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Bad Influence

By: LiquidLisa



OK. Here I am, week two without my boyfriend. I already cheated once and am trying really hard not to again. We do have an open relationship, but there's something weird about "open" relationships anyway. I can't put my finger on it!

Anyway, it was the middle of the week and I was done with my school work. I couldn't believe how much crap I have to learn just to get this degree in Media. What does ancient South American history have to do with non-linear editing? I was doing OK in that class too. 

I can honestly say that I am not attracted to anyone in my school, no matter how cute they are. I am strictly business when it comes to my school work. I do on occasion wear something "inappropriate" to class, just to get a little attention, but I really need to be taken seriously by the professors and students, so I save my antics for off campus.

My first cousin Leon was staying at the house. He was basically on "vacation" from NYC. Leon was a typical New York "thug" type 20 year old, who gets his influences from watching rap videos. He talked and looked tough, but was a real sweetheart. Tall, dark and very handsome. He had been in the Marines for a while to learn some discipline. Sent there by my mother's brother, my Uncle. I always had a big crush on Leon, but as we got older, I rarely saw him. I only heard that he was always getting in trouble. Then, boom! He was in the Marines and then I really never saw him for years. When he came to visit, I was glad to see him and we got along fine.

It was the middle of the day on a Wednesday when I came home from a hike up and down the canyon. I was totally sweaty and hot. When I walked in, the smell of weed hit me like a ton of bricks. Leon was on the couch burning a fat one. I went directly into my room and took off my clothes. A ran a bath and threw on a tiny robe. I went out into the living room. The TV is blasting music videos from MTV. "What up Couso?" Leon says every time I see him. 

"Couso" is the nickname he gives every one of his first cousins. I walk in with my robe almost open, holding it closed with one of my hands. "Damn you look good!" He says though a haze of smoke, trying not to choke. I walk over, grab the blunt that he's smoking and take a big drag. I almost choked. "That's that LA chronic, baby!" He yells out, trying not to laugh at me. I could tell that he was way passed being buzzed. He was high as a kite. I plopped down on the couch next to him. My robe opens up and my boobies are now exposed. He just stares and smiles. "Nice." He says. I smile and walk away, taking my robe off as I head into my bathroom. "Where you going?" He yells out. I point towards the bathroom and walk inside.

By the time I got in the shower, I was high. I am not a weed smoker, so one hit and I'm gone. As the warm water ran over my body, I was getting horny as hell. As I showered, I shaved my pussy of all of the hair that was growing back. It's almost a daily routine for me to try and keep it totally bald. To be honest, it's a real pain to do it sometimes, but I want to keep the entire area totally hair free, front and back, so the best way to keep it trained is to shave it everyday.

By the time I got out of the shower, my head was spinning. I stumbled into my room and fell onto the bed. That's when I realized that my door was open and Leon could see me naked in my room. I laid still for a minute or so, then sat up. I looked into the living room and saw his staring at me with a huge smile on his face. To my surprise, he had his cock out and was stroking it. I didn't care. I thought it was hot. "What cha doing?" I yelled out. 

"Looking at you Couso!" He responded. I got up, walked over to him and stood over him, staring at his hard black dick. 

"What's up?" He asked, staring at his own dick. I felt a chill run through my body as I thought about what was about to happen. Without any more though, I straddled my cousin and slid down onto his lap. I started kissing him, giving in to his good looks and cocky attitude. My pussy was soaking wet. I looked down and it was literally dripping strings of my pussy juice onto his hard cock as it brushed against my pussy lips. His cock wasn't huge, but it was really thick around. He pointed it straight up and I slid down on it. It felt so good going inside of me. I went in real easily because I was so fucking wet. Leon moaned out loud like he was about to cum right away. I looked at him and his eyes were closed. "Oh no!" I said. "Don't you dare! Slow down cowboy!" I continued. He smiled and gripped my ass, pulling me all the way down onto his throbbing cock. "Hold on, hold on!" He kept repeating as I stood still, sitting with his cock buried deep inside of me. I felt his cock pulsating inside of my pussy. He kept repeating "Okay, Hold on!" "I am holding." I responded. I kept quiet for a second. I moved my body forward a bit. He moaned loudly and grunted out "I said hold on Couso!" I felt his cock begin to spurt hot sperm inside of my pussy. I began to grind my hips in a circle, as my pussy milked my cousin's cock of his cum. "Oh shit!" He whispered. I smiled as he laid his head back onto the couch. I felt him shoot his last few spurts of cum deep inside of me. "I'm not done yet, Couso!" He grunted out loud. "You better not be, Couso!" I answered. He laughed, reached for his blunt, lit it and took a pull from it. His dick was still buried inside of me and it wasn't getting soft either.

I slowly began to ride my cousin Leon's cock slowly, concentrating on reaching my own orgasm before his dick got soft. I mean, he did just cum and it is normal for a man to get soft after cumming. I closed my eyes and kept riding his dick. Now I was really, really wet. His juices and my juices were making plenty of noise, that was almost drowned out from the music blasting from the TV. I actually felt his cock getting harder by the second. I looked down and his cum was slowly oozing out with every stroke I made on his cock. I wanted to cum so bad and knew what would do it. I leaned way forward and began to kiss Leon. He breathed smoke into my mouth and I began to cough. He started laughing. His dick slipped out of my wet pussy from my leaning forward and coughing. His dick was so wet and covered with his cum and my pussy juice, that the head of slid it into my ass with one quick and easy motion. 

"Ooh!" I yelped out, form the width of his cock stretching my asshole. "What's the matter?" Leon asked, not knowing that his cock was even in my ass. "Nothing." I whispered. So, I was in control now, coming very close to reaching my first orgasm. The feeling of his thick cock sliding up and down my ass was so good, I wanted to keep this feeling going over and over and over. It was at that point that he realized that he was in my ass. "Damn Couso', you're so fuckin' hot!" He groaned out and repeated. "You're so fucking hot!" I was in heaven as his thick cock slid in and out of my stretched open ass. We stayed in that position for at least 20 minutes as Leon brought me to two strong orgasms. He was nowhere close to cumming, he told me. 

I was ready for one more orgasm. I stopped humping his cock and rested for a moment. He turned the channel to the TV to a sports channel. "What! Am I boring you? I asked. He just laughed and laughed. I smiled, because I thought he was so cute, laughing with such a cocky attitude. I slowly slid forward, letting his cock slide out of my juicy ass. I held onto it and slid it directly into my wet pussy. I moaned out loud as I rubbed my engorged clitoris. Leon suddenly stood up with his cock still inside of me. He laid me back down onto the sweat drenched leather couch and began slamming into my pussy. He was going to town on me and I came within a few minutes from the direct contact on my clit. He moaned and once again he filled my pussy with his warm cum. He collapsed on top of me, breathing hard. His cock still was hard, as I felt it slowly throb deep inside of my pussy walls. 

"Damn Couso'! You are so fucking hot! I can't stop fucking you!" He moaned in my ear. I smiled and kissed his sexy face. "You can fuck me anytime you want!" I whispered in his ear. "I want more!" He responded. "I've always wanted you. I know you knew that." He continued. I felt his cock beginning to soften and slip out of my come-filled pussy. I slid down and gently placed his cum soaked dick into my mouth and sucked on it, trying to get him hard again. No luck. It softened up. I looked up at him and he said "Gimme 10 minutes and I'm gonna be ready!" I walked to the kitchen and got some water for both of us. As I walked back, his cum dripped down my leg. I passed him a bottle of water and went to wash up. I jumped back into the shower and he went into the other bathroom and closed the door. 

It was about a half of an hour later that I emerged from the bathroom. I had taken another long and soothing shower, trying to cool off, as well as wash the two loads of cum that my good ol' cousin filled me with. 

Leon was watching a basketball game on TV wearing just a T-shirt. "You ready?" I asked. He nodded yes. I was still naked and slick with baby oil. His dick was rock hard and sticking out from under his T-shirt. I walked up to him and turned away from him, then sat on his lap, letting his hard dick brush up against my hot and oily ass cheeks. I proceeded to give him a lap dance, even though there was no music on. Eventually he grabbed the remote and turned off the TV's sound and turned on the stereo. The CD player came on, blasting a rap song. I got off of him and laid onto the couch with my legs spread wide open. I pointed to my wet and hot pussy and ordered him to "eat"! He smiles and went down on me, eating out my hot box. I came within a few minutes once he started sucking on my clit.

I was back in heat again. I wanted him inside of me. My ass was ready for him and my pussy still throbbed for some more cock. I sat up and sat him back down on the couch. Once again I straddled him and slid his dick into my awaiting pussy. I started moving my hips slowly to the driving beat of the rap song. Then he started getting into the rhythm, pumping his hips upwards to meet my rhythm. 

At one point we missed a stroke and his cock popped out of my pussy. We started to laugh for a minute or so. I slid it back in and continued our synchronized fucking session. He started grabbing my ass cheeks and pulling them apart, reminding my ass that it was still yearning to be filled. I slid his cock out of my pussy and placed it inside of my ass. Slowly he pushed himself all the way inside until it was buried to his balls. We both moaned in satisfaction as I rode his stiff cock. This went on for at least 30 minutes. We would pick up pace, then slow it down when he felt as if he were going to cum. Me, on the other hand, came twice within that 30 minutes. Leon was now at that point where he was going to blow his wad any second from now. He had that look in his eyes of pure pleasure. It was such a turn on seeing him in ecstasy. He couldn't hold back any longer. Leon spurted his hot cum deep inside my ass. I rubbed my clit frantically, trying to cum too. His cock stayed hard for a few minutes, then slowly began to slip out of my ass. I couldn't cum that fast, so I calmed myself down by slowly kissing his handsome face. I slowly let his cock slide out of my ass. He was so buzzed from the weed, that he fell asleep within a few minutes. What a typical man!

When my brother came home, Leon was still knocked out on the couch and I played the innocent role, acting why I didn't know why he was passed out on the couch for the rest of the night.

Bad Influence



When Sally Grayson became my wife's close friend, I had the feeling that she'd be a bad influence on her. What I didn't know is just how good a bad influence can be.

They met when Sally and her husband Tom moved to the area and she joined a small amateur theatrical company where my wife, Carolyn, was a regular on the stage. They discovered they had a great deal in common and soon became fast friends. Carolyn works part-time and has her mornings free; so in a short while she and Sally were getting together for morning coffee and girl-talk most days of the week.

Sally was a late-twentysomething who could get away with playing characters younger still. My wife, on the other hand, is the definitive MILF--or perhaps better, WILF; we have no children--with a trim yet very womanly figure and that certain heart-melting look that not many 35-year-old women manage to achieve. I can recall a time or two back in high school when someone's mom would momentarily eclipse the nubile young ladies of my own generation and provoke some rather wild fantasies. Carolyn was just that kind of woman; and there is evidence that a young man or two is getting some of the same feelings.

Sally is more glamorous, with voluptuous curves and a supermodel face which manages to be seductive and girl-next-door wholesome at the same time--not an easy trick. Side by side, Carolyn's and Sally's respective brands of sex appeal were damn potent stuff, complementing and amplifying each other.

My wife and I enjoyed a satisfying sex life, not exceptional, but quite solid. We'd indulged a few mild fantasies along the way, but nothing that would so much as merit a line in an afternoon soap-opera.

In the months after Carolyn and Sally struck up their friendship, a gradual and very subtle shift in my wife's sexual nature was taking place, one so subtle that I did not notice it consciously for quite a while. She was becoming a bit more assertive, initiating sex more often, and growing increasingly intense and passionate in bed. She was also doing more playful things: greeting me after work in seductive outfits, staging little stripteases now and then, and just generally turning up the sexual heat. Eventually it became clear that this was not just part of the normal waxing and waning of sexual interest that are part of ordinary life. Needless to say, I was very pleased; but I also found myself wondering what was behind the change. Was it a natural kind of sexual awakening on her part? Or was there some influence that was prompting the change? From time to time an impulse to ask her would surface; but I'd let it pass in the belief--the correct one, it turns out--that it would be better to let her bring up the subject herself.

And so she did, one evening as we lay in bed, just relaxing a bit before heading off to Z-land. It was surprising how closely what she said mirrored my own thoughts.

"I hope you don't mind the time I'm spending with Sally," she said in a casual, offhand tone. "You should know that she's quite a wild child; in fact, she and Tom are quite a pair. You might worry that your innocent little wifey might be getting her head filled with a lot of salacious suggestions--or something of the sort."

I grinned.

"Well, Love, I have to admit that my 'innocent little wifey' seems to be putting on a little wildness of her own. If Sally's corrupting influence is helping that along, I can only say, corrupt away!"

She smiled, turned and nestled her head against my shoulder, her hand softly caressing my chest.

"You might be shocked and amazed at some of the things she's told me," she continued. "I thought those things only happened in soap operas and steamy novels."

"You're beginning to ignite some powerful curiosity here, I hope you know."

"Well, sweetheart, I just don't want you to worry. Some things, I'll admit, do get my sexual motor running, but I only do my driving right..." She gave my chest a playful poke. "...here."

"Well, I've never worried about you and our marriage and I see no reason to start now," I said. "You're perfectly capable of making up your own mind. As far as I'm concerned, if you two want to share your hot fantasies--or, perhaps, her accounts of her realities, if I get your drift--I'm getting the benefit, and that's more than fine with me."

She pressed her lithe form against me a little harder. 

"You're too good for me, you know?"

"Of course."

"That's the wrong answer, you!" she said, laughing, tickling me playfully. Soon her hands strayed further south, her tender touches reaching my already half-erect cock. She proceeded with her expert ministrations; and soon our mouths joined in a fiery kiss, a prelude to another kind of joining...

Weeks passed, our lives continuing happily, our sex life continuing to heat up. I had to silently thank Sally for whatever it was that she was radiating to Carolyn. My wife was not disclosing those secrets she'd hinted at before. I thought at first she was just teasing, tantalizing me; but I later got the impression that she had perhaps divulged more than she meant to and felt she had to protect her friend's confidences. My occasionally burning curiosity would have to wait.

The waiting ended one day, and in a most unusual and unexpected way. I had returned home to find my wife in a strangely reserved mood, morose, and, it seemed to me, almost ashamed. I could not recall a time when she'd been this way, and I was highly disturbed. I could not begin to imagine what it could be about, and I sensed that probing her about it would make things worse. I held my tongue and waited, not without a great deal of trepidation.

The evening wore on, Carolyn seeming to drift, almost trance like, through the hours. When she spoke her eyes would not meet mine; her voice was little more than a weary exhalation. But it was when we retired that the worst happened: I reached to touch her, not in a particularly sexual way, but she turned away sharply, seeming to collapse into a huddled, pathetic figure. I could hold back no more.

"Carlolyn," I said, a bit more sharply than I had meant to. "I know something's wrong. It's plain as day. What is it?"

Her head remained averted; but I could see well enough to see tears escaping from her closed eyelids. I felt as if ice water were coursing through my veins.

"Look. What could possibly have happened to make you feel this way? What are you afraid to tell me?"

There was only the same tense silence. I lay back on my pillow, horrid, sickening thoughts racing through my imagination.

"Come on, Carolyn," I said, aware of a wisp of desperation in my voice. "Let's hear it. Whatever it is, it will come out eventually. Might as well get it over with."

She turned slowly to face me, the tears streaming down her cheeks. I wanted to reach to her and dry them, but I felt it best to keep a little distance.

"Oh, Sam!" Her words burst forth like a failing dam. "It's...it's just...I..."

"Go ahead, Carolyn."

"Well...I was over at Sally's, like I usually am in the morning."

I felt a sudden churning in my stomach. What sort of evil could have happened to my wife at Sally's? I waited as Carolyn continued her narrative.

"You know, as I've told you, she's quite a free spirit--she and Tom. Now and then I've known that something or other she was planning for the day was over in that--how should I say it?--over in that territory and I've just returned home then.

"You have to know that she has always been totally respectful of me and our marriage. She's never even hinted that I should get involved with anything she might be doing that isn't OK with both of us."

The churning in my stomach worsened, greatly. I found myself strangely torn between the need to know and a wish hide from it, whatever it may be.

"Well, today, there was something she'd told me about that she expected to happen. In her view a small thing, a bit of the sexual playfulness that the two of them indulge in. I would normally have finished my coffee and come home; but I found myself getting curious--overwhelmingly curious. I wanted to see for myself--just see if this little thing was for real.

"So, I persuaded her to let me stick around. She wanted me to be sure I wouldn't be shocked or hurt; I told her no; I knew what it was; I just wanted to see it. It just seemed so minor, the way she's always talked about it, just a little sexual game."

She stopped, choking on her words. I tried to hide the tension I was feeling; I didn't want to intimidate her into clamming up again.

"It's a silly thing, but every Wednesday a young man comes to service their swimming pool. It's become a custom..." She halted again, struggling for breath. "...her custom to give the guy a little...attention. He's really a nice fellow."

I could see where this was going. I noticed with great surprise that I was actually relieved, as if this was, indeed, a small thing. I silently awaited the rest of the story, unsure of what to make of the feeling.

"Sally asked me again if I was sure I wanted to stay. I said yes. So, we went out to the yard; and she stripped naked and got into their Jacuzzi. I was finding it hard to believe that this was really happening; but even more unbelievable, that this was really one of the more mild of her...their...sexual games.

"So, the guy arrived. As soon as he saw me, I thought I saw just a tinge of disappointment in his face, as if my being there meant that something he was hoping for wouldn't be happening. But Sally called him over and introduced us. When he saw Sally was nude his eyes seemed to light up.

"Then Sally said, 'Carolyn here has been a little incredulous about this little game of ours. She wants to see if it's really true; so I guess we'll just have to prove it.' By now she was no longer worried about offending me; after all, I'd said repeatedly that I wanted to stay and see."

She then turned her eyes to me, expecting, no doubt, to see anger. What she did read on my face seemed to puzzle her for a moment. Then, it seemed to me, she became a bit more relieved. She must have sensed that same feeling in me. She continued, a bit less apprehensively.

"So, now she started unzipping him, and got his...you know...out and started going to town on it. He seemed shy at my presence at first but it didn't take long before Sally got him past that. She started sucking his..." 

I couldn't help but smile at her reticence. I took as soothing a tone as I could manage.

"I think we both know what it's called. Actually it's called a lot of things; take your pick."

She looked again at me with, I saw, more relief. It wasn't what she had expected, not what she had feared.

"His cock. Then she got up so he could reach her breasts and started caressing them. Pretty soon they had maneuvered themselves around so he could tongue her pussy. As I watched, they got each other to climax. The guy was going crazy, and Sally was going off like a rocket."

By now every trace of apprehension had left me, replaced by waves and surges of excitement. My cock was stiffening rapidly.

"Carolyn, this is hot stuff! Don't stop now."

At this she seemed to retreat again, a little. I couldn't understand it. She continued, a bit haltingly now.

"I thought so too. I couldn't believe my eyes, even though she'd told me about this and plenty of other things before. I...well I think it's not too surprising...I started getting a bit hot. I should have just gotten up and said good-bye, but..."

With that she started crying. I understood; things hadn't stopped with merely observing. Yet, even now, I felt my excitement growing, my pulse starting to race. I was enjoying it! I was hoping for the very thing she seemed so afraid to admit.

"Go ahead, Love. It's OK."

She looked at me, found reassurance, and continued.

"I felt as if I were slipping into a trance. Something came over me and... Please don't hate me!"

"Hate you? Not a chance. Go on."

"I told myself I just wanted to see closer. I went over there and got into the Jacuzzi, dressed and all. It was crazy! For some reason I had this sudden notion that it was silly to be in the Jacuzzi dressed and...and...started taking off my blouse. Sam, I swear, I've never done anything like that before.

"Sally and the pool man looked over to me. Sally's eyes got wide. I think she wanted to cool me down, to caution me; but she was too hot to stop, and now I was, too. I took off my blouse, and then started unzipping my jeans. I wanted them to see, to get every bit of it.

"I was wearing that thin bra, the one you like. As soon as it got wet it was completely transparent. I knew then that I was not going to stop. My panties were the same way, and when I got close to them, the man started fondling my breasts. Pretty soon I was touching his cock and...and...

Once again she looked at me, fearing anger, and saw only growing excitement. I think it was at that moment that Carolyn knew. At that moment everything changed for us. Now I could understand the kind of sexual wildness Tom and Sally enjoyed, and Carolyn knew it. None of what she was describing had anything to do with any problems between us, no sign of dissatisfaction with our marriage; it was fun, playful pleasure, and I was loving it!

"Well, now it was I who was sucking him. I felt him reach behind me, and then suddenly my bra was off. I felt wild, wicked, crazy. When he leaned me back and took off my panties and I felt his tongue, it was dizzying. It wasn't that he was doing anything special--nothing that you don't do, and do better--it was just the place, the craziness of it all."

I reached for her and embraced her passionately.

"Carolyn, I don't see any harm in this at all. As far as I'm concerned, if you feel like any more wildness like this, then go for it! Just be sure to share all the juicy details with me afterward."

"It's really OK with you? Promise?"

"Absolutely. I'll make this promise to you, here and now: If there's anything Sally is into that you'd like to try, go for it. If it turns out that anything bothers one or the other of us, let's agree to forego that in the future. No regrets, no recriminations. What do you say?

I'm sure there was more she could have related; but there were more important things to do as we celebrated this new dimension to our sexuality with frantic, explosive lovemaking.

I was a couple of weeks later when I got a mid-morning call. I heard Sally's voice, with the unmistakable giggle of my wife's in the background.

"Hey, Sammy, there's a party in the making and we think you oughta get out of that monkey suit and come on over!"

"Sally, I'd love to," I replied, "But I'm on the clock now, you know."

"Oh, come on," she retorted. "I'm sure they can survive without you for a while. Tom's tearing himself from his ball and chain too; he'll be here in a few minutes. I don't know if he can handle two oversexed wives here by himself!"

I needed no further persuasion. I have considerable freedom in my choice of working hours; so I took off and was over at Tom and Sally's in minutes. There I found Sally topless, her incredible figure half-revealed, with the bikini bottom she wore doing nearly nothing to conceal the rest. The sight sent my pulse racing, not only from her sheer sexual intensity, but as much from the open invitation to savor it. Carolyn had made a point of wearing exactly the same things she had worn that day a few weeks before, and sat on the edge of the Jacuzzi, her feet dangling into the water, giggling like a schoolgirl.

"Well, don't stand there gawking! Get that monkey suit off and get in here!" Sally shouted over some slightly over-loud music from a nearby radio.

"No problem!" I said, shucking shoes and socks, trousers and shirt, but rather shyly stopping before the shorts."

"Shy one, isn't he?" Sally said to Carolyn with mock derision.

"Oh, I think he'll come around in time." There was a slight emphasis on "come" which sent shivers up my spine. Suddenly I felt two strong hands gripping my shoulders and Tom's deep baritone.

"Now, just who do you think you are, standing there staring at my wife's luscious, curvaceous, lust-inspiring tits?"

"Tom, you're crazy!" I said, shaking hands. "How ya doin', you devil? Hey, let's not forget that there's another hot lady in our presence."

"Oh, I could hardly forget that," he replied with a wide grin. "This much feminine charm is close to overloading my circuits, fella."

"I know the feeling well, Tom."

He was stripping down. When he got to his shorts I saw a momentary glance at Carolyn and me, as if to make a final check that this was really OK with us. Seeing no disapproval, he dropped his shorts and dropped his well-developed body into the Jacuzzi.

"C'mon guy, get those things off and get wet!" Sally said.

With a glance at Carolyn, I complied. I wondered why Carolyn remained fully dressed. I didn't have to wonder for long.

When the three of us were settled in and relaxed, my wife put on a sly, crafty grin that sent surges of expectation coursing through me. I knew I was hardly to only one.

Slowly, undulating sinuously, she lowered herself into the water, refusing to rise until the tantalizing raised us to fever pitch. As she left the water, her light blouse and that same thin bra clung to her breasts, the transparency of the fabric heightening the allure. I was already fully erect at the sight when I felt Sally's fingers steal down to my tumescent member. I recall hearing a little sigh of approval.

Carolyn was playing with her prominent nipples as she caressed her breasts. She then lowered herself again into the water, this time to her knees between Tom and me, arching her back and thrusting her breasts toward us. There was a moment's hesitation on our parts at which she said, "What are you waiting for?"

Needing no further encouragement, Tom and I each reached down and began exploring my wife's breasts, kissing and sucking on her hardened nipples and delighting at the sound of her quickened breathing as arousal took her over.

Suddenly she rose, pressing us back and then stepped out of the Jacuzzi. The wet, clinging gloss of her jeans was electrifying. She began to strut, like a practiced stripper, but a hundred times more exciting than any professional. She teased us with her breasts and swayed her hips in ways I'd thought I'd never have the pleasure to see.

With excruciatingly delicious slowness she reached for the buttons of her blouse, making a production of the unfastening of each one, using the fullness of her breasts to open the blouse ever wider as she progressed.

"Damn, Carolyn, those moves ought to be patented!" cried Sally. "I think you should know that you've got a pair of first-rate hard-ons here!"

Even now I felt a little twinge of concern to think that my wife was up there, doing a hot strip, knowing that Sally was at that moment stroking my turgid cock. Of course, that faded quickly.

Carolyn's blouse was now draped over a deck chair where she had tossed it. After what seemed like delicious ages she unclasped her bra, and with perfect moves, teased us with it before tossing it high in the air. I let Tom catch it as Carolyn began pulling down the zipper of her jeans, taunting us again with the slowly widening V. Finally it reached bottom; and after giving us a flash of rear view, then turned back and began wiggling out of them. I couldn't help but reach over and help pull them down.

Down to her soaked and sheer panties now, she gave a final tease, moving her hips with the grace of a master of dance, and slipped the wispy panties from her hips. She stepped into the Jacuzzi, stopping before me.

Like one in a consuming trance, I ran my hands over her hips, then her ass, and then stole to the firm expanses of her breasts. It was captivating, intoxicating; but I wanted to see something more. I drew my wife's lips to mine, kissed her, and nodded in Tom's direction. Sally gave a girlish squeal of glee as Carolyn seated herself on Tom's lap, drawing his lips to her nipples and caressing his neck. I saw their hands stealing to each others' nether regions and heard Carolyn's little gasp when her hand closed over Tom's cock--after all, despite all this, it was for the first time--and soon I could see that he was quite vigorously entertaining her sensitive clitoris. Then, with a voice breathy with excitement, she spoke.




Bad Influence



"Hey there, husband of mine! There's a gorgeous woman there beside you and she's getting lonely!"

It's true; I had been so mesmerized by Carolyn's seduction that I had all but forgotten Sally. It was like a dream, as I sought Sally's exquisite breasts and saw her rise before me, her splendid hourglass figure outlined against the brightness of the afternoon sky. I felt my hands on her ass, drawing her hips toward me, and my lips soon found her expectant clitoris. In short order she was bucking like one possessed, finally reaching a thunderous climax in my arms. All the while I could see Tom giving his ministrations to my wife, and having both women shudder in ecstasy was almost more than I could bear.

Momentarily, a gasping Sally had recovered and took my cock into her mouth. My arousal was such that she proceeded delicately, letting me hold back the orgasm that felt like an incipient explosion within me.

Carolyn rose and took me gently by the hand. We embraced and kissed, and she sat me down on the step. She then stepped to me, opened her legs and lowered herself onto my throbbing erection. In moments we were thrusting with frantic abandon while Tom positioned himself behind Sally and entered her doggy style. Hoarse gasps of passion were filling the air as two couples joined ever more intensely.

Carolyn came at least half a dozen times before it was my time. The dam broke; and I lost all sense of time and place as my cock spewed forth into my wife's lusty body. Wave after wave, spasm after spasm, consumed my eager body as she hungrily took it in; every delicious tingle, every expectation built by the gradual ignition of passion became fulfilled.

Minutes later we sat in the swirling water, spent, drained, satiated. Carolyn was resting her head on my chest as I admired her nude form, undraped and unashamed before our friends.

There were several repetitions of our passionate ecstasy that afternoon. Although Tom and I were each sucked to tumescence by each others' wives and returned the favor to them, we didn't go the whole way. Somehow we knew, without saying it, that it might be too much, too fast to take it there, and it could spoil everything. There would be plenty of time to explore such things in the future and learn just where our own joys and boundaries might be.

Carolyn and Sally continue to meet for morning coffee and chatter thereafter. Not all their conversations are devoted to sex.

Or so they claim... 



Bad Influence Ch. 2



My cousin Leon came in from NYC to visit for a weekend. He just hit his 21st birthday. For all who don’t know, I was totally fucking him the entire summer, we were almost to the point where it didn’t matter to us who knew about it or not. 

But now, I hadn’t seen him since the wedding we attended in NYC last fall and I only had sex occasionally because I was working hard and literally had very little personal time. I missed my sex machine cousin called "Couso!" (My nick name too) I by the time the weekend came, I was so fucking horny.

Since I had been working the entire spring season, I hadn’t been able to work on my tan at all. The entire morning I was sunning myself by the pool completely naked, but freezing my ass off. Hey, at least I was getting tanned. I laid out in the sun for an hour or so, smoking weed and reading. I had recently gotten all of my pubic hair waxed off and the sun felt good on my bare pussy.

It was about 2 PM when I hopped in the shower and washed the suntan lotion off of my body. Of course I was fuckin’ horny as hell. At 3 o’clock PM, the doorbell rang. I ran to the door like a child expecting a present, wearing nothing else but the over-sized New York Knicks jersey that he left the last time he was here. It barely covered my naked ass and my tits were in full view from the sides. I opened the door to find Leon, his friend Joe that I met in New York and some Latin guy named Paul. I thought he was coming alone actually, but played it off, wondering if my brother knew that Leon was bringing his crew with him to LA to stay in his house. 

I hugged Leon and he lifted me up. He started spinning me around in circles, causing my shirt to rise up over my ass, exposing it to the two other men who were still standing there. I didn’t care. He put me down as I giggled like a schoolgirl. I greeted Joe with a wet kiss on the lips and I turned and did the same to Paul, a complete stranger. He blushed. I could tell that he didn’t know what to think about that kiss, but he tried to play it off. I felt so slutty and didn’t care if anyone would judge me at this moment, except my brother. I mean, it is his house. I made a private bet to myself to see how fast I could get these guys inside of me without blatantly asking.

I led them inside and they put their bags in the living room. "What can I get you guys to drink?" I asked. "Cognac!" They all seem to say in unison. I went to the bar and poured for glasses of Hennessey on the rocks. I came back and we all raised our glasses. "Happy Birthday!" We all sang out. They drank down their drinks. I sipped mine. I could never get into the taste of cognac. 

We sat down in the living room. I made sure that I flashed my pussy to everyone, by "accident" of course. The guys were tripping, whispering to each other and almost giggling. I know what was going through their heads...me!

I had already made up my mind that I was going to fuck all of them, even, Paul, who I just met. I was waiting for the right moment to break the ice. 

We made small talk as we drank, getting drunk quickly from. Suddenly I locked eyes with Leon and he smiled. I walked over calmly and sat on his lap with my legs over the edge of the couch. He let me sip out of his cup while Paul moved over to the love seat to get a view of my pussy because my tank tip had risen up. "Your friend is cute." I said out loud to Leon. "Can I have him?" I continued. Leon and Joe smiled.

My pussy was dripping wet by then. I reached down and felt Leon’s cock through his jeans. It was rock hard. I looked up and saw Paul whispering to Joe. Paul seemed to be blushing a bit. I thought to myself. "He ain’t seen nothing yet!" For all those who know me, the shock value sometimes is equally as erotic as the actual sex. I love throwing people off with unadulterated acts of exhibitionism and wild, free sex. I reached down and unzipped Leon’s jeans, fished around for a second and out sprung his rock hard dick. Paul stood up laughing and saying, "Get the fuck out of here!" Joe was laughing too. 

"I told you! I told you!" He kept repeating. My pussy was dying for some cock. I couldn’t wait. I placed one leg over him and straddled him. I guided his hard cock into my pussy and it slid in with one stroke. I slowly began humping his dick, listening to the two guys behind me snicker and laugh at me fucking Leon. "What’s so funny you little bitches?" Leon shouted at them. They stopped laughing and got real quiet as they watched. I didn’t even kiss Leon, just stared into his face as he smiled and bit his bottom lip from the pleasure. He grabbed at my ass, spreading my cheeks apart with his hand and fingered my open asshole with both of his fingers. 

I wanted to see their faces while I fucked Leon. I slid off of his cock and turned around so they could see his cock sliding up inside my hairless, wet pussy. I was definitely putting on a show for these guys. 

I placed one leg over him and straddled him. Then slowly eased his cock inside of me. The guys had little shy grins on their faces. As I humped up and down on Leon’s cock slowly. He started moaning. Suddenly I felt the familiar feeling of my cousin’s cock tensing rock hard. Then I felt him begin to squirt his cum deep inside of my pussy as I slowly humped his dick. He came, moaning to deep within his throat. I think he was embarrassed because he came so quickly and his boys were watching. I wanted more and there were two able bodies right in front of me.

Paul had a huge grin on his face. His cock was out and he was slowly stroking it. It was very long, yet skinny. I slid off of Leon’s dick. I felt some of his sperm drip out down my leg. I moved in closer to Paul. He didn’t say a word, just held his dick upright, waiting for me. I straddled him and mounted his throbbing cock. It slid in with ease and he moaned out loud. So loud that everyone started laughing. I was in total control. "You like this pussy?" I kept repeating as I humped him harder and harder. "Yes!" Is the only words he managed to blurt out as I rode him hard. I felt Leon’s cum began to bubble out as Paul’s cock stirred it up. I leaned over and began kissing Joe on the mouth as Paul fucked my pussy slow and steadily. Joe moved down the couch a bit and took off his jeans. 

I got up off of Paul’s cock to turn around. It was coated with my juice and Leon’s cum. I moved motioned for Paul to get behind me and he did as I laid down on my side and began to give Joe head while Paul slid his dick back inside my hot pussy. As I gave Joe the sloppiest head I could, I stared at Leon, who was stroking his limp dick back to life. Paul started fucking me harder and harder. I could tell he was losing control. My pussy was so wet and dripping with juice that his cock slid out. He attempted to slide it back into my pussy, but instead slid it into my well-used asshole. It made me shriek out, but my mouth was stuff with cock, so not much sound came out. I didn’t think he knew he was in my ass as he continued pounding away. Before I knew it, Leon was standing over me, wanting me to give him head or "brain" as the hip hop brothas call it. 

I managed to sit up with Paul’s long cock still in my butt. My face and neck were dripping from the saliva that I was coating Joe’s cock with as I sucked his luscious dick. Ahhh. Here was the position that I was yearning for. A DP. Leon slid his cock inside of my pussy for the second time that evening. It felt so good, feeling the pressure from two cocks inside of me. 

They fucked me for a good five minutes. I came so hard! Before I knew it, Paul was moaning louder and louder. I could feel his dick tense up. He grunted and began shooting his hot cum deep inside my ass. I could immediately feel it bubbling out of me from the pressure of the two cocks sliding in and out of my holes. The sensation was too much for Paul I guess. "Hold on! Hold on!" He kept saying as his cock slipped in and out of my well used hole. His dick didn’t get soft either. He stayed hard, but stopped moving. "Are you OK?" I asked while Leon snickered as he pumped my pussy. 

"I need to get up!" He moaned. I pushed Leon away. His cock slipped out of me noisily. I slowly began to raise up off of Paul’s dick. It seemed to be semi-hard now. It slid out, followed by a small stream of cum that dripped from my ass. He got up and asked where the bathroom was. I pointed across the room and he walked away. I immediately went back to work. I simply moved over and sat on Joe’s awaiting cock. It was in my pussy at first until Leon came over and placed his dick right in front of my pussy. I slid Joe’s dick out of my pussy and slid it into my ass in one quick motion. Right away, Leon puts his big dick back into my pussy and begins slowly pumping away. I was in heaven. I felt another orgasm building up as I sweated between these two sexy men.

That was IT! I starting coming and it was hard and heavy! I was throwing my head around like I was possessed. I know I hit Joe’s head with the back of my head a few times, but I was out of control. I guess seeing me cum made Leon get off because once again he began to moan and suddenly he came once again inside my pussy. I felt dizzy and was just sweating so much that I felt like I was going to pass out. Leon stepped back and sat on the couch, watching Joe fuck his cousin, while he stroked is wet and sticky cock, fresh from my pussy. Joe was fucking my ass so hard that his dick slipped out of my ass. In one quick swoop, he slid it into my cum-filled pussy. I felt Joe’s cock begin to throb inside of me as he fucked me slowly. He had a certain rhythm that he followed and didn’t miss a stroke. Within a minute, he tensed up and came inside my pussy. That was the third load of cum that my pussy received within an hour. I felt so full and wet. I got up off of Joe and told Leon that he should go check on his friend, who hadn’t come out of the bathroom yet.

No one moved and I walked over and knocked on the door. Paul was in there still and didn’t answer. I opened the door and he was in the bathroom, hovering over the john. I think he had too much to drink. I walked over and squatted down next to him and rubbed his head. I was so sweaty and hot still. I gave him a glass of water and he drank it down. 

I jumped in the shower and he took a nap while we all watched TV and laughed and talked.

To Be Continued...



Bad Influence Ch. 2



And progressively worse it got. But I caught a break since Tia had a convention in LA when I got back from break. It gave me time to get back to school, and settle in to my new classes and professors.

Tia didn't make it back to the second to last week in January. We were eager to see each other, since it had almost been two month since our last time to hangout. Of course she looked great, with new clothes from the covnention, and a nice updated tan, courtesy of the beach.

Tia reported that she was unable to "bag" a star, although she hung out on Rodeo with her free time. She did manage to fuck two guys that worked in her hotel's bar, and a surfer from Malibu with a "talented toungue."

When I told her about Charles, and the threesome idea, she mocked me.

"I wondered if you'd be able to keep up that boyfriend stuff you were saying on the phone. Why don't we head back there this weekend, and take him up on his offer?"

We didn't head back home. But we found something else to do that weekend. Tia got a call from Kerry that week. It seemed he and Bobby had access to a hotel room at the Four Seasons, and wanted to get together.

So there I was that Saturday night, flat on my back, getting my lights fucked out as my tits flopped around. Tia and Kerry occupied the bed on the other side of the nightstand, her tits bouncing up and down, while she announced every orgasm that arrived.

The two former gentlemen had now become deviants.

"Switch" Kerry said as he looked in our direction.

Bobby slipped out of my pussy, and headed towards Tia. Kerry made his way towards me, his big dick swinging back and forth, wet and hard. When he got to the bed, I did the unimaginable.

I opened my mouth, recieving the dick that had just been in Tia's pussy. The taste of her juices made the moment even more preverse. I felt no shame as I rubbed my clit, sucking the sticky fluid from Kerry's hot cock.

We spent the night, continuing to swap, before we finally tired and passed out. At one point when I came back from a quick trip to pee, Tia had one guy in her mouth, and another in her pussy from behind. 

I knew when I came back from holiday that this was the direction I was headed in. I knew I was in a spiral without an ending. Nights getting fucked in hotel rooms was what I had aspired to . Atleast it was a nice hotel, with expensive furniture and marble floors.

But nothing would prepare me for that night. Nothing had told me I was headed in that direction. I knew I was bad, but....

I should have never listened to Tia. I knew what happened to me when I was around her. What sort of actions I took. Tia was simpy a bad influence.

And of all nights, why would I listen to her this time. It was Tuesday...Fat Tuesday to be precise. We had managed to avoid downtown earlier, as I had a big test to study for all weekend, and thank goodness Tia had to work inventory at her job. But that only made matters worse, for that made Tia want to go out more. She was in heat, and I should have known better...yet I relented. A decision I would live to regret.

I was off to a bad start, when she showed up to my apartment just after dinner. When I agreed to go out with her, I made it with the provision that we come home before midnight, so I could get a decent night of sleep. Tia agreed over the phone, but when she arrived, she had already been drinking. Then she pulled out the bag.

The bag was from a store a few down from where Tia worked. They had a sale, so my wild friend had the bright idea of wearing matching outfits that night. She had bought a thin yellow tank top and flower mini skirt for each of us to wear. She said that I shouldn't wear any underwear as we had to show our tits for beads, and maybe show some more for the really good stuff.

I thought she was out of her mind, but after a few beers, it made sense in my fuddled mind. We got dressed, put on way too much makeup and perfume, and headed downtown in a cab. Atleast I managed to slip on a thong when she went to the restroom.

Our city began having a Mardi Gras celebration three years ago, with each one getting more crowded. This night was unreal, as there must have been fifty thousand people jammed in to one small area.

When Tia and I exited the cab, the cat calls were beginning already.

"Show us your tits!" I heard quickly.

Tia made her way on the street, and flashed the first group of guys in her path. Another guy said he didn't see, so she turned to flashed him too.

We got maybe twenty feet before other guys approached us to flash.

"Get in the spirit Shar" Tia teased.

The dark haired guy next to Tia looked at me, and announced to his friends that this was going to be a good one. I tugged my tank from my skirt and pulled it up to my neck, baring my breasts for all to see.

"Ohhh Fuck!" one of them screamed. "Look at those fucking tits!" another said.

Beads came flying in, as Tia and I grabbed them all. Some fell to the ground, as Tia scrambled and laughed.

"I told you we'd do well by you Shar. Your boobs are gonna get us all kind of beads."

I didn't get all the fascination with these cheap beads, but I enjoyed the attention I got from men. Of course, most of the guys would cop a feel, and between that and the cooler air, my nipples were permanently hard.

About a half an hour in to it, we happened on a group of three guys. The most handsome was a tall,muscular, black man with a shaved head and a devious smile.

"I'll give you a kiss for those cannibus beads" Tia offered.

He smiled as if this sort of thing was routine for him.

"Maybe for some other beads...but for these, you have to do something extra...why don't you kiss that fine little friend of yours?"

"Okay"

And before I could say anything, Tia put her arms around me and kissed me right on the lips. Not knowing what to do, I just responded by kissing her back and rubbing our noses together, before we broke apart and lauged.

"Oh shit. That was tight" the black guy said, handing over the beads. His friends just said thank you over and over again, and remarked to each other how hot it was to see women kiss.

He gave Tia his business card and a French kiss himself, before telling his friends to give some beads to us also.

The night had got a little wilder than I thought. Flashing strange guys, Tia and I kissing. Then she had the idea to get on top of one of the bars, to flash guys from a patio like they do in New Orleans.

The place we chose had an outside bar. We flashed guys, and they would buy us drinks. Needless to say, we got pretty smashed. There were tons of girls out on the patio, some of them I'm sure were dancers. But in our drunken state, Tia and I were not to be outdone.

When the guys below would ask for some tit, Tia and I would flash. The other girls got more and more provative, mooning the guys, and some kissing each other.

Tia took it as a challenge, and raised her skirt showing her cunt. When the crowd started to cheer, she put her hands down there, and spread her pussy for all to see. I couldn't believe it, but the guys went nuts, screaming for some more. 

"Show'em some puss Shar"

I raised my skirt, and pulled the thong, that I had the good sense to wear, aside, baring my dark pleasure trail and pussy lips.

"bush, bush bush, bush" was now becoming a chant.

The other girls on the patio were now following our lead, and there was a sea of maleness, all under our control, as Tia, myself, and now the other girls, took turns driving the guys wild. We were all behaving like hookers, doing the craziest things, Tia even fingering her pussy, as beads flew everywhere.

When we had our fill, we gathered our beads and stumbled downstairs. When we made our way out of the bar, the guys outside gave us a roaring ovation.

We decided to flash some more people on the street, and then headed for a new shot bar on the edge of downtown, to get some more drinks.

The bouncer was charging everyone five dollars. When he saw Tia and me, he smiled and told us just to go in, while looking at our butts. She squeezed his big arms on the way, as her way of saying thank you.

We hung out for a while, and did some shots. The bartender stopped charging us after the second round, and Tia gave him a kiss. Just then, they walked in.

"They" were the group of five guys that walked in. Older, great looking, big, and tall guys. They looked like the kind of men who might sell insurance during the day, or work as investment bankers, but never quite grew up or got married or for that matter, ever missed a party like the one tonight. They immediately noticed us. But who wouldn't. We were dressed like hookers, plying ourselves with heavy makeup, teased hair, and puffing away like chain smokers. We must have been the picture of true tramps. "They" made their way over.

They introduced themselves, but their names escape me at the moment. All I know, is each one had more beads than any guys we had seen that night.

"How did you manage all those?" Tia inquired.

"We're just lucky" one of them said. The men did a few shots with us, and eventually four of them talked to me, while Tia had her back to me, talking to the dark one.

They were making jokes about my big boobs and no wonder I got so many beads. It was then that I laughed and turned to ask Tia what time it was.

"I really want these beads" Tia said as she pointed to big ornament looking globes the guy had around his neck.

"I don't know about that, these are my favorite"

"I'll suck your dick" she replied quckly, getting in his face, eye to eye, she being as tall as him, in high heels.

He grabbed her hand and headed to the back of the bar.

"Be our lookout Shar" were Tia's last words.

I didn't know what she meant, but I excused myself a moment later, from the guys, who hadn't heard the conversation, and followed where I saw Tia and this guy go.

I opened a door marked Employees Only near the back of the bar and turned right. There was a male figure on the door- it must have been a mans restroom. The place was empty. I went across the small hall, and found the womens restroom. I opened it, and found Tia sitting on a toilet of a stall, with the guys pants at his ankles and his dick in her mouth.

I looked around to make sure no one would interrupt them. And then I glanced back to the scene. Tia had her skirt up around her waist, and was diddling her clit while she sucked the guy off.

I was getting aroused again, but figured someone would interrupt me before I could finish msyself off. Instead, I stumbled back to the bar, and took another shot with the guys. One of them asked to see my tits, and the others followed suit.

I would have flashed them some tit, goodness knows I was horny enough to. But I wanted to see Tia suck this guys dick some more. So instead, I headed back to the rear of the bar, and opened the door.

By this time, Tia had mounted the guy and was fucking him on the filthy toilet. I breathed heavy, as I got off watching her long, slim tan legs, brush up against his dark, very hairy thighs. You could hear the commode wobble under the intense pounding of Tia's butt as she bounced up and down on this man. She was moaning real loud, and it echoed in the bathroom. I began to rub my pussy, and forgot where I was. In my drunken state, I once again stumbled past the door, making my way back to the bar. I was barely able to hold on to my cigarette and drink, since I needed my hands to guide myself against the wall. A dazed and confused girl I was.

"So when do we get to see your tits baby?" one of the men said.

"Real soon, I just have to go pee again" 

"You just came from there didn't you?"

"Yea, ok, well I'm gonna go see the show" I replied now confusing myself.

"Huh?" I heard one say as I walked away again.

I was drunk, hot in all my clothes, and horny for a good fuck like Tia was getting. When I opened the door this time, she was standing up, getting it from behind, with her hands up against the back part of the wall. I started to join the two of them, when I heard footsteps. I immediately closed the door and turned to see who it was. It was the guys, the four of them cramped in to the small hallway.

"So now let's see those tits baby" one said.

I was so horny, they could probably see my hard nipples thru my shirt.

"Show us your tits"

"Show us your tits"

"Show us your tits" they kept chanting.

I held my drink in one hand, and put my cigarette in my mouth. With my free hand and the one with the drink, I managed to pull up my top. My tits spilled free, and the guys went nuts.

"Look at those jugs"

"What fuckin' knockers" another said.

When I went to put my shirt down, the moved closer. "Don't keep it down honey, let us get a quick feel if you want beads." the tallest of them said, as they surrounded me. Being so short, I felt enclosed.

I went to pull up my top again, only this time they took things in their own hands.

"Get her top" one said.

"Pull there" another yelled.

Before I knew it, three of the guys were yanking my top off. I screamed, but my cries got lost in the music and loud conversations of the bar patrons. I heard my tank top rip, as one of the guys knocked the drink out of my hands, and one of the others pulled the cigarette out of my mouth.

Hands were everywhere, pawing at my body and ripping off my clothes. The guy on the left would rip my shirt his way, the guy on the right his way, and the one in back of me felt as if he had two hands tearing the material from behind. I was pushed and pulled like a rag doll as my tits flopped around, the clingy, sweaty, tank top, now in shreads around my skin. The beads I had on were nearly choking me, as the guys kneaded and grabbed at my tits as I gasped for air.

"Get those beads off" the fourth guy said, who's hand pushed its way inside my clinched thighs, in an effort to get to my wet pussy.

The guys did, pull my beads off that is, so atleast I wouldn't choke. As it was, I still could not move without the overpowering feeling of large men surrounding me. I was losing balance as I wrestled these molesters.

"Get her in one of these rooms" the biggest and presumed ringleader said.

They burst in the door of the nearest room, the one Tia was in. Thank goodness. When the door flew open I screamed loud.

"Tia HELP, these guys are going to GANGBANG me!!" I managed to get out.

But Tia was busy, she was standing straight up, with one foot on the ground, and the other wedged against the stall door, as she and her guy were fucking like animals.

"Tia!!......" I said as they pulled me out of the room, and headed the other way.

She didn't care to hear from me now. She was busy fucking, and fucking good from what I could see. She ignored me.

I was naked from the waist up, my tank top somewhere on the nasty floor of this mens bathroom. The guys had resorted to sucking my tits and neck, while the fourth was still pawing between my legs, working a finger in my wet pussy.

These men, these older men, were molesting me in the middle of a bar, and no one could stop them. I certainly couldn't, and actually I didn't seem to try. I never yelled stop, I never said no. All I did was announce my impending doom to my friend, who could have cared less. And then get wet when they fondled me roughly. This was all Tia's fault I thought, while they pulled my skirt down, not even bothering to take my thong off. I can't believe she talked me in to wearing this ridiculous outfit. Into drinking too much, into smoking, into behaving like a whore on that patio. Maybe these maniacs had seen us, maybe these maniacs saw us show our pussies and tits, and thought we were easy. I know they saw our makeup, our smoking and our trampy hairdo's. They knew we were sluts, they were older smart men...not like Kerry and Bobby who thought us decent at first...No, these men knew I was a whore, and were taking advantaged of it.

One of the guys, I lost track by this point, pulled my thong to the side, and started

"Hold her" he said, as two of them held my hands above my head.

Before I knew it, he poked me with his cock from behind. It found a ready target, in my wet cunt, and all I could do was gasp as punctured me. I gave up, and they knew it. It felt so fucking good, all I could do was breathe.

"Fuck, this bitch has some good pussy" he informed the others. That turned me on even more, as the friction from our fucking got hot, quick.

He pounded me with quick strokes. The others had removed their pants, and the one in the front pushed my head towards his cock...I only knew to open my mouth and let him fuck my face. It was coming at me from both ends, getting molested, forced if you will. 

The preverse thrill that shot thru my body only got hotter as the guy in my pussy lost control and shot his spunk prematurely in my pussy. Before I could catch my breath, there was another who must have been beside him, that plunged in my pussy instantly. His dick seemed even bigger, and once again I thought about Tia...how all this was her fault.

The initial thrill I got from her fucking the guy at the concert...the various handjobs in clubs. While this guy pounded in to me, I thought about how she fucked Charles, and how Charles fucked me with that same dick.

I could hear the sound of our flesh colliding as the picture of Tia sucking Kerry's dick in the backseat of that car stained my thoughts...Tia and I sharing both guys in the hotel room. All that had brought me to this point, the point of welcome gangbang in the bathroom of a public place, while my friend was fucking in the other room. All of it was too much and I began to moan.

"You like this don't you slut?"

"Are you cumming?" another said

"Oh yes" I gasped as I let the guy who was face fucking me fall from my dirty mouth. And I did, intensified by my fuck, who was controlling with his hands around my waist, yanking me back into him.

He shot his load in me, triggering another orgasm.

The guy who's dick I had been sucking pulled my thong down, and guided me on the dirty floor. He took of his pants, and mounted my completely naked body on the urine and beer scented floor.

I spread my legs, and accepted his wet cock. He proceeded to fuck me on that cold tile, the noise of our fucking echoing just like Tia had earlier. When he came, the fourth guy brought me to yet another orgasm, as he climbed between my legs, and rode the fun new toy these guys treated me as. When I came the next time, I heard the door swing open. It was the big bouncer. He must have followed what happened and I figured he would put an end to this. Not a chance.

"Keep an eye out for my boss guys, and you get free cover whenever" he directed to the four of them.

With that he yanked me off the floor and unzipped his pants. When they got around his knees, I saw a cock the size of my forearm.

"Shit!" one of the guys exclaimed.

The monster lifted me off the ground in one quick move, and impaled me on his big dick. I couldn't believe how big it was, and just settled for putting my arms around him, while he held my entire hands in his massive hands. He pulled me tight, and held me in his muscular body, and pummelled me into submission. The molesters watched and commented.

"He if fucking the shit out of her" I heard one say, as I could only gasp as I came all over his big dick.

He chewed my neck, and fucked me with a passion, usually reserved for lovers. I closed my eyes, and ran my fingers thru his hair, clinging to him like a leech. When he pounded me to another orgasm, I nibble on his ear, and told him he was making me come. I felt like a baby, my sweaty body, my large wet tits, squished my his sculpted frame.

The bouncer, who's name I never got, then adjusted me in his arms, he lifted me again, this time putting his arms under my ass and on my back, his arms acting as a makeshift fuck swing. Then he proceeded to accelerate the passionate loving, drilling me with a reckless abandon and sliding a finger down to my open asshole. I felt myself get dizzy, my head spinning like a top, the room echoing with my screams and the sounds of our bodies colliding. The thoughts of the last six months, the life Tia and I had led, the virtual slide show that ran in my drunken state. Then it hit...




Bad Influence Ch. 2



Orgasm after orgasm coursed through my body, as I ravished in the manhandling I recieved. I heard my screams get louder, now joined by this animal of a man. The last thing I remember was the tear of ecstasy that went down my face. Then everything went black.

When I awoke, I was on the floor of the bathroom. I guess I had passed out for a minute. My skirt and thong were next to me on the floor, my shoes were missing, but there were beads, tons of beads, around my neck. I was filthy, with the stench of urine, beer and mens cologne all around me. Cum and pussy juice leaked from my hole, and I was a complete and utter mess. Makeup everywhere, hair mussed up from being pulled, lipstick smeared, and dirt on my feet and ass. I felt used, and I loved it.

I managed to get dressed, what I could anyway, and used the beads in place of a tshirt. My big boobs and large nipples stuck out the sides, but it was all I had. I felt like a slut, walking out in the bar like that, with yet another hour until closing time. Guys continued to hoot and holler at my body, despite my trashy appearance. Girls leared, looking down on me like I was a whore- which I shamefully enjoyed. I had to find Tia, and get home, get home and get some rest.

"I got you a cab, he will take you anywhere you want and not charge" the bouncer said as he pointed outside. "Your friend is already in there.....you need to come see me again." he ended.

"I will" was all I could muster out of my drained body.

I made my way outside, braless and barefoot. I got in the cab and found Tia waiting for me in the backseat. The drunk slut didn't even know she still had the guys fresh cum on her chin. I certainly wasn't going to tell her after what she did to me.

"What the fuck happened to you?" was the first thing out of my mouth.

As the cab proceeded to take off, I told her the story. How after she went in the bathroom, I got gangbanged, and forced to perform various sexual acts when she didn't come to save me. How I called for her, but my cries fell on deaf ears, and I got fucked by five guys including the bouncer.

She started to rub her pussy as I told her how I took on all the guys. Tia told me what a good bathroom fuck Doug was, but that now she was jealous of me. And how she had his phone number, and that we needed to have an orgy with him and his buddies. Most of all, she wants to fuck that bouncer with the massive dick, she wants us to go back to that bar this Saturday, so we can take turns screwing him in the bathroom, managers office or anywhere that is "hot." She is jealous of me, and wants to do what I did.


So there it is. It's Wednesday now, and I am in a state of confusion. This time last year, I was a nice girl, I guess, with a normal life. Now I crave cock just like that slut Tia does. Now I been with multiple partners in less that six months. Now I can't get off from "normal" sex. Now I crave men with large dicks. Now I find myself kissing my girlfriend...and now I find that, well, I find that exciting. I find myself wondering what her pussy tastes like at the source. Now I know I will find out soon. Now I know I like getting used. Now I know I like rough sex. Now I crave muliple partners...I like for guys to surround me and take me. Now I like out of control sex.

This morning I had the phone book open. I was looking for a number to Sex Addiction Anonymous if such a thing exists. I was looking for something that might help with nymphomania or whatever problem I have. But then I shut it. I shut it when I played my messages back from last night and Charles was on it. Charles was headed to town on next Monday on business, and wants to know if Tia and I would be free. When I heard Charles message I tossed the phone book in the trash and called her so she could take Monday and Tuesday off from work.

I know I have a problem. A big problem. It's just that I don't care. But I can't help it, it isn't my fault. It's that sluts Tia's.



Bad Influence: Shar's Fall



Dear Dr. Jocelyn,

My friend Tia is a slut! Well, maybe that it is too strong a way to start off a letter. But she is a big part of why I am writing you. She had a role in what happened that night. And she has much to do with the confusion I now face, confusion that has become a part of my life in the last six months. 

I guess this letter isn't making too much sense at this point. They say you should give some background in therapy...if that is what this is. I don't know why I'm writing...I don't know if you can help. It all started about five months ago. Maybe I should start from the beginning.

My name is Sharlene, and I live in a city in the Southwest which will remain nameless. I grew up with a single mom, due to my dads death when I was four. My father, a military man, met my mother, who is Puerto Rican, when he was stationed there. They fell in love and relocated to the States. Although my father came from a middle class White background, the couple was loved immensely by both families. As a matter of fact, my mother and I still remain very close to my grandmother and aunts and uncles.

My mom, my conservative Latin mother is a great person, and even better mom. She does tend to be doting and old fashioned, as I am the only child. Even my fathers family tells her to relax, to date, to remarry. But my mother won't hear of it.

"James was a great man, I won't allow another to live in his home" she always says. My grandparents and aunts and uncles reassure her that no one should be alone this long- fifteen years it has been. One time my grandmother got drunk at Thankgiving and let her hair down.

"Consuela may never marry again. She and James were such a couple. Hell, they never left the bedroom the first six months they were married. I had to go over to the house to make sure they were still alive" my grandmother said.

"Those things are proper between a husband and wife" my Mom said as she smiled sipping her wine. "A woman and man can have relations, very often if you will; so long as they are married."

I was fifteen at the time, but it stuck in my head. So my parents had a very high sex drive. Hmmm. Who would have thunk it. My mom certainly would not have volunteered the information. As far as I knew my mother was a virgin when she and my dad met, and she constantly instructed me to behave that way until I was married. She kept a close eye on my dating while I lived under her roof.

I did manage to lose my virginity though, with a boyfriend in high school, and another in the summer after graduation. They were guys I dated and the few times we could have sex, took place at their homes, or friends places, when parents were out of town. I enjoyed sex immensely, but didn't want to disappoint my mother; who worked so hard, and gave me everything a girl ask for. She would have been crushed if I let her down. But in my mind, the sex was always in the confines of a relationship...nothing risqué or wild. I was still a good girl.

But that began to change when I went to college. And it really changed when I met Tia. We became friends in my sophomore year in school.. I had a casual "hi and bye" relationship last year (we lived in the same dorm), but got to know each other better over the last summer.

Tia and I both worked at the mall, Ishe for a small boutique, and me for a large department store. It seemed she was skipping the Fall semester to work more hours, and would take a class at the local community college. This fit in better with her "Fashion Merchandising career." That, she said, and it gave her more time to party.

Partying was something Tia was good at. I heard things in the dorm, and often seen her take different boys up to her room on many occasions. I had my share of casual sex, but was not quite as blunt as she was. It may have been something to do with Tia's appearance.

Tia has the kind of body that guys lust after. Long tan legs, a tight butt, flat stomach, and breasts that stand straight out. She is one of the few redheads, auburn actually, that have dark skin, to go with her green eyes. She dresses quite well, except for weekends, when I must say, she can closely resemble a stripper.

I, on the other hand, inherited my mother's body. I am short, with dark hair and brown eyes. My Latin mom gave me her big Latin butt, and I also inherited her very large breasts. One of the boys in my gym class said I was built like a short brick shithouse. It was supposed to be a compliment, but I was embarrassed as all my girlfriends laughed when I told them.

But it wasn't just Tia's appearance and choice of dress that made her a bad influence. It was her libido and willingness to sleep with complete strangers. It all started when we attended an outdoor music festival last October.

We went to a series of concerts held outdoors with some of our favorite bands. The music was good, and the crowd was quite wild. We had been there for about three hours before the action really began.

During one of the numbers, some guy passed Tia a joint. She took a quick hit on it and casually handed it to me. Although I had drank before, marijuana was a new thing to me. I took a quick drag, and handed back to Tia, coughing as I did so. After she had a quick giggle, she took a very extended drag on the joint, who handed it back to the guy...the guy who now had his arm around Tia. By the time I turned my head back to the stage, I realized his friend had come behind me, rubbing my shoulders with his big hands.

"I'm Jim, and this is my buddy Keith", Sandra's new friend said. We introduced ourselves to the guys, and continued to pass the joint back and forth. Before the song was over, Tia and Jim were making out.

"Let's go up on the hill" Jim said ten minutes later, motioning the three of us towards the hillside about 40 yards away.

The guys held our hands as Tia and I walked, with our shoes in our free hands. I had no idea of where we were going, but the buzz was beginning to make me lose any inhibitions I may have come with. When we got to the spot were Jim stopped, I noticed a sleeping blanket and a blanket already laid out. Jim looked at Keith and informed him that they would be taking the sleeping bag.

Keith and I laid down, as Tia almost raced to get in the bad along with Jim. When I felt Keith start to give me a massage, I looked over at her. She was on her back, with Jim on top of her, making out heavily. She had her arms about him, and their tongues were in each others mouth. It was very intense and heavy kissing. Keith was now sucking on my neck and reached around to touch my breasts. When I didn't stop him, his hand went under my shirt, tugging it out of my cutoffs. I turned to kiss him and his hot mouth was right there waiting for me. When I broke from our kiss, I turned back to look Tia and Jim. 

Now her tank top was off, and it, along with her bra, were lying on the grass. Keith continued with my shorts, as I vaguely felt him unsnap my shorts. I watched Tia and Jim going at it, almost as if they were wrestling with hands underneath the covers. Keith's hands slowly moved down my belly and into my panties...then he started to nibble on my ear. As I looked across, I noticed Jim now kissing Tia very hard, as she mumbled something inaudible. Then I saw her mouth opened wide as she gasped. It was then that I noticed, by squinting, that somewhere along the line her shorts and panties had joined her tank. I couldn't believe what I was seeing- he was inside her!

Tia gasped over and over as I noticed the sleeping bag shaking almost violently. She was letting this guy fuck her in the middle of a concert full of people! Only then did I feel Keith's finger in my pussy. I spread my legs wider, as I watched my friend being pounded only five feet away. By now she was moaning loud, with her arms, and likely her legs, around this total stranger. Jim just grunted, as he now fucked Sandra so hard that the top of their torso's came out of the bag, Sandra's tits flopping for any passerby to see.

"Let me eat your pussy" was the first thing Keith said to me all night. I unconsciously moved up as he removed my shorts and underwear in one swift movement. I lay back on the blanket, as he dove between my legs. I was already wet from his finger, and Tia was only making it worse.

"Fuck me baby" she cried, as Jim kept thrust in atop her. I closed my eyes and listened as my friend talked dirty, and traded obscenities with this man she had just met maybe thirty minutes earlier. And I was getting oral sex from a man that had barely said five words to me. I screamed through an orgasm from the near perfect stimulation and dirty movie that was taking place next to me.

When I opened my eyes, I saw Jim buck for another minute or so, before he locked up and obviously shot his seed in my wanton friend. She just pulled him in tight and squeezed anything left that was in him. Minutes later we merely kissed the guys goodbye, and headed back to the car.

"I can't believe I just did that" I said. "It must have been the marijuana" I remarked, looking for some sort of rationale explanation.

"Did you cum?" Tia asked.

"Well, yea, but still"

"Sharlene, you shouldn't feel weird. Hell, you should have fucked him. I bet he had a big dick. I know his friend did. And I'll let him fuck me again after what he just did to me."

"You don't feel guilty?" I asked. "I mean we barely knew those guys...I mean we didn't even know them"

"We were horny and we fucked" she said casually. "That's how it works." Tia said in a casual tone. "What can I say, I love cock."

The next morning I woke up still confused. I had sex, oral sex at least, with a guy I barely knew and barely spoke with. I saw my friend partially naked and it aroused me. I watched my friend have sex and it really excited me. And I had relations in public and it thrilled me. It didn't seem right, certainly not how my mother raised me, and contrary to anything I had done before. It was the marijuana I thought dismissively, that is what caused such a bizarre night.

And I could have lived with that, but it didn't end there. I started hanging out with Tia more and more. After all, she was a good person. So she slept around, and sure she had a much older guy paying part of her rent for her place. And then there was the matter of her smoking, drinking and casual drug use.

But Tia was a genuine friend as funny as it may sound. She would listen to any problem I had, and offer to help in any way she could. She brought food to my apartment when I had a test....too busy to leave my studies. She took me to lunch at one of the most expensive restaurants in town for my birthday. She always rented movies, when I needed a break from my schoolwork. But there of course she would talk about how "hot" the male actors were, and how she would love to suck their dicks or get fucked by them. 

And on weekends we would still go out and drink and smoke. I began to develop a cigarette habit. My mother would kill me if she found out! She said women who smoke look like prostitutes.

Tia would always find some guy to make out with, and give her phone number to. And I would usually be beside her, making out with some guy and getting felt up on a dance floor or in the corner of a bar. Two weeks after our concert incident, I had a guy finger fuck me in the booth of a new dance club that just opened. Tia gave her date a handjob across from us. I wasn't aware what happened, until I heard the table shake and her long arm banging it as she whispered in the guys ear. No doubt she was saying dirty things to him. Why was this exciting me so?

Then Thanksgiving came, and I decided to have Tia home for dinner. Her mother and stepdad were going back East for the holiday, and she declined since she had to work that weekend at the store. I only lived two hours away, and Mom thought it would be good to meet one of my school friends. I saw it as a chance to get back to my previous, normal life.

As soon as Tia came in the house, my mother flashed me a suspicious look. Tia actually looked respectable in her long dark dress and conservative shoes, but my mother could tell she had a "bit of the wild in her."

We spent the morning helping my mom prepare some Menudo, a dish she made every year. It was a treat for my dad's side of the family, as we went over there for Thanksgiving dinner every year. Tia and I spent the morning telling my mother of our daily routine, of course leaving the part about sex and guys, and partying. The three of us had a good time with our edited girl talk.

Tia seemed to really enjoy discussing Puerto Rican culture, and my growing up with a semi- Spanish upbriging. My mom seemed to loosen up as she was impressed by Sandra's knowledge, particularly her excellent grasp of the language. That was when I recalled in my head, Tia had told me she fucked her Spanish teacher in high school. When I started giggling my mother told me I may want to take it easy with the wine.

"Oh, girls, Momma needs a quick nap before the big dinner". My mother said as she folded her apron. Can you girls do me a favor and take some of this down to Charles down the street? His fiancée had to go back home to take care of her mother, and he and Danny are alone."

Charles was the neighbor down the street. He and his son had moved in when I was a junior in high school. He was a handsome guy, newly divorced then, with a two year old son at the time. I remember babysitting for him, poor guy, he had just had a painful divorce and had to take care of a young child. My mom knew how tough that was and helped him out. I watched little Danny free of charge, and mom made food for them all the time. 

I used to love to go over there, because Danny was such a nice child, and Charles was nice to look at, and it seemed he liked to look back also. Pretty flattering stuff for a high school girl. But with his emotional state, I looked at him more as a friend to help out. I was so happy when Mom told me he met a nice girl, who loved Danny as if he were her own.

When Tia and I went over, Charles was very glad to see us. He hadn't seen me since this summer, and always loved my moms cooking. Tia shook his hand when I introduced them, even going as far as to kiss him on the cheek. She was really too much. Little Danny was sleep on the living room couch. He was getting so big! I went over and brushed his hair aside.

"He is such a cute boy" Tia said as she stood over me. "He looks just like his Dad" she continued on.

"Thank you Tia" Charles said, looking surprised, but pleased at the same time. Tia, of course stared at him the whole time, just smiling that smile of hers.

"Oh, I forgot the pie Mom made you Charles, I'll be right back guys" I said rushing out.

"OK, I'll just hang here Shar" Tia said still smiling.

I went home and got the apple pie Mom had made the night before. I checked in on her, and she was still resting. When I went back through the house, I poured a small glass of wine, and headed back over to Charles and Danny's. 

When I got back over, the kitchen door was still open. I put the pie down and went in to the living room and saw Danny still sound asleep. Where were Tia and Danny?

"Hey guys, where are you?" I asked as I began to make my way through the house. I knew I had sipped some good amount of wine, but hadn't I just spoke to those two just ten minutes ago.

I got about halfway down the hall when I heard the noise. It was a sounded like something in the walls. When I got outside of the bedroom, I couldn't believe my ears. The door to Charles's room was cracked ever so slightly...it was his bed, his headboard actually, banging the hell out of the wall. I could only make out a bit of the room, but from what I saw, Tia was on top of Charles, riding his cock and gripping the wrought iron headboard with her free hands. She was moaning and saying all kinds of dirty things to him.

Immediately my hand went straight to my pussy. I began rubbing slowly at first, and then increasingly as the situation took hold in my mind.

I was at home, home for the holiday, standing in my neighbors house, watching my best friend fuck him senseless, while his fiancée played nurse in another state and his young child slept in the living room. I held my drink in my free hand, barely able to stand up. I had to lean against the wall for support and pull my dress up even further. It was so dirty, watching Tia fuck this man, this man who so loved his fiance. Seducing him in the bed they shared, as a picture of the couple occupied the nightstand next to their bed. Tia didn't care, she just wanted to fuck. It was so animal, so primal.

I continued to rub my pussy as the bed began to shake more. Tia told Charles to "take it", as I could only makeout her hands ramming the headboard, and imagined his hands gripping her firm ass, as her hot tits bounced as he did so. This was too much for me, as I shuddered in a quiet, but very intense orgasm. Struggling back to the living room, I made it to the couch before I fell. I could still hear the violent shaking of the bed in the distance, as it nearly caused me to finger myself again if not for little Danny.

Charles and Tia eventually made it out to the living room. She adjusted her skirt and undergarments, and Charles looked at me rather happily.

"Please tell your mom thank you Sharlene" Charles exclaimed. "And thank you for everthing you have done" he told me in a rather revealing tone. "Make sure you come by again when you get in town" he said, looking quite devious. He hugged both me and Tia and kissed us each on the cheek. It was as if we all knew what had just happened, but didn't mention it. I thought to myself, the mouth he just kissed me with, had likely sucked on my friends tit, or maybe ate her pussy. Why did that excite me so?

"You ought to fuck that guy the next time you come home...just get him alone from that fiance of his....he sure knows what he's doing" Tia said as we began the walk home.

"By the sound of the way that bed shaking, I guess he did" I said, as we both laughed.

"Well, I was horny and"

"And you love cock" I said, completing her sentence.

"You know me too well, and if it had been me that went back to your house, you would have fucked him too" she said.

I thought about it. Maybe I was getting as bad as her. All through dinner, all I could thnk about was how hot it was to see her fucking Charles like that. And how hot it was to finger my pussy to it. My relatives asked us questons, Tia entertained them in her casual way, so casual after just fucking an almost married man. Me, I was in a trance just trying to figure out when I would get my chance to go back home and masturbate to the memory of what I witnessed earlier.

When we left for school, Mom hugged me goodbye and told me she really enjoyed our visit. But she also told me to be careful around Tia. A nice girl, but still "too much of the wild in her." She could be a questionable influence. How right my mother was.

It was just a week later, when I found myself on a double date with her. They were two guys we had met at a party a few weeks earlier. One of the few sets of guys that didn't finger us, or get a handjob, or some other depraved sexual act.

They picked us up wearing very nice suits, while driving a nice luxury sedan. These two took us to dinner in a very expensive restaraunt, and treated us like ladies. 

My guy Bobby, pulled my chair out for me, and told me how beautiful I looked. Kerry, Tia's guy ordered for her in French, and bought her the most expensive champagne on the menu. These two were real gentleman.

Kerry and Bobby said all the right things. They were well dressed, tipped the staff generously, and listened to all of our stories. At the end of the night, we were driving on the way home.

"Should we drop you all by your place Sharlene, or Tia's?" Bobby asked like a sixteen year old on his first date.




Bad Influence: Shar's Fall



"We should ride around for a while" Tia responded.

I felt as though it was a nice enough night, with the sunroof back, and the unseasonably warm weather. The guys had been really great, so another twenty minutes or so was fine by me.

Bobby drove for a while, as I heard Tia in the backseat, trading kisses with Kerry and giggling in between our conversation.

We ended up on a hill that overlooks our city to cap the perfect night. Bobby pointed out what a cool moon that was in the air that night. I looked, and noticed its strange orange tint.

"Hey Tia, check out the..." I started to say as I turned to the backseat.

When I did I stopped in mid sentence. Tia was leaning over, with her mouth wrapped around Kerry's hard dick. I had seen her in action before, but never quite so close, or grapically. Bobby turned to the backseat, to see what was going off, and he too was at a loss for words.

Tia was not just givig this guy head. She had her eyes closed, and the look of passion on her face was palpable. No wonder guys liked her so much. I couldn't believe what I was seeing, as I sat there, and watched her make love to this guys cock. She was going up and down nice and slow, at some points taking his entire cock down her throat. The picture of his beautiful cock in her lips was something I will not soon forget.

Before I knew it, Bobby had his hands on my tits, and I was rubbing his dick through his pants. The times before, at the concert, the clubs, and at Charles house, I was tipsy. But unlike Tia, I had nothing to drink at the bar...stone cold sober I was, and still horny as could be.

After about five minutes of this action back and forth, Tia made her move. She reached behing her, hitching her skirt up, and climbed on Kerry after pulling her thong to the side. She was about to fuck this guy right in front of us. A good thing Bobby had leather seats. And speaking of Bobby, he began to suck on my tits.

"Let's go outside, and get some room" I breathed in his ear.

Bobby led me outside, both of us partially clothed at this point, and took me around the back of the car.

He bent me over the trunk, raising my skirt in one motion, and taking my panties down on the other. He spread my cheeks with his hands, and stuck his face in my wet pussy. I opened my eyes just then, and noticed my friend through the back windows glass, riding this guy Kerry for all he was worth. It was dark in the backseat, yet I could still make out Tia bouncing up and down as her auburn hair flew everywhere.

Bobby increased the speed of his licks, lapping at my cunt like a thirsty dog. It was then that I lost the sight of Tia. She probably had made him cum fast, as I still had the impression, that these two didn't quite expect this that night.

When I opened my eyes again, I found out different. All of a sudden, Tia's bare feet pressed against the back and side window. The bottoms of her feet, the only pale part of her body, were plastered to the windows, as she spread her legs wide, obviously on the bottom of a hot fuck.

I screamed for Bobby to fuck me from behind, and waste time he did not. He had his dick in me instantly, as I watched the show inside the car. Kerry had taken all his clothes off by now, as I could make out his tight butt thrust into Tia repeatedly. Her feet pressed harder against the glass, which I feared she would break at any time. Meanwhile, the car began bouncing up and down as Kerry gave it to her hard.

Bobby just kept plugging away from behind, as my hard nipples brushed the trunk of his car. All this was too much, when I began hearing Tia scream. I could pretty much just make out Tia's feet with the windows fogging up, but the occasinal "fuck", "ohh", "big dick", "cumming", comments drove me wild. I kept staring at those feet, my breasts now flopping on the trunk while Bobby gave it to me in my favorite postion.

Eventually we made it to the car and the guys drove us to my place. The car smelled like a mixture of perfume, sweat, and sex. I couldn't believe, how even that smell, aroused me on the drive back. Once again, I was shocked at my behavior.

Things were getting out of control. Now I was having serious sex with complete strangers. Now I had seen my friend clearly in the act of fucking. And now I had done it stone cold sober. It seemed as if things were getting worse, and the stakes were raised each time.

That was right before my next break. And I was relieved, as Tia was heading back East for the entire time, and I could try to recoup life away from her for four weeks. I had to get away from her.

And things went well for my first two weeks at home. My mom had no idea I had become a slut. My friends from high school and I hung out...I didn't tell them about my adventures. And most of all I met a boy, and began what I thought might becomme evovle into a normal relationship.

Actually the boy was a guy I knew from high school, Brian. He was a year behind me, and had always had a crush on me. I always though he was cute, but one of us always had someone, and we never got a chance to go out. My mom even liked him, and was glad to see I spent my time with a good guy like him.

We dated, going to movies, dinners, and parties. When we were alone, we messed around a lot, but I successfully held out on sex for the whole time. I thought this would be a good chance to develop someting normal away from Tia, and Brian thought I was a nice girl. After all, I was until just two months ago. We even went as far as to exchange presents, conservatively priced, but it showed we liked each other nonetheless.

One night, when Brian had to work late, I got a call from Tia. It was good to hear from her, as she and I had played phone tag for the last three days.

She was calling from her stepdads. Apparently she had never met his extended family, and there were tons of people that kept her busy all the time. She also informed me that one of those people, her stepdads nephew had a nine inch cock. I couldn't believe she did him, but she said "No blood, no foul." Apparently they fucked in the basement while everyone else sat upstairs drinking eggnong and watching Its A Wonderful Life. Tia went on about how she gave head to a guy she met on the plane, and the manager at one of the dinner clubs up there.

When I told her about Brian, she congratulated me, and asked me if the sex was good. When I told her I held out, she said I was great...that she couldn't do that if her life depended on it. She said she wanted to meet such a great guy, adding that she "would keep her hands off him." We laughed and set up a time to call later in the week.

I had kind of a new boyfriend, who was handsome and happened to be a great guy. Why was I envious of Tia? Why did the daily calls and trustworthy nature of Brian and I now seem so mundane? I shrugged it off and went about my week.

Then Friday came, New Years Eve. Brian and I had plans to go downtown for a celebration. My mother actually had plans with her girfriends, as they went out of town for an overnight stay. Maybe she would let her guard down and meet a man.

It was late in the afternoon when I began to get that bored again. Bored like I was after the converation with Tia. Bored of my day, and bored of the last three weeks. I got bored enough and called Charles. Charles from down the street.

"Hey Charles, mom made some more Menudo if you'd like some" I asked.

"Sure Shar, I'm always up for Menudo...Cindy and Danny are working on a project, so I"ll pick it up on the way to the store."

As you can imagine, the inevitable happened. Within ten minutes I was kneeling on my kitchen floor, sucking Charles's dick as if it was the last one I'd ever have. We proceeeded to my room, where he fucked my lights out for the better part of an hour. It was dirty, nasty, and everything I unknowlingly craved for the last three weeks. I thought about Cindy, working with little Danny as Charles came on my chest, leaving me drenched in his seed.

Charles said the he loved Cindy, but sex with me and Tia gave him something she couldn't. He said that he loved my figure, and would like a threesome with the two of us someday. A thrill coursed through my body when he mentioned it, and I told him so. 

When I said bye to Brian, when it was time to come back to school, I hoped he would forget about me. I initially thought I wouldn't cheat on him, but after Charles I knew better. I realized I liked having sex with strange, horny guys...just like Tia.