10 comments/ 201497 views/ 7 favorites Pam and Me By: alabamacowboy It was a hot, humid day in June, typical of June in Alabama. My wife was away at school, and I was home. Alone. And horny as hell. I decided to go for a walk. Stripped to my shorts, I thought I'd get some sun while I walked. I did a couple of miles, and was sweating like a racehorse. Hearing a vehicle approaching behind me, I turned to see a minivan, driven by my sister, Pam. As she slowed to a stop beside me, she rolled down her window and flashed a sexy smile. I also saw her 2 boys asleep in the back. "Whatcha up to?" she drawled as only a girl from Alabama can. "Out for a walk, it's too hot to run," I replied, propping in the open window, enjoying the cool air from the a/c. "I thought you were going to start walking with me." The a/c wasn't all I was enjoying, as Pam was dressed in a skirt and a low cut sleeveless thingy, which was almost exposing her tits. Tits I dreamed of fondling, but I had always kept my distance. She was my wife's sister, for God's sake. But, like I said, I was alone. And horny. "I'd love to walk with you. But you're almost home now..."she trailed off, wistfully. "Why don't you drop the kids at your mothers, and come back over?" I asked, looking inside at her legs. Feeling bold, I reached in and stroked her arm lightly, caressing her bicep, near her succulent breast."I'm already sweaty, so ..." "I don't know. We don't need to start any rumors." "How are we going to start any rumors, just walking?" Encouraged when she didn't move her arm away, I slipped my hand up to caress her cheek, then down to her neck, pulling her slightly toward my face. I was now only inches from her lips, lips I wanted to kiss, yet knew not to try, not right now. But I couldn't resist her breasts. With the tip of my index finger, I stroked downward from the hollow at the base of her throat, as far down as I could between her tits. She was wearing rose tinted shades, and I could barely see her eyes, but I could see that she had closed them, and leaned her head against the headrest. "Ummmm, you shouldn't be doing that," she said, without conviction. "What should I be doing?" I asked, undoing the highest button she had buttoned."Should I stop?" No response, so I continued, undoing her blouse to her shirt. Reaching inside, I stroked the bare skin of her breast over her bra, then slipped the cup down, exposing her erect nipple. It was brown, as big as an eraser, and hard as my dick was getting. I teased her nipple, pinching and rolling it between my thumb and forefinger. Moaning softly, she said,"You really should stop." "If you insist," I replied, withdrawing my hand and casually dropping it to her knee, which I began to stroke. I slipped my hand a little higher each time, until I felt her wet panties. And I do mean wet! Looking at her face, I saw a smile begin to spread across her lips. Slipping a finger underneath the narrow crotch, I parted her lips, easing inside her. Suddenly, her head shot up, and she said, "I'll be right back." "We both know where this is heading. If you come back, you know what will happen. If you don't, I'll understand." As she drove away, I started toward home. I held my finger to my lips, savoring her aroma, then licking her fluid. At least, I knew what her pussy smelled like. It took me about five minutes to get home. I stripped off my shorts and was about to get in the shower, when I heard a car outside. A mo0ment later, Pam let herself in. Her blonde ringlets framing her beautiful face. "I can't believe we're doing this," she grinned, then began to undress, dropping her skirt to the floor and skimming her panties down her legs. Pam is about 5'5", maybe 5'6", and 120 lbs, with a perfect little waist. She pulled the blouse off, and her bra hit the floor next. "You have to fuck me now. We don't have much time." Taking her into my arms, I finally kissed her. Her tiny hand found my cock, and she grasped it as we kissed. My mouth found her nipples, and I sucked them like a madman. Pushing me back onto the bed, she easily mounted me. Her shaved cunt was so wet, we had already done all the foreplay that was needed. I was buried to the hilt in the warmest, wettest pussy I had ever felt. I'd like to say we fucked for hours, but it lasted only minutes. We both exploded into orgasmic bliss, then hurriedly dressed. "Next time, we'll take our time," she said as she kissed me bye, slamming the door behind her. Next time? Oh, hell yeah!! Pam and Me Ch. 02 Chapter 2: Next Time It had been several weeks since my experience with my sister, and I was beginning to think "next time" might never happen. I resigned myself to the fact that I might never have her again, but I had my memories of that one time. I started out the door for my daily walk, when she turned into the drive. Pulling up beside me, I saw she was alone. Opening the door, she asked, "Going for a walk?" "No, I'm going skiing. Duh.." She laughed. "Mind if I walk with you?" "Of course not, but what will the neighbors say," I teased. "They'll say they should be walking with us." "Where are the boys? How did you get away by yourself?" She grinned at me, her pale blue eyes twinkling. "I asked my mother to keep them. I told her I needed some alone time. I just didn't tell her I would be alone with you." I couldn't help staring at her. As I told you earlier, she has light blonde hair and pale blue eyes, and a great pair of tits. Even after two kids in three years, she was still hot. She wasn't skinny, like today's idols, but more like Jennifer Lopez, with a really fantastic ass. Today she had on shorts and a t-shirt, typical soccer mom garb, and tennis shoes. Very conservative, but still hot. Me, I'm not too bad but I am twice her age. I try to stay in shape, eat healthy, exercise when I find the time. Now, I'm a writer, so I should always be able to find the time, right? Not me. I write when the mood hits me, and sometimes I forget everything else. I have gray hair, and a moustache like Paul Senior on Orange County Choppers. As a matter of fact, I've been told I'm a better looking version of him!! "Well, lets get going," she said. We started walking, and talking, reacquainting ourselves. We had been close when I married her sister, but then she got knocked up and married that piece of shit, Thomas. She wasn't happy, and I knew she needed to vent, so I mostly listened. She talked, I listened, and we walked. Before I knew it, we were back where we started, in my driveway. "Pam, you are a beautiful woman, any man would give his left nut to be with you. Why do you put up with that son of a bitch?" "Because of the boys. They idolize him, and he loves them. I think they are the only thing he loves." Her eyes brimmed with tears, and I took her in my arms. "He's a fool", I said. I looked into her eyes, and said the only thing I could think of. "If you need anything, someone to talk to, I'm here." "I know you are, and I'm glad." Looking at her watch, she said, "I guess I should go. It has been wonderful having time alone, with you." "Why don't you come in and shower. I'm sure Jodi has something you can wear." Actually, the two sisters were so close in looks, they could pass for, well, sisters. Not twins, 'cause Jodi has red hair and green eyes. But they resemble each other, in their faces. Other ways, they were worlds apart. Jodi was obsessed with her career as a nurse, always studying, at school, or working. We hardly ever had time for sex. Pam was more laid back. She had always been a flirt. And, apparently, she loved sex. She had a reputation in high school, and rumors floated of her having a boyfriend. Who would blame her, if they knew Thomas. "Well, we are already sweaty. Okay." "Good. You use the guest bath, and I'll use the master. You know where the towels are." We went our separate ways. As I said, I had resigned myself to the fact that next time would not come. After my shower, I slipped on a robe, and retired to my recliner, turning on a movie, which was in the player. Of course, it was a porn movie. I started to turn it off, then thought better of it. I wanted to see Pam's reaction. A few minutes later, she came in, wrapped in a bath towel. It reached from just above her breasts to just below her crotch. She sat on the sofa, and asked, "What are you watching?" "A love story," I replied. At that moment, the couple on screen began to kiss, passionately. Soon, they were naked, and he was sporting a massive erection. "I've never seen one of these before," she said, never taking her eyes from the screen. "Would you like for me to stop it?" "No, I want to watch." So, we watched as the couple onscreen kissed, caressed, and touched one another. My cock was getting hard, hell it was throbbing. I could tell from the way Pam was squirming, she, too, was getting turned on. I decided to be bold. I opened my robe, and caressed my cock. Pam looked at me, then back at the screen. It was dark in the room, except for the light from the television, but I could see her hand creep up her thigh, to her cunt just behind the towel. I watched her, and she would sneak a peek at my dick as I stroked it. When the man on screen fell to his knees in front of his co-star, I made my move. Stepping over to my sister, I, too, dropped to my knees. Bending forward, I kissed her, with as much lust as was being displayed on my television. Pam moaned around my tongue, and rocked her pelvis upward in the most wanton way. Opening the towel, I exposed her treasures to my eyes, my hands, my lips. I wanted to devour her, and I did, beginning with her neck, trailing across her chest. My hands found the mounds of her breasts, and I squeezed them, working my fingers to her nipples. When I pinched them, she growled, "God, yesss." Okay, she likes it rough. I'll give her what she wants, but not until I'm ready. Grasping her by her hips, I jerked her to the edge of the sofa. I slid my hands downward, parting her legs and exposing her sex lewdly. I pushed her legs upward. Rocking her pelvis up, exposing her tiny brown asshole. I dropped my face to her crotch and began to devour her, eating her pussy like a madman, and she was loving every minute of it. I licked her ass, then split her cunt with my tongue. She bucked against me, and I licked and sucked her to her first orgasm. Slipping two fingers into her box, my third finger found it's way into her ass. Screaming, she continued to cum. My cock had to have its way with her, so I rose up and aligned the head with her slippery gash, and then slammed it home with one thrust. I had never seen a woman who could cum continuously, but she never missed a beat. I fucked her like this until I was ready to cum myself, then withdrew from her and pulled her to the floor, on her knees in front of the sofa. Her entire crotch was soaked with her juices, as was my cock. I aimed at her puckered anus, then began to enter her. "OH MY GOD DON'T STOP", she groaned as I fucked her ass. I had no intention of stopping! Reaching around with my right hand I was going for her clit, but found her hand there, furiously stroking her button. After a few minutes of pounding into her ass, she came, which sent me over the edge. I filled her ass with my jism. Exhausted, we collapsed on the floor, my dick still in her ass. She squeezed, and I groaned. "Looks like someone needs another shower," I heard a voice say. Wait a minute! That wasn't Pam!! I slowly looked up, into my wife's face! Oh God, I'm a dead man! But wait! She was smiling! What the hell was going on? "Honey, I know I haven't been taking care of you like I should, so I discussed our problem with Pam. She agreed, without too much persuasion, to help us out. You two can get together anytime you want, but you have to fuck me when I want it. Agreed?" What could I say? "Oh, hell yeah!" Pam and Mr. Litton Pam was thrilled. She finally managed to get out of math class. Now she could sneak out with her friends a whole hour before lunch. She turned down the hallway and spotted Mr. DeLoy, the principal, headed in her direction. She stopped in her tracks. His face was set in an evil grimace and he was glancing side to side as he stormed down the hall. He appeared to be looking for trouble, and Pam didn't want it to be her. She took a shortcut through the gym to avoid him and not risk detention for skipping class. Just before he looked in her direction she ducked through the gym door and stood with her back pressed against the wall and watched through the small windows set in the doors as he walked past. She was holding her breath and let it out in one big sigh of relief. She started to walk across the gym to the doors at the other end when she heard a voice shout, "Pam!" and froze. But when she turned, it wasn't DeLoy, but Jim Litton, the gym teacher. "Are you planning to come to class today?" he asked, as he strode toward her with his arms swinging at his sides. "I was thinking about it," Pam said. "You sure you're not thinking about other things?" "Like what?" "Like boys." Pam put her hands on her hips, turning her big, innocent eyes up to him. "Mr. Litton, do you think all I care about is boys?" "Yes. I see you watching all the boys. I know." Pam grinned. "What else do you know?" "Oh, I know a thing or two." Pam stepped closer to him. "Oh, yeah? I know a thing or two about you, too." He lowered his voice. "Like what?" "Like how much you like to look at girls. Especially me." His eyebrows went up, but he remained cool. Most of the boys she knew broke into a nervous sweat when she confronted them with the possibility of sex. Litton's unexpected reaction intrigued her. "I know how much you like to look at my legs when I wear shorts in class." He chuckled and looked around. "You don't miss much, do you?" "Not much." "I do like your legs. I like it so much more when you bend over." Pam was shocked by something so bold from a teacher. She struggled to look as cool as he was, even though on the inside she was so turned on her wet pussy was soaking her panties. "What do you see when I bend over?" She glanced down at his crotch and saw the outline of his hard penis. "I see an ass that begs to be touched," he said, grabbing his crotch. His cock swelled in his pants, like a long banana stuffed in his pocket. Pam squirmed in her tight jeans. She licked her lips. Anything was better than being busted by DeLoy. She put her hand on his crotch and rubbed it. He stiffened. His hands dropped from his hips, clenching and unclenching. "Do you want to do it with me?" she whispered, and stroked her hand up the inside of his thigh and over the rigid bulge. Her fingers started to work down the zipper of his pants. "Not here," he whispered, stopping her. "Come on." He took her hand and led her out the gym and across the hall to his office, with the words Athletic Director printed on the door, which he unlocked and opened. Pam was about to reach for the front of his pants again, but noticed a group of people sitting along the wall in the adjacent corridor, eating their lunches. One guy caught her eye just as she turned away and followed Litton into the office. "I wanna see your cock," Pam gasped, pinning Litton against the door as soon as he locked it. Immediately her hands were pulling off his shirt and ripping open his pants. "Why don't you give me a blow job?" "I will, as soon as I get your pants off." For some reason, she was having difficulty with the zipper on the front of his pants. She couldn't remember ever having so much trouble getting at a cock, but his damn pants were frustrating the hell out of her. "Goddamn it, what the hell's wrong with your pants? I can't get them open," she said. "Let me get it, you just take your clothes off." Pam stepped back and he yanked his zipper down and his pants hit the floor. Her face lit up when his dick jumped out. She fell to her knees in front of him, taking it deep into her mouth. "Oh, Pam," Litton moaned, putting his hand on top of her head. "You make me feel more like a man than any other woman I've ever met." Pam ignored his inane jabber and sucked. She didn't care what he felt, she just wanted his cock in her mouth. She put a hand around each of his legs to help her bob her head and keep her mouth around his pole. Each time she went down, his balls slapped against her chin and the head of his cock touched the back of her throat. It wasn't nearly as long as Ethan's, but at the moment it was just fine. Moaning with joy and mumbling something about being in paradise, Litton closed his hands around the sides of Pam's head, pressing in on her ears and holding her firmly. She let him hold her head and moaned. She didn't want him to cum in her mouth right away and go soft on her. She pulled his cock out of her mouth and licked her way up his body, stopping at his bellybutton and his nipples. Her tongue weaved like a pink snake through the dark hair on his chest. "If DeLoy found out what we were doing right now, he'd fire me and kick you out of school," he said. Pam pumped his dick in her hand. "So don't tell him. Let him get his own girl. I bet he's got his hands on more girls in this school than all the guys on the football team." She rubbed her crotch against his thigh and he squeezed her tits. He put his hand on her ass and pulled her tight against his body. Litton raised her shirt and was in the middle of getting her bra open when she turned away and strutted the few feet to his desk. She leaned over it, facing away from him, and arched her back while she pushed her jeans down, exposing her ass. The waist band of her jeans slid down over the round curve of her hips, revealing the tight, French cut pink bikini panties beneath. She looked back over her shoulder to see how good her ass looked, and noticed how her hair fell down her bare back almost to the edge of her panties. With her jeans down to her knees, she hooked a finger under the edge of her panties and tugged. The elastic waistband stretched down and the rest of her panties followed, revealing her bare, white ass. "Oh good God," Litton mumbled. Pam turned her eyes up to his, still looking back over her shoulder, with a pout on her lips. She bent forward a little more to let him see just a hint of her pink pussy lips hiding between her thighs. She was warm and as wet. She looked at his cock. It looked hard enough to drill through a concrete wall. "Would you mind?" Pam whispered in a breathy, sexy, little girl's voice. "I have a little itch down there and I just can't reach it." "I'd be glad to help you out, young lady," he said, sauntering towards her as if being led by his dick. Pam giggled. Litton positioned himself right up to her ass and held her hips with one hand while he used the other to put the tip of his cock into her cunt. "Little girls like you shouldn't talk to big strangers like me. It might get you in a lot of trouble." Pam spread her legs a bit wider and moaned as he pushed his dick into her pussy. She leaned on her elbows on the desk and let her hair fall over her face. "I like this kind of trouble," she moaned, twisting her hips. "I bet you do." His cock plunged into her tunnel. He held her slim waist and pressed his groin firmly against her ass. Pam pressed back. She listened to his heavy breathing and happy grunts and watched their reflection in the glass bookcase door behind the desk. She smiled, amused by the cute expression on his face. His forehead was dotted with tiny beads of sweat, like he had just come out of a shower. His eyes were squeezed shut, which wrinkled his forehead like an old dirt road, and his lips made funny little puckering motions, all twisted and screwed up. He had a funny way of breathing in small, controlled, regulated puffs, as if he was running a marathon and needed to conserve his energy. He pumped very steadily, very regularly, and it felt very good, good enough to make her want to keep this up for a long time. She liked the way he screwed and was glad she had taken this opportunity to make it with a man she had wanted like this for almost three years. If she had known when she was just a freshman how easy it would be to get inside his pants, she could have done this much sooner. She thought back to the first day of gym class her freshman year, when she met Jim Litton for the first time. She remembered the way he caught her attention when he walked in by lifting and moving the band podium, something everyone else in school considered to be immovable because of its size and weight and he put it out of the way on his own without breaking a sweat. The powerful, bulging muscles in his legs and arms made her insides quiver that day, and since then she'd always wanted to put her hands on those muscles. His hands were squeezing her hips. He quickened his pace, pumping her harder like he was close to cumming. She was panting and moaning, tightening and releasing her grip on the edge of the desk. His hard thrusts rocked her back and forth on the balls of her feet like she was a tall pole in a strong wind. Her short moans grew quicker than his thrusts, and then she began to squeal. At the same time, his steady, regular pumping became long, hard strokes, until she felt streams of warm, thick cum gushing from the end of his cock. His hips slapped her ass and she gritted her teeth, grunting each time. He finished and breathed a long sigh of relief. Pam was breathing hard, but he was hardly worked up. He continued to poke his dick around inside her and she continued to crank her hips. His sperm churned deep inside her, making her feel warm and relaxed all over. "Oh, yeah," he sighed. Pam rested her chin in her palms with a satisfied grin, while he rubbed her ass and slowly stroked her cunt with his cock. He reached under and squeezed her tits. "You better get back to class now," he whispered in her ear. "I am in class. I'm in sex-ed." She pushed her ass up a little higher and thought she felt his cock growing hard again. "You're a horny fucking little girl." He began to fuck her faster. "I'm not a little girl. Oh!" she gasped. He was hard again and he was going to make her cum. "Oh, my. Oh, yes, Mr. Litton," she moaned, biting her lip and clawing at the desk. She squeezed her eyes shut and groaned long and loud, absently wondering if the people out in the hall could hear them. "Oh, yeah," he moaned again, squirting more cum into her pussy. They froze together in position, neither of them moaning, just breathing hard and both of them had their eyes closed. "One more time?" Pam asked, trying to catch her breath. "More? You got enough cum in you now to impregnate half the girls in this school. I hope you're on the pill." "With that much sperm I could have twins, couldn't I?" She looked back over her shoulder with a smile. "Don't say shit like that. The last thing I need is to get a student pregnant." He pulled his wet cock out with a loud slurp and stuffed it back into his pants. "I guess we'll find out in a couple of months, won't we?" Pam remained leaning over the desk with her ass in the air. The cool air against her warm cunt felt nice. "How old are you?" Pam laughed and stood up. "Eighteen." "Jesus, I'm fucked." "So am I," Pam said nonchalantly, checking the flow of sperm from her cunt. "You did give me a lot," she said, with her hand between her thighs. "This is gonna feel good all day." She slowly pulled her panties up while he stood by the door and watched. She pulled the pink fabric snug against her crotch and his sperm quickly soaked through, making a large, dark stain. She pulled her tight jeans up over her hips, swaying her hips from side to side to slide them on. She rehooked her bra, adjusting it over her tits and pulled her shirt back down. In only moments there was a small wet stain in the crotch of her jeans. "Anytime you want some more of that sperm, you just stop by and tell me. My dick's always hard for you," he said. Pam smiled and reached between his legs. "Goddamn, it is hard. You're like a fountain of sperm, aren't you?" She was just about to get down and suck his cock again, but he opened the door and the people sitting out in the hallway looked up at them. She quickly took a serious attitude to hide what they were really doing. "Thank you, Mr. Litton," she said and walked away just as the lunch bell rang and all the students jumped up to go to their next class. Pam and My Virgin Plan "The bastard! The lying bastard! He told me he loved me, now he's fucking somebody else! The bastard!" Pam was standing in the doorway of my cabin. Since I knew her only by sight, I was mystified why she was sharing this confidence with me. "Hi, Pam. What happened?" "Mark's a bastard, a real bastard! He told me he loved me and I believed him!" She started to cry. "I'm so sorry, Pam. Please, sit down." I stood up and guided her to the only place to sit in the cabin, my bunk. I brushed the hair off her face. "He's a bastard, a real bastard. He played me for a fool. Now everybody knows. I hate him! I hate him!" I ran my washcloth under cold water, wrung it out, and gently cooled her flushed face. Suddenly she grabbed it and flung completely across the room and started raging. "He fucked me and dumped me! He had no right! The bastard! The goddamned bastard!" Pam pulled me down on top of her, pulled my face to hers, and nearly sucked my lungs out. She ripped my shirt and pulled at my pants. I was stunned, but, since she was obviously in no mood to be stopped, I stood her up and we tore into each other. She couldn't have gotten much out of the sex except for revenging herself on her absent boyfriend. It was "bastard! goddamn fucking bastard!" and more of the same as I came. There was cum all over. I still had my socks on and somehow her bra was entangled between us. As we lay beside each other I had to say something to break the tension. "We haven't been formally introduced. I know you're Pam. Well, I'm Peter." "Pleased to meet you, Peter," and she started to cry, in long wracking sobs that shook her body. I held her against me. Her nipples were being stroked by the hair on my chest even as I breathed as shallowly as I could. Slowly, gradually, her sobs slowed and she snuggled against me. "I owe you an apology, Peter. My behavior was totally inappropriate." Every male on board had noticed Pam and had speculated about why she was here. The student handbook said she attended the Ecole des Beaux-Arts in Paris, an education far different from the state colleges that dominated the resumes of the rest of the students. With her long blond hair, patrician nose, 5-foot-9 frame, and absolute openness, she charmed everyone she met. She was always well-dressed, even when she wore cutoffs and a sweatshirt. She was everyone's idea of worldliness and sophistication. Pam was nineteenth-century robber baron rich. She graduated from a refined French finishing school in Switzerland was a second-year student at the Ecole. Her family had brought her back to Pittsburgh last summer to break up her relationship with Mark, a stringer for several American newspapers who was based in Paris. She pretended that she was over him and said that she wanted to see the world, so her parents booked her on the student cruise where I was a junior faculty member. She planned to go to Paris when we reached Amsterdam, the voyage's second stop, and not return to the ship. "We agreed to meet at the Hilton. I waited all day for him, but he didn't show up. I called every one of our friends but they didn't know where he was. Finally one of them admitted that Mark had met another girl at the Ecole and that they were probably in the country at her parents' summer place. "I was so angry! I went to his apartment and used the key he had given me, but it didn't work. The bastard had changed the locks! I was so humiliated I broke my key off in the lock. "You are a dead ringer for him, Peter. The black beard, the black hornrims, even the way you talk and walk. I was going to say something to you once, but then I thought, 'no, he'll think I'm coming on to him.' "After I admitted to myself that he'd dumped me, I caught the train back here. I took a chance that you would be in your cabin. I'm glad you were." "I am too, Pam. That was wonderful, you have a real knack for fucking." "Thanks Peter. Mark said that, too. He's so sweet. He — damn! God damn! Why am I talking like this? I'm never going to see him again. Damn him! Damn damn damn! Fucking goddamn bastard!" and she started crying again. Our second round was not as wanton as our first. Pam worked at dominating me. She had this way of grabbing my cock with her vaginal muscles and holding it absolutely still, making it almost painful to cum. She liked pushing her breasts up with her hands to be kissed and rubbed with my beard. We started out slowly but she had no real interest in foreplay, just wanted to get my cock in her. Her hips seemed like mirror images of mine and we meshed quickly and confidently. What pushed her over the edge to a small orgasm was a little bad language whispered in her ear and my holding her ass and pounding her really hard. "I don't know what I'm going to do now," she said, a little plaintively, after we cleaned up with the only towel I had. "Well, what was your plan with Mark?" I asked. "Even if my parents disapproved, my grandmother would send me enough to rent an apartment and live with Mark. We did that for four months before mother came to Paris and found out about us." "Well, you still have friends in Paris. Why not go back to your studies at the Ecole?" "I've lived in France since I was 14, first at boarding school and then at the Ecole. I've travelled all over, skied everywhere you can. I had a Eurail Pass the summer after I graduated from boarding school and went to 23 cities. Europe is lovely and has recovered so well from the War. But it's not the entire world, no matter what my parents think." "So-o-o-o?" I coaxed. "So I think I'll stay with this cruise. You and I will fuck our way around the world." In the 1960s there were not the hard rules in colleges about fraternizing with students that exist today. So in our first faculty meeting after we left New York it was not even discussed. I did learn, though, that of the 600 students on board, 375 were females and only 225 were males. The "dean for student personnel" (that's what she was called) told us that previous voyages had had some difficulties because of the male-female imbalance. It had gotten to the point that on the last voyage more than two dozen girls had quit and gone home before the first half of the voyage was over. Confidentially, she informed us, the situation was so difficult that the college had been decided that this voyage was going to be split into two separate voyages, with a midpoint in Los Angeles in late January. The program had become sufficiently popular that the school could replenish dropouts with new students at that point, thus keeping enrollment up. Faculty contracts would be "adjusted accordingly," which meant that if enrollment in a course for the second-half of the voyage was not high enough, that class and the faculty who taught it would be replaced. Our class plans would, of course, have to be revised for the shortened voyage. In addition, the Dean said that the college wanted more faculty involvement on a daily basis with the students. "Become part of their world, not only in class but in their free time," she said. Since the senior faculty had no interest in this (and the college had no hold on them as they were all visiting faculty), it was clear that we junior faculty were expected to fraternize with our students. I was just over draft age and armed with a Masters from Yale. At each port I would take two to four students a full-day tour of the city's infrastructure: the sewers, waterways, dumps, food markets, and the like that make this particular urban community work. In two class meetings after the ship left for the next port, the students would lead the discussion of what they had learned, prompted by a series of planted questions I had prepared. Of the 17 ports we would be visiting on the revised schedule, 13 were suitable for this program. I was thrilled to finally be a full-fledged instructor with my own class as well as continuing as a section of a larger class. So, while Pam was amazingly attractive and had a sexuality I'd only read about, getting "married" to her was not something I wanted to do. "Pam, if I ever want to die of sex, I'll be at your door. But the way I teach makes me need to spend time with these kids, plus the administration wants us to hang out in the student lounge." "Crap," she snorted. "Well, look at it from their point of view. This voyage makes the school a lot of money, if they can sell all the spots they have. And the kids aren't here just for the education, they want a social life. With the imbalance between the number of boys and girls, there are morale problems." "So I'm supposed to sacrifice you to the greater good, so that you can reluctantly fuck 30 girls in eight months to keep the Dean happy?" "That's not quite how I'd put it. And 30 is almost three times the number of girls I've had in my entire life." "Can we at least sleep together from time to time? I feel so comfortable with you." "Yes, of course, I want that very much." The boat was scheduled for a 2359 departure, nine hours from now. Pam and I found a small café on the docks and she taught me about moules marinieres. She claimed that they had aphrodisiac powers. Whether or not that was true, our lovemaking was far more sweet, even romantic, than it had been. As we cuddled afterward, I could see that Pam was mulling something. As long as it did not involve bashing the absent Mark with my body, that was okay with me. "Peter, not having you to myself is tough for me. But I see the situation you're in and I'm willing to accept it. "I told you what my plans were. Now I want to know: what is your plan for the voyage?" "Will you promise not to be offended at what I'm about to tell you? Or think I'm a pig?" "That's a tall order, Peter. If I do I won't tell you. So what is it?" "This will be my 'Virgins Cruise.' I will have two objectives: successfully conduct my infrastructure tour of the port city and teach a different virgin what love-making is all about." "Didn't have that limitation on the top of your head when I burst into your cabin, did you?" Pam leered. I blushed. "I'd met a girl in New York before we left. We agreed to meet in Brussels and I hadn't been back two hours when you appeared. Between the two of you, my mind was lost in the blaze of lust." "What's this thing about virgins?" "I like teaching because of the thrill of opening minds to ideas I understand and believe it. Scholarship, original inquiry, discovery, synthesizing it into knowledge and using it or going in a new direction with it. For me there's pleasure in seeing it happen and in making it happen. And it starts over every semester. It seems like this is what happens when you introduce virgins to sex." "And how do you plan to select these girls?" "Well, that is a problem. I can't tell who's a virgin and who's not just by just looking at a girl. And that makes it difficult to carry out my plan with any efficiency. I love the courtship part of having a new lover, but it's a waste if I invest it all in pursuit of someone who turns out to already have had sex. I need a way to know for sure that a girl is a virgin and that she's interested in me. I need a spotter." "You want — you want someone to pimp for you?" "That's putting it a little crassly. But, yes." "Any candidates?" "Yes. You." "I think I'm not flattered. What makes you think I'd do this? For that matter, what makes you think I'd be good at it?" "I see in you someone who likes a challenge. You understand manipulation. And you have charisma. Everyone wants your approval and wants to tell you their secrets." "I'm surprised at how true that is, Peter. You wouldn't believe how many girls want to talk with me. I guess I seem exotic, sophisticated even. So I could find out their status. And since I think you're a kind and gentle lover, a sensitive soul, I wouldn't be afraid to be responsible for putting them in your hands. In fact, if I had it to do over again, I might even want this to be the way I lost my virginity — a shipboard romance." She paused. I trembled in hope. "Alright Peter, you've got yourself a pimp. God, how I hate that word! Let's say I'm your social advisor. Okay?" We were to sail after midnight for Athens, but there were to be eight days at sea in order to get classroom time in. I had to prepare and teach my classes tomorrow, so I would focus on that. We decided that Pam would develop a list of candidates and we would meet in my cabin after 10 to discuss our next move. We made love and fell asleep in my bunk. Our meeting was all business. "Peter, first of all I want to declare a slight change in our deal. I am not going to sit and wait for you to be available. I am going to have my own sex life. Now this may not come as a complete surprise to you, but I want to put it out on the table. "I've gone through the student handbook, looking at the photos and connecting names to faces. For both of us. For me there are six students and four faculty members. And I like three officers. I think I will have a good time." I was jolted. "The faculty — are they married?" That could be really dangerous for me if I were connected to anything bad that happened. "One of them is," she said levelly. "But that will be his problem. "Anyway, I am amazed at the number of kids I know so far. I'm not even ruling out the nurses, though how any woman could go through four years of nursing school without getting fucked is beyond me. "There are 26 girls on first review who I think are likely virgins." She handed me a legal-pad sheet of names, in alphabetical order. I was stunned. I ran down the list to see if any of them were in my classes, finding only two, both of whom I found attractive. "It might be smart not to get involved with girls in your classes, because they might feel pressured for grades." "You're right. So that leaves 24." "You should go over the list and eliminate any you don't feel like, uh, dating. I'll let you know the girls I have a pretty good idea who like you enough to be responsive. There are small dots next to three already, who I know think you're 'sweet.' You could work on one of them for a day and see whether I'm a good judge of character. "Remember, Peter, there's a boy shortage here. Some of the girls are already getting the idea that it's going to be hard to find someone if they aren't aggressive." We made love but she returned to her cabin. My seduction plan was to be myself. That is, I like to talk to students in an informal setting, usually over coffee or food. I want to see what they are like, ask them to reveal themselves a little bit, even reveal a small intimacy of my own. As a graduate student, it was a cheap date and a great way to revel in the college scene. I'd met all but one of my graduate-school lovers that way. Sparking a shipboard romance wouldn't be that different. There was the problem that the ship had no place for privacy outside of individual cabins, so courting would have to be done in the open. I would have to take more chances than I usually did, inviting someone to my room quicker. And the gossip mill would be virtually instantaneous. Still, I was already spending two hours a day in the student lounge in a marathon game of cutthroat Hearts. The play-for-points game attracted onlookers with nothing else to do. There were a couple of pretty regular players but for the most part we drifted in and out. I played with energy but alas no real skill. I recognized one of the "dotted" girls as an occasional onlooker at the game. Her name was Stacy. Pam and Nancy I met Pam in my junior year at college. She had taken the seat next to me on the first day of Managerial Economics. As far as meetings go it was not an auspicious one. I glanced over at her when she sat down and that glance turned into a long appreciative look. She was a sexy looking ash blond, but what caught my attention were the long legs sticking out from under the short skirt and the pair of four inch 'come fuck me' heels on her feet. I have always been a leg man and high heels have always been a turn on for me. What my attention got me was a: "What the fuck are you looking at asshole?" That of course pissed me off and so I said, "If you are dumb enough to have to ask that question you obviously aren't smart enough to understand the answer." Before it could go any farther Professor Smythe called the class to order. When class was over I was on my feet and rushing out the door. My next class was in ten minutes and Carlyle Hall was on the other side of the campus. ++++++++++++++++++ At twelve I was sitting at a table in the Student Union cafeteria having lunch and reviewing my afternoon class schedule when my attention was pulled away from what I was reading by someone pulling out a chair and sitting down at my table. I looked up and saw that it was the leggy ash blond. "Just what the fuck did you mean by your smart assed remark this morning?" As they had in class her words and tone of voice got to me. I looked at my watch and said: "It has been two hours and twenty minutes since I said it and you still haven't figured it out? Well I did say you were dumb and stupid didn't I." She reached over, picked up my glass of water and tossed it in my face as she said "Fuckhead!" and then got up and stormed off. Managerial Econ was a Monday/Thursday class and the next time I saw the ash blond was at the Thursday class. I waited in the hall until I saw her enter the classroom and take her seat and then I walked in and tipped the cup of water I was carrying so the water ran down the back of her neck. It got a predictable reaction and a "What the fuck?!!" out of her. I just smiled at her and said: "Surely in one of your high school classes you must have learned of Newton's Third Law. That for every action there is an opposite and equal reaction? Or maybe you have heard the modern day equivalent. What goes around comes around." "Fuckhead" she snarled as she got up to go to the girl's lavatory to dry off or whatever. When she came back class was already in session and as she took her seat Professor Smythe said: "Class starts at 9:05 Miss Stewart. I would appreciate it if you would be in your seat by then and not create a disruption by coming in late." This got me a look from the ash blond (other than hearing Smythe call her Miss Stewart I still didn't know her name) that should have killed me on the spot. A glance or two during the class showed that she was still steaming and no doubt was waiting for the end of class so she could get at me, but the same as Monday as soon as class was over I was up and running to my next class. As I hurried to class I was trying to make up my mind on whether or not to take lunch in the cafeteria. The odds were pretty damned good that Miss Stewart would be there expecting to see me or at least hoping to. Did I want another confrontation? Then I smiled as I realized that of course I did. I was getting a kick out of tweaking Miss Stewart's nose. As I carried my tray to an empty table I looked around the room, but I didn't see the sexy ash blond, but that meant nothing as she could arrive at any minute. I chose a table close to the wall and sat in the chair that put my back to it so she couldn't sneak up on me. I was joined at the table, but not by Miss Stewart. Billy Neubert sat down across from me. I'd known Billy for years. He had been my next door neighbor for years until his folks had moved. We reconnected on the football field in the tenth grade when my school played his school. He was a wide receiver and I was a middle line backer and I didn't know it was him when I tackled him. When I offered him a hand to help him up he said: "Damn Rob; that ain't no way to treat an old friend." After that we had kept in touch. He was a better receiver than I was a line backer and he was attending school on a full athletic scholarship while my way was being paid by a trust fund that my grandparents had set up when I was born. After Billy sat down he said: "I saw Snake throw water in your face the other day and I heard that you got back at her today." "Snake? Who is Snake?" "That's the nickname we hung on Pam Stewart in high school." "Why would you call her Snake?" "Because she was like a snake in the grass. If you did anything to her that pissed her off she would lie in wait until she could strike back at you. I've seen her wait a year to get back at someone who pissed her off. Behaved like sugar and spice until she could get even. Just giving you a heads up bud. Keep an eye on her." I didn't see Miss Stewart that day and guessed that it would be Monday before we crossed paths again. I was wrong. ++++++++++++++++++++++ I didn't belong to a fraternity because I didn't have the time. Summers, weekends and a couple of times a week I worked at my Uncle Mike's brake shop or on construction with my Uncle Jim. My parents had given me a car on my sixteenth birthday with the caveat that I was responsible for plates, insurance, upkeep, and of course that gas to make it move. That meant job. Even though I didn't belong to a frat I did know plenty of guys who did and as a result I got invited to a lot of frat parties. It was Saturday night and I was at a party at the Pi Kappa Alpha house when I saw Pam Stewart come in with a guy I didn't know. I didn't know him, but I knew of him. He was a fullback on the football team and he had a reputation as a hot head and I could just see me getting into it with him if Miss Stewart and I continued our little feud and he decided to back her play. I wasn't afraid of him, but as an invited guest I didn't want to be part of a ruckus that might cause a problem for the fraternity. A fight could mean cops which could lead to God only knows what as far as the college administration was concerned. I decided to do my best to avoid Miss Stewart and her escort even if it meant leaving the party. My best wasn't good enough. About forty-five minutes after I saw Miss Stewart arrive I had to take a potty break and when I came out of the bathroom I found her standing in the hall just outside the door. She put her hands against my chest and pushed and I stumbled backward. By the time I caught my balance she had stepped into the bathroom and closed and locked the door. I don't know what her plans were, but it was obvious that she didn't expect me to do what I did. I stepped forward and put both of my hands against her chest – one hand over each boob – and pushed her back against the door as I said: "You are apparently a slow learner. Every action has an equal and opposite reaction. The 'what goes around comes around thing' you know." "Get your hands off my tits" she snarled. "No fucking way lady. You invited my hands on your chest when you put yours on my chest. Besides, they feel pretty damned good." She tried to bring her knee up into the family jewels, but I expected it and my legs were clamped together and I was standing too close to her and almost pushing my cock into her. Then I thought "Why not?" I pressed my body into her and I saw her eyes widen when she felt my hard cock pressing into her. Hey; I did say she was a sexy looking babe right? "Get away from me asshole or I'll scream rape." "Do it and get laughed at you stupid cunt. You were so intent on what you were planning for me that you didn't notice Billy Neubert and Harry Short standing in the hallway. They saw you ambush me, shove me back into the room and then follow me in." It was a lie, but one I thought I could get away with. "What are you going to do?" "I'm giving some serious thought to bending you over the sink and fucking you." "You wouldn't dare!" The words and tone pissed me off – something that Miss Stewart excelled in – and I laughed and said, "Oh no? I guess we will just have to see about that." She wasn't expecting it so it wasn't all that hard to do. I let go of her tits, grabbed her and pulled her over to the sink and bent her over it. She struggled, but it did her no good. She was a little thing, not much over five feet if that, and with my hand in the middle of her back holding her down the pointed toes of her CFMs were barely touching the floor so she couldn't get any leverage. With my free hand I pushed up her mini-skirt and exposed the black thong she was wearing. I pulled my zipper down and I felt her tense up as she heard it. I pulled the thong aside and said, "Here it comes" and I pushed my thumb into her pussy. She was dripping wet! She wanted it! She really wanted to be taken right then and there. She thought my thumb was the head of my cock starting into her and she moaned. I laughed, took my hands off of her and stepped back. She got her feet under her and turned to see me smiling at her as I sucked my thumb. "Not bad" I said as I gave it another lick. "Not bad at all" and I turned, unlocked the door and left her standing there in the room. As I walked down the hall I figured that it was probably best that I get the hell out of there. +++++++++++++++++++ As I headed for Managerial Econ on Monday I wondered what was in store for me. Not class wise, but from Miss Stewart. She was already there when I took my seat and she ignored me. Didn't even look my way once. At least not as far as I could tell. I did look at her though. And often. Short skirt leaving a lot of leg hanging out. Four inch heels on her feet. Oh yeah; I looked. I remembered the taste of her pussy and of course it made my dick hard. I was starting to regret not fucking her while I had her bent over that sink. I was remembering her taste on my thumb and how sexy her ass looked with her skirt pulled up and not paying attention to what was going on around me so it caught me by surprise when everyone started getting up and leaving the room. Before I could stand up and join them Miss Stewart plopped down on my lap. "You aren't running away on me this time. I want to know what you meant on that first day." I mentioned that looking at her and remembering the party at the frat house had given me a hard on right? I still had it, she was sitting on it and I was wishing that neither one of us ad clothes on. Usually her bossy attitude and the tone of her voice pissed me off, but for some reason (probably the little head's influence) this time I didn't flare up. "Get serious girl. There isn't a female over the age of twelve who doesn't know the effect she has on the opposite sex. You come into class dressed to attract male attention and then you get pissed off when you get it? I liked looking at what you were showing and you get hostile with me? Of course I got hostile back. You don't want guys looking at you like I was looking at you then you need to tone things down a bit. Longer skirts and tennis shoes instead of heels. But right now you need to get off me or I'll be late for my next class and you get marked down for being late." Then, in what I could only believe was a flat out invitation she said: "And as I recall you did seem to like the taste." No dummy me I said, "Damned right I did and we can discuss the topic over lunch at the cafeteria, but right now I need to get to my next class." "Till then" she said as she got off my lap and walked away. I had to run as fast as I could to do it, but I did get to Carlyle Hall on time. +++++++++++++++ On my way to the Student Union cafeteria I was asking myself if I was reading things wrong. Was Miss Steward just flirting and playing some sort of female game or had she in fact invited me to sample some more of 'her taste.' I had to admit that I wanted that taste. Miss Stewart was a very sexy looking girl and I was in a long dry spell. I hadn't been laid since my girlfriend Bonnie broke it off with me some nine months before. I still got pissed when I thought about it. We had been a couple since the eighth grade and had already started planning the wedding that would take place when we graduated from college. I'd already put an engagement ring on her finger and I remembered seeing it sparkle when she told me that she had to break our date that night. "I met a guy in one of my classes and he is taking me out tonight." "Let me get this straight. You are breaking a date with me, your fiancée, to go out with another guy?" I reached over, took her hand and pulled the ring off of it. Then, without another word I stood up and walked away from her. She called me two or three times a day for over a month, but I wouldn't talk to her. She tried to catch me at home, at work and at school, but as soon as I saw her I took off in the other direction. She called my parents and tried to get them to make me talk with her, but when they did I told them what had happened and they stopped pushing me to get in touch. Once she caught me sitting in a booth at a local pizza joint and she slid in next to me. With a wall to my left and her to my right she thought she had me pinned in place so she could finally talk to me. I did the only thing open to me. I shoved her out of the booth and onto the floor and then I stood up, stepped over her and walked out of the place. She eventually gave up trying to get me to talk to her. I still saw her around the campus from time to time and while she did smile at me I ignored her. Miss Stewart was not in the cafeteria when I got there, but she did get there just as I was sitting down at a table. She joined me and as soon as she sat down she said: "Tell me some more about how you like looking at me." "Why? When it obviously pissed you off when I did it." "I guess I need to apologize for going off on you like that. I went through a nasty breakup with my boyfriend and I've been down on men in general since then. They all – most of them anyway – act like pigs. Always looking at me as if I'm a piece of meat meant for their use. When I saw you looking at me I thought Oh boy; just what I need. Another pig and I'll be stuck sitting beside him all term." "If that's the case why did you keep after me after I snarled back at you?" "Because you did snarl back. I'm so used to guys backing off when I try to put them in their place that I was intrigued when you didn't back down and instead fired back." "You may change your mind on me because I am a pig. I was looking at you with thoughts of what I would like to do with you." "I doubt that. If you were a pig you would have done the deed when you had me over that sink. The fact that you could have but didn't just intrigued me more." I just sat there and looked at her for a bit and then said, "You wanted it didn't you. You were already wet when I pushed my thumb in you. You were wet and you moaned and it wasn't a moan of pain." She looked away for a second or so and then she turned back, looked me right in the eye and said: "At that exact minute yes I did want it. I didn't go into that bathroom with it on my mind and I wasn't thinking of it when you had your hands on my boobs, but something in the way you bent me over that sink coupled with the fact that I'm a very sexual person and hadn't been laid in over six months did something to me. There was a war going on in my head between a part of my brain screaming "Do it" and another part yelling back "Stop it. Don't let it happen." "If you would have walked out of the room when you pulled back we probably wouldn't be sitting here right now. But you didn't walk out of the room. You stood there smiling at me while licking your thumb and saying that you liked the taste. All I've thought about since then is giving you more of a taste. Brazen hussy comes to mind along with easy slut, but I don't care. Something about you grabbed me and I just have to find out if there is something there. Betting that you wouldn't come after me it had to be up to me to make the first move. Ergo, your lap after class." "You really think there is something there?" "I saw interest in your eyes while you were checking me out on that first day of class. I am a very outspoken and sometimes forceful girl and I believe in going after what I want and a girl like me needs a guy she can't walk on and I think you have shown that you won't put up with my shit." "You are definitely right about that part, but I don't know about the rest. I'll admit that you grabbed my attention on the first day of class, but I like my women to have a softer edge than what you've shown." "I can do soft. The hard edge you perceive is because of how I was feeling about men in general at the time I caught you looking at me. I told you about breaking up with my boyfriend, but I didn't go into detail. The asshole gave me a social disease. Two of my girlfriends also got STDs from guys they were going with. All in all it didn't put men in a good light so I have been pissy to guys. When I saw the way you were checking me out I reacted the way I reacted to other guys. How was I supposed to know that you were different from the other creeps who were always coming after me?" I listened to her talk and I thought 'pigish' thoughts about her. To be bluntly honest about it I wanted to fuck her, but I didn't want to get into a relationship with her. I know it sounds strange, but I was getting bad vibes from her. Just a bad feeling, but I always tried to pay attention to my feelings. On the other hand from the way she was talking and behaving my long dry spell could come to an end if I even half tried. But I didn't even have to do that. Half try I mean." "Like I said" she went on, "I've spent every night since that party thinking of giving you more of that taste you seemed to like. Hell, I might as well be totally honest about it. If you liked the taste it means that you have eaten pussy which is something I love, but that my last two boyfriends refused to do. They were happy as hell to get oral from me, but to return the favor? Not on your life. Besides being the number between 68 and 70 does the number 69 mean anything to you?" Again – no dummy me – I asked "When?" "I get out of my last class at four." "It can't be tonight because I have to work until nine, but I'm off work tomorrow and I get out of my last class at two fifty-five." "I don't have any classes tomorrow" she said and then she gave me her address. I told her I'd be there by three-fifteen and we got up and headed for class. +++++++++++++++++++ She was a tiger in bed. She turned me every which way but loose. She loved to be eaten and she was damned good at giving head. Doggie was her position of choice, but what she really craved more than anything else was anal. She was my first. I'd never taken a ride up the Hershey highway before, but I had always wanted to try. Never had a girl who would even think about it let alone do it until I met Pam. She came when I ate her pussy and she came when I fucked it, but her orgasms when doing those two things were mild compared to the ones she had when I was buried in her ass. The first time I panicked because I thought she was having an epileptic fit and I had no idea of what to do. I was actually getting ready to pull out and call 911 when she asked me what I was doing. I told her and she laughed and told me what I had just witnessed was her cumming. I witnessed that event a couple of dozen times over the next couple of months and I don't know how long the relationship would have gone on if my uncle hadn't closed the shop early one Thursday night. Pam was constantly bitching about my having to work three nights a week and I thought I would surprise her when Uncle Jim told me he was closing early. Pam and Nancy I was the one surprised when I got to her place just in time to see her get in a car with some guy. She slid over next to him and they exchanged what looked like one hell of a passionate kiss. I pulled up along side them, stopped and waited to be noticed. When after a minute they still hadn't come up for air I honked my horn twice. That got their attention and they split apart and looked over at me. The look on the guy's face was one of irritation, but he blocked my view of Pam so I've no idea of what her facial expression was. She looked around the guy to see who was honking the horn and when she saw me I waved 'bye-bye' and drove off. As I was driving away I was remembering the 'bad vibes' I'd sensed way back when and I chastised myself for not paying attention to the feelings I'd had at the time. +++++++++++++++++++ The term still had a month to go and it was assigned seating so Pam was going to be sitting next to me for that long. It could be awkward to say the least. I made it a point to be in my seat before Pam got to class and when she got there I did look over and acknowledge her presence. If she intended to say something she never got the chance because Smythe called the class to order. I never looked over at Pam during the class and as soon as class was over I was up and rushing for Carlyle Hall. I skipped lunch in the cafeteria so the next time Pam would see me would be in class on Monday morning unless she made an attempt to see me over the weekend. She didn't call me and of course I didn't call her. Monday I was running late and Pam was already in her seat when I got there so I loitered in the hall until Professor Smythe arrived and I waited until he reached the front of the classroom before I entered the room and took my seat just as he called the class to order. I ignored Pam and once again as soon as class was over I was out of my seat and running for my next class. I figured that my avoiding Pam since seeing her in the car with that guy would send her the message that I no longer wished to have anything more to do with her. With that thought in mind I figured that she would stay away from me so I took lunch in the cafeteria. I'd no sooner sat down at the table when Pam appeared and sat down opposite me. She cut right to it. "Why haven't you called?" "I didn't want to cause problems for you and your new man." "He isn't my new man." "Okay. I didn't want to cause problems for you and your new fuck buddy." "He isn't that either." "Whatever. He is something. That kiss the two of you exchanged wasn't a sisterly peck on the cheek and the quickness with which you got into his car and slid over to him to do a lip lock on him pretty much told me that it wasn't the first time." "It wasn't, but it didn't mean anything. He was just a guy to date while you were working." "Well now you can date him fulltime." "I don't want to date him fulltime. I just don't want to sit at home in front of the TV and watch junk when you are working so I date Chuck. It gets me out of the house." "You couldn't go out with your girlfriends? It had to be a guy? I'm sorry Pam, but for me it won't work. That kiss you gave him told me everything I needed to know. You don't kiss like that unless you are doing other more intimate things." "What are you saying?" "Simple Pam. I saw you and him so I'm not interested in you any more." She stood up so quick that her chair tipped over. She snarled, "Fuck you asshole" and she stomped away. As I watched her walk away I thought that it was too bad. She was a marvelous piece of ass and I would miss it. But a marvelous piece of ass is all she had been to me. I'd had no plans of ever making her more than a girlfriend with benefits. Great benefits, but that is all there was to our relationship. At least as far as I was concerned. We managed to get through the rest of the term without speaking to each other and then it was June and no school until late August. +++++++++++++++ I worked full time for Uncle Jim and dated some. I had one what I guess you could call an affair with a woman whose car I'd worked on. She was a good ten years older than me, but so what? She was good looking and she loved sex. It lasted five weeks and ended when she told me that her husband would be coming home from an overseas assignment. I'd never even known she was married. School started back up and being that we were both business majors it was inevitable that Pam and I would end up in some of the same classes. I sat as far away from her as I could and we didn't speak to each other. From time to tine I did notice that she kept an eye on me and the look on her face was what I thought was contemplative. Three weeks into the term I was having lunch in the Student Union cafeteria and Pam walked up and sat down with me. I just looked at her in silence until she said: "We need to talk Rob." "Go ahead; I'm listening." "There was nothing going on between Chuck and me. He wanted to get something going, but all I was interested in was having someone to get me out of the house. I admit that I led him on with some kissing and some mild touching, but it was only so he would keep coming around and asking me out. He never got anywhere and he was never going to get anywhere. "I know from the way you reacted that we will never get back to what we were, but I want to at least try and stay friends. I miss being able to talk with you as much as I miss the other. Can we stop avoiding each other? Can't we at least be friends?" I had never been interested in a long term relationship with Pam anyway so the way we separated didn't bother me at all, but I could see her point. Because of school we were bound to be thrown together and it made no sense to make it any more difficult than it had to be. I think I surprised her when I said: "I can do that." From then on until the end of the term she would join me for lunch, study with me at the library and we even formed a team for an assigned project in Production Management. Toward the end of the term she was making subtle moves to get something sexual going again. I ignored them. For one thing I still had my job and I knew I couldn't trust her not to go out on the evenings I worked. To be fair, at least as far as my thoughts were concerned, she could have been telling the truth about her relationship with Chuck. But what if she wasn't? I didn't know Chuck and who he ran with and I'm sure that by now everyone has heard the saying: "When you have sex with some one you are having sex with every one they have had sex with." In the old days when gonorrhea and syphilis were all you had to worry about a couple shots of penicillin would take care of them. But now? Aids could kill your ass. And did I know that Chuck was the only one? There was also the fact that for the last couple of months I had been dating Nancy Neubert and I was considering Nancy for the long term and she seemed to feel the same toward me. Sex with Nancy wasn't as hot and nasty as sex with Pam had been, but it was a lot more loving and intimate if you know what I mean. +++++++++++++++++ End of term came and there were two weeks before spring term (the last one before graduation) started and I spent the two weeks dating Nancy and working for Uncle Jim. When spring term started I found myself back in the same situation with Pam. She was in three of my classes and we resumed the relationship we had in the previous term. As the term progressed I kept getting those subtle hints that Pam wanted to rekindle our sexual relationship. I kept ignoring them and I could see that it was irritating Pam, but she tried not to show it. It was two weeks before graduation when Pam came right out and said: "I'm horny as hell Rob. Help me out. We were always good together so I know that you can cure my problem." "It is a tempting offer Pam, but I don't think my wife would approve." "Your wife?" Nancy wasn't a college student and as far as I knew Pam didn't even know Nancy existed. I had proposed to Nancy and she had said yes. We planned to be married the week after graduation. "My wife to be to be in three weeks. I'm sure she would take a dim view of my straying so close to the wedding." As I said that I saw something pass over Pam's face and it wasn't something that I associated with sweet and kind thoughts. +++++++++++++++++++++++ Graduation came and I went to work full time for Uncle Jim while I looked for a job where I could put my degree to work. "Why are you looking for another job" my uncle asked. "I always assumed that you were going to stay with me. I'm planning on opening another shop on the other side of town and having you run it." We talked about it and I decided to stay with him. Nancy and I were married in a civil ceremony with my parents and uncles as witnesses. Nancy had no family to speak of. She was an only child and both of her parents were dead. What relatives she did have were on the other side of the country and she hadn't had any contact with them in years. The next four years rolled by and life was good. The job was going well and the marriage was great. With our combined incomes Nancy and I were able to buy a three bedroom ranch style in a pretty good neighborhood. We went for a three bedroom because we were planning on having kids only not right away. Our plan was to wait four or five years until we were a little better off financially and also give us some time to enjoy ourselves before taking on the responsibilities of parents. Every Wednesday night since I'd met her Nancy had been stopping off work for drinks with the girls she worked with. After a couple of months of being married I decided that instead of sitting at home in front of the idiot box watching drivel while waiting for Nancy to get home I'd find something else to do. One of the mechanics who worked at my shop asked me if I bowled. I said that I did and he told me that one of the guys on his team had been hurt in an accident and couldn't bowl anymore. They bowled in a men's house league on Wednesday nights at seven and would I be interested in filling the open spot. I was. I met the guys on the team and we seemed to get along so every night while Nancy had her girls night out I bowled. After bowling I usually sat around with the guys and had a couple of beers before heading home usually getting there about an hour before Nancy. On most of those nights I was in bed and asleep when she got home. Not that she stayed out all that late. I went to bed early so I could get up and be at the gym at five when the doors opened. On a Wednesday night a week after our fifth anniversary after bowling none of the guys could stick around and I didn't want to drink alone. I didn't know any of the guys on the other teams well enough to join them so I got the bright idea of stopping in and having a drink or two with Nancy and her friends. The lounge where Nance and her friends usually stopped was only ten minutes from the bowling alley although it was in the opposite direction from going home, but I figured "What the hell! It will probably only be a one time thing so why not." The Alhambra Lounge was a pretty big place and it was arranged in sections. There was a bar that ran down one side of the building and then a row of booths that ran alongside a chest high divider opposite the bar. On the other side of the divider were a large dance floor and a bunch of tables and booths. The dance floor was lit up, but the bar lights were down low. The result was that unless you had really sharp eyes and knew what you were looking for you really couldn't see what was going on at the bar from the dance side. Conversely if you were on the bar side and looking out at the dance floor you could see almost everything except what was going on in the booths alongside the chest high wall. The entrance leads into the bar and you have to walk half the length of the bar to get to the entryway to the dance floor side. I came in the front door and looked left toward the dance floor to see if I could spot Nance and her group. I spotted her, but she wasn't with a group. She was sitting in a booth with another woman and that woman was Pam Stewart. I don't know what it was that made me stop and take a seat at the bar but I did. I chose a seat that would let me watch Nancy and Pam. There was no way I was going to believe that Pam didn't know that Nancy was my wife and knowing Pam the way I did there was no doubt that Pam had told Nancy about what we had done with each other, but Nancy had never mentioned Pam to me. I sipped my Coors and watched the two women and one thing I noticed was that Pam laughed a lot and smiled a lot, but Nancy had a sour look on her face. She did not seem like she really wanted to be there in the booth with Pam. I'd met quite a few of Nancy's coworkers at her company picnics and Christmas parties and I didn't see any of them as I looked around the room. Maybe five minutes after I got there a man joined them. He sat next to Pam and talked with her while Nancy just stared down at the table. After a couple of minutes the man got up and Nancy got up with him and they walked out the side door that led to the parking lot. To say I was curious would be a massive understatement. I told the barmaid that I had left something in my car and asked her to watch my drink until I got back. "Why" she asked, "Is it going to do something?" I gave the expected chuckle and went out the front door. I walked around the building until I found a place I could scope out the parking lot from the dark shadow of the building where I hoped I wouldn't be seen. It took a minute, but I finally spotted the guy sitting in a jacked up Dodge Ram. He was leaning back on the seat and looking up as if there was something on headliner he was trying to read. But he was alone. There was no sign of Nancy. I figured that she must have gone back inside while I was working my way around the building. I took another look around the lot to make sure I hadn't missed her and was just getting ready to turn and go back inside the building when I saw the guy in the Ram make a sudden motion and a second or so later I saw Nancy pop up. At first it surprised me and I wondered what the hell was going on, but then I realized that you didn't need to be a rocket scientist to know what she had been doing down there. My wife was sucking a cock in a bar parking lot. I felt a sudden red hot anger and was a milli-second away from storming over to the truck and going berserk on the two of them. Her for being an unfaithful whore and him for fucking with another man's wife. Not just any other man's wife, but with my wife although I wasn't all that sure of how much longer she would be wearing that title. I'd already taken the first couple of steps before I caught myself. I needed to know how long it had been going on. I needed to know if the guy in the Ram was the only one. I needed to kno... Shit! I didn't even know all of what I needed to know at that point. I decided to save my need to vent until I could find out more. I hurried back inside and took my seat. The barmaid told me she had kept a close eye on my beer, but that it had just sat there and behaved itself. I gave her a smile and a chuckle, but even as I picked up the beer to take a drink my eyes were on that side door. It opened and Nancy came in and she was alone. She wasn't smiling and she didn't seem at all like someone who had just finished doing something that she liked or enjoyed doing. She walked over to the booth where Pam was sitting, said something that from her facial expression I figured wasn't too nice, grabbed her purse from where she'd left it, said something else and then left the booth. As she headed for the bar side I turned so that all she would see if she looked my way was a man hunched over his drink. I finished my beer, left a tip on the bar for the barmaid, and headed home. About six blocks from the lounge I spotted Nancy's car in the Conoco station and she was getting something out of the trunk. As I drove by I saw her with a small suitcase in her hand. I wondered about it for a block or two and then it occurred to me that she was probably using the gas station bathroom to do some clean up before coming home. If I were up when she got home it just wouldn't do to kiss me with sperm breath now would it. I was in bed and pretending to be asleep when Nancy got home and she got under the covers, snuggled up against me, kissed my shoulder and whispered "I love you" and in seconds I heard the steady breathing that told me she had fallen asleep. Loved me? Then why the hell was she cheating on me? +++++++++++++++ Thursday morning I told Mike I would have to miss bowling on the next Wednesday because of something personal that I had to take care of and then I spent a good part of the rest of the day thinking on what I was going to do, It was a chore trying to act normal, but I think I pulled it off. I had no problem with making love with Nancy on Thursday, Saturday, Sunday and Tuesday and I was able to act like a loving husband. Which in a way I guess I was. Loving husband I mean. I had fallen in love with her the day I met her and I still loved her, but was love enough to keep us together now that I knew what she was doing on her girl's night out? I doubted it. I sincerely doubted it. Wednesday found me parked where I could see Nancy's car in the parking lot where she worked. When she came out at five-thirty, got in the car and drove off I followed along behind her. When she pulled into the lot at the Alhambra I continued on around the block. I didn't want her to see me pull onto the lot behind her. I pulled over and parked a block away to give her enough time to get out of her car and go into the lounge and then I drove to the lounge and parked. I parked in the back by the dumpsters where it wasn't likely that Nancy would see my car and recognize it if she came out into the parking lot. I put on my disguise, a baseball cap, horn-rimmed glasses with the lenses removed and a jacket that I had picked up at Goodwill and Nancy wouldn't recognize. I went around to the front door and it had already closed behind me when it occurred to me that I might have just fucked up. I had assumed that Nancy would go to the dance floor side. If she sat down on the bar side she would see me come in and my disguise wasn't going to work close up so all my sneaking around and spying on her would have been a waste of time. Luck was with me. She was sitting alone in a booth on the dance floor side. I took a seat at the bar and the barmaid came up to me and said: "Same as last time?" Surprised that she remembered I nodded a yes and she brought me a cold Coors. I picked it up to take a sip and she said: "Your wife?" "What?" "Your wife" she asked as she pointed to Nancy. "How did you know?" "Not all that hard. You never took your eyes off of her when you were in here last Wednesday and you got up and followed her out and came back in about the same time she did. You started looking for her as soon as you came in and here you are again watching her. She is either your wife, fiancée or girlfriend and you are checking up on her. Close?" "Dead on." "I see a lot in this place and I'm pretty sharp even if I do say so myself, but I haven't figured her out yet." "What do you mean?" "She used to come in here with a group of other girls and suddenly all of the other girls stopped coming in. Now days it is just your wife and one other woman. Your wife sits there alone and drinks while she waits for the other woman to get here. She never dances with the guys that ask her; just sits there nursing her drink until the other woman joins her. Maybe a half hour later a man comes in and joins the and the three of them sit and talk for a few minutes and then your wife and the man get up and leave. A little latter your wife come in, grabs her purse and leaves. I haven't figured out what is going on yet and curiosity is killing me. If you find out what is going on let me know okay?" Pam and Nancy "You can be sure that I'm going to find out. Maybe not tonight, but I will find out." "Keep me in mind." "I can do that." I nursed two bottles of beer while watching Nancy. The barmaid was right. Nancy said no to nine different guys who approached her booth to presumably ask her to dance. I could see the front door in the mirror behind the bar and every time the door opened I looked into the mirror to see who it was. I'd been watching Nancy for almost an hour when the front door opened and in the mirror I saw Pam and a man come in. I lowered my head and hunched up my shoulders in an effort to keep Pam from maybe seeing me and recognizing me, but she never looked my way. The man with her took a seat at the bar and Pam went and joined Nancy in the booth. Nancy didn't smile when she saw Pam and the two didn't appear to exchange any sort of greeting at all. Pam ordered a drink from the waitress and Pam and Nancy sat and talked. Actually Pam talked and Nancy sat and listened. Pam took out her cell phone, punched some buttons and a phone rang down at the end of the bar. The man Pam had come in with took out his phone, said something, put the phone back in his pocket and then got up and joined Pam and Nancy in the booth. Guessing what was going to happen next I got up and went outside. I moved around the building and positioned myself where I could see the side door and not be seen. About five minutes later the side door opened and Nancy and the man came out. They walked over to a conversion van and got in the back. Hoping not to be seen, but not really giving a shit if I was seen or not I moved over to the van. I didn't try looking in the window, but put my ear against the back door just in time to hear Nancy say: "I don't care what that cunt told you. A blow job is all you are going to get." "A blow job may be all that I paid for, but you are in my van and I make the rules here. Now get those panties off and spread those legs." "Fuck you! I'm out of here." "Like hell you are." "Let go of me!" A cry of pain followed by a gasping, "You'll pay for that you bitch." "Maybe, but it won't be today" and I heard the side door open. I moved to the driver's side of the vehicle and peeking around the back I saw Nancy heading for the bar. I ducked low and keeping cars between us I ran for the front door. I got to my seat just as Nancy walked up to the booth. She picked up her purse and then her drink. She took a sip of the drink and then threw the remainder of what was in the glass into Pam's face. She said something and headed for the front door. I did the hunched shoulders, hat pulled low and face down to my beer act and Nancy left without noticing me. But the drama wasn't over yet. Nancy had either forgotten or just didn't care that she was going to have to go past the conversion van to get to her car. The man she had left the bar with was leaning against his van and holding his crotch. He saw Nancy and cried out: "You bitch! You fucking bitch! I'm going to hurt you for kicking me in the balls." Nancy didn't say anything. She just kept walking toward her car. The guy made a move to grab her and she took her hand out of her purse and held whatever it was she had in her had up to the guys face and he screamed, both hands went to his eyes and Nancy kept on walking. The guy fell to his knees and he was sobbing as the lights from Nancy's car swept by him as she left the lot. I didn't yet know what was going to happen to me and Nancy, but for the time being she was still my wife and one of a man's primary duties is to take care of his own so I did what I had to do. It wasn't very sporting of me, but I wasn't after a fair fight. I needed to deliver a threat and a warning. I walked up to him and kicked him hard in the ribs and then I stomped him. When I was done I said: "You leave Nancy alone hear? You leave her alone or the next time I'll put you in a wheelchair for the rest of your life. If you need to take it out on someone take it out on the bitch that set this little party up." I kicked him once more for emphasis and then I headed home. On the way home I decided that I knew all that I needed to know to confront Nancy. Granted that it wasn't all that much, but from what I'd overheard guys were paying Pam to get blow jobs from Nancy. I would have to get the rest from Nancy herself. Nancy was there and awake when I got home and when she came over to hug me and kiss me I pushed her away and she looked at me in surprise. "What did you do that for?" "Why would I want to kiss the mouth that gives blow jobs in the Alhambra parking lot?" I guess I expected a denial of some sort, but what I got was the sight of Nancy looking like a balloon that had just suddenly deflated. She sat down and said: "You were never supposed to know. I tried so hard to keep it away from you. You weren't supposed to find out. It was all to keep you from finding out. I'm sorry. Oh God I'm sorry. I'll pack and be out of here tomorrow" and she got up and headed for the bedroom. After a minute or so I got up and followed her. When I got to the bedroom I found her sitting on the bed and crying her eyes out. My natural inclination was to go to her, take her in my arms and comfort her. I beat that inclination down and got on my side of the bed and sat down with my back against the headboard and watched her. It took a while, but she was eventually cried out and when the sobbing stopped I asked: "Do I get to know why?" She looked at me with a sad forlorn expression and then the story came out. I had been on one of my rare out of town trips and Nancy had stopped with the girls for their usual girl's night out. It had started out like the evening usually did. Drinks, talking and an occasional harmless dance with guys that were regular customers and who the girls accepted as being safe. At some point after she had been there a while she started feeling dizzy and disoriented and Pam had suggested that they go outside for some fresh air. To shorten things a bit it turned out that Pam had put something in one or more of Nancy's drinks and while Nancy was 'out of it' Pam got Nancy gangbanged and filmed it. When Nancy finally recovered from whatever it was that Pam had put in her drinks Pam told her that she was going to send the video to me. "I didn't even know that she knew you. She seemed to have something against you and was going to get back at you using me to do it. I begged her not to send you the tape and she laughed at me and said she wished she could see your face when you watched it. I begged and pleaded with her not to do it but she just laughed at me. "The next day she told me that she had reconsidered. She wouldn't send you the tape if I would whore for her. On our girl's night out I would have to have sex with some guy who would pay her for the privilege. I refused. I told her if I did that you would eventually find out and I would lose you any way so she might as well go ahead and send you the tape and get it over with. "And you would have found out. We make love sometimes when I get home and you like to eat me. Even if I cleaned myself you might have tasted something that would make you wonder or trigger some suspicion or maybe I would have felt different when you entered me. She told me that I could limit it to blow jobs and I decided that I could do that. I could stop on my way home, brush my teeth and gargle and then take a sip of vodka from a flask I had in my purse. That way I could kiss you without much guilt and my pussy would still be only for you." I led her back to the beginning. How did she get involved with Pam in the first place? Pam had transferred in from another branch of the company and during the course of getting to know the other girls in the office she apparently saw the picture of me on Nancy's desk. Once she had ascertained that Nancy was my wife Pam joined the group for the regular girl's night out and then she waited until she could make her move. I listened to Nancy's story and wondered just what I had done to Pam to make her do what she had done to Nancy. I remembered Billy Neubert telling me about Pam and how she had acquired the nickname of Snake. He told me that she would hide in the grass and lurk under bushes until she had a chance to strike. Nancy finished talking and sat on the bed looking at me. I didn't know if she was waiting for me to call her names, tell her she was a whore or what, but I didn't say anything for several seconds before asking: "Why didn't you just tell me what happened? Why didn't you put your trust in me and my love for you? You didn't go out looking to cheat on me. You were taken advantage of and I would have understood that." "I couldn't. There was no way I could let you see that tape. I love you more than anything and it is going to near kill me to lose you, but I would have lost you months ago if you had seen that video. My only hope of keeping you was to give in to what Pam wanted. I know you Bobby and I know what would have happened if I told you. You would have gone after Pam and when you did that she would have laughed at you and given you the tape." "The tape wouldn't have mattered. Knowing how Pam had set you up I doubt that I would have looked at it even if she did give it to me." "I could not take that chance. It wasn't just me and another guy. It was me with six other guys. It was me with a cock in my mouth, a cock in my ass and a cock in my pussy. All at the same time! And I was loving it. There is no way that you would not have thrown me out of the house on my ass if you had seen that tape. I just could not take that chance." "You aren't making any sense here Nancy. I would already know that you were doing it under the influence of something that had been put in your drinks." "That's the problem Bobby. I didn't tell you the entire story. When I came out from under the influence of whatever she gave me I was really getting into it. If you would have seen the tape you would have seen me begging for it. You would have heard me crying out for another hard cock to take the place of the spent one that had just pulled out of me. When the guys were all done and couldn't get it up anymore I was begging them to try. One of them said if they took a break, got something to eat and rested up for an hour or so maybe they could go again. We all got dressed and went to the IHOP for breakfast and then we went right back to it. "It went on all day Bobby. I called in sick Thursday and it went on all day. When the guys just could not go any more a couple of them called friends. All day Bobby. I lost count of how many guys there were. It lasted until ten that night. If you had seen that tape you would have seen a willing – a more than willing – Nancy. You would have seen a Nancy who was loving every second of it. You would have seen a Nancy who wanted to do it again and again and again. You would have heard me agreeing to do it again. You would have heard me agreeing to call in to work sick on Friday and do it again. I could not take the chance of telling you Bobby. I did not dare take the chance." I sat there and stared at her as the enormity of what she had done sank in. It of course led to more questions. "Since you loved it so much how many more times have you done it?" "That was the only time. When I think back on it I guess that I let myself go since it really didn't matter. It had already happened while I was under the influence and I was really into it when the influence wore off. It was a done deal by then and I was loving it so why not keep on going? You were out of town and I didn't need to rush home so why not keep on going." "Again, if you loved it so much why didn't you do it again? Why limit yourself to just giving head?" "I didn't do it again because I knew if I did it would lead me down a path I didn't want to travel. A second time would have led to a third which would have led to a fourth and so on. I could have hidden it and gotten away with it for a while, but eventually you would have found out and I would have lost you and losing you isn't a price I was willing to pay. Even though I agreed to do it the next Wednesday I didn't. As for the blow jobs? I was doing them reluctantly and only to keep Pam from giving you the tape. I felt that if I limited it to my usual girl's night out you would never find out what was going on. How did you find out?" I told her and then said, "I didn't notice any of the other girls on the two nights I watched you." "Gail got married and her new husbands work hours interfered with her being able to stop. Marge's husband got a new job and his hours got in the way of her being able to stop. Jill only stopped because she was good friends with Gail and when Gail stopped Jill dropped out two. In a way I guess it was a good thing that the group dissolved because I could never have hidden what I was doing from them. How could I? Leaving the bar with a man to go out to the parking lot? They would have known in a heartbeat and both Gail and Jill are so straight-laced that they might have called you and filled you in on what I was doing. I'm sorry Bobby. I am really sorry for what I have done to us." She got up and said, "I'll sleep on the couch tonight and call in to work sick tomorrow. I'll pack and try to be gone by the time you get home tomorrow." "No you won't. Yes to sleeping on the couch, but you will go to work tomorrow and act normal around Pam or at least as normal as possible after throwing a drink in her face. I've got some thinking to do, but Miss Stewart is about to find that she has fucked with the wrong man." Nancy started to say something, but I held up a hand to stop her. "Not now. Just go away and leave me alone. I've got a lot on my mind and a lot to think about." Nancy gave me a long look and then picked up her pillow and left the room. +++++++++++++++++++ Sleep didn't come easy that night and when it did come it was a very restless sleep. I woke up three or four times before falling back to sleep. I was not at all rested when the alarm went off at six. I doubt that Nancy slept any better on the couch. The other two bedrooms in the house were not usable as bedrooms. At least not for an adult. One had been turned into a home office and the other was set up for the baby we had planned on having and the only bed in it was a baby's crib. Nancy was up fixing breakfast when I came into the kitchen after taking my morning shower. She put a plate down on the table for me and then left the room. Not a word was spoken. I heard the shower start running as I ate and I wondered how our day was going to go. Nancy hadn't come back by the time I finished my breakfast so I got up, filled my travel mug with coffee and left for work. On the drive in I thought of several things I wanted to do to Pam, but most of them would have put me in prison if I didn't get away with them so I ruled them out. It was a good thing I was the boss because I did not get a lot of work done that day as half of my time was spent thinking on my situation and on what I was going to do. About three in the afternoon I realized that all of the things I had come up with would not work because they were all too complicated. They all depended on several things having to happen at just the right time. If any one of the elements didn't happen when it was supposed to the entire plan would fall apart and the element of surprise would be lost and I did not want Pam to see it coming. Once I realized that I remembered what my instructor in Project Planning and Management had preached. He called it the KISS Principle. Keep it simple stupid." Once I remembered that and rolled it around in my head for a bit I came up with a simple plan that could work if I got some help, but it need to be the 'right kind' of help and I knew just the man to go to. +++++++++++++++ I met Ramon two days after my eighteenth birthday. It was the summer between high school graduation and my starting college. I was working for my Uncle George doing construction and I was on a job site doing some clean up when I heard sirens coming my way. I saw a tall Hispanic guy running like hell and I surmised that his running and the sirens were connected. As he got near I yelled at him to get into the construction trailer on the side of the site. He didn't even hesitate. He went right into the trailer and a minute later a cop car pulled up and a cop got out and asked me if I'd seen anybody running this way. "There was a Mexican in jeans and a camo jacket that ran by a couple minutes or so ago. I think he cut across the lot on the corner and ran up Wilcox." The cop jumped back into his car and lights flashing and sirens wailing he went to the corner, hung a left and sped up Wilcox. Why did I do it? Help the runner I mean. I didn't know him or why the cops were chasing him. He could have been an axe murderer for all I knew, but I was down on cops at the time and I wasn't as much helping the runner as I was saying "Fuck you!" to the cops. In the last month I'd gotten two traffic tickets that as far as I was concerned were bullshit and bogus. One was because I didn't come to an absolute completely still stop at a stop sign and the other was for being three miles over the speed limit. Three miles over for Christ's sake! Anyway, my mood was "Fuck the police!" when the running man appeared. Once the cops were out of sight I went into the trailer and met Ramon Agullera. I told him the cops were gone, but he should stay put for a while in case they doubled back. I didn't ask him what he did that had the law after him and he didn't volunteer the information. I went back outside and got back to doing the site cleanup and when after a half hour the cops hadn't come back I went back into the trailer. I gave Ramon a pair of coveralls that had been left in the trailer and swapped him my Levi jacket for his camo jacket and made arrangements to swap back in a day or so. Ramon thanked me profusely and told me that he was forever in my debt and if I ever needed anything to just let him know. ++++++++++++ I met Ramon two days later and we swapped jackets and then he took me with him to a party where he introduced me to Carmen who before the night was over relieved me of my virginity. As far as I was concerned any debt that Ramon felt that he owed me was paid in full by his introducing me to that hot little chili pepper, but he didn't see it that way and I wasn't going to argue with him over it. I ended up hanging with Ramon for the rest of the summer. Ramon always seemed to have girls around and Carmen, Maria, Consuela and Lupe saw to it that I was well laid and properly trained in matters sexual. I found out later that Ramon ran girls as one of his many enterprises and he had set me up with them. I was going to complain? Yeah. Right. Ramon and I had stayed in touch and if anyone could do what I wanted done it would be him. Ramon had done well over the years and while most of his 'enterprises' were somewhat shady or downright illegal he did have few legitimate businesses. One of them was the El Mason Cantina. El Mason was a Mexican restaurant and bar and I called Ramon and asked him to meet me there for a drink after I got off work. After the "Good to see you" and the "How have you been" were out of the way I told him of my problem and what I wanted to do about it and the I asked him if he had any suggestions. He did and I listened as he outlined them. We roughed out a plan and then I headed home. I had no idea of what awaited me there, but whatever it was I was going to have to be a little more civil to Nancy because I was going to need her help in what was planned for Pam. When I got to the house I found Nancy sitting at the kitchen table with an open bottle of wine in front of her and a half filled glass in her hand. She looked up when I came into the room and said: Pam and Nancy "I didn't know when or even if you would be home so I didn't start dinner. If you are hungry we have leftovers I can heat up in the microwave." "What do we have?" She named them off and I picked one and she got up to fix it for me. I watched her for a minute or so and then asked: "How did the day go as far as Pam was concerned?" "When she came in she handed me the claim check for her clothes. She dropped them at the dry cleaners on the way to work and told me they would be ready for me to pick up on Monday." "I have a plan for getting back at her for what she did, but I'm going to need your help." "You have it." "Don't you want to know what I'm going to want before you agree to it?" "No. I don't care what it is as long as she suffers. I don't even care if it is illegal. As long as it hurts the bitch count me in." She sat the plates down on the table and as we started to eat she said, "I need to know what to do as far as we are concerned. Do I stay here or pack up and get out. If I stay we are going to have to get a bed for the baby's room. I can't do many nights on that couch." "You can come back to our bedroom. Just stay on your side of the bed." "That sounds like I really need to start looking for a place." "It may come to that. I don't know what is what right now. I'm very bitter and upset that you didn't trust me enough to tell me about it when it happened, It makes me wonder about how you see me and my love for you. Right now it looks to me like you doubt that I love you enough and that doubts leads me to wonder where I went wrong. I thought that I showed you that I loved you completely and unreservedly, but obviously I haven't. I have given it my best – my absolute best – and it wasn't enough. "And there are more doubts I have to face. You admit that you loved every second of what you did. Even after whatever Pam gave you wore off you loved it enough to continue doing it all day and into the evening. I have to ask myself if you are doing parking lot blow jobs because Pam is blackmailing you to do it or are you using Pam's blackmailing as an excuse to do what you want to do anyway, A way of satisfying your urge to have extra marital sex without the gangbangs." Nancy sat and listened to me without trying to interrupt and when I finished she said: "You are absolutely and totally wrong. I do know how much you love me and I glory in it. My not telling you was not because I didn't trust in your love for me. I didn't tell you because I was terrified that you would somehow end up seeing that tape. I know you Rob and I know exactly what you would have done if I would have told you what happened. You would have confronted Pam and she would have laughed at you and given you the tape. Either that or you would have somehow taken it from her. "Once you had that tape you would have looked at it. You are a very curious person Rob. You like to dig into things, probe things and satisfy your curiosity. There is no doubt in my mine – none – that your curiosity would have led you into watching that tape. What I did I did to keep you from ever seeing that tape or even knowing of its existence. There is no doubt at all in my mind that if there was no tape I could have confessed and you would have comforted me and helped me get by it and you would have kept on loving me, but the fact is that there is a tape and that made all the difference in the world. "Would your feelings for me have stayed the same after watching that tape? Could seeing me reach out and take hold of a hard cock and eagerly pull it to my mouth not have affected the way you looked at me? Could you have seen me with a hard cock in my mouth, ass and pussy at the same time and obviously loving it not have changed your opinion of me? What would seeing me get off of a spent cock and crawling across the floor on my hands and knees to get to a hard one do to you? Look at how you are just knowing that I gave a blow job in a bar parking lot. How would you take seeing me with a cock in my mouth and riding a hard cock cowgirl and taking my mouth off of the cock in it to ask some one to put a cock in my ass and make me airtight? "I honestly believed you could not see that tape and still love me. I couldn't bear losing you. I just couldn't take that chance. I just could not." She got up, picked up the empty plates and started to load the dishwasher and as I watched her I thought about what she had just said. She had a point. Actually she had two. One is that I would have looked at the tape. I am a very curious person and there is no doubt that I would have watched it. The other point was my reaction. I hadn't even seen the tape and in my mind I was already wondering how I would come out in the divorce. They were thoughts that I needed to put behind me until after I had settled with Pam. When Nancy finished getting the dirty dishes into the dishwasher I told her to get a drink and sit down. She poured herself a glass of Merlot while I got a PBR out of the fridge. Once back at the table I told her the plan that I and Ramon had roughed out. Hearing the plan brought a smile to her face; quite possibly the first one she'd had since I'd confronted her. "The key to making it work is that we have to get her alone. Do you have any idea on how we can do that?" She had several and we hashed them out finding flaws in almost every one. Almost every one. She did have an idea that would work, but only if Pam behaved as we needed her to. We decided to give it a try and if it didn't work we would go back to the drawing board. That night there was a wide space between Nancy and me as we settled into our king size bed, but when I woke up in the morning Nancy was snuggled up against me. I didn't push her away. Nor did I when the same thing happened over the next couple of nights. +++++++++++++++++ Wednesday came and we put our plan to work. I was in the parking lot at the Alhambra when Nancy arrived. She parked and went inside and I got out of my vehicle and climbed into her car. I got down behind the back of the seat and stayed low. We had field tested it in our driveway and if I stayed low I couldn't be seen by any one getting into the car on the passenger side. Then it was wait and see. Nancy needed to get Pam out to the car. If she could make it happen the plan should work. If not it would mean moving on to Plan B which we didn't yet have. As I waited I tried to think of what I could have done to Pam to make her do what she did to my wife. I came up with the same as I had on every other time I had tried to look back and see. Nothing! I went over my entire relationship with Pam and came up with nothing that would warrant what Pam did. My cell phone rang and I turned it off. We had set it up that Nancy would hit the speed dial for my phone if she was able to get Pam to come out to the car. They were on the way. After a minute or so I could hear voices approaching the car and I got ready. I had practiced what I had to do a dozen or so times and I was pretty sure that it was going to work. Both doors opened and as the passenger door closed I heard: "All right. What is so damned important that we need the privacy of your car to talk about it?" "I don't need privacy. I just didn't want a scene in the bar. I had no idea of how you were going to react when I told you that I have confessed all to Rob. He is going to come after you and I wanted to give you a heads up in case you want to get out of town. I don't give a rat's ass about what happens to you, but I don't want to see Rob in jail doing time for what he does to you. Funny thing though; try as he might he couldn't come up with any reason for you doing what you did." "He walked away from me. When the relationship ends I'm the one who ends it and walks away. Not the guy. Rob walked away from me over nothing and he had to pay." That was a bonus. I hadn't expected to get an answer to the question that had been bugging me since the night of my confrontation with Nancy. I almost laughed at the silly assed reason Pam had for her actions, but I didn't. What I did do was rise up behind Pam, put her in a choke hold and held it until she passed out from lack of oxygen. Nancy started the car and we drove two blocks away and pulled into the alley behind the Safeway. Ramon and two other men were waiting in a van and they quickly moved Pam from Nancy's car into the van and then Nancy drove me back to my car. I had picked up Pam's purse from the floor where she had dropped it and headed for Pam's car. I got her keys out of her purse and then drove it to the Safeway alley where one of the men who had been with Ramon was waiting. I took the car key off the key ring and gave it to him and then after searching the car to make sure that there were no video tapes in it the man drove off. Nancy picked me up, took me back to my car and then she went home. Once she had gone I drove over to Pam's apartment. I parked in the back of the parking lot and then walked around the side of the building to where Pam's unit located, let myself in using her keys and then searched the place. I found what I was looking for in a stack of video tapes next to her VCR. There were twelve in all and while nine of them had labels indicating that they were movies I still put them in the machine and checked then out in case they had been taped over. Two of the remaining were porn videos and the third was the one starring Nancy. I did a search of the apartment to make sure there were no copies around and then I left Pam's apartment and went home. When I got there Nancy asked me if I had found the tape and I told her that I had. "I looked at it long enough to verify it was the tape of you and when I was sure I destroyed it." "So you saw all I did." "No I didn't. I saw maybe a minute of the beginning of it and then I shut it off. For us to have any chance of surviving this it was best that I never see what was on that tape." "For us to survive this? Does that mean I still have a chance?" "A chance? Yes. A guarantee? No. I have a lot to get by and I don't know if I can. Only time will tell. +++++++++++++++++ We did survive it and irony of all ironies it was because of the tape that Nancy was so sure would destroy us. I had lied when I said that I had destroyed the tape. Nancy was right when she said that she was sure that my curious nature would have me watching the tape and that proved to be the case. No way I couldn't watch it after she had told me what was on it. I did watch it and surprise surprise it did not disgust me and make me want to toss Nancy out on her ass. What it did was turn me on to the point that I just HAD to fuck my wife. Not make love to her, but to fuck her! Fuck her hard and as often as I could. We do make love more often than we fuck, but it is only because I only watch the tape every couple of weeks or so, but when I'm done watching the tape I'm an animal in bed and Nancy seems to be enjoying both ways. Have I ever wished that I could see it happen in person and take part in one of those orgies with her? No I haven't and I never will. I'm just not that kind of guy. When I watch the tape and see the wanton slut taking on all comers do I ever wonder if she will ever do it again? Of course I do. She told me herself that she loved every second of it and wanted to do it again, but didn't because she knew she would end up sliding down a very slippery slope. Do I worry that she will ever do it again? Yes to that one also, but Nancy knows that I have the fear and she knows I watch her like a hawk and will more than likely pick up on it if she ever does it again. Nancy says she loves me and doesn't want to lose me and I believe her when she says it and she knows there would be no getting by it a second time. +++++++++++++++++ And Pam? That's the really weird part of the story. The plan was for Ramon to put Pam in one of his whore houses so his Hispanic clientele could enjoy a blond Anglo and then after a while he would ship her off to a whore house in Mexico. But that isn't what happened. When Nancy went to work on Thursday Pam was of course not there. It wasn't until almost lunch time that the fact that she hadn't called in was mentioned. Mary Ellen asked Nancy if Pam had gotten sick when they had stopped for drinks and Nancy told her that Pam had seemed fine when they split up. Friday there was no Pam again, but the word was that she had called in sick. Monday was the shocker. Pam showed up for work. During the morning coffee break Pam joined Nancy at a table in the break room and handed her an envelope. "It is every penny I got for pimping you out plus a hundred percent interest" and the she got up and walked away leaving a stunned Nancy sitting there. That evening at quitting time Nancy walked out of work just in time to see Pam get into a car driven by Ramon. Pam got in the car, slid across the seat and she and Ramon shared a long passionate kiss and then Ramon drove away. I haven't been able to get in touch with Ramon to find out what the hell is going on, but I'll bet there is a hell of a story there. Pam and Steve Pam's attention was attracted by a man who walked by her, holding the arm of an attractive young lady. He was wearing tight, sharp slacks with razor sharp creases and a loose, white shirt. His ass looked fantastic. "Oh my," Pam said quietly to herself. What she wouldn't do to get her hands on his lovely, sculpted cheeks. She watched him walk away. He had a broad back to go with his tight ass. She would have bet he had a long, thick cock as well. She turned to Steve who was standing beside her. He hadn't noticed that she was looking at another guy's ass because he was gawking at the huge tits of a young lady walking by on his left. She slapped him on his arm. "What?" he said. "Quit staring at her tits," Pam hissed quietly. "You embarrass me." "But they're so big." "That doesn't mean she wants you staring at them." "Then why's she wearing such a tight top?" Pam shrugged. She didn't know. She dressed like that herself when she wanted guys to look at her. Maybe that woman loved her tits and wanted everyone to know. "You don't have to embarrass me by staring at her," she said. "Sorry, Jesus," he said. They walked on quietly a little further. Pam stopped to look at a stuffed bear in one of the shop windows. "Isn't that so cute?" she said adoringly. "Yeah. Real cute," Steve said, looking around with disinterest. Pam bent at her waist to get a better view of the toy bear. It was big and fluffy and brown with a cute, black nose. She wanted Steve to buy it for her. She bent a little steeper. Something touched her ass. She almost straightened up, assuming that she had stuck her ass out too far and was blocking the aisle, but then she realized it was a hand on her right cheek, caressing gently. She smiled to herself, pleased that Steve was touching her in such a tender way. Her ass was beautifully outlined in a tight skirt and she was glad she wasn't wearing panties. She looked up at him. He was standing just to her left, looking in the direction of the Toy store. Both of his hands were in his pockets. Pam looked over her right shoulder as she slowly straightened. Standing beside her was another man, shorter than she was, with a long nose. He was looking in a window off to his right. His hand was on her ass. He looked at her. He was older than Pam realized, maybe in his late thirties. He smiled at her briefly, took his hand away, and walked off. She could still feel the warm sensation of his palm on the cheek of her ass. "Did you see that?" Pam said. "See what?" "That pervert had his hand on my ass." She was trying to follow him through the crowd, but he was too short and moved too quick. She lost him entirely. "I can't blame the guy. You have one great looking ass." He stood behind her and put both hands on her ass, one on each cheek. She felt his hard cock brushing against her ass. "Let's get out of here. I'm really horny for you." "Not yet," Pam said. "I've still got some shopping to do." Steve groaned and rolled his eyes. It reminded her of a little boy throwing a tantrum. "Come on, let's go," Pam said. She took his hand off her ass and pulled him along, deliberately heading in the opposite direction. For the rest of the day, Steve was terribly intolerant of Pam's shopping. He was obviously anxious to get out of there, and his impatience completely annoyed Pam. Finally, looking through some lingerie she thought might interest him, she had put up with enough and finally agreed to go get something to eat, at least. They went to one of the restaurants in the mall, the Smiling Irishman, a favorite of Steve's because of the low beer prices. Just before they went in, Steve stopped. "Here, hold on to this. I'll be right back," Steve said, and handed his varsity jacket to Pam. "Where are you going?" Pam said. "I just thought of a CD I want to buy." "Why do you wait until now?" Pam said, but he was already gone. Frustrated, she put on the big, heavy jacket. She would wait for him, but she hoped he wasn't going to be too long. Standing outside the restaurant, in a darkened little grotto outside the door, she checked her face and hair in a mirror on the cigarette machine, then leaned against the wall to read the menu. She was amused at the selection if Mexican/American food at an Irish bar. However, she did like enchiladas and the description of the enchilada on the menu sounded delicious. She felt Steve behind her, and just in time, too. She was getting hungry. He placed his hand comfortably on her ass. "I'm starving," Pam said, still examining the menu. Steve pushed his hips against her from behind, and shoved the ridge of his cock between her buns. His hands pulled her skirt up her thighs a few inches. She pushed her ass out. His cock felt right at home rubbing along the crack of her ass. Pam turned to him, her wide, blue eyes flashing a surprised look to say, "Take me, I'm yours", but it wasn't Steve behind her. It was the short guy who had touched her ass earlier. She almost screamed, but Steve's big hand came down on his shoulder and yanked him away. "You got some kind of problem?" Steve growled at him in an almost neanderthalic way. The nerdy looking guy shook his head nervously. His glasses slid down his nose and he hastily shoved them back up. "Is this the guy that touched your ass before?" Steve asked Pam. "Yes," Pam said, but she was afraid of what Steve was going to do to the poor guy now that she had accused him. "You like her ass so much?" he snarled. The guy looked awfully frightened. He frightened Pam as well. Steve looked around. He seemed to find what he was looking for, because he grabbed the small guy by his shoulders and started to drag him away. "Come on," he said to Pam. She followed him obediently across the hall, past some startled shoppers, down one of the little used hallways where some of the offices were closed and locked up. He found a short, darkened hallway that dead-ended at a doorway and brutally shoved the guy in. "You like her ass that much, you pervert?" Steve growled again. His teeth were clenched together and his eyes were almost glowing. The short man was so frightened he couldn't say anything. Steve grabbed Pam roughly and pressed her face-first against the wall. "Steve, what the hell are you doing?" Pam cried. Her hands were spread against the wall. Her cheek was pressed against the cold surface and she watched the stranger staring back at them. Somehow she felt pity for him. "Look at her ass," Steve commanded. "Look at it." The stranger's eyes went down to her rear. Steve's strong hands were caressing her, roughly squeezing her flesh. Despite her fear and apprehension, Pam was getting turned on in some perverse way. With his foot, Steve kicked her legs apart, like a cop accosting a criminal. His hand slipped up under the bottom of her short, tight skirt and rubbed the inside of her thigh. "She's got the best ass you'll ever see," Steve growled. The short stranger was so stunned he could only watch. Pam watched him in return. Steve's hand stroked way up her thigh. She was trembling with fear and excitement and breathing heavy. She had no idea what he was going to do. But she hoped he fucked her. She would prefer that he did that by far over beating the shit out of this poor man staring at her ass. Steve hooked his fingers under the snug hem of the skirt and slowly pulled it all the way up over her hips. "Oh yes. Oh yes," Pam whispered. When the stranger saw that Pam wasn't wearing panties, his eyes practically bugged out of his head. Steve's hands caressed her cheeks again and she closed her eyes. "You want to fuck her ass, don't you?" Steve barked. She imagined the stranger helplessly nodding his head. She began to wiggle her ass. She was really getting turned on by all this. She couldn't believe it. This poor jerk was standing only a few feet away, watching it all happen and she was getting turned on by it. "Give me your purse," Steve said. She didn't move to give it to him but he started digging through it anyway. She didn't know what he would want in there, but she let him go through it anyway. "There's no way in hell I'm going to let you fuck her ass," Steve started telling the guy. "But you're going to watch me do it." With her eyes closed, Pam smiled at the idea, but it wasn't until she felt him spread her ass cheeks apart and smear cold grease on her asshole that she realized he was serious about it. Her eyes snapped open and she froze. "Steve, are you crazy?" she whispered. She was looking directly at the stranger. Her was looking right at her bare ass. Steve had removed from her purse the tube of KY jelly she carried. He was smearing a big glob of the stuff on her tender hole. She heard his zipper go down. "Oh my God," Pam whispered. She couldn't believe this was really happening. Steve had lost, she was sure. She closed her eyes again and remained very still. He was going to fuck her. All of them were very quiet, except for the heavy breathing she could hear from herself, Steve and even the stranger. Like a distant dream, she could hear the sounds of the mall filtering toward them down the empty hallway. Her own breathing was ragged and weak. She could feel it warming the wall against her cheek. The next thing she felt were Steve's hands spreading her ass and the head of his cock touching her greasy asshole. He brutally shoved it into her. "Ow," Pam groaned. "Damn it, that hurts." It felt beautiful, but painful as hell. Steve held her hips with both and hands shoved it all the way into her. He was grunting like a wolf as he pumped fast and hard. Pam was groaning herself, almost ready to faint. She opened her eyes and watched the stranger's face. The guy was hypnotized while Steve pumped. He was nearly drooling. Steve did not spend too much time being gentle or attempting to satisfy her. He was merely putting on a show to scare this guy, which was fine with Pam, but she was extremely disappointed when he started to cum inside her while she was in the middle of enjoying a good, hard, exciting fuck. She wasn't even close to an orgasm when he pulled his cock out. She felt a tremendous letdown, especially since she was still buzzing with excitement. There was a roar in her ears that wouldn't go away. She didn't even pay attention when Steve stuffed his cock back into his pants and told the guy to get the hell out of there. She was aware that the guy was gone, but she hadn't seen him run off. Pam turned away from the wall. She had to hold it to stay up. Her legs were trembling and weak and she was a little bit dizzy. She tried to pull her skirt down with her free hand. "Are you ok?" Steve said, holding her by her arm. "What's wrong?" Smiling coyly into his eyes, Pam latched onto him. Her eyes seemed to melt into his, as if she were reading his thoughts. She slipped her right knee between his legs and rubbed her warm, moist crotch on his thigh. She nuzzle her face in his neck. "I want you to fuck me some more," she whispered in a low, husky voice. In an instant her tongue was in his mouth, struggling to find his tongue. She put her arms around his neck, pressing her breasts against his chest. Steve slipped both hands up her slender rib cage and hefted her tits with his fingers. "Would you like to cum in my mouth?" she panted. "Are you going to blow me?" "Yes." "Let me see you do it," he said. He pushed her down to her knees and she parted his legs. He leaned back against the wall and watched her. She looked back up at him from down on her knees, still smiling, while her hands roamed over the front of his pants. He had zipped them back up, but his cock was still hard inside. Steve glanced around to make sure no one could see them doing this. It wasn't that he cared about getting caught. It was just that he didn't want anyone to stop Pam before she got started. She gave head better than any girl he had ever known, and he had shot his wad on many girl's faces. Pam unzipped his pants again and pulled them down to get his cock back out. It appeared in front of her as if it had been waiting all this time, knowing that she would be there for it if it was patient. She stared at the big, purplish head before her eyes and ran her hand down the long shaft. It was still warm and covered with the grease Steve had used to shove it in her asshole. She was shaking with desire as she raised the head to her lips and placed the tip of her tongue on his cock. The grease had a unique taste. She kissed it tenderly, smothering it with her fat lips. The grease smeared all over her lips. Steve pushed the thick head against her mouth until her lips parted and took it in. He closed his eyes and sighed as her warm, soft, saliva-thick mouth engulfed him. It felt so good he had to hold his breath in an effort not to cry out. Her tongue worked furiously over the end of it. Her head bobbed rapidly. She made little happy, contented noises deep in her throat. She pulled her head back and let his dick slide out slowly between her lightly clenched teeth, then nibbled the head gently. She started sucking hard and it felt so good it made her forget all about the pervert. She just wanted to taste Steve's flesh and lick him a little. She slid most of the long shaft in and out between her wet, greasy lips with the dreamiest expression on her face. Her eyes were closed in rapture. Steve was breathing heavily when she put it in her mouth. While she sucked she cupped his balls in her hand and rolled them like marbles. His hands were tangled through her thick hair as his dick moved in and out of her mouth. He wanted to enjoy the pleasure of shooting his sperm in her mouth. It always felt so good. Looking down in the dim light, he could see her pink tongue poking out past her lips, licking along the side his shaft. He could feel the head slide right down her throat as her tongue licked. Pam was talking while she sucked, but her words smothered by the huge prick. He held his breath and listened to her praise the size of his dick. "Oh, Steve," she murmured. "It's so nice. I want your cum in my mouth." "I got plenty to give you," he said. He was going to cum hard. With his hands on either side of her head, he stopped her from bobbing up and down. Unprepared for anything so sudden, Pam was caught completely off guard when he roughly jammed his cock way down her throat, holding her face pressed against his groin and bucking his hips with short, quick thrusts. His cock was wedged way down in her throat and her mouth was filled with the shaft, which rubbed the tender skin at the very back of her mouth like a feather tickling her throat, which made her gag terribly. This excited Steve immensely. Pam's struggles to free herself from this predicament made him orgasm and his thick cum squirted straight down her esophagus, giving her an even greater need to cough. He could see her throat muscles moving rapidly to swallow the sperm and he felt her tongue licking around his shaft. He finally let her up and she pulled her head back to draw the cock out of her throat so she could breath again. It fell out of her mouth and she coughed fitfully. His cock hung in front of her face, dripping with saliva and mucous and cum. Pam swallowed the last of his cum that was in her mouth then licked it off her lips. She looked up at him. He could see the glaze of cum on her lips. She shivered with delight when she was finished. He helped her rise to her feet on her weak, shaky legs. She was giggling like she was drunk, which she was. Drunk with excitement and anticipation. He reached into the varsity jacket she was wearing, ripped open the front of her blouse and grabbed her tit. "Are you raping me?" she asked, giggling excitedly. She was stroking his wet cock. She had lifted her leg to stroke his hips with the inside of her thigh and held the end of his cock so it touched her cunt. Their bodies were pressed together tightly, face to face, like they were bundled together with ropes. Her big, firm breasts flattened against his hard chest. Her demure, innocent smile set off his broad, nasty grin. He squeezed her waist in his arm, squeezed her tit in his other hand, and kissed her deeply. She returned his kiss with all the passion she had stored up, burning with the fire she felt deep in her body. "Do it to me right," Pam whispered. "And don't spill a drop." Steve laughed and raised her on her tip-toes until his cock was pointed up her cunt. He let her down easy. She came back down with her thighs outside his hips and his cock easing past her greasy lips, right into her cunt. She clenched her teeth together and groaned. His big shoulders were tight in her clenched hands and his arms were as hard as steel posts. She wrapped her arms around his neck and hooked her legs around his. She writhed in his tight grip, her small, trim body penetrated by his thick cock. This one will be hard to explain, she thought, smothering Steve's face with her lips. Pam and Tanya: The New Arrangement Hot water from the shower streamed over Pam's back. What a weekend this had turned out to be. Friday morning, her husband, John, left for a business trip. Friday afternoon, she fantasized about her live-in maid, Tanya. Friday night, she seduced the girl and spent the night making love to her. Saturday was spent naked, sharing kisses with her, and Saturday night was a blur of wine, lingerie, and kinky sex. Now it was Sunday morning. Later, her husband would return home. How would she handle the situation? Would she continue her liaisons with Tanya or should she break-off the relationship? Her lust for the African-American maid half her age had turned into what she thought was the beginning of love. She knew she could never live without the tender kisses and naughty touches of the girl. But, how could she ever cheat on John? What if he found out? Would he think of her differently, or be angry? The nights of passion had been heavenly, but now reality was setting in. Eyes closed, Pam let the water wash over her. Suddenly, a hand was on her bottom. Jumping a little, she opened her eyes to see Tanya stepping into the shower. "I woke up lonely," Tanya said. "I hope there's enough room in here for both of us." The two women embraced and kissed. The hot water was nearly all gone by the time they finished their shower. Drying Pam's back, Tanya spoke first. "John's coming home this evening," a hint of sadness in her voice. "Yes" "What happens then?" "I'm not sure" Pam replied. "I know you're happily married, but I think I love you" Tanya confessed. "I know how you feel," Pam said, kissing the girl's cheek. "I love John, but I can't let this go." "Let's spend today together, and we'll see what happens, later" Pam whispered. Tanya nodded her head in agreement. Pushing Pam against the bathroom counter, she caressed the older woman's body. Kisses were exchanged and eventually, the women made their way back to the bed. In the quiet room, hours were spent exploring each other. Sometimes, the action got hot and heavy, using sex toys and other objects. Other times, fingertips lingered over skin. Pam kissed and nibbled every inch of Tanya's body. She loved the warmth of Tanya's full breasts against hers. The clock on the bedside table read 4:00PM. With her fingers mindlessly playing with Tanya's hair, Pam whispered," We should get up. John will be landing soon." Without a word, the women rose from the bed. Pam went to a drawer and pulled out a striped pair of Hanes Her Way bikini panties. Tanya made her way down the stairs to her room. Slipping into a tank top, Pam walked down the stairs to the kitchen. She could hear Tanya in her room. Pausing by the door, Pam, much as she regretted it, knew she would soon have to go back to her life the way it was before Friday. The phone rang. Not wanting to answer, Pam let the answering machine pick up the call. "Hi, it's me" John said through the speaker. "I'm pulling out of the airport parking lot. I should be home soon." Pouring a glass of wine for herself, Pam made her way to the back porch. She felt confused. After contemplating her options, she resolved to let nature run its course. Perhaps after John returned home, she would realize what to do. Before she knew it, she heard the sound of a taxi pulling into the driveway. John came into the house and called for her. "Out here" she called back. Rising from the lounge, she embraced her husband and kissed him. His kiss was deep and lusty. Taken aback a bit, Pam returned the kiss and allowed him to gently grope her body. Surely, he would want to make love, but he seemed a bit too urgent. She wondered why. Images of what John saw on the home's security camera danced in his head. He wondered if Pam had figured out that he could access the cameras through his laptop. He wondered if he should hint that he had seen her liaison with Tanya, or let her confess. Would she ever confess? He wasn't sure, but he knew that watching his wife make love to another woman in his kitchen had been the biggest turn-on he had ever experienced. "Let's go upstairs," he whispered in her ear. "Maybe later. If we go there so soon, Tanya will know exactly what we're doing," Pam replied. Giving Pam's ass one last squeeze, John smiled a devilish smile. "Ok, I'll wait. It gives me time to fantasize." Going back into the house, Pam poured her husband a glass of wine. The door to Tanya's room opened and she emerged, wearing a pair of denim cut-offs and a hooded sweatshirt. "Hi, good to have you home" Tanya said in a cheery voice. "I'm going out for a while. See you later." As soon as Tanya's car left the driveway, John took Pam by the hand and said," She's gone. Let's go!" "Let me get a quick shower, and I'll meet you in our room" Pam said, kissing him. Stepping to the shower for the second time that day, Pam told herself that the decision had been made. She would make love to her husband and her life would go back to the way it had been. Drying herself off, she wrapped the towel around herself and made her way to the bedroom. John was beneath the covers. The bulge in the sheet let her know that he was ready. Pulling back the sheet, his erection bounced to life. Slowly stroking it, she smiled at him. Their hands played over each other for quite a while. "Let's try something naughty," he whispered. Pulling a silk scarf from under the bed, John secured Pam's wrist to the bedpost. When her hands were tied to the opposite posts, he went to work on her ankles. Stepping back to admire his work, he said, "Something's missing" Using the last scarf, he wrapped it around her eyes. Tied and helpless, Pam felt his hands on her body. Fingers danced on her nipples. A finger traced its way down her belly and tickled her between her legs. She felt a weight climbing onto the bed and hands spreading the lips of her vagina. A warm tongue lapped at her. "John must had watched a porn movie during his trip, because it felt different than his usual technique. It felt familiar, but in a different way. Her breathing became quicker. Her moans became louder. Suddenly, something pushed against her lips. A penis slipped in her mouth. Disoriented, Pam wondered what was happening. How could he be licking her and having her suck his penis? Pulling away, she said in a concerned voice, "What's going on?" "I should have let you in on the secret" John said. "We have a visitor." Pulling the blindfold from his wife's eyes, John waved his hand like a television host revealing a prize. Pam Looked down and saw Tanya between her legs. "After I watched you and Tanya on the security camera the other morning, I called Tanya. She told me everything. Then we came to an agreement. We've decided to share you. Sometimes we'll have you by ourselves, sometimes we'll all play together." "Untie me, now!" Pam hissed. "I can't believe you'd do this to me. Get out, both of you" "Calm down, honey" said John calmly. "Remember, you made the first move. Think about this. I have video of you and Tanya together. It would be a shame if the video was leaked somehow." "What makes you think I'd go for this?" Pam said, pulling against her restraints. "You'll go for this for one reason. You love it. I saw how you licked her. I heard about your little kinky night in this bed. You'll go for this because it's what you want." Pam's mind raced. Humiliation and hate ruled her thoughts, but something else was there too. It was excitement. The many possible combinations of lovemaking teased her. Naughtiness washed over her. "Ok, if this is how you want it, give it to me." Pam whispered through clenched teeth. "Lick her" John commanded. Tanya did as she was told. Pam and Tanya: The Next Morning Sunshine streamed in the windows of Pam's bedroom. Stirring slightly, the figure behind her snuggled closer and a hand slipped between her legs. Grinning sleepily, Pam felt faint, warm breath on her neck. Delicate fingers teased her neatly shaved strip of pubic hair. Pam's eyes blinked open as the realization of what happened the night before came into focus in her mind. Her husband, John, had gone away on business, leaving her alone for the weekend. A series of innocent events the day before had culminated in a passionate night of lovemaking with their live-in maid, Tanya. Glancing at the bedside clock, she saw it was nearly 8:00AM. A flutter of guilt and excitement went through her belly. Would it be awkward when the girl woke up next to her, or would they simply pick up where they had left off? That question was answered a moment later when she felt Tanya's finger gently circle around her clitoris. A warm kiss was planted on her neck, followed by a whispered, "Good morning." Reaching down to adjust the girl's hand, Pam smiled over her shoulder. Tanya's dark hair was messed in a sexy "morning after" way. With their fingers intertwined, the two women slipped into a rhythmic grind against each other. No words were exchanged as the skin-to-skin contact generated more than enough sexual energy to keep them warm. Rolling over to face her new lover, Pam took Tanya's face in her hands. Tracing the young woman's lips with her thumbs, she leaned forward and kissed her deeply. Pulling back the covers, Tanya gazed at the body of her employer. She wondered if her own body would look this marvelous when she was in her 40's. Kissing her way down Pam's body, she had never felt so sexual; so free. Sitting up, Pam leaned back against the headboard and raised her knees. Looking down, she saw Tanya's head settle between her legs, feeling the warm wet mouth explore her. Occasionally, Pam would reach down and run her fingers through her lover's hair, giving the girl gentle encouragement. Suddenly, the phone on the bedside table rang. Pam instinctively knew it was John. He often called in the morning before leaving for his business related matters when he was away. Tanya stopped and looked up from her place between Pam's legs. The phone rang again. Reaching for the phone with trembling fingers, Pam answered. "Hi, honey. Did I wake you?" John asked. "No, I was already up," She answered, trying to sound natural. ""I thought you might sleep in, since you have the day to yourself." He said. "No, I have some things to do today," Pam replied. She let out a slight gasp as she felt a finger penetrate her. Looking down, Tanya had a sly smile on her face as she worked the finger in and out of her employer. A wave of desire washed over Pam as she talked to her husband on the phone while her lesbian lover teased and tickled her most sensitive spot. Several times, she held her hand over the mouthpiece of the phone to conceal her shallow breathing. Before the conversation was over, Tanya was lapping greedily at Pam's vagina. "Do you miss me?" John asked. "Yes, I do. Have a good day and don't worry about me. I have a busy day planned." She said. "I love you," John whispered tenderly. "I love you, too" Pam replied. The comment was directed to her husband on the phone, but her eyes were locked on the naked woman in her bed. Hanging up the phone, Pam took a handful of Tanya's hair and forced the girl to look at her. "You are such a bad girl," she said, with mock anger. "Yes, I am" Tanya grinned. Pulling the girl to her, Pam kissed her deeply. "Naughty girls get a spanking, you know" Pam said in a low, sexy voice. "Yummy" Tanya purred. "Turn around and show me your pretty little ass" Pam commanded. Tanya spun around on the bed and lifted her curvy behind. "Spank me" Tanya whispered, "Slap my ass" A naughty feeling came over Pam as she saw the girl bent over in front of her. Slapping lightly, she heard the girl moan. "Come on, spank me harder" Tanya hissed. Bringing her hand down on the firm dark flesh, Pam watched as the girl threw her head back in ecstasy. "Yeah, give it to me rough" Tanya urged. Pam licked her index finger and slid it into the girl as she slapped her ass again. Working the finger in and out, Tanya's hips bounced against Pam's hand. Slowly, Pam added more fingers until she was working 4 fingers deeper and deeper with each stroke. Succumbing to her kinky desires, Pam leaned forward and gave Tanya's winking asshole a teasing lick. The girl squealed with delight and reached back with one hand to spread her cheeks farther apart. Pam's tongue wiggled and tickled around the tight hole. Pulling away suddenly, Tanya scrambled away from her lover. "I can't come yet. This is too good" she said breathlessly. Leaving the bed, Tanya sat on the floor in front of the full-length mirror. Following her young lover, Pam crawled from the bed toward Tanya, like a cougar stalking her prey. The floor was still littered with lingerie that had been tossed aside from the night before. Hesitating for a moment, Pam spied a single black stocking, rumpled on the floor. Snatching it with her fingers, she crawled to Tanya and kissed her. Bringing the stocking into view, she placed it over Tanya's eyes and knotted it behind her head as a makeshift blindfold. Standing before her, Pam guided the young woman's head between her thighs. Reaching out with the tip of her tongue, Tanya searched for her treat. Short pubic hairs tickled her nose for a moment before she lapped at her employer. Bending slightly at the knees to give Tanya better access, Pam rolled her hips to the rhythm of her lover's tongue. Within a few minutes, Pam began to ride the wave of an oncoming orgasm. Forcing herself into the girl's face, she shook with ecstasy. Pulling the stocking from her eyes, Tanya smiled broadly as Pam collapsed on the edge of the bed. Mimicking the way Pam had crawled toward her earlier, Tanya inched her way to the bed. One of Pam's legs dangled over the edge. Creeping slowly, the girl planted gentle kisses on her lover's calf. Glancing down, Pam watched as Tanya kissed her way down to her toes. As if on cue, Pam presented both feet to the girl. Tanya gently kissed and nibbled the slender sexy toes. Rising up, she stood with her legs apart and lifted a foot to her vagina. Rubbing the big toe against her clitoris, the young woman brought herself to orgasm as Pam watched intently. With their urges briefly satisfied, the two women snuggled on the bed again. "I could spend all day like this" Tanya purred. "That sounds heavenly" Pam replied. The rest of the morning was spent in Pam's bed. Long stretches of silence were interrupted from time to time by brief chats or kisses. Finally, when their energy was replenished, the women rose. Pam reached for her robe, but Tanya stopped her. "Please, no clothing" She urged. Pam agreed and the pair walked downstairs completely nude. In the kitchen, Pam took a seat at the counter as Tanya poured glasses of orange juice. Leaning seductively over the counter to give Pam a nice view of her cleavage, Tanya asked what they should do for the rest of the day. "I'm sure we can occupy ourselves in one way or another," Pam said. Walking around behind her employer, Tanya nuzzled Pam's neck. Reaching around, she cupped the older woman's breasts and brushed the nipples with her thumbs. Pam wondered to herself exactly how many times could she come in one day. When they were newlyweds, she and John had made love several times a day, but with Tanya, she could come every time the girl touched her. A hand slipped between her legs and immediately found her button. Nibbles on her neck pushed her closer to the edge. Pushing the girl's hand away, she turned and faced Tanya. "Lay down on the counter" Pam commanded. Climbing up, Tanya stretched and winked at Pam. Using the tip of one finger; Pam traced the girl's curves. Tanya's skin tingled as Pam touched her. Circling a nipple, the skin puckered slightly as the nipple grew erect. Tanya fought the urge to giggle as the finger dragged down her belly. The fingertip continued lower until it found the moist lips of her vagina. Gazing down at her young lover, Pam relished the reaction she was getting. The girl was truly feeling pleasure. The finger worked its way between the lips and increased speed. Before long, Tanya was moaning and working her hips in unison with Pam's hand. Unable to resist, Pam parted the young woman's legs and lowered her mouth. If anyone passed by the large French doors of the dining room, they would be astonished to see Pam's head nestled between Tanya's legs as the girl writhed on the countertop. Silently, the tiny red light on the security camera blinked. Neither woman realized that their encounter in the kitchen was being saved on the DVR unit in the hallway closet. They also didn't know that at that moment, hundreds of miles away, Pam's husband, John, was logged into his laptop computer watching the entire scenario. Stroking his penis vigorously, he fantasized about his homecoming the next night. TO BE CONTINUED... Pam and Tanya: The Next Night Candlelight flickers in the bedroom. A tall, slender 40'ish woman reclines on the bed, wearing a black lace camisole. Around her waist is a black lace garter belt, the silk straps leading to sheer stockings. A tiny silk thong covers her most intimate area. Open-toe pumps on her feet complete the ensemble. Her dark brown hair frames a beautiful face, painted with deep red lipstick and dark mascara. On the bedside table, a bottle of wine chills in an ice bucket. Beside it, there are two glasses. One is empty, wearing the smudges of lipstick on its rim. The other is full, untouched for the time being. Feeling the results of the wine, Pam (the woman on the bed) reflects on the events of the day. She awoke in the arms of her live-in maid, Tanya, after a night of passionate lovemaking. She had not intended for this to happen. Her husband, John, had gone away for the weekend on business. She had planned to spend the weekend relaxing, but fate had stepped in and changed her plans. Now, with her husband away, she had taken a younger female lover. After waking to the sight of a naked, 20'ish, African-American woman in her bed, they had spent a lazy day together, making love. The highlight of the morning was taking the girl on the kitchen counter. Her dark skin against the cool marble countertop had aroused Pam in an unexpected manner. She had spent a long, delicious hour licking the girl slowly, until she came in a quivering orgasm. The young woman returned the favor by having Pam bend over the same counter, licking and nibbling her from behind. In a moment of kinky revelation, Tanya even took a banana from a nearby fruit bowl and inserted it into her employer's hot wet vagina. Working the fruit in and out of the woman, Tanya relished in her loud moans of pleasure. Midway through the afternoon, Pam had gotten a naughty idea. With the house all to themselves, she and Tanya would play-out a fantasy. An innocent fantasy that would provide a long night of passion. She had sent the girl out with list of items to retrieve for their evening. While Tanya was out, Pam took the time to get ready. She took a long hot bath, making sure to pamper her lithe body. Lotions and perfumes were applied, lingerie was chosen, and make-up was finished. Now, she waits for her lover. With the list that Pam had given Tanya now complete, the young woman drove home. An anxious feeling of anticipation fluttered in the pit of her stomach. It was nearly dusk when she pulled into the driveway. Carrying the bags into the entryway, she found a pair of strappy black heels with a note attached. "Get the silver serving tray from the china cabinet and place the items on it. Change into the outfit that I've hung in your room, along with these heels and come to my room." Doing as she was told, Tanya hurried to the dining room. She emptied the bags and placed the items on the tray. Her mind raced as she imagined how each would be used. Separately, each had its own purpose; a coil of soft cotton rope, wooden clothes pins, a feather duster, and a long string of faux pearls. Grouped together, they became the playthings for a kinky evening. Placing the tray on a table at the bottom of the steps, Tanya retrieved the heels and walked to her room. She gave a light gasp when she saw what was hanging on the doorknob. A French maids outfit, complete with white, lace-topped stockings and little white cap awaited her. Trying to control her shallow breathing, the young woman quickly showered and dressed for her employer. Before taking a last look in the mirror, Tanya dabbed a touch of cologne behind her ear and between her breasts. The maid's outfit was obviously from Pam's lingerie collection, because it was a little to long for her, but the smaller bust size caused her larger breasts to bulge over the top, creating cleavage that would make anyone look twice. Tanya got the tray and made her way up the steps, being careful to balance herself on the high heels. Taped to the door of the bedroom was another note. "I am the mistress of this house and you are my maid. When you enter my bedroom, you'll obey my every command and submit to my every whim." With a trembling hand, Tanya gave the briefest of knocks. "Come in" Pam replied in a low purr. Opening the door, the young woman saw her mistress reclining on the bed. Smiling, Tanya entered the room and said, "You called for me, ma'am?" "Did you bring what I told you?" "Yes." "Put the tray down on the dresser and show me." Trying to be coy, Tanya held each item up for her mistress's approval. "Good. Now, bring the pearls to me." Pam commanded. Tanya did as she was told. Walking to the edge of the bed, she held the pearls out. Taking the pearls from her maid with a long lingering touch, Pam smiled. Holding the pearls by each end, she slowly ran them over her body, first between her breasts, them down across her soft belly. Tanya watched the woman, wondering what she would do next. Lifting a knee and rolling onto her side, Pam threaded the pearls between her legs, with one hand in front and the other behind her, dragging the pearls back and forth across the crotch of her silk panties; she moaned a sexy little moan. "Do you like watching me?" Pam asked. Tanya nodded her head. In an effort to please both herself and her maid, Pam worked the pearls harder and harder across her panties. "Kiss me" Pam commanded. Tanya did as she was told. Lips touched and tongues played together. Tanya's hand went to her employer's breast. Pulling away suddenly, Pam reprimanded the girl. "Do not touch me unless I tell you. That's your only warning. If it happens again, you'll be punished." Pam said in mock sternness. "Yes, ma'am," Tanya whispered. "I see you've dressed in your uniform. Turn around for me." Pam purred, still working the pearls across herself. Tanya turned her back to her employer. Letting go of the pearls for a moment, Pam lifted the girl's frilly skirt. "You're not wearing panties," she said, admiring her lover's ass. "Why?" "Mistress didn't give me any panties to wear" Tanya replied in character. "Bend over and spread your cheeks for me" Pam ordered. Tanya did as she was told. Focusing on the young woman, she saw moist, wet lips peeking from between her legs. Grabbing the pearls again, the woman continued pleasuring herself. "Touch yourself for me" Pam said between heavy breaths. Tanya did as she was told. "Now, it's your turn," Pam said, holding the string of pearls out to her maid. Taking the pearls from the woman, Tanya passed them over her outstretched tongue. Then, as her lover had done, she dragged them over and between her exposed pussy lips. "Does it feel good?" Pam asked. "Oh, yes!" Tanya said excitedly. Climbing from the bed, Pam took her place behind the girl. Reaching forward, she gripped the girl's thighs and placed her tongue over her swollen clitoris. The feeling of the pearls along with a hot tongue, Tanya immediately felt the urge to come. Fighting as best as she could, Tanya slowed the pace of the pearls. She heard a low giggle from behind her. "Ready to come?" Pam asked. "I don't want to, but I'm close" Tanya whimpered. Suddenly, a sharp slap was delivered to her exposed ass. "You will not come unless I allow you to come" Pam said, a little louder than necessary. "No, ma'am" Tanya whispered. "Stand up and face me." Pam commanded. Tanya did as she was told. Leaning forward, the older woman kissed the younger woman again. Instinctively, Tanya's hands went to Pam's breasts. Another slap was delivered to her behind. "What did I tell you before?" Pam snapped. "I must not touch you unless I'm told to do so or I'll be punished." Tanya whimpered. "That's right. Now, get me the rope." Tanya retrieved the rope and held it in front of her. Snatching the rope from the girl's hands, Pam ordered her to strip naked. Peeling the uniform from her body, Tanya gazed into her employer's hungry eyes. Once naked, Pam grabbed the girl around the waist and pulled her close. Stepping out of character for a moment, Pam asked, "Are you alright with this?" Tanya replied with a nod and quick wink. Continuing to kiss her, Pam lowered the young woman to the bed. Gently taking her wrist, Pam stretched it to the bedpost and secured it with the rope. After doing the same with her other wrist, the woman tied the maid's ankles to each lower post. Stepping back to admire her work, Pam smiled an evil smile. Wriggling her hips a bit, she pulled the panties from her bottom. "You'll like these. They're very wet." She purred. Holding them to Tanya's face, she asked, "Can you smell my excitement?" Tanya breathed deeply and nodded. Stretching the waistband, Pam pulled them over the girl's head and inserted the moist crotch into her mouth as a gag. "This should muffle you a little, because I know you're going to get loud when you find out what I have planned." Pam teased. Straining a little against her restraints, Tanya lifted her neck to see what Pam was doing. A pang of fear and excitement rushed through her as she saw her mistress pick up the feather duster. "Are you ticklish, my dear?" Pam asked. Suddenly, Tanya began to think the game was going a little too far. "Relax," Pam said, comforting the young woman. "You'll enjoy this." Lightly brushing the feathers over Tanya's breasts, Pam saw the girl pull tight against her bonds. She squirmed to get away from each stroke of the duster. Testing and teasing as she went, she found the girl was most ticklish on her sides and on the soles of her feet. The panty-gag did little to muffle the sounds of the girl's shrieks as she relished each tormenting stroke of the feathers. Electricity shot through her body as the older woman heightened her senses with the feather duster. A slight sheen of perspiration had collected on Tanya's body. Blowing lightly on Tanya's nipples, Pam watched as the nubs of flesh grew as hard a tiny dark marbles. Without a word, Pam turned the feather duster in her hand and rubbed the tip between her lover's legs. Tanya thrust her hips as high as she could to get relief from the wooden handle. Using one hand to part the swollen lips, Pam worked the handle in and out of the girl, giving a little twist as the stroke continued. Tanya's moans were quite loud now. At that moment, in a hotel several hours away, Pam's husband, John, returned from his late dinner meeting. He had been unable to focus on work that day. Earlier that morning, he had logged-in to the home's security system with his laptop and had witnessed Pam & Tanya's encounter in the dining room. The grainy, black & white image of his wife pleasuring another woman on the kitchen countertop had been on his mind all day long. Connecting to the system with his computer, John scanned the 5 cameras that watched over his home. Night vision images of the dining room, garage, living room, and entryway showed no activity. However, the upstairs hallway camera showed faint light coming from their bedroom. With the door slightly ajar, he could faintly see the edge of their dresser. There was something on the edge. Perhaps a tray of some kind with items on it. He cursed himself for not installing a camera in the bedroom, but he knew that Pam would never have allowed it. His eyes searched for any hint of movement. After a few minutes, a shadow approached the dresser. The dark silhouette showed a tall woman in heels. She picked something up from the tray and left the screen. What could be happening? John's eyes remained glued to the flickering image on his laptop for more than an hour. Unfortunately, he saw nothing more for the night. Deciding to give her young lover a little break, Pam stopped pumping the wooden handle of the feather duster. Letting it inserted, she gazed at the trembling maid on the bed. Tanya tried in vain to continue the rhythm by working her hips. The feather duster jiggled a bit, sending shivers of pleasure through her. Pam turned and walked to the dresser. Glancing out the doorway for a moment, she thought she saw a red dot blink. Blaming it on the wine, she picked up several clothespins and returned to her task. Taking Tanya's left nipple between her fingers, she stretched it upward. A moan escaped the girl's throat. A moment later, Pam gently clipped the clothespin to the dark flesh and let the breast drop. A bolt of exquisite pain shot through Tanya. While the pressure on her nipple was snug, it was not totally uncomfortable. Pam did the same with the other nipple and stood back to admire her work. Two clothespins remained in her hand. Slowly sliding the feather duster from between the girl's legs, she lightly rubbed the sticky lips. Spreading the lips apart, she carefully clipped a clothespin on each side. The weight of the clothespins pulled down on the lips, exposing Tanya's clitoris nicely. Pulling on her bonds, Tanya writhed on the bed. A mere kiss on her clitoris would send her over the edge. With pleading eyes, Tanya watched as Pam slowly stripped out of her lingerie. Walking to the dresser once again, Pam poured herself another glass of wine. Drinking deeply from the glass, she looked at the remaining liquid in the bottle. "Would you like some?" she asked her captive. Tanya nodded. Finishing her glass with another gulp, Pam carried the bottle to the bed. Lifting her left foot and resting it next to Tanya's head, she slid the bottle down her body until it sat on the bed below her. Holding the bottle with one hand, and spreading her lips with the other, she lowered herself onto the slender glass neck. The alcohol from the wine burned a little as it was inserted, but Pam continued to fuck the bottle, just inches from Tanya's face. After a few moments, she removed the bottle out and pulled the panties from her lover's mouth. Tipping the bottle to Tanya's lips, the girl drank greedily. When the last drops were gone, Tanya licked the neck of the bottle as well as Pam's fingers. "How did that taste?" Pam inquired. "Heavenly" Tanya smiled. "Then you'll love this" Pam replied, taking her place on the bed above Tanya's mouth. The young woman's eyes widened as her employer held onto the headboard of the bed and squatted down. Tanya detected a faint hint of wine as she licked the vagina in front of her. Without the use of her restrained hands, Tanya did her best to give Pam pleasure with her tongue. Occasionally, Pam would pull away from her lover's mouth and immediately plunge down again. With the house all to herself, the mistress became quite vocal. Cries and moans filled the house. "Lick me harder, make me come" Pam shouted. "Stick you hot tongue in my pussy!" Shaking from head to toe, Pam went over the edge and had the most powerful orgasm of her life. Still shaking, she gently untied her lover's wrists and ankles. Once the girl was free, Tanya took Pam in her arms and kissed her lovingly. "That was so sexy" she purred in her employer's ear. Cuddling on the bed, Pam nodded off. She floated in a dreamlike cloud of bliss, thinking of Tanya. She was barely aware of the movement on the bed. She moved to wrap her arm around the young woman by her side, but it wouldn't move. Her eyes blinking open to full consciousness, she saw the ropes binding her wrists to the bedposts. Standing next to the bed, Tanya drinks from her wine glass, feather duster in her hand. "Now, it's my turn" she says in a low sexy voice. TO BE CONTINUED... Pam and Tanya: Their First Encounter AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is dedicated to Pam and John, two dear friends whose fantasy inspired me. This is my gift to them. * Kissing his sleeping wife tenderly on her neck, John grabbed his suitcase and quietly left the bedroom. It was 4:30AM on Friday morning. He hated these weekend business trips, but if he wanted to keep his business successful, they were necessary. Sometimes he took his wife, Pam, with him, but this trip would leave little time for anything but business. Coming down the stairs, he noticed the kitchen light was on. Setting his suitcase by the front door, he turned to see Tanya, their live-in maid, standing in the hall with a travel mug and newspaper. Pam was an attractive 20 year old, African-American college student who came highly recommended from the agency that he & Pam consulted for a maid. "I knew you'd be leaving early, so I made you some coffee for your trip to the airport," Tanya whispered. "Thank you," John replied. "You've only worked for us for a month, but you've really made yourself indispensable. I don't know what Pam & I would do without you." "You're wonderful people," Tanya said. "It's a pleasure to work for you." "I better get going. Thanks again for the coffee. I'll be back late Sunday evening," John said as he opened the front door. Driving to the airport, John's mind wandered. Having an attractive college student living in his home would be quite a temptation for some men. Standing 5' 5" tall, her curves were enough to turn the heads of most men. However, John had everything he could wish for in his wife Pam. Tall and tanned, Pam's slender body was a perfect fit for him. Still, what if it was Pam who was going away for the weekend? It would definitely be a struggle to resist if Tanya showed an interest in him. He laughed to himself as he thought of all the tissues he would go through if he were to find himself in that situation. Back at the house, Tanya decided to catch-up on the wash since she probably wouldn't be able to get back to sleep anyway. Entering the laundry room, Tanya started the washer and sorted through the hamper. Stuffed near the bottom was a lacy pair of black thong panties. Pulling them out, Tanya held them up and admired them. It wasn't too long after she moved in before she realized that Pam & John were very sexually active. The muffled sounds of moaning and the squeaking bedsprings embarrassed her and it was hard to look her employers in the face the next morning, but now it was just commonplace. More than a few times while cleaning their bedroom, Tanya stumbled upon forgotten sex toys, rumpled stockings and garter belts or a porn DVD. Discreetly putting them back where they belonged, Tanya would continue with her daily chores. However, sometimes, when she had the house to herself, Tanya would imagine what her employers had done the night before and use one of their sex toys on herself. Staring at the black lace panties, Tanya felt a bit horny. She wondered what Pam looked like in these panties. A vision of Pam, lying on the bed with one hand inside these panties and the other hand working her nipples drifted into her mind. She held the fabric to her nose and breathed deeply. The faint scent of sex and perfume intoxicated her. Quickly loading the washer, Tanya stashed the panties in the pocket of her robe and went back to her room. Stripping out of her robe and nightclothes, Tanya climbed into the large four-poster bed and feverishly fingered herself to a quick and barely satisfying orgasm with the panties. Feeling a little ashamed, she tossed the panties on her dresser. She would put them back in the hamper on her next trip to the laundry room. Since she was up early, Tanya was able to finish most of her duties before Pam woke up. A little after 9:00AM, Pam made her way to the kitchen. "Good morning," Pam said. Tall and brunette, with shoulder-length hair, she was dressed in a long flowered silk robe. Long tanned legs peeked from behind the silk robe as she walked sleepily to the coffee maker. "Morning," Tanya replied. "Here, let me make fresh coffee for you. That's what I made for John before he left this morning." "What time did he leave?" Pam asked. "A little after 4:30. I couldn't get back to sleep, so I was able to get a lot of things done this morning." Tanya said. "Tanya, I've told you before, you don't have to work as hard as you do around here. John and I wanted someone to keep the place tidy and help out during the week, as well as someone who would watch the place when we were away. On the weekend, you can take it easy. You're spoiling us," Pam told her. "I know," Tanya laughed. "But I really appreciate this job and want to do well." "You have nothing to worry about," Pam smiled. "If you don't mind, I think I'm going to go out for a while and pick up a few things," Tanya said. "Have a good time. See you later," Pam replied. After Tanya left, Pam put on some soft music and sat down on the couch. With John away, she would have the entire weekend to do as she pleased, and all she wanted to do was relax. Closing her eyes, Pam let her mind wander. She thought how lucky she and John were to have such a lovely home and how fortunate they were to live so comfortably. She thought of how wonderful it would be to make love to John sometime on this couch. Images of her sitting on the edge as John knelt in front of her and licked her between her legs floated in dreamy silence. She thought of him standing up and her taking his hard penis in her mouth. In her fantasy she bobbed her head back and forth as she heard him moan. Using both hands, she grabbed John's ass cheeks and pushed his cock deeper in her mouth. Out of the corner of her eye she caught a slight movement. There standing in the doorway was Tanya, dressed in a sheer white bra and panties. Walking to the edge of the couch in white high heels and thigh-high white stockings, Tanya leaned down. Pam slid John's penis from her mouth and kissed Tanya deeply. Pam's eyes blinked open and she let out a quiet gasp. It had only been a dream. She thought to herself, "John's on a business trip and Tanya is out of the house. I just dozed off." She had never thought of Tanya in that way before. "It was just a fantasy, nothing more," she thought. However, her mind would not let go of the thought of kissing Tanya's full soft lips, or the image of Tanya's brown skin against the sheer white material of her bra and panties. Pam realized that the fingers of her right hand were fluttering against her own silky panties. Rubbing and tickling her clitoris, Pam didn't want to stop, but she did. "I can't think about things like that," she thought. It's not right and Tanya is such a young girl. I'd feel guilty. Getting up from the couch, Pam walked to the bedroom. Trying to put the thoughts out of her head, she dressed in her casual shorts and t-shirt. Perhaps a quick trip to the mall and to the market would be on her agenda today. The bright late morning sunshine blinked off the windshield of Pam's car as she drove to the mall. The next hour or so was spent browsing though her favorite clothing and bookstores. Walking through the mall, Pam glanced into Victoria's Secret. There was Tanya, looking at bra and panty sets. Turning to walk over to her, she hesitated when she saw Tanya pick up a sheer white bra and hold it against herself. Pam's mind went to the earlier fantasy and she felt a hot flush run through her belly. Walking quickly to the exit, she hoped Tanya had not seen her. Even though it had only happened in a fantasy, she still felt a little embarrassed. Back at the house, Pam felt a nervous excitement. She knew she shouldn't feel this way, but she was getting more and more turned on by what she had thought of earlier. The devil on one shoulder told her that John was away and she had the house and Tanya all to herself. She had always tried to suppress the lesbian fantasies she had, but what harm could it do to seduce the girl? She was young, pretty, and so inexperienced when it came to sex. She would be doing the girl a favor my making love to her. Meanwhile, the angel on her other shoulder scolded her for thinking such thoughts. She was married and she couldn't do such a thing to her husband behind his back. But the devil chimed in and reminded her that John, from time to time, had whispered in her ear about how he longed to see her with another woman. The back-and-forth debate continued in her head for quite some time until she heard the front door open. Tanya walked into the house carrying several bags. Most predominately was a small pink bag from Victoria's Secret. Pam's mind raced. Had Tanya bought the bra and panty set from her fantasy? Forcing a smile, she asked Tanya what she had bought. Tanya set the items on the couch and proceeded to show each one to Pam. When she came to the Victoria's Secret bag, Pam thought she would start to visibly tremble. "...and a few things from here." Tanya said, holding up the bag. "But I'm sure you don't want to see this stuff." "Of course not," Pam replied. "Every girl needs to keep some things private." On one hand she felt proud of herself. She had put the thoughts out of her head and she was acting like a proper adult. On the other hand, she could have kicked herself. She knew if Tanya had opened the bag and showed her the sheer white bra and panties, she would have had to excuse herself to her bed room and finger herself to an orgasm. Tanya gathered the items and went to her room. Pam breathed a frustrated sigh and went to the kitchen. Choosing a bottle of wine, she opened it and poured herself a glass. Drinking it down in several big gulps, she refilled the glass. Perhaps a long, hot bath would help her relax. Bringing the bottle with her, she made her way upstairs to the master bath. As the tub filled, she finished the second glass and filled her third glass. The effect of the wine made her feel lighter and calmer. Stripping from her clothes, she pulled her hair into a loose bun and eased into the tub. Breathing deeply, she leaned back and closed her eyes. The sexual tension she had been feeling started to melt away. Her hands drifted over her skin. Fingertips traced the curves of her breasts and teased her hardening nipples. Draping a leg over the edge of the tub, Pam's hand drifted between her legs and teased her clitoris. She barely heard the soft footsteps coming up the stairs. Tanya had tossed her bags on her bed and went to the laundry room to take the bath towels out of the dryer. Folding a large stack, she picked them up and steadied the top with her chin to keep them from tipping over. Her bare feet made whispering steps as she made her way up the steps to the master bath. The door was cracked open, so she turned around and nudged the door slightly with her round bottom to push it open. Turning around, Tanya saw Pam in the bath, teasing a nipple with one hand. The other hand was just below the surface of the water, between her legs. A flash of her earlier fantasy popped into her head, making her jump in surprise. The towels fell from her grasp and fell to the floor. Pam's eyes opened to see the towels falling to the floor. "Oh my, I'm so sorry, ma'am" Tanya said as she scrambled to pick up the towels. Pam's hands instinctively covered her naked breasts. "No, no, it's my fault. I should have locked the door," she said, feeling a blush spread over her. "It will only take a second to clean up this mess. Then you can have your privacy. I'm so embarrassed," Tanya pleaded, her voice trembling "Don't worry about it. Everything's fine," Pam said in a consoling voice. Stacking the towels in the closet, Tanya kept her back turned away from her employer. Rushing to the door, she left without a word; a tiny tear rolling down her cheek. Letting out a long, quivering breath, Pam sat up in the tub. Disgust and shame spread over her. How could she be so stupid? Not making sure the door was locked was just plain careless. Then a quick shot of panic went through her. What did Tanya see when she opened the door? Was it the shock of seeing someone in the tub that made her drop the towels, or was it the shock of seeing Pam masturbating? Then, something strange happened. Pam's shame turned to an odd feeling of lust. Had the young girl really seen her touching herself? If she did, what did she think? Did she admire her body for a moment before becoming startled? Was she thinking of Pam's naked body right now? "What is wrong with me?" Pam thought. "She's probably in her room crying right now, and I'm up here thinking like this. I need to go make sure she's OK." Drying herself off quickly, Pam slipped the long silk robe over her naked body and headed downstairs. Stopping for a moment outside Tanya's door, she heard the muffled sound of sniffling. Knocking lightly, Pam asked if she could come in. Opening the door, Tanya wiped a tissue over her eyes and immediately began apologizing again. "I'm so sorry. I know you want to fire me, so I'll get my things together and be out by tonight," she sobbed. "Don't be silly," Pam said. "Everyone makes mistakes. My mistake was to not close the door. If anyone is at fault it's me." "Are you sure?" the young girl asked. "Of course I'm sure," Pam laughed. "This is nothing to worry about. Besides, if I were to fire you, John would be heartbroken." A little smile spread over Tanya's face as she whispered, "Thank you. It will never happen again." Leaning forward, Pam gave the girl a hug. Suddenly, Pam's eyes glanced at the dresser. Are those her black panties from the other night? She remembered how John tossed them on the floor before he climbed on top of her. Why were they on Tanya's dresser? Had she brought Pam's dirty panties back to her room on purpose? Her mind reeled as she thought of the girl touching her black lace panties. Within a split second, Pam knew what she would do. Giving the girl a gentle squeeze, she turned to leave the room. Glancing over her shoulder and trying to sound casual, she asked Tanya what her plans were for the evening. "I don't have any plans," Tanya replied. "Why" "I'm going to clean out a closet in my room, and I'll need some help. Can you come up in half an hour?" Pam asked. "See you then" Tanya smiled. Walking up the steps, Pam felt lust wash over her. Cleaning a closet might be a dirty job, so Tanya changed into a pair of cut-off jeans and a tight tank top. Her 36C breasts pushed against the material and created a deep "V" of cleavage that she had always been proud of. Grabbing some bags, she made her way up the stairs about 20 minutes later. Lightly knocking on the bedroom door, Tanya asked to come in. "Come in," Pam called. Opening the door, Tanya's eyes widened a bit. There stood Pam in a black silk camisole with black stockings and a garter belt. Matching black panties completed the outfit, along with a pair of open toe heels. Various lingerie littered the bed and floor. An empty bottle of wine sat on the dresser next to an empty glass. Pam's hair was tussled a bit and a hint of red lipstick glistened on her lips. "I really need to go through these things and get rid of some of it. Be a dear and run down to the kitchen and bring another bottle of wine. I seem to have emptied this one." Pam said. A stunned moment later, Tanya nodded her head and went to get the wine. "Don't forget to bring a glass for yourself" Pam called. When Tanya returned with the wine, the black stockings still adorned Pam's long legs, but she was tugging a scarlet bustier over her breasts. Its tightness barely covered her nipples and caused her boobs to spill over the lace trim. "I've had some of this stuff since college and I really need to try it all on. What doesn't fit goes in the bag." Pam said. Tanya set the wine bottle on the dresser along side the empty glasses. "Would you like this opened?" Tanya asked. "Oh, yes, and keep it coming. I'll need a few more drinks to cure my depression after trying to fit into some of this stuff," Pam laughed. "Hardly," Tanya said. "You've got nothing to worry about. You're gorgeous." "Well, thank you. But, I'm pretty sure I'll pass out from lack of oxygen if I let this on any longer." Pam replied. Tugging down the bustier, Pam's breasts bounced free. Her nipples were visibly erect as she let the garment fall to the floor. Kicking the bustier to Tanya with one of her open toe sling heels, Pam said, "That one has got to go." Tanya bent down and pick up the bustier and folded it, putting it in one of the bags she brought. "I've always liked this one," Pam said as she picked up a frilly see-through white teddy. But since I have the stockings on, I should probably go though all the dark things first." Turning around and bending down to retrieve another piece of lingerie, Tanya saw the black seam that ran down the back of the stockings and the silky curve of Pam's ass in her panties. Glancing over her employer, she saw full breasts hanging in the reflection of the full-length mirror. Averting her eyes to avoid being caught, Tanya drank deeply from her wine glass. Pam picked up a sheer black demi bra with white lace accents. "I know there's a pair of matching panties that go with this bra. Ca you look for them?" Pam asked, slipping on the bra and reaching behind to hook it. Sifting through a small pile of panties, Tanya found a pair of sheer, high-waisted panties with the same accents. Hooking her thumbs in the waistband of her panties, Pam tugged them down in front of her live-in maid. Giving her hips a little wiggle, they fell around her ankles. Reaching for the panties, Pam let her fingers linger for a moment on Tanya's hand. Giving the slightest wink, her fingertip dragged sensuously over Tanya's dark skin, igniting a warm glow in the young woman. Turning her back to Tanya, Pam bent over and stepped into the panties, making every effort to show off her body. In one motion, she stood up and pulled the panties into place. Admiring herself in the mirror, Pam saw Tanya's eyes locked on her body. Without a word, she turned around and stepped toward her maid. At first Tanya hesitated, but stayed in place as Pam approached her. Leaning forward, Pam whispered, "How do I look?" Barely a sound escaped Tanya's lips as she replied, "Lovely". "Would you like to see more?" Pam purred. The young woman's head nodded slightly. Taking her position in front of the mirror again, Pam unhooked the sheer bra and slid it off. Likewise, the panties slid free from her hips. "I think the stockings have to come off, too" She whispered. Sitting on the bed, she slipped the heels from her feet and slowly rolled each stocking from her legs. Totally exposed, Pam reached for the frilly white see-through teddy. Pulling it on, she kept her eyes locked on Tanya. Standing up, she slipped her heels back on and walked to Tanya. Talking her hand, Pam said, "It's not fair that I'm the only one playing dress-up. Why not go down to your room and put on what you bought at Victoria's Secret today while I finish here." With that, she leaned forward and planted a single gentle kiss on Tanya's lips. Almost in a trance, Tanya turned and walked from the room and down the steps. So many thoughts were racing through her mind. Excitement was causing her to tremble. Should she go through with this? It seemed that there was no turning back now. Stripping from her shorts and tank top, Tanya opened the pink bag. A sheer white bra and panty set fell to the bed. Looking at them, Tanya knew what would happen next. The question was, did she want it to happen? The fluttering in her belly let her know that she wanted this more than anything she had ever wanted. In a few moments, the panties were in place the she was adjusting the straps of her bra. Dark nipples strained against the fabric. Barefoot, she made her way back to Pam's room. Timidly stepping through the doorway, she saw Pam lying on the bed, covered only by the sheet, with one leg peeking out. Pam and Tanya: Their First Encounter "Very nice," Pam said. "But it's missing something. Why not slip on those white stockings." Her head nodded toward the stockings draped over the handle of the door. Below them stood a pair of white pumps. "The shoes may be a little big for you, but it will complete the package nicely." Sitting in the large wing chair by the door, Tanya gathered each stocking in her hands and pulled them over her legs. The lovely silk encased her legs and made her feel sensuous. Stepping into the heels, she glanced in the mirror. Turning to Pam, she smiled a sexy smile and gave a flourish with her hands that looked like she was showing a prize on the "Price is Right". Giggling, Pam told the maid to walk around the room so she could see her at all angles. Aware of her employer's eyes on her, Tanya strutted around the room in her most sexy way. Pam patted the bed next to her. Obeying her, Tanya sat down on the edge of the bed. "Kiss me" Pam purred. Tanya replied by taking the woman in her arms and kissing her deeply. Quivering hands on smooth skin followed. Pam's hands went to Tanya's full breasts and squeezed lightly. Puling back the sheet, Tanya gazed at her lover's body. Pink tipped breasts gave way to a flat belly. A little further down, a thin strip of neatly trimmed pubic hair caught her attention. She had never really seen another woman's vagina in this way. Pam took Tanya's hand and guided it between her legs. The warmth surprised Tanya. Rubbing lightly, she felt a finger slip between the moist lips. A quiet gasp slipped from Pam's lips, followed by a moan. Taking the role of the aggressor, Pam pulled the young woman closer to her. Feeling Tanya's large boobs against her own was heavenly. Reaching around, Pam unclasped the sheer white bra and slid it from Tanya's shoulders. Her dark brown nipples were erect. Taking them between her lips, Pam tongued and sucked them hungrily. The hard nubs of flesh felt delightful against her tongue. Tanya moaned loudly and threw her head back, increasing the speed of her fingers on Pam's clitoris. Pam responded to this by throwing her legs further apart to give her lover better access to her goodies. Pam's hand slipped between Tanya's legs and rubbed at the sheer material. Taking the panties in her hand, she tugged upward so the material slipped between Tanya's pussy lips. Gently rocking her hips, Tanya rode a delightful wave. Rolling over Pam, Tanya fell to the bed beside her. Immediately, Pam slipped the panties from her young lover and took her place between the girl's legs. Nibbling her neck, Pam worked her way down Tanya's body. Pausing for just a moment, Pam admired the flower before her. Dark, swollen lips were just inches from her mouth. Glancing up into Tanya's eyes, Pam smiled and leaned forward. Tanya clutched the sheets as Pam's hot tongue parted her and found its mark. Pam gripped the girl's thighs tightly as she bucked and moved on the bed. Squeals of delight filled the room along with sounds of shallow breathing and wet licks. "Oh my," Tanya said breathlessly. "I'm going to come." Instantly, Pam pulled from between Tanya's thighs and moved up to kiss her. Their tongues danced feverishly in each other's mouths. Standing on the bed, Pam gripped the headboard of the large bed and squatted down, giving Tanya no other choice but to accept the gift that was before her. Placing a few tender kisses around her lover's vagina, Tanya snaked her tongue along the wet folds. Rocking her hips back and forth, Pam rode her young lover's face. Looking down, Pam stared into Tanya's eyes and saw innocence mixed with raw sexual passion. With each lick, Tanya's tongue dragged the entire length of Pam's pussy. From time to time, the tip of Tanya's tongue would wiggle dangerously close to Pam's asshole. Shivers went through Pam, as nasty thoughts possessed her. Rocking forward as far as she could go, Pam felt the hot, wet tongue find its target. Sensing her lover's excitement, Tanya lapped at the tight hole, occasionally taking time to tease the clitoris before returning to her task. Finally, when she thought she could take no more, Pam spun around and mounted the young woman in a 69 position. She nearly screamed in delight when Tanya slipped a finger in her ass while licking her. Almost in unison, both women tensed and quivered as they enjoyed the oncoming orgasm. Locked together as one, the lovers held tightly to each other. Exhausted and spent, the women collapsed on the bed. When their breathing returned to normal, Pam crawled into the spoon position with Tanya. Nuzzling her neck, Pam smelled the lovely scent of her lover. Before she drifted off to sleep, Pam realized that it was just Friday night, and John wouldn't be home until Sunday night. Oh what a day Saturday would be. To be continued...