8 comments/ 94756 views/ 18 favorites Ch. 01: Threshold By: Wilson Spalding [NOTE: this story has a longish set-up. If you need instant gratification, this bit isn't for you. However, this story introduces some characters that may wind up playing out over several stories. So... if you can stand a slow, steady build-up of tension, the payoff should be pretty intense. Happy trails.] Janie looked out the window. "Game starts in half an hour. Where are they?" "Fuck if I know," Rick shrugged. "But here be beer, plasma, chips and good company." "Aww." Janie crossed the living room and gave her boyfriend a hug. It was a tender moment, at least until Rick gave her butt a squeeze. She giggled, gave her cheeks a wiggle and pranced away. Rick half-pointed at her shirt. It was tight cream button down number – tight enough that the middle-bust button magically undid itself on a regular basis. "Button's open." "Hm? Oh. Again?" Janie half-consciously buttoned the button as she headed for the hall. "Tease." "Maybe," she purred as she disappeared into the bedroom. Almost a shame that his friends were going to show up, Rick thought. He watched Janie round the corner and couldn't help but stare at her dancer's butt. Granted, she wasn't naked but she still filled her jeans like an American calendar girl. Rick turned back toward the tube. The television was flashing great Superbowl moments, from Vince Lombardi to Janet Jackson's boob - still the most TiVo'd event in television history. Even now there was a moment of silence between commentators as they ran every angle of pixellated nipple there was. It was an artistically lurid bit marred only by the doorbell. "Do you have that?" Janie's voice rang from down the hall. "Uh, yeah." Rick opened the door to see a large brown paper bag hovering over a pair of Bahama shorts. "Well there's something you don't see every day." "Dude, this is not light." "Come in." Brian brushed by Rick and it was a study in contrasts. The new arrival was a six-four, 205-pound beach bum, a poor surfer, a great volleyball player and an environmental engineer by trade. The host was a five-eleven, 265-pound former Stanford linebacker and psychologist by trade. "Got room in your fridge?" "Some. Why all the stuff?" "You said it was BYO." "I did not... Did I?" "You did." "Shit. Sorry." Rick took the thirty-pound bag off Brian's hands and effortlessly guided it toward the refrigerator. "No, I've got brew, chips and enough meat for a world-class tail-gater." "Real food. Now that's an idea." "Grill's on the patio. You know what to do." "Would you mind?" "Long as you make enough for everybody." "I don't see anybody else here." "Janie's in the back, Dave and Bill'll be here-" The doorbell interrupted. "-Right about now." "I'll get cookin'." Brian started rummaging through the kitchen, Rick stepped out to get the door. Standing at the front of the condo was a wiry man of five-nine. Bill brandished a bottle of Gran Patrón and a bag of limes in one hand, a small stuff sack in the other. "One bottle? You're not sharing?" "So help me God, if I drink like I did last time, just kill me." "You drink like that and you'll have it covered yourself." Rick stepped aside and Bill slipped past. The newest guest was a triathlete and certified computer science genius who worked on commission – when he felt like it. Bill stepped toward the TV and sized up the pre-game. He waved the nylon stuff sack and it took the shape of a DVD case. "I brought a little post-game entertainment." "Ahh..." "Anabolic. Only de highest quality pussy for me frien-" "Bill!" Janie cried out. She bounded across the living room and gave him a hug. "Good to see you!" "Fuuuu-ck." Bill turned four shades of magenta and hid the stuff sack behind his back. "Have I mentioned I'm an idiot?" "Frequently," Rick nodded. "So," Janie pressed on. "What did you say you brought?" "Er-" Bill was going into fidget mode – something Rick didn't want to miss – but a loud rap on the door pulled him away. The last guest was Dave, a 6-foot, 300-pound tree-trunk of a man that had been in the secondary at Stanford with Rick. Since graduating with his criminal science degree (and getting a job with the Los Angeles County Sheriff), he'd taken up powerlifting to grow from huge to fucking massive. He had a powerlifter's gut but if law enforcement ever got boring, Dave would make the next great strong man for Cirque du Soleil. The way he perched the pony keg on his shoulder, it seemed more like a parrot on a pirate. "Brutha!" "DAAAAAaaaave!" "Let me give you this." Dave swung the keg off his shoulder and put it square in Rick's arms. Rick practically went cross-eyed but managed to fake some grace as he carried it to the kitchen. Dave tsked-tsked behind him. "Got to get back in the gym, my man." "Eh... I enjoy shopping for clothes at normal-person stores." Janie's gravelly voice croaked between them. "–Which you barely do anyway." The one girl of the group gave the Dave the Bear a bear-hug and sent the giant into terminal aww-shucks mode. Just as quick, she unwrapped and headed for the kitchen. Both men watched her bound past the breakfast nook. The middle button on her shirt was open again, teasing the men with a glance of globes in black lace. Dave was shaking his head and trying not to stare. Rick glanced at Dave, and joined in the head shaking. "Man, she is something else," Dave mumbled. "Yeah, she is, isn't she?" Rick tilted his head as he watched her. "Ya know, she actually gets all my jokes..." Dave looked at Rick with a bit of alarm. "My friend, you've been bitten. Have you used the 'L' word yet?" "...Yes." Dave shook his head, his expression grave. "This is serious-" Brian walked past and high-fived Dave. "Dude, good to see you!" "You too, man!" "Three burgers or four?" "Just two," Dave demurred. "I'm on a diet." In the background, the television got suddenly louder. The pregame was wrapping up, statistics flying around the screen as the cameras showed players running out of the tunnel. It was game time. From kick-off to the end of the first quarter, it was tense. The first ten minutes was a pure defensive battle, then the offenses started to hit their strides. By the beginning of the second quarter, the score was 10-10. Everybody was shouting, drinking, eating, yelling, drinking, glancing at Janie's peek-a-boo shirt, drinking, cursing, whooping, drinking, hollering and high-fiving. By half-time, it was 17-16. As they tossed to a commercial, Brian and Bill each sprinted for a bathroom. Dave sat on the couch, almost vibrating with adrenaline while he swished beer around in his mug. Janie put a hand on his shoulder. "Freshen that up a bit?" Dave killed the last half in one gulp. "Sure." "You doin' okay? You're looking a little intense over here." "Yeah... It's just... I see a good game, I start reliving all the days I played." Janie nodded. "You're big enough to play in the pros. Why didn't you?" "I wasn't this big back then. I was good, but I wasn't like Rick. He had the kill instinct. You know he had an offer? He turned 'em down. It coulda gone Butkus-Singletary-Urlacher-Rick... But he turned 'em down." Janie straightened up. "I had no idea." "He won't talk about it unless you ask. You should ask him sometime." Dave nodded, then glanced down and his vision caught on her shirt. "You know your button..." "Oh! Thanks." Janie took the beer mug and disappeared into the kitchen. Dave watched her hips sway as she walked away and Bill whacked Dave from behind. "What did you have to go tell her for?" "Don't worry. I'm psychic and I will 'will' her shirt to open again." Dave turned and grinned. "It's all a part of my master plan." "Master-bate, maybe." Rick reappeared from the bathroom. "Master what?" "Self-control," Brian piped in. Dave nodded. "Just talking about all the natural beauty around here." Janie came back out, nodding as they spoke, a snack tray in one hand and Dave's beer in the other. She handed him his beer and looked out the sliding glass door at the dark Santa Monica Mountains. "They are pretty aren't they?" All eyes went to her shirt and the answer was four male voices in unison. "Yes, they are." Janie rolled her eyes and set down the vegetable tray. When she stood, the weak button popped and male eyes were on it like tracking radar. "Damn," Bill said. "You are psychic." "I told you." "Psych-o, maybe," Rick corrected. Janie looked at her shirt and shook her head. "Fuck it." When she didn't reach to redo the button, there was a general cheer. It was the perfect note to kick off the second half. Special Teams action kicked the adrenaline right back up as the return went 44 yards, nearly breaking the last tackle for a touchdown. It set the tone for the next two quarters as the evenly-matched heroic teams battled on the grass. The living room was an extension of the sidelines. Janie was enough of a tomboy, calling yards gained before the commentator, that the guys almost forgot about the black lace under the cream shirt. Brian and Bill sounded like coaches, Dave and Rick were on their feet most of the game, ready to go in if somebody would just hand them a helmet. It came down to a one-point game. Their team lined up for an easy field goal and everybody was on their feet, shouting and yelling at the television, but none of it kept that lineman's hand from tipping the kick. The clock ran out, the graphics played across the screen... and the room was silent. Janie put her head in her hands. "Laces out... Dan." Rick snorted and the tension melted from the room. Brian went back out to the grill, Dave lumbered toward the bathroom, and Bill followed Rick and Janie into the kitchen. Bill looked positively shy as he gripped the porno-filled stuff-sack. "Hey, er, love birds...?" "Dude." "Since this is the only place I can get away with being inappropriate..." Rick glanced at Janie and she turned to Bill. "Yes, you can put on the porno." "Oh, thank God. Are, uh... Are you going to stay?" Janie smiled. "What? And miss all the comments?" "We were pretty crude." "I felt like Jane Goodall on safari..." Janie started imitating wonka porno guitar as she downed the last of her apple martini. "Tell me you got a better movie this time?" Bill made ape noises and swung the DVD around. "Me got Anabolic! Outdoor Gang Bangs IV!" Janie pointed toward the TV. "Go put it on. We'll be right out." Bill kept swinging the bag, doing a primate walk around the breakfast bar and into the living room. Rick peeked around the corner to see his friends milling about. "Well... if you're going to stay, how about being our serving wench?" "I'll service you, alright..." Janie brushed her hand past Rick's crotch and leaned in for a deep kiss. Her fingers lingered over his zipper and he could feel stirrings despite all the alcohol. "Okay," Rick mumbled, "you're going to get into trouble if you keep that up." Janie wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered into his ear. "I'll keep it up as long as you'll let me..." Rick caressed the side of her shirt, his fingers tracing the underside of her breasts. "This is going to be a good night." Janie squeezed his cock through his pants. From the living room they heard a chorus of "Get A ROOM!" Schlocky techno echoed around the breakfast nook and Rick headed for the living room. He plopped down on the couch as the movie started, though he couldn't say much past the shit-eating grin. A moment later, Janie stepped into view – still in the kitchen but on the other side of the breakfast bar. "We have a room. We call it: 'the kitchen.' Now, who wants what?" There was a moment of silence after the question and Janie sighed. "Who wants what DRINK?" "Oh!" "Right." "Gotcha..." Drink orders followed while the screen had a montage of shots under opening credits, mostly single girls on their knees surrounded by a ring of jerking cocks. Rick watched as the credits dissolved to the first segment. A girl was tanning poolside. Cut to: a truck pulling up in a parking lot. Several guys step out with pool cleaning equipment. The camera cut back to a close shot of the girl, her skin glistening in the Southern California sun. "How is it we keep winding up with gangbang videos?" Dave shrugged. "Popular theme, I guess." "A motif, if you will." Brian added. "More the merrier and all that. Bill glanced back at the kitchen. "Perhaps a suggestion..." "Yeah, yeah, yeah." Dave slapped Bill on the back - a good natured nudge that nearly broke ribs. "Dream on." Janie rounded the corner with four bottles barely contained in dainty fingers and her own fifth bottle pressed into her chest like a cleavage cooler. Bill accepted the bottle and glanced at the one between her boobs – her nipples were standing out – then he forced his gaze back toward the TV. "They're fake!" Janie's eyes narrowed. "Are not!" "No, the girl in the video." "Oh." "Yeah, that half-ring around the nipple kind of gave that away," Brian explained. "Cheap job," Janie instructed. "So what?" Dave glanced back. "Real, fake, a boob is a boob." "Different feel," Bill countered. "Natural are softer." "Nicer," Brian added. Janie turned to Rick. "Honey?" "Yeah! Great on boobs but there's always some that gets all over everything. Then it's hell to clean up." "No, I meant: do you like natural or artificial?" "Honestly? Every boob needs a balance of size and shape. Texture comes second. I come third." "Har har." "Hang on, hang on," Dave interrupted. He pointed at the screen and the squad of pool cleaners coming through the gate. "...Excuse me, ma'am, we're here to clean your pipes." Sure enough, a moment later, the video focused on one clean-cut guy stepping up to the bikini-clad girl. 'Excuse me, did you call for a cleaning?' "Close!" "Pause it. Okay... Odds: does she wind up in the pool?" "No way. Water is a crappy lube." "Do they put lotion on her?" "Take too long. This is Anabolic, remember? They are the blunt instruments of the porno world." The comments kept up for another five minutes. This video wasn't quite as cheesy as the one they'd watched a couple weeks ago. This girl was a little hotter, the action a little more intense. As the pace picked up, the jokes slacked off. By the time the girl was hanging on the pool ladder, getting fucked over and over, everybody in the room was silent. The music was low, adding its own electronic moans, but they could hear the wet slapping sounds of flesh. One guy would get behind her in the shallow end and maneuver his cock into her wet, swollen pussy and pound away as another guy stood between hand rails and fed his cock to her hungry mouth. The girl was into it. Every cock seemed like a treat between her lips. When a guy started really pounding into her, she closed her eyes, enjoying it. The room was quiet as the actress was picked up and set on a chaise lounge. Nobody budged as half a dozen cocks surrounded her, and two men stepped a little closer. A moment later, cum was flying, splattering the porno queen. She leaned into it, licking her lips, licking the cocks, sucking the heads when she could. The first two backed off and a third stepped up, giving his money shot from a step away before he could close in. She got a burst of across her enhanced chest and another blast in her hair. Rick had to make an adjustment after that one and Janie brushed her hand over his pants. He was rock hard under his zipper. She leaned over and whispered in his ear. "Is it the girl or the situation?" "Yes." She brushed over his zipper again. "She's pretty, isn't she?" "Yes... but there's something about... coming on tits. And in her hair. Like she might miss cleaning it. Somebody else might see..." Janie leaned back and Rick stole a sidelong glance at her. Her nipples were casting shadows on her shirt... and it was not cold in there. The third pool man stepped back just as numbers four and five stepped up. Within a few strokes, the actress was well splattered. The fourth man stepped back and made room for the last. A few beats later, the girl's face was glazed in shiny come. She was fingering herself – and coming – as clumps dripped off her chin and landed on her tits. As the last man stepped back, the camera circled the beautiful, come-covered girl as she continued fingering herself. She was starting an orgasm as the scene faded to black. Dave stood up and Bill paused the video. Dave shook his head and waved away the television. "Don't bother, brother. I gotta split – can't drink anymore and can't drive any later. It would be bad for a Deputy Sheriff to get busted at a DUI checkpoint." Rick looked up. "You sure you're okay?" "I'm legal – but I don't want to push it. So I'm gonna go while I still can." "You're invited to stay here." "Uh, thanks... but I'm afraid Janie'll walk past and I'll fatally strain my zipper." Janie snorted, nearly falling off the couch. Rick looked back to see his well-buzzed girlfriend in hysterics. "I think she takes that as a complement." Dave nodded, traded handshakes all around and got a close, extended, sexy hug from Janie. Then, with a flourish fit for Cirque du Soleil, he rumbled out the door like a force of nature. There was a beat of silence as the rest of the group stood by the door, then Bill led the charge back toward the TV. The video started back up and the comments resumed. It was easy enough – the video compressed the set-up into a thirty-second montage of a girl walking into a convenience store. The store's AC was broken and the credit card system was down, so they'd all have to wait... and presto, the heat had the girl doffing her shirt. It didn't really explain the magic it took to get her to blow every guy in the line – it was just kind of assumed that exposed tits did that kind of thing for people. Jokes were there but once the girl got going, the off-hand comments were no match for the tension in the room. It started with a girl, two clerks and another customer. By the time they finished, the manager joined in, a cop came by and two more customers added to the frosting of "Kelly." Rick was stroking Janie's chest, his fingers gliding over a safe but suggestive area. He could feel her breathing, her chest rising and falling under his touch. With the touch of a safecracker, he undid her topmost button and peeled back the flap of her shirt. The next closed button was below her bra and black lace was on display from curve to curve. As Rick's fingers caressed from one globe to the other, Janie squeezed her shoulders forward and caught his fingers in her cleavage. There was a moment of eye contact, a smile, a kiss... and they turned back to the movie, her shirt still daringly open. As the second segment ended, Bill stood and bowed to the rest of the audience. "Well, lady and genital-men, I must go– Whoa-ho!" Bill's eyes bugged as he saw Janie's cleavage. "Are you calling me a ho?" Janie mocked. "Calling? No. Hoping, yes, but calling no." Bill stared a moment, then squeezed his eyes shut. "Much as I'd love to stay, one can only take so much before one makes a mess and I've decided to make a mess in the privacy of my own home." More handshakes were passed around, and Janie gave another long hug – this one complete with heaving cleavage. By then, it was all Bill could do to not reach out and fondle as well. "You are an awful, awful tease. Welcome to the family." Janie gave him a kiss on the cheek and Bill did a stumbling twirl out the door, whistling as he walked back to his car. Rick shook his head as Janie headed toward the kitchen. "I have the feeling he's going to be envisioning his own third segment when he gets home." Ch. 01: Threshold "He's not dumb," Brian mumbled. The surfer was already ambling back toward the couch. "You guys mind if I just crash here tonight?" "No sweat amigo." "You gonna watch any more?" "I'm gonna go see what Janie is doing in the kitchen. Feel free to soldier on." "Uh-huh, Give her one for me." "Done." Rick stepped around the breakfast bar and came up behind Janie. She was grazing the remains of the veggie tray. In a snap, the last of her buttons were pulled off. "Oh!" She spun around and Rick silenced her with a standing lip-lock. As the kiss faded, she pulled back and smiled. "Well! Somebody's horny..." "Really? Me too!" Janie's smile widened to a full grin. "I'm committed, not dead." "That turn you on? Watching a girl get fucked by a group of guys...? Or knowing every guy in this place was imagining you and them in those scenes?" "Do you think they were?" "Oh please, Miss Boobflash." "Okay, yeah, it got me a little... warm." "Yeah, I figured." Rick leaned over and kissed her again until her arms were dangling at her sides. It didn't take much to reach up to the front clasp and undo her lacy black bra. With her arms still at her sides, her c-cup boobs pushed the bra right off. With a gentle tug, her shirt slid off her shoulders and shirt and bra alike slid the ground. He leaned over and took a nipple in his mouth. He licked and flicked a moment, then switched sides. It only took a few squeezes before she leaned her lips next to ears and gave him a loud whisper. "Oh, God, I want you." "Meet me in the bedroom." Janie looked at the floor, at her shirt and bra, and Rick shook his head. "I dare ya." Janie looked at him, tentative but tempted. "I'll meet you in a minute." "Okay." She covered her boobs, her slender arm just enough to cover her nipples. She waved with her off hand as she passed around front of the breakfast bar. "G'night!" "Ni - Holy shit! Yeah! Goood night!" Rick could hear Janie scampering down the hall. He picked up the shirt and bra and left the kitchen. "Dude! Have a VERY good night!" "Planning on it. Don't stay up too late... but sorry if we make a little noise." "Bang on, man. I'll be taking notes." Rick walked down the hall, crossed the threshold, and Janie jumped on him, wrapping herself around him. She was wearing panties and a smile as she started necking and nibbling from his ear to his lips. Rick barely got the door closed as she started rocking her pelvis against his. A moment later, he sat on the edge of the bed and she straddled him, her dancer's hips practically peeling off his pants. There was a fumble of hands, his cocks sprung free and her panties were pulled aside. Even through the alcohol haze, his cock was ramrod hard. His hands were on her hips, hers wrapped around his neck as she guided her hips over his pole until his tip was brushing between her fuzzy lips. She circled a little lower, and his cock started nudging to get inside. In one sudden drop, she impaled herself on his shaft. She gave a deep sigh as he bottomed out, then took a deep breath, heaving her globes into his face. As she let her breath out, she started sliding back up his pole... then sinking again. He glanced down, watching his shaft disappear inside her – and she started bouncing, fucking herself on his cock. Her tits started swaying, then jiggling as she got up to speed, and their breathing was deep and synchronized – then she stopped. "Shit. Does this mean you won't go down tonight?" "You want me to?" "You know how much I want it..." Janie looked down to see him buried deep inside her. "...But you're already..." Rick lifted her off and set her on her back. A moment later, his head was between her thighs as he pulled off her panties. "Don't tease, Rick– OH!" He ran his lips on hers, kissing her pussy like it was another woman's lips. His tongue flicked over her clit and he got her writhing before he answered. "I'll go down as long as there's no cum there. No cream pies for me. I don't mind seeing girls eating it – I'd love to see you do that – or see it done to you – but it ain't for me." "What is it with guys?" Rick flicked again until she was arching her back. "Dunno. Don't mind it as a lubricant, but don't like it as a snack." Janie was on the verge of thinking about it more when Rick's tongue wiped away every thought. A moment later she was squirming, clenching her fists as she came. Her groan was long and loud and suddenly cut off as she realized Brian heard them. "Oh, God!" "Thanks, but it's just me." Rick wiped his mouth and crawled up the bed. A moment later, he eased himself into her tight wet pussy and pushed until he bottomed out. It was bliss and he let himself stay there a moment before he started a slow rhythm. "God, you are hot." Janie smiled. "You like what you see?" "You're beautiful." Rick glanced down, between them, to watch his cock sliding into her pussy. "It's beautiful. I want pictures." "Make our own movies?" Janie giggled. "Yeah!" Janie looked down and watched. She nodded, a smile crossing her face. "Good angle. I could film it while you thrust." Rick nodded and shrugged, slowing his thrusts, then glanced behind him. "I want reverse angles. I want to see a cock really pounding into you." "How would we do that? Tripod?" "Maybe." Rick thrust hard and Janie snapped her eyes shut. "...But I can think of three willing cameramen." "You'd let them watch?" "Does that turn you on?" Janie opened her eyes and their gaze met. She searched him out, silently reading what she could. Her answer only came after he closed his eyes. "Yes." He nodded before opening his eyes. "Hell, I'd take a turn as a cameraman." "What?" Janie whispered. "You're too hot, babe! I'd love to see you fucked." Rick slowed his thrusts, then stopped – not wanting to come. "Does that turn you on?" Janie bit her lip. "Yes." "Getting fucked by more than one guy?" Janie nodded. "Getting fucked by somebody besides your boyfriend?" Janie bit her lip, then nodded again. "Getting fucked in front of your boyfriend?" Janie paused, searching Rick for any cue. When she saw a hint of a smile, she nodded again. "You've been teasing them all night." "I like teasing." "It's not nice to tease. You should be a nice girl." "Not a good girl?" Rick shook his head. "A nice girl. You should make it up to them." Janie held her breath then burst into a sexy laugh. "You're so bad!" "Maybe." Rick smiled and slowly thrust, pushing until his cock was bottomed out. "But you're turned on?" "God, yeah." Janie swallowed and looked up at him, her breath shallow and quick. "I just... need to know where... the games stop..." Rick nodded, the gesture almost lost in a deep thrust. He looked down at her, at her tight stomach, her firm, rolling tits, the little red dorito above her pussy, and he shook his head. "You're hot, babe! Too fucking hot. You are built for fucking. When I'm done fucking you, I want to watch you get fucked until I get hard again." Janie squinted, looking at Rick. "What are you saying?" A sly grin crept across his face before he answered. "The girl I sat next to tonight got turned on watching another girl get fucked by a group of guys. I want you to get in touch with her." "What are you asking?" "I'm not asking for anything that isn't already there... I just think you need to get in touch with your inner slut. Would you do that for me?" Janie's lips parted as she breathed. "What do you want me to do?" "Be my party girl." Rick put his head down and thrust deep inside her. He leaned over, put his lips against her ears, and whispered as warmly as he could. "I want you to be my whore. Janie, will you be my whore?" Her lips parted further, drawing in a deep breath before she looked up and pursed those luscious lips. Her eyes were half closed – but failsafe intense. Her whisper said she was at the Point of No Return. "Are you sure?" "I'm sure. I'm very sure." She closed her eyes and ran her fingers over her nipples. A shudder coursed through her body like a low, slow orgasm. She bit her lip – almost sucking on it – and she nodded with closed eyes. "Yes." "Good." "What do you want me to do?" Her eyes slid open. "...Exactly?" Rick held his breath, paused, then eased his cock from her slit. It hurt to lose that wet warmth, but it hurt anyway. He was so hard it pulsed – he wanted to finish, to fuck her, to come deep inside... but he wanted to feel her used even more. "Put on your shirt, go out to the kitchen, and offer Brian a beer." "What if he's asleep?" "Not a chance. I hear the television." Rick glanced over his shoulder at the door. "If he's got half a brain, he's outside listening to us." "Just offer him a beer?" "Wearing just your unbuttoned shirt? Pretty clear invitation, I think." "What should I do then?" "Anything he wants." "Should I bring him back here?" Rick stopped for a moment, then shook his head. "Nah, too fast – he'd freak out. Do him out there." "It's so risky." "He's clean. That I know. Do him, then come back to me." Rick stood and pulled Janie to her feet. He handed her the cream shirt. "Go be a whore. The whore that we adore." Janie pulled on the shirt, and stepped out into the hallway. "Your whore." "My whore." They leaned together, their lips meeting and their tongues sliding between each other's lips. Rick caressed her breasts, pulling her nipples until they were hard as pebbles. "Now and forever." Janie smiled, straightened the shirt, and made sure her nipples were lighting the way. A few steps down the hall and she saw a wide-awake Brian absorbed by a gangbang. He adjusted his shorts and he didn't seem to notice as she slipped around the breakfast bar. She looked at the beer then pulled two bottles of water instead. She silently closed the fridge door and stepped into the living room. When she stepped from the shadows, Brian practically spun off the chair. "Aah!" The double-take snapped his head. "Whoa?" "Thirsty?" "Oh. My. God." Janie got slinky, cracking the bottle top as she sashayed toward him. She wasn't looking at him as she touched the bottle to her nipple and dribbled a bit. "Water?" Brian didn't waste a drop, licking one nipple, then the other. His big hands wrapped around her globes, massaging them as he nibbled, then squeezing them around his face. He enjoyed for a full minute before suddenly backing off and looking down the hall. "You are hot, Janie. Way too hot, but, ah..." He glanced down the hall again. "I already feel bad... and I don't feel like being killed." "It's okay." She ran her fingers across Brian's bulge. "He's okay with it." "He is?" "Tonight, I'm his whore... and he sent me out here. You can do with me... what ever what you want." "He did?! I can?" Brian circled figure-8's around her nipples. "He is a god!" "Well..." Janie smiled and tilted her head to the side. "An awful generous guy, at least." "And you? Are you okay with it?" "Okay with it?" Janie grabbed the bulge in his pants and gave it a gentle squeeze. She could tell size was proportional to height - Brian felt huge. She saw the gangbang behind him, still playing out on the television. She saw the blinds drawn across the sliding glass door, hiding them... unless a neighbor actually stood on the patio. Then they'd see everything. She leaned in and whispered, her voice going sexy-gravely. "I've been wet all night. I need to feel this." Janie smiled as she unbuttoned Brian's shorts and gave them a yank. His cock sprang out and she dropped to her knees to admire it. "Rick's...?" Brian mumbled. Janie leaned forward and took his shaft into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the head, then took him deep as she could. She felt Brian's knees start to buckle and she let go of the long cock. "Whore," Janie whispered. "Say it. It's liberating." She French kissed Brian's cock, kissing it, swirling her tongue around the apricot-sized head. "Whore..." "Whore?" "Say it again. Say it loud. Say it like you feel it." Janie engulfed his cock and she felt his pulse through her lips, his blood pounding through his shaft. "Whore. Rick's whore." Brian went up on his toes, his whole body a tiny extension of his cock. "Such a hot... little... whore." She gave just enough bobs to soak his shaft in saliva. "I have to feel this inside me." Janie pushed big, tall Brian backward until he fell onto the couch. His cock thrust up like a steel flagpole and Janie set one knee on the couch, right next to his lap. She brought her other knee around, straddling his lap, and his cock was already brushing past her pussy. She circled her hips, teasing the tip of his cock with her smooth pussy lips. She didn't have much room to move without actually taking him inside her. She circled, feeling his tip nudging its way between her lips... They were almost fucking – and she savored that moment – just his head between labial lips, so delicate, the instant before deep penetration – the last moment she could still turn away– She felt Brian's hands pull on her hips, and the next instant, she lost her breath. She felt suddenly full, bottomed out, yet he had more to give. She inhaled just as sharp, then circled her hips, grinding the cock inside her. She circled again – she had so much shaft to play with, so many ways to move on this monster. She was breathing deep but hard, drying her mouth. She swallowed and opened her eyes. Brain was staring back at her in awe and admiration. He was so different from Rick – lighter blonde, curly hair, more boyish – and she felt absolutely wicked. She brushed her fingers over her clit and she felt waves crash over her. She tried to keep her eyes open but couldn't, squeezing them shut as an orgasm sparked from the clit, slammed through her pussy and rocked her right down to her toes. "Oh, God!" "Oh, yeah!" Brian barely answered. Janie came down and she found herself clutching the couch for dear life. She could already feel the next O building up inside. The surfer took handfuls of tit and massaged, guiding her lithe body by the boobs. He could almost manage a smile through his slack-jawed breathing. "Oh, God, Janie... Thank you." Janie smiled back. She was still bouncing on his Olympic cock as she leaned over and whispered. "No, I wanted this." "So." Brian thrust, bouncing Janie's tits up in a beautiful rhythm. He watched, thrusting even harder as her fingers flicked over her clit. "Did." The couch was squeaking loud, unmistakably advertising a hard fuck to anybody walking past the condo. "I!" Janie threw her head back, then rocked forward, burying her face in his neck as her whole body shook. "Oh, God, Brian! Shit!" "You like that?" "Oh, God, fuck me! Fuck me!" She could barely breathe. "Fuck me like the whore that I am!" Janie leaned back like a cowgirl on a bronco and massaged his balls. Brian stuttered his thrusts, going almost cross-eyed as her hands did magic. She smiled and echoed his words. "You like that?" "Oh, Rick is... a... lucky... bastard!" Janie closed her eyes, her fingers brushed over her clit, setting off her third inner explosion. She felt dizzy. She could feel her whole body bouncing, a rag doll on Brian's shaft, and she felt good. As her strength returned, she started leaning back. She opened her eyes and watched her own boobs bounce. Even she had to admit they looked good. They looked great. They looked best when they were bouncing, when she was getting fucked. Rick was right: she was built for fucking. "Oh, God, Janie, this is awesome. Tell me we can do this again sometime." Janie leaned over and let her lips melt into his. She felt his tongue slide deep into her mouth as his cock slid deep in her cunt. She could feel another orgasm building as she leaned back and started to ride as hard as she could. "Ask Rick." Janie put her arms up in the air, absolving herself of all responsibility. "...I'm his whore." "And if he says it's okay?" Janie felt Brian's grip on her hips. He was fucking her fast and hard, his cock reaching deep enough to massage her soul. His pelvis bounced off her clit, sparking a fourth orgasm. It was light, but it brought a shudder. "Oh, God, Brian. You're going to think I'm such a slut." "No! No, I'm not! I'm not!" Janie looked down and smiled wicked. "Oh, yes I am!" "Okay! You are! You are!" "Ooh!" Rick thrust hard and Janie snapped her eyes shut. She leaned in to whisper. "Tomorrow, everything will be normal again. Tonight'll be a hazy memory and tomorrow we'll all be happy and well adjusted... but right now... right now..." Janie was coming hard. Her fifth. "If I could... I'd promise you'd come every time you saw me." "Oh, god! You are so hot!" "Can you imagine...?" She cooed. Brian jumped to his feet, still holding Janie. He spun around and set her on the couch, never letting his cock fall from her cunt. The gangbang scenes were still going strong behind them. She looked him in the eyes as she whispered to him, her voice a sexy, gravelly sound. "Can you imagine us earlier tonight? Can you imagine coming over and feeling me up in the kitchen? Can you imagine it's halftime... and you take a bathroom break... and I slip in to suck your cock?" She could feel him thrusting harder. "Can you imagine me taking five minutes to get you off...? And they all start wondering...? Can you imagine everybody waiting outside the door, listening as you tell me what a hot slut I am...? Can you imagine the door opening and the guys seeing you fucking my tits, coming on my face? Can you imagine getting hard again as I suck off Bill and Dave and Rick?" Brian grunted and thrusted. "Would you like that? Brian's whole body went stiff and still and his cock was buried as deep as pussy would let it. Janie could feel his throbbing, shooting his come deep inside her. "Do you wish you had pictures?" Brian just seemed to vibrate for a moment before he could answer. "Oh, God, yeah..." "It's all up to Rick." Brian nodded, then collapsed next to her on the couch. It took him a moment to breathe. "I need to find something." "What?" "The 'thanks for letting me fuck your Significant Other' card section at Hallmark." Brian draped his arm across her. "This has just been fucking unreal." Janie gave him a kiss. A tender, truly loving kiss, then pulled away. "I have to go." "No cuddling after sex?" "I'm not done yet! Rick wants his slut!" Brian's eyes widened. "Go. Bless you both." Janie looked at her shirt, still on the floor, and draped it over the DVD player. It took another moment of deep breathing to get the courage to back to Rick. As she started walking down the hall, she could feel Brian's cum racing down. She shook her head, knowing he must've been building up from the time her bra opened, through the video... right up to the moment he came buckets inside her. She'd be leaking as she made it to the bedroom. What would Rick do? What would he say? What would- "Hello, babe." Rick leaned against the threshold of the bedroom door. He was wearing nothing but an erection and a wry grin. Janie heaved a sigh of relief. Her whole body relaxed and she felt cum starting to dribble out her pussy. "Sounds like you had a good time." "I had a fantastic time." "You look... fucking hot." Rick took her arm and gently guided her toward... the bedroom window. The blinds were open – they could see the dimly lit parking lot. She could feel the breeze; the window itself was open. "You got in touch with your inner slut?" "I did." Rick guided her right to the window, then stood beside her. "Never let her go." "Never is a long time, Rick." Ch. 01: Threshold "Never, ever." Rick stepped behind her and she felt his cock slide underneath her pussy, teasing her puffy wet lips. "Never is a-" He slid inside in one fluid stroke. That first thrust made a loud slurping sound. "Long time. I know. You're a natural." Janie couldn't respond for a moment. When she did, her voice had a Demi Moore crackle to it. "Oh, god." "You know how good you feel right now?" "How... good?" "You're loose and slippery and sloppy..." Rick pulled back, taking his cock right to the edge of falling out, then thrust deep, bottoming out. "...The best you've ever felt." "The best?" "The best. It couldn't be..." Rick pounded into her. He wanted to close his eyes, lose himself in the bliss, but he just couldn't tear his vision away from the sex goddess before him. Janie braced herself against the wall and looked over her shoulder. "Couldn't be what?" "I was going... to... say..." Rick slowed down and caught his breath. "...That it couldn't be better. But..." Janie turned a little more. "But what?" Nothin... Just bein' in the moment... and me being a little sick." Janie turned back around and dropped her head. "Don't hold back on me now, Rick." Rick tensed then answered. "The only way it could be better is if you were sloppier. That would be good." "Oh, god, it would..." Janie looked out the window – and she caught a little rush. The danger of being seen? "Are we sick or something?" "Yes. Definitely. Should we call over Bill and Dave?" Janie actually paused to think about it. "If they hadn't been drinking, I'd say yes." Rick smiled as he watched her, their rhythm echoing around the room. "Do you think you can hold on to that inner slut?" "We should talk about this. Seriously..." Janie closed her eyes. "...Cuz' I'm going to have a hard time getting rid of her." "Good." "Not good, Rick!" Janie hung her head. "What kind of a wife does a slut make?" "A great one. Especially for a husband who likes sex." "I'm not a wife yet," Janie snorted. "Did you enjoy being my whore tonight?" Janie paused and dropped her head. Her hair was brushing past her face, swaying with their rhythm. She gave a little head bob, then paused, then gave a huge, healthy nod. "What if I said you should never let that go, either?" "Wha–" Janie gasped as Rick rammed himself deep, burying himself to hilt. He pulled her hips tight and they both felt him shooting his load deep inside her. Rick closed his eyes, his world spinning around him as the release poured out. For a moment, his body felt distant. A moment later, he could feel his legs trembling like Elvis on speed. It took a moment to stabilize and he kept himself buried inside her. His grip softened and caressed down her slender back. He pulled out a moment later, but he was still hard. Janie turned around and reached out for his stiff cock. As she took the cum-slicked member in her hand, he brushed the red hair from her face. She looked up at him, her eyes saucer-wide and a little misty. "Are we still okay?" "We're more than okay." Rick leaned over and gave her a gentle kiss, caressing her lips with his. "Tonight was a little crazy. Tomorrow we'll have all kinds of regrets and fears and recriminations." "Do you..." A solitary tear rolled down Janie's cheek. "Do you really think so?" "No." Rick wiped away her tear. "Babe, I'd run through lakes of fire to bring you home." She broke down, tears streaming down her cheeks as their lips came together.