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The Journey

By: Glenn Beuhring



The cool breeze of spring washed over Felicia’s body, hardening her nipples. Her eyes fluttered open, reveling in her nudity. She liked being naked, enjoying the sensation of total freedom that it brought.

She was done with the adolescence of high school and looking forward to the adventures that adulthood would bring, if she could just get out of this town. If God were to give the world an enema, it was said, he’d stick the nozzle right here in Williamson, West Virginia.

Rolling over, Felicia looked down over her body. She never liked her breasts. “They were too small,” she thought.

In truth, her sheer sexiness scared most of the boys away. She was short and perky with a slender, petite frame. Her short cropped dark hair framed a face so cute, that when she smiled, even just a polite smile, you would do whatever she asked without hesitation. Even the small patch of dark hair between her legs was cute.

She ran her fingers through the curls, brushing lightly over her mound. Though, she tried to resist the urge, as the tingles rippled from her vagina, even through her entire body, she knew that holding back was futile. Her middle finger slipped smoothly between her lips drawing a sigh from her.

Probing deeper within, her finger found her clit, massaging it tenderly. Wantonly, Felicia propped her foot up on her window sill, enjoying the possibility that someone might see it as she fingered herself. Her legs now sprawled out, she began to quicken her pace, vigorously stroking herself to orgasm.

Even if she wasn’t home alone, she would not have quieted her squeals and groans as pleasure surged through every poor of her body. Though her mother would have scorned her for it, she never could control herself in the thralls of a good climax. For what seemed like a long time, Felicia writhed and stroked until she collapsed in exhaustion.

Sweaty and sticky, she lay there as she heard the neighbors lawn mower start up again. Mr. Richards always stopped what he was doing to listen to her. She giggled at the thought.

Once recovered, Felicia realized that she had no clean clothes in her room. Her mother had done wash, leaving the basket downstairs in the laundry room. Deciding that putting on her dirty panties from the night before was unacceptable, she decided to chance it.

After rolling off her bed, Felicia approached her bedroom door. Only after opening it a crack and listening did she quickly open the door the entire way. The thick carpet of the hallway concealed any footsteps as she strolled to the top of the stairs.

She heard no sounds, causing her to assume that she was indeed alone in the house. Her mother should be at work and her brother was at baseball practice. Cautiously the young girl descended the carpeted staircase to the dining room.

This would prove to be the most daring part of the journey as the large bay windows completely exposed the room to the neighborhood. In a crouch, she quickly moved behind the dining room table, confident that she was well hidden. As she prepared to bolt into the kitchen, Felicia heard the footsteps on the sidewalk out front.

She held her breath in fear, wondering who it could be. The sound of falling paper at the front door informed her that it had just been the mail man. She waited until she heard the footsteps fade out of earshot before making her move.

Stepping from the carpeted dining room to the tiled kitchen, could now hear her own bare feet against the floor. The coolness of the tile was a unique sensation causing her to pause a moment. She liked walking in her bare feet.

The cheap saloon style doors of the laundry door swung easily open as she advanced upon her target. The full basket of clean clothes lay on the drier. She grasped the rim, preparing to take the entire thing with her when she heard the garage door creak open.

“Come on in Dave,” came her mother’s voice.

Dave was a ‘friend’ of her mothers from work. Felicia knew her mother liked him and after the way her father had treated her, she deserved someone nice. Felicia heard the two enter the kitchen. Her mother wore high heels and Dave slowly followed in loafers.

“I think the kids are gone, wait here while I get a towel,” spoke her mother in whispered tones.

“OK.”

As if a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming car, Felicia stood there for a moment. Images of what would happen if her mother caught her here running naked around the house streamed through her head. Her mother would scream and after the initial shock scream some more. Panicked reflexes jolted her into action as she, with remarkable speed opened the large metal cabinet in the back corner of the small room, closing it only seconds before the doors of the laundry room swung open.

“I might as well take the basket. I’ll just fold them later.”

Felicia heard her mother leave the room and walk across the tiled floor to the dining room. With a sigh of relief, she opened the cabinet again. For a moment, she did not notice the change in the room, however, as she reached for the laundry basket, the horror of the situation became clear. Her mother had taken the basket with her.

“Shit!”

“Then, she smiled as she heard the sound of the shower going. Maybe I can still get out of this in one piece”, she thought to herself.

Felicia knew that her mother took showers with Dave. They held off until her mother thought she and her brother were asleep. Felicia heard them several nights since they began dating.

Quickly, she bolted out of the laundry room, through the dining room and up the flight of stairs. As she ran down the hallway, she could see the basket through her mother’s open bedroom doorway. It was not until she had grasped the plastic hamper in her hands did she realize that the shower was stopped.

Turning to the hallway, she glared in terror as the bathroom doorknob began to turn. If she ran for her room, they would surely catch her. With few other options, she dove under the bed hoping they had not heard her.

“C’mon, we don’t have much time,” her mother warned.

Felicia watched as the couple entered and closed the door. They were both barefooted as they walked to the side of the bed. Wide-eyed she watched Dave turn and sit on the bed while her mother knelt at his feet. A moment later the towel that had evidently been around his waist was dropped to the floor in a heap.

Why Felicia stuck her head out from under the bed, she wasn’t sure. Curiosity? Perhaps. She emerged from under the bed in-between his legs, gaping at the scene before her. Her mother, Nancy was still pretty at 40 with only a few wrinkles to show her true age. She had long, dark hair and a still pleasing figure.

Felicia gazed at her mothers naked body for the first time. Her breasts were full, which still put up a valiant fight against gravity. She examined her mother’s shapely thighs and only slightly hidden pussy that peeked out of closely trimmed bush.

The sound of slurping brought her attention to her mother’s lips which were currently wrapped around a rather thick, hardened cock. Her mouth slid quickly over the rigid member, as Nancy made frequent slurping noises.

Groans could be heard from the bed as David’s excitement built. His cock emerged, revealing the purple head only to disappear almost completely to the base. From it’s size, Felicia knew that his prick reached down into her throat. She was amazed that she did not gag at all.

Suddenly, her mother stopped, his cock fully escaping her mouth, while with her hand she continued to stroke it. Mesmerized, Felicia observed the prick jettison the first shot of cum from its hole. It splattered on her mother’s face as the second followed closely behind. Gooey cum oozed from her cheek as gravity drew it downward.

Not until the cum began to drip from her mother’s chin, did she realize that she had better move. She quickly jerked her head, though the attempt at avoiding sperm caused pain to surge through her head. Hair, caught by the flailing feet of a climaxing man held her in place as the pain almost caused her to scream. Reflexively though, she had opened her mouth wide just in time to catch the first droplet of creamy cum.

The final spasms of orgasm induced the foot that held her to move ever so slightly allowing her to quickly disappear underneath the bed. At first the thick glob oozing to the back of her throat threatened to make her gag. Upon further examination, however, the feel and taste of the sperm excited her.

With her tongue, she spread around within her mouth. It was creamy and musky and she realized that she liked it.

“That was great honey,” Dave said.

“I’m glad you liked it but we had better get back to the office.”

As Felicia savored her new favorite taste, the couple quickly dressed and exited the bedroom. The sound of the door closing woke her from her trance like state.

“Finally”, she thought as she climbed from her hiding place. Looking around, she saw the basket of clothes on the other side of the queen size bed. Pouncing on the bed, she noticed the open window whose screen was only half down. She didn’t know why they were like this but as she heard the voice from the hallway echo through the house, she was glad it was.

“I forgot my keys dear,” her mother called out, “I’ll be right down.”

Felicia dove out of the window, surprising herself by landing on her feet. As she landed, she rolled with dexterity that surprised her. Sure, she did a little gymnastics in school but she’d never been that good before.

There she crouched, completely naked behind her mother’s shrubbery. As embarrassed as she would be to be caught running naked through the house, she would die if anyone caught her lurking outside.

She rested there until she heard her mother’s car start up and pull away. Only then did she move around to the side of the house, slowly nearing the front. Her only chance was if the garage door was left unlocked as she knew that her mother would have locked every other door by habit. Crouched behind a tall bush, she peeked around the corner. In dismay she saw the power company truck sitting in her driveway. She knew she had to act quickly. Sprinting to the garage door handle, she heaved with all of her might.

The door would not budge, leaving the naked girl exposed to the entire suburban neighborhood. Defeated, she slumped against the window of the door.

“What was that? A footstep? There was someone about to round the corner.”

Without conscious thought, Felicia turned and dove in one motion. By the time the meter reader rounded the corner of the garage, she was safely hidden under the tarp that covered the bed of his truck. The cold metal sent shivers through her spine...or was that the fear she felt as she heard the footsteps so near her.

There was no time to jump out of the truck as it was sped from the driveway. Felicia’s skin was cold against the metal of the truck bed. The ride was a rough one as this meter reader obviously enjoyed driving fast. She was tossed from one side of the truck to the other with nothing to hold onto.

The truck stopped several times, though Felicia was sure they were downtown. She could hear traffic whizzing by as the truck made it’s rounds. She had no idea how long she was in the back of the truck, she was relieved, however as the truck stopped and was then shut down.

As she lay on her stomach for the entire ride, she new that her thighs would be bruised from all of the turns and bumps. Listening carefully, Felicia could make out the sound of birds. They must be in the country, she thought as she quietly lifted the tarp.

The trees swayed with a breeze that smelled like honey-suckle. The way seemed clear as she slid under the tarp to stand once again on the soft earth. She now saw that the truck was parked at a small trailer. She could hear commotion inside as she surveyed her surroundings.

This was the only trailer around, though the multitude of old picnic tables that were placed at regular intervals around this large clearing indicated that it was not always so. It was the sound of the trailer door opening that sent Felicia to a crouching positing behind the truck. “I’ll be right back,” called a male voice.

Footsteps could be heard nearing the vehicle, which she now hid behind. Still naked, Felicia did not want to be seen. Gracefully, she rolled underneath, laying on the prickly grass. Wanting to see what was going on, Felicia crawled on her stomach under the large vehicle, nearing the trailer, trying to get a better view. Suddenly, she heard the truck door open, then slam shut a few seconds later.

From her position between the front wheels, she could see the meter reader walk back into the small hovel. As she watched the tall man disappear from view, she saw the clothes line, covered with clothes. Women’s clothes from the look of it. Hope began to be reborn within her.

For several minutes, she lay there, the trailer quiet now. She didn’t want to steal but rationalized to herself that she had no choice. Stealthily, the nude girl climbed from her hiding place and strolled towards her target.

As she walked by the picnic table, she looked to her right just in time to see the couple exiting the small shelter. As he was behind her, with one hand on a blouse covered breast and another reached under a short skirt. She was blonde, her eyes could not be seen as she had her head crooked way back kissing him.

Felicia rolled over the seat of the bench and under the worn, wooden table. Once again she was hidden, although if not for the couple’s preoccupation with each other, she was sure they would have seen her. Stooped under the picnic table, Felicia watched wide eyed as he guided her to the small end of the table.

“C’mon baby, bend over the table.”

The blonde giggled and proceeded to lean down with her elbows resting on the chipped table top. Felicia found herself leaning ever-so-slightly forward, watching him lift her short cotton skirt. The young girl was amazed when she realized the woman had not worn any panties.

The young utilities worker undid his uniformed trousers and let them fall to his knees. Very quickly he pushed his briefs down with them. Felicia stared at the huge cock that sprang up as it was released from it’s confines. As if it knew it’s destination it pointed directly towards the folds of the woman’s pussy.

Though it didn’t look to Felicia that the gigantic prick would fit, as she watched, the man pointed the purple head at her private opening. Miraculously, Felicia watched as the organ slowly disappeared into her cunt. The blonde made a long high pitched squeal that echoed through the trees. It stopped, only when the cock was buried to the hilt.

Felicia felt the grass tickling her legs as she watched him plunge into her. The blonde was bent over the table, elbows supporting her weight while she arched her back to allow the massive cock to go ever deeper.

The man began to rock his hips back and forth, causing the woman to emit a shrill shriek with each lunge. Soon after, the man began to fuck her with more force. Felicia could hear their flesh slap together and the table threaten to topple under the impact. As the squeals of pleasure came more frequently, Felicia found herself taking a tiny step forward.

Now, at this angle, she could see the woman’s breasts swaying and could clearly see the pussy lips wrapped around the shaft of the most beautiful cock she’d ever seen. She watched, mesmerized as the flesh sawed back and forth just inches above her head. She became aware of her own juices beginning to flow and even drop into the grass at her feet. Her hand touched the moistness of her own pussy and though she knew she might be caught, she began to finger herself.

Even had she made any noise she would not be heard by the couple. The blonde was crying out in climax. The man held tight to her hips so that he would be able to pull back, even as he plunged forward.

“Not inside...Don’t cum inside! She screamed barely comprehensibly.

Not knowing what they would do next, Felicia gaped as the cock was drawn from the woman’s pussy. Intending to cum on her ass, the man instead lost control. Before he could aim his cock where he wanted he exploded between the woman’s legs.

Felicia froze as the purple head of the man’s cock was directed towards her face. The first load of cum jettisoned from the hole at it’s tip and splashed across the young girl’s right cheek. The shock of the contact with the warm seed caused her to drop her jaw ever so slightly. The second shot of sticky goo flew into her mouth.

The man grunted as the third hit her lip. Later, Felicia will wonder why she didn’t move. Nevertheless, she held her position allowing the man to empty his load all over her face. It washed over her young features, finally dripping from her chin as the woman above her collapsed on the table.

Her eyes closed and her lips parted ever so slightly, Felicia sat crouched in the grass and shivered in excitement as some of the sperm oozed into her mouth. She languished in it’s taste and texture, not wanting to move.

The sound of the truck door closing caused her eyes to open suddenly. He was sitting in the truck, giving this woman one last lingering kiss goodbye. Slowly the realization that the truck was probably her only ride out of here, she panicked. With a dexterous roll she emerged from under the table.

The passionate kiss that had distracted the couple, was now ending and Felicia now realized that she would be seen. She quickly noticed that the trailer door was ajar and silently entered the dingy hovel. Inside, the naked girl was shocked at it’s condition and understood why the couple did their lovemaking outside.

She stood in a section that was obviously the living room as indicated by the single dingy, tattered chair and small television that it sat in front of. A couple of feet away was evidently the kitchen. The stacked dishes almost hid the sink as the splattered food did the stove.

As Felicia moved to the back, she saw an unmade bed in a small room. She noticed the door that must have hid the bathroom and she decided she didn’t need to see what that looked like. As she looked for an open window, she heard the creek of the step as the woman entered.

Though she cringed at the thought of doing it, she dove under the bed. It was almost as bad as she’d imagined. There were unwashed laundry as well as left over food that made Felicia nauseous as she heard the television from the next room. Exhaustion overcame the disgust she felt as she lay under the bed and she fell fast asleep.

She awoke to voices and the sound of footfalls as two people entered the bedroom. She watched the woman walk to the other side and gaped in awe at the size of the male feet that stepped to the side under which she lay. They were huge and muscular.

“I’ve got the money babe, now we’re set,” bragged a deep husky voice.

“You’re crazy Harry. They’re gonna catch you, you idiot!”

“No way babe... They have no way of knowing who I am.”

“You’re an idiot, Harry.”

The bed squeaked as the couple lay down. When the light was turned out, darkness engulfed the room. Within minutes the sound of heavy snoring echoed through the room. Felicia thought that this might be the best time to make her escape. As she readied herself to move, she heard the other side of the bed chirp as the woman got up. A few seconds later and she heard the door to the bathroom open and close.

This was the perfect opportunity, she thought. Quietly, she rolled from under the bed and began to spin around. She saw the light of the bathroom from under the door. It was now or never, she surmised. So focused on her escape was she that she didn’t see the clump of cloth rise from the bed. It wasn’t until the hand clamped around her wrist that she knew anything was amiss.


The Journey



“C’mon baby. Give me a kiss,” whispered the man that emerged. He was middle aged though he was built like a body builder. His face was harsh and square jawed, though at the moment his eyes were half closed. His grip was like a vise and though in his half sleep state, she might be able to pull away, it might wake him. She did nothing but gape as he threw blankets from him, revealing his entire body.

In stunned silence, Felicia gawked as the powerful man pulled her by her wrist toward his rising cock. If she pulled away, the obviously dangerous man might awaken and then who knows what he would do. Reluctantly, the helpless girl allowed herself to be pulled to her knees before this brute.

“C’mon baby, suck my cock.”

A forceful hand reached around the back of her neck and pulled her head forward. Her eyes widened as her face was pushed up against a large, rigid prick. She could have turned her head to either side but she didn’t. The purple head of the member pressed up against her lips filling her nostrils with it’s musky odor. These sensations combine, connecting to something deep in Felicia’s soul.

As she felt herself moisten between her legs, she closed her eyes even as she parted her lips. With her mouth, she engulfed the prick’s tip relishing it’s taste and texture. As though she’d done this all of her life, Felicia began to slowly bob her head, sliding over the hugely veined appendage.

The man leaned back, resting on his elbows languishing in the sensations. Felicia heard the man sigh as she took the base of the cock by one hand and vigorously stroked as much of it’s length as she was able to fit into her mouth. The petite girl, though unable to take it all in, devoured an impressive amount of the flesh.

It was more than sexual desire that filled the girls head, though the fluid that flowed over her fingers as she pleasured herself was evident of that. Felicia sucked this dirty, stranger’s cock instinctively... driven by some impulse that she didn’t understand.

Her fingers glided over the ridges and veins as blood pumped with ever increasing energy. She gained pleasure in every stoke and every gulp as she consumed the precum that streamed into her mouth. All rational thought left her and though she knew perfectly well that what she was doing was wrong, she didn’t care.

The prick was slippery with saliva which made it smoother and easier to stroke. It was with great anticipation that Felicia awaited the reward of her labor. She felt his whole body tighten and convulse as his balls erupted. The river of cum that exploded finally from the tip of his cock threatened to drown her as she gulped down burst after burst. As the semen filled every inch of her mouth and throat, Felicia recognized that she needed only one thing for the rest of her life. She wanted...needed cum.

As the last spurt of the white cream was swallowed down, Harry collapsed back on the bed. The real world came charging back in as Felicia became, once again, aware of her surroundings. As the door to the bathroom was about to swing open, she, again, dove under the filthy bed. The woman saw nothing as she turned out the bathroom light and simply returned to sleep not knowing anything had happened.

She should have slipped out then, she knew. It was the euphoric sensation as the ooze seeping to the back of her throat that diverted her from her escape. She wanted more...more cum. Sleep came soon after bringing dreams of bathing in a pool of semen. At first it was like a pond, calm and refreshing. As she lounged in the thick cream it began to agitate, throwing her to and fro. The turbulence sloshed the cum all over her face and began to pull her under. As she awoke suddenly, she found that the agitation did not cease, though instead of being covered in sperm, she found herself covered in filthy bedclothes.

The entire trailer was shaking, as it was pitched back and forth. The dingy mobile home was being pulled along by some unseen vehicle. Felicia dug herself carefully from her dirty entombment, pulling herself to her feet beside the bed which was sliding back and forth across the floor.

Stumbling to the front window, dodging flying dishes and such, Felicia peered from the small window there. The old beat up pickup truck was being driven by the man... the man from last night. She saw the blonde sitting next to him. She was screaming at him and slapping his shoulder. Though the words could not be heard, the intent was clear. She wanted him to stop.

The state police car that pulled up along side of the truck flashed it’s light in a warning that went unheeded. From the reflection of lights on the road and trees it was evident that there were a good deal more such cars behind, easily keeping pace with the bulky and clumsy truck, which was slowed further by the trailer that it towed behind.

It was difficult for the police to drive alongside as the roads were quite windy and narrow. It was obvious that the fugitive knew his terrain as he wound his way. He did his best to swing the trailer into the pursuer's vehicles as they tried to get by. This seemed like a very effective tactic for a while...that is until the single, rusty bolt that connected the two worked it’s way out of it’s proper slot.

Felicia watched in silent terror as she saw the coupling begin to separate. It was then that she saw the next bend in the road getting closer even as the police again attempted to drive around the awkward conveyance. The naked girl, perched precariously on an end table reacted instinctively. In seconds, she leapt from her roost and dashed into the back bedroom.

Just as the truck turned, the young girl plunged into the small confines of the bathroom. The truck made the turn easily, however, with nothing holding them together, the trailer did not. It instead continued it’s journey forward, plummeting over the hill and into the trench.

Her world rolled over and over, crashing all around her in a maelstrom of toiletry and shrapnel. Felicia lost count of how many times she rolled. She didn’t know how long she lay there in the debris. She didn’t even remember climbing out a window onto the forest floor. It wasn’t until she stumbled into the cold water of the small creek that she was shocked out of her stupor.

The chilly water woke her and made her aware of her environment. The small, rocky creek coiled through the wilderness revealing no signs of civilization. She suddenly became aware of her own condition. It seemed that the grime of the trailer had clung to her, covering her in a film of muck.

Exhausted and bruised, Felicia sank into the water, allowing the stream to wash her clean. She had been naked for so long that she was almost getting used to it. She didn’t even attempt to hide herself as she began to walk. It seemed as though fate for whatever reason wanted her exposed to the world.

As she sat on the creek’s edge she concluded one thing. She was absolutely, unequivocally lost. She wasn’t even sure if she was still in the same state, let alone anywhere near home. All she could do was walk... So she did.

On bare feet she tried, remembering her girl scout training. They always told her that if you find yourself lost in the wilderness, just follow a creek or river. Sooner or later, they told her, it would eventually lead to people.

What they failed to mention is what you do after it becomes pitch black and you can barely see the creek let alone any people. Still she walked on, stumbling and on occasion falling into the water, which was now on the verge of being freezing.

The moon rose into the night’s sky, reaching the apex before she saw the light. It shown from a hill of low grass, revealing a small house...shack really. She would surely find some clothes here, Felicia thought as she climbed the foothill.

She passed by a small building with a crescent moon cut into the door. It must be some sort of utility shack she thought as she was about to pass it by. The naked, exhausted girl’s head shot up as the sound of a slamming door echoed through the hills. Now in a crouch she watched as a shadow approached from the house.

Fearfully, Felicia turned and quickly entered the small shack. Though the smell was not enticing she crouched beside a shelf and held her breath as the footsteps neared. In horror she cringed as the door to the shack opened and the light of a lantern invaded. She could now see that the room was bare except for a roll of toilet paper that set on the shelf. In the quick flash of light she could also see the hole that was cut into the shelf.

In disgust, she realized that this utility shed was actually an outhouse. The figure entered the latrine, not yet seeing the hidden girl. In the dim light the man who entered did not see Felicia, looking instead at a magazine that he carried. As he gazed at the unknown publication, holding it with one hand, he undid his trousers with the other. It only took a slight tug to bring pants and boxers to his ankles all at once.

Bewildered, Felicia gaped as the man’s hardening cock sprung from it’s confines pumping with the blood of sexual excitement even as he sat down over the hole on the shelf. Felicia strained her eyes and saw the source of the man’s arousal. The magazines cover showed a young nude blonde laying sprawled spread eagled. She had seen these types of magazines as her adolescent brother collected them like baseball cards.

The man set the lantern behind him, over his right shoulder. As she was crouched on the floor to his left, she was well hidden in shadows. Though it was hard to see, she made out some of the middle aged man’s features. He was well built, though slightly graying with old, tattered work clothes on.

As he sat down his engorged prick rose to point at the ceiling. He was nowhere near as large as the man last night but he was thick, Felicia thought as she watched... Her own libido awakening unbidden. His hands wrapped around his dick as her fingers found her hole. In unison they began their sexual massages.

Mesmerized by the scene of masturbation, she observed closely his movements. His gaze never left the photos of the magazine in his hand as he stroked up and down his organ. With vigorous movements his hand pumped, his tempo growing stronger and stronger every moment.

Now and then small grunts could be heard as the excitement of his loins magnified uncontrollably. The girl knew it would not be long. She knew that wonderful elixir would soon shoot from the beautiful cock-head and flow down the hole. The man had now dropped the magazine, leaning back with eyes closed in pleasure. His cock could be seen even more clearly now, the tight foresking moving forcefully under the strong hand of this stranger.

Felicia knew that it was now or never. With a sudden lunge, she propelled herself onto his lap, her mouth engulfing the head of his cock in one sudden movement. Thick, warm milky cum filled her mouth instantly. As it was swallowed more followed.

The shock of having your cock suddenly in someone’s mouth who you didn’t know was there caused the middle aged man to jump suddenly to his feet and yell out. As the naked girl was thrown to the floor, he still held the spurting cock in his hand. Several shots splashed on her bare breasts and abdomen before she scrambled out the door and into the night.

The man, in mid orgasm could do nothing but call out. “Wait!...Don’t run...!”

The pleas, however went disobeyed as the frightened girl ran blindly into the darkness. She ran until her muscles buckled and sent her plummeting to the ground, out of breath and hysterical.

It was sheer luck that the bush she lay under was large and thick, with branches that completely hid her from view. She awoke to the sound of a deep voice.

“Are you out here?” he called. “I know you couldn’t have gone far. Are you there? I’m not going to hurt you!”

“I’m here,” replied Felicia, sitting up from behind the brush.

The footsteps stopped as he turned to the sound of the voice. “Are you all right?”

“I’m cold... and hungry,” she answered, almost crying.

“I can get you some clothes and some food...but...”

“But?...”

“Well, I would have to sneak them past my wife you see, who wouldn’t take kindly to what happened last night. I mean she can get pretty nasty when she’s pissed.”

“If you can’t, I understand.”

“I didn’t say that. I’m just saying that I deserve a little reward.”

“What? I don’t have anything.”

“What I want is what you gave me last night, only the whole thing.”

“What?”

“If you suck me off, I’ll go get you clothes and some food.”

She suddenly became frightened. She not only was afraid of this man but at herself. She wanted to suck him off. “All...right, but don’t come in here.”

“Then you come on out.”

“No...just...just stick it in here... Through the leaves.”

He paused, thinking a moment. “All right.” She heard the zipper of his pants and the rustle of clothing. “Here it comes darlin.”

She rose to a kneeling position and watched as the leaves parted as the prick-head emerged. It was wide and purple and already hard. She smiled at the thought that someone got a hard-on just from thinking of her sucking them off. Several inches entered her hide-away before stopping.

She didn’t even have to think about it. She just grasped it around the shaft and guided into her mouth, slowly wrapping her lips around it tenderly. Gradually she moved her head forward, loving the feel as it stretched her lips open.

Though his organ was thick, she easily took in all of it that was through the leaves. The feel of the foreskin against her tongue as she licked it and lathered it with her saliva made her loins quiver prompting her fingers to begin their dance into her dripping pussy.

As he could not move forward easily, she began to move her head back and then forward, embibing it’s length. Her lips caressed the stranger’s cock, lingering to feel every ridge and crevice. Closing her eyes, she rocked slowly on her heals.

“Yes!” The cry of pleasure heralded the flow of cock cream that poured into her mouth.

“Well, well... I leave you alone for a minute and what goes on. You have some whore in the bushes!”

Felicia’s eyes instantly opened even as the cock in her mouth squirted cum down her waiting throat.

“Uh...!”cried the man in the thralls of climax. “Diedre?”

“Sick em boys!” commanded the unseen woman. Now she could hear the panting of the dogs that charged towards them. Finally she swallowed the last of the semen just as the cock disappeared through the green leaves.

Even as the euphoria of swallowing the load of cum rippled through her mind and tickled her clit, terror boiled up as she could hear the heavy footfalls of what could only be monsters.

With amazing dexterity, Felicia leapt from the foliage. She glanced down the path to see the middle aged Diedre point at her. “Don’t forget the whore,” she called.

Immediately, the dogs launched themselves into a gallop. The obedient dogs bared their teeth as they ran towards their prey. These beasts would tear her limb from limb if they caught her. Blindly, the naked young girl ran.

The rough rocks cut her feet as branches slashed her arms, stomach and breasts. Fear of the beasts catching her far outweighed the pain that her flight caused. She heard the dog’s kicking up dust and splashing through the water, getting closer. In seconds they would be upon her.

She knew that she was no longer running on ground, now plummeting uncontrollably. Only as she glanced down at her feet did she realize that she had leapt from a cliff. The river that she even now plunged into was cold beyond endurance. She would have screamed if she had any energy left. She would have begun swimming had the current not been so strong. She was glad to be free from the dogs...drowning was a much preferable way to die than from their teeth.

Expecting to die, Felicia was rather surprised to find herself laying on the shore, though rocky and cold as it was. She lay on her stomach, sensing the cold river’s waves as it lapped across her naked cheeks. Exhausted, though she was, she pulled herself from the river’s bank.

The smell of an old campfire brought her to conscious thought. The camper sat alone with the smoke of a fire recently drenched in water. The camper, made to be pulled by another vehicle was very new, unlike the last one she was in. The owners, she knew would be around soon, she thought as she pulled herself to her feet. If she were going to move, she would need to do so now.

After crossing the field, Felicia found herself looking into a very nice vacation camper. It was unlocked, so she entered, searching quickly for something to wear. She saw evidence of boy’s and girl’s wear, though just before she was going to pick something wear, she heard a truck pull up outside.

A quick glance outside revealed the owners backing up their truck so that the trailer could be hitched. Felicia wasted no time and hid in a small storage closet. If they opened the door, she would be caught but what else could she do, she asked herself. She had to try.

Sounds and voices could be heard as the family prepared to return home. There was a mother, father, a son and a daughter. The teenage siblings wanted to ride back in the trailer so they could play their music so the parents returned to the truck, happy to have some private time. Soon Felicia felt the conveyance begin to move as Tom and Paige put on some music. The closet was not entirely uncomfortable and it was quite warm, an improvement on her last accommodations.

She was curious as to her traveling companions so quietly, she opened the wooden blinds built into the door of the closet. Tom, a tall, handsome blonde boy sat on the couch, curiously watching as his sister danced to the music. She was a beauty with golden blonde hair and mature body. She was probably a cheerleader, thought Felicia as she too began to watch her dance.

She swiveled her hips and tossed her hair seductively as her brother watched. As Felicia watched the alluring performance she was stunned as the girl began stripping. First, her shirt was unbuttoned and tossed to the floor. Without missing a beat, the sexy girl tossed her top to her smiling brother.

“Oh, yeah,” he moaned as he reached up and stroked himself through his jeans.

For a minute or two she danced to the music swaying and spinning until she unzipped and unsnapped her jeans without stopping her dance. Suddenly, she turned her back to her brother and slowly peeled her tight jeans to her ankles, stepping out and on one foot swiveled around and kicking her pants from her. They were tossed over top of Tom’s head as he laughed and unzipped himself.

As his sister began to dance again, the young man pulled off his own jeans. His briefs were stretched by a very enlarged cock that he stroked through the cotton fabric. As she turned, once again away from him, he reached under the waist band, taking his prick in his hand. He stroked it as he watched Paige unhook her bra.

Teasingly she lowered her strap from one shoulder and then the other. When she turned back the fabric only covered her full breasts for a moment. She dropped it on the floor, revealing two beautiful breasts that made Felicia envious.

Tom, unable to restrain himself any further, slid his cotton briefs to his knees. In plain sight and evidently for her pleasure, he began to slowly stroke his cock. As she continued to dance, she smiled at the sight of her brother’s masturbation. Her dance steps began to change as she moved across the trailer. When she was directly in front of Tom, the young woman turned and bent over slightly. Her round ass swayed just inches from his face and his hard cock that oozed precum.

Slowly, Paige hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and began to lower them. As the crack of her ass came into view, Tom leaned over and licked it. When the cotton fabric lowered to her knees, Tom grabbed her by her hips, pulling her ass towards his licking tongue.




The Journey



Felicia’s watched, her own sexual excitement rising to uncontrollable heights. She vigorously fingered her pussy as Tom’s tongue found his sister’s. He devoured her flesh in frenzied excitement bringing her sister to a screaming orgasm before he stopped.

Before the eruptions ceased Tom pulled Paige’s ass to his lap. His cock found it’s destination without a problem and his prick was engulfed by Paige’s still dripping cunt.

Once in position, Paige bent far enough over to touch the floor with her hands. Now supported by all fours, she began to ride her brother’s cock wildly. All he could do was grab her hips and hold on.

Bill tried to drive as best he could, though with his wife, Nancy’s face buried in his lap, it was all he could do to pay attention to the traffic lights. He was glad when Tom and Paige wanted to ride in the camper. That meant that he and his wife would be alone...and that meant his wife would suck his cock as much as he wanted her to. She just loved to suck cock.

She’d been slurping on his prick for several minutes now, causing Bill to concentrate not to cum too soon. She would be disappointed if he came already...but... As his cock erupted, jettisoning it’s load into his wife’s mouth, he noticed the red light. He couldn’t stop cumming but he knew he had to stop the truck. His foot stomped on the brake, sending the truck skidding just in time.

As the truck came to a screeching halt, Tom ‘s cock blasted his load...intended for the insides of his sister. As Paige was tossed forward suddenly, launched to the front of the camper even as Felicia so intent upon the scene of lust that she did not grab hold of anything, was tossed from her hiding place.

The load of sperm that erupted from Tom’s cock rocketed in an arch, splashing across the face of a startled stranger who was being tossed in it’s path. Spewing forth from his prick, the cum splattered on the face of a very cute girl who even as the turmoil stopped pounced on his still shooting cock-head. Wantonly, the cum was swallowed it all.

For several moments, the three recovered, dazedly looking at one another. Then as the trailer began moving again, the two siblings became aware that there was a stranger in their midst.

“Who...who are you?” asked Paige as she sat naked on the carpet.

Felicia would have liked to answer but the load of cum that still clung to her throat prevented any quick responses.

“Why did you?...the sentence trailed off as Tom stared at his glistening genitalia as it softened.

“Your not going to tell...are you?” questioned Paige frightened at being caught with her brother.

“No, no I’m not going to tell. I just... If I told you how I got her, you probably wouldn’t believe me,” said Felicia as she managed to swallow the rest of the cum.

“What do you want...besides my load,” Tom asked smiling.

“I just couldn’t...help myself. I fell out of the closet and it...just splashed all over me. It felt so good...I couldn’t help myself.”

Paige stood, walking over to the distraught girl. “I understand.” Paige helped her to the small sofa, sitting next to her. Paige saw the warm smile on her face and felt totally relaxed.

“Thank you.”

Felicia told Tom and Paige of her recent adventures, told them of the cold and wild dogs and mostly of the cum. She’d never knew how much she would like it till now. She was exhausted and Paige made her lay down and sleep. She was covered with a blanket and kissed on the cheek tenderly. She felt safe and warm...she hadn’t felt this good in a long time.

In fact, Felicia was in such a state of bliss that the violent shaking that woke her startled her.

“Quick...Its our father!” Tom stood over her, dressed again. Paige looked out of a small window at the front of the camper.

Tom was in a state of panic as he dragged the naked girl from beneath her covers, pushing her, still groggy into the bathroom. When she again realized that she was once again naked, ready to be discovered by a stranger, she almost cried.

She could hear Tom and Paige’s father saying that they would rest here in Williamson for a little while. He needed them to go to a store and get some supplies. They didn’t understand why their mother was still in the truck but they obediently left.

As she heard the mother enter the camper and move towards the bathroom, Felicia jumped into the small shower stall. As she crouched into a ball, knowing that she would be caught, Felicia watched as the pretty woman with shoulder length blonde hair entered the bathroom. Through the crease of the curtain, she could see that the woman’s face was covered in a gooey white substance.

When she realized that this mother had her face covered in cum, Felicia nearly laughed out loud. Moments later, her husband entered the bathroom.

“Honey, I said I was sorry. If I hadn’t slammed on the brakes, we might have been killed.”

The woman dressed in shorts and a buttoned up shirt that was tied just under her breasts. She obviously kept herself in shape, thought Felicia admiring her body.

“Bill, I’m not mad because you slammed on your brakes. I’m upset that you came so quickly and then I was tossed on the floor with cum drenching me. It’s just a waste,” she said smiling as she used water and a washcloth to clean her face.

“Well,” said Bill, stepping up to her. “There’s plenty more where that came from.”

His wife turned, looking down at the bulge in his jeans. “Again?”

“Evidently this retiring early agrees with me.”

Without any more talk, the pretty blonde knelt down before him. She quickly undid his pants and yanked them down around his ankles.

Felisia’s sex began immediately to get moist at the sight of the handsome cock that sprang to attention. What a lucky woman, she thought as she watched the prick disappear into his wife’s mouth. With a blissful look that Felisia knew well, Nancy glided her lips up and down his shaft.

Her fingers dug deep into her pussy watching the couple. She played with her clit watching him begin to move his hips. Soon, Bill grasped his wife’s head and began to fuck her mouth, moaning low.

As his balls tightened, and he readied the first shot, the bathroom door opened. Felisia was stunned as Tom and Paige charged into the room. “It’s all right... Don’t hurt her...”

The two teenagers fell silent as they watched their father, now beyond the point of no return pump their mom’s mouth full of his seed. His load was so big that it began to seep out of the corner of Nancy’s mouth. Though the humiliation was great, Nancy could not bring herself to pull away from the pumping cock. She knew that her son and daughter watched as she gulped the load of cum down.

Weak-kneed, Bill leaned up against the sink as his wife finally pulled away. He should have been furious and embarrassed. Instead, he just stood there in front of his daughter as his cock dripped with saliva.

Once the load had been swallowed, Nancy stood up. She noticed that Bill did nothing to cover himself. She would deal with that in a moment.

“What are you doing?!” Nancy interrogated them.

“We...thought...,” stammered Paige. Try as she might, she could not look away from her father’s dick, that though soft now was still... nice.

“They thought you had caught me,” stated Felicia as she stepped out of the shower.

The couple jumped somewhat as the stranger emerged from the shower stall. Then they both looked at the cold and helpless girl. “Who are you?” asked Nancy, now totally confused.

After the initial shock, everyone went into the sitting room. Bill pulled up his pants and clothes were found for Felicia.. She found the feel of clothing after so long to be strange...restricting even. As soon as she had put them on, she wished she could take them off again.

Felicia shared with them the story of her perils, leaving out the part about watching Tom and Paige fuck seeing the grateful look on their faces. She apologized repeatedly for spying but she didn’t know what they would do had they found her.

Felicia learned that they were on a big family trip across the country. Bill had taken early retirement from the service and Paige and Tom were getting ready to go to college. Bill agreed to take Felicia home and returned to the truck, leaving Tom, Paige and their mother back in the camper with her. They were such a nice family, she thought as they talked.

Paige sat to her left while Nancy sat to her right. Tom sat on the floor at her feet as they made their way to her house. Nancy was saying something to her, though she could feel Paige’s eyes on her. When Nancy had finished her sentence, she turned to look at the pretty blonde, intending to ask her if there was something wrong.

Suddenly, without warning, Paige’s lips were covering hers. Suddenly, her tongue seeped into her mouth gliding across her mouth. Instead of pulling away, Felisia found herself responding in kind. The kiss lingered for some time, though as she pulled away, she knew that Nancy would freak. Quickly she turned to her to apologize.

As her mouth opened to beg for forgiveness, she found a woman’s tongue once again entering her mouth. Nancy’s tongue played with her’s for some time before they parted. By now Felisia was totally aroused. She felt hands undoing her newly acquired jeans and lowering them. They were tossed aside.

Felisia looked down at Tom who wrapped his arms up under her legs, parting them so that his tongue could find her vagina. As his tongue worked it’s magic on her cunt, she watched her t-shirt being removed in a concerted effort by Nancy and her daughter. Their tongues found her nipples, lapping at them.

She heard in her blissful state the door open. “Well your home Felicia....I...well...I suppose you can call your parents from Ohio..." The door closed.



The Journey



I really hated giving up the car.....it was the hardest thing to lose, my navy Mercedes with the Bose sound system. But maybe, someday, I would find a way to get another one. 

I left it at the long-term lot in the Charlotte airport and went over to pick up my rental car. A black Camry, nice but not.....well, best to just forget. I drove the Camry over to the Benz and transferred what I had packed from my old life into the trunk. I drove out of the lot and headed west. 

My new name was Samantha Roberts. I was no longer Mrs. Summer Price. The internet had provided me with a contact for ID and credit cards in my new name. Only you knew who I was now and where I was going. You had given me the instructions and helped me determine exactly where I would be safe, where no one would find me....only you. 

It was a holiday weekend, Labor day or one of those 3-day weekends, I can't remember which.... The traffic was heavy on the Interstate until I reached the two lane road that would eventually take me to the city in the Mid-West. I drove all day, stopping only when I had to. I knew I had to disappear in a hurry for several reasons. I had been pretty greedy at the bank on Friday...withdrawing 99% of our checking and savings accounts. I had left him with the house, the cars and all his investments, so I knew he would survive. I had also maxed out all the joint credit cards in cash advances! I was carrying a suitcase FULL of money! 

After 10 hours behind the wheel I knew I had to stop, even though I was only another 6 hours from my destination. I checked-in at a small motel, requesting a quiet room in the back. I unloaded my bags, showered, and called you. 

"Hi, love." I whispered when you answered. 

"Sheri...love, where are you? Is everything ok? Are you?" you sounded worried, so concerned. 

"I'm fine, I'm in a little town in Ohio. Everything went just as we planned. I stopped to sleep for awhile and to let you know I'm ok." I smothered a yawn, and stretched out across the bed. 

"I've been thinking about you all day," you still sounded worried. "I wish I was there with you now." 

"You are," I sighed, rubbing my breasts, remembering the last time we had been together. I was already wet just thinking of you, feeling you inside me. "I can't wait until tomorrow." 

"Are you hot, love? Are you hot for me?" you were smiling, I could hear it in your voice. 

"Yes, of course I am! Always.....always..." I put my hand between my legs and began to rub my clit...pretending it was your tongue...... 

"You should be conserving your energy...." you were saying. "I will be keeping you busy tomorrow night." 

"Uuuummmmm...I know, but just hearing your voice is making me so hot," I whispered, "I can't stop." 

My hand continued to move, rubbing and massaging.....3 fingers now inserted.....wet, wet, wet...I could just feel you, when you interrupted my sensuous thoughts... 

"Listen, Summer, pay attention. You need to drop the rental car in Indianapolis and pick up another one, use the ID for Mary Lee. Then when you get to O'hare, drop it at the airport and take a taxi to the hotel." You were all business and I removed my fingers.....I knew I had to do this right! 

I wrote down your orders....knowing the big payoff would come tomorrow night in Chicago. You would be waiting downtown for me at the Westin and we would begin to set up our bizarre new business....after attending to some bizarre business BETWEEN ourselves! 

I was road-weary when I arrived in Chicago. The traffic had been heavy, but moved. The taxi pulled up at the Westin at midnight. I knew our room number and headed for you, anticipation growing with every second. Hot, HOT, HOT!!!!! 

You answered my knock immediately and I dropped the bags for your embrace. You were wearing those black silk boxers that you knew I loved (I had bought them for you), I could feel your hard cock next to me as you bent to kiss and caress me. I pulled you against me, my hands sliding down inside the boxers to stroke you and pull you tight against me. You were quite busy removing my t-shirt and shorts, we were not frenzied....but deliberate...savoring each other with kisses and touching. 

No words were said until you said, "Shower" 

I nodded and you led me into the shower, adjusting the water temp and strength. We climbed in and let the water soak us both. You already had the gel and shampoo so you went to work, gently washing me and giving me a nice relaxing shampoo. I felt like a new woman! Now it was my turn, and I washed your lovely hard body, taking slow strokes and massaging your butt and that wonderful cock very gently. We were both wet, inside and out....You placed the head of your cock just inside me. 

"You want me, don't you?" you demanded, after stroking inside me only twice, then withdrawing, still huge and hard. The head of your cock, dripping.... 

I nodded and you towelled us both off. You led me to the bed, and told me to lie down, and be still. 

You were in control tonight. I was too tired to fight you, so I obeyed. You tied my legs together. Then turned me over, face down. You placed a blindfold over my eyes and went to work. I could hear you moving about....then felt the soft wet moisture...KY into my butt. So it was to be this tonight, when I so wanted you to just fuck me...... I sighed quietly, knowing that if I asked you would only punish me. 

You began to tie my arms behind me....but you did something that surprised me. You were kissing my neck and massaging my shoulders. You sensed how tired I was from the trip! You knew me so well.... 

Your fingers entered my anus...gently at first, rubbing me and relaxing me, stretching me....then I felt your cock. Not gentle. You rammed me, HARD. It hurt...oh god...it hurt! I didn't move, make a sound. I didn't dare.... You continued your brutal assault on me....again and again, never touching me elsewhere, not saying a word. The longer you thrust your giant hard cock up inside me, the less painful it became until I could begin to feel the orgasm start to build. I was afraid to cum....and tried to hold back, hoping you would cum first. When you did, I released and we both felt it and, for myself, was completely shaken. The great intensity of the encounter made me want to shudder with great desire, but I stayed still. Not a sound. 

You continued to leave your cock inside me, squeezing every drop of your sweet hot juice inside me. It was ooozing out, dripping between my thighs. I wanted so badly to reach down and dip my fingers in it, to rub it over my mouth and taste you. But, of course, I couldn't move and so when you finally pulled out, I realized you might let me have a taste! 

You untied me and said, grinning, "Go ahead, I know what you want.....taste." And oooohhhhh....what a nice feast it was! I wiped and licked until all the juices were gone and I looked at you questioningly. Why? You only smiled and shook your head, no. 

"Summer, you have been very brave and I know how tired you are. Let's sleep tonight. Tomorrow we get to work. Let's be equal lovers tonight, just for one time. I know you enjoy serving me, and I you. But tonight, we sleep as equals." 

You took me in your arms and we curled up together. The first time.... You were sooo tender, kissing me and touching me. I never knew this side of you, had never dreamed there was such tenderness in you. We made soft sweet love, then slept. 

In the morning, it was business time. We were ready to start, and you had lined-up apartments to inspect, and women to interview. 

Our new business of teaching our arts to others was about to begin....

To Be Continued...



The Journey



He met her at the airport when her late night flight landed from LAX. She was nervous, this was the first time she had ever really met anyone in person from the internet. As she walked from the check point, she wondered what he was going to think of her. She had spent many hours online with him and on the phone. He was the kind of man that knew who and what she was. He knew she was a creature of passion and desire like himself. Together they had shared her first joining and rebirth. He was her guide that unlocked the mysteries for her being. 

She looked around the airport waiting room and she saw him sitting off to one side. He looked nervous himself. As she turned and started to walk toward him he looked up. His eyes filled with wonder as she got closer to him. A smile crossed his face and he stood up and walked to meet her in the middle of the room. His breath caught in his throat when she looked up at him with her very pretty blue-green eyes. She looked into his beautiful blue eyes for some sign of approval from him. She knew he had never seen her, not even in pictures. His eyes gave her the answer she had hoped for. His arms closed around her and his lips softly met hers. She marveled at the way they felt on hers, soft and gentle at first. Her heart began to pound in her chest as their kiss turned passionate. She reached up and pulled him closer to her, drinking in his passion and letting him drink of hers. Their tongues played with each others in a sensual dance, a dance of desire and passion they both knew burned deep inside of each other. As they broke away from each other, they both tried to regain some control over the feelings they both felt deep inside each other. A quick look into his eyes reflected the fires that burn deep in his soul. He took her by the hand and pulled her back against him." Come on hon., lets get you out of here.", He told her in a low voice. They gathered her luggage and headed out of the airport. His car was parked in the front parking lot not far from the airport entrance. He said very little on the way to the hotel room he had found, mostly the customary chit chat. 

She checked in at the front desk and smiled at the clerk as he handed her the card key to her room. They walked down the hall and up the stairs. All the while she felt his hand on the small of her back, it steadily grew warmer. She stopped in front of the room that was given to her by the clerk. She opened the door and stepped inside and found a light switch and flipped it on. She hadn't noticed that he had put her suitcase just inside the door as he had closed it, and had come up behind her. As she turned to ask him to leave her bags there, she felt his arms encircle her. He pulled her close to him and brushed his lips across hers as he whispers to her, " This is what I have been waiting for hon. To get you alone and away from everyone." His lips came down on hers in a deep kiss of passion and desire. Her lips parted in answer to his, tasting the sweetness of his mouth. Their tongues played with one another in the heat of their passion, entangling and dancing together. His hands made short work of her clothes as they seem to disappear from her body, his lips never leaving hers. His hands roamed her body freely setting fire to her senses. Her passion came up too, met his, her body tingled as every nerve came alive. His lips left hers and began a trail of fire across her skin where he touched it. She gasped as his tongue brushed over her nipple ever so lightly. He paused as he felt a shiver run through her. He glanced up into her eyes to see the fires glowing in them, he knew she was ready for what was to come. 

He pulled her back to the bed with him. Never once letting her leave his embrace. His arms encircled her as they dropped to the bed, pulling her close to him. His mouth came down over her nipples, first one then the other sucking them and bring them to hard points in his mouth. He bit them gently and rolled them between lips and tongue, sending waves of pleasure racing through her body. He heard the sweet moans escaping from her lips and felt her hands entangle in his hair. Her body fully reacting to his teasing. Her hips pushed up against his stomach. His hand ran slowly the length of her stomach and down between her legs. His fingers played softly, caressing her. He felt her grip tighten in his hair. He could feel her moistness seeping from her. He could smell her lust and passion fill the air. The musky sweet smell filled his senses, and setting renewed fire to his own deep passions. 

His mouth left her nipples. He began to lay soft kisses down her stomach, stopping now and then to tease her with his tongue, licking her, tantalizing her with what was to come. He knew their first night together would be one of passion and lust, and that both of them would experience the magic and wonder of what they both knew each other to be. 

Enchantress



The Journey



That's what I heard my wife Kerry say to me one night and that is how it started. My journey into what has become my liberation, oblivion, destruction and re-birth.

Kerry and I had been married about twelve years at that time and "I've been thinking about making love to a woman." this new found desire was news to me. While not being a prude, Kerry had never exhibited a wild streak. I was the only man she had ever made love to. She could be flirty with other men as I could with women, but neither of us had ever strayed.

I said in reply, "Are you sure,"". This came out in a whisper, only after I had gained my calm.

"Well yes, it's been a secret desire of mine for some time now. I've always been curious as to what it would feel like and it's killing me. I want to feel it. What do you think Jack?"

"I think it's a great idea, but what do you propose? Will I be involved? Can I at least watch?"

And with that the floodgates opened and our marriage attained a new level of openness as we shared our fantasies and how to go about making them reality. 

This was about twelve years ago and pre-internet so we placed an ad in a local city alternative newspaper. Two weeks later we were sifting through numerous replies. One thing we noticed was that even though we had asked for a single woman, a few single men with obvious comprehension disabilities answered the ad, but we also received many responses from couples. We threw out the single men and none of the single women enticed us, but couples were something we hadn't discussed. The theme of most of the couple's responses was that they had read our ad and were counseling us as to how tough it is to get a female. We picked out two of the couples and decided to contact them. 

At the first couple meeting we were nervous and apprehensive. They were friendly and nice but it was obvious from the start the chemistry wasn't there. But it was a training camp of sorts for what we hoped would be the real thing.

The next couple, Fred and Torrie, proved to be that real thing. About the same age as us, they too had placed an ad and ended up meeting with a few couples with the same lack of chemistry as we had with our first. We had agreed to meet at a local bar. They mirrored us physically. Fred and I are both about 6 feet tall, and of average weight. Kerry is a blonde, about 5' 6" and 125lbs with a B cup. Torrie had a tanned complexion and brown hair and was an inch shorter than Kerry, but about the same weight and was perhaps a C cup. They were a very attractive couple. And in fact the four of us looked good together and anyone walking in would have thought, from the level of banter, that we were long standing neighbours. 

The conversation flowed and it was decided at the end of the night that we should get together again next weekend at our place and see what happens. They had agreed to our rules that there would be no swapping of partners for intercourse. We guys would get to watch and touch a little but that was all. This was a fantasy both women wanted and we were lucky to be even in the room as spectators.

Each day ticked by slowly. My anticipation was building. Kerry seemed nervous so we talked little about it as if it wasn't even happening. Finally Saturday came and as if in a dream I heard the doorbell and there was Fred and Torrie, a nice bottle of red in hand, big smiles on their faces. The nervousness was there and inescapable, yet it was fighting a losing battle with the chemistry crackling between us. Conversation took up where we left off last week and the night was proceeding as planned. Kerry had prepared a lovely meal and we all sat around the table discussing anything but the stated reason of this get together. 

After dinner Kerry said, "How about a game of cards as an icebreaker."

We all agreed and moved into our family room and gathered around the coffee table. Fred and I were sitting on the couch and Kerry and Torrie sat down cross legged on the other side of the couch. Before dealing, Kerry, with that smile I know so well, a smile that means she is up to no good, said, "What should we play and what should we play for."

I jumped in and said, "How about strip euchre, girls against the guys. Everytime you lose a game you lose clothing. Everytime you get a loner hand the other team loses clothing or you can put something back on, your option. Everytime you euchre the other team you can make them lose an article or put one back on." Everyone laughed at how fast I had come up with rules, but it was agreed upon.

Well two games in the girls had lost there tops and socks. It was at this point that I noticed neither of them was really trying that hard to win. Torrie seemed to not care at all. In the third game the girls had to remove their bras or pants. Both removed their jeans and now were sitting in front of Fred and I in panties and bras only. Meanwhile he and I still had shirts and jeans on. Torrie's terrible play, which Kerry didn't seem to mind, continued. Next think you know we euchred the girls and won the game. With that we could claim two articles of clothing. Kerry and Torrie stood up and removed their panties and then unhooked their bras and let them fall to the carpet. Both of them had hard nipples. We all looked at each other with our "Now what" look, but Torrie took charge and said, "Guys move off the couch. Kerry would you like to join me there."

Kerry just nodded and the girls sat on the couch. Fred and I had moved to the other side of the room, our eyes never leaving the sight before us. Torrie moved over and kissed Kerry on the lips. Slowly at first they gingerly kissed, but then lust and anticipation took over and you could see tongues entwined and fighting for space in each other's mouth. Hands roamed up and down their bodies. Torrie got off the couch and kneeled down in front of Kerry and spread her legs. Leaning forward Torrie started kissing Kerry on the neck and then lowered herself down and sucked on her nipples. Her hands were gliding up and down Kerry's legs. I looked over at Fred and he had loosened his pants and had his hand tucked inside, massaging his cock. My own was bursting so I shed my clothes and sat back in my chair, stroking my cock and watching the show.

A show which was now getting hotter and hotter. Torrie moved down Kerry's stomach and beyond, driving down to tongue and kiss Kerry's pussy. Kerry was moaning and undulating her hips up into Torrie's face. Soon she had a rocking orgasm. Sitting back for a moment Kerry looked perfectly satisfied. But it didn't take long for her lust to be revived. Sitting up, she ordered Torrie to trade places. The girls were kissing furiously and running their hands up and down each other's bodies. Kerry moved down until she was biting hard on Torrie's extremely hard nipples. Then she slithered her tongue down her stomach and I witnessed my lovely wife eating her first woman. Torrie was screaming and grabbing Kerry's hair, imploring her, forcing her to continue. Kerry took her other hand and moved between her own legs and was playing with herself. Torrie sat up and pushed Kerry back down on to the carpet and then turned around and descended down upon Kerry. The girls locked in a 69 embrace and French kissed each other's pussies. It was too much for me. I crawled across the carpet and as Torrie fell away I moved up and started kissing Kerry, tasting the other woman on her lips. Fred did the same with his woman. 

Suddenly Torrie pushed Fred away and said to Kerry in earnest, "Can I suck your husband's cock."

Kerry nodded and across the carpet on all fours, crept Torrie, all the while looking at her prey. She gazed up at me, smiling, and then lowered her head to engulf my cock with her wet, warm mouth. I leaned back in extreme pleasure. Opening my eyes I saw Kerry was doing the same to Fred. To my knowledge it was the first time she had ever done something like that with another man. The sight was overwhelming and I felt the first stirrings of a lack of control. I gingerly pushed Torrie back and whispered hoarsely that I needed to come. I crawled over to Kerry and she rolled towards me and impaled herself, settling down on my cock. I had never felt her to be so open, so wet. It was a fast and furious fuck culminating in an explosive orgasm. Fred and Torrie finished just shortly after us.

Smiles and nods all around as we caressed our respective partners. Soon after our new found friends made their way home and Kerry and I retired to our bedroom to engage in another bout of lovemaking. The magnificent imagery still fresh in our minds fueled another fiery session. How life had changed I thought to myself. But I had no idea how much. 

To be continued...



The Journey



Staring out over the wastes, Val wondered what had possessed him. Sand, dust, and more sand, that's what awaited him. He'd never been this far from the oasis, and knew that any water was days away...unless he turned back. Others had done so. It would only be a year till he had the chance to go again. Only a year. A year of sideways glances, and whispered jokes. After his strong words, his boasts, he could not go back. No, postponement was not an option. He would not learn anymore to prepare him for this journey in that time, and if he gave in now to his fear, it would only be all the easier to do so again the following year.

He stopped and rubbed his eyes, looking briefly up into the bright sun. Well...time to go. He put his sun-goggles on and looked around, waiting for his eyes to adjust. He smiled briefly at his two companions, companions that would not be following him. Olaf smiled back, but it was a worried smile. Morris did not. Olaf had been Val's mentor the past three years, and his friend. He was a tall man, lanky, well-proportioned. His hair was bleached blond from long exposure to the harsh sun, and his skin a burnished copper. He locked eyes with Val, and it was obvious that he was studying his student. He knew that Val was ready for almost any journey he could have chosen. A solitary raid against the Maxes, a salvage mission into the mountains, even scouting up north...but this was a trip into the Southern wastes...where the radiation was heaviest, where the night sky had been known to glow green on a very clear night. Olaf knew the reason Val thought he could do it, but it seemed a very risky bet. 

Morris never smiled. He was a hard-ass from the day he was born, or so the story went. Bit his mother's tit the first day, as the expression went. He was shorter than Olaf, and much stockier. His skin told of a different lineage than Olaf's obvious nordic stock. Hispanic, Val guessed. 

Morris' skin too was darkened by the sun, save for the many ritual scars that covered his chest and arms. Morris had never cared for Val, but that hadn't bothered Val much. Morris was a weapon...and a shield. He was the Pack's defender until death. As far as intelligence was concerned, Morris' extended to a fighter's caginess, and a certain tactical awareness. Val respected both, but knew there was more to life. Perhaps not ground-side, but there well should be.

Val tipped an imaginary hat to his two companions, and turned his back on them. "I will be back sooner than you think." He said, aloud, but not to anyone in particular.

"Glowing green and flesh hanging, no doubt..." growled Morris.

" I'd die far before I glowed, and you know it, Morris... But I'll be sure to give you a big wet hug if your prediction comes true." said Val, without turning. 

Olaf grinned despite himself. " Morris getting hugged? I'd like to see anyone, let alone you, get close enough. Take care of yourself, you cockroach..."

"Why thank you...roaches survive!"

Both men watched as the dead man walked. Neither turned away until he was over the third dune and out of sight. It was their duty to witness his passing.

Val looked up at the sun for the tenth time this day. His skin was burnt, and his lips parched, but he felt he was doing better than might be expected. His slow, energy conserving pace was keeping the dizziness of heat exhaustion at bay. He remembered Olaf's lessons in conserving water, and if anything his discipline in that regard was to err on the side of caution. Tomorrow, his skin would peel, and he would not sleep much at night. If he found shelter soon, he would not be sleeping at night in any case. He would rest the day, and walk at night. That had not been an option the past two days, seeing as he couldn't bury himself in the sand like the lizards and scorpions. He shuddered, remembering the other night he had awoken with a rattler sharing his body heat. The snake had left peaceably enough a couple hours later, when the dawn sun arose, but even in this heat, Val could not help a shiver.

Arising over the next dune, Val stopped. He often stopped on these all too frequent heights. Each time he held the irrational hope that he would see the tall ruins of an old city, even though he had travelled nowhere near long enough. People had once joked that it was "a small world," but it had grown considerably for its' current tenants. Val knew more of what was lost than did most of the desert inhabitants. Until five years ago he had been a part of history, of a society where little had been lost, save contact with solid ground. Orbitals they were called by those who even knew of them. Many knew they were up there, without ever meeting one, or being told. A new star in the sky, or rather a new flickering satellite, told many all they needed to know, that the Old Ones were up there, and cared nothing for their previous home.

Val was an exile. Or rather, his parents were. They had never really told him why he had been dragged out of bed that fateful morning and told to grab 5 sets of clothes, two personal items, and get his ass to docking bay four. He had figured out some of it. His dad had been in contact with the 'natives' that worked one of the clandestine ground-side city mines, and Val speculated that his father had "compromised security." He remembered walking into his father's office and finding a dirty, unkempt teenager working an old-fashioned keyboard attached to his father's terminal. He had been about to shout for help when his father had walked in and offered the dirty kid a coffee...His father had almost dropped the coffee seeing Val in the office.

Val had later been pulled aside by his father, and told not to say a word about the strange guest. Val had not needed the warning, he knew what his father was doing was something he could get into great trouble for. His father's surprised face had told him all he needed to know. What he did not know, was why it would get him in such trouble. The boy hadn't looked dangerous. His father had told him that the Executive Chair thought earth-bound people were savages...and as far as Val was concerned, that word meant dangerous. The boy in the office was just...dirty. Val didn't realise that it wasn't so simple at the time. Most of all he did not realise that such risks could be fatal, or that they almost always extended to the entire family. 

His father had been caught teaching the primitives...such was Val's impression of the sudden need to escape. His father had been doing it for 5 years...it was only a matter of time. He knew it was wrong to deny the people unfortunate enough to live on the Earth knowledge or comfort, but he also knew that the Orbitals somehow felt threatened. 

It was hard for Val to believe now that he had once considered them his people. He had thought his life ended that day, but it hadn't. And it wouldn't now, out in this desert. 

He could remember grabbing his gun and his gear. Out of habit, he had almost grabbed his corporate cadet uniform on the way out, before realising he'd probably never wear it again. He could remember the whispered commands his father gave, as he told his son to shoot first, and ask questions later. Luckily, the two guards at the door to the shuttle bay had been more surprised than him and his father. Val hadn't had to shoot. Two very hard punches had sufficed. He could remember the howling of the engines, as they leapt out of the station's hull...he could remember the crashes as blasts from turrets rocked the small ship. He could remember his mother crying out in terror and then relief, as they made it out of range. But mostly, he could remember the engines...in fact he could almost hear them now.

In fact, he could hear them now...what the hell? He blocked the sun from his eyes and tried to get a bearing on the sound. He saw it coming almost straight for him, from the east...It was flying low, very low. Was it about to crash? Val blinked, realizing that staring probably wasn't the best course of action, and dove off the dune. The ship clipped the dune, sending a shower of sand flying over Val, but seemed to take no appreciable damage from the slight impact. It continued flying...gaining almost no altitude. Was the pilot crazy? Val trotted down the dune, in the same direction as the ship. He had been headed in roughly that direction anyway...besides...a functioning ship would be a hell of a prize to bring back to the tribe. If nothing else, the ship might have an extra day or two's supply of water.

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"Go ahead, shoot me...I dare ya!" Muttered Zeke, as he tugged hard, freeing the two small missiles from the racks. He crammed them roughly into his two backpacks, one in each, then filling in the remaining space (which wasn't much) with rations and water. "Fucking Carter...thinks he can shoot me out an airlock and get away with it..." 

Zeke's black-carapaced hands worked feverishly then, wiring the rest of the nukes together. He crossed his fingers and plugged a twisted mass of cables into the ship computer... "Fifteen million, up in smoke! Stuff that up your ass, Atlantis Enterprises..." He grinned wickedly, showing off his elongated canines...though there was noone there to see...or was there? Zeke blinked, and looked around rapidly. Heh...noone there. Of course there wasn't. Still crossing his fingers, he punched a few digits into the computer and stepped back...Was twenty-four hours enough time? Well, it was done now! Zeke took a deep breath and opened the hatch. 

"Damn!" He shouted as the bright sun blinded him momentarily... "Picked a fuckin' remote enough place didn't I?" He adjusted his two packs on his huge shoulders and started on his way, taking long, rapid strides away from the shuttle. He noticed the heat immediately, it beat down on his black carapace like an anvil...however, distance from a nuclear blast was a little more important. His body would adjust...it always did.

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Machinery hummed softly in the almost complete darkness of the vast, cement vault. Blinking lights seemed to project a sinister sense of life into the room, as if hundreds of tiny eyes watched. A pitiful, mewling cry escaped from somewhere below, penetrating the girl's consciousness briefly. A sickening thud followed, and a dragging sound. The woman tried to raise her body, but it would not respond. She noted the sound of slight electrical pulses made at regular intervals, and then noticed groggily that her arms and legs twitched with each one. She struggled a little harder to move, and finally managed to lift her head. It did not help her assess her situation much...she saw briefly, in the blinking lights, a glass cover above her, or clear plastic, something that reflected the pitiful source of light at any rate. She also saw a hundred tiny silver needles protruding from her flesh, before she lost consciousness again.

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The tremor came after the blast by a good minute, and it knocked Val right off the dune. He'd stood speechless as the mushroom cloud rose up, unable to believe his eyes. After what had happened, someone was using atomics? Standing in the result of that same madness, someone was actually detonating a nuke? Only an Orbital could do it...that he was sure of. That Orbital had better have died in the explosion, that was for certain. Val felt sick to his stomach.

The blast came from the ship, he was certain of it. He wondered what the target had been. "Some tribal learn to tie shoe laces?" he muttered bitterly, running his hands through his hair. If the stories were true, he wondered idly how long he'd still have that hair. His toxin binders would certainly be put to the test if he remained here. Like they hadn't already been tested enough coming this far into the waste. That was why most of the Pack had considered his trip suicide, beyond the ritual idea of death associated with The Journey. This land was desolate for a reason, and rainfall likely would make only minor difference. 

Only Val's parents and Olaf knew of Val's minor enhancements. His smartlink pads were perpetually hidden by his fingerless gloves, and his internal processor was well covered by fake hair. If any of his girlfriends had twisted instead of tugged his earring, they may have gotten a surprise. Many had asked him why he never took off the gloves. "Bad luck..." had always been his reply. Many of the Pack had strange talismans, so they never asked twice. Besides, Val had never been an overly social member of the extended family. He was an Outsider even after 4 years, which was part of why Val had chosen this particular direction for his Journey. He didn't care overly about friendship, he had Olaf for that, but he at least wanted their respect. No...more than that. He wanted them shocked. This Outsider, who'd needed to learn everything that the Pack was taught from birth, who hadn't known a cactus was a source of water, was going to do something they couldn't, or wouldn't.

He shook his head, and sighed...the blast area cut right across his planned route. He couldn't go right through; that would be suicide, even with the toxin binders. He'd have to cut around, and try to judge a safe distance...either way, he was in for a long trek, one he would no doubt be feeling the effects of long after.

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Zeke looked behind him, seeing the mushroom cloud rising from the desert. They might have found his landing spot via satellite, but they wouldn't be able to trace his route on foot now. A crater half a mile wide tended to erase footprints. However, he was certain they were tallying up a tab in his name at that moment, adding a combat shuttle with nuclear armament to his unpaid bills. That might be enough to send a more thorough search after him...maybe even black ops. He'd have to be careful. Anyone he met on this planet could be Atlantean...or Atlantean paid. 

The heat was atrocious. He was not built for this. His chitinous black scales absorbed heat far too much. Zeke noted the moisture seeping from his armored skin, and observed that his two day internal supply of water was likely only to be one in these conditions, unless he found daytime shelter. The only thing to do was keep moving. Looking up at the sun, Zeke growled. "Fuck you..." he muttered, through a tongue that already felt like cotton. With strides that showed his weariness, he continued away from the blast area. He tried to ignore the queasiness he felt in his stomach, preferring to hope it was simply the heat, rather than any result of radiation.

A few hours later, as night began to fall, Zeke managed a smile for the first time that day. Not only was the air cooling enough for him to be finally comfortable, but the change in ground beneath him gave him pleasure. Cleared by a desert wind, cracked and crumbling from age, it was still a vision of hope for Zeke. It did not matter that dunes crossed and obscured the majority of it. He was standing on asphalt.

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Val knew it was the radiation that was causing him pain. He was well used to the heat, and had even gotten used to the pain of sunburn, and the itchiness of flaking skin. Besides, he had managed to find shelter the day before, in the ruins of a solitary building...The letters "INF" upon a tilted and hanging sign had been the only indication of what the purpose of the building had been. He had managed to avoid the heat of the day, and so should be feeling remarkably better than he did today. The rebellion of his stomach, it's refusal to accept any but the smallest amounts of food or water concerned him most. As he retched for the third time that day, he lamented the loss of moisture. At this rate, he would run out of water well before he reached the distant purple of the mountains he had spotted this morning.

Reaching the crest of the last dune, Val had realised that he was far closer than he'd ever meant to be to the blast area. He could actually see the crater, a smallish hole in the desert from this distance, but it was visible only because it shimmered brightly. Val knew this was because of the sand and likely the rocks far underneath. The shimmering would be a fused mass of glass, either clear or black...Val was curious to know what colour the pale sand would actually turn, but was far from curious enough to investigate any closer.

Nothing to do but keep moving. He'd have to find shelter again soon enough, and more water. He forced himself to repeat over and over. "I will not drink without boiling the water. I will not drink..." His immunities to poison and radiation were already being tested enough, he could not afford to be cocky. He looked behind him, longingly, realizing that someday he'd have to make the trip back, and it was not likely to be any easier. A tiny corner of his mind told him it would be alright to turn back, to return empty handed...he could stand the loss of status, the loss of respect. He shook his head, and was dizzied by the motion. Onward, he mentally commanded himself, and slowly his feet began to move, climbing down the dune, grimacing as he eyed the next.

Climbing to the top of that next dune, he was distracted from his grumbling progress by a glint off something in the distance, something metallic. Blinking, shading his eyes, he saw it again, but it had moved! He flopped to his belly on the sand, and winced at the heat, as he fumbled for his binoculars. They snagged on the strap of his backpack, and it took him a moment to tug them free. He looked through them, scanning the area, but whatever it had been was gone. Val muttered to himself angrily, then got up slowly, and started down the dune in the direction the glint had been moving. At the very least, he could find the trail by the end of the day. It may have been nothing, a lost scavenger, but it might too have meant that people were nearby...and water.



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The Journey Begins



Greg knew how to get what he wanted from Michelle. After three years of dating and an engagement, then two years of marriage, he had learned just how to manipulate Michelle into any situation he wanted. And what Greg usually wanted from Michelle other than keeping the house clean, fixing dinner and doing the laundry was sex. Sex in every form and in every place the urge struck him.

They had been having sex since their third date, however, and Greg's appetite was craving something different. Something that would elicit the thrill he had felt when he had first conquered Michelle's virginity and then proceeded to teach her how to please him. His thoughts and fantasies had lately turned to images of Michelle fucking and sucking other men. Preferably, total strangers. He had been taking advantage of her submissiveness the past few months to indulge in a little flashing of her gorgeous, petite body. She usually objected strenuously, but would ultimately give in to his strange desires rather than make him angry with her.

Greg had learned to use this weakness against his pretty wife. Whenever he wanted to do something he knew she wouldn't like, he would find some excuse to pick a fight with her. Often, it was something very minor, like not fixing what he liked for dinner or failing to iron his shirts the way he insisted they be ironed. She finally did something that Greg could really use to get her to do absolutely anything he wanted. As soon as Greg realized this, his mind took flights of fantasy, imagining the humiliating, degrading things he was going to have her do.

It wasn't all that serious of a mistake on Michelle's part, but she had spilled some bleach on an oriental rug that Greg had just bought for their den. After first thoroughly berating Michelle for her stupidity and carelessness, Greg began his torturous silent treatment. That was what Michelle couldn't stand. To be in the same house, the same bed, with him and he wouldn't even acknowledge her existence. Michelle would be able to cope with the silent treatment for the first day or so, but after that it really began to get to her. She would do everything she could to get Greg to talk to her, but to no avail. She would even attempt to use her luscious body to melt his stern heart, parading around in front of him with nothing but her high-heeled shoes on. It wasn't easy for Greg to ignore her when she would flaunt her body in front of him, displaying her breasts and perfectly rounded ass where he couldn't help but see her.

But this time, Greg had a new resolve. He knew what he wanted and he also knew that in order to have his way, he would have to have Michelle near the point of breakdown. She was an emotional girl and most of the time cheerful and playful, quick to laugh with a lilting, little-girl laugh that was infectious to all those around her. Her family lived not more than a mile from them, but she didn't dare to talk to them about her marital problems. So she suffered through Greg's spells of silence, the laughter in her dying, the playfulness absent, and the hunger for forgiveness from Greg would build in her until she would be near tears. Actually, she would often cry herself to sleep while Greg was at work, certain that she was losing the only man she had ever loved.

Greg silently observed the torment that Michelle was going through and a couple of times, he almost relented from what he was putting her through. It was only his fantasies that he wanted to fulfill that kept him from taking her in his arms and telling her that everything was okay and that he loved her and forgave her. After three days of torturing Michelle with his silence, Greg finally spoke to her. They had just left their Friday evening choir practice and Greg had headed towards downtown Fort Lauderdale, sensing it was time to put his plan into action.

"You want to make up, Michelle?" Greg asked as they headed down Sunrise Boulevard.

His voice took Michelle by surprise as she first looked at him in incomprehension. His words then reached her consciousness and she spoke softly, "you know I do, Greg. I hate it when you won't talk to me. It makes me miserable."

Greg replied with a stern voice, laced with a hint of possible forgiveness for Michelle's perceived mistake. "Well, what are you willing to do to make up for ruining that rug? You sorry you did it?"

Michelle sat in the passenger seat of the corvette with her hands meekly folded in her lap. She didn't look at Greg as she replied, "yes, I'm sorry, honey. I didn't mean to spill the bleach, though." She was quiet a full minute before she answered his first question. "I'll do anything you want if you'll just talk to me and forgive me."

They had just crossed over the railroad tracks and entered the edge of the small downtown area and Greg pulled into a vacant parking lot that stretched along SW First Avenue for at least a block. He cut off the motor and turned to look at his young wife. He couldn't help but be impressed, even after the past five years, with her simple beauty. She had that innocent, little-girl look about her, with flawless, creamy skin and brilliant blue eyes. Her short hair was naturally wavy and enhanced her features, framing her face with the glow of the honey color. Her little up-turned nose and full, petulant lips completed the vision that was many men's dream of the perfect face. But Michelle's beauty didn't stop there.

She was petite and voluptuous at the same, which all the more accentuated her firm, sizable breasts and her ass that seemed to jut out from her backside as though she was padded in the behind. To top it off, Michelle had undoubtedly the most perfect legs that ever graced any woman. They were perfectly shaped in Greg's eyes and every man who happened to get to see them. Without a sign of a knee cap or even an ankle bone, her legs swept from nicely-rounded thighs through fantastic geometric curves to her tiny feet. The bronze glow of her skin from endless hours of sunbathing was truly a sight to behold and Greg never tired of looking at her.

Greg's silence while he studied his wife made her tremble, questioning herself if she had sounded sincere in her desire for them to make up and Michelle almost pleaded, "please, Greg, please, forgive me. I'll do anything you want to make up, I promise."

Greg knew at that instant that he had Michelle where he wanted her, but he decided to test her sincerity, "really? Anything, Michelle? Even if I say I want you to fuck another man?"

Michelle looked at him with a shocked look on her face, although his question didn't really surprise her as Greg had suggested that they try swinging before. She just didn't expect him to make that a condition of his forgiveness. His question made her unsure if she should repeat that she would do anything for his forgiveness. But Michelle also knew that if she didn't, Greg most likely would not forgive her and she would be faced once again with endless days of his silence. That thought made her answer, "yes, Greg. I said I would do anything, and I meant it. As long as you love me, nothing else matters."

Greg kept his joy contained within, not letting on to Michelle how much her answer had thrilled and excited him. What an opportunity! Greg patted Michelle's leg and, in his most loving voice, replied, "I do love you, honey. I really do. I don't like us to fight, either." As he finished his proclamation of love, Greg leaned over and kissed Michelle softly on her full lips. Even her lips revealed her elation that her husband still loved her and forgave her, their hungry clinging to his telling Greg that she really would do anything he wanted this night.

Greg sat back in his seat and began the fulfilling of his fantasy. "Okay, baby, the first thing I want you to do is take off your panties."

Michelle was used to Greg wanting her to go without panties, so his demand that she take them off didn't bother her and she didn't hesitate lifting her bottom off of the car seat and sliding her skirt up. She quickly slipped them down her legs and then bent forward to carefully pull them over her white pumps so they wouldn't get dirty or snagged on the sharp heels. Michelle straightened up and held the frilly underwear in her hands, unsure of what she could do with them.

Greg held out his hand for her to give them to him and she passed them neatly folded. Greg didn't treat the flimsy material as carefully, wadding them up in one hand and stuffing them under his seat. He looked at Michelle appraisingly, thinking that the way she was dressed couldn't have been more fitting for his plan. Michelle was dressed in a candy-striped silk blouse with a high collar that really accentuated her full breasts through the thin material. She wore a tight-fitting white skirt that came about six inches above her knees. It seemed to be molded to her rounded thighs and behind. Greg had always liked her in the outfit she had chosen to wear to the choir practice that night and, for some reason, she seemed to appear even more sexy in it as he sat and drank in her beauty. After a moment of studying her, Greg continued, "now, the bra, Michelle. Take it off."

This didn't surprise Michelle either. It was another of Greg's fetishes that she had become used to. He loved the way her breasts would jiggle when she walked without the constraints of a bra and often insisted she went braless. She was a little concerned about taking it off while they were parked so close to one of the main streets of downtown, even though there wasn't much traffic at nine-thirty at night. She looked around nervously before beginning to unbutton her blouse, making sure that no one from the nearby street could see her adhere to Greg's wishes. She was painfully aware that the low convertible corvette made it possible for any passers by to see her as she removed her blouse. Michelle kept her eyes sweeping the area as she leaned forward in the seat and managed to slide the blouse off of her shoulders and then her arms. Greg undid the clasp of her wide-strapped bra as she bent forward and Michelle slipped it over her arms, then handed the lacy, large-cup bra to him. She then wasted no time in slipping her blouse back over her bare torso, still nervously looking back and forth for signs of onlookers.

Just as Michelle was about to button her blouse, Greg stopped her. "Uh-uh, beautiful. Don't button it. I want to show off those fantastic tits."

Michelle looked at Greg with a question in her eyes, but unspoken, thinking that surely Greg wouldn't insist that she go around with her blouse unbuttoned. Greg eased her fears when he suggested, "just pull the bottom up and tie it in front. You know, like that tie-up top you have."

Michelle was certain that tying her blouse in that manner wouldn't do much to hide her generous chest, but she proceeded to do as Greg suggested, rolling the thin material up from the bottom and then tying it in a square knot over her midriff. The blouse she was wearing wasn't meant for being worn in this manner and as she looked down her front at the result, she was concerned that her breasts could easily fall out of the resulting v-opening. The tie-top that Greg had referred to was designed to be worn like that, but the thin, clinging dressy blouse was not. Silently, Michelle hoped that Greg would relent and have her button it instead. She was soon disappointed when Greg reached over and spread the opening between her full breasts a little more, exposing a good portion of her breasts and making it obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra, which was obvious enough as it was, with her nipples making indentations through the light material. Still, Michelle didn't object, mindful of her promise to do anything that Greg wanted. She was determined to prove to him that she would keep her word, no matter what Greg had in mind.

Greg sat with his back to the driver's door and studied Michelle approvingly. "Very nice," he almost whispered, his arousal making his voice somewhat hoarse. "Sexy, too," he added. "Men are going to cum in their pants when they see you."

Michelle blushed. She was easily embarrassed and never could accept compliments gracefully. She never thought of herself as beautiful or sexy, although Greg had often assured her that she was. She was certain that if any men got excited when looking at her, it would only be because of the slutty way she was now dressed and not her looks.

Greg started the big engine with a throaty 'vroomm' and pulled out of the parking lot, heading down First Avenue towards the New River. He turned onto the street that paralleled the river and parked in a space just around the corner. The absence of other parked cars on the street revealed just how deserted the downtown area became after dark, although the parking lots at the theaters and hotels were generally pretty full. Greg got out of the car and came around to open Michelle's door, always playing the part of a gentleman. He held the door open as he watched Michelle swing her legs around to exit and he felt his cock twitch as her movement caused her short skirt to rise slightly and reveal her upper thighs. It wasn't the sight of her muscular thighs as much as the knowledge that if the skirt had risen just another couple of inches, her pussy would have been exposed. The thought that any man, if in the correct position, could see Michelle's treasures was having quite an effect on Greg. He was more determined than ever to make sure that more than one man would get to enjoy that sight this night.

Greg guided Michelle to the sidewalk beside the car and took her in his arms, his hands immediately dropping to her firm butt and squeezing. Greg stared into Michelle's eyes as he moved his fingers up to the top of her zipper and unceremoniously pulled it down, then stuck one hand inside to feel the soft, velvety skin. Greg massaged it for a minute then withdrew his hand. When Michelle realized that Greg hadn't zipped her skirt back up, she started to reach behind herself and zip it closed, but Greg grabbed her hands. "Oh, no, baby. Leave it just like it is. I want to be able to feel those sweet cheeks whenever I feel like it."

"But, but, people will see me, Greg," Michelle complained.

"So?" Greg sneered. "That's the idea. I want them to see you." Greg continued to hold Michelle's wrists as he stared down at her, then reminded, "remember, you said you'd do anything I wanted. If you're going to complain about anything, then let's just forget it." With that proclamation, Greg released Michelle's wrists and stepped back, an accusing glare on his face.

Michelle quickly recovered and began to apologize, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I wasn't complaining, just telling you, is all." She bit her lower lip and almost tearfully added, "I won't say anything again, I promise."

Greg continued to glare at her for a moment and then commanded, "fine, then. Bend over and look up at me."

Michelle didn't understand why Greg wanted her to bend over, but she did as he said, bending over from the waist with her hands on her legs. She then saw where Greg was looking and understood as his eyes were focused on the effect of her gravity-pulled breasts forcing the opening of her blouse wider. She looked at her chest and saw that one breast was about ready to fall out. Her first inclination was to tuck it back in her blouse, but she knew that would only anger her husband, so she left her hands on her knees.

Greg then walked behind her and studied the opening the lowered zipper created in her skirt. "Perfect," he thought. "Shows just enough of the crack of her ass. Be clear that she's not wearing any panties, too." Greg rubbed the palm of one hand over the stretched cheeks and then playfully patted Michelle's behind before saying, "okay, you can straighten up now, baby. I just wanted to see what other men will be able to see." He wanted to keep driving that into Michelle's mind, that other men were going to get to see her the way he was able to see her.

Greg stepped beside Michelle and put one arm across her shoulder and began to walk down the dimly-lit sidewalk, heading nowhere in particular, just enjoying walking with his pretty wife as he mentally searched for how he was going to be able to realize the fantasies that had been building in his mind. He had settled on how he was going to get his wife to do whatever he wanted and he knew what his ultimate goal was, but just wasn't sure how he would make it happen.

As they walked, Greg slipped his hand inside Michelle's blouse and cupped one breast, fondling it almost absent-mindedly. It was an erotic feeling, to be able to walk down a public street playing with his wife's breasts, but Greg wanted more. They hadn't walked more than a half-block before a car rounded the corner behind them and drove by slowly. Greg left his hand inside Michelle's blouse as he looked at the driver of the car, barely visible in the dim glow of the few street lamps on the street. He was glad to see that the driver was a man and appeared to be alone. He was even happier to see that the driver was staring quite pointedly at them and had slowed to almost a crawl when he saw that Greg had his hand inside the girl's blouse. Greg grinned as he watched the man continue to stare at them, leaning his head out of his window, the rest of the way down the block. It was a wonder that the driver didn't drive his car into the river. From the way the man had stared at them, Greg was sure that the car would be coming around the block again. He watched to see which way the car would turn as it reached the intersection with St. Andrews and he wasn't surprised when he saw the tail lights disappear to the left.

Greg figured that the same car would be passing them again within a minute or so and this time he wanted to be prepared, so he watched for the car's headlights out of the corner of his eye as he kept his head turned towards the river. Just as he had thought, he spotted a pair of headlights round the corner behind them and immediately guided Michelle off of the sidewalk and a few feet into the road. As soon as the approaching car was withing a couple of car lengths, Greg flipped Michelle's breast out of her blouse in one quick, effortless move, and cupped his hand under it. Michelle was startled at the sudden exposure, but to her credit, she did nothing to stop Greg from showing the stranger her bare breast.

The driver came opposite them, his head hanging out the car window, and came to a complete stop, his eyes seeming to bulge at the sight before him. Greg judged the man to be around forty or so, with glasses and almost no hair. His stare had changed to leering and Greg heard him mutter, "nice tits. Show me more."

Greg gladly obliged, stepping behind Michelle and pulling her other breast out of it's covering. The man gasped and licked his lips lasciviously, almost drooling as he stared at the lovely mammary mounds just a few feet from him. His voice was croaking as he begged, "come closer, come closer."

Greg pushed Michelle forward to where she was no more than a foot from the car and asked the excited middle-aged man, "want to feel?" He saw the man nod enthusiastically and granted, "go ahead, then. She won't mind."

Michelle just stood there, not looking at the man, but staring across the river, as the man stuck his hand out and fondled first one breast and then the other. He lightly pulled on her nipples and then squeezed as much of one breast as he could grasp in his hand. Greg could see the man's right arm jerking and he realized the man was jacking off as he felt Michelle's tits so he decided to give the man even more of a thrill. Without warning Michelle, Greg bent slightly and grasped the hem of her skirt and pulled it up to her waist in one swift motion.

It took an instant for the man to realize what Greg had now exposed to him and he gasped, "god, man, what are you doing? She's beautiful! Can I touch?"




The Journey Begins



Greg was magnanimous, "sure, buddy, go ahead, touch her all you want. You can even finger her."

The man's hand quickly dipped to Michelle's shaved pubic hair and felt the silkiness that led to her pussy. Greg spoke softly, demandingly, into Michelle's ear, "spread your legs, Michelle."

Michelle looked over her shoulder at Greg and he could see her face redden with humiliation, but she submitted to his demand and spread her legs, immediately feeling the man's bony finger probe at her pussy lips, his untrimmed finger nail scraping her tender skin as he worked into her opening. The stranger hadn't no more than inserted his finger as deeply as he could into the heated interior of Michelle's body when he cried out, "oh, damn, damn," and Greg could see the man's other hand working furiously at his crotch. The hand that had been at Michelle's pussy quickly disappeared inside the car as the man apparently tried to keep from messing his pants with his cum. Greg could only think that it was such a waste. He could have made Michelle suck the man's cock and drink his cum. "Oh, well," Greg thought, "next time." Without a word to the man, Greg turned Michelle and guided her back to the sidewalk, letting her skirt fall back in place as they walked the few feet. He decided it would be more erotic if he left her breasts hanging out of her blouse, so Greg made no effort to put them back and, when Michelle appeared to make a move to do so, Greg wordlessly pushed her hand away. He turned and, with one hand once again cupping a breast, started back down the sidewalk like nothing had happened.

The trembling in Greg's gut told a different story. From the moment that he had exposed Michelle's breasts to the stranger, his cock and nuts had tightened up with the immense arousal he was feeling from being able to do as he wished with his wife. Now Greg couldn't wait for another opportunity to show off his wife and he kept hoping that other male drivers would pass. When they were about a half-block from the intersection with St. Andrews, Greg turned around with Michelle still in his grasp and headed back the way they had come. He wanted to keep Michelle with both breasts hanging out for public viewing, but he certainly didn't want to risk arrest by going out on the town's main thoroughfare with her like that.

They had just turned around and were at the entrance to the mid-block alley when Greg saw a car's headlights make the turn at the corner ahead of them. His heart thundered with anticipation and once again he felt his cock harden and his balls tense up. He decided to make this time even more erotic for the driver, which he fervently hoped was another man. Greg led Michelle just to the opening of the alley and quickly pulled his distended cock out of his pants, at the same time instructing Michelle, "squat down and suck me, Michelle."

Greg had positioned himself and Michelle so she would be facing the street as she squatted and as soon as her mouth enveloped the head of his cock, Greg moved to her side so that Michelle's head was turned and her breasts were in plain sight of the street. Just as the oncoming car was no more than fifty feet away, Greg ordered, "pull your skirt up and spread your legs, baby." Michelle couldn't see the approaching car, so she didn't hesitate to comply with Greg' order, pulling her skirt up with both hands as she controlled Greg's cock with her mouth.

Greg was pleased that Michelle had pulled her dress up to her waist, further than he had asked, and it gave the driver of the approaching car a perfect view of her hair-topped cunt. Greg had his fingers crossed that the driver was once again a man, although he didn't care if a woman saw him having his cock sucked. His only real worry was that it wasn't a cop car, but he was sure it wasn't or he would have seen the light fixture on the car's roof.

As the car got to a the alley Greg saw they were in luck. The car seemed to be filled with teenage boys and, although they didn't stop, they sure had some choice things to say about the 'cock-sucking whore' as they drove by, complete with raucous horn-blowing. Greg was both surprised and disappointed that the boys hadn't stopped and he was puzzled as to why. Michelle had immediately taken her mouth off of his cock at the first sound and tried to stand, but was stopped by Greg's hands on her shoulders. Greg's cock was really beginning to ache for release and he was feeling his nuts begin to throb, too. Greg wanted to avoid a case of 'blue balls', so he pushed Michelle's mouth back on his prick and commanded, "suck me dry, baby. Suck it!" He needed relief right then and there and he wasn't too worried about it dampening his desire for further amusement with his wife. They had plenty of time and Greg knew he'd be ready to give her another load within a half hour or so. He looked down at his dutiful wife hungrily sucking on his rod-hard cock and he was amused by what he was sure she was thinking as she worked to get him off. "She's probably thinking that I'll cum and that'll be it," Greg silently mused. "Man, is she in for a surprise." Those thoughts coupled with Michelle's expert sucking and the heat already burning inside him made Greg explode the contents of his nut sack into Michelle's mouth inside of five minutes. Much less time than it had been taking to get him to cum. Michelle worked at swallowing the copious amount of creamy fluid as Greg began to hump her face to drain the last drop into her willing mouth. He held her there until his cock began to soften and, fishing a handkerchief from his back pocket, used it to first wipe his cum and saliva-slick cock and then handed it to Michelle to wipe her mouth. She gratefully accepted the soiled cloth and rubbed it across her lips and chin in her lady-like mannerism.

Michelle and Greg continued to walk back towards where Greg had parked the car slowly, Greg keeping one hand on a breast possessively, often moving his thumb and forefinger to a nipple to twist and pull it to erection. They had neared the corner where Greg had parked the car without any other drivers passing them as Greg had hoped, so he suggested to Michelle, "put your tits back in your blouse, honey. We'll go in that bar up the street."

Michelle was all too happy to do as Greg said and quickly covered her breasts, taking the opportunity to pull the blouse closed so that little of her breasts were visible. Greg detected her attempt at modesty and immediately put his hand back over her shoulder and pushed the material back to reveal more of her ample breasts. Michelle made no attempt to re-cover herself, resigned to leave her clothing as Greg preferred. They walked on up First Avenue to the middle of the block and paused in front of the solid door with the blinking sign overhead that proclaimed the establishment to be 'The Downtowner'. Greg put his arm around Michelle's waist and hugged her against his side, then warned, "now when we go inside, we'll sit at the bar. I want you to make sure you sit down with your skirt pulled up to just below your ass. And remember, you're to do anything I want, no matter what it is." He looked down at Michelle and squeezed her waist with emphasis. "You understand that, baby?"

Michelle looked up at Greg with her pretty, innocent eyes, biting her lower lip in resignation, and nodded, "yes, Greg, I understand. Just please, pl-l-e-a-s-e don't embarrass me. Please?"

Greg shrugged off her plea with "don't worry about it. These people will never see you again, so it makes no difference." He then pulled open the door and they were immediately flooded with the aroma and noise from within the small bar. A jukebox was playing a thumping, almost ear-splitting rock number and the smell of cigarettes and alcohol permeated the room. Greg had stopped in the small bar before, but he didn't remember it being quite this noisy. It was somewhat of a neighborhood bar, rarely frequented by the many tourists that flocked to Fort Lauderdale, so normally it was pretty quiet. When Greg's eyes adjusted to the subdued lighting, he realized why the bar was a little more noisier than usual. Apparently, a group of men that weren't regulars had found the out-of-the-way bar and decided to use it as their temporary watering hole. Greg knew that a lot of single travelers used the small hotel up the street for their one-night stay-overs, so he assumed that the noisy group were from that hotel and had stumbled on the convenient bar. "Perfect," Greg mentally noted. "Means there'll be plenty of men to have a little fun with."

Greg ushered Michelle towards the bar situated against and running the length of the wall opposite the entrance. He was particularly pleased when he saw that most of the men's eyes were on Michelle as they stood inside the door. Many of them brazenly stared at the petite blond who was obviously not wearing a bra from the imprint of her nipples on the silk blouse. About half of the seats at the bar were vacant with most of the patrons sitting either at the few tables or the booths lining the right side of the room. Greg steered around a couple dancing on the small clear area in the middle of the room and, after quickly browsing the near-darkness, he determined that the woman dancing was the only other woman in the place and she certainly wasn't no match for Michelle. She must have been in her forties, with bleached hair and bony legs peeking out from under her full skirt. Greg thought he recognized her as a woman he often saw walking the streets of the town and he had heard that she was an over-the-hill hooker. "Well," he thought, "she ought to be able to score a few tricks with this crowd."

Greg selected two bar stools together with a guy in a white shirt and tie on one side and an empty stool on the other. Greg guided Michelle to the stool next to the shirt and tie and waited while she scooted her tight little ass upon the stool, enjoying the view from behind her as her efforts caused the unzipped skirt to open enough to reveal that she wasn't wearing any panties. Greg grinned as he thought of the group of four men who were seated no more than six feet behind Michelle getting such a tantalizing view of her sweet ass crack. He was sure there would be plenty of comments made about the view. To make sure anyone interested would get the best view possible, Greg tugged lightly at the unzipped opening before he sat down.

The bartender stepped in front of them and queried, "what'll it be tonight, folks?"

Greg nodded his head at Michelle and answered, "she'll have a grasshopper and I'll have a vodka and 7up for himself." He laid a twenty on the bar and looked down at Michelle's legs to see if she had done as he had instructed. Greg was pleasantly surprised that she had pretty much done just what he had told her to do, although her skirt wasn't pulled up quite as high as he had instructed. Still, the intent was there and he'd take care of the actual positioning of her skirt hem in time. He could hear someone seated at the table behind them comment in a near-whisper to one of his buddies, "man, she sure looks good. I can see the crack of her ass."

Another voice chimed in, "you think we should tell her that she's unzipped?"

There was silence at the table for a several seconds and then a chorus of "nah-h-h, we shouldn't do that," followed by several loud guffaws. One of the men did get up from the table and made a point of walking right behind Michelle, ostensibly on his way to the bathroom. Greg could see out of the corner of his eye as he sipped his drink that the man noticeably hesitated directly behind Michelle with his eyes glued to the opening in her skirt. Greg heard him let out a gush of air before the man continued on his way to the restrooms located on the far side of the bar. Greg glanced over his shoulder at the remaining men at the table and grinned knowingly as though he was letting them know they could look all they wanted to. He then made them aware that he knew what they were looking at as he slid his hand inside Michelle's skirt and stroked her bare skin. His action caused a mixed reaction from the table, with one man shaking his head in disbelief while the two others laughed. One gave Greg the 'thumbs-up' sign and then slapped the table noisily.

Greg had noticed while he was looking at the men seated behind them that the couple who had been dancing must have left. At least, he couldn't see the older woman anywhere and the dance floor was now completely vacant. This gave Greg an idea of how to further excite the several men populating the smoke-filled bar. He leaned to Michelle and stated more than asked, "let's dance, baby." Then he whispered in her ear, "when you turn around on the stool to get down, make sure your legs are spread. I want those guys behind us to see up your skirt."

Michelle looked at Greg with tightened lips, but nodded her acquiescence. Greg slid off his stool and waited for Michelle to dismount like he had told her. True to her word, Michelle used her feet on the stool rungs to swing herself around and just as she was directly facing the men, she opened her legs. Her skirt had ridden up to no more than four inches below her crotch and the effect of her opening her legs definitely must have given the men just feet from her a very nice shot of her pussy. One spilled his drink when he first saw the unexpected sight and another shouted out to no one in particular, "hot damn!" Other patrons, including the bartender, turned to look at the man, unaware of what had caused his outburst. None of them could see what that one individual saw as Michelle was now walking with Greg towards the small dance floor. Greg watched as the men talked to each other with a great deal of animation about what they had seen. He couldn't help but grin wickedly and he felt his cock twitch with the excitement he was feeling. He wrapped his arms around Michelle's waist and pulled her to him as the jukebox started a slow dance tune that he didn't recognize. Neither of them could dance very well, but to Greg that wasn't the purpose of him suggesting they dance. He wasted no time in dropping both hands to Michelle's ass and meaningfully began to knead both cheeks. At one point he paused in front of one table with two men and, gripping both sides of the undone zipper, pulled Michelle's skirt open wide, then slipped a hand inside and ran a finger up her moist crack. He grinned invitingly at the two men as he saw they were enjoying the show and he was certain from the wink that one of them gave him that they definitely approved of his actions.

Too soon the jukebox went silent and Greg led Michelle back to her seat at the bar. They sat there silently for a couple of minutes nursing their drinks before Greg dropped his right hand to Michelle's exposed inner thigh. He began to lightly stroke her smooth skin, gradually working her skirt higher up her leg. The noisy group at the table behind them couldn't see what he was doing, but Greg did notice that the white shirt and tie beside Michelle was furtively casting glances down at her exposed legs so Greg decided to give the man a real show. With one swift move of his hand, Greg shoved the front of Michelle's skirt above her pubic mound, then moved his hand back to her soft thigh to continue stroking. As he stroked her smooth skin, Greg made it a point to let his little finger brush against Michelle's pussy with each upward stroke. The man beside Michelle was now openly staring down at her exposed womanhood, so Greg took it one step further, pulling Michelle's left leg tightly against his and he then sunk his middle finger in her thoroughly wet pussy. The fact that she was wet momentarily surprised Greg, although he knew from experience that touching her thighs always had that effect.

After fingering Michelle for at least a couple of minutes to the thorough delight of the man next to her, Greg leaned in front of Michelle and spoke to the stranger, "you interested in some fun, buddy?"

Greg's question took the stranger by surprise but before he could answer, Greg added, "if you are, join us in the restroom in a couple of minutes."

Greg didn't wait for a reply but quickly got up from the bar stool and, taking Michelle by the arm, pulled her off her stool. Michelle had heard Greg's question to the stranger, but she was still surprised by his impulsive move and she followed him meekly as they headed towards the hallway where the restrooms were located. Several pair of eyes hungrily watched her as Greg led her by the hand. The restrooms were located at the end of what must have been a ten-foot hall, men's on one side and women's on the other. Greg opened the door to the women's room and pulled Michelle inside while he held the door open with his foot, keeping an eye on the dark hallway. Greg bent his face to Michelle's and kissed her passionately, working his tongue inside her mouth as he undid the single button holding up her skirt and let it fall around her ankles. Greg could feel his cock begin to throb as Michelle's excitement grew and she began to wildly return his kiss. Greg wanted her hot to trot, so he worked his hand between them and began to massage Michelle's clit. His touch had the desired effect as he knew it would. Michelle began to grind her hips so her clit was pushed hard against Greg's probing fingers and Greg could hear her breathing become deep and labored.

Greg was beginning to wonder if the stranger was going to accept the invitation when he finally saw him in the hallway. Without moving his mouth from Michelle's, Greg motioned for the man to enter the ladies room while he stepped backward with Michelle in his arms. When his back touched the stall, Greg put his hands on Michelle's shoulders and pushed meaningfully down. She didn't hesitate, but quickly sunk to her knees on the cold tiled floor and started fumbling with the zipper to Greg's pants. Greg stopped her and motioned for the obviously aroused stranger to take his place. The guy had his cock out even before Greg signaled for him to take his place in front of her and Michelle didn't even have a chance to realize fully what was going on before the man had stuck his prick in her mouth. She froze at the strange intrusion until Greg ordered, "suck his dick, Michelle. Show him how good you can suck a dick."

Greg stood at their side silently watching as Michelle obeyed. Greg was pleased to see that she actually got into the task, sucking, licking and sucking at the man's cock like it was a melting ice cream cone. Greg knelt down behind Michelle and ran one hand under her ass, searching for her pussy hole with his middle digit. He was surprised to find her cunt lips open and wet. "A slut at heart," Greg thought to himself as he began to finger Michelle's receptive orifice. He could hear rather than see the effect on Michelle's devouring of the man's cock as she began to moan around the thick meat in her mouth and her head began to bob up and down the slick length with abandon. With her expertise at sucking a dick, it took a mere five minutes before the stranger tensed up, moaned in a guttural tone, and, holding Michelle's head, began to shoot thick wads of cum down her throat. Greg watched Michelle's throat muscles work to swallow the gummy fluid, unable to move with the tight grip the man kept on her head. Greg wiped his pussy juice coated finger on Michelle's ass and then straightened up, waiting for her to drain the man's built-up passion from his balls. After a minute or so of spurting in her mouth, the gratified man backed his deflating cock out of Michelle's mouth, walked wordlessly to the sink and retrieved a paper towel from the holder, then began to wipe his still-dripping cock.

Greg grinned at him and the stranger grinned back, then finally spoke in an exhausted voice, "man, that was good! She can really suck a cock." He put his shriveling dick back in his pants and opened the restroom door, then paused as he turned to Michelle and Greg. "Thanks for the head, sweet thing. You were terrific." He looked down the hallway and then disappeared from view as he headed back to the bar.




The Journey Begins



Greg had helped Michelle to her feet and stood there holding her with his arms around her waist. "You did great, baby. I'm proud of you."

Michelle turned her face up to look at Greg and smiled her heart-melting smile, "really, Greg? Did I do like you wanted?"

"Mmm, you sure did, honey. That was something to watch." He put a hand between her legs and lightly fingered her hot slit, still coated with her passion juice and then added, "looks like you enjoyed it too." Greg chuckled at the revelation.

Michelle's face turned slightly red at Greg's observation and then admitted, "well, it was okay. Not like I thought it would be for the first time I've done that to another man. It did get me a little excited."

"A LITTLE," Greg mocked. "From the way you're dripping, I'd say you were VERY excited."

Michelle blushed again, evidently embarrassed that she had actually been turned on by the brief sex act with a complete stranger. She pulled out of Greg's arms and bent to pick up her skirt from the floor, more to hide her embarrassment than the need to get dressed.

Greg patted Michelle on one firm ass cheek, "well, you put your skirt back on and I'll go back to the bar." He added as he opened the door, "and leave the zipper down. We're not finished yet."

Greg returned to the bar and he was certain that several of the men, particularly those sitting at the table behind the stools where Michelle and he had been sitting, were smirking at him knowingly. Greg shrugged it off, actually hoping that the bar's patrons did figure out why he and Michelle had gone to the restroom at the same time. He saw that the recipient of Michelle's hot mouth had left and the stool which was next to where Michelle had been sitting was now vacant. He sat down and picked up his now warm drink and took a gulping swallow then turned to look around the bar, curious if they had lost any more customers. The place seemed to have about the same number of men, Greg guessed maybe eighteen or twenty, and he wondered which ones might be interested in having a gang-bang with his sexy wife. He noticed that several of the men suddenly turned their heads towards the end of the hallway and he shifted his gaze to see what had drawn their attention. They were all watching Michelle re-enter the room and she was a sight to watch, as she walked toward him. Each step in her high heels made her unbridled breasts jiggle enticingly and Greg could see that her nipples were erect and quite noticeable under her flimsy blouse. She was a pleasure to watch and Greg, like most of the men in the room, stared at her as she made her way to his side. She lifted one leg onto her stool and pulled herself up, the action making her skirt rise far up her thighs, which she made no effort to conceal.

The bartender stopped in front of them just as Michelle got seated and inquired, "freshen your drinks for you?"

Greg took Michelle's empty glass and handed it to the bartender. "You can give her another one, but I'm okay."

The bartender nodded and went to fix Michelle another grasshopper. Greg then leaned over to Michelle and whispered, "I'm going to leave for a few minutes and I want you to stay right here."

Michelle looked at him with consternation, "you're not going to leave me here, are you?"

"No, no, sugar. Nothing like that. I'm just going to leave for a few minutes to give some of the guys here a chance to make a move on you." Greg studied Michelle's face to see her reaction to his plan, then added, "I told you we weren't finished. Remember?"

"Y-yes, I remember, Greg. But do you have to leave me here?" Michelle almost whined.

"Yeh, I've got to, baby. As long as I'm here, I doubt if any of these guys will even flirt with you and I want you to have some fun with them." He put his hand on her thigh and rubbed it meaningfully, "after all, my sexy wife was 'a little excited' earlier."

Michelle blushed again, and then asked, "what should I do? Just sit here?"

Greg started to reply but stopped as the bartender walked up and placed Michelle's drink on a napkin in front of her then walked on down the bar, polishing the shiny surface. Greg then whispered, "more or less. Just sit here and see what happens. I'll bet that I won't be gone five minutes before some guy comes up and asks you to dance or something."

Michelle nodded her understanding and Greg elaborated, "if any of them ask you to dance, don't turn them down. Dance with anyone who asks, and if they try to feel you, I want you to let them." He studied her face for reaction and, seeing none, asked, "got that, baby?"

"You mean I should let them touch me if they want? Like on my breasts or . . ." Michelle's voice trailed off and when she saw that was what Greg meant, she complained, "but that's so slutty, Greg. They'll think that I-I'm a whore or something."

"So what?" Greg shot back, slightly raising his voice. "You'll never see them again. It's not like any of these men go to our church or are neighbors. Nothing like that. So why worry about what they'll think?"

Michelle stared at her glass of green alcohol, then took a lady-like sip. She looked at Greg resignedly and murmured, "I guess you're right. I just feel funny about it, is all."

"Of course I'm right," Greg retorted. He patted Michelle's thigh again and started to rise from his seat, then bent to whisper in her ear, "relax, honey, and enjoy yourself. I'll be back shortly."

Without a look back at her, Greg made his way through the tables and left the bar. He stood outside on the sidewalk a minute, unsure of what he would do to pass the time, then decided to go to the car where he had left his cigarettes. Michelle didn't like him to smoke, but right then Greg needed one more than he ever had. His insides were trembling with the excitement of the night's events and the thoughts of Michelle getting fucked by several men really made him horny. He needed something to slow himself down and Greg felt a cigarette right then would certainly help. When he reached the corvette, Greg fished a cigarette out from under the seat where he kept them hidden and lit it with trembling hands. Greg studied his hands for a moment, amazed at the effect his realized fantasies were having on him. "What a high!" Greg exclaimed to no one. He suddenly decided to drive around the town and see if there was anything going on, so Greg cranked the big engine and peeled rubber away from the curb.

Greg drove around the few city blocks of the downtown area a few times, not seeing much activity, other than the usual street-walking gays that congregated around the shuffleboard park. After about twenty minutes of such aimless driving, Greg headed back to where he had previously parked the car and walked back up to the bar. He swung open the heavy door and stood just inside for a few seconds and looked for Michelle. She was no longer at the bar and he didn't see her at any of the tables. He didn't see the noisy foursome that had sat behind them, either. Then he heard their voices to his left and turned to see the four men and Michelle seated in a booth. Michelle was seated between two of the men with the other two sitting across from them and she seemed to be having a pretty good time. She didn't even notice Greg walking up to the booth, but no wonder, with her mouth glued to the guy's in the back of the booth. At first Greg felt a twinge of jealousy but then quickly dismissed it as a wave of excitement enveloped him at the sight of his wife tongue-locked with some stranger.

One of the men must have seen him approach the booth, because Michelle and her kissing partner suddenly broke their embrace and she looked at him like a deer caught in a car's headlights. Her look didn't go unnoticed to Greg and he wondered why she would feel like she had been caught doing something she wasn't supposed to be doing when he had told her to even let men feel her. As he stood at the side of the booth, Greg could see that there had been plenty of feeling going on, too. Michelle's skirt was clear up to her waist and one breast was out of her blouse. She saw where he was looking and immediately pulled her skirt down, then a little fearfully greeted Greg. "Oh, hi, honey. I didn't see you walk in." She then tried to explain what had been going on and why she was sitting with the four men. "We were just talking about places we've been. These guys travel all over the US."

Greg could tell be the way Michelle was rushing her words that she was afraid he would be mad at her for sitting with the men and it amused him. The man sitting on the outside of the booth next to Michelle got up and motioned for Greg to sit down next to Michelle and Greg thanked him as he squeezed into the booth next to Michelle. He decided to put her and the men at ease and laughed, "yeh, I saw the talking you all were doing. What I want to know is why you pulled your skirt down, baby." Even as he spoke, Greg reached down and pulled Michelle's skirt back up to her waist. "You know I like you naked, so you don't need to cover up just because I'm here."

All of the men were relieved that Greg wasn't upset or going to start anything over his wife sitting with them. Immediately, their previous chatter was renewed and Greg could see Michelle visibly relax. He ran his hand up her thigh and felt of her pussy. It was obvious from the puckered pussy lips that she had been fingered thoroughly, too. Greg even felt some of her cunt juice coating her entire crotch, she was so wet. That realization made his cock throb and Greg now knew that his ultimate fantasy would happen that night. He was going to see his wife get gang-banged and his excitement was hard to contain.

The man sitting on the other side of Michelle stuck his hand out and announced, "I'm Carl." Greg took his hand and gave it a firm shake, then Carl proceeded to introduce the others in the booth. He pointed first at the one sitting directly across from him and said, "that weasel there is Joe, and next to him is Charlie, and the other buzzard is Mack." All of the men laughed at Carl's introductions and shook hands with Greg, then Carl spoke again, "hope you don't mind us sitting with your pretty lady here. We saw you had left and I thought I'd ask her to dance and one thing led to another. You know how it is when you're in a strange town, don't you? Nice to have some pretty company." Carl beamed at Michelle as he made the compliment, obviously quite taken with her beauty and, from the way things had been going, hopeful that he was going to get into her pants.

Greg spoke to Michelle, "well, did you enjoy your dancing, baby?"

Michelle's face brightened up as she answered, "I sure did! Everyone of them asked me to dance. But Carl couldn't keep his hands off my behind," she playfully teased the man next to her.

In his own defense, Carl interjected, "well, what you expect a man to do when you leave your skirt open? I figured that's why you kept it unzipped."

Carl's statement gave Greg the opening he had been looking for, "that is why I told her to keep it unzipped, Carl. Hell, I wanted to give you guys a treat. I'm glad you took the opportunity." He meaningfully rubbed Michelle's exposed pussy and continued, "I can tell you did more than feel her ass, too. You sure got her all hot wet!" Greg laughed to indicate he didn't mind then pulled Michelle's left leg over on top of his, spreading her pussy wide. Greg issued his invitation, "you don't have to stop feeling her just because I'm here, you know."

Greg didn't have to repeat himself, for Carl quickly put his hand between Michelle's legs and began to enthusiastically finger her soaking-wet pussy. Michelle spread her legs further, putting her right leg over Carl's as she slid down in her seat a little. Greg knew that Michelle loved being fingered almost as much as being fucked and he also knew that in no time at all she'd be begging to be fucked. Once she was aroused enough, she lost all of her inhibitions. The men sitting across the table leaned forward to watch their friend finger Michelle, noisily proclaiming that they wanted some of the action too. Charlie reached across the table and pulled Michelle's blouse open, releasing her full breasts, and began to lightly pull on first one nipple and then another, gradually working each to a fully erect state. It was obvious that Michelle was responding to the attention as she sat back against the seat with her eyes closed and mouth partially open, her chest beginning to rise and fall sharply with her rising passion. Greg was all too familiar with how Michelle was so quick to respond to sexual stimulus. Usually, just a light touch on her private parts was enough to elicit an overwhelming urge for sex, but having the attention of two men was like pouring gasoline on a burning fire.

Mack wistfully complained, "god, I wish now that I hadn't given up my seat. Man, she's hot!"

Greg couldn't resist the opportunity and got up from the bench seat. "Well, Mack, it's only fair that I give it back to you. Come on. We'll swap places."

Mack couldn't believe his good fortune and quickly jumped out of his seat and took his place next to the finger-fucked Michelle. He wasted no time in beginning his own exploration of her body, his hands roaming over her bronzed skin, feeling the silky hairs above her pussy and dipping one finger inside her alongside Carl's. The two fingers in her burning cunt made Michelle squirm with sensual delight and low moans escaped her throat. Greg saw the sharp intake of breath when Mack bent over and took one nipple in his mouth and he knew that Michelle had just had her first orgasm, although it was nowhere near the climaxes she was capable of having. It was just a preliminary release of the orgasmic tensions he could see was building in her.

Greg felt it was time to really get some action going while Michelle was at her peak of arousal, so he asked no one in particular, "you guys got a hotel room or something? We need to get Michelle out of here before we all shoot our loads."

Both Joe and Charlie chimed in at the same time, "oh, yeh, let's take her to our room."

Carl happily expressed all of their feelings. "Al-l-right! Party time!" He pulled Michelle's skirt back down and helped Mack shove her tits back inside her blouse in a speedy preparation to leave. Greg never saw guys so eager and ready to leave a bar. "But then, you have to understand their motivation", Greg thought. As soon as Carl and Mack had Michelle somewhat presentable, all six got up and headed for the door, the men besides themselves with anticipation. As they headed up the sidewalk towards the small hotel, Carl put his arm around Michelle and stuck his hand in the still-unzipped opening of her skirt. He heard Carl compliment, "Michelle, baby, you have such a nice ass." Everyone laughed while Joe, Mack and Charlie jockeyed for position on the other side of Michelle, wanting to enjoy some of the benefits that Carl was receiving. Joe did manage to stay next to Michelle long enough to tilt her face up an hungrily kiss her full lips before being pushed aside by Charlie.

When they got to the hotel, Carl happened to think how it would look if all of them walked in with a woman when the desk clerk knew they hadn't checked in with one. It was Joe who suggested, "why don't Greg and Michelle go around back to the fire escape and we'll let them in when we get to our rooms?"

"Yeh, that'll work!" Mack exclaimed. "Our rooms are on the second floor and I remember seeing the fire escape go all the way to the roof when we parked our cars in the back."

Everyone nodded agreement to the plan and, while the four men entered the hotel, Greg led Michelle around the back to the alley that ran the length of the block. He knew of the fire escape, as he knew just about everything there was to know of the downtown area, having pretty much grown up on the streets of Fort Lauderdale. He and Michelle made their way up the metal steps of the rickety fire escape and waited on the landing outside the second floor hallway. Greg took the opportunity to stick his hand up Michelle's skirt and finger her some more while they waited, wanting to keep her desire at a fever-pitch for what was to come. Through the glass in the metal door he could see the four men hurrying down the hall, seeming like children trying for first place. Greg thought they were comical the way they were acting over Michelle, but he was glad they were so eager.

Charlie was the first one to the door and he fumbled with the heavy slide bolt that locked the door but couldn't seem to budge it. Carl pushed him out of the way and after a couple of hard jerks, managed to get the steel bolt to slide back. He slowly opened the door, trying to keep it from squeaking on the seldom-used hinges. As soon as the door was open wide enough, Greg pushed Michelle through the opening and quickly followed her. Carl had grabbed Michelle as soon as she came through the door and was already hugging her and rubbing her firm butt, leaving Greg and Charlie to close the door and slide the bolt back in place. As soon as they were finished, the six of them headed down the hallway to the front of the hotel, where Joe quickly unlocked the door to the room that he and Carl were sharing.

As soon as they were all inside and the door closed, Carl had Michelle in his arms and was deep-tonguing her. Michelle wrapped her arms around his neck and was hungrily pulling on his six-foot frame as though she wanted to climb his body. Fortunately, her passion hadn't lessened at all during the short time since they had left the bar and this drove all of the men in the room to further arousal. Carl was untying Michelle's blouse while Joe was behind her, undoing the single button holding up her skirt. In an instant Michelle was stripped naked, except for her white shoes, for all of them to bask in her gorgeous body. Carl held her at arm's length and let his eyes wander over every delicious inch before declaring, "god, girl, how did you ever get to be so beautiful?" He then looked at Greg and shook his head in disbelief. "You're one lucky bastard, Greg." Carl then pulled Michelle tightly against his body and resumed kissing her as his erection built between them. In the meantime, Joe was still behind Michelle, tracing her curves with his fingers as he admired how flawless she was. After a minute of teasing her skin, Joe's hand disappeared in her crotch. Michelle immediately spread her legs in response, hungry for any probing of her aching sex tunnel. Joe was able to finger her for just a few seconds before Michelle swung her legs up and around Carl's waist, locking her ankles behind his back, feeling his rock-hard cock pushing against his pants into her belly. Her change in position only made it easier for Joe to apply his digital arousal of Michelle's pussy and soon he had two fingers in her and was moving his arm like a jack hammer.

Michelle's moans escaping for her tongue-probed mouth became louder and more urgent, almost insistent. Her passion didn't go unnoticed with Carl as he carried her to the bed and gently laid her down. Michelle unlocked her ankles and spread her legs wide while Carl quickly slipped off his pants and underwear. Joe had cussed when Carl had taken Michelle's hot pussy from him, but he had quickly recovered and was at Michelle's head while Carl undressed. He pulled his skinny cock out and Michelle unhesitatingly rolled on her side and, in one swift move, buried the whole length in her mouth, her soft, pouty lips mashing against Joe's zipper. The other three men could just stand and watch in awe as Carl got between Michelle's legs, rubbed his extra-thick cock up and down her drenched slit a couple of times and then plunged all the way inside her.

Michelle's reaction was immediate as she curled her back inward, bringing her pelvis up to meet Carl's first plunge. Then, as Carl worked his veined prick in and out in slow strokes, Michelle would rock her pelvis while her pussy muscles squeezed the pleasure-giving rod inside her. Greg was very familiar with that movement of Michelle's. He had known few women who could fuck like his wife, who knew instinctively what felt good for a man. She had what he had often heard was a 'snapping pussy' and she sure knew how to use it. And all of her attention wasn't focused on getting her cunt filled, either. She was still able to work her mouth and tongue in her feverish, all-devouring manner that could suck a man's balls dry. Which is exactly what she did to poor Joe. He didn't even last two minutes before shooting his load of aged cum in Michelle's mouth, apologizing over and over for doing it in her mouth. Little did he know that Michelle actually loved the taste of cum and it only served to make her fuck more wildly, if that was possible.