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Deirdre's Downfall Ch. 01

By: jay.palin



I’ve always had a thing about voices. It comes from my mother, who was a music teacher. As a child she instilled in me a love of fine vocal performances, especially from Broadway shows. Moreover, my appreciation of the human voice helped naïve little me make friends whom I thought were aesthetically sensitive, sophisticated, socially refined…”cultured,” if you will. It was, in my sheltered suburban environment, a perfect way for a shy, though vain and opinionated, girl to feel as she grew toward adulthood. 

My name is Deirdre, a fourth-generation Italian-American woman who’s 32 years old. Friends and family call me Dee. I’ve been married to Frank, himself of Italian lineage, for almost 10 years. Since college we’ve both worked, he for an insurance company and I most recently as a manager in a dental office. We have no children, not that we haven’t tried to be parents. It’s just that Frank’s been unable to sire a family because of a low sperm count. Until now that’s caused us no problems. We’ve merely accepted it and have been waiting until we were firmly established so that we could perhaps adopt babies.

Then one day I got a call from a prospective patient, requesting an appointment. His voice was deep and resonant. It wasn’t booming, though my knowledge of vocal development told me that, if challenged, this man could break glass with his volume. It was a soft bass, modulated superbly so that certain words and phrases were almost musical. Additionally, his vocabulary was impressively broad, and he seemed to choose his words carefully in response to my many questions as I plied him for information. I found that my mind wandered from what he was saying, my ears attuned only to the pitch and timbre of his sexy voice as he told me about his dental problems and history. More than once I had to repeat certain questions to get the facts straight, apologizing for having missed his responses. 

I set up an appointment for him – Mr. Jack Taylor – and shortly afterward we ended the conversation. At my desk, which is just behind the high counter fronting the waiting room, I experienced a pervasive numbness that left me breathless and weak. This I’d felt perhaps only three times in my life…always with men. I was embarrassed to discover that my crotch was moist, and I looked at my work mate – Mandy, our financial person – asking her to watch the phones for me while I took a break and went to the restroom. 

The feeling I’m trying to describe is something that starts in the pit of the stomach and progresses immediately to the extremities. It made me nearly faint as the blood pounded in my ears. On the few previous occasions I’ve felt it in my life, it’s always preceded sexual intercourse, the most recent occurrence being when I was very excited with my husband, Frank. That was a few years ago. 

In the restroom I cleaned between my legs and patted dry. I then looked in the mirror. Not bad, I thought, for a woman of 32. I’m 5’3” tall, 115 pounds, and have a nice body, if I do say so myself. I’m a 34-C, with full breasts starting above my armpit line, high on my chest. With no children and a constant exercise regimen, there is no sag to them. My waist holds at a constant 24”. My hips are curvaceous and taut but, with my round bottom being the real offender, they measure 36” at holiday time. As my loving father is fond of saying, when teasing me at family reunions, I’m “built for comfort, not for speed.” My best asset, though, is my legs. Long for my height, they are well toned and shapely, nipping in nicely at the crotch to show off my supple thighs and private parts. It’s this feature that first attracted my husband to me.

My characteristically Italian, light olive complexion has been my lifelong grooming project and that has paid off. I have no wrinkles yet, just a few light crow’s feet. Dark brown eyes with long lashes match the natural color of my thick, straight, shoulder-length hair that curls under, though that’s been stylishly embellished with blond and copper streaks. My oval face – like Modigliani’s models, says my dad – is set off by a small, straight nose and mouth emphasized by very full lips. Not bad at all, I thought again, trying to convince myself. It’s at this point that I stifled a sob and two tears ran down my cheeks. “Damn!” I cursed quietly, the strongest word I allow my conservative self to use. What’s happening to you? I asked my image in the mirror. Acting like a schoolgirl! I thought you’d gotten over those hot flashes! It’s just a sexy, soothing, disembodied voice! He’s probably an ugly dwarf! 

He wasn’t…uhh, isn’t. I was leaning on the counter with arms folded under my chin, talking with Mandy and two of our dental assistants, with my bottom thrust toward the empty waiting room, when he walked in on the day of his appointment. I didn’t hear the door open and close, and so was unaware of his presence. One of the girls gestured with her head and I turned around to see him. I straightened up, pulled in my bottom, and asked, smiling, “You’re Mr. Taylor?” 

“I am,” he said, in that voice. 

He looked about 40, over six feet in height, with straight, sandy hair that probably had been blond when he was younger. His eyes shone light blue, emphasized by a deep tan, indicating an archetypal WASP ancestry. If he’d been wearing a suit, its size would probably be a 44 or 46 Long, one of the trivial bits of knowledge taught me by my haberdasher father. And it would have covered a broad-shouldered body that was maybe 45-33-35. I envied him his slim hipline, snugly clothed in well-starched chinos. On top he wore a high-quality lambskin leather jacket over a button-down shirt. 

“You’re a bit early,” I said. “I’m Deirdre. Call me Dee. This is our dental history form. Please fill it out as completely as you can, then you can see the doctor.”

“Thanks, Dee Dee,” he breathed melodiously, for some reason causing my heartbeat to increase. I’d told him to call me Dee.

Sitting down, he proceeded with the paperwork and, from behind the counter I could glimpse his head as he checked boxes and wrote brief responses. He had a blond moustache. His hair was neatly cut, parted on one side, and combed slightly over his ears on the sides. It dropped lightly on his high forehead and invited a woman’s attentive touch, not to straighten it…perhaps just to show affection. 

Handing me the completed form over the counter, he towered over me as I sat. “Thank you,” I said. “I’ll enter this into our database and in a few minutes the doctor will see you,” glancing up at him and noticing a few fair hairs peaking out above the top of his shirt. 

He looked me in the eye and said, too deeply, “Okay…thanks, Dee Dee.”

I was right. He’s 40, and divorced, according to the form. He’s six-feet-two, 200 pounds, recently moved to town – to a neighborhood close to our office – and is president of a design and engineering firm. Interesting, I thought, since we’re planning to remodel our large, old Prairie-style house. Wonder if he does that kind of work? Come on, Dee, I thought – catching myself – just stick to the business at hand! 

“’S’cuse me, Dee Dee,” he said, startling me by looking down over the counter. “May I use your restroom?” he asked quietly, making it sound as if it were my own, intimate, powder room. 

“Sure, Mr. Taylor. Right there,” I pointed. As he passed, my eyes followed him until Mandy caught me looking at his tall, rugged frame. Our bookkeeper and financial specialist is about 50, a divorcee, slightly pudgy, and is my mother-confessor. She travels regularly to Hawaii and returns to tell me about her bedroom escapades. Mandy’s a very sexually active woman. Her smirk and knowing eyes told me that she’d caught me in a compromising daydream, which caused my face to flush hotly. 

Mr. Taylor emerged from the bathroom and, after a few minutes, I escorted him into one of the six dental cubicles in the office’s exam wing and introduced him to the dentist. As Dr. McCarthy examined him, data about what needed to be done came through the computer network to Mandy’s machine, since she’s electronically linked to each cubicle. This way she can price out the work to be done and the costs are presented to patients before they leave. “Hmm,” she said, as the screen began to fill with tasks. “Looks like Mr. Taylor will require several sessions,” she said from her small, glassed-in office, hoping to elicit a response from me.

“What’s that?” I asked, wanting to appear occupied. “Oh, a good customer, huh?” I must admit that I was looking forward to helping him schedule his appointments. 

Within 45 minutes, Mr. Taylor came out and was summoned into Mandy’s little office. She asked me to join them and slid the glass door closed, something she never does. She explained to him that she’d estimate the costs and I would schedule his work. Her office has only two chairs and a small workstation with a monitor that patients can see. With three people in the enclosed space, my only place to stand was very close to the seated Mr. Taylor, with my left hip nearly touching his right arm. As Mandy explained procedures, I looked down at his soft, sandy hair, so neatly combed, and imagined myself running my fingers through it. I smelled a hint of expensive after shave lotion, blended with a whiff of his apparently new leather jacket, and felt light-headed. I looked at his large, strong, masculine hands and was sure that he could feel the heat of my hip so close to his upper arm, which caused a fluttering palpitation in my chest. 

“How long have you done this, Mandy?” he asked my work mate in mellifluous tones. 

“Mmm…about 30 years,” she grinned, somewhat disarmed by the question. “I worked for the young doctor’s father, then left, and when junior joined the practice, they asked me to come back,” she stated, modestly. “Don’t really need to work. My grown daughter tells me I should retire.” 

“I’m sure they’d be lost without you,” he soothed, flatteringly. “And what about Dee Dee?” he asked rhetorically, almost as if I weren’t present. “I have several upcoming sessions and would like to schedule ‘em conveniently. Do I just slip her 100 bucks?” he asked, trying playfully to get a rise out of my nervous, tongue-tied mouth as he looked up at me with those steely blue eyes. His glance started with my face, then panned down over my breasts, which I’d clothed in a black, ribbed turtleneck that morning. 

My face got hot again, and all I could say was, “Oh, I really needed that!” trying unsuccessfully to match his attempt at humor. This guy is flirting with me! I blushed. What nerve! Almost the first thing he says to me, other than a salutation, is a devilish slam! Reminds me of my father, I mused, searching for a good-natured parallel. 

“Fridays are good for me,” he purred deeply, capturing my eyes again, which caused me to think through what he’d said for a moment. This time his eyes scrolled down to my hips, which I’d dressed in straight-legged black wool pants to match my sweater. 

“I’ll see what I can do,” I murmured, accommodatingly. “Are you finished, Mandy? Maybe we can switch places so I can go over the open slots with Mr. Taylor.”

“Please call me Jack,” he entreated, speaking deeply from his diaphragm. Mandy and I squeezed past each other as the front of my hip pressed against his shoulder – causing an electric feeling to pierce me – at which I excused myself. “That’s okay. Kinda’ tight in here,” he vouchsafed, cheerfully.

“That’s how we get to know our patients better!” Mandy said, being playfully suggestive. 

How can I be professional when I work with a middle-aged sex maniac? I wondered. 

I sat down at the computer and brought up the scheduling screens. “Okay…Jack, is it?” I asked transparently, since of course I knew his name. “Let’s see…Fridays,” I whispered. Embarrassed by the palpable silence – my beating heart was the only sound in the room – I asked, “Do you sing, by the way?” My gosh! What an idiotic question! I thought. He’s probably asked that by every woman who wants to…to get to know him better. I forced myself to eradicate another, more carnal, mental image. 

“Not anymore,” he chuckled. “Studied music as a kid, though. Still do some stage work, and radio voiceovers, mostly as a paying hobby,” he murmured.

“Anything I might have seen or heard?” I asked, scanning the screen for available times. Mandy chose that moment to do something in the outer office, leaving us alone. 

“Oh, a few commercials. And, I played Quixote in a revival of Man of La Mancha a few years ago…in the City,” he responded.

“Really!” I said, impressed, looking directly at him and wondering how much makeup it’d taken to cover his sturdy Anglo features and make him a doddering old Spanish knight. “That’s one of my favorites!” 

“It was a good production. My voice is gone now, though,” he said, silkily. 

You could have fooled me, I thought, turning back to the screen. I fidgeted slightly, shocked at the fact that I’d become wet between my legs. That dull, throbbing numbness hit me again and I felt faint, leaning my forehead on my hand. Please, Deirdre! I said inwardly, get a grip on yourself!

“Are you okay?” Jack asked.

“Umm…yes…fine…a little light headed. It’s almost lunch and I missed breakfast,” I lied. “Here are the available Fridays. Some slots on Thursdays are open too. Though I’m here, the office is closed to patients on Wednesdays.” A few minutes later we had a schedule and both rose to stand. In Mandy’s tight quarters Jack loomed over me by at least a foot. Looking down, he extended his hand and, very formally, said, “Thanks very much for your kind help. I’ll see you on Friday, the 22nd, at 1 o’clock.” His hand dwarfed mine, softly grasping it, shooting a bolt of heat through me that threatened to melt my spine.

After he left I ran to the bathroom, past Ana – one of our dental assistants – and blotted my face and neck with a cool, wet towel. I then cleaned myself, pausing to lightly stroke my vulva, which caused sparks to fly behind my closed eyelids. When I emerged, Ana and Mandy were talking softly and – seeing me – Ana quickly left to attend to something. Mandy then asked, “Wanta’ go to lunch, Dee? We’re way behind on girl talk.”

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Jack arrived early on the 22nd, about 12:45. I’d dressed carefully that morning, nervous as a schoolgirl, knowing he’d be in. On top I’d worn a sleeveless sweater, coarsely knit, with brightly colored, horizontal stripes on a cream background. Below, I wore a black gabardine wraparound skirt that I guiltily hoped might open so he could glimpse my stockinged legs. Two-inch black heels made me appear taller than I am. These preparations were due to Mandy’s encouraging me to flirt back at him if he persisted in his gentle teasing. It was all a game, she’d said, with nothing untoward to come of it. I hoped she was right, since in nine plus years of marriage this was the first time I’d even dreamed of flirting with another man. I was excited as he walked in and, since no patients were in the waiting room, I stepped to the counter to talk with him.

We discussed his work, and I mentioned that we were going to remodel. He confessed that he didn’t do much remodel design, but added that he'd be glad to meet with Frank and me to see what we had in mind. Then, perhaps, he might give us a quote, saying he’d bring a copy of his portfolio to his next appointment. Then it was time for his long afternoon session.

Over two hours later I walked to the coffee room, past the cubicles where patients were being worked on by the two dentists in assembly line fashion. I passed Jack’s cubicle and he was fully reclined, perhaps sleeping off an anesthetic. Filling my cup, I walked in since the doctor was elsewhere. It’s something I never do, but...I just wanted to. “Hi,” I said softly. “How’re you feeling?” 

He snapped open his eyes, brightened, and lisped past the xylocaine. “Hey, Dee Dee! Is this part of your duties? Ministering to the wounds of the infirm?” he joked in that gorgeous, deep voice. 

“Only for special patients,” I flirted, continuing the repartee as I spread one knee slightly, hoping that his hot eyes would shift from gazing at my eyes, breasts, and shoulders down to the opening in my skirt. “Does it hurt?” I asked, genuinely concerned. 

“Nah…two root canals…only when I breathe,” he continued. “You should know.”

“Oh, I’ve never had anything done, except for cleaning…and one filling. But I will soon. I’m having one tooth pulled and some orthodontia done,” I confessed, proudly.

“Oh? Why?” Jack asked.

“My jaw’s too short for all my teeth,” I said, referring to one lower tooth in the front that I’m ashamed of, since part of it’s behind another.

“Lemme see,” he said. And, without thinking, I opened my mouth wide to this comparative stranger. I’d never dreamed of doing that before. I saw him look for the longest time and suddenly closed my jaw. “You have a very small mouth, Dee Dee,” he murmured, very quietly. “Your teeth are fabulous. I guess being merely beautiful isn’t enough, huh? You have to be physically perfect as well?” 

I blanched, embarrassed at the sudden compliment. As the blood left my face I could hardly breathe. And I couldn’t think of what to say, either. So I blurted out what first came to mind: “Well, my husband…my whole family says I have a big mouth!” trying for a humorous play on words. 

“Mm-hmm, I see,” Jack mumbled, seductively. “When are you gonna’ invite me home to meet your husband and discuss your project?” he asked under his breath, so the person in the next cubicle couldn’t hear.

“Uhh, I’ll have to clear it with him,” I back-pedaled. At that moment I heard the doctor coming down the aisle and thought it prudent to leave. “I’ll see you later,” I said and, without thinking, touched him with the flat of my hand, feeling his upper arm through his shirt as I passed. He was so solid!…and his muscular arm was almost hot! I wanted to leave my hand there. No, I wanted to stroke him all over, suddenly picturing his naked, muscular torso under my caressing palms. I stopped by the restroom on my way to the front desk and, once again, caught my breath while embarrassedly wiping my crotch clean of moisture. If this keeps up, I thought, I’ll have to wear absorbent pads on the days that Jack comes in. 

I confided to Mandy on a coffee break that I was having weird, unusual feelings. She laughed at me and said, “I’ve been telling you forever to have a little fling! This guy’s a hunk! Gawd! One whisper of that voice and I’d follow him anywhere! It’ll do wonders for your marriage! Go for it, cutie!”

It wasn’t that easy. My repressed libido had lain dormant for years. I was a goody-goody, married, Italian girl. I wanted to adopt babies…or somehow have a family. Frank and I had even talked about artificial insemination…using someone else’s sperm, but I’d vainly objected since pregnancy would ruin my figure. What am I thinking? I wondered. I just want to go on with my nice, predictable life!

That night at home Frank and I talked again about the relative merits of artificial insemination, in vitro fertilization, and adoption. We also discussed the remodeling project, with me telling him that a patient – designer Jack Taylor – was willing to discuss our ideas and perhaps give us an estimate. Later, in bed, I coaxed Frank into making love, guiltily fantasizing about Jack as we coupled.

The following Wednesday, as usual I was working alone since the office is closed to the public. The phone rang and – yes – it was the object of my fantasy on the other end. His sonorous, tranquil voice had the opposite effect on me. Instead of being calm, my heart pounded and I began to perspire, experiencing a fit of yearning. After a bit of small talk, which made me giggle uncharacteristically, he said, “I need my Dee Dee fix…,” to which I was silent for several moments, trying to still my raging pulse. 


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“Well,” I forced with bravado, “drop by, stick your head in and say, ‘hi, stranger!’ I’ll be here all afternoon!”

“I’ll bring my portfolio and show you some of my old designs, okay?” he said. “It’s slow here and I need to get out.”

“I look forward to it, Jack. Just give a knock,” I said, gasping, as the now-familiar buzzing numbness took command of my body. Signing off, I shakily replaced the handset in its cradle and had to thrust both of my clenched fists between my legs and lean forward to quench the throbbing in my loins. I was wet again and ran to the bathroom to clean up and check myself in the mirror. As I wiped my crotch I noticed that my lips down there were swollen and, oh, so tender. It felt so good to touch them that I had to will myself to stop. I needed to cool off before he arrived, and knew that I could since his office was 30 minutes away. 

I turned off the heat as it was quite warm. Since I was to be alone in the office, that morning I’d dressed in a pair of skin-tight, low rise jeans – emphasizing my pear-shaped bottom – and a wine-colored, deep-V necked top. The top laced up the sides at the shirttail, and exposed the upper slopes of my breasts…a bit too much, actually. I put on my floor-length, form-fitting black coat to disguise the revealing clothing and guard against the cold. Low temperatures do terrible things to my nipples, and I didn’t want them displayed blatantly. My leather running shoes were the only un-provocative thing on me. 

I made fresh coffee and attempted to work, but couldn’t. Grabbing an old Time magazine from the waiting room I tried to immerse myself in an outdated article on the New York Metropolitan Opera, but just gazed at it until I jumped at Jack’s knock. Taking two deep breaths, I opened the door and he beamed, “Hi, stranger!” I looked puzzled, and he murmured, “That’s what you said to say.”

“Oh!” I grinned, letting him in and locking the door. He looked delicious! So tall! So…mmm… well built! Wearing a starched, blue chambray shirt that hugged his broad chest and flat midriff, with striped repp tie and tropical weight wool, navy blue pants, he looked like a mature model in a men’s magazine ad. His hair seemed lighter – almost blond – and his eyes flashed clearly as he unzipped his large portfolio to pull out several color renderings and photos. “Want some coffee?” I offered, which he accepted. I excused myself to walk the long way into the back, past the six empty cubicles to the coffee room, as I fanned my flushed face. 

When I returned, he asked, “Am I keeping you from something? You have a coat on.”

“Oh…no. I’m just…a little cold,” I said, giving a mock shiver so I’d not have to unveil my tight, revealing clothing.

“Business first, then, okay?” he said. 

I wondered, naughtily, what might come second, as the throbbing in my lower tummy began again. 

Jack continued: “You said you have a large, two-story Prairie-style. Here’re some interior renovations that maintain the Frank Lloyd Wright look but are more contemporary, to make the lines cleaner…a bit less cluttered.”

I pored over his work and was really impressed. He’d maintained a combined Arts and Crafts-Craftsman style in all of them but, by eliminating support posts, using subtle colors and new wood and hardware details, had created classic masterpieces, according to my untrained eye.

“I’ve not yet met your husband…Frank, is it?” he asked, quietly. “But, in my study of you, it’s important that your surroundings provide a non-conflicting, “un-busy” background for living. In your case, your presence should be the focal point of your environment, not the other way around. Otherwise, aesthetically, the house detracts from your being,” he purred as he looked at me meaningfully, causing my crotch to seep wetness. “Would Frank agree?” he asked.

“I…I…don’t know,” I muttered. Then, looking at him – almost beseechingly – I said, “You’ll have to…ask him.” I was flattered that, given our brief acquaintance, he’d “studied” me. I felt guilty about how I’d studied him in my lurid imagination. When saying that he should ask Frank his opinion, I know the expression on my face mirrored my wantonness. I just wanted him to…to grab me…and crush me to his muscular body with his strong arms. I wanted to kiss him…taste him…smell his odors…lose myself in his enveloping soul. I wanted him to…to…but he merely stood there, relaxed. He watched me place an arm on the counter and steady myself. “I’m sorry, Jack. I’m daydreaming about something else,” I said, turning away as I felt tears begin to well. A kleenex in my coat pocket saved me. “Must be getting a cold,” I said, as I blew my nose. 

He smiled, knowingly, and suggested, “Why not copy these and take them home to show him. No cost or obligation, ma’am,” he grinned, lightening the moment. “You have a color machine?”

“Uh…yeah, right here,” I responded heavily. Taking the drawings and photos, I walked behind the counter to the copier and – with my back to Jack – composed myself as best I could as I slowly fed them through. The tension was unbearable, broken only by the humming machine easing out its copies. Just before placing the last illustration on the glass, I looked over my shoulder – shyly smiling – to catch him devouring me with a hungry look. My coat did no good. It was tailored specifically to show my hourglass figure and, even to a casual eye, I’m sure looked very attractive. That’s why I’d bought it. I heard him groan softly, and my pulse raced again with a new flush of moisture wetting my panties. I placed the drawings in two stacks, the originals for him, and set them on the counter. “There,” I breathed quietly, as if having just completed a task for my boss, and walked around to stand before him and look up. 

Nothing was said. Time seemed to stand still. I gasped as – almost in slow motion – I let him open my coat fully, defenselessly revealing my body to him, and he wrapped his arms around me and brushed my lips lightly, tickling me with his moustache. I whimpered slightly as his soft lips met mine and, wanting so much more, molded my body to his as his open mouth moved down my neck, across my clavicle, and down the upper slopes of my breasts to my deep cleavage. His strong hands were everywhere and I cried with joy. He touched me – first my breasts, kneading them softly – and moved down to my waist, then across my bottom, stroking it gently as my knees went weak and I pushed my pelvis against his hardening groin. 

Jack peeled my coat off my shoulders, letting it pool on the floor, and eased me against the counter. My arms stretched around his neck to pull his face down to my heated, trembling lips. I kissed his sweet mouth, his cheeks, his eyes, his neck and throat, tasting his saliva and salty skin garnished with remnants of tart after shave. He found my mouth suddenly, plunging his tongue to my throat as I moaned. I smelled his rich, masculine vapors as our thrashing tongues found targets easy to exploit. We breathed in excited gasps and I keened his name while he groaned and captured mouths full of my breast flesh. Still barely standing, my hips ground at him and he lifted me off my feet, allowing me to lock my calves around his hard legs and push my hot vulva against his swollen loins. We stood together, our bodies locked in a sublime, primordial, undulating dance as I felt the rising wave of an oncoming orgasm. Shocked that this could happen, I murmured, “Oh…please…Jack…please…tell me…,” and he did, lowly muttering my name over and over, and punctuating his gasps with lewd exhortations about what he wanted to do with me. I just whimpered, “Yes…yes…yes…yes…yes,” not knowing what else to say and hoping this feeling would never stop.

Then I felt another orgasmic surge. I was again amazed that it would occur this way. Never had I climaxed before by merely pushing against Frank, and I’d never cum with my college boyfriend. Mmmm, “cum,” I quickly fancied. That word had sounded so dirty to me when Mandy had used it in describing her sexual liaisons. But now it seemed so natural with Jack. I wanted to cum with him. I wanted to melt into him, and him into me. I wanted to wrap my body around his bigness…his penis. I cried, “God!” using the Lord’s name, which I never do, and suddenly, feverishly, wanted his…his cock! inside me. Mandy’s tales now seemed to be so right! – so exciting! – and my revulsion at using dirty words evaporated as my climax increased in intensity. 

Jack’s voice whispered a passionate litany of lascivious words into my ear as the glow in the center of my body became more acute and began to flow into my breasts. My erect nipples straining through my bra and top rubbed against his stiff, starched shirt and I wanted him to touch them. It was all I could do to keep from shouting, rub my…my tits! Yes, now they were my tits!…and ripe!…starved for his attention. “Oh, Dee Dee,” he gasped, “I’ve wanted you…since the first time…I saw you. I want to…to…taste you…eat you…mmmm…gorge myself on you!” 

I heard the strangest sound as Jack continued his murmurings. Through the ringing in my ears, and the blood pounding in my head, there was a wailing that bounced off the walls of the waiting room as we writhed against one another. Its crescendo broke into a staccato yelping as my orgasm reached its peak. I realized that the shrieking was not words, but wild peals of joy, redolent of a nocturnal beast mating in heat. My body then froze in its position, flung against Jack’s strong frame like a spider clutching in agonizing throes at a much larger, zealous predator, when I finally gleaned that I was the source of the noise. Embarrassed though ecstatic, I thrust my mouth at his, slipping my tongue into his sweetness, and moaned for the longest time. Then, breaking for lungs full of air, I lay my head on his shoulder, dribbling saliva all over his shirt, and exhaled, “Oooohh…Jaaack.” 

I relaxed as I slipped to my feet, releasing my legs from around his, and almost collapsed. “Come on! Please!” I rasped, reaching around the back of the counter to activate the burglar alarm on the office door. If one of the doctors – or Mandy – came in, at least I wanted fair warning! I looked up at Jack and turned, unsteadily trotting to the back, past the cubicles, to the coffee room where the lights were off. My crotch was soaked with my juices and ached dully. I turned quickly around as he got to me, leaning against a wall of cabinets that reached the middle of my back. My arms were down at my sides, with palms touching the cold metal, as my breasts heaved with excited gasps and Jack loomed before me in the darkness, the only light being the dim red one on the coffee maker. He stripped off his tie and started to unbutton his shirt, prompting me to whine, “Oh, Jack, I want you so much…sooo much, but…” and he once again wrapped me in his arms and kissed me deeply.

I knew I was about to fall…to be unfaithful to Frank…and it didn’t matter. I returned Jack’s kiss, longingly, and felt him undo the laces on the lower tail of my top, freeing it so that he could touch my tummy…and everything else. His fingers seemed to worship my skin as they moved up under my top to my breasts, which caused me to groan deeply in my throat. He unfastened my bra in back with one hand, expertly, I thought, since there were three clasps. And then…he slipped the bra and top over my head, past my willingly upraised arms. I began trembling and my breasts quivered with nervousness as – yes! – his hands finally reached them. My nipples burned with desire as he placed his soft lips around one, sucking it as he delicately caressed the other with his thumb, then reversed his position and movement. Always extremely sensitive, they were as hard as stone as he nibbled moistly at them, stimulating harsh, breathy sighs from my open mouth. 

I was mewling soft cries and breathing so loudly I thought I’d die from pleasure. I was so nervous – frightened and ridden with guilt – that I exhaled a loud “Ahhhh!” as one hand reached for the button on my jeans. Whimpering constantly, my tummy trembled visibly as his fingers touched the soft skin below my navel, trying to unfasten the tight pants. I squeaked and sucked in my belly to make it easier and in a flash he’d released them, slowly sliding down the zipper. Once again my tummy launched into jerky spasms as the room echoed the incredibly loud, metallic sound of the zipper being undone. For a moment fear gripped me and I grabbed his hot hands, panting, attempting to stop him. My feverish mind told me I could never go back if we went any further, yet I quickly stifled the rational impulse in favor of my lust and his resolve, silently praying that he’d continue. 

My crotch was now sodden with juices. I noticed a dark blue stain on the inside of my jeans as he slowly peeled down the tight garment past my light blue bikini panties. My rich, acrid odor reached my nostrils as I heard him moan appreciatively, “Mmmm,” smelling me and nipping lightly below the hollow of my throat and all over my flushed breasts, then down over my quivering stomach. Then he dropped to his knees and worked the pants over my knees and calves, pausing for a moment to gaze admiringly at my legs. My face grew hot again as I gazed down at this delightfully handsome man…the man that I wanted to make love to me, and I felt a momentary flush of pride that I could awaken such profoundly sensuous feelings in him. 

I stepped out of my jeans, puddled around my feet, and heard him mutter under his breath through the ringing in my ears, “Let’s leave your shoes on.” It gave me a quick thrill to know that he wanted to take me with them on, with little white socks up to my ankles. He then reached above my hips and began rolling my panties down with agonizing slowness. His face went to my tummy and he languorously claimed a bit of flesh with his nuzzling mouth as each centimeter was tantalizingly revealed. I groaned loudly when he reached my generous, dark brown bush, which I keep carefully trimmed so I can wear a bikini, and began sucking the sticky, smelly moisture from the mass of hair. 

By this time the characteristic numbness had permeated me, and my labia – my pussy, I thought capriciously – had swollen to throb dully with each rapid heartbeat. “Come here, sweetest,” Jack quietly rumbled from his chest, leading me to the only chair, an armless plastic-upholstered metal type, which coldly touched the back of my legs. While I still stood, he stroked my entire body – from shoulders, down breasts and tummy, over hips and down legs to ankles – as softly as a butterfly. “Mmmm, My God!…your skin’s as soft as butter,” he murmured, causing me to flush and spring goose bumps. He lingered especially long at the nexus of my thighs, fingering the soft flesh on either side of my pussy as bolts of fire streaked through my brain. Then he sat me on the chair and once again dropped to his knees, kissing lightly along my inner thighs toward the ultimate, moist object of our desire. 

As Jack’s hot, wet kisses inched toward my crotch, my mewling became constant, fired by 

the deep, breathy moans coming from his throat. I wove my fingers into his hair, having wanted to do so from the first day we’d met, and brought him closer to my center, frantic in my attempt to end the agony of further waiting. Frank had never been fond of cunnilingus, regardless of the fact that I loved it. So, Jack – this…Jack – was offering me a special gift. And, at the first touch of his tongue to my secret lips, I screamed!…and pulled his head toward me, desperately wanting to engulf him with my needful cunt. 

Yes, it was now my cunt. I’d always thought that was a filthy word, something only low-class people used to describe a very private, almost sacred part of a woman. It’d always sounded debasing, from the time I’d first heard it in school to adulthood. With Jack, though, it seemed okay. I wanted him to lick my cunt…to suck my cunt...to eat it. I wanted to drip my love juices into his mouth so he’d want me even more. I wanted him to want only my cunt. 

And, so, I leaned against the back of the chair and spread my legs open obscenely to his mouth. With my hands still stroking his hair and the planes of his strong, tan face, he licked the creases on each side of my labia, then teased me again by licking slowly up the slit…and then plunged his tongue deeply into me. I screamed “Eeeeyeeeahh!” and my hands went to knead my breasts to further coax the lusty pangs from my cunt to my swollen, throbbing mammary glands. My legs were wide open, yet for a moment I lifted them even wider – up to my chest – to give Jack the room we both needed. He then placed my trembling calves on his shoulders, which allowed me to hunch my pinkness forward to meet his stabbing tongue. 

Our rhythm became stately, heavenly in its gentle, pulsing beauty. Now there was no fear, no nervousness, no sorrow, no frustration, though I selfishly wished that his tongue were a foot long, able to caress the whole long passage far up into my womb. I smiled inwardly at the image of me crying earlier, when I’d been confused about my lusty feelings for this man. Now my joy was so clear…so right! I closed my eyes and undulated against him, pushing my seeping loins toward his marvelous mouth. The chair’s metal joints creaked as he repeatedly laved the inside of my vagina and then outside to tease my clitoris. “Oh, yes…Jack…, lick my…my clit!” I begged wantonly, aware that I’d never in my life uttered that word either. And he did, now more rapidly, as the little button swelled, filling with more blood in thanks to his ministrations. Slowly, he inserted two fingers in my cunt, spreading the lips apart and twisting his wrist to touch all around my tender inner tissues…as he continued to feather my clit with his slippery tongue. Bright spots appeared behind my eyelids as I approached another orgasm. I’d never before cum in this way, and was pleased that Jack would give me my first. I wanted so to have him give me everything.

My belly began undulating, not quivering from nervousness as before. I was captivated to see the muscular movement progress horizontally from my flexing mound up to my breasts, as if broad, slow waves were cresting onto the dunes of a hilly shore. My breathing came in short, wracking gasps, “Aaakkh…aaakkh…aaakkh,” as Jack’s tireless tongue licked the tender petals of my steaming cunt. At just the right time he’d alternately flick at my clit, now seemingly bulbous with blood. Never had I experienced such a slow, agonizing ascent to an orgasmic pinnacle. I knew now what the French meant when they called it le petit mort…the little death, because I felt as if I were being drawn inexorably toward the gates of heaven with each loving lap of his tongue and lips. 

And finally I was there, as I screamed out my joy, shouting Jack’s name over and over, clamping his loving head between my stiffened thighs and thrusting my bottom off the juice- soaked chair seat, noisily demanding more. My tightly closed eyelids were bathed in a white light as every muscle in my body froze, finishing their trembling demands for more stimuli, more hormonal energy, more profound gratification, MORE!…until there was no more left. “God! Jack! I’M, I’M, YES! YES! YEAH! OH, YEAH! OH!…OH!” I shrieked, then moaned, “ohhhh, ohhhh, nnnguhh, nnnguhh, nnnguhh,” as I flung myself forward to capture his head in my arms and bring it to my heaving chest. He leaned against me, softly nuzzling my breasts, and inched his knees forward to press his stomach against my sopping crotch, staining his shirt with my copious smelly juices. Still moaning, I kissed him – tasting myself for the first time in my life – and off his tongue sucked two of my stiff, curly pubic hairs. 

We held one another for the longest time, with me covering his face and neck with kisses. Looking into his eyes, I then wordlessly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his broad chest and midriff. I stroked him, brushing the few fine hairs that formed a “V” just above his sternum to end below the hollow of his throat. His pectorals and upper arms were chiseled of prominent muscles, which I delightedy fondled. His flat midriff was marked by articulated, though not knotted, abdominals. His wrists were comparatively small, flaring out nicely to forearms covered with fine light hair. And, I took a few moments realizing the fantasy of days before when I wanted to caress him as I did now. I then slipped off the chair and pulled him down to me as I reclined backward on the floor. “I want…all of you, Jack. So much. But…I can’t. This is a terrible time for me…my cycle…I’m ovulating,” I whispered, nevertheless drawing him to my breasts as my body lay on the scratchy carpet. 




Deirdre's Downfall Ch. 01



“It’s okay, sweet Dee Dee, just let me hold you,” he said soothingly, slipping off his loafers and undoing his belt. Rolling to one side, he stripped off his pants and underwear, revealing his erect penis. From my position on my back, I glanced up at him in the gloom as he climbed to his knees between my spread legs, unable to draw my eyes from his magnificent maleness. My breath caught in my throat as I very tentatively reached with both hands to grasp him, the third penis I’d touched in my life. I immediately compared him to Frank. My husband is shorter…not as thick, and softer, less firm. 

Jack groaned as my smooth fingers closed around his hardness, and the circumcised head pulsed in delight as my hands moved in tandem to further excite him. I reached down with one palm and cradled his large scrotum in one hand, lustfully imagining the chaos that its fertile, seedy contents would cause in my fecund womb. Then I moved that hand back to his long member, once again stroking the soft skin covering its iron-like substrate. A drop of liquid formed at the shiny, helmeted end and coated one thumb. I embarrassedly wiped it on one of my nipples, still hesitant to engage in the unfamiliar act of tasting cum. I again beckoned him down to me, wanting so badly to feel his body pressing against me. He embraced me and placed his legs between mine, which I closed around him to feel the now-familiar buzzing throb that precedes my ultimate passion. His rigid, palpitating member pushed hard onto my soft tummy as his hot sack made contact with my engorged clit. We held one another, kissing and slowly rocking against one another, undulating like two, slow seaborne mammals engaged in a precoital ballet. 

If Jack had touched my cunt with his cock – yes, I now thought of it as his cock – I would have been lost. I would have thrown my legs wide open to have him fill me to my depths. I would have accepted cups full of his hot seed and joyfully become pregnant. I would have had his love child, because at that moment I wanted to. The world had changed irrevocably for me in less than an hour, and my overly romantic imagination would have borne the consequences, their severity be damned. But, thanks to our…our intelligence, he was probably as fearful of that as was I. We looked one another in the eye when breaking from a breathy kiss…and I knew immediately what I would do.

“Please lie on your back, darling,” I whispered, which he did. I kissed down his body, as I’d seen done in so many “R” movies before the sex scenes faded to black, and began nibbling softly at his cock. I licked from the base to the head and, capturing the glans with my lips, gently rolled his balls in one hand. Oh, his balls! I was becoming so naughty when thinking of – now touching – Jack’s parts, as I drooled as much saliva as I could on him, increasing the speed of my hand as I progressed. I’m not an experienced fellatrix. Since Frank doesn’t like to eat me, I’ve not sucked him much, and never have I swallowed his semen. But I wanted to with Jack. Though I remembered him saying that I had a very small mouth, I desperately wanted to learn to please him, even though it seemed impossible for me to take all of his length and girth. But, he would learn to love my lips, my full, pouty lips.

I slowly took as much of his cock as I could, stretching my lips around the head, which felt huge as it touched the top of my throat. I have a tolerant gag reflex, however, and it caused little discomfort. I tried pushing further, but to no avail. I therefore began a slow up and down movement, leaking saliva as I withdrew each time, and licked rapidly around his corona with my tongue. He moaned as I increased my speed and I reached blindly up toward him to place my fingers in his mouth. My streams of saliva were now constant, and his hips flexed slightly with each of my shallow plunges. My hand slid up and down the ample portion of his cock that was beyond my oral pleasuring, and his increased groans indicated that I was pleasing him ecstatically. Finally, he gasped, “Oh, Dee Dee…I’m…gonna’…cum…Dee Dee!” And I sped up my movements, sucking much harder now, savagely demanding that he find relief in my hot mouth. 

He responded to my oral demands. With one final thrust of his hips, he growled, “Dee Dee…Dee Dee, oh…Dee Dee…yeah…oh…so good!…so good!…Dee Dee!” as jets of his creamy, hot seed shot into my vacuuming mouth, spurring me to swallow cum for the first time in my life as his sperm shot forth from his loins. I sucked him dry, voraciously eating his life-giving nectar as if it were the only sustenance I’d ever known. His viscous cream was savory, tangy, and – because it was Jack’s – delicious, as I relished his taste. I continued to slowly stroke his softening member as he spewed his last drops, gathering them atop my fist ‘til there were no more. I then looked at him and, smiling wickedly, licked those drops from my hand. I’d become so lewd. 

Jack left perhaps an hour later, after he’d agreed to see Frank and I at our place on Saturday about our remodeling project. I watched him enter his car from the office window, with tears welling up as I already missed him, and felt dull, aching pangs deep inside. 

When he drove away I knew what I must do. I quickly phoned for a next day appointment with my gynecologist – a woman friend of both Mandy’s and mine – to be fitted for a diaphragm and for a prescription for birth control pills. I was taking no chances, though this doctor knew of Frank’s sterility yet was discreet enough to maintain a professional confidence. 

I also phoned Jack’s personal physician, retrieving the number from his patient profile, and requested an immediate faxed copy of his medical records, since – I said – Mr. Taylor was to undergo dental surgery. Though thoroughly captivated by – no, obsessed with – Jack’s entire person, I wanted to be sure that my health was safe with him. 

That night Frank agreed to a Saturday morning meeting with Jack, enthused that we might get started on our project, though obviously for different reasons than I. As Frank watched TV, I retired to the bathroom to trim my pubic patch a bit more, especially around my opening. I wanted to avoid mouthing more unappetizing pubic hair. I then masturbated to a ferocious orgasm as I visualized my darling Jack tonguing me. I later told Frank that less hair made me feel more sexy. 

Though I happily looked forward to seeing Mr. Taylor, the designer, for his Friday dental appointment, I lustfully counted the minutes ‘til the weekend to see Jack, my new boyfriend. No, my…lover.

This is the first chapter of Deirdre’s slow progress toward sexual “liberation.” Please let us know what you think by voting and sending feedback. Many thanks. 



Deirdre's Downfall Ch. 02



The innocent Deirdre continues her slow journey, deeper into infidelity. For an introduction, read Chapter 1. Just click on my name and go to the link. Don't forget to vote! 

I didn't utter a word to my work mate, Mandy, about my brief tryst with Jack Taylor on Wednesday when I'd been working alone in the dental office. The fact that I'd followed her advice and had a "little fling" with him had filled me with guilt at being an adulteress. Betraying my vows to Frank after nearly ten years of marriage was too much to freely admit. Though oral sex was as far as Jack and I had gone, because I'd been ovulating, my sheltered upbringing had conditioned me to fear the harsh judgments accorded a wanton woman who'd strayed from her husband.

On the other hand, I felt more alive – more vital – than I could remember having felt in my 32 years. Just picturing in my mind the virile image of the 40-year-old home designer Jack Taylor, whose mellifluous telephone voice had captivated me before ever setting eyes on him, excited me to the point of distraction. My naughty dreams of the past two nights had left me with little sleep, though I glowed with anticipation on Friday morning, anxiously awaiting one o'clock when he'd arrive for his dental appointment. Mandy had known the week before that I'd been very attracted to him, and this morning had asked me, "Jack Taylor's on for today, right?" I looked at her and nodded, smiling. "Well, Dee, when are you going to have lunch with him?" she questioned further, playing Cupid in her salacious way. 

"Oh, Mandy, if you must know, Frank and I are meeting with him tomorrow about remodeling our house. Why does everything have to be sexual with you?" I asked, good-naturedly but guardedly. 

"Because, Deirdre," she said – very soberly for Mandy – "I've been around the block more than once and know what's good for my cute little bambina." She was trumping my hand again by acting like my all-knowing, 50-year-old guardian. Then, not really off the subject, she said, "By the way, do we have all his records?"

"Whose?" I asked, daydreaming.

"Jack Taylor's, silly," she retorted. 

"Oh, yeah," I replied absently. "On Wednesday I took the liberty of requisitioning his medical records from his doctor." 

"That's my job, Dee. Well...saves me a phone call. Could you get them?" she asked. 

I said, "Uhhh...sure," and – momentarily rattled – got up to open a file cabinet. I then remembered that I still had them in my purse.

Mandy looked at me quizzically and said, "Dee, they should be in the cabinet in the coffee room. They're just reference files. You know that!"

"Oh, of course!" I said, blushing. Be right back," I giggled, grabbing my purse and trotting back to the coffee room. I spent 30 seconds or so there, slammed a drawer for effect, and stopped in the restroom on the way back to collect myself, hoping that Mandy wouldn't discover my subterfuge. Also while in the loo, I replaced the soiled absorbent pad in my panties with a fresh one. 

Pulling Jack's records from my purse, I smoothed out the folds in the papers. Yesterday I'd read them and was encouraged to see that he was in perfect health: no indication of a sexual disease. I handed them to Mandy through her door when I returned to my desk. She took them, mumbling thanks, and gave me a questioning look. "Wanta' go to lunch today?" she asked.

"Oh, no...I don't think so, Mandy. I'm behind and have to catch up. Sorry," I said. I didn't want to miss Jack in case he arrived early, since it was already 12:30.

"Okay, sweetie. And, uh, Dee? Keep me posted, will you?" Mandy said with a smile, returning to her work.

Fifteen minutes later Jack opened the door and walked to the counter as I was talking with Ana, one of our assistants. "Good afternoon, ladies!" he grinned, causing me to blush. Ana said hi to him, saw my flushed face, and – having suspected my attraction to Jack earlier, and possessing a typical Latin sensibility to matters flirtatious – said, "Ohhh, Dee!" and turned, giggling, to return to the examination wing. Mandy saw Jack through her glass door and beamed, giving a quick wave. 

I was paralyzed, not knowing what to say. My heart beat like a trip hammer. My face was hot, my lips dry. The sweet pain deep in the pit of my stomach caused me to gasp as its tendrils shot through my breasts. I started to shake my head slowly – searching for a word, any word – and my mouth opened to utter...just a breathy groan.

Jack leaned over the counter and muttered, in airy, modulated, tones so Mandy couldn't hear, "You look good enough to eat today!"

And I did. For Jack, I'd dressed in an Asian style that morning – setting off my Italian complexion – in a shiny, green satin, mandarin jacket festooned with red and gold oriental markings. It hugged my breasts nicely, had a deep slit that progressed down my cleavage from a nehru-type collar to a frog closure for modesty. Its three quarter length sleeves showed off my smooth, olive wrists. My pants were dark green satin and pencil-legged. A stretch type that zipped in the back, they showed off my bottom to nice effect. My hair was drawn up and held in the back by two decorated chopsticks, and around my neck was a beaded, chandelier tassel necklace – bought at a neighborhood garage sale – that dropped to my cleavage. I'd done my eyes in a bit of green shadow. "Thank you, Jack," I whispered, and realized that he was now looking at Mandy, who apparently had witnessed our greeting. "Do we have an audience?" I asked softly, watching his eyes.

"Mm-hmm," he rumbled breathily. "Buy you coffee after?" 

"We'll see," I said. "Can't ever plan ahead here. Your appointment's a long one."

"Mmm-kay," he said, as Ana came to the counter, saying the doctor was ready for him. "See ya' later," he winked, following Ana into the back with my eyes riveted on him.

Today Jack wore a light gray wool, mini-herringbone suit with a light blue shirt and navy tie with a red and gray pattern. He looked like an investment banker, except for the lack of a paunch. His clear blue eyes had pierced me when he entered the waiting room and – once again – the absorbent pad in my crotch was soaked. I stepped to Mandy's open glass door and asked her to watch the phones since I needed to go to the bathroom. "Again?" she asked, with a devilish half-smile on her lips. 

After refreshing myself, I spent the next two hours losing myself in work. The time crept by so slowly! I was just about to launch into a sensual daydream when, at about 3:10, Jack emerged from his cubicle in the exam area, putting on his coat. "All finished for the day?" I asked, brightly, hoping for some reason that Mandy would hear.

"Mmm-hmm," he uttered, still feeling the effects of the xylocaine. 

At that moment, Mandy walked out of her little office and asked me, "Dee, would you mind making some bank deposits for me? I'm so busy I'll be here 'til six and – though they can wait 'til tomorrow – you might as well do it. Just go on home early, since you missed lunch. I'll clear it with the docs."

I said, "Oh, okay!" looking at Jack, and knowing that Mandy was doing this for me. "I'll walk down with you, Mr. Taylor!" grabbing my coat and taking the bank envelope from Mandy. "See you Monday, Mandy!" I said, giggling at the alliteration, as we swept though the door to the elevator. Once inside, Jack and I fell into one another, gasping, as our mouths met, heatedly tasting one another after two days that had seemed like an eternity. "Where do you want to go? I've got almost three hours!" I gasped, as the elevator door opened to the parking level. 

"My place," Jack asserted. Surprised at this, I stiffened and started to object as I started for my car. Sensing my reluctance, Jack rumbled, "C'mon, Dee Dee. It's only six blocks away!" leading me to the car by my arm.

"Uhh, okay," I mumbled, now frightened at the prospect of being on his turf...in his home. 

As I followed his little Mercedes coupe, I felt tremendous guilt. At the same time I wanted to kick myself for leaving my diaphragm and jelly at home, securely hidden from Frank. I'd taken birth control pills for two days, which afforded no protection, and...who could have predicted this? I'll just be very cool and intelligent, I thought.

Right!

Jack pulled into the driveway of a nice, small, suburban ranch house on a street with similar homes. All the yards were well manicured. An attractive, curvy blond woman was working in her garden across the street in a sports bra and tight shorts. She waved and said, melodically, "Hi, Jack!" as he casually waved back while helping me out of my SUV at the curb. 

Inside, as the door closed, we again clinched, breathing heavily and kissing deeply. He pulled off my coat and threw it on a rocking chair, where his was tossed a few seconds later, and pulled the chopsticks from my hair, letting it tumble down. "By the way," I said, pulling away and trying to slow things down, "You look good enough to eat, too! Why so formal today?" referring to his suit.

"Oh!" he chuckled. "Had to meet some clients. This is the only suit that fits me now," he said, trying to embrace me again.

"Why is that?" I asked nervously and retreated a fraction, since I needed to talk a little.

He shrugged, looking a bit downcast, and said, "Going through my divorce, I didn't eat much. Didn't want to. Lost 30 pounds. I'm having my suits re-tailored – one at a time – to fit my new, sylph-like figure," he quipped, striking a body builder's pose for humorous effect. Then, suddenly serious, he said, "Wow! You sure know how to kill a mood! I suppose you want that coffee now." Grinning again, he said, "C'mon to the kitchen so we can talk."

I watched him as he ground the beans and prepared the brew, sensing the wheels turning in his head as he relived past memories. Then, regretting that I'd rekindled unpleasant thoughts, I walked up to him and wrapped an arm around his waist, nuzzling his chest with my face. "I'm so sorry about your divorce, Jack," I muttered. "I know it must have hurt. Are you okay now? All over it?"

"Oh, yeah. Your oriental outfit just reminded me of my distant past. But, I'm better than okay!" he brightened. "Business is great, Dee Dee!" he pronounced, seemingly over-enthusiastic. "The neighborhood's full of divorced people, all taking their second or third chance, and I'm gonna' remodel this place. C'mon, I'll show you around!" I didn't know how to interpret "second or third chance" as it regarded Jack, and didn't ask for an explanation. 

Most of his furniture was fairly new, Stickley and Mission style, which matched the Arts and Crafts motif of the house. From the kitchen I could see a backyard that was a work-in-progress, as he explained what his landscaping objectives were. There were several sculpted objets d'art and a number of watercolors and oils on the walls, as well as land and seascape photos that I noticed had been taken by "JT." Over the mantle was a nicely framed Picasso print of Don Quixote, lit by a hidden pin spotlight. His library was impressive, both in volume as well as variety, with many books on the visual and performing arts.

I liked what I saw and began to feel that dull, warm feeling again, though I still had many questions. His home office and entertainment room were very neat and organized, as were two bedrooms, the master containing a huge, king-sized bed. I quickly steered out of there, battling the conflicting feelings in my tummy, and we settled down on a plush sectional in the den after refreshing our coffee.

"You're really into art," I observed. "Did you study it?" I asked.

"Only informally," he grinned. "In Europe and elsewhere. My degrees are in Political Science and...I got a doctorate in management to avoid law school. A bit overeducated, I'm afraid."

"But, you're a designer," I said, confused. 

"I'm a businessman, Dee Dee. My father was a design engineer and taught me a lot, and I've always had something to do with building. After grad school I did some...some government projects – overseas – and later was a bank exec heading a computer systems and branch design division. Then I started my own design biz. I hire the real architectural pros. But that's enough about me, what about you?" he asked. 

"Oh, forget about me. I'm married...and I work," I said, hoping not to sound too mournful. "Business Administration degree with a Music minor. Met Frank in college – late in senior year – and married after graduation. No kids. Frank, uh...can't. Very...very carefully planned life. Conservative," I sighed, as his eyes showed an understanding of my internal ambivalent tension. I suddenly tired of the small talk and boldly scooted next to him, set down my cup and wrapped an arm around his middle. "And," I purred as seductively as I could – lifting my face and brushing his cheek with my eyelashes – "I've met someone, a man...a guy who I want to be my...my lover."

"Mmm, Dee Dee," Jack moaned, his voice straining. "You're so sweet. So desirable...so goddamn feminine..." he said, lifting my chin so that my lips met his. We kissed so leisurely, and for so long, that I was mesmerized by the gentle, pulsing feeling of our faces as their skins seemed to melt into one another. Our tongues lapped slowly at one another, welcoming the coffee-flavored saliva that flowed freely between us. As Jack unfastened the closure on my top and slid a searching hand inside its opening to brush one of my erect nipples, my hand had already begun softly stroking the prominent bulge in his trousers...up and down, up...and...down. 

Gasping for breath, I pulled back to whimper, "Oh, Jack...Jack...I have to tell you, I bought...a diaphragm yesterday...but it's at home!"

"S'okay, baby, I've got something," rising quickly to leave my grasping hands. "Don't go anywhere!" he said, in a joking, mock threatening fashion. He was gone for a minute – as I kicked off my shoes – and returned, clutching a box of condoms. "These'll do the trick, Missy," he rumbled humorously, punctuating his statement with a lecherous laugh.

I reached for the waistband of his pants and unbuckled his belt as he stood there, looking up at him. My dark eyes must have flashed lustily at him as I did so, since his demeanor changed, looking, but not sounding, almost boyish. "Honestly, what do you want from me, Dee Dee?" he asked softly in his bass voice. "No games...what do you really want?" 

My mouth was slightly open, and my lips were dry – almost parched – as my breath rasped between them. I licked them quickly, unzipping him and reaching inside his fly, and said, "Oohh, Jack. I want you!"

"Mm-mmm," he said softly. "Tell me exactly, precisely, what you want. What you want to do to me...and what you want me to do to you."

I looked at him pleadingly, and said, "I want us to make love," drawing out the word so that it sounded like "luuuuuuv." Maddeningly, he shook his head, negating my wish. Trying again, I whispered, "I want to...to suck you – like I did the other day – I want to suck your...your cock...so you feel good...so you get really hard." I sounded like a tramp. "Then I want you inside me, Jack. Oh, please...I've got to have you inside me!" I whimpered, wantonly. Again he shook his head, and I whined, "God, Jack! I want you to fu...to fuck me!" There, I'd said it. I'd begged a man for the first time in my life to use me for pleasure, his and my own. I wanted to feel the rapture that 48 hours earlier had successfully tempted me, driving me over the edge with its addictive power. And with that I dropped his pants and underwear to place my whimpering mouth around his magnificent cock.

Jack stiffened and gasped, "Oh, yeah, Dee Dee. Mmm, yeah!" as he leaned down to peel my top up from my hips. As it reached my armpits, I broke from him and his cock swung about, flipping a drop of my saliva onto the sofa. I lifted my arms and was free of the top, which he dutifully laid on a nearby table. "Mmmm, beautiful necklace. Leave it on," he murmured. "I want to watch you take off your bra," he whispered. I unfastened the front clasp and shrugged out of the black, lacy garment and lifted my arms to fold my hands momentarily behind my neck, which I always do to feel that brief moment of unclothed liberation. I also thought it might please Jack, since for years Frank has asked me to do it, just to see my breasts bounce girlishly upward. 

Jack groaned at the sight of me, and by this time his shirt, tie, shoes and socks were off. It's amazing how quickly one can undress when anticipating the act of love! I marveled. I reached again for his cock, now that he was naked, and was amazed at its fullness. On Wednesday the room had been dark. Today we had the late afternoon sun coming in through a window. And, again, I compared him with my husband...his greater size and tumescence. I stroked him lovingly, astounded at the soft skin and contrasting underlying rigidity. Its length curved gradually upward to end at its big, shiny, purple glans, and his balls shifted excitedly in his large, hairy, light brown scrotum. I regarded, amazed, the thick, pulsing veins that embraced the shaft – visibly pumping his hot blood – tributaries of two larger blue-green ones that traced from his pelvis to its head. I scarcely noticed his deep, gentle murmur: "Your pants, Dee Dee...let's take off your pants," yet it spurred a new pulse of juice from my crotch. I leaned back on the sofa and reached around to unzip the pants at my waist, raising my bottom to allow Jack to pull them from me, leaving only my black, french-cut panties. "Please stand up," he whispered, pulling me to my feet and turning me around to mold my back against his strong body. 

I gasped as I lay my head against his chest, feeling stabs of lightning course through me as his experienced hands coaxed moans from deep in my throat and his hardness pressed into the small of my back. So this is what foreplay can be like! I mused, as Jack began slipping my sexy panties down over my hips. The soaked absorbent pad between my legs started to slip to the floor but Jack grabbed it and – as I watched him lean his head forward over my right shoulder – stuck out his tongue and licked it! I moaned at the sheer filthiness of this act as he noisily sucked from it the effusions leaked from me over the past couple of hours. My God! I thought momentarily, what an incredibly sensuous man! Sparks shot through me as his fingers softly brushed my sopping labia. I was, literally, dripping juices out of my vagina as Jack turned me toward him, which pressed my hot, naked breasts and loins against him. My hands reached around his neck and into his hair as my moans became breathy grunts.

My excitement progressed much more slowly than it had on Wednesday, though it seemed to come from deeper within me. It wasn't quite as frenetic, I supposed, because there was little chance of our being interrupted. Consequently, I let myself go, allowing the natural crescendo to build from...from adagio...to allegro! I felt outside myself as Jack left my breasts and dropped to his knees to lick my slit very slowly up and down, driving me to keen his name loudly as he audibly swallowed what seemed like cups of juices now pouring from inside me. My knees began to tremble as a first hint of orgasm coursed through me, and Jack slowly rose to lie back on the sofa and pull me atop him. 

"Jack. Please! I want to taste you some more!" I begged. He gave me a slightly reproachful look and I corrected myself: "I want to suck your cock!"

"Mm-kay," he whispered. "Let's do it this way," as he slowly eased me down onto his body so that our heads were reversed. We were in a "69" position! Mandy had told me about how good this was! Oooh, look at Jack's beautiful cock, I said inwardly, wanting my mouth so much! I love this! We can lick and suck each other at the same time and..."Oh!" I gasped aloud, as his wondrous tongue began laving my throbbing clit, sending shards of pleasure up my body. "Yes, Jack! Yes! Yealghk!" I yelped, as I quickly thrust my hot mouth down over him. 




Deirdre's Downfall Ch. 02



I surrendered to my senses as Jack spread my legs further open and pushed my knees forward to open me fully to his mouth. His talented tongue bored deeply into me, then slithered back out to lick up and down my pussy lips, then further forward to flick at my throbbing clit. I moaned and – knowing that he wanted me to – began whispering dirty words to him: "Mmm, yeah...eat my...pussy, Jack...my cunt...lick my clit...oooh, your tongue...so good...in my cunt...mmmm." Then he pulled my cheeks far apart and licked up to my rectum, which caused me to grunt in surprise, "Oh! Jack! No!" as I tried to escape his probing tongue. He refused to let me move, though, instead grasping my bottom firmly and pushing what felt like a wiggling, questing eel past my sphincter. I felt violated! but was mollified when he met my writhing objections with his pleasurable moans. My God! He likes my taste there! Well, maybe it's not so bad. Will he want me to lick him there? I wondered. Mmm, maybe! I do love the taste of his cum! 

That thought really turned me on. I kissed and licked his cock which, for several moments, I'd just been stroking as he tongued me. Its appetizing head pulsed at me, alive with sensitive nerves, and a drop of clear fluid appeared on the end, soon disappearing in my hot, sucking mouth. The upward curve of his penis seemed to fit easily this way and I wanted to experiment...to see how deeply I could take him. 

I pushed my mouth onto Jack as far as I could, resting his glans against the top of my throat. Then I swallowed a few times, just getting used to the presence of his cock at the back of my small mouth. He moaned softly as I did this and, with just a jerk upward, indicated that he wanted me to continue. I did so, taking a very deep preparatory breath, slowly sliding the head past my epiglottis into my virgin throat. He moaned again, renewing his feverish tonguing of me, and my lust drove me further. Backing off and taking another deep breath, I dropped my tongue to the bottom of my mouth, making the cavity larger and straighter, yet accommodating the curve of his penis. Then I consciously expanded as best I could the smooth interior throat muscles to take the head even further. He moaned again and I thought that with a little practice this could be easy! Breathing again, I opened my entire oral cavity and pushed my head rapidly up and down several times, massaging his glans rapidly with my throat. He whimpered, loudly, and renewed his licking of my clit, as I felt myself climbing toward orgasm. I wanted so badly for Jack to cum deeply in my throat. But I found myself gasping so much from the excitement he was stimulating between my legs that – instead – I pulled back to suck wantonly on his palpitating cock head and jerk him up and down with my hand.

Suddenly I couldn't wait. Had I been more disciplined, my thoughts of Jack's pleasure would have been as important as my own. But after two days of missing him, cleaning copious discharge from my panties, and finally having him eating me, I was driven to seize my own suppressed pleasure. Once again I heard my grateful feminine screams of joy as I ground my hips lewdly onto his handsome face while he gripped my hips, trying to render me immobile, as his tongue lashed viciously at my clitoris. "Nnnngaaaah! Nnnngaaaah! Nnnngaaaah!" I shrieked over and over, as my hips and thighs trembled with releasing tension. I moaned meaninglessly for what seemed like minutes as I ineffectually pulled at Jack's cock until I finally stopped quivering and turned myself around to kiss him. 

His face was covered with my thick nectar...and I tasted embarrassingly good! He purposely pushed a bit of my collected juice between my lips and followed it with his tongue, making sure I'd swallow it. I noticed that there were no unwanted hairs in it. Otherwise, I was so overcome with mindless passion – and subconscious yearning – that I threw my knees upward, straddling his hips, and looked down at him as I placed his rampant cock between my pussy lips. My eyes must have communicated my primitive hunger, as I pushed down onto him, feeling for the first time his magnificent cock inside me. I wantonly pictured each pulsing vein and protuberance on him, obscenely stirring the depths of my cunt as had never before occurred. My dangling necklace swung back and forth rapidly between us, revealing my rhythmic pace toward another climax. I was so full of him that I screamed "Nngeeyeah! Eeyeeaah!" and began pounding savagely, wanting him to cum inside me, wanting him to fill me with his fertile seed! But Jack would not impregnate me this day. His wonderful, rational, mind prevailed and he gently slowed, then stopped, my carnal rutting, and slid out from under me – capturing my undulating body tightly in his arms to still my selfish onslaught – leaving me to whimper my frustration. 

He tore open the box of condoms and handed me one, whispering, "Put it on me, baby."

Embarrassed, I whined, "Mmm, Jack...I don't know how!"

"Ohh-kay," he chuckled softly. "Here's how it's done," as he unwrapped and unrolled it slightly, then took my hand in his and guided it onto himself, about three-quarters down. 

'What if it comes off?" I asked, naively.

"I don't think you're that tight, honey...that muscular. But, let's see!" he said, easing me onto my back and lying between my upraised legs. "Now, what was it we were doing?" he asked, jokingly, as he teased my flowery open lips with his stiffness. 

I plead with my eyes and gasped, begging him, "Please come inside me, Jack! I want you so much! God! I want you to fuck me!" I rasped, pulling my legs far back so that my knees were on the outside of my breasts. And then he started.

Ever so slowly, Jack slid his length into me, leaving me breathless as he filled my birth canal to my cervix. Very gently, he massaged the tight opening with little circular twists and pulled slowly out, once again leaving me breathless as I desperately yearned for him to fill me again, which he did. Each time that he stopped at my womb – not fully embedded in me – I thought that he'd reach my throat. I so wanted to take all of him, but quickly forgot that thought as I joyously bore his delightful weight. He gently moved in circles as he pushed in and out, touching more of my insides than I'd ever felt. I began a constant moan, lowing as one hears cattle sometimes do in the countryside, punctuated by high yips and whimpers as Jack plied me expertly. He was so in tune with my wants that he would shift his position from time to time, moving high up on me to graze my clit with the top of his cock, and do it...do me...fuck me, that way. 

My hands gratefully touched and stroked as much of him as they could. A few times he moved one down to where we met, so that I could feel his cock – gigantic, I thought – moving in and out of my constantly drooling cunt. I touched his face, lovingly pleading with my eyes and mewling voice that he never stop his ministrations. I wanted to be as compliant, as dirty, as filthy, as I could be for him whenever he wanted me. I wanted forever to be like this moment, to be his, and his alone, so addled was I by my passion. 

Poised over me, he lifted my torso to his with one arm, though my face could only reach his chest and neck because of our difference in height. So I began licking him, his chest and nipples, and the droplets of perspiration that had formed on his taut body. I wanted to devour this man's fluids, to suck him dry, to leave him so drained and satisfied that he would become dust in our coital wallow. And he kept moving, touching that special part of me under my pubic bone – the legendary G Spot that Mandy was constantly extolling – that I'd felt when masturbating with fingers inside. 

After a while, our passions took over completely. Jack's wondrous, artful movements became less calculated, less designed, and we began uttering little cries at one another as our hips slapped together, now coated with my odorous, dribbling juices. Soon there was no art whatsoever, just a savage plunging as I clawed and shouted for him to finish himself. I lustfully imagined again that he wasn't wearing a condom, that he was spearing my loins with his rampant shaft solely for the purpose of impregnating me, and that set me off. "Aaahhg, God, Jack, YES! I'm, I'm, Ohh, I'm, cu, cuu, cuum...cumm-ming...Jack...I...Ohhh...Ohhh...Ohhh...Ohhh...YES! Please...Jaaack, please, Jaaack, Jaaack, oooh...oooh...Ja...mmm...mmm...mmmnn...mmmnn."

He wasn't far behind. He stiffened and shouted once, "Oh-aaah!" and briefly froze. Then, I looked down at the junction of our bodies as the muscles in his stomach undulated many times, sending his body involuntarily into mine with feral plunges. He rasped, "Ha-aah!...Ha-aah!...Ha-aah!" as he probed my cervix, filling the condom with his precious seed with each thrust. As he did so I tried to pull him to me, but his greater strength prevailed and instead I raised myself up to him with arms around his neck, digging my heels into his sinewy buttocks with each surge of his loins. I smiled inwardly at my ability to draw his cum from him – pulling him into my body on each thrust – and concentrated on the uncontrolled, muscular, animal spasms of his strong torso as they signaled each ejaculation. He then collapsed on me, finally allowing me to hold his splendid body heavily on mine, as I cooed softly to him and stroked him in a blissful embrace.

We relaxed for minutes and, sighing, parted, his condomed member pulling from my sucking pussy with a slurp. As he sat back, I stripped off the messy rubber and sucked his cum-soaked cock into my mouth, desperately hungry for a taste of his ejaculate. Though slightly bitter from the latex, it at least tasted of Jack, unmistakably of my Jack. I massaged him lovingly with my fingers, memorizing each unique feature of his penis as I did so – even the very small mole at its base on the right side – and vowed that one day I would describe its extraordinary, secret, physical attributes to Mandy. But, at this moment, the thing that I liked best was that it was attached to Jack.

But my happiness was short-lived. Driving home, I was filled with a fearful, bittersweet uncertainty as I anticipated tomorrow, when he would meet my husband, Frank. 

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Deirdre's Downfall Ch. 03



Innocent Dee continues her gradually deepening affair, captive of her hunger for more adulterous sex. Read Chapters 1 and 2 to catch up. Just click on my name and go to the link. And, please vote!

I awoke at six on Saturday morning after a dream-filled night. My couple of hours the afternoon before at designer Jack Taylor's house, rutting like a mink, had placed me on a sexual plateau from which I'd not yet descended. And he'd be here at ten today! I exulted to myself, trying unsuccessfully to quell my excitement. He was coming to discuss our house remodel project with my husband Frank and me. My pulse rate spiked each time I reflected on our time together the day before. My God! I thought heatedly, how exquisitely our bodies had meshed! After leaving him shortly before six o'clock, I'd stopped at the bank, then for Chinese food for Frank and me, since I'd wanted to eat quickly and clean the house a bit. At midnight I'd put away the vacuum cleaner and gone to bed, not waking Frank. 

After grabbing a quick coffee and roll this morning, I'd showered, shaved my legs, fixed my hair, and done my makeup. I even did my toenails with dark rust polish. Crystal earrings with hanging rust and white glass discs highlighted the color of my eye shadow and matched my straight, frosted, dark hair. I wanted to look casual, though very sexy for Jack this Saturday morning, so I chose my clothes carefully. To make me feel secretly desirable underneath, I put on a new black, lacy pushup bra and boy-cut lace panties that showed the bottom of my butt cheeks. For an informal meeting, flare-legged, hip hugger blue jeans would work, I thought, with white, high-heeled sandals. On top I wore the new white pinstripe duster shirt I'd gotten the previous week. It's a cotton, form-fitting, long-sleeved blouse ending at mid-thigh, with sleeves slightly flared at the cuffs. It has a long, pointed collar, nearly as wide as my shoulders, and a gradual, deeply plunging neckline that ends two inches below the navel. I have a really nice, "innie" belly button and wanted to tantalize him with it. 

Without an undershirt of some kind, though, there would have been a daring, nude vee from the collar to the top of my pants, with a lot of generous breast cleavage showing. So, for modesty, underneath I added a rust-colored, knit tank top with cropped tail. With the duster shirt fastened by a hook-and-eye just below my breasts, I was covered, with just a sliver of my tummy showing sexily at the bottom of the placket. Turning around, I noticed that it hugged my bottom nicely, though facing the mirror again I lustfully wondered what a diamond stud would look like, flashing from my navel. Gosh, you're getting silly, Deirdre! I thought.

Frank got up about nine and showered. "Morning, kiddo," he mumbled. "House looks great. So do you. Up late?"

"Mmm, no," I fudged. "Just cleaned up a little. Want a bite to eat?"

"Yeah, thanks. How long's this gonna' take?" he asked.

"What, the meeting? I don't know. We'll have to see," I said. "Why?"

"Got a tee time at 12:30. Bruce got a foursome together. I'll be gone all day," he said.

"Oh, Frank! Jack Taylor's going to need a lot of information from us!" I admonished, handing him a cup of coffee. "We can't just blow him off with a 'sorry, gotta' go play golf now'!" 

"Honey, it's a business game! New prospects! Bruce promised a bonus if I can sell 'em," Frank said, speaking of his fat, overbearing, lecherous boss.

"Alright, but Jack's not the kind of guy you can put off!" I warned, sounding as if I knew my patient quite well.

"Ah, he's a businessman. He'll understand," Frank allowed. "Besides, if he wants to do our project, he'll have to march to our tune!" he said, arrogantly, munching on a croissant. 

From what I'd seen of Jack, I thought, he did very little marching to anyone else's tune. If pushed beyond his affable limits, I surmised, he could be a formidable opponent. 

A few minutes later he arrived. My pulse rate doubled, and my crotch started its throbbing cadence. I beamed a smile as I let him in and he returned it, saying, "Hi! Beautiful morning, huh! I brought my camera to get some shots of your place."

"Oh, good thinking!" I said, leading him into the living room and nervously introducing him to Frank. 

Jack looked fresh and delightful. He was dressed in tight, tan jeans with a red, wool plaid shirt, snugly covering the muscled upper body that I'd tasted and felt pressed against me the afternoon before. On his feet were brown engineer's boots, very worn but highly polished. He looked like the guy on the Brawny paper towel roll. I wanted so much to hug him, and got wet as I watched him talk with Frank. 

I faded into the background, becoming very quiet, except when asked a question, and compared both of these men whom I'd known intimately. Frank's about 5'10", 175, with dark hair, his body growing soft around the edges in that Italian way. He's a good-looking guy, but the boyishness that attracted me to him in college has been replaced by...a sneering overconfidence – the only way I can put it – and he justifies it by saying it's "real," that it's businesslike, that it's "no bullshit," an indelicacy for which I criticize him. 

Jack, by contrast, is more quietly confident, not afraid to show a broader range...and depth, of feeling. Aside from his occasionally devilish humor, that quality, coupled with his Anglo Saxon good looks, and the sensitivity in his eyes when he seeks an uncoached response to a question, makes him a very desirable male package. I watched, finding it difficult to stem the palpitations in my tummy, as he sold himself to Frank in his deep, modulated voice. 

I'm always amazed at how men interact, particularly when they do business. There's usually no more than fifteen minutes of small talk, whereas with two women this might take two hours as they settle into one another. Jack didn't work in the typical male way. He asked us about our ancestors in Italy. Frank's were from Rome and mine from Milan, the home bases of our respective families. He spoke to Frank about Rome, where as a college student my husband had spent two weeks with relatives. Sounding like a tour guide, he rattled off trivia about the Campo de Fiore, the Spanish Steps, the famous piazzas, Navona and del Popolo, the Via del Corso and a dozen other places. His eyes flashed happily as we became charmed by his humorous anecdotes. Then he cited the work of the sculptor Bernini, whose statuary of Apollo and Daphne had helped inspire his love of the arts and design. "The pathetic part of the tale, of course, is that Apollo's heart was so pierced with pain for loving a mortal woman that the wound caused a divine, bittersweet memory that lasted forever," he said softly. This caused Frank to exhale audibly – a bit confused by the touching mythical image – and tears welled in my eyes as an empathic pang shot through my vitals. 

Of course, Jack was on his best behavior – calling me Dee rather than Dee Dee – and his attention had been focused almost exclusively on my husband. Then he turned to me, extolling the virtues of La Scala opera in Milan and the Italian Alpine region above it, about which I know little. My Gosh! my mother would be captivated by this man, I marveled! His glance lingered on me for a moment when he stated that we should one day travel to Italy, stimulating a throb...and moisture...in my crotch as he spoke of the beauties of Lago di Como and other sites. 

Frank was nonplussed, though impressed by his worldliness, and Jack launched into his design philosophy. Following that we talked specifics – with Frank being very didactic – and Jack took voluminous notes, recording our detailed wishes about lifestyle and how it would be enhanced by the house remodel. We also talked about plans for a family, and how they'd affect the remodel design. An hour later the three of us did a slow walkthrough, and Jack saw each of the rooms, closely examining the nature and quality of existing materials in the house. 

Finally, Frank excused himself, saying that he was being picked up about noon for his golf game. It was 11:45 and Jack stated that he wanted to get detailed measurements, take pictures – inside and out – and perhaps look in the basement and attic, since they might be affected by the design. Frank shrugged, and said, "Well, stay and do what you need to do. Okay with you, Dee?" I nodded assent, and a horn sounded out front. "That's Bruce. Nice to meet you, Jack. Dee, give him my office numbers and e-mail address. Gotta' go," he said, breaking the heady mood as he had for so many years, and left. 

"Well," Jack exhaled, "I can work better with just you, anyway," he said, watching as Frank loaded his golf clubs in Bruce's car and then walking into the dining room. "Shall we start with measurements?" 

I put a hand on one hip, smiled and, suddenly feeling very wicked, said, "I'm 34C-24-36." I waited to see what he'd do, acting casual but with my insides in turmoil. 

"You know, that's about what I figured," Jack grinned, visibly relaxing as he leaned against our mirrored armoire in the dining room. "Sorry I wasn't more specific," he said, rather contritely, appearing hesitant to approach me in my own home.

I walked to him, slowly, and put my hands on his hips, looking up into his clear blue eyes. "Want a bite to eat, Jack? I haven't had a thing since six."

"Not just yet," he whispered, and we kissed for the first time this day, gently running our hands over each other. Though internally tense, I felt strangely in control, partly because of my familiar surroundings, but also because Jack and I had hours to spend together. What I couldn't control was the way my body reacted to him. As before, our first kiss led to more, and our hands relentlessly traced the wondrous topography, the hills and valleys, of our hungry, undulating bodies.

The hook on my duster was the first to be released, then the button and zipper on Jack's jeans. My shirt was drawn over my head, and his pants fell to the floor. My cropped tank top was still on, with my breasts pushing up – tingling from want of his hands – and a generous portion of my olive flesh shone above my pants. We grappled for a moment, seemingly testing one another to see whose appetite was the greater. I think Jack let me win, since he raised his hands in a helpless gesture as I yanked down his plaid boxers and – uttering a low cry – grasped his tumescent cock and jammed it into my mouth with an "Uuunghk."

My emotions of the past two hours had tortured me. At first, when Jack had charmed us with his knowledge of Italy, I was mesmerized and fantastically high. Later, when discussing remodeling details – things that once had seemed of paramount importance to me – my mood had crashed and they'd lost their high priority. Each time Jack had made a point, Frank had attempted to dispute him or second guess his judgment. Whether this was due to male ego, the "negotiation dance" or mistrust, I don't know. Regardless, Jack's observations seemed based on sound assumptions rather than merely an extension of his...his penis, as it seemed Frank's were. Then again, I thought, maybe Frank was just trying to save money, without specifically saying it. All I wanted out of the project was...what I wanted. And, I was more than willing to pay any price for it.

Jack was included in the package, of course. In early morning I'd launched into fantasies about having him supervise the project on a daily basis, being here after Frank went to work, when we could discuss each day's plans, after which I could arrive at the office on time. Each day, of course, I could do with him what I was doing now: slowly sucking on him noisily, humming quietly in my throat as I engulfed his wonderful cock, and dragging my full lips off of it slowly, stopping and tonguing just as they caressed his coronal ridge.

I looked to my left in the mirror on the armoire door next to us – just a foot away – and, for the first time in my life, watched myself worship a man's penis orally. Jack watched me look and, as I glanced up at him, he placed his hands lightly on my head, weaving his fingers into my hair, and groaned. I was so pleased that he could see me pleasure him this way that I exaggerated each of my moves for his benefit. First, I lifted his cock up to bare his large balls to me so that I could place one in my mouth, then the other, just holding them there and swirling my tongue slightly to massage each of the tender orbs. Then I pushed my face between his legs to lick him behind his scrotum, slowly, five or six times, tasting the rich, acrid dew that had gathered there in his tight pants. 

Jack was breathing heavily and moaning, trying to watch me through slitted eyes, while looking at me from above as well as at our side image in the mirror. I grew emboldened at his sounds and pulled off of him to whisper, "Mmm, Jack...sweetheart...I'm really going to suck your cock now," and slurped my mouth back onto him. I watched my upper lip stretch over his huge, shiny glans while my tongue lapped at him underneath over my drooling lower lip. Stirred by the licentious sight, I pulled off again and murmured, "I want you to fuck my hot mouth...want you to cum...want you to cum...all over me." After mouthing him again, I rasped, "I want to feel...smell...drink your cum, darling," which caused him to issue a little, high-pitched cry from his throat, a sound very unlike Jack. Feeling like an absolute slut, I then proceeded to take him into my throat, slowly. As I had on Friday, I placed his cock head at the top of my throat after a deep breath and swallowed several times, each time gaining a bit of depth, until I needed to breathe again. With my tongue dropped low, I again pushed slowly onto him, wanting to take all of his length...but in this position I couldn't. He was just too large...too thick for my throat. 

As I pulled off of him again to breathe and stroke him wetly with my hand, Jack groaned, "Dee Dee...sweetness...let me touch you," and pulled my top off to bare my uplifted, bra-covered breasts. I quickly unfastened the bra and threw it aside, my tits heaving with excitement, and Jack leaned down over me to cup their hot flesh in his loving hands, kneading them and rolling my protruding nipples between thumbs and fingers. "My God, you're so beautiful!" he said, which caused me to gush juice into my panties. I'll have to put in my diaphragm soon, I thought, unless I can...mmm, and I renewed my sucking of Jack, which caused him to straighten up and crane his neck to the ceiling, once again issuing a long, drawn-out moan. 

A new lascivious impulse occurred to me. I unbuttoned my jeans and quickly slipped them down over my thighs, leaving enough room for me to touch myself. The fingers on one hand found my erect clit, which I soon began rubbing with juices slurped up from my pussy, causing me to accompany Jack with my moaning. I glanced in the mirror and hardly recognized the twisted, wanton expression on my face as I then looked up, beseeching him to understand how much I wanted his seed. "Now, Jack. I want you to cum all over me!" I again grunted sluttishly, something that a few days before I'd never in my life imagined. With a vengeance, I then began sucking as much of him as I could – masturbating myself with one hand – while rapidly plunging my drooling mouth on and off of him and jacking off his exposed cock with my other hand. The glass discs on my earrings clattered together as my head bobbed against his crotch. I stroked his hardness with twisting motions, remembering that the first penis I'd touched – my first boyfriend's in college – had responded favorably to such ministrations. Jack responded similarly. His hips began to flex, yet he was careful – mindful of my small, shallow mouth – and tempered his thrusts so that I could control them. I watched as his balls gradually pulled up into his body and I knew that he was getting close, further indicated by his sharp, staccato panting. And finally he pulled from me and took his tool into his own hand, grunting out his joy...and his cum. 

"Ha-aah! Ha-aah! Ha-aah!" he moaned, as I diddled myself furiously, trying to catch up to him. I opened my mouth as widely as I could and stuck out my tongue, wanting to capture gobs of his delicious juice as they poured forth. I felt the first flash of my own orgasm start as a thick rope of hot cum shot from Jack's cock to land in my hair and plaster itself down over my face. He pointed his member lower, and this time aimed a powerful blast at my right cheek, then another jet that flew down into my mouth and onto my chest. Its heat, its smell, its taste all combined to help me reach my climax, and I threw myself at his groin and absorbed at least four more spurts of thick, viscous jizzum on my tongue and upper body. As my orgasm began to wane, I mouthed him deeply and sucked forcefully so as to drink whatever was left of him, so obscenely starved was I for his taste. 

We gasped the last of our passion, and I discovered that my legs had gone to sleep due to my kneeling position. As Jack's hands continued to stroke my cum-streaked hair, I looked in the mirror and was shocked to see the mess on myself. Rivulets of sperm dribbled from my chin and nipples. I was what Mandy would call a cum slut! I mused, shivering with guilty delight as Jack dropped to his knees and hugged me close to him, squishing the copious strands of his harvest between us. I'd swallowed what was in my mouth and kissed him, smearing our faces with his spunk, ecstatic at the new degree of intimacy that we'd shared. Yet I wanted so much more.

"Still hungry?" Jack asked softly, nuzzling me in an ear.

"Mmm, yeah, but that snack'll hold me for a while," I giggled, a bit embarrassed. I again glanced in the mirror and said, "Uh, can we shower? I feel really grungy, even though it's your...uuh..."

"My cum," he said, finishing my sentence. "Yeah, that'd be nice," he murmered, "but let's put in your diaphragm first," he grinned, kissing me. 

"Okay. C'mon upstairs," I said, gathering my clothes and getting unsteadily to my feet. 

"Wait a minute," Jack said. "Take off your shoes and pants. I want to watch you walk up in front of me." I peeled off my jeans, felt his eyes, and heard his gasp, as all I was wearing were my new black, boy-cut lace panties. "God! Leave those on 'til we get to the bathroom," he pleaded. I turned to the mirror and looked at myself over my shoulder and thought, yeah, girl, you look pretty hot! As we walked slowly upstairs, with me moving liquidly to accentuate my hips and bottom, Jack murmured, "Jesus, Dee Dee, your whole body is exquisite, but...your legs! You're phenomenal." 

I felt on top of the world – so wanted! – as we proceeded up the stairs, with Jack licking and nipping softly at my cheeks as we made our way. In the bathroom I ran a comb through my hair to break through the knots of cum. Jack peeled down my panties and kissed all over my bottom as I did this, licking between my cheeks and tonguing my rectum, which caused me first to gasp – 

wanting to pull away – yet, after thinking about it, I wiggled back toward his talented tongue and let him take his time deeply probing my private, nasty hole. I don't know how long we did this, but I remember gasping and groaning and gripping the cold basin 'til my fingers hurt as – in the mirror – I watched my panting, slack-jawed face register the pleasures of his sodomizing tongue. When we finally broke, I pranced away for a moment to get my new diaphragm from its secret place in my small dressing room. 

I'd never before used a diaphragm, having no need for one given Frank's sterility, so was a novice. Though my gynecologist had shown me how to apply spermicidal gel and insert the device, Jack showed me how to fold it between two fingers, with a third finger on a folded end to keep the slippery, springy thing from shooting across the room. I sat on the toilet with it poised in one hand and spread my legs, and Jack interrupted me for a moment to lick and suck at my pussy noisily, shooting flashes of joy through me. I could just imagine what it'd be like living with this man! I reflected. Soon the "trampoline" was in, as Jack called it, and we were ready to bathe. As the water warmed up, I looked at my face and upper body and marveled that the dried, silvery streaks left by Jack's cum could actually help life begin. Mandy called them "snail tracks," I remembered, and I was momentarily saddened by the fact that we were using contraception, especially such a primitive method as the diaphragm. Once it was inside me and seated, I washed the gel from my fingers and put up my hair to keep it from getting wet. 




Deirdre's Downfall Ch. 03



The tub and shower are very large, since the bath had been updated in the seventies. It has a long tile bench for sitting yet can easily accommodate two people. We soaped one another thoroughly, yet spent most of our time washing each other's organs, which caused Jack to spring a firm erection. And his strong hands massaged my breasts so long that my excitement made my nipples hurt. We stood under the shower head – forget my hair, I thought – and let the warm water cleanse us of everything, including any residual tension. Jack found the shampoo and soaped my head, stroking my scalp lovingly with his fingers until my pussy oozed juice. Then, turning me around to rinse, he assisted in that task, bending me forward slightly to finish the back of my neck.

Of course, there was method to his madness. He stood me on the tile bench and parted my legs slightly, rubbing his cock slowly between my legs from behind, which drew forth more juices from my already excited vagina. I closed my eyes, just wanting to experience the delightful tactile stimuli he was according my body. I gripped the handle on the porcelain soap dish on the wall for balance, and whimpered as he placed his delicious cock at my pussy's opening, which in turn caused me to raise one leg higher and grasp my knee with the other hand. I could swear that my labia quivered as the spongy head pierced me. There was no condom this time – God be praised! – just the hot brushings of Jack's veiny, pulsing member teasing itself into my plump gash. I was whimpering with lusty desire as he pushed inward and I pulled my leg higher, thrusting my bottom back against him to absorb more of that rigid column of flesh that I now knew I couldn't do without. 

Soon we launched into a slow, sublime rhythm, marked by Jack's penetrations. I lowered my leg as his hands alternately moved from my breasts, twiddling my nipples, to my waist, then back again, pulling my small body onto and off of him. I soon began lifting myself off him, then using gravity to plunge back onto his loins. My moans graduated to mewlings, then grunts, as he drove his length into me, swirling his hips to stir up my rising pleasure. He let loose of me once to turn off the water, now turning cool, then grabbed me again around the waist to impale me even more fiercely with his rampant cock. I now could hear it enter me with a rhythmic, squishy sound, drowned out only by my staccato gasps, and interspersed with the slap of our meeting skins. Somewhere in my delirium I recognized that he was striking my cervix, covered by the diaphragm, and pushing spermicide into my womb with each thrust. Today we'd be safe, I flashed, but was that what I wanted? Forgetting all rational thinking, I returned to the feelings he was stimulating, which now were accelerated by his placing my free hand between my legs in front to feel his cock plundering my soaking pussy lips. God! I thought lewdly, how I wanted to see us fucking! If only there were a mirror on the shower wall! 

From outside myself I once again heard my mouth spewing feral grunts, whimpers, and screams, punctuated by Jack's name. I started to masturbate for a few seconds but was interrupted by him placing his thumb gingerly in my rectum. I screamed, "Yes!...Jack!...Yeah!...I!..." and then felt him move it in and out of there, stirring ever so slightly in my colon. I started to look around, momentarily unsure of his intention, then resumed flicking my clit, which renewed my escalating orgasm. I then came quickly, screaming, "Aaaawgh...Ja...MMnngggh...I...cu'...CUM-ming, I...yeah!...Ohhh...Oooongh...Aaaanngh...Jaaaack!...Ohh...Ohh...Ohh...AHHH!"

I don't remember how long Jack held me up, keeping me from collapsing. I do remember how the muscles in both of my holes squeezed him tightly...gratefully...for the climax I'd just had. Turning around on the tile step, I lavished deep, tonguing kisses on him, wishing I could be this tall whenever I did so. Part of the reason was that his cock, still erect, was sticking between my thighs again. I looked searchingly in his eyes, sorry that he hadn't cum, but he quieted my concern, saying, "Mmm, let's save some for later. Come on, Bella, we've gotta' eat and do some work! Throw on some comfy clothes...a skirt, please...I wanta' see your legs!" 

A few minutes later I'd combed through my hair and donned a denim miniskirt and my cropped tank top from the morning. Forget the shoes...and the bra and panties, I thought, lustfully hoping for an afternoon of spontaneity. Downstairs, I fixed a couple of sandwiches, and poured glasses of red wine for each of us, which we quickly wolfed down. "Okay, upstairs again. Let's measure and photograph each room," he said, energetically. By the time we'd reached the upstairs landing I was leaking juices onto my thighs – since Jack had fondled my panty-less bottom all the way up – and giggling in a helpless, girlish way as my voracious vagina drooled for him. 

We measured and took a picture of each room, designating which one would be the nursery for additions to the family, and talked about the needed number of guest rooms – possibly adding a half bath – and a hundred other details. In the master bedroom, I turned to him at the edge of the king sized bed, blushing as I looked at him, and he said softly, "Dee Dee. Go to the bathroom and put in a little more gel...please." I did so, brushing out my dried hair and applying a bit of lipstick. After a moment of looking at myself in the mirror, I returned to him, now very subdued and unsure of myself.

"Jack...," I said. "Ohh, Jack...I really do feel guilty. I'm cheating on my husband...and I feel so powerless...so dirty. I can't help it...can't stop...I..." I tried to finish this muddled train of thought me as he crushed me to his chest – much like I'd wanted him to do that first moment in the office on Wednesday – and I whimpered my hapless joy as his hands touched me everywhere. My breasts were his, his hands wringing from them heated flashes as my pebbly nipples strained for any touch. My cunt oozed fresh juices, this time on his hand, as his fingers swept from my upper thighs the hot droplets and the cold, smelly dribblings of the previous hour. He placed his fingers between our lips as we kissed and I soon was licking them clean, whining with passion as he removed my top to suck my hard nipples for several moments. "God! Give my your cock!" I growled, shocked at my savagery, as I dropped his jeans to the floor, thanking the Lord that he'd remained barefoot and shirtless. I stripped off the remnants of my clothing – the denim skirt – and bounded backward onto the bed: my marriage bed, until today the one shared only by my husband. I grabbed two large pillows and placed them under my head, my bottom even with the foot of the bed. "I want to watch us, Jack," I said lustily, indicating the large mirror on my dresser a few feet away. "I want to watch us fuck."

"Mmm, sweetie, move up a bit," he said, "so I have some room to get at you." I moved up a few feet and repositioned the pillows. He crept up to me, poised on his knees between my uplifted legs which I spread further for him. I saw his spear-like prick approach as he knelt. "Your pussy is swollen...and wet, baby. Do you want me to come inside?" he asked, murmuring, torturously. "Your sweet red lips look like a little, hungry clam, opening and closing its shell...looking for food." 

God! He was turning me on! I grabbed for him, whining his name, desperate to feel his body on mine...in mine...wanting him to fill me. "Jesus Christ, Jack!" I screamed, guiltily again because I never curse that way. "Fuck me! Please!" I begged, thrashing my head to and fro with hair flying. Then, "Unngh," I gasped as I felt his huge head touch my hot labia, which made me thrust at him, trying to impale myself on his potent erection. He pulled back quickly, teasing me in the most cloying, tormenting way, then – with great control and discipline – pushed into me as far as my cervix would let him. "Aaaaaaannnnnggghhh," I sighed, lifting my legs up so that my knees almost touched my shoulders. Jack braced his arms just behind my upraised knees and lifted his hips with spread legs so that I could look between us and see his cock head poised inside my pussy in the mirror. Then he plunged downward, fully again. "Aaaaaaannnnnggghhh," I gasped again, at which he once again lifted his hips to allow me to see. He then moved further up, and I raised my legs even more, stretching them so high that my cunt pointed straight up at the ceiling, and he plunged deeper into me than I'd ever in my life experienced. 

"Aaaaaaannnnnggghhh," I groaned, even more deeply – mentally disengaged from myself – as Jack continued his long, slow pumping. I looked in the mirror again, gazing between us at the figures on the bed as they parted, and saw my head – propped up on pillows and canted slightly to one side – with an expression that I'd never seen. It was my face, but it was slackened, the mouth open to show perfect, white upper teeth between full, parted lips, with eyes slitted wantonly to concentrate on the slick, tan column of flesh that was plundering my quim. Then, conscious of myself again, I thought, yes, "quim." I like that, I thought – flashing on Mandy's use of the term – so much nicer, more ladylike, than "cunt," which sounds like some piece of equipment that a whore packs around. Then I pulled Jack's head down to look between us, which he did with a tense grimace, and I fully realized that this wasn't about niceties. This was fucking. And as I heard him groan with pleasure, my body reacted and I gushed more juice, and the demanding ridges of his cock drew out three thin streams of clear liquid to dribble slowly down my stretched, pink opening and coat my winking rectum. This was also making love. Nothing I'd ever felt matched this and, if love did exist, then this had to be it. My mind would work out the philosophical details later, I further mused, as I lost myself again in our ceaseless coupling. 

Then Jack...my darling Jack, started again with his soft, deep words. "You like how we look, Dee Dee? Hmmm? You like to watch me fuck your gorgeous cunt?" he asked. "You like how my big cock goes in and pulls all the fuck juice out of you? See how your pink pussy hugs my cock when I pull out? Huh? Your cunt really likes me! Mmm-hmmm!"

"Ohhh, God, Jack! Fuck me! Yesss!" I demanded, lost visually and emotionally in the sublime drilling being visited between my soft, round, upturned cheeks. "Ohh, Jack! Do me! Ohh, YEAH! Ohh, cum for me Jack! Cum in me! Give me your seed! Give me your...!" I stopped, wanting to say "baby." "Oh, Jack, I love it! I love y...!" I stopped again, desperately yearning to confess what I knew was true.

Jack started again. "Dee Dee! Tighten when I'm in you! I wanta' feel your muscles grab me when I'm in you!" I started to flex as best I could, remembering Mandy's coaching on how to "Kegel." And, to help, and since I could now reach that far, I reached down with both hands and placed them under Jack's taut, flexing, widespread upper legs, and helped raise him up, both to promote our loving intimacy as well as to glimpse our meshing parts. 

Finally, we were both gone, lost to the mindless rhythms that had overtaken our bodies in our preternatural love ballet. The stench of my juices filled the air, now dissolved into a vapor in the carnal atmosphere. The soft, liquid, slapping sounds of our flesh echoed in the room, and soon gave way to my animal yowling. Actually, it was more like a repetitive grunting: Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh," the unmistakable sounds of animals rutting in a barnyard wallow. It lasted until we were there. Jack and I both came simultaneously, grinding against one another like two serpents writhing in death throes after each one has smitten the other with poisonous venom. The screams that bounced off the old bedroom walls may have been heard before, but not during my marriage, and any prior to that couldn't possibly have been matched in volume or intensity. I felt Jack's hot cum form pools in my vagina and blister its insides as I milked him, lovingly, secretly hoping at least one of his persistent sperm could survive the suicidal swim past the diaphragm into my uterus. It was by far the most paralyzing orgasm I'd ever experienced, and our drawn- out moans lasted for minutes as we twitched and nuzzled ourselves through an Olympian afterglow. 

I wanted just to lay there, on my back, with Jack's loving weight pressing me deeply into the mattress. We dozed briefly, still enmeshed, and were awakened by the rude jangling of the phone. Jack rolled off me and I answered it, speaking breathily with my mother, whose habit was to call on the weekend. Standing next to the bed, I told her I was busy – working with the architect on the remodel – and should keep the call short. As I did, Jack's cum started running out of me, which I cupped in my palm, and...brought the liquid to my mouth, drinking it, repeating the process two more times. As I did, Jack snapped two or three pictures of me, totally naked, licking his residue from my fingers, which was somewhat bitter from the gel. Before I hung up, Jack dressed and went downstairs. I suddenly felt very alone, and hurriedly ended the call to throw on my skirt and top, put my hair in a ponytail, use some mouthwash, and look for him.

He was measuring and photographing the downstairs rooms as I came up behind him to hug him around the waist. "Mmm, sorry, Jack. Mom calls every Saturday and gossips," I said. Then, changing the subject, I asked, "Can I help?" 

"Mmm, no thanks, sweetie," he replied, "Maybe in the kitchen. Meanwhile, just talk with me, and...stand where I can see you, you extraordinary wench," he grinned, looking at me up and down, which made me preen and comically thrust out my breasts and wiggle my butt for him, smiling.

I was really enjoying being with this man, I pondered. When was the last time Frank and I had just puttered around on a home project? And stopped to make love? I couldn't remember. I began babbling about...about nothing, really, then asked, "Why do you call me Dee Dee, Jack?"

"Ah, just to get under your skin, at least at first when you told me to call you 'Dee'," he said. "You seemed to take yourself so seriously. And...I wanted to see how you responded to flirting." 

"Yeah...and?" I questioned softly, hoping that he'd be graphically descriptive. I did this teasingly, swinging a bare calf behind me on pointed toe. A serious part of me wanted to stop this teenage game, but a fresh pulse of wetness issued from my labia, mixed with a bit of Jack's cum, and once again I felt the lightheaded numbness that I'd felt lately with such frequency. 

"God! Dee Dee," he exhaled. "You are without a doubt one of the sexiest women I've ever met! You could make a total animal of me! Come on! Into the kitchen! I need to finish up and then do some real work."

"Okay," I said, following him through the swinging door. "But, there's one thing I'm really curious about." I took a deep breath, and plunged ahead. "How big are you? You know, your penis." I was shocked at my impertinence.

"Jeezus," Jack muttered. "I don't know, Deirdre, I've never measured myself. And, I call it my cock!" He must be serious, I guessed. This is the first time he's used my given name. 

"Okay," I cooed, "Let's measure you," I said, as I walked slowly toward him in the breakfast nook. I was unmistakably horny for him again, as my pussy was becoming intolerably moist. "C'mon, Jack," I whined, "show me how big you are," and, leaning up against him and breathing open-mouthed at him, invited a kiss while I palmed his crotch. What a slattern! What a slut! What a filthy temptress I am! If only Mom knew what I was doing with "the architect" right now! I daydreamed. Would she be surprised at her good little girl!

Jack kissed me and his breathing quickened. Just the response I wanted! He pulled back and said, "You cheated! Mouthwash!" 

"Mm-hmmm," I muttered, sliding down his body to place my knees on the cold, tile floor as I unzipped him. "I'm gonna' suck your cock again, then when its up I'm gonna' measure it. That way I can imagine you better when I'm not with you," I continued, as my mouth closed over his glans, now coldly sticky with my juice, his cum, and the bitter gel. I watched his eyes as I laved his cock, and was not at all surprised when he reached for his camera on the table. He snapped a shot of me licking the head, then another as I stuffed more of him into my mouth, sucking audibly to fill him full of blood. After the third picture, he moaned and cursed quietly as my head began bobbing faster on his now raging member. When fully erect, I could just cover his corona with my stretched lips, and tried but failed to push him into my throat. Instead I just wanked him, panting, and looked at him lustily. "You ready, big guy? Give me the tape measure," I whispered, and held it next to his throbbing, pulsating cock. "Ooh, look at that! Eight-and-a-quarter inches! Are you gonna'...gonna' fuck me with it now?" I questioned teasingly, sounding like a cheap whore.

"Yeah!" Jack growled, and picked me up roughly, bending me over the table face first so the oak edge bit into my bare belly below my cropped top. I quickly grabbed the table's edges with both hands for leverage to relieve the momentary pain as he threw my skirt up over my hips. My bare, dripping pussy was now open to him, since I'd left off my panties, and he pushed his rigid male meat into me, drawing from me a joyful, affirmative gasp as I took as much of him as I could. 

Jack pushed up my top, which caused my breasts to squash against the slightly rough table top. My nipples rubbed against the oaken ridges, making them tingle from the friction as he rutted against me, sliding my body forward and backward with each of his feral plunges. My pussy smacked obscenely, welcoming his driving hammer, and I once again began my animalistic keening and moaning. I'd closed my eyes and the image that I repetitively mustered was: 8-1/4 inches!...8-1/4 inches!...8-1/4 inches! every time he immersed himself in me. God! Mandy'll die when I tell her! I flashed with each plunge.

Jack was making groaning sounds deep in his throat as I begged him delightedly to do me harder...fuck me harder. Then, he grabbed a corked bottle off the wooden platter in the center of the table. It was olive oil, which we use for salads with a matching bottle of vinegar. He flipped out the cork and, grunting, poured quite a bit all over my bottom, which slickened my whole crack. As he replaced the bottle, it fell over, spilling a cup or so on the table until he righted it. He then became rough...stripping off my top and tossing it aside, then rubbing the spilled oil under my breasts so they too became slippery, greasily sliding back and forth on the table with each of his hammerings. I grabbed the table edge again, preparing myself for more of his delightful fucking.

He surprised me, though why I don't know. He'd touched and licked my rectum before. In a voice that I hardly recognized, he again growled, this time to mutter, "I'm gonna' take your ass, Dee Dee. I wanta' fuck your ass!" I groaned, automatically wanting to object, but couldn't. Instead, I felt him withdraw and place his angry glans against my anus, which I tried to relax since I secretly wanted him to take me there. I felt him slip the head inside, which burned for a moment, and he once again grabbed the oil for more lubrication, pouring it liberally over the junction of his cock and my bottom...all over my ass.

"Unngh...yes, Jack," I moaned. "Ohhh...take me...there, honey. Be gentle...baby...don't...don't hurt me. Mmm, yeah...yeah...like that...sweetie." Jack was gentle. He took as much as I gave him with each persistent push. And, each time he prodded me, he gained more of my private, dark fundament. I was amazed that my virgin rectum, my colon, my asshole!...could react so welcomingly. But, I wanted this man. I wanted all of him...all of his 8-1/4 inches!...in my ass. I lustfully welcomed him, pleading for him to take me deeper, until he could drive himself into me no further. Then he surprised me again! He pulled out and rammed my cunt as deeply as he could, causing me to scream, "Yeah-uuhh! Oh, Jack, fuck me good, baby!" which he did for not long enough, because he once again plunged into my ass, which this time welcomed him until I felt his balls bang against my drooling pussy. "Ohhh, Jack...you're gonna' make me...cummm, Jack! I'm gonna' cummm!" I crooned, wanting him to finish himself there so I could feel his heat deep inside my filthy hole. But neither of us did cum...for a while. We continued our mindless fucking, with Jack grabbing my ponytail and pulling my upward-curved body backward onto him. Switching from one hole to the other, he pounded me mercilessly until my legs were weak. By this time my nipples were also a bit sore, having been rubbed against the oily table 'til their extended tips were dark red. 




Deirdre's Downfall Ch. 03



Jack was holding me up now, and my face and breasts against the table were beginning to chafe as I grunted out animal sounds. I moaned throughout our rutting, the volume varying only when he struck my cervix: "Aaa-UNNH...aaa-UNNH...aaa-UNNH...aaa-UNNH...aaa-UNNH. I reached down with one hand to tweak my clit, and a new stream of juice wet my greasy pussy, which Jack had just vacated. Finally, my orgasm hit...a numbing, full-body climax that knotted my leg muscles as they tried to close around his hips. At that point Jack plunged all the way into me as I screamed to urge him on...and spent what seemed like quarts of his hot, pungent liquid in my clutching rectum. The sounds we made at the peak were piercing, high-pitched whines, which gave way to desperate, tremulous cries as our bodies shuddered to exhaustion.

After we'd cleaned ourselves up a bit, Jack prowled about in the attic and basement and took a few pictures outside. He suggested a gazebo in the large backyard, which would provide an ideal place for Summer family dinners. I cleaned the mess we'd made of the breakfast table and floor and watched him in the backyard through the window, wondering what the future held for us. His tall, smoothly moving frame once again caused a sharp, horny pang in my vitals. Just seeing him made me feel more like a woman than I'd ever dreamed, yet what was I to do? In alternate moments, I switched from wanting to end my marriage – giving up everything I'd worked at for ten years – to forcing myself to end our affair immediately, and drying up to become a cold, wifely harridan to Frank. I clearly needed some sound, dispassionate advice.

In late afternoon before he left, I began feeling an immediate, palpably physical void in my being. We'd had a glass of wine and talked quietly about the coming week, promising to see one another privately, possibly Wednesday. And, of course, he had another dental appointment on Friday. He exchanged a couple of business cards for one of Frank's, and urged me to call him at any time. 

Our parting kiss left me in tears. Alone, yet still tingling and feeling a bit sore, especially around my privates and inside my bottom, I took a bath to relax...and remove the evidence of my sinful day. Drying off, I applied soothing lotion to my tender openings and nipples, shivering as I relived the feelings that Jack had stimulated in me. Then I fixed my hair, applied a little makeup, dressed in an ankle-length denim dress, and went downstairs to prepare dinner.

Frank and his boss, Bruce, arrived about 6:30, having spent a couple of hours at the 19th hole. As usual, Bruce was the more drunk. And, also as usual, he pulled me off the floor in a crushing embrace and slurringly asked, "How's my favorite little girl?" as one hand went to my breasts and another copped a feel of my buttocks. His florid face reeked of whiskey as he tried to slobber a kiss on my mouth which, with some effort on my part, landed on my lower jaw. I was extremely repulsed, after earlier receiving so many loving kisses from Jack.

"Uhh, fine, Bruce. How was golf?" I asked, not really caring.

"Great, Baby Dee! We sold the clowns! I held 'em and Frank put it to 'em!" he boasted, vulgarly. 

"S'pose you want a drink. Frank?" I beckoned, before he could plop on the sofa. Frank went to the kitchen for drinks, and Bruce continued his pursuit. He's 50, divorced, Jack's height, but weighs about 250, is balding, and red, with splotchy skin that reveals his alcohol diet. He cracked the knuckles on his giant, ham-like hands as he followed me into the dining room.

"Goddamn! You're a fine lookin' piece, Dee!" he muttered. "If young Frank ever doesn't treat you right, you just call ol' Brucie, ya' hear!" I shuddered at the thought of him touching me intimately, so offensive was his manner and appearance.

Frank returned at that moment, and we sat down in the living room. "Hey, Dee, let's have Bruce and his new girlfriend over for dinner on Wednesday, whaddaya' say? We gotta' celebrate the new account," he slurred. 

"Okay," I said guardedly. "But I have to work, so it can't be before eight," dreaming with sinking heart that I might have been able to see Jack on my day alone in the office.

Bruce finished his drink and left, but not before trying to grope me again when Frank was in the downstairs bathroom. Frank and I ate dinner, then watched TV, with my mind screening out the inane Saturday night movie. I went to bed before Frank, stroking my tender labia softly as visions of Jack and me coupling lulled me to sleep.

At about two, Frank banged into the bedroom and woke me. "Hey, baby, I need a little lovin'," he mumbled. "C'mon, aren't you proud of li'l Frankie?" he wheedled, boyishly. I'd worn a nightgown, which he pushed up to my waist. Then he drove his near-erect penis into me. I wasn't lubricated and it hurt, but I just let him jerk and probe into me until he was finished, my face turned away from him in the dark. 

I was profoundly sad and disgusted. My guilt feelings had left me, at least temporarily. I also hurt inside from my feelings for Jack...my love for him. Yes, Deirdre, I told myself while looking at the ceiling, you've gone and fallen in love. You'd better get it together or your nice little life will be shattered. 

Then, a more pedestrian thought hit me as I rolled over onto the wet spot: Damn! You just changed the sheets yesterday; now you'll have to do it again in the morning!

Deirdre's life gets much more complicated in the next episode, as friends and family catch glimpses of the new Dee. Let us know how you liked this chapter by sending feedback and voting. Many thanks.  



Deirdre's Downfall Ch. 04



This is a series not for everyone. If you're looking for a quick tale that climaxes in...well, a climax, there are hundreds of other enjoyable stories. As a series, which moves more slowly, it's best to read earlier chapters, especially 1 & 2, to witness Deirdre's gradual departure from naiveté to...being not so innocent. It's kind of like real life. Adultery is just her first infraction, and she experiences more severe consequences as her self-knowledge progresses. There's still plenty of sex in each chapter. One just has to wait for it. To those of you who hang in there, feedback and votes are humbly appreciated.

The guilt that I'd felt about my affair with Jack Taylor waned a bit after our fantastic Saturday afternoon together, making love, while my husband, Frank, played golf with his boss, Bruce. It had been replaced by a pervasive hunger for Jack, which infected nearly my every thought. When not focused on my raging libido, I'd even spoken again with my infertile husband about having a baby, using artificial insemination. Though always stubborn and resistant, Frank was becoming more receptive to the idea. Like me when I'd first considered it, he was a good Catholic and reluctant to go against the hand that God had dealt us. 

On Sunday while at the market I succumbed to my raging desires and called Jack at home on my cell phone. I was shopping for the dinner my husband and I were hosting that week for his boss and current girlfriend, and I asked Jack if I might be able to see him Wednesday...for an afternoon delight. He agreed to take that afternoon off so we could meet at his home. As usual, just hearing his sexy voice made me wet, as I nervously tried to speak in subdued tones while jockeying for position in the market's vegetable section. I blushed and tried to eschew prurient thoughts as he spoke to me, while I wantonly squeezed and stroked the cucumbers I needed for an antipasto salad. I also confessed that I was a bit sore from our previous vigorous love making, to which he sympathized, saying he might have a remedy.

In the market's parking lot, I started to weep in the car. I just had to see him! Now! Even if only for a moment, I needed to feel his strong body...just to hold. Otherwise, I'd have to wait three days! I drove the few miles to his house, my nervousness increasing as I neared. Driving slowly down his street, I pulled over a few houses away to fix my tear-smeared makeup. As I reapplied some eyeliner, a small, very attractive Oriental woman came out of Jack's front door, waving behind herself to someone whom I could only assume was Jack. She was carrying a man's suit on a hanger and smiling to herself as she leapt into a dark Buick sedan. 

I was crushed, suspecting the worst. After she drove past me, I once again started to weep. No! I began to blubber. Oh, Jack, I anguished, how could you? I've given you...everything of myself! I've been unfaithful to my husband! You've driven me absolutely crazy with desire! My whole life has turned upside down! 

Afraid that I'd do something truly foolish if I saw him now, I staunched the pains gripping my stomach and drove slowly away. I was physically as well as emotionally wrung out when I got home, and was unable to make dinner, instead asking Frank to order in a pizza. After that and more than a half bottle of wine, I went to bed early, leaving him in front of the TV. Each night thereafter while Frank watched TV, I masturbated in the bed Jack and I had soiled a few days before, trying to ease my agony and tension. 

I was totally distracted for the next two days, very unlike my usual methodical self. Guardedly, I called Jack each day, trying unsuccessfully to stem the gnawing pressure in my lower tummy, just to...just to hear his mellifluous voice. I went to lunch on both days with my work mate and mother-confessor, Mandy, hoping to gain solace from her advice – itself of questionable value given her salacious turn of mind – but those too brief breaks from work and my domestic routines only heightened my painful frustration. Mandy suggested that I look for signs of Jack's possible dalliances, such as different – womanly – odors, and scratches on his body. Images of Jack with other women made me retch each time I pictured them. I couldn't believe that the most sensitive man I'd known in my life could be...could be unfaithful to me! I was hopelessly hooked on him, and it seemed there was no immediate solution to my problem. Given my overpowering attachment, I'd have to stay the course and let the circumstances of our affair play themselves out.

Each Wednesday I'm alone in the office. That's one reason why it's a good day to see Jack. There are no dentists, no assistants, no patients...no Mandy, to distract me from my tasks. I can dress casually, and usually can finish two days worth of paperwork and calls to patients in the quiet environment, often before the afternoon. On this Wednesday morning my mind wandered, though, envisioning the blissful – albeit now horribly mixed – feelings I'd be having after lunch as Jack lavished my body with his love. I was, oh, so ready for him, and had dressed the part. Knowing that he liked my legs, I wore a black, knee-length A-line skirt with no nylons and black, heeled sandals. I had on a purple, polyester/spandex, scoop neck top – showing a hint of upper breast bulge – with three quarter sleeves that laced up the outside of my arms, revealing strips of my olive Italian skin to my shoulders. Dark brown eye and brow makeup was my usual standard. Small gold studs pierced my ears and my frosted hair was down. Underneath I wore an especially sexy set of black bra and panties. For the first time in three days I looked good. Not great, but really good. I imagined – no, hoped, naughtily – that I wouldn't be spending much time in my clothes anyway. 

Before I left the office at one o'clock I inserted my diaphragm that I'd bought when I'd met Jack. I could forget using it next week since by that time the birth control pills I was taking would have taken full effect. My excitement doubled. I'd not eaten lunch. My butterfly stomach wouldn't have let me, though I hoped that Jack had. As I neared his house my heart pounded in my chest, and as I parked across the street I realized I was already wet. I took a couple of deep breaths and got out, saying hello to the attractive blonde woman working in her yard across the street, one of Jack's new neighbors. She smiled pleasantly and I felt her watch me as I walked rapidly up Jack's front steps. I rang the doorbell and waited. Nothing. I rang again, convinced that he was home because his car was in the driveway. Ringing again, there was no answer. I might have collapsed in a screaming panic had he not driven up at that moment, in a pickup truck. Jumping out, he smiled and waved – first to his neighbor – and trotted up to the porch, puffing, ''Sorry, Dee Dee. Hope I didn't keep you waiting. Drove the company truck today." Having him this close to me, I forgot immediately about the pain I'd lived with for the past three days. He unlocked the door and we entered, with me almost hyperventilating. He tossed his keys and briefcase onto the table in the foyer.

As he closed the door I yelped and threw myself at him, kissing him all over his face and feeling his hard body as I whimpered, "Oh, God, Jack, I've missed you so muuuch!"

"Ciao, Bella!" he whispered, as his mouth smothered mine. 

We hadn't been together since the previous Saturday and my body burned for him. I tore at his shirt, popping it open as he ran his hands over me, and covered his throat and chest with kisses. He groaned and I felt his knees tremble as I licked just below the hollow of his throat. He pulled back to look at me and gasped, "Jeezus, Dee Dee, I've gotta' have you now!" and lifted my skirt to yank my panties down past my knees. I stepped out of them and threw my legs around him, locking my ankles around his buttocks, my pussy dripping with excitement. "Wait, baby!" he rasped, and – in a flash – he unbuttoned his pants and dropped them as I stood for a second to allow him room. His cock bounced fully erect in front of us and, grabbing him around the neck, I once again leapt at him to lock my heels around his taut butt. 

My aim was pretty good. Still standing, we both cried out passionately as his stiff cock plunged into me to my cervix. I bit my lower lip and moaned as we pounded at one another, my clit grinding against the top of his member. We thrashed toward a quick orgasm, with Jack holding me sideways in front of the mirror in the foyer. For just a few seconds I saw his thick manhood plundering my pussy below my furry bush, then I turned my head up to him to suck on his tongue, wetly thanking him for the joy he was bringing to my clenching cunt. I came very quickly, a paralyzing climax that shook me to my marrow, and – moaning – bit my thumb as I reached my peak. He was right behind me, spewing my insides with his hot, thick juice, shouting "Dee Dee!...Dee Dee!...Dee Dee!" as he turned to his right and pushed me against the front door, banging me against it until we'd finished our orgasmic throes. We remained interlocked, breathing heavily, as our mingled juices soaked our loins.

Suddenly there was a loud knock on the door behind me. Frightened, I dropped to my feet and skittered around into the living room – Jack's cum dripping down one thigh – as he zipped up. He opened the door after a moment, and from around the corner I heard a female voice: "Well, hi, good lookin'! Figured you were home! Saw both your cars. Got a package from Frederick's of Hollywood! Hmm, want me to model 'em for you? Oh, don't blush! You know how I like to tease! Sign here at number 24!" 

"Uhh, hi Trish!" Jack said. "Mmm, I've got company," he said, more quietly. 

"Oh, wow! Sorry!" she apologized. "Me an' my big mouth!"

"S'okay. Thanks, Trish. See you next time!" Jack said, as he closed the door.

Jealous pangs shot through me, awakening the fears of the past three days. I looked through the front window and watched the UPS driver walk to her truck. She wore the typical brown, short-sleeved shirt and shorts of the company uniform, but the cuffs of each were turned up to reveal a lot of gorgeous, well-tanned flesh. The shorts were so brief that one could almost see the bare bottoms of her buttocks. She was tall, about 5'9", willowy, and had a cute, button nose, shiny tan face that exuded health, and wavy, brunette, auburn-tinged hair to her shoulders. Her green eyes flashed sexily as she looked back at the house before jumping into the truck. I was immediately envious of her height, coltish look, and carefree manner, but didn't say a word. My addled mind convinced me that Jack was being tempted – maybe even fucked! – by even the most casual of acquaintances. 

"Uuh, here's a little something for you. I ordered 'em online on Sunday," Jack said, shyly handing me the package. Suddenly relieved, and hardly containing my excitement, I ripped it open and pulled out – let's see – four...thongs of different colors!...two pair of lacy, boy-cut panties, one of them crotchless, and... two pair of thigh-high nylons! My suspicions momentarily dissolved as I fingered his dainty gifts. 

I was flabbergasted, gasped and said..."Oh, Jack, you sweetheart! I wanted to get something like this, but wondered what you'd think! Ooh, I'm so pleased!" I hugged him closely and, for an instant, didn't know whether to confront him with my suspicions or fuck him to death!

He explained: "I'm giving a presentation next week at an architectural show and thought you might like to come along. You'll see a lot of upscale fixtures and hardware – some you might like for your remodel – and...I'd love knowing you're wearing some of these underneath." 

"Our first time out together! I'd love to go! When? I'll take time off!" I gushed girlishly, all at once. How could this man be unfaithful to me? I asked myself, hopefully.

"Easy...easy, sweetie. In a few days. I'll let you know the specifics." Jack said. "But first, I'm kinda' concerned about your soreness...after last time. Tell me what's wrong."

"Oh, you know," I said, embarrassed, "I've got so much pubic hair that it chafes when we get...uhh...a little wild."

"Wellll...let's just shave you a little," he said softly, with his devilish eyes belying his innocent-sounding statement.

"Really? Wha'...what'll Frank say?" I gasped. "I guess I could tell him it makes me feel sexier...like I did when I trimmed before...".

"Sure. C'mon," Jack said, breezily satisfied with my solution and pulling me by the hand toward the bathroom. I sat down on the toilet and he said, "Better take off your skirt...matter of fact, why not undress completely? No need to get shaving cream on your clothes!" 

"You're not worried about my clothes!" I scoffed, playfully, pulling off my top and unclasping my bra to doff it. I'd wanted to do this anyway. Jack took a moment to hug me, gently molding my breasts in his large hands, which caused my nipples to harden and a dollop of our juices to flow from between my labia. He spread a towel on the toilet lid and I sat on it, spreading my legs slightly as he drew a basin of hot water. "Well, I'm naked! At least take off your shirt!" I demanded playfully.

"Mmmm, okay," he said stripping off his dress shirt, pants and shoes. I froze. There were unmistakable scratch marks on his pectorals and shoulders.

My heart sank, and I tried to close my legs. "Jack?" I asked suspiciously, almost in a whine, "Where did those scratches come from?" 

"Umm, I tore myself up pulling old roses out of the backyard," he said, unconcerned and looking down at his chest. His quick answer didn't satisfy me. "Now, let's clean you up a bit," he soothed, softly wiping my pussy clean of the cum he'd deposited there minutes before. Brandishing a pair of moustache scissors, he said, "Let's start by trimming the outer edges." He carefully snipped the areas between my thighs and mons and around my opening, as I watched his eyes closely. "Okay, ma'am, you're gonna' hafta' put your legs on my shoulders. I don't want to nick you, and you're trembling a little." I realized that I'd been holding my breath, nervously, and exhaled, suddenly glad he'd made the suggestion. I placed my calves on either side of his head and watched his handsome face, knit in concentration, as he trimmed slowly. "God, you're heavenly," he said suddenly, and swooped in to flick his tongue at my slit and trail it up over my clit. I jumped at the contact and groaned, simultaneously wanting to ask him about the Oriental woman yet also craving his mouth on my most private part.

But he pulled back, breaking the intimate moment, saying, "Here, take a look!" and handed me a small mirror to look at myself. My pubic hair was much shorter, and only a small patch above my slit remained, as well as a little bit that bordered the flesh around my labia, which required shaving. I grinned, nodded enthusiastically, and forced a soft giggle. 

He grabbed a mug with hard shaving soap in it, and stirred it with warm water and a shaving brush. He spread it thickly all over my groin, lathering completely all of the tissue with hair on it. He stroked my slit evenly, not hurrying, brushing up and down, and looked up at me. I was holding my breath again and, when his eyes met mine, I threw my head back...gasping...and giggled again, "Jack! God! Any more of that and I'll cum right in your face!" 

"Hmmph, promises, promises," he muttered sardonically, then continued his work. The thick bristles on the brush lavished their strokes on my lips and clit and...finally...I didn't care. I relaxed my tense muscles and felt the beginning buzz of an orgasm knot my stomach and fade, then another – sharper – jolt rushed through me as the backs of my knees struggled to pull Jack into my body by his shoulders. He looked into my eyes – humming softly – and continued slowly brushing my clit, up and down...up and down. Two or three more flashes coursed through me and my hands went to my breasts, clawing at them and twisting my nipples in empathic grappling as I had a brief, shallow climax. When it was over, I touched Jack's cheek softly and, not knowing what to say, just shook my head slowly a couple of times as I caught my breath. 

"Mmmm. Better now? All relaxed?" he asked softly, then put down the brush to take up the razor, which he applied with great dexterity. "You'll have to do this regularly, honey, to keep yourself smooth. If you want, I'll do it for you every now and then," he said, smiling.

I wanted so much to say that he could do it for me forever, but didn't. I was so fearful of being hurt by discovering he was seeing other women, which had deepened my now-pervasive feelings of insecurity, that I remained mute. After a few minutes I was very smooth around my opening, and only a V-shaped patch stood above my pink slit. There would be no chafing now, I thought, suddenly wanting to feel Jack in my new hairless crotch...in the most obscene manner possible. Before finishing, he put a beard-trimmer on some hair clippers and cut the height of the remaining patch to about a quarter-of-an-inch. Then he applied some soothing lotion to me, cooling my tingling lips. In the hand mirror, I looked like one of those women on an Internet adult site, and felt extremely and deservedly wicked. In the space of a few short weeks, I'd come to look and act unabashedly wanton. I also felt terribly close to emotional destruction. Deirdre, I thought inwardly, you've let yourself become more vulnerable to the whims of others than ever you've allowed yourself. 

"That'd be nice," I said, absently, referring to his offer to shave me regularly. "Uungh, can I have some wine?" I asked, "and a robe? I'll put on one of my new thongs if you bring me all those things!" I offered, striking what I thought was a clever bargain as I rose from my seat on the toilet. While Jack was attending to my requests, I walked to his bedroom and opened the closet to examine his many suits. He entered the room with my new lingerie and two large goblets of wine. I drank the wine in five gulps, thanked him as it hit my empty stomach, and asked for more as he offered me a terrycloth robe, which I started to put on but changed my mind. He also handed me the other glass. 

"Nervous?" he asked, as I selected a Hunter green thong to try on.

"Mmm, a little preoccupied," I confessed. "Tonight we're having Frank's boss and his girlfriend to dinner. Guess I'm a little keyed up about it," I said, lying. Now I was lying to Jack! I cringed, guiltily. Nevertheless, I forged ahead, and put on the sexy thong. It's green color was yummy against my olive complexion, and the front triangle showed the cleanly shaven outer reaches of my mound while obscuring the vee of my very reduced pubic locks. The strings holding it snaked down my crack as I turned to look at my butt in the dresser mirror. I giggled, as the wine had gone to work on my growling stomach, and I looked up at Jack, whispering, "I love the thongs, Jack. Thanks so much. Mmm, I'm gonna' have some more wine," I said, taking a sip, then a gulp, to half-finish it. 

"Hey! Don't get drunk. Can't have the boss seeing the hostess tipsy!" Jack warned.

"I won'," I slurred slightly. "I jus' wanna' get a little loose for us...for when we make love again. We are gonna' fuck again, aren't we?" I asked, aggressively. 

Jack snickered slightly, as if amused to see me unable to hold my alcohol, which I truly can't. "Yeah," he said softly.

Then, as tipsy people do, I blurted out the only thought in my head at that moment: "How're your suits coming, Jack?" flashing on his Oriental babe. "Gettin' 'em altered?" I lazily fingered the sleeve of one them hanging in the closet.

"Oh, yeah!" he said. "I even get delivery service. My new tailor, a Chinese woman, is unbelievable!"




Deirdre's Downfall Ch. 04



I started to say, I'll bet she is! as I pictured their bodies locked together, but just mumbled, "Hmm, I bet...".

Jack looked confused for an instant, then hesitated, appearing to stifle a remark. Gently, he took the wineglass from me, put it down, and said, "Get into bed, Dee Dee," as he drew back the covers.

I crawled onto the bed as he undressed. Sliding next to me, his abiding warmth felt divine. He was already half-erect and I was impatient, wanting to drive away my suspicions with his body. "Gimme that!" I gasped sloppily, and thrust his cock roughly into my mouth, sucking noisily as saliva ran down his length. I knew I was tipsy, because I said, "You like the way I suck your cock? Huh? Am I good? Huh?"

"Ohh...yeah...Dee Dee," he murmured, closing his eyes and craning his neck, seeming to forget about my tipsiness...or my implied mistrust. For future reference I filed away a quick realization that, like all men, Jack could be manipulated by sex. Cynically, I remembered Mandy saying that a woman can always divert a man's attention by sucking his cock. 

"Good, 'cuz I'm gonna' fuck your brains out!" I threatened, pulling off the thong and tossing it on a chair. "But first, I'm gonna' sit on your face!" I said, quickly reversing myself to straddle his head and place us in a "69" position. "Ohh, yeah!" I yelled, as Jack's tongue pierced my labia. "Eat my cuuunt, Jack!" I moaned, making it a three-syllable word as I gobbled as much of his cock as I could.

We lapped noisily at one another for what seemed like forever, as Jack brought me to two orgasms, which I screeched through, making the walls ring with my volume. Then, with my jaw tired, I leaned off of him and – now very seriously – turned and lay on my back to accept his huge, angry cock into my body. Along with the alcohol, my manic mood demanded that he fuck me...to punish me...to hurt me physically for being such a conniving, whoring, lying bitch. I wanted him to use my body in all of its orifices, taking his pleasure from my slatternly self as discipline for my insecurities as well as my dissolute actions. I'd turned from being a confident, principled, faithful woman into a suspicious, sluttish piece of wanton flesh who deserved whatever fate befell her. At this moment I mistakenly chose him as the preceptor of my feminine fate rather than my husband. I wanted to submit to his every physical whim...and for him to master me.

As Jack entered my body I encouraged him vocally, "Ohh...yeah...Jack, fuck me...really hard. Do me...lover...really...hard!" Angrily, I urged him on as he pounded into me. My breath reeked of wine as I breathed heavily into his open mouth, which grimaced jaggedly as he gasped for oxygen to fuel the persistent hammering of his loins. I lifted my legs higher...then higher again...finally spreading my now-hairless pussy fully open to his driving member. My hands went to his muscular buttocks and I closed my eyes to grunt each time I felt their striations whip his probe into me. 

I envisioned, perversely, a veiled scene in which I was being plundered by a male I didn't know...an anonymous body that was fucking me, taking from me what once I'd regarded as something avowedly sacred, but now was being given lewdly to anyone interested. And...with that picture in my mind, I shrieked and pounded back at Jack through a monumental orgasm. "Ohh, ohh...eeeyeeaaahhhhgg!" I screamed, which triggered his climax. He humped me, pouring his seed into me nonstop, for what seemed like minutes. And, I clawed at him. Yes! I justified to myself: These are my scratches! Let every woman who sees you witness my ritual scarifications! I will mark you forever, Jack Taylor! I flashed, as my nails tore at his back, shoulders and chest. We grunted through our rough, almost loveless coupling until he collapsed on me. His torso was laced with deep, red gouges.

"God! Dee Dee," he murmured, half into the pillow, "What got into you?"

Sober now, and not knowing how to respond, I mumbled, "Sorry, baby. I'm not really myself today." I sounded so cold and distant!

"Wanta' talk about it?" he asked.

"Mmm, no," I said as I glanced at the clock on the nightstand. "Oooh, it's late," I added, breezily. "Better go. Gotta' fix dinner."

I think that I left Jack very confused as I walked out. He'd given me a couple of B-12 capsules in a vain attempt to sober me up. But, driving home I had to pull over and cry for a few minutes, just to relieve the tension. I felt as if something had broken inside me. I'd acted horribly to the man I revered, suspecting the worst of him with other women...even the UPS driver! I'd descended from being an upbeat, faithful, innocent wife with a rosy future to the level of an angry, calculating, lascivious beast who'd brazenly rubbed my lover's nose in a tawdry mess in which he'd been – I reckoned – willingly though only coincidentally involved. Finally thinking rationally, I decided that I was not being responsible for my own actions. 

At home I called him and apologized for treating him so shabbily. I told him there was a lot on my mind, and that I'd explain everything to him...possibly over the weekend since he'd wanted to show us final drawings for our remodel project. I also looked forward to being with him at his architectural show the following week. 

Of all days, I was sorry that Frank's boss, Bruce, was coming to dinner that night. I was very depressed that I'd taken revenge on Jack without truly knowing the circumstances. And, I was shocked that my emotions had driven me to such desperate ends. 

I took a hot bath to purge my system of the wine and ease the afternoon's discomfort. My mood improved immensely, enhanced by the way I looked naked. So sexy!...with my shaven crotch and my new lingerie. I chose a red lace bra to go with the red thong, decided against stockings, and put the rest away. Would Frank ever be surprised at my daring new image! I thought. 

My outfit for the evening was a long-sleeved, form-fitting, belted coatdress in tan cotton gabardine that ended below the knee. It had a deep neckline that showed just a sliver of the red bra at the closure, and had hidden buttons that ended in a six-inch slit in front. It's a very plain dress, but I spiced it up with a red satin belt, low red heels, and a carved rose necklace, also in red. I put red plastic studs in my pierced ears. I looked like a very sensible, suburban housewife, I thought, ...except for the scarlet accents. 

I'd prepared chicken and spinach manicotti with herbed tomato sauce the night before. All I needed to do was cook it, along with broccoli with a peppery white sauce. The cucumber antipasto salad could be fixed quickly. For dessert, I'd gotten a small chocolate fudge torte. I shuddered as I brought three bottles of chianti from the wine cellar, promising myself to nurse only one glass all evening. As I worked in the kitchen, I remembered how much I liked cooking for others and stifled a pang, thinking of having kids. With the kitchen radio playing soothing classical music, my mood was decidedly up from the afternoon when I'd been so brutal to Jack. As I thought of him again I felt myself moisten under my new thong.

At 7:45, Frank, Bruce, and his girlfriend burst in the front door with a great deal of laughter. Frank gave me a quick kiss and introduced me to Bruce's friend, Corky, a tall, dyed-blonde, 35-ish woman who was dressed – I thought – rather gaudily for a mid-week dinner. She wore a sleeveless, red ruffle dress with a vee neckline that plunged below her sternum and laced up over her half-displayed breasts, which looked enhanced with silicone. It hugged her lissome body and ended in a ragged, "hanky" hemline that unevenly showed slim, muscular legs to above the knee. On her feet were tassel-tie sandals with 4" stiletto heels. Below her wavy, stylishly rumpled hair of pageboy length hung six-inch, white crystal dangle earrings that projected...an "interesting" image. She was what Frank would call "a hot number." I thought she looked like a tramp.

Bruce, of course, was his typical obnoxious self. Red-faced, he grabbed me off the floor in his usual way and boomed, "Dee, baby booby, gimme a smack!" and caught me on the cheek with a boozy slobber as I turned my head in time to avoid what would have been a tongue in my mouth. "Drinks! Drinks! Frank, boy," he yelled, "an' le's tell Dee what we did after work!" at which all three giggled drunkenly.

As Frank disappeared into the kitchen for the libations, Bruce and Corky plopped down in the living room and Bruce lowered his voice at Corky's urging. "Well," he said, preparing for a long story. "First, we had a few pops at the bar. Then, on the way here we stopped by that new place...the adult book store...just off the Interstate. Corky was drivin' so it was okay, since she doesn't drink much," he said, rolling his eyes at her, which stimulated a high-pitched giggle from her fully open mouth. Hmm, I thought, she has a lot of old fillings. Probably doesn't visit the dentist often.

"Anyway," continued Bruce, as Frank returned with three beverages, obviously cognizant of what they were drinking. "We went in with Corky an' you shoulda' seen the looks on the faces of the guys in there," he said, causing laughter from both his girlfriend and my husband. "They coulda' died when we walked inta' the back...ya' know, where the 'gloryhole' booths are?"

I shook my head, not comprehending, and smiled wanly. 

"So, they got TV cameras in there, an' when a woman...or even a gay guy, I guess...goes in there, they video the scene and play it on a big screen in another room!" His booming laughter hurt my ears as he looked at Frank and Corky, who shared the salacious amusement with him. 

"So, anyway," he went on, "I'm not tellin' any tales when I say Corky is a party girl, so she unzips me and starts to go to work. An' I get off! On camera! Well, some guy – who I guess watched it on TV – walks into the booth next to ours and sticks his uhhh...ya' know...his pecker, through the hole, wantin' Corky to blow 'im. An' what's she do? She flips him on the end of it an' says, 'Come back when you grow up, Buster!'" Then, they all burst into peals of laughter. I was appalled, and sickened, as I watched Frank double over in a guffaw. He, apparently, had watched the entire proceeding on television. 

The fact that I didn't laugh, and punctuated my silence with, "Well, I can't top that story!" lowered the level of mirth significantly. "Ready for dinner?" I asked, getting up to go to the kitchen. 

"Yeah! Let's eat!" Frank enthused, leading his two friends to the table, from which I'd removed several of its oak leaves to make it intimate enough for a foursome. Bruce sat across from me...thankfully...since I didn't want him pawing me, with Corky and Frank facing each other. I served the salad, which was well received, while we were regaled by Bruce's repertoire of filthy jokes, none of which I'd heard. I marveled at how a successful insurance executive could find the time to memorize so many stories, as well as drink so much. The manicotti and vegetables were served and the second, then the third, bottle of wine was opened. I was still nursing my half-full glass as a sizable dent was put in the last bottle. Bruce proposed toasts, to Frank, "and his scrumptious wife, Dee," and glasses clinked all around. I glanced at my watch: 9:45, and decided to hurry things along with dessert, so I exited to the kitchen with dirty plates.

In a few minutes I returned to see Bruce dozing with his head on his chest. From the kitchen door, as I carried plates of the chocolate torte, I distinctly saw Corky's stockinged foot nuzzling Frank's crotch between his legs. Surprised at my quick entrance, she withdrew it and, with some difficulty, put her shoe back on. I cast a quick, daggered, look in her direction, served the dessert, and she shook Bruce rudely to awaken him. If I'd thought Bruce were drunk, I ruefully noticed that Frank, himself, was feeling little pain. "Greeaat dinner, honneeey," he slurred, reaching for my hand and knocking over his full glass of wine, which caused Bruce to bellow something about taking the tablecloth's virginity. I was appalled and rushed to the kitchen for some towels.

When I returned, Frank had gotten up and sprinted to the nearby half-bath...to be sick. "Cake musta' done it," Bruce mumbled, as we heard my husband retching his stomach empty. Corky looked at me and asked with real concern if Frank was okay. 

"Oh, yes. He's been working awfully hard and...maybe with the drinks and stuff...," I said, making excuses.

"Well, put 'im ta' bed," Bruce exhorted. "We can party ourselves!"

Frank lurched out of the bathroom and, apologizing, said, "I better go ta' bed. Can't understand how this happened," as he stumbled upstairs.

I started to follow him, thinking I could undress him and tuck him in, but didn't. Corky then said to Bruce, "Let's go. It's gettin' late."

"Nah," Bruce retorted. "Le's help l'il Dee clean up," as he leered across the table at me. 

"Well, I'm leaving. You can catch a cab," Corky responded, leaving behind her dessert. "Night, Dee. Thanks for dinner. Nice to meet you." That was the most she'd said to me all night. 

"Call me tomorrow, Bruce," she said, blithely, as she swept out the front door, closing it hard. 

At that I excused myself and went upstairs to enlist Frank's support. He was way beyond helping me, though, as he'd taken off his tie, shoes and trousers, and collapsed into bed wearing his shirt. Very nervous, I walked downstairs and discovered Bruce in the kitchen, wearing one of my aprons and rinsing dishes under the tap. His huge frame looked so comical with my frilly, postage-stamp-sized apron around his fat middle, that I laughed. He looked around and said, "Thas' the first time you've smiled tonight, Dee. Whas' wrong?"

"Oh, nothing, Bruce. My kitchen help normally isn't so big!" I snickered.

"Always glad ta' help," he said, as we both tended to the dishes, loading them into the washer. While working, Bruce said, "You've got a great tan, Dee. Frank tells me you sun in the back yard on weekends. You tan all over?" he asked, leering once again.

"Oh, Bruce..." I said, blushing. 

He turned toward me and I saw the front of the apron he was wearing sticking out in front of him, right at his crotch. "C'mon, you said I was big. Wanna' see how big? Show me your tan an' I'll show you my cock!" he rasped, giving me a lewd grin. I froze with the knowledge that his naked member was underneath the apron. Then he grabbed me by the wrists in his huge hands, drawing me up to him and breathing his boozy breath into my face. He pushed me against the refrigerator and bent down, trying to mash his mouth against mine as I groaned disapproval. I turned and he found my neck, biting a bit of it with his lips. Then he locked both of my wrists in one hand and held them in an iron grip above my head, as I cried out in pain. With the other he reached for the neck of my dress and pulled hard, popping loose two of the hidden buttons to grab at my heaving breasts as I tried to catch my breath. He then peeled back the top of the dress – popping more buttons as he did so – and lowered my arms behind my back to render them useless. Loudly objecting, I begged him to quit his groping. "Mmmm, let's see these beauties," he snarled, pulling up my bra to bare my tits.

I screamed, "NO-O-O-O!" hoping that Frank would hear. "Bruce...stop...I'll tell Fraaank!" I shrieked, as he pushed his attack. 

"Jus' wanna' tas' 'em," he mumbled, as he closed his lips around the nipple of one uplifted breast and sucked and nibbled at it. I groaned and thrashed about, trying to break his manacling hold.

"STO-O-OP!" I yelled, knowing that Frank was dead-to-the-world and would be no help at all in saving me from this horrible assault.

"You gorgeous babe. Now for the real thing!" he gloated, as he stretched my arms up further behind me, drawing me up on tiptoe. Then, he did the unforgivable. He thrust his free hand under my dress and grabbed my crotch, ripping away my new thong! I shrieked, whimpering out the objection with a pitiful squall. "Mmm, lookit that!" he snarled triumphantly, as he passed the moist undie beneath his nose. "I knew you were a hot little slut!" Then, dropping the thong, he forced my legs apart with his and stuck all four of his fingers between them, muttering "Yeaahh!" and bruising my newly shaven pussy. He tried to plow a finger into me, but I writhed away, yet still was unable to release his grip from my wrists. He withdrew his hand and licked his moist fingers, growling, "Gonna' eatcha' 'til ya' die, baby!" and tore back the apron covering his middle to reveal his thick, ugly cock. I was sickened by the sight. It was fiery red, horribly scarred, and had a large wart atop it, just behind its drooling head. "Whaddaya' thinka' that, Dee? Want a taste?" he asked, leering proudly and groping for my head. I responded by wailing loudly and grunting, mustering all the strength that I had, and lashing a knee up at his groin to connect solidly with his scrotum. 

That's all it took. He snorted like a bull and dropped my wrists to bend forward and grab his testicles, which allowed me time to grasp a quart-sized jar of candy off the counter and smash it down on top of his head, scattering glass and Hershey's "Kisses" everywhere. He went down hard, groaning, and I grabbed the phone to call 911. He suddenly took me seriously and, as I made the connection, he begged, "Please, no, Dee. I'll go. Don' call the cops." His hurt puppy dog look convinced me and I disconnected, instead calling the local cab company whose number was on a refrigerator door magnet. A cab would be here in 15 minutes, I was told. 

I hung up and ran into the living room, arming myself threateningly with our fireplace poker. Bruce followed me, stumbling, and I handed him his coat, saying dully, "A cab will be here soon. Go outside to the curb under the streetlight where I can see you. When the cab picks you up, consider yourself lucky for not going to jail. And if you ever do anything like this again, not only will I tell Frank, but I'll see to it that you're ruined."

As the cab drove Bruce away, my metabolism slowed a bit and my breathing returned to normal. The residual adrenalin spirited me through the kitchen cleanup, though, and in a short while I collapsed onto the couch with my second glass of wine...to reflect on my plight. My body hurt. My mauled breasts, wrists, and crotch ached from their unwanted violation. My shoulder joints throbbed with pain and my ego was bruised beyond redemption. Deep in thought, I reflected on my marriage and reached a troubling awareness: it had started nearly ten years ago with love, then had built toward bitterness, a result of miscommunication and muted hostility. My affair with Jack was merely a logical product of that, I thought, as I fell into a fitful asleep after covering myself with an afghan.

At dawn Frank crept downstairs looking for me. I was in a foul mood when he told me how hung over he was, and that he was going to take the morning off to recuperate. I'd fastened my damaged dress but still looked a mess as I silently made coffee. Sitting in the breakfast nook, I directed my anger at Frank.

"If you ever bring that man here again, I'll leave!" I threatened. "I'm sick to death of his horny hands and filthy jokes!" I fumed, though didn't provide him with the raw details of his boss's assault. "And, what was that under-the-table bit with that...that trollop?!" I spat. "I don't care if you...and your friends...go to...to 'gloryholes,' Frank! In fact, I've ceased caring what you do!" I continued, relentlessly, blaming him for my combined rage and fear. "Just keep those...those tawdry people away from me...and this house...out of my life!"




Deirdre's Downfall Ch. 04



I breathed deeply and continued, this time in cold, measured tones: "Things have changed. Number one, I'm going to oversee the remodeling project...myself...and Jack Taylor's going to design and manage all the work. No questions from you. You and I will split the costs. Number two, I'm seeing the gynecologist and seriously plan to have a baby...whenever I wish and using whatever means I choose. Number three, for ten years I've lived to provide for your wishes; now, you're going to have to start providing for mine. Four, if you voice any unreasonable objections, you can just leave!"

Frank stared at me for the longest time, processing my pronouncements in his hungover brain. 

For a fraction of a second I almost reached to hold his aching head against my bosom and murmur to him that everything was okay, as I'd done for years when he was in similar shape. But I held firm, taking very small pleasure in my hypocritical rationale. My psyche as well as my body had been bruised, but I'd finally lain down my law...and had emerged with the upper hand. My Italian father would have been shocked...my Italian mother probably would have supported me without question.

Later in the day I called my dearest Jack at his office and once again apologized for the day before. I mentioned nothing about the previous night's harrowing experience. He agreed to come by Saturday to show his remodel plans. I also called my gynecologist friend, explaining that I'd decided to get pregnant using artificial insemination. Many arrangements would have to be made, she said, and it would be a long process. We agreed to meet the following week. And, as a sop to my newly-inflated ego, I ordered some lingerie online from Frederick's of Hollywood, replacing my destroyed red thong, plus adding more thigh high nylons and panties, two of them crotchless. 

That night Frank came home seemingly repentant. He actually took the garbage out...something I'd done for years. As I fixed dinner, I wondered if this would be a good time to ask him to clean the rain gutters and cut the grass. We had a quiet, humorless talk over the meal. He informed me that Bruce had been in rough shape at the office, and was sporting a bandage on his head from having "fallen down." I took this news with some measure of private, gleeful satisfaction, but that was short-lived as Frank told me Bruce was sending him to Phoenix with an accountant over the weekend...to perform an audit at the new branch office. 

I looked at him coldly and asked, "Is Corky going with you?" 

"Aw, Dee, gimme a break," he said, whiningly. He hadn't answered my question. 

"Well," I responded, "I told you I don't care what you do. But, Jack's coming over Saturday and we're going ahead with the remodel. I'll also be going to the City next week for an architectural show and don't know when I'll be home."

"Okay, Dee," he said quietly, passively accepting my dictates. He, it seemed, was beginning to realize that our marriage had indeed changed. For it to survive, he would have to give as well as take.

As I undressed in the bedroom, Frank was already under the covers and noticed my new thong. When I peeled it off he stared at my shaved crotch and said, "Wow, Dee, this is a whole new you!" gasping in surprise.

"You have no idea, Frank," I said, as I went to him and tugged on his dick to place it in my mouth. In a few moments he was erect and I mounted and took him, cruelly bringing myself to an orgasm with fingers flailing my clit. My eyes were closed as I imagined Jack inside me. 

As Frank climaxed, his cries sounded like the primitive yawps of a teenage youth – half man, half boy – on a playground. His momentary pleasure drove all trepidation from his mind as he gripped my demanding hips, yelling out his joy in a plaintive adolescent voice while feverishly splashing his infertile cum into me. 

Deirdre's newfound confidence is short-lived as her downfall continues. Join us for the next chapter. In the meantime, please send feedback and vote! 



Deirdre's Downfall Ch. 05



In the previous chapter I advised readers that this is part of a series, consisting of a lengthy plot, made more credible by reading previous chapters. It's not a "quickie" story, though there's plenty of sex. One just has to wait for it. Just click on my name and go to the link to see Deirdre's previous adulterous troubles. Be forewarned that this episode describes in graphic detail the intolerable crime of rape and its aftermath. As always, we appreciate your feedback and votes! 

On Friday my husband Frank left for his weekend trip to Phoenix that had been arranged by his boss, Bruce. I'd not told him about Bruce's mauling of me Wednesday night after Frank had passed out, drunk. I had, however, warned him that I was going to take charge of my life and live according to my rules, not the sexist dictates we'd lived by for nearly ten years of married life, nor the conventions inherited from our conservative, Italian-American parents. 

Though Bruce's attempted assault had frightened me, I felt nevertheless stronger, more independent, more sure of myself, more empowered, since I'd succeeded in warding him off. In large part, though, the new me was a product of my love affair with Jack Taylor, a patient whom I'd met through my work at our dental office, and since had retained as the designer of our home that was to be remodeled. Until Jack, there had been a floating, unanchored, though cyclical sourness in my marriage to Frank that had made me at times appear moody, illogical and panicky...while trying to maintain a veneer of calm respectability. And, of course, there was the problem of our not being able to conceive. 

Though Frank was infertile, with Jack I was now free from the fear of pregnancy, since my pills had kicked in, and the temporary use of the diaphragm was no longer needed. I even felt stronger when dealing with him, not accepting his every pronouncement just because of my passionate feelings for him. We'd made love - no, we'd fucked - on Wednesday and I'd seen him on Friday for his root canal appointment with Dr. McCarthy, my boss. On that day I'd gone to lunch with Mandy, my work mate, and - at her urging - had chosen not to see Jack after work, which had become a regular, carnal habit. I suspected him - for good reason - of seeing other women, and wanted to talk with him about it. I'd decided to discuss it with him when he came to our house Saturday afternoon to plan the remodel project. This would allow me to confront him with my suspicions about his wandering eye...or should I say his faithless prick?

I awoke Saturday feeling liberated from many things...particularly my pervasive guilt and panic attacks, which in the past had weakened all of my relations with men: my father; my husband; his boss, Bruce; my boss, Dr. McCarthy...even my lover, Jack. When looking closely at my entire 32 years, though, I truly had little to feel guilty about. However, for the benefit of my soul, like the good Catholic girl that I am, I went to church early in the morning and took Confession, explaining my recent infidelities to the priest. When concluding my redemptive pleas for forgiveness, I felt momentarily cleansed, yet it troubled me that something as beautiful as I'd felt with Jack could be considered evil...something that should prompt sorrow and shame. 

Back at home at 10 o'clock, I slipped on a black bikini, anxious to work on my tan in the backyard, which is a weekend ritual of mine. After speaking on the phone with my mother about a dozen unimportant things, I lay out in the warm sun on a chaise lounge to leach myself of the week's unpleasant memories. As I usually do, I stripped off my bikini to prevent lines...a practice that's safe enough since the yard is enclosed on three sides by a high privacy fence. Only the most daring, nosey person would try to enter the yard via either of the narrow walks along the sides of the house.

After an hour or so, I heard the doorbell ring through the open back door. Throwing on my short, white terry robe, I ran through the house and opened it to Billy, a 19-year-old neighbor boy who'd just returned from a year away at college. Frank and I had known him and his parents since he was 10. "Hi, Deirdre!" he said. "Uuh, I wondered if you wanted your front lawn mowed. I'm doin' yardwork this quarter and work real cheap!" he gushed, boyishly. His devoted companion, Thor, a giant, black Great Dane, sat obediently beside him, slowly sweeping the front porch with his tail as he regarded me curiously. 

"Why, Billy! I hardly recognize you! You've grown so much!" I observed. Indeed, it was true. He'd left a gangly boy and here, staring at me after having not seen him for a year, was a tall, muscular, sandy-haired youth who could easily pass for a fully grown man! The tank top and cargo shorts he was wearing clung to tanned muscles that defined his shoulders, chest, and thighs. For a moment I thought that he could be a young Jack of twenty plus years ago, bronzed and cheerful. Smiling, I saw his clear blue eyes drop slowly from my face, over my breasts - lingering for a moment on the swell of my hips - then to the hem of my short robe, which revealed much of my smooth, olive legs. I was immediately uncomfortable, since I was naked underneath, yet felt a certain perverse pleasure in the fact that he might like what he saw...since I'm 13 years his senior. "Sure! Cut it!" I said. "I'll give you twenty dollars. Here, I'll pay you now, 'cause I'm in the backyard, sunning." I grabbed my purse, had nothing smaller than a fifty, and asked, "Billy, Can you come back later? I don't have twenty."

"Sure, Deirdre! I'll do a good job an' see ya' later, okay? Don't wanna' bother you! Go back to your sunbathing!" I watched him through the window for a few minutes, eyeing his strong, youthful muscles - now bearing an attractive, masculine sheen of sweat - easily maneuver the power mower across the front lawn. His faithful dog, Thor, loped after him as if to remind him of any missed spots. Then, I retreated to the backyard, re-donning my bikini to worship the sun. 

As I lay on my tummy on the lounge, I untied my bra string. With the hot sun penetrating my shoulders and back, my eyes closed dreamily and I began to think sexual thoughts. I smiled to myself as I flashed on Billy's admiring gaze and - for a split second - imagined what male secrets his cargo shorts might hold. But that image immediately faded into the very real recent memory of Jack, with his erect cock pulsing before him, waiting to penetrate my yearning body. I turned my head toward the house, so I could be warned of any interruption, and slid the opposite hand under my bikini bottom to cup my smoothly shaven pussy. I gasped as my fingers touched my moist crotch, slickened by the sun and my thoughts, and stroked my clit a few times, causing a lovely, shuddering feeling to well up within me. Of course, I continued, since my conscious mind whispered: More! 

Regardless of the newfound discipline that I wanted to exercise, I needed Jack and would have him later this day, I knew...just as soon as I'd made him aware of my suspicions. If he was doing so, I wanted him to stop seeing other women. But, for now I wanted and needed release. My juicy fingers sped up and I hunched my vulva down against them as repetitive shards of pleasure jolted my body. I ground faster, closing my eyes and gasping until I thought I'd faint. As I climaxed, my legs shot straight out behind me and I grunted through gritted teeth, not wanting to utter a sound since I heard Billy still cutting the grass in front. As I came down, relaxing and rubbing one excited nipple, I whispered Jack's name to myself and imagined the heat of his spunk deep inside me. Wow! Had I ever changed...from the faithful, repressed, suburban wife to a desperately hot, horny wench, preoccupied with sex! 

I picked some lemons off the tall tree in the yard and fixed a quick salad for lunch. I also squeezed some lemon juice onto my armpits, under my breasts, in the soft creases on either side of my pussy and between my butt cheeks...just to smell fresh. Then I put on a short, sleeveless, sundress over my bikini to look presentable.

Jack arrived in mid-afternoon, looking noticeably tense. After what I thought was a perfunctory kiss at the door, we went to the living room, where he showed me his finished designs for each room to be done. I sat in an armchair at an angle to the coffee table, crossing my legs, and he knelt on the floor, leafing through drawings and reciting a technical litany about what we needed to do, beginning this coming week. My mind wandered after the first five minutes, musing about the discussion I really wanted to have, and I finally said, "Let's talk about this later, okay, Jack? I feel you're so far away. Why are you so preoccupied?" I asked, noticing that his eyes went straight to my dress's hemline, which barely covered my crotch.

"Sorry, Dee Dee," he said, exhaling. "I'm not totally focused today."

Shocking myself at my impertinence, I blundered ahead, "Are you fucking that Chinese woman, Jack?...your tailor?" I'd not seen him blanch before but he did now and, as the blood returned to his face, he stood up to his 6'2" height and planted his hands in his pockets.

Looking directly down at me he said, quietly, "Yes. I was with her this morning."

My heart froze and my mouth opened as panic paralyzed me. I issued what sounded like a sob, and asked in a whisper, "Do you love her?"

"Of course not, Dee Dee!" he scoffed. "I met her a couple of weeks before I did you and...it's purely physical!"

"Well, Jack, I'm not with anyone else...and I resent your behavior!" I flashed, angrily.

Jack chuckled sarcastically and asked, "You're not fucking your husband?" 

"That's different and you know it!" I spat.

"Oh, really!" he said with a sardonic smile. "Well, when Judy saw the scratches you made this week, she shit a brick! I got the same garbage from her just three hours ago!" he pronounced, his voice rising. "I can't believe this! I've lived like a monk for months and the minute I come out of my shell I get blasted by a bevy of jealous women!"

"A bevy, Jack?" I asked, needing to know more.

"You know what I mean!" he said, really starting to shout. Then he calmed, shaking his head with a quiet chortle, and said, "Dee Dee, regardless of whether we're fucking others, why make a big thing of it? God!...what is it with you?" making it sound as if I represented the entire feminine gender. "The one thing I've learned in this life is that females always suspect 'another woman.' If I were a believer in fables, I'd swear that Eve accused Adam of adultery...even though there were no other women in Eden! O'course, she'd never have believed his denials, 'cause every night when he got home she would've counted his ribs!"

Jack's sardonic humor wasn't lost on me. I had to smile at his Biblical joke. Nonetheless, I pushed further: "Jack. You must know that I love you...and it kills me to think of you with someone else."

"Why?" he asked. "I fully expect you to...'have intercourse'...with your husband," he said, using the polite term in a sarcastic way. "Do you think I'm so insensitive that I don't hurt just a little bit when I think of him boning you?" he asked.

"Oh, Jack, don't be crude," I said defensively, though grasping his point and realizing that I was espousing a double standard. 

"Look, I'm thrilled with you," he said softly, dropping to his knees in front of me and placing his arms alongside my thighs as I sat in the chair. "But, we've just met and are bound to be carrying a lot of old baggage. Give us some time. Things'll work out...if they're meant to...".

He placed his chin on top of my lap and looked up at me, which prompted me to uncross my legs and spread my knees as he drew me forward to the edge of the chair with his hands around my bottom. The sun caught his hair, reflecting its blond and copper highlights. My dress had pulled up to the crotch line, revealing my black bikini bottom, and I got the ambivalent feeling that I always do when one of my specious arguments - based on emotion - is overcome. My body felt unsteady, numb and tingling, and my heart beat rapidly as my breath came in short gasps. 

I wasn't, however, ambivalent about what I wanted. I leaned forward and kissed Jack deeply, hoping that he'd showered and cleansed himself of the other woman's scents. It'd been days since I'd felt the blistering heat his body caused in mine, and I felt myself moisten as his hands reached up under my dress to draw the bikini down over my now upraised calves. "Mmmm, you smell all lemony," he murmured, as his moustache tickled up the inside of my spread thighs. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back, craning my neck in anticipation of his soft lips and tongue against my pussy, knowing that would make me better.

"Ohhh, Jack, yesssss," I hissed at first contact. I hunched my hips up further, placing my calves on his shoulders, as he drove his tongue deeply inside me. I imagined that the lemon taste might be nice as he drew from me the juice from my late morning masturbation, blending it with new nectar that flowed with each noisy slurp of his tongue. Putting my hands softly on his head as he licked, I asked, "You like my smooth pussy, baby? Hmmm? I want you to love it...I want...it to... be...the best. Just...love me...Jack...just...love me...love me...love me..." I plead. 

The hot afternoon sun bathed us through the window as Jack tongued me. We began to perspire as he moved his mouth, flicking at my clit like a flight of butterflies. I'd missed him so since Wednesday...his gentleness, his tall, masculine body...his hard maleness...his cock. Three full days without him, and the unpleasantness with Bruce and Frank, had rendered me brittle and distrustful. What he did to my body - what he was doing now! - swept all of that away. I not only loved this man...I needed him. And, I showed it at this moment by pulling his head hard against me and screaming out my pleasure. "Jaaaack! Cu'...cumm...cumm-mming...Jack! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Ahh...aahhh...aaahhh...aaammm...mmmm...mmmnn...mnnnaah..." I uttered, with wanton abandon, as the sweetest of soft orgasms purged me of my tension. My legs flopped open from around his ears and I looked down at him, his eyes seemingly searching for recognition, or endorsement...or approval, and I brought him to me for a deep kiss, happily accepting my juices from his sweet mouth.

After a few minutes Jack got up and stretched, his cock forming a prominent bulge in his pants. I looked up at him, once again admiring his body in polo shirt and jeans, and asked, "Wanta' go to bed?"

"Uhhh, is Frank golfing?" he asked, unaware of my husband's business trip.

"No, he's in Phoenix. Won't be back 'til Monday," I answered with a sly smile.

"Mmm! Lotsa' time!" he grinned. "In that case, let's go out back and lay out your new gazebo while there's still some sun!" he said, enthusiastically.

"Work, work, work! What a slave driver!" I joked, as I slipped my bikini bottom back on. "Do you at least want a soda?...or a beer?" I asked as we walked toward the kitchen.

"Beer'd be nice," he said. "Thanks."

As I walked to the refrigerator I peeled off my sundress, knowing that my bikini-clad body would get Jack's attention. I didn't do it to tease him. It's just that we're never able to relax unless we're behind closed doors and...well, yes...I hungered for his admiring glances. He said, "Wow, Dee Dee, you look gorgeous!"

"Like my new bikini?" I asked, provocatively. It's not for swimming. The top has thin spaghetti straps holding up two stretch cups that support the bottoms of my 34C breasts, just covering my dark pink aureoles and showing lots of olive tit flesh. The bottom is very brief. Though not a thong, the narrow sides reach very high over the curve of my hips to anchor the miniscule front triangle and back. It shows lots of my butt cheeks and allows a glimpse of the sides of my shaven labia majorae, one of the few Latin terms I know for the female anatomy.   

"Christ, Dee Dee," Jack gulped. "You're made for fucking," he murmured, his obscenity causing me to smile inwardly as I led him into the back yard.

Once outside, he announced, "Okay, here's the size of the gazebo I have in mind. The drawing's inside...you can look at it later," he said, pulling a tape measure off of his belt. He handed me one end and we laid out the perimeter of the small structure, marking its boundary with twigs. While doing this, I chose every opportunity to move my body seductively, posturing as best I could...anything to draw Jack's looks. I was exercising my newfound power. Yet I was being such a typical woman, engaging in the age-old dance of attracting the male of the species to mate. I'm convinced that this is so ingrained in the human animal - unlike others in the food chain - that it's why females are nearly always sexually receptive. Women want their men to come home to them, and what better way to assure it than with the sultry promise of physical satiation? Such a naturalist philosopher you are, Deirdre, I told myself.

"Look good?" Jack asked, about the imaginary gazebo. Unlike him, I couldn't visualize it, or didn't want to at that moment, so I giggled and pranced over to the lemon tree. 

"Want a lemon?" I asked, seductively, striking a classic glamour girl pose with a leg gracefully bent and one hand on a hip as I leaned against the tree. Remembering Jack's joke about the Garden of Eden, I fancied myself as Eve beckoning to Adam, imploring him to taste an apple. 

That was enough. Jack growled and rushed at me, making gurgling sounds in his throat. I let out a little scream, then, giggling, grabbed the stepladder propped against the tree and started to climb it, just as Jack groped me from behind. I squealed girlishly as his hot hands started tickling me all over, then turned around as he slid one hand between my legs to my sopping crotch. I stopped giggling, looked into his eyes, then leaned down - since I was on the second step - and kissed him lightly. His tongue probed my mouth and, as I flushed a fresh stream of juice onto my bikini, I broke from him and urgently whispered, "Oh, God, Jack...please take me now...".

He spun me quickly around - I let out a little yelp - and brought me to the bottom step so my back was to him. I heard his zipper fly open, looked to see his jeans and boxers fall, and felt his erect cock as he gasped roughly, "Nnngh-shit! I've gotta' get in...side you!" He then pulled my skimpy bikini bottom aside and pushed halfway into me, then all the way in as I dropped the rest of the way onto his gorgeous cock, whimpering as I did so. 

The hot afternoon sun bathed us as we coupled, me hanging onto the ladder and sucking his probe all the way in...then pulling off to repeat our glorious fusing. My perspiration, no, my sweat, began to drip down between my breasts, then down my back and sides, over my butt to run into my crack as Jack rammed me ceaselessly. I began to grunt like a rutting animal, "Unn-Nuh! Unn-Nuh! Unn-Nuh!" as he jammed himself up into me, delighting in the smacking sound of his sweaty, muscular loins as they slapped my fleshy bottom. And, just when I thought he'd cum, he slowed his rapid thrusts and began stirring me lewdly, wringing from me mewls that sounded like those of a whining bitch. 

I was delirious. I responded to his circular skewering by revolving my butt in a circle, helping him to titillate as much of my insides as he could. My fingers gripped the ladder harder until they lost all feeling from their tension, and his hands grew tighter on my hips as he swirled my cunt in an equatorial movement. My head tossed like that of a mad marionette which had lost its main string, and my carefully coifed, frosted hair lashed at my shoulders, becoming limp with sweat as it flew. "I-uuHH, nnn-uuHH, oo-uuHH, noo-uuHH," I grunted, trying to warn Jack of my impending orgasm, but it didn't matter. He was sweetly savage as he brought me to a climax with his heavenly screwing, continuing to probe deeply then stirring - even brushing my G spot - as we mated. Everything gelled in one moment - the hot sun, being outdoors, the divine feelings in my body, the image of my studly Jack, panting behind me - and I came as strongly as ever I had in my life. I tried to scream but couldn't, since I was breathless. Instead, I just released torrents of rasping, grunted emotion through my gritted teeth, as for minutes it seemed I thrashed through a white hot orgasm. 




Deirdre's Downfall Ch. 05



I was drained...and Jack hadn't cum. Turning around, I tried to kiss him, but he was undressing feverishly. In a matter of seconds he was naked and had stripped me of my bikini. His face was flushed and his breath gasped hoarsely through his open mouth. His blue eyes fixed me with a northern European fire redolent of some pagan Wagnerian god as he lifted my sweating body in his arms, lumbered a few steps, and lay on his back on the chaise lounge, holding me on top of him. My legs opened automatically as my sweaty breasts squashed against his chest. Then, with little guidance, my cunt swallowed his tumescent, veiny rod. Having just had a mind-blowing orgasm, I couldn't believe how phenomenally good he felt inside me. 

We'd entered a fuck zone, and in this position I was in charge. Even in the hot sun I shivered from a chill as my female power took over. Giving little forethought to my movements, I let my body launch its instinctive, sensuous crusade. I released it from its learned, rehearsed strictures and closed my eyes, smiling as we fucked as never before, first languidly...then faster, the only sounds coming from our slippery, slapping bodies and moaning, punctuated by the birds chirping in the lemon tree. 

Our easy movements became more frantic, with Jack meeting my persistent humping. Our eyes plumbed those of the other and our moist, shallow panting bathed one another in a vaporous lovers' mist in the hot sun. Our kisses were continuous, my saliva slobbering over Jack's upturned face, and we grunted deeply each time his cock struck my cervix. Once again I closed my eyes and - with a will - relaxed my internal muscles to dilate it for him. Slowing our lunges, and with some effort, I felt him enter my uterus and knew that I had him. My vagina then sucked at him...not plunging at all...just massaging his entire length, though with my clit scraping his pubic bone. He began to groan, "Oooo-ahh!...oooo-ahh!...oooo-ahh!" accompanied by my responsive "mmmms." I would cum with him, I thought. I would milk all of his cum from his beautiful tan balls and store it in myself for...for...myself. Though I'd felt this way before with him, it had never seemed so right that - with a bit of planning - I could have this man's child. I even flashed on a gorgeous blond baby,,,Jack's and mine...goo-gooing playfully...all a result of this afternoon's fucking. 

Jack then came, thrusting his powerful hips skyward and craning his neck to throw his head back, baring the ridges in his trachea and pulsing jugular through his tan skin. He thrust his lips into a pout and his mouth opened to a cavernous circle as he groaned mightily, "Oooooaaaaa, aaaah, nnnnnggh!" Then his heated seed burst into me, triggering my own climax. As I trembled, his hands gripped my butt and pushed me down even further onto him, jetting spurt after spurt into my uterus. I clung to his taut, muscular upper arms, quivering and mewling my joy. Then we relaxed, both seemingly aware that we'd crossed some barrier in our coupling as we nipped softly at one another. 

We lay enmeshed for the longest time, with him gradually getting soft. "Don't move, darling. Please stay in me," I plead, looking into his eyes. At that point, I heard the distant ringing of the front doorbell. Jack started to get up and I clutched at him, begging, "No! Please don't move. It's probably the neighbor boy about the yard work. He'll come back later. Just stay in me, okay?" 

"Okay, sweetie," Jack breathed, then he exclaimed, "Whew! Dee Dee, you are really extraordinary!"

I silently chalked a "1" on my imaginary tally board, convinced that our tryst had surpassed the one he'd had earlier in the day with his beautiful Chinese tailor. And, to cement my assumed victory, I said softly, "I love you, Jack."

Jack was relatively quiet for what was left of the afternoon. We look a loving shower, washing my stringy hair, and relaxed over a snack just at sundown. I tried to get him to stay the night, but he declined, saying it seemed "sneaky and cowardly," since Frank was in Phoenix. I couldn't imagine it being any more craven than what we'd done in the afternoon, but sensed that he needed some space, so we took a rain check, and talked about an overnight in the City the following week at his architectural convention. He said he'd call me that evening. When he left I realized that I could use the time beneficially. Maybe I'd do some reading.

Instead, reverting to a girlish, teenage custom, I decided to try on some new clothes, including an outfit I'd bought for the architectural convention Jack had invited me to, where he was to be the keynote speaker. I'd splurged and bought - though on sale! - a stunning black pinstripe outfit that had four pieces, skirt, pants, vest and jacket, all of lightweight wool and very tasteful...ideal for business occasions. The basics - skirt and jacket - were daring. The skirt was a mini and had a back zip. The two-button jacket had a deep-plunge neckline and satin shawl lapels that could be worn with or without a blouse. Its buttons were silver. The pants were straight-legged with a front zip. The vest was really cute. 

Imagining the day when Jack would be speaking at his convention, I fantasized, starting with my evening makeup, outlining my upper lids with a pearl color and lashes and brows with dark brown. A medium red lipstick, with gloss added, went on my lips after I'd shadowed my cheeks with a mix of blush and sorrel. I brushed and sprayed my frosted hair lightly. For earrings I chose an inexpensive costume pair of pearl and gold, which resembled spires on a Thai pagoda...a design I remember that Jack had said he liked. Then, I pulled on a pair of new black, thigh-high stockings...ever so sexy...and decided for tonight that I'd try my new black, boy-cut, crotchless panties that Jack had gotten for me. Oooh, I felt so wanton! Then, I pulled on my favorite under-wired black, lacy bra that makes the most of supporting my breasts without being intrusive to an observer. 

I was ready for my new suit! First I tried on the pants. They'd work in a pinch, I thought, if Mandy and I had to go to a dental convention, but - since that happened only once a year - I quickly pulled them off in favor of the skirt, since my mind was on Jack's presentation. The skirt looked great, from all angles, and made my round butt look smaller...something about which I've always been self-conscious. I tried on the vest and jacket. The vest seemed to push out the jacket in places I didn't like, but it was okay. I took off the jacket, still wearing the vest, and looked at myself in the mirror. The vest had a four button closure, very narrow shoulder straps, a sexy cutout back and, with the skirt, showed just a bit of my tummy. The upper swells of my breasts oozed over its scooped top. What to do for shoes? I wondered. I selected an old pair of black, cutout pumps with 4" heels that elevated me to an intolerably sexy height! Wow! I'm gonna' have a glass of wine to celebrate my new, powerful image, I told myself, wondering what Jack would think of my new outfit. 

Downstairs I turned on the kitchen radio to some soothing classical music and poured a glass of good Napa red. Mmmnn, you look good Deirdre! So sexy! I concluded, as I walked into the dining room and primped in front of the mirrored armoire, holding my glass. Then, the doorbell rang. Damn! That's probably Billy, I thought, and I forgot to change the fifty I had! Throwing open the door I said, "Bill...!" and my knees nearly buckled at the sight of Bruce, Frank's hideous boss who'd tried to attack me on Wednesday. He immediately stepped into the foyer, blocking the door with his 250 pound bulk, at which I shouted, "Bruce! I told you never to come here again!"

"Heh-heh, ohhh, you'll wanta' see me, Dee!" he leered. He cackled as he pushed into me, closing the door and locking the deadbolt. In his hand he held a stack of snapshots, the top one of which he thrust in my face. I gasped as I saw myself naked and with closed eyes, on top of Jack on the chaise, screwing down onto him as my ecstatically contorted face gaped open-mouthed toward the camera. My heart froze in my chest, and my lungs hurt as they struggled to regain air, so that all I could do was whimper and sob. Panicking, I turned and ran into the dining room, stopping at the table, unsure of what to do next.

"You filthy bastard!" I screamed. "Where did you get those?" I asked, disbelieving this sudden horror. 

"I was here this afternoon, baby," he uttered like a snake. "Saw ya' from around the side o' the house! I was just gonna' stop by to keep you company, since Frank's away, but you an' your boyfriend were occupied. I rang when you were finished!" he said gleefully. I flashed on the moment that Jack and I had been interrupted by the doorbell. Bruce chuckled as he drew near me and licked flecks of spittle from his chapped, spotted, purple lips, saying, "Lemme show you the others I got. Fuck, I should be a photographer...mmmm...see what the zoom lens does?" he grinned lasciviously. He showed me two pictures of Jack's cock plunging into me on the ladder, my face showing pure bliss with hair flying. I had a sudden urge to vomit, but squelched the impulse, and instead looked around for a weapon. There was nothing but a small vase with flowers on the sideboard, and Bruce had blocked my avenue of flight around this side of the table. He then laid out all of the many pictures...lewd reminders of the heavenly afternoon I'd had with Jack, murmuring his slimy approval as he did so. 

Trying not to lose it completely, I gasped, "What are you going to do with these?"

"Wellll, Dee," he said, the words slithering from his mouth, "If Frank or your folks see 'em, I'd say you're in trouble. Soooo, why don't we work out a tra-ade?" he asked, belching a sour, whiskey-soaked breath at me. 

"You can't be serious!" I spat, the blood rising in my face as my anger flashed at his implied lurid proposal.

"I'm deadly serious, baby," he drooled. "I've known for months you got sump'm special in your knickers an', to my surprise, you're givin' it away! I got the evidence right here!"

"I'd rather die than do...do..." I stammered.

"C'mon, little darlin'," he continued, "I know you're a hot little slut, an' if you don' do me then these shots'll be all over town. An' how 'bout the Internet! You could be famous! So, give ol' Brucie a li'l taste, wontcha'?" he wheedled. Changing his tone to menacing, he growled, "If you don't, I'm gonna' take me some," looking down at me threateningly. Then he grabbed for my arm, but I was too quick and ran around the table, sliding on the hardwood...thinking I'd run upstairs...to lock the bedroom door and call the police!

I climbed four steps and lost a heel on one of my shoes, grunting as my ankle turned, and Bruce caught me by one leg. "Nooooooo," I shrieked pitifully as I fell to my knees, the end of my screech a wrenching sob. "Pleeeeze don't," I plead, as he grunted, grabbing my other leg and placing a knee on my butt to press me down hard against the carpeted stairs. Then I panicked completely. I started screaming as loudly as I could and flailed my arms, trying to break free. Bruce had come prepared, however. He pulled a ball gag from his pocket and forced it into my small mouth, snapping the elastic restraint over my head. I could now only groan and mouth muffled protests.

"Yeah," he said to himself, pinioning my arms, as I continued my quiet anguish. He then looped tight, wide elastic bands twice around each wrist that were attached to metal cuffs. He closed the cuffs, one around one of the vertical wrought iron bars that cage the open side of the stairway from the living room, the other onto the bracket anchoring the iron safety rail to the wall on the opposite side of the stairs. I was spread as if on a crucifix. 

Bruce released the pressure on my butt and I struggled to keep him from kneeling between my legs, to no avail. Then he murmured lasciviously, "Mmmm, Dee. Ya' didn't have ta' get all dressed up for me!" as he tossed my shoes down into the living room and grabbed my breasts roughly from behind. "Mmmm, yeah, let's get a feel o' these puppies," he slobbered, slowly unbuttoning my vest so it hung open. Then he unclasped my bra in front as I screamed quietly in my gagged throat. He kneaded my pendulous breasts roughly as they swung heavily, like teats on a nursing she-wolf, pinching my nipples with his dry, chapped fingers as his breath quickened. "Goddamn girl! You got a tight little body!" he exclaimed, then whooped, "Whoa!" lifting my miniskirt to reveal my crotchless, black boy-cut panties. "Chee-rist, Dee, you come ready ta' fly don'tcha!" he chortled, as he poked me deeply with one rough, vile finger, at which I rent a silent scream while sobbing hysterically. I tried to prevent his crude entry by tightening myself inside, but failed, and was so frightened that I thought I'd faint, though I fought to retain consciousness. 

"Mmmm, fuck! Lookit' these fab-u-lous pins!" he muttered, stroking my legs that were covered by thigh-high stockings. He groped me from pussy to ankle, kneading my butt cheeks and leg muscles hard, as if they were bread dough. His huge, dry hands sounded like sandpaper against my lingerie as he whispered to himself, "Shit...shit...shit...shit," then, more loudly to me, "You're made for fuckin', sugar," echoing the passionate comment Jack had made to me earlier in the day. "Might as well relax and enjoy it," he chuckled, odiously.

I'd heard that astounding cliché so many times in my life. And regarding rape, I had no frame of reference. It had no possible rational meaning. Regardless, I wasn't about to give up...submit...or enjoy it. I would muster all of my strength from deep inside and...go down fighting! This animal would never have the satisfaction of knowing one whit of my response other than ferocious anger. And, I would hound him to his death afterward, stealing the pennies off his lifeless eyes, and heaping vengeful curses on him while I salted the soil on his grave.

Bruce knelt behind me and slowly licked my pussy through the slit in my panties. "Ah, shit! Fuck these!" he growled, ripping them from me and tossing them away as I issued muffled whines. He then speared my rectum with his tongue, gasping, "Mmmm, just the way I like it...a little taste o' shit...". My upraised butt quivered with adrenal-driven nervousness, and I began wondering when he would cease his torture...when he would get on with it!...when he would leave...so that I could exact my revenge!

My mouth was so dry, from fear and having been gagged. I longed for a cool drink of water, but that thought was interrupted as Bruce began gnawing at my pussy. I hadn't become wet. All the moisture was due to his incessant slobbering, though when he licked my clit there were involuntary, sensitive spasms. "Mmmm...tas' good...li'l guinea bitch," he muttered between tongue strokes. But he was abusive rather than gentle, and I took solace in thinking that I'd not respond sensually in any way. He labored for a long while, biting my tender inner lips as they protruded from inside, while he breathed long, deep breaths. It was then that I realized he was masturbating himself to erection. Sickened, I thought then that I'd try to hypnotize myself...though I don't know how. Perhaps if I said my old TM mantra, I thought...that might remove me from this awful unreality, and I silently began thinking it.

Bruce interrupted me by getting up and walking around to the living room on the open side of the stairs, jerking his prick. The hideous scarred shaft that he'd exposed to me Wednesday night shone bright red in the light as he beamed up at me. The huge wart on its top, just behind the corona, looked ominous. "This is the meat yer' gonna' get, baby!" he exulted. "You're gonna' remember ol' Brucie!" he predicted as he slowly ran his hand up and down the long, thick, ugly shaft. I shuddered, turned away, and squeaked a harmless peep into the gag.

Then Bruce returned to me. I heard the two bottom stairs creak, then heard his knees strike the third - heavily - as he positioned himself. He paused, teasing his cock against my inner lips to gauge the opening, then thrust into me roughly, at which I screamed a muffled "Nnnnnnnnnnnnn" into the gag as tears poured down my face. He sawed in and out of me, digging his scaly fingers into my smooth hips and butt, grunting like a pig as he struck my cervix time after time. I even felt the repulsive wart on top of his cock scraping my tender insides. I tried to separate myself from the act as it proceeded, to distance myself from his plundering, and was ashamed to discover that I'd moistened. No! I screamed inwardly. Give him nothing! No satisfaction! He continued to spear me relentlessly until I thought my entire lower body felt bloodless enough to leave me.

"Oh, yeah...goddamn...oh, yeah...baby...you should...see your cunt. It's so...tight!" he panted. "Ya' shave! Frank didn't tell me!" he bellowed, which made me freeze with horror, wondering what my husband had said about me. "Your li'l lips...are pullin' out...ta' kiss my cock!" he grunted. "Goddamn!" he cursed, as my struggling vagina tried its best to repel his driving rod. "Fuck! You should...see your...li'l pink asshole!" he boomed, gleefully, "It's winkin' at me!" Then, cackling, he thrust his right thumb into my rectum viciously, digging his nail into my tender colon and stirring it around to cause violent, piercing pain. My moaning protestations were now constant, as I wished that he would finish...that he would cum!...so I could be left alone. 

But he'd hardly begun. A finger joined his thumb in my anus, which he sawed in and out, in time with his cock plundering my pussy. My head thrashed back and forth from the pain, and I looked back over my shoulder to see a twisted, bestial grin on his face. His yellow teeth were clenched in a grimace as his loins smacked my bottom. Then he jammed a third finger into my ass. I pulled upright to the extent that I could, given the cuffs, and shrieked an awful, plaintive cry to God to remove me from this beast. Bruce just laughed, thinking that my plea was a sign of pleasure, and acted on it. "Like that, huh, sweet cheeks? Okay, try this!" and he withdrew everything from me for a second - cock and fingers; I was thankfully empty - but then he rammed his member into my sore, gaping asshole as far as it would go! I screamed, then fainted for how long I don't know. 

I came to as the phone rang. Forgetting my pain, I flashed, my God, it's Jack! and struggled fruitlessly. I collapsed on the stairs again as the phone continued for many rings. I was beaten, and now felt Bruce's entire heavy, sweating body on my back, crushing me and questing for release as he panted his foul breath in my ear while goring my ass. "Uuuhnnn, shit!" he swore, "Gotta' do sump'm else," and pulled from me. My anus apparently remained open, since I felt cold air in my backside as my sphincter struggled to close. 

He then walked up the stairs, above me, and lifted my body as if I were a doll, sliding the left cuff up its vertical iron stanchion, and slid his body under me with his ugly cock pointed up at my face. Dropping me, my head fell onto his naked, smelly loins and he pulled the gag from my mouth, saying, "Open up, Dee. Get a taste o' this rusty ol' barb!" I tearfully muttered No! as I shook my head and sobbed while closing my aching jaw, but he pushed his thumbs hard into my cheeks, scraping the skin with his nails, and I was forced to open my mouth again, this time as he rested it awkwardly atop his shiny, pulsating glans. I tasted waste from my colon on the head and retched bile and a splash of red wine onto his shaft, but he responded only by holding my head in both hands and forcing my stretched lips up and down his filthy rod. 




Deirdre's Downfall Ch. 05



My life had been shattered. I had been defeated. I had been taken in the crudest way by a loathsome man whom I'd already hated. I felt powerless and now longed only for the atrocious nightmare to end. I drooled copiously on him, since I had nothing left of my will, the slobber coursing down his cock and balls to soak into the carpeted stairs. My dangling earrings toyed with his stinking, tangled pubic hair on each wet plunge. The wart on his prick rasped repeatedly against my soft palate, causing me to gag. My interminable, noisy sucking seemed to last an eon, but gradually Bruce began climbing toward an orgasm. He slowly lifted me up to my knees, with my mouth still sucking him at his urgent, manual behest. I knew by now, of course, that he'd visit on me a final humiliation. He began stroking the portion of his cock that was outside my mouth, and...very slowly...started a low snarl that gained in volume to a feral bellow as he splashed two gouts of cum into my mouth, which I quickly expelled out over my lips. His cum tasted rank...like moldy, rotten eggs. Then, looking down at me, he sprayed my face from crown to chin, then gaspingly finished himself, wanking desperately as he spewed gray-green tracks of cum down my neck, then across my clavicle and tits to my sternum. "Eee-yuhhh," he gasped, "'Sa good nut...mmnnggh...mmnn. Good cum. Uuunhhhh...like it Dee?" he asked, quizzically, in all seriousness.

I responded by vomiting on the carpeted stairs. 

"Aww, Dee, look, ya' made an awful mess!" Bruce crooned, cackling to himself as he crawled from under me and fastened his pants. Then he unlocked the cuffs and I collapsed in a heap. Shockingly, as if he'd just sampled a batch of cookies I'd baked, he said, "You're a real good piece, baby. Jus' like sugar candy. An' you'll hear from me again!" At that he strode to the foyer, leaving my wretched, crumpled form on the stairs, unlocked the front door and opened it. Turning around, he tossed me the ultimate insult: "Oh, you can keep the pictures, I got lots more," he said, chuckling, and closed the door with a bang.

I was numb. I was too exhausted even to cry. My breath came in short, shallow gasps. I wanted to die. I slid down the stairs to the landing, and got slowly to my feet. Staggering to the door, I locked the deadbolt and extinguished the lights in the living room. With a couple of fingers on my sore rectum, I stumbled to the kitchen, bolted the back door, turned off the remaining lights, and returned to the living room. Moonlight shone mournfully in the front windows, casting an eerie, surreal, pale glow on the shadowed shapes of the furniture. I opened my purse for my cell phone and called the only person I thought I could.

The phone rang twice and Jack answered, "Hello," in his mellifluous tone. I couldn't speak, and he said again, "Hello! Who's this?"

"Oh-h-h," my voice fluttered, my heart beating out of my chest, "Uh-h-h...Ja...Ja...Jaaaack," I finally whimpered.

"Dee Dee! Is that you? I called and you didn't answer! What's wrong?" he asked. 

"Jaa-aa-aa-ckk...I...I've...buh-buh...Jaack...I've...buh-been...raaaped! RAAAPED!" I screamed, losing all control and dissolving into hysterics as deep sobs wracked my entire frame. I struggled to breathe as bawling overcame me and I fell onto one side on the floor, drawing my knees to my bosom. "Jaaacck. Jackieee. Oh, Gaaawd, Jackieeeee...puh-puh...please...help...m..." I gasped in a high squeak, trying to finish.

"Dee Dee!" Jack barked. "Lock the doors. I'll be there in fifteen minutes. Okay?"

"Oka..." I whispered. "Jaaack...I...love...you..." . In retrospect, I'm sure I said this with the hope that my horrific experience hadn't destroyed the thin emotional bond between us. 

"I know, sweetie. Just hang up now and I'll be right there! Don't do a thing!" he ordered.

I dropped the phone and huddled, sitting on the floor next to an armchair, holding my legs as I drew my knees to my chin. I saw nothing in the moonlit room, though my eyes were open. I heard nothing but the rush of blood in my ears. My body had gone into shock. All the physical pain was gone for the moment. I felt as if something in me had been murdered. 

There was a persistent ringing...then an incessant banging. I screamed aloud! Someone was trying the door! Whimpering, I quickly crawled away like some frightened animal, fleeing from the noise, and hid at the end of the sofa. Then I heard Jack calling: "Dee Dee! Dee Dee, it's me...Jack!"

I bawled, "Jaaack!" and scrambled on my knees to the door, ripping my nylons as I went. Still on my knees, my trembling hands finally unlatched the bolt and he was inside. Looking down at me from full height, he seemed omnipotent, and I collapsed against his legs, hugging them tightly, and began crying, crying, crying. I babbled nothings over and over, then, "I'm suh...suh...sorry, Jaaack. I didn't...muh, muh...mean to! I...cou...could...couldn't help...myself. He was...just... aWWW, JAAACK!" 

He was beside me now, kneeling on the floor, his arms around me and rocking me to and fro, murmuring soft "shhhs" to me and mopping my teary face. He kissed me sweetly and I recoiled - hating the touch - rasping a throaty objection, partly from knowing that Bruce's cum still caked my lips. Then he picked me up and carried me upstairs to the bathroom, sitting me on the toilet. The sudden bright light blinded me as I heard him draw a glass of water. He handed me a pill from a bottle he'd brought and softly said, "Here, sweetie, take this. It'll make you feel better." Then he drew a warm bath while removing the few clothes I still wore, ever so gently.

Jack bathed me, washing all of me in the most tender and fastidious manner. I grimaced when he touched my sensitive pussy and ass, even though he took great care in tending them. Whatever pill he had given me had worked immediately. I felt very pleasantly high...and waarrmmm, as he continually spoke to me in soft, low murmers. In my drugged condition I tearfully gave him a detailed, clinical description of Bruce's assault...almost as if I were seeing a movie of it in slow motion, over and over again. He washed my hair, removing the awful tracks of spunk that had knotted it, and I spoke of Bruce's thumb and fingers, his hideous warted cock, his sodomy, and the interminable, forced cocksucking. I also told him about Bruce's first attempt on Wednesday night. I described the cuffs, the ball gag, and then...my helplessness, once again dissolving into tears. 

"Baby, baby, baby, don't talk anymore," Jack purred. I looked up at him and saw that tears had welled in his loving blue eyes. He combed out my hair and helped me out of the tub, drying every inch of my sore body. We entered the bedroom and he held me closely, molding me to him, and whispered, "Do you have a nightgown?" I pointed to a drawer in my bedroom chest and he retrieved a long flannel one I use for Winter. He slipped it over my head and kissed me lightly on the lips.

Drawing back the covers, he helped me into bed, then turned out the lights. I heard him undressing and, in the moonlit gloom saw his hard, naked body slide next to me. He pulled me to him and I reveled in his warmth as my arms reached over his body. Just before my eyes closed I said, "I wish...oh...I'm glad...you feel...so good, Jack." Then I went to sleep.

It was still dark when I awoke in a panic! Jack wasn't there! I heard his low voice speaking to someone in the bathroom and got out of bed very unsteadily. He was speaking on his cell phone in harsh, clipped tones, sounding very unlike the Jack I knew. As I stood outside the slightly open door, I heard him say: "I don't care! I want it done! Now! You owe me! Later today's fine...the sooner the better! Let me know. Not this number!...the clean one! Alright!" Then he clicked off, and I tripped back to the bedroom to await him while he peed. When he climbed back into bed I ran my hand down to his groin and grasped his penis softly. A little drop of urine wet my thumb. I drew it to my mouth to lick the salty liquid and, nuzzling him, palmed his cock again as we both fell asleep.

I awoke with the sun well into the sky. Jack was downstairs and I heard kitchen noises. Descending the stairs, I looked around and discovered that he'd cleaned up the awful mess - my vomit - and had gathered all the clothing I'd worn the night before into a bag which, apparently, he was taking with him. The pictures were gone as well, I noted, somewhat disappointed but too embarrassed to mention it. I had wanted to look at them...to have for myself naughty reminders of Jack and I locked in carnal bliss. On the other hand, it was as if I'd awakened from a horrific nightmare, since he'd obliterated any evidence to make everything look as it had early yesterday. 

"Hey, bright eyes!" he said, greeting me heartily. "First a pill, then breakfast!" He handed me another of his pills and a glass of cold water, which I finished and refilled, drinking that too. I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him, murmuring in my throat, thankful that I'd brushed my teeth. Then, he started scrambling eggs and making toast and bacon. "Have a seat! This'll be ready in a minute," he said, brightly, handing me a glass of orange juice. As I watched him, I realized he was no stranger to a kitchen. His moves were practiced and decisive...but he was quiet this morning and appeared engrossed in deep thought. 

"What's in the pill, Jack?" I asked. "It really knocked me out."

"Uh, Percodan. Got it from your boss for my root canals. It's a pain killer really, but all that I had," he answered. "It'll keep your anxiety down until you can get something else."

"Thanks," I said. "I remember being...hysterical and...talking your ear off, but not much else. What'd we do?" I asked.

"Just slept, little one," he said, carefully avoiding any reference to the rape...my rape.

"Now, eat this and please listen," he said as he pushed a plate of yummy-looking eggs and bacon in front of me. "Today we're gonna' do a couple of things...but mostly rest. Tomorrow, you should take off work, see your doctor...for any diseases...and a counselor. Be very honest with 'em...I mean, about you and me. Then, we'll see."

"What about Frank, Jack?...or the police?" I asked, with trepidation.

"Much as I hate to say it, I know you don't want to tell Frank," he said. "And, the cops will only muck it up, smearing you and alienating you forever from your family because of Bruce's pictures. Just let me handle it."

"You? Handle it?" I asked, not understanding at all, as the Percodan had kicked in.

"Look, honey, if it were up to me, I'd tear out his heart and shit in the hole!" Jack flared, graphically. 

"But I..." I started to probe.

"Give it 24 hours, Dee Dee," he said, softly. "In the meantime, we start your remodel this week, and I want somebody around to protect you...someone you can trust. Is there a male neighbor...maybe somebody retired...who can watch over you?" he asked.

"Mmm, no," I answered. Then I thought for a moment and blurted, "Billy! He's home from college, I've known him since he was a kid, and he'd guard me to the death!" 

"How old is he?" Jack asked. 

"Nineteen! But he's big! Almost your size!" I gushed, picturing the tall, strapping young man.

"Good! Get him over here and I'll put him on the construction crew as a helper. That way he'll be getting paid for double duty," Jack said, sounding confident of the plan. "Now, get upstairs when you finish breakfast. Fix your hair and get dressed...blouse and pants. Okay, honey?"

With food in my aching stomach, I walked upstairs unsteadily, feeling the effects of the drug, and called Billy, asking him to come over in a half hour. I promised to pay him the money I owed from yesterday. I called downstairs, "Jack! Do you have twenty dollars? I owe Billy!" 

"Sure, babe!" he responded. I heard him again talking to someone on his cell phone.

I gave my hair a quick brush, applied a little makeup, donned blouse and pants over underwear, and went downstairs to hear Billy's knock. Boy! I thought, that Percodan sure distorts time!

Billy came in and met Jack, who had drafted a brief job description on my home computer, and it was all settled in 15 minutes. Billy was overjoyed at having gotten a job! "The hours are from 7 a.m. to whenever, Billy," Jack said. "These workmen are a little rough, and I want you to protect Deirdre from any unpleasantness while her husband and I are gone. Keep track of your hours, okay?"

"Sure thing, Mr. Taylor!" Billy exclaimed. "I'll bring my dog, Thor, too! He's pretty intimidating!"

"Good. You start tomorrow at 7. Here's my cell number if you need to call me," Jack said, giving him a card, whereupon the young man left.

"Okay, Dee Dee, you probably need to rest," Jack said. "I've got a lot of work to do on the plans. I'll stay 'til tomorrow morning, to be with you and get the work started. I'll park in your garage." 

I felt so relieved. In my weakened state, Jack was taking charge. I didn't know what the future would bring, but had a haunting fear of Frank's return tomorrow. I'd stored years of resentments away like heirlooms, and was afraid that they'd spill out like a foul lava. Then I felt a pang in my tummy, and walked toward Jack. Snaking my arms around his waist I looked up at him, wanting to ask him to sun with me in the backyard - to bleach out the poisons - and murmured, "God, I wish you'd stayed last evening...". 

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Deirdre's Downfall Ch. 06



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"Suck it, Dee!" growled my husband, Frank, as I knelt on the low, plastic-cushioned bench in front of the cock that stuck through the wall in the large gloryhole booth. I'd removed the parka and sunglasses that I'd worn to the odious place and he was forcing me to put my mouth around a huge, anonymous black prick that stood erect and pulsing before my pale face. Frank had also stripped the halter top from me, leaving my naked breasts to hang free, and was panting as Corky – the blonde slut whom in earlier days I'd assumed was his boss's girlfriend – throated his cock. 

I looked at the video monitor on the wall through my drug-veiled eyes, and saw a frightened woman's face...my own. It was framed by my newly-dyed dark brown hair, pulled to the back of my head in a twist, which I'd had done just that morning while Frank had been out of town. The face looked quite different from the Dee I'd known for years. My mouth opened and closed like a fish gasping in agony while I whimpered, frightened by my husband and sickened by my plight, as my tongue flicked my pink lips, reluctantly preparing themselves to engulf the second alien male member forced on me in the past 48 hours. Because of my recurring panic attacks during that time, I'd popped Percodan – a painkiller – every few hours to still their physical symptoms.

With my face in line with the hole in the wall, my drugged mind prompted me for a moment to study the object in front of me. The cock was slightly longer and thicker than that of my lover, Jack. Its color was a dark, chocolate brown from the base to the circumcision scar, where the color changed to a mottled purple and pink, as if the infantile operation might have been performed recently. Its head was larger around than a golf ball, of an attractive, violet hue, and appeared carved from dark, blemishless mahogany. It pulsed, indicating the slow heartbeat or voluntary muscle clenchings of the man attached to it. Its deeply set opening was graced by a drop of clear liquid, seeming to anticipate a tongue to lick it off. On top of the shaft was a very thick, quarter-inch wide, blood-filled vein that ran its full length to the spongy head. The entire thing moved up and down rhythmically, as if it were a flagpole on the side of a building being buffeted by a strong wind. 

I heard the man on the other side of the wall groan something about "yo' mouf'" as Frank cursed, "Damnit, Dee, I said suck it!" and reached over Corky's bobbing head to shove my face onto the ebony shaft 'til it struck my epiglottis. Fighting my gag reflex, I ran my tongue slowly around the head – that's about all I could manage – as my Percodan-laced mind took refuge in wandering back over the past weekend... . 

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My rape on Saturday night had left me shattered. It seemed as if my past life had little meaning. The few previous heady days when I'd felt so confident in asserting myself to my husband had evaporated with the brutal assault perpetrated by his boss, Bruce, on Saturday night while Frank had been in Phoenix. Worse yet, I feared that the wall of resentment that Frank and I had constructed between ourselves over nearly ten years of marriage would only get stronger...more impenetrable.

I now realized my part in building that wall, thereby defending myself against all men whom, at base, I feared. With Frank, I'd assumed the role of the passive wife, so typical of women of Italian lineage, and had deluded myself into thinking that I was persevering...that I was the binding force that had kept together the family unit. Even though we were "equals" in modern American parlance – financially, educationally, and otherwise – I'd consistently been a failure, in terms of both will and imagination. Unfortunately, we had gone beyond the point of forgiving and moving on. It now seemed too late.

My deep-seated frustration, repressed to a ridiculous extent by my family's teachings, had been neatly sealed over by years of self-denial in addition to fear. A prime example of this was Frank's infertility, which in recent years had spurred my biological clock, stimulating it to speed itself up...sending repeated alarms to my body to have a family. Subconsciously, probably, that was the reason I'd begun my torrid love affair with Jack Taylor, the dashing, 40-year-old home designer who now represented the only hope I had to salvage the wreckage of my existence. It was he who had been there for me in the aftermath of the incident – my rape, though I still couldn't admit it had been real – and had taken charge of the therapeutic details required in its aftermath. Now, it was to him that I looked for continuing emotional and physical care...unfortunately, a dim and unrealistic prospect.

Jack had stayed with me after the rape until Monday morning, both to apply a soothing balm to my emotional wounds and to commence the lengthy remodel project on our house that was just beginning. Then he'd left. Frank wouldn't be home from Phoenix until evening. He was still unaware of Bruce's assault, and would remain so, I'd guiltily vowed. And, I had doctors to see. I'd also decided to ask my boss, the dentist Dr. Neil McCarthy, for the week off, pleading that I'd be too busy overseeing the remodeling. So, I'd gone to the dental office where I work and gotten permission for the vacation time I needed and, while there, had stolen a handful of Percodan tablets from the pharmaceutical cabinet. The drug, which Jack had given me, had saved me since Saturday night, numbing me to memories of the horror, and had provided a nice, fuzzy sense of comfort, though completely altering my perception as I'd moved through Sunday. While I was at the office, my work mate, Mandy, had cornered me and set up a Wednesday afternoon date for lunch..."and whatever"...since, normally, she has Wednesdays off. I didn't tell Mandy about my rape. 

I did, however, tell my gynecologist, a woman in the same complex as our dental office. She fully understood my not calling the police, but didn't necessarily approve of it. She examined me and took some samples for lab work, and referred me to a rape crisis counselor in the same building. I went to that woman and we had a long first session, making another appointment for the following week. 

Driving home, I felt an overpowering desire to change something about myself. Something fundamental. Something that might help eliminate the frightening, flashing images of Saturday night's assault as they recurred in my mind. I wanted to rid myself of the old Deirdre. In a strange sense, I despised her. On impulse, I called my beautician, who had a spare two hours open before lunch...to trim and dye my hair. I wanted to go back to my original color. I'd had enough of the expensive frosted blonde and copper highlights and suburban housewife hairdo that had required constant attention. Suddenly, I wanted to look like what I was...an attractive, 32-year-old Italian-American woman who had a lot of life yet to live. 

I arrived home after noon with my hair its natural tint: a rich, dark brown, with auburn highlights. This way, when it grew out – I wanted it to be long – the roots wouldn't show. As I walked into the house I was shocked to see walls torn out and plastic sheeting covering everything, including furniture, some of which had been stored in a room that was not being remodeled. All of the construction crew was in the backyard, eating lunch, and Billy – the strapping, 19-year-old son of our neighbor whom Jack had hired as a helper and my "protector" – was patrolling the site with his Great Dane, Thor. Billy saw me and waved through the kitchen window. I took my second Percodan of the day and opened the back door. "Want some lunch, Billy?" I called.

"Sure, Deirdre, thanks!" he responded enthusiastically, flashing the beguiling grin that seemed perpetually on his face. "Wow! You look super hot!" he exclaimed. "What'd you do to your hair?"

"Oh, just had a dye job," I said, beginning to fix sandwiches. "Going back to my original color. Got tired of the old style after...what?...seven years." 

"Jeeze, it's awesome! You look like you're my age!" he gushed.

I looked at him quickly and blushed, "Ohh, Billy!" though I was secretly pleased that my new look projected a younger image...a pre-raped Dee.

"No, really, Deirdre! God! When you 'n' Frank first moved here, when I was...oh, ten...I thought you were the prettiest lady I'd ever seen!" he confessed. "An' you looked just like you do now!"

I stopped spreading tuna and looked at Billy. Two days ago I'd noticed how tall and muscular he'd become, with his tan male flesh in abundance. Then he was wearing a tank top and cargo shorts. Today he was shirtless, wearing tighter shorts, and his smooth, hairless body showed the definition of well-developed, chiseled pectorals above a taut, six-pack tummy. His unblemished shoulders supported long, supple arms that flared healthily into biceps, triceps, quadriceps...and all the other "ceps" that make a young man of his age look so yummy. I wondered, in a very private part of myself, whether he'd ever held a girl in those arms. 

"Did you really? Uhh...think I was so pretty?" I asked, feeling a telltale, trembling feeling in my tummy, as I resumed making sandwiches.

"Oh, yeah! I remember watching your house from my bedroom window, hoping to get a glimpse of you...uhh...when you went out," he said, suddenly embarrassed.

"Oh, Billy, you big flirt!" I admonished. "I'm almost as old as your mother! Here, eat your sandwiches. Is a Coke okay?" He took his lunch plate to the breakfast nook, carefully trying not to step on one of his shoelaces that had come untied.

"Yes, thanks," he said, demolishing half a sandwich in three bites. Then, chuckling and chewing until he swallowed, he said, "When I was in high school all the guys teased me about you bein' my girlfriend!" he offered, innocently. "I just told 'em, 'You guys are crazy! You should see her tall, dark an' handsome husband!' How's Frank doin', by the way? Haven't seen him in, like, forever."

"Oh, he's okay," I said, "And you're taller than he is now. He's out of town, but'll be back tonight."

"Guess that's why Mr. Taylor wanted me to watch out for you," he said. "Great guy, Mr. Taylor. All the workers like him."

"Yeahhh. He's a prince," I said softly, my mind wandering languidly to Jack. Then I realized how hard the Percodan had hit me. I was high!

"Hey, thanks for lunch, Deirdre," Billy said. "Gots to get back to work, an' make sure Thor doesn't poop on your lawn!" He stood and took two steps, only to trip on his loose shoelace and come crashing into me. As he pitched forward, the arm and hand holding his empty plate went straight over my left shoulder. That shoulder ended up in his armpit, with me looking up at him, our faces just inches apart. I felt a choking, smothering sensation, since his left hand had come down, quite innocently, to perfectly cup my right breast. For a micro-second our eyes met as our bodies were pressed together, and he blurted, "Ah, shit! Oh...sorry, Deirdre! Gawd, I'm reeaallly sorry! Jeeze, I'm so clumsy!" he almost whined, blushing bright pink through his tan.

"Oh, don't worry about it, Billy!" I poo-pooed, feeling faint yet trying to ease his embarrassment. "And, stop calling me Deirdre! My friends call me Dee!" I said, calming a wicked impulse that had suddenly streaked through me.

"Okay, Dee," he said, still embarrassed. "Uhh, this afternoon...if you wanta' take a nap or something, we'll stay out of the upstairs. There's lots to do down here," he said, exiting through the back door. The male smell he'd left on my shoulder was still rich in my nostrils.

I watched him join the workmen and, in a minute, he was flashing his delightful Billy grin and carrying junk materials to the dumpster out in front. I felt light-headed as if my blood sugar were down. Grabbing a banana, I ate it and watched my reflection in a small wall mirror. This is ridiculous, I told myself, unconvincingly, and mounted the stairs to the bathroom...to masturbate. 

Is it possible this drug is making me horny? I wondered, as my fingers slowly rubbed my vulva while sitting on the toilet. Though still sensitive, there was no residual pain from Saturday night, and I grabbed a hairbrush with a nice, curved handle to put in myself. I daydreamed...Jack, Jack, Jack...as I slowly cycled the handle deeply in and out of my vagina. After a while I left it inside while I strummed my clit, which proved stimulating yet unsatisfying. If the drug were making me horny, it was also desensitizing me. Usually very quick to cum...at least with Jack...I merely felt dull throbs that didn't promise anything close to what I'd recently come to know as an orgasm. Frustrated, I began flicking my clit hard, then pulled out the brush so that it clattered to the tile floor. 

I stood up, facing the window that looked down into the backyard, and grasped the towel rack for support as I stroked myself. Through my squinting eyes I saw Billy walk toward the lemon tree at the rear of the property. Looking around to see if anyone was watching – the workers were all out front – he moved around it and unbuttoned his shorts to pee. The numb, tingling feeling soon hit me as I rubbed myself faster, harder...and whimpered quietly as he took his long, fleshy penis out – he wasn't wearing underwear – and pointed it at the base of the tree. He played a clear, rushing stream of urine at the trunk and pulled on his cock a couple of times, stretching it out and making it slightly harder, and continued to piss. I then felt what I'd come upstairs for – rolling shards of an impending orgasm – and stuck two fingers inside myself, rubbing my clit with the soft inner knuckle of one. 

Then Billy did what I secretly wanted. He looked around very carefully and began to stroke the full length of his penis. It took only a half-minute for him to become delightfully hard. I looked at the young Adonis, all tanned and sweaty, fisting his beautiful, long, young cock with practiced movements of his right arm and hand, and perversely hoped that he was picturing me in his mind as he jerked off. Two minutes later his entire body tensed and leg muscles knotted as he leaned back in a long curve and, with head thrust back, arced onto the tree trunk several, long, looping strings of thick, white cum. I responded to the compelling sight by cumming myself. Assuming almost the same posture as Billy, I threw back my head and mewled and grunted through a very long orgasm, made so partially by the fact that I was trying to remain quiet. I whimpered and gasped gritty screams through clenched teeth for what seemed like forever, as I humped my very tired hand. Feeling spent, I looked down into the yard and Billy was gone. I was pleasantly light- headed, from my drug as well as the voyeuristic climax, and felt it was time for a nap.

Before lying down I sat at my dresser, slowly brushing my newly dyed brunette locks and pulling them back into a twist. As I looked in the mirror, my eyes shifted to our bedroom window. Through it I saw the second-story window on the house across the street and down a ways that was owned by Billy's parents. It was his bedroom window, I knew. My God! I thought. Each night for nine years I've sat at this dresser, nude from the waist up, rubbing lotion on my bare shoulders, arms, and breasts before retiring. And I've never closed the curtains, preferring instead to let the cool night air play over my body. Billy's probably been able to watch my naked reflection in the mirror all that time! I realized. Was that what he meant when he said he'd been teased about me being his "girl friend?" I wondered. Normally I would have been upset, having felt violated. Today, however, stoked on painkillers, it hardly mattered as I lay down on the bed to fall asleep. 

I awoke with a dull drug hangover. I took another Percodan to get high again, knowing I'd need a buffer when Frank walked in from his three-day trip, and started dinner. I turned on my beloved classical music as I puttered. The workers had all left, and Billy was "guarding" me while playing with his dog, Thor, in the front yard. After a while I heard Frank's voice on the porch, saying goodbye to Billy, then heard the front door slam after he'd entered. He stopped in the kitchen doorway and gave me the most hateful, contemptuous look I'd ever seen. He walked slowly to the radio and turned off my classical music, as he'd done a thousand times over the years, then wheeled around to face me. 

"Have a good weekend?" he asked, not really wanting an answer. "Huh?" he shouted, grabbing my arm in a vice-like grip to spin me around against the refrigerator. He'd touched me before in anger, and it always had made me fearful. "Fuck-ing our arch-i-tect?" he bellowed in a measured fashion. Then he reached into his suit pocket and withdrew a stack of pictures, which he threw at me. I gripped the edge of the sink and stared at the graphic images of Jack and me fucking in the backyard that had scattered on the floor. "Bruce left these in my office yesterday, before he got robbed and mugged!" Frank said. 

"Bruce got robbed?...and mugged?" I asked, haltingly, my mind remembering Jack saying to wait 24 hours for my situation to right itself.

"Yeah, poor guy," he muttered. "But that's not why I'm pissed off!" he yelled. Then he strode to me and slapped me in the face hard, four times, with the palm and back of his hand. My cheeks stung from the blows. "You slut! An' after that feminist bullshit you gave me the other night about your new 'rules'! Well, sweetheart, here's my new rule! I'm gonna' have some say about who gets into that snatch of yours!" he growled, "...starting right now!"

"Fra...what...do you...mean?" I asked, quaveringly, fearing the worst. 

He raised his hand to strike me again, then changed his mind. "I should beat the shit outta' you, Dee," he threatened. "Instead, what we're gonna' do is have what used to be called 'an open marriage'," he said. "Otherwise, I'll go to your folks with the pictures and blow your whole cover. I just bet your whole family'd be overjoyed to know their little Dee is a whore!" he said, menacingly. 

I sank to the floor submissively, weeping softly as I mindlessly sifted through the scattered pictures. The moment of my life's unraveling had arrived. First, Frank's boss had raped me, using these snapshots of Jack and me as an excuse, and now Frank was using them to exact revenge and inject into our troubled marriage something that sounded terribly tawdry. 

"But Frank," I said, whining a plea for forgiveness. "Bruce...Bruce raped me!" I whimpered, sobbing as the injustice of it all hit me.

"Yeah?" Frank questioned. Then, with his dark eyes revealing the seething hatred and lack of empathy reminiscent of a Spanish Inquisitorial judge, he said, "Well, you've been leadin' him on for months! If he did, you probably deserved it!" 

I couldn't believe that my husband of almost ten years believed this...speaking to me...the woman who'd looked after him all those years... . 

"Get off the floor an' turn off the stove, slut! I'm not hungry! We're goin' out! Get upstairs an' change," he ordered. "Put on that schoolgirl miniskirt you've got...an' a halter top! Just wear tennis shoes...an' no panties!" Then he stopped to look closer at me. "Jeezus, you changed your hair! Did you do that for him?" he asked, cruelly, I thought, since my motive had been not to please Jack but to replace my old image – which I now hated – with a new one. "Leave your hair back," he cackled. "It makes you look like you're eighteen! The guy's'll love it!"




Deirdre's Downfall Ch. 06



"Where are we going?" I asked as I got up unsteadily, dulled by the situation and the Percodan I'd taken.

"The gloryholes, bitch! I'm gonna' call Corky right now and we'll meet her there!" he said in a conniving way, referring to the trollop – Bruce's putative girlfriend – whom he'd doubtless been fucking for...for how long now? Why did I have to be punished by her, too? I wondered, dreamily. 

As I walked past him, he kicked me viciously in the butt, but, thankfully, it glanced off, only numbing one cheek. I mounted the stairs as if walking to an execution chamber. Again feeling beaten and powerless, I did as Frank had dictated. I donned my pleated, red plaid miniskirt that comes to mid-thigh and a white halter top that lifts my full breasts like those of a teen. Frank knew very well how he wanted me to look. I'd shaved my pussy that morning and was reminded of it by the cool draft that I felt when putting on my sneakers. I hated not wearing some kind of underwear, I thought, not thinking at all of what I'd be doing. Grabbing a light blue nylon parka and a pair of large, round sunglasses to hide as much of my face as I could, I walked downstairs.

Frank had doffed his coat and tie and put on a windbreaker. We got into his car and I listened dreamily to him as we drove to our sleazy destination. As he had said, apparently Bruce had stashed an envelope of the incriminating photos of Jack and me in his desk on Sunday morning. Then, when Bruce had returned home, several men had beaten him horribly and stolen all of his home theatre, computer, and photographic equipment, as well as all tapes, disks, and photos. My dulled mind went to Jack again. I was stunned that he might be a part of Bruce's punishment.

We parked in a large lot behind a low, concrete building, with red neon signs advertising adult books. I tied my parka hood snugly around my head and donned my sunglasses. "Good, Corky's already here," Frank said, pointing to a sleek, red imported car and dragging me roughly into the building by one arm. 

Inside, Corky was talking with a tattooed gentleman behind the counter who said, "Hey, Frank!" I was only a little surprised that the man knew him by his first name. "Who's this?" he asked, referring to me, as I hung my head shyly, trying to hide my face. Corky glanced at me briefly and forced a saccharine smile. Frank introduced me as Dee. "Uhh...I'll need some ID, Frank. She looks awful young." Frank grabbed my purse and pulled out my driver's license. The man pulled off my sunglasses and said, "Loosen your parka, sweet thing. We're all friends here!" as he smiled to show crooked, yellow teeth. "Mmmm, wow...32 years old. Coulda' fooled me! Go right on in. Plush Room, right, Frank?!"

"You got it! An' burn us a disk will ya'?" Frank requested, as he crossed the man's palm with a fifty dollar bill. "Are any of the guys here?"

"Uhh, Zack and Ramon are around somewhere," the man said.

"Great! Send 'em on back!" Frank exulted, obviously pleased at the news. 

Walking down a dimly lit corridor, Corky's arm was linked with Frank's, and she squeaked, "Oooh, Frankie, this is so-o-o cool!" as she tossed her black-rooted, platinum hair, giggled and popped her chewing gum. I followed them dumbly into a small, brightly lit room about the size of two handicapped stalls in a restroom. At the back it had a toilet. Above that were two video monitors set into the wall. Below them was a sign that read: IF YOU WRITE ON THE WALLS YOU WILL BE FINED. In the upper right corner near the ceiling was a video camera, which was matched by another in the opposite corner. On each side, about six inches off the floor, was a narrow bench covered with a plastic cushion. On both side walls were a few four-inch holes at various heights which had plastic liners around their edges. In the center of the tile floor was a chromed drain. Though clean, the room was hardly plush, I observed. Frank pulled off my parka and halter top, which caused my pink nipples to harden in the cool air. He hung my garments on a hook on the door. They've thought of everything, I thought, ruefully. The cameras were on now and someone, somewhere, was shifting their depth of field from close up, to mid-range, to long shot. I watched myself in the monitor, modestly covering my naked breasts with my arms. 

At that moment the stiff black cock was pushed through the wall, which made me gasp. Frank pushed me to my knees on to the low bench below it. When he brutally shoved my mouth onto the prick's unyielding hardness, I returned from my long, drugged daydream about the weekend from hell.

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I sucked the large head of the black cock with no enthusiasm, almost hoping Frank wouldn't notice. It was too large to get into my throat in any case, so I just slobbered all over it, sending rivulets of saliva to pool on the bench below. "Use your hand, Dee!" Frank gasped, as Corky sped up her noisy engulfing of my husband's prick. Very slowly, I placed my fingers around as much of the cock as I could and began to stroke the exposed portion from where it protruded from the wall to my lips. Its skin was very soft – just like Jack's, I mused – and I began pumping my hand faster. After a few seconds I thought, dreamily: This is ridiculous. How boring! I mean, sucking a disembodied cock without knowing to whom it belonged, without seeing the pleasure that I'm creating. Then I turned my head slightly to the left and up to see a close-up of my oval, olive-complexioned face on one of the monitors, with my pink lips stretched around the glans of the fleshy instrument, my tongue occasionally flicking out to encircle its glistening head.

I looked good, and didn't look bored at all! I observed, focusing on my sucking mouth for a drug-hazed moment. Then I was suddenly and lustily encouraged by the lewd gutter-speak of the man on the other side of the wall. "Ooh, baby...suck my...big black...dick, baby. Yeah! Thas' it! Pull on it! Yeah! Lemme fuck yo'...face...slut! Take big Zack's...meat, baby. Ya' li'l white slut! Mmm...ooh...yeah...jus' like that!" Though sickened at his urging, I guiltily felt a flush of pride in knowing that I could pleasure a man whom I'd never met...who didn't know me! I thought of really getting into it by reaching under my skirt – to rub my pantiless pussy – but decided against it, since I didn't want Frank and Corky to see me enjoying myself by masturbating. 

As if they cared. Corky was flailing away at herself under her red, vinyl miniskirt, and Frank was lost to her unrelenting sucking movements. I took quick note, as I watched his pale white cock fusing with her face on the other monitor, that he'd never lasted this long when we'd been in our marriage bed. But, what did I know? Only that I wanted this bizarre interlude to end...so I could get home, then back to my sweet Jack. At that moment Frank came, growling loudly as he plunged balls-deep into Corky's clasping mouth, and she responded by groaning out an orgasm of her own, all the while gulping my husband's load down her gullet. Nary a drop escaped her lips. I watched all of this on their monitor, hesitated a moment, then resumed my wanking and sucking of – what was his name? Zack?...yes – Zack's cock. From that point on, my concentration was fixed on my video image. I hardly noticed when Zack's thighs began bumping against the thin wall like a triphammer, driving his cockhead in and out of my small mouth. Finally, a first burst of cum splashed onto my tongue, which I let dribble down my chin onto my chest, and I pulled my lips off the spasming head to finish him with my hand. Another white rope splashed onto my right cheek as I watched the monitor, and I pulled the shaft down, jerking on it continually as it spewed its contents on my breasts like the nozzle on a garden hose. My mouth tasted of warm raw yeast as I gagged and nearly puked. 

"Whew! Goddamn, Dee! You looked really hot doin' that! What a fuckin' whore!" Frank exclaimed, tossing me a rare compliment, albeit back handed. Zack's cock had disappeared, and I heard him groaning on the other side of the wall. I looked down at my breasts, lewdly laced with tracks of thick spunk, and started to get up. Frank reached over, grinning wickedly, and said, "Unh-uh, Dee. Zack's not finished yet. We call him 'The Repeater'!" Whatever that meant, I was about to learn, because after a moment the same erect cock pushed through the hole. It was just as uncompromisingly rigid as it had been minutes before. "Now you're gonna' fuck it, Dee!" Frank said, evilly. "Help her, Corky! She doesn't know what to do!" he said to his sluttish blonde mate, heaping another insult on me by denigrating my efforts. I wondered in my foggy brain if it was possible to dislike my contemptible husband as much as I did at this moment. 

Corky rose and turned me around, helping me to step on the low bench. I smelled Frank's cum on her breath just before she bent me over at the waist to lean against her left hip. She pulled my plaid, schoolgirl skirt up to lay it on my back. She then reached back to palm my round, tanned buttocks – one of them now bruised from Frank's misplaced kick – showing bright red nails clutching each of my cheeks, and spread them open as I watched the monitor in fascination. She pushed me back toward Zack's pulsating firmness, stopping as I watched the monitor, just before the inverted vee of my inner lips touched its throbbing head. My sensitive pussy felt the heat it exuded from a half-inch away. Then Corky guided the tip to my opening, which was wet, eliminating my concern about potential pain, and pushed me slowly back onto the cock. 

It entered easily, giving me a warm, full feeling, and I pushed myself further onto it until it touched my cervix. Then we – Corky and I – pulled off of it, stopping just as the coronal ridge parted my clutching pink lips. With my right hand I grasped the toilet paper roll on the wall and wrapped my left arm around Corky's right hip for leverage. Then, with her help, I began fucking the anonymous black cock, alternately filling and emptying myself, as if I were using a large, fleshy dildo. But that image didn't last long.

Corky's red nails started to claw lightly at the skin on my butt, and I realized that Frank had mounted her from behind, since I glanced up at their monitor next to my own. His penis was lodged in her rectum! I was surprised at my husband's newly found recuperative powers, since in my experience he had usually fallen asleep after a single orgasm. Corky began to keen and croon his name, and for a moment I felt silly, being an unlikely witness to their adulterous coupling. Then I looked at the video image of my own carnal activity. 

Zack was now withdrawing fully and pushing into me with deep, sure strokes. The contrast of his large, chocolate member plunging in and out of my pinkness was unquestionably erotic, I thought, in my hazy brain. The very thick vein on top of his cock seemed bursting with blood as it caught the bright ambient light of the room. My juices had slickened him and seemingly painted his member a very shiny color, almost black-brown. Each time he withdrew, or I pulled off of him, his bulbous glans would draw out the clasping lining of my cunt which acted as if it were strangling his most precious organ. My puckered pink rectum also flexed each time we fused, opening ever so slightly as if peeking at very close range at something forbidden and taboo. The image was amazingly sexy...lurid...dirty. An acidic taste rose in the back of my throat that I immediately identified with pure lust, though it could have been due to the drugs I'd taken since Saturday.

Regardless, I knew that I would cum. I stopped straining to back up against Zack's prick, just holding myself still, and let him do the work. Though still clutching my buttocks, Corky was rising to an orgasm of her own, as Frank had switched orifices and now pummeled her cunt from behind, his eyes lasciviously fixed on both monitors. I reached between my legs to flick at my clit, now hard and protruding from its hood. It took only 30 seconds of strumming for me to get off, which seemed to have a domino effect on all participants. 

Both of my companions stiffened, as Frank howled with joy and stiffly pumped his infertile juice into the squealing Corky. I grunted gruffly, for about a minute, as my legs trembled and began to tingle from loss of blood. Then Zack began moaning, at which point I pulled off him. Well, I didn't want him to cum inside me! He splashed two gouts of cum on my back, which angered the debilitated Frank, who reached over to jam me back onto the black cock. Zack then continued to spew spunk just inside my inner lips. Determined to repel the spasming prick, I'd tightened my vagina severely on the inside and, as a result, on the monitor it looked as if it had filled my entire tunnel to overflowing with its load. The remainder spooged out around the embedded cock head. It reminded me of a stallion I'd seen mating with a mare on a childhood friend's farm as we'd watched, shocked and giggling in wonderment.

Though because of my masturbated orgasm I'd gained some enjoyment from this encounter, I was relieved that a second forced series of sexual acts in the past 48 hours was over, or so it seemed. 

As I wiped the cum dripping down my inner thighs, I heard Corky gasp and looked up to see a large, brown, fleshy orb push through a hole on the opposite wall. Soon, a second, identical one joined it and I realized it was a huge scrotum! Then, I was appalled to see a thick, brown penis being pushed through above the testicles. The balls were the size of large lemons, and the cock must have been ten inches long in its flaccid state. It was uncircumcised, and the foreskin was puckered tightly around a burgeoning glans. "Oooh, God, it's Ramon!" Corky marveled, when the thing twitched and swung slightly as it began filling with blood. She seemed to be intimately familiar with all of the local anatomies. 

"Get to work, Dee! You won't forget this one!" Frank said, gleefully.

I was disgusted at Frank's sick, vengeful encouragement. After all, I was the purveyor of pleasure here! Then, I thought, why not rub his nose in it? Why not take the offensive and leave him with a stark, visual memory of my sensual expertise? I'd show him, I told myself. If he wanted a show, I'd give it to him, and never again would I feel inadequate in his eyes. Casting a daggered look at both him and Corky, I dropped to my knees and lifted the second anonymous cock of the evening to my mouth. In both of my hands it felt like a warm animal, perhaps like a newborn, bald and sightless ferret. Its brown color soon changed to a lighter tan as it became erect. I stroked back the foreskin and was met with a musky smell I'd not encountered before. Under the foreskin and surrounding the head was a light yellow substance that resembled cream cheese. I licked it and savored a strong, tangy taste that had obviously been caused by infrequent bathing. Swallowing, my gag reflex caused me to retch slightly. Smegma! That's what this is! I thought, remembering my college physiology class. Well, I won't give Frank the satisfaction of knowing that I'm repulsed, I vowed, as I took the end of the growing tube into my mouth as far as it would go.

My mind and mouth were consciously programmed as I sucked Ramon. As with Zack, I moved to and fro very little, since my mouth and throat are so small as to preclude anything more than just sucking a bit more than a glans. 

But my hands were very busy. They looked beautiful in the monitor as I held my dainty fingers straight up and moved my palms to slide the voluminous cockskin back and forth along its length. Then I gripped its length with curled fingers, drooling on it, which caused low moans on the other side of the wall as I slid the skin to and fro. 

This was just another disembodied cock, another striving male member to bring to a climax after which I'd deal with its copious, messy product, I thought. However, I was doing this for show, and I did have an audience to please. I also had Frank to torture, I thought, vindictively. I forced a smile and mewled little moans of pleasure as I licked along the cock's sides and underneath, hearing with delight the panting grunts on the other side of the wall. 

"Ah, Si...Si...chica...ooh...suck me...leetle...white girl," Ramon droned. Then, out of curiosity, I wondered if I could bring him off roughly. I started scraping my teeth on his tender head then, bathing it in pools of dripping saliva, returned to scrape him again. I looked directly into the proper video camera, which showed me almost chewing on the cock close up, and smiled, which brought muffled hoots and applause from another room. I then realized that I was being watched elsewhere by any number of voyeuristic onlookers!

Spurred on by the presence of my larger audience, I began rapid-fire thrusts onto Ramon's glans. My saliva flew everywhere, bubbling down my chin onto my breasts and pooling on the plastic bench cushion. I pulled up my skirt so the camera could glimpse the fingers of one hand flailing at my messily soaked, shaven pussy and it caused a breathy groan from Corky, who'd been transfixed at the sight of my energetic, cylindrical mouthings. I moaned constantly, deeply in my throat, finding that it helped me to breathe uninterruptedly. And, quickly, Ramon was there, crying, "Si!, Si!, Si!," as he thrust one final time into my flying clenched fist and a single, thin rope of cum arced out to land on my dark brown hair, scurrying down over my nose to my upper lip.

I looked at the TV monitor on my right, and a close up of my face showed Ramon's uncircumcised cockhead erupting white cum into my mouth. My pink lips pursed around it lightly as I grasped the tan shaft daintily with the olive fingers of my right hand, my perfect white nails contrasting beautifully with the blue-green veins underlying the skin of his cock. My eyes were nearly closed, yet showed a bit of their brown irises through the slits. They rapturously telegraphed my vengeful delight to Frank, and – I assumed – the watchers of the big screens in the adjoining theatre, of the pleasure I'd found in sucking off the anonymous, moaning Latino on the other side of the wall. Though I'd swallowed much of his copious load, the unrelenting eye of the video camera captured a glob of white cum pooled in the reservoir of my distended lower lip, which had leaked over to split into three narrow streams that coursed down my chin onto my waiting, naked breasts. From another room, through the thin wall at the back of the booth, I heard boisterous shouts of approval and applause.

Frank was silent and stood off to the side as I wiped the semen from my face and torso with toilet paper. Corky, at least, was somewhat helpful, catching spots that I'd missed, as if suddenly she'd discovered a new respect for me. I'd had enough, though, I thought determinedly, casting a contemptuous look at Frank. I donned my halter top and windbreaker, put on my sunglasses, and walked down the corridor to the building's main room. As I emerged into the bright light, at least twenty men burst into applause and shouted words of praise. The tattooed man behind the counter was effusive. "Dee, sweet thaaang," he greeted. "You're always welcome here! No charge, baby!" Then he raised his voice to a bellow, addressing the assembled men, "Barely legal Dee, gentlemen! You saw her here first!" Who knows what he'd told them about my age? I wondered. He then said to me intimately, "Here, darlin'...a coupla' gifts that you might be able to use!" handing me a plastic bag which I thought it best to open later. 

I felt as if I were a stage celebrity, entering a restaurant after giving an especially moving performance. Smiling broadly, I looked behind myself to see Frank and Corky, shuffling along, as if they were part of a young, teeny bopper rock queen's entourage. I hardly looked 18 as my little plaid miniskirt whispered around my smooth, tanned thighs, my sexy legs drawing hot stares from the crowd as I walked. I swept out the front door, feeling the gentle though purposeful hand strokes of my horny admirers, and hearing their licentious murmurs of adulation. On exiting, I flicked the hem of my miniskirt, showing them a round, firm, olive butt cheek.




Deirdre's Downfall Ch. 06



Corky waved goodbye in the parking lot and Frank and I drove home. He said not a word about what had transpired, apparently cowed by the praise I'd received. Instead, he recounted the grisly details of Bruce's mugging. The perpetrators had crushed three fingers on his right hand...the thumb and first two fingers. Those were the fingers that he'd used to plunder my rectum during my rape! I flashed, horrified. Bruce's muggers had also smashed his groin, which had resulted in one testicle having to be removed, with the other being hopelessly damaged. For good measure, the rest of his body had been badly beaten. By this time, my Percodan high had worn off and left me only with wanting more, as I fully realized that my lover, Jack, had exacted extreme revenge for my rape...in a frighteningly immediate, expeditious, and efficient way. I shuddered at the depth of pent-up rage that could result in such clinically precise violence, and was thankful Bruce's tongue hadn't been cut out. 

At home I popped another pill immediately, as Frank went upstairs and packed two bags, one for suits and the other for underwear and furnishings. "Let that be a lesson, Dee," he yelled from the bedroom, though not really convincingly. "There'll be more, you slimy bitch!" he warned. "Right now I'm gonna' take off for a coupla' days...maybe more. I'll call an' tell you when I'm comin' home. Gotta' get my head straight," he said, very subdued. He descended the stairs and I just waved my fingers at him soundlessly as he apparently waited for a tearful goodbye. Then, he left. 



I gathered up the pictures of Jack and me that still littered the kitchen floor, hiding them. I called Jack and told him Frank and I had gone out. I thought that maybe I'd explain the details when I saw him in the morning. On the other hand, I was very fearful that Jack would hurt Frank...perhaps maiming him horribly for what had transpired with Zack and Ramon. Before I gargled, brushed my teeth, and showered to clean the evening's trash from my body, I emptied the bag given me at the adult bookstore. In it was a CD of our gloryhole performances, which apparently Frank had forgotten about, and two dildos, one of flexible plastic and encircled with deep ribs, the other a harder plastic thing that I'd have to show to Mandy. She'd know what it was for, I thought, unaware that it was a large butt plug.

I noted, with irony, that Frank had left behind the CD that he'd requested be recorded of the gloryhole show. I would play it tomorrow and then decide whether to tell Jack about the evening. After all, if Frank and Corky were on the disk, I'd have proof of his philandering, giving me a trump card should he try to blackmail me with my folks. 

I was relieved to have slept alone that night, since I took to bed one of my new gifts, the deeply ribbed dildo that – after hammering myself to a shattering orgasm on clean sheets – I laughingly nicknamed after Billy's dog, Thor.

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Deirdre's Downfall Ch. 07



In previous chapters Dee has descended from a faithful wife to a dissolute slut. Here she wrestles with two addictions: one to painkilling drugs and the other to sex itself. Reading earlier chapters helps. As always, please vote and send constructive feedback. 

"Dee Dee! Dee Dee!" I heard dimly through my half-asleep consciousness. It was Jack, and I reached over to stroke his penis. My hand closed instead on the dildo given me the night before by the adult bookstore owner. Blackmailing me with pictures of Jack and me making love, my husband, Frank, had forced me to engage in some frightfully obscene, exhibitionist acts at that establishment's "gloryhole." Then he'd brought me home and left for a few days, "to get his head straight," he'd said. Awake now, though still groggy from my continuing diet of painkilling drugs, I realized that my lover was climbing the stairs. I quickly stashed the dildo, encrusted with my dried juices, under my pillow. "Hey, sweetness! I let myself in," Jack said. "Gotta' get the crew started at seven." "The crew" were Hispanic workers led by a Russian foreman, Sergei, who were doing our house remodel, which had been designed by Jack and was now being managed by him. I looked at the bedside clock. It was 6:30 a.m.

"Mmm, Jack," I said, sleepily, "C'mere an' spend a few minutes with me," I pleaded, stretching my arms out to him and wanting his hard body. The weekend had been horrific. I'd been raped on Saturday night by Frank's boss, Bruce, had told my husband about it, and he hadn't cared. Bruce had given Frank pictures of Jack and me fucking in the backyard, hence my husband's sadistic gloryhole punishment. Jack and I hadn't made love since before the attack on Saturday night, and last evening's exhibitionist experience – in retrospect – had been doubly upsetting since Frank had been unsympathetic to my news about the rape. Beyond that, my drug-addled body itched to feel the glorious, familiar joy that Jack could evoke in me. He could make me feel whole again, I hoped. I was naked under the sheets and let the covers slip below my breasts to entice him.

"Oh-ho-ho-ho, babe, don't get me started!" he said. "If Sergei and those Hispanic guys, and especially your neighbor, Billy-boy, find out we're playmates, there goes my authoritative image!" he said, explaining the rationale behind a college course in management practice in one sentence. "Welll..." he hesitated, "maybe just one hug," he grinned, and lay down next to me, whereupon I yelped and stripped the covers from between us, gripping one of his powerful thighs between my legs and hunching against him a few times. One of my hands on the back of his head brought his mouth to mine and I kissed him, thrusting my icky morning tongue into his sweet mouth, in which I could taste the residue of toothpaste or mouthwash. His smoothly shaven face had been splashed with an after shave that transported me. I had to have him, and quickly unbuckled and unzipped his jeans to grasp his cock, which throbbed in response to my caresses. "Ohhh, sweetie, we don't have time," Jack groaned, weakening.

"Yes we do!" I gasped as I wheeled around and assumed a "69" position. "Come on!" I grunted, straddling his tan face. Though I'd showered and cleaned myself thoroughly before going to bed, after the whole bizarre gloryhole experience I was still mindful of the cum that had been sprayed into me by another man – the black man, Zack – the night before. Other than Frank, no man except Jack had ever cum inside me. Regardless, when Jack's tongue touched inside my inner lips, I forgot any grotesque images and possible reluctance. 

"Mmm, yer' goo-ud," Jack mumbled between licks. "You mas'ur-bay'udh when you went to bed," he giggled, slurping the thick morning juices from my splayed pussy. I just moaned agreement and, forcing my tongue to the bottom of my mouth, tried as best I could to throat him, as I guiltily wondered whether I should tell him about the previous evening. I decided against it, since Bruce had met with a brutal "accident" – most likely engineered by Jack, I'd deduced – and I didn't want my husband to be hurt physically, regardless of my anger and contempt for him.

This was the first sexual contact between Jack and me since my rape. Since then, he'd very gently and considerately catered to all of my possible needs, the sexual ones not really becoming apparent until the night before. But this morning I was on fire! I looked consciously at the clock: 6:40! and continued sucking his long, thick cock. This is how I'd fantasized the beginning of each day that he'd be managing the remodel project. I would demonstrate to him my love, and keep him thinking about me all day as he went about other business.

Then I remembered again that he'd somehow arranged for my rapist, Bruce, to be horribly punished, and shivered as I pictured that odious, now-broken man convalescing in a hospital bed. I thrust aside the image this time, though, telling myself that he'd deserved whatever punishment he'd gotten, and resumed my focus on Jack's cock. I took as much of him as I could, nestling his spongy head at the back of my mouth and swallowing, moaning as I did so and hoping to coax a quick, tasty load from his scrotum. And his marvelous mouth was feathering me softly, already sending rapid, tingling waves to my center.

We worked quickly, as time was short, and both of us began climbing toward a delightful, simultaneous peak. I'd just felt the first shard of white heat flash into my pussy when the doorbell rang. Jack groaned and shifted, which prompted me to plunge my mouth back down on him and grind my pelvis against his chin, then the bell rang again! I was just going over the top when Jack suddenly pulled out from under me to clamber to his feet, hastily zipping his jeans. "Noooo!" I cried, curling myself into the fetal position and grasping my sopping pussy with both hands, as the orgasm faded. I was crestfallen as Jack bounded down the stairs to open the door to the cheery voice of Billy, the 19-year-old neighbor boy whom Jack had hired as a combination construction helper and bodyguard, and who – incidentally – had also told me recently that he'd had a crush on me since he'd been a kid. 

"Hey, Mr. Taylor!" I heard distantly. "I'm a little early. Saw you drive up. Did I wake Deirdre?" Billy asked. I felt as if a huge, aching hole had been dug in the pit of my stomach.

"She's asleep, Billy," Jack answered. "Let's go in the kitchen and have coffee. I can't spend much time here for the next few days, so I wanta' explain what we've gotta' do." 

"But I'm just the helper, Mr. Taylor!" Billy said modestly.

"Yeah, I know. Okay, I'll wait 'til Sergei and the guys get here..." Jack responded. Their conversation trailed off as they entered the kitchen.

Minutes later I came downstairs. I'd brushed my teeth, hastily combed through my hair, and thrown on an old, long, pale blue flannel bathrobe that I wear when I'm sick. I popped a Percodan and mumbled a good morning. I was in a foul mood and looked it...every bit the frumpy, care-worn housewife. Leaving the two to their "man talk," I plopped down in the breakfast nook to read the morning paper. The doorbell rang again – it was Sergei and his Mexican crew – and my two protectors went outside to do their thing.

God! I thought on reflection. What a self-centered bitch! Here are two wonderful, loyal guys who have proven their devotion to you and all you can do is growl at them. Maybe you should take some "uppers" rather than all this Percodan, I daydreamed to myself. Then I realized that the real reason I was bitchy was the fact that I was incredibly horny. That little taste upstairs had just whetted my appetite and my hormones were raging! Maybe I can get Jack to stay a while! I thought, hopefully. If he leaves I'm going to get out those pictures of us...maybe watch last night's gloryhole CD...and masturbate myself into oblivion! I pledged.

Jack came back in at 7:30. I'd finished breakfast. He was contrite about our earlier interrupted passion, and informed me – at which I started to respond in a panic – that he'd only be around for a short while the next two mornings. But he calmed me by saying that Billy would watch over me, and that we'd be attending his architectural show later in the week...something I'd looked forward to. I received his news with a deep, yearning hunger, and held him for the longest time, trying to draw some of his warm essence into my body through my bathrobe. It didn't work. After he left I took a shower and washed my hair, which made me feel better, but I was grumpy and cursed a few times – a new habit, by the way – as I groggily bumped into furniture, this a result of my growing intake of Percodan.

I'd put on a pair of cutoff jeans and a starched, blue chambray work shirt – the perfect casual wear for around the house. I tied the shirttail in a knot under my breasts, baring my smooth olive tummy and lower back. I spent a lot of time on my makeup and hair, experimenting so that my facial highlights matched perfectly my newly dyed dark tresses. Then I decided to be productive. I accessed the office e-mail and answered those that required it, then deleted the spam on my home address. I read the breaking CNN news reports and made coffee...just to get some energy. I retrieved the dirty pictures that Bruce had snapped of Jack and me. God, they were hot! I thought, as I studied each to the most minute detail. My hand wandered into my cutoffs, slowly pushing inside the elastic on my panties, and I began to actuate my masturbation plan of earlier in the morning. It was now about 10 a.m. and the workers were busy with their noisy tasks. So noisy were they, in fact, that the screeches and grinding of power saws, accompanied by loud music tuned to a Mexican station, intruded on my masturbatory reverie. I barked, "Shit!" and flounced upstairs to get the CD that had been burned of my exploits the previous night in the gloryhole booth. While upstairs, I took another Percodan to counteract the effects of the coffee.

I watched the CD on my computer and found it arousing...but almost funny. Yes, Frank and Corky's frantic coupling were memorialized on it and I looked at Corky, suddenly feeling a sadness for her. She's really quite attractive, I thought, but has cheapened her nice, natural features with trashy makeup, bargain basement hair dye, shoddy jewelry, and slutty clothing. I surmised that something might have happened in her life to turn her into a tawdry caricature of what formerly might have been a pretty, innocent young woman. Frank was another story. I hardly knew him anymore, and shunned thoughts of our respective cruelties...which only made me more grumpy...though I did think to myself, cunningly, that I'd hold onto the lewd CD, showing him and Corky fucking, as evidence if he ever tried to tattle on me to my family. 

My portion of the CD was also interesting...particularly of me fellating Ramon. What a ham! I thought, as I saw myself playing to the camera. Fully cognizant that I'd had an audience, I'd done the scene like a porn actress, something that made me suddenly aware that I might have an exhibitionist streak somewhere in my Italian-American soul. I tried masturbating again at the lewd sucking images but it only made me drowsy...very...very...sleepy... .

I was awakened by Billy shaking my shoulder gently. "Dee! Deirdre!" he whispered, "I rang the bell but ya' didn't answer. I got worried so I came in. It's lunch time! Can I have a sandwich?" he asked. His tall, muscular body was dressed in its usual uniform of shorts and tennis shoes.

"Oh! Billy!" I said, alarmed, and thanked the Lord the computer had switched to the screen saver. My right hand was asleep, having been stuck down the front of my cutoffs, since I'd dozed off while stroking my clit. I quickly pulled it out and switched off the monitor, looking up at Billy, who returned my glance with a penetrating gaze that indicated far more knowledge of human foibles than one might expect of a youth of 19. "Of course, let's have some lunch!" I said, and jumped to my feet – too quickly – as I staggered back into him in a half faint. He caught me under the arms and I fell against him, resting on his welcoming, hard body as I gasped, "God! Sorry! Almost fainted! Not feeling myself!" Without saying a word, Billy stood me up straight and I walked ahead of him to the kitchen...conscious of his eyes on the strip of flesh below my tied shirt as well as my butt that seemed to be twitching in my cutoffs.

Billy ate quickly and left for outside, hesitating at the door to say, "If you don't feel well this afternoon, Dee, gimme a shout an' I'll come in an' wipe your feverish brow, okay? I do it for Mom all the time!" he stated, grinning broadly. I thanked him and quickly pulled the lurid disk from the computer, stashing it and Bruce's dirty pictures in one of the 125 shoe boxes in my dressing closet, one I use for hiding money, jewelry, and other private, personal things. I then lay down in the bedroom and got some real sleep.

At about 3:45 I awoke and it was quiet outside. The workers had gone, leaving only Billy and his dog, Thor, to keep watch, according to Jack's instructions. Still on the bed, I groaned and reached inside my cutoffs again...anything to relieve the pressure that had grown in my tummy since early morning. I couldn't even get a twinge of excitement from rubbing my clit. I moaned loudly and lay on my back, a couple of cold tears running down into my ears. I grabbed a pillow and put it over my face and screamed into it until I had to stop for breath. Another panic attack! Should I take a pill? I wondered. No, I told myself, that won't help. Coffee? No, that'll only make me shake.

Just go downstairs and listen to some music! That'll calm you! Yes! Frank's not here to turn it off, as he always does! I descended the stairs and saw Billy on the front lawn, teasing Thor with a stick. As my eyes swept over his lean, muscular body I hesitated one second, then knew what I'd do...and no amount of guilt – now or later – would prevent it. I slowly opened the door and asked in a soft voice, "Billy, uuhmm...could you come in and...keep me company?" Very calculatingly, I decided, I'm going to seduce this young man. 

"Sure, Deirdre, uhh, Dee! Can I have a Coke?" he asked. Thor followed him inside.

I crooked a beckoning finger to him over my shoulder so he'd follow me into the kitchen. As he sipped his Coke we made small talk about the remodel project and I made myself a drink. A strong vodka and orange juice would give me a buzz, I thought, since I wanted to wait a while before I took the next Percodan. Then, standing with my back to the sink, as Billy sat eight feet away in the nook with Thor at his feet, I cut to the chase.

"Mmmm, yesterday you said that you'd watched me over the years, Billy," I said. "Was it from your bedroom window?...At night?" I questioned.

"Uhh...yeah...," he said in almost a whisper, looking down at his hands as the color rose in his face. His right knee started that quick, nervous, up and down tremor that boys and young men exhibit when their right-angled legs are braced on the balls of their feet.

"Did you see me naked?" I asked, softly. Deeply in his throat he uttered a constricted groan. "Did you like seeing me naked? What did you do?" I pressed, lasciviously, wanting to hear his youthful confession. 

He shifted in his seat and looked up at me, turning his Coke can slowly in both large hands. "I...uuhhh...awww, Deirdre...uuh, Dee!" he caught himself, "It's too embarrassing!" he blushed, looking toward the door as if wanting to flee. Hesitating, and in almost a whisper, he gasped, "I thought you were the most beautiful lady I'd ever seen! I still do!"

Sipping my drink and feeling the effects of the vodka warming me, I asked, "Did you touch yourself, Billy? Did you masturbate? Did you jack off when you watched me?" I probed, lewdly, remembering the majestic sight of him cumming against the tree in my backyard the day before. 

"Nnnn-Gawwd, Dee!" he moaned, "Whaddaya' want from me? Well...yeah! I admit it! I watched you with my Dad's binoculars and jerked myself crazy...for years!" he admitted, seeming to relieve a lifetime of guilt in having said it. 

"When did you stop being a peeping Tom that way?" I asked, quietly, satisfied that we'd had a breakthrough, as would any concerned, understanding therapist.

"Two nights ago," he whispered. "Just before I started the job here."

"Well," I said, putting down my nearly finished drink and placing my hands beside my hips as I leaned against the counter. The vodka had done its job and I felt that my ears were red, with the blood thrumming in them. "C'mere, Billy," I said. He looked up at me as if I were going to strike him for having been so impudent...so immoral. "I said, come here," with some force in my voice and beckoning with one hand. He put down his Coke and stood to full height. God! he was gorgeous...what a ripped body! I thought, drinking in his hairless, tanned muscles laced with thick, blue-green veins. He stood in front of me, nervous and breathing heavily, as I scanned the firm, chiseled planes of his Anglo face, at the bottom of which his full lips were parted to reveal perfect young white teeth. I reached out and touched one of his pectorals, fluttering my fingers across it, which caused an audible groan to escape from him. His skin exuded moist heat against my fingertips. "Mmmm, Billy...would you...please...hold me?" I asked, mewling the question in my throat and looking up at him.

He stepped forward, slowly, and awkwardly surrounded me with his arms...and I grasped him around his taut waist, pressing my full breasts against his tight abdomen. I closed my eyes, lay my head against his chest, and sighed. He was extremely tense, and I felt his knees trembling as we embraced. "This is a whole lot better than your fantasy, hmmm, honey?" I murmured, turning my face toward him and licking softly – twice – the sweaty crease above his sternum. His salty taste rekindled the fires in me that had been banked so cruelly in the morning and I clasped one of his thighs between my legs so that he could feel my heat. He gasped at my tongue's contact with his chest and moaned, craning his head skyward as he did so. "Like the way I feel, Billy?" I whispered, again turning my face up to his. "Hmmm? Like the way I smell? Hmmm? You wanna' kiss me, Billy? Sure you do. Kiss me...now, Billy...please...," I requested. 

His lips were like satin...and I wasted no time in opening my mouth fully to probe him with my tongue. Ohh, Jack, I thought privately to my absent lover...I'm going to fuck this young man...a mere boy compared to you...but... . God! I thought, still speaking in my mind to Jack, is this how you feel – like Billy does now – when your beautiful Chinese tailor makes a move on you? A lyric from an ancient sixties song – older than I am – ran through my brain: If you can't be with the one you love, then love the one you're with...love the one you're with. This seeming justification wasn't needed, though, since I felt Billy becoming erect in his shorts as I continued to tongue his sweet mouth. Any second thoughts were quickly forgotten as our lungs began laboring and his hands stroked first the bare flesh of my midriff, then the full mounds of my aching breasts, with my nipples chafing against the harsh fabric of a new bra. I reached down and lightly traced the bulge in his shorts with my fingernails. Pulling my face from his I gasped, "Mmmm, you wanna' fuck? Hmmm? Wanna' fuck me now, sweetie? Hmmm? I wantcha' to fuck me, Billy!" I emphasized, breathing into his face.

We broke apart and I rasped, "Lock the front door!" as I flipped the bolt on the back one. Then we walked quickly upstairs with me leading Billy by the hand, my hips swaying sexily and feeling his eyes on them as we went. In the bedroom I stripped to bra and panties as he doffed his sneakers and shorts. Mmm, again, no underwear, I noticed. I told him to lie on the bed as I removed my bra and panties, which he did while trying to hide his erect penis with a pillow. I must confess that the sight of his stiff cock didn't move me as much as I thought it would, since I'd seen it yesterday when he'd jerked off. Also, the whole gloryhole experience the night before, highlighted by two anonymous pricks, had rendered me less sensitive to the sight of strange male members than I would have been merely a few days ago. No, I was interested in Billy's whole body. It reminded me so much of Jack's, though Billy's is over twenty years younger. I was also interested in teasing this young man today, unmercifully, and in demonstrating my power over the sleazy, masculine impulse that for years had made him a drooling, secretive voyeur, masturbating at the distant, mirrored nude image of me in the darkness of his neighboring room. And, somewhere in my drugged brain I took note that my lifelong fear of men seemed to disappear when I was a little high...when I could take control. 




Deirdre's Downfall Ch. 07



I stood at the foot of the bed, cupping my firm breasts with both hands, and asked, "Is this what you saw all those years, Billy? Hmmm? Nice, huh! 34Cs," I teased, tweaking my pink nipples hard for him. "Mmmm, your big hands are gonna' squeeze 'em, then you're gonna' suck 'em an' make me all hot!" I hissed, as he groaned and rolled onto one side. "An' look at this!" I said, lifting one leg to plant my foot on the bed and splay open my shaven cunt, stroking it with two fingers. "You're gonna' fuck my pussy...so hard! You're gonna' put your big dick in me an' fill me up with your cum, huh!" I muttered, salaciously. "Show me what you did when you watched me through my bedroom window, Billy! Yeah...yeah...jack off for me! Ooh, that's it!" I murmured, parting my cunt lips with two fingers and tormenting the poor boy beyond wit's end as his hand slid compliantly up and down his shaft. Thor had followed us upstairs and now boldly pushed a wet nose into my butt, snorting loudly, as if wanting us to get on with the show. Responding to his moist hint, I climbed onto the bed, straddling the Great Dane's young master and feeling the delight of that first flash of heat as the skins of two naked, horny bodies slide against one another for the first time. 

I sat on Billy's upper thighs, slowly jacking his cock from base to tip, which was oozing clear liquid. "Mmmm, Billy, you're so big! You wanna' cum in me?" I cooed, smiling, rubbing his cock head inside my dripping inner lips and pulling it out to fist him with my juices. He began whining, wheedling, begging without words, for completion. "You've gotta' tell me what you want, Billy! An' call me 'Dee Dee' when we're fucking, 'cos I like that," I whispered, immediately making him a surrogate for Jack. "C'mon, Billy! Call me Dee Dee!" I rasped, gruffly, leaning down to squash my breasts on his chest and jerk his cock roughly with my hand. 

"Aaaangghhh! Dee Dee!" he groaned, and began squirting long ropes of cum onto his belly as I pulled on him. "Dee Dee!...Dee Dee!...Dee Dee!" he cried as his navel filled with his virile liquid. "Gawwd! Oh, shit! Sorry...Dee Dee!" he whimpered, as his load dribbled down off one hip to the sheets.

"S'okay, sweetie. Dee Dee wants to taste ya'!" I said, leaning down and opening my lips to scoop as much of his clear, white seed into my mouth as I could. He tasted so fresh...so young. And, his cock hadn't gone down. "Mmmm, Billy...you may be quick...but, ooh, you're all ready for me again!" I beamed, marveling at his youthful stamina. 

I pulled him atop me, delighting in his heavy weight, which he tried to lighten by remaining propped on his elbows. I hunched at him desperately, leaking juice all over his thighs, and, finally, my pussy made contact with his glans. Pulling my cum-soaked tongue from his sweet mouth and clutching at his back, I groaned in his ear, "Ooohh, Billy, fuck me now. Just fuck me...please!" I grasped his thick cock and placed it inside my swollen lips, and he took my breath away by ramming it into my sopping vagina. I spread my legs widely, lifting my knees high, and he groaned as he slammed into me to my cervix. I know I was smiling ecstatically, with closed eyes, as I very slowly moved against him, grinding my clit against his pubic bone. After two dozen such movements he came again, crying softly in my ear as his big body shuddered to release another torrent of hot, youthful cum, this time deeply inside me. "Oooh, baby...you're so fast!" I gasped, holding him still against my flattened breasts.

"Aww, Gawwd, Dee Dee!" he whined, "I'm so sorry! This is like a dream to me! All those years of seein' you an'...an' now I'm here...an' with you...an'...an'...I just can't help it".

"Ssshh, sweetie," I whispered. We've got lotsa' time. Nobody's gonna' be here for hours! If at all! Now, wait a sec an' I'll help you," I murmured, sliding out from under him and rolling him over onto his back. I slipped my hand around his sloppy cock, which was still half-erect, and jacked him for a few moments, using his cum as lubricant. Ah, youth! I thought, as his shaft responded immediately to my strokes. I looked at its unblemished perfection. Almost the length and thickness of Jack's, I mused, as my fist slid up to grasp the head, again getting red from its diet of healthy blood. Then I dropped my open mouth to the glans and breathed on it hotly, looking up into Billy's eyes wantonly as my tongue slid around the corona. He moaned, closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and thrashed his head back and forth fitfully as I mouthed him wetly as far as I could go. He groaned deeply as I withdrew, sliding my lips over the head, and beside the bed Thor lifted his noble, black head from his paws and pricked his ears to check on his master. 

"Oh, yeah," I crooned, as he began flexing his hips to drive further into my mouth. "You taste good, Billy," I murmured flatteringly while flicking my tongue around him. "An' now I'm gonna' take all of you," I warned, as I straddled his hips and poised the angry, flared cock head in my opening. "Uuungghh," I grunted, as I sat on him, again admitting him to my cervix. I then lay on him so that we could kiss and I could grind myself against him as we fucked. This did it for both of us. I soon began feeling the hot beginning waves of a climax that soon flashed through me fully, and paralyzed me for a moment, while Billy spewed yet another hot load, again far up into me. "Thas' more like it," I whimpered, kissing the sweet boy's face as he lay there as if in a trance. 

I returned from downstairs, having gotten another Coke for Billy and another Screwdriver for me. I told him, "Better watch that dog. Downstairs just now he licked me a few times in a very private place." Billy just giggled and grabbed me, now seeming very familiar with our intimacy.

"God, I'm stoked, Dee!" he said. "I've loved you for ten years and now, an'...an' I just can't believe that we're...you know...we're...".

"Fucking?" I asked. "Oh, Billy. Sweet, sweet Billy. Listen to me. Baby...please don't confuse this with love. I know I sound awfully hard and insensitive, but...I'm much older than you and...right now I need your company. I need your body, honey. I'm having, you know, a little...uhh, marriage trouble. I hope that'll end soon. In the meantime, this is our secret and nobody else is to know. If anyone finds out, it'll end immediately. At best, it'll last only as long as I allow it to. Understand?" I obviously wasn't going to tell him about my love for Jack, or the details about Frank, yet I wanted to set the ground rules for my domineering, lascivious use of this darling young stud. And with that I put both our drinks on the bedside table and got on my knees next to him. 

With my head on the bed next to his, I breathed what must have been boozy breath into his face, smiled wantonly, and said, slightly humorously but definitely obscenely, "Now...do me like a daawg, okay, big boy?!" Ever compliant, I've learned since, the tanned young man grinned, knelt behind me and – within seconds – slid into me easily and began drilling me deeply, with indefatigable resolve, as I moaned, whimpered, and howled my delight. Thor took more than a passing interest in the entire carnal proceeding. 

Billy stayed into the evening. I cooked him a quick dinner and, after he'd called his folks to say he'd be home late, we fucked savagely in the kitchen, in the dining room on the table with me screeching for more, and covered with soap while showering. His phenomenal stamina seemed finally to be flagging as I summoned him again to the bedroom, where we enjoyed a slow, easy coupling. My body had never before absorbed so much semen in one day's time.

I slept well on Tuesday night. 

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Wednesday morning I was a wreck, hung over from painkillers and booze, as well as fucking. After a shower, my hands shook as I applied makeup and my eyes were puffy. I felt guilty about having used Billy so boldly to satisfy my lusty needs. But I did feel sated, physically...at least for the moment. However, today I'd be having a long lunch with Mandy, my work mate from the office, and needed to straighten myself out before seeing her. I'd decided to tell her everything that had happened in the past few days, since I trusted her and no person other than myself knew of all that had transpired. 

Billy and the other workers had been busy for three hours downstairs, so I stayed upstairs after repelling Billy's early morning horny advances. He'd arrived just after dawn, awakened me, and had wanted to take up where we'd left off the night before. But I'd plead fatigue and gone back to sleep, halfheartedly assuring him of a future tryst. Jack called and inquired as to the state of the project's progress...and I told him I missed him, which I truly did. Lonely for him and...just to ease into the day, I took a Percodan, read some articles, and listened to classical music before dressing. 

Mandy had said to dress casually. We'd be going to a women's club to which she belonged. For underwear I put on a new silver thong that Jack had given me, and a white, push-up bra with clasps in front. For a skirt I chose a dark brown denim mini, scattered with copper rivets. For a top I selected a lightweight, cream satin bomber jacket...a cute little front zip number I'd picked up on sale that works as a blouse or wrap. It set off my olive skin nicely and, even with lots of makeup and newly dyed hair, today I needed all the help I could get from my clothing. Forget about stockings, I thought. Instead, I donned dark brown, suede lace-up boots that are nearly knee high. A gold loop necklace and earrings completed the picture. Looking in the mirror, I was amazed at how extraordinarily young I looked, and smiled dreamily. I'd gathered my hair loosely at the back of my neck and a few strands dropped casually over my temples to frame my face. I was cute, I thought, and happy that the pill had taken effect, since – guiltily – my memories of Billy returned and I felt like a total slut. Or, I wondered, was "slut" what I really meant when defining a woman who finally takes control and enjoys sex on her own terms? 

I did, however, realize that yesterday's fucking had, for the moment, all but eliminated the symptoms of my panic attacks. 

As Mandy drove, she received my news with shock when I recounted Saturday night's rape and Frank's reaction to it, as well as the blackmail photos that had made me a gloryhole heroine. Confessing all to her was comforting, and she kindly held my hand, squeezing it as I periodically started to weep. I even told her of my suspicions about Jack engineering Bruce's violent punishment, to which she said little. She admonished me for popping wholesale amounts of Percodan...and stealing it from the office. "Don't jeopardize your job, sweetie. The docs keep a tight inventory of those pills. Besides, you need uppers, not downers," she said. "Today I'll give you something that'll put you on top of the world!" she gushed, her eyes flashing wickedly. We arrived at our destination and she parked next to a large, two-story building. It was as nondescript as it was off the beaten track. "C'mon, I'm gonna' show you a great afternoon!" she said, trying to buoy my spirits.

Inside there were scores of large, round tables, all nicely set up for lunch on crisp white cloths, with beautiful china, goblets, and silver flatware. Many women had already arrived and Mandy spent a few seconds working the tables socially around the empty one she'd selected for us. We ordered drinks, a Tequila Sunrise for me, and continued talking, all the while being attended to by a bevy of young, good-looking male waiters. One of ours was the cutest little guy, a black-haired young man of about 24 with center-parted hair that curled pertly down over his temples and highlighted his fine, angular facial features. "Alain is French," Mandy whispered as she caught my eyes following his slight frame around the tables while he deposited pats of butter on bread plates. He was hardly my ideal type, yet...there was something undeniably cuddly about him. "He's in theatre...a dancer. He just works here to pay the bills," she explained, sharing the universal story of the starving artist with me. "And he's not gay, Dee. Trust me!" she added. Alain brought us another drink at Mandy's behest, and my head started feeling light from the alcohol. 

Before I knew it the hall had filled up and the din of female conversation and laughter filled the air. All seemed to know one another, including the four who had joined us at our table, and the atmosphere was marvelously convivial. The lunch was delicious and, given the amount of wine being consumed, it appeared that few women were returning to work in the afternoon. Alain was a very attentive waiter, often asking me with silent eyebrow movements if I wanted more of this or that. When he did speak, his voice was very soft...almost femininely soothing. Dishes were cleared and I ordered Crème Brulee for dessert with coffee. "Here. Take one of these," Mandy said, pressing into my palm three white tablets that looked like aspirin. I started to ask what they were and she said, "An upper. You'll enjoy the show more." Being the trusting soul that I am, I popped one and stashed the remaining two in my bag.

Wow! A show! I thought, as long, floor-to-ceiling draperies moved electrically on tracks to obscure all doors and windows in the hall. As the room turned dark, muted purple and violet black lights turned the faces in the room into shaded shapes that would tax even the best of eyes searching for distinct features. Suddenly, a large, round stage was elevated from floor level in the center of the place to a height of about four feet, draped with a white satin apron. On it, at the back, was a chaise draped in the same white material. The dull thud of subwoofer drumming began to sound from somewhere as overhead spotlights illuminated the stage entirely. An amplified woman's voice came out of nowhere and announced: "Ladies! For your enjoyment we present Bela, Frieda, and Monique, fresh from their Eastern European tour!" 

Two women and one man bounded onto the stage and graced us with deep, theatrical bows, playing to the house all around the stage. The man, Bela, was dressed in a form fitting charcoal pinstripe suit, over an open-necked ruffled shirt, black and white loafers, and his thick blond hair was slicked down with gel. One of the women – Frieda – was very tall, and dressed in a sleek, silver satin dress slit to the hip, which revealed black, fishnet stocking-clad dancer's legs graced with tall, silver stiletto pumps. Her very long dark hair was fastened with a jeweled clip at the back of her head, which allowed it to flow freely. The other woman – Monique, I assumed – was also tall, yet had dark auburn hair, done in ringlets, and she was wearing a lace, merry widow corset-like thing that passed between her shapely legs. On those she wore lace top, fishnet, thigh-high stockings, which showed her creamy white skin to full effect. On her feet were very tall, black stiletto heels. 

The music began...a tango...that was beautiful, with long, cascading passages of strings, to which Bela and Frieda danced...very erotically. I picked up my napkin to fan my face and Mandy caught sight of me, smiling. I was very warm, and the music was transporting me to...to somewhere I wish I'd been a long time ago. The dancers were turning me on. I wanted to get up and dance with them! I felt so good! I reached out and touched the shoulder of the woman next to me, and the faraway look in her eyes locked on mine. She grabbed my hand, squeezing it firmly. I felt myself bonding with all the women at the table...all the women in the room! Bela removed his jacket. Actually, Monique peeled it off of him, very erotically, and in time with the music. She'd also taken from Frieda a silver cape that she'd worn on entering. 

But Monique was hardly just a wardrobe person. She danced apart from the other two, mimicking and echoing each of their sensuous, angular movements as the long, passionate tango continued. It was so hot! So sexy! So erotic! The lights changed colors as the music progressed, and more clothing was discarded: first Bela's shirt – revealing his absolutely godlike oiled, golden torso, which caused a low moan from the assemblage that became louder; then Frieda's skirt, leaving her in a silver bustier and thong. Monique had doffed her corset at some unnoticeable moment and wore a black thong, with her nipples covered by two small, black pasties. I whimpered slightly at my excitement and covered my mouth, hoping not to embarrass my hostess, Mandy. But no one could have heard me. The ambient moaning, interrupted only by the music, seemed at a fever pitch now. Then, Bela stripped off his breakaway trousers and shoes. He spun away from Frieda at a crucial point in the dance, and pirouetted slowly away, with arms above his head, to show all onlookers the size of his bulging package...all done up in the tightest G-string! It appeared that he was nearly erect.

The less patient – or drunk – women in the house screamed for him to take it off. I was transfixed, yet I was rolling, in time with the sensuous Spanish music. In the meantime, Monique had joined Frieda on the chaise, on which they lay in a poetic embrace, languorously stroking and licking one another's bodies, now naked save for their stockings and heels. As a lifelong theatre buff, I looked for some hint of the phony, the rehearsed...some lack of authenticity...but couldn't detect it. The women were writhing against one another, then began sucking at one another's pussies with their thighs trembling. Then Bela stripped off his G-string to reveal an immense, rigid cock, which looked as if it were oiled like the rest of him, and paced slowly, like a giant golden cat toward the chaise and his prey. The music had faded, and been replaced by a barely perceptible drumming, a subsonic beat that the subwoofers emitted and that hit me somewhere between my uterus and my pussy. I realized suddenly that I was soaking wet – that I was horny again! – and that it was alright! The presence of estrogen was so thick in the room that my small contribution would hardly have been noticed. 

Bela was briefly fellated by Monique, who then assisted him in entering Frieda, with a flourish of multi-colored light and amplified sound. As Frieda thrust one graceful leg into the air and brought the stiletto heel down on his backside all the lights in the room went out and stroboscopic lights from above the stage focused intermittently on their clashing bodies. Frieda's head was thrown ecstatically back over the end of the chaise, her long dark hair now reaching the floor, as Bela plowed into her. A new distant sound came from the house speakers...the hint of a primitive, moaning, almost subhuman call of pleasure...that galvanized the audience. The flashing erotic images on stage were added to by Monique, who languorously stroked between Bela's spread legs as he plunged into his partner, first massaging his magnificent back, buttock, and upper thigh muscles, then – kneeling – she licked voraciously at his rectum and balls as he thrust. The stage revolved, showing all in the house the slick, deep penetrations of Bela's cock into Frieda, whose body coiled and uncoiled like that of a serpent. This went on for several minutes, as the audience voiced its lusty approval. Then the strobe lights ceased and incandescent spotlights lit the scene as Bela picked up his partner, who clasped her legs gracefully around his hips with Monique molded against his back, sandwiching him with Frieda. He then raised his face to the sky and, grimacing, shouted out a mammoth, trembling climax with the dark-haired woman...all of his gorgeous muscles straining and revealing their sweet agony as he spent his load. Frieda writhed in the orgiastic throes of her own orgasm, her limbs thrashing about as if the movements had been choreographed by the Greek god Eros himself. She screamed piercingly, shrieking words in a language I'd never heard. Finally, the lights went out, leaving the house pitch black, as the now dead-silent audience suddenly erupted into screeches of approval and applause.




Deirdre's Downfall Ch. 07



I collapsed in my chair, still buzzing from the drug Mandy had given me, and put my head in my hands. Wow! That's what Aristotle meant by catharsis, the relief that a good piece of literature or music or theatre...or ass! should cause, I thought. I now understood the undeniable link between raw sex and contemporary performance art.

The eerie lighting had been replaced by spots, which by now bathed the stage. Heavy metal rock boomed from the speakers and a number of hunky guys – most of them waiters! I realized – were now bumping and grinding to its beat dressed only in towels, thongs or G-strings. The estrogen level rose even higher now as the dancer/waiters peeled off in different directions and were joined at various spots in the house by other waiters. These guys were similarly disrobed and prancing about, thrusting their groins with hands linked behind their heads at the encouraging faces of a very drunk female audience. Unabashed, I was on a roll, feeling the closeness with my new lady friends, and shouting encouragement as one after another either masturbated, or lifted and stripped off the scanty dancers' garments and began playing with or sucking their cocks! 

One frosted-blonde woman just across from me whose name I couldn't remember – a very demure type wearing an expensive green woven silk dress – had sat a beefy guy in her chair and knelt between his knees. Wordlessly, she looked him straight in the eye and began throating him to his balls with her long, drooling distended jaw. As I looked around, others were engaging our waiters in similar tete-a-tetes. I fidgeted...I was sweating...I was hot! I felt so good! I wanted to participate!

Distractedly, I looked around. I saw Alain, our French waiter. The poor little guy was stripped to a chamois loincloth and being besieged by a woman twice his size who was stuffing dollar bills into the string around his waist, apparently pleading for him to display his wares. I felt so sorry for him, pale and hardly competitive with his fellow waiters, who looked like a corps of gym-trained athletes. By chance, our eyes met. He said something to his hefty client and soon slipped next to me, speaking in my ear, "Would you like me to dance for you, Madame?" he asked, his accent thick with an Orleans lilt. I nodded affirmatively, wiping beads of perspiration from my brow, and grinned. He began, right in front of me, a graceful, serpentine dance in time with the music that made my heart beat like a hammer. I grabbed each of his bare thighs in my hands, wanting to feel their trim muscles as they telegraphed movements up his slight torso and into his arms. I licked my lips, surprised at how very dry they were, while he looked down at me through slitted eyes. 

I looked around and it was as if we were alone. All others, including Mandy, were watching or participating in lewd acts with some beefcake guy or another. A red-sweatered brunette woman at a table behind me was grunting obscenities at a big swarthy guy who was ramming her from behind as she clutched the edges of her table. Her surrounding table mates were cheering them on as if at a dog fight. I looked back up at Alain, and he was smiling, softly. The front of his loincloth revealed a slight bulge, which made me breathe hard. I looked up at him again and, silently, asked the question with my eyes. He answered me – yes – with his, and I lifted the front of his costume a bit. Under it was a thin, white circumcised penis that was growing larger. I dropped the cloth and reached under it while he continued dancing, rubbing him softly with my hand, until finally he closed his eyes for a moment, indicating his extreme pleasure at my fondling. I then lifted his loincloth completely to reveal his veiny tumescence. 

Though thin, Alain's cock was about six inches long, curved slightly downward, and had an almost purple glans, which I immediately sucked into my hot mouth. He gasped, and slowed his choreographed dance movements, instead preferring to sway in response to my wet mouthings. I found it easy to take him. I felt as close to him as I'd ever felt to anyone in my life, I daydreamed through Mandy's drug, and placed him at the top of my throat, swallowing a few times. Astonished that I might be able to take him further, I dropped my tongue fully and pushed, since my gag reflex is almost impervious to pressure. "Oh, Madame!" Alain croaked in his throat, grabbing my head, after which he muttered something in French. I pushed further until my nose was in his sweaty pubic hair. He smelled, well...French. And then I began throating him with alacrity, coating his length with my saliva, and lingering at the hundred places on a man's penis that can cause bliss. I had finally done it, I thought proudly! I had finally throated a guy! I would now show this young man the rapture that Deirdre could bring him!

I closed my eyes and savored the experience. Cradling his balls in one palm, with two fingers directing his penis into my vacuuming mouth, I was suddenly reminded of my actions by my immediate public. My table mates, led by Mandy, were chanting, "Dee! Dee! Dee! Dee!" as I thrust my stretching lips over my serendipitous French lover's cock. And Alain, ever the Continental gentleman, merely leaned back in a relaxed pose and, bracing himself with one hand on my shoulder and a leg extended behind him, awaited the climax that I knew I'd be able to evoke. 

And climax he did, after a while. "Ah, Mon Dieu...cherie! Cherie! Cherie!" he gasped, as my cheeks filled with his delightful, hot, sticky cum. I swallowed his load as it came, wasting not a drop as I milked him dry with my hand. Then, when he was finished, I grasped him around his slender hips to hug him. He was bent over me and, in that position, breathed heavily into my ear, "S'il tu plais, please...may I speak with you?" I nodded, and watched him for directions. He beckoned me to meet him at a door over in a dark corner of the hall. I nodded and attended to the kudos of my table mates, who were effusive in their praise of my actions, especially so for a "first-timer." Then their attention was diverted, this time by Mandy, who'd gotten hold of a strapping football-type whom she'd decided to service orally. I excused myself from the table, not that anyone noticed, and went to meet Alain.

In the darkened corner was the employee's entrance to the back, which he went through, saying he'd dress and be out in five minutes. While he was gone I stood behind a chest-high curtained- off area that I realized screened a janitor's cart, loaded with two garbage cans, a short ladder, and some brooms and mops. The smell of disinfectant was overpowering. The vantage point was good, however, since I could see nearly the entire hall. The whole place seemed to be rolling, I thought, as if the floor were gentle swells one sees at the beach on a calm day. And my body seemed to roll with it, as if in tune with a much larger, natural force. Wow! What a drug! I flashed. Ooh, I wanta' try this with Jack! I flashed, lustily. It was at that moment that I realized my crotch was dripping with juice as my eyes scanned the tables, each of which was now lit from above, revealing its own improbable, unique, orgiastic scene.

Suddenly Alain was behind me, his arms wrapped around my waist. I leaned back against him and turned my head to lick deeply into his mouth for our first kiss, easily done since he was only an inch or two taller than I. My breath still smelled of his cum that I'd swallowed minutes before, which apparently didn't bother him. His right hand slipped under my skirt and two fingers parted my soaking lips under my thong as I groaned loudly. Then I did what seemed so natural at the moment...I cupped his crotch to find it nicely swollen, and attempted to unzip him. He moved my hand aside slightly and did it himself, signaling to me that he wanted to take me from behind. I quickly unzipped my jacket and unclasped my bra to free my breasts to his hands.

Wordlessly, I grabbed the edge of the janitor's cart in front of me and placed one foot on the second step of the short ladder that was on it, much like I'd done days before in my back yard with Jack. Here, though, as well as smelling of disinfectant, everything was sticky with grime, which only made the scene seem more lurid and debased. I imagined myself the tragic heroine of an Edith Piaf song, coupling quickly and without love in a Montmartreback alley.I arched the small of my back so my butt stood high, hoping my dripping opening would be at the right height for Alain. And...it was! I discovered, as he pulled aside my thong string and buried himself in me to his scrotum. I groaned loudly, which was drowned out by the moaning and screaming and cheering of the raging, horny female participants spread before us, and Alain began fucking me as fast as I'd ever experienced. His hands gripped my bouncing tits, using them as handles to pull me back onto his member with blinding rapidity. 

I tried to tighten on his cock but couldn't, instead just providing a clasping sleeve, a hot, wet cylinder into which his piston could thrust. I tried to push myself back onto him...but couldn't because of the speed of his plunging loins, so I opened myself tremblingly, to form a receptive vessel into which he could plant his steaming seed. I began slowly thrashing my head back and forth, moaning nonsensically, as Alain's rapid-fire hips smacked against my soaking, upturned saddle. I imagined my whole body to be a pussy...a cunt, and began rasping filthy encouragement at my Gaullic prince to fill me. To fuck me. To cum in me. Yes, I was now only cunt. Cunt, cunt, cunt, I repeated happily in my drug-induced state. Then I started my orgasm...a subtle, creeping series of waves that gripped my vitals...and Alain continued pummeling me from behind. I could swear that I smelled my juices as they dripped down my thighs, overpowering the astringent stench of the disinfectant, and this stimulated me to continue. For minutes, it seemed, I screamed the harsh, strident cries of a feral, rutting female beast as my body obliterated all notions of pretense or convention. I was, very simply, an animal whose thirst for sex was being slaked with bucketsful of our mingled cum. Because now Alain was cumming...great gobs of what felt like hot lava into me. He froze as he stabbed into me, my vagina feeling the pulsations of his throbbing corona as it continued its telltale pumping for what seemed like minutes, and, breathlessly, I tried mewling my thanks over and over. But my orgasm still continued...continued...continued...so I was struck dumb...until finally I could cum no more.

My legs nearly collapsed, but Alain grabbed me before I could fall and sat me on the stepladder, my butt cheeks slipping on the slimy moisture that covered it. He looked down at me quickly, gave me a brotherly peck on the lips, and said, "Merci beaucoup, Madame!" and was gone, slipping outside into the bright light of day through an exit door. I was appalled, felt left high and dry, and surrounded my knees with my arms. I realized with shame that I'd not said a single serious word to the young man the entire afternoon, other than ordering lunch and growling at him to fuck me harder.

I made my way back to the table and sat, entering the excited conversations of my lunch mates. A rather tousled Mandy said, "Hi, kiddo, where ya' been? Get lost in the loo?" 

"Uh, no...just wandered for a while. What a show!" I exclaimed, as I looked down to see a glob of thick, white cum run from the inside of my knee down into the top of my left boot. I suddenly felt very alone...and very emotionally empty.

"Here, have some gum, sweetie," Mandy said, offering me a stick. "It'll keep ya' from grinding your teeth."

"My teeth?" I asked, puzzled.

"Yeah, the drug does that," she said. "Hey, congratulations! You got your first taste of Ecstasy!"

"Wow! Get me a year's supply!" I said with bravado, for one crazy moment wondering naively whether we could order Ecstasy through the dental office. I was beginning to come down from the marvelous drug and began getting nervous...very shaky and fearful of losing control.

Mandy noticed, and after a few minutes we excused ourselves, promising our lunch mates that we'd be back soon. On the way home Mandy voiced concern again about my use of painkillers and said she'd consult Dr. McCarthy – the younger, Neil – about getting something to even out the rough spots, and to elevate my moods though avoid addiction. "And save those tabs of Ecstasy for someone special," she said. "Now, when we get to your place, just point out your new toy...Billy. I might want to get one like him for myself." 

I felt I'd acted a fool, throwing myself at our waiter as I had. I somehow had to get a handle on my use of drugs...and my sluttish libido. At the same time, I'd become convinced that having sex in public had been one of the most exciting things I'd ever done. I could hardly wait to do it again. 

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Deirdre's Downfall Ch. 08



Dee's knowledge of Jack grows, but so does her dependence on drugs, as well as her appetite for exhibitionism. It helps to read Chapter 7. Please vote and send feedback! Thanks.

"Ah... Gaawwd... Jaaack!" I groaned, as he drove his cock deeply into me. It was 9:30 in the morning and we'd arrived a half-hour earlier at the hotel where he was to be the luncheon keynote speaker at an architectural show. He'd rented rooms, which would be his company's hospitality suite later that afternoon, and we'd stripped naked on arriving and fallen into one of the suite's king-size beds. It'd been almost a week since my lover, Jack, and I had been together, and our lust for one another at this moment knew no bounds.

I looked at our reflection in the floor-to-ceiling mirrors on the closet at the foot of the bed and the sight drove me into an animal frenzy. Jack had one knee on the bed with his back to the mirror, and had planted his other foot flat. He'd lifted my spread legs so that my right buttock was lying on his upraised thigh and had planted his steel-like cock deeply in my wet center. With my left leg angled out like an outrigger, he was moving my elevated cunt onto and off of his rod by grasping my hips. I could swear that his cock head was causing a large lump to rise and fall in my belly as we fucked. Only the back of my head and shoulders touched the bed. My hands and arms thrashed about, pulling my hair out of my face, frantically kneading my breasts and trying to grab him to pull him deeper or – alternately – trying to keep him from painfully ramming my cervix. I'd never seen a sexier, more erotic sight of a couple than the one in the mirror. His muscular shoulders and back rippled as we plunged at one another, and his firm buns flexed with singular purpose as our loins smacked together. 

Underlying my passion, so many confusing things had happened to me during the week that I felt emotionally distant from Jack. I had so much to discuss with him... and one thing was to find out about his shadowy past. That would come in a while though, I thought, as I succumbed to the hunger that possessed me. This was the first time we'd been together outside of amorous moments stolen at our respective homes and, with nearly 24 hours ahead of us, I thought talk could come later... much later. 

I was really pleased that he wanted me roughly like this, I flashed, as he repeatedly drove his cock into my depths. God! He feels like a horse! I fantasized, as he hammered away. If I don't die from this climax... yes... there... there it... there it comes... there... "Ahhh, Ja... Ja... oh, Jaaack... oh, you... fuck me... so good... baby! Ooooohh, Ja, I... I'm... Jaaack, I'm cu', Jack... I'm cum... baby... cummm... cummm-mmming... cuuuummmi... ". I stopped screaming and thrashed about on the bed, my body flopping like a rag doll, as my insides convulsed for what seemed like minutes. The entire time he held my hips in place in his strong grip as he screwed me. And finally he froze, growled a low, senseless epithet, and began splashing his white-hot semen into me, which triggered a series of violent, orgasmic aftershocks in my belly. 

Two hours later we were in a banquet room crowded with other people. Both of us were showered and fresh. "An' what are y'all doin' here today, li'l lady?" the slim, smooth-talking cowboy sitting next to me asked quietly, as I listened attentively to Jack's presentation to a large assemblage of his architectural colleagues.

I'd worn my new, black pin-stripe business suit. Well anyway, a miniskirt and curve clinging jacket that hugged my breasts and hips as if it'd been custom tailored. Just for spice – and to be naughty – I'd put on the new black, boy-cut, crotch-less panties that Jack had given me, the opening of which was now moist with droplets of my fresh juice, leaking there as I watched my handsome lover speak. 

"I'm one of Jack's remodel clients," I said proudly, wondering if the smell of my wet pussy might give me away. I ostentatiously placed my left hand on my knee to show my large, diamond engagement and wedding rings. This flirtatious guy in jeans, boots, a western-cut suede sport coat and ten-gallon hat, had been looking at my thighs anyway, which were caressed by the hem of my miniskirt. I wanted to show him I was married, and didn't want to let on that I was Jack's overnight date, much less his lover.

"That right?" he said, surprised. "Didn't know Jack did remodels anymore. Certainly doesn't have to."

"Special circumstances," I said quietly, trying not to disturb the listeners sitting around us.

The guy snorted knowingly, "I'll bet. Well, that's our Jack."

"You know him?" I whispered, wondering what he meant.

"Fer fifteen years!" he responded. "We worked on some guv'mint projects in Southeast Asia together... two bright young guys outta' grad school with fresh-minted Ph.D.s." 

Suddenly very interested, I turned toward him and whispered, "What did you do there?"

"Worked with PMCs, doin' dirty work for Uncle Sam," he said.

"Really!" I said, showing intense curiosity. "Listen, let's go back to the coffee urn and talk so we won't disturb these other people."

The guy took the invitation, mistakenly, as a sign of my interest in him, and got up immediately. We had aisle seats so our quick departure didn't cause much fuss. I heard Jack hesitate in his speech, and I looked back to see him watching us walk back to the rear of the large banquet room.

Pouring a cup of coffee to counteract my downer drug of the week, a Percodan pill I'd taken earlier, I said, "I'm Dee," and stretched out my hand.

He shook it and said, softly, "I'm Bo... from Laramie." His eyes went immediately to the ruffled white blouse under the black suit jacket that matched my mini. I'd not worn a bra today since the jacket was tight and emphasized my 34C breasts – and the rest of my curves – quite nicely.

"What are PMCs, Bo?" I asked, fluttering my eyelashes at him to get him talking. I'd dealt with the "country boy" type before and expected a flood of fascinating information. I got it.

"'Professional Military Corporations'," he said, importantly. "Paramilitary outfits – 'contractors' they call 'em – that implement foreign policy so the Cabinet Departments and other agencies don't soil their hands... and aren't held accountable."

I'd noticed that he'd lost much of his cowboy twang. He apparently used it only to break conversational ice. "But Jack seems so straight... so forthright... and... " I mumbled, as my voice trailed off.

"Mmm-hmm. That's my buddy, Jack," Bo said. "Actually, he hasn't lost much of his idealism. Had it severely undermined a coupla' times, what with his great love bein' raped and murdered over there. An' I guess the recent divorce tore him up, too." 

"Raped and murdered!" I gasped, astonished.

"Yup. Thai girl... Noianh, I think her name was," he said. "Buncha' right wing death squaders did her in, thinkin' she was a Commie. Or maybe 'cos she was spendin' too much time with a foreigner."

"My God! Poor Jack!" I muttered, suddenly understanding volumes of my lover's history as well as his deadly efficient revenge against the perpetrator of my rape the previous weekend.

"Ol' Jack went off the deep end for a while." Bo continued. "Set up his own little army an' wreaked havoc on everybody... 'til the Company brought him home. But he's back on his feet now... and charmin' everybody. Lookit those two hot numbers up there in the front row," he said, drawing my attention to two young women in their twenties who were absolutely captivated by Jack's words. 

My jealous nature leapt to the fore, and my pussy throbbed, wanting to spirit my lover away from the rapt, fawning gazes of the two.

"The Asian girl's a new intern he just hired," Bo stated. "The other one's a recent grad workin' out of the New York AIA office for three months. She's writin' a report on sustainable buildin' technology, sum'p'n Jack and I are pros at," he said. "But that's enough about us, what about you, Dee?" he asked, his eyes glued to the ruffled blouse that clung to my prominent breasts. "How 'bout a drink after?" he invited, as I noticed just a bit too much saliva lingering behind his lower lip.

"Mmmm, thanks," I declined. "Jack and I have to... uuh... visit some product booths and discuss the project. I don't get to see him much."

"I understand," he said. "Well, maybe I'll see ya' anyway. I'm stayin' here at the hotel."

I bristled, finding it disturbing that he'd think I cared where he stayed. But, recent experiences had made me very paranoid. My attention turned again to the two women in the front row. The Asian woman was breathtakingly beautiful. It was difficult to tell her age... or specific ethnic strain. She was tall, maybe 5'8", obvious even though she was sitting, and extremely shapely, with graceful curves defining her frame. Perhaps, 36C... or D, I estimated of her bosom, curving in to a very narrow waist, then out to about 36 inch hips. She wore a traditional, though sleeveless, Chinese dress of gold silk shantung. A bolero-like jacket of the same material hung on her chair behind her. Her legs were lissome, their curving shape clothed by black stockings as her ankles crossed modestly – in a most delightful way – near one leg of her chair. Her long, straight, raven hair was thick and stopped at her lower back, sometimes swishing back and forth as she moved her head. Her complexion was pure alabaster – so very un-Asian, I thought – and seemed almost translucent. Her upright posture was outstanding, though relaxed. She could easily have been the valedictorian at any fine woman's finishing school, I mused. 

The other woman – girl, really – was not so refined. She was Caucasian, also tall at about 5'7", had lovely peaches and cream skin, and seemed to be made of soft, round clay... all in the right places. She was dressed in a sleeveless shirt-dress that barely reached mid thigh, made of material splashed with every color in the rainbow... an expensive designer fashion, I guessed. It covered her outrageous, soft curves not tightly, but snugly enough that I could tell she was unburdened by underwear. She wore no nylons either. She kept moving nervously every few seconds – crossing and uncrossing her legs while trying to keep them together – her breasts bouncing with each of her quick, shifting jerks. One of her high heels kept falling off her extended toes, which caused her to lean forward to try to replace it, and which also opened her scooped neckline to show firm, round breasts. I was pleased to note that Jack appeared unfazed by her distracting contortions. I told myself, cattily, that she'd better watch her diet, or her fulsome body would soon balloon to fat if unattended. Her greatest distraction was her continuous clicking of a newly sharpened pencil against her lower teeth, since her pouting mouth was perpetually open. 

"Thanks so much for putting up with this long speech, folks. Please join us in the Taylor and Company hospitality suite – Room 450 – at five o'clock," Jack concluded. And with that there was resounding applause, as the podium became surrounded by audience members straining to ask questions.

"Sure ya' won't have a drink, Dee?" Bo asked, looking thirsty.

"I don't think so, Bo," I said. "Thanks. See you at the hospitality suite?" I asked.

"With bells on, darlin'," he said, grinning. "It's three o'clock. I got two hours to spend money at the bar, then I'll be happy ta' drink Jack's free booze!" as he waved and exited. 

I waited a discreet few moments for Bo to be gone then waved the suite's key card at Jack, who was being besieged by the fleshy young woman, who had her hand on his forearm to keep him from leaving. He saw me, understanding that we'd meet at the rooms, but then... I decided against leaving him alone to face all that temptation. I watched the fidgety girl's back as she talked animatedly with him, and it seemed as if her dress below the waist was filled with two wildcats, fighting with one another to burst through its thin confines. I'd never seen a woman act so blatantly forward with a man before, other than in movies portraying hookers. I walked to the front of the room and before I could interrupt, I was intercepted by Jack's Asian intern. 

"My name's Amber," she purred, in dulcet, unaccented tones, offering her hand, which I shook briefly. "I work with Mr. Taylor."

"Well, I'm Dee, one of his clients," I said, impressed by the woman's forthright manner... and height, since she exceeded me by five or six inches, easily. Unnoticed before, my eye caught the long slit in her skirt, revealing a luscious right thigh, invitingly covered by a black nylon. 

"Ah, yes, he's told me about you," she said, appraising me silently with eyes that missed nothing. "How is your remodel progressing?"

"Mmmm, okay. I do need to speak with Mr. Taylor, though," I said, anxiously. "Perhaps I could interrupt?" Amber turned and glanced at Jack, who immediately noticed my impatient look. The fidgeting young woman looked shyly over her shoulder at me, revealing an absolutely stunning, round, angelic face framed with short, wavy chestnut-colored hair. Her green eyes immediately assessed my business-like suit – including my miniskirt – and in a split second I saw her decide against reasserting her claim on Jack. 

Her hand dropped from his forearm and Jack said, "Amber, perhaps you and Claudia can have a drink and discuss some of the points she needs for her paper. In any case, I'll see both of you at five in Room 450," he said, joining me and walking me rapidly out of the room to the elevator and up to the suite. 

In the room I wasted little time. Housekeeping had restored order to the bed that we'd torn apart in the morning. I pushed Jack seat first onto it and dropped between his knees to unzip and pull down his dress slacks and boxers. "Just in case you were moved by that little floozy, I want to show you how much a real woman can appreciate a speech, Mr. Taylor!" I said, causing him to giggle as I plunged my mouth onto his half-hard cock. "That feel goood?" I asked, teasing his glans with my full lips and tongue. "Hmmm, baby? Ooooh, yeah! You like it... when I... slurp all... over you... huh!" I murmured, lasciviously. Holding his cock with one hand as I mouthed it, I unbuttoned my suit jacket with the other and wiggled out of it. My ruffled-front white blouse went next, then my back-zipped mini. Black thigh highs and wet crotchless panties were all that remained, since I'd left my shoes at the door. I decided to leave them on.

"Ohhhh, Dee... Dee!" Jack moaned, ecstatic at my sucking. "God! You're... so... gooood!" he gasped, "I can't believe... ".

"'Cos I love you, baby," I purred. I had guilty flashes as I heard Jack murmur his pleasure, since I would have died if he'd known of the lurid recent experiences I'd had that had improved my cock- sucking skill. "Now, let me pleasure you another way," I cooed, as I straightened up and placed his now-erect cock between my breasts. Drooling copiously on the head so that saliva covered his entire shaft, I pushed my breasts together around him and began a rising and falling movement: slow, easy, pillowing caresses that made his glans pulse red with new blood. I did this for a long time, just listening to the marvelous things he said, and the noises he made, as I worked his desire upward slowly. I wanted to taste his thick cum, swallow his fertile sperm, drink his seemingly endless supply of delicious spunk. Then, I thought, I might be ready for cocktails with his colleagues... after popping another pill. I'd also saved the two tabs of Ecstasy that Mandy had given me. And, for tonight, I'd brought along my two new dildos. I had great plans for Jack and myself later this evening! 

"Nngahh... Dee Dee... oooh-ahhh... Dee Dee... nnnggh, Jeezus!... Dee Dee!" Jack muttered, as I slowly lifted and lowered my soft tits up and down his rigid cock. The fleshy, olive-skinned envelope I provided him made my nipples seem as hard as large, blunt diamonds, stretching the skin over them until they turned bright red. Jack lifted his head to look at me, and reached down to hold my hands as they guided the two pleasuring spheres. His fingers tweaked and pinched my nipples lightly, sending flashes of sharp, piercing electricity into my vulva. I drooled more on him as he watched, dribbling an undammed stream of spit down over him, which caused him to groan some more at the sensuous sight. 

"Wantcha' to cum, sweetie," I purred. "Wantcha' to cum all over my tits!" Then I dropped my lips down over his cock and swirled my tongue around the tip, which caused him to grunt and stretch his tense legs out on either side of me. My mind wandered a bit as he moaned. I'd behaved horribly this week, I reflected. In retrospect, I'd rather enjoyed the whole gloryhole experience – for voyeuristic reasons – the night that my husband, Frank, had forced me into it. I'd also seduced our buff, 19-year-old neighbor, Billy, on another day in my drugged state... using as an excuse the fact that I was horny for Jack. I'd even sucked and fucked the French waiter at Mandy's women's strip club, also while high on Ecstasy, and enjoyed it because I'd done it in public. For the first time, I admitted that my sudden dependence on pills had perhaps stimulated a series of very sluttish entanglements. And yet, I only wanted to be a slut for Jack! I thought. I knew that he'd love me if I could just be his mistress... his "sexually extroverted" woman. I'd deal with the pills later, and the nagging guilt that their dirty, carnal impulses constantly stirred in me. After all, I was Dee! I'd overcome a mountain of difficulties, just in the past few weeks! 

So, I returned to my loving labors. I wanted to taste my man's cum, so on every fleshy down stroke I met his pulsing, red cock head with my full, pouting lips, drooling on him so that my saliva dribbled off my chin. "Aww, Dee Dee... I'm gonna' cum all over you, honey," Jack gasped, beginning to thrust his hips up and down faster than I could move my tits. 

"Do it, baby!" I cooed, "I wanna' swallow all your cum... mmmm... won't miss a drop! Just cum, darling... cum on Dee Dee!" I whispered, fancying myself a true professional whore. "Come on, sweetie... cum... cum... cum... " I whispered, with each word emphasized by a soft push to Jack's balls. And he was there suddenly. My heart nearly burst with delight as his first, long stream of semen splashed up to land on my nose and tongue. I then placed my lips around his corona softly, like two little pillows of soft satin, and drew the remainder of his load into my cheeks 'til they were full. Swallowing quickly, I continued jacking his prick with my tits and sucking, sucking, sucking, until his hips relaxed and he appeared to have passed out. After a few moments he looked down at me with squinted eyes and, before swallowing, I opened my mouth so that he could see the remnants of his load strung like little cables between my teeth and throat.

The cocktail party at five o'clock was very staid... very professional. Representatives from large New York architectural firms were there, as well as notables from those on the West Coast. I was ever watchful of women who might be paying untoward attention to Jack, but got over it after popping a Percodan. The young woman from New York, Claudia, had been collared by Amber, Jack's intern, and – though whenever he was around made a fool of herself by wiggling her body at my man – was effectively neutralized by the young Asian woman's thoroughly professional demeanor. Jack's friend, Bo, got more flirtatious as the party progressed, since he'd been drinking – I surmised – since just after Jack's speech had ended. But drunks are easy to handle, I thought, even though I shuddered at the memory of my husband's alcoholic boss, Bruce, who had raped me the previous weekend. Only a few guests were left in the front room with Jack at 7 p.m. when Amber left for home, and the young Claudia joined me in the bedroom portion of the suite, where I was now alone after having talked at length with some guests. We both nursed large glasses of red wine... and were more than a little tipsy by this time. 




Deirdre's Downfall Ch. 08



My earlier impression of her had been mistaken. I found her delightfully young, fresh, interesting to talk with, and very intelligent. Her life story came easily. She had a twin brother, was from a poor family in West Virginia, and had gotten a scholarship for a five-year architectural program at Columbia. On graduation, she'd been hired by the AIA office in New York... a plum job for a new graduate.

Claudia was very forthright and candid. She admitted to having lived like a nun in college, since her studies had been demanding, and had had little time for a social life. Her friends had been, and now were, women, while men – especially attractive ones – made her very nervous. "Like Mr. Taylor, for instance. Every time I'm around him I can't keep still!" she confessed, as she sat on one of the beds, across from my perch on one of two sofas in the room. "Ooh, God! It's so embarrassing!" she said, lapsing into girl talk. "I get all wet when he talks to me!" she whispered, leaning forward to emphasize her point and revealing the tops of her firm, plump breasts over the scooped neckline of her brief shirt-dress. I knew of what she was speaking, since my first... and continuing... reactions to Jack duplicated those she'd just described. "Can you imagine going to bed with him?" she asked, her beautiful green eyes so round and innocent. "God! I'd die of pleasure!"

I took a long sip of wine, holding my glass to my lips and looking over the rim at her open, honest face. 'Wellll... yes. I can imagine it, actually,' I said, quietly, as I slowly lowered my glass.

She looked at me and her clear complexion flushed pink. "You have already... haven't you," she whispered, guessing my secret. "Jeeze... what was it like?" she asked.

"The most fantastic experience I've ever had," I admitted, honestly. I felt a sudden urge to tell her about the morning session we'd had on the bed on which she was sitting. Instead, I took another sip and noticed her lovely soft knees and calves, drawn together with one slightly higher than the other, as if she were vainly clenching them together to keep her sumptuous, milky upper thighs... and more... covered. She was so tense. She was making me that way too, so I suggested that we refill our glasses and got up to retrieve a bottle from the bar in the next room. In the wardrobe mirror I noticed her watching my gait as I walked to get the wine. While in the living room, Jack told me he was going to the hotel bar with Bo and another architect, but promised to return before long. 

"You have such a graceful walk," Claudia said when I returned, "... like a princess." 

I was incredibly flattered, and felt warmly toward her for that. "Oh, please, Claudia," I said in a self-effacing way. Though I knew I was graceful, I hardly thought of myself as regal. Besides, the wine and the Percodan had made me very unsteady. Unconsciously, I crossed my legs, sensing a squishy feeling at my crotch as my pussy throbbed in a horny fashion. What am I doing? I asked myself. My first night out with my lover and I'm feeling drawn to... feeling attracted... to this 24-year-old girl! I looked at her again, closely, disbelieving that she could tempt me physically. 

"No, seriously!" she said. "When I first saw you downstairs I was intimidated by your manner... and your awesome little body. When I saw how Mr. Taylor reacted to you, I was convinced that you had some kind of sexual hold on him!" she gushed, running a long finger into her low neckline, perhaps to free a nipple that had caught on a seam. I followed her finger as it moved to her cleavage and then out. Laying that hand beside her thigh, she rubbed the finger twice with her thumb, as if to dry a bit of perspiration that had clung to it. My breasts tingled suddenly and I felt my nipples harden.

This is crazy. I must be getting drunk! I thought. Confused by my feelings, I looked down at my lap, took a deep breath, and leaned back on the sofa. "I... I... don't know what to say... " I almost whispered. "I feel so... uuh, it's hard to explain... I feel funny... kind of vulnerable... all of a sudden." 

"Oh! I didn't mean to imply that... I didn't mean to insult you!" she gasped. "I mean, you're married! and Jack's not, and... so... it's none of my business... " she said, rising to her feet and crossing the few feet to where I was sitting. She knelt on the floor near my crossed legs and leaned her smooth right arm on the cushion next to my left hip and looked up at me, draining her glass of wine and stretching to place it on a nearby end table. The movement was slow, fluid and languorous, highlighting the satiny curve of her graceful arm, nude from shoulder to fingertip. My pussy began pulsing uncontrollably... just as it did when Jack was near me. My nipples began itching and aching. If I'd been alone I would have scratched at them.

Perspiration had beaded on my upper lip, and I felt very warm. "I need to cool off," I exhaled, gulping the rest of my wine and putting down the glass. "You didn't insult me, Claudia," I said, with false bravado, as I took off my suit jacket. My blouse's armpits were soaked through with sweat, and I felt a trickle run down my cleavage. "Jack's a very attractive guy, and... but, I have a lot of stuff going on right now and I'm hesitant to talk about it... with a stranger," I confessed.

"God! So do I!" she said, emphasizing her statement by covering my hand with hers as it lay on the sofa cushion. Her touch was like velvet, and she caressed me so softly that I wanted more. My nipples made little bumps through my blouse on either side of the ruffled dickey, and I felt my clitoris palpitate again as my pussy lips slickened. "I don't have any friends here in California, so... I'll tell you about my stuff if you tell me about yours!" she gasped quickly, batting her chestnut eyelashes around wide, green orbs. Her hand moved to my upper arm and stroked downward, as if to reassure me of her sincerity. As she moved it down my left bicep a finger brushed my nipple and I jumped, uttering a gasp, or was it a moan? My vagina throbbed numbly, and my pumping blood rang loudly in my ears. I looked down at her face, now only a foot away, and felt an overpowering need to kiss the soft, plump bow of her mouth. I half-closed my eyes and leaned forward, hesitating, while feeling her hot breath against my face. Closer yet, I heard her inhale slightly, then watched her close her eyes, and very slowly our slightly open mouths touched. Our lips trembled at the first sublime contact, then, both of us moaned in our throats as our hesitant tongues dueled gently, each apparently seeking a profound, Sapphic response in the oral depths of the other. "I want you, Deirdre!" she whispered sweetly, gasping as we broke. "It's been so long for me... " she murmured.

"I... I don't know... what to do," I breathed, finally, my constricted lungs hurting as I felt panicky.

"Don't do anything you don't want to," she whispered, reassuringly. She then began unbuttoning my blouse from the neck down, freeing my heaving breasts and pink, expectant nipples. I slipped out of my shoes and kicked them aside, then reached behind myself to unzip my miniskirt. Claudia gasped as I pulled off my panties and she saw my shaved pussy. Then, giving a slight smile, she caressed my nervous, trembling belly as the garment whispered to the floor. "So sexy... " she murmured, stroking me from shoulders to hips. Then, she stood and in one fluid movement pulled up the hem of her shirt-dress and drew it off, over her head, to reveal her breathtaking naked body. I'd been correct when I'd seen her earlier in the banquet room: she wore no underwear. She was so well developed... statuesque... with exaggerated curves – easily 36D-26-36, I estimated – and her trimmed, chestnut-colored bush glistened appetizingly with little drops of dew. The pink nipples on her firm, milky breasts pointed skyward and were surrounded by silver dollar-sized aureoles. 

She knelt before me, softly rubbing my naked hips, and I spread my legs for her to get closer. She ran a finger under the top of each of my thigh high stockings and let them snap softly against my thighs. "So incredibly sexy... " she echoed, then ran her fingers softly over my collarbone and down the slopes of my breasts. My nipples throbbed for her touch and she leaned forward slightly to open her mouth to one. She held it softly between her satin lips, not sucking, but just bathing it with warm saliva. She pulled off of it, and it stood erect, hard and stiff. She mouthed the other one, and it did the same. I felt myself flushing a stream of juice onto the sofa's fabric and groaned loudly. She then placed a hand softly behind my neck and drew my mouth to one of her pink nipples atop a large pink aureole, which I first licked, then mouthed to suckle like an infant. She uttered a little squeak that sounded like a rusty bedspring from her throat and, as I sucked at her other nipple, she exhaled lungs full of air, shivering as she did so. 

I scooted forward on the sofa, and we embraced slowly, squishing our breasts together and probing one another's mouth madly with our tongues. My God, she felt and tasted divine! Our breathing quickened as we lapped at each other's faces and, almost simultaneously, our fingers found the wet crevices between the other's legs to stroke, probe and massage the hot, tender entrance folds to our vaginas. Soon we were hunching against the hand of the other until, wordlessly, both of us rose, panting, to lie on the bed. Stretched out on our sides, we embraced fully and entwined our legs so that each had an upper thigh against which to rub our excited, dripping mounds. Kissing deeply, we writhed against one another like snakes toward a sweet, quick, simultaneous orgasm that rendered us both breathless. At our peak, we gripped one another tightly with mouths locked together, grunting little muffled moans of pleasure until the tingling stopped in our loins and our legs ceased their trembling. 

So that's what it's like with a woman! I thought, as my head cleared and Claudia began covering my face with light kisses. Not bad! Not bad at all! I concluded. But, as I'd become addicted to so many things of late, I wanted more. "Be right back," I whispered, slipping off the bed to get my overnight bag and the last two tabs of Mandy's Ecstasy. While digging for the pills, I deliberated for a moment, then quickly grabbed the plastic bag that contained my new, large dildo and butt plug, along with some lube. Just for us girls, I told myself wickedly, as I walked back to the bedroom. About the Ecstasy, I'd been going to take one with Jack, but this seemed like an excellent, spontaneous, opportunity. We didn't need to eat, since we'd filled up on hors d'oeuvres during the cocktail party – I rationalized – so why not take advantage of these fortuitous moments? I presented my supplies to Claudia with a flourish, "Ta-Da!" and we shared a glass of water and popped the pills, giggling like two teenagers at her initial reluctance, since she told me she'd never tried the drug... or a dildo. I was excited about playing the experienced teacher as well as eager student with my new younger friend... and learning as quickly as I could about lesbian sex. 

"I'm not a total lesbian," she admitted, as if apologizing for her behavior, looking at me deeply and stroking my side from armpit to thigh. "I guess I'm bisexual. It's just that I've had so little experience with men. Maybe you can help me," she said, rolling me onto my back and parting my legs to lie between them. As she parted them, she pulled off my thigh highs and began brushing the inside of my thighs with her long eyelashes. Their feathery touch caused goose bumps to rise all over me, and flashes of electricity to shoot up my spine. I thought to myself, I'll teach you all that I can about the straight life, my sweet girl, though I'm hardly an expert! I immediately decided that I'd share Jack with her when he returned. After all, if I engineered a three-way tryst, it wouldn't be as if he were cheating on me! I thought. I'd always been able to twist logic, but this was perverse, though natural given my addictive mindset. Then Claudia kissed and licked my thighs, making little smacking sounds with her lips as she approached the heated nexus of my legs. I uttered a long, drawn out moan and it felt as if my soaking pussy lips were reaching out to grab at her tongue. I pushed my cunt up to her involuntarily, and... finally... her pink tongue lashed out to bury itself deeply in my sopping opening.

"Ooohhhh... Claudia!" I groaned from my diaphragm muscle as she pushed her long, serpentine tongue into me with a stirring motion. Then she withdrew it to lick up my slit to my clitoris, flicking its little protruding head with her tip. She continued slurping at me, from rectum to clit, for what seemed like minutes, driving me closer to another – this time much deeper – orgasm. My entire insides buzzed as if I housed a swarm of bees, and my juices coated her face with their smelly profusion. 

Then Claudia concentrated on licking my clit, flicking at it quickly as she slowly pushed two fingers into my clasping pussy. She stirred around in me for a while as she licked, drawing unremitting moans from me, and turned her fingers upward to curl them under my pubic bone and caress my G spot. My moans changed to high, squeaking, gasps at her soft rubbing, and my hips thrust up at her mouth repeatedly, anxiously welcoming a third finger into my steaming hole. I'd been pulling frantically at my nipples and aureoles to quench their delightful tingling, but soon my fingers clutched at her soft, chestnut curls as my orgasm slowly reached its peak. Crying her name amidst blissful whimpers, a large... something – it seemed like a knot – of heat seemed to form in my womb. It grew larger as it coursed down my birth canal, seeming to assume the size of a grapefruit, and filled me with white-hot flame and pulsing blood. As it reached my pussy I froze, holding Claudia's head against my spasming lips and arching my body to lean back on my shoulders. My cunt seemed to explode in her mouth, and I felt as if my clit would burst to spray blood all over the bed.

Her fingers still worked in and out of me, as my vaginal muscles clutched at them, trying to draw them deeper. I writhed against her face as my cunt continued spasming, and my entire body jerked up and down repeatedly, which caused her to withdraw her fingers and reach under my quivering flanks and link her fingers above my mound, just to hang on. "Good, Deirdre. Good. Good. Give it all to me," Claudia whispered. And, all I could do was whimper, since I felt so drained, yet my pussy continued its drooling. As I came down, still experiencing aftershocks from the incredible climax, I stretched my tense leg muscles and hips, almost collapsing into a slumber.  

Minutes later as she lay with her head on my crotch, I heard something in the other room. It sounded like pages turning. Alarmed, I looked at the doorway and saw a reflection of light flickering on an adjoining wall. I got up quickly, tearing the bedspread off the other bed and covering myself with it. I peered around the door jamb and saw Jack in a chair next to the gas fireplace, reading a magazine by its light. Panic struck me. How long had he been here? I wondered. What can I possibly tell him? Looking back at the naked Claudia, who was stretched drowsily... and oh, so languorously... on the bed, looking with drugged eyes at the nails on one hand, I knew what I wanted to do. I knew what I must do. After all, I'd told her I'd help her all that I could. In retrospect, at that moment I could hardly wait to feel both of their bodies against mine. 

Jack looked up as I walked slowly toward him, wrapped ridiculously in the bedspread. Shame over my brief lesbian fling had momentarily overtaken experience, since in reality Jack knew every square centimeter of my body. "Hi!" he said softly. "Came in a while ago and saw you were busy. Didn't want to interrupt," he mumbled very quietly. 

I dropped to my knees in front of him and opened my temporary wrap, holding it in my hands as I placed my hands on his shoulders. His soft, blameless, tone caused tears to immediately form and drip down my cheeks. "Ohhh, Jack," I gasped, "I love you so much!" I leaned up to kiss him deeply and tasted white wine on his breath. Apparently he and Bo had drunk quite a bit. "Please come in the bedroom, darling," I plead, as he wiped my sudden tears. "I want us all to be together," I said, standing and leading him to his feet as the bedspread dropped to the floor. As we entered the bedroom, Claudia scrambled to cover herself and looked frightened, much like the proverbial deer in the headlights. "Don't worry, Claudia... you know Jack," I said, as if all three of us were clothed. She whimpered something, then gave up trying to be modest, instead kneeling on her heels, which emphasized to us both the outrageously stunning curves of her breasts, waist, and thighs. Jack started to mumble something, but I placed two fingers on his lips to quiet him, and started to undress him.

His shirt and tie came off easily, as Claudia's eyes drank in the chiseled muscles of his shoulders, chest, and waist. His slacks and boxers were next, and she gasped audibly as his half-erect cock sprang forth from its fetters. Shoes and socks went quickly. "Mmmm, Mr. Taylor. You have an awfully nice body," the girl murmured, appreciatively. She then raised one clenched fist, bit the skin lightly on the back of it, and began to fidget – almost shake – visibly. "I'm so nervous," she said, as I led Jack to the bed, turning on a lamp for soft light since it'd gotten dark. "I'm so new at this!" she exclaimed, sounding much like a virgin. I had my doubts about that, however, given the fantastic orgasm she'd caused in me previously. But, I guess we'd find out, I thought, as I brought Jack to the edge of the bed. He wasn't disappointing us, since with no coaxing touches, he was nearly erect, a sight that captivated Claudia to the extent that her breath rasped in her throat. 

I knelt on the bed facing her and leaned to my left to flick my tongue out at Jack's palpitating cock. His member responded immediately by bobbing up and down twice, causing the girl to reach out and almost touch it, but she withdrew her hand. "God! It is so beautiful," she said, almost in awe. Then, whether it was curiosity, fascination, or to satisfy a sudden oral impulse, she quickly leaned forward and opened her full pink lips to kiss the head. Jack closed his eyes and moaned, which caused her to look up at him inquiringly. He still stood with his knees touching the mattress. Satisfied that he was okay, she leaned forward on all fours and raised her head to absorb more than half of his veiny, throbbing member. She pulled off of him, then slid her hot mouth as far onto him as she could, stretching her lips to leave only a couple of inches still to protrude from her wet, sucking throat. My hand was on one of Jack's thighs, and I felt the telltale trembling of his weakening knees. Anxious to get him in bed, I separated the two, causing Claudia to moan out of frustration, and I leaned forward to kiss her as Jack joined us, stretching out full length. I tasted Jack's sweat and perhaps a drop of cum on her lips, and we all three grappled with one another, our hands eager to grasp as much willing, naked communal flesh as they could. 

By this time Claudia and I were both very high on Ecstasy... and rolling. The subdued light seemed to flicker, illuminating our physical highlights deliciously. The pale yellow rays appeared to make our skins tingle. Not only that, but I fancied all my body's orifices itching wildly – even my mouth! – as they buzzed in anticipation of being filled. I kissed Jack deeply and drew him toward Claudia, wanting to see him pleasure her... wanting to see him enter her. "Do her for me, Jackie," I whispered. "She wants you so badly!" I cooed, imagining that I'd feel each and every stroke... or lick... or plunge that he visited on her soft, delectable frame. 




Deirdre's Downfall Ch. 08



Jack took the cue and licked slowly down her face, from her lips down her neck to her clavicle, causing her to moan as he slowly sucked briefly at a smooth armpit. The girl's arms were stretched over her head, her eyes were closed, and she was panting little short gasps through her slightly open mouth as she arched her back. Her breasts were being lavishly attended to by Jack as the small of her back raised off the bed. His large hands were milking them, drawing their long nipples up from her aureoles to stab pinkly at the ceiling. His cheeks hollowed as he sucked them, bringing long moans from deep in her chest. 

My reverie was disturbed by a sudden impulse, and I curled down to where Jack's long cock was rubbing against one of her thighs as they lay spread for him. I sucked long and hard on him, until I heard him gasp, then changed my focus to Claudia's wet snatch. From between her moist, chestnut-colored pubic curls, her plump outer lips were swollen and pink on the inside of her slit. I spread them slightly with my fingers and was astounded when I saw her very large clit. It was about the size of a small marble, and protruded well beyond the surrounding female foreskin. This is "a very big man in a very small boat," I thought, lewdly, remembering one of the many euphemisms reserved for that particular feminine part. I stabbed at it with the tip of my tongue and Claudia yelled, thrusting her hips upward as a spasm struck her. Easy! I told myself, and lavished a few slow, wet licks across it as I slid my fingers up and down over Jack's stiff cock. At that, she moaned, long and low, and I decided to leave them to their joy for a few moments.

As I pulled my dildo, butt plug, and lube out of the bag, I realized that I'd just tasted another woman's pussy for the first time. Claudia tasted good! A bit more tart than myself, perhaps, but that was maybe because she was less active than me, I told myself. I slipped the lubricated butt plug into my rectum carefully, remembering Mandy's cautionary warning. Though large, it went in easily and I felt wonderfully full in my back passage. I made a mental note to pull it out at exactly the right moment and have Jack do me there a little later. It seemed ages since we had. Then I inserted the dildo into my vagina, very slowly, feeling each prominent ridge as it slid past my inner lips. I pushed it in entirely, so that the nub that contacts my clit brushed it and stimulated little spasming shocks. Then I began a slow, in and out movement as I lay on my back next to Claudia, watching her rise to bliss in my lover's arms. He was treating her very well, I thought.

At that moment Jack kissed down past her navel and licked through her bush, finally stopping to close his lips around her clit, which caused her thighs to clench his head and for her to whimper quietly. He then began laving her entire open cunt with sloppy tonguings, at which she mewled continuously. I stopped my own pleasurings, leaving my plastic implements inside, and leaned over Claudia to kiss her deeply and massage her full breasts. I closed my filled loins over one of her thighs and hunched against it, moving the big dildo inside me slightly, which tickled my clit each time I did so. Again, she stretched her arms over her head, linking her fingers, and abandoned herself to both of us in a most trusting way... until she came on Jack's tongue. She was very quiet, making the most unusual squeaking sound in her throat as each spasm hit her. It's as if she'd constricted the air in her lungs and with every bolt of pleasure a little bit escaped to sound like a metallic "eeek." It seemed to go on for minutes. I'd never imagined that one could climax for so long. I was fascinated and wanted to learn her secret. 

As Claudia relaxed, I pulled away from her to kiss lightly over her face. She looked at me through squinted eyes and whispered, pleadingly, "Please have him put it in me! Please have him fuck me!" I leaned back to look at Jack, who had heard her plea, and he got to his knees, pulling her widespread saddle toward his angry, red cock. I knew the anticipatory joy the girl was feeling as she looked lustfully at the pulsating, almost purple, corona poised between her fleshy outer lips. Then she hissed, "Ooohh, yessss! Mr. Tayl... ohhhh... Jack! Yessss!" as my lover slowly sank his rod into her clasping sheath to his scrotum. God, she's deep! I mused, as Jack took two or three more languid strokes into her, swirling his hips as he withdrew.

"Jeezus... Claudia! You're so... aaangh... tight!" Jack exclaimed as he stirred into her, a bit more rapidly now.

"Mmmm-hmm!" she mewled, as her hands went to his forearms, trying to pull him even more deeply into her clasping, sucking cunt. Her stomach muscles trembled visibly in the dim light, and her grasping hands shook involuntarily. "You... you're... only my... second... guy!" she whined, her eyes flashing carnally as she thrust her plump cunt upward, its engorged lips opening to accept him. 

I was taken back by her confession, and at this point felt a bit left out. I could have brought myself to a screaming orgasm with a bit of work but... I felt a little jealous. I wanted some personal attention too! So, I pulled the dildo from my pussy, slowly, since its half-inch deep ribs feel so good when withdrawn, and straddled Claudia's face, splitting my shaved pussy lips with two fingers as I sat. Her long, wet tongue eagerly reamed my vagina. And, as she supped, the darling little devil reached up to pump the butt plug in and out of my anus, doubling my pleasure. I was also in a very convenient spot for Jack. He embraced me and began plumbing my mouth and throat deeply with his tongue, leaving pools of his wine-soaked saliva in my mouth. I loved the taste as we three fused in a surging, pulsating love dance. For a moment, before I felt my body abandoning itself to Claudia's ministrations, I thanked Jack silently for having drunk a lot of wine. I dimly remembered him having told me that with a belly full of white wine, his sexual stamina was inexhaustible. Likewise for Claudia and me, I thought, except that our drug of choice this evening was Ecstasy. 

Finally, Jack began fucking her hard. He plunged full-length into her time after time, and she met his thrusts each time with inexhaustible energy, crashing her pelvis up to meet his with her feet braced flat on the bed. She was noisy, too. Was she ever noisy! She shouted like a woman possessed, "Uummph!... uummph!... uummph!" into my vagina as Jack's slick, tan cock split her juicy cunt relentlessly. I think he was wondering if she'd ever climax, because after a while he lifted himself and pulled her legs together around his embedded cock, placing his thighs outside hers. I heard her groan into my pussy as the top of his shaft grazed her swollen clit, then he began a rapid-fire drilling into her, all the while scraping her swollen bud, until she began screaming into my dripping pussy. As if from a contact high, my own orgasm then hit me, painting the inside of my closed eyelids with flashes of lightning as I ground my vulva down onto Claudia's screeching mouth. Jack kept fucking her, and both of us women continued cumming until we collapsed, leaving Jack to fall beside us, his indefatigable cock still rigid and laying back flat on his stomach.

I wanted it again, though this time I wanted it in my ass. I scrambled up to straddle him, facing his feet, and slowly inserted his slick member all the way into my lubed rectum. Once seated, I lay back on his chest and spread my legs, pulling Claudia's face into my center so that we were in a "69" position. Because of her greater height, I was disappointed that I couldn't tongue her, though I soon became content to watch her flexing tummy as I heard Jack's tongue noisily laving her gash. I groped to one side and my hand located my ribbed dildo, which I blindly handed to Jack. It soon found a home in the wet depths of her cunt as we three began a slow, rocking motion, which lasted for many minutes. 

This all seemed so effortless, so sublime, so natural, I thought, as we undulated forward and backward. I leaned my head back and pushed Claudia's hips up slightly, so that I could see Jack working the dildo in and out of her. He'd stopped licking her clit, for the moment being satisfied that the plastic nub on the love instrument was stimulating her. And her continuous moans reflected similar satisfaction. She was thrusting her pelvis down and forward in a manic, plunging fashion, lost in the involuntary rhythm of another quest for climax. She progressed further, and her mouth became more demanding on my dripping pussy, and – as I watched her quivering belly begin its pre-orgasmic throes – my own fires were being fanned in my entire lower body. I turned my head the other way, since we were angled on the bed, and once again was treated to the incredible sight – this time of the three of us, sandwiched – copulating in the mirror on the closet door. "Ohhh... Gawwwd... look at... us!" I shouted, wanting them to share my visual joy, but was answered only by the grunts of my two lovers as we reached our respective pinnacles. 

Claudia was first, and screamed, "Aaaaahhhhhhgh," repeatedly, as she lifted her face from my crotch and thrashed her head from side to side. I was a second behind her, hollering for Jack to fuck my ass harder, and felt as if I'd be crushed between them as our bodies thoughtlessly clamored for ultimate release. All three of us lay in a pile, moaning and shivering, until our symbiotic fireworks ceased. Minutes passed before I realized that Jack hadn't cum... that he was still hard, throbbing deeply in my now relaxed ass. I eased Claudia off of me, and she collapsed limply next to us. I disengaged from Jack and... nonplussed... watched his mammoth cock once again slap back against his stomach. I nestled my head into his armpit and softly palmed the magnificent organ that I worshipped.

"God, Jack," I murmured. "Jackieee," I whispered, realizing I'd used that diminutive name with him several times and wondering if he minded. "I love you so much, baby. Do you know that?" I questioned.

He looked down at me, smiled, and kissed me very tenderly, which Claudia observed with a contemplative look. "Thank you, Mr. Tayl... uhh... Jack," she whispered, shyly. "I've never cum with a man before, and a dildo's way beyond my experience," she admitted, blushing slightly.

"Well, ladies," Jack said, a bit embarrassed at the profuse attention as he leaned back against the headboard, "Having two women in bed isn't a habit I've quite mastered, but I'm willing to practice," he said, grinning. Then, he looked down at his erection, at which point I kissed him quickly and ran to the bathroom, wetting a washcloth in hot water and returning. As I got to the bed, Claudia had just broken from a kiss which she'd planted on him while I'd been out. I noticed that her right hand had been wrapped around his cock, and that her fingers were now lightly caressing his tan scrotum. "Dee Dee," Jack said, "the last thing I would've believed was that this would happen. You and Claudia are gonna' have to sort this thing out, and I'll abide by your decisions. But until morning I'm gonna' take advantage of the opportunity, okay?" 

I looked at Claudia and she returned the glance, knowing as women do that such details should never be discussed in front of a member of the opposite sex. I cleaned Jack's now half-limp cock and my caresses quickly made him erect again. "Sure, Jack, I understand," I said, quietly, and pointed his member slightly toward Claudia, who immediately knew what to do. Women are so perceptive, I thought, ambivalently thankful that I'd made this new friend.

Claudia slowly leaned down and slid her full lips down over Jack's cock, drawing from him a protracted moan as she continued until her nose met his pubic hair. I could tell he was in her throat, since her eyes were wide open, focused on nothing, but staring straight ahead as she concentrated on working her throat muscles around his thick love muscle. Then, she pulled off of him, gasping air and giggling, embarrassed, as if we'd caught her with her hand in the cookie jar. She repeated the slow, gulping motion and withdrew again, scanning Jack's eyes for approval. "Am I doing it right?" she asked naively, and thrust her mouth down over him once again, to pull off of him a third time. 

Jack moaned again and exhaled, "O-o-ho-ho-ho, yeah, sweetie," he chuckled. "You're doing just fine... " he said, ending the statement with a mild choking sound as she throated him again. Fifteen minutes later, she fell onto the bed on her stomach, groaning, and confessed that she couldn't do it anymore. Her jaw was too sore. "It's okay, Claudia," he soothed. "This night's for you and Dee Dee, anyway."

The drug had driven me to a sexual frenzy. I felt like a woman who would be going to prison the following day, who needed to fuck the entire night before... just to store up lascivious memories. I slid a thick pillow under Claudia's loins and lay face down on her back, my breasts squashed against her shoulder blades. I wrapped both my arms around her under her body, one hand plucking at a nipple and the other fingers slipping into her slit, at which she groaned. I glanced quickly over my shoulder at Jack to communicate my desire, and he quickly rubbed some lube on both of our anuses, taking gentle care to smooth some inside. I now concentrated on whispering naughtily into Claudia's ear, knowing that my lover wouldn't disappoint either of us.

"Sweet, lovely, Claudia," I murmured. "You're one lucky girl," I said, as she inhaled sharply as Jack first entered her pussy. "Jack's about to give us the fuck of a lifetime. You want it?" I questioned, tauntingly, to which she moaned something into the bedclothes. "Feel his big cock way up in your cunt?" I continued. "I get that every time I see him!" I bragged, torturously. Then, as if on cue, Jack slipped out of her vagina and slowly entered her anus, at which she raised her head straight up and groaned loudly. As his balls repeatedly made contact with her baby-smooth ass, my hands began stroking one breast and her clit, which made her grunt as if she'd been probed by a club. "Tell me how you like it, sweetie," I taunted. "I'm doing this for you... tell me how it feels!" I rasped, uttering a purposeful feminine growl in my throat.   

"Uuun-huuh! Uuun-huuh! Uuun-huuh!" the girl grunted. "Oh!... Oh!... Oh!... Fuck!" she exclaimed, "I can't... talk! It's... It's... so... so-o-o-o... g-o-o-o-o-d!" she continued, as my fingers flicked against her drooling pussy. Then Jack revisited her cunt, which made her hiss with pleasure: "Yesssss! Ohhh, Gawwd!" she moaned, reaching behind herself and between us to finger my slit, which I thankfully opened for her further by spreading my legs widely around her buttocks. 

Moaning behind me, Jack took my movement as an invitation and drove his cock into me to my cervix. It drove me crazy. I began pounding backward against him, as Claudia strummed my clit, and I actually hurt myself inside as I tried to get him to punch through into my womb. With Claudia's manipulations, though, I slowed and began feeling the pangs... the buzzes... of an orgasmic wave. I slowed even more, and Jack matched my tempo, just sliding into me until he could go no further, until I gradually felt my cervical sphincter dilate and grant him admission. I nodded rapidly and moaned, "Ye-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s, Ja-a-a-a-a-ck," as we meshed deeply. Then, my orgasm gripped me and I screamed, accelerating my plunges again until I thought his cock would enter my throat from below. I froze, ceased screaming, and my hips just trembled as I peaked, at which point Jack withdrew quickly and began goring my ass, which clenched at him as my colon spasmed inside. As I came down, Jack pulled from me to re-enter Claudia, once again into her welcoming, sopping cunt, to finally bring her to orgasm. I strummed her clit as she climaxed but – realistically – had little to do with it since Jack was working her G spot tirelessly. As before, the girl seemed to orgasm for minutes, then collapsed, her soft young body going limp as she lapsed into a dreamy afterglow. 

After we lay there a while, stroking one another, suddenly I felt maniacally devilish. I ran to the bathroom again and grabbed two long, white terry bathrobes that the hotel had provided. Claudia was dead to the world, periodically moaning from recent rapturous memories. I said to Jack, "Put this on!" handing him a robe. "I'm gonna' fuck you in public, where people can see us... if we're lucky!" I said, suddenly very enthusiastic. "C'mon!" I giggled, grabbing him by the hand and dragging him to the front door.

I peered outside. Our rooms were on the fourth floor, at the end of a long balcony that looked out over the indoor lobby of the seven-story hotel. We could see down to the ground floor, as well as across the lobby to all floors facing us. The entire lobby, as well as each balcony, was decorated with tropical palms and other greenery set in large planters. One such planter stood close to our door. The lobby floor had tables scattered about, some under umbrellas. I looked down at the lobby and was excited to see a couple sitting at one of the tables, even though it was late in the evening. We might have a small audience! I thought, perversely.

It was quiet outside, but the noise of music could be heard from the bar. Jack stood behind me, his arms around my waist, and I rubbed my butt against him for the longest time... until I felt his hardness stir against me. I reached back and inside his robe to softly stroke his cock, which was stiff and erect. Standing next to our potted palm, I turned him against the railing and knelt to take him into my mouth. He was delicious... and I became delirious at the naughtiness of my act. I reached between my legs as I squatted and my fingers came back drenched with my juices, which I placed in Jack's mouth. "Please take me now, baby," I whispered. "Fuck me good and hard. I want you so much."

It was glorious. We were partially hidden by the palm but, if a person looked closely, there would be no mystery as to what we were doing. I felt him lift the back of my robe and slide his palpitating cock head up my crack, and I opened my legs to stand on the bottom horizontal part of the wrought iron railing. Jack then slid into me, in one smooth thrust, and his entry pushed all of the air from my lungs. My heart beat at twice its normal rate as we established a smooth, relaxed rhythm. I looked down, anxiously, wondering if I could attract the couple's attention... just to share my prurient fantasy... but they were oblivious to what was occurring at the end of the fourth floor balcony. I let the robe's belt come loose, and it opened completely, draped from my shoulders, and showed my breasts bouncing as Jack plumbed me. Without knowing it, my excitement caused me to grunt audibly as he hit my cervix on each push, and I began to thrash. My hair, which had been up all day, was now loose and began to fly back and forth as my passion grew. Then, as if anticipating what I wanted, Jack began taking much shorter strokes and hammering me rapidly, until the sounds coming from my mouth were an endless stream of moans which sounded like a semi-muted wail. I almost yelled in frustration as the couple rose from their table in the lobby and disappeared.

It was at this point that I saw Jack's friend, Bo, walking unsteadily toward his room, directly across from us on the other side of the lobby but down two floors. He unlocked his door and, apparently accidentally, glanced across and up to see us. I looked down at him through half-closed eyes as I moaned quietly, open mouthed, and it must have been obvious to him that Jack and I were locked together, rutting. He stepped back into the shadow of his open door and continued to watch us. Emboldened, and feeling really dirty, I let my robe slip off my shoulders to bare my naked, bouncing tits to him, then slipped the robe off completely to the side, so that he could look up and see Jack's cock entering my bare cunt between my splayed legs. I almost screamed from the excitement of him knowing he could see us fucking! He leaned against his door jamb and his face was obscured by the shadow, though I knew he was watching me. I then saw him unzip his fly and fish out his half-hard penis, which he fisted erect after a couple of minutes. My eyes never left his stroking hand, as I'm sure his didn't leave the junction of Jack's cock penetrating my dribbling shaven pussy. 




Deirdre's Downfall Ch. 10



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"Are you happy with our little office family here, Dee?" my boss, Dr. Neil McCarthy, asked me.

"Absolutely, Dr. Neil," I said. "Can't imagine doing anything else. In fact, I'd like to stay 'til I retire, just like Mandy's doing." It'd always been easy to talk with Dr. Neil, but today I was very nervous, expecting him to discipline me severely for my having taken a handful of painkilling drugs from the pharmaceutical cabinet.

Dr. Neil, as we called him, was the son, also a dentist, of Dr. Sean McCarthy - now retired - who had opened the office over thirty years ago. I now managed the dental practice that Dr. Neil had inherited as a junior partner. 

"How long have you been with us?" he asked.

"Seven years," I said, at the same time that he blurted out the answer to his own question. He snickered and blushed, indicating his own agitation, which I'd seldom seen in Dr. Neil. Our relationship had always been garnished with humor - partly to overcome his shyness, I think - so this Saturday morning's awkward atmosphere was not only unusual, but especially difficult for the both of us. He'd summoned me to the office today to talk about the missing drugs, among other things. "Remember, you hired me when you were right out of dental school!" I reminded him. Dr. Neil was five years my senior, about 37.

"Uuuh, right," he said, quietly. "Mandy tells me you're going through some terribly rough times right now," he said. "She told me about your awful attack...your r-r-rape," he stuttered slightly, a dead giveaway that he was very bothered, "and how you've dealt with the shock by using Percodan," he continued. He seemed completely unable to look me in the eye as he spoke. Mandy had said that he'd been extremely angry and shattered by the news of my assault two weeks previously. 

"I've...I've also decided to get a divorce, Dr. Neil," I said, probably telling him more than I should at this juncture. "It's just that...Frank and I are so cruel to each other. It's just not working anymore. I'm hoping it'll be amicable, but...I just don't know." I spared him the prurient details.

"God! That's an awful lot of stress for you all at once, Dee!" he mumbled, removing his glasses and rubbing his eyes with his fists. Then, he looked at me and blurted, "Look, one thing at a time. I've got to tell you, I'm...I'm very disappointed at your...your lifting Percodan from the cabinet. Those are prescription drugs that I'm responsible for, and you are too, since you're my most trusted employee." Then he changed his tone: "On the other hand...God, Dee...I'm so, so sorry!" His voice almost cracked with emotion as he spoke.

"I know, Dr. Neil," I muttered, interrupting him and hoping that at least I'd averted being fired. "But I've been desperate! At the end of my rope! I panicked - literally - and needed something to anesthetize myself so badly...and I didn't know where to turn...where else to turn."

"You should've come to me, Dee," he murmured. His surprising words were very kind, though they now seemed ineffectual as my crises had taken on much larger dimensions. "I would have helped you," he continued. I glanced at him and saw something - a very tender look - in his eyes, which he intentionally disguised by removing and wiping his glasses as I looked more intently. "You know, when I hired you, I thought you were...". He hesitated as he slipped his glasses back on and opened a file in front of him, staring at a smiling picture of me taken eight or so years before. I realized that he was looking through my personnel file. "I thought you were...one of the finest people I'd ever met," he continued, smiling slightly to himself. "Your education, personality, intelligence, your presence...your...your incredible beauty." He hesitated, pulling himself together, then said rather stiffly, "Ahhh, you've done our business a lot of good over the years, Dee," glancing quickly over at me. "And I want to thank you." 

"Thank you, Dr. Neil. But I haven't been an angel," I said, feeling both guilty and self-contemptuous. "Particularly recently." For some reason I suddenly wanted to confess everything to him and said, "I...I've been having an...an affair, and - worse - I've found out a lot of scary stuff about myself...and sex. Especially about sex," I emphasized. "My behavior's gotten out of control." 

Slightly embarrassed and trying to avoid details, he said, "Mandy's told me a little about some of your...uuh, problems, Dee, and I want you to know I'll keep them very confidential. Are you...ummm...seeing a therapist?" he asked.

"The rape-crisis doctor next door," I admitted. "But we've barely gotten started." 

"Well, she should be able to help you," he said. "But for now we've got to get you on something that's healthier than Percodan. Did you take any of that this morning?" he asked.

I shook my head, indicating no. I wished that I had popped a pill, though, since I was feeling anxious and very shaky. 

"Good," he said. "Beginning now, taper off gradually 'til it's out of your system. Then, for your panic attacks, I recommend Klonopin. My wife takes it and it's pretty benign, though can be habit-forming. Here's a sample. Take it and see how you feel later. If it's okay, I'll write you a prescription."

I took the tablet and walked to the bathroom for a cup of water, glad to be out of Dr. Neil's cramped, closet-sized office. I sensed that he, too, was glad to take a break from me, since our conversation had been so serious. Under normal circumstances, by this time one of us would have lightened the mood with an attempt at wit or a joke. Today's heavy conversation was far from the norm and I felt a rising tension between us that had become almost palpable. 

I'm really lucky to have such a great boss, though, I thought. He's so...so concerned. He's superficially jovial most of the time, but when an employee is having difficulties, he can be very supportive, attentive, and...caring. And he's cute, I smiled to myself, having seldom thought of him in that way, kind of like a cuddly cousin...a leprechaun...so different from my ideal man, the tall, blond-ish, hunky type.

Back in his office, he asked, "Has Mandy ever told you about her social groups, Dee?"

"Well, we went to a lunch club one day, and it got pretty, uuh...raucous," I answered, hoping Mandy hadn't told him about me giving a blow job to our French waiter, who'd done double duty as a male stripper at the wild, women-only party. 

"That's not the group I mean," he said. Again he hesitated, searching for the right words. "Thirty years ago my Dad joined an exclusive, secret club. He'd just hired Mandy for his office. She was 21 at the time. As you know, she's been with the business ever since, ending up the financial manager. She's also been an assistant member of that secret club all this time."

Not fully understanding, I asked, "What does an assistant member do?" I anticipated that Dr. Neil was going to ask me to...to fill in for Mandy, or...whatever.

"First, the 'Club,'" he said. "It's a group run by...very well-connected people, for its own amusements. Its focus is, and always has been, on...on private, uuh, entertainment. On sex," Dr. Neil whispered, obviously embarrassed to be discussing this with me. My heart quickly skipped a beat as my attention was suddenly riveted on what he was saying about sex, which had recently become my favorite subject...my obsession.

"Given my Dad's long-time membership, I was inducted into the group a few years ago, but haven't been active at all," he said. "You know, with my wife and kids I didn't have the inclination, and the cost, and, well...it just hasn't seemed appropriate," he murmured, glancing up quickly to see if I understood. I envied him his family so much, and was sorry that my karma had recently steered me away from parenting and twisted me in the direction of a wanton, salacious life. "An assistant member does what he or she is asked by the senior membership," he explained. "That includes participating in...in ceremonies, and...and shows, and...stuff like that."

"Dr. Neil. Are you asking me to be an assistant member in your Club?" I asked, boldly, wanting to pierce through the mystery of this nervous conversation that was laced with euphemisms.

"Umm, yeah...yes. I'd like you to consider it. I, uuh, my kids are older now...and, my wife...well...she has her women's organizations, and says that I need some time away...you know...a...like a hobby...or something." Then he blurted out, "I'd like you to give some thought to auditioning." 

"Let me get this straight, Dr. Neil. As an assistant, I'd be providing sex on demand for almost any member who asked, right?" I asked, wishing that he'd just come out and say it.

"Oh, it's much more discreet and...and...elegant than that, Dee," he objected. "There are, uuh, many advantages. Certain benefits. Long-term rewards," he said. At a total loss for words, he said, "Here. This is the Club's 'Blue Book of Rules,'" he said, handing me a small, paperbound volume. "It explains everything. Read it here at the office if you want, but please return it to me before you leave," he cautioned. "Dr. Neil!" I snickered, reverting to our more typical, joking conversational style. "Permit me to remind you for the thousandth time that you're a terrible salesman," I teased. Then, chortling, I asked, "Read a rule book? I'm supposed to base my decision on that?"

He blushed and said, "Dee, you have no idea how hard this is for me!" He ruminated silently for a moment, then said, "Okay, I'll show you something. Scoot around here and we'll look at a CD recently done of one of the Club shows. Remember, this is super confidential," he said, as I squeezed my chair next to his so I could see his computer screen. 

The CD began with a spotlight on a woman...no credits, no intro music, no superficialities. She was tall, gorgeous and blonde, wearing a half mask and a plain, black evening sheath dress. Three female "assistants," I assumed - also masked - were preparing her for a performance. There was a good deal of stroking, kissing and tonguing between them, and soon the woman's dress was removed to reveal only black lace, thigh high stockings. Her luscious breasts and mature curves looked to be those of a woman of about 35. Her rich mane of hair was a delicious blend of yellow, amber, maple and chestnut colors.

The performance area was a blank stage with a chaise at the center...a no-frills set. My interest was piqued as another woman, an attractive, masked brunette, lay between the blonde's legs and began slowly licking her neatly-trimmed gash, shown in close-up on a split screen. The other half-screen showed a close-up of the stunning blonde's face, contorted in pleasure and gasping as she bit her lower lip in response to the brunette's tonguing. The other two assistants soon became busy sucking and kneading the blonde's breasts, much to her delight, and stroking her abdomen and thighs, which were trembling with anticipation. 

Pretty tame stuff, I thought...but not without merit! I thought of the CD of my "performance" at the gloryhole that my soon-to-be-ex-husband had forced me to give. Soon I noticed the woman between the blonde's legs brandishing a most interesting dildo. It was clear, and looked to be made of glass. It was not very long, but was thick, and ended in what looked like a square glans penis, with the edges smoothed off. Its base flared out widely and had a series of holes around its flat surface to accommodate fingertips. By inserting the probe in the vagina, the user could - in effect - dial it, around and around, like an old-fashioned phone, and the bumps on the square-ish head would massage the inner G Spot with varying, interrupted pressures. A few seconds of use on the blonde and it was having a profoundly exciting effect. I leaned forward and my thigh pushed hard against Dr. Neil's, causing him to lean back and cross his legs to put some space between us. I was fascinated, and the blonde on the screen was appreciative, as she began an incessant moaning while pressing her right cheek against the chaise and hunching her vulva against the toy embedded in her.

"Mmmm-mmm!" I moaned, and shifted excitedly in my seat. Dr. Neil was leaning back in his chair and I felt him place his hand softly on my back, just above the bra strap that was covered by the sleeveless yellow sweater that I'd worn this morning. His hand felt comforting, familiar, unthreatening, and...male! I thought, wickedly. I glanced at him quickly, acknowledging his touch, curious as to what his intention might be. "How's the Klonopin working?" he asked softly.

"What? Oh, the drug? Fine!" I said, now aware of a warm, dull throb, a peaceful feeling - hopefully from the drug - that had overtaken my body, eliminating any anxiety. It was the kind of feeling that I usually got when Jack started to excite me physically. Who was I kidding? I was starting to feel horny!

"Good!" he said, and began stroking my back with his hand, showing no particular plan or design. I was about to tell him to move his hand lower, since I had a twitchy muscle that needed attention just above my right gluteal dimple, but then a naked man appeared on the screen. He was clearly preparing himself to bury his penis in the now-very-ready blonde woman who was lying with open legs on the chaise, writhing with pleasure wrought from the dildo that slowly turned inside her vagina, cyclically massaging her G Spot. 

"Jeezusss," I hissed, as I saw the man on the screen stroking his gigantic cock. It looked to be a foot long, and perhaps three inches in diameter. The assistant between the woman's legs removed the dildo, causing a whine to emanate from the blonde's mouth, but her disappointment was short-lived. The man then stirred the mushroom head of his probe around in the wet, splayed folds of her pink pussy, drawing from her depths a profusion of liquid. He then pushed - without rushing - into the woman until she groaned deeply and pressed her palms against his stomach, indicating that she could take no more. A few more slow thrusts and he was all the way inside her, his balls caressing her upturned saddle as her raised thighs clamped the sides of his hips and her heels pulled at his buttocks. She frantically pulled him to herself by his shoulders as her mouth exuded continuous high cries of pleasure. The camera then focused on her cunt, which pulled at his cock as he stroked out of her, milking at his root as if trying to memorize the intricate, veined bumps and patterns of its skin.

I was now very hot. My eyes were riveted to the screen and I was panting quietly. And, though I didn't know it, my hand had grabbed Dr. Neil's right thigh and I was digging my nails into his leg through his black jeans. I leaned back in my chair and put my feet up on the edge of an open desk drawer in front of me. I'd dressed in a black, floor-length, wrap-around skirt this morning, covering me completely from waist to ankle, which was good since I was tempted to stick my hand under it and diddle myself. I leaned back in my chair with my knees raised slightly and knew that my sopping pussy was beginning to smell.

Dr. Neil broke the silence and murmured, "Seen enough, Dee?" He'd obviously grown uncomfortable with the rising sexual tension in the little office and was giving us both the opportunity to extricate ourselves from what was becoming an increasingly sticky situation. 

"N-No!" I stammered quickly, leaving no doubt that I wanted to see more. Without looking away from the screen, I grabbed his left hand, which he'd draped casually over one of his knees. I brought it to my chest with both of my hands, squeezing it as if trying to bring it to life, and pressed it against my spongy breasts, kneading them with his fingers. He inhaled sharply. I'd known for years that he'd been attracted to my tits, having caught the typical male glance at various times during the workday. But until recently I wouldn't have thought of leaving an extra button undone and wearing a lacy bra for his entertainment. Not until Jack Taylor entered my life. 

Regardless, Dr. Neil's present, hesitant willingness to let me squeeze my breasts, using his hand, was all the permission I needed to proceed even further. We both looked at the screen as a close-up of the man's cock split the blonde's dribbling snatch, and I groaned and looked over at him. Though the quarters were tight, my pussy was becoming intolerably itchy, and the side opening of my skirt, facing him, was just right. I turned kind of half toward him and spread my legs wider. Moving his hand down, I thrust it under my skirt so that his fingers went right to the thong I was wearing. In seconds two of his fingers were inside me, causing me to close my eyes and moan, and him to gasp: "Oh, God, Dee, you're so wet. Jeezuss! I've wanted you...for...for so long...for...nnngh, God!...all these years!" He struggled to pull me close and breathed heavily into my hair. 

"Mmmm, Dr. Neil," I murmured in my throat as his fingers twisted inside my heated, wet tunnel. "You should've told me. Mmmnnn. It might've saved us both a lot of time...and heartache." I removed his glasses and kissed him long and wetly as my buzzing vagina sucked at his twisting, probing digits.

After several minutes our need for more room overcame us. I helped him stand up, and uttered a little, sorrowful squeak as his fingers slipped from within me. I took both of them in my mouth, sucking them clean of my thick juice, and placed a palm on the bulge at his crotch. "I told you, Dr. Neil," I said, looking up at him. "I'm absolutely crazed...horny all the time...just a...just a slut. I don't know if I'm a nymphomaniac or not, but it's not just a coincidence that we're here like this. If you were someone else - even the janitor - I'd probably be doing the same. I only know that I want to suck and fuck you in the worst way, and I wanta' do it now!" I said with urgency, unzipping him and pulling his dick through his fly. 

"Haahh! Jayzuss, Mary and Joseph!" he cried, as I lowered my head and sucked his cock into my mouth as deeply as I could. Leaning forward, I pulled open a drawer on his desk next to one of his legs and placed my foot on it. This way I could finger myself while I blew him, as well as watch the couple on the screen as they progressed toward their climax. Apparently Dr. Neil didn't get many blow jobs, or he was addled by the fact that it was I who was doing him, because he just moaned at me in the sweetest way. He murmured, "Oh, Dee...sweet Dee...Dee, your mouth...my God...Dee...you're so...beautiful," as I rolled my tongue around him. He wasn't really long, maybe only six inches or so, but was thick and straight. I found him surprisingly easy to throat and massaged his balls gently in my hand as his corona slipped repeatedly past my epiglottis.

I worked with him for quite a while, slowly pushing his cock in and out of my throat. From the corner of my eye I saw the onscreen couple have their orgasm...a simultaneous number that had him bathing her head, neck, shoulders and tits with the largest cum deposit I'd ever seen. But Dr. Neil and I were happy with our little task. My mind worked as quickly as my mouth and tongue, imagining the moment - hopefully soon - when I'd feel my boss inside me, visiting on me that sublime, male plunging that I now lived for each day. And very soon we both erupted. He shot gobs of cum into my mouth while yelling my name, and pumped his entire thick, tasty load down my gullet. At the same time I flicked my bulbous clit into submission, drawing from myself a wrenching, mewling climax that was most satisfying for the first of the day. As I stopped panting, in the back of my mind I thought that I should begin recording my sexual insights from now on. If I did, Maxim Number One would be: "Even though you have to do it yourself, it's always a little better than usual when you're with a new guy."




Deirdre's Downfall Ch. 10



As we held one another, flinching slightly as our spasms waned, Dr. Neil giggled in his throat and said, "I really hope you join the Club, Dee. The first rule for an assistant member candidate is that he or she must go to bed with the sponsor in question before joining," he said, grinning. 

"Mmm, well...technically we haven't been to bed," I said. "But just ten feet away are some of the most comfortable...and expensive...dental chairs anywhere in the world. In fact, recently I've had fantasies about fucking in them," I pronounced, vulgarly. Each chair is about seven feet long, and is shaped like a very flat letter S...on its back. It can be raised, lowered, angled, etc., in any direction by the dentist. In the case of today, I was fortunate to be in the company of such a person. "C'mon, Dr. Neil. You wanted me before. Now it's my turn to want you," I said, dragging him into the cubicle closest to his small office and setting the agenda by beginning to undress. We could talk about the Club later. Right now I was extremely horny...and he seemed struck dumb by my body as I disrobed. He just stood in front of me, looking, his eyes burning into my flesh as I tossed my clothing to the floor. His hot, moist hands, though trembling, reached out to caress me and felt good on my shoulders, back, breasts and hips, though I had to overcome his bashfulness by undressing him and showing him what I wanted. 

I then took what I immediately discovered was Dr. Neil's very talented mouth onto my pussy as I lay on my back on the lower, upthrust part of the chair that normally supports the under portion of a patient's knees and calves. My head was slightly lower than my hips, but the height was perfect...and I felt that he was - almost literally - eating me...devouring me...digesting my moist inner folds...and swallowing them. My legs were spread so widely that I thought my hips would unhinge, and it seemed that his tongue was, repeatedly, right at the opening of my uterus. Apparently, once Dr. Neil got started, he was very quick to catch on. Once I got started, of course, it seemed as if I could entertain platoons of men. Recently, I'd seen the look on my face when in this mood...when my hormones had driven all rational thought from my head...and I know that my dazed expression showed pure animal vacuity as I looked up at him when he rose to get his breath. "Please fuck me, Dr. Neil," I plead. "I need you inside me," I whined, pulling him down to me and feeling his penis slide into me with absolutely no hesitation. "Uuu...uuuh-yesss!" I grunted, as his glans touched me deeply. "Ooohhh, Gaawwdd, yesss!" I mewled as he began to move in me. "Please, Dr. Neil...just fuck me...like that. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah."

As everyone knows, each body is different. Dr. Neil's is relatively small, no more than 5'9" tall, with some - but not much - muscle tone. His unique physical attribute is the extraordinary amount of hair he has on his torso. From his neck, which he shaves to below the collar-line, to his ankles, he is covered by a growth of thick black hair. I found it to be kind of a turn-on, as it rubbed against my tender nipples, exciting them to hardness, and I imagined myself engaged in some sort of bestial act with a non-human being...something alien and dangerous but intolerably sexy by my perverse standards. Fuck! He felt good! 

But my imaginative thoughts did little to alter what I really loved...the extraordinary joy that a man and a woman reach when they move easily with one another in the act of love. I realized at this moment that I hungered nearly as much for that rocking sensation as I did for shattering orgasms...though my experiences of the past few weeks showed me that I was an expert at achieving those, too. 

But what of my feelings of romantic love? My love for Jack, for example? Though deeply in my heart I always felt pangs for my lover, for the first time I realized that I'd probably not break my tight embrace of Dr. Neil for any reason. Even if Jack were to call me on my cell phone at this moment and ask me to come running, I'd not hesitate. And I didn't, break my embrace, that is. The phone in my purse signaled the unmistakable first four notes of Beethoven's Fifth Symphony - a call from someone - and I continued fucking up to my boss's driving hips. He started to pull out, evidently considerate and not the sort of man who'd neglect answering his own ringing phone. I shook my head slightly and pulled him back in, using my heels on his butt. 

If anything, after the ringing stopped, the threatened interruption had stimulated me. I wanted to cum, and didn't really care if Dr. Neil did or not. So, I wrapped an arm around my boss's neck and drew him to me closely. His hairy chest mashed my breasts, and they squished back and forth as he drove into me...showing me as time went on that he was no slouch in the stamina department.

Dr. Neil's ear was right at my lips, and I wanted to talk dirty to him. All our years of repartee in the office, with him lusting privately after me, now stirred in me a retributive impulse. I knew what I had to say. Like so many men - even Billy, my teenage neighbor - my boss apparently had harbored a hunger for me for as long as I'd worked for him. And, while for years I'd gone through the motions of being a faithful wife to an unfaithful, duplicitous husband, I'd learned that many other men - all except Jack, who'd been very forthright - had been jerking off to my image in their minds. Well, that was going to cease! Each time I discovered that a man had wanted me and had kept quiet about it, I would confront him with his diffidence! Well, within reason I would! And if my confrontations ended with fucking the guy in question, then so much the better! At least it would be honest! This might include brothers, or even closer male relatives, I thought lewdly! Damn it! I wasn't afraid of incest! What I was afraid of was the pathological mental cruelty that sexually repressed people visited on one another, and the vicious hypocrisy they used in judging the behavior of others...all the while cloaking their neuroses and vindictiveness with the niceties of bourgeois convention or institutionalized religion. Humans are made to fuck, whenever, wherever, with whomever; and to love one another when possible. 

So, I whispered seductively to him: "Mmmm, Dr. Neilll. You feel...so goood...fucking me. I bet you've wanted to...do me like this...for years, huh! Right here...in the office! Maybe on this...very chair! I bet you've...fucked your wife...at home...at night...in the dark, and imagined...her to be me!" I rasped, as I ground my soaking slit up against his groin. "Oooh, you like the way my...hot pussy feels? Huh?" I teased. "You know, Doctor...now that I'll be free...divorced...you won't have...to wish...any more!" I offered, embellishing the delicious fantasy. "Just ask me...an' I'll suck your cock...an' fuck you...anytime...anywhere!" I stuck my tongue in his ear and he moaned into my neck and accelerated his thrusting. "You gonna' cum, Dr. Neil?" I asked, tauntingly, "Gonna' cum for me? Mmmm, c'mon...lover, fill me up...fill me all the way up!"

But my boss had an agenda of his own. He was making sure we'd both remember this - probably his only adulterous fling since he'd been married - for a long while. He turned me on my side and grabbed my right ankle, lifting it high to begin driving into me sideways. He'd straddled the bottom portion of the chair, but quickly adjusted its height for maximum comfort so he could kneel. God! These chairs are great for fucking, I thought, as I slapped my cunt back at his loins. "Neil!" I rasped, forgetting the courtesy of calling him 'Doctor,' "Give me a mirror!" Each dental station has a mirror so that patients can see inside their mouths. He handed me one and I held it so I could see his pale, hairy cock split my swollen, dark red lips. They clung to him when he withdrew and seemed to open widely in anticipation of each new plunge. I placed my hand on my pussy so I could feel his cock enter me, and grabbed one of his hands to place it on our slippery junction. It was a good move, since his fingers started rubbing my clit. "Ahhh, fuck...Neil," I groaned. "Keep...doing me...Neil. Please...fuck me...just like that...ahhh, FUCK! YEAH!" I yelled, providing him much encouragement where little was needed. 

My nice little boss is going to make me cum! I thought, as the buzzing waves started at the top of my birth canal. Who could have foreseen this? Jeezuss, he feels so good! "Ohh...Neil! On my...back...again...please!" I gasped, wanting to feel him driving full-length into me while pressing me down against the chair...taking my breath away as I climaxed. I was now on my back again and gleefully accepting his cock between my widely spread legs. We'd been fucking for many minutes by now and our pace had become quite rapid. I lowered my pelvis to provide a smooth, straight entry for him and the room resonated with the rapid, hollow-sounding thwup-thwup-thwup-thwup-thwup noise of his loins popping against mine. "Gawd, Neil...I'm gonna' cum!" I said, looking him in the eye frantically. He just looked back at me blankly - mesmerized, with slackened jaw - and continued thrusting. 

"Yeah...Neil...I'm...yeah...ohhh...Neil...gonna'...cu'...I'm, Neil, I'm gonna'...cumm!...CUM-MING!...CUM-MING!...CU'ING!...you're mak...CUMMMIINNG! OH, GAWWDD!" I screeched, as my legs gripped his slim hips to stop their thrusting. I froze for 30 seconds or so...until my vagina had nearly pinched off his embedded penis. The orgasmic aftershocks forced me to plunge at him in spasms, to release in spurts the tension in my nearly paralyzed insides. Dr. Neil held me in his arms on the dentist's chair, leaning over me as I recovered, and kissed me lightly until I sighed, mewled and hugged him closely to let him know that I'd enjoyed the fantastic climax immensely.

Then, in retrospect, I did a terrible thing, knowing as I should have my boss's feelings for me. I flipped him off my body and disengaged from him. Climbing on all fours, I knelt facing away from his hyperventilating frame, his erect cock waving in the breeze, and grinned back at him while pulling apart my butt cheeks. "C'mon, Dr. Neil, fuck me in the ass! You know you want it! I want your load all the way up inside me!" He issued a high groan and scrambled to place himself at my rectum, then he entered me all the way in a very slow, very tender fashion. "Oooooohhhh, yeeeaaahhh, babyyyyy," I crooned like a whore. "That's what I want. Now, gimme all of yourself...all your cum!" I muttered, as I rocked to and fro on the fulcrum of my knees, my breasts finding nice, cushy solace in the palms of my boss's hands as we went at it like dogs. 

But he wasn't going to cum this way. We must have fucked for many minutes, at which point I began to get sore. I finally plead with Dr. Neil to try something else, and he lay on his back on the chair, his erect penis sticking straight up. I faced his feet and straddled him, and sat on him as my gaping cunt swallowed his tireless cock. I was hoping at this point that he wouldn't get bored. I'd come to learn recently that not everyone had the same boundless desire for coitus as did I. But thankfully he didn't succumb to boredom, and I noisily yelped and whimpered at him as I rode him hard. Surprising me, he stuck a finger up my ass, which made me gasp and clamp more tightly on his prick. My buttocks slapped his loins ceaselessly until my clasping snatch finally milked a second steaming load of spunk from him as he grunted, "Aaagh, Dee...nnn, Dee, Dee, Dee," and, pulling his finger from my rectum, grasped my hips with an iron-like grip. He lay quietly for a long time, and didn't make a sound until we'd disengaged and I'd sucked him clean him with my mouth. He then asked quietly, "Well, Deirdre...you extraordinary young woman...you insatiable female...do you think you might like to join?"

"Do I get to say no to anything I don't want to do?" I asked, brightly.

"Sure!" he said. "Here's the Blue Book and another CD. Go to your desk and take a look at 'em. I'll call Mandy right now and tell her. She'll be overjoyed! Oh, and here's a prescription for Klonopin." Dr. Neil seemed really happy with me.

I took the materials he wanted me to study to the privacy of my work station, in order to make up my mind. But who was I kidding? I'd just had a very pleasant sexual interlude with my boss, who incidentally appeared more than a little smitten with me. I knew what my answer would be, but I'd need to learn a lot more. Mandy called on my line a few minutes later, having just spoken with Dr. Neil. She wanted to pick me up so we could visit the Club. I wanted to see what I was getting into, and be sure of what he'd called "the long-term rewards" of membership, so I gave Dr. Neil a lengthy, meaningful hug and sloppy kiss, thanked him for being so nice, and left for home. 

At least my sex life would take on an added dimension, I thought. Other than fucking just for animal pleasure, which had dominated my actions for weeks, I'd be engaging in sex to improve the quality of my life. Membership in the Club would elevate me to a higher circle, I thought...with the sophisticated, cultured people I'd always admired, identified with, and tried to emulate. 

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"Are we dressed okay?" I asked Mandy when she arrived, since I hadn't changed and she, too, wore a casual skirt and sweater. 

"Sure! Anyone there is working on a show so we're fine. By the way, congratulations on deciding to get a divorce!" she said. I'd told her on the phone about Frank and I agreeing to split up. "He wasn't good enough for you, honey. That swaggering wise guy stuff may go down well on TV, but it certainly wouldn't in your new social circle. I mean, who needs an abusive bully around when there're so many fine gentlemen from whom to choose?" she said. 

Mandy had seen through my marriage to Frank years before. I was the classic, attentive Italian wife, doing everything for her husband, and putting a nice face on everything. Even I didn't know what I'd been missing 'til I'd had my affair...after nearly ten years of faithful marriage. The fact that Frank had been infertile had only made him act more abusively toward me...obviously because he was compensating for some deeply buried feelings of inadequacy. 

Anyway, I'd kind of gone off the deep end lately. I'd fallen in love with Jack, and still loved him deeply, but - like so other men in my life - I was afraid of him...his quiet strength and extreme secretiveness. He was wonderful to me, but his divorce had hurt him financially and otherwise, and he couldn't really commit the time and attention to me in the ways that I now needed. Then I'd been raped, which had really thrown me for a loop, and that had stimulated a growing dependence on - an addiction to - painkilling drugs. And, most recently, I'd had a sudden, wild sexual awakening, which had gotten totally out of control. Almost no male within sight was now safe from my ravenous clutches. This was rather amusing since Mandy had known me since I'd been in my mid-twenties, and I'd always been a quiet, sensitive little lady...a good little girl...just the way my mother had taught me. Thank goodness Mandy had had a lot of experience with her own raging hormones, I thought. I'm lucky she's around to provide me guidance at this juncture. 

Thirty years ago, when she was age 21, Mandy had been hired by Dr. Neil's father, Dr. Sean McCarthy, as the office receptionist. Pictures of her from that time show her to be really cute and energetic. She laughingly admits that she had the sexual morals of an alley cat. It was the early seventies and most single women were on birth control pills...just one of the facets of the 'sixties' sexual revolution. Also, AIDS was unknown. She was out every night and, though she got little sleep, she was very good at her job. It was only a matter of time before she and old Dr. Sean, now retired, ended up fucking an evening away in his office. About then she came down with a sexually transmitted disease of unknown origin. "Unknown" because, in trying to isolate its source to one individual, she'd discovered that she'd been to bed with fifteen different men in two weeks, including Dr. Sean. What a dilemma she'd found herself in! She'd filled herself with penicillin and spent the next two weeks reading at night. Shortly thereafter, Dr. Sean had invited her to join his sex club as an assistant member, and the rest has been history. Almost three decades later his son, my boss, Dr. Neil, was inducted as a member. And it's Dr. Neil who now wanted to sponsor me as an assistant.

No functions were being held at the Club this night, so we'd have the run of the place, Mandy said. Totally devoted to sexual pleasure, the rich and powerful membership keeps its identity secret to all but the inner circle. The Clubhouse is a large estate in the wooded countryside, and the membership gets together a few evenings a week for fine dining, entertainment and sex, either with one another, or to watch...or to participate in orgies. Mandy explained the rules to me as she thought of them. No names are used. Masks are usually worn, unless show activities preclude it. Full members support the Club through dues and donations. Assistants pay no dues, but are expected to work for their membership. In my case, it would involve providing myself...my body...for Club entertainment functions. 

"As I look at you, my yummy little, 32-year-old friend, I can imagine the demands that'll be made of you once you're a member," said Mandy, somewhat prophetically. 

Recently, I'd dyed my shoulder-length hair back to its natural deep brown color from its frosted dye job. My dark brows and lashes, and nearly black eyes, surrounded by my olive Italian skin, made even the Club costumer, Joanna, gasp in admiration. This woman, a tall, severe, fifty-ish ballet dancer-type, had dressed hundreds of young initiates over the years, according to Mandy. "Careful!" I was warned by my friend, "She's a notorious lesbian!" As my measurements were taken, the costumer spoke into a tape recorder connected to a lavaliere microphone clipped to her collar. Her remarks were quite personal, and went far beyond mere measurements...the beginnings of a personal database on me. 

I'd undressed and was wearing a robe for modesty, and as Joanna pulled and probed at me, she kept up a litany of remarks into her tape recorder: "Deirdre, called Dee, has a narrow nose bridge and full mouth, with lips that curl back to reveal perfect white teeth. Her complexion is clear and completes a slightly Italian-looking face that hardly needs makeup," she said, looking at Mandy, who nodded approval. 

"Dee looks to be about eighteen - at the outside - and virginal," Joanna continued. "I understand that she's 32. I've seen only a few like her. If my sense is correct, I'll assume that she seethes under her placid exterior. Am I correct, Mandy?" she asked my friend.

"Well," Mandy said, "Since it's between just we girls, I saw her blow a French waiter at a strip club lunch I invited her to a few days ago. And - you'll love this, Joanna - when she was finished, she just reapplied her lipstick, calmly met him at the back of the dark dining room, and screwed him like a dog on a janitor's cart. I'll be directing her audition skit, by the way. Here's a plot summary." She handed Joanna a couple of pages of notes. 

Joanna squealed with joy. "I see! No, my little bambina," she said, emulating Mandy. "You're hardly virginal," she whispered, and kissed me directly on the mouth. Her lips made the hair stand up on the back of my arms, and her hot breath made my knees weak as she murmured, "And with Mandy directing, I'll be sure not to miss your debut." 

Then she returned to measuring me, and noting her observations on her tape recorder. She took my 34-24-36 dimensions, then the more detailed ones of exact bra cup size and shape, upper and lower thighs, knees, calves, ankles, even feet, as well as all above-waist measurements, right down to the length of each finger. She said into her mike: "Dee has extraordinary Mediterranean beauty, and would be ideal for thematic roles in Roman orgies, mid-eastern harems, feminine abductions by barbarian hordes, etc." I felt as if I were being typecast. "Mandy, dear, you must pick exactly the right young men for Dee's audition!" she concluded. 




Deirdre's Downfall Ch. 10



Joanna then slipped on rubber surgical gloves, and used a speculum and probes to gently take the more sensitive measurements of my vagina, colon and mouth. These dimensions are of great importance in casting Club shows, she said, since sex organs range in size from average to outrageous. I warned her that I'd had intercourse earlier and was unclean, which caused Mandy to raise her eyebrows at me, but I whispered to her that it was with my "Club sponsor," causing Joanna to squeal with delight. 

Other details included such things as fetishes and BDSM. Unless specifically requested by members, administering pain was not encouraged in shows, Mandy assured. But, when it is allowed, it only occurred between willing participants in the Control and Wildlife Rooms. We soon said goodbye to our costumer friend, and continued on our tour. "Joanna will make you something nice for your audition night," Mandy assured me. "She's a genius...and she likes you." 

Mandy walked me through the backstage areas, including dressing rooms and showers, which were linked to all three performance rooms. I sniffed at the acrid smell of the Wildlife Room and she pointed to hay bales and straw on the floor, reminding me of animals that were sometimes involved. We toured the Gala Room, where I'd be auditioning, and I was surprised by its great size, with a stage in the round surrounded by rising tiers of plush, fixed seats, and large overhead TV screens that obscured the lighting and other equipment. In the Control Room we ran into an attractive couple who were rehearsing, with a tall, curly-haired blond man who looked like a technician in blue coveralls. He was helping them with the fine adjustments of a sling. The sling, apparently, would suspend the woman in mid-air as the two "entertained." 

The woman, a very pretty Japanese-American, had a nubile dancer's body that was about 36D-24-34. She was about 5'6", appeared to be about 28 years of age, and was wearing a black body stocking with scooped neck to display deep cleavage. She was unusually busty for an Asian. There were no discernible underwear lines. Her hair was fixed into two ponytails in back. The man was a dark-haired white guy of about 30, whose body was trim and well muscled, with a scant covering of black body hair. He was dressed in a pair of shorts. Both were barefoot. Glancing at us, they both waved and said, "Hi, Mandy!"

"Let's sit and watch," Mandy whispered. "This is the 'Control Room,' mostly used for BDSM shows. I've seen these kids before. They're really good...verrry convincing," she said, rolling her eyes. 

The woman lay face down on a hospital gurney-type thing. The guy, whom I assumed was a technician, rolled her under the sling, and fitted her limbs through it. The ropes were pre-tied to fit three times around both legs, once just below each buttock, another around each thigh, and the third around each calf, which drew it close to the underside of each thigh. Another set of ropes fastened to a chain that held a leather sling around her waist, which also anchored cuffs holding her wrists behind her back. Yet another chain fastened to a dog collar that fit snugly around the woman's neck. For visual effect, four strands of rope wrapped around her bosom, accentuating its fullness as they bit into her body stocking. When suspended, the woman hung at waist height with her legs spread up behind her, her wrists tied at the small of her back, and her upper body curved upward slightly to accentuate her firm, pendulous breasts, and accessible, curved throat and mouth. 

"Okay, Mieko, I'm gonna' lose the gurney," said the tech guy, and he rolled away the support. "How's it feel? Comfortable?" he asked.

"Yeah, so far," she said. "No pinches...I think we've finally got it right. Shall we do a full run through?" she asked, as she was helped out of the elaborate sling. "Mandy, will you keep time for us?" she asked. 

"Let's go for it," one of the guys said. Then I realized that the techie was also in the performance, since he was carrying the sling equipment with ropes and chains. They all started to disrobe to reveal their costumes. Well, calling them costumes was going a bit far. Both men wore ragged, tan cargo shorts with holes that looked as if they'd been purposefully placed to reveal genitalia. Mieko's costume was almost nothing. A few scarves were tied together to hint at some coverage of her breasts and one wrapped around two well-curved hips to barely cover her carefully-trimmed vulva. She did have the dog collar and waist sling in place. They all three stepped behind the curtain, the house lights dimmed to black, and suspense music commenced. 

Programmed lighting flashed and a wind and rain machine backstage whipped stage greenery back and forth to simulate a tropical storm. At first it was almost funny, until through the jungle-like setting came Mieko, her long hair down and lashing across her face. She looked truly frightened, and it became clear as to why in a few seconds, as she was being pursued by the two men. The dark-haired man chased her to the foot of the stage and captured her on the deck, wrestling with her to try to pinion her arms. The background storm noise, panicky mood music, and Mieko's cries began to put me on edge. Remembering my recent attack, I clapped my hand over my mouth to keep from moaning. "No! No! No!" she kept shrieking, as the man ripped the few scarves from her luscious body to reveal her beautiful, taut breasts and thrashing, muscular thighs.

I was now sweating, straining and gripping the edge of my seat in a vain, sympathetic attempt to somehow help her, but of course realizing it was just a show. Then, the other man came out and helped subdue the struggling woman. He quickly wrapped her writhing body in the series of rope slings, drawing them tightly so that her form curled up with her wrists and ankles manacled behind her back. Once the chains were hooked to the dog collar and waist sling, one of the men threw a thick anchoring rope up to the top of the stage arch. It looped over something out of sight and was made fast after its end dropped back down. Mieko was now stark naked and suspended, stomach down at waist height, with knees spread widely apart, her ankles tied to her thighs and wrists lashed at the small of her back. Her face was pulled upward to...to receive...God knows what! I thought.

Both men were playing their roles of the evil pursuers to the hilt. Laughing at Mieko's helpless screams, they flung off their shorts and began stroking their substantial cocks, bringing them erect as the simulated wind, rain and thunder continued. She's going to be raped! I groaned, panicked. I lamented silently - God, no! - remembering my own attack of two weeks before. Mandy saw me start to cover my eyes and grabbed my hand, holding it tightly, to soothe my ultra-sensitive feelings about forced sex. 

The dark-haired guy grabbed Mieko by the back of the neck and wound her hair into and around his fist several times. He then thrust his cock into her mouth. It looked very realistic, since her struggles were strenuous, yet soon her moans became muffled and he was swinging her to and fro in a perfect arc so that she could throat him completely. The other guy, the tall, curly-haired blond, had a large, "ripped" build. In another context, I would have found him very attractive, but in a rape situation, I just hated him. His muscular physique was matched by a very large cock, which he threaded into Mieko's tight, moist depths, also with the aid of her swinging in the air. Her body didn't need to swing much, no more than 8" either way to engulf and expel each cock, but the preparation for such a simple act had been so...so frighteningly thorough. My own empathic feelings as a rape victim had been so aroused that I'd punched my nails into both palms, drawing little crescents of blood when I'd been most engrossed.

But now the mood was different. I'd reconciled to myself that this was just a rehearsal...just a show. I was glad that Mandy and I were alone in the small theatre, as it was easier to get into the scene as the sexual excitement increased. The performers were also very much into their characters. Mieko had taken to moaning deeply as she throated the one guy, and she interrupted her moans with grunts as the blond stud between her legs bottomed out as they fucked. She was enjoying the experience immensely, even though her bonds looked to be very painful and constraining, particularly those rasping against the tender flesh of her breasts. Both men were standing, of course, and began to move slightly in a circle, taking six-inch incremental steps to the side, in a circle, to allow all who would be in the house to see every angle of this theatrical rape.

I wondered how much acting was going on. The men were obviously not required to do much other than act rapaciously and maintain erections. In fact, all they did was grab whichever part of Mieko's body they could to enhance the slight swing that her cruelly-bound body took to engulf their members. One had her by the hair, the other by the nexus of her hips and splayed thighs. I surmised that the act's perfect finale might be an orgasm experienced at one galvanic moment by all three actors. I wasn't far wrong. Mieko's pussy was dripping by now, highlighting her blond partner's plunging cock with shiny juice as it reamed her. And her mouth drooled copious amounts of saliva, dribbling down the other man's cock and balls to spot the floor. I couldn't believe that she could be enjoying this, though I was wrong. 

This being the "Control Room," a venue for BDSM routines, I imagined that the climax might be a finale that was debasing to the woman...a "marking" for instance, in which she'd be covered with semen. I didn't have to imagine for long, as Mieko began to moan with urgency, then cry in her throat as she froze in an orgasm. Finally, both men erupted to pump two or three shots in both ends of their roped captive. Once that was done, they both stepped backward and sprayed the remainder of their loads on her hair and face on one end, and on her pussy and butt on the other. At that, they gave her a slight circular push, which twirled her slowly in a full circle, showing cum dripping from both her pussy as well as her mouth. By this time the music was quiet, the spotlights were up, and we were applauding. It had been gripping, but obviously not my cup of tea. As she was helped out of the sling, Mandy called out, "Mieko, that was 19-and-a-half minutes," to which the girl cleansed her mouth with a swallow of bottled water and gave a thank you sign, as would a professional entertainer. She was then toweled clean by her two male cohorts. Everything seemed so businesslike and professional.

Mandy introduced me as a new membership candidate and asked the big blond guy - Thad - if he'd be willing to work with me on my audition night. She obviously knew of my attraction to muscular WASPs. He said he'd be honored. Mieko and the other guy left so we could spend a few minutes talking about Mandy's plan. The Japanese girl stuck her head around the curtain a few seconds later and told Mandy that Joanna needed to see her in the costume department. So, Mandy was off, but not before she asked Thad and me to go to one of the rehearsal rooms and "do some routines." "There'll be maybe five other guys with you, Thad, and I want Dee to know at least one of you so she doesn't get opening night jitters," Mandy said. "Take a couple of hours and get comfortable...acquainted. I'll be around if you need me, Dee." 

We ordered a drink from the bar just outside the Gala Room and found an empty rehearsal space. It was a small room containing a chest of drawers with a large mirror, two chairs, and a double bed. On the walls were photos of smiling costumed members, none engaged in sexual acts. There was a deadbolt lock on the door, which Thad flipped closed. He was 26, a returning grad student, whose great-grandfather had been a founding senior member. His admittedly privileged upbringing had resulted in years of wandering through college and around the globe. Finally, his family had issued an ultimatum and he'd been accepted into a doctoral program in Astrophysics. "If I don't succeed here on earth, I'll go to Mars," he said, jokingly, not appearing terribly ambitious. 

"Oh, don't do that," I flirted, scanning his broad shoulders, doubtlessly developed from working in a gym as opposed to physical labor. "We need people like you right here on earth," I gushed, licking my hungry lips over this magnificent young hunk of male flesh. "And I'm the neophyte here - you've been around the Club a while - so why don't I just put myself in your capable hands?" I said, crossing my legs and feeling my crotch squish moistly. I quickly thought that I'd probably enjoy fucking this guy. He was rather shallow...no hang-ups...no burdensome ties. 

"Okay. I don't know all the details of Mandy's theme," Thad said, "but I'll bet - with several guys - it'll have something to do with a slow seduction...ending in a gangbang. So...let's practice...". I made a mental note to ask Mandy her detailed plans for my audition, and Thad moved from the chair in which he was sitting next to where I was sitting on the bed. He leaned down and ran his lips and tongue softly along the crease of my neck. I'd not showered since early in the morning, so was very conscious of smelling a bit ripe from my earlier tryst with Dr. Neil. "Mmmm, you smell so goood," Thad whispered, causing chills in me and goose bumps on my arms. "Sooo musky," he said, no doubt detecting an odor of my juice left over from about noon. He lifted my hair up and ran his tongue around the outside of an ear, then inside, where I know he tasted a little wax. I shivered again, and raised my chin high with eyes closed, trying to staunch the quivering feelings across my shoulders. This guy has read all the manuals, I thought. 

He lifted my chin with one finger and very gently covered my mouth with his. He inhaled slightly to draw my breath from my lungs and I opened my lips to his tongue, which probed deeply into me. He pushed me slowly onto my back on the bed, holding me until my head was cradled by a pillow. My legs parted slightly and one of his thighs found a home there, against which I rubbed my moist, thong-covered crotch, still covered by my long skirt. Then, we just took our time, kissing deeply, tonguing one another, relaxing and getting to know the swells and hollows of one another's body under our clothing. It had been some time since I'd "made out" like this with a man. It was nice. Some time passed before Thad started stroking my breasts, hips and buns. His hand found the side opening in my wraparound skirt, and he pulled aside the scanty front triangle of the thong that I knew was stiff from the cum that Dr. Neil had deposited in me that morning. I quickly stripped off the garment and Thad's big fingers stroked my soft inner folds, now hot and oh, so very wet. He pushed two fingertips into me as his tongue groped at my tonsils, and I gasped quickly for breath, mewling softly. Hunching up against his now-embedded fingers, and after feeling his hard cock rub against my thigh, I extended my light, venturing fingers toward his groin to explore its size and tumescence through his pants. 

But I'd already seen his cock, hard and working, when he had brought Mieko to a blinding orgasm. So, I knew of Thad's potential. I sensed, as did he, that we should proceed very slowly, as if a languorous tempo might heighten as well as deepen our acquaintanceship. I broke from him for a moment and murmured, "Mmmnnletsundress," all in one word, indicating my wish to feel his hot, golden skin against mine. For two people not in a hurry, we certainly disrobed in a flash. I unfastened my long skirt at the waist and opened it, leaving it underneath my lower body. My sweater pulled off easily, and my front clasp bra flew to the floor. Thad had to rise to his knees to doff his shirt, then sit to peel off his pants and underwear. As he did so, I covered his hard torso with my hands, mewling my admiration at his buff physique. Now both naked, he propped himself on his arms and looked down at me. I looked from his eyes down at his erect member, red, throbbing and jutting upward toward me. I looked back at him and raised a hand to his cheek, saying, "I'm not really clean, Thad. I was with someone this morning." 

He chuckled at me, saying, "An' I'm covered with Mieko, Dee! Here! Have a little taste of her!" He scooted up to my head and I licked at his glans, causing him to moan. Then I moved my mouth down the side of his shaft to his pubic hair, where I encountered a rich tasting slurry of feminine juice that ringed his cock. I looked up at Thad again and he was watching me very closely lap at the base of his member. "Mmnn, now, me-you," he muttered, and lay between my legs to place his face at my shaven vulva, which I immediately spread open to his questing lips and tongue.

I'd not opened my legs widely enough for Thad's taste, though. He splayed them even further, with one hand on each of my knees, pressing them to the bed, and buried his long tongue deeply within me. After a few spirals with his swirling tongue, he locked his mouth around my opening and sucked, exerting more vacuuming pressure as seconds passed. I felt, first, as if all the liquid in my vagina was being sucked out. I moaned deeply as the pressure increased and crept up my birth canal to my cervix. He took a full, deep breath while locked onto me, and increased the sucking of my vaginal pipe until I felt a slight ache in my womb. At that moment I flinched a bit and Thad sensed I'd reached my limit. He then opened his mouth and a rush of air filled me, rendering me cold inside, though for just a moment. My hands flew to his head - clutching at his blond curls - hoping that he'd keep it there, and he did. Then he split my two puffy pussy lips with his thumbs and launched a tongue flicking assault on my clit, which had me moaning and gasping for the next three minutes...until I came with a piercing scream. "Oh, God, Thad, yes I'm cu' yes it's good yeah I'm, God! Oh, I'm fuck I cummi' so much, Jac...! Ohhh fuck I cuuummm-innng," I babbled incoherently, stretching out a sharp, grinding orgasm.

Gathering my wits, I wiped the slobber from my cheek, wrapped a hand around Thad's large, erect cock, sat up and swung one leg over his hips. "You gonna' fuck me, Dee?" he asked, his blue eyes large and taunting. His tone told me he was going to show me his stuff, I thought. He was going to demonstrate to me, the new kid on the block, just how good and experienced a Club member he was. What a conceited bastard! I thought. Impossibly attractive...yet horribly self-absorbed. "Come on, baby," he said with a smirk, "Show me what you've got," as I slathered his mushroom head with juices from my dripping wet cunt. As I sat down on him I knew I'd have more than just my hands full with this guy. He was a bit longer and thicker than Jack - my ultimate standard - and about a tenth as sensitive. I slowly slid down to his groin and withdrew maybe three times. Then I sped up. As my cunt continued meeting his loins he began flicking his hips up at me to drive sharply against my cervix. I didn't want to admit him further, since I considered my womb something to be reserved for Jack - mostly - my special man on special occasions. But Thad was showing me that he didn't really care about me...that he was a talented stud...and that I was lucky to be working with him. 

It took a while for me to realize that I was...fortunate to be with him, that is. After a few moments Thad placed his large hands on my waist and began moving my body up and down his huge cock. I tried to move vertically on my own, but was limited by his anchoring grip. So, I began swirling my hips in a circle, so that his cock stirred within me, drawing streams of thick juice from deep inside. I could hear my lips slapping around his invasive probe as it gored up into me, then around...and around...and up again, and down...and around. And each time he was fully embedded, Thad would flick his hips up until, after a while, my cervix had taken such a pounding that it was numb. 




Deirdre's Downfall Ch. 11



Dee’s under pressure to impress rich and powerful people in this chapter. Read Chapter 10 as background, and please vote and send feedback.

My boss, Dr. Neil McCarthy, and I left the office early Thursday afternoon so we could dress for my membership audition for his exclusive, private sex club that evening. He, as my sponsor, was nearly as excited as I was, and looked quite elegant when he picked me up later at home, dressed as he was in his tuxedo. Since the event was my audition – a short, unrehearsed skit in which I’d be playing the female lead – I’d only met the primary male actor in the cast the previous Saturday. And though I’d just read the show’s written outline, my work mate, Mandy – the play’s writer and stage director – had told me merely to follow my instincts…to go with the flow.

As Mandy had suggested, I’d fasted all day, drinking just a bit of juice to keep my gastrointestinal tract clear…for performance reasons. And I’d dressed very plainly, since I’d be seen by Club members after the audition. I wore a simple, black, matte jersey slip dress with a scoop neck, somewhat revealing, but tasteful. It’s knee-length, and its thin shoulder straps showed the tops of my breasts, back, shoulders and arms, but – aside from the stretch fabric – it was as conservative as I thought it should be, given the sort of people I’d be meeting. With black, three-inch heeled ankle-strap sandals, diamond studs in my ears, and a maroon, beaded pendant necklace that matched my lipstick and eye shadow – and with my hair down – I looked like a young, urban professional woman on her way to a cocktail party.

On the way to the Club, Dr. Neil asked, “How’s the Klonopin working?” referring to the drug he’d prescribed for my periodic panic attacks. 

“Much better than the Percodan, which I’m getting off of,” I responded. “And I only take one Klonopin at bedtime,” I assured him, though I still missed the foggy highs that had made the insidious painkiller, Percodan, so addictive…so blissfully comforting. “But I did take one ‘Perc’…maybe two,” I confessed, “when Frank came over Sunday to talk about the divorce settlement.” 

“How’d that go?” Dr. Neil asked.

“Well,” I sighed, “we finally agreed that I could keep the house, though I’ll have to buy his fifty percent share at fair market value. That means the house remodel will have to stop.” I said this with almost palpable emotional pain, since ending the job would mean that I’d be seeing a lot less of my lover, Jack, the project’s designer and manager. 

“One thing at a time, Dee,” he said. “You can always finish remodeling later. Maybe your priorities will change.”

“In the meantime, I’ve decided to take in a room mate…to defray living expenses,” I said. “My friend Claudia is quitting her job in New York and moving in with me. She’s an architect on a short assignment in the city.”

“See!” he said. “Every cloud has a silver lining! An architect! Down the road, maybe she can help you remodel…when you can afford it.” He reached over, took my hand and continued: “Besides, if you’re accepted into the Club, maybe your financial situation will change.” 

I thanked Dr. Neil for being so encouraging, wondering what he could possibly mean by that last statement. During the entire trip to the Club, our conversation was – uncharacteristically – very serious. I was tense and preoccupied, given my uncertain future. Neither of us mentioned the previous Saturday morning at the office, when he and I had fucked ourselves silly on one of his long, chaise-like dental chairs.      

In the Club’s lobby I checked my coat and we were each given a small mask, which covered our eyes and upper face. In the elegant lounge – a huge room with a thirty-foot high ceiling – Dr. Neil ordered a drink for himself, while I declined, and he offered to show me around. I reminded him that I’d seen much of the place with Mandy the previous Saturday after I’d left him at the office, and had rehearsed downstairs with a male cast member. I purposely avoided telling him the details of that afternoon’s “rehearsal,” which had involved a multi-orgasmic practice room fuck session with Thad, the young man who was playing the lead male opposite me in tonight’s audition. I flashed back on both Dr. Neil and Thad last Saturday with a warm glow of excitement, since both of them had made it a red-letter day for satisfying my ravenous sexual urges. At the moment, however, my nervousness impelled me to meet with Mandy to prepare for this evening’s show.  

Dr. Neil escorted me downstairs to the costume and makeup areas, and startled me by boldly pulling me into a corner and kissing me, deeply and probingly, for several seconds. After I got my breath back, he whispered, “Break a leg!” the old stage blessing for good luck. Then he was gone. It took a minute for me to straighten my hair…and for my heart to slow down.  

Mandy saw me walking to the wardrobe department and said, “Dee, bambina! You look scrumptious!” Joanna, the lesbian costumer, cooed some loving words and hugged me – much too long, I thought – as she caressed my shoulders and breasts. “Do you have your toy?” Mandy asked, referring to the butt plug that she’d asked me to bring with me. I nodded, holding up my evening bag, and gasped that I was very nervous. She pulled me into the costume room to sit. “Don’t be silly! You’re gonna’ kill ‘em,” she assured me. “Look at your costume!” On a dress form was a stunning, cream-colored, stretch satin gown. It had a deep, scooped back, which looked as if it would stop no more than three inches above my butt crack. Its two-inch-wide shoulder straps were held together across the back by three widely spaced strings of pearls, and across the front at clavicle-level was yet another string. In front it was cut rather squarely across the bosom and had an internal, push-up bra that would squeeze the tops of my breasts up like ripe fruit, making me appear even more busty than I am. I loved the feel of it…so soft…so sexy. Joanna’s eyes glistened as I silently admired her work.

“Okay!” Mandy said. “You’ve read the outline…’The Abduction of Mademoiselle Monica.’ It has a cast of eight: six guys and a girl, plus you, Monica. You’re the gorgeous daughter of a penniless, 19th Century Parisian merchant who’s travelling to Calais to visit her rich aunt. The other female in the cast is Emilie, your maid-in-waiting….”

“That’s me,” said a gorgeous blonde woman of about 28, who walked in and introduced herself. She was nearly six feet tall in heels, an Amazon with 36C-24-36 measurements gracing a phenomenal body. She was done up in a short, black, long-sleeved mini dress, with a boat neck front and plunging back that – in the mirror behind her – revealed beautiful muscles and a tan that must have taken all season to nurture. The back of her dress was held together just below the shoulders with several silver chains that draped loosely, setting off the lovely, deep indentation of her spine. The dress’s hem caught her just south of her crotch, which was bounded by two of the most lissome, yet muscular, tan legs that I’d ever seen. And I thought I had good legs! I thought, noting that she wore no hosiery. “I’m your maid in the play, and I’m gonna’ take care of your every need,” she said. At that, she leaned down and kissed me, sticking her tongue in my mouth, which shocked me. “And I do mean your every need, in case those bozos in the cast fall on their swords,” she chuckled.   

“Oh, you’re such a trollop, Emilie,” Joanna hissed at the young woman, obviously being protective of me.

“What?” Emilie queried. “She’s hot!” she exclaimed, casting a sidelong glance at me. “It’s not every day I get to break in an auditioning assistant!” she said, tossing her long ponytail arrogantly to emphasize her point to the costumer.

“Children! Children! Calm down!” Mandy interrupted. “Dee, please go to the rest room with these,” she said, handing me a paper bag. “On second thought, I’ll come with you to protect you from these harpies!” she chortled, grabbing a bathrobe for me and leading me out and down the hall. Inside, I pulled from the sack two Fleet enema bottles and went into a stall to use them. Mandy had told me to prepare myself for anal sex, and this was part of the drill. “Mind if we talk?” she asked. 

“No. If you don’t mind an occasional interruption,” I muttered, embarrassed at the task I was about to perform.  



“Emilie’s pretty aggressive. Don’t let her intimidate you,” Mandy soothed. “She’s bisexual…and for some reason is very abrasive. But she’s a pro on stage, and if anything goes wrong she’ll ad lib you out of it…usually humorously. She’s saved a lot of disastrous shows, and she’s fucked just about everybody in the Club. So, she’s very popular.”

“I did a lot of stage work and some TV in college, Mandy,” I assured. “It’s not as though I’m a rank amateur, but I am super-nervous.” 

“You’ll do beautifully, Mademoiselle Monica,” she said, using my character name. “You’ve met Thad. Isn’t he something? There’s Cesar, a dreamy Chilean – he’ll take you, uuh…from behind. And there’s Yoshi – he’s a darling Japanese – who’ll do your mouth. They’re all three the abductors…the highwaymen.”

”How do we enter?” I asked, as I administered the second enema bottle.

“Monica will come in on a horse-drawn wagon with Emilie, the two footmen and a servant, and you’ll all be held up by the abductors,” she said. “The horse’ll be led away as Emilie is assaulted by the highwaymen. The horse has another show to do in the Wildlife Room,” she said, off-handedly.  

“How should I…uuh, how should Monica, act?” I asked.

“Alarmed, but not hysterical,” Mandy soothed. “I’m gonna’ give you a tab of Ecstasy beforehand, so you’ll feel nice and…sociable.” I could picture her grinning on the other side of the stall door as I felt my first bowel spasm. “Emilie will provide all the necessary hysterics. Remember, your character is probably not a virgin…even though she’s a 19th Century, late-teen, bourgeois Parisian girl…and you’re very curious about matters of the flesh.” 

“What about the other guys?” I asked.

“Well, your footmen are Steve and Eric. Steve’s dark and has a short beard; Eric’s a redhead,” she said. “Monica’s forced by the highwaymen to masturbate them during the play, just to enhance the social class humiliation, which’ll turn on the audience. If I may say it, you’ll have your ‘hands full’ with them!”

“God!” I said. “What if someone recognizes me?”

“Unlikely, honey,” she said. “You forget where you are. Now that you mention it, Thad will take your mask at the very first…so we can see the alarm – and other emotions – on that enchanting Italian face.” 

“What would my mother say?” I muttered, sarcastically, as I relieved myself in the toilet.

“I’m your mother tonight, Mademoiselle Monica!” Mandy said. “Anyway, by the time you’re jerking off the footmen, you should show that you’re really enjoying the abduction. Be as vocal as you want…even speak some French!…and really play to the TV cameras! There’re three at the back of the house and several over the stage. The footmen, of course, will first appear very embarrassed, since they’re below your social station. If they follow my direction, though, they’ll eventually show a pronounced male joy in your passionate plight.”  

“You said six guys,” I gasped, as I finally finished my enema.

“Oh, yeah,” she said. “Your personal servant is Victor, a black African. In the play, he’s mistaken for a eunuch by the highwaymen. He gently rouses you after your physical ordeal – you pass out from the experience – in a gentle, most pleasing way. It’s a multi-ethnic melodrama…something for everyone! Like it?”

“I didn’t know you were such an imaginative writer, Mandy!” I said. “I assume the measurements that Joanna took last weekend will keep these guys from hurting me,” I said, warily.

“Oh, you mean their size?” she asked. “These guys are perfect for you, Dee, kind of ‘custom-fitted’,” she assured. “Change into the robe now, okay? No stockings or underwear! Then we’ll go to makeup.”

Earl, the young-ish makeup man, made the job quick and easy. He exaggerated my brows and outlined my eyes, added color to my cheeks and chin, and whitened each side of my nose to make it stand out. He added a dark stage lipstick. Since I was in a robe, he opened it and darkened my breast cleavage with some brown shadow. While he was pushing my tits together – as the dress would when I wore it – he weighed each of them in his dry, soft hands as he looked into my eyes. His touch was so gentle that I became a bit flushed, felt a pang in my crotch, and detected a little moisture seeping to my pussy lips. I decided on the spot that Earl was definitely not gay. 

My hair was even easier to do. Maxine, the hair specialist, pulled my dark locks back, fastening my hair at my neck with a large rhinestone, costume jewelry pin. Mandy had specified that the pin be removed, as stolen loot, thus letting my shoulder length hair fall free during the “abduction.” Just next to my diamond studs, rhinestone drop earrings were clipped to my ear lobes, which would also be stolen. She removed the necklace I’d worn to the Club and put it in my evening bag.

We returned to the wardrobe department. Joanna dressed me under Mandy’s watchful eyes. I wore dark tan, thigh-high stockings. “No garters, no garter belts,” Joanna said. “We don’t want any marks on your luscious thighs…especially for the TV cameras…and no panties!” For shoes, she chose a gold metallic, closed-back, ankle-strap sandal with a flared, 4” heel. Now standing at 5’7”, I felt as if I were in the stratosphere. “Did they shave you in makeup?” she asked.

“No, I did this morning,” I responded. Through my open robe, she could see the short, trimmed triangle that is my pubic batch.

“They’re so sloppy!” she spat, in a mock-frustrated tone. “Here, let me inspect,” she said, grabbing a comb and scissors and kneeling in front of me. I watched the back of her head in the full-length mirror behind her and felt her comb my closely trimmed fur, then saw her snip half-heartedly at a couple of imaginary hairs. She was so close that her hot breath bathed my crotch. Finally, she gave in to a prurient impulse and kissed me open-mouthed directly on my slit, letting her tongue run up it deeply to lap at the juice I’d leaked in the makeup room. “You taste divine, my darling!” she whispered, as my knees nearly buckled.

“Joanna! Knock it off, you unconscionable old dyke!” Mandy admonished, good-naturedly.

“Just a kiss for luck, Mandy, my dear,” Joanna rejoined. “Now for the dress!” We slipped it on over my head, closed the three-inch zipper just above my butt crack, and I looked in the mirror.

With due modesty, I must say that I hadn’t looked so radiant since my wedding day. The creamy satin color contrasted gorgeously with my olive skin, and the added makeup made my eyes and mouth stand out exquisitely. I’d not noticed the two knee-high slits up the side of the dress, which revealed my lower legs, nor did I have any idea that my breasts would look so huge, pushing as they did above the bodice line of the dress.

I turned to Mandy. “What now?” I asked.

“Your plug,” she whispered, handing me my purse. “Over there, behind the screen. C’mon,” she said, leading me by the elbow. Behind the screen, she muttered, “Just enough lube to make it easy for Cesar. The plug’ll do the rest. Be sure and pull it out just before you go on. Leave it in the wagon and I’ll get it later.” We returned to Joanna, who was fastening the lace-up codpiece on a young, Asian man’s trousers.

“Well, what do I know?” he chuckled. “We didn’t have codpieces in 19th Century Japan,” the guy said to her, jokingly.

Clucking her tongue, Joanna said, “Dee, this is Yoshi. You’ll be getting to know him up close and personal…a little later.”

Yoshi was awfully cute. He smiled broadly and said, “Wow! Hi, Dee. They didn’t tell me you were so…”.

“So what? You little barbarian!” It was Emilie, who’d just burst back into the room. She was still dressed as before, since that would be her costume, though now she was fully made up. “You can be as rough as you want with me, but if you hurt her, I’ll personally kick your ass!” she warned, perhaps seriously. Yoshi just shook his head and flipped her off.

“Okay, children, into the Green Room,” Mandy said, like a mother hen. Handing me her tab of Ecstasy, she said to me quietly, “Here, take this now, with lots of water,” which I did. “We’ve got an hour ‘til showtime!”

The Green Room was a riot. I met the rest of the cast, a very attractive bunch, and humor was high. After a while the Ecstasy took effect on me and I felt warm, relaxed, close to everyone, and very sensuous. With the others, nervous energy started to rise as old show stories were told. Rascal, the horse pulling the wagon, was a longtime Club joke. “Remember ‘The Farmer’s Daughter’?” someone asked. Emilie then broke in and gushed, “Right at the climactic moment, that old nag shit right in the middle of the stage!” causing everyone to break up.

Mandy shushed us, since the stage entrance was close by, and said, “I’ve heard that Rascal’s gonna’ be put out to pasture. His eyesight’s failing, and…once he does get it up he hardly lasts three minutes.” Her remark made everyone giggle, but confused me since I was new to the game.

Her final instructions were: “One-third of the house has been roped off, so just play to the front and sides and, of course, the house and overhead TV cameras. The guys in the video room are gonna do some split screens tonight for the audience in the wings. The wagon will enter from the usual place. Eric, you unhitch Rascal and lead him off as soon as the lights go up. Okay, masks on, those of you who are wearing them. Dee, remember your plug, and…break a leg!”

Backstage, I slipped out the butt plug before assuming an alluring half-reclining position, hid the toy under the futon in the wagon, and – in the darkened house – Rascal pulled the wagon past the see-through scrim curtain onto the stage.

When we were in position, the lights went up and the horse was led off. The three highwaymen then burst onto the stage, brandishing their swords and causing general mayhem. 

“Ah-ha! What have we here?” Thad shouted, as my protective footmen tried to intervene. “Tie them to a tree!” he directed, and Steve and Eric were lashed to a gnarled, real-looking stump. Victor, the black servant dressed in a long, light-blue brass-buttoned coat and tights to match – with a turban, wire-framed glasses and no mask – stood by, impassively. “Leave the manservant be,” Thad ordered. “He’s probably a eunuch.”

Emilie began screaming: “No, no, M’sieur. Have mercy on us! We are but poor folk travelling to the coast!”

“Shut that one up!” Thad ordered, sheathing his sword. “Put something in her mouth! I’ll have a look at this morsel!” he said, turning to me as I knelt and sat on my heels, looking terrified. Following his order, the powerfully-built, six-foot-tall, devilishly-handsome Cesar pulled Emilie over the tongue of the wagon to bend her at the waist, then dropped his pants to his boot tops.

“Oh, no, M’sieur…please!” Emilie entreated, as he placed his impressive, half-erect cock to her lips. “No, M’sieur…I beg you…I…nnglk!” she choked, as Cesar filled her pleading mouth with his thick member. A few titters issued from the audience, no doubt from some fans of the ravishing blonde. 

“Help me here!” Thad cried, and Yoshi leapt forward to assist. The four-posted cloth roof of the wagon folded back out of sight, and the audience side of the conveyance – plus both ends – hinged down to allow onlookers full visibility. The wide floor of the wagon, with a futon that formed a bed, was raised a few inches in back, so that even those in the front rows of the house could see the unholy acts to be performed on it. As Thad and his cohort took mere seconds to prepare the symbolic altar on which I’d be ravaged, I shrank from them, holding the back of my hand to my mouth to stifle screams. I lay back on an elbow, demurely exposing my legs through the slit in my dress. In the meantime, Emilie was moaning and slurping as Cesar drove his cock slowly in and out of her throat. I looked over at her and saw that either he or she had peeled down the front of her black dress, which showed her pendulous though firm breasts swaying as she took the Chilean’s length. This appetizing display prompted Yoshi to approach and stand 




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behind her, unlace his codpiece, and begin goring her pussy from the rear, which I saw in the overhead TV monitor. Her loud moans and desperate mewls nearly broke me out of character. 

“Je suis une pauvre jeune-fille, M’sieur,” I whined to Thad, begging poverty and my young age to dissuade him from his rapacious intent. I looked at him pleadingly, yet couldn’t help myself from being sexually excited. The Ecstasy I’d taken was doing its sublime work! Thad’s 6’2” height, swarm of blond curls, and billowy-sleeved shirt made my pulse race as I remembered his virile body from the previous Saturday. His tight riding breeches and folded-down musketeer boots merely accentuated his brutish masculinity as my eyes dropped to his crotch. Under his codpiece, he was already nearly erect!

He stripped my mask from my face and the audience gasped, since I looked like a teenage girl. “Mmmnn, a passionate looking little female animal, without a doubt,” he exclaimed. “Perhaps penniless, yet I’ll wager it has some treasure for me,” he thought out loud, as he used his riding crop to lift my slitted dress far up to my hips. My thighs were now exposed to my crotch, which by this time had become moist. He then stroked my neatly-trimmed pussy slowly with the loop on his riding crop – causing me to ooze more juice, and, to the audience he proclaimed, “A well-groomed little beast, indeed!” Nervous laughter came from the house, mostly from women, which gave me a moment to reach behind myself and release the last impediment to the highwayman’s goal…my dress’s short zipper.

“Let’s see how it tastes!” Thad exulted, referring to me as if I were a piece of meat, and pulled my face to his, burying his tongue deeply in my mouth as – a few feet away – Emilie chose that moment to climax against Yoshi’s plundering cock. The only reaction from Victor, my black, uniformed manservant, was a glance in her direction. Emilie was so noisy, even with a mouthful of Cesar’s prick, that Thad and I held our kiss until I felt an urge to pull him into the wagon on top of me. Breaking the kiss, he unclipped the jeweled pin at my neck, letting my hair tumble to my shoulders, and pulled off my earrings, ostentatiously stuffing the plunder into his boot as Emilie ceased her passionate groaning. “Just as I thought,” he grinned broadly, peeling off his billowy shirt and quickly doffing his boots, “As sweet as Spring honey! Now, for the womanly nectar!” He pulled me from the center of the futon, placed my butt at an angle at its edge, and knelt between my spread legs to kiss and lick lightly on either side of my pussy. While doing this he unrolled my thigh high stockings and pulled them off, as I moaned and rolled back and forth, eager and delighted to feel his tongue in my center. 

“Ooohh…M’sieur,” I gasped, as Thad’s feathery licks reached my pussy, now soaked and drooling. The show be damned! I thought. I want him to eat me! Now! I thrust back my head, arching my back, as my entire crotch was wide open to him, and I saw my face in the overhead monitor. My eyes were slits, my mouth was open wantonly, and my brow was knit with concentrated yet wild desire. “Aaaaaahhhh!” I cried, as his tongue pierced my vulva, and he began laving me from taint to clit, then back down again. I met his gaze, and reached down with both hands to spread my pussy lips widely apart, wordlessly inviting him to suck at my clit. “Oooohh, yessss!” I hissed, as his flicking tongue tortured my nubbin. Unthinking, I again sank to my back, turned my head at an angle to the audience, and began a breathless cadence: 

“Ahh…ahhh…ngaahh…mmnaahh…ahhh…yeaahhh…ooohhh…oui, M’sieur…leche-toi, ooohh, n’arret-pas…lape-toi.” 

My poor French was apparently good enough that he knew I was begging him to lick me…to lap at me…and not to stop. I glanced quickly at Emilie and she – as well as Cesar and Yoshi – were completely naked and the two men fucking each end of her had switched positions. She’d quieted a bit to allow me to speak my few simple lines, yet was making up for it in strenuous sexual gymnastics. Doffing her mask, she was sweating profusely under the hot lights, and had turned sideways to place her downstage foot high up on the wagon tongue, allowing all to see Cesar’s rigid cock plumbing her pink depths. She was still bent over, though now was holding her breasts together to allow Yoshi – standing before her – to fuck between them. But my attention was soon drawn back to the marvelous highwayman, Thad, between my legs, whose mouth and tongue were working me toward an orgasm.

Thad had stripped off his trousers and mask and was nude and erect. He was now standing and holding me up by the buttocks, with my legs over his shoulders, and making guttural, snuffling sounds as he sucked my burning inner lips into his mouth. My dress had slipped up to my shoulders, which were still on the futon and, with two quick shrugs, I yanked it over my head and off my body. I was so ready to be fucked that I could have screamed…and soon I did, as a climax rolled out of my vagina and exploded in my clit, with Thad holding me tightly. I clawed at the futon and forgot where I was, screeching, “Thad! Thad! Thad! Thad!” breaking character and rolling from side to side so that my rapacious partner could barely restrain me. At that moment, Yoshi orgasmed and arced a half-dozen ropes of cum up from between Emilie’s tits onto her hair, face and neck. 

Thad laid me down in my post-orgasmic state, as I moaned and twitched, and yelled to his men: “Come, lads! Let’s show this city girl how the men of Brittany play!” Cesar and Yoshi placed the apparently exhausted Emilie on the stage front-first, so that her lovely body – especially her wet, slightly spread vulva and gorgeous breasts – was visible to all viewers. My silent servant, Victor, looked at her naked, listless form, blinked his eyes behind his wire spectacles, and shifted his stance a bit. 

Cesar then walked toward us, sporting a long, angry-looking erection that pulsed, longing for release. “On your back, man!” Thad ordered, and Cesar lay on an angle to the audience, holding his cock straight up. The Chilean sat me up, spread me apart to straddle his legs and face the audience, and placed the flared tip of his cock against my slick pucker. Though it was clenched, I was relaxed and lubed, having pulled the plug from my butt shortly before. His glans popped easily through my sphincter, and I began to gasp, salaciously wanting him quickly to thread his cock into my anus. Though wishing he were violating my pussy instead, I groaned theatrically as my tender colon accepted him, bit by bit, until my butt had swallowed his entire length. Placing my hands behind myself on his chest, I raised and lowered myself several times while spreading my legs widely to show everyone the grateful surrender of my stretched asshole. As I did, I heard several pronounced groans from the audience, which made me want to repeat the action until the sounds ceased. I felt very close to Cesar in my delirium, though remembered that I’d met him just an hour previously. The Ecstasy was doing wonderful things to mitigate my conditioned Italian shyness.

“Lean back, little one!” said Thad, who pushed me gently against Cesar’s supporting hands until I was lying on the Chilean’s chest. I looked at Thad, whose cock looked monstrous to me, and my cunt throbbed in sympathy, moistening by degrees in anticipation of being split by his rampant manhood. I lifted my legs up invitingly, holding them by my knees, and flexed my inner muscles, which telegraphed a perceptible inward, sucking spasm of my pussy for the cameras. Thad responded by licking his lips and stirring his large, dark-red cock head in the petals of my splayed cunt.

“Please, M’sieur,” I said, trying to regain my lost character. “Please…fuck me,” I begged, forgetting the French vernacular for copulation. And Thad pushed all the way into me, evoking a long, drawn-out, “Ohhhhh…M’sieur…oui!” from me. A collective sigh issued from the audience as our loins met. Once again I turned my head at an angle toward the house and closed my eyes. Furrowing my brow and opening my mouth, I showed my observers the utterly mindless, animal joy that a woman can experience when she is filled in both of her nether holes. Then the two men embedded in me began to move, first alternately, then together, and I was lost to my passion. I’d never felt such sublime, flowing pulsations. My body seemed to cleave in two at my hips. One half resonated to a rhythmic, numb throbbing that struck me somewhere deep in my bowels; the other half was wrenched by involuntary spasms that seemed to quiver from my sternum to my clit. I looked at Victor, silently pleading with him for the sake of theatrics to show some understanding…perhaps offer some assistance… yet he stood riveted to his spot, observing the entire scene as might a tribesman affirming a customary, primitive rite in the darkest reaches of mid-Africa.         

Thad then lay on me, sandwiching me firmly against Cesar, and they both started pumping me rapidly. In moments I was screaming for them not to stop…to fuck me harder. “Gawd, yeah…you mag – nif – i – cent…bas – tards…fuck me!” I shrieked, causing little reaction, as they were thrusting as fast as the position would allow. At that I froze for a moment as another orgasm struck me. Then I twisted, contorting my body between the two of them as I flopped about like a rag doll, screaming, “I’m cumming…cumming…cumming…cumming, cu’ing, cu’, cu’, mmmnn, mmmnn, ooohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, God, please, please, please, ohh, ohh, cuuuuuummiiiiing”.

Yoshi, meanwhile, had walked to the edge of the wagon and mounted it. As the two men goring me slowed their plunging, he knelt on one knee beside me, facing the audience, and touched his again-erect cock to my panting lips. Still breathing hard, I looked up at him and smiled at his kindly face, and took his cock onto my outstretched tongue. Holding his rod at the base with finger and thumb, I drew him slowly into my throat. As my cheeks hollowed and my tongue dropped to the bottom of my mouth, I easily accepted his delightful prick to his scrotum, still covered with Emilie’s tart juices. He moaned slightly and began fucking down into my throat as my two compatriots resumed their penetrations of my lower body. I had become a human fucking machine. My eyes were closed – totally unmindful now of the watching audience – and I pealed happy, rhythmic, moaning prattle as the four of us writhed together in movements as old as time itself.   



I don’t know how long we fucked. The Ecstasy had distorted the time so much. I do know that I was startled when Thad yelled to Emilie, “You, woman, on your feet! Untie the footmen!” Emilie rose and all eyes must have been on her stupendous body as she freed Steve and Eric from their bonds. “You two…strip! Woman! Bring them to attention!” Thad bellowed. The two men threw off their costumes and Emilie dropped to her knees to begin sucking Eric’s ample prick while she palmed Steve to a half-erection. Then she switched, blowing and tugging, until both men were hard. “Come here! This wench needs something to do with her hands!” Thad ordered. The two excited footmen then took strategic places on either side of me, trying not to obscure me from the audience, and I began jacking them off. It’s a good thing they’re not fucking me, I thought. Mandy’s forewarning had been correct. Each of their cocks looked and felt to be about a foot long, and my fingers didn’t even come close to meeting around either. To make my masturbatory task easier, periodically Emilie would lean forward and drool on the pulsing glans of one or the other, just to keep my grasp slippery. Caressing Yoshi deeply with my throat muscles as my hands stroked back and forth, I mewled, “Mmmhmnn, mmmhmnn, mmmhmnn,” with each of his downward thrusts and felt – being the center of attention – as if I were in heaven.  

My reverie was soon broken, however, as Cesar began thrusting wildly. Thad backed off a bit as the Latin under me pierced upward into my colon a few dozen times and, growling, sprayed my bowels deeply with a torrent of blistering cum. He held me tightly and shuddered as my sphincter tightened on his pulsating rod…and I slowly milked the last of his semen from his balls with several languorous anal contractions.

Yoshi was next. Holding my face gently, he plunged down one final time and raised his head upward as he pumped several copious shots into my mouth and throat. I’d become so thirsty that I welcomed his sweet cum, swallowing gratefully in several gulps. At the last, though, I choked on his load, and a smattering of his spunk shot from my mouth to coat my lips and chin. As I regained my composure, Yoshi withdrew from my mouth, dismounted from the wagon, and exited offstage with Emilie, behind the see-through scrim, where they lay somnolently on a large, elevated bed that was backlit by a red light so the audience could still see them. 

Thad had resumed fucking me, by now very slowly. He was marking time, slowly moving in and out, exiting each time with a delightful spiraling movement of his hips to keep me moist and very interested. He was obviously saving himself for a climactic finish. I, on the other hand, was tiring. My arms were tingling from loss of blood as I jerked on the pricks of the two footmen. I was sweating, my hair was damp and beginning to stick to my forehead, neck and shoulders, and my asshole could feel the telltale jumps of Cesar’s hardening prick, once again filling with blood as he lay underneath me. Concentrating on Steve and Eric, I withdrew one hand at a time and spat in it, returning to their huge rods but concentrating on the head of each. I wanted so much to please them both, and began feeling inadequate to the task. 

My God! What if, after all this, I flunk my audition? I flashed, worried. Would I ever be invited back? What would Dr. Neil say? I agonized. I’ll die if I fail! Nonsense, Deirdre! I told myself, remembering Mandy’s words. “You’re gonna’ kill ‘em!” she’d said. Well then, it’s time I got really inventive! I concluded.

At that I pulled Eric – who was standing on my upstage side facing the audience – down a bit and took his huge cock head into my mouth. Drooling sloppily all over it, I took as much of his tool as I could into my small mouth, which had an immediate effect on him. He gritted his teeth and groaned as my left hand pumped his cock in a spiral motion, trying to coax a load from him. His hips began to flex slightly, and I knew that I was on the right course. He began groaning continuously now and I looked up at him, whispering, “Cum for me, baby. Cum for Dee. Cum all over me!” I heard the audience murmuring expectantly, and was soon rewarded with a massive, explosive burst from Eric, who bent his knees further and blasted three gouts of creamy semen into my mouth. So great was the volume and force of his ejaculation that I found it impossible to swallow it fast enough. He then stepped back a pace and – using his own hand – showered me, shooting more ropes into my hair, on my face and neck, then on my tits, the nipples of which soon dribbled strings of goo from his copious deposit. I then used my hand to milk his flagging member dry, sucking the residue from my fingers, and Eric removed himself from the wagon to join Yoshi and Emilie behind the backlit scrim, both of whom were now locked in a tantalizing “69” position.  

Steve now crossed behind the end of the wagon to where Eric had been and we tried to repeat my cock-sucking act. Only Steve was even larger than Eric. I stretched my mouth open as widely as I could, as if trying to engulf the cock of a horse, yet could only lick at Steve’s monstrous glans. I remembered the CD I’d seen on Dr. Neil’s computer, recorded at the Club, of a blonde woman and a man with an unbelievably large dick. The man had looked like Steve, but he’d been beardless. Regardless, I decided Steve was that man…and it was my job to get him off. So, with renewed vigor I began licking around his coronal ridge, all the while pumping him, now with both hands. As with Eric, Steve soon responded with flexing hips, moans, and desperate attempts to grab my head and pull my mouth onto him. I couldn’t allow it, knowing that he’d split my lips at the corners, so I stiffly fought his frenetic grasping. Then he came, this time directly in my face, gluing shut one eye and covering me from forehead to belly with thick splashes of his seed. He staggered backward when finished, nearly falling off the wagon, yet caught himself by crumpling to both knees. Quickly, he left the stage and joined my three compatriots behind the scrim, who were by now engaged in a threesome – lit by a sinful, overhead red light – with Emilie as the centerpiece of the play within the play. 

The audience burst into applause at this point, and Cesar slipped from beneath me to go offstage in addition to Steve. I was hoping that at least some of that applause had been for me. I glanced over at the impassive, turbaned Victor, and detected a slight smile on his handsome black face, yet he’d still scarcely moved a muscle.

I looked up at Thad, realizing that I was an unholy mess, being covered with two loads of semen, and he magically produced a large handkerchief from the wagon to wipe off my face. Then he said, “Now, my eager little wench, you and I will ride to the heavens!” He moved beside me, sitting on the edge of the futon on the audience side, with his impressive cock waving in the air. “Time to mount the pony, little one!” he exulted, raising me up to face him, straddle his hips, and place his probe just inside my pussy. I thrust down just as he thrust up, and our loins met with a smack. It’d been many minutes since I’d felt Thad deep inside, and I was overjoyed that I now could be in this position of control…and that I would be able to cum almost at will.

We moved vigorously, with me flexing my internal muscles on each of Thad’s departing strokes. I felt very wet in my butt crack, and realized that I was expelling Cesar’s cum from my rectum with our fusing. The more we moved, the more the stream continued down to coat Thad’s cock and balls to stain the futon. Approving murmurs from the audience encouraged me, as my anus continued to squeeze out the creamy liquid. Having seen myself in this position previously in mirrors, I also knew that my pussy lips were thrusting out, clasping at his rod each time my partner pulled out. I quickly looked up at the overhead TV monitor and my suppositions were proven correct. With all these pictures – on the screen as well as in my head – I looked down at Thad and whispered, “I need…to cum, Thad. I…want to. Please…wait for me!”

He whispered back, “I’ll wait for you…all night, baby. We’ve got a lotta’…fuckin’ to do!” 

Then he placed his palms, one on each of my butt cheeks, and gripped them tightly as I plunged repeatedly to the base of his root. Thwup-thwup-thwup-thwup went our loins as our rhythm increased. I moved slightly down Thad’s body so that my clit could rub against the top of his cock, and felt the first of a rapidly increasing number of flashes to my clit. Oooh, yesss, this is gonna’ be a good one, I thought, as I sat up to place my hands on his chest. I then began virtually throwing my cunt at him, as if my hips were swiveled, with my clit grinding against his shaft. 

And it was…a good one, that is. Since the audience could see neither of our faces – only our meshing organs – I wanted them to hear the force of my joy. The warm, buzzing waves began coursing down my vagina, then hot sparks followed them, and – in one long, breathtaking sequence – all of my lower belly’s nerve endings seemed to short-circuit at once. “Aaaaaahhhhh!” I shrieked, then, “Ohh…ohh…ohhnng…aaangh…aaahh…ohhhh, God! Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh,” I shouted uninterruptedly, as Thad pulled at my burning, tingling nipples, his hands having left my plunging hips to their own devices. When I’d stopped screeching, I lay on him – moaning – with my butt cheeks still clenching spasmodically as my cunt milked at his marvelous dick. For a fraction of a second there was deadly silence, then the audience exploded into thunderous applause and whoops of praise. Until that moment, I’d never heard the word “Bravo!” used in reference to anything I’d ever done.    




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But the show was far from over. While I was still buzzing from my orgasm, Thad slid from under me and sat me at an angle at the edge of the futon on my left butt cheek, throwing my right leg over his left shoulder. I propped myself up on my left elbow and faced the audience so most could see, exposing my sopping open pussy to shine in the spotlights. Thad then proceeded to fuck me agonizingly slowly, taking full, deep strokes as he buried himself to the hilt. Once again the audience turned deadly quiet. He struck my cervix each time he thrust, causing me to lift my hips to him, and my head raised and lolled backward each time he hit bottom, all the while I grunted, “Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh.” This went on for many minutes, and I began lubricating enough to cause slick, slapping sounds, probably audible to those in the first several rows of seats. A few moans started emanating from onlookers, yet our inner stage senses told us that a change was in order.

Thad quickly withdrew and flipped me over to all fours, still at the same angle. I knew that many would be denied a view of his full penetration, so – still kneeling – I lifted my right leg up and planted my foot on the futon, so that my knee was as far up and forward as it could go, and was outside of my right shoulder. This way, especially those in the orchestra section, could see into me – almost to my womb, I imagined – and Thad could resume drilling me fully into my open, swollen, bright red vagina. More sighs and murmurs of approval were heard from the house and, with my partner’s strong hands manipulating my hips so beautifully, I knew that I could cum again. 

I also wanted desperately to take a hot load from this iron man. He was obviously known to be indefatigable…tireless…and, with this evening’s performance his reputation would remain unblemished. Nevertheless, I wanted him to climax…just a couple of spurts in me…then, perhaps, to give me some ritual cum shots on my body. After all, one would have to be blind not to know that’s what this was all about. The image of my audience, a bunch of aging, overfed, perhaps impotent men – able to buy anything that they wished – flashed through my mind. Then again, there were many women here, too.    

I began urging Thad onward: “Vite!…vite! M’sieur.” Faster, faster! Thad, I thought. “Ooooh, plus fort, M’sieur! Plus fort!” Harder! Harder! Then I began squeezing him with my vagina, closing my eyes and doing my internal Kegel clenches to milk his cock when fully engulfed. And our pace increased. Our concentration did too…on ourselves, not the audience. His thighs beat a rapid tattoo against my splayed, upraised saddle and we both began a long, intermingled, vocal crescendo of moans and mewls. My body had been on such a highly excited plane for so long, with so many physical stimuli, that it was perhaps easier for me than for him. Regardless, I came with a flourish, groaning, “Uuuuuhhhh, yeeaaahhhh, yeeaaahhhh, yeeaaahhhh, yeeaaahhhh,” just as Thad planted himself deeply in me and roared like a lion as he pumped into me what felt like a quart of his seed. Then he pulled out and, holding his pulsing member toward my butt, splashed a cascade of cum all over my butt and back, some shooting as far as my sweat-soaked hair. My arms collapsed and I brought my right leg back parallel to the other, leaving my butt sticking in the air. As Thad staggered back to lean against the wagon, once again the house erupted in shouts of approval. 

When the tumult had died down, Thad gasped out what were his last lines. “Enough, city girl! I leave you here with your eunuch. You’re too small to do labor. I’m taking your footmen – we need more men – and your maid. Our band needs a cook and washerwoman…and a willing camp follower. I bid you adieu!” To much applause, Thad then exited to join the others, who by this time were engaged in gang-banging Emilie behind the red-lit scrim. I collapsed on my stomach, remembering from Mandy that I was supposed to have passed out.

I watched my fellow cast members through the scrim. Emilie had one cock up her ass and her vagina was being double-penetrated by two others. The position was extremely contorted at best, and I wondered how she could possibly stretch her pussy so much. As well, her head was thrown back over the edge of the table as she throated Steve’s mammoth cock, and she was masturbating Cesar as Thad reached them. I figured that he’d find a way to muscle in somehow. 

My attention was diverted by a delightfully cool, wet sponge, wiping my shoulders and back. I moaned, feigning semi-consciousness, and felt more cool, sponging strokes down my legs, over my butt and in the creases under its cheeks, cleaning me of the stinking residue of multiple ejaculations. I turned to one side and saw Victor, who’d removed his turban and was attending to my toilette. His kindly, black, bespectacled eyes showed true sympathy as he gently wiped sticky strings of semen from my olive skin. Still reclining, I turned toward him and he began washing my face free of dried spunk, paying special attention to my eyelids, mouth, cheeks and jaw. “Oh, Victor, mon cher serviteur,” I mumbled to my dear servant. “Vous etes tres gentil,” I continued, complimenting him on his kindness. He then refreshed the sponge from a small pail of water and began cleaning my front, from shoulders, over my breasts, in the creases under them, and down my belly. Then came my legs, from hips to ankles. He then spread them, revealing the gooey carnage of my two lower orifices. “Ooooh, Victor, mon cher, tu n’est pas propre!” I said, cautioning him against improprieties. Yet he continued, and, while soaking up the rivulets of fresh and dried cum from my privates, I felt stinging pangs of desire in my pussy. “Ohhhhh, Vic-torrrrr!” I murmured, writhing my hips a bit to lessen the discomfiting though tempting impulses, yet to telegraph my sensual excitement.

He then stopped suddenly, stood straight up to full height, displaying elegant posture, and began unfastening each of the large brass buttons on his long, light blue, uniform coat. Finishing unbuttoning, he turned away from me to face the audience and shrugged off the coat to toss it onto the wagon tongue. This caused a loud, collective gasp and nervous titters from the house. From behind him I could see his very dark, shirtless, muscled frame, now clad only in light blue tights, and wondered what would be next. 

As Victor turned back toward me I realized the reason for the audience’s surprise. A hole had been cut in the tights around his genitals, and his ebony cock and balls hung through it, displaying a rather long, thin, uncircumcised penis and pair of black testicles the size of which would rival those of anyone I’d seen. Victor was anything but a eunuch! His half-erect dark penis twitched – probably intentionally – when he looked down at me, reminding me that he’d stood stock-still and watched me being sexually ravaged for well over an hour. “Tu veut me debauche, Victor?” I murmured – actually whimpered – asking in a timid, girlish voice whether he wanted my succulent young body, by now well used. He said nothing, but approached to stand beside me, turned me to a proper stage angle for the benefit of the audience, and stroked back his cock’s black foreskin to reveal a bulbous, mahogany-colored head. My attention was riveted on his hand as he stroked his dark member back and forth a half-dozen times, each manual caress evoking in it more rigidity. He stepped more closely, holding his penis by the shaft, and subtly proffered it to me. I opened my mouth slightly, uttered a moan, and licked my lips, looking up into his kind eyes. They bespoke centuries of want and desire – of interracial lust – especially for a white woman, I imagined, thinking in character as well as anthropologically. 

At base, I was still horny. The Ecstasy was still delighting me and, though I’d spoken mainly self-protective words to him, my curiosity and desire to please everyone melded, and I placed my pale, white hand on Victor’s dusky, almost purple-black stomach. The tension in the audience was broken as a solitary moan came from the lips of a woman halfway back in the house. My own lips then opened and I slowly eased the head of his cock into my mouth, first rolling my tongue around his crown, then consuming more of his length until he struck my epiglottis. He tasted a bit like sweet chestnut butter…apparently a balm he used. He slowly raised his head up and back, closing his eyes, and clenched his teeth in a wide grimace. I took that as an obvious welcoming sign, then began languorous, full-mouth movements onto him, all the while running my tongue around his thin shaft. Sliding his foreskin all the way back and pushing further onto him, I thought that I might be able to throat him…if I could only swallow his glans.

Necessity being the mother of invention, I quickly withdrew from him and lay on my back, drooping my head backward over the edge of the futon as I’d seen Emilie do minutes before, so as to provide a straighter portal of entry for my standing black partner. We then very gently began working together. Not thrusting at all, he exercised great discipline in letting me gradually absorb him as I could. Taking a deep breath, I slid his head past my throat’s opening after a few tries and stretched my gullet muscles to prepare them for more. I reached behind him as far as I could and clasped his high butt cheeks in my hands to guide him forward into my mouth at my own pace. For a moment I thought – crazily – hmmm, steatopegia, or “bubble butt,” that marvelous physical asset found mostly in people of African descent that makes their asses look so good in pants and skirts. So, I was relishing the feel of his taut, naked posterior as I dug my fingers into him, pulling him all the way down my throat until his scrotum struck my nose. Mmmm, the same, nutty taste and smell! I’ll have to inquire…, I daydreamed, as I now mouthed him deeply – as I had with Yoshi, humming “mmmhmnns” – and causing Victor to utter his first sounds: “Uhn, uhn, uhn, uhn, uhn,” almost in a stage whisper. 

As I was throating him, Victor reached down to my pussy with moistened fingers and began very softly to diddle my clit, which brought immediate tingles to my entire vaginal region. I was going to enjoy this, I mused, my first full-fledged fuck with a black man…live, and in color! And soon we were coming together in full strokes, with my hand working his voluminous foreskin when he was out of my mouth. Previously, with Jack, I’d learned the fine art of breathing during fellatio, but he was much thicker, and had been impossible to throat. Victor, on the other hand, was the perfect size for me…just as Mandy had said all the men in the play would be. I marveled at the planning that had gone into this little performance.       

Victor’s cock’s in my throat…his cock’s in my throat…cock’s in my throat…in my throat, I pictured, as our fusion quickened its tempo. Finally, Victor yanked himself from me quickly – sweating and breathing very heavily – and lifted me bodily 180 degrees to lay me on my back and stand between my spread legs. I‘d nearly made him cum! I gloated, privately. Why hadn’t he? I wondered. I was thirsty for his cum! Instead, he placed my ass just at the edge of the futon and slowly pierced my pussy, which had again become very wet from his stroking of my clit. Holding my legs open widely by the ankles, he gored me gently but deeply and with measured resolve. His hips glided forward and backward, pulling from me copious amounts of juice which made his cock look like a shiny, coal-black cudgel as it probed my bright-red inner lips. I stretched both hands to the futon’s edge to prevent me from being driven up by his lunges, and looked down at my crotch, where his prick slid into my clutching cunt. My furrowed brow revealed my concentration, and my open, panting mouth indicated yet another of the evening’s progressions toward a peak of carnal, rutting bliss. Inside he was stirring me delightfully, making just enough contact with my G Spot to bring me…bring me…yes…bring me…toward an orgasm.

Shaking it off by thrashing my head back and forth – since I wanted this to continue much longer – I reached down, more for Victor and me than the audience, and spread my swollen pink labia far apart. I thrust my head back on the futon and saw a close up of our organs on the overhead TV monitor. It showed two thick veins on the top of his lengthy, shiny, thin cock pumping blood to his glans…that dark purple mass of a thousand ganglia that would soon cause his molten African seed to explode into me.   

But I was wrong. He slowed his pace and lifted my splayed legs to bring my knees together and push them back toward my head. Holding my thighs together and placing my feet flat on his chest, he then began taking full, whip-cracking thrusts into what was now my tightly clenched pussy. The sweat began pouring off of him and splashing onto my upraised thighs as his dark, glistening physique contrasted in the glaring lights with my pale, yielding saddle. In this position my vagina had shrunk substantially in diameter – becoming much tighter – and my hips were elevated much higher than normal. My pussy, which looked like two halves of a closed clamshell, gripped his cock, almost as snugly as a teenager’s, compensating for the relative thinness of his cock. Yet he was able to drive with each thrust onto and past my G spot…an inventive act of unique, practiced genius, I thought.

I grabbed my butt cheeks in my hands, high, near the back of my upper thighs, and dug my fingertips into them as I began a rapid arc toward orgasm. And I was soon there…screaming, “Victor!…Victor!…Victor!…yessss…fuck me!…yeaahh…ohh! I’m cumming, Victor! Please! Don’t stop!” And he didn’t. He doubled the pace of his plunges, then – it seemed – he tripled it. His hips lashed at me with blinding speed, at a perfect angle, and with frightening precision. I looked up through slitted eyes at my face in the monitor and my head was again turned at a forty-five degree angle. My neck muscles were knotted and my jugular was pumping. My brows showed intense, wanton pleasure, while my open lips were stretched outward, panting out my rapture, even as I started to come down from my peak, which lasted only a minute or so, causing Victor to slow his tempo.   

But he was relentless, and started bringing me up once more. “Vic-toorrrrrr!” I screamed again, as his rapid-fire fucking resumed. “Puh-leeeeze! Fuck me…harder! I cu’, cumm, cummmminnng, again, Victor, ohhhhh, ohhhhh, ohhhhh, ohhhhh,” I cried, desperately, still wanting to continue. “Ohhh, Victor…cum in me…please…cum in me…please…please!” I begged. And, finally, he did, but not deeply. Ever the consummate stage professional, Victor pulled out to within an inch of disengaging and started pumping cum just inside my pussy, so that it looked to the audience as if he was filling me to overflowing, as his juice splashed out around the embedded head of his cock. He gasped quietly with each spasm, several times, then pulled out completely, his cock slapping against his stomach and spraying cum everywhere. Sensing his desire, I quickly sat up with open mouth and took his messy tool just inside my outstretched lips, pressing it against my flattened tongue, and milked him of the remainder as it poured out of my mouth obscenely and dripped messily down my chin, hand and forearm.

We stayed in that position, with me looking up at him, until the stage went black and the house exploded with applause and cheers. With the lights out, I squeezed the last of the thick cum from Victor’s slippery cock into my mouth and swallowed it, mewling my pleasure.  

In the dark I felt someone throw a blanket over me and lift me in their arms to carry me off stage. In the light backstage, I saw that it was Yoshi, who stood me on my feet and helped me into a robe. “You were fantastic!” he gushed. “Never a better audition! Hell, never a better show! Run to the shower and clean up. I’ll tell Mandy where you are.” What a sweet guy, I thought.

I won’t describe what I looked like in the shower-room mirror, except that my makeup was gone, my hair was matted with semen, and my skin felt stretchy all over because of the amount of spunk that had glazed it. Fifteen minutes later I emerged from the shower, refreshed, and combed through my freshly washed hair. I was standing in front of the mirror, still combing, when a beautiful young woman burst into the room, naked. She could have been Scandinavian, with her long blonde hair, but her golden skin showed some other lineage…perhaps a Latin strain. She was muttering to herself in a foreign language. And she was covered from face to thighs, including shoulders and arms, with a pale white, translucent substance that looked like bottled ranch salad dressing, without any parsley or other stuff added. I asked her if she was okay, and she all but ignored me, deigning only to say, “I hate eet when zees horse does zat!” and bolted for a shower stall. Though it had been challenging, I surmised that my Club stage experience had been the more enjoyable of the two.   



Earl and Maxine were kind enough to do my makeup and hair after I showered, both heaping kudos on me. Maxine drew my wet hair back tightly in a bun, even applying a little gel. Earl made me look better than I usually do at my home vanity. Mandy hugged me tightly, gave me some gum to keep me from grinding my teeth from the Ecstasy, and gushed that I deserved a Tony Award. And Joanna was embarrassingly complimentary, helping me to dress in my own clothing and put on my black mask. 

Emilie made a special point of congratulating me, saying, “You were great, Dee! Sorry I didn’t get a lot closer to you, but we’ll definitely work together again!” I thanked her rather stiffly. 

Dr. Neil met me outside the door of the wardrobe department and for a while was virtually speechless. He just held me tenderly for the longest time, murmuring praise and admiration. Then he crooked his arm and led me into the Club’s lounge, ablaze with chandelier light, where a very large crowd of members, also wearing masks, were drinking and conversing. As we arrived in the huge room a smattering of applause began, which increased after many seconds to a roar, as the crowd realized that it was I who had entered. Ten people spoke to me all at once, followed by another ten, then another. I was starved, of course, having not eaten all day, so I ate a ton of canapes while drinking champagne. It’s good to be queen, I thought, if only for an evening.   

Driving home, Dr. Neil congratulated me on having been accepted for membership, unanimously by the committee, the officers of which he’d polled after the show. I was drunk from all the champagne, but also from the evening’s excitement, and still high from the show. “Take tomorrow off, Monica,” he said in jest. “I’ll see you Monday at the office. Maybe we can have lunch or something.”

In the car in front of my house, I said, “I want to thank you for having such faith in me, and for being my sponsor.” I placed my hand lightly on his thigh, then asked, “Won’t you come in? I could make hot chocolate! I’m too wired to go to sleep!”

Dr. Neil’s thigh tightened under my touch, and he reached for my hand, looked into my eyes, and said, “I’d better not, Dee. I wouldn’t want to leave!” and kissed the inside of my wrist, which tickled me between the legs. He walked me to the door, kissed me again, this time on the cheek, and winked. “See you Monday. I knew you’d make it,” he said, sighing, and returned to his car to drive away.

Well…maybe it’s better he didn’t come in. Claudia’s arriving early in the morning and will be here all weekend. But it’s still early! I thought, suddenly feeling very lonely. Dr. Neil could’ve called home and told his wife he’d be late! I wouldn’t have begged him to stay! He’s probably embarrassed after seeing me perform…maybe thinking he couldn’t measure up, I rationalized. I just wanted to show him my appreciation! And…if he had stayed, well…that would’ve been okay, too!  




Deirdre's Downfall Ch. 11



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Deirdre's Downfall Ch. 12



Dee's love relationship gets rocky, but she finds a quick fix with a weekend acquaintance. Please vote and send feedback. 

"Deirdre! You took on six guys?" Claudia asked, her shocked green eyes open as wide as saucers. I'd been given the day off from work and was telling my new roommate about the previous evening, when I'd auditioned for membership in my boss's exclusive, private sex club.

"Yeah," I said to Claudia, who'd arrived about noon to move in her things. My husband, Frank, and I had filed for divorce – I'd bought out his share of our home – and he'd moved out. "Dr. Neil – you know, my boss – sponsored me; my friend Mandy, a woman I work with, wrote and directed the skit; and I played the female lead," I continued, providing a few details.

"Like, what did you do?" asked my shapely, 24-year-old new roomie. Claudia was a recently-graduated architect who was paying me very generous rent, to defray expenses.

"I sucked, fucked and jerked off the guys," I answered, modestly. "I mean, there was a plot and everything...cool costumes...even a horse."

"A horse?!" she exclaimed, aghast, as she grabbed her short, wavy, chestnut hair in both fists, yanking on it in disbelief.

"He pulled the wagon," I said, finding it difficult to explain the little melodrama. 

"Well, as long he didn't 'pull a train', like you did," Claudia quipped.

Disregarding her suggestive remark, I said, "I'll show you the CD when it's edited." Then I changed the subject and asked, "Is this all your stuff?" gesturing to the suitcases that filled the foyer. 

"Most of it," she said. "My new job starts Monday and I'll move in what's left this week." She'd taken a cab and the workers outside who were remodeling the house had helped her carry in her bags. "Can I come to your new club?" she asked.

"I don't know, Claudia. I'm in another show Thursday. I'll find out then, okay?" Again I changed the subject. "Jack and I'll be going out tonight. Will you be all right?" My lover, Jack, was the designer and project manager for my house remodel. I was rueful about telling him over dinner this evening that we'd have to stop the job. My finances just couldn't handle continuing it, and I was anguishing that I'd be seeing him less frequently as a result.

"I'll be fine," Claudia responded. "My brother Benjie's flying in from West Virginia this afternoon and we'll probably go out and eat some junk food. He's on his way to L.A., where he got a job as a construction foreman." 

"Your twin brother?" I asked. "Why doesn't he stay here? There's plenty of room."

"Oh, could he?" she asked, jumping up with youthful exuberance. "He'd love it...and you'd get to meet him. He's so sweet!" she said, hugging me in thanks. I'd nearly forgotten how incredibly solid Claudia's body was as she crushed her 36D breasts into me. It'd been days ago since she and I had double-teamed Jack – my first taste of girl-girl sex, among other things – in his hotel suite at an architect's convention.

"Mmmm, you feel sooo good," she purred, bathing my face with her baby-sweet breath, "and hearing about you fucking those guys has made me all hot!"

I inhaled quickly and my knees felt weak as I remembered our lesbian tryst of a week before, but I was suddenly saved by the bell...the doorbell, that is. It was Billy, the 19-year-old neighbor boy with whom – on a few previous occasions when I was unbearably horny – I'd had some very satisfying sex. He'd been hired by Jack as a helper on the remodel project, and he, along with his Great Dane, Thor, was also my designated protector since I'd been raped the previous month. 

"Hi, Dee Dee! Sorry to interrupt!" he said, his eyes fixed on Claudia over my shoulder, whom he'd met when she arrived. "Uhh, wondered if I could have a glass of water," he requested, lamely. 

"Sure, Billy," I smirked. "You know where the water is," I said, pointing to the kitchen.

"Hi!" he whispered to Claudia as he passed, and I rolled my eyes at her. He came out of the kitchen in a second, his gaze not leaving Claudia's 36-26-36 frame. "Okay if Thor stays here while I'm gone? Gotta' go to the mill this afternoon and tomorrow and help 'em finish some materials," he said, importantly, as he flicked an imaginary bit of dirt from a flexed forearm. I was amused that he was posturing so obviously in front of the gorgeous young woman. 

Claudia eased demurely onto the arm of my overstuffed sectional, displaying her curved, peaches-and-cream legs below her denim miniskirt, and her breasts stretched out the ribbed front of her aqua tank top as she placed her arms behind herself. 

"Sure, fine," I said.

"Thanks, Dee Dee. See ya' later, Claudia!" he said, stumbling over the door threshold as he exited.

She beamed, nodded, and – after he'd left – gushed, "God! What a hunky young guy! He's darling! Reminds me of Jack," she said wistfully, as her eyes took on a misty look, no doubt remembering our carnal threesome of a week before. She looked out the window at Billy and the rest of the crew. "Wow! All these cute men! Are all of 'em Mexican, 'cept Billy? Oooh, and who's that powerful lookin' stud over there?"

"That's Sergei," I responded. "He's the Russian foreman. Now, c'mon, get your mind out of the gutter and let's lug your bags upstairs." I should talk about the gutter! I thought, as I remembered having similar lusty daydreams about each of the workers outside during weak, horny moments over the past several weeks. Thank God for my dildo. 

God, I was tense! Even after all that fucking last night at the Club! But it'd been so loveless! I needed that rich fullness that I felt with Jack as we clung to one another...with him slipping in and out of me. The prospect of seeing less of him, my money troubles, and sharing my house with this stunningly-beautiful, chestnut-haired, bisexual girl – whose libido had recently been fed so rabidly in my presence by my lover – was making me extremely uptight. Maybe I'll pop one Percodan, I thought, though I'd promised my boss I'd stop taking the addictive painkiller.

We hauled Claudia's stuff upstairs and I swallowed a pill, knowing that I shouldn't. "Okay," I said. "This room's the nursery, which won't be used, since I'm no longer planning to have a baby. Your brother can stay here. Your bedroom's next to it, there," I said, pointing down the hall. "It's big, and you've got a walk-in closet and your own bath. No noise...away from the street...and there's a little balcony looking down into the backyard." I sounded like a real estate agent intent on making a sale. "Wow! It's huge!" she cried when we entered the room. She bounced on the king-size bed and giggled, "The furniture's perfect! This is awesome! I'll never leave!"

I wondered if that were a prophetic statement. I hadn't lived with a young woman since college...which had not been the most pleasant of experiences. And Claudia was 24 going on 14, especially in matters relating to the opposite sex! 

"I have to do some shopping," I said. "Wanta' come with me?" I also wanted to stop by the office to buy some of the drug, Ecstasy, from Mandy, so Jack and I could enjoy it tonight after dinner...in bed.

"Oh, no thanks," she said. "Is it okay if I get some sun in the backyard? I brought my suit!"

"Sure. I do it every weekend," I said. "I've got sun screen in my bathroom if you need it." I changed to a pair of jeans and a top, fixed my makeup, grabbed my purse...and collided with Claudia in the hallway. She'd put on the briefest, orange bikini that I'd ever seen and was carrying her cell phone. "Claudia," I gasped, "Are you going outside like that?" I asked, dumfounded. "It's just two strings...with a postage stamp for your...uuh...my God, you've shaved!" I exclaimed, noticing baby-white skin on either side of the miniscule suit's crotch, where a week before there had been a lavish, auburn-colored bush. Her aureoles peeked around the edges of the tiny bra triangles and she was virtually naked. She did look luscious, however, as I remembered her fair, voluptuous body writhing in the throes of passion with Jack and me.

"Yup!" she said, pleased. "You looked...and felt...so good, with just a little hair down there, that I thought I'd get rid of all of mine!" She giggled girlishly and hugged me impulsively, then grabbed my hands, looking into my eyes, and – very seriously – whispered, "Here...feel..." as she stroked the exposed outer portions of her fleshy, newly shaven labia with my fingers. It was so quiet that all I could hear was my pounding heartbeat. I didn't move my hands away. I let her stroke herself with my fingers several times as she leaned forward and brushed my lips with hers, ever so softly. For an instant I curled one finger so that it passed under her suit to run up her wet slit and caress her swollen clit. She shuddered, moaned, and started to envelop me with her arms, but – still tense – I turned my head and wiggled away, picking my purse off the floor where I'd dropped it. A flash of disappointment crossed her face and she stepped back, hesitated and – embarrassed – giggled again, prancing down the stairs ahead of me, her sumptuous round buns looking like a round package of fresh bread dough, tied in the middle by the single orange strand of her bikini thong. "Ooooh, we're gonna' have so much fun!" she said, just before I heard the back door slam.

Three hours later I returned home, at about 4 p.m. I'd bought a supply of Ecstasy from Mandy – the drug I loved so much for fucking – had done food shopping for the week, and picked up a little floral halter dress to wear to dinner with Jack that evening. Billy was gone and the crew had knocked off for the day. They were sitting on the front porch, drinking beer...something that I found strange. They helped me carry my groceries inside and grinned at Claudia as they passed. I stopped at the dining room table – where she and her brother were having a drink – and lay down my packages, ready to be introduced. Benjie was as cute as she, with fair skin and ruddy cheeks, and that delightful, wavy chestnut hair. He'd removed his outer shirt and was wearing a "wife-beater" undershirt, which I hate. I didn't mind this one though. It revealed full, muscular shoulders and the arms of a weightlifter. His thick chest tapered down to a tight middle and his chino pants stretched tautly over bulging thighs. At 5'10" tall, he was as exaggeratedly masculine as his twin sister was feminine, with their fair, youthful flesh in all the right places.

"Hi, Dee Dee! This is my brother, Benjie!" Claudia said. I shook his hand, gave him a brief salutation, and thanked the workers as they trooped out while they cast a longing look at Claudia's abundant femininity. At least she'd put her skirt and top back on, I thought. "Hope you don't mind. I gave the guys a beer. They were so hot...and thirsty!" she said. 

I excused myself for a moment and went to the kitchen. I'll bet they were, I thought – remembering her swim suit – after seeing that orange bikini. I'd noticed that Claudia was drinking Coke and Benjie was chasing shots of Jack Daniels – from a bottle he'd apparently brought with him – with beer. "I bought lots of drinks, so help yourselves!" I called from the kitchen.

"We're okay for now, thanks," Claudia responded. "Isn't she great?" I heard her ask her brother.

"Gawd, yeah, Sis! But ya' didn't tell me she was so bea-u-ti-ful!" he whispered, loud enough for me to hear. "She looks just like that actress, ya' know, Gina Ryder!" he exclaimed, "'cept her body's even better!"

"Benjie!" Claudia retorted at full volume. "Gina Ryder's not an actress. She's a porn star!"

After waiting a moment I re-entered the dining room and said, "So, Benjie, Claudia tells me you're in construction." I sat down with them and sipped a tall, soothing vodka and orange juice.

"Yes, ma'am," he said, respectfully. "Think I got myself a big break, whut with this job in L.A." he grinned, his features softening around large green eyes so like those of his sister. "Sis showed me whut you've done to the house. Nice work, I must say!"

"Mmmm, yeah. Unfortunately, it'll have to stop for a while," I lamented, quietly.

"Well, if ya' invite me back ta' visit, I'd be happy ta' do whut I can," he offered, shyly.

I looked at his thick hair and imagined its feel – so reminiscent of a strong, young sorrel horse – and demurred, "That's very kind of you. I'll keep it in mind." Claudia's brother was sweet...and looked so virile, so potent. But I shook off that thought and changed the subject: "I've got a dinner date, and need to soak in the tub. There's plenty to eat and drink, so help yourselves. Benjie, there's a bathroom down here, and Claudia's is upstairs if you wanta' clean up."

As I walked upstairs, I heard Benjie say, "Ya' haven't told her about us, have you?" I wondered, curiously, what Claudia had kept from me.

I languished in a bubble bath for an hour, shaving my legs, armpits and pussy. As I climbed out of the tub I thought, Shit! I forgot to bring in clean towels! And my robe's in the bedroom! Totally nude, I crept furtively out the door to the linen closet in the hall, grabbed a folded one and turned back to the bathroom. At the end of the hall, Benjie was standing just outside Claudia's bath – himself stark naked – and looking at me. The fraction of a second it took me to yelp and cover myself with the towel gave us both a time-freezing eyeful of one another. My glance became like a movie in slow motion, as I scanned his chiseled pecs that bore a little curly red hair...sloping down to a prominent six-pack of abdominal muscles that – in turn – were bordered by a flat, sculpted tummy and hips that flared further into striated thighs. On one of those was a dollop of what I assumed was shaving cream, since there were traces of the same on his face. And his cock! Whew! I dashed the few paces back into the bathroom and called loudly, "I'm so sorry, Benjie. I forgot to stock clean towels! They're in the linen closet. You'd...uuh...better get one yourself!" I giggled, and flushed red with embarrassment as I looked at myself in the newly installed floor-to-ceiling mirrors that lined the bathroom walls. 

I closed and locked the door and collapsed onto the toilet seat, trying to still my heartbeat, the heated buzzing in my crotch, and the itching in my nipples. God Damn! So much for modesty, I thought, as the returning image of his thick, fleshy, pink cock – surrounded by a profusion of light auburn curls – filled the black screen behind my closed eyelids. 

I stood and began combing through my cleanly washed hair. Then, after drying it...I brushed it, nearly wearing out the hairbrush on my shoulder-length tresses as I watched the reflection of my eyes in the mirror. I imagined that lone splash of shaving cream on his thigh to be his cum...cum that had arced down, unnoticed, after he'd masturbated...or after I'd taken him into my mouth and sucked him to a climax, to have it ooze slowly off my chin to adorn his leg. Those legs of his...they're scrumptious!, I thought, as the memory of Michaelangelo's statue, David, coursed through my head.

The palpitations in my pussy hadn't ceased, and – if anything – the scene in the hall had made me more tense than I'd been before popping the Percodan. So I placed the towel on the toilet seat and sat on it. "You need this, Dee," I whispered to myself, as I spread my legs and began trailing my fingernails lightly up and down my inner thighs 'til the nerves started to tingle in my crotch. I watched myself through half-closed eyes in the mirror across from me and soon began to moisten. I spread my legs more widely and stroked my thighs with my fingertips...up...and down...and brought my hands to my pussy, caressing the creases on either side of my vulva with my pinkie fingers...then moving them up and down as pulsing blood engorged my outer labia. God! I wish I'd brought my dildo in here, I thought, groaning to myself. Forget the hairbrush handle, I thought further, having tried it previously with dissatisfying results.

No...my fingers will have to do, I mused, as I gently pulled wide my tender inner lips to gaze at the flexing, bright red inner lining of my pussy. The little hook of my clit was pushing out from under its hood and expanding and contracting with each heartbeat. I touched it with the end of one finger while my cunt was splayed, and jumped – gasping audibly – as a shard of energy charged up my vagina. Better do something about your mouth, Dee, I flashed, as I grabbed the wet washcloth I'd used to bathe for a gag to muffle my screams. Before returning to my pussy, I looked at its folds...fondly...amazed that such an innocuous looking aperture could bring one so much pleasure. Just inside the fleshy, engorged outer labia was the tender pink construct – looking like the wishbone of a chicken – the top portion of which spread into two thin, blood-filled tributary lips that outlined the shiny, red opening. What a divinely inspired implement of pleasure, I thought. I'd once heard an avowed atheist at a party concede that there might be an entity called "God," since the guy had said he was powerless to explain that hot, gooey thing between a woman's legs. My religious beliefs had left me profoundly offended. Whatever. Jack was once again going to feel my cunt's slippery magic before the night was over, I pledged.

But, evilly, I was manufacturing a fantasy about Benjie at the moment. I imagined the thick, though flaccid, member that I'd glimpsed hanging between his taut thighs a few minutes before as a rampant, red cock, intent on spearing me deeply...and pictured his muscled weight pushing me deeply into a mattress, crushing me nearly to breathlessness as I reached orgasm. That's when the soft pad of my right middle finger began its feather-like circular journey over my clit, now moist from the juices I'd leaked. I kept my eyes closed to enhance the sensuous vision and felt the telltale oscillations in my groin as my nerves awakened to my ministrations. I heard the blood pound in my ears and witnessed the changing background colors flash behind my eyelids as the veiny image of Benjie's erect cock jutted out at an excited upward angle. It throbbed up and down ceaselessly in response to my hot breath...or mouth...or vagina...or hand...as I paid mental homage to it. 

My head lolled to one side, and my mouth opened slightly, the washcloth drooping loosely from it, as my eyes slitted open to witness my lascivious image in the mirror. My thighs trembled as I stroked myself, scissoring slightly closed, then opening widely, as my hand flew faster...faster yet, then slowed, calculatingly, to press harder on my clit almost to the point of pain. I imagined his teeth scraping me slightly, and I quivered suddenly from the sharp prick of a fingernail. Then my hips began hunching forward and upward, instinctively demanding the male organ...at this moment, Benjie's rampant, young 24-year-old prick. I reached across my left breast, grazing its tingling nipple with my forearm, and grasped the one on my right tit to roll it between my fingers and pull on it as swells of heat surged through my torso. I began gasping and looked at my reflection once again, my jaw now slack as I whimpered through the first crest of my masturbatory passion. Embarrassed, I quickly stuffed the washcloth back into my mouth and came...mightily. I must have mewled thirty times into my gag as my thighs closed like a vice on my hand, which continued to struggle between its tight restraints, beckoning from my clenching chasm its last orgasmic throes. 

I sat there for quite a while, shivering through my joy, until the tingling in the skin all over my shoulders and breasts ceased, and I pulled the cloth from my mouth. My teeth had squeezed from it nearly all of its moisture, and my full lips looked wrinkled and chapped. The tension in my body had departed, and I felt drained. What a nice, refreshing climax! I reflected, as I stood up and stretched.




Deirdre's Downfall Ch. 12



I wrapped the towel around myself and stole into the bedroom, breathing a sigh of relief as I heard Claudia and Benjie laughing at something downstairs. Putting on my robe, I sat at my vanity and re-brushed my hair. I loved my new dye job, which I'd had done so that my hair would grow out to its natural color. Its almost-over-the-shoulder length made me look so sexy!...and at least ten years younger than my own age of 32. I applied makeup, which was typically simple, though I'd picked up some secrets from Earl at the sex club for accenting my eyes.

No stockings tonight, I thought, wickedly, as I slipped on a rose-colored thong, anticipating the first touch of Jack's caressing fingers on my vulva. I also didn't wear a bra, since my new dress had a supporting halter neckline the center of which plunged to my sternum, revealing an inner slice of each full breast. It had ruched sides, which made it hug my entire middle from below my breasts to my waist, an open back that dipped as low as the front bodice plunge, and the hem dropped about sixteen inches from my waist to stop at mid-thigh. It was a dark pink rose print, interspersed with light green leaves. On my feet I wore red, elevated cork wedgies with open toes. I looked summery...and felt hot! I thought, as I heard the doorbell ring. It must be Jack! I gushed to myself, as my heart rate spiked. A little perfume, behind the ears, on my wrists, between my tits and, raising my skirt...yes...there, as I touched the cold glass stopper a couple of times to my tummy, an inch above my slit. To be prepared, I slipped some tabs of Ecstasy and some "Percs" into my purse.

Downstairs, I noticed that Claudia had put on a pair of black short shorts with her aqua top. She was sitting on the floor, leaning an arm on Jack's chair and beaming up at him, and the creamy bottoms of her round butt cheeks were more than evident. She was twitching nervously and speaking in half-sentences interrupted by gasps, just as she'd done the week before when she'd been so captivated by his presence. No doubt, she was remembering our marvelous threesome in the hotel suite. Benjie had put on a shirt with his chinos...a long-sleeved, maroon, starched cotton number that made his fair skin look like alabaster. What an attractive couple of kids! I thought, including my little trollop of a roommate on the floor...who's flirting shamelessly with my lover. 

My admiring sentiment was echoed, as Benjie stood up. "My goodness, Ma'am, you look finer 'n'...a new set o' snow tires!" he blustered, groping for a simile.

Jack chuckled at the humor and I blushed, "Why, thank you, Sir! Drink, anybody?"

"Not for me, sweetness," Jack said, giving me a full-mouthed kiss.

"Ah'm fine!" Benjie said. "Better slow down. Been drinkin' JD all afternoon!"

Claudia declined with a breathless, "No, thanks, Dee Dee," and shifted her folded legs away from Jack. As she spread them slightly to move to a new position I noticed a large wet spot on the black material, right at her crotch. I told myself to remind the sultry little devil to either wear underwear or use absorbent pads...especially around my man. 

"We'd better leave," Jack said. "Reservations are for seven o'clock."

"Okay, bye, you guys. There's plenty of food," I said, closing the door.

We were very happy, and cheerful, as we sat down to dinner. The meal was marvelous. Then, I filled Jack in on the divorce settlement. Very haltingly, I told him that the remodel project would have to stop...and why. His face saddened as he took the news quietly and with regret. He ruminated for a moment, then pulled his cell phone from his blazer pocket and punched in a number.

"Who're you calling?" I asked, munching on the delicious gnocci I'd ordered.

"Sergei. If we're stopping, I'll have him bring the crew and finish up what they can over the weekend," he said, taking a sip of wine. In two minutes, the call was over, some of it conducted in the Russian language. Clicking off, Jack said, "They'll arrive around nine and work 'til dark. Sorry, Dee Dee, I can't be there. I've got a meeting up north 'til late in the day. I'll come by late tomorrow or Sunday to wrap things up. Maybe Billy can help me."

"Oh, God, Billy!" I exclaimed. "He'll be heartbroken that his job's over."

"If he needs the money, I've got an out-of-town project he can work on," Jack said. "It'll mean he'll only be home on weekends, at best."

"There's something else, Jack," I said, screwing up my courage by emptying my glass of wine. "Did you...uuh...did you have anything to do with Bruce's mugging? Did you hurt him? I mean, Bo told me...".

Hesitating, and pouring us more wine, Jack said, "Bruce? You mean, Bruce...the guy who... raped you?"

I nodded, affirmatively.

"I won't answer that question, Dee Dee," he said, firmly. "All I'll say is that for years I've 'facilitated' things that to the conventional person might seem 'extreme'. You shouldn't listen to my old friend Bo. He's a nice guy...but he's a drunk. Now, I trust that you'll never broach the subject again," he said, firmly, looking at me very seriously.

I felt suddenly very distant from Jack...and was afraid of him. I was so glad I hadn't told him about Frank's punishing me at the gloryhole. My husband might have been killed in retribution! God! My old fear of men is back, I thought, panicking. Or is it that I somehow fall in love with men of whom I'm fearful? I opened my purse and groped for a Percodan pill, washing it down with water.

"What's that you're taking?" Jack asked.

"Just a Percodan," I replied, innocently. "Remember, you gave me some to calm my nerves after my rape," I lied, since I'd replenished that supply long ago.

"Dee Dee! That was weeks ago!" he flared. "That junk's not like aspirin! Christ! It's addictive!"

Our conversation quieted substantially over dessert. Jack seemed preoccupied and we made a bit of small talk. Well, when we get home, things'll get better, I thought.

I was wrong. Sitting outside the house in Jack's car, I tried to get him to talk with me. He refused to come in, saying he didn't want to disturb my guests.

"Claudia's my roommate, Jack, not my guest! I want you to spend the night!" I plead, whiningly.

"Gotta' get up early, sweetie," he said, with finality. "Besides, I don't want to encourage your horny new roommate. I'll see you late tomorrow, maybe, okay?" 

I reached over and touched his thigh, sliding my hand up to his crotch to linger there. "Oh, Jack...I want you so much! Can I...can I...take you in my mouth, honey...I wanta' taste your cum...pleeease!" as I leaned down to breathe hotly through his pants and grab for his zipper.

"Dee Dee, not tonight!" he said, pushing me away. "Maybe tomorrow! C'mon, I'll walk you to the door," and with that he was out of the car and opening the door on my side. I weaved slightly as I walked to the house, surprised, since I'd not drunk that much wine. The Percodan! I thought...or...my God! I hope it wasn't the Ecstasy!

Jack waved through the open door to Claudia and Benjie, who were in the living room, dancing barefoot to music from the stereo. He kissed me, briefly, and left. I felt horribly empty inside as I closed and locked the door, leaned back against it, and shut my eyes tightly.

"Dee Dee, what's wrong?" Claudia asked, alarmed. "I thought Jack was staying!"

"So did I!" I said, my chin quivering as I was on the verge of tears. I ran to the kitchen for some water. Gulping it down, I looked in my purse and, sure enough, in the restaurant I'd mistakenly popped an Ecstasy in my haste. Claudia walked in and I said, quickly, "Here, take this! I'm not gonna' 'roll' alone!" 

She shrugged, swallowed the tab of Ecstasy I'd given her, and asked, "Did you two have a fight?"

"No," I said, not wanting to explain. "He has to work early, and'll come by tomorrow...later," I said, hopefully.

"Well then, let's party ourselves!" she said, and dragged me back to the living room. She and Benjie began dancing again, spooning against one another sensuously, while I drank more water and felt the seductive, beckoning tendrils of the Ecstasy threading their way into my flesh. 

Soon I wanted to dance, and rose to sway with their two bodies, as though we were three stout reeds bending together with slow eddies of water washing past and through us. I feel impossibly sexy, I thought, for the moment forgetting about Jack's cruel departure. My skin is...it's so sensitive...as if it's too small for my body. I feel as if I'm glowing. And I feel Benjie behind me...he's pressing tightly against my butt. I can feel his cock through his pants. It's pushing into my crack. And, in front, Claudia's thigh is pressing against my cunt, making me...so wet. They're both hugging me. I'm squished between them! Over my shoulder, they're kissing...not like a brother and sister...but like...two lovers!

I closed my eyes, just to hear the music, and felt us swaying together. I reached down with both hands and grasped Benjie's tight thighs behind me, kneading their muscular thickness with my fingers, and feeling their hardness move and flex as he took very small dance steps. His hands were around my waist, then moved to my bra-less breasts, the nipples of which were so hard that they hurt, wanting so much to be twisted...rolled...pinched...between his fingers. And Claudia was moaning in her throat, as she thrust her tongue deeply into his mouth at the side of my head. He was groaning as well, and reached down to lift my skirt and caress my smooth bottom with his calloused hands. Claudia had pulled her top up and her massive breasts were poking at me, which prompted me to lean down and take a nipple in my mouth. She squeaked and stripped the top completely off, now clad only in her black, skin-tight short shorts. I pulled from between them and, gasping a senseless exclamation, sat down to watch this taboo, familial mating rite.

No, Claudia hadn't told me about their relationship. Remembering that Jack had been only the second fuck of her life, I now knew who had been the first, as the girl peeled off Benjie's shirt to reveal his buff, sweating upper body. Her hands then plucked open his belt buckle, dropped his zipper, and his pants puddled to the floor, from which he quickly stepped free. Like his sister, he wore no underwear, and his cock jutted out from his loins not unlike the vision I'd had during my early evening masturbation. I was transfixed by the sight, and my skin tingled all over, as my breath came harder and the two bodies became one, locking in a mid-floor embrace and swaying to an inner pulsing that they'd probably first felt in their mother's womb. I whimpered out of joy, and pulled up my skirt, raised my hips, and slipped off my rose thong. As my hand reached my pussy, Claudia's grasped her brother's swollen dick and stroked it lovingly, taking a few seconds to journey from his scrotum to its tip, then back again. Similarly, his fingers unfastened her shorts, which she wiggled out of, and reached between her legs to part her newly shaven lips and touch her clit. Her nubbin was unusually large, if memory served me right, and the contact caused her to throw back her head and squeak loudly again, this time accompanied by a visible shudder and moan. 

I trembled with her sympathetically, spread my legs and stroked my sopping pussy as I sat – a voyeur – a few feet away on the large, tufted sectional. "God! You guys look so fucking together!" I said, reveling in their incestuous dance as they swayed. Claudia cupped her ear, not able to hear me over the stereo, then bounded over to turn it off. 

Back with Benjie, whose pulsing erection was acting as a divining rod to both of us women, she said to me: "Benjie was my first, Dee Dee. An' tonight," she whispered, "with the Ecstasy, maybe I'll cum with him the first time!" And with that, she drew him over to the long, chaise portion of the sectional, stretched him back on it, and straddled his hips. He was silent, though in the suddenly quiet room I heard his labored breathing, as his goddess-like sister spread the lips of her cunt with one hand and sank herself wetly onto him to the hilt. I was momentarily sorry that the object of my fantasy had disappeared into the soupy, heated depths of my roommate, but she gave me glimpses of its slick, red tumescence as time after time she elevated herself off of it. 

My halter was in the way. I couldn't grasp my nipples the way I wanted, so I quickly stood to strip myself naked. They both looked up at me – with Benjie's eyes devouring my glowing, olive body – and Claudia reached for my hand, pulling me to her as she rose and fell, and slipped her tongue into my mouth to worm its way to my tonsils. Benjie then took the opportunity to caress my aching tits, a bit roughly but with obvious appreciation. He groaned, opening his lips slightly to indicate that he wanted to taste my nipples, and I grunted in my throat, and nearly screamed, when he sucked first one into his mouth – hard – then the other, laving each with copious amounts of saliva. I was afire, and my hips began hunching forward automatically to show their instinctive desire. With not too much coaching needed, Claudia helped me straddle Benjie's chest so that my cunt was directly in front of his mouth, with my knees spread on the top of the cushion against which he was leaning. 

I crept forward and Benjie's long tongue snaked its way into my dripping slit, causing me to groan loudly, "Ooooooaaaaaannngh!" as its flat surface licked upward past my clit. I raised up a bit more, and arched my hips upward to admit his tongue fully into my cunt. I reached down and grasped fists full of his thick, wavy hair and began to grind my mound against his upper lip with slow, upward sweeps, feeling dreamy, tingling flows in my vagina with each somnolent thrust. I could hear his tongue working in me, and could feel him swallow the flood of juices I was pouring into his mouth. And I could hear my own animal sounds, whimpering and grunting deeply as I pushed on: "Ohhhmmn...ohhhmmn...ohhhmmn...ohhhmmn...ohhhmmn." 

I could also feel – and hear – Claudia's body seeking pleasure as she rose and fell behind me on her brother's stiff cock. Her hands had first caressed my trembling bottom, wandered over my hips, then fingered my anus with my own juices. Her baby-soft fingers had traced up my waist around to my heaving breasts, which she was now kneading softly, almost in perfect tempo with the pulses in my groin. The thumb and forefinger on each of her hands were gently pulling my nipples out, stretching the blood-filled tips slightly until I thought they'd pop off, once again in impeccable time with the cyclical surges occurring within me. 

The Ecstasy had enlivened every millimeter of my skin. I tingled everywhere, from the soles of my feet to the crown of my head. I felt goose bumps all over, causing each microscopic body hair to stand erect as if I were chilled...yet I was dripping with perspiration. I could feel not only my blood, but all of the mysterious fluids in my body, flowing together in one torrent, threatening to burst the dam provided by my thin skin. The salty sweat from our straining frames, the saliva, and the smelly, tangy nectar leaking from Claudia and me, melded to provide a slippery balm, as our three bodies slapped together in a single rhythmic ballet. And every droplet of liquid, it seemed, carried with it a separate charge of its own electricity...each increasing in intensity as – at least, I – slowly approached the pinnacle of a massive, unforgettable orgasm.

I sensed Claudia hesitating behind me, then felt the sofa cushion shift, as she pulled off of her brother's cock and knelt behind me. Suddenly she probed my ass with the tip of her tongue, and kept pushing its wider-growing, muscular length into my colon until I felt she was in my belly. Wiggling it around like an invading serpent, I felt the previously gradual rising tide toward climax change to a sudden rush, and I exploded, screaming, "Aaaaghh...yeeeeahhh! God! Dammmmn! Awww, fuuuuck! I'm...cuuuummminnngg! Bennnnjieee! Clauuuuudi...! Aaaawww, squeeeeeze my...tiiiiiiits! Eeeeat meeee! Fuuuuck! Yeeeeaahhh! Cummm...cummm...oooohhh...oooohhh!"

I collapsed over Benjie's head, moaning and whispering his name over and over, and feeling Claudia's comforting, reassuring arms surround me from behind, as she lavished my shoulders and back with wet, sloppy kisses. When my breathing ceased coming in rasping gulps, I reverted to mere panting and fell sideways, away from them both. I lay full-length on my back, regarding them both through slitted eyes, and stretched my arms and legs languorously, as would a cat.

"Mmmnn, Dee Dee liked that Benjie," said Claudia. "C'mere, taste her ass," she said, and plunged her tongue deeply into his mouth, which he sucked noisily for several seconds. Then she backed away and flopped down next to him, splaying her legs widely. "C'mon, sweet brother. I want Dee Dee to watch you do me. I'm super horny!" 

But as weak as I was, I wanted somehow to prepare him for her...to taste him. As he knelt to position himself between his sister's widespread legs, I rolled forward from my back and knelt to hold the base of his cock and lick the head. I looked up into his green eyes and, as my tongue slowly traced the coronal ridge, he clamped them shut and issued a pleasurable gasp, opening them quickly as I slid my mouth onto him as far as I could. He wasn't as long as Jack, but what he lacked in length he more than made up for in girth. My mouth instantly recognized the sweetness of Claudia's juices as I pushed to and fro on him, never breaking eye contact until he began muttering, "Gaaawwwd Daaammn...Gaaawwwd Daaammn."

Then Claudia interjected, "C'mon, Dee Dee, I want some fuckin'! Benjie's got a big ol' beer 'n' whiskey hard on, an' I need some soul!" She was being really cute with her faux mountain accent. With that, she pulled her knees back to her ears and I released Benjie's throbbing cock, which slapped back against his stomach, requiring him to push it down with his hand – which he did – to enter her pussy with an audible sliiisssh. Unlike the week before with Jack, when she'd been relatively diffident, with her brother – and the Ecstasy – her shyness had vanished. "C'mon, big boy, let's see whut them mountain girls've taught ya' back in Appalachia...since I took yer cherry," she joked, as she raised her arms to him and thrust her tight, pink pussy up hungrily to swallow his angry prong. 

Grateful for what she'd done for me as Benjie was eating me, and with him braced on outstretched arms while prodding into her, I worked my way toward her mouth, occasionally taking lingual excursions along her cheeks and jaw. I licked into her, dueling with her tongue and running mine across and between her teeth, as I filled my hands with her breasts. She moaned and mewled continuously, as I felt the silken creases under her tits, twirled her nipples, and fluttered the soft pads of my fingertips down over her stomach. Under the soft, pearly skin of her tummy I felt the strong muscles expand and contract...expand and contract...as she flexed her hips upward toward her brother, whose full, deep strokes had pushed her backward, causing her neck to bend against the back sofa cushion. Pulling her head up straight, and still tonguing her mouth, I spread the fingers on my left hand to stroke the baby-like softness of her spread outer labia. She jerked and groaned as one finger wandered across her bulbous clit. It was swollen, erect, and – as I remembered – as large and hard as a marble. A few more circular caresses, answered by her moans, caused her to grab my head on each side, pull my face away, and whisper with a crazed look in her eyes, "Oooh, Dee Dee...yesssss. Doin' that...you'll make me cum. I just can't cum with Benjie!" So, I would service my new roomie, I thought, happily. My fingers fairly flew across her clit, occasionally exerting more pressure to heighten its sensitivity, all the while that we panted into one another's mouth. Her moaning became continuous...and louder...as she began thrashing about so that we could no longer kiss. I left her mouth and nibbled down between her breasts – as she tugged at her nipples – to her vulva, taking a few tentative licks at her slit. Maybe he saw that my tongue was a bit short, because Benjie pulled his sister toward himself so that he could stand on the floor, and picked up her hips to continue drilling her. Her head and shoulders now rested on the sofa. I raised myself to my knees and was then able to lick her clit with the tip and bottom of my tongue, occasionally trailing a stream of saliva along the top of Benjie's plundering cock. "Oooohhhh, yeeeeah!" Claudia voiced. "Oooohhhh, yeeeeah!" 




Deirdre's Downfall Ch. 12



"Ahm gonna' fuck ya' 'til ya' scream, Claudie!" Benjie crowed.

"An' I'm gonna' eatcha' 'til you cream," I boasted, humorously showing my rhyming skill. But she was already creaming. Her cunt oozed a flood of juice, and I reached under her buttocks to smooth it like butter across her buns as her brother continued his rapid-fire plunging.

"Dee Dee! Dee Dee!" Claudia cried, "It's...cumming! I'm...yeah, I'm...Oh...shit! Benjie! Fuck me...hard now! Fuck me hard! Harder, Benjie! Harder!" she urged frantically, as his hips beat a tattoo against her upraised inner thighs. "Nnnnnngaaaagh! Yeeahh! I'm, I'm...I'm...I'm...I'm...," Claudia continued saying until she breathed in, held her breath, and shuddered for what seemed like a full minute, her legs locking like iron bands around Benjie's butt. When she stopped quivering, her soft moans began and I looked up at her brother, who slowly withdrew his cock to lay it in the furrow of Claudia's cunt. I thrust my mouth onto it and sucked its pulsing head vigorously until his knees trembled, either from excitement or weakness. He lay Claudia down, she turned toward me, curled her body and grabbed my hand in both of hers to kiss it, while Benjie sat on the other side of me, still erect yet appearing somewhat winded.

"Hey, studly!" I murmured after a minute, half joking to him and reaching over to stroke his full length a few times, "I could use a little o' that, ya' know!" My pussy was throbbing after witnessing Claudia's orgasm.

"Yes, ma'am!" Benjie said, with alacrity, standing up in front of me. I stood with my calves against the sofa and kissed him deeply. The beer and whiskey taste of him didn't bother me...and he responded like a ravenous animal, almost chewing on my tongue as I proffered it. Stepping up and back to stand on the sofa, I brought him toward me and brought his hands to the outside of my hips. I then reached down to lift up the tip of his cock and place it at my dripping opening, as I wrapped my right arm completely around his neck. In one smooth move, I lifted my legs and he grasped my butt in his rough hands...and – gasping from the divine feeling of being filled – I slid down his cock until I felt his balls brushing my labia. I placed my left hand open on the front of his muscled right shoulder, closed my eyes, and was blissfully off on my first round of the evening's fucking. 

It was all genital sensation. We didn't kiss at all, but moaned into each other's ears, as most of this symbiosis was just pure fucking. I hunched my hips forward to rub my mound against his taut stomach muscles, which stimulated my clit, thereby bringing forth from my clasping cunt more hot lubricant. My diamond-hard nipples rubbed abrasively against the wiry light red hair on his upper chest, causing streaking stars to explode behind my eyelids. But the true pleasure I derived was from the endless rising and falling onto and off of Benjie's thick cock. He punished the soft, tender tissue of my birth canal with his broad glans, not teasing me in any way...just plugging me in a most basic, male manner. He didn't strike my cervix, hard anyway, but stretched me so that each full fusion caused a pronounced "Oh! Oh! Oh!" to issue from me. I could have cum...many times in fact...but figured there was plenty of time for that. That is, until Claudia approached me from behind and asked me where my toys were. "What?" I gasped, my lusty mood suddenly put on hold. I looked at her over my shoulder, my mouth panting.

"Your dildo...butt plug...and lube!" she said.

"Ooooohhh...uuh...upstairs...my closet...shoe box...'Gucci'," I growled. Benjie didn't miss a stroke. In fact, he linked his arms around my waist as she tripped upstairs. I leaned back against them, holding his muscular upper arms, and suddenly he hit my G Spot. That's all it took. I screamed, "Bennnnnjiiieee!" and came against him, thrashing at him like a rabid beast – clutching at him frantically – and grunting out my orgasm as I bit his shoulder, nearly breaking the skin. I flounced about in his arms, alternately trying to prolong the orgasm, and then – as I felt close to losing consciousness from exertion – dropped my legs from his waist. They fell down at an angle, leaving me impaled to the hilt on his unbendable prick, which ground savagely against my clit until I was limp. 

He wasn't finished...not by a long shot. He carried me over to the arm of the sofa, which I grabbed onto with one hand, and lifted my right leg nearly to his shoulder, while I stood on the other rubbery one, holding myself up with a hand around his tricep. I was split wide open and he gored me to my cervix this time, immediately draining all the air from my lungs. Holding me up this way, as I grunted out gusts of breath, I watched Claudia descend the stairs and wondered in my dizziness whether I could stand any more of this feral pummeling. The mirror over the fireplace mantle at the end of the living room revealed Benjie's bulging buttocks flexing to drive his cock further...and faster...in and out of me. I saw my cunt lips stretched over his thickness, tortured and slick, red and aroused with blood, as I started to cum again. Claudia lay the shoe box containing my toys on the sofa and walked up behind me, holding me and preventing my supporting leg from collapsing – put her fingers in her mouth to moisten them – then reached in front to rub my clit rapidly, which put me over the top. "Ohhh, fuck, Cl...I'm...cummmmi'...God, God, God, ooohhh, it's soooo...goooo...d. I can't...stop. Pleeease, Benjie...Clau..., more, moooore, yeeeaah...yeeeaah...ooohhh...Gaawd," I howled, as his trip hammer hips continued pounding, with enough juice running down my leg that I thought Benjie had cum.

I, indeed, felt made of rubber at this point. Benjie kindly laid me on the sofa where I curled up, just as Claudia had done earlier. At that point he reclined on the chaise portion of the sofa, with his cock still hard and ready. Claudia stood on the floor between his legs, bent way over, and slowly took him in her mouth until her nose was nestled in his pubic hair. I watched the intense concentration on her face, and her neck muscles working spasmodically, as she massaged his glans deeply in her throat. I couldn't believe the raw, physical dexterity of these two kids, as I stretched out to relax for a moment.

But Claudia was just marking time until her next round. I was amazed as she stood over her brother and continued the up and down movements of her mouth. Her entire upper body hinged at her hips as she provided a straight, velvety cylinder for the steely piston she was consuming. For minutes she thrust...down and up...down and up...until she pulled off – puffing to fill her lungs – trailing little strings of spit from her lips, and mucous from her nose, to the crown of his cock. Does this guy ever cum? I wondered. In retrospect, it would be a while before I found out. Because Claudia had other plans, no doubt fueled by the Ecstasy that she'd taken. 

She lay on her left side on the sofa, facing me, supporting herself with her left hand flat on the floor. Raising her bent right leg, she said to Benjie, "C'mon, Bro, do your Sis like this," and – ever compliant – he spooned behind her and rammed himself into her to his balls, causing her to bite her lower lip and regard me with a most sensuous, half-lidded stare. "Dee Dee...baby, I feel so ...goddam alive!" she gasped, feeling the rush of the Ecstasy. "Am I...bad? Fuckin' my...brother like this? I'm all tingly!...all runny!...like honey!" she gasped, not really making sense as she grasped her right thigh close to the back of her knee, lifting her leg higher. But I knew what she meant as her head lolled back and she closed her eyes. Her full lips parted slightly and she uttered the high, squeaky exhortations that were Claudia's alone: little, gasping, girlish sounds from deep in her throat that belied the flexible strength of their source. Then she opened her eyes slightly, and gestured toward me briefly, asking, "Will ya'...suck my...tits, Dee Dee? Will ya' touch me?...maybe...tongue me? You can...always make me...cum! Please...make me cum!" she wheedled, wantonly.

I must admit that I hadn't been a mere observer as the twins coupled. I'd lubed my butt plug and inserted it fully in my anus, since I had plans of my own for the indefatigable Benjie. I crept toward his sister and knelt on the floor next to the chaise part of the sofa, first lavishing kisses all over her face. She followed my lips with her open mouth, trying to capture mine as her head continued to loll forward and backward from Benjie's persistent thrusting. I gave in to her apparent wishes, and she sucked my tongue into her sweet mouth, moaning and treating my lingual member as she had her brother's cock. I kneaded her fulsome breasts, lifting and tickling their undersides, and finally broke from her gasping lips to pressure each of her nipples with my vacuuming mouth. I concentrated my sucking on the one that appeared most sensitive, and twiddled the other with one hand, as I slid my fingers to the nexus of her legs, feeling her inner lips grasp her brother's slick, moving cock as they met. From his member's veiny top, I slid my middle finger up and touched her clit, causing her hips to thrust forward, no doubt providing both of them a flash of pleasure as she resumed moaning. 

I diddled the large, engorged nub slowly, then faster, then even more rapidly as Claudia began flopping about like a great fish, shouting, "Dee Dee! That's it! That's it! Oh, God, that's iiiiiiit, yeeeeeah, I'm...yeeeeeah...cummm-mmminnng...again! Oh-mmm! Oh-mmm! Oh-mmm! Oh!...". As before, she froze, this time arching her back, curling her right leg behind her, almost to Benjie's shoulder, with her belly thrust toward me in front, as she pulled her supporting hand from the floor and encircled my neck with her arm. She then locked her lips to mine, releasing whatever residual tension that was left in her body into my mouth, with a long, muffled scream. 

I was so in tune with Claudia's rapture that my own internal muscles had tightened and flexed, nearly causing the slippery butt plug to pop out of my ass. I quickly pushed it back in, as my roommate slipped away from her brother, and I immediately straddled him while my cunt swallowed his rigid flesh. My knees had become chafed from the Berber carpet on the floor, and stung slightly as I slid them up and forward for the optimum position...my optimum position. 

I wanted to take Benjie high, so that I could grind my clit against the top of his cock. In so doing, my butt stuck up prominently and – no doubt still buzzing from her orgasm's afterglow – my dutiful new roommate reached over behind me and unselfishly began gently slipping the plastic instrument in and out of my ass as I took advantage of her brother. "Ahhh...Gawwwd!" I exhaled, as the memory of the previous night at the sex club returned, and I envisioned being filled in both holes by male meat. I arched my back, allowing my pendulous breasts to hang down just enough so that my nipples were abraded by the wiry red hair on his pecs. Tingles shot through me as the nerves in my mammaries linked with those in my belly. Benjie placed his rough palms on each of my butt cheeks and followed the swirling movement, pace and rhythm that I'd set for us. I felt chills – first on the back of my upper arms, then across my shoulders, then on the back of my thighs – as my Ecstasy-fed sexual drive fueled the ganglia in my groin and, oddly, inside my skull around my ears. And Claudia kept up the anal-fucking with my toy...pushing and pulling...pushing and pulling...as my multi-orgasmic libido quickly pushed me toward another climax. 

He'd been grinding away for what seemed like hours, and why he did it at that moment is baffling. But, after all of his basic fucking, Benjie reached down and – almost as if to explore what it felt like – softly touched my clit as I was hunching toward him on one of several hundred thrusts. It was as if he uncorked a vial of volatile acid in me, since I screamed and erupted, shrieking out a string of epithets as my vagina seemed to flow with molten lava. "Fuck-your-cock-fuck-me-you-prick!" I shouted, oblivious to what I was uttering. "Harder-you-goddam-machine-fuck-me!" I keened the next time, as my insides then froze and I collapsed on his shoulder, with Claudia still – now more slowly – probing my colon with the plug, which she soon withdrew from between my quivering buttocks. Whimpering in his ear, and feeling as if there was no limit to my hunger, in a flash I knew I'd lost control as I begged him, "Benjie, baby, do me...like a dog, honey...in my ass. Fuck-me-in-the-ass, Benjie. Pleeease...fuck my ass, Benjie!" 

Claudia sighed happily at my entreaties, and moved quickly to help expedite our intent, as she guided my knees to the edge of the narrow part of the sofa while Benjie stood between my legs. He spread his feet, and I looked around to see Claudia scooting her way between them – backward on the floor toward my crotch – so that she could eat me from underneath as Benjie was otherwise engaged. As I might have done in a similar position, she did nothing for the longest time...perhaps pausing just to observe. 

I grabbed a large cushion from the back of the sofa and leaned on it with my arms and upper chest, letting my breasts hang free. Then I felt Benjie's glans at my lubed asshole, probing for entry, and imagined some pervert trying to bugger me with the large end of a baseball bat. It popped inside, stretching me painfully at first, since he was much larger than my plug, and he asked, breathlessly, "Is that okay, Dee Dee?" using my name for the very first time. I nodded and wiggled my ass at him, lasciviously beckoning him toward the dusky depths of my colon. And...it...felt...so...gooood, as he pushed into me without hesitation. I felt so fuuuull! Each time he pulled out to leave just the head inside, I trembled and grunted, pushing myself back onto him, as if my lower bowels were starving from lack of meaty sustenance. The thick, heavy rib of his corona thrust aside all the flesh in its path and – with the Ecstasy further twisting my imagination – I pictured my insides as if I were looking through the eye of his cock. He might, after all, be exploring a woman's shadowy anal chambers for the first time. But he didn't act like it. This cock showed no fear, no trepidation whatsoever. Rather than peering tentatively into my cave's dark recesses, it blundered ahead with little thought of incipient dangers possibly lurking somewhere in a crevice of the flexing convolutions deep within.

Then Claudia began her work. I'd experienced her genius the week before, honed to a fine edge – she'd told me – by her convent-like existence in college, and she applied her technique directly this time, with few embellishments. I got the feeling that she was determined to wear me out this night, or at least leave an indelible impression, through my repetitive cumming. She reached up, with her head laid back on the front of the sofa cushion on which I was kneeling, spread my outer lips with two fingers of each hand, and feathered my clit with scores of licks. As rapid as a snake's tongue, she stroked my pulsating button until I hardly felt my bottom being filled. Though Benjie was doing his best to please me anally, it was Claudia who was re-igniting the simmering coals cloistered in my womb. It was the sudden explosive charge that rendered me breathless...and paralyzed. I couldn't scream...couldn't moan...couldn't even whimper. I just gritted my teeth, raised my face to the ceiling and saw nothing through sightless eyes. I'm sure they'd rolled back in my head. My whole lower body simply trembled as I grasped the cushion with both fists, breaking a fingernail as I clutched its rough material. Biting the cloth, I couldn't breathe...and so passed out.

I heard them talking...dimly...as I regained consciousness in a moment. Claudia was breathing into my mouth in alarm, emulating artificial respiration. I was grinding my teeth, and needed something to chew on. "Gum," I said, weakly. "Gum."

"Get her some gum, Benjie!" she barked at her brother. He found his pants and slipped a stick into my mouth. Mmmm, I thought. Juicy Fruit! Then my eyes focused, and I was happy. "You okay, darlin'?" Claudia asked.

"Mmm-hmmm," I exhaled, feeling as light as a feather and – surprisingly – still rather anxious to continue. "I feel so close to you two," I mumbled, giggling, since I'd met Benjie less than eight hours earlier. I reached up to touch one of his thighs, flexed hard since he was standing, and touched Claudia softly on one breast with the other hand. "Tonight's...been so wonderful that...I want more...ooh, yeah...mooore!" I emphasized with a slightly guttural sound.

"Gotta' get some blood to your brain, sweetheart!" Claudia said. "C'mere, l'il Dee Dee," she beckoned, pulling me to the floor with her. "Stand on your shoulders...in the yoga position." With my back against the sofa, facing her, Benjie lifted me up so that my head turned under and the back of my head and shoulders supported me with my legs in the air. "Now, Doc Benjie'll give ya' what ya' want. Wontcha' Benjie!" she said, as she spread my legs open and licked my crotch like an ice cream cone. "She's real limber, Benjie, so don't be shy!" she directed, pulling my legs down on either side of her as she knelt, so that my toes nearly touched the floor. I felt cold air inside my anus, telling me that I was still open from Benjie's earlier probing. And in a moment he was back inside me...mmmm, there...with his legs planted on either side of my splayed thighs. First he plunged directly down into my rectum as Claudia resumed her voracious licking of my cunt. Then, after a while she pulled back and he screwed his cock into my pussy which, it seemed, had been neglected for the longest time.

"Mmmmm," I mewled, delighted at the attention once again. Benjie switched holes several times, each time bringing a soft, rapturous gasp to my lips, and – when the position was convenient – Claudia lapped at me lovingly like a puppy. Oddly enough, I think I was fucked out...for the moment, anyway. A good thing it was, too, since the indomitable Benjie began grunting. 

"Oooh, Dee Dee, Benjie's gonna' cum!" Claudia exclaimed. "He always liked it this way!" 

"Ooh, I want it!" I cried, hoping I could move quickly enough to taste him. "Come here, Benjie... on the floor. Cum in my mouth! Please!"

Benjie continued thrusting deeply into my pussy, his gasps turning to moans, then grunts and – finally – his breath caught and I twisted to the side to lie in front of him on the floor. He grasped his cock tightly, just behind the head, and I grabbed his other hand to draw him down to me, opening my mouth widely with my pink tongue protruding slightly over my lower teeth. He dropped to his knees, pointing his cock at my open mouth – at just the right angle – and began pumping his hand to fire gob after gob of thick, white cum to my epiglottis. With each shot he growled as if in severe pain, and between pulses I eagerly swallowed his seed, lapping at his red glans to get it all. Finally, I opened my jaw as widely as I could, and he milked the length of his cock several times, squeezing out the last hesitant dollops of cum like toothpaste onto my slick lips and tongue. His green eyes stared at me longingly as I kept my mouth open, showing him the full, pooled reservoir of what remained of his tasty, gooey semen. 

I needed to go to bed...to sleep, I thought. Wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, I hugged my two lovers, bid them goodnight, and walked unsteadily upstairs, drinking a tall glass of water before I turned in. I fell asleep quickly, but awoke after a while, hearing their murmurs of subdued conversation close by. I tossed and turned, fluffed my pillow several times, but couldn't get back to sleep. Still feeling sociable and wanting some company, I got out of bed, put on a robe, and tiptoed down the hall to the dim light coming from Claudia's room. 




Deirdre's Downfall Ch. 13



Dee Dee's boss stakes his claim on her as she pays for her sins. See Chapters 11 and 12 for background. Votes and feedback are very much appreciated.  

"So, what did ya' think of Benjie?" asked my new roommate, Claudia, as we sat in the breakfast nook having coffee and rolls. 

"Hmmm?" I inquired dreamily, as I scanned the entertainment section of the morning paper. "Oh! Your brother? He's a very sweet young man, like you said."

"It sure sounded like you approved of him this morning at about 5," she grinned, devilishly. "I've never heard anyone scream so loud during a climax!"

"You were listening!" I accused, not telling her that I'd spied on them while they'd fucked incestuously a few hours before that in her room.

"Hey! Why is it a problem!" she said. "Ya' didn't seem to mind our threesome last night! An' I saw you sneakin' a peek at us in my room after. Ya' know what they say about West Virginians...'everything's relative!'"

I hadn't minded our threesome at all, and was surprised that she was so at ease with her taboo relationship with Benjie. For me, the whole evening – fuelled by the drug, Ecstasy – had been fantastic. Though I'd been hurt when Jack had rebuffed me after dinner and gone home early, I'd happily used Claudia and her twin brother as substitutes to scratch my sexual itch until at least midnight. And I was flattered...and very satisfied...that Benjie had made a surprise visit to my bed – alone – before he'd left at dawn to catch a plane.

But I still hungered for Jack's love, and was hopeful that he'd drop by later today, as he'd said, to wrap up the remodel project. The work crew – Rogelio, Mario and Pedro – were already putting finishing touches on the backyard gazebo and hot tub they'd built. Sergei, the Russian foreman, and Billy, my young neighbor, helper – and sometime lover – were going to be at the lumber mill most of the day, supervising the finishing of wainscoting that would decorate the old walls in the dining room. Installing that would mark the end of the project. 

And I was looking forward to a day of relaxation, that is, until the phone rang. It was my boss, Dr. Neil McCarthy, whom I hadn't seen since Thursday night, after my successful membership audition at his sex club. "Dee, apologies for calling on Saturday, but would you mind dropping by the office later this morning?" he asked. "There are a few things we need to discuss about your new Club membership."

"Sure," I said. "I need to dress and all, but...how 'bout noon?" I asked, to which he agreed.

I hung up, smiling to myself. He couldn't wait 'til Monday, I thought privately, the day he'd said we'd have lunch. I wonder if he's gotten back his courage, after refusing my invitation to come in and "talk" late Thursday night when he'd dropped me off. Claudia noticed my ruminating grin.

"Why the smirk?" she asked.

"Oh, noth-thinnng," I said, trying to hide my glee while cleaning the table and putting the dishes in the washer. "Have to go to the office. Shouldn't be too long, 'cause Jack said he's coming by later."

"Well, I'm gonna get some sun," she said, as I trotted up the stairs to shower, which took just a few minutes. 

Making myself up and dressing took longer. I chose a pink stretch lace dress made of nylon and spandex. It had a wide, deep V-supported bust which showed some bare breast cleavage. Otherwise, it covered my shoulders, had a high back and short sleeves, and rutching under the bosom, which hugged my middle and accentuated my tits. The lacy skirt portion fell a ways below my waist, stopping just above the knee, and had a scalloped lace hem. Except for the sleeves and six inches above the hem, it was fully lined. If it hadn't been, it would've looked like I was wearing some version of a pretty, very revealing fishnet. I didn't need a bra with the dress's supported bust. And I decided – calculatingly – against panties, as well as stockings, preferring instead to let my olive thighs tempt my boss's eyes through the lower part of the skirt, and contrast with the overall light pink color. To match, I wore flat, pink, Roman-type sandals that laced up past my ankles to my calves. 

Dark brown brows and eyelashes, a graduated blend of sparkly maroon-to-pink color on my upper lids, and pink lip gloss completed the makeup picture. You're an innocent looking Italian girl, Deirdre, I told myself, quite aware of being the opposite. I remembered the dirty, carnal promises I'd made to Dr. Neil – in the throes of our passion – the week before when we'd coupled on one of his office dental chairs. 

One last stop in the bathroom to pee and I'd be off. As I finished, I glanced through the window down to the backyard where Claudia had just crossed to lie on the chaise. The three Latino workmen had stopped hammering nails and, nudging one another, were watching the girl's pale, outrageously curvy body stroll past and recline on the sun chair. She was wearing a bright red tank top, cropped perhaps two inches below her bust line, and a pair of white, hip-hugger short shorts that showed the deep gluteal dimples above her ass. Her nipples stood out prominently, indicating – as always – that she was minus a bra. The conservative housemother in me caused me to open the window and call to her: "Claudia! Could you come up here, please? I need you for a moment." She looked up, shrugged, and traipsed across the yard to the backdoor to come upstairs as the workmen made obscene, hip-thrusting gestures with their bodies in her absence.

"Honey. Do us both a favor and put on a bra," I said. "These guys aren't used to seeing such...," I tried to put it politely, "...a woman with such a beautiful, tantalizing body."

"Okay, Dee Dee," she said, seemingly oblivious to her looks. 

As she went to her room, I heard a ruckus in the yard and turned again to the bathroom window. Billy had left his black Great Dane, Thor, behind and the dog had mounted a neighborhood Labrador Retriever, apparently in heat. The smaller dog was yipping its joy as Thor's hind quarters humped away rapidly, and the workers were laughing and egging them on with cries of "Arriba, pero negro!" and other such things in Spanish. 

I wasn't about to let Claudia go down there alone while that was going on, so I called, "Claudia, when you're decent, come help me in the backyard!" I bounded down the stairs and threw open the backdoor to grab the hose...the only thing I'd heard that might work to disrupt dogs locked in amorous passion. I squirted water at them feebly, and Claudia finally joined me, looking on helplessly...yet fascinated by the sight. The eldest of the men – Rogelio, I think – saw my distaste and attempted to separate the two beasts by hand, but was met with growls and snaps of Thor's toothy jaw. He looked back at me, shrugging, and I turned, beaten, to shut off the water. By this time Thor had thrown a leg over his rampant penis and the dogs were facing in opposite directions, linked only by the Great Dane's massive red cock, the knot of which had swollen to the size of a tennis ball. "Well," I said to Claudia, "I'm going inside, and I suggest you do too...for a while, anyway, until they finish." Claudia followed me dutifully into the kitchen – watching through the window – until nature took its course.

One can learn so much about humans by watching lower animals, I thought, as I drove to the office. Why should I have tried to break up the mating of two dogs just now, when I, myself, have spent the last two evenings fucking my ass off with...seven?...different men, and for the past two hours have contemplated screwing another – my boss! – at my place of work? I chose, for the moment, not to pursue the thought further, since I was curious about what Dr. Neil had to say. 

"This talk is official as well as unofficial," Dr. Neil said, unusually formally, as we sat in his closet-sized office. "First, my congratulations again for becoming a new Club member...and for turning in as fine an audition performance as even the longest-standing members have seen. I received this just this morning," he said, holding up a CD, "...an edited copy of your performance. I've watched it and you can take it home for a while." The CD contained a graphic recording of the lurid show I'd done in front of Dr. Neil and an audience, with six men and a woman a few days before. "I must say, I'm speechless," he concluded, in a stilted manner. 

"Thanks, Dr. Neil," I answered, smiling and crossing my legs to show a smooth upper thigh. His eyes drank in the movement as I continued with, "It was a lot of fun!"

"Uh, yeah...that's one reason I called you in," he almost stammered, as his concentration broke for a moment. He cleared his throat and said, "As a condition of your membership, you'll be required to get a monthly health check, at no cost to you. All of the 'active' members have one done. I'm sure you realize that the membership wants to stay clear of STDs. In fact, when you leave here, I want you to see the doctor on this card – a Club member himself – and get tested." He handed me a business card. "He's expecting you today."

"But, I have a gynecologist...who's very discreet," I said, preferring to stay with the woman I'd seen for years.

"She has no stake in the Club's welfare, Dee," he objected, "nor in the confidentiality required."

"Okay," I said, meekly.

"Also, I want you to curb your, uuh...sexual activity a bit...outside the Club," he said. "Word can get around rather quickly about overly promiscuous members."

"I certainly agree with that," I said, trying to match his seriousness. At the same time, I didn't know how to proceed. What could I do to rein myself in? "Dr. Neil, you said before that I should come to you when I'm in trouble. I guess I'm doing that now. Can you help me, uuh, stabilize my...my sex drive?" I asked.

"I'll try," he said, "which brings us to another matter. I'm happily married, with kids who're nearing their teens, and I don't want to jeopardize my existence in any way. Regardless of my strong feelings for you, both as an employee and as a...as a woman, I won't have an 'affair' with you."

Being much too agreeable, I nodded vigorously and said, "I understand completely," but felt as if I should've crossed my fingers when I did, since I didn't truly believe him. Maybe our definitions of "affair" differed. 

"That doesn't mean nothing will happen between us...physically," he said. "I'd much prefer to be surprised if or when it does."

So, there's the qualifier, I thought. Nothing regular, nothing scheduled, nothing planned. If or when something happens, it has to be a surprise! My God! I flashed, as I crossed my legs the other way – this time feeling a squish as my crotch folded together – that's even more exciting! Dr. Neil's glance panned slowly up from my other thigh, past my breasts, to my eyes. I looked at him and murmured, "But I told you all you had to do was ask, and I'd do whatever you wanted!" I was referring to a passionate promise I'd made to him the week before. 

"I know, Dee, but that would cause me to feel too guilty...too ashamed...undisciplined." he said.

"Well, being Catholic, I can see the fine line you're drawing," I said, "but isn't it rather hypocritical? I mean, you're my boss and my Club sponsor, so I have to do what you say, anyway!"

"But I don't always enjoy acting like the boss," he countered. "You know how childish and crazy I can be at times. I like being dominant...and occasionally...I like being submissive," he said in a near whisper.

"How will I know?" I asked, using the future tense rather than the conditional.

"You won't at first...but you'll learn," he said, missing my grammatical sleight-of-hand. "Now, the other thing is that I'm giving you a raise. Your salary will be increased immediately by 25%, with regular cost-of-living increases, but only if you cease your dependence on Percodan and maintain absolute secrecy about my rules and those of the Club." 

"My God!" I screamed joyfully, hardly believing my ears. I jumped to my feet and clapped my hands to avoid grabbing him impulsively. There go my financial problems! I thought giddily. But my excitement was too great. I leapt at him, grabbing his face and bending over to kiss him quickly. My sudden smooch nearly knocked off his glasses. "Dr. Neil! You've saved me!" I gasped, my face an inch from his. I started to kiss him again, more deeply, but he held me away by my shoulders and stood up to disengage from me.

"That was a surprise...but don't tempt me, Dee," he muttered. "To see if this arrangement will work, I want you to do something for me. Right now I'm feeling dominant. Follow me to the bathroom, please," which I did, like an obedient puppy.

He locked the door for some reason – odd, since no one was around – and stood me at the end of the long bathroom. Sitting on the toilet, he said, "You look stunning today in that pink dress. You're one of the sexiest women alive...and I can smell your perfume from across the room. Your breasts remind me of succulent, ripe fruit," he gasped, as his hands went flat to his thighs. Between them, at his groin, was a visible, growing bulge. 

He looked me directly in the eye and said, "I want you to relax and lean your weight on your right leg, Dee...with your toes forward. Now, spread your legs apart a bit...to stretch your skirt tightly between your thighs. Thrust your right hip just a little to your right...that's it." His hypnotic directions were molding me into an idealized position given some vision of his...perhaps one he'd had in his mind for years. 

His right hand rubbed up and down the prominent ridge his cock was making in his jeans. "Now, Dee, turn your left foot out – not too far, just so you're balanced – and stand easily. Are you comfortable?" he asked, his voice almost a whisper. I nodded, affirmatively, and found myself breathing faster than normal, with my heart beating a rapid tattoo. "Hold your right hand kind of behind your right hip. Rest it on your bottom if you wish, and let your left arm hang down, totally relaxed...maybe with just the tip of a finger touching your left thigh." As my finger touched my thigh I felt a static spark tingle its tip, and I breathed even faster. "Goood," he murmured. "Now, finally, Dee...look at me with a relaxed face – with that innocent, full-lipped half-smile – and let your mouth open...just enough to show your teeth. Mmmm, that's perfect," he said, blinking his eyes to burn the image into his brain.

His easy commands, his calm voice, and my unquestioning compliance had moistened my pussy and it throbbed. I felt a little light-headed, as I always do when I'm turned on. He took off his glasses and placed them on the sink beside the toilet, unbuckled his jeans and very slowly unzipped his fly. The zipper sounded as loud as a buzz saw in the quiet room, and the beat of my heart – buh-blup, buh-blup, buh-blup – seemed to echo off the white, porcelain tile walls. I groaned, jumped visibly and fidgeted when he drew his pants and boxers down to his calves to display his erect cock and dark scrotum, surrounded by a mass of black hair. "Stand still!" he barked, sounding totally unlike him. I licked my dry lips, and shook my head to release tension in my neck and toss my hair, which lessened the tingling in my scalp. 

I moaned as he took his cock in his hand and stroked it. "Don't move, Dee!" he warned, ominously, as I wished that I could be doing what he was doing. I pictured myself moving my hand on him, perhaps laving him with my saliva, then licking his hairy balls, all the while closing my finger and thumb around the head, then spiraling my hand to his scrotum and back. How could he just...do it himself...when I was here...willing...wanting? "Without moving, Dee...I want you to talk...dirty to me. Just move your lips...as you talk...like you were...in a dream," he said, haltingly, as his practiced hand made his member grow even larger. 

"I'm doing it, Dr. Neil." I murmured. "It's my hand that's touching you. Feel my little tan fingers move up and down your cock? Feel my silky skin rub its purple head?" My soft voice was really getting to him now. "Mmmm, I'm drooling on you now, Dr. Neil, making you all slippery, so you'll cum! Oooh, I want you in my mouth...in my wet pussy...so much! But not now. Maybe later. Right now I'm gonna help milk the cum right out of you. Mmmnn, lemme feel your balls...and all the cum in 'em. Feel that?" I asked, as his other hand reached down to cup and fondle his testicles.

"Ooooooh...Dee," he moaned, closing his eyes and lolling his head back slightly over his right shoulder. He extended his legs slightly, parting them a bit more.

"I love your cock, Dr. Neil," I cooed. "It fits so nicely way down in my throat. Feel my throat muscles caress you? Mmmmnn, an' I taste a little bit of your cum oozing out. It's sweet, Dr. Neil...just like the rest of you. Wanna cum in my mouth? My throat? Or do ya' wanna cum in my pussy?" I crooned, softly. His dark eyes, now open and glazed with rising passion, looked at me as his hand moved faster. "Do ya' wanna put your hard cock in my soft, hot pussy? Hmmm? You know my vagina is tight...muscular," I purred, kindling his memory of me a week earlier. "I'll squeeze your cock 'til you scream, Dr. Neil! Don't you wanna spill your seed into me? Maybe make me pregnant? Gimme your baby?" I asked, spurring the fantasy to an extreme.

By now I was as turned on as he, though I hadn't moved a muscle. My crotch was sopping and, without panties, I could feel a drop of juice running down my labia, unhindered by pubic hair. Regardless of Dr. Neil's self-proclaimed "dominance" at this moment, it was I who was in control. Though he'd dictated the fantasy – and therefore the "rules" – it was I who was providing everything but the manual stimuli. And, as I was exerting extreme will power in preventing myself from running to him with my skirt up and plunging onto his erection, I expanded that control to include more of myself, continuing to exercise all but vocal restraint. This was Dr. Neil's first sexual test of me, and I was determined to pass it, given what was at stake. 

"Wanna see my pussy, Dr. Neil?" I asked, lasciviously. "I'm not wearing any panties...just for you!" He nodded, jerkily, his lips pulled back to show his teeth in a carnal grimace. "O-kaaay," I soothed, "Before you cum I'll pull up my dress an' you can see my wet cunt all slick and wanting you. Mmmnn, I can feel my lips so red an' swollen...so ready...dripping. Tell me, Dr. Neil. Tell me when you wanna cum...pleeeease!" I begged.

"Nnngh-now!" he grunted, sounding as if he were gargling. "Now, Dee!" he gasped, and I reached for my dress hem and pulled the stretchy spandex material above my waist to bare my sodden slit to him. As I did, his hand slid from his balls to his glans and brought forth the first looping arc of his thick cum to splash down between his spread legs onto his jeans. "Aaah-aagh!" he grunted, then again, "aaah-aagh!" as I tucked my skirt under my chin and – with my fingers – spread my pussy lips open to his glassy eyes. I thrust my hips forward, spreading myself wider, and leaned back against a supply cabinet for balance, as two more gouts of semen joined the others on his pants. My hips continued thrusting in sympathy – as he moaned uninterruptedly – until what remained of his load slowly coated his grasping hand and ran down his scrotum to the toilet seat. 

My insides ached from want, from my gaping pussy to the far reaches of my ovaries, and I felt tears welling in my eyes. It'd been a long while since I'd been as needful of a man's cock in me without being able to do anything about it. I dropped my skirt and wiped my eyes with the back of my hand, as Dr. Neil's panting finally ceased. "Thank you, Dee," he murmured, groping for some tissue to clean the semen off his pants. "That was exactly what I wanted." Satisfied that his pants were clean enough, he drew them up, fastened them, and turned his back to me to wash his hands in the nearby basin. I turned away to brace myself against the cabinet that I'd leaned on and my shoulders started to tremble, this time bringing silent sobs and a few real tears.




Deirdre's Downfall Ch. 13



"Aww, Dee, sweetheart, c'mon" he said, patting my shoulder from behind, "...please don't cry. This is best...for now." Then he whispered, "Better clean up a bit, then go get your test," as he unlocked the door and went back to his office.

God! What is it with me? I wondered, as I drove home after having been examined by the gynecologist my boss had sent me to. First Jack last night, now Dr. Neil! Have I become such an easy woman...such a blatant slut...that the men closest to me don't want me anymore? My self-esteem was taking another nose dive, and my body was following it. I felt like...like shit! My whole being ached for intimacy after the scene in the office bathroom. Dr. Neil must have known I was unbearably horny after involving me in his masturbatory fantasy. Yet I'd agreed to all his conditions, just for...I shuddered when I thought of it...just for money! I began to question whether I'd made the right decision...allowing others – my boss, Jack, Club members, etc. – to govern my habits of pleasure...just as my family and former husband had always done. Jeezus, I needed a man now...even after last night with Benjie! Or, God, maybe a Percodan! But I can't do that! Somehow he'd find out! But I just hurt so much inside!

Home again, I walked into the kitchen. The back door was open and neither Claudia nor the workers were around. I heard muffled sounds from upstairs and decided to have a look. On the way up I saw my roommate's cropped red tank top on the side of the stairs. Entering the hall I saw her white short shorts cast carelessly on the floor. She must be in the shower, I thought, until I reached her bathroom, which was empty. Then, just outside her bedroom door, which was cracked a couple of inches, I saw her hastily dropped bra. 

Peering through the crack in the door, I glimpsed Claudia on her bed, kneeling on all fours, straddling the worker Rogelio, who was stark naked on his back and having his fat, brown cock swallowed to his balls by her pink pussy. If that weren't enough, her nose was buried in the black pubic hair of the younger Pedro, who was positioned on his knees above Rogelio's head, feeding his slick, brown, uncircumcised rod into her moaning throat. And to complete the unbelievable picture, the youngest of the workers, Pedro, clad in his tank top and naked only below the waist, was flat on his feet, bent at the knees, and goring her ass with his prick, also brown and uncircumcised. Three pair of dirty, rough hands were dueling with one another to grab at her pendulous breasts as their four bodies undulated rhythmically. 

My head spun, and I leaned back against the wall with the back of my left shoulder. What should I do? Since it had gone this far, I wasn't about to break up the foursome, since it was obviously consensual. And I'm certainly not going to join them either, regardless of my horniness and the fact that I might have in the recent past. No...I'll just watch, then perhaps masturbate with my dildo...later. Claudia was cumming now, I noticed, as her shapely butt and thighs trembled around the brown probes embedded in her. Her trademark squeaks were muffled by the meat in her mouth, from which drooled strings of thin saliva. The men were muttering quiet things to her in Spanish, "Si!...Si!, bonita!...Si, chica!...Si!...Si!" and grunting as she mewled in response to their piercing of her three grateful, clasping holes. She continued reaching small peaks several times while they doubled the speed of their plunges. And after each, they'd settle back into a slower tempo, intent on making their collective effort a marathon. The dubious rewards of my voyeurism were aching tits, tingling nipples, and a vulva dripping with sympathetic juices.

I didn't hear him ascend the stairs, nor walk toward me down the hall, I was so transfixed by the sight and sounds of Claudia's performance. As he reached me, I was startled and looked back at him, wild-eyed. He started to speak, and I – uncharacteristically – placed my hand over the mouth of Sergei, the Russian foreman, to stifle his words. I'd hardly ever done more than say hello to him, so the unfamiliar contact communicated to him the seriousness behind my sudden gesture. I turned toward the crack in the door and, in so doing, invited him to look on over my shoulder. Seeing his men and Claudia, he raised one thick, hairy arm and started to lunge forward through the door. I grasped his arm, digging my nails into it, and he brought it down to continue standing behind me, very closely. I could hear his rough breathing, and feel the heat emanating from his thick, strong body. My knees felt a bit weak, knowing he was sharing the lewd scene with me, and I leaned back against him...against his bear-like, 5'10" frame...against his stocky maleness. And we continued watching for a minute, with me feeling the bulge at his groin press into my backside, until finally the overpowering pulsing feelings between my thighs drove me to act. 

Why I pulled him – grudgingly – down the hall into my bathroom rather than my bedroom, I don't know. Perhaps it was because I wanted to watch us fuck in the mirror-lined room which he and his crew had remodeled. Regardless, I even left the door open while I made fast work of his belt, button and zipper...and pulled down his pants. Pushing him onto the toilet and dropping to my knees in front of him, I was appalled by the size of his long, very thick, uncircumcised cock, which had looped out, half-erect, from watching Claudia entertain his crew. My hands went to it immediately. 

He kept saying, "Mizz Dee...Mizz Dee...iz not right," as both of my hands jacked his monstrous cock up and down. "You Mr. Jack's voman. He gib me big trouble. Pleeze to stop...pleeze to stop...pleeze...to sto-o-...." Then he ceased complaining and groaned, "Ohh-aaagh," as both my hands peeled back the skin on his horse-like member a final time and I stretched my wet lips as widely as I could in an attempt to sink his glans into my mouth. My tongue licked at the head furiously, but I was unable to encircle it. His member was as large around as a soft drink can, and its cumbersome foreskin looked like the wrinkled neck of a large tortoise. But its rough physical texture belied its true feel. It was as soft as a baby's silky bottom. And as I pulled the creased skin down toward his heavy, hairy scrotum – with both hands in tandem – the dimpled hole in the end issued forth its clear, anticipatory liquid, inviting me to taste its pungent, seedy flavor. I closed my eyes and savored the salty substance repeatedly with my flicking tongue. As I did this, from down the hall I heard Claudia and one of the men – one of the younger ones I thought, Mario or Pedro – reach a loud simultaneous orgasm. 

Sitting on the toilet, Sergei was ready...but I wasn't. Regardless of the raging heat in my groin, which had been building for hours...since the morning phone call from Dr. Neil, I needed to see more of this man in front of whom I was kneeling. I slipped his shirttail up under his arms and he groaned. He was so...so thick, I thought. There was not much muscular definition, yet Sergei looked so powerful, with his power manifest in his sheer, hard bulk. His abdomen, chest and arms – covered with black hair – showed an extraordinary capacity to crush. No wonder the Romanov family succumbed to the revolution in 1917, I imagined, with mujiks such as this toppling their throne. And like one of the Czar's dainty princess daughters, I wondered if it were naive folly on my part to fuck him...to even try to satisfy him physically. I knew, given his giant erection that, once he was buried in me, I'd find no trouble having my own voracious appetite sated.

And so, I rose from my knees to stand up...a foot in front of his feet, causing him to grasp his pulsing cock in his workman's paw, and slowly I drew the hem of my dress up to my crotch to bare my slick, swollen cunt. He licked his lips and gasped another entreaty, "Miz Dee, ve must not!" which was followed by a quick series of rasping breaths in his throat as I edged toward him gradually. His eyes never left my shaved vulva as I straddled first his feet, then his ankles and knees, then his thick thighs, to poise my opening directly over the crown of his huge dick. "Miz Dee!" he wheezed, as my labia – spread with two of my fingers – teased its head, to acquaint its shiny purple tissue with a foretaste of my nectar. "Aaaghh, no!" he strangled in his throat, as my inner lips stretched around the bulbous glans. "He vill keeell meee!" he gasped – though in my single-mindedness I didn't make any connection with Jack – as I lowered myself an inch to seat the palpitating head firmly, just inside my pussy. I then reached up and placed both hands on his meaty shoulders – looking him in his black eyes – and lowered myself another inch, interminably slowly. 

I tried relaxing inside, but couldn't manage it. I tried "Kegeling" – squeezing and releasing the two inches of cock in me – to signal to my vagina that it needed to become more flexible to accommodate the cudgel aimed upward at my center. That did little to expand my tunnel, yet did increase the flow of my copious juices. Encouraged, I slid downward another inch or so, until the pain stopped me. This must be what it's like to give birth! – only in reverse! – I thought, as I exhaled through gritted teeth. My God, I'm sooo horny! And I just want to get it on! I anguished, as I faintly heard Claudia wring out more peals of pleasure while another climax gripped her.

My thighs began trembling from the strain of holding myself in the air over Sergei's loins. He immediately noticed and effortlessly reached under me, on each side of our nominally meshed parts, to hold me up with his iron-like hands and arms. My fingers left one of his shoulders and I combed my nails through the thick, wiry black hair on his chest, delighting for one of the few times in my life at the intimate feel of a hirsute man. I threaded my fingers upward, past his sternum, and he looked me in the eyes, his stare softening, and the hint of a smile creased the corners of his mouth. He then raised me up, almost disengaging, and brought me down again, extremely slowly, as my vagina claimed a bit more of his throbbing probe. I accompanied my gradual descent with "Ahhh-aah? Ahhh-aah?" with eyes closed and head thrown back, and exhaled deeply with each grunt as if questioning myself whether it were possible to proceed. I relaxed and sank another inch, feeling as if some pervert had inserted a huge, torturous instrument between my legs. Yet that pervert was me...and me alone...as I took more of him, causing his dusky eyes to stand out in their sockets, while my heated cunt embraced what was in me with rapid, fluttering tremors.

Success is not necessarily its own reward, so we tried Sergei's maneuver again, with me puffing like a steam engine and skewering myself down onto his rod. I placed my hands on his round cheeks – he had at least two days' growth of sharp, black beard – looked him in the eyes and gave a barely perceptible affirmative nod, as we repeated the slow and easy vertical movement. This time the end of his cock touched my cervix and I recoiled, afraid of proceeding further. At last! I thought, I've begrudgingly accepted this...thing...too big for a man, perhaps, but not big enough for a horse, as my deceased Grandfather had been wont to say in naughty jest. But now what do I do?

First, I mused, let's have a look...just a glance...to assess our progress. In the mirror behind the toilet was a reflected image of me – of my backside in the opposing mirror – showing my tan legs and buttocks clinging to Sergei's hairy thighs. At our junction, my pink pussy lips were stretched around his embedded member so that they looked like white rubber bands. I rose and fell no more than two inches, bringing a groan from this crew-cut Siberian stallion, and discovered that I was much more elastic than I'd earlier thought. In fact, in this precise position, I was able to grind my clit against the hard flesh above his cock without him painfully hammering my cervix. Though it felt as if I were impaled on a fire hydrant, I completed a half-dozen up and down cycles, slickening his root with my juices. I pulled myself close to Sergei's face, smelling the garlic and cabbage on his breath. "Izz...izz good...Miz Dee?" he asked, almost childlike, as I completed several careful, stirring motions, rotating my hips so that every millimeter of my vagina was gently massaged by his prodigious tool.

"Yessss...Sergei...it's soooo gooood," I whispered, picturing behind closed eyes my pink internal walls being caressed by his rigid, velvety manhood. Then I rose quickly, hearing Claudia's moans once again, which caused a groan to issue from the near-hypnotized Sergei, and his arms encircled my waist, unthinkingly. He was at least sensitive enough, I thought, to avoid grabbing my ass and thrusting me all the way to his balls...something many men would do in the heat of selfish passion. No, instead it appeared that we'd work together to accept his great package into my seething insides, never before challenged to this extent. 

But Sergei was unable to restrain himself completely. As I rose off of him one time, again slowly, his arms left my waist and he reached to my shoulders to pull down the stretchy spandex neckline of my dress so that its shoulders slid to my upper arms. He pulled the material further on my next rise and, without hesitating, I freed my arms from the two sleeves. The neckline was now stretched under my naked breasts, which bounced their erect pink nipples to his face. One was quickly nabbed by his salivating mouth, with his surrounding whiskers chafing the aureole. The other was pinched and twirled between a calloused finger and thumb as if he were quickly tuning a radio. He sucked me hard, drooling, and gradually gathered more tit into his mouth as he snuffled like a hungry animal. He switched nipples soon, doing the same to the other, and I thrashed my head back and forth as his rough, bewhiskered face scratched at my tender globes.

Looking in the mirror and watching my splayed buttocks, I leaned forward and grasped Sergei closely around the neck, to which he responded by kissing and sucking at me roughly, all over my upper torso, from breasts to clavicle. As his mouth reached my shoulders, leaving potential "hickies" all over me, my tits began rubbing the wiry hair of his chest and sending little tingles to my crotch. My entire body broke out in goose bumps as well, most prominently on the backs of my arms and thighs. I was now riding him faster, and deeper, as I saw his enormous column of white, hairy flesh – its abundant vein nearly bursting on its underside from excitement – disappear and reappear between my tortured pussy lips. When I came close to his scrotum, which I'd not really regarded closely before, I terminated my downward plunges by thrusting my hips forward and dragging my clit up his rough lower belly. Sergei's balls seemed gigantic, of a size befitting his adjoining prick, and I watched them roll and shift in their sack's surging tide of cum. Time and time again my tight, embracing channel – beckoning with its muted siren song – invited his nuts to heave that swelling tide explosively into the dark, eddying currents of my womb.

Both of us were now in a rhythm, thrusting mindlessly toward orgasm. I heard myself grunting deeply and endlessly, "Unnh...unnh...unnh," in my delirium. Again looking at my rear reflection, I rasped into his ear, "Squeeze...my ass...Sergei. Dig your...fingers into meee." He complied, embedding his strong digits into the soft tan flesh of my butt...even digging his dirty black nails into my cheeks as they quivered in their vertical journey. He then slipped a finger into my ass to the second knuckle, which delighted me. My God, this is good fucking! I rejoiced, dreamily, as I felt close to bursting. Never have I felt so profoundly inhabited by a man. Never so completely occupied...so totally mastered from within. 

And never have I been so helpless to do anything about it, including the time I was brutally raped. But this was so different. As I looked at my sweaty, gasping face in the mirror behind Sergei's head, I knew that I'd been the architect of this lewd fusion. I'd specified the site thereof...even designed the physical depth of the effort. I'd arranged for the appropriate equipment positioning and speed desired. I also knew that I was being silly – feeling giddy – as these crazy images flashed through my head, and knew that I would soon cum. Will he? I wondered, absently. If he does – once again thinking weirdly – will I be able to hold it all? 

Sergei's cock had drawn from me a reserve of fluid – not really juice – but a thicker, off-white effusion that had lain dormant, deep inside, until disturbed by his mammoth piece of meat. That now coated his member near its base with a ring of light gray discharge, and made his reappearing probe shine in the late afternoon light. With my mind on that sloppy substance, and on what Sergei's cum would look like shooting from his cock, I heard Claudia once again climax, this time accompanied by the deeper sounds of a man in orgasm...very likely Rogelio. I joined her in cumming – twenty feet down the hall in my bathroom – as I bit Sergei on his right shoulder, smelling the rich, oniony sweat of his shirt, and grunted "Nnnngk...nnnngk...nnnngk...nnnngk." My sandaled feet, turned upside down on his knees, slapped audibly against his skin. My cunt then froze around him. I was unable to move. As my vaginal muscles clamped around him he pushed me away from his chest, looked me in the eye and grabbed my waist in both hands, and began what I'd been most afraid of...plunging me up and down on his spasming rod. 

At that point I didn't care, though. My insides soon felt boiled by the heat of his seed, which poured from him until I thought there couldn't possibly be any more. Growling in his throat the entire time, he slipped me up and down like a toy on his cock and resumed ejaculating, until his hot spunk began running out of me to drop off the toilet seat to the floor in pools. I came again, violently, yelling, "Aaaaaahhhhhgaaaaawwwd!" and bit him on the shoulder again, piercing his shirt to draw blood while my vision blurred as I looked at the open door, wondering if Claudia and her band of workmen had heard us. It took minutes, it seemed, for my insides to stop their quivering and my lungs to stop struggling for breath. As my head lolled against his shoulder my vision started clearing, suddenly aware that life was still going on outside my own, personal sphere, and I saw a man's feet just outside the door. Closing my slack jaw and blinking my eyes to clear them, I panned slowly upward, and saw Jack standing there.

He was looking down at me, with his hands relaxed on his hips. He shook his head very slowly a couple of times and I quickly died inside. After a moment he said, "Sergei, pull up your pants and meet me in the backyard," and turned to go downstairs.

Suddenly alone, I plucked at the shoulders and hem of my dress to re-clothe myself, sloppily, since the garment was now stretched out of shape, and looked at my image in the mirror. My hair was stringy from perspiration, my makeup was smeared, and my chin trembling. Yet the tears wouldn't come. I felt queasy in my stomach, tortured and sore from the pounding it had taken from within – and the horror of being caught fucking like a whore by my love – and fell to my knees to vomit half onto, and the rest into, the toilet. The sounds from Claudia's room had ceased, and all was deathly still. Apparently the workers had fled.

In the backyard I heard Jack's bass voice, sharp and staccato, upbraiding Sergei. I staggered to the slightly open window and looked down to see the foreman, with his back to me, looking up at Jack, who was facing the sun behind mirrored sunglasses. Though very powerful looking, the Russian gave up four inches in height to Jack, who had picked up a piece of doweling from the gazebo and was whacking his leg with it like a swagger stick. He was leaning down – inches from Sergei's face – and giving him what I've heard called "a royal ass chewing." 




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"I brought your family here!" Jack was saying in a controlled fashion, "...at great personal risk! Set you up in a trade. Got you a license!" he exclaimed.

"Yes, Colonel," Sergei responded, standing at attention. 

Did Sergei just call him Colonel? I asked myself, disbelieving my ears.

"When I order it," Jack continued angrily, "you do exactly as I say, even to protect clients...like you did when this woman was raped!" 

"Yes, Colonel," said the shorter man submissively, his posture beginning to soften.

"You're a professional! This is not professional!" Jack barked loudly, quickly stepping back and whipping the piece of round wood against Sergei's thick left forearm. Sergei flinched and grunted but said nothing I could hear. 

"You will learn...never to take liberties with me, my friends or my clients!" he growled, stinging the man – backhanded – across his right shoulder...the one I'd bitten so hard.

"But Colonel!" whined Sergei, now holding his arms in front of himself to ward off more lashes, but passively accepting the blows, "She...she...vanted...." as Jack scourged him, criss-crossing his forearms with two more red welts.

"She can't help what she wants!" Jack shouted. "She's been driven crazy...by cruel, sick men!" and he lashed at Sergei again, who dropped to his knees in front of the man I loved...yet who was truly unknown to me...and of whom I was now deeply afraid.

"Pleeze to stop, Colonel," plead the cowering Sergei. "I vent crazy!" he admitted, trying to explain my seductive manipulation. 

"Enough! No excuses!" Jack seethed, as the dowel whipped across Sergei's chest twice.

Sergei's voice broke when he said, "You know, Sir...I vould do anything for you...I haf killed for you!" 

Jack ignored him. "This job is over. I'll finish it. Fire the laborers...I know what they did! And wait for my call." He turned on his heel and stalked back into the house. Poor Sergei slipped cravenly out of the yard by the side gate.

Frightened to go downstairs, I looked in Claudia's room. She was dozing on her rumpled, stained bed, naked, on her back, with arms akimbo and one shapely leg thrown aside in the sunlight to reveal her swollen pussy, red from overwork and drooling semen. Her face, tits and hair were also laced with dried cum. Much as I needed an ally to lessen my shame...and my punishment, I realized that, like myself, she was probably not in any shape to converse.

I felt weak and was shaking from fear. I tiptoed down the stairs a ways and sat on them, guiltily holding my legs closed. As if it mattered. Jack had seen them spread around Sergei's middle, with the man's cock pumping in and out of me, and – I shuddered at the image of his seeing us in the mirrors – with his cum running obscenely from my cunt. As I sat on the step, unable to find words for Jack, Sergei's thick semen was still trickling from my crotch to soak into my dress lining.

Jack was sitting in an overstuffed chair, near the front door, with the heels of his hands over his eyes. I whined, very tentatively, "Jack?...my...darling?"

He dropped his hands, snapping his head up at me, and I saw something in his eyes that was terrifying. It was a frozen fire, if that's possible to imagine. There was an intensity in them, miles deep it seemed, that made me shiver. It was as if the incinerating heat of the sun had been stolen by an icy blue, irradiant moon and refocused to cauterize my soul. He said nothing, but was obviously agitated since his chest was rising and falling rapidly with each breath. He was at once incredibly magnetic yet fearsomely menacing, a mixture of extraordinary pride and profound disgust, a blend of blinding rage and emotional exhaustion. Finally he smiled, wanly, and his eyes gradually took on a more human look. "Hi, Dee Dee," he said, quietly.

I stood, walked down the rest of the way and approached him, kneeling beside his knees and hoping – as would a child – that he'd stroke me on the head in his way. "I can't find the proper words to express my deepest sorrow, shame, guilt...and my apologies," I whimpered, looking up at him.

He exhaled audibly, grabbed the piece of doweling off the floor, and rose to stand over me. I lowered my head, bracing myself – and silently begging, almost hungering – for his righteous punitive lashes to begin raining down on me. 

He stepped away, broke the stick in four pieces, and tossed them in the fireplace. "I'll be back tomorrow to finish the wainscoting. If you see Billy, tell him I could use his help," he said evenly, and left, closing the door quietly.

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Dee’s downfall is complete with this chapter. She thanks all of her fans for their support, though urges them to stay in touch, since she now faces an extreme dilemma and plans to continue recording her experiences elsewhere. Please send feedback for more information and, above all, vote! 

My love affair with Jack Taylor was over, as was the remodel job on my house that he’d been commissioned to do. Small wonder, since I’d been leading a double life with him, fucking nearly every man I came across, without him knowing. It was Jack who’d set my libido free. Jack, only the second man I’d ever made love with. And maybe the only man I’d ever loved, truly loved, with a rich, mature love rather than a childish, virginal, Catholic girl’s love. But just like losing one’s virginity makes it easier to make love to a second and third man, I imagine that violating my wedding vows made subsequent infidelities seem somehow less sinful. But I loved Jack. I’d wanted to marry him. I’ll always love him. 

But when he’d caught me screwing his Russian construction foreman, Sergei, on Saturday afternoon, it had destroyed whatever was left of his tender feelings for me. At least that’s what I thought was the reason for our break-up. I felt nearly suicidal, just imagining the future without Jack. 

“Claudia, what am I going to do?” I tearfully asked my 24-year-old roommate that Saturday evening. “The main reason I divorced Frank – other than his abuse and weird fetishes – was because of Jack!” She was nearly as shattered as I was. Part of her sorrow, of course, was because she’d previously joined Jack and me in a threesome. That was one of the reasons she’d welcomed the opportunity to move in with me when my husband had left…to have more such chances. 

“Why did you have to fuck those guys?” I asked her, sorrowfully. I was lamenting the fact that I’d discovered the gorgeous, chestnut-haired Claudia carnally entertaining three of Sergei’s workmen in her bedroom that afternoon. The sight had turned me on so much that I’d dragged the stocky Russian into my bathroom, of all places, so that I could get a little sexual enjoyment of my own. That’s when Jack had caught us. 

Though I held her in no way responsible for my actions, her initial justification was: “Well, I thought that if you could do six guys at a time at the Club, I’d see if I could handle at least three!” Claudia was jealous of my new membership in an exclusive sex club for the rich and influential, and constantly asked if she could visit the clubhouse, hoping eventually to become affiliated. 

Regardless of Claudia’s competitive nature, my life was in a shambles. My affair with Jack had been pivotal in it being turned upside down. In addition to my adultery, such an absurdly distant possibility a few months before, I’d been raped, developed a drug dependence, become addicted to sex – which was now being further fed by the Club affiliation – and had divorced my husband. The only outstanding plusses were the divorce, since my abusive husband had been cheating on me for years, and my house remodel project, which Jack, as its designer, had managed. I still questioned my decision to gain membership in the sex club, though I was assured by my boss – a dentist and my Club sponsor – that it would help me because of the wealthy, powerful contacts I could make in the future.

I had fallen so far, it seemed, from being the naïve, faithful, working housewife of a few months before. My once pristine speech had also suffered. I not only thought in the most prurient of ways, but had also become a “garbage mouth,” using the filthiest of language. Yet I wondered if all these things were the true reasons for Jack pulling away from me. My fear of him prevented me from questioning him too much on Sunday. He’d come to the house himself to finish up the dining room, the last remodel task, since the previous day he’d thrashed Sergei in a rage and banished him from the site, and had fired the workers who’d gang banged Claudia upstairs. He’d also offered my 19-year-old neighbor, Billy, a job on a large, out-of-town project, since the young man had proven himself on my remodel job. I’d seduced Billy weeks before and, on occasion, he’d shared my bed when I desperately needed affection, but now he was gone too! As a nagging reminder, Billy had convinced us, for our own protection, to adopt his Great Dane, Thor, a giant, even-tempered dog who’d become a devoted companion to Claudia and me. Thor had immediately taken up residence in my roommate’s bedroom…something that I now suspected was due to a devotion deeper than one finds in a typical canine-mistress relationship. 

As so often happens, I thought, now that I’m divorced, Jack may possibly have become afraid of getting too close…too close to committing to me. In any case, when he left Sunday evening – though he’d said he’d call – I didn’t expect to hear from him soon, and my spirits once again plummeted. With the exception of Claudia and my work mates, I felt friendless and – worse – loveless. I was afraid that I’d drift into bitter isolation…and develop even more onerous habits. 

“Dee Dee,” Claudia said, “we’ve gotta get you into social circulation to improve your outlook. Between the two of us, guys should be breaking down the doors. We should have a party!” 

I flattered myself in thinking that I might be a bit more discriminating than my young roommate when it came to men but – on reflection – that wasn’t so, since it seemed I was the bigger slut of the two…and I should know better. Besides, whom would we invite to a party? My conservative Italian parents, who were heartbroken by my divorce? 

On Monday I told my boss, Dr. Neil, about losing Jack...but spared him the dirty details. Though he showed much empathy, his optimism overcame everything else, and he tried to convince me that my love life would improve, that it would take time, and – because of this experience – would next time have a more “rational” basis. At the end of the conversation I felt as if he’d somehow missed a meeting when it came to discussing matters of the heart…and sensed that he was relieved that Jack and I had split up. 

My work mate Mandy – herself a member of Dr. Neil’s sex club since his father had inducted her in her early twenties – felt sorry for me. She liked Jack…and thought he was very sexy. Ultimately, she thought that the relationship had been good for me. Otherwise, she said, I’d probably still be married to my duplicitous husband, Frank. Her solution was for me to jump immediately into Club activities and not look back. Mandy, herself, had done that very thing a generation ago – as a single mother – right after her daughter had been born. I shuddered at the thought of my life paralleling hers, although thus far, because of my ex’s inadequate sperm, I was still childless, a status about which I was now ambivalent. 

Nevertheless, I prepared to follow her advice…without a child, of course, regardless of my desire to be a parent. Though I cried myself to sleep the next few nights after masturbating in bed, on Thursday evening I happily looked forward to helping a new friend, Emilie, who was assistant directing a show in the Club’s “Wildlife Room.” Emilie, a tall, statuesque, bisexual blonde, had played a female supporting role in my audition skit, and was a real pro. I had to be careful with her, though, since she lusted after me, and the last thing I needed was a lesbian relationship; another one, that is, in addition to the times Claudia and I had been together. As a new member, barely familiar with the organization’s entertainment offerings, I didn’t actively participate in Emilie’s show…and it’s a good thing I hadn’t been asked to. It involved lewd scenes with animals, and after it was over I felt repulsed and a bit sick to my stomach. Neither Dr. Neil, my sponsor, nor Mandy, herself an accomplished play director, was there to see it. But the following day at work they’d heard about it. Privately, they soothed my ruffled feelings and asked me just to chalk up the event to experience. 

So, I took Claudia’s advice and decided to have a backyard party on Saturday. Since notice was so short, and part of the reason for the party was for her to meet club members, I invited Dr. Neil, Emilie, and Mandy. That way they could meet my roommate away from the clubhouse, take her measure, and see if – at some point – she might be membership material, given her extraordinary beauty, love of sex, and credentials as an architect. I informed her and she was overjoyed. We planned a backyard barbeque – also using my new hot tub and spa in the gazebo – and she requested that her twin brother, Benjie, be invited for the weekend from L.A. She didn’t have to sell me too hard on that idea, since we’d had a sensational threesome that had included him a couple of weeks previously, plus my dawn quickie with him the next morning…and I knew that I’d be unbearably horny by Saturday. At the same time I’d have to restrain my lascivious behavior. I’d also need to limit my drug intake to alcohol, to adhere to Dr. Neil’s explicit “rules,” since he was my club sponsor as well as my boss, and had recently given me a huge raise, dependent on my following his therapeutic dictates. 

Dr. Neil was also very pleased to be invited, since his wife was taking their kids to his mother’s for the weekend. When I asked him what he’d like me to serve for food, he replied, “I don’t know, surprise me!” Without letting on, I remembered what he’d said two weeks before about any future trysts that we might have: that he’d “much prefer to be surprised.” My spirits rose a bit as I began to picture Saturday afternoon and evening in my mind. Will Dr. Neil feel dominant or submissive, I wondered, remembering his sexual split personality. I was secretly pleased that Mandy was committed for the weekend and couldn’t attend, since her presence would probably diminish the boss’s spontaneity. 

On Friday night, Claudia and I marinated chicken breasts in white wine and capers to barbeque the next day. A highly seasoned macaroni salad and fresh vegetables with a thick garlic sauce fleshed out the menu. For dessert, we settled on fresh orange slices and Grand Marnier. But the real party hit would be pitchers of icy margaritas, with freshly ground salt. 

Claudia’s twin brother, Benjie, flew in from L.A. Friday night, and took a shuttle from the airport to the house. The three of us had a great time after a late snack, drinking wine and listening to music. Though Claudia and her twin brother spent the night together, which was their incestuous habit, I showed marked restraint in not joining them, since – among other things – she’d told me she was going to give him some special lovemaking lessons. 

I had a very sensuous dream about Jack that night, which segued into fucking with Benjie as my subconscious memory recreated the events of the last time he’d visited. My mind was obviously telling me to spend time with him between the sheets at some point over the next two days. With Claudia and Benjie together, Billy’s dog, Thor, slept on the bed next to me, since he’d been banished from Claudia’s room. Before I slept, he watched me masturbate with my dildo – with black, soulful eyes – until I had an orgasm and fell asleep. 

Saturday we all slept late, and I awoke tense, telling myself to behave discreetly with Benjie or suffer Dr. Neil’s retribution. We had brunch, anticipating having the main meal of the day during the party. It was a gorgeous, warm California day and I was excited by its promise. We immediately jumped into casual clothes, preferring to clean up later, before the guests arrived. I wore short, denim shorts and a purple halter top, without a bra. Claudia wore skin-tight, dark green, hip hugger shorts and a cropped, light green tank top. Of course, since she considers bras very confining, her fulsome breasts were prominently featured as we cleaned the house. Benjie didn’t wear a shirt – just cargo shorts – which caused my pulse to race each time I looked at him. His buff build had been burnished to a deep, golden tan by the southern California sun…an unusual occurrence, given his fair skin. I tried, but didn’t succeed, to keep from touching his bare flesh when we spoke…as I made various points in conversation. He looked at me each time my fingers stroked his yummy muscles and, though I only succeeded in making myself increasingly tense, I seemed to make lots of those conversational points with him as we vacuumed the floors, dusted and washed windows. 

Since the whole hot tub setup was new to me, I asked Benjie to show me its operation. The tub had been mounted under the deck of the roofed gazebo, its top flush with the floor, with a round plank cover that was removable. The spa could be used in any weather, given the gazebo’s round, peaked roof. It was a large fiberglass tub, with many jets that sprayed with different intensities, and had room enough for a dozen beefy adults. Jack’s design had cushioned benches on the deck surrounding it inside the gazebo enclosure, and had located all except the operating controls under the deck, on the opposite side from the house and hidden from view behind a lattice door. 

After he’d lifted the cover off the spa, which then served as a round dining table supported on hinged legs while rigged for a sun umbrella, Benjie called me to the backyard for my mechanical familiarization lesson. Walking around the gazebo’s back and squatting, we peered into the gloom under the deck as he showed me the master switches and a couple of dials, the purposes of which I immediately forgot. “I’ll show ya’ the warmth and intensity controls when we go up top, Dee Dee,” he said, as I shifted and started to fall over. I grabbed his thigh to steady myself at the same moment that he reached for mine to help me. It wasn’t as if I’d hurt myself if I rolled a couple of inches onto the new sod…but if I hadn’t gripped his thigh and my hand hadn’t slid upward to his crotch – accidentally, really! – I wouldn’t have discovered that his big cock was nearly hard. 

I looked from the controls to him, and sat back on my buttocks with parted legs, bracing myself with my arms behind me. He turned to me, kneeling, to reveal the prominent bulge down the leg of his shorts. I’d truly wanted to avoid this, at least before the party, yet it had been a week since I’d had any sexual contact with a man – a record period of abstinence for me over the past months – and my head was swimming with vivid memories of his naked, muscular body. The sight of his swelling groin made me tingle and glow, yet I tried to stem my excitement by scooting backward, away from him. 

He went to his knees between my parted legs and gasped, “Dammit, Dee Dee, every time ya’ touch me I almost cream my jeans!” 

My breasts started heaving from shallow, excited breaths as I looked into his green eyes. The desire that shone in them was so infectious, and I felt my panties moistening. I didn’t give myself time to answer the question, “Should I or should I not?” as I reached one hand tentatively toward his middle. My brain told me to pay the price later. He shuffled forward on his knees between my bare legs and my fingertips grazed the outline of his member, warm to the touch and now completely hard and pushing open one leg of his shorts. As I stroked the khaki bulge a couple of times he groaned…and I knew that I was lost as I relieved my tension with an involuntary gasp and groped for him, curling my fingers over his waistband and pulling him toward me. His thick arms surrounded me and I leaned back slowly – my heart racing – to feel the cool grass on my back and shoulders.

I held his big body with all four of my limbs, kicking off my sandals so that I could push my pelvis against his by digging my heels into his magnificent thighs without scratching him. Our mouths were locked in a wet kiss that formed an open passage for our thrashing tongues. We broke for a moment and he untied the knot holding my halter top behind my neck, baring my excited breasts. “Bennnjieee,” I whined, as his slick lips drooled onto one of my tits, vacuuming its firm flesh into his hot mouth. A calloused hand teased the hard, tender nipple of the other as my trembling fingers finally plucked open the button on his shorts and unzipped them. I pushed them down roughly, grunting as I did so, until – yessss – his cock popped free of its constraints and began moving in and out of both my cradling hands firmly, hotly. We both moaned as I caressed his steely weapon, which was already dribbling his fluid onto my thighs. 

By that time he’d unfastened my shorts and was pulling them down. We lifted our hips, his off me and mine off the ground simultaneously, and our garments were quickly down and off our feet. I tried to rise, wanting to lick and suck his prick, but Benjie held me firmly, indicating his desire to penetrate me at once. I threw back my head and moaned, “Ohhhh…Benjieee,” as he stirred his glans in the folds of my sopping opening. I’d not shaved my pussy for days and was conscious of the stubble that had grown on the outer lips of my vulva, but he just groaned affirmatively as he rubbed his blunt, dark red crown against it, preparing to plunge into me. I drew back my legs, then lifted my ankles high, holding them up by grasping my calves…and he continued stirring with his dick, which now was making cyclical contact with my swollen clit. Each time his spongy cock head grazed the sensitive nubbin a spark would zap up my vagina, and I’d close my eyes to see flashes of white light paint the inside of my lids. I was now murmuring regular, quiet moans, “Ohh…ohh…ohh…ohh…ohh,” as he stirred into me more deeply. He was opening my wet folds with his cock, more so with each reaming motion, and deeper with each move, as I felt cool air inside my heated vagina. 

I heard the screen door leading into the kitchen slam closed and assumed that Claudia had either come out or, having discovered our coupling, had gone back in without interrupting us. Either way, I didn’t care, as I was delirious with desire by this time. I released my upraised legs, now tingling from loss of blood, and brought my calves down to wrap them around Benjie’s hard buttocks. He then pushed all the way into me, as if my movement had been a signal, and I responded with a relieved “Ohhhhaaahhhhnnngh” when his cock touched my cervix. 

This is heavenly, I thought, moved to delight by a sweet, sneaky feeling of guilt at having challenged one of Dr. Neil’s rules about fucking outside the Club membership. But Benjie was almost family, I rationalized, then gave that up to concentrate on what we were doing. I couldn’t, though, since the whole setting was so idyllic: it was a picture-perfect morning in early Summer; we were hidden from view behind my gazebo on freshly laid sod; the fragrant odors of flowers and grass were everywhere as he plowed into me; we’d given in to our mounting desire and – to put it very simply – we were fucking outdoors like two horny, pastoral animals. We were also adding our own odors to the mix, as my pussy – uncleaned for over 24 hours – dribbled its smelly nectar down between my butt cheeks, and the combined sweat from our unwashed bodies began to make us slippery and fetid, even though we were in the shade.

Our body movements were responding to the scene as well. Though amazingly excited at first, we’d relaxed a bit into a steady rhythm, moving languidly against one another as fully as Benjie’s generous length would allow. It was deathly quiet, save for our heavy breathing, murmuring, or the odd butterfly fluttering past…and the soft, licking sound of my cunt lips lapping at his rigid meat. “Ooooohh, Benjie…I luuuuuv this,” I whispered in his ear, my throat clenching in delirious joy. He responded by capturing my mouth with his and plumbing it deeply with his tongue, then resumed his stirring motions – this time high up inside – and I wondered where he’d learned the little trick, since he’d been much more basic a couple of weeks before. Regardless of the source of his new technique, I was very gradually approaching an orgasmic plateau, and began moaning as I progressed. “Mmmnnn-hmm…mmmnnn-hmm…mmmnnn-hmm,” I groaned deeply as we fucked, a bit faster now.




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“Well, hello there!” I heard my middle-aged neighbor, Barbara, say to someone, from no more than ten feet away on the other side of the back fence, which was near enough so that I could touch it. 

“Hi!” I heard Claudia say from close by. She was standing on the hot tub deck, just above us, I discovered, and was talking over the top of the fence. “I’m Claudia, Dee Dee’s new roommate!”

“I’m Barbara. I heard through the grapevine that Dee had gotten a divorce. I’m so sorry!” said the nosey old busybody. 

I put a hand on the back of Benjie’s neck as if to urge him on, and felt the desired result as he sped his pace, plunging into me with controlled ferocity.

“Yeah. Well, she’s about to…uuh…come out of it okay…I think,” Claudia said. I’m sure she hadn’t expected her assessment to sound so completely Freudian just at that moment, as I gritted my teeth and shook off some pangs deep within me…the early indications of an impending climax. I was frantic with shameful excitement, knowing that my unwitting neighbor was just a few feet away. “Oh, guess I should tell you…we’re having a party this afternoon, right here in the gazebo,” Claudia chirped at Barbara. “We’ll try to keep the noise down.” 

“Not to worry. I won’t be around at all today,” Barbara said. “In fact, I have to leave soon. Next time I see you I hope we can talk more, Claudia. Have fun at your party!”

“Okay, thanks. Bye-bye!” said my roommate. Then there was silence.

“Oh, Gawd…Benjie!” I gasped in his ear. “Fuck me…really hard now, ‘cuz…I’m gonna cum!” I then pulled him down to flatten his chest against my tingling breasts and opened my mouth widely to consume his tongue…and muffle the sounds of my orgasm. 

It was titanic. I dropped my legs to the ground, digging my heels into the soft sod, and raised my vulva up to Benjie’s battering hips, as I came with the force of a runaway train. My vagina clamped onto him tightly, desperately trying to wring from him a load of cum, and my hips writhed obscenely under his muscled loins. I scratched at his shoulders and mewled continuously, as my mouth was busy sucking on his tongue, until I peaked…then started to descend. At that moment he uttered a low growl and blasted a heated shot or two of cum against my cervix, then pulled out to reveal his glorious, cumming cock. He just leaned back, butt-on-heels, with his veiny red dick in the air at a very acute angle. Without the aid of his hand, his next shot flew through the air like a rope, landing directly in the middle of my forehead, just above the hairline, and trailed down my face and chest, all the way to my navel. 

I was on him in a flash, both hands milking him, with my lips encircling his pulsing, red crown. Between each long pull of my hands, from scrotum to corona, I gasped, “Mmm, yeah…yeah, Benjie…yeah…yeah,” as I gathered the young man’s sweet cum in my mouth prior to swallowing it. Finally, I took as much of his softened dick as I could and sucked it hard, determined – for now, anyway – to empty his nearly hairless scrotum. He whined after a few seconds, and I realized that I was being too rough. I felt almost cannibalistic. 

“Hi, kids!” Claudia called to us from above. We looked up and she was peering down at us, green eyes glinting devilishly, with her chin propped cutely on her hand. “Boy, gettin’ the hot tub ready is hard work, huh! Brought out some iced tea for you guys, then got sidetracked by the neighbor. Tea’s right here. Looks like you both could use it,” she giggled, and tripped back into the house.

Claudia teased me unmercifully later, as I showered and washed my hair. “Didja’ like what I taught Benjie?” she asked, helping me scrub the grass stains from my back and butt at my request.

“Mmmnn, he’s getting to be awfully good!” I admitted, as my pussy did a rapid flutter at the thought of our backyard quickie. “Incidentally, don’t even hint to Dr. Neil this afternoon that there’s anything between Benjie and me…or me and you, for that matter!”

“I’ll be discreet,” Claudia assured. “Think he’ll like me?” she asked. “I’m gonna wear my orange bikini!”

“Just be yourself,” I countered, “…not aggressive or fawning like you are with Jack; you know, bubbly, open, and charming. In that bikini, he won’t need his glasses to see the real you,” I cracked, sardonically. 

“Who’s Emilie?” she asked.

“A friend from the Club,” I responded. “She’s blonde, a little taller than you and…built about the same,” I said, suggesting to Claudia that she might not be the center of attention. “Be careful with her,” I warned. “She’s not only bisexual, but also has a very acid tongue.”

“Bisexual!” she said, her eyelids closing slightly at the information. “Interesting!” She arched one eyebrow.

“Mmm,” I agreed. “Now get out of here and shower if you’re going to. I’ve gotta get ready and prepare the food,” I said, as the naked Benjie walked past the door from Claudia’s bathroom, looking for a towel in the hall linen closet. This is like living in a dorm! I thought, as – out of habit – I covered my nakedness with a robe. What a contrast to my conventional suburban life of the past ten years! 

Later, Benjie set up the round table, fueled the barbeque, and heated the hot tub just right for a warm late afternoon. I laid out the food under the Cinzano umbrella and brought out a portable stereo for the gazebo. I also brought out enough towels for everyone. Claudia made the first pitcher of margaritas – a specialty of hers – and chilled them in the fridge. “Dee Dee! Do you have any Ecstasy?” she asked.

“Yes, but I don’t know whether Dr. Neil would approve,” I said. “Let’s play it by ear.”

I wore my black bikini, a very revealing suit that contrasts nicely with my olive skin. I put on light makeup and pulled my hair back into two pony tails, which made me look like a teenager. Claudia’s suit was little more than three small triangles of material on strings. The bra barely covered her aureoles, and the crotch piece of her thong showed the sides of her completely shaven outer lips. Her outrageous, soft, 36D-26-36 body – topped with her head of chestnut hair – seemed to scream out for stroking hands. Her fair skin glowed translucently, and on her breasts one could see blue-green veins pumping blood to her glands. Thor, the Great Dane, had joined her by this time, and repeatedly leaned against her leg, sometimes almost knocking her off balance, as he demonstrated his devotion. Finally, she said, “Thor! Stop hassling me! Go over there and lie down!” and pointed to a spot away from her. He hung his head and loped away, grumbling something in his throat, and circled the spot a few times before he flopped down, “harumphing” his displeasure at her rejection. 

Benjie was just as attractive as his twin sister, chestnut-haired as well, though the tanned skin of his hard, muscled body was a deep color and contrasted nicely with the long, loose, green-and-white Hawaiian swim shorts he wore. Standing apart from them, trying to think if I’d forgotten anything, my pussy fluttered again as I regarded both of their healthy physiques…but especially that of Benjie. 

Emilie and Dr. Neil arrived within minutes of one another, in late afternoon. Both carried small duffel bags. Emilie was dressed in a long-sleeved, tightly fitting dark green jumpsuit and sandals. She proceeded to the backyard and doffed her jumpsuit in the gazebo to reveal her deeply tanned, gym-conditioned, 5’9” body, clad in a white string bikini. Her natural blonde hair was in a ponytail and flashed in the sunlight, along with her blue eyes. She looked like a Nordic goddess.

Dr. Neil arrived in button down shirt, slacks, and loafers, from which he changed to a pair of blue swim trunks in the half-bath off of the kitchen. When he emerged, once again I marveled at his thick, black body hair, especially on his chest and thin legs. I passed him a margarita immediately as he joined the group. He and Emilie embraced familiarly – having known each other from the Club – as the other introductions were made and it seemed as if everyone began talking at once. The food table became the center of attention as we snacked on garlic pita chips and hot sauce, or on fresh veggies and garlic sauce. Dr. Neil joked about the presence of garlic in everything and made a few funny comments about my Italian lineage, at the same time laying his full hand on my bare right hip, at the top of my butt cheek – stroking it lightly – as we laughed at his humor. From that early point on, Dr. Neil was the master of ceremonies and our entertainer. His jokes got more ribald as the afternoon went on and the margaritas flowed. 

I was thankful that I’d bought a half-gallon of tequila, since we needed more drinks. I grabbed the pitcher and started into the kitchen. 

“Want me to make ‘em?” Claudia asked.

“No, thanks, I know your recipe,” I called back. “Wanna help me?” I muttered to Dr. Neil, wishing to share a few words with him privately. He did a little vaudeville skip with his feet and followed me inside, glass in hand. “What do you think of Claudia?” I asked, when we were inside.

“Seems nice,” he said. “Absolutely delectable. Vivacious. A little young and girlish.”

“So was I at that age,” I said, turning to the counter to fill the blender.

“Yeah, I remember,” he concurred, as he ran a hand from the side of my neck, over my shoulder, and down my ribcage to the flare of my hips and bikini bottom. His touch caused goose bumps to appear and the hair stood out on the back of my arms. I inhaled sharply and held my breath until I’d loaded the ice in the mixer.

Then I turned to face him. He was very close and I could smell his after shave lotion blended with tequila. “Are you dominant or submissive today?” I asked directly, wanting to see how I should act – or react – to him.

“A little of both,” he said, his eyes twinkling. “By the way, for my edification, what are your measurements?” he asked.

Embarrassed, I said, “Uhh, 34C-24-34,“ making my hips sound a little smaller than they really are. He nodded and the room went quiet. “Well,” I said, exhaling with some puzzlement, “…I have some Ecstasy, and want to know if it’s okay to take it.”

“Don’t see why not,” he said. “Every once in a while’s okay. It’s bad for your system, you know.”

“I’ve heard that,” I said, and reached to the window ledge where I’d put the drug’s small, silver pillbox with a harlequin figure carved into its cover. “Maybe later…” I continued, then we heard a shriek outside from Claudia, who was in the hot tub with Benjie and Emilie. My roommate was already half in her cups from the margaritas she’d consumed, and half out of the cups of her bikini bra. I switched on the blender and minutes later we joined the trio in the spa. 

Emilie was sitting between Benjie and his sister, closely. I filled their empty glasses and Dr. Neil and I joined them in the tub on its opposite side. We hoisted our glasses in a toast by Dr. Neil: “To Giuseppe Garibaldi!” he said. “Without Italy’s unification, we might not have met the sumptuous Dee!”

“Hear, hear!” Emilie agreed, looking at me as if she might devour me in a most carnal way, which everyone noticed.

Breaking the silence, I said, “We can eat as soon as the coals are ready. Benjie, could you start them?” He leapt from the tub to do my bidding, causing a minor tidal wave, and went out to the barbeque.

It was then that the red-cheeked Claudia raised her leg, the one closer to Emilie, to place her foot on the underwater bench next to her. With the jets filling the water with bubbles, I hadn’t noticed Emilie’s left arm, angled toward Claudia’s crotch, which had been flexing as she fingered, underwater, the young woman’s open, hairless cunt, now free of her bikini thong. Emilie looked unabashedly at Dr. Neil and me as Claudia’s eyes glazed over and she leaned her head back to show her creamy neck, its jugular standing out from the skin. We were silent…and just watched, like the shameless voyeurs both of us are. In a couple of minutes Claudia had her first orgasm…squeaking through it in her darling way, as she sat across from us with her tits trembling, almost leaping out of their orange string top. It was brief, but apparently satisfying, and I must admit to a feeling of jealousy. I’d never seen her climax with another woman. 

I wasn’t the only jealous one. At her first passionate sound, Thor bounded onto the deck with his erect penis jutting from his belly and, whining deeply in his throat, trotted to Claudia’s face and began licking her as if she’d been injured. Embarrassed and gasping, she admonished him and he left, dejectedly, once again to lie on the lawn, passing Benjie, who was returning to the spa. Benjie took one look at his sister and – polite and accepting – slid into the tub without saying a word. Dr. Neil broke the silence by saying somewhat lamely, "We started without you, big fella!” and reached over to grasp the inner part of my right thigh, just below my crotch, and squeeze lightly.

Emilie had lit a long, slow-burning fuse, which for the rest of the evening would trigger any number of orgiastic explosions. But first we ate, all drinking red wine with our chicken and salad, which is my preference. After much laughing and many toasts, we were anxious to get back in the tub, and so postponed dessert. By the time we returned, we were all very mellow, and feeling very close to each other. In the middle of dinner, I’d excused myself and gone to the bathroom, quickly swallowing a tab of Ecstasy as I passed through the kitchen. My morning fuck with Benjie had taken a single bloom off the rose, figuratively speaking. Now, with the margaritas, the wine, Claudia and Emilie’s exhibitionism, and my drug, I was ready for some wholesale pruning of all the roses.

Rather than use the bright lights, I’d placed candles in red glass enclosures around the inside of the gazebo on the deck. They gave off a soft, lurid light even before dusk and made everyone look other worldly. They also allowed us more privacy under water…not that we really needed it. We all knew what to expect.

Dr. Neil was the first to get completely naked, surprisingly. He just stood up and dropped his trunks, throwing them over his shoulder onto the deck. His pale, white cock hung down from a forest of black hair that continued almost unbroken from his neck, with a thicker growth at his groin and inside his thin, stringy thighs, to his ankles. At about the same time Emilie removed her bikini top. Each of us gasped as her 36C breasts sprang forth, suspended by strong shoulder and pectoral muscles. She was so chiseled, I thought dreamily, the drug having taken hold, and noticed that Claudia hesitated for a while to remove her top, perhaps feeling unjustifiably sensitive about her softer looking tits of a slightly larger cup size. 

When Emilie removed her top, Benjie reached over to slowly stroke her tits, bringing her pink nipples to life immediately. She looked at him for perhaps thirty seconds as he indolently palmed her, then – with a wry smile on her face – appeared to lift him bodily off his perch and stand his body in front of her. Then she calmly unbuttoned his trunks and dropped them below water level. His semi-erect cock was soon in her mouth, her head bobbing forward and backward as she hummed in her throat and slurped noisily at his member.

My hand went immediately to Dr. Neil’s dick, which was erect and pointing to the sky. He reached behind me to undo my bikini top and it soon sank to the bottom of the tub. We locked into our first kiss of the day, with me tugging slowly at his prick. Emilie had dropped to her knees in front of Benjie so that she could fully throat him and, being close to me, reached over between my legs and pulled at the middle of my suit bottom. I raised off my seat slightly and the stretchy garment washed down over my knees to leave me naked. In the back of my mind I was happy that I’d shaved my pussy while in the shower. This was especially so since, in a moment, Dr. Neil sat on the deck with his lower legs in the water, and, with surprising strength, hoisted me up with my back to him, spread my legs, and brought me down, gasping, onto the head of his cock. I consciously dilated my vagina, since the water had washed any juices from my outer lips but, once he was inside me, I had no trouble accepting him as deeply as he could go. 

As I raised my head and looked through slitted eyes, I saw Claudia masturbating while she watched Dr. Neil’s dick disappear into and reappear from my open pussy. Emilie saw the same thing as she pulled off of Benjie and continued to jerk on him while standing up and stripping off her bikini bottom. She’d harbored lusty feelings for me for weeks, so kissed Benjie deeply and whispered something in his ear, then stepped between my splayed legs and bent over at the hip to begin tonguing Dr. Neil’s balls and the junction of our fucking, concentrating mainly on my clit. Over her head I saw Benjie holding his beautiful cock in one hand, then it disappeared as he slid it fully into Emilie, who moaned a long, “Uuuuuhhhhnngh” as he entered her. I knew what she was feeling, since I’d been so profoundly pleasured by him earlier in the day, outside…just a few feet away. I was fully gripped by the Ecstasy now, and my eyes were closed as I became just a mass of nerve endings. I hardly noticed when Claudia got out of the tub and walked around to Dr. Neil, helping to ease him down on his back to straddle his head, and – with fingers spreading herself open – placed her sweet cunt directly onto his mouth. 

We were all moving…so slowly…and every movement caused each of us to make a unique, sensuous sound, as our five bodies became one, unified, sexual clique. Each of Benjie’s thrusts was accompanied by a soft “ungh” from his open lips. His cock caused Emilie to grunt “aangh” from her open mouth, while her tongue laved my pussy and clit, causing an “omh” from me and a lift off of – or vaginal contraction around – Dr. Neil. He, in turn, moaned “mmmslp” into Claudia’s open slit, as she responded with a quiet “ooh,” each time his tongue worked at her. In a moment of ridiculous levity, I wished that I could record these sounds; we could start our very own band! I thought. Even the percussive echoes: skins slapping, tongues lapping, organs thwopping, and lungs gasping provided a sensuous, syncopated counterpoint to the humming of the bubbling water jets.

But I wanted to cum. Not at all drunk, yet ripped to the eyes on Ecstasy, I was going to wallow in sex this night. I was safe. My boss, club sponsor, lord and master was with me, I thought, gleefully. I could do nothing wrong. He’d as much as given me license to do anything I wished, I convinced myself.



So, I grabbed Emilie’s head in my hands and pulled her harder into my crotch, probably cutting off her air supply as her nose flattened against my pubic bone. Very soon the flashes started up my vagina and froze, my cunt palpitating around Dr. Neil’s cock, which was now piercing up into me in short, hard thrusts. Everything turned white…then red…then white again, as I came and whimpered, “Ohhh…ohhh…Emi-lieeeee…ohhh…ohhh…Dr. Neilllll…ohhh,” and grabbed for my breasts to twist and pull at my nipples as I moaned out my pleasure for well over a minute.

Emilie then parted from me, trailing her fingers down my thighs, and stood up with legs slightly parted so that Benjie could continue fucking her from behind. She’s only an inch shorter than he, so was getting the full benefit of his rampant thickness as she reached one hand down to his thigh in an attempt to temper his plunges. I was still mounted on Dr. Neil, who hadn’t cum, and had a sudden impulse to embrace the stunning blonde in front of me. She’d taken such care in guiding me through my club audition, and selflessly relinquished the spotlight to me – a comparative stage amateur compared with her – that I felt very close to her now…especially after she’d helped with my orgasm minutes before. 




Deirdre's Downfall Ch. 14



I carefully slid forward to stand on the tub bottom, hoping Dr. Neil wouldn’t slip out of me. He didn’t, and we both moved forward so that I could hug Emilie…leaning my head up so that I could kiss her. As our lips met she grunted in her throat and wrapped her arms around me, squishing our breasts together and clutching Dr. Neil by the shoulders, and she seemed to go crazy with passion for a few moments as our tongues dueled madly. The sight of us kissing caused the men who were sandwiching us to increase their pace as Emilie began whining – with me whimpering – and finding a dozen frantic positions to suck at my mouth. My limited Sapphic experience, and her demanding tongue, made my knees weak and I broke our kiss to move down to suck at her erect, pink nipples. She yelled aloud as I first captured one tit and sucked the aureole into my mouth while twiddling the other. At about that time, the inventive Claudia slipped between us, sat on the bottom of the tub, and began licking both of our swollen cunts, which were wetly welcoming the indispensable masculine probes. Once again we achieved that feeling of carnal community, as our bodies – at least a couple of them – were moving toward orgasm.

Emilie finally came. “Ooohhh, Gaawwd, ye-essss,” she wailed, her eyes closing and jaw slackening. I felt Claudia’s mouth abandon me down below as she devoted attention to Emilie’s climax, and Emilie straightened up a bit, her face to the sky, to drive back against the tireless Benjie. I switched my sucking to her other breast, and she screamed, “Aaaaghhh!” and pinned my head to her chest, tacitly demanding me to suck harder. “Ahh!…ahh!…ahh!…ahh!” she cried, then, “Aaaaahhhhhgghh!” as her body froze in position and it seemed that each of her muscles turned to hard marble. I pulled away from her breast to look through my drugged eyes at her beautiful face, and her worried expression indicated a sweet agony possible only in the throes of the most extreme rapture. For the longest time she stopped breathing, it seemed, then gasped, staggering a moment, to go limp in the arms of both Benjie and me. “Ohhhh, sweetest Dee,” she murmured, ”…and Benjie…and…Neil…and – my God! – Claudia!” she further gushed, bringing Claudia up from the tub floor and enveloping her in a full body kiss, which dislodged Benjie from behind her.

We were all subdued by the force of Emilie’s climax. Dr. Neil pulled out of me, exhaling a strong breath, and sat down. Benjie flopped down on the tub bench, causing waves to splash over us all, and Dr. Neil and I witnessed the two experienced women continuing their embrace and caressing one another’s body in an ancient female ritual. They broke apart soon, however, seemingly embarrassed at our watching them, and joined the rest of us in the water.

Emilie said in a very soft voice, uncharacteristic of her, “You two men are something. Neil! I had no idea! Why haven’t we played at the Club?” she asked, sharing her praise with Benjie by turning her head to give him a generous kiss and placing her hand on his half-erect rod. 

“I’m not very active,” Dr. Neil mumbled, obviously not wanting to continue that line of conversation.

“Well,” she said, “…we’ve gotta make you guys happy. Let’s have another drink of wine and I’ll get some stuff from my bag,” she continued. 

I was out of it, and only wanted to stay close to my friends. “Benjie? Wine?” I mumbled, and he got out of the tub to bring a new bottle from the table. 

Emilie pulled a black harness from her duffel and threaded a huge, pink dildo through a hole at its front. The probe must have been a foot long. She also produced a squeeze bottle of lubricant. Before slipping on the harness, she grinned and pointed out a clitoral stimulator at the dildo’s base, saying, “I get as much out of this as my partner does! Now who wants to try me first?” she asked, eyeing me expectantly.

“Ooohh, let me!” Claudia volunteered girlishly. “I remember from college…,” and her voice trailed off.

“Mmm, don’t we all,” Emilie agreed. “Up here on the deck, baby,” she said to Claudia. “Dee, can we use the bench cushions?” she asked me. I nodded, stoned, very curious to see Emilie’s equipment being demonstrated. Claudia lay on her back on the large plastic cushion and spread her legs for Emilie, who spent a couple of minutes licking at her bald pussy. Dr. Neil groaned at this and his hand went to his flaccid dick. I quickly replaced his hand with mine, thought about leaning my head down to lick at him, but decided instead to watch the two women. In a few moments Claudia was uttering little high-pitched squeaks and pulling at her nipples with her fingers. “You ready, baby?” Emilie asked, to which Claudia whimpered and nodded her head rapidly a few times. 

Emilie leaned forward and placed the head of the instrument at Claudia’s pussy, which was peeled wide open – shining red in the ambient light with juices and saliva – since her knees were pulled back nearly to her ears. Emilie stirred the head around, parting her inner lips, just as Benjie had done to me earlier in the day…causing me to moan and lean toward them for a closer look. As I sat up, Dr. Neil re-wrapped my fingers around his cock, then covered my hand with his, so we could masturbate him together. 

Then Emilie pushed into my roommate, taking three or four strokes to open her sufficiently to stuff her full. Claudia gasped, “Ooooohhhhh-yeeeaaahhh!” and raised her crotch up to meet the tall blonde, with only the back of her head, her shoulders, and her feet remaining on the cushion. Emilie herself moaned slightly as the little serrated bump at the strap-on’s base rubbed against her clit. Then she set up a steady rhythm, drilling in, out, and around. Claudia was very vocal, starting with, “Oohh…it’s so good, Emi-lieee. God…yeah!…fuck me!” Emilie complied, though I was interested to see the hip thrusting movements associated with the male look rather strange – somehow awkward and unpracticed – on a woman. Of course they’re unusual, I told myself. Not only does a woman use different muscles during coitus, but males have a special “thrusting” hormone that’s emitted from a source at the base of the spine! Vive la difference! I celebrated, as my two female friends continued their unnatural fucking.

Between thrusts, Emilie gasped back at Benjie, who was as interested as the rest of us in his sister’s pleasure, “Sweetie, join me…pleeease! If you do my ass, squeeze some of that lube on yourself.” Benjie didn’t hesitate. In seconds he was riding Emilie, rejoining her cunt…exactly where he’d left off previously. Emilie sped up her pace, with Claudia mewling ceaselessly, which caused the blonde to break into a sweat. Her long pony tail started to become stringy, absorbing perspiration from her shoulders and back, and her flawless, muscled body took on a glowing sheen in the subdued, flickering, red candlelight. Looking at us rather wildly, she gasped, “Neil! Gimme your cock! I wanna suck you off!”

Dr. Neil wasn’t shy. We’d both stroked him to erection in the intervening minutes, and he stood to walk over and kneel in front of Emilie, with his ass directly over Claudia’s face. Emilie’s deep, experienced throat engulfed my boss’s cock in one gobble, as he groaned a joyful affirmation. I was happy to see my benefactor pleasured by someone else. He’d been so nice, and paid so much attention to me, that I thought he deserved the attention that Emilie offered. Then Claudia stopped mewling and spread his butt cheeks. I saw her long, snake-like tongue leap out and obviously penetrate his rectum, causing a high, un-doctor-like cry to emanate from his lips. 

I was fascinated with the foursome and, rather than masturbate, I stood up. “Where are you going?” Emilie gasped.

“Camera!” I giggled, and stepped off the deck onto the lawn, now cast in darkness. On the way to the dining room sideboard, where I keep the digital camera, I cracked another tab of Ecstasy in two, planning to take just half. I looked at the two halves in my palm, shrugged, and swallowed them both with two giant glasses of water. I wanted to fuck my friends all night! I told myself in gleeful anticipation. 

Back at the hot tub, I discovered that Benjie was now drilling Emilie in the ass, and Claudia had inserted one long finger in Dr. Neil’s rectum to gently massage his prostate. He groaned continuously and was holding Emilie’s head in his hands, vigorously fucking her relaxed, drooling mouth, which sounded like “ghlllk…ghlllk…ghlllk…ghlllk,” as his glans went down her wet throat. I snapped many pictures, lighting up the interior of the gazebo with lightning-like flashes. I checked a few after taking them and discovered red eyes on many of the faces. Appropriate, I thought, given the hellish scene that had been given over to sodomy, oral sex, and penetration with toys.

It was inevitable that someone would climax soon, I figured. I wasn’t disappointed. Emilie was the first, stimulated both by the dildo’s clitoral stimulation and Benjie’s contrasting anal fucking. She moaned deeply in her throat, the sound muffled by Dr. Neil’s cock, and shuddered for over a minute, her skin twitching as does a horse’s when flicking off flies. Her orgasm triggered Dr. Neil and he exploded into her mouth, an untimely blast since she was gasping for breath, thus causing her to choke briefly, cough, and spill his load down over her chin onto Claudia’s breasts, which – after recovering – Emilie sucked into her mouth to swallow. 

Claudia then joined them, screaming and twisting her luscious body up and around, staying at her peak until its intensity became too much for her to endure. She writhed like a python digesting a pig, her sweat-shiny skin glistening in the candlelight. Once again Thor returned, this time just to look at her supine form, and turned away, grunting, into the dark. And the three who had cum were suddenly still, with the only survivor being the redoubtable Benjie, who slipped from Emilie’s rectum, pulled back, and looked at me across the tub…somewhat mournfully…as his thick, shiny red cock pulsed and assumed its tempting acute angle. I was sitting on one butt cheek, with my legs closed to one side, and his green eyes looked at me imploringly. “Dee Dee?” he said, questioning.

Without saying a word, I reached up and took a cushion off the bench behind me and knelt, looking back at him in a welcoming way. “C’mere, darling Benjie. I wantcha’ to fill me up,” I said, lewdly. He was behind me in a flash, and for the second time this day I felt him slide his potent meat into me. “Mmmnn, Benjie…baby…you take your…time…mmmnn…I could…fuck you…all night!” I said, panting to him my lascivious wishes so that all could hear. We fucked like dogs for the longest while, time being totally skewed by my Ecstasy-driven senses. I then leaned my arms on the surrounding bench while he lifted one of my legs up and onto his shoulder, not breaking stride once as he did so, so we could fuck in that position for a few minutes. 

As our spent friends watched from across the tub, Benjie then sat on the gazebo bench and I faced him, straddled, to take a slow, deeply penetrating ride that displayed my pussy lips stretching around his thick cock, attempting to milk it dry. We did this for a good, long while as I squeezed him tightly with my vagina, gasping and moaning in his ear as my arms wrapped around his muscled neck and shoulders. 

Though I wanted to continue this way, he had other ideas, to which I acceded. Quickly laying me on my back, he was into me again nearly to his scrotum. I was so stoned that I just let him into my womb, not even having to relax my cervix for his entry. I loved him so much at this moment that, for the first time in many weeks, the fantasy of becoming pregnant…this time by him…here, now…flashed through my brain. I held onto the image, closed my eyes, and enveloped him in my arms, and lifted my legs waaaaay back so that he could hook his arms behind my knees, spreading me open so that my friends could see my juices running out around his cock to coat the cushion.

I heard an ungodly sound…a soft wailing such as one associates with menacing ghosts in a horror movie. It was me, of course, but I didn’t realize it until just before I climaxed, when I started gasping, “Oh!…yeah!…fuck me!…Benj…now!…fuck me!…I’m…I’m…cu’…Benjieeee! Please! I’m…cummmm…yeah…cu’…cummmm…oh!…sooooo…harrrrrd! Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ohhh, ohhh, ohhh, ohhh, oh-mmm, mmm, mmmnn, mmmnn, Gawwwd…Benjie…”. 

And all was still. Benjie had joined me late in my orgasm and pumped me so full. My belly – my uterus, I swear! – was hot inside from his copious, boiling cum, which flowed out of my sadly pouting pussy after he’d withdrawn from me with a soft “pop.” Still, no one said a word. Benjie kissed me lightly, barely brushing my lips with his, and sat up to self-consciously cover his flagging cock, embarrassed, I think, at having been scrutinized so closely by the other three. 

His sister broke the ice. “Ya know, I’m cold,” Claudia said, and – as if on cue – everyone got up and gathered their things. Emilie removed her pseudo-penis and its harness. We went inside and the men got partially dressed, Dr. Neil in his boxers and Benjie in his cargo shorts. I put on a robe, but Emilie and Claudia remained nude. No one complained at being around their stunning naked bodies. 

We had dessert, then drank some more wine, with Dr. Neil having a cognac. Emilie and Claudia sat together, fondling and kissing one another, eventually rejuvenating themselves and raising the dining room’s libidinous index a few notches. Finally, Emilie rose and stretched her toned body, saying, “We girls are going upstairs. Anybody wanna join us? Neil?”

Dr. Neil said, “Maybe we could watch,” he said, speaking for me as well, apparently. My God! I thought, I don’t wanna watch! I wanta play!

We followed the women and Benjie upstairs to Claudia’s room, at which point Emilie emptied her duffel onto a dresser, scattering an amazing collection of sex toys. I picked over them, studying with stoned eyes the shapes and sizes of dildos and things. I was especially taken with a battery-powered one that had a twisting head. It was studded with raised plastic bumps and ribbed, ideal for deep, cervical stimulation, I thought. “Go ahead and borrow that one,” Emilie said to me. She then produced a black, double-ended dildo about 18 inches long and eased Claudia onto the bed. “C’mon, Benjie, you’ve still got some mustard left,” she invited, and hopped onto the bed next to Claudia to envelop her in a full embrace. 

Dr. Neil and I did watch them while sitting in two wing-backed chairs. While the three of them went at it – Emilie and Claudia using each end of the dildo and Benjie goring Emilie’s backside – I played absently with Emilie’s flexible, reaming, electric dildo…turning it on and off to watch its curious twisting head. Thor watched it too, sometimes looking at my athletic friends on the bed, and developed a monstrous red erection, which pulsed visibly, its knot at the base as large as a tennis ball. 

I looked over at Dr. Neil and he beckoned me to join him, spreading his knees so that I could sit between them. Before I sat down against him, he stripped off his shorts and eased my robe off my shoulders so that it dropped to the floor. I sat back against his groin, feeling his stiff body hair against my back and thighs, and leaned my head back on one of his shoulders. His hands began stroking my entire front, from breasts to crotch. My skin was so sensitive, no doubt from the Ecstasy, that each of his touches seemed to create little electrical shocks. His fingers rubbed across my nipples, which became very hard and stuck out like hard, burning coals. Then he leaned forward to tickle up the inside of my thighs to my vulva, causing me to spread and lift my legs so that my feet found the top of each of the chair’s arms.

Dr. Neil then took the toy from my right hand, which was hanging loosely over the chair arm, and held it in front of me so that both of us could see it work as he turned it on. Its buzz seemed loud to me as two inches of its studded, ribbed end twisted slowly…obscenely…in a 360 degree circle. He then kissed the nape of my neck, sucking at it, and I immediately erupted all over in a flourish of goose bumps, with my wet, open pussy at the center of a full body shudder. My fingers went immediately to my crotch to still the spasm, but Dr. Neil had already placed the toy a fraction of an inch away from my dripping labia. He then pushed the end into me – backward toward himself – and switched it on again, causing me to cry out…ecstatically startled. My sound was so sudden that Claudia – herself babbling squeaky little animal mewls as she was being pronged by Emilie’s long dildo – looked up, distracted, then returned to her indulgent business. 

I was so stoned! I couldn’t think. I could only react…and did, as Dr. Neil pushed the fantastic instrument slowly into me. Its head stirred around in me relentlessly – as if my vagina were that of a virgin – twisting and turning its way amongst my folds and causing a river of juices to flow from my splayed cunt. “Aaaaaaaahhhh…aaaaaaaaannnngghhhh,” I moaned as my boss touched bottom and kept the toy there, its foreign mechanical head revolving away at the soft tissue surrounding my cervix. “Gaaaawwwddd…Bennnn-jieeeee…I love…the way…you fuck meeee!” I whined aloud, so blitzed that I couldn’t distinguish between the toy’s circular vibrations and the lascivious memory of Claudia’s brother’s cunt-stirring fuck with me after brunch…in the backyard…behind the gazebo…so close to my nosey neighbor…earlier in the day. 

Benjie looked up from his current position – straddling Claudia’s face and burying his cock into Emilie’s face to his balls – and looked at me quizzically. That spurred Dr. Neil’s movements, and he began moving the toy in and out faster, then faster still, until I felt as if all of my senses were enslaved to that damned pink bunny on TV with its…its batteries and…Oh, God! I was gonna cum so hard!

I grabbed my knees, which now trembled from the shocks reverberating through my pelvis, and screeched, “Ooooohhhhhhh-yeeeeaaaaahhhh! Fuuuuuuuuuuck! Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ohm, ohmm, ohmmm, ohmmmmnn, ohmmmmnn, ohh, ohhh, ohhhh, ohhhhh,” until I collapsed, rubbery, back against Dr. Neil. He turned off the toy, and rubbed me all over, but mostly coaxed the tingles out of my nipples as my hand went to the dildo and continued its in and outward play in my birth canal. When I was spent, I was totally relaxed, and just snuggled back against my boss, wanting suddenly to cuddle with him…with his wiry, hair-covered body. It was at that point that we rose from the chair and he led me down the hall to my bedroom. 

A moment later I heard Claudia say to Thor, “Be a good dog…go!” then her door slammed closed. The dog soon wandered into my room to lie down.

Dr. Neil switched on a dim lamp next to the bed, and resumed stroking my skin, transporting me to a world governed only by feeling. I heard him speaking to me, and agreed with everything he said, hoping that he’d continue caressing me…perhaps laying me on my back…and doing it some more. “You said you wanted to fuck Benjie all night, Dee. And a minute ago you screamed his name when you climaxed. That disturbs me. How many times have you been together?”

“I don’t know,” I whined, shaking my head and only wanting more stimulation.

“I see,” he said, barely whispering. “I told you to curb your activity outside the Club. It’s clear that you haven’t. You need to be disciplined.” 

I nodded my head vigorously, agreeing with him. “I told you I was bad, Dr. Neil. It’s true. Punish me…any way you want…just…please don’t hurt me…don’t beat me.” In my twisted mind, though, I flashed back on Jack when he’d caught me fucking Sergei…and knew that I should be whipped. I sobbed suddenly at the memory…the memory of my lost lover…and sat on the edge of the bed. If Jack were here, he’d hold me and love me, I anguished.