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Arousing Leigha Ch. 01

By: SweetLeigha



Chapter One: In Retrospect

Leigha looked out the window at the wide span of mountains. No matter how many times she saw them or how long she had lived there, she was still totally in awe of the beauty.

Today, they were on the way to Salt Lake City. Even the sound of the big diesel pulling them along was a quiet comfort to her. The purple Kenworth seemed to take each hill in stride, carefully navigating every long curve with Marty's skillful hands. 

He had been making the trip at least once a week for the past few years and knew every hill, every dangerous curve and, of course, every truck stop by heart. In the past she had been able to ride with him only on occasion but in the past month it seemed like it was pretty close to an every week thing. 

She glanced again over at Marty. Just like the countryside, she never tired of looking at him. They had been married four years and lived in Wyoming for three. He was a very handsome man and she loved him. He was always very thoughtful and as accommodating as could be.

Recently that was even more true than usual. In the past, their sex life had always been a comfort to her. She loved it when he lay on her and entered, softly but strongly filling her body with his. The nice slow orgasms he produced were always fulfilling. Of course there were times when she was very attracted to certain other men but she had always felt their love life was fantastic and their marriage was certainly wonderful.

Lately, though, there had been some massive changes in their lives. His recent tenacity when they were in bed, his new appetites, and a new aggressiveness he had never shown before. Not that she was complaining. She knew that her own sexual appetite in the past month had somehow become voracious in itself. All of Marty's new attention with his hands and mouth were more than welcome and his soft screwing had become poundings. She couldn't seem to get enough, almost as if her new sex needs were driven from outside.

For some reason these torrid sessions and the "invitation to ride" always came immediately after one of her visits to Doctor Ryan's office, often within hours. She didn't know exactly what was fueling their sexual appetites; her totally lack of pain after each of those visits or the fact that, for some reason, her pussy and her senses were on fire for many hours if not days each time she left his office. 

There were limits, though. She was still uncomfortable with the new little painting on the side of the truck. It said "Ridin' Leigha" on it and depicted a girl in a real short skirt leaning forward over a table, bent at the waist with her hands in front bracing her. Her legs were slightly bent and wide open. A man was in between them, grasping the girl's hips with each hand, very obviously making love to her from behind. 

The problem was that the girl was an exact likeness of herself, right down to hair length and shape of legs. It was really embarrassing knowing that people she knew could see it.

She looked down at the little green book lying on the console separating them. That's one thing about traveling in a big truck. There is a huge amount of space between the seats. She smiled inwardly at the novel. Oh, she saw plenty of "adult" bookstores along the highway trying to entice the drivers in, but she was amazed that her sweet Marty was hooked on them.

It just wasn't his personality. Or rather, she hadn't seen any of this until just recently. But, all of a sudden, he seemed to get a kick out of her reading them. Actually, they were all stupid and she told him so. They were all the same. Very little story and a lot of "I-I-I-m-m-m-m-m cu-u-u-u-m-m-m-i-i-i-n-n-n-n-g-g-g-g-g" 

Just the thought of it made her giggle. But if that's what he wanted, it was a small way to please him. 

And he was just as intense about what she wore on these trips. For some reason he wouldn't let her even entertain the thought of jeans. It had to be dresses or very, very loose wide legged shorts.

Again, if that's what he wanted so be it, she thought.

With that in mind, she slowly picked the book up, thumbed through it casually, and started to idly read.

Marty watched Leigha out of the corner of his eye. Whenever she picked up one of the books he provided he tried to be as casual and inconspicuous as possible. He certainly didn't want to do anything that detracted away from the situation and bring her attention to him. He carefully reached down beside the left side of his seat and touched a little timer he carried with him, one that was always out of view of Leigha.

He was already starting to get antsy, feeling the erotic tension as it began to rise in the cab. He knew Leigha laughed off the books. The thing was, it never failed to turn her on.

Just a month or so ago it wouldn't have happened. But now, it was different. There had been sort of a rebirth with the two of them recently, drastic changes that he would have never dreamed possible. Out of those life changing experiences that effected them was Leigha and masturbation. 

It was only a month or so ago that, during an intense foreplay period, she had agreed to let him watch her bring herself off.

It only took once! After that, he didn't hide the fact that he had a huge appetite for it. She didn't come across often but just enough to keep the thought alive and his heart pumping.

What he discovered was that she needed a "jump start" in order to do it without any inhibitions.

The idea of the books on these long rides wasn't his. Instead, a close friend suggested that he "accidentally" leave one of them in his truck and let her find it. She bashed him verbally about it at first, but when it all quieted down and she dared to venture inside it's cheap covers she became hooked. After that, he made sure he had one for her to "accidentally discover" on each trip. He really had no idea how erotic it would become.

Leigha would start out reading at some point on the trip. Normally it was within an hour after leaving town. Once she started reading, they never spoke. She would shake her head and laugh out loud at the book but always continued to read. It varied, but on a good day it would be about thirty minutes or so before she started showing the first signs of it affecting her.

Her fingers would start to bend back and forth against the pages of the book, not going anyplace but more like she were gently rubbing her clit. Whenever it happened, Marty knew the show was to begin.

Leigha was right handed so five to ten minutes later she would shift the book into her left hand. Slowly, her right hand would start its move. Slowly, quietly, it began. The miniscule inching up of her skirt or loose shorts. Tiny, tiny movements that brought the hem up inch by tantalizing inch. 

Marty loved when she wore long skirts. That slow, agonizing process of the cloth inching up so slowly, so erotically. That in itself would almost make him come. He had to be careful not to touch himself or it would.

Over a period of time, the crotch of her panties would come in view. That's when she would start to tease herself, her finger sliding lightly over her cloth covered pussy as she was getting deeper and deeper into the book. At this point she was no longer laughing or ridiculing the story. Instead, she was totally engrossed while it was producing its intended effect on her.

When she teased herself to the point of breaking, her fingers always found and slid under the right leg band of her panties. Once she slipped under and began touched her clit there was no guessing: there was an immediate reaction from her hips. Her torso thrust up, her hips moving to meet her fingers.

From there, it was just a matter of watching her build. As it intensified her ass always started a slow gyration on the seat. As the time approached, it never failed that Leigha would lay the book down, look out the right window, and begin her orgasm. Her feet always jammed into the floorboard and her head would force back hard against the back of the seat, lifting her body slightly off the seat.

And then she became vocal. Very vocal. She absolutely abandoned herself to her pleasure, not caring that Marty was in the cab with her. When she was through, she would look out the window again or close her eyes, her hand never leaving her crotch. It wasn't a bit unusual for her to continue until she came three or four times, going back to the book each time until the combination of the action of her hand and the stimulation from the book swept her over.

Today, Marty watched as she did it again. As always, he was absolutely hard with her performance. He checked his timer. It had taken her thirty-eight minutes from the time she had started reading to the time she started to inch her skirt up. Once she started rubbing her pussy it took her nine minutes to come. It was a little side game he played and found of extreme interest. It was incredibly fun and erotic.

Today was a bit too much for Marty. It was not at all unusual for him to pull over as soon as possible and take Leigha right there in the cab. Most of the time it was at a truck rest. Today was different. The timing was such that an "off the road" pullover was just not available and he wasn't going to let his hard-on burst in his pants.

Leigha was breathing heavily and her fingers still caressing her swollen clit while her ass was squirming nonstop on the seat. He wasn't going to waste the moment.

Thank goodness he was nearing the top of a large hill and there was safety shoulders wide enough for him to pull over. When he stopped and set the brakes and emergency lights he was over on her side, his knees on the floorboard and his face between her legs. Today, he didn't want to waste even a drop of what she had created for him to devour.

Leigha slid down in the seat and sprawled out, opening her legs wide before dropping them over Marty's shoulders. This was part of the "new" them that she loved. She knew he would work fast today, bringing her off with his tongue and licking every bit of wetness from her before taking her with his hard cock in a whirlwind fashion before coming.

She had come to love it, accepting it as the best part of the trip.

Five minutes into it she was moaning lightly, her hips moving in large circles as Marty slowly licked her and darted his tongue in and out of her wetness. Her eyes were almost closed, lids drooping in the warm feelings washing through her.

But not all the way closed.

She saw the crease in the hat first. Then the brim and finally the eyes hidden by the sunglasses.

State trooper!

He had stepped up on the steps of the truck without either of them hearing him.

Frozen in the throes of an orgasm and not knowing what to do anyway she just stared at him and came, her mouth opening in a long moan as her body stiffened then quaked with the orgasm.

Her eyes never left the intruder's. Without a word, he smiled and slid down, out of sight.

Just then Marty came up and mounted her, thrusting himself inside her in what she knew would be a thirty second fuck.

She was too stunned to pay him much attention. What in the world was happening to her?

Over the past few months everything had been so changed, so erotically charged. She had been involved with things she had never deemed impossible. Now, she had stared a state trooper down while her husband's face was buried in her crotch.

And she had just kept cumming!

How could things have changed so fast? How could they have gone so far?

Leigha had no way to know there were definite answers to her questions. There were no coincidences. 

There were players in her life, each of them carefully manipulating until they were influencing.

It's just that she didn't about know about them until it was too late.

          THE BENEFACTORS



Leigha had no idea how much her life ha been influenced by others. More than any master plan, it was more just something that developed out of the wild blue. Slowly developing circumstances based on "what ifs" in the minds of two friends more than anything else.

Their names were Dusty Goff and David Ryan and their first contact with Leigha and Marty happened a few years before. It all came down to a wealthy man and his wise partner being in the right place at the right time. Or the wrong time, depending on your view.

And patience. Lots of patience.

Three years before the state trooper incident, Marty and Leigha had moved to Wyoming to live with a relative while they were trying to get their feet financially on the ground. Marty had lost his job in another town and Leigha's little income just wasn't enough to sustain them. It was difficult living with another family, especially as young as they were, but they had to take what they could. Both of them found small jobs but they knew it wasn't going to work for them. At best, the future was full of frightening questions.

It didn't help at all when within a month of their arrival Marty was working around an old barn and cut his hand on a rusty nail. Not only was it going to cost him some days of pay but also there was a doctor's bill to deal with. They could afford neither.

That nail changed their lives. It was at Doctor Ryan's office that it all started. Sometimes fate has a way of showing up in very strange places.

Marty was in the patient's room getting his hand looked at. He had asked her to stay out in the waiting room, saying that he was okay and insisting she didn't need to be with him. Secretly, he had never had stitches before and didn't know how he would react. They hadn't been married that long and he didn't want her there for "the show' if things went badly. Who wants his new wife to see him pass out?

It was there in the waiting room that fate stepped in. Actually, Dusty did.

Dusty had brought some papers in for Doctor Ryan to sign. He had been with him a long time and Doctor Ryan was "Dave" to Dusty. Over the years their relationship had moved far beyond that of an employer and an employee. Not only had David Ryan turned over unquestioned operational and business control of his ranch to Dusty but also they shared a strong common interest. In more ways than one.

Women. Including Rhonda, David's wife.

It often became the center of their conversations and neither of them seemed to mind it. And they were complete opposites. David had the smoothness and sophistication of a third generation doctor with an accumulation of wealth. Dusty was a workhorse. His ranching and business savvy far exceeded David's ability. That's why he was very wisely appointed to be "the man." There wasn't a person in town except for David and Rhonda that knew Dusty had a master's degree. He didn't flaunt it and nobody would have guessed.

Their common thread was women. And the way they had with them. Their approach was completely different. Fearing exposure, David had to leave town to fool around. He never missed a chance to go to any type of medical conference, seldom taking Rhonda with him. On his own, he was a suave pussy hound that never came home unsatisfied. 

Not Dusty. He had more nerve than that. All those young local wives that the two of them often discussed and secretly desired were fair game to him. To Dusty, they were not just a release for his enormous sexual appetite but a challenge that made it all the more satisfying. He had been with enough of them that there was more than just a little "small talk" about him and his conquests when women huddled secretly and their thoughts could come out in private.

It wasn't just small talk. He was forty-one, toned and bronze from his work, and a tremendous dancer. In that small county, his dancing was like an irresistible magnet to wives whose own husbands had three feet. When the night was over and the prize taken Dusty had a habit of taking each of the ladies panties home with him when the rendezvous was over. 

He had a treasure chest of them, each with it's own story that he knew by heart but would never indulge. Dusty was a cocksman, but even more so he was a gentleman and a secret was a secret.

Through the years, over thirty women in that county had come home at one time or the other without their underwear. Many of them on multiple occasions. Dusty got more pussy than most husbands.

On that particular day when Marty had to visit the office, as Dusty went through the front office he couldn't help but notice Leigha sitting there reading a magazine. Long brown hair, shapely legs protruding from a pair of denim shorts. She was, in Dusty's eyes, stunning. He knew she was new in town or he would have certainly noticed her before.

He stepped behind the desk and silently motioned with his head toward Leigha. Rhonda, who was not only Doctor Ryan's wife but also his office manager, missed the signal for a second then understood. She reached for the questionnaire that the two youngsters had just filled out and slid it over for Dusty's review. She knew that it was against the law but her relationship with Dusty went way beyond that. Way beyond.

Dusty studied it quickly. It told a huge story. And an accurate one. They were new in town and in bad trouble financially.

Dusty glanced back up and then mouthed to Rhonda, "Where is he?"

She held up three fingers. His eyes lit up. Room three. What luck!

Quietly, quickly, he walked through a small door that led to their supply room. He was back in two minutes. He patiently waited until Leigha looked up before speaking to her.

Their conversation was casual. Mostly Dusty asking innocently why she was there and, once told, asked about Marty a little. He sat down beside her not only to break the ice but also to take in her beauty at arms length. Her smell was intoxicating to him. It reminded him of somebody. Somebody very special, even after all these years.

Knowing he was pressing his time, he wished her luck and walked into a little side office. Immediately, he buzzed back to room three where David was treating Marty.

David was irritated at first at the intrusion. It went away immediately when he heard Dusty's voice. He always had time for Dusty.

"Dave?"

"Yeah?"

"That kid in your office. What'd you think of'm?"

"Seems okay." David looked at him. A strong, strapping, good looking kid.

"Did you see who he's with?"

"Nope."

"Do that."

At the moment, David was still busy being "Doctor Ryan" and it stayed that way. He was able to use bandages instead of stitches and all he wanted to do at that time was take care of the patient.

But when he was through he walked Marty out into the waiting room. What was up with Dusty?

He saw her and immediately was as taken as Dusty. He exchanged casual conversation with Leigha, mostly concerning Marty's hand but managing to get in a little personal information as he did.

When they left, he went straight in to see Dusty. There were documents to sign and he had patients waiting.

Dusty brought him to a standstill.

"What'd you think?"

"Shit, she's a knockout. Why?"

"You know that little job we were thinking about filling. They'd be perfect."

David's breath sucked in. He was immediately on the same wavelength as Dusty.

"You think so? Think they'd want it?"

"I'll make it so they can't turn it down. You've got too damned much money anyhow, Sawbones." He grinned. It was the truth and they both knew it.

"Do it." David shrugged his shoulders. He had to leave. He knew he could trust everything to Dusty. The rest of the day's patients got no more of his mental attention than was just enough. His thoughts were all on the long legged brunette that had graced his office.

He would absolutely love to get her in room three.



          DUSTY'S DREAM



That night, Dusty's ideas were almost the same. His thoughts went just a little further. He was sitting outside on the front porch of his little cottage on the ranch, enjoying the evening. There was something particularly quiet and comforting about a ranch at night. Cows, horses and the few men that stayed there at night. The sounds all just seemed to melt together in a harmony that was so soothing.


Arousing Leigha Ch. 01



At those times his mind would wonder. As it did that night. 

If anybody had approached he would have to quickly put the item in his hand away. There's no way he could explain it away.

Not a white satin thong. Brandy's white satin wedding thong.

He sat very quietly and gently ran his fingers over the material. Always, as he was doing it, his mind wandered back to that night ten years ago. That unforgettable night.

He knew Brandy very well yet didn't know her at all. He had seen her dozens of times on the sidelines of the high school basketball games, ones of which he never missed. He was the Falcons basketball team's biggest fan. Like the other girls, she was picture perfect. Slim body, the perfect mounds protruding from her chest bouncing with her movements, perfect hair, perfect everything. But actually, as attractive as she was, she didn't stand out from the other five girls. They were all beautiful.

What made Brandy different was her personality. She was very outgoing, extremely nice and friendly to everyone and a real pleasure to be around. Despite their age difference, the two of them danced together often at barn dances and the like.

She was also sultry to the point of being mischievous. It wasn't so much that she was a big flirt. It was more that every time she walked away your cock was hard and, for some reason, you thought that you were just on the verge of having some of that. Actually, you knew in fact it was out of the question.

It was strange, but it seemed to happen to him every time. He often wondered if every male who came in contact with her felt the same. Probably not. Most likely it was just his runaway imagination.

As was normal for pretty young girls in the county, she went fast. Two years to the night after graduation she walked down the aisle with an absolutely wonderful young man that anybody would want as a son or son. Jason was a great kid, hard working and on his way up. He was just short of a college degree and insisted on paying his own way. Dusty had hired him a couple of times for summer work and you couldn't ask for better.

Their wedding was much like others in the area. Large in attendance, small in extravagance. Folks didn't have a lot to spend on weddings here. In a rare move, Dusty acknowledged the event and attended. Dressed in his best hat and a western style jacket, he turned a few heads himself. 

Not like the bride, though. 

She was in a word, astonishing. Dusty thought she had to be the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life. After the vows and before the reception, she did what seemed to be all the rage then and changed into a different bridal dress that was more comfortable and easier to manage. Instead of the long traditional gown, this was very short and super sexy. Whether that was the intent or not could be questioned. The final outcome was that she looked sensational.

When Jason took off her garter to throw it, he didn't have to move that hem up at all to get to it. The top of her sheer white thigh high stockings was barely covered by the hem of the dress and everybody around easily got a glance of her tanned thigh protruding out of the stocking. You could see the men react to the sight. It was pure sex.

After the wedding Dusty went to a small bar for thirty minutes then headed out to the far side of the ranch. It was wild country back there and there had been problems with wolves for a while. Besides, after the events of the evening he felt like being alone.

About ten miles out of town his headlights hit a car on the side of the road. He would have stopped anyway because it could be thirty minutes between cars out there. But when he saw the flash of a short white dress his heart lurched. Something was wrong with Brandy and Jason!

When he pulled up and stopped he found different. Something was wrong with Jason. And was it ever! He was down in front of the car just heaving, throwing up everything including his heart, it sounded like. The nice groom had taken in a little too much champagne.

Brandy was crying softly, wringing her hands together.

"I don't know what to do," she said.

Dusty spoke softly, calming her down, and found out what was going on.

They were "sneaking" out of town to an old cabin way back in the hills that had been converted to a high dollar bed and breakfast. Dusty knew the owner and had spent many nights there, never alone. The problem was that it was still ten miles away on a rough road and she was almost as high as Jason. Neither was in condition to drive. Their parents should never have let them leave the wedding.

There wasn't much choice. He was going to have to leave his truck and drive them on to the cabin. He could always pick up his truck later after they called him on their cellular phone for a ride home. Brandy begged him to keep it secret.

It took a few minutes and a few stops to accommodate Jason before he could get them there but they made it. Among abundant and profuse apologies from the couple, Dusty helped Brandy get Jason on a bed where he immediately passed out.

Brandy was beside herself, fretting away about the situation. Dusty could tell she was as much disappointed and ashamed of their situation as she was scared. He took a few minutes to calm her down, letting her know that the worse was over. Jason was off the road and sleeping. The rest was up to his body and it would take care of that, probably before the night was over but definitely by the next day. 

"Oh, you still have your honeymoon night somewhat intact," he laughed. At the same time he was totally aware of her proximity. In her carelessness not only was that short white dress doing a terrible job of concealing her breast spilling out of a tiny bra but also she was giving him frequent glimpses of white panties. Tanned bare legs protruding from the top of white stockings was abundant.

And as he knew, she was two sheets to the wind herself. How was he going to walk away and leave the two of them as they were? He couldn't, but they were on their wedding night!

Brandy resolved the problem for him.

"Can you stay for a while? Maybe to see if he wakes up?"

He couldn't say no. Then, there came a little surprise.

She came out with a bottle of wine and two fancy glasses.

"My Grandmother gave this to me and said I needed to have some on my wedding night for luck. He can't have it. Will you drink a glass with me?"

He started to tell her she was already well past the point of needing additional alcohol but thought better and nodded. It was her wedding night and he wanted her to remember it forever. And he would be part of that memory.

"Sure, it would be an honor."

He popped the little cork for her and they sat on a swing seat on the front porch, looking into the darkness. There was a pale light coming out of the living room onto the porch and the moon and stars were out. It was a beautiful night.

After a few minutes she either relaxed and saw the humor in it all or the additional wine did the job. She loosened up and started to laugh as they spoke.

"It's beautiful out here tonight. Just as I imagined it. Too bad old dummy in there drank too much."

"Don't be too tough on him. You've got a really wonderful guy in there." Dusty was giving her good and honest advice.

"Yeah, I know." She shrugged her shoulders up and giggled when she said it, much like the schoolgirl she still was. 

When she did both breasts almost spilled out of the top of her dress. There was obviously nothing of substance holding them in and very little room for error.

His cock lurched. Normally, he wouldn't see a hard cock as being a problem. Tonight was different. He didn't think it was such a good idea for him to be sitting or walking around with it sticking out of his pants.

She certainly didn't pick up on it. Brandy was really, really starting to unwind, not from just the day but from the months of preparation. She felt good, she knew she looked good, and at least she had a really attractive and nice person to get her through the evening until her dream guy woke up in there. 

Through it all, she shivered.

Dusty said, " Do you want me to get a cover?"

"No, I'm okay." But as she said it she moved over against him a little. Whether or not it was intentional, he couldn't tell. It just happened.

Was it a reflex or was it a conscious move? In a very natural way, Dusty's arm went out and around her, his large rough hand landing on her upper arm.

She shivered again and moved in closer. Then, as if nothing had happened, they began to talk. Nothing of importance or deep thought but more or less just chatter about the wedding, the people there, and the couple's future.

Dusty was as accommodating and talkative as he could be with his heart pounding and his cock lurching. By this time she had somehow snuggled in against him as if they were on a date to a drive-in movie.

Neither may have known when it actually happened. It went from a slight movement of his large hand up and down her arm to a light, light teasing of his fingertips over the bare flesh.

By then Brandy was very much in her own world. The day, the wine, and the soft thoughts of what were to come in the future put her in a mood that could hardly be fouled. She enjoyed Dusty's light touch and the warmth it provided. Her eyes closed slightly and she let her mind drift.

So did Dusty's fingers. Carefully, they drifted slowly over to her left breast. Effortlessly, his experienced fingers slowly entered the top of her dress, sliding down smoothly as if they had a will of their own. The nothing bra she had on was more of an invitation then an obstacle to his roving fingers. Under the circumstances it took no time to find his target. Mission accomplished!

With very little effort he was gently rolling a hard nipple between his fingers. At first there was a slight stiffening of her body, then a noticeable relaxation. What was obviously missing was any protest.

Dusty did a quick inner check within himself. Was he going to do this? He didn't exactly know how far he could press with this but would he abandon any moral issues he would normally have under the exact circumstances?

Maybe he wouldn't have gone any further. Maybe he would have stopped at only massaging that one nipple. Maybe.

If she hadn't let out a tiny moan.

Oh, it was there. No doubt about it. It was small but it was very distinguishable. Through her sleepy stupor she had reacted to his touch. Her voice voted "yes" to his touch.

Carefully, not to overreact to her, he gently cupped her breast under the bra. This time it was Dusty letting out a little sound. My God, it was so full, so firm! If he had ever thought before that they were perfect, he now knew for sure.

He began a gentle massage. In her heavenly stupor, Brandy could feel it. It's just that she didn't bother to distinguish from who it was coming. It just felt nice...nice and warm, nice and gentle. Just like her wedding night should be.

Maybe just a reflex from the soothing mood, she moved her hand up and covered his. Not to remove it, but more as a solid support gesture, letting "him" know that she was under the influence of his touch.

Dusty sucked in his breath again. This was where the men got separated from the boys. Men knew what to do right then. Boys didn't. It was that simple. 

Now, the moral factor was another situation altogether. This was very fickle. We're talking about taking a young bride on her wedding night. And evidently, at least a little bit with her cooperation. Exactly how far would this be allowed before somebody came to her senses?

The old saying is right.

"A hard cock has no conscious!"

Slowly, very warmly, very sensitively, Brandy felt knowing fingers touch her knee. It didn't faze her, didn't alert or alarm her in any way, as they slowly circled and literally inch-by-inch moved up her leg. 

It took Dusty five minutes before he even got to the top of her stockings. When he finally did and his fingertips hit bare skin, they both sucked in. His hands lurched a little. There was a definite spastic reaction from her.

Brandy knew fingers were there. The little circles, the tiny kneading of her supple skin, it was all in her mind. Her brain picked it all up. Nothing was missed as far as the touch. Who was providing the touch was of no concern to her in the fog she had allowed herself to enter.

Finally, the anticipated touch. The one he was waiting far, the one she would either react to or react against. That tiny little wisp of fingertips up and down her white covered channel.

She moaned again, this time a little louder than before. And there it was. What Dusty was looking for. The little thrust of the pelvic, pushing her pussy against his hand.

Slowly, he increased the pressure, the speed. Each time she scooted in a little closer to him, emitting little mewing sounds. She was feeling good and she wasn't hiding it from anybody.

The search, the decision, the move. His fingertips softly and slowly slipped under the leg band of her thong, delving into her wet mound. It was no surprise when the knowing, experienced fingers found her clit it had quickly changed from just a clitoris to a swollen, hardened clitoris. A bunch of nerves that would, at least for a short while, void all other senses of reality.

Brandy was already there. Not that there had been any inhibitions in the past few minutes anyway, but now all she could think of or feel was the touch. It was if she were floating on a cloud of pleasure. She wasn't sure of, and didn't care to recognize, the source.

Dusty moved slowly, drawing pitiful little moans out of her as he slowly and skillfully manipulated her clit. This was old stuff to him. Many women had groveled and reacted to his touch. Yet, his heart was racing as if there were no tomorrow and his cock was painfully stiff in his pants.

As she mewed softly and began making those little tell-tell circles with her hips, he knew he had to make a choice. This whole thing was a time related bombshell and he knew it. There was no way she was going to stay this way forever before she reacted in an entirely different way or, worse still, a hung over husband wandered out the door. And for sure, any orgasm was going to cut it off.

He made his choice. This would be what he remembered.

Slowly, without removing his hand from under her dress, he slid off the seat and slipped his head down. Slowly, methodically, he used his free hand and his head to push the short skirt up until it was to her thong. 

When he removed his hand for a second, Brandy gently moaned disappointment. She hardly recognized the thong slowly moving down her legs because that wasn't the sensation she was looking for. She was fully concentrating on the nerves between her legs.

She was well rewarded. Softly, knowingly, an experienced mouth slowly ascended her leg and a tongue replaced the gentle touch of his fingers. A warm mouth followed, covering her clit while a tongue slipped in and out of her wetness.

A mouth that for over a period of fifteen minutes consumed her, body and soul. Once she was totally caught up in it, once she had slipped past any real chance of reversal, she totally released to him.

Loud moans, grinding hips begging for more as strong hands reached up and roughly manipulating her sensitive breast through their confines, all of it consumed her.

Dusty was caught in a world of supreme eroticism and absolute fear. This was going way over the edge and it could easily collapse on him. He just couldn't seem to stop. He was like a drunk with a new bottle of cheap whiskey.

When it happened, it happened fast. All at once she started grinding her hips real hard against his face then froze in place for a few seconds, her hips elevated off the seat.

"A-a-a-a-h-h-h-h-h," just poured out of her. If Jason were awake at all he would have heard it inside.

The rotating hips became thrashing hips. Then the shudder. The long, stomach-convulsing shudder that tells it all. If it weren't over it now it would be soon.

Dusty regretted it but he made the decision. He took his head away and moved back, pulling her dress down as he went. 

Then he waited for her to recover, which was a certainty.

He was right. Her hips continued to writhe for a while and her breathing was ragged but inside a minute she was starting to stir around as if coming out of a coma and looking for her surroundings.

"Wow!" she smiled weakly at him. She felt like she had just woke up from an extremely erotic sleep. She hoped he couldn't tell how she was tingling all over, how her pussy was so wet and on fire.

She was embarrassed that he was there, watching her with such interest.

"I must have passed out for a while. I'm sorry."

He was surprised she didn't hear his sigh of relief.

"No, no, you were fine," he assured her.

He quickly palmed something in his hand. There had been no time to do anything about it. She would be mighty concerned about finding her wedding thong lying on the seat or porch floor. He'd have to take the chance that later she just wouldn't be able to find it and not know what happened to it.

About that time they both heard a tragic moan from inside.

"My hero is awake, " she said lightly. She said it with love, not irony. Dusty envied him so much!

Dusty knew it was over and he was looking to leave. Just as he was set to walk away she walked up to him and put both hands high on his chest. She pulled him over and gently kissed him on the mouth. It may have been gentle but it was lingering, a full five seconds, and it went straight through him like a lightening bolt. It had been a long time since he had reacted to a kiss like that.

"Thanks for taking care of us. It's not great tonight but we still have tomorrow. It's not very often any more that a groom gets to take a virgin on their wedding night. We'll get it right!"

Dusty sucked in his breath, mumbled a thank you, and walked out into the darkness. His hard would stay that way for a long time.

"Oh, my God," he thought to himself. "What if I had tried to take that all the way?"

Instead, what he had left was satin panties. The thong was as real as his memories.

And so it was. As it happened so many years before.

As he sat on the porch that night he fingered the white satin and thought of Leigha. The beauty of her, the soft personality.

He couldn't help but wonder. Could he make it as special as Brandy?

He could. It would just take a while.



Arousing Leigha Ch. 02



Chapter Two: Leigha's Loft

Yes, it would take time. Lots of time.

The day after Marty visited the doctor he got a phone call. Leigha was close enough to hear and, after listening to a little of the conversation and watching Marty as he spoke, she was sure something was wrong.

When he hung up, he just looked at her.

"We've been invited out to Doctor Ryan's ranch. They want to talk to both of us."

"Who are 'they'?" 

"Doctor Ryan and that guy you met in his office. Rusty."

"Dusty."

"Yeah, Dusty. Did you know he's in complete charge of the Ryan ranch? Basically the president of the company?"

Leigha was surprised. Dusty had said that he worked for David Ryan. He didn't say he ran his operation for him. And she had spilled her guts about knowing her way around a farm. What an idiot!

"They want to see both of us?"

"That's what Dusty said."

"What about?"

"A job, I think. He was kind of vague." 

They both felt a little awkward but hopeful, so they went. There was nothing to lose and they weren't sure what this was all about. But they found out.

What they thought would be a short visit turned out to be a four-hour job interview. The interview with David Ryan was short, casual, and to the point. He basically introduced himself not as Doctor Ryan, but as David Ryan, ranch owner. He took the opportunity to visit not just with them but also with all the hands there. 

He apologized to everybody for not spending more time on the ranch but reminded them that he had a practice. Visits to the ranch were a welcome but seldom luxury.

Even in that short time Leigha was very impressed with David. It was not just the "doctor" thing or the fact he owned the ranch. It was more than that, something that only a woman would pick up. She had felt the same to a point when she met Dusty. David had a silky smoothness about him, one that women would surely respond to and she was no different. Dusty was more of a home style, very manly type. She knew he could sweep an unwitting girl off her feet in no time.

Leigha was a married woman happily in love with her man. But she couldn't deny that David, Dusty and all those approving eyes around her didn't go deep within her. All the way down to the soft spot between her legs that was being gently rubbed by the tight jeans she was wearing. She was wet the whole time. Very wet.

One of the perks of working on a ranch was free food. The lunch that Marty and Leigha enjoyed with everybody else was as elegant and satisfying as any since they had been married. Served family style on long wooden tables, it was a feast.

If Leigha had any difficulties coping with about twenty sets of eyes on her at all times she didn't show it. None of the hands could take their eyes off her and she chatted freely with all that wanted to talk. And as they left, one by one, each hand stopped and whispered something under their breath to Dusty.

Leigha and Marty didn't know what it was, but it was their two cents worth about the young couple. As far as the hands were concerned, these two were keepers. By that time Marty and Leigha knew for sure that they were there concerning a job. It was a little gray as to what it was, but it was definitely a job. 

They collectively held their breath. God, let this be something good! They needed it so badly.

Dusty put them in an old jeep and ran them slowly through some of the ranch, explaining the operation and how it was done. When they were through, they sat down in his quiet office and he finally laid out his offer.

Marty and Leigha hoped their jaws were not hanging open.

The money was not great but it was much more than they made now. But the real kicker was the package deal. In addition to Marty's full time job Leigha was offered a part time position. She would be doing ranch chores she loved and get at paid least some money. Enough to make a real difference.

It was already a good deal they knew they wouldn't refuse. But when Dusty offered them a small cottage on site for free Leigha thought about going over the table to kiss him. Kiss him, hell! She would have given him a blowjob right in front of Marty!

They couldn't believe their luck. And it all turned out to be exactly as promised.

Life was good at the ranch and in their household. Marty loved the truck driving part of the job and through experience found himself to be a bit of a cowboy. He wasn't afraid to try anything and was a quick learner. The men loved him.

As for Leigha, it was old hat. Some things were done differently from what she had done in the past simply due to the size of the operation. But all the basics were there and she knew her way around the barn. That's where most of her work was done. She loved the horses and everything to do with them. Cleaning stalls was almost relaxing for her.

At times she was asked to help in the kitchen when they were short handed but even that was a learning experience. Always, after one of these times, there was a little something extra in her paycheck. It wasn't a lot but over time it paid for a small vacation.

And the small cottage was just that. A small building that had been on the property for ages. Like everything else on the ranch it had been well maintained and they easily made it their home. They even had satellite television.

However, there were two sides to Leigha's world. One she knew about. That included their day-to-day living and work. The weekly trips Marty made in that big Kenworth, on special occasions with Leigha riding shotgun. All the work around the barn, albeit part time. This was the world she loved and embraced.

What she didn't see going on around her, couldn't envision, was not so much "happenings" but more thought processes.

Every day, every night, Leigha was in somebody's thoughts. Not only by a dedicated husband, but also by others who were waiting, hoping. Would she become one of them?

Dusty and David never missed a chance to discuss it. They watched her from a distance, every day being more and more armored with her beauty and sweetness. It seemed to them that she got prettier each week. The weeks and months did her well, aging like a ripe peach. With each wonderful curve becoming more and more pronounced, the woman was just gorgeous. 

Of course all the others knew it, too. The hands loved Marty, but they were all "in love" with Leigha. She good-naturedly reveled in it, accepting the well-meant and sincere compliments from all the guys with grace. They had no way to know how deep down it affected her. 

There was no way that she could stay on that pedestal, be that openly appreciated without it taking at least some mental toll. Her sexual awareness and heightened sensitivity was so exaggerated that she seemed to have a faucet between her legs. She stayed super wet all day, every day it seemed. 

Luckily, they were at a time in life that Marty's sex drive was at the same level as hers. Every night and many times in the day, she pulled him on top of her to be caressed, then filled with that hardened shaft she more and more came to love. 

The fact that their lovemaking had become a bit mundane didn't pass her by. Marty almost always brought her to an orgasm, many times going down on her and teasing her until she popped. She especially loved those times but didn't say much about it because she didn't want him to think their other sex wasn't as exciting.

But there were those days, those times, that she let her mind drift. Her mind would be clouded with erotic thoughts of different techniques, different touches, a little more aggressive sex, and to her surprise, different partners. 

Oh, yes. As dedicated and as in love as she was, it was not below her to fantasize. And she didn't have to strain her imagination any. There were so many men in her life besides Marty. All the young ranch hands, David, and Dusty. Especially Dusty. Maybe it was because he was around her much more than anybody else or his tremendous self-confidence, but there was more than a little attraction there that she kept to herself.

Dusty would "check up" on her several times a day on the days she worked. Most of the time she worked alone in the barn so he insisted on keeping an eye on her for "safety reasons" as he told her. It wasn't altogether such a silly thing. The barn was huge, much bigger than any house around, and something could go wrong, she supposed.

But the barn was something else to Leigha. It was like a little safe haven away from home. Almost like a playhouse. She climbed up and down those ladders going into the loft all the time and would make herself little areas to relax in, smoothing out little sections of hay so that she could lie down and let her mind wonder.

It wasn't as if she were stealing time. She gave much more than she was paid for, often coming in on days that were not necessary.

A few months after she started working there, it was on one of these "off" days that she was laying on one of her little makeshift beds and letting her mind drift. It had been an intense morning for some reason. Marty was on the road on an unusual overnight run so he had not been there the night before or that morning to "service" her. And she had dearly needed him inside her for some reason.

It carried over into the morning and she decided to work instead of staying around the house. As she lay there, thoughts started drifting across her mind again. At first of Marty, then it slowly turned illicit. She closed her eyes and a man, vague and unknown, entered her dream. It happened often enough for her not to be surprised. 

But what was new was her response. Hidden in the confines of the loft, slowly her fingertips began to graze over her nipples, already hard and extended from the provocative thoughts. She allowed herself the pleasure for several minutes before they took a will of their own and drifted down. The long, tantalizing brushes over the crotch of her tight jeans felt wonderful but over a period of time even this wasn't sufficient. Not so much her brain but more her lower senses said they wanted more. Demanded it, in fact.

Again, this was nothing new. Leigha had spent many mornings and afternoons in the little cottage, slowly extracting orgasm after orgasm from her willing body, her sensitive nerves recovering then responding again after each explosion. To some degree it was much more sensual and fulfilling than having the soft sex that Marty offered. With the self-manipulation she could speed up or apply pressure as she wanted, her fingers receiving direct orders from the rest of her body.

And on that day, in that barn, the nerves were definitely daring her to do more. She looked around slowly but knew there was never anybody up there that time of day. Slightly lifting her hips, she unbuttoned and slid down the tight jeans, leaving them down around her knees.

As she moved deeper into it, her fingers massaging, brushing, tantalizing her clit and delving ever so often deep into her wet opening, the jeans became an unwanted confinement. She leaned down and took them all the way off. It didn't bother her that her panties came off with them.

It took only a few minutes before her body reacted, the first offering as a result of her knowing and busy fingers. With a muted moan, her gyrating hips lifted off the hay and her head and feet supported her convulsing body as an orgasm ripped through her shuddering torso.

It lasted for a long time before she dropped back down.

For another fifteen minutes or so she continued to please herself, fingertips lightly pleasing their welcoming target. A second, much smaller quake went through her, more like a dessert than a main meal.

She looked around and through her little erotic haze determined that it was enough. No use taking too much of a chance. Slowly, methodically, she put her clothes back on, stopping ever so often to again brush across the swollen clit. Each time her body reacted, that little lurch asking for more.

Carefully, she eased down the ladder and looked around as she left the barn. All was quiet. All was well. Nobody could know of the fire between her legs that was yet to be extinguished. That would have to wait for later in the cottage, then for that night with Marty's hose. 

As she walked away from the barn, Dusty sat in his office and watched her walk by. Normally he would have called her back and made small talk with her just to admire her body, always resulting in a massive hard-on. But not today.

Instead, he turned back to his computer again. Not only was his cock already hard, it was out and in his hand, the semen seeping as he tried to hold everything back for a while.

Carefully, he pressed the keys on his computer again then pushed his chair back a little. Suddenly his screen was filled with an image, one that he had never expected. There, in black and white, was Leigha lying on a bed of soft hay, her fingers caressing her nipples. He watched as the rest of it played on. It would be the first of five times he watched it that day before he recorded it on a disk and delivered it to Dave.

David and Dusty had a pretty open relationship with all the ranch hands but they did hold one secret back. About five years before they had lost a couple of expensive saddles out of the tack room. Immediately after that, during a Christmas period when things were slow and almost all employees were gone, a company out of Los Angeles came in and secretly installed an extensive and expensive security system. The cameras were tiny, with the decision being made to trade some resolution for stealth. 

The barn was totally wired, both down below and in the loft. There were at least ten cameras hidden among the large pilings and crevices. They all were active constantly and picked up a lot. 

Leigha had unknowingly camped directly in front of one. She was so close the resolution was very good, every action fully in view. With the ability to enlarge, Dusty and David were able to expand until they could, though a bit grainy, see the actual movement of her fingers. 

The show was wonderful to say the least and both looked forward to more. It was a surprised Leigha that was called into Dusty's office and offered a few more hours in the afternoon each week. She couldn't believe her luck! They could certainly use the extra money.

Meanwhile, David contacted the company that originally installed the cameras. Their specialty was being discreet and quick. They were, in fact, a spy company. Two very early morning visits and seven thousand dollars later there were an additional five expensive high-resolution cameras in the loft, all of them tiny yet with color and a small microphone. The loft was now wired for sound.

It paid back dividends even more than expected. After the original experience, Leigha became more and more prone to halt her daily activities in order to please herself. Although Dusty never once stayed in his office for the sole purpose of "catching her," he caught every action. 

The new computer program was so sophisticated that motion sensors could control it. Both he and David fully believed that they never missed an episode. And the sound was fantastic. Just the capturing of her moans was enough to get either of them off. 

But, as exciting as it was, would it be enough?

No. After a while even this lost a bit of its excitement. Their appetites whetted, they both hoped for more. They were sure it was to come.

They were right.



Arousing Leigha Ch. 03



Chapter Three: The Awakening of Leigha

Finally, months later Dusty could sense the subtle changes in Leigha. It wasn't just the multiple sessions in the barn. He knew that was just the tip of the iceberg, that there was much more out there. 

He had seen it so many times before in young wives; the smoldering sexuality, the hidden unfed hunger. As each week and month went by it became more and more obvious in Leigha. And he was right.

It wasn't that Leigha was becoming dissatisfied with her life. But no matter what happened it was if she was looking for more. The job was great but now she wished it exposed her to more people. Maybe an occasional trip into town every now and then or something like that. 

And although she still loved and looked forward to her sex life with Marty, there were more and more times that she thought that maybe there could be just a little bit more to it. She didn't know what. Just a little bit more.

But most of all, the young woman was growing up. It wasn't a sudden overnight thing but over a period of time she began to really realize the effect she had on men. And it certainly wasn't something she disliked. She had become woman enough to accept and enjoy it. 

Sometimes, after a man obviously appreciated her as she walked by, a small smile grew within her as a hidden response. If he was attractive enough, the smile went lower, allowing him to mentally stroke what seemed to be a constantly sensitive clit.

Dusty could see this. He wanted to know more, to know where he stood with her. But how desperate was he for answers? He was two years into this. How far should he take it? 

He was working on little things. His working relationship with Marty was turning into quite a friendship. He liked the young man if for no other reason he was a dedicated worker. At times their conversation turned to women. Mostly they laughed it off but, given the right moment, it is amazing what some will tell.

And Marty wanted to talk about it. That meant everything to Dusty!

If Dusty was reading it all correctly, sometimes Marty was anxious to tell somebody what a beautiful, sexy wife he had and that she was a wonderful fuck. At other times things weren't so perfect. Slowly, not to alarm, Dusty carefully kept it between the two of them as he pulled more and more information out, just a little bit at a time. It may have been just innocent tales, but pieced together it told a story. 

That is, the sex life Marty normally was so satisfied with lacked excitement at times. Dusty wasn't too sure he wanted that to change. He had already ascertained that Leigha was not totally satisfied.

He knew that somehow Leigha needed a sexual wakeup call. And he wanted to be the one who did it, not Marty.

He had an idea in mind but this was going to involve yet another person. It didn't just affect him or Leigha. 

Actually, it all came down to how much he could trust Leigha to keep a secret. And, based on that alone, he gave mental approval. Above all, he thought she could be trusted.

He made his move. He gave it little chance but something needed to move her. To shake her from that comfort zone.

Two weeks later Leigha walked into the barn about two in the afternoon. It was always the most deserted time of the day as the hands were either out with the stock or taking care of business in town. That's why she was so surprised to see Rhonda Ryan's car outside. She assumed Rhonda was there to conduct business with Dusty but it was the first time she had seen her out there without David.

She hummed quietly to herself as she got ready for her chores. Then she froze.

She was certain she heard voices somewhere. Sometimes the horses moving around would confuse you but this was different. She was sure there were voices. 

She felt stupid sneaking around but that's what she was doing. It took her a few seconds to get her bearings but she figured it out.

Somebody was in the loft. But who? And why?

Instantly she thought of all the recent times she had entertained herself up there, feeling safe in the assumption that it was always deserted. Her face turned red with the thought. Maybe she wasn't as alone as she thought. 

Of coarse, that was much more true than she could ever imagine!

Quietly, slowly she ascended the ladder. When she reached the top she quickly stuck her head up then back down quickly to see if there was an immediate danger. She saw nothing.

What the heck, she thought. I'm supposed to be here. Why am I sneaking around? The thought was of no comfort. She still moved with caution.

When she was on her feet she moved slowly toward the voices. Now they were easy to distinguish. One was Dusty. The other was Rhonda Ryan!

And Rhonda's voice was definitely one of stress.

There were bales of hay thrown everywhere, many of them loosely stacked so that you could see through the cracks or around them. She knew she had already gone too far. If she had just made some noise before and let it introduce that she was there it would have been okay. Now, if she were discovered, it would certainly look like she was sneaking up on them. Which was true.

"Dusty, let me go." 

Leigha froze. This time it was very clear. That was Rhonda and she didn't seem happy.

She heard Dusty give out a sadistic laugh. What was happening here?

She reached a place where she could look between two bales that were stacked on others. She could stand up and easily see them not more than ten feet away.

"Oh, my God!" she thought. She almost said it and clamped her hand over her mouth. She wondered how she could quiet her pumping heart!

Rhonda Ryan was laying back on some loose hay with Dusty leaning over her. Above her, both hands were tied to a center post with a harsh looking rope.

"Please, Dusty, let me go. I'm sorry about it and won't mention it again." Her voice was full of fear as she begged.

"It's a little late for that now, don't you think?" He obviously wasn't concerned about her plight. 

It sounded like she was trying to hide her sobs.

"Just let me go. I'll make it up to you."

"Oh, I think you'll make it up to me now."

For the first time Leigha noticed something other than the stressful situation. Rhonda was wearing a full-length dress that buttoned from top to bottom. At the time, she was kicking around and moving a lot. The dress had bunched up and her transparent red panties underneath were flashing constantly. The dark thatch between her legs was obvious through the flimsy cloth.

Dusty was slowly taking his belt off. Was he going to hit her with that monstrous thing?

All of a sudden Leigha quit being Leigha the lady and instead became "a woman." She thought the world of Dusty and this was totally a shock to her, but she wasn't going to stand by and let him hit that lady.

She looked around and saw a pitchfork not more than a few feet away. Carefully she walked over to pick it up. She held her breath that she didn't hit a squeaky board. Wrapping her shaking hands around it, she started to move silently around so that it would best catch him by surprise. She wouldn't think of stabbing him but she would certainly hit him across the head.

That's when she heard it. It was soft but it was there.

A giggle. 

It wasn't much but it was definite. A soft little feminine laugh.

Leigha froze in place.

"Are you sure you want me to let you go?" Dusty's voice was starting to crack a little.

"Ye-e-s-s-s, let me up now. You're nothing more than an animal!" 

Leigha had stepped back into her hiding place and could see perfectly. Rhonda's body had started to shake a little with laughter.

Dusty laughed out loud. Not a menacing laugh this time, but one of glee.

"What have I tripped upon," Leigha thought. My God! She was way too scared by then to move, let alone try to escape. Slowly she set the pitchfork aside.

This was obviously something that neither she nor nobody else was supposed to know about. This could cost them their damned jobs! She was so-o-o-o screwed!!

"So, what do you want?" Dusty asked Rhonda in a teasing way.

Rhonda didn't answer. Leigha realized that the woman was still tied up. If she pulled very hard on those rough ropes it would badly scrape her wrist.

"Tell me." It was Dusty again, teasing something out of her. Leigha just didn't quite know what it was he wanted.

"You know."

Dusty leaned over and gently caressed her breast through the cloth.

"This?"

She gave him a little moan for his effort.

"No-o-o-o-o." She barely spoke.

"Let's see what you got that I might want."

Dusty started unbuttoning her dress. Slowly, in a painstaking manner, he separated the buttons from their holes. After each one he would separate the dress just slightly.

Leigha's eyes were locked on to his hands. Occasionally she would glance at the ladder but knew it was too chancy. What she needed was to become a quiet mouse and find a hiding place. Instead, she just froze in place and took in the entire unbelievable scene.

Despite all of her anxiety, despite her thoughts on how to escape the impossible situation, something else crossed her mind.

Just how long was it going to take him to unbutton that dress? There was probably fifteen buttons or so and he had barely done the top five. 

And very obviously both of them were thoroughly enjoying the maddening pace. He was giving her little kisses, both on and around her mouth and over the top of the tiny bra she was wearing. Rhonda was watching him with half closed eyes and moving her legs slowly back and forth. There was no attempt whatsoever to hide the open crotch she presented.

When he finally went below her waist he stopped and began kissing her on the lower stomach, tracing the very top of her panties.

Rhonda groaned in response. He had definitely found a spot that pleased her.

Dusty slid his hand back up, slipping it under the right cup of her bra, cupping her breast fully before massaging the nipple with his fingers. She moaned lightly and pushed up to him. When he pushed the bra up above her breasts Leigha's eyes widened.

Holy smokes! Not only were Rhonda's breasts absolutely perfect but also they were much, much larger than she would have thought. The effects of having two children were totally absent. If Rhonda ever shoved those fantastic things into Marty's face she would have him forever, she thought. Marty was always teasing her, gleefully exclaiming that he was a tit man! Her own saving grace was her nipples. She knew they were extraordinarily long and he loved them!

Rhonda was moaning slightly and trying to find Dusty's lips as he toyed with her. Leigha was able to relate with her to some degree. If it were she, it would have filled her senses, too. Unlike Leigha, Rhonda had no reason to be quiet and her noises escalated as the pleasure increased. His soft manipulations began to become rough as he pinched her nipples harder and began pulling them out away from her chest.

Rhonda continued a slight grinding of her hips as she tried to lift up to meet him.

He bent over her and went to her breast with his mouth, going from one to the other. Even though his head blocked Leigha's view of the action, Rhonda's enjoyment was obvious when her mouth opened slightly and her eyes closed while she emitted little sounds. Her arms strained against their confines when he alternated between her breast and her mouth, burying his mouth in her neck at times.

Just like that, he stopped.

"Tell me what you want!" He was pretty demanding.

"O-o-o-o-h-h-h," Rhonda was moaning from his sudden departure.

"You know." She whispered so low Leigha could hardly hear. And by this time Leigha was trying hard to hear everything. As if she had bought a ticket, she had slipped right into the scene as a breath-holding spectator.

"What do you want, Rhonda?" This time he was really starting to get gruff.

"Fuck me." It came out soft like a cat's meow.

He wasn't satisfied.

"What? I can't hear you." Leigha guessed he was in a position to be mean and so he was. If it wasn't for the erotic nature of what was happening she would have been super disappointed with him. But for right then and right there, it was incredibly stimulating at the least.

"Jesus! Fuck me, Dusty. Just fuck me." Leigha almost felt sorry for her. She was pretty well begging.

Dusty stood up and just stared down at her for a while.

Then, with no warning, he reached down and grabbed her dress with both hands.

R-r-r-r-i-i-i-p-p-p-p-p-p!! Just like that, Dusty jerked the rest of the dress open. Buttons flew everywhere.

Leigha jumped back and almost fell. It was so unexpected. She caught herself just enough not to go down.

Rhonda was lying there on the ripped dress with nothing but tiny string bikini panties on.

That didn't last long.

Dusty gripped them in one hand and jerked as hard as he could.

There was a quick "snap" before Rhonda could get out an "ouch" and they were off and tossed to the floor.

Leigha's heart missed a beat or two. It wasn't just that it was happening. It was happening right in front of her. Rhonda's body was so exposed, so open. Leigha had never seen such raw exposure as this. It wasn't like seeing somebody naked in a locker room. 

Dusty's hands went to Rhonda's knees and slowly started a slow, sensual trip up her leg, sliding his body back up on her, attacking her breast and her mouth to her obvious enjoyment. Her hips were in a constant state of movement, small circular motions that ground her bare ass down into the soft hay.

Slowly, Leigha's mood was starting to change. For one thing, she realized that Rhonda had not exactly objected when he ripped her clothes off. Was this some type of ritual, maybe something that had happened before? Maybe it wasn't something preplanned, but it certainly wasn't a rape or anything really forceful, either.

This was getting to be too much and Leigha was starting to feel it. A tingle within her was starting to override any protest that she may have had. Dusty continued to partly block her vision with his body but his hands delivered Rhonda the pleasure she seemed to be seeking. His hand finally reached down to her crotch. Instead of touching it he applied a little pressure on the insides of her legs, asking her to open them wider. After she spread them wide open he slowly spread her labia wide so that he could lean back and see. 

But he wasn't the only one that had a great view. Leigha found herself with short breath again. She was staring at an exposed glistening woman with an erect clitoris. She shuddered. She had seen a few porno movies before but this was different. Did she look like that when she was stroked and excited? Was that what Marty saw that excited him so?

When Dusty started a slow circular massage of her clit, Rhonda just wailed, moving her head from side to side. His mouth went from one nipple to the other. When he slowly increased his speed she began moaning loudly, her hips a constant fluid movement. It was a perfect synchronization, his fingers and mouth and her body movement.

Leigha hadn't noticed it. It certainly wasn't anything she intended. But unintentionally, just a reaction to what she was seeing and feeling inside, her hand had moved up to her left breast minutes before. It startled her when she realized what she was doing.

But she didn't stop. She was so confused. She felt like a voyeur, a spy, and a kid watching through a window. And a little bit dirty.

She knew she had to stop. Stop everything. She had already virtually stopped breathing. But what she couldn't stop was the rapid heartbeat pounding in her chest. And for sure what she wasn't going to be able to stop was the tingling. It was a familiar sensation but this time it seemed a hundred times over.

This scene she was subjected to, this play being acted out before her, was going straight to her pussy. And she knew deep down that it was rapidly changing from a small warm feeling to a roaring flame.

Dusty had taken a chance but he had been right. All Leigha needed was a little jumpstart to get her motor running.

Instead of looking away as she knew she should, instead of being ashamed and quietly trying to get away or find a remote part of the barn to hide in, she instead watched carefully as Dusty stroked that wet labia and the obviously sensitive little bundle sticking out. 

Leigha's fingers slowly started removing the top buttons on her blouse. It swung open freely, exposing the little bra she was wearing held together in front with a tiny clasp. When she released the clasp her breasts seemed to just spring out. She slowly slid her hand around and started rubbing her nipples, gently at first but then with more speed and pressure as she watched the two of them. 

Dusty moved Rhonda sideways a little as if he were positioning her. When he had her where he wanted, he slowly slid his face down into her crotch. She moaned and her hips started a very noticeable rotation before he pulled her legs up against his shoulders and spread them wide. Leigha sucked in her breath and an electric spark shot straight through her, hitting directly between her legs. 

She could swear that while he was licking and sucking on Rhonda's clit he was looking directly at her!

And it didn't stop. Several times while he was tantalizing Rhonda to the point that she was writhing wildly beneath him, Leigha felt he seemed to be trying to get eye contact with her. He appeared to look up at her, and then bury his face in Rhonda again. Leigha was standing there rubbing her nipples, her body on fire. It was so disgusting, so shameful. And so fascinating!!

Suddenly, Dusty stood up. Leigha froze in place. He had definitely seen her. Surely he had.

But it were so he didn't show it. Instead, slowly he removed his clothes. When his shorts came off and his hard cock sprang out, Leigha's heart pounded even more!

It wasn't that he was so different than Marty. It was just that it was Dusty, not Marty, standing in front of her with his cock hard and curved out in front of him. In a quick mental rush, her face turned red because she knew it was a scene, a frequent vision that had passed through her mind more than just a few times the last few years and especially the past few months.

Oh yeah, many times when her fingers were slowly bringing that little head to life, she had not been above mentally having Dusty as the appreciative recipient of her charms. And to make matters worse, she knew it wasn't always just limited to when she had been alone.

There were more than just a few nights when Marty was gliding in and out of her in his gentle manner that her mind had turned to Dusty. She bet HE wasn't so gentle, so predictable.

Suddenly she was shaken out of her mini daydream.

"Turn over," Dusty told Rhonda harshly. He grabbed her by the hips and flipped her over. Roughly he pulled her up on her knees and again he seemed to take time to position her exactly where he wanted. 

And it was right in front of Leigha's eyes. Rhonda's wet pussy was exposed from behind, her legs spread as wide as she could while still being on her knees. It was all there. Nothing to be missed. Leigha knew it was a raw, hot sensitive woman she was staring at. If there were any doubt, the little traces of fluid slowly crawling down her legs from her wet crotch was a dead giveaway.

She couldn't take her eyes away. Her eyes and senses were locked on the action, nerves on edge and fingers slowly teasing her sensitive nipples. The burning sensation between her legs began taking control like a magnet, drawing reluctant fingers down her stomach to fill the need.

But what was Dusty doing? He carefully, gently took both hands and spread Rhonda wide and started a gentle massage. At first it was her clit, then he slipped his fingers in and out of her a few times. Leigha listened to the response from Rhonda and knew he was pleasuring her.




Arousing Leigha Ch. 03



But his intention wasn't just to provide her pleasure. He was lubricating his fingers.

Again, the eye contact. Leigha was just sure of it but it just shot right past her. She didn't even flinch from her location.

Leigha was sure there could not possibly be any more surprises. There couldn't possibly be something that would stroke or feed her senses any more.

But Leigha wasn't ready for Rhonda and Dusty. She was unaware of their long and torrid past.

Dusty placed his middle finger carefully against the little red bud of Rhonda's ass and slowly applied pressure. 

Leigha gulped, Rhonda moaned slightly, and the first digit disappeared. It seemed less than a minute that the entire finger was disappearing and then reappearing again in a slow, methodical motion than brought shivers to Leigha and low moans from Rhonda.

Leigha squirmed as she watched. As fascinating as it was, she couldn't help but feel uncomfortable with the thought of the pressure Rhonda must feel, the level of pain that must be there. It wasn't like it was an unheard concept to Leigha. But in the past she just couldn't imagine it bringing any level of pleasure to a woman. Even though Marty had obviously wanted it she refused. It had to hurt!

So why was Rhonda reacting as she was; moving her ass in a way that was hard to distinguish as an effort to escape or an unveiled effort to impale herself on the ever moving finger.

It became very obvious. Given just a few minutes of this and Rhonda would be on the verge of orgasm.

She never got the chance.

Roughly, unannounced, a totally insensitive Dusty suddenly jerked out his finger and mounted her from behind. Barely taking any time to lubricate that haunting cock with her juices, he suddenly slammed into her, knocking her forward as he did.

"O-o-o-o-o-h-h-h-h," spewed out of her in one long wail.

Dusty didn't bother to respond. He knew what he was doing now was crucial.

He didn't make love to Rhonda. He didn't caress her. He wasn't whispering sweet things into her ears.

He fucked her. Slammed into her. Jammed his cock in as hard and fast as he wanted.

And he talked.

"Is this what you wanted?"

"Is this hard enough for you?"

Rhonda moaned. Or crooned. Or whimpered. Something.

Leigha didn't know what it was she was doing. She just knew without a doubt that Rhonda was getting a massive fucking and loving it!

It was too much. It was a breaking point that Leigha subconsciously passed and was not about to return. 

She gave in totally. Without either of them knowing it at the time, Dusty had won a major victory.

It was, absolutely and without a doubt, the most erotic and most exciting thing she had ever imagined in her life let alone witness. She was totally captivated by it.

Leigha had slowly gone from lightly caressing her breast to mauling her nipples. Leaving the sensitive nipples that were by then almost too tender to touch, she slipped her hand all the way down between her legs, her fingertips brushing her lips through the tight jeans. 

For some reason she had decided to go without panties that day and her touch went straight through the blue cloth and found a receptive, tingling clit. She stifled the moan as her senses reacted, her hips reacting to the touch. She bent over slightly, hips moving back and forth in concert with her fingers, knees bending slightly then returning, sending her in an up and down motion.

In short, her whole body was a mass movement, being torn between what she was doing and what she was seeing.

She knew it wasn't enough and started to undo her jeans, sliding the zipper down quickly. All at once she froze. Did they hear the little "zing" sound the zipper made? In the quietness it seemed so loud to her.

Evidently not. Dusty was pounding harder and Rhonda was moaning loudly. Surely one little zipper wasn't that evident.

Going straight to a swollen, receptive clit, her fingers found their mark. There was no preparation, no "breaking in" period. Leigha attacked it like she was starved. Just as she knew Rhonda couldn't hold it back any longer, she knew she wouldn't be able to either.

She was right about Rhonda. All of a sudden she raised her head up, throwing it side to side and crying out loudly, begging him not to stop. Either Dusty knew her very well or he was just experienced in these things. He knew exactly how to extract the largest, longest, most devastating orgasm out of her.

And today he wasn't just extracting an orgasm from a willing Rhonda. He had done that many times.

Today, he was putting on a show. An erotic exhibition meant to remove inhibitions!

He defied her, removing his cock from her and replacing it with two fingers, pumping them as deep and fast into her as he could while Leigha watched. It was more than either women could take. 

Leigha's muffled orgasm washed over her, making her lean over against the bale of hay for support as her fingers flew over her clit, increasing the pressure and speed. At a time that she would normally close her eyes, this time she couldn't. Her eyes were riveted to the scene before her.

Right in the middle of it she did a mental freeze. If she could have stopped she would have. But her clit and her fingers were driving her actions, not her brain.

It appeared he was looking straight at her, his eyes glazed, his pleasure obvious. His fingers kept driving back and forth, caught up in the frenzy. Leigha was reacting as if it were she, not Rhonda, that he was actually penetrating.

Dusty had been hopeful going into all of this, but it was unknowingly far exceeding his most ambitious expectations!

He had no intention of letting Rhonda stop coming. His fingers kept driving hard and fast into her, keeping her bucking up and down with the action. Her vision drawn to his fingers, Leigha watched and moved with him, moving her fingers from her clit and inserting them inside, keeping pace with his fingers. She quickly thought of what a sight she must have been, leaning against that hay and pounding herself like a piston. 

He never moved his head back to Rhonda, instead looking Leigha's way as if in a mutual gaze. 

Suddenly he changed positions and mounted Rhonda again. He knew he was ready to come. This time Rhonda had the upper hand. She had been there before with Dusty and quickly squeezed then released around his cock with her pussy, sucking him as if he were in her mouth.

Within seconds he came, throwing back his head and emitting a deep moan that was almost animal. With half closed eyes, he looked again Leigha's way. 

In a fogged mind that just wasn't the Leigha she knew, she let a little thought enter.

"If he really knows I'm here, who is getting him off. Rhonda or me."

She had no idea how true her thoughts were.

Leigha never abandoned her fingers. Rhonda reacted to Dusty's orgasm, bringing her to the top again. When Leigha heard her build again, it was if the two of them went up the scale. Rhonda moaned out another orgasm and it was more than Leigha could take. She went with her, shaking uncontrollably now, totally lost to the sensations of her situation.

It was mad! It was dangerous! It was more exciting and erotic than she could ever have dreamed. The thought of getting caught had now become part of the excitement! Was this really happening to her?

Everything slowed down, each of them bringing themselves down.

Leigha was still a bundle of erotic nerves in need of further release. Her fingers stayed with her clitoris, making very slow circles as she watched Dusty remove himself from Rhonda's soggy crotch. He didn't abandon her, though, slowly and gently nibbling all over her.

He gave one final glance in the direction of Leigha. She stepped back out of sight. This time there was no sex-fogged imagination. 

"By God, I know he saw me!" She held her breath for a long time. That didn't work. It only made her heart pound out loud.

But why did she have this reaction to it? Why this one vision? This particular thought?

"What would it be like to have that his cock pounding in and out of me? Those huge fingers impaling me from behind?" Her eyes closed and she almost came again with the vision.

Finally, Rhonda's voice broke through the vision. 

"I have to go," she said softly. It was obvious she didn't really want to leave.

She attempted to rise, but he held her down, burying his face in her liquid crotch again as if he were trying to drink her juices. As Rhonda moaned again and fell back on the hay, Leigha suddenly had enough sense about her to realize she had to do something. 

Quickly she put herself together and tiptoed as far away from them and the ladder as she could to hid behind some bales. There was no way they could see her as they left. 

She never knew that Dusty had intentionally pulled a stall tactic in order for her to get away. 

He was not stupid and certainly didn't want to lose all the ground he had gained that day. And if she saw what was to happen next that was exactly what would have happened.

He untied her and Rhonda removed her damaged dress and panties. Reaching into a small bag that Leigha had not noticed in the excitement, she pulled out the tee shirt and jeans she had initially worn into the barn earlier and put them back on. 

The dress that Dusty had "ripped" from her was one of many special exotic throw away dresses that she bought from a sex shop over the Internet. Both the dress and the panties were made to tear away easily as part of role-playing. 

The harsh ropes? They just looked harsh. They were extremely soft and guaranteed not to chaff. Plus, they were "tied' in a way that she could have escaped at any time. It was an added safety factor in the event that inadvertent "rough" stuff ever happened. She had used them a dozen times before when she and Dusty played.

As they left, they both were talking and laughing it up as if nothing had happened. Leigha sighed in relief that it was finally over. Any attempt to move was quickly abandoned. She knew she needed to let her quaking, sex exhausted body recover. Her trembling legs were not adequate for the task at the time, her heart beating too fast for any serious activity.

Dusty didn't chase Rhonda away but he didn't make any attempt to stall her departure, either. Every time the two of them got together like this, he got a gnawing feeling in his stomach when it was over. It was a bad feeling. Unfortunately, it only happened once it was over, not before or during.

David was fully aware of the activities between Dusty and his wife. Masked with all the church activities and their social standing within the community, the infidelities between the two of them had started soon after they were married. David loved all the strange pussy that was available out there but wanted the stability and security of a "home life" with a beautiful wife and children.

It took a few years for Rhonda to figure it all out. When she had confronted David about his activities much to his surprise, rather than being put through an emotional and legal wringer, she simply asked for the same latitude that she was giving him. He quickly agreed.

At that time Dave had no idea that Rhonda had her eyes on Dusty for some time. Even though Dusty was a close confidant and employee of David, she didn't consider him as "hands off." If she had thought that it was going to be a problem she was wrong. 

Dusty informed David of her interest the first time she made a move on him and David was elated. If she could keep her indiscretions limited to Dusty it would eliminate ninety five percent of the danger of exposure. Besides, bedding with strangers was so dangerous. In a strange way, David considered Dusty as doing him a favor.

Dusty smiled wistfully as he watched Rhonda drive away before he rushed to his computer to monitor the barn loft. Yes, David knew about them. Dusty made sure of it. He wasn't going to jeopardize a job or friend over a woman. Not even one as totally erotic as Rhonda.

What David didn't know, or at least Dusty didn't think he knew, was Rhonda's fondness for anal. Today had been nothing. She loved taking it up the ass and as far as he knew David was totally unaware of it.

One experimental taste years ago was all it took. After that there was nothing she wouldn't do, wouldn't try, as long as it all eventually ended up with her getting a good ass fucking from him. Many a time she sat in the church choir on Sunday morning, singing and squirming slightly on an ass that was still tingling, if nothing but mentally, from the ravaging it had taken the day before.

But for now, all Dusty wanted to do was see how their experiment had worked. When the screen came alive he anxiously started changing from one location to another then suddenly froze. Over the next thirty minutes, he not only had his answer, but also had his cock in hand; semen dripping out as he slowly massaged it and tried to watch Leigha on the screen without blowing his wad.

He knew that Leigha had been watching. He had made eye contact with her several times.

And now Leigha was really, really worth watching. And he wasn't going back to watch the old footage when Rhonda was there. 

He was watching Leigha live right then, instantaneously and in living sound and color. He could recall and watch the "old" action with Rhonda later.

As soon as she had recovered enough to move about, Leigha had quickly abandoned thoughts of work. She would get to that later. Instead, she was somehow pulled to the same spot that Rhonda had been laying, the hay already spread into an inviting bed.

It was if Leigha could smell Rhonda and Dusty on the fresh hay, feel the remaining warmth of their bodies. Not knowing Dusty was watching her live from his office, she lay down and looked above her head at the center post. Slowly, she reached up with her arms, holding them together and pretending she was tied to it.

Over the next few minutes she kept them there, her wrist perfectly still as she moved her body around, her hips rolling and pitching as she opened her legs wide then closed them again. Just as Rhonda had done. Through memory, imagination, and a sensitive body already sharply honed by Dusty and Rhonda's performance, it became too much. 

Slowly she dropped her hands, one then the other, and began a systematic disrobing. It started with gentle fingertips through the shirt cloth. Before it was over an hour later, it ended with a completely exhausted Leigha lying totally naked on the straw.  

Various stages had come and gone. Fingertips on flesh so lightly it was almost wistful thinking. Hands so rough, so aggressive it was almost to the point of mauling. Sensitive stroking of a swollen clit followed by two fingers being jammed unmercifully into a wet, unsatisfied pussy. 

But what made Dusty finally erupt, what drove everything out of control, was the very end. The last two minutes.

That was when Leigha very tentatively, very carefully, touched her ass with a lubricated finger. Very lightly at first, nothing more than a small exploratory circle or two. Then the push.

It was all there on camera. The tiny push, the slightly larger reaction. And slowly, more. And more. And more. 

Never a frantic shove. Just an obvious experiment. One that, by all of her expressions, was very favorable. 

Then she got dressed and went back down the stairs.

Dusty breathed heavily. Leigha was ready.

He picked up the phone and dialed a familiar number.

David came on the line. Neither identified themselves or said "hello." Instead, David's voice came on very softly, tentatively. Hopefully.

"How'd it go?"

"Very good."

"She went for it?"

"Big time."

"What now?"

"Timing. Just timing."

"Okay."

They hung up.

Everything had gone without a hitch. It may not have produced final results, but it had gone without a hitch.

That's what the two of them thought. But not exactly.

Five miles down the road Rhonda had pulled off on a rough dirt road that led to a small pond. It was pretty there and she stopped by every time she was out that way.

She sat for a long time and closed her eyes. She was still under the influence of Dusty and the fucking she had just received. She loved it when she felt like this. A really good fuck would last her for days. It seemed that the feeling stayed within her and was fueled by every man she met or saw. That was especially true when she had taken it up the ass. It lasted forever.

She smiled to herself about David and Dusty. What a couple of loveable fools!! She had the best of all worlds; David provided a lifestyle and security that she loved and the handsome rascal was a source of pride for her. He was still a nice fuck and she loved to show him off and flash him to other women. 

Best of all, he had a wonderfully large cock that stretched her pussy to the limits. After all these years she still had to adjust to it, but it was amazing how quickly the burning sensation from being stretched turned into such bliss!

Dusty? Well, Dusty was Dusty. She knew she was just one of his many women and she was probably one that he serviced reluctantly. But could that man ever fuck!! And when he hooked her on anal sex she knew she would be his forever whether he wanted it or not.

But right now, Rhonda knew both their attentions were elsewhere. There was a little woman who had captured their imagination if not their hearts and it had been building for a long time. She wondered how many super fucks she had received compliments of their thoughts of Leigha.

She suspected they were now close to having her. And Leigha didn't have a clue.

Ah, yes. Sweet Leigha. Softness, beauty, sweetness, innocence. She had it all and Rhonda willingly recognized it. There was nothing not to like about Leigha and Rhonda was right there in agreement with the rest of them.

But did Dusty really think that she hadn't realized what this was all about today? That she hadn't seen or heard Leigha? My God, Leigha's orgasms and breathing shattered the stillness up there, not to mention the unmistakable sound of a zipper going down! 

But there was going to be a price. If those two jaybirds thought that they were just going to squeeze in and have Leigha without there being payback, some consequences, something fun for her, they had another think coming.

And, as women have a tendency to be, she was absolutely right!



Arousing Leigha Ch. 04



CHAPTER FOUR

ROOM THREE

"Periformis syndrome."

Dr. Ryan looked at Leigha and spit it out. She didn't have a clue what he was talking about.

"What's that?"

"A muscle condition in your buttocks. You've a pain in the ass, Leigha." He sort of held up his palms and shook his head as if it were a joke.

It certainly wasn't to her. Over the past months she had slowly felt the pain. At times it wasn't there, at others it ranged from noticeable to very painful.

Finally, she went to Doctor Ryan to see what was wrong. She assumed she had just strained something and continued to aggravate it.

"What can you do about it? Is it serious?" She needed relief of some kind. Any kind.

"Nope. It's painful but not dangerous. It will go away eventually. For now, we can do two things. One is easy. I'm going to give you a prescription for a mild muscle relaxer. The other is more of a problem but it'll relieve the pain much better. That is, if you want to do it. It's going to be an inconvenience."

"Anything."

"We can bring you in twice a week and give you a shot of a pretty potent temporary pain reliever while we give your buttock a very intense deep massage. It'll not take the problem away but you won't feel any pain during the procedure and it'll make you feel a lot better for several days afterward."

He didn't bother to tell her she could get the same relief from simply by sitting on a tennis ball.

Leigha jumped on it. At times the pain was worse than she let on.

"Okay," David said. "It's a little time consuming. We'll do it on Tuesdays and Fridays after normal clinic hours. See you at six Friday?"

Leigha nodded. "Six Friday."

David walked her to the front office and then returned. He wondered out loud.

"Do you think she heard your voice shake while you were speaking to her?"

And it was definitely shaking, even then. He had to sit for a minute before he called Dusty. He couldn't believe the turn of events. He had begun to think that the tide was never to turn in their favor but it had.

This is not what he wanted, not how he had envisioned his conquest of Leigha, but after all this time he couldn't pass it up.

Without treating anything life threatening, they were going to have Leigha in room three. Not a one time shot like most of the other women over the years but rather on a regular, after hours schedule. And the treatments would last as long as "the doctor" wanted. He knew that, given the fact he was doing it for free, she wouldn't want to terminate the procedure. It was going to feel way too good for her to do that.

And he meant "wa-a-a-a-y-y" too good. He could guarantee it. And it wasn't just going to be real good for her, either. 

Not if she was in room three.

Room three. For three people, it wasn't just a treatment room. It was a cloaked theatre, one of the highest secrecy. One that carried a huge threat to them all. One that, if discovered, would damage their lives forever. Yet the pull was so hard, so dramatic, none of them could walk away from it.

If they had really looked at it, David, Dusty and Rhonda might have realized that it was as much room three that held them so closely together as the sexual triangle they had entered. Just their awareness of the situation made them all equally liable, even though David would take the brunt of it if discovered. For him, everything was at stake...his license, his practice and his position in the community.

Until a few years ago, room three had just been a small treatment room sharing a common wall with an even smaller secured storage area. But when David came home with "the treatment", slowly their minds led them in the sinister direction that now imperiled their little dynasty.

Over five years earlier David had been on one of his "outings' to Albuquerque when he met a doctor from Mexico, an anesthesiologist who was an "Across the Border" guest speaker. During a private conversation the doctor told David of a new experiment he had tried. Injecting a combination of common surgical drugs he was able to put a patient into a semi-lucid state of trance for about an hour. 

During that time they reacted to everything but suffered short-term memory loss and later remembered nothing, much as if they had been drinking heavily. They would even talk and answer questions during the process. It was if they had been hypnotized...being totally aware then remembering nothing about the experience after it was over. 

As far as the doctor was concerned, those results were not anything he was looking for and the process was totally useless.

David listened carefully and asked if he would send him the study he had done. It was of great interest to him. The doctor shrugged and said, "Sure, maybe you might see something."

David couldn't wait to get the information. In the past he and Dusty had visualized this exact situation.

As far as the sedative, the special treatment, was concerned, David knew he couldn't just "do it" to anybody. He had to have some test patients. He knew of only three.

He decided he would be first. Both Rhonda and Dusty furiously objected to that. Knowing that it was going to be very difficult to explain to an emergency room if things went wrong, they had to be very careful. And they certainly needed a doctor on the spot in an emergency.

It was Rhonda that insisted she go first. After hours of exhaustive discussion, they each agreed and the "test" began.

As soon as Rhonda appeared to be under the influence of the substance, David started a small conversation with her. As if through a dense haze, she answered. Not a rapid response but more as if she could barely pay attention. She was lucid enough to follow his words and give at least some response. That was exactly what the doctor had said would happen.

Slowly, carefully, David's hand slid up her leg. He needed to approach this exactly as if she was fully awake, just as if she was one of the many women he had met in other cities and had seduced. Just like any other medical treatment, a procedure had to be established and proven.

Slowly, carefully, he worked his hand slowly up her leg. He didn't know what caused the most anxiety for him...the possibility of the treatment causing a bad reaction or the way she would react to his touch.

But he continued. First his fingertips, then his hands. Finally, his mouth. It was the first time. Caution was the theme for the day.

An hour and a half later, he was stunned. Overwhelmed. Elated.

A completely recovered Rhonda sat on the edge of the table, talking to him as if nothing had happened. She claimed there was no memory whatsoever. When she asked him what happened after she had gone under, he said, "not much." Only that every five minutes or so he had teased her on certain areas and that her body had totally responded. She had also responded vocally, not just responding to his voice but also in response to his touch.

It was the first time. He didn't want to get too giddy about it. Or spook her by over informing.

In fact, he had brought her to orgasm twice, using his fingers and licking her dripping pussy until he was surprised she could take it any more. She had wailed loudly and writhed so wildly on the narrow table while she was cumming that he was concerned she would fall off. He had stopped short of fucking her. That was for the next test a couple of days later.

At the moment, the overwhelmed David needed a few minutes to complete the documentation on his little experiment. After all, he was still a doctor and when working with drugs nothing could be left to memory.

Rhonda left the office and sat quietly in her car. Slowly she slid her right hand down the front of the scrubs she was wearing to oblige her begging clitoris, a small smile forming on her lips. Her pleasure was coming from two sources at the time. One was from the rapture that permeated the whole of her body and mind, a sexual saturation of her senses that would take days to subside.

The other was from the satisfaction that she was pulling the wool over those two idiot's eyes. She loved toying with them!

Oh, she had played the game with David, asking what had happened and listening to his watered down reply. In fact, she had felt everything, from the start of his initial excursion up her leg to the final lick on her clit that was sending her to erotic heaven. The presence of a mouth, the alternating speed and pressure on her swollen bud...she had sensed it all.

The beauty of it all was that it had been like a dream throughout the whole experience. A huge, erotic, sensitive wet dream. She had fully experienced the effects, but never knew the source. If she had not known the real situation she would have surely thought that it was nothing more than a very embarrassing sexual fantasy while under the influence of a sedative. Right in front of her doctor!

But she DID know! She knew that they had miscalculated the results. They were right in their expectations that a woman would react to the touches, the pleasures, as it happened. They were right in their calculations that the patient would leave the office having no dependable memory of what had just happened to her.

What they didn't account for was that her sexual reaction would not immediately subside. A stranger would carry it all away with her when she left, the sensations sweeping through her for many hours. It was just that, without being aware of the plan, she simply would never have known the source.

And those two thought it would all be left at the office. Why tell them? Why should they know that they were sending some unexpected husband a marvelous gift!

Two days later David put her under again. This time he entered her, slowly at first while he held a limited and simple conversation with her. Then he pounded her with his huge cock. If there were to be any misjudgments, any doubts about a reaction, he had to know now. This was no time to be overly cautious.

Minutes later Rhonda was moaning loudly, her legs wrapped around his hips and thrashing wildly as she erupted in orgasm and begged loudly for him to fuck her harder. It was too much for David. He shot into her uncontrollably, cursing himself for the sudden lack of discipline. He had to use the rest of the allotted time using his fingers and mouth.

When Rhonda came out of it, everything was as before. David again gave her a watered down version of what happened but she left the office knowing there was more. Much more. One thing was the same. No matter how erotic the situation and how she had reacted to it she was certain that without her prior knowledge she wouldn't believe it to be anything more than a vivid drug induced hallucination. And she knew no other woman would, either.

There were more tests after that. David became sure enough of the situation that he would induce the coma than step aside for Dusty to take part. Not once did they tell Rhonda about "the switch," but each time she was well aware it had happened. The tell-tell lingering pleasure from her ass said it all. David didn't do anal. Dusty did.

And each time she knew as she walked away that any other woman would experience overwhelming uncertainties about what had just happened. Instead, they would be sexually on fire for a day or so and then have lingering mental sensations for days afterward.  

The problem was that the pleasure from the scam could only be enjoyed by one person...whoever was in the room at the time. And they certainly had to be cautious about how often it happened. They certainly couldn't herd women in like cattle.

Soon afterward came the idea of room three.

Nobody could possibly know. Nobody could be trusted with the work. Using tools and materials from the ranch and what limited skills the two of them possessed, David and Dusty quietly altered the wall separating the storage area and room three. The last and most important step was the mirror and a small speaker.

David already had ties with the company from California that provided security and stealth items. Getting a two-way mirror shipped to them was easy. They never asked and David never offered where it was going.

Within weeks from conception there it was...a tiny, dark viewing area away from unknowing eyes, complete with a tiny little speaker system and poised to accommodate any one of those three who had a special "pass" to the activities of room three.

The question was...who would be the subjects of their appreciation?

This is where Dusty's contribution came in. He was more than aware of the sexual appetites and willingness of certain local women to experiment sexually. He kept close tabs on the appointment book and would tap a certain name. 

Without fail it was not just somebody attractive. It was also a woman that Dusty thought would be very tight lipped if something didn't go exactly right. Somebody whose sexual appetite was so strong that they wouldn't question what happened if things didn't go exactly as expected. For them he knew the sexual experience would always weigh heavier than the circumstance, bringing them back for more rather than making charges.

Prior planning was crucial. Using Dusty's judgment, David would suggest to each of these "special" women that scheduling a special relaxing treatment in the near future would be good for them. Always, it was the last appointment of the day.

Rhonda was a willing and highly excitable viewer. She and David had sat down together and discussed all of this in detail. They agreed not to watch each other. 

Rhonda cheated right away. For years she secretly had fantasies about sharing David with others, watching him take other women. Now, she could live that dream. Actually, she enjoyed watching David more than Dusty. It was as if the whole thing was drawing the two of them a little closer.

Sex between them after one of these episodes was fantastic, totally without limits. On several occasions, she thought he was going to take her in the ass. She was still hopeful about that.

As for Rhonda and the "patients," mostly she just watched. On a rare occasion she would ask to be the one in the room, always claiming that she thought the woman to be "a stuck up bitch." In fact, it was always a woman that Rhonda found extremely attractive. Even though she didn't have any real strong pull to the lesbian side of sexuality, there was more than enough to be curious. 

Mostly, she just used the opportunity to stroke the woman gently, coaxing little moans out in a teasing manner that she found sexually exhilarating. On rare occasion she would gently use her tongue, getting caught up in her own excitement as she took it all past the point of no return and brought the lady off in an explosive orgasm. 

Later, sometimes as they sat in church, Rhonda would watch the woman and smile to herself. What if that "wonderful wife" knew she had eaten her pussy!

If Rhonda had thought it through, she may have wondered about the torrid sessions she had with either David or Dusty after every one of her performances. What ever made her think that either of them would honor her request not to be watched when she was with somebody? After all, she had cheated on them!

So into this web, this elaborate yet still expectant atmosphere appeared Leigha. Although each of them may not have found intense interest in every woman that had ever entered room three over the years, all of them did at the highest level concerning Leigha.

For David and Dusty, she was a long sought after prize, one in which they had invested many months and dollars. Their returns had already been well worth it, but this was the much-anticipated event. Neither of them really wanted to take her when she was under the influence and unaware of what she was doing. However, it was certainly starting to look like this was their chance, one and only they figured, to have Leigha.

For Rhonda, Leigha was more than just another long legged attractive female, one whose soft personality and warm smile led her to wistfully believe, "What if?" She had soft thoughts of Leigha slowly moving her hips in reaction to her talented fingers and mouth. And Leigha's mouth! That wonderful mouth. How would it feel, how would it react to a knowing female tongue invading it?

For her it even went past that, past the lesbian thing. What really sent Rhonda's ass squirming warmly in her office seat was the thought of Leigha "getting hers." More than any of the other prissy women that had been part of the parade, she wanted to be the witness, surely a spellbound spectator, then a participant, when "Little Miss Perfect" went down. And she was going to go down. 

What was a particularly stimulating vision to Rhonda was the thought of Dusty alone with the little princess. How would Leigha feel, what would be her reaction, when that experienced cock entered her ass, his swollen head invading that virgin rectum like it was a tight, tight pussy? Rhonda couldn't wait to witness the rapture, the total submission that she knew was certain.

And after it happened, Rhonda had decided, she was going to give little husband Marty the fuck of his young life. She was going to personally become his educator, his benefactor. She would teach him how to take care of a young wife so she isn't out flaunting herself to others.

Of them all, Rhonda was actually the one that was most anxious. She couldn't wait!

But who first? It had always been an agreement among them limiting which of them could be in the room with the subject and who could watch. Concerning Leigha they decided in a secret, written ballot that there could be no observers. Each of them wanted it to be intimate, shared by nobody. No person in the viewing room, period. All knew that David had to be, at the least, nearby in his office. Everybody else had to be out of the building.

Little did any of them know that the agreement was useless, that wide scale cheating would take place. Even though neither David nor Dusty had any interest in watching each other with Leigha, they both knew they would not miss the chance to watch the two women together.

And any limitations especially escaped Rhonda. Screw David and Dusty! They were going to get theirs. She'd see to that! They didn't know it but they were about to take on a young, new partner for life! 

And his entrance fee was going to be paid by his sweet wife, albeit her participation was unwilling.

DAVID'S RAPTURE

On Friday Leigha showed up 30 minutes early, unable to hide her concern. She had never "been under" before and it worried her. Thank goodness she had Marty with her for support.

That bubble was burst immediately when they were told he couldn't be in the room. Rhonda explained to them that because of the late hours non-patients were not allowed past the locked security doors leading into the treatment areas. She went further and let them know that the outside doors would also be locked. He wasn't really even allowed to be inside the building but since they knew each other she'd let that pass.

In fact, there was no such policy. It was a story they had quickly made up years ago when first confronted with an accompanying husband that would ruin their scheme. It was amazing that not once had anybody challenged them. If they had, they would have simply let them in and blown off the plan for that day.

Today was no different. Even though David preferred that Marty not be there at all, they were going to separate them with two separate sets of locked doors and enough insulated walls that it would be virtually sound proof. The soundproofing was important. Many women got very vocal during their "treatment."

The second surprise Leigha got was when Rhonda handed her one of those open backed robes that was standard clinical attire and asked her to put it on. Leigha hesitated, taken by surprise that she would be in the room with David basically nude. If he had just been "a doctor" it would have been one thing but they knew each other so personally. After Rhonda left the room she complied, though. It was way to late to back out.




Arousing Leigha Ch. 04



At least it started on time. David was very punctual, showing up fully professional, scrubs and all. He took several minutes explaining what was going to happen and how it would benefit her. Finally, he offered her a chance to back out.

"No way," she said. She needed relief from the pain.

It stung. 

When David injected her it definitely caught her attention. Then he had her lay back on the treatment table. Even in her state of mind it caught her attention that there was something about the treatment table. She had been on a number of them in the past. This one seemed so different. It was much larger, both in length and width, and wasn't nearly as hard as the others. It was more like a small portable bed than a treatment table.

That was as long as she had to think. Within minutes she blinked, closed her eyes, and was out.

David waited for five minutes before he touched her. This was a critical period. He couldn't just delve in to satisfy his hunger. Instead, he had to make sure she was fully under his control before he could proceed. He had already established a procedure, as silly as it seemed, that always worked.

He picked up her foot and slowly began to massage it. He knew nobody would object to any extent if they were not all the way under and if questioned he could easily justify it as "having seen something he wanted to check out." It had happened twice before.

She didn't respond at all. Things were going well.

Carefully he took each of her toes and pulled slightly, causing them to "pop." This was totally different. Not only would a conscious woman definitely want to know what was happening but also it was a very sensitive area that would surely draw a response if the patient were not totally under the influence. Not once had he ever had a response to it.

It was time. David abandoned her feet and slowly untied the little string behind her neck that held her gown up. With trembling hands he very slowly slid it off and down her body, inch by inch, leaving her exposed as he went. 

First her breast, then her stomach was revealed to him. There was Leigha...exposed, uninhibited, and very, very beautiful. Even though he had seen her on video it wasn't the same. David couldn't imagine a woman having more perfect breasts. Although not large, they stood firmly out from her chest and were tipped by the longest, most exquisite nipples he thought he had ever seen.

Her flat stomach heaved slightly with every breath before dipping down to that wonderful valley that David had imagined would be perfect. He wasn't disappointed. Leigha had a bit of a protruding mound, covered heavily in a dark thatch of curly soft hair that had obviously been allowed to grow naturally. No bikini trims for this woman!

David sucked in his breath and with a shaking voice said, "Just beautiful." It was tempting to reach out and fill his hands and senses with her bounty but he had waited a long time for this, visualizing many times how perfect it would be. He promised himself not to mess it up by getting in a hurry. And thank goodness he didn't have to share the moment with Dusty or Rhonda. He didn't mind it so much in the past with other women but this was special.

Rhonda would have laughed. While David had been spending so much time planning his approach and how it would be, Rhonda had never stopped with her devious plot, either. She knew that this was not an even playing field and she was going to have to make her own rules.

After she had left Leigha in room three she waited behind her receptionist desk for a while, talking to Marty and watching the clock. This wasn't the first time she had done this and knew to some degree how far things would have progressed.

But there was another little matter that she had to resolve first. A few weeks ago it wouldn't have crossed her mind but now that everything was happening a little doubt clouded her thoughts.

For all her sexual escapades with Dusty and the voracity in which David approached her, she started having second thoughts about how a man as young and good looking as Marty would react to her. Especially having a wife as young and beautiful as Leigha. She had assumed Marty would be interested in her charms but maybe that wouldn't be the case. And wouldn't it be the pits if she came on to him and the only reaction she got was him whispering to others that she had done it!

"What the hell! Let's see what happens," she thought.

Excusing herself for a minute she went in the rest room and removed her bra. She knew her breast were prime and had caught the attention of men for many years. But how about a really young man, totally dedicated to his wife? Even if her tits were much larger than Leigha's. Here goes.

Marty was sitting in a chair right beside a small table covered with magazines. Rhonda came out of the rest room and went to the magazines, first straightening them out then going through them as if she were looking for something to read. In order to do so she was leaning way over, her loose scrub top falling open right in front of Marty's face.

She heard his breath suck in deeply. If it had been possible she could have heard his heart beat harder.

"Shit, she's beautiful," he thought. He couldn't believe she was putting them out on display for him. Wow! Unbelievable.

Rhonda closed her eyes a minute and thought, "Thank you," to nobody in particular. She stayed in the leaning position for a full minute before she returned to her desk with a magazine in hand. Well, that was answered.

It had been instant and she could even see it from where she was...his hard on. Nice and stiff, unable to be hid in the loose shorts he was wearing. Whether or not anything else happened she knew one thing. Marty was a tit man and he certainly liked hers.

What the heck! She knew he wasn't going to be timing her. Every two minutes or so she would walk back over and go through the magazines again.

"You know, sometimes there just isn't a thing to read in these," she laughed. She never stood up as she spoke, though, leaving her breast dangling in front of him longer and longer each time as she thumbed through the magazines. 

"Why had I been so worried," she thought. "This is fun." 

He was as easy as a teenager but his attention to her was already starting to draw moisture out of her. She had her own little "hard on" going.

Finally, she excused herself and entered the storeroom that led to room three. In the past she always made sure that the door was locked behind her to ward off accidental intruders. Not today. She left the door opened a foot or so after she entered. 

With the nagging doubts behind her she decided to at least start setting the bait. For all their planning, no telling how many times she would actually get to set the snare. She wanted to, at least to some degree, get Marty involved in the action tonight. It was going to take a few visits before she would give him an unexpected education about his sweet Leigha.

She knew from his personality that he wouldn't follow her into the room. Not today. What he would do, however, was to be able to hear some of the sounds emitting from room three. She'd make sure of that, turning up the little speaker just enough to tease his senses.

David paused above Leigha, totally unaware of the situation outside. It was time.

Holding his breath a little, he leaned over and brushed her lips with his. He knew from past experience that it would cause no reaction. He just wanted her to feel his touch, her easy breathing pushing back lightly to him. Even this caused his hard to stiffen even more. She was such a Goddess!

He glanced at the wall clock to see where he stood. As much as he would like to make it last all night, he knew he couldn't. His hand went to Leigha's knee and started a small, light rotation. He always wondered just how much of the foreplay was effective but since he got such a huge rush out of it himself he wasn't about to curtail it any.

He took her right nipple into his warm mouth, licking it first then starting a gentle sucking. How large could he coax it to grow? How long would it be before he would get a reaction, either physically or audible?

His hand slid slowly, gently up the inside of her leg. It knew its destination very well...that tight little bundle of nerves nesting peacefully in that mound.

It took minutes that seemed like seconds and then again like an hour. Finally he was there, a finger brushing lightly over a hidden clit while he continued to coax her nipples into life. She stayed motionless the whole time, not so much as moving a finger.

David wondered out loud, "I wonder if she feels any of this."

O-o-o-o-o-h-h-h-h, yes. She felt it!

Leigha was floating. She was in a room but what room. There was a man. Sometimes it looked like Dr Ryan, sometimes like Marty, even at others like Dusty. She couldn't seem to hone in on it. 

One reason was because of the distraction. The light touches that were enveloping her senses. She tried to mentally capture it as it happened...the mouth and tongue caressing her lips, fingers teasing her inner thighs, and especially her nipples. There was obviously a mouth paying her intense homage there. What had started as touches were quickly building into erotic impulses that her slurred senses were trying to grasp.

David knew he couldn't wait any longer. It was time for step two.

He lifted her legs slightly and repositioned himself so that her legs were draped over his arms and his face was within inches of Leigha's crotch. There was a sudden and intense increase in his heartbeat. Slowly he used his thumbs to spread her folds. 

Oh, my goodness. What the videos did not show!

Leigha's clitoris was almost a mirror image of her nipples. It was huge, much larger than most he had seen. He couldn't help but wonder if it naturally protruded out as far as it was or if his manipulations had stroked it into action.

He couldn't dwell on it. Time was not on his side. Slowly, savoring each second and each touch, he lowered his warm mouth and began a gentle sucking. How would she respond?

Leigha may not have been responding to the situation at the time but somebody else was. Hidden in her little dark hallway, the speaker catching every sound, Rhonda leaned against the wall. Her right hand was buried deep inside the front of her scrub pants, fingers gently manipulating her swollen clit.

Her attention was riveted to the scene before her more ways than one. Although it was very erotic so far it wasn't exactly overwhelming as far as sexual activities went. Leigha was a lump, not having a better word to describe it. Rhonda had seen women react much faster than this.

What was catching her eye was the way David was reacting. He was approaching this more with reverence than desire, approaching her very slowly. In the past, most women she watched would already either be squirming with the pleasure of his mouth or be adjusting to that big cock burying deep inside her.

But not Leigha. David was obviously stretching this out, enjoying every second. He'd better watch it, she mused. He might run out of time before he had a chance to give her that cock. Wouldn't that be something if he were to miss taking her all the way after the years of waiting and planning?

She smiled to herself. Slowly and quietly she walked far enough back into the darkened storage room that she could see Marty sitting in the waiting room reading a magazine. She knew he couldn't see her in the darkness so she continued to rub herself for a few seconds as she watched him. What was it going to be like to have that young cock inside of her? And she was going to have him!

But that would have to wait. Right now she had a spectacle to attend.

David glanced up at his watch. He was in heaven, his face buried in Leigha's crotch and catching her intoxicating aroma. My God, she smelled and tasted wonderful. The problem was that to this point there had been absolutely no reaction from her.

Had he misjudged her? Maybe she wasn't as sexually responsive as they had assumed. Or worse still, had he miscalculated the dosage? If so, there may be other factors to consider that went beyond sexual games.

Somebody else was thinking the same thing. Rhonda's self indulgence slowed a bit as she watched the developments. Always by this time there was at least some reaction. She wondered if, by chance, Leigha was one of many women who responded wildly to her own touch but had difficulty getting off with a man. She knew one thing for sure...David had been giving her a wonderful and intense licking on her clit and she had not yet responded.

They shouldn't have worried. Leigha was in turmoil, her body totally aware of a wonderful mouth and exploring fingers ravaging her body. It was just that her mind was so busy trying to locate, separate, understand...she just couldn't get it all in place. She was sure of a man's touch but just who?

She let go. She quit trying to understand, to reason. Finally, her sense of pleasure overrode her brain and she just succumbed to it.

It was small. It would normally not have been a noticeable gesture. But to David and Rhonda it was like a pistol shot.

Leigha's little moan. It barely came out but it came out. At the same time was a tiny thrust of her pelvic, pushing her clit towards the unknown source of pleasure.

She might as well stood up and said, "I'm here!" Both David and Rhonda knew they were on their way.

Within two minutes it went from the barely audible whisper to deep moans accompanying her rolling hips. Leigha was riding David's face like one of the ranch horses, grinding into him and grasping his head with both hands. 

Oh, yeah. Her body had come alive along with her burning senses. Now, finally, David was on familiar grounds. He knew exactly how to manage her and the time left.

It wasn't lost on Rhonda either. As Leigha's moans became louder, more mournful, she slowly turned up the speaker. She wanted at least some of it to reach Marty.

Mission accomplished! Marty heard the moaning and winced. Jeez, even with the medication she must really be in a lot of pain. He felt sorry for her and put down the magazine for a while. He hoped she was getting treated well.

Quite well, Marty! Rhonda turned the sound back down just as Leigha climbed to the top of her hill. She was totally immersed in pleasure, not caring now or questioning the source. David's was her nipples unmercifully hard between his fingers and had abandoned any gentleness with his mouth.

After only a few seconds of intense hard sucking at high speed Leigha blew sky high. Her head came up to watch the perpetrator then swung back and forth as she moaned loudly. 

"A-a-a-a-u-u-u-g-g-g-h-h-h," came out long and hard. If it weren't for the walls dividing them it surely would have reached Marty's unexpected ears.

"So much for Sweet Leigha," laughed Rhonda as she watched Leigha fling her head back and forth with an explosive orgasm. She may have been slow coming but eventually she fell just like the rest. Rhonda's hand had reluctantly abandoned her clit and her fingers were slowly rolling her nipples now. She wanted to stay high, saving her orgasm for what was sure to come. Time was wasting. David needed to move on.

That was his thoughts exactly. He was down to fifteen safe minutes, twenty-five at the most. He knew it would rush by or be an eternity, depending on his own personal performance. There was no doubt about how she would react!

A period of intense discomfort, then pleasure. It was always the same but just differing levels. There were a couple of times in the past that he had to back off, using better judgment over what his cock wanted. Not all women were able to take him without experiencing lingering physical signs of his entry. Several of his out of town conquest had told him so. How would Leigha react to a cock she thought only existed in those smut magazines?

He removed his clothes, dropping them on the floor in a pile. No time for neatness now.

He positioned himself on the edge of the table then slid Leigha forward. He knew there would be times later when he would crawl up on the table with her and mount her head to toe. He looked forward to it, hoping that she would respond by wrapping her legs around him and urging him on with her own thrusting pelvis.

But right now time was a factor and his cock was hard as steel as it waited impatiently for his maneuvering to cease. Leigha felt incredibly hot and slippery when he slid gently between her legs, letting the huge head slide up and down her pussy a few times before pulling her legs high and over his shoulders.

He was ready.

Rhonda watched from her little spy room. Her hand had relocated and was moving faster and faster on what was already an incredibly sensitive and swollen clit. She knew she would not last long and this would definitely be an evening for multiple orgasms.

Marty glanced nervously at one magazine after another and glanced nervously at the locked doors. How was she doing? Was she okay? And what was Rhonda doing so long in that little supply room? Especially with the lights out!

Everybody had his or her thoughts together except Leigha. She was caught in an erotic maze, trapped by the drugs and at the total mercy of her senses which at the time were on fire, flamed by every touch, every lick, every kiss. She knew she was being taken sexually...her body, her mind, her senses all reinforced it. She had just been driven to an absolutely wonderful orgasm. But who? Where was she? What else was there?

She was about to find out. David measured her mentally, wondering how well she would be able to take him. How would she respond? Caution was the way to go.

He allowed myself the luxury to glide his head back and forth along the length of her open channel. Her labia had separated as far as it would and her lips were clasping his cock in a warm, wet embrace as he slid up and down the length. 

Each time he reached the top with his shaft, she could feel her clit rubbing the underside of the monster head, adding to the sensation she already felt and increasing the much-needed lubrication. Then he pressed his head against her pussy and held himself perfectly still, waiting to see how she would react. 

It took about ten seconds but his teasing had taken its effect. Without him moving a bit Leigha started a gentle rolling of her hips, an undulation that was searching for the pleasure that had suddenly vanished. She wanted it back.

"It's time," he said quietly to her.

She heard it.

Rhonda heard it.

He started a slow, methodical motion, letting her get the feel of that head entering her lips, pressing against her entry. Slowly, he pressed forward a tiny fraction with each rocking motion. It was like a rock thrown in a pool, the ripple starting from the center of her vagina and going out in directions simultaneously filling her until...it just stopped! 

Leigha knew exactly what was going on. The cloud she had been in had opened up, much like the sun had come out. Suddenly, she was very aware of what was happening. Maybe she couldn't name a face or place, but she surely knew the event.

She couldn't get fucked with a cock that big without being aware of it.

She gasped as she realized that she had been filled without so much as a small entry. It was like his cock had run up against a wall. He recognized her hesitation.

"Just keep rocking back and forth slowly." He spoke it more to himself than to her. He had no idea how aware she had become, that her reaction was more lucid than most of the others.

She felt almost paralyzed as she followed his instructions, beginning a real slow rocking motion against his head. In her stupor she had no idea that this was no more than just the tip, the battering ram to be followed by a long shaft.




Arousing Leigha Ch. 04



It wasn't lost on either David or Rhonda that Leigha was reacting just a little different from the others. Given the same circumstances the others had a tendency to stay very still as they adjusted to his girth. Leigha had actually responded positively to it.

They weren't altogether right in their assessment. With the encouragement of his words and light kisses, Leigha felt him inching very, very slowly into her. Besides the warmth of his mouth and the steady manipulation of her nipples, what she felt most right then was...stretched! The pressure on the tender entrance of her vagina was overwhelming.

As it increased she started to whimper and moved back away from him, releasing the pressure to some degree. He answered by giving her a real long gentle kiss, moving his hands from her breast to her hips and whispering for her not to worry, that she didn't have to continue. He meant it. He was thinking about stopping right there. 

But Leigha had taken the tiny pause to adjust and once again she started her small motions, inviting his head inside her wetness. 

He could feel her starting to work with him, rotating her hips and applying a gentle but constant pressure towards him. Gradually, slower than slow, quarter inch by quarter inch, the immense width of his swollen head passed through her swollen lips. In her stupor she tried to relax her muscles to allow the entry.

Finally, through her groaning and whimpering, she felt his head totally enter her. Her walls stretched around it, grasping his shaft just past the head. David gasped with the pleasure and his body jerked slightly with the entry. Neither could believe how tight it felt! No matter how much he had envisioned it, there was still no preparation for the real event. She was so-o-o-o tight. Was she going to continue taking him? 

The answer was not long to come. All at once he remembered that he was suppose to be massaging the damaged muscle in her ass to relieve her pain. And he'd damned well better do it before she started coming out of it or this whole thing would fall on its face.

He began to very gently prod her on the ass with his hand, than increased the speed and pressure. He knew it would hurt.

It did. Leigha moaned loudly and tried to escape the source of the pain.

It had a very dramatic and unexpected result. In order to escape the pain she had to push forward against a hard cock waiting to continue its entry.

Just a little, David slid further inside her. Slowly, slowly, slowly she resumed her tiny pumping motions on his cock. Her canal was totally packed, feeling like there was no possible room left for expansion. Any woman would have had difficult receiving it and she was more than aware of the discomfort. 

Through it all came the soft encouragements from David. Slowly but painfully kneading her ass and running his hand up to her breast, he comforted her with small then deep kisses, encouraging her and making sure she was okay. But if she had been able to look down she would have known she had taken no more than half of him.

David spoke to her as if she were wide-awake. Sometimes she reacted to him. 

"Keep up with the little strokes, don't force it. It'll still feel good to both of us even if I can't go all the way." 

She moved forward again, doing her best to relax those inner muscles while dealing with the discomfort of his hand kneading the painful muscles in her ass. 

The change was excruciatingly slow. Through the discomfort emerged the pleasure. It wasn't overpowering or an explosion, but just some nice sensations starting to intermingle with the burning. She felt so stuffed it was frightening, yet there was definitely pleasure filtering through the pain. 

He backed off trying to penetrate any more, staying at the depth he was and very slowly picking up the tempo. For Leigha, it would hurt, and then feel good, then hurt again. He stayed there for a long time, maybe minutes, when she realized the pain was gone and was replaced by deep, deep sensations throbbing way inside of her. 

He continued to set the pace, his hands now gently kneading her ass as it rose and fell. His kisses and the attention to her nipples were mixed in, always at the very perfect time.

In her darkened room Rhonda couldn't take it any more. She leaned against the wall as the shudder tore through her, making her knees weak and extracting a long, soulful moan. She continued to watch the two through glazed eyes. 

She conceded again to herself that the man was a sexual god. How could any woman not get off on him?

Marty's eyes went up when he heard the moan. It appeared to be coming from the supply closet. Had Rhonda hurt herself? He sat frozen, not knowing what to do.

David knew what to do. Leigha was moving gently with him now, her hands searching for him and her hips rolling gently. He changed strokes, a longer pumping action going to the top of her pussy and back down, his head coming almost out of her before going back down. The results of his long strokes were magnificent! He couldn't believe the pleasure it was giving him now.

Leigha was there, too. She was taking every stroke deep inside her now without any discomfort. 

David's soft voice coaxed her, letting her know that her partner was feeling as much as her. As she continued to relax she felt wonderfully full totally connected with him and driving slowly onto his long shaft without reservation. She clinched down rhythmically with her vaginal muscles, grabbing him while he was down real deep and milking him with her pussy as he slowly came back up.

Leigha felt a pressure deep inside her. He was gently prodding her against her cervix. He was deep in her and it was wonderful. She rode him now with abandon, taking fast, deep strokes as he accelerated the action. 

David knew she was totally ready for it now. He abandoned any attempt to be gentle. His strokes became full and fast, his orgasm steaming very quickly up the line. He drove himself down deeper and deeper when suddenly even in her stupor she felt the undeniable. His balls were slapping her ass. She had taken him fully into her. 

It was obvious they were both going to come. Three of them, really. Rhonda was already back up and knew she would come with them.

"I knew it would be wonderful," he said aloud. His eyes had a glazed look on them. After all the planning, expectations, this was it. He had coaxed her into his special dream world. He had done it!!

It was all either could take. He slammed down harder and harder, grinding himself against her with each downward stroke. She thrust her hips off the table and threw her head back while uttering a deep groan. That was the end. They jammed against each other hard one last time, driving him impossible deep. 

She came on his shaft like she had never before. Wave after wave came across her as she shook all over. He massaged her butt painfully hard again but now even that came across as intense pleasure. When he exploded inside her she emitted more of a scream than a moan. He bucked deep within her vagina and she felt his semen spurting inside her. 

And then he froze in midair, drained, sensitive and unable to move. Leigha couldn't stop so soon, though, driving against him and sliding up and down as fast as she could. She wanted more.

Rhonda was with David. She leaned against the wall for support...depleted and exhausted. She couldn't rub her swollen, sensitive clit any more. The pain was unbearable.

Marty was beside himself. The little speaker had done its job. He had heard it. Maybe not all, but enough. The sound of pain had somehow changed. The moaning had not just changed to a soulful crying but there seemed to be more than one person, one voice, crying out. What was going on? Was Rhonda hurt? 

Just as he decided to look in Rhonda walked out. Staggered would be a better description. She smiled and spoke but she knew to keep their conversation limited. Her shaky voice wasn't ready for that yet. Neither were her legs, for that matter. She hadn't noticed it but Marty did. Why was she walking so tentatively?

Rhonda had to leave and leave fast. She knew she wasn't suppose to be there...that she had promised David and Dusty that she would never be in the building during the process. David would be furious that she had stayed.

She locked the door to the closet and had a thought.

"If David asks tell him I left an hour ago," she said to Marty. She made sure she leaned well over the top of him when she whispered it in her ear. She knew the close-up he was getting of her nipples would seal his lips.

And then, it just came out. Later, she wondered if it had been wise.

She put her lips against Marty's ears and softly spoke.

"She's not getting her what she wants." Then she walked out, making sure the front door was locked behind her.

Then she left, leaving Marty's cock hard, his ears burning and his curiosity piqued.

What was she talking about? Should he be administering some sort of treatment on Leigha's painful muscles?

In room three things were changing at a dramatic pace. There was no doubt that Leigha was coming out of the drugged spell. David quickly tied her gown back on and put his own clothes on. Every last minute was spent kneading her buttock deeply, then less and less as she came about. She certainly couldn't go home without feeling a great relief from her real problem.

Just to make sure he gave he a quick injection of a diluted but long lasting pain reliever. He already had it prepared, wanting to make sure that this first encounter resulted in a wonderful relief of pain. She would never feel the injection in her groggy state.

It was strange. When Leigha fought through the drowsy haze to make sense of her surroundings nothing seemed right. Or real. It took a full fifteen minutes for her to have her head on straight, to feel in control of herself. Thank goodness there was no "hangover" or grogginess to make her sick at her stomach. She felt wonderful, actually.

At once David was totally professional. He spent at least ten minutes discussing what had happened and how Leigha had responded to the treatment.

"How do you feel right now, Leigha?"

"Great," she admitted. Much better than great, really. Wonderful, fantastic, unbelievable!

He told her what to expect in the next few hours and days. And, finally, the question.

"Do you remember much after going under?" He held his breath.

"No, not a thing," she lied. She had no idea how to express what she felt or remembered. It was like a vivid blur, some things so real and others so gray. She certainly wasn't going to try to explain it.

And that was the Leigha that walked gingerly out into the waiting room to a nervous and confused Marty. Refreshed, free of pain. 

And totally, completely, saturated sexually. She was on fire, not just emotionally but her pussy was burning like crazy and craving for fulfillment. Her nipples were sensitive to even the touch of her bra. She felt she was about to come at any time.

But why? Her only answer was what happened in there. That long, erotic fantasy she had experienced in room three. She seemed to be able to remember every imagined touch, every perceived penetration. But she knew it wasn't for real. The drug had simply somehow unleashed her overzealous imagination.

Had David been aware of how she was reacting to the sedative? Had she made an embarrassing fool of herself in front of him?

"Oh, my god." Surely not. But just the thought caused a strong surge to start on the inner lips of her pussy and slowly drive all the way down. Her walls immediately started contracting and releasing as if it were "sucking" on that big cock again. She needed to be fucked!

And she was. As soon as they were home they were on each other like cats. She was trying to drive out the demons from room three. He was riding a high imagining his face buried in Rhonda's tits. What else would she allow him to bury his face in? The more he thought about it the more clear the vision became.

It was a forceful session. He pulled her legs up over his shoulders and pounded her unmercifully. She straddled and rode him like a runaway stallion. They stayed at it for over an hour. He got tired and she couldn't get enough. They both knew it.

Neither came. Even though it had happened before both were surprised. An hour of intense fucking and neither came? How strange.

As she prepared their dinner Leigha couldn't get their lovemaking out of her mind. There had been something about it. Like something was missing or there was something she was reaching for and couldn't grasp. Actually, she knew full well what was different.

For some reason, for the first time in their sexual life, Marty's cock had seemed inadequate. He wasn't filling her as he normally would, instead leaving her looking for more. Had something happened that she couldn't get him all the way up, even in an hour? The thought bothered her.

Marty sat out on the porch while she cooked and watched the changes on the evening horizon. His mind mulled over the past few hours and especially what had just happened in their bedroom. Sex was always great with them. It was this time, too. He was especially impressed and excited by her aggressiveness. She had just fucked him like she hadn't had it in a year.

Yet, something just wasn't right. He thought he knew what it was but it sounded so stupid. 

That night, for some reason, Leigha's pussy seemed to be huge.



Arousing Leigha Ch. 05



CHAPTER FIVE: A NEW HORIZAN

Marty and Leigha shouldn't have worried about their strange coupling. After a fitful night of tossing and turning Leigha couldn't stand it any longer. About four in the morning she softly slid her body upon Marty, reaching between them to slowly stroke that normally wonderful gift that had been so disappointing the evening before. Neither of them had made any attempt to do anything earlier that night when they went to bed. Maybe they were reluctant, even afraid, after what had happened hours before.

But now Marty's cock came instantly to life and Leigha lost no time impaling herself upon it.

What a relief! Instantly she was filled, his hard back like she expected. She allowed herself to very, very slowly ride up and down on it, bringing his head out of her each upward stroke then going back down to reenter and slide his entire length. It was almost like she was checking him out for deficiencies.

"Thank God he's back to his normal self," she thought. 

It never crossed her mind that there was never anything wrong with Marty. Instead, twelve hours and a long hot shower had passed since she had been stretched to her limit by David's oversized shaft. Her first encounter with Marty had happened within minutes, not hours, after being tunneled so hugely by David and her stretched vagina simply had not recouped before Marty delved into it. But now with her body adjusted back to normal, her tight pussy was just that. Tight!

This morning it felt particularly good each time his swollen head penetrated her tight opening. But she couldn't ignore that she was being fueled at least to some extent from something else, somewhere else. Far away, in some deep corner of her brain, she remembered. It was there, the mental images of something greater, an experience more gratifying. The sense of a huge cock stretching her well past her limits, burning her pussy with unbearable pain before turning into a euphoria of pleasure, just wouldn't leave her. 

She couldn't quite get a grip on it. Had the treatment that so effectively soothed her painful muscle induced this illicit scene or was it simply her own doing? Had her imagination, on it's own, just simply entered an area previously uncharted?

Whatever it was, the whole scene was very vivid, very erotic.

She shook her head to clear those thoughts and turned back to the moment at hand. She showered Marty with tiny kisses as she rode his cock. It appeared that he was not fully awakened and, at least for a while, she wanted it to stay that way. She needed a few minutes to just enjoy the feeling of him filling her so deeply, so warmly.

Marty kept his eyes closed and tried his best to control his breathing. Her pussy was super tight again and if she wanted to give him a morning treat him he was certainly going to let her. No use spoiling a good thing.

Leigha began to use her vaginal muscles to suck him off. She relaxed on each downward stroke, sliding softly until she could go no further. But on the upward stroke she clasped him tightly as if trying to squeeze everything up and out. She should have known neither of them would be able to endure much of this.

In five minutes the ruse was over. Marty was not just obviously awake but also moving in perfect rhythm with her, his hands gently grasping her ass and guiding her onto his cock.

After ten minutes he had held off as long as he could. She felt wonderful to him this morning, as if there was something new and exciting about her that he had never detected.

"I'm going to come," he quietly admitted.

"U –u-u-m-m-m-m," was her total response as she leaned over and moaned in his ear. She wasn't quite there but didn't care. She wanted to feel him gush inside her.

He did. All at once his body bucked upward and he came, moaning loudly and trashing up deep inside her. She felt him spurt deep a couple of times, his body almost suspended in the air, then a very definite relaxation. He was through.

Leigha wasn't. It wasn't so much that she wanted to come but more that she wanted to spend more time with him inside of her.

She drew her legs up and straddled him, her knees clasping his body. Instead of leaning over she sat straight up, her pussy still clasping his cock. Marty was a little sensitive and she was causing him a bit of discomfort this way but he would never admit it.

Especially with the event that began to unfold above him.

Leigha had a special treat for him. She had thought about it many times in the past but couldn't quite bring herself to do it. She didn't want him to think badly of her, that she was a trashy girl. For some reason, though, this just seemed to be "the moment."

She closed her eyes and slowly slid her hand down in front of her. Slowly and gently, more to tease than anything else, she began to softly caress herself. Her clit was already swollen and sensitive to her touch so she wanted to be careful, to take her time. Hopefully, this was going to be a real treat for him. Hopefully.

It was! For the uncountable times in their married life that Leigha had masturbated, this was the very first time Marty had seen it. And it wasn't just the first time with her...it was the first time he had ever seen any woman do it!

He never lost his hard. Leigha softly stroked herself and he felt every stroke, every sensation. Not only could his cock feel her fingers stroking her clit as she rubbed herself but he could also feel her muscles contracting deep inside him when her pussy reacted to her stroking.

There was no way for Marty to describe it. "Wonderful" fell way short. He reached up to softly massage her breasts and was unable to close his eyes. He didn't want to miss one single stroke, one facial reaction Leigha had from her new offering.

She was in heaven! All the many times she wondered what it would be like, all the erotic notions she had. They all fell woefully short. This was incredible!!

To have that cock so hard inside her, yet be able to manipulate her clit exactly as she wanted. She felt totally in control, extracting from her body every enjoyment she craved.

It couldn't last forever, though. And it didn't.

"Come for me."

It was softly whispered but she heard it.

"Come for me, Leigha."

She would never have thought such a gentle and simple request could have the impact it had. But it did, almost a sensual command.

Instantly, her fingers increased in speed and pressure and she rocked on his cock with longer strokes.

Sixty seconds. That was about it. Sixty seconds before she threw her head back and released.

"A-a-a-a-a-u-u-u-u-u-g-g-g-g-g-h-h-h-h-h," came out of her in a long moan. 

Then she gushed, moaned, slammed against his impaling cock. She had no direction, just reaction. Even as she came she felt it when he spurted into her. She later was amazed that he had built back up so fast.

And for the next two days that thought came to her many times. The two of them were like animals, or worse still, teenagers who were having sex for the first time. The illicit haunting thoughts and images in her mind drove her so that she couldn't get enough. As for Marty, when he reached the point of saturation and felt unable to respond even one more minute, he took Leigha's perfect breasts in his hands and tried to imagine what it would be like if they were like Rhonda's...large, firm and so inviting.

She did set some limits, though. Although it turned into a "suck and fuck" weekend she would not finger herself again for him. She wanted to keep that a special treat. Over a period of time he would come to beg for it and she would relent. Then, quite by accident, he found out how to extract those self imposed orgasms from her almost at his will. For him, it then went well past "fantastic."

But by Monday morning things began to change. Not only were they both saturated sexually by Sunday night but also by Monday morning Leigha was beginning to feel the painful muscles show back up. She didn't tell Marty but she was really anxious for her next trip to get treated.

But not as anxious as Dusty.

SECOND THOUGHTS 

Marty was going to be sitting out in the waiting room every time that Leigha was there. He had done that so far and Rhonda was determined to make it permanent.

From the start they knew there was a problem in that they couldn't let her drive after receiving a sedative. It was too dangerous, especially with the amount of times she would be "treated."

There was only one solution and Rhonda made it clear she would not waive from it. For at least the time being, Dusty was to change Marty's truck schedule from Tuesday to Wednesday so that he was always home to drive Leigha to the clinic. It would resolve the situation without causing any critical shift in his workload.

David objected, saying there had to be another way. Dusty was disappointed. Even though he could easily enter the clinic through a back door without being detected it still made him uneasy to have Marty sitting out there each time. In the past he and Marty had many, many intimate conversations concerning women in general but very often it had turned to Marty's sexual relationship with Leigha. 

Marty had grown to confide in him and it certainly wasn't beyond Dusty to drop little suggestions that maybe Leigha would find erotic. Now it was bad enough that he planned on screwing his wife but to have him in the waiting room? He wasn't too sure he could go that far.

Rhonda stood fast. The other two relented. So be it.

Leigha and Marty were thrilled. 

Rhonda smiled inwardly at her victory. It was extremely important, her plans hinging totally on the outcome. She actually didn't give a hoot whether Leigha had to drive to Denver and back. The chances of something going wrong were less than that of getting hit by a bus on a sidewalk.

What Rhonda was after and had achieved was having Marty present at every session. She couldn't very well guide him down the path she wanted without him being there. The old saying about a picture being worth a thousand words? Well, in this case words weren't going to cut it at all. Marty was going to have to see everything unfold with his own eyes and he wasn't going to want to believe it even then.

Plus Marty was going to be her guard, her watchdog. She knew damned well that as long as he was sitting in that waiting room neither David nor Dusty would even so much as poke their head out. For one, David was supposed to be with Leigha at all times. And Dusty would have a hard time explaining his presence. 

As far as Rhonda being in the clinic when she wasn't suppose to be, when she was through with Marty he wouldn't dare make a peep about her presence to anybody. Not a soul! She had already found that out. He was pretty much a lap dog, enjoying her tits way too much. And she was giving him a heavy dose of them every time he came in.

But soon, very soon, she knew it wasn't going to be her breasts the got his attention. In fact, he wouldn't even give them a second thought. Rhonda and Marty were about to become involved in a very dark partnership that would seal their relationship forever.

That was the scenario at the clinic at 6:00 on Tuesday evening. David was there, attending to a nervous but anxious Leigha. Dusty was in the rear of the building, sitting anxiously out of sight in a treatment room. His truck was parked behind the clinic out of view. He had noticed Rhonda's car pulling away when he had arrived. Good. He didn't want to deal with her. 

He was unaware that Rhonda had waited patiently in her car until she saw his truck coming before she pulled out. She knew that he would see her leave and that's what she wanted. She wasn't taking anything for chance. Not now. She waited down the street five minutes then returned, parking two buildings away before she walked back to the clinic. 

When she unlocked and entered the clinic door she leaned over Marty and said, "S h-h-h," as she held her finger to her lips. "I'm suppose to be gone but I forgot to do something. I don't want him to know. He'll kill me if he knew I forgot." She pointed back to where Marty knew Dr Ryan to be.

He didn't say anything, just nodding instead. Over the weekend she had shopped around and found a particularly loose fitting top to be worn on this special occasion. Even David had mentioned about the "show" she was putting on that day. Before Marty had arrived she had again removed her bra. Her unencumbered breasts were not just visible when she leaned over him but even when she stood up her taunt nipples penetrated the sheer cloth.

Even without exposing herself to him, Marty was already starting to become hard with anticipation.

So was Dusty. 

He had sat there for about twenty minutes before there was a quiet knock on the door. After pausing for two or three minutes he looked out into the hall. There was no sight of David. They had been through this routine many times before. For all their intimate discussions, their friendship and their plans, when it got right down to it for some reason they chose not to see each other before or after "the event". Other than the anticipated knock on the door there was no communication whatsoever.

When he entered room three Dusty inhaled deeply. No matter what he had envisioned he still wasn't prepared for the moment. Leigha was resting peacefully on the table. David had removed the little tie that held her gown up and her little bit of movement had caused it to slip down below her breasts. Breathing very shallow breaths, her stomach heaving slightly, was Leigha. 

It's amazing how the two men seemed to think the same. Just like David, what caught Dusty's immediate attention were Leigha's breasts.

"Perfect," he thought. "Look at the size of those nipples."

He had a lot of experience, had been with an obscene amount of women, yet he was totally taken aback with the size of the nipples capping what was average sized but perfect breasts.

Already his expectations had been surpassed. What other wonderful surprises awaited him?

Dusty looked at the clock. There was a little red dot stuck on it. That was David's way of letting know when he had to leave. He never got as much time with "the patient" as David. How he wanted to approach this was up to him but there were definite time limits and he wasn't about to cheat.

Rhonda didn't mind cheating! She thought, "What the hell!" No use changing something that wasn't broken! Marty had responded to her maneuvering the last time so why do anything different. Time to execute her plan.

She went into the little storeroom and brought out a small box of different types of medicines. She sat them down on the floor right in front of Marty and got on her knees.

"I'm suppose to have these separated by in the morning," she explained. She dumped them out and started to separate and count them, one by one. Very slowly, one by one.

Marty's face was not more than three feet away from her...and her exposed breasts hanging down!

"My God," he thought. "I could almost kiss them."

Exactly, Marty. Rhonda wanted to give him a quick kick-start before moving on. It worked, his growing hard easily detected through his pants.

Rhonda knew she couldn't play this game very long. Dusty would already be in the room by this time and she needed to move on. She put the items back in the box in an orderly manner as if she had "straightened them out" and stood up.

"Excuse me a few minutes. I've got to work in there for a while." She pointed to the storeroom. Then she left him, his hard still growing and his imagination stroked.

She left the door slightly open again and went straight for the little window. She wondered how much of the show she had already missed.

Not much, really. After all the waiting, all the anticipation, all at once Dusty really didn't know where to start. Or couldn't dare to start. He wasn't too sure where he stood at the prime moment.

Oh, sure, he had dreamed it many times before but this was different. In the past, he had assumed that if he were to ever have Leigha he would have somehow swept her off her feet or, in the worse case, caught her in a weak moment. He had envisioned her willing response to his every touch.

It was never his plan to take her this way, artificially induced into a stupor. He'd been with the others when they were this way but they had been mere toys, somebody to play with and later laugh off.

But this was Leigha. Sweet Leigha. All of a sudden he didn't know where to start. Instead, he just sat down on a little stool and looked at her. 

Now that the time was here, he was having second thoughts about it all. Especially with Marty sitting just outside. Valuable time was passing, yet he just sat there.

Rhonda picked up on it as if Dusty had given her a phone call.

"O-o-o-o-h-h-h-h, my goodness," she mused wryly with a little smile. "Mister Seduction is having second thoughts." 

She wondered if he was going to be up to it. Maybe little Miss Wonderful had even more of a hold on him than she thought. Her thoughts took it a little further.

David sure didn't seem to have a problem with it a few days ago. She wondered if that was any indication of the difference in the integrity between the two of them. Does Dusty actually have a special set of high morals that can be exposed in certain circumstances? Probably not, she decided. Maybe he just doesn't want Leigha's pussy as bad as David. He already gets so much strange stuff!

Actually, it miffed her a little. Just a few years back not only did Dusty have any qualms about taking his close friend's wife but he had taken her in the ass!

She was much, much closer to the truth than Dusty would like to admit. For all his carefree shenanigans with others men's wives he may have found a line he wouldn't cross. What would push him over? He thought about Brandy. He had passed on that years ago even though he had wanted her badly.

It was as if Dusty were waiting for a sign, some sort of intervention.

He got it.

Out of the uncomfortable stillness came a quietly emitted sound. Leigha moaned slightly and shifted her resting body.

When she did her right leg moved apart and up and the gown slid to one side, exposing her open crotch.

He looked for a second, then got off his stool and moved much closer, his head going down almost between her legs. In spite of his reservations he couldn't help himself. It had been so long coming.

Very carefully he used his thumbs to pull back her labia, exposing her clitoris. For a few seconds he just stared. David had said nothing to him about his session with Leigha. If it had been any other woman Dusty was sure he would have mentioned it.

Her absolutely huge and wonderful clit!

Dusty felt the immediate reaction. The lurch in his cock was obvious. 

"Holy smokes!" He couldn't believe the size of it. Strangely, he drew the same parallel as David. The size of it was almost a mirror of her nipples. Both were so unexpectedly large, so visible. Why hadn't he noticed it before on the videos?

It was an attraction that couldn't be ignored or resisted. Slowly, he dropped his head and replaced his fingers with his mouth. 

Maybe Leigha was subconsciously still riding a sexual high as a result of her recent ultra charged atmosphere. Unlike the long time it had taken for her to respond to David, this time Leigha responded at once to Dusty's touch. She moaned softly and opened her legs slightly. Dusty accepted her offering and lifted them carefully over his shoulders.

Rhonda missed it all. She had stepped back into the waiting area for a minute to calm the waiting Marty. She didn't want to miss any action but never lost sight of her true target. She leaned over him and whispered in his ear, taking longer than was needed to speak.

"You okay? She smiled. 

"Oh. Yeah! Doing great," Marty stuttered. He had been thumbing through a magazine half-heartedly but forgot it immediately when she dropped those two perfect cones right in his face.




Arousing Leigha Ch. 05



"I've got a few minutes more in here then I gotta run," she advised him. 

When she got back she was stunned. What had happened in such a short time? Damn!!

Instead of sitting on a stool quietly observing the sleeping Leigha, Dusty now had his head between her spread legs, slowly munching on that engorged clit. His tongue circled it slowly, teasing it before giving her small, gently sucks. His hands were full of breasts, his fingers gently rolling her stiffened nipples.

Rhonda had two reactions. First was that familiar and welcomed sudden jolt between her legs. The second was a smug thought.

"So much for any special values, Mr. Dusty. So-o-o-o, how does she taste?"

Wonderful! Dusty slid his tongue around her clit, sucking gently and tugging on it with his teeth while he pinched her nipples gently. He couldn't imagine it being any more perfect.

"Wonderful," Leigha would have said if she had been coherent. The unexpected intrusion between her legs was as sudden as it was marvelous. And in her state of mind it was very, very welcome. The wonderful fingers on her breasts just added to it.

She didn't have to say it. Her body spoke for her. The faster and harder Dusty sucked on her clit the more pronounced her body actions had become. At first there had been only some shifting, her body adjusting to her position with him. Then he felt it, the slow rotation of her hips he so desperately sought.

"Any time now, little girl," Rhonda thought as she watched it. She was talking about herself, too. The fingers under her scrub pants had not been idle and her clit was as swollen as Leigha's.

If Leigha wasn't fully aware of how impending her orgasm was Rhonda knew. She watched Leigha's body reacting and knew it wouldn't be long now before Dusty brought her off. It had better be quick, she thought. She had glanced up at the clock. Dusty had lost some valuable time with his hesitation and was burning daylight.

It had not gone unnoticed with Dusty. He knew where he stood, both with the clock and Leigha's impending orgasm. Reluctantly, he knew it needed to be now if there were to be any subsequent action. Anything other than his mouth. And he definitely had other plans. Especially after all the years of anticipation.

All thoughts of any self pleasure, any slow cooking eroticism, had to go. No time now to explore her mouth. He was going to have to blow her mind.

The gentle kisses on her clit, the long gentle sucks he had been giving her was gone. He became a machine, sucking as hard and fast as he could. 

Leigha couldn't help but respond.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh!" Through her drugged mind Leigha reacted to the sudden shift. Little moans poured out to Dusty's anxious ears.

"Oh, my God! Where is this fantastic feeling coming from? Who is with me? Where am I?" Leigha moved her hips in large circles, pressing up against the unknown but wonderful mouth. "Please don't stop," she thought.

She lifted her head and grasped her welcomed assailant by the head with both hands, pressing him into her gyrating crotch. She looked down at the top of his head and wondered who could be there.

Her thoughts wouldn't last very long. All at once there was a sudden intrusion, totally unexpected and incredibly fantastic.

From where had it come? My God, it was so different! So stimulating! Why had it never been there before?

Instantly, her stomach muscles started contracting and she blew. The sudden unexpected intrusion shot her into another world. It was an explosion that resonated through the room, out through the speaker and very easily, into the waiting room and Marty's inquisitive ears.

"A-a-a-u-u-u-g-g-g-h-h-h, o-o-o-h-h-h-h, y-e-e-e-s-s-s," poured out of her. Her hips thrashed against Dusty's mouth.

Rhonda had seen everything that had just happened and it immediate ripped her senses, sending her into an orgasm simultaneously with Leigha that paralyzed her body. She couldn't react to get to the speaker fast enough. She knew it came out loud and clear, easily enough for Marty to hear. What the hell! Maybe it wasn't such a bad thing, anyway.

"What the fuck!" thought Marty. What the hell was going on in there? He thought there wasn't supposed to be any pain. Was she okay back there? What the hell were they doing to her? In all his confusion, the "ye-e-s-s-s" part of it had blown right past him.

Not Dusty though. He had an extremely high interest in her exact reactions to what had just happening. He needed to get at least some indication as to her acceptance of something he knew would be totally new to her. 

He was elated. She had given him the verbal and physical "yes" he had so hoped for.

When he had seen the little stomach muscles starting to quake that was a sure indication of her impending orgasm, Dusty had quickly removed his left hand from her breast and slid it down, soaking his middle finger thoroughly in her wet pussy. He already knew she was slushy wet, her juices overflowing and draining freely between the cheeks of her ass before washing down onto her legs. He desperately needed a short cut today, to be able to test new waters without losing too much time.

Just when he felt Leigha start the real fast, almost stuttering pelvic undulation that he knew was a sure and unstoppable orgasm, he had swiftly and without hesitation slipped that highly lubricated finger into her pulsating ass! He didn't have time to ease it in. It was swift and full length!

He had felt her when she jammed down hard against it, then lifted herself quickly as if trying to escape his intrusion, then back down hard on it again just as she came. After that, whether she really meant to or not, she ground away on it while she was enveloped in her orgasm.

By God, she certainly appeared not to mind it...in fact, she responded as if she loved it.

"O-o-o-h-h-h, yes," Rhonda thought. Little Miss Leigha was in for a surprise.

"M-m-m-m-m-m" thought Dusty. Her ass was grasping his finger and sucking it like she was giving it a blowjob.

He needed to stop thinking and start moving. A quick glance at the clock said it all. 

Seventeen minutes. Dusty had to be out of the room in seventeen minutes. He quickly unzipped his pants and let his stiff cock release. Unfortunately, there was no time for total disrobing. Seconds could mean a huge difference.

When he removed his finger from her ass had he heard a disappointing moan? Surely not! But it was all Dusty needed, all he had to work with, to make his next decision.

Leigha's legs were gripped tightly around his neck. Although it seemed longer he knew that she was only seconds, not minutes, from her last orgasm and was still feeling it. 

Dusty carefully and with a little force removed her legs from his neck. As much as he loved it he needed to better position himself.

He pulled Leigha as close to the edge of the table as possible and used his hands to bend her knees back on either side of her body. For now, although he would have loved to continue tweaking those hardened nipples, his hands would be busy elsewhere.

Leigha was totally exposed to him. And to Rhonda, as far as that was concerned. Both her silky pussy and her puckering ass were open and available. Slowly, he slipped his cock inside that tight little pussy. Inch by inch he slid into that perfect, welcoming crevice. 

Leigha gasped in pleasure. O-o-o-h-h-h-h, he felt so-o-o-o-o good in her.

Dusty almost came. He froze in place for a minute to let it pass. Now was no time to be early.

Rhonda checked the speaker and reached for herself again. This was going just as she had dreamed. She could tell already.

Dusty had a goal. He'd set it right after he met Leigha. Maybe it was twisted but it was his plan. If he ever had a chance to be with her he had always intended to immediately take full control of her. She might belong to another or even be shared with another, but he wanted control. 

And he knew how. He had done it before. Rhonda was a perfect example.

Slowly, reluctantly, he removed his hard cock from Leigha's dripping pussy. He would rather have made it easier for her, to be able to tease and play with her, but there was no time for niceties.

He leaned over and gave Leigha a long, deep kiss. All at once he realized it was the first time. For all his performance, he hadn't even tasted her mouth. He was instantly mesmerized with it. She had kissed back, grasping him on the back of the neck and softly drawing his mouth to hers.

It shot through him like lightening. The last time that had happened was on that porch many years ago when Brandy lit him up. He promised to himself he would not allow those kisses to go uncollected this time.

Slowly, Dusty took his cock in hand and started brushing Leigha's crotch with it. Not only was it teasing her, drawing an audible response from her, but also he was giving it the last chance of lubricating. She would need it.

Finally he leaned over and found his target. Carefully, using no pressure whatsoever, he placed his swollen head against the opening of her ass. When he felt his lubricated head find its mark he stopped pressing, letting her feel the size and the heat of him. Now he had the extra hand to reach up and very gently pinch her nipple, leaning over to again find her neck and lips with his mouth.

Leigha had no idea what was about to happen. She was still riding high from orgasm and was searching for his mouth while he kissed her ears and neck. 

"Who's there?" she thought. Just as before virtually every man she knew rushed through her mind. A couple of them were from years ago. She just couldn't seem to focus, unable to call out. Was it Marty? David? How come Dusty seemed to be the predominant figure in her mind?

They just stayed there for a short while, him against her, his head gently nudging her ass. They were both slowly moving back and forth and the natural movement caused some tiny movement down there, but that was it. Actually, it was comfortable for Leigha. 

Soon after, though, she could feel just the slightest penetration as he pressed forward a little then stopped. He had entered her just a tiny bit and so far there was pressure but no pain. She expected him to continue, but he didn't. He couldn't hurry this any more than he had to.

Rhonda stood on her weak legs and watched. As her fingers slowly tended to her anxious clit she remembered...remembered the first time he had taken her. She knew even then that he would always have his way with her. And now, Leigha was going down the same path.

"Too bad, Marty," she thought. "You're about to lose something that's going to be hard to get back."

She smiled at the thought.

Bit by bit, Dusty's swollen head slowly entered Leigha. He was surprised because the entry was caused more by her moving up and back against him than him pressing against her. Without Dusty making any real effort, Leigha continued moving forwards and up against him, causing his penetration to slightly increase. 

He moved slightly with her, starting a pumping motion so small it almost couldn't be noticed. But as they both moved slightly, he inched in just a little more in a painless entry. The pressure never let up and all at once Leigha could feel his head slip totally inside of her.

It was so strange, almost as if she expected it to make a little "pop" sound when it slipped in and her sphincter closed around it.

"This seems so familiar," she thought. But the closest she had ever come was slipping her own finger in every now in then as an experiment. She'd never had a cock in her ass, not even close.

Dusty was amazed. Except for a few times that the pressure got to her, Leigha had relaxed and not just taken in his head but was certainly acting like she was enjoying it. He knew from experience that taking the head was the hardest part.

Why not tease her with it a little. Let's see how far she will go.

Leigha felt "him" pull it all the way out and then put it back in again and again, starting a slow fucking sequence. Even in her state, she knew it was nothing like she had expected, feeling very little pain with just a mixture of pleasure and pressure coming over her. She started pushing up, trying to take a little more. When she did that, he knew she was ready and entered her with a push, driving his head in deeper. 

Leigha cried out a little, not prepared for the deeper penetration, but he kept the pressure and movement up until he was fully inside of her. All at once she seemed to be more aware of her situation.

She wasn't sure which sensation was the strongest...the humiliation of getting it in the ass, the pressure, or the little bit of pain. 

Whatever it was, it all slowly melted into one sensation and she began to feel the pleasure. As much as he wanted, the clock told Dusty he was at the end of his rope and he abandoned any attention to her breast and neck and was straight up on his feet then, holding her hips with both his hands, his soft and gentle strokes coming almost all the way out with each stroke. 

Rhonda felt it with Leigha. She knew what was happening and what was going to happen. If there had been envy before it now doubled. 

"Fuck her in the ass, Dusty!" 

"Fuck the little bitch in the ass!"

Marty heard her but couldn't distinguish the words. What he could detect was malice in her voice. 

"Wonder what that's all about," he thought and glanced at the clock. It wouldn't be long now until she was out of her pain and he could take her home. He smiled to himself. He'd give her a nice little fuck when he got her home. That'd make her feel a lot better.

Leigha was totally taken by surprise. She knew what was going on. She could sense enough of that. But what wasn't expected was that all feelings of humiliation and pain were starting to be replaced by pleasure, nothing at all like she had always heard or envisioned. He would bring her to a point, and then slow her down, listening to her disappointment when he did so. From the point of building an oncoming orgasm it was just like he was fucking or eating her. 

Dusty's strokes had become full and hard, his shaft stroking the inside of Leigha's ass in each direction. That she was taking him like that was surprise enough. That she was stroking back, grasping his cock with her sphincter muscles was another thing altogether. 

Dusty smiled. She seemed to love it as much as Rhonda.

Rhonda was watching with glazed eyes. She had come again minutes ago.

"She loves it as much as I do," she thought. She wondered if all women did.

Finally, Dusty knew he couldn't hold back any longer. He didn't know what Leigha's status was, how far she had progressed. A thought crossed his mind.

"Does it feel good, Leigha?" It was worth the chance.

It was a little slurry but it was there.

"U-u-h-h-huh," came out and she slowly nodded her head. My God, she had answered. Even Rhonda's eyes opened a bit.

"I'm going to come. Are you ready for me?"

Again, it wasn't crisp but she had heard and she could answer.

"Un huh." It was slow and soft but he couldn't miss her shortness of breath. She was almost panting.

That was too much for Dusty. He slammed into her with all the fury as if he were inside her pussy. She exploded with a noisy, frantic orgasm while he was driving deep inside her with quick strong strokes. Until then, Leigha had never known that a woman could actually have an orgasm with anal sex. She thought it was just a story. 

Dusty and Rhonda were both surprised when he didn't come with Leigha. Instead, he somehow settled down to a nice, slow pace, kissing her neck again, gently rubbing her nipples. He would give her deep strokes, then just barely penetrate her, moving his head totally in and out of her sphincter, which she found surprisingly erotic and wonderful. 

But time was totally up. Dusty knew he was down to seconds, not minutes. He started pinching her nipples until it was painful, causing her to cry out and squirm back and forth against him, giving him more motion than he could take. In the frenzied, frantic finale she started blubbering, saying it was wonderful and telling him how much she loved and wanted him. That she wasn't sure whom she "loved and wanted" wasn't lost on him but he gladly accepted it!

When he finally came it was huge, driving so hard into her it seemed to take her breath away. Leigha was building fast, almost ready to come with him. She didn't make it. Instead, she was left on the very verge of orgasm, her body writhing unfulfilled. 

Dusty didn't want to pull out immediately; he wanted to stay in her for several minutes, hours. He wanted to whisper things in her ear of things he wanted to do with her, not so much to her. Instead, at that point, he pulled out, leaned over her, and gave her a long, long deep kiss, which she responded to with great appreciation. Again, through the fog she pulled his head down to meet her willing lips.

Then he looked in her eyes and spoke.

"Until next time, my little princess, until next time."

He was still zipping up his pants when he walked away to tap on David's door. In thirty seconds he was in his truck and gone.

Rhonda had moved back out into the office and pulled the blinds back enough to watch Dusty leave. Her exit was safe now.

First, though, she had a little task at hand.

She had heard him. It may have been spoken softly but she got the part about the "Little Princess."

"Oh, yeah!" she thought. "A little princess. Let's see how long the little princess gets to live in the golden castle."

Marty was watching her with more than a little interest. To some degree he was wondering what she was doing in that storage room that excited her so. But most of his attention was directed to her taunt nipples which were protruding sharply through the loose, thin top as her breasts bounced with every step.

Rhonda got her purse and was ready to leave. She knew she shouldn't but just couldn't resist the temptation.

She walked over to Marty and leaned very closely over him, placing her arms across his shoulders. Her open breasts were swinging inches away from his face and she just let it all hang out for a few seconds. This time not only did she give him an up close and personal look at her tits, she rubbed them in his face as she leaned over him to whisper in his ear.

The message was the same.

"You're not giving her what she wants."

Before she pulled back she let her warm mouth close softly over his ear, sucking on it gently.

She laughed softly as she turned around and left. His hard had just absolutely sprung to life with that little caress. And what the heck was she talking about?

David had things to do. That was the reason Dusty didn't get a full allotment of time. Now David had to become "The Doctor" and administer the deep kneading of Leigha's ass that had to be done in order to relieve her pain. They needed for her to want to come back. Dusty had pushed it time wise and he wanted to get it done before she would feel the pain of him kneading her muscles.

Not to worry. A fully rejuvenated and laughing Leigha emerged into the waiting room a short while later. She was out of pain again and felt wonderfully relaxed. She was also totally on fire sexually, just like the first time. If she had looked closer she would have seen that her young husband was no different from her. He was still carrying a massive hard on donated by Rhonda.

They laughed on the way home about little things but she noticed a little something. It was small but it was unsettling.

Once home, the evening meal was secondary. They were on each other like they'd never had it before. Just as one would want to cry "Uncle" the other would be close to an impending orgasm and beg for just a little more time. It lasted for hours.

Deep in the night, though, the mood changed considerably. Marty was sleeping but Leigha was tossing a little. She didn't know what was bothering her most...the insatiable sexual burning that she was feeling in a certain area or the little nagging thing she had noticed earlier in the evening.




Arousing Leigha Ch. 05



Quietly, she decided to do something about one of them. She slipped out of bed and took an item out of their nightstand. A few seconds later she was back in bed, slipping her hand softly around Marty's cock and beginning a slow massage. She had gotten better and better at this lately but she wasn't sure how this was going to go over, especially after their exhausting bouts the evening before.

But she wanted to do something. She was going to kill two birds with one stone.

Marty slowly responded. He tried to mount Leigha but she pushed him back.

"This is from me. Something special to say I love you," she whispered.

She mounted him carefully, showering his body with kisses as she did so. 

When she felt ready, she began a slow descent on his cock; slowly circling her hips as she went down then came back up again. This wasn't her real program for the moment, though. Leigha had other intentions.

Marty hadn't been awake to see it. She had carefully kept his hands away from her body during the short foreplay. She wanted it to be a complete surprise...to both of them.

Marty was breathing smoothly as she glided on him, enjoying the warmth of her body.

Suddenly, his breathing practically stopped. Was he dreaming things?

Leigha had covered her rectum with a generous amount of K-Y jelly, and now she was using some of it to lubricate Marty's entire shaft. 

The dream became a quick reality. It was so unexpected, so surprising, and so long sought after.

Leigha sat up on top of him, straddling him as she had done many times before. But instead of settling her warm pussy down on him she took his took his gel covered cock and guided it slowly to her ass, nudging the entrance slightly with it's burgeoning head.

Not giving him time to question or talk, she started a slight rotation on his knob. With the assistance of the heavy lubricant, the gentle pressure she applied did its job. Slowly, lovingly, in very tiny increments she settled on him. It wasn't fast and it wasn't without discomfort, but over a time she moved further and further down.

Marty was wide eyed, astonished, oblivious to everything else in the world. What in the world was happening here? A hectic night of fucking followed by an early morning unprecedented fuck in her ass!

He wasn't complaining. He had toyed lightly with her little opening many times before, hoping she would get the idea and relent. He had never came out and really asked, but both of them knew he wanted it and she wasn't having any part of it. It was dirty!!

Now, without him asking, she was riding up and down his shaft as if they had done it every night. She moaned at times, either from pain or pleasure, but she didn't relent. This was something he had wanted a long, long time and she had refused him. Now, she was giving in. He was going to be given a special gift.

She tried to push it out of her mind that she had gone through another one of those exceptionally erotically charged dreams while she was in Dr. Ryan's office. It had just seemed so real!

She could have sworn that Dusty was taking her in the ass, teasing her for a long period then driving her into an unbelievable orgasm.

And when she had left the office after it was over her ass was on fire. It wasn't just sexually or mentally, either. Her physical rectum seemed to be hot and highly sensitive, her sphincter clasping and releasing as if it were searching for something that wasn't there.

She didn't come with Marty. That wasn't what she was after. She just flowed gently up and down on him, grasping his strong shaft with her anal muscles as she moved. Covering his body with kisses when she leaned over him, she enjoyed the feel of his hands gently massaging her breast.

She knew it wouldn't take long. In her fogged mind that prior day it hadn't seemed to take long. Marty suddenly bucked and blew his semen deep inside her ass. She moaned at his gift and continued to milk him. She hated to let him go but in a few minutes she did. 

After that she fell to sleep peacefully in his arms. The last thing he said was a very tender, "I love you."

The last thought she had was the same one that had been running through her mind since the ride home.

"Was that lipstick that she saw on Marty's right ear when they emerged from the doctor's office? If so, it surely wasn't hers!"

Was somebody tinkering with her man?



Arousing Leigha Ch. 06



CHAPTER SIX

RHONDA'S REVERSAL

The thing about "My Little Princess" ate on Rhonda a little more than it should and she knew it. She made herself calm down and remember that she wasn't in a contest with Leigha. Not only had Leigha not once challenged her or tried to take away anybody's affection but also she wasn't even aware of what was happening. In fact, she really liked the girl. 

She was in her own right incredibly sexy and Rhonda found Leigha's sexual reaction to men to be extremely stimulating. Just watching her could make Rhonda recover from orgasm very quickly, boiling her over into another time after time in a short span. Watching other women in room three had not nearly the effect on her.

And David would always be David and Dusty would be Dusty. There would be life after Leigha. Rhonda knew that at some point in the fairly near future they would all have to give up Leigha whether they wanted to or not. This was the culmination of a long time dream that would not last forever. They all knew that.

But in her devious thoughts, her evil plan, Rhonda was approaching the whole thing from an entirely different direction. If she played her cards right, they might not be able to hang on to Leigha but she damned well might be able to have Marty for as long as he enjoyed her charms. For sure, any inhibitions about spousal cheating would be vanquished.

She had the trump card. She knew exactly what everybody was doing and when. They knew nothing about her.

And that's the approach she took. For the next few weeks she stayed out of sight and let the events play out in front of her. Not a lot was different...Leigha was in room three twice a week while Marty sat out in the waiting room, waiting for Leigha and being the recipient of more and more of Rhonda's charms. 

Each time she found a new way to torment him, always leaving him with a massive hard on. The glimpses of tit she had given him at first to test the waters were now long looks that she knew were having a huge effect on him. His cock was hard from the time he came in the office until after he left. Some of the fantastic poundings Leigha later received from Marty were a special gift from Rhonda.

Rhonda had not shown any interest in being in the room with Leigha so she wasn't invited to any of the "team meetings" involving her. But by eavesdropping and careful scrutiny she picked up on a few things that helped her understand what was happening.

Both David and Dusty had become a little more liberal with their approach to Leigha. From their first cautious beginnings over a period of the next few visits they became more experimental. Time was still a major factor every time Leigha was in the room but they managed to adapt.

One of the most significant changes was positioning. Both men, without the other knowing it, had quickly advanced to the point that they were up on the table with a full head to toe mounting of Leigha. Missionary style, so to speak. Rhonda found it amusing that, with any other woman, both would have been quick to abandon this position for something more experimental.

Even though watching the proceedings in her little room would inevitably bring out multiple orgasms from her, Rhonda was beginning to find it all a little mundane. She knew that, in the near future, watching escapades with Leigha would be no more entertaining than those of the many other women who had visited room three.

But Rhonda was not so lax in her observations that she didn't pick up on a change. It was small, but it was very noticeable. 

After Leigha's third visit, it seemed that she was a lot more proactive, more intimate than before. Not only was she being aroused faster but also once she was sexually awakened there was just something different. She had begun moving her body in perfect unison with theirs, wrapping her arms and legs around them as she responded to every stroke with those of her own. She seemed to be much more aware of her surroundings, soft words spoken more clearly than before and reacting much more coherently to her surroundings. At times she didn't seem to be "under" at all.

But the real giveaway was her kisses. Where as earlier she had been a sleepy recipient, now she had become willing almost to the point of aggressive when she felt their mouths near hers. She searched for their lips rather than just reacting.

And her orgasms were becoming more frequent, harder, and much, much louder. The woman could rip an orgasm!

There had to be a reason. 

She found it. She overheard David and Dusty talking on the phone. Evidently they were concerned about the amount of the sedative Leigha was getting. She was receiving it at a much more frequent rate than any of the other women. Could it accumulate in her system? David had no idea. Based on that the two of them agreed to slightly reduce the amount she was getting. They now felt that, if she became too aware of what was happening, she would be quiet and bow out rather than make a scene. It would change their relationship with her but they were willing to take that chance.

So that was it! Little Leigha was no longer going under as far as the others. Her new appreciations to her surroundings were because she was feeling more of it in a natural state.

Miss Leigha was getting closer and closer to not just knowing she was actually being ravaged but also who was doing it! 

A wicked thought went through Rhonda's mind. She had watched David time after time carefully measure out and prepare the shot before the "patient" arrived. He always put the syringe in a drawer in room three prior to the event and when the time came administered it without so much as giving it a second glance.

"H-u-m-m-m," she thought. "If he is reducing the dosage a little what if..."

At the moment she had to let the little thought pass. She had a more pressing situation. Not only was time marching on with this whole thing but those two birds were changing the rules. 

"Well! This changes things a bit," Rhonda thought. 

"Screw this! No telling when they might just abandon the whole thing," went through her mind. It's time to make a move.

It wasn't going to take a lot of planning. The planning phase for this had started so long ago she had forgot when it began.

It didn't require any precise execution. What was going to happen was simple enough.

What everything hinged upon, what the final result would be, was up to one thing and one thing alone.

Marty.

When carefully manipulated into that darkened room and exposed to the informative side of that mirror, what would be his reaction.

Surprised? Oh, yeah. No doubt. 

Shocked? A given.

Angry and hurt? It would be there.

But this was with what Rhonda was rolling the dice. This was her ace in the hole. Her sole hope. She knew there would be an immediate negative reaction but she was planning on that being replaced by another response.

Pure eroticism. She was placing her bets all on one horse. She had tested him, teased him, felt him out. She felt fully confident that she could fire Marty up so sexually that when he was exposed to the lascivious scene in front of him the initial shock and anger would very quickly be replaced by nothing but pure sexual reaction. She was betting that with her charms and offerings all the shock and hurt would be replaced in minutes by the sheer lewdness, the lustful pull of the scene in front of him. 

She felt the rapture would overwhelmingly override the pain.

But she needed to quit tuning up and start playing. All at once she decided the future was now. The bait had to be set.

Marty was so screwed. Literally! Not only did he have no idea of the life changing events that were about to unfold but also he was already reeling from those that were already in progress. 

The first thing was the immediate and so very dramatic change in Leigha for the first 48 hours or so after each of her treatments. She was so sexually charged, so open to new horizons, that she just blew his mind. Anal sex, trying new positions in which she was the aggressor...it was all new and incredibly wonderful.

There were some small things that made him wonder. After each of the Friday night visits she came home different. It sounded stupid but he couldn't seem to shake it. It was always the same. Without fail she jumped on him immediately after getting home. He didn't mind her being the aggressor but for some reason her pussy just didn't seem the same, like she was much larger than his capacity to fill. Even then sex was okay and by morning she seemed normal.

And the anal sex was always reserved for Tuesday nights or early Wednesday mornings. She was always the one who took the lead, gently lowering herself down his well-lubricated shaft while he entered her ass. He was amazed how tight she was and even more so that she could come to such explosive orgasms with him even as gently as he was pumping her rectum. It was only on that one special night each week that she seemed to have special need to be filled. He wasn't going to complain, especially after it took him all these years to get her to do it all.

Maybe to clear their conscious, after Leigha's second office visit David and Dusty started insisting she take the day off after the Tuesday visit, riding shotgun with Marty in the big Kenworth rather than doing her normal chores. Of course they paid her for her time.

Again, Marty and she were thrilled, wondering again how they had fallen into such wonderful employers.

It was on the first of these trips that she "accidentally" found one of the little crotch novels that Marty read ever so often. In fact, Dusty had suggested to him to let her discover it.

"See if it moves her, Marty. Something has to."

He was right. It was on that trip that the book stimulated her and she started putting on her show, masturbating to orgasm after orgasm on the trip before succumbing to Marty's cock.

All of this in itself kept Marty in a sexual frenzy. He certainly didn't need any more inputs.

But he got them. It was to the point that Marty was more anxious to get to Leigha's office visit than she.

After the initial couple times of teasing him, Marty was no longer sure what Rhonda was going to do next. What he knew so far was that she kept appearing in the office apparently when she wasn't supposed to be, giving him one weak excuse after another why she was there. Always it was followed by his promise not to let anybody know, including Leigha.

Even on it's own merit he wouldn't have mentioned it to anybody. But there was a bonus program.

At first it was a quick glimpse of her gorgeous breasts. Very quickly the glimpses changed to extended full views, her unencumbered breasts left dangling right in his face for minutes at a time.

He accepted it as just what it was...teasing. What he wasn't too sure about were the kisses that she started to bestow on him and the soft, whispered warnings.

"You're not giving her what she wants." Every visit ended with that.

And that was the state of Marty's world on the Friday visit she planned to attack. Rhonda couldn't have hoped for a better, more primed target.

He was doomed.

Rhonda had thought it over many times. What was the best way to approach him? At first she had been concerned about an abrupt rejection, him pushing her away and even worse telling somebody about it.

She was well past that. There was no way Marty was going to reject her. It was just down to timing and she was well past the time.

She decided to take one last week to "prime" him before she exposed him to room three. She knew exactly the sequence she wanted everything to happen, both in and out of the little room.

Rhonda dressed for the occasion. It was a Friday night and as soon as the building emptied she quickly rid herself of her scrubs. She changed into a thin red blouse that easily exposed every stitch of the black demi bra underneath. The cups of the bra made nothing more than a gratuitous attempt to hold back her straining breasts before coming together at the tiny front clasp straining to hold them together. 

She had waited until Leigha had been taken into room three before she had changed. There was no way she could explain to David how she was dressed, especially the brevity of length of her white skirt. Knowing it was a teenager's apparel, she had bought it just for this one event and it was not much more than a tennis skirt.

The effect it had on Marty was exactly as she planned. That dutiful hard cock that she had come to expect was instantly there, lurching in his jeans as if looking for an escape route.

After exchanging greetings she went around her little counter and started a project she had planned for the occasion.

Marty was disappointed when she walked out of view. Even though he could see her from her shoulders up he had hoped to get a better look than that. Rhonda always looked good but that night she was absolutely sizzling hot! What the hell was the deal with that skirt? It was shorter than a cheerleader!

Rhonda was slowly running some papers through a shredder. She let a few minutes elapse before she made her move.

"Marty, would you like to come around and give me a hand? I wouldn't mind getting out of here early."

It was comical the way he responded, almost stumbling over his feet to get up.

"This will be easy," she thought. 

"Thank you, God," Marty thought. "I'm going to get a real close look at that."

He had no idea how much of an understatement that was.

Rhonda had positioned herself on the very edge of her office chair; a large stack of papers on one side and a trash can on the other.

"Some of this is too big to put through the shredder. Do you mind separating some of it for me?" Her huge smile wasn't something you'd want to say no to.

And the smile was quickly forgotten. As soon as he sat on the floor Rhonda leaned over and let those lacy covered glands fall freely into Marty's face. There wasn't six inches from his nose to her nipples.

She smiled in amusement. A hard on that massive must be painful confined in those tight jeans.

She gave him about three minutes before she made her move. This was it...the start of the beginning or the beginning of the end. She wasn't sure.

Casually, as she turned around for a moment to get "something" off her desk, she opened her legs wide open in front of him.

Marty had no chance whatsoever to get a wide-open view of her panties as he hoped. But he wasn't disappointed.

Rhonda wasn't wearing any!

His mouth fell open. His heart went somewhere, he wasn't sure. He suspected somehow it had jumped out of his body from pounding so hard. His swollen cock lurched painfully.

He was staring straight into one of the most spectacular beavers he had ever seen. Massive amounts of tightly curled hairs surrounded a wide-open pussy, a light pink giving way to shades of red. All of it glistening as if it had been sprayed with a special ointment.

Which it had. Rhonda wasn't taking any chances. Both her pussy and nipples had been prepared to lead him to the slaughter.

Rhonda held her breath. Was she being way too overconfident here? She could back out right now...not in two minutes or so, though.

She gathered her courage. Picking up a small stack of papers she began to rip them. At the same time she slowly lifted each foot and placed them on top of each side of the trashcan.

Two feet away Marty's eyes couldn't believe what they were seeing. Her legs were absolutely wide-open, knees elevated to his eye level. That beautiful cunt was staring him straight in the face as if daring him to do something about it.

Rhonda gazed straight at him, now idly tearing tiny pieces of paper off one sheet and looking him straight in the eyes.

Slowly she began to swing her legs very gently back and forth, creating a little bit of a snapshot view of her pussy. She tried not to laugh when she realized his head was moving with her legs.

It was time. After all these years, it was time.

"Here goes nothing," she thought and then leaned over slightly.

"Marty."

He didn't respond. She laughed a little open laugh.

"Hey, Marty."

This time she got his attention. He stammered out a little "huh" as he tore his eyes away.

She stared him straight in the eyes to watch his reaction. She was already well aware of the condition of his cock.

"Are you going to just read the menu or are you planning to eat?" she whispered.

Marty stammered and turned red in the face. Shit!! It was out there! No way that could be misinterpreted.

He froze in place, staring her straight in the eyes. He couldn't say a word.

He didn't have to. She read it all for him.

Slowly Rhonda reached out and gently put her hands behind his head. Not pulling but rather just guiding him, she opened her legs wide to let him come forward. 

She would look back on that moment forever. It was at that exact time she lost control of the situation.

But not the way she had feared.

BAM!!!

There was an instant, totally unforeseen change of events. Minutes ago neither could have known. It was just a matter of circumstance.

Rhonda had badly misjudged Marty. If she had thought that he was a bumpkin that was going to miss out on this she was badly mistaken. 

For all his perceived innocence, Marty had been around. The young adult society had changed drastically during the fifteen years separating their ages. What Rhonda would have done or experienced at a young age was nothing like what it was today. Maybe it wasn't so common when she was in high school but Marty had been eating pussy since he was seventeen. He seldom went on a date that didn't end up with pussy. Although he was deeply in love with Leigha she certainly hadn't been his first woman. Not by a long shot.

His sexual experiences by age twenty had far surpassed Rhonda's by the time she was married. Oh, she thought she was teasing him over the past few weeks but he had picked up on it all. This woman wanted to be fucked! Every little lame excuse she had made, every little show she had put on. Now she had put it all out in the open. It was all there!

Marty had just been waiting for the right time. Since just after getting married Marty had began two have two major erotic fantasies. Taking an older, super attractive woman was one of them. Now, that dream was reality. The time was now! 

He looked her straight in the eyes, breathed deeply and moved the trash can aside so that he could move forward. He lifted and placed her legs over his shoulders.

She had teased him enough. She didn't know that but she gleefully found out. Marty loved many things and one of the things he loved most was eating pussy and she was a visual banquet!

An elated and totally unprepared Rhonda was perfectly stunned at what took place. Marty teased her. Marty tormented her. Instead of doing it himself, Marty demanded and watched as she slowly removed her blouse and released her tits to him. Marty fingered her pussy and ass like he had been born to do only that.

In the next few minutes, following a dream that had been building for years, Marty totally consumed her!

Oh, yeah!! For all the dreams, all the planning, all the conniving concerning Leigha, nobody gave it any thought that maybe somebody felt the same about Rhonda.

But Marty did. And Marty had, for a long time. Some time ago his erotic visions of having an older woman had taken a face...Rhonda. 

And best of all for Rhonda it was very, very evident and she reveled in it. It was a real battle for what was consuming her the most...the fact that he was absolutely devastating her with his hands and tongue or the very obvious revelation that he not just wanted her badly but had wanted her badly for a long, long time.

And he certainly wasn't the boy she thought she had trapped. This, ladies, was a man. An insatiable hunk!




Arousing Leigha Ch. 06



It was amazing. In a matter of minutes it went from a scheming bitch taking advantage of an awkward kid to a young man totally dominating a begging and appreciative older woman.

For Marty, it was an incredible culmination of years of waiting. For Rhonda, it was an incredible culmination of years of waiting. In a rare moment, two worlds came together at the precise time, the precise place for it to be perfect.

Rhonda exploded under the relentless tormenting of his mouth. 

"A-a-a-u-u-u-g-g-g-h-h-h," didn't just come out loudly. She couldn't shut up!

Marty tensed at her wailing. He didn't know the situation and had no idea there was no chance her sounds would penetrate those walls.

Rhonda picked up on it and, though a shaky voice, calmed him.

"It's okay, nobody can hear." She wasn't going to be quiet for anybody right then. Fuck'em!

For over thirty minutes Marty demanded and she responded. After she came with his tongue he asked her to go sit on the waiting room chair where he always sat, than gave her a soft request. She slowly complied. She knew he must have had erotic thoughts of this in the past few weeks and she wasn't going to deny him.

Slowly, while he sat behind her desk, she sat in that waiting room and slipped her hand under the short skirt to start rubbing. She was already so sensitive, so tender, that it had to be softly. She couldn't have taken it any other way. She felt herself building up until she was on the verge of orgasm again. When it was obvious she was about to release he ordered her to stop.

"Come here." He motioned for her.

He had dropped his pants, his cock standing tall as he sat on the chair.

There was no need for talk. He simply held his arms out. Rhonda moved to him, straddling him face to face before sinking slowly down over his stiff cock.

"U-u-u-m-m-m," came out of both. Finally, finally, finally. After these years!

Marty may have been a huge surprise, he might have totally caught her off guard, but now she knew it was her time to take over.

It was her show. A less experienced woman would have tried to hurry, to show herself off by bringing him off as soon as possible.

Rhonda knew better. She knew what he wanted. He wanted her to be a cock teaser right then, teasing and pleasing as long as he could last.

She was good but he was a lost cause. Fifteen minutes was his best. 

Rhonda swore she had never felt so much semen hit her insides in all her screwing. It felt like a pint.

And then...silence. No movement. No sounds. Nobody whispering "thank you." Just Rhonda lightly adjusting herself on his cock. Not trying to bring him back. Just getting the feel of him.

The few minutes seemed like an hour before the lull was broken.

"I've never cheated before." A quiet statement. For all the pleasure he had received, what he had done was starting to sink in.

"I have." Her candid admittance.

An older, cooler head took over. It was time to soften him up a little. She showered him with little kisses, her tongue stroking his face and ears.

"Did I please you? Did you enjoy me?" she whispered. Of course she knew the answer or she wouldn't have asked the question.

Marty nodded his head a little and gave out a small laugh.

"Oh, yeah! Incredible."

Rhonda hesitated. Now was the time. She had never dreamed it would work this way. If it worked, that is.

She leaned over and again smothered him with small kisses, covering his face and neck before finally settling in on his mouth. Marty and Leigha's kisses were soft and warm. This was searing hot!

Rhonda licked his ear lightly. Here it goes.

"What if I were to take you into a new world. One you've only dreamed possible. A sexual elevation, an experience so surreal that you will swear you are caught in an erotic dream? One that you'd never want to end."

She felt his cock stiffen.

She definitely had his attention but that didn't mean he wasn't suspicious, that he didn't have reservations. As much as he desired Rhonda, he couldn't help but be cautious of her motives.

"What about Leigha?" 

Rhonda had expected that. It was fair.

"How open are you and Leigha?"

"What do you mean?"

"Do you trust her?"

"Well, yeah. Totally." Where was this going? What did this have to do with his wife?

"Does she trust you?"

"I hope so."

"That's all you need."

Rhonda glanced at the clock. She knew this was over for now. She had to go. It was a good way to leave it, leaving his mind in a dubious turmoil. On one hand he was depleted sexually. On the other, she was sure she had piqued his curiosity about what was to come, what could be over the horizon. 

She knew his mind would be muddled enough but why not push it?

Why not leave it exactly as she always did? It seemed to work.

She leaned over and sucked gently on his ear.

"You're not giving her what she wants," she whispered gently. Then she walked out the door.

Marty sat there in a state of disbelief. Did the past hour really happen? The rapid response his cock was making in coming to life said yes.

And. for some reason it seemed to take longer for Leigha to come out than it normally did. 

SOMETIMES LESS IS MORE

There was a reason. With the reduction in the amount of sedative Leigha was receiving there was a very definitive, very erotic change in the way she was responding while in room three. Not that she had been a zombie before by any means but now there was much more of a natural experience, a more natural response to his touch. 

David loved it and so did she. If he had thought that he was the only one whose pleasure was greatly enhanced he was wrong! Leigha still couldn't precisely determine her partner but she certainly knew what was going on.

She was being fucked big time; taking a cock so large it left absolutely no part of her unfilled. There was no doubt about that. It filled her pussy and her senses to the max, the pain of the stretching giving way to pleasure.

She might not be able to exactly determine her surroundings but she knew one thing that was real...her orgasms. Rapid, strong, lingering. There was absolutely nothing vague about those!

And although she couldn't determine absolutely, precisely who she was making love to, for some reason David's image was constant.

She didn't exactly know why.

David was in heaven. This was the way he had always imagined Leigha's reaction to his advances to be. Warm, responsive, loving. It was blowing his mind that all of a sudden she was so receptive.

He didn't exactly know why.

There was an answer. Rhonda knew it, even though she had been tied up with Marty and never witnessed what was happening she knew the answer.

It was a matter of just a few tiny drops of liquid...the ones that she had carefully squeezed out of the syringe after David had prepared it. Waiting until after he left room three to wait for Leigha, Rhonda had went in and found the syringe, barely oozing out a few drops before returning it. If they were going to reduce the dosage she would give it a little boost of her own.

Let's see if little Miss Leigha can tell the difference.

She did. Oh, my goodness she definitely did!!

But David had lingered too long in his pleasure, had spent too much time basking in Leigha's newly receptive arms. Now, he had to not just massage her muscles while she was almost clear of the painkiller but had to do it slowly in order to avoid dealing her pain.

As hard as he tried, he couldn't resist touching her while he did it.

He had no idea how long she was actually free of the sedative before he completed his massage. For a full five minutes Leigha had laid there quietly, wincing at times at the pain but mostly just absorbing what was going on around her.

It was one thing that her doctor was administering a treatment. It was something else entirely that her body was fighting off the urge to respond sexually to it.

It wasn't just the difficulty she had controlling her undulating hips.

Was it her imagination? Was she still hallucinating from the drug?

As he massaged her bare ass his fingers were slipping down, sliding gently between her legs and stroking what was evidently her very wet and receptive pussy!!

In her fully recovered state it hadn't taken much to excite her. She was fighting an impending orgasm, her ass clinching and releasing to ward it off.

David didn't miss it! His deep kneading turning instead to light caresses.

His sore cock sprung to life again. She was responding and hot as a firecracker! Too bad he had to let her go. He would have loved to mount her from behind and feel her natural gyrations stroke him to orgasm.

Time was up.

When they left the office Marty detected an immediate difference in her. Normally she came out relieved and very relaxed. Today she seemed pensive, almost tense. He didn't know that, just like him, she was on verge of orgasm.

It was Friday night. He wondered, almost anticipated. He wasn't wrong.

As soon as they got home Leigha jumped him, searching for the release she needed from the sensual massage she had just received.

Marty responded, noting again that his cock and her pussy just wasn't a match. Every Friday night. He realized it was every Friday night. 

Friday nights were always David's night.

As for Leigha, her pussy was on fire and it would take Marty days to extinguish it. Her mind was on fire, too.

The smell that Marty had all over him when they got in the truck and when she laid on top of him at home was oh so familiar.

It wasn't just the smell of sex. She knew the perfume.

It was the smell of Rhonda!



Arousing Leigha Ch. 07



FINAL CHAPTER

ANTICIPATION

It was tempting. Rhonda almost had to bit her lip to keep from guiding Marty into that little closet on Tuesday night. She knew Dusty would be in room three with Leigha and wouldn't that be a jolt for Marty...with no warning, no breaking in period, watching his good friend Dusty and his young innocent wife as she was taking it up the ass! And moaning her appreciation for it as it happened!

Rhonda wanted it in the worse way but she knew two things; one, he needed to be primed just a little bit more, and two, as bad as she personally wanted to be present when Marty watched Dusty extract orgasm after orgasm from Leigha's ass it would be too much. He needed to be softened up by watching Leigha with David first. It seemed a bit strange that a distinguishing difference could be made but she knew that it could. Fucking a pussy was one thing; taking it in the ass was another. There was a taboo there. She conceded that.

She had no way to know that Leigha and Marty had finally penetrated that barrier weeks before. Although it was "special" it was often enough to be common.

In addition to room three, Rhonda was having thoughts about the waiting room, too. She knew which Marty she had left Friday night but which Marty would be back. Four days was a lot of time to think things over. Especially with him sexually tending to that excitable young body that Leigha offered him.

She decided against any shock factor. That had happened last week and was successful but now she needed to see where she really was with him. Rather than do anything special she decided to just stay in her scrubs and see what developed.

What had developed was Marty's hard on. Hours if not days before Leigha's visit. 

In fact, there had been no time during their sex-saturated weekend that Rhonda was too far from Marty's thoughts. Leigha and his soft screwing, the rough poundings, were all laced with illicit thoughts of somebody who not there.

And it wasn't just Marty. His young bride had wandering thoughts, too. A great deal of her concern had to do with Marty. The coincidences were starting to be a bit much for an intelligent wife to ignore. Strange lipstick on his ear, the wrong perfume permeating his clothing. It could just be something innocent but...?

But even more so was the other thing. The more she thought about it the more her curiosity was piqued. She wanted to blame it on the sedative, the inhibitive drug. But could she? When they first started weeks ago it had all been a blur and it still wasn't crystal clear by any means but things in room three were changing.

Last Friday the vision of David on top of her, slowly filling and stretching her cavity to the maximum with his huge cock was just about too much to ignore. And there was absolutely, positively no doubt about the casual fingering that had excited her pussy so much while he was massaging her naked ass. 

There had already been moments before then when she envisioned him seducing her but she wasn't sure. The same for Dusty, too. More than once that she had picked him out through her stupor as being the one who chose a different channel, a whole different approach, of making her body rack with orgasm.

And it was always after those fitful visions of Dusty that she not just offered herself to Marty but desired it deeply. It was if she being primed in room three before asking Marty to take her in the ass.

So, why wasn't she finding it repulsive instead of so curious? What brought her back for more? She knew after her last visit that she had passed the point of mere suspicion. She knew there was at least something illicit going on. She just didn't know how much.

Things were changing fast for Leigha and Marty. Each of them was being subjected to new challenges and even more so, new avenues of pleasure. None of it was by accident. All of it was carefully orchestrated.

And some of it manipulated. Rhonda had squeezed a few more drops out of the syringe again on Tuesday. She had received no negative feedback after the first time she had done it so she thought why not? It obviously didn't cause any harm!

And getting rid of an additional two drops more than before couldn't hurt anything.

FINAL PREPARATION

Once Leigha was taken back to room three Rhonda just went over and sat behind her desk. This was more important a test than last time. She had caught him by surprise then. Now, it was critical to see where he would take it.

Marty pretended to read a magazine he had thumbed through a dozen times already. His hard was lurching painfully in his tight jeans but he wasn't too sure where he stood with Rhonda. She had fucked him Friday but had it been a fluke, a joke she played on him just because she could?

Something needed to break the ice. He knew it. She knew it.

The silence was almost unbearable after ten minutes but Rhonda knew she had to endure it.

Finally, Marty had all he could take. Might as well break it open. The worse that could happen was for him to be totally embarrassed in front of her. He doubted very seriously that she would speak to anybody about it.

He laughed lightly, stood up, and walked around her desk. He leaned over and whispered into her ear.

"Rhonda, is there any chance at all that you would enjoy a nice fuck?" As soon as he said it he thought what the hell was that? He felt eighteen again.

It went straight through her. The jolt barely spent any time between her ears and brain before it slammed into her pussy! Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you.

She laughed as well as she could.

"That would really be nice, thank you."

Later, as she looked back, she calculated that it was about thirty seconds from the time she said that until he was inside her with that hard shaft, not pounding her but instead slowly riding her from behind while she leaned over and braced herself on the edge of her desk.

Neither had bothered to remove their clothes. He had unzipped and she had dropped her scrub bottoms to the floor.

After the whirlwind affair last week it was obvious that they both had the same idea this time. Each wanted a really nice slow fuck, stretching each other as far as they could, teasing and manipulating to hold off any impending orgasm. 

Marty wouldn't have had a chance in the game if he hadn't had position on her. By being behind her, he had access to her neck and face that she didn't have. Her tight, manipulating pussy was playing havoc with him but he responded with light kisses that were just sending her up the wall.

He wanted it to last the entire hour. They managed twenty minutes.

"Please." That's all she said, her voice husky with pleasure. She was there and was politely begging. At that point she was no manipulating bitch. There was just an aroused wife pleading for sexual release.

"U-u-h-h-h. Now." That's the best Marty could reply.

This time there was no howling, no reason to be cautious with their voices. They came together in a slow, mutual orgasm that was sensual devastation. It was if each was trying to enhance the others by subduing their own.

Neither wanted to move. They went into a "soaking" period where his cock was slowly becoming flaccid inside her warm, wet pussy. He pulled a chair behind him and pulled her down with him, never pulling out of her as he did. She didn't mind at all. She would have preferred to be turned around so that she could kiss him but if this was what he wanted she could certainly live with it. Both knew that in a few minutes she would coax him hard again.

Marty relaxed and enjoyed her offering but he couldn't help wondering what Leigha was doing. This had all become so strange, such an "out of world" experience for them. He was, deep down, starting to suspect this whole thing. There were just so many circumstances in their lives, so many changes.

And they were all just totally, absolutely wonderful!

Marty didn't know, couldn't have guessed how close he was to the truth. At that very moment his young wife was less than twenty feet away, her legs in the air and draped over Dusty's shoulders. On this particular afternoon Dusty's sexual appetite had changed.

Lucky for him he had early on detected a change in Leigha today. She was reacting differently. He wondered if Dave had picked up on it when he was in the room with her earlier.

She seemed not to have gone under as much as before. Not that he was complaining but her response to him was much better, much more natural than before. She had literally opened her arms to him and warmly returned his kisses in a way that wasn't there before. 

He took no chances. Just because he loved anal didn't mean that was all there was to it. He loved straight sex, too. The anal thing was more to be dominant than anything and right now wasn't the time. So today it was going to be a straight screw.

Leigha felt him enter her. Those few additional "cheating" drops that Rhonda had squeezed out were making a huge difference. Today, the heavy fog was gone. It was replaced more with a light haze, a feeling more of euphoria than anything else. It still left room for doubt but Leigha's mental state was more as if she had taken one of those "recreational drugs" than having received a heavy sedative.

There was a definite end result. 

That evening in room three by the time she was slowly and gently coerced into her second long, excruciating orgasm she had a name. She had a face.

She was looking directly into the eyes of Dusty Goff!!

THE AGONY AND THE ECTASY

They could feel the uneasiness when they went home. It wasn't as if they weren't speaking to each other but the usual banter between them was gone. In the past Leigha was feeling such relief from the pain and was so sexually charged from her unsuspected activities that there was an air of euphoria that was converted into a highly charged sexual atmosphere. That night it was different.

Doubt. Doubt is a vicious condition that can permeate even the strongest will. And right now they were both just burgeoning with it.

Marty first. What was really going on here? First there was Leigha returning from the "treatments" not just free of pain but so sexually hyped up that she was almost uncontrollable. And she had become so very predictable. That "different" pussy every Friday, the new insatiable appetite for anal every Tuesday. Those were questions in his mind.

What there weren't any questions about in his mind, what was for sure, was Rhonda. He had been thinking a lot about her. He figured he was a nice enough looking guy but was he so hot that an absolutely fantastic married chick who had it made in life would jump all over him? It was all starting to be a bit much. 

Leigha had her own thought and doubts, too. She was much more in turmoil than her doubting husband. But, like him, she was dealing with some truths and some suspicions. 

Once she left room three Tuesday evening that absolute, rock hard vision she had of Dusty making sweet love to her seemed to wane a little. What had been so clear just minutes before took on a shade of gray. To be exact, she was sure in her own mind that while she was "under" in room three Tuesday night Dusty Goss had made love with her. But, she certainly wasn't so sure of it that she would have confronted him.

Her thoughts wandered to Marty. Lipstick on his ear, perfume that belonged to Rhonda. As far as they all knew Rhonda had always gone home right after Leigha arrived. She was now steadfast in her belief that it wasn't so.

Was Rhonda taking a couple of hours a week to entice her man? With all that Rhonda had she couldn't imagine it but the evidence was so blatant!

Those were the things in doubt for Leigha, things that made her wonder.

But there was one thing she knew for absolute sure. Information that she held to herself.

The pain in her buttocks had totally disappeared over a week before. She had responded immediately to the treatment and over a period of weeks it was gone.

By then she was sort of mentally drugged into continuing her visits, much as if she was addicted. It wasn't costing them anything and in fact she was getting a free paid day off to ride with Marty, which she absolutely loved. Not only did she feel wonderful both physically and sexually after each visit but their love life was supercharged for days afterward. With the exception of the doubts about Rhonda her life had never been so exciting, so wonderful!

She had found herself a prisoner to that new life, not wanting to give it up. Especially now that the heavy fog was becoming a light haze.

So, the stage was set. That was the "State Of The Marriage" at six o'clock Friday night.

David was waiting in room three with some hesitation. Tonight was going to be different. He just had no idea how different it was going to be.

The syringe was waiting, this time really short of sedative. 

Leigha was there, more nervous than before and wishing she could watch what was going on in that waiting room.

Marty sat in the waiting room, surprised at the absence of Rhonda. As soon as Leigha had gone back to room three Rhonda had excused herself and left the building, leaving the door to the storeroom open. 

Rhonda was in her car down the street, waiting nervously. This was it. Crunch time.

Leigha was the first to notice something different. The sting of the shot was much less. Instead of being totally out of it in a few minutes she was more in a buzz as if she had drank one too many glasses of wine. 

David noticed it right away. Those little "test" he ran weren't for fun. They were an indicator and she failed. If this had happened in the past few weeks it would have caused an immediate shutdown. Not tonight.

Wednesday Dusty had made an unusual non-business visit with David. Without going into great detail he voiced his opinion about the night before. He was certain that Leigha was not nearly as under the influence as in the past. He wasn't complaining, heaven no. He was just reporting. This was serious stuff.

David took it all in consideration. He was already suspicious of something. Above all, he was a doctor treating a patient. And he had a very serious feeling that, a short time back, Leigha no longer was in pain from her buttocks. 

The response that she normally gave when he administered her painful muscles that deep, kneading massage was far different from what he was getting now. A deep massage of painful muscles would cause a huge amount of discomfort. The same massage on normal buttocks would most likely be fairly pleasurable.

That's why he had reduced the amount he was injecting. He was taking a huge leap but he thought that, however ridiculous it seemed, that they may have Leigha in a state of mind that she was willing to come in on her own for the pure pleasure of it. She may have been hooked on it!

Tonight, with Marty sitting alone outside, Leigha was going to be approached with almost no sedative. David expected her to be much more alert than before.

He was right.

It was all there tonight for her to detect. The little foot rub, the slight popping of her toes that she couldn't help but react to, the unmistakable lowering of her gown. She felt it all.

And the presence of David Ryan was undeniable. He was obviously in the room. But wasn't he supposed to be?

Actually, up to that moment nothing was out of place. She was in a treatment room being attended by a doctor.

But when his fingers started a familiar, upward stroking on the inside of her leg she knew the boundaries had been crossed. She couldn't deny it any more than she wanted to defend it. She lay very still instead, hoping not to give herself away. What a mess she was in! Even if she felt the urge to disrupt what was happening to her who would believe it?

But it wasn't an issue right then. Her mood wasn't that of being disruptive. It was instead that of being receptive.

When the caressing fingers reached her waiting crotch and applied the first of many strokes on a swollen clit, her feigned innocence was shattered.

She rolled her head, elevated her hips, and let out the first of many long, soulful wails.

She might as well have turned on a light in the visiting room that said, "Enter now!"

Rhonda was absent by design. She had decided that for the first few minutes Marty should be by himself in the moment of revelation. She didn't want to be part of the horror, the disappointment, and the immediate hurt.

Instead, she would let him suffer alone before she came to his rescue, applying a sexual band-aid to make things all better.

Hopefully he wasn't going to go over the deep end and bust out the mirror or anything. If so, she didn't want to be there for that ugly scene, either.

But what she did do was leave the door open and the speaker up loud. She knew that it would be a beacon that would direct him to the exact place he needed to be.

She was right. Leigha's moan came through nice and clear. Marty had heard it many times and easily recognized the voice. It was a special moan, one that he had extracted from her many times before.

He hesitated. There came another. Fuck!! What the hell was going on in there?

That was it. He entered the dark storeroom quietly, not bothering to look for a light switch. He noticed an extremely dim light just around the end of the shelving at the far end.

Approaching it he realized it was a very small window, most likely one with some type of cover that prevented the light from penetrating.

He looked through it.

Marty would never be the same!

Nor would Leigha. Nor David Ryan. Rhonda Ryan. Dusty Goss.

They just didn't know it. The only one that did was an absolutely stunned Marty!

Tears spurted. His heart lurched painfully. He felt like he had been kicked in the stomach!

Initial thoughts exploded in his mind. 

"That bitch!" came out first.

"That asshole!" David Ryan had made his list.

But he didn't turn his head. He was locked in on the scene unfolding through the little window. 

By then David had Leigha writhing on the table, his fingers urging her rapidly into her first orgasm. He had a sequence, a little game that he played. It never failed and he wasn't about to change. Especially with him thinking she was fully aware of his actions.

Marty stared at them.

"She's going to come," he thought. "He's going to make the little cunt come."

It was if he had signaled David a command. David quit any sort of teasing and went to work. He wasn't trying to just please now...he was after the first of what he knew would be multiple orgasms. She always did.

Marty watched in shocked silence. She was building fast and he knew it. Not only had he done it to her but also he had watched her do it to herself. Leigha loved being fingered and Marty admitted that David was obviously doing it well! 

Marty watched as David slipped two fingers inside of her and jammed them unmercifully inside of her. She tensed her body and her bare stomach began to convulse. She was coming. And come she did.

"A-a-a-a-u-u-u-u-u-g-g-g-g-h-h-h-h-h," came out of her long and strong. It shattered the quietness in the closet but could have easily been heard out in the waiting room.

And that was where Rhonda was at the time. She had slipped in the locked front door and hid herself in the front restroom with the door open. Her trap had worked. Not only was Marty in there but there was obviously a lot of action.

She knew he must be devastated!

Marty was riveted to what was happening on that table. Leigha's orgasm was sending her squirming all over it. In a sordid way it was almost comical how David had to keep up with her as she shifted her body. But he wasn't laughing.

He was just watching, his heart sinking lower each minute. What next?

Actually, he knew damned well what would come next. He just didn't care to fully recognize the finality of it. It never crossed his mind to put an end to it, to say something to them...to speak out. Instead he was caught up in the whole sordid situation, becoming part of it rather than bringing it to an end.




Arousing Leigha Ch. 07



David slowed his assault on Leigha's sensitive clit and repositioned himself. Marty watched with surprise how easily he maneuvered her legs over his shoulders. But it wasn't a surprise when he dipped his head between her legs. Marty sort of shrugged when it happened as if conceding something. It sort of figured that Leigha was about to get her pussy eaten. It was pretty much a natural sequence.

And she did. David didn't have to watch the clock so much today. He was far enough into this to know that the drug was having essentially no effect on Leigha. She hadn't done anything to admit it but all things given he knew she was at least seventy five percent on her own. There were sure little signs, like the gentle way she was guiding his head as he delved into her wet crotch.

Leigha moaned softly with the arrival of his mouth. It was wonderfully soft and knowing. Her pussy had been eaten so many times before it was uncountable but there was something very different about this. She knew it was stupid but did it make a difference that he was a doctor? Was he aware of a special spot that was secret?

Not really. Leigha was just incredibly aroused and susceptible to his touch. Without the drug inhibiting her she was his for the taking. And she wanted to be taken real bad!

Today she knew without a doubt about who was between her legs. There was no denying, no guessing. It was David's head she was guiding to her sweet spot, not Marty.

Marty. All at once she thought of him and blanched. My god what was she doing? Where was Marty? Why wasn't he stopping this?

She never even entertained the thought of stopping it herself. It felt way too good for that and the real pleasure was yet to come. This was nothing but an appetizer before the feast.

But what a snack! David was delving into her like a banana split, trying hard to suck and lick the cherry off before getting to the whipped cream.

Marty watched as Leigha grasped David's head and urged him on with slowly rotating hips. It was the first time Marty had ever watched a woman getting her pussy licked and he was suddenly aware of the sexual devastation it must be to the woman.

Marty was going through a subtle change. He had not noticed it. It wasn't like he had said, "Okay, okay, Marty. Take it easy."

But somewhere in the past few minutes a lot of the surprise and anger had somehow dissipated. He was still reeling from grief but he was slowly moving from a distraught husband to a captivated observer. 

Leigha was rolling her hips and thrusting up slightly to accommodate the mouth that was pleasing her so. Her head rolled slowly from side to side, lifting at times to watch her intruder.

My God, it felt so go-o-o-o-d! And her body actions were baring that out.

"U-u-u-m-m-m-m-m." Leigha started rewarding David with little audible feedbacks in addition to her receptive body movements. This was so nice, she thought. Real, real nice.

David knew it was time. He wasn't tied down to an exact minute today but then again it couldn't last forever and he had bigger plans. Today, for the first time, he felt that he was going to have Leigha as he had always dreamed...naturally, loving, totally coherent and receptive to his love.

He made his move to finish her off with his mouth. Even Marty could see his increased effort. 

Leigha moaned and squirmed under his mouth. 

"O-o-o-h, o-o-o-h, o-o-o-h," she moaned slightly.

Marty cringed. How many times had she done that with him and he had paid little attention? Why was it now, with another man extracting the pleasure from her, that the little whimpers seemed so sensual? 

It was a wonder she could feel such pleasure while being totally sedated with a heavy drug.

All at once it hit him!!

It was if somebody had turned on a big billboard light and it read, "Hey, stupid! Think about it!!"

Marty was suddenly stunned and ashamed of himself. What was he thinking? That wasn't his Leigha out there voluntarily putting out to David Ryan...it was a drug induced woman that had absolutely no idea what she was doing and what was happening to her.

It was a huge weight lifting off his heart and soul. It was if all the anger immediately lifted. How could they have taken advantage of her like this?

Of course, Marty was totally wrong about all of this but he didn't know and it was his saving grace. But it was enough. Enough to change his mode, his mood, as he watched the events unfold. 

In his frazzled mental and sexual condition, given all that had been thrown him in such a short time, Marty was looking for a break, any excuse to ease the situation.

Slowly the anger, the disappointment, and the fear...he wanted it all to leave him. He didn't want to deal with it.

Rhonda was right. She had pegged it. Given the right time, the right situation, Marty would get past his anger and disappointment and instead start to be absorbed by what was transpiring in front of him.

And plenty was transpiring.

David was pushing on. He wanted to make it last but he had to get past this and go on. He slipped his mouth over Leigha's sensitive clit and began to suck. At the same time he reached up for her swollen nipples and tweaked them gently. He still couldn't get used to the length of them. Fantastic!!

Leigha moved with David's mouth, her hips rotating in an upward spiral to meet his mouth.

Marty's eyes moved with every motion she made. He knew what David was feeling right now. Those pulsating hips had danced many times to the touch of his mouth. It just seemed that, watching another man cause it, it was all the more pronounced...more sensual. 

Leigha was building fast and David wasn't going to delay it. At another time, yes, but not today. He had other plans for that wet, hot pussy he tasted.

Leigha was ever so aware of David's mouth and the havoc it was playing with her senses. Her clit was so sensitive it almost hurt. But that didn't stop her from grinding against his face, coaxing him with her words and her rotating hips for her oncoming release. 

Marty watched her gain momentum. His thoughts were so strange, so unexpected that he was ashamed inwardly. He knew she wasn't herself but what the hell, it was still Leigha. It was still his wife!

But Marty had to grudgingly admit. This was starting to turn him on. Damn!! What the fuck was happening to them? Where had their lives led them? No morals, no scruples, no nothing? Sex could override all decency?

It didn't make any difference. He was rock hard and he knew it.

Leigha came hard. Just like that. She blew through the buildup and just exploded on David's face, moaning loudly and rotating her squirming hips in big circles. She felt good. More than good. It was blowing her mind.

She couldn't help but admit an illicit thought...she knew that part of her pleasure, the raw excitement, was because it was David's head between her legs and not Marty's. These pasts few years of fantasying had done it's job. All the times she had brought herself off wondering what it would be like to have her pussy dance under the attack of David's mouth was suddenly there. 

And it was twice as wonderful as she had ever dreamed. She couldn't stop coming, didn't want to, and begged him not to stop.

It wasn't lost on Marty. There it was in the open. Drugged or not, his bride was begging for another man's mouth.

His cock surged. His heart quickened. And he couldn't stop the thought entering his mind. The vision wasn't a result of today, but rather one that had lingered in the back of his mind for several years. One that had caused a lot of illicit pleasure, sometimes spilling over into their sex without Leigha knowing it.

David acknowledged Leigha's state of mind and body. He knew this was the real thing, that the slight reduction in sedative was working and he was getting the real Leigha this time. That she obviously loved it and wanted more of him was payback many times over for the years of waiting.

But the foreplay was over. It was time to put her to the real test. Now it was time to see just how much Leigha could take, how she would react to the real David.

He dropped the bottoms to his scrubs along with the boxers under them. Carefully he picked Leigha's legs up and placed them over his shoulders. Today he was going to take her in a standing up position. He had more control then. Next time he would mount her fully, feeling the full warmth of her and especially experiencing her luscious mouth.

Several things happened all at once. Marty saw David's cock for the first time. Mentally his mouth hung open. The staff sticking out from David Ryan's torso not only looked like it was ten inches long but the girth was unbelievable. He was huge! There was no other way Marty could describe it.

"No way," Marty shouted to himself. "No way she can take him."

But even as he said it he was slowly taking his own cock out of his pants, releasing it from its confines to relieve the pressure.

As sordid as the whole thing was it was incredibly erotic. For years he often wondered about something. He was now finding out.

David had been through this several times with Leigha but now she was totally aware. This was going to be more than uncomfortable; it was going to hurt at times. He knew she could hear him, that she was feigning her consciousness. 

"Leigha, listen to me," he whispered.

"Take your time. Let me know when to back off."

Leigha heard every word. She almost said, "Okay."

If she had actually been under she probably would have said just that and he knew it.

David poised over her, his cock sliding up and down her wet pussy. He needed to make sure both of them were as wet as possible.

He grasped Leigha's hand and carefully guided it to his cock. When she touched it she instinctively wrapped her hand around it.

Rhonda was in the waiting room, just outside the door to the stockroom. She had heard a lot, both from David and Leigha. Every now and then she even heard Marty muttering under his breath. 

But what was this? This thing that just happened.

It was Leigha responding to her full awareness of his cock. When she grasped David's cock and realized her hand did not go around it she had let out a huge audible sigh deep that not only went through the speaker but also was loud enough to reach Rhonda's ears. 

Dread? Anticipation? Disbelief? Weariness? Whatever it was she obviously felt it very deeply.

Rhonda held her breath. It must be very close to the time that David would have to skip any more niceties and slowly introduce an alert Leigha to that cock. She couldn't decide whether she felt sorry for her or envied her. How would Leigha react?

How would Marty react? She was about to find out.

She breathed deeply and cautiously stepped into the room. She knew she was going to have to put the pieces back together in there in a very short time. Could she do it? Would it be a lost cause?

She quietly slipped around the corner to confront the broken Marty.

Rhonda froze!

Of all the scenarios that had passed through her mind in these years this was never one.

There in front of her stood Marty, leaning slightly against the wall with his cock in his hand. 

Totally involved with the illicit, immoral, sordid act in front of him, Marty was obviously completely mesmerized, mentally saturated with the vision of what was happening.

It had happened. What was so painful, so sordid, and so hurtful just minutes ago had changed to pure eroticism. Rhonda had hit it right on the head. Once again raw sex overcame hurt.

But she hadn't expected this!!

What Rhonda didn't know, what Leigha didn't know, was that Marty had a deep, deep secret that was well hidden from Leigha.

Nine months into their marriage something had happened that excited Marty into a recurring lurid dream, an unimaginable scenario that he just couldn't shake.

He had, in his life, had two dreams that erotically tormented him. One was to fuck a beautiful married woman older than him. Rhonda granted him that wish.

But this other one, well, it would be too much to wish.

Movement right beside him suddenly shook his thought chains. It startled him, causing him to clumsily try to hide his swollen cock.

"Is that for me?" she asked softly.

She moved up and casually looked in at the scene. David was just now starting to enter Leigha, probably just pressing that massive head against the opening of her tiny unsuspecting vagina. Rhonda knew he hadn't gone any further than that or she would have heard Leigha's reaction, her cries. She had seen this before and she knew Leigha couldn't take him without a great deal of pain.

She hoped Romeo here could take it.

Marty was petrified, startled that she was there.

"Well?" Rhonda laughed softly as his discomfort.

Before he could answer she broke the ice a little. Without a word she lifted her scrub top up and over her head, dropping it to the floor.

"Would you mind?" She turned around with her back facing him.

He clumsily unsnapped her bra. She dropped it to the floor and kicked it aside.

Rhonda took Marty's hands and led them to her chest, filling each with a massive, firm breast.

That was it. She won. Marty was all in.

And he was a little bit angry. It was becoming very obvious that this wasn't such a casual coincidence...finding the unlocked door at just the right time, Rhonda just "showing up."

"Nope", he thought. "I'm pretty much just a country boy but I know when I've been set up. And most likely Leigha with me."

For the first time it all dawned on him. Maybe not everything but most of it.

"Oh, my God," he thought. "Just exactly how long did it take them? Who all is involved?" 

He was overwhelmed. Speechless. How long had this room been here? Years? And then the real jolt.

Had they been hired years ago for the sole purpose of getting Leigha in here?

You would never know for sure, Marty, but you had absolutely nailed it on the head.

An anguished cry interrupted his thoughts.

Unlike him, Rhonda had never taken her eyes off the couple in front of her. David had obviously just pressed harder into her. Her reaction was an immediate cry of pain.

He had been inside of her before but today just might not be his day. There was no embarrassment in it as far as Rhonda was concerned. Over the years, especially the first few, there were a number of times she just couldn't take him.

David was aware of this and she knew he would back off if he felt he needed to. It may ruin the day but he would back off.

Her gaze went back to Marty.

"Well, am I too old for you now, Marty? Do you remember what I asked you? Could you take it if I showed you an erotic world you never thought existed."

He hesitated before he spoke. He had to make a decision about which way he was going with this. If he backed down now it was over. Did he want it over?

Rhonda had a skill over the years of getting her point over and winning little wars. She laughed lightly at Marty. This one was no different.

Marty lost this war without speaking. He didn't even move.

Rhonda simply dropped her scrubs bottoms and kicked them out of the way. She wasn't wearing panties, having taken them off in the bathroom.

Without saying a word she simply stepped up to the mirror, spread her legs wide and leaned over with her elbows on the sill as if to casually watch the proceedings inside.

The timing was perfect. Leigha let out another loud cry, directing an "Oh,oh,oh,oh,oh" to nobody but David got the idea. He had penetrated his head about halfway into her stretched cervix and she had to adjust.

Marty's attention was riveted to his young wife.

"My God, she's beautiful." It just came out, slowly spoken and deeply meant.

Rhonda laughed softly, turned around and slipped her hand around his cock.

"She's more than beautiful, Marty. She's absolutely knockdown gorgeous."

She actually felt his cock lurch when she said it. She had hit home. She knew the key through the rest of this was Leigha, not herself, David, or Marty.

"Don't you want her enjoy this, to watch him make her come with that huge cock?"

"Yeah, I guess." 

"Remember me asking you if you trusted her?"

"I remember."

"Well, trust her."

"Oh, oh, u-u-u-a-a-h-h-h," Leigha was vocal again. But for a reason.

David had been patient, taking his time, whispering small encouragement to Leigha all the time. Easy, easy, easy he had coaxed her. Relax, you can do it.

And she had. The first battle was won. That head had entered all the way, clearing her entrance and poised to fill her so full that she would be stretched past a point she would think inconceivable.

Marty watched with a mixture of pain and pleasure for his mate. He knew how small her pussy was, how tight she could contract around his cock. But this, this was impossible. She couldn't possible take him.

Rhonda wouldn't have volunteered that Leigha already had, several times over.

Rhonda was getting impatient. This was only going to last so long and even though her main goal that night was to introduce Marty to the situation she had other motives too. 

In short, her pussy was on fire and needed Marty's hose to put it out.

It was time to take things into her hands, literally. She wrapped her hand around Marty's cock, leaned over so that it went between her legs, and slowly slid it up and down what she knew was a slushy pussy waiting to be entered. 

Marty gave in. The scene in front of him was overpowering to start with. To be able to stroke a wet pussy instead of his hand just added to it.

Just as he entered Rhonda and started slow deep strokes it appeared that David had reached a hurdle. It might not have been all the way in but he was stroking Leigha with smooth pushes in and out, causing her to moan constantly.

But even more expressive was her face. Leigha's face was going through multiple expressions, ranging from obvious bliss to contorted looks of deep discomfort.

But she didn't stop, didn't ask for leniency. Instead, she kept up a constant movement with her hips, her pelvis rotating and adjusting as he applied pressure.

It took another five minutes but it happened. It was obvious by Leigha's body language. All at once she realized he had taken him all. He never announced it but instead started rewarding her with long full strokes, coming almost all the way out before quickly stretching her again on his way in. 

The little pressure she felt down deep was him pressuring her uterus until it tilted slightly to accommodate him.

"Remember I said you weren't giving her what she wants?" Rhonda whispered back to Marty.

"Yeah." It still haunted him.

"This is one of the things I'm talking about."

Marty couldn't answer her. He understood but what could he do? He figured his cock was average, not a log like David.

Rhonda picked up on it.

"I know. He's different, isn't he? But do you want to know what else she wants?"

What an odd time for all of this, Marty thought.

Rhonda didn't wait for an answer. She was really anxious to see what she had.

Without a word she reached down and removed him from her pussy. He had no idea what she was doing.

He was lubricated, wet to the point of being slick.

Slowly she relocated his head, this time snuggling it firmly between the cheeks of her ass and nestling it at her hole.

Marty couldn't believe it! Her message was undeniable. He had never figured her for this.

He pressed forward right then, afraid she would change her mind. He wasn't going to let this pass. It was if he was getting to pay somebody back for what was happening.

Rhonda closed her eyes and silently exalted her fortunes. Marty was an ass man. She could already tell. 

And she was right. He loved it and started an immediate pounding. He felt no inclination to be gentle with her. It was payback time!




Arousing Leigha Ch. 07



That was it. Any façade of what was going on dissipated. On each side of that little mirror were lurid, illicit scenes being played out.

David filled Leigha to capacity. Marty was doing the same to Rhonda's ass with long fluid strokes that often totally cleared her rectum before entering again. Each time he did that she moaned with pleasure.

Leigha was only aware of that massive cock penetrating the whole of her, stretching her well past her limits and certainly past any previous experience. It had hurt like hell during the process, had strained her every fiber, screamed at every nerve.

Then, pure bliss. Pleasure she never deemed possible. It was amazing what a massive cock could do. She had heard stories. This was real. Real good!

David had slowed, his cock blissfully stroking a receptive Leigha. He pulled her up into a bit of a sitting position, giving him a chance to lean over to search for her mouth. She gratefully responded, softly guiding his head to hers to accommodate him.

Marty heard the small moans she emitted when she received David's mouth. He stiffened. That was almost too much, too personal. If there had been any tiny bit of him that had reservations about her total surrender to this man who wasn't her husband, it evaporated right then. He knew it. She was totally David's.

In the back of his mind that little thought passed again. He had his answer. The question he had pondered for years. He had his answer.

"Oh, oh, oh, ah, ah, ah, um-m-m-m-m-m," Leigha was beginning a little chant. She was building to climax; ready to come around David's cock.

David didn't just hear her, he felt her. Her pussy was contracting and releasing while she responded to the action. He had wanted it to last just a little longer but his fingers and mouth had primed her way too much for her to ride that monster cock a long time without coming.

Marty and Rhonda watched with riveted eyes, honed ears, nerves so sensitive that just a light touch of fingers sent spasms down their bodies. Neither spoke but both knew Leigha's impending orgasm was going to wash all of them over with her. All of them.

They were right. 

"U-u-u-u-m-m-m-m-m-p-p-p-p-h-h-h-h-h," Leigha started repeating it over and over. Each time it became louder.

Then, it was there. For Leigha and David to feel, for Marty and Rhonda to witness.

Leigha's body tensed, her arms tightened so hard around David he thought she was going to break a rib, and then the shudder.

It started slowly then gained speed and voracity. In a few seconds a trembling Leigha was stroking his cock slowly and shaking all over...more a vibration than any orchestrated move.

And the sounds, the wails, crashed the walls. 

Leigha wasn't just coming...she was having a sexual explosion around David's massive cock.

She couldn't believe the pleasure. Where had this always been? Could she survive the moment or was she about to pass out?

It was too much for David. He froze and came. He didn't have to pump...Leigha was draining him dry with her uncontrollable gyrations. And it was her voice, her cries, which were as devastating as her pulsating pussy.

Marty slammed Rhonda's ass. She pushed back hard to receive him.

"Now." It was a command more than a request. She was ready.

Both knew they didn't have the luxury of making noise. They had to contain everything to the physical aspect.

And Marty came through. He pounded Rhonda's ass so hard he had to help her stand up. She was dancing back and forth; her body dropping only to have him lift her up again so that he could plow that narrow orifice.

They felt rather than heard the deep moans, the massive grunts permeating their bodies.

Their thoughts seemed to run as one...now this was an orgasm!

The frantic scenes, both in front and behind the mirror, slowly ceased.

In the wake of undulating bodies and uncontrolled cries of pleasure came silence.

Within feet of each other were four drained bodies...and two drained minds.

There was no exact timetable but it was minutes rather than hours. It took about that long for Leigha and Marty to regress, to shudder at what had just happened. 

And not much longer for Rhonda to react to reality.

"We've gotta go," she whispered as she looked for her clothes. She almost pushed Marty out of the little storeroom before locking it.

He wasn't stupid. All at once he had the picture.

Marty guessed accurately that David had no idea Rhonda was watching him each time from behind that mirror. He probably assumed he was screwing Leigha in private.

Another thought occurred to him. Who else had Rhonda watched in addition to Leigha? And was it all contained to Rhonda? Who else besides her had been in that room, watching?

He had tripped upon a deep web of deceit.

Rhonda came up to give him a kiss. Before she could say it he held up his hand a little and laughed.

"I know, I know. You were never here."

She smiled. He was on to it. The whole thing.

She slipped out the door. She had won. 

Or had she?

In the end David was whisking Leigha out the door almost as briskly as Rhonda had departed. Once the sexually saturated atmosphere started to evaporate he knew he had to get back to reality. She had a waiting husband out front.

Again it was one of those evenings where little was said. Both were deep in their own thoughts. Leigha could never have known how close their thoughts were running.

Marty was aroused. He knew why and not all of it had to do with Rhonda's wonderful ass. As soon as they got home he led Leigha to the bedroom. A reluctant Leigha finally relented to his demands, losing every battle including her request to take a shower. Marty wanted her just as she was. He was suspicious.

His suspicion was verified. When he entered Leigha she was massive. He was swallowed in that ravenous pit, unable to fill her at all. Just like every Friday night for the past weeks.

Now he knew the source. Today was obviously not the first time Leigha had taken David's massive cock.

He was amazed at how calmly he took it.

Later, Leigha was a little in a daze. Marty had pumped her slowly and gently an hour before. Even though he was wonderful with her his cock felt small again, unable to fill her as he would normally.

The difference was, this time she knew why. She was well aware of what had happened just hours ago. Her question was the same as Marty's...how many times before that? This was not the first time she had detected a major difference in the way Marty was able to fill her body. Surely it wasn't what she was thinking? She dropped her head. Surely not!

She piddled mindlessly in the kitchen. Marty sat out on the porch.

There were a lot of mysteries to be mulled, neither of them having a complete picture of what was happening. But one thought, one bit of concrete evidence, slowly came to both of them.

During the entire visit to the clinic that evening there was no attempt at all for David to administer any treatment whatsoever to Leigha's ass.

EPILOGUE

Leigha looked out the window of the big truck as it moved along. She was still startled at the silent confrontation she had just had with the State trooper but she continued to slowly stroke herself between the legs. Not only was it pleasing her but she also knew Marty loved it.

Her mind was again trying to put the past few months all together, trying to understand what had happened to a young loving wife that all at once she was so involved, so mentally trapped into such deviant practices as had happened. She still had no idea of Marty's knowledge of her activities, his involvement in the whole sordid thing. And she never would.

She just knew they had both of them had been going overboard lately to please each other. And for a good reason.

Immediately following that enlightening visit to David's office she had felt ashamed, humiliated. Maybe what had happened prior to that Friday night was not her fault. She had, at least most of the time, been fully under the influence of a drug that inhibited her good sense.

But that one night was different. It was clear now that she had received almost no sedative. Not only had she not been sedated but also he hadn't even bothered to treat her. Not that she needed it but she erroneously felt that only she knew that. 

She was now convinced that from the start she had been brought into that office for one thing and one thing alone...to be seduced.

And had she ever been seduced!! Even then she slightly ground her ass into the seat and felt the walls of her pussy contract a little just thinking about how that huge cock had penetrated her so painfully until she thought she would pass out, only to recover and be rewarded with fulfillment she never thought possible. Even in her most sensual dreams.

But that wasn't the wonderment of what was happening to her. Oh, no. That could possibly have been dealt with.

What was even more astonishing was all that had happened since that infamous night almost two weeks ago.

Her visits to room three hadn't stopped!!

She closed her eyes, visualizing every minute, every event that had unfolded since that fateful Friday night.

She and Marty had gone through a very strange weekend, emotions running from shying away from each other to torrid sex. There were times that she almost thought he knew...that her secret wasn't so much a secret.

Then came Tuesday night. What was she to do? There was no cancellation, no nothing. How was she to explain not wanting to go? 

She looked out the truck window and mentally winced. She knew damned well what happened, why she hadn't cancelled or bowed out of the situation altogether. 

She had been so sexually aroused by David's fucking that she couldn't seem to stop her from wondering what it would be like to be in that room again. What would happen?

She would never have guessed. Or maybe she could. There had been that session before that she had left with that strong vision of Dusty. 

Of Dusty taking her in the ass. 

This time it was no vision. She had no sooner received another of the impotent shots that David left the room and Dusty walked in. Somehow the shock wasn't as great as it should have been. She was so mentally saturated with sex that she didn't object, relenting instead to his searching hands and mouth. Within minutes he had ravaged her with both but his pleasuring foreplay didn't prepare her for the rest of the evening.

In a way she thought impossible, in the next thirty minutes Dusty had slowly and carefully seduced her ass as if it were her demanding pussy. She had recently begun to let Marty take her in the ass but it was nothing like this.

At the moment while riding in that truck she couldn't seem to visualize every detail of that night but there was a definite end result...the insatiable burning and longing for Dusty and his cock pleasing her ass couldn't be denied, even days later.

And of course as soon as they got home Marty insisted they have sex. She was totally taken aback when he demanded that she surrender to his demands, placing her on her knees on the side of the bed before standing behind her and pumping her ass as if he had never had it. It was if he could read her mind.

They had both exploded in a gigantic mutual orgasm. It had been wonderful. 

But not enough to prevent her from returning that Friday night to totally surrender again to David's cock. And again last night, walking away with a tantalizing aftermath caused by Dusty again burying himself into her welcoming ass.

She just couldn't seem to pull away from it. No matter how she promised herself to end it when the actual hour came the pull was so strong, the anticipation so high, she couldn't control it.

She was being fucked by so many in so many ways she just couldn't break the cycle.

She glanced at Marty. She loved him so much and bless his heart he knew nothing.

Marty guided the big rig along the road and studied Leigha carefully.

He loved her right now more than ever before. Her innocence gone, her sexuality completely exposed, she filled his senses daily to a breaking point. 

She had no idea how much he knew. He had watched her four times now, twice each with David and Dusty. He was getting ready to put a stop to it soon but right now he was as hooked on it as she. It seemed so strange, so utterly unreal, but he absolutely loved watching her get fucked. And stopping it right now wasn't going to wipe the deed away. What was done was done. He just wanted to play it out for another two weeks, to allow them as much of the sexual fantasy they were living in to transpire as much as possible. And Leigha certainly didn't seem to object.

She had no idea she was fulfilling a long-standing fantasy.

He always had two. One was to screw an older, super attractive woman. Rhonda had filled the bill on that, not just meeting his dream but doing it in such a way he never dreamed possible. She far surpassed his visions and he knew she had no intentions of letting him go, even after all other activities would stop.

But he thought the other fantasy would never be filled in his lifetime.

For years he had wondered what it would be like to watch Leigha with another man.

He glanced again over at her and smiled. How odd the timing. She was bringing herself to another little orgasm, squirming in her seat as she did so. He had no idea it was the vivid memory of Dusty's cock that was making her squirm so as she came.

Marty remembered precisely the moment that he had mentally conjured up the image of Leigha and somebody else.

They had been married a little over nine months. He and Leigha had met after high school and, being from different towns, had never dated each other prior to that. He wasn't a fool. He had been fucking since he was fifteen and he had no reason to think she hadn't fooled around at least some before him. She certainly wasn't a virgin when they married.

There was a guy named Troy that she had dated two years in high school before they drifted apart. Leigha didn't speak of him often but Marty knew there had been a close relationship there that maybe Leigha thought would progress past where it did.

Instead, Troy went in the Marines and within months all communications mutually stopped. She never saw or heard from him again before they got married and moved out of town

About seven months after their marriage there was an event that made the local papers. Troy was in Iraq and had ignored his own safety while placing himself in between two warring sects involved in a gunfight in order to protect a family caught in the middle.

Even though Troy insisted it happened often he received a nice medal and was greeted back home as a hero during his mid tour leave.

There wasn't a huge celebration but the one planned couldn't be complete without Leigha being there. Both Troy and Leigha's family made that clear.

The two of them attended a really nice evening function at Troy's parent's house. Although everybody insisted the dress was casual Leigha dressed up a little. She looked great in a real short red dress that was perfect for her. Marty thought the front of it was a little daring but he said nothing. In fact, every time she leaned over she exposed her breasts in a tiny white bra that you could see through.

It was just one of those evenings for Marty. He knew few people there and milled around just to be friendly. Leigha was different. Every person she met was treated like a long lost best friend.

In the case of Troy it was true. They had been very close for a long time and Marty wasn't about to guess how exactly close they had been.

Marty didn't know what to expect but when he met Troy he was totally impressed with him. Troy wouldn't have wanted it that way but that was part of his draw. He was an extremely handsome young man that was very easy to like. He quickly brushed off any ideas of him being a hero, mentioning instead all the wounded that were more important than he. 

Marty didn't try to take up too much of his time. He knew Troy had a lot of people to talk to whereas he had none.

About nine that night there was still a full house but you could tell this thing was about to slow down. As he had already done several times that night Marty walked outside for a while and stood alone in the darkness. The fresh air did him well.

He was standing in the deep darkness behind a car that had been parked under a tree over to one side of the driveway. There was a small detached tool shed very close by that was slightly illuminated by a street light nearby.

Marty heard somebody come out of the house but he had seen that several times during the evening. He chose not to speak. He wasn't exactly up to a conversation with somebody he didn't know.

As soon as they grew near he could hear their voices. He recognized them as Troy and Leigha.

They were cutting up and laughing, picking on some of the people still in the house. Marty stepped back a little further into the shadows. He didn't particularly want to get involved with them, either.

They slowly strolled the little yard, speaking softly enough for him not to distinguish their conversation but he wasn't interested anyway.

A few minutes later they came around the corner of the house and Troy guided her behind the little tool room. When they hit the lighted portion all at once they had at least a little bit of his attention. 

They were holding hands. The light laughter had changed to a quiet, intimate conversation that he couldn't hear. For the first time he wished he could. Maybe this was more interesting than he first thought.

They went through a few childish things over the next few minutes. Sort of hitting on each other lightly with their hands when one obviously brought up something unwanted from the past or something like that.

Sometime in the next couple of minutes the mood changed. Slowly each of them stopped speaking, instead just holding hands and looking out into the darkness. 

Troy leaned back against the shed and after a while took Leigha by both hands and gently pulled her over to him. It took about two minutes for him to try his first kiss.

Marty was frozen by that time, hidden silently in the shadows but with a perfect view of what was transpiring. He knew they were in the light and unable to see him.

He held his breath. How would she react?

She didn't avoid him. The kiss was short, almost like a fifth grader would do.

Then another, this a little longer. Troy abandoned the holding hands thing and softly pulled her to him. She didn't crawl all over him but she didn't exactly fight him off, either. They have been here before, Marty thought. It was too natural.

The little kisses continued, more of a comforting nature than any aggressive sensual way. His hands began exploring, trailing along her neck and arms. 

This time, Marty saw it. There was a very distinct, very positive reaction from Leigha. If he could pick up on it surely Troy would.

Troy did.

His little playful kisses became more lingering, more often, and much, much deeper.

It seemed to Marty that in only the next two minutes they went from light brushes on the lips and cheeks to deep, foraging ones that searched Leigha's lips and neck as if looking for a treasure. 

Troy had pulled her up close against his body and had both arms wrapped around her tightly while he sought her lips and neck constantly.

There was no resistance that Marty could see. If Leigha had any objections she was doing a great job of hiding them! Within minutes she was totally absorbed, her arms wrapped around his neck and responding to a flood of nonstop kissing that was obviously to her liking.

Then it was there, however light. A familiar nice little moan from Leigha. This may be innocent but it evidently was a rather sensual innocence. He had heard that moan before, many times, and knew what it meant. She was definitely heating up.