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Showtime

By: CharlieChew



Lori and Stacy have been friends for as long as they could both remember. They lived next door to each other and went to the same school. Stacy turned 18 several months ago and today Lori finally turned 18 today. They were going to celebrate by exploring a certain club they had heard about, but didn't know very much about. They only thing they knew is that you had to be 18 to get in. 

“Are you ready?”, Stacy ask. 

“Yep, My first night as an adult, and I intend to have fun.”, Lori responded. 

Stacy had just walked in and looked very pretty. She has brown hair and lightly tanned skin. The red dress she was wearing was filled by perfect C cup breasts. She gave Lori a look over. She had always liked Lori's golden hair, and thought that the blue mini went very well with it. They both walked down the stairs and drove off in Stacy's green duster. 

The place they drove too was pretty far out. Stacy had originally overheard someone giving instructions to the place over the phone. She had always listened to other conversations and enjoyed knowing more than she was supposed to. They had tried to get in once before, but was only told by the man at the gate that they needed to be 18 to get in. That had sparked both of their curiosity. They had tried to find more about it, by discreetly asking friends, etc. All they ever found was more questions. 

It looked like a large old southern house. It was surrounded by a wall and an iron gate. It was a large white structure with red doors. There was a large strong looking guard who would check your car and ID before you went in. Even though he obviously was capable of handling most anyone, had also had a friendly smile. 

“Evening ladies, Can I see your Ids?”, he asked. 

They agreed and nervously handed them to him. After doing some quick math in him mind, he returned the cards to them and said, “I hope you two enjoy yourselves.” 

They drove in and parked. They went up the stairs and opened the red doors. They looked at each other in anticipation. Stacy was the first to go in. They found themselves in a parlor area. There was a desk a very beautiful woman behind it. She looked up and said, “Hi Girls, come on in.” 

The girls came a little closer, but they were obviously confused and excited at the same time. 

“First time here? Well, I guess I really don't need to ask you questions I already know the answer to.”, the woman said. She stood up and went stood next the to girls. “I assume you know about this place?”, she inquired. Feeling nervous and a little enbarassed they both nodded that in agree some, hoping not to reveal their ignorance. “Well, go right in. I would sit up front if I were you, to get a good view.”, she cheerfully. “Here are your tickets. Have fun!” She handed them a red ticket with a number written on it and sat back down.

The walked through another door into a large dimly lit room. There were couches all facing all facing a barren area of the room. Many people were already there. Most were couples in there 30s a few in there 40s and 50s. There was one group of younger guys and a spattering of singles. All were pleasing to the eye. They decided to take the advise of their hostess and found a couch that was right next too the stage. After a few moments a rather plain looking causation man dressed in a tux holding a microphone walked on to the stage. 

“Here we go. Everyone knows the rules, but I'll review them again. Once the show begins, no one is allowed to leave. Please be considerate of the others around you. If asked to the stage, you must go. Bathrooms and food is located on the sides over there. And please remember to be as open minded as possible, but no one is expected to do something they just don't want to do. Now sit back and enjoy the show”, he explained. He looked at Stacy and Lori sitting in the front row, smiled , and winked at them. 

“I am wonder what all that was about, do you want to stay?”, Lori asked Stacy with a little bit of worry in her voice.

“I do, I'm more curious now than ever. It sounds like some kind of live performance.”, Stacy replied. 

The host brought out a large hat and put in at the center of the stage. Then the hostess that has greeted them in the parlor walked up from behind the stage and spun a wheel with numbers on it. The wheel stopped at 1. Then the lady pulled a ticket from the hat and spoke the number. A red head in her twenties who was sitting with her significant other got up and was walking to the stage. Turned around and looked at the crowd. Some soft music started playing in the background and she began to dance. The girls looked at each other in disbelief. Still not fully aware of what was going on they watched the dance. It was erotic, and then the dancer removed her browse while dancing, next the skirt and finally she was totally nude. The dance had stopped as the redhead began to touch her breasts. They had erect nipples and she was making soft circles with her hands. She sat down and spread her legs, she touched the tip of her clitoris with finger and began rubbing it while circling her breasts. Her moaning increased as she began to climax. After the climax, she picked up her clothes and bowed to the applause as she returned to her partner. 

Stacy and Lori suddenly had a very clear understanding of what went on here. They wanted to leave, but knew they had been told they are not allowed. Another feeling kept them here so. It was extremely exciting, and now they had an excuse to stay. They wanted to see more. Their thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the wheel.

“Five!”, exclaimed the Male host, “That's quite a jump from what we just saw, but they have a tough act to follow.”. He gave the microphone to his partner as she began reading numbers out of the hat. Two men from the group of guys walked up. On was causation and the other very big and black. Two couples were broken up as a blond in her thirties came up on stage and an older man in his 40s stepped up. Lori's eyes got extremely wide as she heard the last number, it was her's. Stacy looked over and saw that her friend had been chosen, she did not know what to think. “Young lady, may I see your ticket?”, asked the host. 

Lori felt quite embarrassed. She was embarrassed at her hesitation, and sudden attention. She wanted to just melt down into her chair, but she couldn't seem to make herself do that. The host held his hand out and she took it. He lead her on to the stage. She looked at her partners. She had never been with anyone before, and had not really fully thought out what was going to happen. Both her and Stacy had been on the pill since they were 16 and she knew that she couldn't get pregnant. 

The music started and she just stood as the three men turned to look at their new conquests. The thirty year old woman looked at the men and said, “I'm Sandy.” 

“Randy.”, replied the 40 year old man. Obviously, quite used to the informal introduction right before show time. 

“Jeff.”, said the causation following Randy's lead. 

“Jim.”, announced the black guy. Looking at both the women like dog forced to sit in front of a butcher shop. 

Lori meekly announced her name to the group. 

Sandy knelt down in front of Randy and unzipped his pants, pulling out his respectable tool. She immediately took it in her mouth. The other two men had their pants off in seconds. Lori, just stared at Sandy working on Randy's cock. 

“Just kneel down, pretty white girl.”, Jim said as he put his hand on Lori's shoulders and guided her down to his semi-erect meat. Lori was shocked at the size, then her nostrils were filled with his musky scent. She closed her eyes as she took his charcoal black penis into her mouth. It was getting harder and harder. “Yes, that's it pretty white girl, just like a pop-cycle. Suck on the tool that I'm going to use to split that pretty white mop of yours.” Lori did not know how to feel hearing these words. She thought she should be mad, but just felt more and more turned on. She was getting wet and more and more excited. She suddenly stopped sucking to turn around and see who was beginning to undress her. It was Randy. Jeff was being pleasured by Sandy now. His hands felt so good, caressing her titties and ass as they removed her clothing. She also glanced out at the crowd. She had forgotten about them as well as Stacy. What would she think as she saw her friend deflowered before her eyes. “This is all you have to worry about now.”, Jim said to as he turned her head back to his waiting cock. She felt a wave of pleasure come over her body as Randy stuck his finger into her went cunt. Then he stopped as he hit her hymen. 

He face changed expression to one of curiosity as he asked he in her ear, “Is this your first time with ... anyone?”. She again stopped servicing Jim and looked over to him and answered, “Yes.” 

“She's a virgin!”, Randy yelled out to the crowd to let everyone know the extra luck that had befallen him. This immediately drew Sandy's attention also. 

“Then I must prepare her for her first.”, Sandy spoke to the other men on the stage. Lori felt more embarrassment, she was getting way too much attention, and now was curious what preparation Sandy was talking about, she just felt horny. Sandy laid her down on the stage. I would have been cold if not for the few blankets scattered around. Lori had never thought of another woman, and the idea was revolting at first, but she was so turned on that almost anything was acceptable to her right now. Sandy's touch was very different than Randy's. It was less rough and more skilled. It touched everything just right. Sandy made her way down to Lori's crouch, first with her fingers, then with her tounge. Lori's body convulsed as her first non-solo organism raged across her body. Sandy knelt up and crept her way toward Lori's face, putting her pussy right on her mouth. Sandy knew that this was a little much for a girl who was doing everything for the first time, but she was feeling very naughty tonight and enjoyed the confused reluctant expression on Lori's face. She knew that she would enjoy the next expression on her face as Jim filled Lori's virgin cunt with his rock hard cock. 

Lori was recovering from her orgasm and was not sure what to do with Sandy. She felt she was being pushed farther than she wanted to go. Before she came here, she had never been with a boy, now she was having lesbian sex in the middle of an orgy. Her thoughts were silenced as she felt something against her vagina. She knew what it was and wanted it inside of her, but she could not believe it would fit and was scared what it was going to do. She closed her eyes, as a wave came over her body again as Jim penetrated her virgin body with his harsh dark member. He went in to her Hyman, stopped, slowly pulled back and broke though, forever taking her virginity. Once through, Jim stopped for a few moments to let her feel his meat filling her vagina. The he began pumping her hot hole very hard. She opened her eyes to see Sandy's snatch waiting to be serviced. She began licking as best she could. The taste of Sandy made her even more excited. 

“Ahhh!”, Jim yelled as he pounded Lori's cunt and shot his thick cum deep inside her. Lori could feel his tool pumping his seed in her young pussy. He withdrew and Sandy got up on all fours and began to suck on Jim's cock. Jeff settled behind her and shoved in his cock. Randy shoved his rod into Lori, being the second guy to give her a fucking. Lori looked up to see Randy and tried to match his thrusts. She felt slutty and enjoyed it. She climaxed a second time before Randy shot his load into her. Jeff had shot off in Sandy pretty quick. They all got up and the music was turned off. Lori could feel the warm juice slowly leak out of her slit. Towels were handed to everyone and they began to clean off. 

Lori looked out at the audience. Her eyes immediately fell on Stacy, looking for approval. Stacy's face showed shock, but also a little smile. 

“What a show!”, announced the host. “Young lady, because this is your first time, not only in the show, but ever, you will stay for the next show. We are going to draw one name. You must both reach an orgasm and then that person will be able to hand pick the act and the next person or persons involved. Don't worry, after your fate has been chosen, you will then get a chance to choose his or her fate. Are you ready?”. 

Lori had enjoyed the sex so far, and she was still very horny, she giggled a little and let out a “sure.” Everyone went back down to their seats and Lori was given a chair to sit on. The barrel was rolled out. Lori's stomach aches in nervousness as she anticipated what would happen to her next. The hostess called out the number, but no one answered. The host looked around in disbelief. Then he recalled the partner that Lori had come in with. As he began to slowly walk toward Stacy, he noticed her discomfort and knew it was her. 

Stacy looked up at Lori and cocked her head as she begrudgingly grinned at Lori. Lori froze and could not believe that it was Stacy. She knew that it could have been another woman, but this never entered her mind. She felt like darting out of the chair toward the door, but she also felt like she had no choice. Stacy walked on to the stage. She was not prepared for this, but she was glad that her first sexual partner was going to be someone she knew. They both looked at each other, the theater was silent until soft music began to play. 

“Lori, Are you...”, but her voice trailed off as Lori touched Stacy's breast making its way to the buttons on her blouse. Lori stared into Stacy's eyes as she undressed her. What at first seemed so strange, she now wanted to happed. After all, Stacy had just seen Lori's first time, it was only fair that she now had a hand in Stacy's first time. The friend's now stood totally naked in front of each other. Lori began to suck on Stacy's nipple and slowly laid her down. Lori's hand worked its way down to Stacy's mound. She cupped it in her hand and rubbed it up and down. Lori began to kneed the mound and slowly make her way down to it. Lori then strattled Stacy's head putting them into a 69 with Lori on top. 

Stacy was feeling very slutty and horny as her best friend was licking her slit. It felt wonderful. She was not sure what to do at first, but then decided that just licking the clitoris with her tongue would be a good start. As Lori positioned her pelvis over her face, she saw the seed of the other men that had just fucked her slowly dripping out. She licked it all, tasting the juices of both sexes. She could her Lori moaning in pleasure and knew that she was giving as well as she was getting. 

The girls licked each other to a climax, Stacy being the first to cum. With the last few cries from Lori, the music slowly stopped and the girls got up after resting for a few moments. 

“That was great!”, the host said over the speaker. “Now, you get to chose each other's fate. Young lady, who are you going to pick for your friend and remember, after she's had hers, she chooses yours.” 

Stacy did not know what to do. She felt empowered, to know that she was going to pick her friend's next lover. She looked out into the audience of about 60 and began looking over the men. Should she chose one, two, should she put Lori into a whole orgy? Stacy has never known that Lori would have liked other woman. Stacy had always been curious about both sexes and now knew that she at least liked woman. She also knew that she like the taste of both. She looked out and saw a nice looking young couple in front, they had both been kissing on each other and the man had already had a nice erection. The woman was a blond with long straight hair that went down her back. She told the host her first choice, and then saw a tall thin looking guy that she just thought was cute and picked him. They all came up to the stage. The couple's names were Eric and Kirsten, while the other guy's name was Steve. Stacy took a chair on the stage and once again watched her friend fuck strangers in front of her. 

Lori was surprised Stacy had chosen 3 other people, she had just been with several others, but was now knew that she was becoming a full fledged slut. Not that it was something she disliked, but Stacy had shown a lot of nerve. Well, not to think about that now, she had some fucking to do. 

Lori and Kirsten looked at each other. Kirsten was several years older than her, at about 23. Eric looked at Lori and was excited to give this girl a good fucking. Steve had come alone, his significant other being sick that evening. Steve and Kirsten paired up leaving Lori and Eric. Kirsten stripped revealing her perfect white skin, flat stomach and blond muff. Steve ripped his clothes off and placed Kirsten on all fours and immediately shoved his cock into her cunt. Eric watched his wife getting fucked for a few moments then turned his attention back to this beautiful specimen of an adult teenager. She was still noticeably nervous, and though her virginity had been taken, he knew there was still one area of her body that a man had not been and he intended to explore it. He had her kneel down in front of him and work on his tool while he undressed. Once undressed her put her on all fours facing his wife and slid his penis into her slick snatch. Lori moaned as he pumped her then he withdrew and moved his meat slowly up to meet her anus. She looked back in confusion but as he slowly began penetrating her ass, a look of reluctant understanding came over her. 

Lori felt the dick slid into her, it hurt, but it also made her feel horny. Steve sighed in pleasure as his rod sank into her ass. As he began rocking it in and out of her, the pain left, but the horny feeling stayed. She turned her head back to look at Kirsten. She was a very beautiful woman. Her eyes were blue and completed her thin face. She made eye contact with her. “You like the ass fucking my husband is giving you?”, she asked. This question made Lori more aware of the animal lust that was on Kirsten's face. She could tell that Kirsten was very horny. Lori just nodded in reply. Lori looked up and saw Steve begin to jerk as he shot off in Kirsten. Kirsten looked at Eric and he immediately pulled out of Lori's ass and rolled her over onto her back. Kirsten turned around and placed her hips over Lori's face. The white fluid of Steve's cum dripped out of Kirsten's hole and into Lori's pretty mouth and down her cheek. Lori swallowed all that she could. Kirsten brought Steve's cock to attention again, and Steve laid down on his back this time. After that she guided Lori to straddle Steve's cock, and she once again had another strange cock in her. Eric positioned himself behind her and began to fill her other hole. Lori was moaning with each thrust as both holes were filled with a man's dick. Kirsten went over to Stacy and gently grabbed her hair. She laid down in a position to watch the fuck sandwich she had just created. She slowly, but firmly placed Stacy's head between her beautiful wet blond cunt. Stacy began to service her second women. Lori looked like she could barely handle the sensation of two men at once filling her. Steve's cum still sat on the side of her mouth. Eric had an iron grip on Lori's slender hips began to increase to an insanely rapid pace as he planted his seed deep in Lori's virgin ass. The feeling of Eric shooting off inside of her drove her over the edge and she clutched Steve, riding the waves of orgasms that overcame her. This set Steve off and he once again shot his load into someone that night. 

The group collapsed on the stage and Stacy was release to go back to her chair. They picked themselves up and everyone except Lori went back to there chair. Lori felt incredibly slutty and sexual. She began to ponder the fucking Stacy would receive. The host came over and she began to whisper in his ear. There was a BIG smile on his face as she began to detail Stacy's fate. Lori walked back to her seat, and began to get clean up. 


Showtime



“Damn Alice!” exclaimed a gray haired matronly looking woman. “He is hot!” Alice just smiled and looked at me like I was a prized possession.

“Shit, I could munch on that for hours,” said another mature woman bring laughter from her friends. 

I was swaying nude to the music playing on a cd player. I don’t have a chiseled body or anything like that but my muscles do have some definition. By exercising some will power, my cock had not gotten fully aroused. It rested on my full sized balls and being half-hard, it probably did look good to these older women.

The music ended and the half dozen or so women applauded and each of them handed me some cash. I thanked each of them as they paid me. Several of them reached out to touch my cock but I laughingly told them that that would be extra. They all laughed and left. 

I looked at Alice and told her, “thanks, I really could use the money.” 

She waved a hand and thanked me for the show. She was looking at me while I was drinking a soda. I was still naked and my cock was shrinking back to its normal size. I turned back to her and watched surprised as she started undressing. 

She was an older woman, older than me anyway, but she looked good. Her brown hair had gray streaks in it but it was coiffed in a good style. Her brown eyes were clear although at the moment, they were lust glazed. When she took her blouse off, her bra seemed too flimsy to hold those queen sized titties. She didn’t even bother unsnapping her bra, she just lifted it over her head. 

Her titties were saggy but they still had some heft to them. The nipples were light brown and rather delicious looking. They were swinging around as she pushed her skirt and panties down over her hips. As she stood there naked, I couldn’t see her pussy as her stomach protruded just enough to hide it. Her body had some middle aged sag but not enough to be unsightly. 

We stood there for a moment looking at each other. Then she stepped close and put her arms tightly around my neck. She drew my head down and kissed me. I opened my mouth slightly and her tongue started an all out assault in my mouth. I dropped my hands to her back and then started caressing it and moved down to her ass. It was firm in my hands. I was rubbing and caressing her ass as she continued her oral assault on my mouth. My cock had started rising again and was pressed between our bodies. 

I used my tongue to force her tongue back into her mouth and started an oral assault of my own. Our breathing was more rapid now. We broke our kiss and stepped back to look at each other. 

She put her arms around me again and put her head against my chest. “I hope you don’t mind,” she said. “It has been so long since I have been intimate with anyone. My husband is a good man, but his medication has made him impotent.” 

Mind. Hell, I was sorry about his problem but glad for myself. She was an armful. She stood about 5’6” and she probably weighed 145 maybe 150 lbs. We went into her bedroom. I had her to turn around so I could see her whole body. Her body was pale as though she got very little sun on it. When I sat, I could see her pubic area. It was covered with brown and gray like the hair on her head. Her body actually looked good to be in her 60’s. Her pussy lips protruded from the folds of her pussy. I don’t know how many kids she had had, but at least one had come through there. But it didn’t detract from the desirability to put my hard black cock deep in her. 

She lay back on the bed spreading her legs as she did so. I could see the dew glistening on her pussy lips. Her eyes were lust glazed. She reached for me and drew me to her. She didn’t seem interested in any foreplay. As I lay over her, she grabbed my rock hard black cock and placed it at the entrance to her pussy. I was going to push gently into her but she had other ideas.

She grabbed my ass and pulled it toward her as she lunged up taking all my 7½-inch cock into her. 

“Oh shit,” she exclaimed. “That feels so damned good.” “Oh shit, oh shit,” she kept exclaiming. We lay there for a few minutes letting her pussy adjust to the invasion of my cock. Apparently, it had been awhile since her pussy had had anything in it other than a douche hose. 

After a few minutes, her pussy started flexing around my cock. Now, that felt good! Luckily, through the years, I had developed an ability to keep from cumming prematurely no matter how good the pussy was. 

I started flexing my cock while she was flexing her pussy muscles. We had not yet started any other movement. I raised up and started fucking my cock in and out in short movements. Her legs were around my waist and I moved up so that my cock would hit her clit. When I did that, she moaned and started fucking me back. 

Then, I started long-dicking her pussy. I would pull out until just the head of my cock was in her. Then as I started pushing back in, she pushed her pussy back at my cock. The look of my brown body on top of her pale body added to the eroticism of our fucking. 

I could feel her body starting to spasm as her cum approached. She started moaning louder and louder. Her hands started fluttering on my back. Her heels started drumming against my back. Her mouth opened in a silent scream. I pulled back and then rammed my cock into her while sawing against her clit. I held my cock still, buried deeply in her pussy. She was hissing like air escaping from a tire. “Yes,” she murmured. “Oh shit yes,” she exclaimed. “I didn’t want to cum that quick,” she moaned. 

“Don’t worry about it,” I said. “I am sure you will get some more.”

As her cum started to subside, I moved my cock inside of her pussy. That triggered a fresh cum from her. Her face contorted this time as though she was in agony. I doubted that agony was the problem though. 

This time, she wrapped her arms and legs around me and held on as though she were afraid of floating out of the room. I started flexing my cock inside of her wet sloshing pussy. That added to her shattering cum. She went from one cum right into another one. And then, she had another one! Her pussy was gripping and flexing around my hard black cock. 

I raised up a little and saw her titties sagging off to the sides of her body. Her chest heaved with the exertion of so many cums at one time. Her eyes were closed and her arms and legs slid from around my body as she seemed to collapse. My cock was still buried in her pussy. I kissed her gently, rubbing her face. She had a half smile on her face as she lay there. 

Gradually, her breathing became normal and she looked at me. “Did you cum?” she asked me. “No,” I replied. “I wanted you to get your satisfaction.” “When was the last time you had sex?” I asked her. 

“I really can’t remember,” she said. “If I hadn’t seen you at the hardware store in your sweatpants, I probably wouldn’t have had any today.” 

“What’s the deal with the other women?” I asked as I lay on her. 

She rolled from under me and as I lay on my back, she climbed on top of me, sliding my cock back into her now drying up pussy. It was still wet enough though so that I slid in fairly easily. 

“It is a club some of us women started,” she said as she started grinding her pussy against my cock. “Oh oh!” she kept exclaiming. “Anyway,” she said, “We got this idea of having a stranger come in and put on a strip show for us horny old bats.” 

“Just approach a stranger and ask him to strip?” I asked. 

“Well, we usually go to a bar and find a young guy and make a date with him, but the last guy didn’t show up.” She was still grinding her pussy against my cock. I could look in the mirror and see her pale titties swaying as she moved back and forth.

I reached up and started playing with them. 

“Anyway,” she continued, “We had given up on our show and I needed a screwdriver to fix the handle on the coffeemaker. I spotted you coming out of the hardware store with that bulge in your pants so I decided to see if you would pose for us.”

Being an indoor nudist, I was working around the house and needed a so-called star screwdriver. I just slipped on a pair of sweatpants with no briefs under them. My balls ride high and they make my cock ride high. I guess she liked the bulge in my pants. 

I reached between us and started massaging her clit. It was as though a bolt of electricity had pulsed through her. She went rigid and then she started shuddering. Her pussy was clenching my cock as though it were a fist. “I’m cumming,” she moaned. “I’m cumming, I’m cumming, oh shit, I’m cumming.” She had been fucking her pussy with my cock real fast. Then she stopped and started shuddering again. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she would’ve toppled off had I not grabbed her. 

I lay her on her side and cuddled her head in the crook of my arm. My cock had come out when she almost fell of me. It was still rock hard so I rolled her on her back and spread her legs enough to slip my cock back into her juicy pussy. 

She stirred and then looked up at me. Then she looked down to see my black cock in her pussy. My black body was on top of her and I was slowly fucking in and out of her. She just said, “Um, that feels so good. You are a maestro with that big cock of yours.” Then she had a thought. “Have you cum yet? My pussy feels so wet.” 

“No, that’s all you,” I answered, still fucking her wet, hot pussy. “But it won’t be long.”

“Cum in me,” she begged. “Shoot your hot cum in my pussy,” she begged. “I want to feel your cum splashing against my womb.” She started thrusting her pussy at me. Harder and harder she pushed it at me. Harder and harder, I was fucking her pussy. She started growling deep in her throat. 

“Now,” I said. “Now, baby! Cum with me honey, cum with me,” I begged her. “Oh damn,” I cried. “Alice, my cum is going to splash in your pussy.” My body was tensing now with a hard cum. I knew if her pussy hadn’t been there, my first shot would’ve hit the headboard. 

Her muscles were grabbing my cock. My cock started spasming with my cum. I pushed deep into her as hard as I could. My cock was jetting cum out of, gallons it seemed. 

“I can feel it,” she exclaimed. “I can feel your cum shooting into me.” “Oh yes, oh yes, cum in me. Fill my pussy with that hot sweet cum.” 

My cock was still twitching in her pussy even though she had milked all of the cum I had. I collapsed on top of her. Our breaths were ragged and hot on each other’s face. She raised up and we kissed gently. Our lips seemed to be so soft and pliable. I put my tongue in her mouth and she put hers back in mine. 

We lay like that for a while until we drifted off to sleep with my cock still inside of her. 

If you, the readers like this, please let me know and I will write another part to it. Thanks.



Showtime



In the Big Apple, New York City, where just about anything and everything goes from the upper-crust wealthy who have their inner city castle-apartments in the East End and those overlooking Central Park to the bohemian lifestyle in Greenwich Village between Bleecker and West 3rd Streets, and, of course, Times Square, there is in the Village the Club Sappho. It is a private nightclub catering to the lesbian community to which one must be a member in order to enjoy what they offer to the Sapphic community. However, there are nights once a month when all women are welcome whether gay or straight, bi-sexual or bi-curious.

Club Sappho, owned and operated by Deirdre O'Reilly, is a night club where lesbians can go and feel comfortable with the surroundings, where they are accepted, and where they can enjoy the nightlife as well as the intimacy and ambiance of friends and lovers.

One of the highlights of Club Sappho is its stage show every Friday night, a stage show filled with eroticism and sensuality, a show for women performed by women. The regulars have a name for it. They call it a "Sarx Show," "sarx" being the spelling of the Greek word for "flesh." This is appropriate since the name of the club honors Sappho, the progenitor of Sapphic love.

The interior of the club is quite plush. The walls are covered with drapes of different colors, and along the top where the wall and ceiling meet are fixtures that cast subdued lighting that is picked up by the drapes which radiates it throughout the large room, including the long bar that is the color of ebony. This light is reflected back by large mirrors behind the bar. In the center of the large mirrors is an engraved etching of two women lying together and making love. They are holding one another in a sweet embrace, sharing a warm, intimate kiss. Above the etching in soft, green lights is a neon sign that reads "O'Reilly's," and below it in soft, red lights is written in neon lights "Club Sappho."

To make the place as comfortable and amenable as possible two rows of booths of alternating red and black leather run along the sides and back walls, the top row being three steps higher than the floor level ones near the stage so everyone has a good seat to watch the performance.

There is a large square stage on which the performances are given. It is carpeted in red with black markings running sporadically through it, and in the center of the stage is a thick mattress covered in blue leather. The floor around the stage and the booths is also carpeted, but it is black with red markings running through it. The two carpets are reverse images of one another, but both are red and black.

Inside and to the left of the entrance doors of the club is a small dance floor that couples use before the show begins, and beyond the dance floor is a hallway to the restrooms. One restroom is marked "Lesbians" and the other restroom is marked "Straight." Deirdre thought it was a cute idea, and it did give any woman who was straight and who was a guest of a member or who came on "Open Night" when all women were invited a ladies room of their own.

As usual on this particular Friday night the place was packed, but, again, Deirdre had made it so no one felt cramped or crowded. The women had their favorite drinks while they waited for the show to begin, filling in the time with casual girl talk. Some danced. Others were there to see if they could find someone with whom to hook up for the evening, and then in the dim light there were some who let their hands roam over their dates or steady lovers. Of course, there were those who found one to their liking and chose to be together that night whether just for the show or both the show and after. Woman's choice.

There was the usual murmur this night throughout the club when Deirdre went on stage.

"Ladies. Ladies!" she called out to get the crowd's attention in her somewhat deep, throaty voice. "Ladies, it's time for our show to begin, so stop the talking, and if you wish, get in your order for drinks before the performance begins. You know there will be no serving during the performance. There also will be no talking, but certain soft sounds are permissible," Deidre said coyly.

A nervous twitter went throughout the room after they heard this last comment Deirdre made.

Once all the orders for drinks were filled and it became quiet once more, Deirdre looked at the crowd, seeing mostly members, but there were a few unfamiliar faces, so she said, "It's good to see so many of our regulars here this evening, but I do see some new faces, too. So, whether you are a guest of a member or one who came in this Open Night when all women are welcome, "Welcome to O'Reily's Club Sappho. I'm sure you will enjoy the show. So, 'Let the show begin.'"

Deirdre left the stage and took her regular seat near it. Once she was settled, the house lights dimmed even more than they had been, and the stage lights came on, illuminating it in sharp, contrasting light.

There was a hushed silence-of-expectation, a silence that was almost palpable in the large room. Even the collective breathing was heard.

A red door opened in the back on the left side, and a beautiful young woman in a long white, flowing gown that went up around her neck and had long sleeves down to her wrists was ushered in by six equally beautiful women dressed in long, black flowing gowns that scooped around their necks. Each dress had long sleeves, too, but all had a hood on it that flowed down the back, lying in folds around the shoulders and back.

The young maiden in white had medium length, wavy, strawberry blonde hair that fluffed about her ears from which one could see post pearl earrings. She had a soft, smooth complexion with luscious red lips that were glossed that made them look full and sensual; eyebrows and eyelashes that were much darker than her hair; and very dark green eyes.

As for the six young women who ushered this young maiden into the room, all had different features that made them beautiful to see. Red or reddish auburn was the predominant hair color, but there were two who had dark hair, one whose hair had curly ringlets flowing from the sides of her head past her ears. One of the redheads had very long hair, another had long hair parted down the middle that flowed over her shoulders and down her back, and another's hair was quite short and frizzy.

As they entered the room, there was a young woman on each side of the beautiful, young maiden in white. They were holding her by her hands and had their hands on her upper arms. Two women in the black gowns walked behind her and two of the redheads, the one with long, flowing hair and the other with short, frizzy hair walked in front of her. The six women in the black, hooded gowns made the young maiden in white stand out in stark relief.

The six brought the young maiden in white forward towards the stage and stopped when they were in line with the middle of it. Once there, the six slowly removed the maiden's white gown, sliding it from her shoulders and down her slender arms. They then brought it down to her middle where the gown had stretch, elastic folds sown into the material at the waist. Once they had the gown gathered in her middle, they slid it over her slender but well-curved hips and down her legs until they had it at her feet. The two women in front had knelt down, gathering the dress as they went until they had the young woman step out of the dress, and then they tossed it to the side so it was out of their way.

Now the beautiful, young maiden stood completely naked in front of the captivated audience. 

She had small, pert breasts that were crowned with pink areolas and nipples. Her waist was slim as were her hips even though they were rounded and well formed, and her hips flowed into ample thighs and slender calves.

Of course, her most outstanding feature lay between her legs in the "V" of her womanhood. Her mons was covered with long, curly, reddish pubic hair, and it was difficult not to be captivated by this vision of loveliness.

When her dress was removed and she stood before the audience completely naked, there were many sighs and softly uttered moans heard throughout the audience. Most, if not all, wished they were the fortunate ones who were up there with the maiden.

The six in black didn't remove their gowns in order to keep the stark contrast between them and the naked young maiden.

Their still being dressed in their flowing gowns with hoods, however, did not stop them from making love with her. The maiden was like a sex toy to them, allowing them to do whatever they wanted with her and to her.

With the young maiden standing in place, the six began to make love to her with their hands, their various ring-covered fingers, their tongues, their lips, and their mouths. These combined parts of their bodies were moving all over the maiden, never resting except in one place. The woman in black with the long, red hair had knelt between the maiden's legs that were now spread enough for her to be able to get her face into the maiden's hairy pussy.

Here she gave her full attention to licking and sucking the maiden's clit and the flesh around it. She then was replaced in turn by the other five in turn so each one of the women in black worshipped at the gates of Nirvana of the maiden's womanhood, smelling her aromatic musk and tasting her fleshy clit and the upper part of her pussy inside their mouths and on their searching tongues.

Once having had a chance to eat her pussy while she was standing, they escorted the maiden up onto the stage; walked her over to the blue, leather mattress; and gently laid her down in the middle of it.

Once the maiden was in place, the six women in black surrounded her lovely, fresh body, each finding a place to put her lovemaking skills to work.

The first one between the maiden's legs was the redhead with short, frizzy, red hair. The color of her hair and the color of the maiden's pussy hair were about the same, so much so that when she had her face buried into the maiden's pussy, the two melded together as if one.

While she was performing cunnilingus on the maiden, two of the women were fondling and sucking her breasts, causing her pink nipples to stand and become hard and erect. Their oral attention to her nipples also brought goose flesh to form around her areolas, and when each sucked off her nipples, they made a slurping, popping sound with their mouths.

The remaining three women in black used their hands to caress the maiden's body wherever they would, and sometimes each took turns kissing her lips; licking her lips with their tongues; darting their tongues inside her open mouth; and enjoying a passionate and sensual kiss, the kind only one woman can give to another woman.

They also kissed and sucked on the side of her neck or licked inside her ears and sucked on her earlobes.

As the women had done when the maiden was standing, they exchanged positions and what they were doing with her and for her. It was an orgy consisting of six women making love to one woman who was the center of attention in this act of lovemaking. It seemed as if not an inch of the maiden's body was missed by their lingual and digital attention.

Of course, the six women in black knew what the maiden who had been in white was experiencing since each one of them had been in her place at one time or another. Each of them had their night of initiation into this select group when six other women in black made love to her, but now this night belonged to the newest maiden. This was her first night. This was a night she would long remember and never forget, a night that would be repeated when she would be one of the women in black who would get to help initiate a new novice.

Not surprisingly, all this attention caused the maiden to writhe with erotic sensations throughout her body, erotic sensations that sent ripples and waves of sensual pleasure in non-stop excitation. There was so much attention to her erogenous zones she barely was able to keep her body under control since she was feeling these pleasures from her toes to her head, but mostly in her breasts and pussy that was now so very wet with her pussy cream that had been building and seeping out from her vagina for sometime since the six women worked on her.

While this erotic display was being enacted upon the stage, the arousal effect on the audience was discernible by the audible, rapid, deep breathing and soft moans, groans, and sighs one heard throughout the room. Of course, the sexual excitement of the performance was such it had patrons kissing and caressing one another or playing with their own pussies.

By now some couples had articles of clothing off and were engaged in their own lovemaking in the booths. There was sucking of hardened nipples; touching, rubbing, fingering of clits; insertion of fingers into vaginal sheaths to explore the sensitive areas and to collect pussy cream so it might be enjoyed in the licking and tasting of it; and there were even those who had gone down on their partners to eat their pussies and make them cum. Most took turns kneeling on the carpeted floor with their heads between their lover's legs and eating each other out, and then reversing the position.

There was much interaction among the patrons who exchanged their time between watching the performance on stage among the maiden and the six women in black gowns and in the audience who were involved in all manner of sexual endearments, from kissing to eating pussy. There was so much sexual energy in the room and so many women giving off their individual womanly musk and pheromones the room was permeated with erotic, sensual fragrances of lovemaking.

Back on stage the six women continued their combined, wanton acts of love on the young maiden whose body was now covered in a combination of her sweat and the saliva of the women from their having fondled and licked her body all over. The beads of sweat caught the stage lights and glistened like early morning dew on leaves of grass. Each woman worked her way between the maiden's splayed legs to get at her very wet pussy and aroused, hard clit that had been out of its hood so they had been able to suck on it with vigor, shaking their heads back and forth to add to the sensations to the maiden's enlivened pussy with erotically transferred lingual, artistic acts of cunnilingus. Adding to their mouth-worship of her hairy pussy, they fingered her pussy in every manner possible, from sliding fingers between her puffy pussy lips to inserting them far into her vagina where they circled her vaginal sheath and thrust in and out, making sure to rub against her expanding G-Spot to stimulate the formation of liquid ejaculate. And in doing so, all heard the squishing sounds of a very stimulated and overly wet pussy.

As the six women continued their combined loving of the maiden, they had her into a spread eagle position with her arms outstretched from her sides onto which they held while massaging her breasts and sucking her turgid nipples.

The maiden laid her head against the back of the blue mattress where her red hair lay against her sweaty forehead and around her ears. She had her eyes closed from the sheer excitement and sexual arousal that had been going through her tender body for some time now, and she felt the stirring of her orgasm welling up from deep inside her, beginning with the very thought of it and sensing it within her abdomen that contracted in and out with her short gasps for air as her breathing became faster and deeper as her state of arousal increased in intensity which, for some reason, she hadn't emitted audible moans or sighs even though she felt them within her. 

Each of these sensations she kept bottled up inside her and silently spoke them by body movements: Her writhing from side to side on her ass cheeks; the pulling of her arms as they were held by the women, but not to get away, but as a means of having other supports from which she could strain against her rising orgasmic sensations; the small lifting of her thighs as she responded to the tongue and mouth working on her clit and surrounding pussy flesh that was covered with cream; the tossing of her head from side to side as she reacted to the overall stimulating attention her body had been and was being given by the six, lovely women in black.

This is the way the performance went that evening There was so much sex in the room it could be cut with a knife. It definitely could be smelled. And it could be felt.

Deirdre herself was not unaware or unmoved by the performance on stage. In her private chair, she had unbuttoned her jeans and unzipped them. She then slid them and her thong panties down past her knees so she could get her hand between her legs and reach her soaked pussy with her fingers. Once there she worked her hand and fingers all over and through her pussy hair, inserting her fingers into her vaginal sheath to collect her own pussy cream so she could suck it off her fingers. She also paid attention to her over-stimulated clit that was close to giving her what she had been working towards, her orgasm, rolling it around with her index finger.

However, she wanted to hold off on her orgasm until it coincided with the orgasm of the woman on stage, and she could only imagine how hot and bothered the six women in black had to be while sexually satisfying the needs of the single young woman. But that is the way the show went, and she knew after the show, the other six women would take care of one another behind the red door.

She also was aware of all the sexual activity behind her as she heard the sighs, the moans, the groans of desire and then the sporadic muffled cries of someone cumming. It was, indeed, something to hear, and she often felt quite satisfied with herself she had come up with the idea of opening a private club that catered to the lesbian community and gave them a place where they could come and enjoy themselves in a number of ways, including the special performances every Friday night.

Deirdre's attention was drawn back to the stage when she heard a low, slow, moan coming from within the group of woman, and she knew, of course, it had to be the maiden who was nearing her orgasm.

Now, for the first time that evening, the young maiden, spoke, "Oh, my, yesssssssssss. Oh, ladies. Your mouths and hands are driving me crazy with wanton desire, and my over-stimulated body is so close to orgasm. I don't know which of you is eating my pussy now, but whoever it is, oh, please, suck my clit really hard and make me cum."

The woman with long red hair answered the maiden's plea by grabbing onto her thighs near her ass cheeks and pulling them forward as she buried her face into the maiden's furry pussy. She opened here moist, salivating mouth and repositioned it around the maiden's vibrating clit, the tip of which was sensitive now to the touch, and pushed her face into the maiden's reddish bush covered with long pubic hair. She then moved her head very rapidly from side to side and while doing so moaned herself from being excited by giving sexual release to her and knowing her mouth would be filled with pussy cream.

"Ohhhhhhhhowwwwwww, myyyyyyyyyessssssss. That's it. That's ittttttttttt! Ooooooooooyeahhhhhh!" the maiden cried out the beginning of her climax.

"Ngggggg. Oh, Ngggg. I'm...I'm...goinggggg to cummmmmmmmmmmmmmm! Yessssssssssssssssss!"

With renewed effort the woman with long red hair sucked the maiden's clit up into her working mouth and really sucked on it and the sensitive flesh around it. She even pulled it into her mouth with the suction created by it, and that sent the maiden over the edge.

"Oh, damn! Here it cummmmssssss!" she wailed as she rocked her head from side to side in her throes of sexual ecstasy and lifted her hips and pushed her pubic mound into the woman's face as much as she could.




Showtime



With that movement, the young maiden's thighs trembled as she felt her oncoming orgasm working its way from her inner self to explode on the outside in rhythmic waves of orgasmic release of all the pent up sexual energy that had been building with the first touches and kisses on her body she had received from the six women in black after they had removed her white, long sleeve gown.

The woman with the long red hair felt the maiden's first gush of pussy juice squirt all over her face, but then she positioned her mouth so all the other gushes squirted into her mouth where she was able to swallow them to their fullest.

Some time passed after the maiden had finished her orgasm during which time the other five women in black moved around the maiden, bent down between her legs, and kissed and licked her very wet pussy. Once each had a chance to worship at the gates of her Nirvana, they gently raised the the young maiden from the blue, leather mattress and helped her off the stage. Once she was standing silently, the six put her white dress back on, thus covering her nudity, turned and slowly around, and led her back through the red door.

As they left, there was not a sound. Not a round of applause as one expects after a performance. But here there wasn't even a whisper. However, all the women knew "Show Time" at Club Sappho was over this night and, having been overly and sexually stimulated, they went their own ways to find solace and enjoyment with whomever they would, friend or lover. 



Showtime



10:15 pm, Frankfurt, Germany. It's a cools September night and the city streets aren't as busy as they normally would be for a Friday. This could be due to the fact that it is usually quiet in this particular hotel or just the fact that Rosette Cole is sitting in a hotel room by herself, beginning to catch some late night T & A on a German TV station. After 10 in Europe, the rules on television change from PG to soft-core porn in an instant and Rose (as she prefers to be called) doesn't mind a bit. In fact, she quite enjoys it. A privileged girl all her life, now at 31, has become somewhat of an international urban legend in sex.

Her father, Sebastian Cole, was an international tailor to not only the famous, but the wealthy elite of the world. He created a worldwide brand in his self-named clothing company early in his 20's after leaving Mexico for the United States. It was there in LA that he met his wife, Carol, and had Rosette at 30, their first and only daughter. Carol, an immigrant from Indonesia, and Sebastian ran the business together and moved from country to country on temporary stays to help establish the Sebastian Cole brand. This left Rosette to caretakers in a glorious mansion for most of her life until she graduated high school and started to travel the world, wanting to see the sights her parents told her about frequently. On her first outing, she traveled to Spain and had her first sexual adventure with a man named Carlos during the running of the bulls. She met him before the running started and never actually got to see the race on account of them making love at a nearby hotel she rented only minutes before. This is where she got developed her current love of hotels, a home away from home that can be left at a moments notice and more convenient than daddy footing the bill for her travels. And in case you're wondering, no, he doesn't mind paying for his only daughter to travel the world for the rest of her life. There's enough money to go around forever and he hasn't stopped working yet.

Her mission tonight is the same as it's been hundreds of nights before this one; one night of unbridled, no strings attached sex. The sheer premise of the act was almost orgasm inducing to her. On top of her general love for the act of sex, in a foreign country, Rose could be anyone in the world and not anyone who could be recognized. There was no fear of a friend or colleague spotting her to report the news to anyone else for whatever reason. She was free to act out fantasies of her own or even someone else's and then vanish without a trace, leaving the city altogether the next day without so much as a word spoken to her partner or partners, giving the appearance to some that this was the most wonderful dream they had ever had in their lives. Every erotic adventure ended this way with Rose and it was the way she loved it. It's not as though she really even needed the ego boost though. 

She was a knockout from looks alone. At 5 foot 6 the Mexican and Indonesian mix was a sight to see; 38C-26-40, and almost unreal to look at. A light tan complexion almost made her skin glow and her dark, wavy, down-past-her-breasts-length hair dropped jaws every time she walked in a room or down the street. This was the Latina in her, fully exposed. Her face took on more of the Asian features of her mother, deep, dark brown eyes that were slanted only slightly, perfect high cheekbones that accented her eyes even more and full pouting lips, reminiscent of Angelina Jolie. Nothing about her was off or even out of place on her body, her workout regimen made sure of that. Tonight was set for a different type of exercise though.

Earlier in the day she had been shopping downtown for everything she was to wear during her stay in Frankfurt (she never brings luggage, just shops when the plane lands) from a couple of pairs of jeans, high heels and tops and also her more intimate apparel that a lucky someone would get to indulge in tonight. At the moment, Rose was putting the finishing touches on her outfit for the night in the bathroom mirror. Over the years she had developed a style of dress tailored to what she was doing. She referred to it as "slut-chic," a mix of the classy and trashy. On the outside, she sported black, Centerfold brand, opened toed heels, black stockings and a black business suit including a skirt that, to be honest, only came down far enough to conceal the top of her thigh high stockings and a double breasted female blazer with a neckline that came down halfway to her navel, almost exposing the entire top of her breasts. She also had her long hair wrapped up in a large but tight bun in the back of her head connected by 2 long metal pins and placed on a pair of thick, black non-prescription frames to give off the "librarian" look she loved to imitate. Truth is, she has perfect vision but the frames helped the illusion she loved to give off to her suitors. She capped it all off by spraying a bottle of Ralph Lauren Romance on her neck once and another time under her large breasts on her jacket. Showtime.

Rose never planned on going far. Once, she peeked out of the door to her room and the man who was staying directly across from her exited and she propositioned him on the spot. Out one door and into the next in a straight line, he never knew what hit him. Tonight was reserved for the dining lobby of the hotel. She knew that since she was near a military base that the place could be crawling with G.I.'s so she could either have her pick as to a horny man in uniform or a business type not expecting to have the fun she was providing tonight. She placed the hotel room keycard into the front pocket of her jacket and made her way through the almost empty halls. On the way to the elevator she saw a family of three, an older man in his 40's with his wife and young child entering their hotel room. The man caught a glimpse of Rose walking past and took a whiff of the sweet perfume wafting through the air. The wife noticed her husbands long glance and responded with a smack to the back of the head. While this made Rose chuckle, it didn't stop her from her mission and she remained as poised as ever, putting her high society teachings to good use.

After departing the elevator, Rose stepped towards the dining area and immediately spotted the man she wanted. She could only see him from behind through a window but she could tell he was alone and the man she needed that night. From behind, she noticed a dark blue business suit and a low cropped hairstyle as well as a newsmagazine being read. He was near the entrance of the dining area so it wouldn't take long for her to get to him. She walked in and stood right in front of his small table for two and began to speak to him. "Excuse me," she started, "is this seat taken?" He looked up at that instance and Rose confirmed that this was the man she needed. Clean shaven, bright green eyes and a face built like Johnny Depp (her favorite actor) she found him to be gorgeous. "No, it's not," the man said in a soothing tone, then looking up at the woman in front of him. He couldn't believe himself and what he was seeing. He immediately got up to pull the open chair out for her. "Please, I insist you be my guest," he said almost bashfully. 

As Rose sat down and quickly crossed her legs, she noticed the man's Black Berry device sitting on the table and a half-full glass of apple juice sitting on the table next to his issue of Newsweek. 

"So," Rose said, "are you here on business?"

"Actually, yes," he responded. "I just concluded a week long meeting today and was just getting caught up in the news."

"Sounds interesting. And by the look on your face I can tell that things have been going well for you."

"Very well indeed, especially since you showed up."

She finally realized that he was, in fact, an American as well. She didn't worry about running into him when she got back of course, but she wasn't going to bother him with any giving details about who she might be.

"I didn't happen to catch your name though," he said.

"Don't worry," she responded, "I never told you." She flashed a wide smile to him to show off her perfect teeth. "Truth is I never really thought that names were all that important.

"Oh no," he said with a bit of intrigue. "So what is important?"

Her smile got wider as she began, "the impact a person has on your life. If there's no impact, what's the point of knowing a name? My question to you, is how much of an impact do you want me to have on you tonight?"

He sat back in his chair in a little bit of disbelief. If he didn't know any better, he would swear that he was just being hit on by a perfect, beautiful stranger. Worse things could be happening to him so he didn't feel it was time to look a gift horse in the mouth. He let out a slight laugh and started off, "okay, you have got my attention. A gorgeous woman plops down on my table on a late night in Frankfurt and to be honest, I'm wondering what she wants."

Rose couldn't help but laugh at this, but not in an obnoxious manner, just enough to let her know that she was more amused by his comment than insulted. Looking at him now, she could see the definition of his chest through his sky blue collared shirt and he was by no means a little boy. The buttons to his shirt stopped a few notches below his neck and she could also see the beginnings of his chest as well and it was hairless from what she could tell. She bit her bottom lip in excitement in crossed her legs again, slowly, this time grazing his leg with her toes. Feeling this on his leg, he looked down and back up quickly. Before he could even get a word out, she put her right elbow on the table and leaned in towards him holding up her head with the back of her hand. She whispered softly to him, "I want you."

"If you're joking," he said flatly, "then I want to say that you're a very rude person and I'd like you to leave. But if you're serious, I want to know why me?"

That's easy, she thought, because I'm horny and you're hot and available. But she responded, "because right now, I think you're the only one in here who deserves me." Hearing this, he slowly began to scour the room, not even knowing what he was looking for. She stopped him by leaning closer to him, exposing as much of her chest as her outfit would allow and then speaking softly again, "I'm not a prostitute. I'm not asking for anything in return. All I'm asking for is some time in your night for us to get acquainted. If I have that much of an impact on your life, then I will tell you my name."

What little bit of apprehension he initially had was gone. Mere interest turned into a journey. Not only did he want to comply with her wishes, but he wanted to know what she could do to him to be so life impacting in a night. Of course, he also was interested in her name if such a thing did happen. He took her up on her offer and they departed from the dining area. Holding his left hand, she led him to the elevator and pressed the button for not only her floor, but 6 others on the way up. He wondered about her reasoning for doing this but before he could ask a question, she pinned him to the side of the elevator shaft and began kissing him softly. Standing up he was about 5 foot 10 which made him even more desirable to her. The height difference didn't matter much because of her heels so reaching his lips wasn't much of a stretch. He couldn't believe himself at the moment and his only reaction was to go with the flow and kiss back. She began rubbing on his chest through his shirt and he caressed her thighs when suddenly, the elevator stopped and the doors flew open. He stopped as well and dropped him arms, thinking someone was coming in. No one was outside of the doors though and so the elevator continued on its path.

As soon as the doors closed again, Rose picked up where she left off, now going from his lips to his neck and chest, licking him in small strokes trying to find a hot spot. Apparently, the neck was it and she worked her tongue feverishly on its right side, even as the doors flew open again. When no one was present again, he realized what was happening. She wanted to test him and see if he was really up for what she had to offer tonight and see if he wasn't scared to 'act out' in public. He decided to go along with this so when the doors flew open on the next two stops, he didn't slow down at all with her. During the elevator ride, Rose got most of the buttons off of his shirt and even managed to take off his belt and wrap it around her hand. Soft passionate kissing between strangers turned into lustful acts of face sucking. Their mouths were so wide open they could have began eating each other alive. This made Rose all the more horny and she let him know this. "I want you...in me...now..." she told him, motioning for his pant zipper. Just as she undid the top button of his dark blue trousers, they hit their final stop and the doors flew open for the last time. They quickly pulled themselves together, adjusting their clothes before exiting, almost making a mad dash toward Rose's room. 

Working him up was precisely what she needed. Rose could tell that he was about has worked up as she was and she wanted to feel him at his best. People always went the extra mile with her, especially when she riled them up on the way to their destination. On more than a few occasions, her plan has worked too well and the destination was never reached, making it an even hotter encounter altogether. She slid the keycard out of her pocket and opened her door, walking into the dark room with him behind her. As the door shut, he caught her from behind and embraced her, holding her breasts with his left hand and feeling her panties with his right, all while lathering her neck with his tongue, making her pussy wetter and wetter. She was surprised he found her spot so easily but with Rose, not too many spots didn't excite her. 

The more and more he kissed her, the more she was writhing around, grinding his hand in midair. She was done playing around now as her pussy couldn't handle being teased much longer. She wanted sex. She turned to him and, walking backwards, pulled him to the edge of her queen size bed and pushed him onto it. He motioned to lift himself up but she pointed at him fast and told him to stay right where he was. In the dark of the room, Rose found the light switch behind her and used the dimmer switch to turn it on its near lowest level. With the dim lights behind her, he could see her silhouette perfectly as well as the features in her face. She only stood in front of him for a second or so before, legs spread open forming a perfect upside down V, before she took off her suit jacket and skirt, revealing a matching, lavender corset and panty set covered in black lace. From what he could see before she seemed perfect, now she looked like a goddess. "That suit didn't do you justice," he said, looking at her breasts, nearly hanging out of the low cut corset. "Oh really," Rose asked, "well what about now?" She took off her glasses and finally pulled the pins out of her hair, letting it fall to its normal length. As with most of his night, before he could say a thing, Rose stopped him again and began crawling on the bed and perched herself over him. She stopped by straddling him and removing his jacket and shirt without saying a word. She looked at his chest and became even more pleased. His chest was bare and his abs were rock hard. 

"You stay in shape, don't you," Rose asked.

"I have to be prepared for situations like this," he replied, still in shock.

"Well...thank you," she said before leaning down and kissing his chest and gently maneuvering around his nipples from her sitting position. She then took both of her hands and locked fingers with his, moving his arms as high as they could go to keep them out of the way. Once his hands were well above his head, she began crawling backwards, still kissing his body and going to his abs, licking around each muscle of his 6 pack, his belly button and then undoing his pants completely, pulling them down to the floor with her as she sat on her knees. Upon doing this she found his stiff penis waiting to greet her. She smiled at it, noticing it was about 8 inches in length. She knew she had found the right guy and decided to do something her pussy was telling her too all night. She slowly stuck out her tongue and began licking the shaft of his dick, all the way up to the tip. Once she reached it, she circled it several times, causing his hips to move a little with each rotation. The feeling of giving head excited her as she loved to feel a warm member in her mouth moving up and down and pushing on the back of her throat. She almost shoved the cock down her mouth in anticipation and he responded with a loud moan, letting her know he liked it. 

She started to suck slow at first, making sure he felt the inside of her jaw as she rose and fell within a few seconds. Her neck began to develop a more steady motion and she took in more of his dick as it did, getting in about 5 inches of him before she started to suck at a faster pace. He also noticed that the faster she moved, the more saliva she left on his dick and before long, there was a small puddle forming under his balls on the bed sheets. This got him going even more and his moans started to increase in volume and consistency. This did nothing but fuel Roses' urges and with both hands, gripped the back of his ass and took another 2 inches of her into her mouth and down her throat. Instead of a moan, something closer to a yell came out of his mouth as he leaned up on the bed and grabbed the back of Rose's head as she continued to please him with her mouth. She could tell he was enjoying himself and began to suck as fast as possible until she could feel him begin to cum in her mouth. She only swallowed a little and stroked his dick over his own belly to get the rest out. He hadn't had head that good in years. Rose hadn't given head that good in days.

"I can tell that you liked that," Rose said, still on her knees at the edge of the bed. 

He was out of breath slightly but responded back, "that's an understatement. That was marvelous. You are a very talented woman."

"Why thank you. Now I'm wondering... are you a talented man?" Rose stood up and wiped the spit from her mouth and with the same motion, removed only her panties, pulling them down slightly before meeting her heels at the floor. As she stepped out of her panties and stood with her legs open again, he knew what she wanted. And after what he was just given, he was much obliged to give it to her.

"Come find out," he teased. Rose wasted no time and crawled over him in the same manner as before except she didn't stop until her shaved pussy was literally over his mouth. Smelling the sweet scent of her juices mixed in with the perfume still wafting through the air, he stuck his tongue out and began licking the lips of her pussy in long strokes. Rose was so hot and horny that she took off her corset and began to ride his face as he continued to plunge his tongue in her hole. She loved the feeling of giving head but receiving it did much more for her. She constantly writhed around his face, pushing her love all around his face, sometimes missing his mouth entirely. He didn't mind at all as the feel of her sweet liquid was driving him crazy and he could feel his erection coming back full swing. The more and more she grinded on his face, the better he felt. Her lips were soft and the wetness made her more enjoyable to the taste as his tongue couldn't get enough of her pussy. He eventually grabbed her thighs and held her down in one position long enough to find her clit and focus squarely on it. He applied as much pressure as he could to her spot, making her shake uncontrollably as he went to task on her pleasure center.




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"Oh my God, you are making me cum right now!" she yelled out right before a loud moan. She almost couldn't stand it as she didn't think he would be this good. This is another reason she kept on with her adventures. She never knew what surprises people would pop up on her. As he licked in short and very quick strokes on her pussy, her legs began to quiver and without a word, she leaned her head backwards and tilted towards the wall behind her and came profusely in his mouth. She started to grind him as his grip wasn't enough for her powerful thighs and she not only came in his mouth, but around it as well. It took her a good minute to just stop cumming and a little longer than that to calm down. She fell off of him and landed to his right side, then began to tell him how good of a job he had done. But this time, it was Rose who was about to be interrupted. While lying on the bed, he spotted condoms on the nightstand next to the room phone. He immediately got up as she lay on her side and grabbed one off of the table. She was somewhat astonished as she saw him rip the packaging open and place the prophylactic on his dick in a single movement. He then mounted her and began fucking her as hard as he could in the missionary position.

The sensation was everything she needed to feel. Without warning he placed all 8 inches of himself inside of her and started thrusting like a mad man. Rose was even more turned on seeing him act this way and her mouth was left agape as she grabbed the back of his head as he pumped harder inside her, moaning with every stroke. On her own, she lifted her legs up and stood on the bed, still in heels, in the Widely Opened, Kama Sutra position, wanting to feel his dick even further inside her. He obliged by slowly ramming his cock into with long strokes, over and over. Her mouth was still wide open as she managed to utter, 'oh my God' a few more times in this position. She then managed to get him to stop pounding her long enough to get him to stand up on the edge of the bed. As he did this, she turned around and stood up in front of him, then bent over to have him fuck her from behind. He didn't hesitate to place his dick back in her and shoved his way into her now sopping wet pussy and started to hit it hard all over again. 

Although she was used to having sex in her heels, even Rose found it hard to keep balance in them while being fucked from behind as hard as she was while standing up. He was pumping her with the ferocity of a wild animal and this became most evident when she went from a standing position to having no choice but to fall on her knees on the bed and begin receiving him, doggystyle. As he bumped her, Rose's ass jiggled and shook with every smack, echoing throughout the room. "Goddamn your pussy feels good!" he said to her, "and I love the way your ass feels against me too. Do you like the way this feels?" he asked aggressively. "Oh yes," she said, almost stuttering, "yes, yes, yes, I do!" The pounding was all she needed to cum for a second time. She tightened up the walls of her vagina and began to shake again. He felt her wrapping herself around him and started hitting her as hard as he could, knowing she was climaxing a second time. Before long she let out a loud and long scream and reached back to him, grabbing his thighs to hold him in position long enough to get the full effect of his thrusts to maximize her feeling. A wave of fluid came out of her again, soaking the bed under her in a spot as big as she. Once her second wave subsided, she knew just what to do to finish him off. 

"Back on the bed," she demanded, still sort of shaking from the rush she just received. "And lay in the wet spot." 

It was hard not to, a good portion of the bed was just soaked. He liked the feeling of the wet sheets, especially knowing that he was just responsible for the beds' current state. He laid himself down and not a second later, Rose had mounted him, taking his dick as far as it could go inside her and started to ride him furiously. The sensation was overwhelming to him and he immediately started to moan consistently as he felt the wet pussy drip even more onto his dick. The feeling of her stockings and heels on his legs wasn't bad either as they added to the overall sensation he was getting. For about another 10 minutes straight, Rose rode him in the standard position, then without pulling him out of her, turned around in the Reverse Cowgirl position and just about started hopping up and down on his dick getting all that she could from him. Her moans started to flow with his at this point so when he would finish, she would start off another and so on for several minutes as well. 

Even through the condom she could feel his dick swell up, ready to burst inside her. She caught the feeling again too as she felt herself about orgasm wildly. And since girl on top is a favorite with her, she knew that this would be a perfect way to end this session. She turned around to him once more but didn't straddle him like before. Instead, she stood on the bed in her heels and put her hands on his chest and began popping her ass up and down as if she were doing a wild dance in order to catch the orgasm building in her. He yelled out, "I'm cuming" soon after she turned around and when she heard this she began to cum too. She fell down on his chest and moved only slightly as they both began to climax at the same time, both almost clutching each other to death, caught in the moment. Rose's pussy gushed out not once, but twice this last time, loving the feeling of the dick inside her making her feel a higher level of pleasure than she had all night. He was a good decision indeed, she thought. It's a shame I'll never see him again. And with that thought, in pure ecstasy, they fell asleep in each others arms, sweaty and out of breath, taking in one last kiss before consciousness was lost.

8 a.m., Saturday morning. He as awaken by the bright light of the sun through the window. Although it somewhat bothered him, he felt good knowing he was going to roll over and see the gorgeous woman he spent the night with curled under him. Or so he thought... 

Rose had been gone for over an hour and a half, already at the airport, already boarding her next flight. She had immensely enjoyed herself the night before and it was a memory she was going to keep for a while. That kind of impact is everlasting, that's why she went in his wallet before she left to find out his name before she left. It was now important for her to know. Edward Mitchell. She could now find him anywhere.

As Edward looked around the room for her, he couldn't find a trace. He knew she had been gone but wished he had known how long. He thought that she might be in the lobby but since the entire room had been cleared out, he figured that she might have planned this all along and would have been foolish to stay around as he came out of his sleep. His first instincts were to grab his wallet and check if he had been robbed. All items were in place, she was real. Edward crawled off of the hotel mattress and got dressed. Before leaving he, went into the bathroom to wash his face. He turned the water to the coldest temperature he could and splashed his face, hoping it would jolt him out of his tired state. As he turned around and dried his face on a towel, he turned around to leave the room and noticed a word written on the mirror in red lipstick. "She kept her promise," he whispered. He left the hotel room with a smile on his face, thinking of what he saw written on the mirror. Rose.



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[This story involves themes of voyeurism and exhibitionism; specifically it centers on the fantasy of a husband sharing his wife with another man. Be advised that there are explicit descriptions of sexual activity. If you are offended by such material, please do not read further. ALL characters depicted herein are over the age of eighteen. I hope you enjoy the story and appreciate those who take the time to vote and comment.]

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It all started off innocently enough. It really does sound nicer when I phrase it like that, as in reality it started off with me catching a glimpse of Tommy Jordan spying on Kerri as she sunned out by the pool. I could have nipped it right then and there, no problem.

But then I wouldn't be telling this story...

It was the first week of June, last year. The weather was nice and Kerri, my wife of nearly fourteen years, was out where she usually is on sunny afternoons; cranked back on the lounger, catching some rays. Our two girls had just left for their two-week stint at camp and I'd taken some of my vacation time so that we could do some things, just her and I.

I was upstairs that day, wrapping up some pending business on an account, feeling lazy, looking forward to our trip into the city tomorrow. I absently glanced down at my wife. She was in the bikini that I liked; the aqua one with the sea-shells. Her paperback was tucked down at her side, her thumb wedged in to mark her page. She was snoozing.

"You do look good, babe," I muttered appreciatively, turning back to the computer. That's when I saw him, a shadow really, a rustle of curtains on the second floor of our neighbor's house that caught my attention. I leaned forward just a bit, craning my neck to get a better view. It was Allen's kid, Tommy; I got a good glimpse of him as he came closer to his window. It didn't take a leap to see that he was staring down at my Kerri.

"Pervert," I mouthed, more amused than angry at his voyeur routine. Hell, I was a horned-out kid back in the day—actually back in the Carter administration. 

I watched for awhile longer, seeing him come clearly into view, his face drifting closer to the pane, his breath actually fogging the glass at points. He was very intent, no doubts on that count. I noticed that he didn't have a shirt on and wondered if the little fucker was totally naked, if he was whacking himself off over there, stroking his dick to the sight of my napping wife. He sure as hell seemed to be doing something over there besides taking in the view.

It was maybe only two or three minutes from start to finish. The kid was definitely jacking himself; his features tightening, his head snapping back convulsively, eyes clamped.

And then he was gone, backing from the window like a ghost. A ghost who'd evidently just shot a wad while peeping on my cute little honey.

"Son of a bitch," I whispered with more than a hint of twisted admiration, shaking my head. I looked back down at Kerri. She was still in dreamland, her mouth slackened, the novel dropped onto the grass.

We'd been neighbors with the Jordan's for over seven years now; Tommy had actually been a student of Kerri's when she was teaching seventh grade a few years back. I found myself looking over to the window as I settled in to finish up my work, work I was not really able to concentrate on now. The little shit had totally scattered my thoughts, he really had. I kept looking over at their house—was I wanting to see him back there, or what?

After a bit I switched the computer off, finally waving the white flag on it. I looked over at the Jordan's house one more time, and then started downstairs. I was a bit surprised that something like that had sparked me. I went to the fridge and took two bottles of Fiji out, again taking the opportunity to look up at their house from the window over the sink, no one watching.

"Sleepy head," I said as I bent over the lounge chair, touching the sweating square-sided bottle to Kerri's navel, watching her jump awake at the chill.

"Jerk," she laughed, slapping at my leg as she took the water from my hand.

"Want to do something?" I asked, taking a seat on the chair next to hers.

"Like what?"

"You know, just something," I answered, cocking an eyebrow.

"Something like what?" she asked with a drowsy coyness, taking a long, languid swallow of cold water.

"Something..." 

"Does it involve me being stripped?"

"Definitely involves that."

"Umm, I like being stripped."

"I've heard that about you."

"You have? So who's been giving away my secrets?"

"Oh, lots of guys." 

"And after I tell 'em to keep quiet so my husband doesn't find out," she whispered dreamily, swinging herself up off the chaise and starting off towards the house without another word. I caught myself looking up at the Jordan's house as I crossed the yard, half expecting to see Tommy's face to be peering down at us.

"You're a horny little boy today," Kerri teased breathlessly as we finally came together at the top of the staircase, her long fingers tracing down the front of my trousers, finding me fully engorged, encircling my bent shaft though the thin fabric.

"I was watching you out by the pool," I said, suddenly pressing her, backing her into our bedroom.

"You're a peeping tom then," she said, wagging a playful finger in my face.

I grabbed a handful of silky hair and tugged her head back, just touching my lips to hers by the slightest as I reached behind and roughly undid her bikini top. 

"Did it make you wanna fuck me," she breathed, winching a bit as I gave her head another sharp yank.

I had her briefs coming off then; there was a modest ruffle at the waistband, that perfect tangle of coarse dark hair down between her legs. I felt that warm swell at a spot just north of my stomach, that delicious, almost syrupy, rush of blood though my head.

"Easy," she said, shoved down onto the bed beneath me, my body instantly crushing atop hers.

"Okay," I said, pulling myself back from it. I lifted up off her, her fingers fumbling the buckle of my belt, trailing the zipper down, tussling with my boxers. That smooth palm of hers at last enveloping my liberated shaft, coaxing it to seemingly new levels of hardness. This chick of mine was terrific, she really was. Her breasts were smallish, still pretty firm after nursing two kids off them. She had a long, gorgeous body, sleek and muscular in the legs, her belly slightly rounded and smooth.

"Give me..."

I knew what she wanted before she said it, that she was not a maven for drawn-out lovemaking. I went down her body with a deliberate purpose, no more kissing, just my hands on her warm, sun-dappled skin, burying my mouth into her richly luxuriant pelt, finding her moist already, that wonderful nub swelling as I gently touched my tongue to it. 

"Oh, Christ..."

She tensed with the words, a sharp inhalation, as if her breath was bitten off.

I licked her the way she liked, working my tongue into her like a maestro, deep, tracing out the heavy labial folds, again and again coming back in on that stiffened clit, dancing over it with, sucking it...

"In me, in me now," she half-moaned, tugging me up with two fistfuls of hair.

I heaved myself upwards, pulling my shirt up over my head and flinging it across the room, my trousers riding down at my knees, positioning my cock against her, that familiar mossy wetness as I entered her, driving my cock into her sodden cunt with one powerful thrust.

"Easy, easy," she rasped, her eyes fluttering with the shock of it.

"I wanted to fuck you so bad," I whispered, holding myself stock still for a moment. I listened to her breathing and started in on her with a slow rocking rhythm, my cock working back and forth just an inch or so with each thrust, feeling her start to parry with her hips, meeting me, deepening my strokes.

"Go harder."

"You had somebody watching you out by the pool," I heard myself say, not having thought about it till the words were out.

"Harder now, go real hard."

I slowed my pace, actually halting for several seconds, feeling the desperate effort as she tried to shift her hips along my cock. I drew outwards, almost to the point of being free, and then drove myself home with all my strength—a startled bleat, her body arching up beneath me.

"Come on, do me. Do me hard. Hard..."

"Tommy Jordan was spyin' on you when you were lying out back," I went on, seeing her eyes widen with what I'd just said. "He was watching you out the window."

I started in on her before she could say anything, picking up the pace and riding her hard, anchoring her hips so she caught the full weight of each thrust.

"Go, go..."

"I think he was jerking off," I wheezed close to her ear, feeling that surge coming, the delicious rush corkscrewing up my spinal column—my balls constricting, off the fucking cliff with it...

The air seemed very still, my eyes were closed tight, grunts of rut tailing off now, my hardness broken. Just her breathing and mine, ragged, no words, each of us sweating.

"He was looking at me?"

"What?"

"You know what you said?"

I opened my eyes; Kerri was staring up at me, her face slightly mottled, her eyes very bright.

"Tommy," she went on demandingly.

"He was looking out the window over by..."

"Looking at me out there?"

"He was lookin' alright," I clucked. "Looking and probably more."

"That is fucked up," she blurted. Kerri was not one to curse, except for the few choice ones she'd drop when we were in the sack or if she was really, really ticked. She hitched up on her elbows and I felt my shrunken buddy slip out of her.

"It really wasn't anything bad. He's just a kid and..."

"He was spying on me and jerking—he was masturbating. You saw it?"

"Couldn't see that part of him actually."

"This isn't funny, Frank."

I couldn't help it, I grinned, heard the hesitant chuckle slip free of my mouth.

"We have the girls out there."

"Look, it isn't something that you should get all bent over. He's probably just all horned out and he see's you out there in your bikini and you used to be his teacher and..."

"And, and, and," she mocked, softening maybe a little.

"And you looked hot, what do you want me to say. Hell, I thought about jerking off myself looking at you down there."

"Well, you obviously enjoyed the whole thing," she said, softening a bit more, a begrudging smile as she reached down and gave my milked-out dick a playful wag.

"It was hot."

"You're more twisted than he is," she laughed, shaking her head at me. "I can't believe he was doing that. Tommy is one of the nicest kids I've ever had..."

"...ever had jerk-off over you."

"You put things so nicely. Such a poetic soul I'm married to."

"He was stroking it. I'll guarantee you of that."

"That's so mortifying. It is."

"Water under the bridge," I said, hugging her close to me, just touching our lips together.

"I'm surprised you didn't go over there and start pounding on their door."

I shrugged, again feeling amused with how exciting the whole little drama had been.

"What if he keeps doing it?"

"Look up at the window next time you're out there and give him a big friendly wave. Trust me, that'll get him back to his Playboys."

"Unless I maybe decide I like being watched."

I laughed; she was shifted over to her "dare me" mood, that persona I'd seen her assume so many times during the course of our marriage, mainly in subjects sexual. Over time, I realized that she liked to feel pushed when trying something fresh, as if it were a challenge to rise to. I also saw it as her way of putting whatever onus there was to a thing on me.

Mexico had been like that, a vacation back in 97' or so. Kerri's teasing remarks about some of the women going topless at our Club Med, the way she maneuvered to have me suggest that she should join them, which I more than eagerly did. There had been the usual proffered resistance on her part, the drawn-out jesting on the subject, then the "dare" as I now term it, a loving prod from me that culminated with her stripping off her top in the middle of a crowded beach—absolutely loving the attention of it, spending the next three days on virtual parade down there, giddy as she'd stroll up to the cabana bar with those pert tits of hers on full display. That was before she had Amy and Leann. She was perfectly proud of those sweet cupcakes back then, perfectly delighted to be showing them off to complete strangers with my hearty encouragement.

And of course there had been other times over the years; a fast "al fresco" tumble that we'd once taken on the back nine of a Phoenix golf course, the first time for her at a strip club, a fairly classy skin joint just outside of Atlanta—she'd been so stoked on it, though I struck out completely when I tried to entice her into a lap dance with a fetching redhead. 

And here it was again, that "dare me" edge to her voice, that way she'd set her face when saying it. She was putting it out there for my reaction, no doubts about it.

"Maybe you should give him a little better show next time," I whispered conspiratorially. "You know, show the kid what a terrific rack looks like."

"Yeah, that's all I need to do," she smiled, pulling up a tangle of sheet to drape her exposed body.

"What'd be the harm," I went on. "He's just a..."

"Well, how about indecent exposure for starters? Teacher-of-the-year for 2005 arrested for public nudity."

"You're in your own backyard—your own fenced-in, very private backyard."

"You're serious, aren't you?"

"Just saying that if you wanted to..."

"No, it's you who want me to do," she chided, reaching down to touch me again—I was at half-mast and rising, very good turn-around time for a forty-four year old guy.

"Nobody else can see into our yard except the kid. And Allen and Samantha are at work during the day, so it's only him over there."

"No, I don't think so."

"Just think of him up at the window, all hot and bothered," I said, imagining the scene quite vividly at that point. "He'd be thinking of how you used to be up in front of the class. All bookish with your glasses and hair up, and..."

"No, no, and no," she said good-naturedly, a finger to my lips to silence me. "Tommy Jordan is an adorable kid, and he is not going to be seeing any more of me than he did today. And if I see him up at the window, I'm going to give him a big friendly wave just like you recommended. And now I have to pee, so you can attend to that development"—my rejuvenated hard-on getting a humorous wave goodbye—"by yourself, if you know what I mean."

I watched her paddle off to the bathroom, a palm awkwardly clasped to her crotch to keep from trailing sperm across the hardwood. I figured that since she gave the advice I'd better follow it, so I laid back and started stroking myself. I actually felt like I could come again very fast. The kid scoping her like that and our talk had me really revved up. I knew how Kerri was, that the seed had been planted, and you never knew if it would sprout or not. I knew that I shouldn't bring it up again, any more than a farmer would dig up a radish seed to see if it was germinated. 

I was stroking it fast when she came back into the bedroom a minute or so later, a bemused smile as she saw me there.

"Okay if I watch?" she asked, coming over to stand at the foot of the bed.

"You could help with it if you want."

"No, I think I'll just observe," she said officiously.

And so our matinee ended, with me jerking off like a kid and Kerri clapping with mock delight as I splayed semen across my belly. 

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It was three days before Kerri made it out to the pool again, a day shopping in New York and two more of drizzly gray skies.

Three days of near-frantic humping on both our parts, grinding away until we'd fall into deadened sleep. I could feel my wife's orgasms deepening in intensity every time we'd make love. I knew what it was that she was fantasizing about it, but neither of us uttered so much as a word.

"I'm going to lay out for awhile," came Kerri's cheery voice.

It was a Thursday, the morning already hot and turning muggy. We'd walked early that day, and enjoyed a quiet breakfast. It was almost eleven o'clock.

"Have fun," I yelled down to her, sliding the chair away from the computer, following her with my eyes as she strolled out to the pool and squared herself away on the blanket. She glanced up and saw me in the window, flashing a slightly embarrassed smile as she waved to me. I looked over at the Jordan's house. At the window I'd seen Tommy in the other day. 

It was maybe five minutes before I caught the movement over there—with the angle I had, he'd have to strain to catch me watching him. He came up to the glass just like the other day, hesitant, then, when he felt she wasn't looking, bolder, his face right up to the pane. He was a good-looking kid, on the skinny side, shy to the point that he'd sometimes blush when spoken to.

I saw him fidgeting, pulling his shirt up over his head and throwing it aside, down low movements that belied the dropping of his pants. I looked down at my Kerri, she was reclined back, shades on, her novel and cell on the little table.

I darted to my own cell, rolling the directory, pushing her name, ringing. Once, twice...

"Hello."

"You got your audience again." My voice was quavering a bit.

Kerri was quite for several seconds.

"What's he doing?"

"Well he just got naked over there, I'm pretty sure of that."

"So, should I wave to him?"

"I think you should reward him for his efforts, is what I think."

Again, that drawn out silence—Tommy had backed away from the glass when she picked up the phone, but he was still there, stealthy as he craned for a better view.

"Here goes," was Kerri's crisp reply, clicking the phone shut before I could say anything. I was staring down at her now, seeing her drop the cell back on the table and swing herself up off the lounge chair, angling off so that her back was to both of us. 

"Come on, baby," I heard myself whisper.

Kerri reached behind her and undid the clasp at the center of her spine, a pause before she shrugged the straps from her shoulders and let it fall free. She turned back to us, nude from the waist up, her small breasts so perfect, taking a few steps, presenting herself.

I looked over at Tommy, he was jacked right up to the glass now, eyes widened, that blur of motion in his arms betraying his pumping fist. I figured what the heck and decided to join him, freeing my own woody and starting a quick stroke on it. 

Kerri was clearly enjoying her stint of exhibitionism, the peaking of her dark, petite nipples evident even from this distance. After a few moments, she retook her seat and lay back, shimmying for a comfortable position. She reached for the phone...

I answered before the ring echoed. 

"You like?"

"Better believe it. You look..."

"Is our buddy enjoying the show?"

I glanced across at Tommy's perch. He was still at it, his handsome face intent and leering.

"He's there."

"And?"

"He's enjoying it."

"I wish I could see him."

"I'll go over and get him. Bring him right down poolside."

"Yeah, right, and I'll end up getting raped," she laughed.

"I'd watch that," I said in a husked voice, feverish now in my masturbatory efforts, careful not to get off too fast. "I'd let him do whatever he wanted."

"Are you jerking off?"

"Yes."

"That's no fair," she chided good-naturedly. "I'm doing all the work and I'm the only one not getting satisfied."

"Well, if you want to, all you have to do is..."

"You think I won't?"

"Go ahead. In for a dime, in for a dollar."

I again shot a look at ole' Tommy, he was working it good and hard, grinning big at his fine luck.




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And then Kerri was lifting her butt up, slipping her bikini briefs down along her legs, kicking them free of her ankles in the most wanton way, all the while looking straight up at me, the phone still to her ear as if she was having a fantastic bit of phone sex, the caresses halting at first, just soft petting along her inner thighs.

Go on, I want you do it. I want you to let him see everything," I whispered into the mouthpiece, stopping my hand before I came—I was that fucking close.

My wife had her fingers in along her slit, a luxuriant exploration as she parted the soft pinkish petals, her thighs quivering as she delved deeper...

I looked over at the boy; he was over the top, humping up and down as he slid into a frenzied orgasm, his face clenched like a fist.

Kerri bucked a bit, her legs flaying as she convulsed with her own quick orgasm. And then she was up on her feet, covering her breasts as best she could while gathering up her bikini and hustling back to the house.

I met her in the upstairs hallway, her face flushed and bright. I'd stripped naked as she came inside and ran up the stairs. She dropped her bikini on the ground and came right up to me. Her hand clasped on my rigid cock as she pushed me back into the wall, down on her knees before me, a darting kiss to the thick spongy head.

"I want to blow you," she blurted lustily.

"Excellent." Kerri was not one for sucking cock, never had been really. She'd take me in her mouth from time to time, playing with me more than trying to get me off. She'd always been squeamish with the whole thing, telling me up front once that she thought having somebody come in her mouth was disgusting. I'd been her boyfriend since our senior year in high school, and though she'd been up front with not being a virgin, I didn't think there had been a lot of cock's spurting sperm into her mouth before I came around. 

Anyway, she was at it now, at it with what seemed a practiced hunger, working up and down on me, her tongue circling the vein-roped underside, taking my cock deep enough to gag.

"That was so hot," she said at one point, pulling off me to try and catch a breath.

"It was."

"I kept thinking about sucking him," she wheezed, her cheeks reddened, pupils pinned. Her words caught me off guard. She was so stoked down there on her knees.

"You could've," I said hoarsely.

"I would've done it while you were watching, right out by the pool," she said, again swallowing me up, sucking it, her teeth scraping lightly...

"I'm gonna come."

"Come in my mouth, I want you to."

I felt it start, the tightening, the slivers of incredible pleasure, and I was gushing, gushing, gripping her head as spurt after spurt emptied against the back of her throat, that tongue still swirling on me, then sagging with weakness, I felt myself slip down along the wall.

Kerri was panting softly, her eyes closed. She lifted her head after a few seconds and opened her mouth to display a puddle of milky semen, thick globbish strands of it dangling from her teeth. 

She stood up and went into the bathroom at the end of the hall. I could hear her spitting it out, a retch as she rinsed her mouth over and over again, then the toilet flushing.

"Hope I didn't shock you," she said as she came back and sat next to me on the floor, lifting my arm so that it draped around her bare shoulders.

"Are you kidding me, it was great."

"I meant what I said about him."

"About blowing him."

"Shhh..."

"I loved hearing that," I answered honestly.

"I was picturing him out there with me and I was doing him while you watched us," she whispered, a hard blush coming to her cheeks, and she ducked her eyes away from mine. "That sounds so bad."

"Actually it was hot, beyond hot."

"I can't believe you came in my mouth."

"You sort of urged me on, if I remember correctly."

"It tastes gross, like Clorox."

"I wouldn't know."

"You never tasted yourself."

"No," I lied, having done it on more than a few occasions as a young kid. I think every man does it at some point probably, just like putting a ruler on your hard-on.

"Liar," she laughed, knowing me too well, I guess.

"You were really turned on by it, weren't you?" I said.

"I guess I'm an exhibitionist, as if there was any doubt after Mexico."

"I meant about having him out there with you."

"Just fantasy," she said, snuggling into my chest as if to reassure me of something.

"Why shouldn't you have him," I whispered.

Kerri looked at me with the patience one has form the feeble-minded.

"I'm serious."

"I'm not interested in being with anyone but you," she said firmly, a lie right there because everyone thinks about stuff like that, they just don't act on it because of complications and loyalties. 

"I'd love to watch you doing something like that," I spoke, the words just rattling from my mouth with no hint of brain behind them. "You'd be breaking him in probably. I don't think he has a girlfriend or..."

"Stop it."

"I'm just saying..."

"You shouldn't want me doing something like that," she said, suddenly angry, or maybe just hurt. "You shouldn't even be thinking of it. I'm your wife. The mother of your..."

"Look, I was just..."

"I shouldn't have ever mentioned it," she snapped, standing up fast, her tits heaving. "You probably just want to get some girlfriend too and you just..."

"I don't want anyone else. I just said..."

"I don't want to talk about it anymore," she said, cutting me short. "I shouldn't have ever done what I did. That was nuts. Nuts!"

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

Kerri flares up fast and settles down just as quickly. The outburst was over and in a couple minutes I was sprawled next to her on our bed, tucked in nicely like two perfectly matched spoons.

"I'm sorry I snapped at you," she said.

"I would never be with anybody else, Ker," I said soothingly.

"I get jealous. I wouldn't want some girl looking at you naked like that."

"I think they'd move away if they saw me, paint the windows of their house black."

"I'm being serious."

"I liked what you did today," I went on, hugging her tighter. "It was exciting, it really was. I don't know why, but I like having other guys look at you. I always have. ...I know it sounds weird."

"It's okay."

"And if you have a fantasy..."

"I don't..."

"Well if you did, it'd be okay with me," I said, feeling my member stiffening—Kerri noticed it too and wiggled her bare butt against me.

"Tell me what you'd have me do to him," she asked after a moment.

"I'd have you strip in front of him, just take off everything."

"And then?"

"Then I'd have you get down on your knees like you did with me..."

She rolled over into my arms and we started to make love very gently.

"Tell me everything," she said in a hushed gasp as I eased into her silken depths.

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

It was later that same afternoon that I woke up to find her sitting on the bed next to me, just looking blankly ahead.

"You okay?"

"What if it changed things for us? You know, what if you couldn't think of me the same again?"

It took me a second to even register what the hell she was talking about. 

"You're thinking about it," I said with more surprise than I should have.

"No."

"...Nothing would change how I feel about you," I said, speaking the truth. "Nothing would ever change that."

"I must be crazy."

"This thing's really got you, hasn't it?"

"Just forget I said anything. I don't want to talk about it anymore."

I lifted myself up a bit, trying to collect my thoughts.

"He's just a nice kid."

"This is so crazy to be actually even thinking of something like this," she said, squeezing her temples hard.

"There wouldn't be any harm."

"And you could take it. You could take seeing me..."

"He's just a nice boy. He isn't anything that would—I'd love to watch him being with you. I don't know why, but I would. ...It wouldn't change anything."

"How would I even do something like this. Would I just..."

"Just ask him over."

"This is so crazy."

"Tomorrow is supposed to be nice. Sunny."

"And you would just watch? You wouldn't want to join in or anything."

"Would you want me to?"

"No, I think that would be just too weird, as if this isn't weird enough. 

"Just have fun with it, Ker. You could always change your mind."

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

Kerri was out in the yard early that day, a Friday. She was in a pair Levi cut-offs with a yellow blouse that she'd knotted in at her waist, an outsized sunhat drooping down over her face.

It was strange that I'd told her what to do, that I put it all together so fast. I looked at my hand, it was trembling. I looked out at her, she was obviously nervous, milling for no reason. She kept looking back up at me, lifting the brim of her hat every time.

I was over in the office Kerri kept on the second floor, a place that afforded a better view of the entire back yard, the windows opened so I could hear everything said. She just kept pacing, going back to the filter shed three times, opening the door and looking around each time. I wondered if she saw him, if he was watching her from their house.

"Tommy," she yelled suddenly, a big wave in that direction, smiling. "Tommy."

"Yeah," the boy's voice came back, startled, edgy—I knew he had to have been up in his window, getting ready for the show to start again.

"Can you help me?"

She looked up at me with a sheepish grin and quickly started down alongside the house to open the gate for him.

It couldn't have been more than a minute before I heard his voice again, still shaky, as if he were busted. "What's up, Mrs. Casselli?"

"The power is off in the pool and I can't find the breaker for it. Frank's away, but he told me that it's on a separate thing out in the shed."

They walked into sight together, Tommy Jordan tall and skinny, wiry in the way of youth. He looked hesitant, maybe spooked. I was sure Kerri had spied him up at his window when she called out his name, just like I'd told her. 

"Will you see if you can find it?"

Tommy nodded, giving my wife a wide berth as she handed him a flashlight and opened the door. It was maybe five seconds and the jets of our hot tub started foaming.

"Is it on?" he asked, still hidden in the shed.

"Thanks, Tommy."

He stepped back, offering her the flashlight, looking around the yard as if he'd never been there before. 

"So you want to take a swim," Kerri asked, indicating the pool with a slight wave.

"No, I'm okay," he stammered.

"Why not, it's hot enough. ...Come on, it'll be fun."

"...I'll go get my suit."

"You can skinny dip if you want to," Kerri said, bolder now, squaring herself to him. "It'll be our secret."

"I..."

"I'll go first if you want."

I could see it all from where I sat, the blood pounding through my skull, adrenalin surging though my system. 

Kerri stepped back and slowly undid the knot holding her blouse, opening it slightly and then draping it back off her shoulders. She hadn't worn a brassiere, her small tits wonderful to see.

Tommy Jordan seemed frozen in place, looking like he didn't know if he should run away or what.

"I saw you watching me yesterday," she purred, stepping up to him now, her hand tracing down the front of his shirt. "Did you like it?"

He managed a rigid nod.

"If you want me naked, then you have to strip me."

Kerri lifted his hands to the front of her cut-offs, paused to let him do it. I could actually see him shaking as he unbuttoned them, stripping the denims awkwardly down her legs. She wore her high-cut panties, aqua, with a pink bow just beneath her navel. He reached up and glided them down as well—a shock for me, she'd shaved herself that morning, something she'd never done before. Her tan-lines were defined, her body soft and abundant, offering herself to this young man, his hands starting to roam over her skin like he owned her.

Kerri pulled his shirt up over his head, his body was smooth and pale, an almost delicate quality to his boyish physique. She lifted up to kiss him, her eyes meeting mine for just an instant.

"Take off your jeans."

She stepped back to watch, angling so that I had a view from the side, seeing him hesitate, glancing around as if to reassure himself that no one could see.

"Your husband..."

"He's not here. Take off your jeans."

The boy looked around again and then started pulling them down, meeting her gaze as his dick sprang up—it was thin and long, longer than mine, a slight, off-center bow to the left, his testicles shrunk tightly. His legs were long and slender, a runner's musculature.

"I like your thing," Kerri said, coming up and stroking him lightly, a tremor snaking his body as if he'd had a sudden chill. She reached up and guided him down to her nipples, one then the other, my wife taking the opportunity to again look up at me, a smile as he enthusiastically attended her tits.

"Just stand there," she said after a few more seconds, and carefully dropped to her knees, feathering the entire length of his shaft with her lips, a perfect courtesan tenderly cupping his balls, her tongue darting out to lick the tip and then she took him with one vigorous dip of her head, straining to engulf every inch of him, her face almost bobbing against his crotch, a slight roll in her neck as she lovingly stated to suck him off.

Tommy couldn't last long like that. He was gripping her head, already bucking his hips, grunting, that smooth-cheeked face twitching as he slid into orgasm, groaning as he pumped cum into mouth, splaying wispy threads of semen across Kerri's face as he pulled free for an instant.

He almost cringed away from her, leaving her down on her knees, stunned by it. She touched her wet chin in a distracted way. I saw her gulp without thinking of it, realizing that she'd just swallowed this kid's load. 

"You're very sexy," Kerri said, still down on the grass, resting on all fours.

He nodded. I could see he was happy with it, that feeling of conquest you get when you first get a girl.

"Do you want to fuck me?"

He was nodding, eagerly, already sliding down to get with her right there on the lawn.

"No, up in the house," she said, pointing upstairs, making me duck for cover.

We'd never talked about this, never talked about her actually fucking this kid; I was hiding up in her room, looking for a spot to lose myself in. I heard the kitchen door shut behind them, their footfalls on the steps as they came upstairs.

"In here," she said, bringing him into our bedroom.

"You are so beautiful."

"Come on, I want you to fuck me. Look at how hard you are already. You're very big. ...oh, yeah, come here, come here..."

The bed creaked a bit as they climbed on, Kerri groaned softly, I could hear everything—I couldn't believe this was happening, that she was going to let him fuck her like this, right in our bed.

"Have you ever done it before, Tommy?"

A brief silence, the kid obviously trying for the right answer, the one he thought she wanted to hear.

"I'd love it if I was your first."

"You are," he croaked, the truth of the statement evident in his tone.

"Good, now you don't have to use anything. Come here. Let me...that is so nice and big. I love looking at you when you're out in your yard doing the grass. Did you know I'd look at you too?"

"Uh,uh."

"No, from behind," she said with genuine excitement. "I want you to do it from behind, okay. Just go easy when you start, okay."

I was bare foot; I eased down the hall like a cat-burglar, halting just outside our door, quieting my breathing. Could I take seeing it? I wanted to. I wanted to watch him on her.

I heard her startled gasp, knew he had penetrated her rougher than she wished, another discomforted gasp.

"Easy, easy..." 

I peeked, I had to; Tommy was mounting Kerri from behind, his back to me, he drove into her with a savage thrust, her knees lifting clear of the mattress with the force.

"Easier, please..."

"Sorry," Tommy whispered, stopping himself, his hand gently stroking the length of her spine, a soft caress across the side of her head.

"Just go slow. I'll tell you when to...that's it. Nice, nice..."

The kid was fucking her in a slow rhythm, careful, his hands exploring down her thighs, across the smooth whitish globes of her behind.

"Now go harder, a little harder."

He picked up his pace at the command, deeper strokes, her round hips meeting his thrusts. 

"Harder..." 

He jammed himself into her with such force that she screamed, her entire body stiffened with the shocking penetration, the boy unable to keep from sinking another viscous stroke into my wife's pussy, then another. He grabbed hold of her shoulder and really picked up his pace, wrenching her up with a fistful of hair at one point, a dominating throttle as he ground her pretty face down into the pillow to muffle her continued cries.

"Aghhh, aghh..." 

"You are so hot," he fairly shouted, Kerri sounding with each thrust now, breathless biting noises, a slow throaty moan rising from deep in her chest as he continued to auger his cock into her, twisting hard on that shank of hair...

"Harder, hard..." she shrieked, coming rapidly towards climax, the words muddied as he smothered her into the folds of the pillow.

"You like that," he hissed just as Kerri screamed from the first hit of her climax, clawing at the mattress with her fingers, writhing beneath him, the orgasms obviously coming in waves for her now like they sometimes did, wrenching her insides.

And then Tommy was bucking again too, gripping her hips, burying his fingertips into her soft flesh, grunting as he emptied his seed deep within my wife before collapsing atop her, Kerri's thin keening the only sound left. I silently shuffled back to the study and waited, totally shaken by the sight of her being used like that. I crouched down in a corner and hugged my knees, rattled by it, my erection faded.

I heard them talking after a few minutes but the words didn't register. I closed my eyes and just saw him doing her again, thinking that he hadn't even used a rubber on her. It was maybe ten more minutes before I heard him leaving. 

"Thank you," Kerri's voice sounded in the hall.

"It was great, Kerri."

"Mrs. Casselli. It's still Mrs. Casselli, Tom."

"Okay."

"Say 'thanks for sucking my cock, Mrs. Casselli'."

"I..."

"I want you to say it, Tommy. Thanks for..."

"Thanks...thanks for sucking my cock...Mrs. Casselli."

"I liked being your slut."

"I..."

"You're a good lover. You better go now."

I heard them kiss, the soft smack of it. Then after a few moments, after the kitchen door had slammed shut: "Frank?"

"Here," I answered, forcing myself to stand up.

"Come be with me, okay."

I went, my legs were rubbery. Kerri was sitting on the floor at the side of the bed when I walked in, the sheet wrapped around her shoulders. She was sobbing softly, a distressed look as she met my eyes.

"Hi," she said weakly, obviously scared, dreading my reaction on some level.

I saw the trail semen that she'd dribbled across the floor, thin rivulets of it already drying on one of her legs. I felt something flare deep within me, a furious anger that I hadn't ever expected. For a second I wanted to slap her across the face, to just kick the living shit out of her, to take my belt and whip her whorish ass fucking raw...

"Are you all right?" I said in a constricted tone, the murderous rage leaking into my words.

She nodded, shrinking at my harshness, maybe seeing something dark and vengeful in my expression.

I towered over her, the emotions churning. I actually could smell the kid's cum on her, thought of her swallowing his sperm, my filthy cocksucker of a wife. She'd let him cum inside her cunt, his seed swilling within her body. She was on the pill, but what if she got pregnant. Shit like that happens, fucking stupid cunt.




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"I'm sorry."

"Don't be," I heard myself say, the voice belonging to someone else.

"Please..."

Kerri scooted forward and wrapped her arms around my legs, clinging to me, sobs wracking though her body. And for some reason, that simple act broke my rage, sent it crashing down like the walls of Jericho. 

"Shhhh."

"I'm sorry I..."

"No, don't be. It's okay, Kerri, it's okay."

I was down there on the floor with her, enveloping her in my arms, her words a muddy babble as she wept into my chest.

"You looked so mad," she managed finally, averting her gaze from mine.

"You were terrific," I whispered. "...I could never get mad at you."

"I shouldn't have..."

"I'm glad you did it. I liked seeing him with you." The embers were dimming completely, and I felt the excitement rising from that same mysterious font. "It was..."

"You saw it?"

"I was peeking right around the door."

"You must think I'm a total slut."

"I think I'm lucky to be married to the best girl going. I love you, babe. I'll always love you, don't ever worry about that. I wanted you to do it."

Very hesitantly she lifted her face to mine allowing me the chance to brush her tears away with my thumb.

"I did like it."

"I guessed that by the way you came."

"It was so exciting," she gushed with an air embarrassment. "I know I shouldn't have let him do it like that."

"Like this," I whispered, touching my fingers to the tacky semen on her leg, my cock fully stiffened by now.

Kerri nodded, tried to laugh but instead broke into another crackling sob.

"I liked that you shaved," I said, reaching down to stroke her bald pussy.

"I just did it this morning. I wanted him to like me."

"Well, you succeeded there, in spades."

"He'll probably want to do it again."

"Like probably right now," I answered.

"What if he starts bothering..."

"The girls are away till next Saturday. You have anything you like with him, especially if I get so see."

"And you won't mind," she whispered, the fact that she wanted another tumble with the kid coloring every syllable.

"I want you to have a good time with it. ...I love you."

"It was so exciting."

I laughed a bit, wanting her now. Not really thinking about it any deep level; knowing that that would come later for me, and for her. 

"If I do something, you aren't going to be grossed out, are you?"

"What?"

"You guess," I said, stroking her inner thigh, letting my fingers linger again on that shaved snatch. Keri's eyes widened a bit and then she grinned.

"You can if you want to?"

"Thanks, Mrs. Casselli," I chuckled, taking a firm grip and pushing her back onto the floor, flipping the sheet off her body. She was up on her elbows, looking down at me, still sniffling a bit. I smiled and lowered my mouth to her recently violated vagina, closing my eyes as I put my tongue to her.

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

Eight months have passed since that day. We play with the fantasy and the memory of it still, though neither of us have a serious intention to go back there again. Kerri had the kid on three other days, all in that week immediately after their first outing. I was wary of my response after that first day, but fell into a fast erotic comfort-zone with it when she invited him over the very next day. 

It was Kerri's decision to ultimately put the brakes on Tommy with it, seeing the horrendous complications that could arise with such a tryst. I listened to her give him the brush on that last date, the way he started to argue with her, going so far as to make an ardent pronouncement of love for her, no doubt thinking that it was the balm necessary to keep bare-backing my beautiful girl. After that she told me how he'd taken to coming over every time he saw me pull out in my car, knocking on the front door, phoning her when he knew I was gone. She'd been gentle with him at first, but finally had to get nasty, telling him she didn't want him coming around again, that she was sorry she'd ever done it.

And so our life fell into a balance; a new balance, but still something that worked for us. The kid was sullen when he'd cross our path, not that I blamed him really. He was young and he saw a terrific fuck-thy-neighbor's-wife scenario just wither up and die.

I'd watched Kerri over at the counter this morning, packing our girl's lunches, going over their outfits prior to sending them out the bus. I did love her. And I trusted her. The infidelity, if you could call it that since I was watching the action from the stands, had not weakened my bond with her, not at all, which was something that honestly surprised me.

I got up and closed my briefcase and pulled her tight, just a peck on the lips, startled by the hard knock on the front door.

"I'll get it," I said, going down the hall, hearing the fist rap it again, urgent, full of power.

"You got a minute, Frank," Allen Gardner said, stepping inside before I could answer. He looked down the hall at Kerri and said: "this concerns you too, Kerri."

"What?"

"This shit here," he said roughly. The manila envelope in his hand, pictures coming out, three of them: Kerri out by the pool taking off her top, losing her bikini bottom, her fingers jacked in between her legs. 

"You can keep 'em," he said harshly, tossing them onto our couch. How had I missed the kid snapping them...easy I'd been too busy with my own cock.

"Allen..."

"I don't detect any shock on your part Frankie. No, surprised reaction to what your sweet little wife is doing giving my boy a free tit and ass show, which makes me believe you knew she was doing it. Hell, maybe you were even watching, right?"

"I'm sorry," Kerri said in a shaken tone.

"Save with the 'I'm sorry', Mrs. Casselli," he blurted. "That kid of mine has it all written up in his diary about how you gave him a burlesque and then the next day took his cherry, which between you and me ain't exactly a negative thing. You know she fucked him, Frank? Your sweet piece of a wife sucked his teenage wang right out there on the patio and then let him screw her in your bed. Three fucking times. ...Fuck, I was always worried about him being a homo, so at least you put that worry to bed for me." 

"Allen, look..."

"Teacher of the fucking year... our neighborhood's own little miss perfect soccer mom."

"Please," Kerri begged.

"You get all the pictures back, plus the memory stick from the camera. Also I rip Shakespeare's diary pages out and let you have them, all nice an' easy." 

"Thank you," Kerri whimpered—I knew the proverbial other shoe was about to drop, even if she didn't. 

"Nice an' easy, which is how I read you like it from behind. ...Want to know what you're gonna do, Frank? You're going to bring your lovely wife up to Elk Mountain this coming weekend. Get somebody to watch your kids. Me and a couple of my college buddies spend a ski trip together up there every year. This year, I'm intending on bringing the entertainment, which Kerri, is you."

"Fuck you, Allen. Get the fuck..."

"You don't want me to leave here disappointed, because my first trip is going to be down to the cops where I'll inform them as to the exhibitionist tendencies of your cunt wife. Now they'll decide to prosecute her for indecent exposure or they won't, but you both know that either way the talk will be all over this pissy little town. And I'll make sure the pics get out there too, bet your ass on that. That and the fact that my kid got serviced with a smile."

"Please..."

"You're a nice lady, Kerri, that's why I'm giving you an out. I'll have one of the chalet's reserved in your names. If you show up, we got a deal. If not, a reputation is an awful thing to lose. And don't try and entrap me into saying anything else, you know, in case you think of blackmailing me to my wife. Hell, you better pray she never reads Tommy's descriptions as to your prowess in the art of fucking and swallowing sword. She'll be coming after you with a gun. ...You are both totally boxed, no doubt about it. I'm giving you a get-out-of-jail-free card, a one-time offer, with the clock ticking on it."

He opened the door, pausing, his eyes burning a hole right through my wife: "And who knows, you might really enjoy it too. I personally can't wait to see you in your PJ's."

Kerri was weeping hysterically, staring at the door, shaking uncontrollably as I reached out to hug her, muttering "I don't wanna do it, I don't wanna do it," over and over again, like some mantra of the damned.

"Kerri, don't worry. You don't..."

"I don't wanna do it," she wailed, completely breaking up, her legs buckling to the point where I had to support her. "Please, I don't want to it..."

THE END

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[I'm thinking of doing a continuation of this story under the genre of non-consensual sex, something decidedly nastier in nature. I hope you've all enjoyed this story, Again, your votes and comments are always most appreciated. Thanks in advance.]



Showtime!



Lisa was home from college for the summer. Home was an apartment in Chicago in which she lived with her mother, stepfather, an older sister and a younger stepbrother. Although she'd managed to find a part-time job, there was still lots of time with nothing to do besides surf the Internet, watch television, read or go for walks. Her favorite of the four was to surf the 'net, but unfortunately, she had to share her laptop with others in the family.

One morning she awoke about an hour before everyone else and made use of the time to get on the Internet and look for porn. She hadn't had a lot of sexual experiences with men and the few she'd had were one-on-one with a guy about her age. For some reason, watching videos of threesomes was one of her favorite categories. She especially liked seeing two older men penetrating a younger woman, but two bi-women and one man also made her get extremely wet. 

On this particular morning she stumbled upon an erotica web site that also had a personals section. She had a new boyfriend in town but was curious to see who might be available for some extra fun. If nothing else, she thought she might be able to start an online roleplay and let her inhibitions run wild. After registering for the site she immediately went to the personals section to post her ad. She decided to make the ad somewhat vague in hopes that she'd get a lot of responses and then she could choose a few to whom she'd reply. Her ad read, "Petite blonde college girl, 20, toned body with 32b breasts, seeks attention from older men and/or women. Please send PM for more information." Even though the text was brief and non-specific, she felt the growing dampness in the crotch of her thong panties as she thought about the kinds of responses she might receive. 

From the personals she browsed through several photo threads. It took a while but she finally found one that featured photos of threesomes and even larger groups. After only a few minutes of viewing she slipped her hand inside her thong to rub her clit. Thinking she'd smear a little of her wetness over her clit, she dipped her middle finger in between her pussy lips. She was surprised to discover how wet she'd become. Taking her eyes away from the laptop she looked down at her crotch and saw that it had become nearly transparent from her wetness. 

From down the hall she heard her mother call out. "Lisa? Lisa! If you want to be first in the shower, you'd better get moving!"

"Okay, Mom! Be there in a minute!"

She signed out of the web site, cleared the browser history and then emptied the browser cache and emptied the recycle bin to cover her tracks. Upon getting up from her bed she stopped and looked at herself in the full length mirror on the back of her door. Her long, hard nipples were clearly visible through the sheer camisole and the crotch of her thong was completely soaked. After removing the cami she cupped her breasts and gave them a squeeze as she slowly turned to admire her toned body. As she viewed her butt cheeks protruding from the thong she started wondering if she'd ever enjoy the pleasure of anal sex or if she'd find two men who'd want to share her for a double penetration. She pulled the waistband of her thong up high, drawing the crotch material up snugly between her ass cheeks and pussy lips. Even though it was her own body she was viewing, she grew hornier by the second.

"Lisa? Lisa! Better hurry!" her mother called out.

She pulled her robe out of the closet and slipped it on. She decided to leave on her thong and enjoy its pressure against her pussy and ass hole as she walked to the bathroom for her shower. Looking towards the bathroom door she saw her older, bustier sister approaching and quickened her stride. Lisa envied her sister's bigger breasts. She always thought they were the reason she'd had so many boyfriends. Reaching for the door at the same time as her sister, Lisa elbowed her sister's breasts and shouted, "I was here first!"

Pushing back, her sister Laura shouted, "So what? I have to be at work before you do, so I'm taking my shower first!"

"No way! I'm getting in first today!"

The two sisters pushed and pulled at each other until their robes both fell open. Laura was completely naked under the robe and her shaved pussy appeared to have been played with roughly just moments ago. 

From their parents' bedroom they heard the deep voice of their stepfather. "You two settle it quietly or I'll come out there and settle it for you!"

Laura pushed Lisa into the bathroom and followed behind her, quickly closing the door. Lisa turned around to confront her sister and asked, "What the fuck are you doing?"

Laura placed her hand over Lisa's mouth to keep her quiet. "Listen up, sis. I could hear Mom and Dad going at it earlier and I think Dad is still fired up. I don't know about you, but I don't have time to waste finding out how he intends to settle this. Let's just take our showers together and be done with it. Okay?"

After Laura removed her hand from over her mouth, Lisa replied, "Okay, okay, but only if you'll shave my pussy. I have a hard time getting to some of the awkward places... and I'll touch up yours if you want."

Laura smiled and answered, "You can touch mine all you want, little sister."

"Not 'til you've shaved mine! I mean it - not like last time when you made me eat you 'til there wasn't any hot water left."

Laura slipped off her robe, hung it on the back of the door and reached to the knobs to turn on the water. She made sure Lisa got an eyeful of all her curves and intimate places. As Lisa removed her robe to hang it up, Laura tilted her hips forward and spread open her pussy lips. "I've already cum twice this morning, sis. You sure you don't want to get in a few licks before we get into the shower?"

Lisa loved the taste of her sister's pussy, especially after she'd had an orgasm. She looked into her sister's eyes and said, "You know I can't refuse that offer, but I mean it - just long enough for me to get a good taste and then you're shaving me." Lisa removed her soaked thong, tossed it to the floor and then knelt at Laura's feet. Using both hands, she spread her sister's pussy open wide and quickly buried her tongue inside. After darting her tongue in and out several times, she flicked it over Laura's clit before sucking the little nub into her mouth.

"Dammit, Lisa! If you had a cock I swear I'd never have sex with anybody else! Oh, fuck - you know what to do with that mouth of yours!"

Lisa sucked hard on Laura's clit while she pulled her head back until it popped out of her mouth. She pushed two fingers up into Laura's dripping pussy and told her, "No more 'til you shave me." She withdrew her fingers, licked them clean and then stood up and stepped into the shower. "Come on in, sis. The water's just right."

Somewhat frustrated because of the very brief play, Laura got into the shower with her sister and slapped her hand sharply across Lisa's butt. "Tease! Get me hot and then quit. That's just mean!"

Lisa laughed and reminded her that after she got her pussy shaved, they could continue if there was time. "Do a good job or no more licking for you!"

Laura grabbed the razor off the shelf in the corner, knelt in front of her sister and started to work. She actually enjoyed doing this because it gave her more time to touch and pull on her sister's lips. Unlike her own very small, very plain lips, Lisa's folds resembled the delicate petals of a rose. She may have been blessed with a bigger bust, but she was jealous of Lisa's prettier pussy. It was for this reason that she spent extra time and extra care making sure she removed every hair from just above her mound, all the way down and around her ass hole. When she was finished, she gave Lisa's clit a delicate kiss and then stood up and kissed Lisa on the mouth. With the steady shower of warm water cascading over their naked bodies, they hugged each other tightly and kissed passionately.

From the hallway they heard their stepbrother's voice. "Hey! Let's go, will ya? I need a shower, too!" Jack called out.

Lisa and Laura smiled at each other briefly before Laura said, "We'd better hurry up. You wash me and I'll wash you, and then I have to get ready for work. Dammit, I wish we had more time!"

Lisa agreed as she lathered up her sister's body. "If you didn't go out every night, there would be plenty of time."

"Yeah, well, there's that cock thing. You really ought to get a good boyfriend or two and try it for yourself."

"Yeah, well, I've had a cock or two. Maybe the guy I'm seeing now will know what to do with his."

After they'd washed each other's bodies, they rinsed quickly and got out. Quickly toweling themselves dry, Laura opened the door slightly and peeked down the hall. "Okay, I'll go first. You wait a bit and then come out. Maybe nobody will know."

Lisa waited while Laura hurried quietly to her room. After she saw Laura's bedroom door close, she stepped out of the bathroom and headed to her own bedroom. A couple of minutes after she'd entered her room, she heard a knock on her door. "Yes?" she asked.

"Hey, sis! I think you left something in the bathroom!" The door opened and Jack tossed her thong into the room. He opened the door a little more, peered around it and said, "Since it wasn't wet all over, I guess that means you've been playing with yourself again. I keep offering, you know." He laughed and left quickly.

Lisa had thought about taking him up on those offers many times. She'd caught glimpses of his cock and wondered how it'd feel inside her, but had never gotten up enough nerve to let him fuck her. Still, the thought of a cock that was practically always available was tempting. If nothing else, she could practice for the future. 

Lisa picked her thong off the floor, held it up just above her head and took a whiff of the crotch. She liked the scent of herself. It made her pussy wet and she enjoyed playing with it when it was wet. She checked the clock beside her bed and decided she had enough time to take advantage of her wetness. She opened the bottom drawer of the bedside table and pulled out one of her favorite dildos. It was made to look like a real cock with balls and it also had a suction cup on the bottom. If she's been alone in the apartment she would've stuck it to the bed frame and fucked herself doggy-style, but knew she'd be heard with her family there. Instead, she plopped back on the bed, spread her legs open wide and pushed it into her pussy. Closing her eyes, she fantasized about being fucked by James Deen, her favorite porn star. She fucked herself hard and deep while rubbing her clit furiously. It didn't take her long to reach her orgasm because, as she imagined, James had been rough with her. She kept the dildo inside her even after she'd cum, rubbing her clit and shifting the dildo in different directions, applying pressure to various places including her G-spot. She liked teasing herself like that. She often did it to the point of almost cumming before pausing and then starting again, repeating it until she couldn't stand it any longer. Some of her best orgasms occurred when she did that. The thought of being double penetrated flashed through her mind. She dipped her middle finger in next to the dildo and then moved it down to her ass hole. As her fingertip touched the rim she immediately felt a new charge run through her body. She pushed the tip inside, thinking about the day when she'd actually be fucked by two men at the same time. She felt her already hard nipples become even more taut as if they were urging her to go in deeper.

Just as her second knuckle touched the outer rim she heard her mother's voice call out, "Lisa! If you want any breakfast you'd better get out here now!"

"Dammit!" she muttered to herself. She didn't want to miss out on breakfast again, so she withdrew her finger and the dildo, licked both clean and hid the toy cock in the drawer. When she got up off the bed she discovered an obvious wet spot where she'd cum. "Dammit! I hope Mom doesn't plan to straighten up in here before she leaves for work. I'd better make the bed so she won't have to," she said to herself. She quickly smoothed the sheets, fluffed the pillows and pulled up the bedspread. When she was done with the bed, she turned and admired her still naked body in the mirror. Talking to herself again she said, "Dammit! I've got to find somebody who wants to fuck this fine body!" She then quickly slipped into a pair of dark blue lounge shorts and pulled on an oversized T-shirt, and headed to the kitchen for breakfast.

When she arrived at the kitchen table, everyone else in the family was already seated and finishing their meal. Laura pushed her plate towards Lisa and offered her some eggs. "Take it, sis, you earned it." Jack grinned and winked as if he knew exactly what was meant.

Her stepdad wiped his mouth and got up from the table. As he walked briskly towards the door he reached up under the bottom of his wife's short kimono style robe and grabbed her ass, kissed her on the cheek and said, "Sorry, I gotta go. I have an off-site meeting today so I may be late getting home. You guys be good!" And out the door he went.

Mom stood at the door and blushed. She liked the way her husband showed his affection but wished he'd do it in private. All too often he groped her in front of others, and not just the family. As she started walking back towards the table she paused for a moment. She felt cum oozing out of her pussy and trailing down her thighs. She glanced down at her short robe to make sure it concealed what was happening and was shocked to see that it didn't. She turned around and walked back towards the door, reaching in between her thighs to wipe the cum back up her thigh and also into her fingers so she could lick them. Her husband always shot a huge load and this morning's was no exception.

Almost in unison, Jack, Lisa and Laura called out, "Mom" Are you okay?"

As she licked her fingers she told them she was. Laura looked at Lisa, grinned and said softly, "I'll bet she had to clean off some cum again."

Lisa looked at her sister and replied, "Lucky!"

Jack leaned across the table towards Lisa and said, "I keep offering, ya know!"

Laura glared at him and said, "You'd probably cum before you got it in her."

Jack answered, "Wanna make a bet?"

By then their mom had returned to clear the table. Looking at their faces and knowing something had been going on, she said, "Laura, Jack... you two need to get moving. Even part-timers need to be at work on time. Lisa, I'll be gone shortly after they leave, so you'll be on your own a while. Behave yourself!"

In just a little while, Laura and Jack left the apartment to go to their jobs and their mom left shortly thereafter. Lisa had another hour or so before she had to get ready for her job and decided to get the laptop to see if she'd received any responses to her personals ad. Just the thought of getting a few replies was getting her excited. She sat down on her bed with the laptop placed between her legs and got onto the Internet. She typed in the URL of the site and then logged in. To her surprise and delight, the number "47" appeared beside the word "Messages." With great anticipation, she clicked there and opened her Inbox. "Wow!" she thought. "47 replies in about an hour! Not bad."

She clicked to open the first one and started reading. "Loser," she thought as she deleted it. She clicked to open the next one and read what it had to say. "Don't these people read? I said older men. Dammit!" She deleted that one, and the next, and the next several messages. Upon opening the next message, she paused to read a rather lengthy message from a much older man. "Finally!" she thought. "Somebody who understands what I meant." She continued reading, feeling her nipples harden and her pussy getting damp. "I think this one's a keeper!" She closed it and opened the next one, then closed that and went back to the previous message. She read it again and got even wetter. "This guy knows what he wants and it happens to be what I want, too. I'd better reply right now." She typed her response and sent it back. Before opening any more of the messages, she slipped off the T-shirt and played with her nipples, squeezing and tugging them and imagining the older man was doing that to her. Just as she was about to slip off her shorts she noticed there was another new message. She refreshed her Inbox and there was the reply from the older man. She quickly opened it and started reading. She sighed as she read. "I've got to find out where this guy lives. I hope it's nearby." She typed her question and sent it to him, then slipped out of her shorts and toyed with her clit as she waited for the response. In a minute, she received his response, opened it and read it. "Dammit! He's too far away! I guess that's it for him. Guess I'll tell him I want somebody close to me." She typed the bad news and sent it. She continued playing with her pussy and her nipples, wishing he'd been a lot closer to her. About the time she decided she'd better log off and get ready for her job, she noticed there was a new message from him. She opened it and read. "Hmmm... an offer to direct me via PMs to do slutty things. That could work." She typed out her new response, asking what he had in mind, sent it and then logged out of the site. After clearing all her tracks she turned off the laptop and carried it back to the den, forgetting for the moment that she was nude. When she walked past the glass door to the balcony, she suddenly realized it and jumped to the side. She looked out the glass door to see if it was possible to see into the other apartments and was relieved that she couldn't. 

She went back to her room to get dressed, still thinking about the things she read in the PMs from the older man, imagining what he might have in mind for her. "I wonder what he meant by anal training... how is he going to direct me to do slutty things?" Many thoughts ran through her head as she dressed for her job.

That evening when she returned home from work, she asked if she could use the computer for a while. Nobody else wanted it so she got it and carried it to her room. Even before she'd taken off her work clothes, she got online and logged into the web site. She went directly to her Inbox, found his message, opened it and read what he had to say. Talking quietly to herself, she said, "He wants me to start stretching my ass for him... oh, gawd - he wants to use all of my holes... Oh, I could be a total slut for this guy." She read on a little further. "He wants me to sit at the window and masturbate in the nude with the lights on? I don't know about that!" She typed out a quick response and sent it back to him. Within a few minutes his reply appeared in her Inbox. She opened it right away and started reading it. "Well, I could do that... a thin tank top and my panties... a table lamp, uh-huh, and the sheers pulled... I can do that." Lisa wrote back telling him she'd try that before she went to bed that night. Aroused as she was, she went through the remaining messages she received, deleting most without responding. The few she thought were possibilities were still fairly far away, but she didn't want to pass up any opportunities, so she kept them. 

Before she logged out of the site she decided to look at the group sex thread. She quickly became engrossed in the photos, especially the ones of several men fucking one woman all at the same time. She was shocked when she saw photos of two cocks in one pussy, two cocks in one ass, two cocks in one ass with one cock in the girl's pussy and another one in her mouth! She may have been shocked, but she was getting more and more turned-on. "Look at all those huge cocks! And cum everywhere. Maybe someday," she thought. 




Showtime!



Just as she was about to logout, she noticed she had a new message. She went back to her Inbox and saw it was from the man who wanted her to put on a show at her window. She clicked to open the PM and read, "Don't disappoint your audience - pretend you're a high paid porn star. Be sure you cum at least once. And send me a detailed report on what you did and how you felt." Lisa liked that she was told what to do even if it was by an unknown person. She thought about her assignment for a moment and then logged out. As she was getting up from the bed she felt the tell-tale wetness between her thighs, slipped her hand down her pants, into her thong and pressed her fingers between her pussy lips. "I can't believe how horny this gets me," she thought. "I don't think I'll have to worry about cumming just once when I put on my show tonight."

From the kitchen she heard her mom call out. "Lisa? Time for dinner!"

"Be there in a minute, Mom!" She pulled her hand out of her pants and licked the wetness from her fingers. "Yummy! I taste so good!" She giggled softly and then looked to see if she'd soaked through. She was relieved that she was okay and wouldn't have to change quickly. She carried the laptop with her and set it down on the sofa as she walked to the kitchen table.

Jack and Laura were already seated when she got there. Her mom was still putting the food on the table when she told them, "Your father won't be home until later so we'll eat without him. So, Laura, will you be going out again tonight?"

"Yes, Mom," she replied. "Dick is taking me to a club."

Jack laughed out loud. "Dick? Dick is taking you?" He laughed some more. "Dick with all the hair? You get more Dick than -"

His stepmother interrupted, "Hush, Jack! Don't talk like that about your stepsister!"

"It's just that he's jealous, Mom," Laura said.

Her mom snapped back, "You, too, Laura. Just because Jack doesn't get out as often as you do doesn't mean anything. Now, let's just eat in peace."

The room remained silent for the remainder of the meal, although Jack and Laura gave each other stern stares. When everyone was finished, Lisa helped her mom clear the table. She thought that might prevent her mom from snooping on her later. Getting caught masturbating was one thing, but doing it with the lights on in front of the window would surely be frowned upon.

After the kitchen was cleaned, Laura changed for her night out and left to meet her date. Jack and Lisa agreed to watch the same program on the television and their mom said she wanted to read a book she'd just bought. Jack asked what book she'd bought and commented that any book about so many shades of gray sounded dull. Lisa knew differently and just smiled at her mom as she headed for her bedroom.

Jack hurried to get the best seat for watching the TV and grabbed the remote controller. Lisa changed into her shorts and T-shirt to tease him a little and sat right next to him on the sofa. She even brushed her thigh against his. She attempted to steal the remote from him and "accidentally" dropped it on the floor. She got up and bent over directly in front of him so her toned, round ass was between him and the remote. She knew he'd get a good view of her asscheeks. "Damn, Lisa!" 

Lisa looked behind her and asked, "You like what you see, Jack?" She picked up the remote and placed it into his lap, making sure her hand brushed over the bulge in his crotch.

Her stepbrother blushed as the bulge grew bigger, but remained silent.

"What's the matter, kitty got your tongue? Or maybe you wish my kitty had your tongue!" Lisa giggled and then sat down again. "You're always offering. Let's she what you've got, big boy."

Jack was obviously uncomfortable as he stammered, "Um, uh, what, what if Dad comes home and c-c-catches us?" 

"Well," she replied, "that probably wouldn't be a good thing. I guess we need to make plans for another time."

Jack was very obviously aroused and got up to go to his room, presumably to jack off. Lisa couldn't believe what she'd just done and said, but was a little relieved that she had. She'd opened the door to future possibilities and had gotten rid of the one person who might interrupt her later. 

She glanced out the glass door and saw that the sky was turning dark. "Time for me to prepare for my show," she said to herself. She turned off the TV and went to her room. Once inside her bedroom, she quietly turned the latch to lock the door, just in case. She looked to her window and saw that the sheers weren't pulled together, so she turned off the overhead light, went to the window and arranged the sheers and curtains properly. She pulled her desk chair over to the window and then turned on the lamp on her desk. Without a care for any privacy, she went to her closet, pulled off her T-shirt and pulled on a tight fitting, white tank top. Next she slipped off her shorts and adjusted her thong while examining herself in the mirror on the door. Lisa's nipples were long to begin with, so they already stood out through the top, but she wanted to make sure they'd be noticeable. She squeezed them and gave them a firm pull, and then rolled them between her fingertips. She looked at her reflection in the mirror again, satisfied with their appearance. Between the nipple play and the thought of what she was about to do, she'd already gotten very wet. She was ready, she thought.

She took a deep breath and sat in the chair at the window. Although she couldn't make out anything outside her window in any detail, she was confident that anybody who looked at her window would know what she was doing. She closed her eyes, parted her thighs and started rubbing her hand on the outside of her thong over her pussy. That always felt good to her, but the thought that someone might be watching her made it more exciting. She continued rubbing over her pussy with one hand and moved the other up over her top to play with her breasts... squeezing the fullness and then the nipples... one and then the other. When she read the instructions in the messages, she'd thought she might have a difficult time doing anything more than just rubbing through her clothes, but now it seemed inevitable that she'd at least reach under them to touch herself. She became more and more aroused and within a few minutes she slid her hand underneath the waistband of her thong. When her fingertips found her pussy she was amazed at how wet she was. She wasn't quite ready to pull off her thong, but she wanted more to happen. She pulled her hand out and then with both hands, pulled the waistband up firmly. The material pulled up in between her lips and fully exposed them. She wanted to stimulate her clit but she couldn't quite get that to happen, so she slipped one hand back inside and pressed against the nub. Her buttcheeks clenched involuntarily as she rubbed her clit from side to side. Lisa knew she was about to orgasm so she stopped abruptly, releasing her grip on the thong and taking her hand away from her clit. 

She had no way of knowing how many people, if any, were watching her. The curiosity finally got to her so she stood up, pushed open the sheers enough to see the apartment balconies across from her building, and started checking each one. To her amazement and satisfaction, there were several people on balconies on different levels quietly looking toward her. On some balconies there were single men. On others there were men and women. And on the balcony directly across from her window there was a group of three men. She waved her hand slowly and watched as several of them, including the three men directly across from her, waved back. 

She then took her seat again. This time she raised her feet and rested them on the corners of the window sill. Before going to work on her clit again she spent a few minutes toying with her breasts with both hands. Her thong had gotten soaked from the previous playing and now was completely saturated with her juices. If she'd been in bed she would've pulled out a dildo to fuck herself, but she wasn't able to bring herself to do that in front of the window. Instead, she moved one hand back under her thong and pushed two fingers inside her pussy. Next she moved her other hand down to her clit and circled it as she started to finger fuck herself. 

Before, it was the thought that someone might be watching. Now, she knew that people were watching her. She felt naughty, even slutty. It felt incredible to be doing this. In almost no time, she felt her impending orgasm. This time she didn't stop. Instead, she kept stroking her fingers in and out as she pressed harder against her clit. In seconds her hips jerked forward and her legs flopped apart. She felt a sudden rush of fluid soaking her hand and her thong as her orgasm hit hard. She'd never cum that hard and she'd never squirted. She loved the sensation! She wanted to continue but heard the front door closing as her stepfather entered the apartment. She quickly got up from the chair, waved into the darkness and then turned off the lamp and got into her bed. Still panting, she lay in her bed and thought about what she'd just done. She thought about how she planned to do it again the next night and the next many nights of the summer. She thought about the stranger who'd told her to do this and how she had to thank him. She thought how sad it was that he lived so far away because she wanted to do slutty things for him while he watched.

She glanced at her clock and realized how late it had gotten. Although not really sleepy, she knew she needed to get to sleep soon. Typically she'd sleep in a cami and her thong, but she felt bold tonight. Instead of changing into a dry thong, she pulled off the soaked ones she was wearing and hung them on the chair to dry. She pulled the tank top up over her head and placed it in the closet, and then walked back to the window completely nude. Her room was dark so nobody could see her, though. She carefully opened the sheers and peered out. All but one of the balconies were now empty, and on the one that was still occupied, she saw what she imagined was a man fucking a woman from behind. She wished it was her getting fucked like that. She tip-toed over to her bedside table and opened her toy drawer. She pulled out one of her favorite dildos and went back to the window. The couple was still there and they still appeared to be fucking. She couldn't tell for sure because they were poorly lit and they were wearing clothes, but it looked like the woman's dress was raised in back. She pushed the dildo into her pussy and started fucking herself. Lisa wanted to be watched, but then again, she wasn't ready to show that much for her neighbors, even if she didn't know them. After another, much less intense orgasm, she went back to her bed, licked her dildo clean and put it back into the drawer. She lay on her bed completely naked and reviewed all that she'd seen and experienced that day, and then fell asleep.

When the morning arrived, she heard her mom calling to her sister. "Laura? Laura! Your turn to get the first shower!" Lisa lay in bed thinking about the events of the previous night. She was proud of herself. She'd tempted her stepbrother and put on one heck of a show for her neighbors in the building across from hers. She'd squirted for the first time. She'd even fucked herself in front of the window, although she felt like she'd cheated since the room was dark. She had to correct that sometime soon, although she wasn't sure how soon. She knew she ought to get a shower, but since she didn't have to go in to her job today, she decided not to. After all, she was now a dirty girl and wanted to revel in it. She got out of bed and stood before the mirror on the door, admiring her nakedness... squeezing her breasts... pinching and pulling her nipples... pulling her pussy lips down and to the side... exposing her clit and rubbing it lightly with her fingernail. Shivers coursed through her body. She wanted to play more, but knew she should get to the kitchen and have some breakfast to avoid any suspicions of what she might be doing. She remembered placing her wet thong on the back of the chair and knew that had to be removed. After she tossed it into the hamper, she looked through the closet for something comfortable to put on. She decided just to put on the dark blue shorts from the previous evening and found a knit top with a built-in shelf bra. After all the squeezing and pinching moments before plus last night, her breasts were tender and she didn't feel like putting on a bra. Once she was dressed, she headed to the kitchen.

As usual, Lisa was the last to the table for breakfast. She didn't care. Today was a day off from her job and she'd be alone for most of the time. She looked forward to being able to write her report on her night's activities and browsing through the erotica site's forums.

Everybody else finished breakfast before she did. She told her mom she'd clear the table and wash all the dishes for her, knowing it wouldn't hurt to earn some good will points. Her mom thanked her and then got up from the table to finish getting ready for her job. Laura and Jack also hurried away. Only her stepfather remained at the table. That worried her a little because he was usually the first to get up and go.

"So, Dad," she said, "How come you're not in your usual rush today?"

He looked over the top of the newspaper he was reading and replied, "I have another off-site meeting today, but it doesn't start for a while. I thought I'd take my time this morning since I may be late getting home again tonight."

"You're going to be late again?" asked Lisa.

"I'm afraid I might. Why? Do you need me to do something for you?"

Lisa allowed herself to think about having sex with her stepdad, but she dare not say it. "No, Dad. Just wish you didn't have to put in such long hours. That's all."

"Thanks, sweetie, but I want to do everything I can for my family, and right now that means working a little extra to make sure sure we keep a roof over our heads, food on the table, clothes on our backs, and for another few years, put you, Laura and Jack through college."

Lisa stood up and wrapped her arms around him, and gave him an innocent kiss on the cheek while pressing her breasts tight against him. She half-hoped he'd squeeze her butt or something else inappropriate. "Thanks, Dad - you're the best!"

Her stepdad hugged her back and then said, "Oh! Would you look at the time? I need to get moving!" He excused himself from the table and hurried back to his bedroom.

As Lisa cleared the table she thought she heard her mom moaning. She paused and listened more closely to the sounds coming from her parents' bedroom. She could hear what she thought were the sounds of her parents fucking. She walked very quietly down the hall to listen through the door. When she was almost there, Laura came out of her bedroom. Lisa held her index finger to her lips, gesturing for Laura to be silent. "I think they're doing it," she whispered.

Laura pressed her ear to the door and listened. "Yeah, mom's getting it good," Laura whispered back. "It sounds like he's getting reading to shoot his load. Oh, yeah! He's cumming in her now! We'd better get out of here."

The two sisters hurried back to the kitchen so as not to get caught snooping. Looking at her sister, Laura asked, "Did that make you wet? It did me. And I have to go to work now. At least you can play when everybody leaves."

Moments later, Jack left the apartment and Laura followed him. Lisa started washing the dishes just before her mom and stepdad came out of their bedroom. As he got near the front door to leave, he turned around to face his wife, squeezed her breasts over her dress and said, "Lily, I'll probably be a little late again tonight, but when I get back I want to pickup where we left off a few minutes ago."

"Oh, John! You're such a horndog!" she replied.

Lisa cleared her throat loudly to let them know she could hear them. Her parents kissed and then said their good-byes to her as they went out.

Lisa quickly finished the dishes and then grabbed the laptop to get online. She took it into her bedroom, sat on the bed with her legs spread apart and sat it down between them. Once she got online she immediately went to the erotica site to check for messages. There were several new ones, but none from the man who told her to put on the show at the window. After reading through the new messages and sending a few brief replies, she started on her detailed report of what she'd done last night. As soon as she started composing the message, she felt her nipples harden and her pussy got damp. She thought back over everything from start to finish, including watching the couple fucking on the balcony. The more she typed the hornier she got. Before sending it, she asked if there was anything she was supposed to do tonight. 

After her report was sent, she browsed through the group sex thread she'd found. There were many photos of multiple men fucking one girl and two girls sucking one man. There were photos of girls licking each other and using toys with each other. "How wonderful," she thought, as she rubbed her clit.

Finally, a new message appeared in her Inbox. She switched from the photos to her Inbox and saw it was what she'd been waiting for. She opened it and read intently. "Oh, he's bad! Use a dildo during my show tonight? I don't think so," she said to herself. "What!?! Leave notes under the doors of the people in the other building telling them when to look? Well, I suppose I could do that. I'll just have to figure out which apartments they are. Not a problem."

She typed her response and said she'd do everything but use the dildo. She also said she'd have to logout so she could make the announcement notes and place them under the doors while everyone was gone.

Since her pussy was dripping, Lisa decided to masturbate to orgasm before she started making her notes. It didn't take long at all. Once she'd rested, she set about making her sex show announcement cards. In addition to sliding the cards under doors, she decided she'd leave a few under the windshield wipers of cars she knew belonged to certain people. After making a few dozen of the cards, she put them into a bag, put on a fresh thong and got dressed, and started on her way. Just thinking about what she was about to do made her wet. Thinking about all the people who'd be watching her got her even hornier. She felt her wetness between her thighs, and that got her more aroused. By the time she'd distributed all the cards, she was so horny that she went into the public restroom in the lobby of her building, peeled off her shorts and thong, and finger fucked herself to a very loud, intense orgasm. As she was cumming, she heard the toilet flush in the stall next to her, but she didn't really care. She waited for the person to leave and then redressed and went up to her apartment.

Lisa spent the rest of the day watching old movies on TV. Her reasoning was that she wanted to save up her horniness for the show later that evening. As her family returned from their jobs, she greeted each one and returned to watching the TV. When dinner time was approaching, the phone rang. Her mom answered it. "Yes, okay. Okay, John. Thanks for letting me know." Lisa surmised that her stepdad would miss having dinner with them again.

Probably from putting in a lot of hard work at their jobs, nobody was talkative at the dinner table. Laura mentioned that she'd canceled her date with Dick and Jack said he'd probably try to get to bed early. Lisa told everyone that even though she hadn't done much all day, she, too, wanted to get to bed early. So, after everyone finished their meals, Lisa helped her mom clear the table and clean the kitchen. "Thanks, Lisa," her mom told her. "I think I'll go to my bedroom and read some more of that book before your stepdad gets home. Hope you rest well."




Showtime!



Lisa went to her room and waited for the announced show to begin. She arranged the sheers the way she wanted them and closed the curtains and setup the chair in front of the window. Every few minutes she looked at the clock and thought about what she was about to do. She went to the toy drawer and got out a dildo... and then put it back. She went to her closet and tried to decide what to wear. She tried to convince herself that she could do it in the nude, but talked herself out of it. As the time drew near, she put on a thin, white, rib-knit tank top and her skimpiest white thong. She turned on the lamp on her desk, turned off the overhead light, and then proceeded to open the curtains and sit in her chair. She pulled back one of the sheers a little bit and peeked outside. "Damn! I think it's a full house!" she thought. She closed the sheer and then started feeling her breasts with both hands. After toying with them and her nipples for several minutes, she moved one hand down over her pussy and started rubbing it through the material. She was amazed by how wet she already was. She continued rubbing lightly, not wanting to cum too soon. She paused for a moment and then pulled at the waistband of her thong, watching as the crotch slid in between her pussy lips and enjoying the pressure. She slipped a hand under the fabric and pushed her middle finger inside her pussy, and then withdrew it and put it into her mouth. She pretended she was sucking a cock and concentrated on giving everyone a hot show.

She got so wrapped up in what she was doing that she didn't hear her stepdad come home. She didn't notice anything at all until she heard a knock on her door. 

"Lisa? Lisa! Open the door," she heard her mother shout. 

Lisa was startled, to say the very least. She quickly closed the curtain, grabbed her robe and went to the door. "What is it, Mom?"

"Come with me, young lady!" Her mother grasped Lisa's hand and pulled her out of her room, robe in hand. She pulled Lisa down the hall to her bedroom and opened the bedroom door. "Get in there, Lisa!"

When Lisa entered her parents' room, she wasn't sure what was going to happen to her but she knew something out of the ordinary was about to occur. Lisa stood in the well-lit room at the end of their bed in her tank top and soaked thong, still holding her robe. "What's the matter, Mom?" she asked.

Just then her stepdad, wearing a long bathrobe, stepped out of their bathroom and into the bedroom. "I'll tell you what's the matter, Lisa! I get home from work and find a piece of paper in the parking lot that says there's going to be a hot girl masturbating tonight at 8:30, and to see the show, look at the seventh window from the left on the third floor. I start thinking to myself, hey! I'm on the third floor on that same end! So I go outside and look up, count over to the seventh window from the left and what do I see? You! I see you squeezing your tits for all the world to see!"

Lisa stood there trembling, unsure of what was going to happen to her. She remained silent.

Her stepdad continued. "So, I'm standing there watching you and thinking to myself, why didn't I get an announcement? Don't I deserve one? Don't I work hard to take care of you?"

Lisa didn't know what to make of what she'd just heard. She waited in silence.

"So," he continued, "I start thinking maybe you're doing this because you haven't been getting any sex and I'm wondering if that's my fault. And just to make sure it's not, from this point forward I'm going to make sure you get some! Lily, pull off her top and panties!"

Lisa instinctively raised her arms as her mom pulled the top from the bottom upwards. She felt her nipples straining to be touched as a trickle of her pussy juice flowed down her thigh. 

As her mom started pulling the thong down towards the floor, her stepdad gave her a little push and said, "Go on! I know you want to eat her. You've told me a dozen times since she got home from college how badly you wanted to eat her pussy. Well, do it! Bend over and start licking!"

Doing as she was told, Lisa's mom bent forward, held onto Lisa's hips and started licking the wetness. Lisa watched in disbelief as her mom's tongue probed her pussy. Between the amazement of what she was seeing and the sensations she was feeling, she didn't see her stepdad remove his robe. It wasn't until she felt her mom's face pressing into her that she realized her stepdad was fucking her mom.

"That's it, you horny slut! Eat her out! Dammit, this is hot! I'm liking this a lot!" he said boldly. 

He continued thrusting in and out of his wife's pussy as she continued licking and fingering her daughter. After many minutes of slurping sounds and moans from both of the women had passed, he practically announced to the world that he was going to cum, and then he emptied his creamy white load inside his wife. "Alright, Lily. Turn around and suck the last bit out of my cock. Lisa, be a good girl and clean out your mother's cunt. Suck it all out, and just to make sure you get it all, use your fingers to wipe her out. Don't waste any of it. Lick your fingers and swallow it all!"

Shortly after her mom had sucked and licked him clean, he stepped to the side of the window and pulled open the curtains. "Alright everybody! It's showtime!"



Showtime



He started early. He'd requested that she have a full bladder before hand, and as she answered the door in her robe she confirmed that this was the case. 

As they moved up towards the bedroom she shed her robe on the stair, her naked back and swinging hips framed by the black suspender belt, stockings and heels drew him irresistibly onwards and upwards. His cock was already straining against his trousers. 

She'd given the impression of being a bit bored as he'd arrived this time. Oh well, what he had arranged would change all that.

She spun around at the foot of the bed, smiling, one foot in front of the other, her pussy partially hidden, only the trimmed strip on show. He smiled back and sat himself in the high backed leather upholstered chair opposite. Still wordlessly she settled back on the bed, arranged the pillows behind her as support and held his gaze. Slowly she parted her legs and after delicately wetting her index and middle finger she started to slowly work on her cunt lips. Soon, apparently almost despite herself, she was clearly getting wet. The fingers worked onto her clit and then inside, quickly speeding up, dragging her juices from inside and spreading them over her lips and clit. She knew what he liked, and in truth she enjoyed it too. Her eyes closed and she bit her lip,her back started to arch her breathing getting louder and more ragged, catching in her throat every now and then as her climax got bigger and closer. As usual she indicated when she was close to coming, and as usual he stopped her just short. Over the next ten minutes she repeated this twice the second time surprising herself how close she actually did get. By now her full bladder was getting uncomfortable and she told him. This seemed to please him and he indicated that they were going outside. She put on her short jacket, barely enough to cover her arse cheeks and they made their way to the front door. Her cunt was throbbing from the frustration and strangely excited from the full bladder at the same time. 

Once in the car he made her open the jacket and spread her legs. Strapped into the seat, the seatbelt cold between her breasts and pressing across her lower stomach, she continued to work on her clit as best she could, keeping herself close to coming, excited in turn by the close proximity of people passing by and the growing ache in her bladder. She was thoroughly aroused by now, her fingers slick and silky, making little wet noises as they moved. She slowed down, keeping just below the brink of orgasm.

Soon the car swung into the University car park and pulled up under a tree near a side entrance. She zipped her jacket up again, clearly they were getting out. He jumped out quickly and moved round to open her door. She got out with a little difficulty, the urge in her bladder now really strong. They walked to the swing doors and moved into the building. There was a long corridor, dark and lit from the far end. the shiny hard floor echoed at the impact of her heels. A couple of female students came the other way giving her the once over noticing her short jacket and stocking tops, giggling a little as they passed.

Eventually he led her to a double door and opened it ushering her inside. they moved into a small waiting room with walls on three sides and a curtain across the fourth. As they stood, a female voice came from behind the curtain. "Come through," it commanded. He lifted the curtain to let her through.

On the other side of the curtain was a larger brightly lit room with an examination table in the centre. At one end of the table were leg supports. "Onto the table please, legs in the supports." The voice came from a little annex room. She hesitated for a moment then got up on the table, swivelling on her bum and slotting her legs into the supports. Her knees were raised and spread. the table was raised under her back and shoulders affording her a good view of the top of her own mound.

"masturbate again please, I need you as close as possible to orgasm." She hesitated again but soon did as she was told, at least it took her mind off her bladder. Soon again she had her eyes closed and got back to that familiar place, in fact she was almost over the edge when the voice came back, just by her head " O.K. stop now please."

She jerked her eyes open in surprise to see the female figure next to her. The voice belonged to an attractive woman. Dark hair tied up neatly, glasses and a clip board. She was wearing a white coat open at the front and clearly showing a sheer white lace bra and high, sheer white lace panties. below these were the straight lines of the tops of white holdups, heels clicked on the floor when she moved. The woman put down the clipboard and picked up a speculum, quickly lubricating the end. "Relax please" was all she said as she moved between the leg supports. She indicated the girl's cunt "Pull your lips open please." Fascinated and a little horrified she obeyed. The woman inserted the nose of the speculum and slid it fully home. It was cold and made her gasp. The woman started to click it open from side to side. soon she was opened further than she had ever been , the cold air and exposure surprisingly arousing. "Masturbate again please." Without hesitation she worked on her clit but she was already nearly there her cunt walls pulsing, juices sliding out from the open base of her tightly spread pussy. She had to stop quickly to avoid going too far.

The Woman pulled up a low stool and sat between her legs, face level with her dribbling cunt she took out a tube of lubricant and put a little on one finger. she reached forward and rubbed the lubricant onto the girl's urethra as it hung down between the open arms of the speculum. The girl gasped at the cold touch and the pressure in her bladder forced a few drops out. She moaned a little at the effort of stopping the stream. The woman opened a drawer in the table and brought out a long sealed packet. She tore open the end and withdrew a long thin flexible orange tube. She quickly lubricated one end and moved it up to the girl's waiting urethra. The girl's eyes widened and she gasped a little as she saw what was happening. The tube slid easily in for the first inch or so, then the woman stopped and checked that the cap was firmly on the other end before she slowly slid it in the remaining couple of inches. The girl winced and twitched a little as it finally entered her bladder. The woman stood up, leaning forward studying the wide open cunt and filled urethra, as she did so her coat opened further affording the girl an arousing view of her breasts through the sheer bra nipples dark and hard, and the shadow at her crotch. 

"Try to pee," the girl tried but now as hard as she pushed only a tiny drip formed around the catheter where it disappeared inside her. 

"Masturbate," she started, but had to stop almost immediately for fear of climaxing. The woman spent a moment making a few notes on the clip board, then slid a deep metal tray out from under the table. She placed it under the end of the catheter and undid the cap. Immediately the girl's bladder started draining in a noisy strong stream, rattling into the metal tray. The relief was immense, almost an orgasm on it's own. eventually the woman spoke.

"Try to stop it," again try as she might the girl had no control. The stream seemed to go on for a very long time draining her completely, finally it slowed to a final few drops. 

"Masturbate." 

The relief of emptying her bladder had slackened the immediacy and it took her a little longer to get back to that place, eyes closed working her clit, fingers meeting the unfamiliar hard outline of the speculum, and feeling the drag and swing of the end of the catheter as it hung down from her urethra, the tip of it bouncing off the speculum and even swinging into her gaping cunt at times. As she did so she was vaguely aware of the Woman's heels moving away and then returning. Soon she was pulsing and contracting, gasping and ready

"O.K. stop." She dragged her hand away with some difficulty, it was very hard to stop this time.

She opened her eyes to find the Woman holding a very large and clearly very full syringe 

"200 mils of warm saline solution," she said in answer to the girl's unspoken question. She sat on the stool, fitted the syringe into the end of the catheter and started to slowly depress the plunger. The sensation was unlike anything the girl had felt before, the solution was warm but still slightly cooler than her own body, she could feel it starting to swirl up the tube and into her, gradually but unstoppably filling her back up, the familiar but now subtly different sensation coming from her bladder. 

"You expelled 300mils, I will put that back...plus a little," the woman said as the first syringe emptied. She closed the catheter cap then reached for a second syringe. Deftly that was fitted to the catheter without spilling a drop and the relentless filling began again. it seemed to continue for a very long time, her bladder ached as before but now somehow because the muscles were not fighting to hold it all in, they seemed to relax and allow her to fill and fill. 

" Good girl, that was a full 400mils," the Woman said, clearly impressed as she put the syringe bodies away.

The Woman made some more notes on her clip board, the sat back down on the stool and pulled up close. The Girl could feel her breath on her inner thighs, and as she got closer even moving into her stretched and dripping cunt. It was immensely arousing, her cunt walls were pulsing and aching for release, her clit tingling on the edge even as her bladder sent other full sensations to her brain. The Woman reached forward and closed up the speculum quickly removing it, leaving the cunt gaping and slick, angry pink and slowly starting to close up. She reached up to the catheter and gently gripped it.

"Masturbate".

The Girl reached down and touched her own clit, immediately right back on the edge and almost out of control 

" Oh God....I'm...I'm going to cum....I can't hold it." The Woman started to withdraw the catheter slowly. " Cum..Cum now. "

" Ohhhh.....Oh Goooooddd...." 

The Girl started to climax, frantically working her clit just as the catheter left her, putting the full force of the overfull bladder back onto her urethra muscles. She bent forward with the sheer force of the contractions in her body, face contorted with the strength of the sensations 

"Ahhhhhhhhh.........fuuuuuuucccckk!"

She came just as her bladder released, the stream hitting her frantically working fingers and spraying out hard in all directions. The Woman between her legs closed her eyes, opened her mouth to catch some of the flying drops and legs spread on the stool worked her own clit adding the noise of her own orgasm. It all went on for what felt like a very long time, till eventually they both relaxed dripping and spent. The Girl slightly horrified at what had just happened, the Woman grinning. 

"Shower's in the corner." 

She said, still panting a little.



Showtime



Breath. Stay calm.

That thought ran through both Doug and Judi's minds as she approached their front door. He was wedged familiarly in his favorite spot on the couch. That and the sound of the latch being turned were about the only things that were familiar to either of them.

He heard her step in onto the landing with the hollow, woody click-clock of her black leather calf-length leather boots. Size 7, purchased, on sale, by him for her two Christmases ago, for an exorbitant sum, by his standards from some hoity-toity shoe store at the mall. He had registered and remembered her lingering gaze when they had been Christmas shopping for friends and family just two days before. She had been so happy when he surprised her with them under the tree. Her present to him had also come under the tree, those new boots wrapped around him for the better part of four hours that night.

The memory aroused him.

It has always been that way for me:

Anger, distress, sadness, physical or mental pain caused Doug to seek out sexual pleasure, or at least sexual release. Yet, he never craved emotional pain for the release. Sex and orgasm were the cure, a pleasurable cure, but just a cure nonetheless. The rush of endorphins, the primal effort, the way the single-mindedness of the act drove out all the despair, all the thoughts; some people take anti-depressants, other people fuck and jerk off. Doug was one of the latter.

Reflecting on this tempered his arousal. But, his analysis was not wholly effective, and he noted the pleasurable feel of his slacks running across his semi-engorged stock as he eased himself off the couch. He was careful to wipe the expectant sneer off his face as he heard her footsteps down the hall.

A deep breath, and she slid the pocket-door open and entered the den. Lights low, sound down on whatever college basketball game was on the TV. She registered it all even as she focused on the preternaturally still figure of her husband in front of her, his tension revealed to her by the unnatural stillness of his neutral expression. He had told her, years ago, that his training as a litigator had trained him for that; a reflexive response to uncertainty. She had seen versions of it before, but none had carried the weight of it.

He knew. But she knew he knew. And he had to know that she knew he knew. And so on and so forth. Neither Doug nor Judi were stupid, dense, or even rather thick. They both knew the story thus far: she had made her choice before it was forced upon her and delivered to her tonight. She had come home, come hell or high water. Whatever it took. She shivered.

"You're back."

"Did you think I wouldn't be?"

"I figured 80-20 yes, but you can be surprising."

She said nothing in response.

"Why?"

"I, I..." Her composure shaken. Such a big question.

Seeing her confusing, he took mercy.

"I meant, why are you here, now?"

"I, I drove here...." Relief at the reprieve from the bigger question.

"Here to stay, here to go again?"

"I guess that's up to you, but I'm here to stay."

"You sure about that?"

"Yes."

"Don't want to be with him? Jerry, from accounting?"

"God, no."

"You want to be with me?"

"Yes, absolutely!" She exclaimed eagerly, studying his face.

He advanced with long, sure strides. She saw his features relax as he approached. When he was upon her, his eyes were revealed in the low lamplight. They burned. She straightened, rolling her shoulders back, breasts jutting outward almost lewdly, her chin pointed upwards, defiantly. An almost lurid pose.

"You sure about that?" He grumbled.

"Yes." She shifted her weight.

He brought his hand to cheek, rubbing it gently with the backs of his fingertips. "You knew if I found out how hurt I'd be."

"Yes," she answered, a tremble in her voice.

Leaning in closer, he whispered in her ear, "No. You didn't." The tremble ran through her body this time.

Leaning back, staring into her searching eyes, his hands went to her shoulders.

"Not again. Never again. Understood?"

She nodded.

"Say it."

"Not again. Never again."

His hands went to her throat; he leaned in, almost nose to nose.

The slightest pressure exerted by his finger tips, just enough to feel the pulsing artery. He smelled her. Mouthwash. No scent of the other man, not that he would have expected it, if she planned to stay. Familiar hair products, shampoo. She smelled like her. He closed his eyes, getting lost in her, in relief. He allowed himself this moment of weakness, even as his hands closed more tightly around her neck.

"Doug." She said softly, her hands wrapped around his wrists now. "Doug..."

He backed away, released his hold on her neck. Meeting her gaze. Dropping his arms. "If there is any doubt..."

Her grip on his wrists prevented his arms from falling, from him from removing himself too far.

"There's none," she urged. She pulled herself into his embrace.

"I'll take you at your words then." Doug flipped his wrists in a practiced move. He had her pinned to the wall behind her in seconds. "You're mine."

"I know."

"Say it."

"I'm yours"

His lips closed the distance before the possessive was fully enunciated. Passionate, just this side of bloody lips kissing as he trapped both hands over her head with one hand and tore her blouse open.

"Damn right you are." He ripped her panties off from under her skirt, tossed them to the side and unbuckled his trousers. He grasped his iron-hard prick and shoved it into her. She instinctively wrapped a leg around his hip.

Pounding into Judi's moistening channel, his focus redirected, his heretofore barely contained rage releasing itself in the pleasurable thrusting.

Releasing her hands, which wrapped around his neck in a gentle embrace, He allowed his hands to roam across her lingerie-enclosed breasts. He noted her firm, smallish breasts lifted and compressed by the fancy undergarments. He knew her brassieres by feel. This one was new.

The bitch.

The realization caused him to squeeze her right breast hard, causing a gasp, while his right hand hooked under her raised left leg.

Slowing his thrusting, he dropped down, just pulling out, and ran his hand up her right leg, sliding the skirt with it. Mid-thigh, he slipped his arm through, and stood erect again, lifting her weight, half of his own, an easy lift.

"Put it in." she whispered in his ear.

"You do it."

Carefully reaching back, she inserted him into her again. Returning her face to the hallow of his neck, she began writhing on his cock, he knees pumping in and out as her ass undulated up and down, back and forth. He allowed her this little victory for a minute or two, his well-trained arms straining. Adjusting her weight with a little toss, he took control, slamming her up and down onto his cock, her breathing coming out as little grunts as he bottomed out.

She could feel herself climbing that hill, knowing he would draw her orgasm from her. She, eager to give it.

He stopped his thrusting, her grinding continuing, seeking to maintain that friction.

Without withdrawing, he lowered one of her legs, then the other. Still joined, she stood on shaking legs, her upper body slumping backwards as she prepared to back away. Instead, he seized her at her lower back and behind the neck, and purposefully, almost roughly, kept her joined to him.

He began to thrust, sluicing through her engorged lips, made all the more obscene by his trapping her legs together, between his own. His hips' speed increasing, her beginning to answer back, as best they could. Nude pelvises slapping together in increased violent, the impacts on her engorged clitoris driving her over the top.

No mercy for her, he continued slamming away as wave after wave rolled over her. Until, his control nearly lost, he pulled out suddenly. Her initial swoon checked by a solid slap to her cheek, then her tit, he guided her down to her knees. Taking his cock in his fist, he rubbed the dripping head all over her face. Even in her delirium, she made an effort to take it into her mouth. Failing that, she extended her long tongue seemingly in all directions at once, some weird amalgam of Krishna and Miley Cyrus, and submitted to the treatment.

Picking her up, he turned her over the back of the couch. Inserting himself again he unleashed his fury for another few minutes. Finishing inside her as he bent her back with a hand around her throat, and another squeezing a nipple roughly, her writhing in yet another wave of ecstasy.

Feeling the aftershocks lessen, and himself go limp, he backed away, breathing heavily. She picked herself up from over the couch, turned to him, and slid slowly to the floor.

He considered her thoughtfully. "Don't think I'm done with you yet," he said, between deep breathes. She nodded solemnly.

Hours later, Doug and Judi lay in their bed, her head on his chest, his hand gently running through her hair. Their bodies exhausted, sated, not yet feeling the bruising.

"I do love you, you know," he said.

"And I've never stopped loving you," she answered.

He sighed; there was much that could be said now.

"Next time, have it be a stranger. Maybe a black guy."

"Okay, baby."

The end.



Showtime!



Tonight is a premier. Not only because we're meeting again after what feels like a few decades. It has been only 2 weeks ago that we were together in a small room in Barcelona on a Friday night. But this night is going to be even better than Barcelona. I am a bit nervous because I have no idea if my meticulous plan will succeed. I am quite sure you will like what happens, but this is the biggest thing that I've ever planned, and I hope that my high expectations don't ruin what is meant to become our best play date ever.

I check my mails. Ted? At the party having fun. What about the party? Already in progress, people seem to be having fun. My toys and the things for you to wear have been delivered yesterday already, I took 2 hours to arrange everything in place this afternoon so that the only thing that's missing is you - my Toy.

The nervousness before such an evening is half the fun in my opinion, so I try to enjoy it as much as anything else. I start to prepare the interesting room where we will soon be everything but alone. It's all black, nothing other than black and dark, the only light shining through the completely transparent glass roof. Of course it is almost impossible that somebody from outside could look inside the room through the roof, it still creates a feeling of vulnerability and freedom at the same time - just wonderful. I hope you will not notice too much of what is outside of the spotlight on the small stage where the chair, the cuffs, the fucking machine and the pump are waiting. I install the stimbox and the electrodes, prepare the rope and place burning incense in the corners of the room. 

Soon enough the noises of the party outside become more and more audible. People are starting their demos, their own games in the dark corners of the rooms, or just chatting with each other at the bar while the music is playing - you're still not here. I hope that our host for tonight managed to catch you at the airport on time. You have no idea what will happen. I gave her one of my own electrodes to take with her, I think you will recognize it and follow her from there - hopefully!

Just while I was thinking if you had managed to get your keys and if the new "suit" that I left for you in your room fits. Just when I thought it was time to check back on you, I receive a text: "What a cutie! I've sent him to his room, he's in the shower to get dressed, I'll bring him to you when he's finished". Wonderful! Your room is just across the street and my nervousness peaks - we will soon begin. For a moment I hate myself for what I've arranged - I must have been crazy! But now it's too late to stop it. I've had that before with many of the games I arranged, but I was never disappointed to have done what I did afterwards, so I guess it will be fun as well this time.

I go to the bathroom and make sure everything is fine one last time. The moment I leave the bathroom I hear Linda's voice. "Right here - you're almost there!" She comes through the door and my heart skips a beat as I see you coming in behind her. Perfect.

You look wonderful. As much as I love your mind, it's the profane feeling that I get when looking at your body that makes me want to spend time with you whenever I can. Everything seems perfect, as if it was made just to please me. Now, wearing this tight unadorned black latex suit you look like a real Toy. The matching black hood makes your appearance almost unreal - the perfect, human Toy - willing to do how he's told and eager to be played with.

You have no idea where you are. Linda put a black long piece of latex as a blindfold on your eyes on top of the mask. You are following her only because she is pulling the string that is connected to your collar. I take the leather string from her and start to talk with you so you know I am there waiting for you.

You're uneasy and unhappy about all the surreal mystery. I make you sit down and remove the mask from your eyes for a moment. There is no smile in your eyes, more a mixture of curiosity and impatience, but once you see where we are I notice how things relax. I take a moment to examine what I've selected for you to wear .... perfect work and it seems to fit just right. I take off the piece of rubber between your leg that was held in place with Velcro and spend a moment to cherish your tender bits. 

Slowly your mood changes and you close your eyes. Just the right moment to stop and put on the blindfold again. You haven't asked where we are, what I am doing here or why we are here - wonderful to see how you trust. Time to guide you to the chair in the middle of the room.

The spotlight isn't on yet, just a diffuse light coming through the glass-roof. I make sure you're sitting in your chair comfortably before I put on the cuffs. The legs are securely tied to the leg-rests at the end of the chair, and once you're secured I take another while to look at you. Touch you. Go and look for the gas mask!

You seem to enjoy where you are, you relax. Wonderful, because what I plan next needs a relaxed Toy. First thing I attach to you is a pair of headphones. The cables sit underneath the rubbermask. After taking off the blindfold I make you wear the gasmask. Not easy with the rubber mask that you are already wearing, but soon you are wearing the mask and the filter tube is waiting to be attached. This mask isn't just a gasmask, I have removed the holes for the eyes and put a little rubber part designed to hold my phone. I turn on the carefully prepared video play list on full screen and attach the phone to the mask. There's a lens between your eyes and my phone so you will see a huge screen that fills your whole visual field with a nice selection of porn that will change and adapt with our session. 

I connect the headphones with the phone. The screen of the phone is mirrored to the computer next to me. You seem to be obviously happy about what you see so it's time to wire up! I grab a ballsling from the box underneath my chair and start to place your testicles securely inside the sling. It's a rubber sling that has a closed pouch on the one end and 3 rings on the other. One going around underneath the penis and end with the pouch, and 2 go on the penis. After you're comfortable inside the sling I fill the pouch with conductive gel and connect the wire to a prepared adapter on my 312. 

Next thing is the fucking machine. I am especially happy about the nice dildo that you have built for this machine. It has an electrode a bit under the tip and a nice angle - just right to have a nice strong stimulation in the right area. 

Slowly I start to play with you around your anal sphincter. I have taken a good amount of lube and now I am starting to massage the area around the sphincter. Very slowly, while you are watching a nice video of a female that fucks a guy with a strap-on, I make your sphincter relax. Just when you start to moan I take the connector of the fucking machine, still not attached to the rest of the machine, and press it gently against your sphincter. You moan even louder, and I keep the gentle pressure constant. It's such a pleasure to see how your erection grows and you start to shiver and flex your muscles while I make sure that the dildo slowly disappears inside you. You are breathing heavily, just the right time to give you a sensory reminder of my presence.

In my dress is a little connector, right between the legs, where I attach the filter-connector from your gasmask tube. I have carefully crafted this so you get just enough air and must smell the scent between my breasts. The tube is long enough so I can still comfortably walk around you, but for now I keep sitting on my chair next to your leg and attach the fucking machine to the dildo. The machine will not move for now, this is just so that the dildo stays where it should.

I spend some time to let my hand run down your chest, along your butt-cheeks. It's a lot of fun to take a bit of lube to glide over your perfectly sealed body. The next thing to attach is a cylinder for the pump. The cylinder was carefully crafted to let a cable in for the ring that you are wearing underneath the head. Once the pump is in place I attach the cylinder to a microphone stand next to it. I turn on the pump, on the lowest setting just to make it suck the dimensions of your shaft in very slowly and then let the air out. The video is changing to show a woman giving a man a blow job. 

At this time you're already immersed in the game, far away from me and the toys, I'm not even sure you are still watching the video - but there is also the sound of the porn you're watching, the only thing that you hear underneath the mask. I notice how your breath is becoming more rhythmic on my chest - what a wonderful connection between you and me! I know this is still a critical phase of my mission. The first half to one hour of stimulation it is too easy to ruin the game by doing too much I found out, after this time the victim becomes more used to stimulation so that longer and stronger stimulation is possible. 

Time to turn down the suction and instead turn on the stimbox. You need a few moments to adapt to the new setting. The pads on the balls are connected to the anal electrode, the ring inside the sling is connected to the headtrode. I start by using just the rear channel, slowly turn it up more and more and make the waves shorter and shorter. You squirm for the first time, I can feel how you are trying to get some stimulation on your penis, in vain. I take out a belt and fix your hips to the chair, now you can't move the least bit.

It's time to send Linda the message: "Let the crowd in!" I detach the tube from my connector and notice that you are taking a deep breath, now that there is less resistance. A few moments later I can hear the door opening and a few people coming in. One of the first people to enter the room is Ted. He seems to be a little nervous, like somebody who is looking forward to a very special night. I nod when I see him and he sits down on one of the chairs in the most inner circle. People take a seat on the chairs around our partially illuminated center stage. 

Time to remove the headphones! A moment of confusion for you, but as soon as I take off the gasmask you move your head to see what happened. You see the crowd around you - and for a moment you close your eyes. We're both wearing masks, we're both far away from home, and this is something we both wanted. Nevertheless it seems that, just like me, you're apprehensive for a moment.

Now it's time to start the show. I show the audience the equipment that we're using and I let them walk around you watch how it is used. To make it more interesting for the audience we choose to let the audience decide the things that should be demonstrated. Some of the settings are highly stimulating, but it's still not time for you to cum so we make sure to stop just at the right moment. After a while you start to beg in front of the audience. First very quiet, it was nearly inaudible in the first few rows - in the end you were screaming and begging, and the crowd was in a deuce of a stir.

Time to go on, we've had a lot of fun but there are even better things to come. I turn the pump on lowest setting and turn on a mild tickling estim on the rings around your penis - just enough to remind you that this is not over.

The crowd starts to get noisy. Some people start their own games on their chairs, others are talking to their neighbors. Time to start the last phase of this game. I turn up the pump along with the estim-settings and you start to make more noise. A lot of noise. I can feel the excitement rising and you prepare to have an orgasm - but not now. As soon as I feel you edging I turn down the estim and the pump - only the fucking machine goes on to fuck your anal canal, deep and steady. I can feel that you are starting to become really impatient, so it is time for Ted to come and assist me. After a little while I look at Ted and ask him up on stage. He has already taken off his trousers and is obviously eager to get into the game. You seem to anticipate what will happen so there is no protest when I slowly withdraw the penis of the fucking machine from you.

Ted comes on stage to help me peel you out of everything that you've had on you tonight - except of the cuffs, and then put the belt back where it belongs after you're completely naked. Now completely visible you attract the attention of the audience once more, it is obvious that many of our spectators definitely like what they see, just like I do.

Ted is eager to get his task done, but first I change the configuration of the chair so that you are in a horizontal position. I position my legs right and left just touching your ears with my wet clitty over your mouth so that you can show me how much you enjoy what happens and so that I can control your breath. In the same moment Ted puts his penis where the fucking machine has been. Your body tenses, you start to shiver, I cannot remember to have seen you so physically aroused before. 

I watch for a while how Ted is fucking you hard and deep and you are desperately trying to at least move your penis on your stomach. You eagerly caress my swollen clit with your tongue and after a while I feel pity and start to carefully caress your pumping rock hard penis. Your tongue inside me reacts to this treat and whirs around inside me like crazy. I feel it is time to connect to you and take you deep inside my mouth. When our skin connects it feels like a thunder strike for the split of a second. Eagerly I suck your penis into my mouth – my tongue & eager lips do to you what yours is doing to me.

I love the taste of your pre-cum on my tongue. Your skin on mine feels so good, I know I'll spend some more time enjoying that later. But for now you have done a fantastic job with your mouth and I feel that soon I will explode, no matter how hard I try to hold back. Ted seems to be ready to explode now as well. He rhythmically presses my head fully onto your raging hard penis while he fucks you hard, deep and fast. I feel every muscle inside your body tensing more and more. Now we're all three moving in precise unison and pace, acting as one body overwhelmed from the pleasure and the craving for release. You're the first one to cum, deep inside my mouth - just the way I love it. I swallow your cum and suck even the tiniest last bit out of you while you are sucking my clit so hard that I can't stay calm anymore. Your cum in my mouth, the exquisite feeling between my legs and Teds hand on the back of my head help me to a wonderful moment of bliss, forgetting all the spectators around us and the place where we are. Ted is the last one to finish - completely exhausted and with a loud sigh he collapses on the floor between your legs.

It takes a while for us all to catch our breath. The crowd around us has stopped their conversations and games and are all staring at us in awe and enraptured focus. It's a moment full of magic as I realize how this little private encounter between the three of us has captivated so many people. Ted gets up on his feet, pulls the rope for the curtains and we have a small moment just to our own. I take some time to thank you for having been such a wonderful Toy once again, then I help you get off the chair and dressed so we can spend some time at the party before we disappear to your room and have a good nights sleep next to each other before we part again tomorrow after breakfast.