5 comments/ 12778 views/ 0 favorites Rescue Me By: Katiecat Rapunzel gazed out of the open tower window, her chin resting on her hand. She was every inch a princess – from her impossibly long flowing golden hair, to her round, sky blue eyes fringed with dark lashes; from her porcelain complexion to her rosebud lips; from her pert, apple-sized breasts to her luscious child-bearing hips. Hips that were, sadly, going to waste. Without a princely husband, there were no regal marital duties; with no regal marital duties, there would be no pitter-patter of little royal feet. She sighed prettily and leaned out of the tower window a bit, the aforementioned pert breasts nearly spilling out of the square, low-cut bodice of her blue velvet gown. Goodness, it was a long way down. And there was no other way into or out of the tower than this window. A thorny vine wound round and round the stonework, but it wasn't strong enough to support even her petite frame, especially with the weight of that thick braid of hair. Besides, the thorns could scratch and injure her delicate skin. It was better to just wait for her rescue; after all, patience is a virtue. She inhaled deeply and opened her mouth – and the melodious introductory strains of violins and woodwinds filled the air. She shut her mouth abruptly and, brow furrowed in puzzlement, looked around to see where in the hell that music kept coming from. Her brief search behind the bureau and under the bed proved fruitless; so she shrugged, and as the music reached a crescendo, she began to sing in a lovely contralto voice – the same insipid song she sang every single day: "Oh, how I wish someone would stop and hear my song I'd be lots of fun If you'd only come along With your princely ped-i-greeee... Oh, won't you rescue meeee..." "Stop that! Stop that this instant you wicked girl!" an all too familiar voice commanded from outside the window. Rapunzel stopped it that instant because she was an obedient sort of princess, but she did roll her eyes heavenward, knowing what was coming next. Just like every day. "I'm really not in the mood for this," she muttered to herself, but hurried to the window. She leaned out again, shooing away the larks and turtledoves. They always flocked to the window when she sang, and it was annoying because she'd end up having to scrape bird shit off the windowsill. There on the ground stood an imposing woman, hands on her hips, glaring up at the window with piercing green eyes. She was a head taller than most men – not that Rapunzel had seen any men lately. The hood of her crimson cloak was thrown back, revealing long raven hair, shot with silver at the temples. Yes, this was the Evil Enchantress, our poor princess's captor and jailer. "Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair, that I may climb the golden stair!" she demanded. (Of course, you knew she was going to say that, didn't you?) Rapunzel dutifully lowered her thick braid out of the tower window. She braced herself, feet and arms pushing hard against the wall, and winced as she felt the familiar yank and weight of the woman pulling herself up the golden rope. At last, the witch climbed through the window, and stood, gazing down imperiously at the maiden. Rapunzel, knowing what was expected of her, swiftly knelt, eyes lowered demurely. "Greetings, Mistress Millicent, how may I serve you today, O Magnificent and Malevolent One?" The enchantress crossed the room, angry green crackles of magical energy sparking off of her hair and fingertips. "You can serve me by giving up that useless and infuriating singing, little princess. There is no hope of rescue for you – you belong to me," she intoned. She arranged herself elegantly in a heavy upholstered chair that had wooden legs and arms carved with intricate designs of predators pursuing and capturing prey. Rapunzel had always tried to avoid looking too closely at those carvings – the poor little rabbits and mice and deer looked so frightened and helpless. Millicent arched one perfect eyebrow and crooked her finger at Rapunzel. "Now, come here." Rapunzel leapt to her bare feet and ran to do her Mistress's bidding. The witch reached into the folds of her cloak and produced her dreaded magic wand. It was as long as Rapunzel's forearm, and as big around as a broom handle. Made of smoothly polished ebony, both ends were capped with rounded, tapered bell shapes – like mushrooms. Millicent waved the wand once, dismissively, and all of the tiny buttons and hooks that held Rapunzel's gown together suddenly came undone and the dress fell on the floor at her feet. She covered her mouth and gave a little gasp of surprise as she found herself completely nude. Millicent opened her cloak to reveal her own voluptuous curves tightly laced into a black leather corset, black thigh-high boots, and absolutely nothing else. She spread her thighs wide, draping her leather-clad calves over the arms of the chair. "Now, kneel, slave, and service me." As always, Rapunzel did as she was told. She knelt on the thick carpeting, and paid homage to her Mistress's secret grotto. The princess delicately spread Millicent's labia, and lapped with her kitten-like tongue. Millicent sighed and grabbed Rapunzel's braid, pulling the girl's face closer to her crotch. Rapunzel closed her soft pink lips around Millicent's prominent clitoris, sucking gently, then more firmly as the witch writhed and groaned, "Yes, yes, suck it, suck it harder, just like that..." Millicent slid one end of her wand into her wet hole, and began to slowly fuck herself with it. She yanked the girl's blonde hair savagely, urging her on, "Yessss, little bitch, lick my cunt," she hissed. Her thighs trembled as she thrust her hips up from the chair, grinding her engorged clit against dear Rapunzel's lips and chin, and she plunged the wooden phallus rapidly in and out of her needy hole. "Suck me, you little whore, suck me..." she grunted with effort, "oh fuck...ohhh FUCK...I'm coming...I'm coming in your mouth, slut!" And she did just that, noisily and with great satisfaction, while screwing herself silly with the wand. Rapunzel sat back on her heels, wiping her mouth and chin with the back of her hand, while watching her Mistress warily. Millicent's eyes were rolled back in her head, and she was still shuddering from her explosive orgasm. But the princess knew from experience that it didn't usually take the witch long to recover, and more would be required of her before Millicent would truly be sated. True to form, the enchantress rose from her chair and stretched luxuriously. "That was adequate," she purred. One end of the wand was still buried deep in her cunt. It was lustrous and black, like the boots and corset she wore, but no longer appeared to be made of wood. It was almost like living flesh, curving obscenely out from her body like a ready and rampant erection. She pointed to a small cushioned ottoman. "Bend over, princess, I'm not through with you yet." Rapunzel draped herself over the footstool, her round pink bottom on display for her Mistress' pleasure. Millicent kicked the princess's knees apart and dropped to her knees on the carpet behind her. With no further preparation or ceremony, she wedged the huge black dildo into the girl's tight little pussy and shoved it all the way in. Rapunzel gave a little yelp, but made no other protest. Millicent fucked her thoroughly, using Rapunzel's braid again as a leash to pull the girl back hard onto the enchanted dick. Each time she buried it deep, she made a sinuous circle with her hips, and soon the princess was gasping and panting. Millicent slapped her ass, hard, leaving a red handprint on her pale skin. "You like this, don't you, you little slut?" Rapunzel nodded, burying her blushing face in the footstool. "Beg me, Rapunzel...beg me to make you come." She leaned forward, reached under the girl, and tweaked her nipples roughly. "Please Mistress! Please, I need it!" "You need what, slave?" Poor Rapunzel was trembling with need. "Please Mistress," she begged prettily, "please make me come for you..." The witch leaned forward again, reached under the girl's body, and pinched her little clit tightly. Millicent rubbed her button hard and pounded her with the dildo – that was enough to push her over the edge, and she climaxed, thrusting back against her Mistress's cock, moaning and biting the cushion. Rapunzel squeaked and her eyes grew big as saucers as the witch, laughing wickedly, abruptly shoved her thumb into the princess's dainty rear pucker. Millicent continued fucking the girl lustily and mercilessly until she reached her own screaming orgasm, digging her nails into the tender flesh of Rapunzel's bottom. Millicent rose to her feet and tucked the wand away in the folds of her cloak. Rapunzel rolled off the ottoman to kneel on the carpet. She cupped her blond-furred pussy gently, as it was feeling kind of tingly and still throbbing from the witch's violation. Millicent patted her head once, then pulled her by her hair toward the window. "You can quit pining away for a rescue, little princess," she said, climbing out of the window and down the golden braid. "I'm all the prince you need!" And with a wicked cackle, the enchantress disappeared. But Rapunzel knew the witch would return tomorrow, and sighed. She gathered her blue gown off the floor, slipped it over her head, and began the arduous task of trying to fasten all the little buttons and hooks by herself. She gave up halfway through the job, dejectedly, and sighed again. But then she made up another verse for her song, new words, and her spirits brightened a little. She began to sing again, and didn't worry about the mysterious background music this time: "If you are brave and handsome, if you are big and strong, with manly, muscled buns, and a lance that's straight and long, from this cap-tiv-i-tyyyyyyy... Oh, won't you rescue meeeeeeee..." "Ho there!" she heard, outside her window. It was a new voice – deeper than the witch's voice. Could it be? She ran to the window, shooed away the birds, and looked down. There was a very handsome man in an elegant hunting costume of forest green, seated on an impressive white stallion. Leaping gracefully off the horse, he swept off his plumed hat and gave her a courtly bow. He had wavy chestnut hair, an aristocratic aquiline nose, and he smiled up at her with dazzling white teeth. "Ho there!" he called again. "I'm not a ho, I'm a damsel in distress – are you a prince?" she asked. He looked puzzled for a moment, but quickly recovered. "Why yes, yes I am," he said grandly. "'Tis I, Prince Frederic of Fallantha." Rapunzel rolled that around her brain for a minute – Princess Rapunzel of Fallantha. That would do nicely. "My name is Rapunzel, I'm being held prisoner here by an evil enchantress..." "Where is the wicked wench?" Frederic interrupted. "I shall dispatch her anon!" "Oh, no, no, she's gone now, she won't be back again until tomorrow." "The dragon then! Where is the nefarious beast?" Frederic drew his sword, and strode around menacingly. "I mean to slay it forthwith!" "There's no dragon," Rapunzel explained patiently. "I'm just trapped in this tower..." "Oho!" exclaimed Frederic. "Thou art trapped, and I shall rescue you from this cruel imprisonment, fair maid, never fear!" Before Rapunzel had a chance to explain, he sheathed his sword and ran around the tower and out of sight. She waited patiently, drumming her dainty fingers on the windowsill, until he came back around the other side. "My lady, there appears to be no door, no portal by which to gain entrance to this cursed stronghold! 'Tis an enchantment most foul and devious!" he cried. Rapunzel narrowed her eyes briefly. "Do you always talk like this?" Prince Frederic flashed his dazzling smile again, hands on hips, and replied, "Why yes, yes I do!" Rapunzel considered this for a moment, but decided it was a small price to pay for freedom, a kingdom, and a handsome royal husband. Even if he was a little dim; after all, she hadn't specified "smart" in her song. "There's only one way up, dear prince," she said, tossing down the golden rope of her hair. She felt a sharp yank as the prince began to climb up. "Oof!" Rapunzel exclaimed, bracing with all her might against the wall and the windowsill. Prince Frederic was even heavier than Mistress Millicent. Well, she had asked for "big and strong". Moments later, Frederic vaulted athletically over the windowsill and into the tower room. Rapunzel tried to smooth her messy hair a bit and hold together her half unbuttoned dress, in order to make a better first impression. Frederic didn't seem to mind. "Fair lady!" he said, sweeping off his hat again, and bowing low over her hand to kiss it. "Is there aught you need to pack for your journey to Fallantha?" "No, everything here belongs to the witch. Once we reach your kingdom, we can contact my father, and I'm sure he'll send my dowry right away." Frederic's eyes lit up at that prospect. "Then certes, we must away, afore the evil one returns!" "Of course," said Rapunzel. "How are you going to get me out of here?" "I shall climb down the golden rope, and thou shalt climb down after me." Rapunzel raised her eyebrows. "Frederic, the rope is attached to my head." "Zounds! So it is!" And yes, he really did look amazed. And yes, Rapunzel really did look incredulous. "Then I shall climb down the golden rope, and thou shalt fling thyself from the window, my beauteous dove, and I shall catch thee!" He flexed his impressive biceps to show exactly how he intended to catch her. "Frederic, it's a very long way down. I don't think that would be safe." The prince looked lost in thought, and out of ideas. Apparently, it was pretty easy to get lost inside his head. Rapunzel's searched around the small room for inspiration, and she stopped by the bed. "Maybe we could tie the sheets and blankets together? Even if it doesn't reach all the way to the ground, it wouldn't be near as long a drop." And as she said it, Rapunzel wondered why she hadn't thought of it before. She could have escaped anytime she wanted to. "Ah, my lady love is resourceful and clever as well as a vision of beauty!" Rapunzel blushed at the compliment; she certainly didn't hear them often. Prince Frederic had already begun pulling the coverlet off the bed when she said, "Wait...we have time. Millicent won't be back until tomorrow. And I haven't properly thanked you for rescuing me, my prince." She coyly peeped up at Frederic through her thick lashes. The prince got the hint, and a slow, lazy grin spread across his face. He gathered Rapunzel up in his arms and his mouth found hers. Oh my. This was very nice. The witch never kissed her like this – in fact, the witch never kissed her at all. It made her feel sort of warm and melty and giddy. She slid her arms up around his neck and hung on for dear life. He began to fumble at the fastenings of her dress. She pulled away from the kiss and murmured, "Can't you just use your wand and make my dress fall off?" She ground her belly against what felt like a thick hard wand in the front of the prince's trousers. "No, fair damsel, I have no magic wand, but I have a lance that is strong and true." Rapunzel tried to help him with the dress, but finally gave up on the many buttons and hooks and simply slipped the gown over her head, dropping it on the floor. Frederic gave a sharp intake of breath at the sight of her lovely nude form, and he grabbed her again, kissing her even more passionately than before. He maneuvered her toward the bed, kicking off his leather boots, and pulling off his doublet, pants, and hose. Pulling her down on the mattress, his hands were all over her, touching, tickling, and exploring. Rapunzel glanced down and was amazed at his lance – it was even bigger than the witch's wand, but made of warm pink flesh. She touched it, fascinated; the prince rolled to his back, smiled proudly, and put his hands behind his head. She kissed it lightly, and it throbbed in response. She licked it with her soft pink tongue, and Frederic gasped. The knobbed end of his shaft was leaking drops of clear fluid; Rapunzel lapped at them and found she rather liked the salty, clean taste. The prince groaned loudly and thrust his hips upward, pressing the head of his cock between her lips. She licked and sucked and used her tongue the way the witch had taught her. Soon, the prince was fucking her mouth in much the same way that Millicent fucked her pussy, plunging in and out of her pursed lips. His fingers tangled in her hair as his hips bucked upward; Rapunzel sucked him harder because he seemed to like it very much, and his lance was getting even bigger and harder. Suddenly he thrust very deep, and yelled, "Yes, princess, YES, suck my cock! Swallow it all!" Rapunzel's eyes grew round in surprise as Frederic's lance swelled and throbbed and she felt thick jets of liquid fill her mouth. Ever dutiful, Rapunzel swallowed, as she was told. The prince lay back against the pillows gasping. As soon as he caught his breath, he asked, "What was your name again?" "Rapunzel," she said, a little insulted that he had forgotten so quickly. "Ah...Rapunzel? I thought the girl I was supposed to rescue was Princess Rose. And weren't you supposed to be asleep?" "I only sleep at night," said Rapunzel, watching with disappointment as the prince's lance wilted. "Uh oh...wrong damsel. No matter," he yawned sleepily. "At least I didn't have to fight the dragon today, or hack my way through the forest of thorns. I'll save Sleeping Beauty tomorrow after I've had a good night's rest." And Prince Frederic began to snore. Like a freight train. Only freight trains hadn't been invented yet. Rapunzel got up and stared at the sleeping prince. He was sprawled all over the sheets and coverlet, and there was no way she could pull them out from under him to make her rope. The princess pulled on the prince's hose, trousers, and doublet, and his leather riding boots, even though they were all a bit too big for her. She buckled on his sword belt and cinched it tight. She dragged the witch's heavy carved chair to the window. Drawing the prince's hunting knife from his belt, she hacked off her braid and tied it securely to the chair leg, tossing the other end out the window. Placing Frederic's plumed hat on her head, she surveyed her handiwork in the looking glass, and yes, she made a very pretty boy. She glanced over at Frederic, snoring merrily, and knowing the witch would find him in the morning, she almost felt sorry for him. Almost. She climbed down the golden rope -- and there, of course, was Frederic's dutiful white horse, waiting patiently. Rapunzel knew all about being dutiful and patient. She mounted the horse and set off to rescue Sleeping Beauty. "I'm all the prince she needs," thought Rapunzel. Rescue Me I just finished my EMT classes and was beginning my First Aid classes. I have wanted to be a Paramedic since I was a kid and a Paramedic saved my dad's life. My dad had a massive heart attack the paramedics got there just in enough time to save him. The classes were at the local fire station. I got there found me a seat and sat down. This very good-looking guy walked in the class. He was tall with short dark brown hair and hazel eyes. He walked around the room and then went to the front of the room. "I'm Mark and I will be teaching the First Aid class. If you guys have any questions don't be afraid to ask. This is Roger he will be helping me. He is passing out your book for this class. You get to keep the book so if you want you can write in it." Mark asked us what do we do if someone cuts his or her hand real bad. I raised my hand and said "You wrap it with gauze and you keep it elevated." "That is right and you are?" "I'm Rachel." "Ok Rachel can you tell me what do you do when you find someone unconscious?" "Well first you check for a pulse then you see if they are breathing. If they are not breathing you make sure there is nothing blocking their airway. Then you start CPR and call 911." "Very good now what are two things you do before you start CPR?" "You tilt their head back and pinch their nose and you pull their chin down." "I was wondering if you would catch that last one." Mark told us to read chapter one and two for next week. As I was walking out the door Mark asked me if I would stay for a few minutes. I looked at my watch and said "Sure I have a few minutes." We walked up to the front of the room "I need some help next week in class. I was wondering if you would help me show everyone how to do CPR the right way. We don't have a CPR dummy and I really don't want to use Roger as one." "Sure I can do that." What did I just do here is this gorgeous guy who wants me to help show the class the right way to give CPR. I hope he wont take my pulse because I know it will be racing. I spent the whole week trying to figure out how I could get out of helping Mark. How could I lay there and let him put his hands on me without thinking about him and I having some wild sex right there on the table. It was Tuesday night and I was on my way to class I was trying to think of a way of not helping Mark. When I got to class I did not see Mark Roger was in front of the room with some other guy. I was so happy not to see Mark but who was this guy with Roger? Where is Mark and why can't he be here? We all took our seats and Roger told us to turn to the first chapter so we could discus it. As we were supposed to be reading it, all I could do was think of Mark. Think of his lips touching mine, and his strong hands on my body. I must have been so far in dreamland that I did not hear Roger call on me. "Rachel can you please come up here and here and help us?" I got up and started to walk towards the front of the room Mark walked in. Just when I thought I was home free Mark had to walk in. What was I going to do now? I walked up to the front of the room and over to the table where they wanted me to lay down. As I lay there I was thinking to myself " Please don't let it be Mark who does the CPR." Mark came over by me I was starting to shake a little and I could not stop. "Ok you guys let me show you the right way to give CPR. First you tilt their head back you pull their chin down check and make sure there is nothing blocking their air- way. Then you pinch their nose and blow five small breaths into their mouth. After that you take and do five chest compressions." Every time he put his hands on my body or put his lips to mine I would shake a little. I was so nervous about him touching me all I could do was close my eyes and wait for it to be over. After a few more time of showing the class how to do CPR Mark grabbed my hand helped me up and said "Thank you for your help" My help I laid there like a shaking dead person. After class Mark asked me to stay after for a few minutes. Oh no what did I do or what does he want? When every one was gone I went to the front of the room. Mark was standing behind the table looking at some papers. He looked up at me and said " I know we are not suppose to associate with the trainees but I'm having a small party for my Birthday. It will just be my family and a few friends. Don't worry none of the guys from here will be there. I would really like it if you would come." Part of me wanted to scream yes right away and another part of me wanted to run and hide. I looked at him and said, "I would love to come to your party. Is there anything I could do to help?" He said no just show up and have a good time He gave me his address and let me know when to be there. As he was walking away he said, "By the way it is casual dress." It was Saturday night the night of Marks party and I had no idea what to wear. I found me a pair of blue jeans and a cute shirt to go with it. When I got to the party I saw Mark he had a tight fitting pair of jeans on and a T-shirt on. He looked so good if we were alone I would take him right here on this table. I tried to mingle with his family and friends but all I could do was think about him and how good he looked. It was nine thirty and everyone was gone. I stayed around to help clean up. I was out on the patio when Mark came out and said, "You don't have to do that I can get it." "No problem I'm happy to help. This is a big mess it will take you all night." As I was putting paper plates in a trash bag he came over kissed me on the forehead and said "You're a big help you know that?" He began to grab some plates and put them in the bag. We both went to reach for the same plate he grabbed my hand pulled me close to him and kissed me. We kissed for a while when he pushed me away a little and said, "We can't do this I'm your teacher we can't be kissing like this." "Mark you want it as much as I do. No one at the firehouse needs to know about this. I wont tell if you don't tell." I leaned in and kissed him again. He grabbed me, threw everything off the table, and laid me down on it. He climbed on top of me and started to kiss me again. It felt so good to feel his body next to mine. His lips were so soft pressed up against mine. I pulled his shirt off of him and was rubbing his nipples as he kissed me. " Mark I can't take it I need to feel your naked body against mine. Where is your room?" "No I have a better idea I have always wanted to do it in the back of a ambulance. No one is at the firehouse so lets go." We got to the firehouse and like he said there was no one there. We climbed in the ambulance he had me get undressed and lay on the stretcher. He got undressed told me to spread my legs and he started to eat my sweet pussy. The feeling of his tongue on my clit was driving me nuts, my body was starting to tremble all over with delight. Just as I was about to cum someone opened the door, it was Roger. What the hell was he doing here, I thought we were busted for sure. Mark looked at him and said "Man what are you doing here I thought everyone was gone?" "I had to get something out of the bus. What are you doing here aren't you scared you will get caught?" "It makes it more fun that way but I can't get caught with her. So please don't say anything." "I wont if I can join in" Mark looked at me and I nodded my head yes. I think he was shocked because he asked if I was sure and I told him " I have always wanted a threesome." Roger climbed up into the ambulance got undressed and came up by my head. I told them both one condition of doing this is I'm not forced to do any thing I don't want to do and they said ok. Mark climbed on the edge of the stretcher spread my legs apart and began to eat my pussy again. He took his tongue and licked my pussy up and down it felt so damn good. Roger looked at me and said "Come here baby I have a big hose just for you." . Roger took his cock stuck it in my mouth and I started to suck on it. Roger had a huge cock and I had a hard time taking it all in. The faster Mark would lick my clit the harder I would suck Roger's cock. Mark then stuck two fingers in my pussy and started to finger fuck me. That was really driving me crazy. I looked up at him and said "Fuck me Mark fuck me hard I want you to pound my pussy while I suck Roger off." Mark climbed up on the bed I spread my legs apart again so he could shove his cock deep in me. I wrapped my legs around him I was not letting him go. Mark was really pounding my pussy. Each time he shoved that cock into me I would suck harder on Roger's cock. As he was throbbing in my mouth I could hear him moaning in delight. The more he moaned the harder I would suck his cock. Mark was really pounding my pussy I wanted to cum so bad. I told Mark to fuck me harder because I was so close to cumming. He grinded his hips into me and I could feel my juices flowing all over his cock. I took Roger's cock out of my mouth and started to lick on it. Licking up one side and down the other, running my tongue all over the tip of it, and slapping my lips with it. I think that really got him going because I could hear him moan. I took and put his throbbing cock back in my mouth and sucked harder on it. "Oh baby that feels so good don't stop. Damn girl you are so good I am about to cum." Mark told me to get up because he wanted to fuck me doggie style. I got up on my knees, Mark got up behind me shoved his cock deep inside me, and started to pound my hot wet pussy. I loved how Mark's cock felt in my pussy his cock was huge and felt so good. Roger straddled the front of the stretcher I took his cock in my hand opened my mouth and slowly put it in there. As I was sucking it I was stroking him too. Before I knew it Roger said he wanted to change places he wanted some of my hot wet pussy. Mark and Roger got up and switched places. I started to lie down and Roger said "No you don't get back on those knees baby." So I got back on my knees and he shoved his cock in me. As he was fucking me he was slapping my ass and I loved it. The harder he slapped it the better it feltand the more it turned me on. Mark leaned down and asked if I was all right I told him I was fine he gave me a kiss on the cheek. I took Marks long hard cock and licked it up and down. I nibbled on the tip of it before I shoved it in my mouth. I twisted my mouth up and down and all around it. Mark really started to moan. I could tell he was enjoying it he grabbed my head ad was pushing it up and down on his cock. Roger was really pounding my pussy harder and harder. I was almost chocking on Mark's cock but I loved it. His cock was throbbing in my mouth and it felt so good but I wanted to taste his hot cum. "Oh my I am so close to cumming fuck me harder Roger make it hurt. I want all of us to cum together. I want to feel Roger deep in me and I want to taste Mark's hot cum." Mark and Roger looked at each other and said ready. They were and so was I we all came at the same time. We all let out one big moan of relief. "Damn you guys are good I enjoyed it very much. It was a dream come true for me." We all got dressed and got out of th ambulance before we got caught. I was with Mark in his car as we were leaving he saw his boss coming down the road "Duck down my boss is right there." He stopped Mark and asked what he was doing there and Mark told him he had to get some papers for class. His boss said ok and left. I passed my First Aid class became a Paramedic and worked with Mark but we never let what happen that day affect our job. We continued to date and work together. Roger never said anything about what happened. I moved in with Mark a few months later but we did not tell any one at the station about it. I wanted to surprise Mark so I invited one of my girlfriends over for dinner. Well that is what I told him but we had another surprise for him. Amber and I were going to fuck him that night. After dinner I told Mark to go in the living room and we would bring out dessert. I snuck into our room where I had two Teddy's for Amber and I. We changed in the kitchen, grabbed some whip cream, cherries, and chocolate syrup and went in the living room. Mark did not know what to say he was shocked. "What is all this and why are you two dressed like that?" "We are your desert." I said to him. He just looked at Amber then looked at me and said. "Wow I've dreamed of this but never thought it would happen." Amber and I walked over to him, told him to get undressed, and lay on the floor. I took the whip cream and put some on his chest. Amber took the chocolate syrup and put some on his cock. As I sucked the whip cream off his chest, Amber sucked the chocolate syrup off his cock. Mark was moaning in delight, I could tell he was really enjoying his dessert. Amber grabbed ahold of Mark's cock started to stroke it as she was sucking it, she was sucking and stroking real fast. I stuck two cherries in my wet pussy, straddled his face and told Mark to suck the cherries out of me. Mark took his tongue licked up and down my pussy, then stuck his tongue in my pussy got the cherrie out of it, and ate it. "Damn Rachel that tasted so good and your pussy tastes so sweet." Mark contuned to eat my pussy, licking it up and down, and fucking me with his tongue. My body was starting to tremble with extacy. I wanted to fill his mouth up with my sweet juices so bad. Mark told Amber to climb on him, he wanted to fuck her as he ate me. so she did. I was now facing Amber so I leaned over gave her a kiss, and said. "Thank you, I think he is really having a good time." "No problem I know I am having a great time." She reached over grabbed my breast and began to massage them. With Mark eatting my pussy and Amber massaging my breast I was so close to cumming. Before I knew it Amber was sucking on my nipples and that made me really want to cum. Mark was pounding her pussy and the harder he would pound her the harder she would suck my nipples. I did not know about Mark or Amber but I was in extacy and I could feel a big orgasm comming. Amber looks at me and says. "I'm about to cum." I look at her and say. "So am I" I was hoping that Mark was ready for a mouthful because he was getting one. Before we knew it all three of us were cumming at the same time. We get up, get dressed, and the three of us sit and watch a movie. Amber started comming over more often and we all would have sex. Every now and then we would invite Roger over and he would join the three of us. Rescue Me I was in the city playing poker with friends when she called me. "Hey sweetie, I just got home, where are you?" " I'm still at Rob's house playing poker" "Ok, I'm going to take a bath... and when you get back your clean freshly-shaved girl will be waiting for you ..to make her dirty again." She teased. "Sounds good to me, we should try a new recipe.. the spicier the better..." I responded, hoping my "code" language for hot sex went unrecognized by my poker pals. My thoughts drifted to fucking her ass, which is rare for us and only happens on especially horny occasions. "Can do something ..Mediterranean?" I ventured. "How about something a little more.. umm.. " She took a breath, "I'm not sure what's gotten into me tonight, but I feeling being a very naughty girl." This last statement was expressed with a serious and slow enunciation; deviating from the playful banter of our original conversation. My cock twitched. I failed to respond quick and clever, and the silence spoke for itself. Was she subtly taunting me about an event some years ago? At my urging, she had gone on a date with another man and fucked him, coming home in the morning to my tortured soul and aching cock, narrating a detailed story of the evening's torrid events as she sympathy-fucked me. That incident was so intensely erotic that I gave her my marital permission to do it again if she pleases. And although she enjoys playing coy and promises she will if the situation was right, it's not been a priority and we have continued with our relationship as monogamous as before. I heard her chuckle on the line. "What's the matter little boy, I thought you liked naughty girls?" "You know I do." "I went shopping today and want to try on some of these things.. how about I dress up and wait for you at Nic's?" "That's sound fun." I replied. Nic's was our local bar.. a dive with a few pool tables and friendly bartenders. "And if there are any cute boys I might just flirt with them before you come rescue me.. what do you think about that?" "Sounds kinda hot." She laughed and said goodbye and I got back to the game. My obvious hard-on kept me seated at the table long enough to make my bladder unhappy. At the table I got some good cards and my stack was grew rich. I get a text: "I'm wearing the red thong you got me" And another: "Bra or no bra?" "NO BRA!" I quickly replied. "Okay, but nipples obvious in new tanktop" "Good" Time passed quickly. I made noises that I had to leave soon and got the expected jeers. It's poor sport to leave early with a big pot. Text: "Coming soon? I'm here. cute guys tonight!" "Did you leave yet? Getting bored" I finally got away from the game, got in the car and texted her that I was on my way. As I drove she texted me with teasing taunts: "Where r u? getting lots of attn now" "flirting w a cute guy!" "cute guy buying me drinks" "Need rescue! Dan getting me drunk" And finally: "ok w u that I play?" This last one gave me a jolt. Was she teasing me? Because "play" could mean so much more than merely flirting. But it was cute that she named the guy buying her drinks. I responsibly pulled over and texted back: "Naughty girl! I'll be there soon to rescue you from Dan's evil clutches!" Her response: "Hurry or u will be too late" Wow, she was really playing me and I was hard as a rock by the time I parked. I walked toward the entrance and could see it was a busy night. Small groups of smokers huddled at the entrance and new crushes flirted with each other in the darker alleyway. It was a sexy scene. I spotted one couple in a dark corner of the side street, making out. I could see their forms in the shadows, her blond hair, no faces. He had her pinned against the wall. Her back was arched, one of her wrists held tight above her head by one hand, his other hand god knows where. Her knee was bent, pressing into his crotch, raising her short red skirt and exposing a bare, white thigh to the streetlight. The stark contrast of her nakedness was hard to miss in the dark alley. "Well, that's hot" I muttered to myself and entered the bar. I took a glance around and didn't see her. I ordered a beer, tipped the bartender and waited for her to come out of the bathroom. In the corner of my eye I spotted her walking in the main door and turned around to greet her... she had a sexy, mischievous smile on her face as she walked up, gave me quick peck me on the lips and said hi stranger. She smelled of cigarettes and alcohol. She must have been outside smoking, which usually happens when she's tipsy. "That's a cute top" I said. "I thought you'd like it" She was staring at me, open-mouthed. "Especially sans bra." I took a moment to enjoy the sight of her hard nipples pushing against the thin fabric. "What do you think of my new skirt?" She asked. I gave her a once-over and realized how slutty she looked. From her black leather ankle boots on up to her bare thighs and a tiny schoolgirl-style red miniskirt just long enough to be decent in public. She was absolutely gorgeous. Her were cheeks flushed, her lips full, her wet mouth pursed with hint of a smile both wicked and loving. Under her sexy eyebrows, those dark unreadable eyes were still locked hard on mine. Over her shoulder, I noticed a guy stroll through the door and pause abruptly, appearing to stare directly at me. Distracted, I nodded out of politeness and focused back on Jenny's sexy gaze. "Do you still need rescuing?" I teased. " Umm.." She hesitated. Her stare was completely burning into me now, I almost asked her if she was okay, but she was still smiling at me. At that moment a hand slid around her waist, and the man from the door appeared at her side. "Hi" he practically yelled at me. "Hi" I automatically replied, looking down at his hand on my wife's waist, which had now slipped slightly under the edge of her tanktop. "You're too late" Jenny blurted at me. "What?" "You're too late to rescue me from Dan's evil clutches". "Oh?" I wasn't following. "I'm sorry," She said, "Ted, this is Dan, Dan this is my husband, Ted." "OH!" Dan exclaimed in surprise. But his hand didn't leave her waist. There was a rush of realization – the couple in the alley – that was this guy and Jenny making out! An overwhelming nausea of jealousy and sexual betrayal hit my stomach; my legs went weak, like I had been kicked in the balls. I couldn't form any words. Jenny laughed outloud. She leaned into Dan and said, "See,I told you it's okay.. he actually likes it it, don't you Ted?" She turned toward me, staring directly into my eyes, daring me for my response. "She can do what she wants" I replied weakly. "Hey.. look, I'm not an asshole." Dan responded. His arm had left her waist and he gestured sincerely with open hands. "I'm not into cheating or hurting people. So I'll walk away and act like nothing's happened.." "No, no seriously, it's okay, we're open like that ..and it turns me on." I quickly replied. Geez, I couldn't believe I just said that out loud. Dan looked at me deadpan for an awkward eternity and I nervously glanced at Jenny. Her eyes were wide with amusement. "Well if that's the case then I guess it's a turn-on for all of us." He finally announced, as his arm deftly returned to my wife's waist, pulling her closer to him. She leaned her body into him and said, "Dan invited me back to his place.. if that's okay with you." It wasn't much a question as a statement. "Do you want to go?" I limply asked. She hesitated. "I told him I wanted make sure you're okay with it first.." "So you want to go." I said flatly. "Well, I wouldn't ask if I didn't" She responded shortly, "So, it's really up to you.. " I swallowed. I wasn't sure if she knew how humiliating this was... but she was clearly making me cuckold myself in front this guy. "well .. okay I guess." She stepped toward me and kissed me tenderly and then passionately. Her tongue felt hot in my mouth. I reached for her waist to bring her closer but she broke off with a lingering kiss and soft eyes. Dan was smiling at us. "How about we all do a shot?" He announced. Shots were ordered and served and we raised our glasses in a toast. "To good times with Jenny!" Dan exclaimed. "Wait, I can't toast myself!" Jenny laughed. "Okay.. To bad guys and horny wives." She gave him a look of mock disapproval. They entwined their arms, took each other's shot, and started kissing. They kissed deeply in a uninhibited display of lurid lust. Their hands groped each other. I sipped my shot and attempted to looked away. I lowered my eyes.. down to her tits, pressing against him as they made out; down at his hands.. slowly caressing her ass. To the floor now.. and her cute little boots.. up on tip toes. I shifted my hard-on and sipped my shot. Eventually she asked him to meet her outside excused herself to the restroom. I looked at Dan, he was younger and more handsome then I realized.. maybe college age, fairly tall, good posture.. striking brown eyes with a glint of bad-boy. He looked at me seriously and said, "Don't worry I'll take good care of her." "I'm sure you will!" I replied thickly. He guffawed and playfully punched me on the shoulder, then turn to the door to fetch his car. Jenny came out of the restroom and walked up to me. She whispered in my ear: "I'm about to fuck another man, I'll give you one last chance to stop me, because I don't want you whining about it later." "No, it's okay, I can handle it." I replied weakly. She brushed her hand over my cock. I was very hard. Something made her smile. She leaned in to whisper again: "He has a bigger cock then you, I felt it outside when we were making out" She kissed me teasingly. "Are you really sure you want your little girl riding it all night?" "What if he wants your ass?" I croaked. She chuckled. "I hadn't thought about it, but it turns me on knowing that it worries you." she mocked, and then pressed something into my hand. "Take these home and think about what I'll be doing all night. Don't wait up, but I want you awake when I get home." She turned and walked out. I opened my hand to reveal a red thong. They were already wet.