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Late Night DIY

By: CestFabulous



This may or may not be true - that is for you to decide - but I would still like you to answer the question at the end. All the participants are, of course, over eighteen.

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I started masturbating in 1986. I pretty much did it the same way every time, screwing my hips against the bed. I often used to come on the bedspread or sheets, then wipe off the semen with tissues or lick it off. However, this would still often leave a stain.

My fantasies revolved around real people and events, mainly a girl from across the road who I had had one wonderful French kiss with. She was starting to chase me again two years later and we had shared a lot of sexy moments at that time, but nothing sexual between us.

Then everything changed. It was at some time in the winter months, when I woke up at about eleven-thirty at night. At that age, nothing could wake me when I was asleep, but for some reason this night was different.

I could not work out what had woken me, but I was unusually curious - normally I would have been tired enough to go back to sleep. I heard a rasping sound, which might have been coming from outside. My bed was flush with the wall where the window was, so I sat up and pulled back the curtain to look outside.

The road was quiet, as usual, but there was a bright white light on above a garage opposite. I knew the men who lived in that house and thought I could make them out in their driveway. I heard the rasping sound again, which sounded like it could be someone sawing. I thought that the men were doing some late night DIY and, although I thought this was strange, I closed the curtains and resolved to go to sleep.

But as I settled back down into bed I heard more sounds. They seemed to be coming from my parents' bedroom, which was next to mine and only divided by a thin plaster wall. It sounded like my mother was crying out in pain - the thought flashed through my mind that she was ill. Then I heard what sounded like my father grunting with exertion, and I was suddenly scared and angry - I thought he was beating up my mother.

I felt that I had to do something to stop him, but what? Should I burst in and hold him back? Should I call the police? Should I cover my head with my pillow and wait until the morning to raise it with my mother? Then my decision was made for me. I heard the rasping sound again and realised it was also coming from their bedroom. I also worked out that it was not rasping, but panting. 

It suddenly struck me that my parents were having sex. My first reaction was disgust, but then this was quickly followed by curiosity. I was intrigued to know what real sex - not film or tv sex - sounded like.

I strained to hear better. Knowing I had to be quiet, so that I did not disturb my parents, I slowly and carefully propped myself up on my elbows. I knew the middle of the headboard of my parents' bed backed on to the left of my headboard as I faced it, so I shuffled to that side and I cupped my hands behind my ears. I also yawned several times to increase the volume of all the sounds around me. That also served to hear the sound of my grandmother's breathing in the other room off the landing - it sounded like she was asleep.

I made sure my penis was unfurled under my body, and it got hard as I heard the panting continue and the bed springs squeak slightly. I thought I could make out mum's panting, which was accompanied by light moans, and dad's, which was more guttural. Then I heard three deep grunts from dad, spaced out over 5 to 10 seconds, interspersed by mum letting go of her vocal chords at about the same time.

I thought they had finished but I carried on listening to see if I could hear more. I had not come. Then all of a sudden, I saw a shaft of light from under their bedroom door as someone switched a light on and dad half opened the door. My bedroom door was wide open as always, so I quickly slithered under my sheets so that I would not be noticed.

Luckily, dad did not come out of the room straight away, because he turned back towards mum and whispered: "American-style sex!". She giggled in response, then dad went to the bathroom to clean himself up, whilst I could make out the sound of mum cleaning the bedsheets.

After dad returned to bed, they both turned off their reading lights quickly. I waited a while until I thought they would be asleep, then re-ran the events in my mind and masturbated. 

The thought of hearing them again began to dominate my thoughts after this. I went to bed early for days, but stayed awake hoping to catch them at it again. It was not until about a month later that I did and the occasion provided many clues that would help me plan my voyeurism in the future.

The pattern of their love-making on this night - including their foreplay - would become familiar to me, with a few slight variations. One of them would put their book down, switch off their bedside lamp, then touch and kiss the other, who would read on pretending not to notice. Then their feelings would become too much, they would drop their book or magazine, and respond in kind.

Once they were both turned on enough, more often than not, the remaining bedside lamp would be turned off. I would often hear the sound of their bodies rubbing against the sheets until one or two lights were switched back on. This would herald sounds that would remain a mystery to me until I snooped around their bedroom. I heard the drawers in their bedside tables opening, which was followed by the sound of a box opening and a strange snapping sound. There was also a sort of squelching, farting sound and the drawers being closed again.

It seemed to me that penetration followed, because I heard a sharp intake of breath from mum, then more movement on the sheets. Eventually, I would hear similar grunts and groans to that first time, often simultaneously. At other times, it sounded like mum came a little while after dad or not at all.

But it was when I reflected on what had led up to their bedroom antics, that I was able to be more accurate in predicting when they would have sex next. It was the fact that they held and kissed each other more in the evening, they sometimes watched flims that had an erotic charge and - perhaps most importantly - encouraged me to go to bed early. Of course, I was only too happy to oblige.

There were also the times when they were out late together, therefore expecting me to be asleep when they returned. At these times, I would often stay up late reading under a small spotlight, listening out for their car to arrive at the top of our road. When I heard it, I would switch off the light, turn my back to my bedroom door and pretend to be asleep.

Mum and dad would often come in sounding like they were in a good mood, perhaps a bit tipsy. One of them would check to see if I was asleep. It seemed they were assessing my breathing and whether I would respond if they called my name softly. I learnt to maintain a passive face.

When they were at work during the day and my grandmother was downstairs, I was able to check the contents of their bedside drawers. On my dad's side was a box of condoms and on my mum's was a tube of KY Jelly. I presumed that my mum, at 47, did not have enough natural lubrication.

One of the consistent sounds that always baffled me was mum dropping something into the metal wastebin in the room before they went to the bathroom to clean themselves up, ahead of having sex. I knew that it was only feasible to find out what it was the next day and when I looked into the bin, I saw it was a pantyliner. 

To this day, it baffles me - were they only doing it at the end of her period? During her period? That might have explained the mystery red stain on the bed cover that caused mum some embarrasment when I asked her about it once. She told me she did not know what it was.

I also took advantage of being able to rummage in the laundry bin for her panties. If I was ever caught, I could always say I was putting my dirty clothes in the basket. I only did it a few times and I was not caught. 

On the first occasion, I fished out all mum's panties, glorying in looking at and smelling the yellow urine and pussy stains at the front. On the later occasions, I plucked up courage to come into one of the pairs (sometimes wearing them), hoping mum would not notice. Whether she did or not, she never mentioned it to me.

She did notice me on an occasion which was purely accidental - just my bad luck. One Saturday morning, dad had gone out and I needed something from my parents' bedroom. I simply opened the door and found my mum lying on her back on the floor, completely naked. It was the only time in my teenage years that I saw her bush, as we were not comfortable about being naked around the house. It was an exciting but fleeting glimpse, as mum shooshed me out of the room. She later told me she was doing stretching exercises. It is only recently that I have thought she might have been doing something sexual.

In the summer of 1987, we went on holiday abroad with my best friend. We were both hormonal and talked tentatively about sex. I never told him what I had heard and done, but in a hotel we stayed in on the way to our final destination, I asked him if he thought his parents still had sex. He told me that his mum could not because of an operation that she had. I could feel his sadness when he told me this and I did not know what to say.

My parents had given me the keys to their separate bedroom on the floor below us in the hotel, so that I could go to them when my friend and I had finished unpacking. When I got to their door, I thought I could hear them giggling and laughing in a sexual way. Although I was in a public corridor, I opened the door as slowly and quietly as I could, hoping to catch my parents in some sort of sexual activity. I think I nearly did. I got in the room and heard my parents voices coming from the open bathroom door.

I deliberately cleared my throat before popping my head into the bathroom and I saw what looked like dad standing over mum as she sat on the toilet. He quickly turned around and asked - in a rather flustered way - what I was doing there. I told him I had come in as instructed and as he approached me, he reprimanded me for not knocking. I apologised and acted sheepishly, but - unusually - he did not chastise me any more than that, probably because he knew they were doing something he did not want to discuss with me.

When we arrived at our final destination, my curiosity got the better of me when we were unpacking. My mum told me to fetch something from her suitcase and I found her pack of pantyliners. As I sat examining them, she came into her bedroom and I quickly, but rather unconvincingly, put them back and found her what she wanted. It was an awkward moment for both of us which passed without comment.

Then in those two weeks on the coast I heard my parents have sex twice, which was an enormous turn-on for me. They had complained bitterly that they had been given two single beds in the bedroom of the villa we were staying in, but there was nothing that could be done to change the situation. The arrangement of our beds was similar to ours at home - headboard to headboard - but the wall was very very thick, so I made sure the door to the corridor between our rooms and the only bathroom was open at night. I felt I was in for a treat on the two occasions when mum shut this door and I was right.

The first time after she closed the door, I heard the screech of the beds on the hard tiled floor, as mum and dad pushed them together. I could barely hear them have sex because of the thick wall between us, but they seemed to be more uninhibited than usual. I masturbated as I listened, unsure if my friend was awake too - he never said anything to me about it if he was. The next morning, mum asked us if we had slept ok and we both said yes. 

I think this only encouraged them for the second time. I decided to be cheeky and give mum a clue to what I knew by pulling open the door to the corridor that she had shut earlier, but once again, it did not provoke a reaction from her.

The more often I listened and learned, the more I saw mum and dad as sexual beings, and wanted to take part. My fantasies became fixated on mum and dad. Sometimes I would join them both in my fantasy, other times I would work up a fictitious jealousy of dad and - in my fantasies - make love to mum whilst he was absent. I was especially angry and jealous when - that same year - I overheard my mum discussing arrangements she had made to ensure that I did not have sexual relations with my girlfriend.

I did creep close to their bedroom door on a couple of occasions when they made love, trying to persuade myself to go in, but my heart was always beating furiously and my hand shook as it approached the door handle. Ultimately, my fear of the unknown and the proximity of my grandmother's bedroom stopped me.

However, I did try to make my knowledge known to my parents, especially my mum, who is more observant. I put a letter 'S' on my wall calendar every time they did it, making sure I did this retrospectively as well. Then I put another letter on it to indicate which dates in the future I thought they would have sex. 

I also gave physical signals to her. I tried to make what would be normal mother-son love a bit more sexual. I would hold her tighter and kiss her passionately on the neck - both of them for longer than what might be normal. Ultimately, I would pull her on top of my bed sheets when she bade me good night and do this. She got wise to the trick, but I would pine for her and she rarely resisted.

As she became used to this, she asked me in a giggly way if this was what was known as "necking". I told her that I supposed it was and she seemed to respond properly in kind for the first time, kissing my neck passionately. 

Some days after this incident, I became aware that my parents might make love again. I was reading as mum made her way to the bathroom. Dad went in after she left and I persuaded her into my arms. I had pulled her on top of me, our bedclothes and the sheets between us, and we 'necked' again.

I hoped she could understand the calendar close to us, but I doubted it. Nevertheless, the sexual tension was higher than ever. Mum was panting lightly this time as I kissed her neck ravenously and she was making nervous little jokes. I was sure she could feel my stiff cock under her belly, but I could hear dad getting out of the bath and I did not want him to see us like that. As he started cleaning his teeth, I came. I was silent, but I am sure mum felt my whole body stiffen and my penis spew out its load.

I quickly got her off me, knowing dad would not be long and she seemed disappointed. She swept aside my hair and kissed my forehead and cheeks lightly. In the hope that I might enjoy hearing her make love later - despite having come already - I told her that I was very tired and that I was going to switch off my light immediately. She then went into the bedroom. I switched off and seconds later dad came out of the bathroom.

The alarm clock on my bedside table said 11pm - just fifteen minutes later, mum initiated foreplay with him. I thought that was an indecently short space of time and I was very jealous of dad then, but I consoled myself that I may have contributed to her being so hot. I listened to them make love, but I could not get an erection quickly and I felt cheated.

In total, I heard mum and dad have sex about thirty times in three years, but then I think they stopped. A throw away remark from my mum gave me an inkling it might have been because dad could not get an erection any more. But it was not the last of my sexual encounters involving them.

I lost my viginity to my first proper girlfriend and I told her about hearing my parents. She was turned on by it and we had a great fantasy about us both listening to them and then joining in. That girlfriend liked older men and fancied my dad, so we both loved the idea, although it never became reality. What did happen was that we made love quite loudly in the room next to them and I hoped they could hear us, especially mum.

There were a couple of occasions after that - when I left home - that mum came to visit me. She stayed in a hotel once and when I was alone in the bedroom with her there, I could feel my stomach knotting with sexual tension, but I never did anything.

However, I made the second time count. She was to stay in my rented flat when my flatmate was away and I devised a plan to see her naked properly for the first time in my post-teenage life. Our bathroom door was old and had long vertical gashes in it where the wood had dried out. I knew that you could not see in through them easily or I would have insisted that it was replaced. The only way to look in was to press your eye to the holes, but then there was the possibility of discovery. 

How to watch mum in there without her seeing me? I practiced during the day and night, placing an object close to the holes and then adopting various positions in the bathroom to see if I could see it. During the day or backlit with the corridor light, it was possible to see the object, but at night and with no back light, it was impossible. If mum was naked in there at night, I had my chance, but I also had to make sure that I did not step on any of the many creaky floorboards. I checked which ones I could step on safely.

My first chance to see her body came when she went to the toilet. I could see her as she sat urinating, which turned me on a bit, especially as it was so strange that she could not see me. However, her skirt covered everything above her knees. Was I always to be thwarted?

We had a good day out and about together, in which mum questioned my decision not to move into a flat, because it was near where my dirty-minded girlfriend lived with her husband. She made it clear to me that she did not like the woman and thought our relationship would not last, so it should not determine where I should live. She was right, but I also felt she was jealous.

That evening we went for a meal in a local restaurant and the waiter mistook mum and I for husband and wife. We laughed, but I could see that mum was flattered and I told her that we could be as she looked so young. She was a bit embarrassed, but did not say anything.

Then my chance came - she had to take a bath that night. I did not want to risk her seeing me as she got into the bath, but I thought I would be able to see her in it. How wrong I was. She sat with her back to me, so all I could see was her soaping her arms, and then her calves and feet as she lifted them. It was only as she got up to get out that my prayers were answered.

I could see her beautifully rounded backside and then her still-shapely breasts in profile. Then she turned to face the door and I could see her in her full glory. It was her dark, hairy bush that did most for me. I could not see inside it, but it was the promise of it that turned me on. Then I got a shock as she walked towards me.

I made it back to the chair in the lounge where I had been pretending to watch tv, when mum called out my name. I went to the door and she had it slightly open. She had forgotten her towel and wanted me to fetch it for her. I did so willingly, relieved that she had not caught me. But I did not have the bravery to suggest I wrap it around her, so I simply passed it through the gap between frame and door.

I pretended to return to the lounge, but watched mum dry and talc herself before putting on her pyjamas and bath robe. I had a raging hard-on, which I had to disguise by pulling my dressing gown tight against it when she came out of the bathroom. We both said perfunctory good nights and went to read in our separate beds, but then something odd happened that I still think about to this day.


Late Night DIY



Mum knocked quickly three times on the thin wall between us and I returned the signal more slowly. Then she tapped three more times quickly - which made it sound like a joint SOS. I said so through the wall and she said in a cheeky tone, "Oh, is that what it is?". Then we whispered good night to each other again. I felt like going in to see her and telling her that I had just seen her naked, but I lacked the courage. I masturbated instead.

There has never been a serious incident involving her since then, although she does wear inviting short skirts still and I often look at her legs and the darkness above them when I can. My big regret though is that her age now and our divergent lives mean I have missed my big chance. What do you think?



Late Night Dom



It was late at night. The lights were off, the TV was off, and every thing was dark and quiet in the house. Listening closely you could hear the tick tock of the big clock, the hum of the fridge motor, and the occasional click of a computer mouse. Beyond the small night lights scattered around the house, the only visible light was the eerie glow of the computer monitor. 

Everyone in the house was sleeping, but in front of the computer an attractive young mom stared intently at the screen. One hand quietly moved the mouse around but the other hand was buried deep in her lap. As her hand moved slowly between her legs, her breathing was somewhat labored, with a soft moan occasionally escaping her lips. 

She was so focused on the screen, she never heard him sneaking up on her. By the time she realized what had happened it was too late to scream, to late to run, and to late to fight. With one hand he viciously had grabbed the hair at the back of her neck and simultaneously he clamped his other hand over her mouth. The pain from the back of her head instantly froze her in place. She dared not move and she dared not make a sound. As he leaned in close she caught a whiff of his cologne, an obviously expensive and rich, manly scent. 

He whispered in her ear, "don't make a sound; there is no reason to make this more painful than it needs to be." 

The pain at the back of her neck intensified and to relieve it she began to stand up as he directed her. He walked her to the dining room and forced her to her knees. Still standing behind her he began to speak. 

"My slut, I've been waiting a long time for this day. We have talked about this and we have teased about this, but the time for talking and teasing is over." 

The voice sounded familiar, but she couldn't quite place it. As he continued to speak, she thought she began to recognize the voice talking to her, but...it couldn't be...it can't be ...he lives so far away...how did he find me... many questions floated through her mind, but they were interrupted by his voice. 

"Yes, my dear, you are about to get everything you've been waiting for." 

Her heart started beating rapidly, the strength in his voice and the reality of the situation caused a mixture of fear and exhilaration to sweep over her. She had heard this voice talking to her for over a year, but she never thought he would actually find her. (Inside she secretly hoped he would but she never thought it would really happen.)

Letting go of her hair, he firmly folded her hands behind her back. She felt him wrap a Velcro cuff firmly around one wrist and then around the other before securing both wrists together. Her hands now immobilized, he stood up and moved his waist directly in front of her face. In the dim light of the house, she watched as he unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants, and pulled his weapon out. Her eyes slowly opened wide in disbelief as she stared at... and tried to comprehend the huge cock in front of her. 

Reaching behind her head, he threaded his fingers through her hair and closed tightly, gripping a handful of hair and firmly holding her head in place. 

"Open wide, my little slut", he said. "It's time to put that mouth of yours to good use!" 

Still dazed and in disbelief over the immense size of his cock, she didn't open her mouth fast enough, because he pulled fiercely on her hair and the searing pain compelled her to open her mouth. Her mouth was barely open when he forced himself in, his width penetrating and spreading her lips to accommodate his size.

Holding her head firmly, both of his hands intertwined in her hair, he began a rhythmic movement, thrusting slowly and using shallow strokes, but gradually he increased his speed and depth, each stroke pushing closer and closer to her gag reflex. Helpless to stop him, his dominance and power over her was erotic and arousing. She could feel her body betray her as the warm ache between her legs began to grow. She couldn't help being turned on by her forced submission.

He groaned the feeling of her warm wet mouth was heavenly; her sucking sensations were teasing his balls into giving up their load of cum. Guiding her head and using it as a means to pleasure his cock felt wonderful. It was erotic pushing himself in and out, watching her struggle with his manhood, watching her struggle to keep from gagging. As she continued to pleasure him, he crudely grabbed a breast in his hand and firmly squeezed. Pulling open her night shirt he reached inside to fondle her naked breast. This time it was her who groaned. 

"O' look at that, I think my little slut likes it!" he commented. 

He continued to manipulate her breast and watch her reaction, her face contorting to the pleasure he was creating. Sliding his fingers out to her nipple he squeezed her nipple firmly just to see her swoon in the pain and pleasure. Despite the divine feeling of her sucking sensations, he had to stop because he had other plans he wanted to accomplish. 

Removing his hand from her breast, he pulled her up from her knees and pushed her towards the kitchen table. Forcing her to bend over the table, he unhooked her wrists and secured each one to the opposite corners of the table. With her body now immobilized on the kitchen table, he first slipped a blindfold over her eyes and then began to remove her sweat pants and her wet panties. 

"It looks like my little slut is enjoying her abuse" he said as he brought her panties up to her nose. "You can't deny this, my little slut, your body betrays you!" he chuckled. 

Laying on the table in her blindfolded darkness, her arms extended toward the corners, and her bare ass exposed to this virtual stranger' she never felt so embarrassed and yet she felt extremely aroused. What was he going to do now? She wondered. Was he going to fuck her and then just walk away? She didn't have to wait long for an answer because she now felt him wrapping one of her ankles with another Velcro cuff, before he pulled her leg sideways and secured it to the table leg. After securing both ankles he stood up and observed his prize. He stared intently at each of her beautiful slim legs, her firm, toned calves, her strong thighs, and the creamy globes of her ass. The sight was almost too much and he thought briefly about plunging himself deep into her body. Regaining his composure, he instead reached out to caress her legs, sliding his hand up the outside of her calf and thigh till he reached her ass. Pulling his hand away he unexpectedly spanked her cheek and watched her body jerk in shocked surprise. This time he slid his hand up her other leg, touching and feeling the softness of her skin before squeezing this cheek. This time she was expecting the slap....but it didn't come... then just when she relaxed, he spanked this cheek just as hard as the first time, and watched her body jump again in surprise. Before she fully recovered from the shock, he slapped both cheeks in quick succession, again catching her by surprise, and ripping a squeal from her lungs. 

She really didn't know what to expect next but she was somewhat relieved when she felt his hand reach inside her thigh and slide slowly toward her crotch. Just when she thought he was going to touch her aching pussy, his hand moved away and he began to stroke her other thigh. 

Expecting another series of spanks, she was surprised to feel his hand softly caressing the lips of her pussy. His finger sliding just inside but not near deep enough, he began teasing her by slowly rubbing back and forth. Reveling in the attention, her hips gave away her neediness by moving to the rhythm of his finger. In her mind she was begging him for more; she wanted him to push deep inside her, to touch her clit or to even touch her sacred hole. She could feel one finger was playing with her pussy and she could also feel a finger moving toward her ass hole and just when she thought he was about to touch it, again he moved away. 

The ache of his missing fingers was short lived as she felt his hand connect with her ass cheeks, one...two...three...four... She was so turned on now; even the pain and burning sensation of her skin did not hurt, it was erotic. 

She felt his finger invade her pussy, but this time he rubbed her lips briefly before moving up and circling just around her clit. The movement of his finger was nothing short of sheer torture, so good, so close but yet no relief for her blazing desire. After playing with her body briefly, he finally began to slowly and very lightly touch her clit. He teased it, he touched it, he circled it, he rubbed it, and he brought her right to the edge of pleasure but just wouldn't allow her to cum. Frustrated that her pleasure was so close, she involuntarily allowed a "please" to escape her lips. 

"Did you say 'please'" he asked? "Please what? Please fuck me? Please let me cum? Please what, my wanton slut?"

"Please let me cum" she whispered. 

"Uhm, no...this isn't about you, slut," he replied. "It's about what I want, and right now I don't want you to cum yet. In fact, you are not allowed to cum until I say you can. If you do cum without permission, I will stop and walk away, leaving you exactly like this." 

As the meaning of his words began to sink into her mind, his finger began to sink deep into her pussy and he began to torture her by brazenly rubbing her G-spot. The sudden twist, from wanting so badly to cum, to now not being allowed to cum was almost too much for her body to take. She quickly focused her attention and fought off the incredible urge to cum. Just when she thought she could no longer take it, he removed his finger, allowing her to briefly relax before the next onslaught of her sweet torment. 

Laying on the kitchen table a wide range of emotions swept through her, a feeling of helplessness at being tied to the table, a feeling of shame at being exposed before a virtual stranger, a feeling of relief because the "torture" had stopped, and then the feeling of anxiousness about what was coming next. Would he plunge his large cock into her pussy and relieve the aching? Would he force himself into her mouth again? Would he allow his finger to continue its teasing dance of pleasure with her clit? She didn't have to wait long... Her questions were soon answered when she felt his finger softly rubbing a creamy substance on her asshole. Suddenly fear drained the pleasure and courage from her body as her ass puckered away from his touch; surely he wasn't going to shove his massive cock into her virgin hole, was he? The thought of him entering her forbidden hole sent shivers through her body. Shivers of fear and shivers of excitement battled for control of her mind and body.

"Relax little slut" she heard him say. "It will hurt much more if you don't relax and allow me in" 

'Easy for you to say' she thought to herself, 'you're not the one about to take a baseball bat up your ass'. She did her best to relax and as he continued to massage her asshole the fear soon gave way to the faint feelings of pleasure. As he felt her relax, he slowly began to apply pressure to her tight hole and with the soft rubbing and wiggling of his finger he soon slipped inside. Stopping his movement, he allowed her to adjust to this invasion and slipped his other hand along her thigh to her very wet pussy. 

With one finger in her tight asshole he once again started playing with her clit and soon the slight discomfort of his finger in her ass gave way to the pleasure radiating from her clit. Sensing she was nearing her peak, he started stroking his finger in and out of her ass, and instead of any resistance to the intrusion, she genuinely began to enjoy the stimulation. Just when her body had adjusted to his finger teasing her sacred place, he slowly removed his finger and to her surprise she was slightly disappointed at the loss. Her disappointment was short-lived because she soon felt the familiar creamy substance being applied again and knew more was to come...but what would be next? Would HE be next, she wondered?

She was so close to the edge, as he continued to tease her G-spot, she once more fought the urge to cum. She wanted to cum so bad but didn't want to disobey him in fear he would stop everything and walk away. She was relieved when she heard him whisper in her ear. 

"In a minute, I'm going to tell you to cum. When I tell you, you will cum for me". 

Now something new started probing her taboo hole and began to push its way in. The illicit feelings were more than she could handle and just as it invaded her, she heard him command her, "Cum now!" 

Her body instantly exploded in pleasure as this object forced the walls of her ass open and impaled her. She felt it pause very briefly before slowly beginning to slide out and force its way back in. Slide out, slide in, slide out, slide in, her body was flooded with the intensity of her orgasm. Her body shook and spasmed like she had never felt before, and he continued to slide the plug in and out, letting her ride her orgasm to the end. When she was finished she collapsed flat on the table. He let her rest briefly before he pushed the plug firmly into place, securely in her ass. 

She heard the opening of a foil wrapper and knew her ordeal was not over yet. With the plug securely in her ass, she felt his cock teasing the entrance to her pussy. He would not give her the satisfaction of full penetration, but instead he slipped just inside her opening before pulling quickly back out. Teasing her hole like this for what seemed like an eternity, she longed for him to fill her. Finally when she least expected it, he slammed himself deep inside and stopped, allowing her to get used to his size. The immense feeling of being impaled on his large cock immediately pushed her over the edge into another explosive orgasm. 

This time, when she finally came down from her high, he began a deliberate and steady rhythm of deeply fucking her channel and it wasn't long before she came hard again. Riding her until she came down from this last orgasm, he removed himself from her pussy and prepared for his next move.

Exhausted from the plundering of her pussy, she lay on the table and rested, too tired to even think about what might happen next. 

She felt the plug being slowly removed from her ass and now felt his hardness push up against her asshole. The reality of what was about to happen, quickly woke her from her orgasm induced haze. She wanted desperately to protest but at the same time she secretly desired the experience. It really didn't matter what she wanted because he began to persistently push his way into this sacred place. The plug had helped in opening the way but he was definitely larger than the plug and she could feel her ass struggling to allow him the access he was seeking. Once he pushed the head in, he stopped briefly to allow her to adjust to his size. When he thought she was ready be began to push the rest of the way deep into her body. The fullness of her ass being impaled by his cock was incredible and the flushed feeling on her cheeks reminded her that she was being ass fucked by a man she barely knew, and yet she was powerless to stop him and even worse, she was equally powerless to stop the orgasm building up inside her. Sensing she was on the edge again, he grabbed a large handful of hair at the back of her head and pulled hard. This action forced her head up and ripped a yelp from her throat. The pleasure/pain radiating from her head and the large cock shoving its way in her body was more than she could stand. Her body exploded again with the sheer pleasure of it all. The spasms of pleasure ripped through her body one right after the other and continued to rock her in perpetual waves. Drained of all her strength, she collapsed as she felt the last flutter of her orgasm subside. 

Feeling her body slacken when her orgasm ended, he stopped this assault of her asshole and he slowly removed himself from her body. His absence left her feeling empty and used, but she was too tired to even think about it. She doesn't know what else will happen and doesn't care, but she suddenly feels the hair at the top of her head pulling her head up. After removing his condom, and before she realizes it he has stuffed her mouth with his cock, helpless to fight off this new invasion she has no choice and submits to this plundering of her mouth. It doesn't take long before she feels his length swell up and start pulsing his load into her mouth. 

"Swallow it all, slut" she hears him say.

Too tired to care and helpless to resist him, she does as she's told and sucks every last drop from his cock. Satisfied, he pulls himself from her mouth and lays her head on the table. 

Soon she hears the rip of Velcro as he removes the cuffs, first from her feet and then from her wrists. At last she is free from her restraints but she is too fatigued to move. 

Carefully he picks up her limp body and lays her on the couch. With her eyes closed she feels him cover her with a blanket and kiss her forehead.

"Good night my slut," she heard him say, but that was the last she heard as sleep quickly overtook her satisfied body.



Late Night Double Feature



The lights in the theater are dimming. Those familiar plump red lips are fading onto the screen, and the audience has become enthralled with the action, calling responses back to those lips that have not changed in almost thirty years.

I'm not paying attention to the screen though, or the audience, not tonight. No, tonight my eyes are on you. I play absentmindedly with the very ends of my long hair. I run my fingers through it nervously as I subtly follow your movements across the stage, pulling the props away and putting the new ones into place. 

Hardly anyone would notice you, but to me you stand out. Faded jeans and a plain grey t-shirt are a hard contrast to the black corsets and white make-up that are so common here. I think you've noticed me looking at you finally, because you stop for just one moment, and smile. It's a soft smile, no teeth, and it makes me go weak in the knees. Perhaps it wasn't even a smile, but I know I have caught your eye either way. That look is very familiar…

I want very much to run backstage, pull you outside and rip your pants off right there, but I'm a good girl and good girl's do only what they are told. I must remind myself of this several times as the cult classic plays on. I occasionally run my fingers through my hair, or find myself licking my lips slowly as I'm doing my lines, all the time trying to catch another glimpse of you. I seem to have lost you in the fray however, as you are suddenly nowhere to be found.

Sighing softly, I grab my purse and head out of the theater, up the stairs to the rest room. When I come out into the seemingly empty hallway however, strong hands grab me from behind, spin me around and push me against the wall. 

It's you! I try to conceal my excitement as you gaze into my eyes, boring holes into me. The look on your face is not one of romance or soft kisses, but a hungry stare of passion and lust, as you press your lips to mine, our mouths opening and tongues massaging each other firmly. Your hips are pushing into me, and I can feel stiffness behind the rough denim. We continue making out fiercely in the empty hallway for five minutes, before you finally reach over to the office door that's right next to me, open it and push me inside. My purse falls to the floor, flying open and spilling among other things, condoms and lube.

Now your hands are on my body, your fingers tracing the curve of my hips, slipping casually up my shirt, rubbing my tits firmly, pinching my nipples through the fabric of my bra. Soft moans are escaping my lips, despite my best efforts to quell them and stay quiet. An all too well known tingle is beginning between my legs, and I can feel the wetness accumulating. If you don't slow your assault on my breasts soon, I'm going to come, something you are obviously aware of because you are playing with my nipples enthusiastically. If for no other reason than to torture me more, I can feel your teeth on my neck biting… softly at first, then a little harder. Before I can stop myself I've let out a cry of ecstasy. 

You rip your hand out of my shirt and up to my mouth. Breathing heavily, you growl as quietly as possible, "Do you want it?" 

Being unable to speak, I simply nod. You guide me to my knees in front of you, and I waste no time in unbuttoning your pants, or sliding them down with your underwear, revealing your swollen cock. I inhale your deep, musky scent before opening my mouth and wrapping my lips around your head. I place one hand around the base of your dick, as I slowly slide my mouth down your shaft, taking utter delight in how you taste. Your breathing gets heavier when I run my tongue back up the bottom of your pulsing member.

You run your fingers through my hair as I am sucking on you hungrily. Soon your cock is slick with my saliva, and I'm picking up speed. I'm just at the point of wondering how close I've gotten you, when you grab a fistful of my hair and pull me to my feet.

You're pulling my skirt up around my hips while pushing me backwards to sit on the desk. I can feel your strong hands sliding up my soft thighs, and finally, it is between my legs, rubbing my pussy slowly, mashing my soaked panties up again my clit.

"Ooooh, somebody's excited," you whisper with a wicked grin on your face. "How long have you wanted this?"

I cannot answer you. All I'm focused on now is the feeling you're giving me. I don't want you to stop, but you do, long enough grab the tiny strings that tie the sides of my thong together, and pull them loose in one fluid motion. Now my pussy is exposed, wet and ready for you. 

Quickly you pick one of the condoms up off the floor and rip it open, rolling it down your thick shaft while positioning yourself right in front of my wet slit. You grab my hair at the nape of my neck, pushing just the head of your cock inside of me. I squeeze around you as tight as I can, desperately trying to get all of you.

"You didn't answer me," you snap, pulling my head back, exposing my neck. "I want you to tell me, how long you've wanted this, how long you've wanted to feel my cock deep inside of you."

I'm aching for it now, but I manage a barely audible whisper. "Since the moment I saw you!" That wicked grin plays across your lips again, and in one fluid motion, you shove your entire length into me, pushed as deep as you can go at the same moment pressing your lips firmly against mine to mask the scream of pleasure I was unable to keep down. I wrap my legs loosely around your hips as you fuck me, sliding in and out of me slowly at first, but then you start going faster, drilling me deeply, I'm seconds away from an explosive orgasm when you stop! 

You hold yourself inside of me for a moment, listening to my breathing slow all the way, until it's almost normal, when you start to fuck me again. This time you start even slower than before. You play this cruel seduction for several minutes; bring me to within milliseconds of climax, and then starting all over again. You want to draw this out, keep me under your power as long as possible, and it is driving me insane. My nails are digging into your back as you do this one last time, but now it's different, because now you're about to cum, too.

With two deep hard thrusts, you let out a guttural moan, and I can feel your cock twitching inside of me, triggering my own intense, overwhelming orgasm. I bite gently on your shoulder, trying to mask my scream, my nails pressed down into your flesh. 

We stay like this for a moment, basking in the aftermath. A cheer erupts from the theater below. The show has ended, and people will be coming upstairs very shortly. 

You pull out of me, and quickly pull your pants up. "Your friends are going to be looking for you," you say, calmly walking toward the door. You turn and look at me before opening it, "And I'll be looking for you next week." 

With that, you walk away, leaving me, still smiling, and thoroughly satisfied, sitting on the desk.




Late Night Double Feature



I'm an average college guy; a science major, comfortable with myself, good at talking to people. My girlfriend is the same in some ways and the exact opposite in others. She's not average looking, with her long, dark brown hair, round B-cup breasts, and cute little ass that matches her small, curvy frame. Although she's usually kind of reserved, she can also get wild and crazy without warning. When Lena proposed that we go to The Rocky Horror Picture Show the following night, I reluctantly agreed. I think one can infer that the idea of going to a movie where lingerie-clad guys run around singing is not my ideal Saturday night. It's one of those things you do once and never have to do again. And I like to keep Lena happy. 

Around 11:20 knocked on the door to the apartment. Contrary to women's code, Lena is usually ready when I say I'll be there to pick her up. She opened the door and I was astounded to see her standing there dressed in 4-inch red stilettos, black fishnet stockings, a short, filmy, black half-slip, and a sheer black shirt, buttons undone, revealing a red, lacy pushup bra.

My cock was rigid, but I decided to play cool.

"You're going out like that?" Jesus. I sounded like her dad!

"It's Rocky Horror. Everyone dresses like this," She sounded like she was arguing with her dad. "Plus, you get $3 off admission if you dress up." 

That's my beautiful, pragmatic girl!

"OK....I guess you can go out like that..."

"Shut up Dan. I know you're totally hard right now,"

I smiled sheepishly. She pushed me up against the door, grabbing my package.

"Taking me out in my underwear turns you on," Lena spoke into my ear. "You want to fuck me right here, in my heels and my stockings, don't you?"

Any sense of coolness fled. I wanted to have her right there, against the wall. 

"That's right. I think I should fuck you right now, against this wall," I told her, my hands running across her ass. I traced them under her slip and felt bare skin. She wasn't wearing any panties. The pressure in my pants was increasing by the second.

"No baby, you can't fuck me yet," Lena's mouth twisted into a dirty little smile. Was she trying to kill me? The look on my face must have indicated that my balls were about to burst, but Lena just smiled and ran her fingers through my hair.

"Believe me, you'll get something much better later," I hoped to God she was right as I followed her out the door.

The line for the theater was out the door. I was surprised that so many people had chosen Rocky Horror as their saturday night activity. I was equally surprised that so many had chosen to "dress up" in their lingerie. But even with so many people in their underwear around us, Lena was still hot and turning heads. We walked into the theater and she led me all the way to the top, in the back row, smiling her evil smile. I sensed that there was something I didn't know about our seats.

"What's going on Lena?" Having her in control was becoming a bit frightening.

"Shhh. They're going to start," She put her finger on my lips and directed my attention to the front, where a "cast" of people who were going to act of out the movie while it played announced the "rules of the theater". 

"Don't throw anything at the screen. It costs money!

Don't throw anything at the actors. They cost money!

If you do throw anything, throw up and back!

Masturbation is permitted in the back row, make sure it goes up and back!"

My mouth dropped open. Lena looked over at me with her I want to fuck you face. I knew she wasn't going to fuck me yet though. The lights in the theater went down, and mass chaos commenced. People were shouting and dancing and throwing things. For a second I was distracted by the activity. But only for a second, until I noticed Lena's movements next to me. She was tracing her hands along her breasts, squeezing them, pinching through her bra. She put a finger into the bra and began to flick her nipple. Her eyes locked into mine as she teased herself. I instinctively began to stroke my wide, 6-inch cock.

"I know you like to watch me play with myself, but don't cum baby. I'm going to take care of you as soon as I've taken care of myself," She winked seductively and then returned to fondling her curves. Satisfied with her breasts, Lena moved south. She spread her legs far apart, and I was turned on, realizing that anybody who happened to turn around at that moment would have a glimpse of her smooth, wet pussy. I could tell she was rubbing her clit as she passively fondled her tits. She then plunged her tit hand inside herself, moving in and out, rhythmically, still stroking her clit. Her hips made slight, involuntary thrusting motions, and she closed her eyes with pleasure.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that she had an audience. A couple guys, who had probably come to the movie with their girlfriends, were watching Lena finger herself, captivated with her body in such peaks of public arousal. It turned me on to have the girlfriend they were admiring, most likely with disappointment that theirs would never do the same thing.

My attention was diverted away from the oglers as I heard a quiet moan in the seat next to me. I could tell Lena was about to cum. I was excited; Not only did I get to watch her make herself cum, but I also knew that when she was finished, it would be my turn. I was high with arousal as I watched her cum all over her fingers, trying not to moan too loudly, her body arching, rigid with pleasure. When it was finished, she smiled and put her head on my shoulder.

"That was a good cum." she said contentedly. Then, her dirtiness rising once again, she picked up her head and looked into my eyes. "Don't worry baby, I haven't forgotten you." She reached down, unzipped my pants, slid over with her back to me, and sat down on my cock. Finally. Grasping the theater seats for leverage, she moved up and down on me. I grabbed her tits, pulling them out of their pushup bra, knowing that anyone turning around would get a view of them bouncing as I teased the her pink nipples. I started speaking softly into her ear. 

"You're such a dirty girl, fucking me in a theater full of people," The talk was working; Lena bounced harder on my cock.

"It makes you wet to have everyone watch you fucking me, doesn't it? That's right baby, keep fucking that cock. I bet you're so turned on you're about to cum all over my fat cock," I was right. I felt her muscles contract into another orgasm, which seemed as powerful as the one she had given herself before.

Lena climbed off of my cock. I was about to protest when I saw her kneel down on the cold theater floor ground and begin to lick her fluids off my throbbing cock. She locked eyes with me as she took me entirely into her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down, tongue vibrating against me. It was so hot to have my Lena suck me off in a theater full of people. I enjoyed letting people watch how skilled she was. But I couldn't enjoy it for too long because the tension of the evening was overwhelming. I shot my cum into her mouth with ridiculous force. She tugged my balls, draining me, and licked up every drop that tried to escape. She smiled, and sat back down in her seat.

"We can go now if you want to." I looked back at her and smiled.

"We'd better get going now because I have lots of plans for you in that outfit," I helped her up, and with a pat on the ass lead her out of the theater, to the bemusement of our spectators.



Late Night Drinking...



Sometimes, my evenings can take very unexpected turns. Last Friday was supposed to be a night in my local pub with a few pints and a bit of a girlie gossip with the bar staff. As you can imagine...the best laid plans always seem to go astray when you least expect them to. 

There I was, sitting at the bar, quietly smoking my cigarette when he came over to order a drink. I don't know if it was the deep, sexy voice or the tight leather trousers that turned my head, but once our eyes met I knew I'd found a kindred spirit. Ok, so he was quite a bit older than me, well built, with short, dark hair and a scruffy beard, but there was something about him that made my nipples tingle and my pussy wet just sitting there by his side. With his drink ordered, my mystery man went back to a dark table in the corner where a younger man was waiting patiently. Loving a good mystery, I thought I'd invite myself over to join them and was soon sat in between these two lovely, leather clad men. It wasn't long before I learnt that the pair were father and son, and assumed that this was where young Troy had inherited his long dark hair, fantastic body and incredible good looks. The conversation soon came round to sexual fantasies, and the boys were full of questions for me...What was my favorite position, had I had a threesome before, had I ever been with another woman...as we talked about our experiences, I just couldn't help myself, with one hand under the table I had pushed my dress up a little and was softly stroking the inside of my thighs. As my fingers found their way into the lacy fabric of my underwear it was all I could do to stop myself letting out a gasp of excitement.

Suddenly I could feel another hand on my thigh, cold and probing. As both men were sitting opposite me I had no idea which one was now roughly inserting two fingers into my soaking, tight pussy, and to be honest at this point I didn't really care. Closing my eyes I felt his sharp fingernails deep inside me, thrusting violently, cutting flesh and making me bleed. The ecstasy was becoming too much to contain as I raised my hips slowly, drawing the pleasure deeper. Somewhere in the distance I could hear a bell ringing and someone calling for last orders at the worst possible moment. The fingers that had been teasing me so skillfully pulled away and I reluctantly eased myself out of the chair and headed for the bathroom for a bit of privacy. 

Troy followed me into the cramped, little room, as I knew he would. As soon as the door closed behind us his hands were all over me, pulling at the top of my dress, exposing my breasts. He lowered his head and took one of the erect, pink nipples into his mouth, using his tongue to tease the very tip and biting down hard enough to make me moan. As he pinched my other nipple firmly, I let my hands slide down his leg, feeling the rough leather under my palms. I could feel the outline if his huge cock, desperate to be released, and slowly unbuttoned his trousers to pulled it free. All I wanted to do now was taste him. Troy backed up, and sat himself on the large, metal sink to give me more room to manoeuver, as I bent my head down and began to lick the tip of his swollen cock. He held my head tightly as I took it all in my mouth, using my tongue to feel every inch as his breathing became faster and harder. My fingers gently massaged his balls and I could feel him inside my mouth getting even harder as his thrusts became more urgent.

I was so busy sucking cock for all I was worth that I hadn't heard anyone else come in until I felt a cold pair of hands push the bottom of my dress up to expose my lace underwear again. Guessing that it was Troy's father behind me, I arched my back as he pushed the lace aside and began to lick my pussy with rough, manly strokes of his tongue. Opening my legs further, I could feel him sucking on my clit, biting on it gently, using his tongue to probe deep inside me, tasting the pleasure he was giving me. I could feel Troy's whole body shake as he pushed his cock deeper into my willing mouth, filling it suddenly with his warm cum as I smiled and sucked even harder, not willing to waste a drop.

The tongue in my pussy had been replaced by the older man's ample cock, which he guided into my soaking wet pussy with ease. I cried out as he drove into me again and again with a violent passion I had never experienced before. Crushing my breasts in his huge hands as he slammed into my aching pussy I could feel the heat building deep within me, "Oh my God, don't stop!" I screamed "Fuck me harder! Make me bleed!" as a came in wave of pure ecstasy. I had never been fucked so hard, so deep and so wildly before, he grasped my hair in his fist and pulled my head back as far as he could as I cried out with the sudden pain. All the noise I was making seemed to turn him on even more, and with one final deep thrust he groaned and I felt his warm, wetness filling my pussy and beginning to run down the inside of my thighs. 

I had assumed that with all the noise we were making someone would have come into the little bathroom to find out what was going on, but I think the people in the bar knew exactly what we were up to because as the three of us walked back to the corner table for our coats everyone was silent and grinning knowingly to themselves. Well, I hope they enjoyed listening in...I know I enjoyed providing the evenings entertainment!



Late Night Drive Home from Work



(Due to a mean spirited anonymous feedback on one of our stories, I feel this prelude is needed. When reading any stories on Literotica I feel the reader must remember the story probably contains some fantasy to embellish the story even if the author says it is true. Many stories do not follow the rules of safe sex to prevent distraction from the excitement of the story. I feel in reality anytime a partner's sexual history may be in question safe sex is a must! Also, I feel the stories are not an example of grammatical excellence. Many are stories written by regular people who enjoy putting their thoughts in print and wish to share their story with others. Any readers who cannot distinguish between fantasy and reality and are offended by the content of the stories on this site perhaps should look elsewhere. Thank You and I hope you enjoy the story.)

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Once a month there are late staff meetings at work I have to attend. The meetings start around 11:00PM and normally last about three hours. During the 30-mile drive to my work I was thinking how long it had been since my husband and I'd had sex. You see my husband had recently gone back to school at the local community college. He had been busy with his lessons, trying to get used to studying again after being out of school for almost 22 years. I had also been busy at home with work commitments of my own. It seemed we either hadn't had the time or it was too late for sex by the time we both got to bed.

All during the meetings I could not get the thoughts out of my mind. My thoughts kept drifting back to the frequent satisfying sex we used to have before our evenings were so consumed with other responsibilities. The meetings seemed to drag on and I hardly remembered a thing that was mentioned. When the last one was finally over I was anxious to get out of there, what I could do about my frustrations at 2 o'clock in the morning I wasn't sure, but I couldn't sit still any longer thinking how horny I was. Stopping by the restroom on the way out I discovered my panties were soaking wet from the erotic images that had been running through my mind. I walked quickly to my car and as I pulled the seatbelt across my chest it brushed against my left breast catching on a very hard nipple. I put my hand on my right breasts and found that nipple to be equally excited. I sat there for a moment caressing my tits, enjoying how good it felt. 

Reluctantly I pulled my hands away, started the car and worked my way out of the parking deck. Driving with one hand the other found it's way back to my breasts rubbing first one then the other. How much better it would feel if I could feel flesh to flesh, no shirt or bra between my hand and breasts. Pulling into the parking lot of the convenience store just before getting on the interstate I turned and parked in the shadows by the side of the store where I couldn't be easily seen. I took my work jacket off and pulled my top over my head. I worked my arms out of my bra and disposed of it into the backseat. I put only the jacket back on, the top button was very low, showing all my cleavage barely concealing my nipples at the inside edges of the fabric. I put the car in gear and pulled out of the parking lot heading for the interstate.

Usually, the drive home that time of morning is a lonely drive. There are few other cars on the road. Many times I am the only car on the road among many truckers trying to make an early morning delivery. On my drive home in the afternoons this is a good time for me to wind down from the workday, but not tonight, I was worked up from the sexy thoughts I'd had all evening and the lack of sex at home.

As I pulled onto the interstate and set the cruise, all I had to concentrate on was keeping the car on the road. The rest of my mind was free to return to my state of arousal. I slid my right hand inside the jacket top and gently squeezed my left tit and tweaked the stiff nipple. I could feel the heat building between my legs. As usual there were plenty of trucks on the road and after passing one the driver blew his horn and flashed his lights. I wondered if he had actually seen my hand playing inside my top. Well, it was only a moment before I overtook the next truck and as I pulled even with the cab I slowed and looked up. He was staring down into my car looking straight at me with a huge smile. The previous driver must have tipped him off to what he'd seen. As I accelerated and pulled away he also flashed his lights and gave a short blast on his air horn. I had only been on the interstate a few miles and all this had taken place. Well, this turned me on more than I already was.

I guess my hormones were taking over as I got an idea that could make this drive more enjoyable than it already is. I unbuttoned all of the buttons of my jacket top and pulled it open then reached and clicked the map light on adjusting it to shine on my chest. Then I remembered the new car I'd recently purchased has a sunroof. Even though it was late fall and very cool outside, I opened it giving the truckers an unobstructed view of my full breasts. I also leaned the seat back more than normal to allow my breasts to be seen better thru the opening in the top of the car.

I remained in the left lane and slowed my speed to just a bit faster than the truckers. As I approached the next truck I pinched my nipples to bring them to full attention. When I came into sight of the driver he did a double take not believing what his eyes were seeing. When I looked up his mouth had dropped open and he was having a hard time keeping the truck in a straight line. 

I had never done anything like this before and I couldn't believe how hot it was making me. Each truck I passed brought many reactions, some would give me thumbs up, some would run their tongue around their lips as if they were licking my tits, and some would motion for me to pull over. If I had known this was so much fun I would have done it before. I could tell the wetness from my pussy was making a wet spot on my pants. As I drove I began to have some wicked thoughts. I was so turned on, should I pull into the rest area a couple exits before mine and … what would I do?

Only a few miles from the rest area, I began to look at the drivers as I passed their trucks. I noticed a couple of them were fairly handsome, not the stereotypical nasty trucker looking type. I slowed and offered a breast to the first handsome trucker I'd seen and motioned for him to follow me. Then I sped up passing a few trucks until I got to the second handsome driver. I did the same with him and signaled to let me in line. Luckily, just in time for me to exit into the rest area. He quickly slowed and pulled in with me, as did the other trucker I had enticed. I pulled into a parking space in front of the little building and quickly jumped out and ran inside to use the facilities.

Sitting there I wondered what had I gotten myself into? I was nervous and turned on as hell at the same time. The turned on feeling won out and I wiped my now soaking pussy and exited the stall I heard voices of what had to be the two truckers as there were no cars other than mine when I stopped. I still wasn't sure what I was going to do, but I was so horny, I had to get some relief.

I pulled my top closed over my breasts buttoning only the middle button causing the top to gape open for a sensual view of my flushed excited tits. As I walked out of the restroom the truckers had walked outside looking around to see where the mysterious lady had vanished too. They turned around as the automatic door opened. I knew someone had to say something, so I figured it might as well be me. I ask them, "Am I what you are looking for?"

"You sure are little lady!" is what the taller one said. He commented, "You were giving quite a show out there on the road."

The other asked, "So, are we the only two lucky drivers, or are you expecting more?"

I answered, "You are the only two, but I am sure word will get around on the CB I pulled off the highway. So I better get out of sight quick before there is a traffic jam here."

The taller driver said, "My name is Jim and my truck is that red conventional with the oversize double sleeper. I am sure you will like it."

The other driver introduced himself as Tom and said, "that's fine with me and your right, we better get you out of sight."

We hurried to the new red Freightliner and Jim hoisted my 5'2" frame inside then he climbed in. Tom wasn't going to get in another man's truck without being invited, so I asked Jim to tell Tom to climb on up. Jim looked a little disappointed, but he must have figured sharing was better then nothing. I crawled between the seats onto a queen size bed in the sleeper.

I opened my jacket and let it slide off my shoulders and motioned for them to join me. They didn't need to be asked twice. They quickly joined me each taking a breast in their hands. I leaned my head back and moaned finally feeling the touch of someone else on my skin. As they lowered their mouths to lick my nipples I was tugging at their shirts for them to take them off. They quickly did away with the shirts and I told them not to stop there. In a flash they were completely nude. I was so horny I didn't give them the opportunity finish undressing me; I peeled out of my pants and slid my wet panties down my legs.

I reached out taking a cock in each hand. Jim's was average size, six to seven inches and just thick enough that my fingers didn't touch around it. Tom's must have been over eight inches though, but not as thick as Jim's. As I worked my hand up and down their pricks they move closer to me. Jim placed his hand between my legs and easily slid two fingers inside me. Tom resumed working on my firm 36C breasts. Being so turned on, it took only a couple minutes of Jim working his fingers in and out of me, and Tom expertly sucking on my tits to get me moaning and cumming.

I moved to the middle of the bed and got on all fours. Tom got behind me leaving Jim to move toward my head. Tom leaned down to give my pussy a couple of licks, but when he tasted how wet I was he raised back up and pressed his cock against the lips of my pussy.

Jim positioned his cock in front of my face and when Tom shoved his dick into my cunt he pushed my lips to the head of Jim's cock. I pulled Jim closer so I could take him in my mouth. They got into a rhythm, as Tom pulled back Jim's cock almost came out of my mouth and when Tom drove his dick back into my cunt it would cause Jim's cock to hit the back of my throat. I soon came again having to pull the cock from my mouth as I screamed the release of my pleasure.

I quickly spun around and moved back against Jim, his dick finding its place in my dripping, spasming pussy. Tom moved forward so I could reach his cock to pull him into my mouth. My pussy tasted so good on his cock. They returned to the rhythm they had before only now at opposite ends. As I felt another orgasm building deep in my stomach I could feel Jim tensing as he announced he was going to cum. I pushed Tom's dick out of my mouth and told Jim to, "Fuck me hard, ram that cock into me! Fill me with your hot cum!"

I was slamming my ass back against Jim as he emptied himself deep into my pussy. It had been so long since I had any sex his cum felt like liquid fire hitting the insides of my cunt. I still had Tom's dick in my hand and when Jim's cock popped out of my well-fucked hole, I stuck out my tongue indicating to Tom I was ready for his meat back in my mouth. I finished him off with the best cocksucking I have ever done. He didn't last another minute until he grunted he was going to cum. As his dick stiffened more before giving me the drink that I love, I pulled his cock from my lips and took the first couple shots of cum on my face and in my hair. I quickly put him back in my mouth enjoy the taste of the fruits of my labor. I drained him of every drop he had to offer and then licked him clean of our juices. I then turned to look at Jim, he was slumped in the corner, his body limp as a rag doll. I moved toward him I saying I couldn't leave him all sticky and wet. I lowered my head between his legs and licked him clean too.

Tom had fallen back on the bed now looking like he couldn't move if he had too. I raised my head and kissed Jim then leaned down and gave Tom a quick kiss, telling them I had to go. They thanked me for inviting them to join me at the rest area and both said they'd never had a woman who loved to fuck and suck like me.

I pulled my pants on, intentionally leaving my panties behind as a souvenir. I opened the door and threw my shoes to the ground and pulled my jacket onto my shoulders. I turned around and climbed down out of the cab. I looked up and blew them a kiss good-bye as I reached down to pick up my shoes. They both moaned another thank you and good-bye as I shut the door.

With my shoes in my hand and my jacket flying open I ran to my car and hopped inside. I threw my shoes in the opposite floorboard and started the car. As I was pulling the seatbelt across my chest it again caught on my hard nipple, only this time it was bare skin, as I still hadn't buttoned my jacket. The cool air felt so good on my skin I left it open as I backed out and pulled away toward home.

I drove the remaining ten miles on the interstate with a huge smile of satisfaction on my face. What a slut I had been with the two truckers? Yes, "What a slut I had been with the two truckers!!!" I could feel the cum running out of my cunt and the salty taste of Tom's cum on my tongue. I think the smile got even bigger!