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Naughty, Naughty

By: DenverYo



It had been a killer week- two term papers and one mid-term exam. Next week would be as bad with the rest of my mid-terms coming on three straight days. When Friday came, I was ready for some partying. I called my bud John and we decided to go to the Kegger, just off campus on College Ave. When we walked in, my attention was immediately drawn to a cute little blonde sitting at a table with four other guys. I thought to myself that she was definitely worthy of my attention. I guided John to the bar and we took seats where I could see her. She was something else. After a couple of hours watching her dance with two guys who looked like twins, I decided that nothing ventured, nothing gained.

When she finally got up to go to the restroom, I headed there too. When she came out, I stopped her and told her directly that I would like to get to know her.

She replied "I'm already dating the twins and they keep me pretty busy."

I gave her a sly smile and said "That almost sounds naughty" 

She came right back with "I like a little naughty." 

Feeling like I should go for it, I replied "I do, too, and I like a little cream pie too." I handed her the napkin I had written my number on, turned and walked away. John and I stayed a couple more hours but she never even looked my way and I figured she was a lost cause. I made it to bed about one and was dead asleep at about three- thirty when my phone rang. I almost didn't answer but I finally picked up.

I was immediately awake when I heard a voice ask "Were you serious about what you said at the Kegger tonight?" 

I almost fell off the bed but managed to get my cool and said "I was. Why do you ask?"

"Well," she said "the twins just left my apartment and I have a naughty mess here to contend with. I thought maybe you might want to help a naughty girl out a little." 

I didn't leave her place until noon the next day. As I departed she told me that she would definitely fit me into her schedule. 

She said "This is so naughty and I love it." 

We started dating pretty regularly and I would often see her right after the twins left.

A couple of months later, after I had just finished a delicious pie, she whispered in my ear "Davey, I think I am falling in love with you." 

I quickly replied "Lynda, I know I'm in love with you." 

She then asked "Do you want me to give up the twins?" 

I thought for a second and replied "They are graduating soon. I think we should continue just like we are till then." She giggled. I then added "I told you I liked naughty, and this is almost nasty!"

We got married after the fall semester. One of the things that came up- we decided that we shouldn't take any further chances on getting pregnant till after I graduated. At that time condoms were our choice. Lynda graduated in spring and as luck would have it, she got a job right in town with a large insurance company. I still had one more year left and I got a job working three nights a week, six till midnight. She was to start work in two weeks so she wanted to go back home and visit her mother. Of course I agreed and she left two days later. She called me the next evening when I was off and told me that she had arrived and that her mother really was glad to see her. She also mentioned that Billy, one of her old boyfriends from high school, who happened to live next door, had seen her and wanted to take her to dinner the next evening. She added that Billy was home for five days on leave from the Army. I could almost see the naughty look she surely had in her eyes, and I told her to go ahead and enjoy herself.

The next evening I had to work and I was very aroused wondering what was happening with Lynda. Being married now made it more intense than it had been with the twins. Fifteen minutes after I got home, the phone rang and the first thing I heard when I picked up was "I was naughty tonight." 

"So you had a good time?" I asked. 

"Oh yes! We had dinner at a hotel and we got a room and had a really good time. Two really good times to be exact." 

I told her that I wished I was there with her because I was really ready to go. 

Then she said "I was more than naughty tonight because Billy and I didn't use any condoms and I'm right in the middle of my month. He might have gotten me pregnant." 

At this time I began to realize just how nasty I really am. "That is so naughty and you wont believe how turned on I am right now" I excitedly replied. "Are you going to see him again?" 

"Well," she said, "Billy wants to take me on a picnic tomorrow. Would that be OK?" 

"As long as you call me tomorrow night and tell me all about it." 

"And you don't mind if I'm naughty, naughty again?" she asked. 

"I'm counting on it," I panted.

As it turned out, Lynda didn't get pregnant. When she got back we decided that we wanted a naughty marriage for sure and that she should get on the pill. I told her that since I would be working Mon., Wed. and Fri. nights she should probably find a guy or two who could help her spend those times and I could enjoy some cream pie when I got home. Boy, did she agree with that idea. After only six weeks at her job, she found a married guy named Larry who could come over on Monday evenings and so it began. The three of us were very happy with this arrangement. Three weeks later she began seeing Wolfie on Wednesday nights. She told both of them about our marriage so they would know it was safe and that those evenings were the only nights available. This left Friday nights and Lynda wanted to keep those open so she could go out with her girl friend at work. Over the next few months, they became good friends. Lynda filled her in about us so that there would be no surprise if Lynda was very friendly to someone they might meet when they were out together. As it turned out, they sometimes did meet guys who they took home for a good time. I always enjoyed hearing about these Friday nights. Lynda and I only became deeper in love as the months passed. The sex on nights I worked was absolutely fantastic.

As graduation for me approached, I got a bombshell at work. My boss was so pleased with my work that he wanted me to continue after I would get my degree. He was worried that I would leave when he told me that he wanted me to continue my night hours and add the other two days as well as Saturday morning. I wouldn't go in until ten on those mornings. I couldn't believe my luck as this would fit into our marriage schedule to a T. On top of that, the money was great, too! I told him that I was in 100%. I was almost ecstatic as I told Lynda of the situation. She was very excited that she could continue her MWF fun. 

"That is so great" she cooed. 

"There's more" I said. "We could go ahead and have a baby." 

"Are you sure?" she asked. 

"I'm positive. I think you should quit the pill next month." 

She replied "You know I love kids. This will make me so happy. I guess I'll tell Larry and Wolfie when they are over next."

"But I thought that we were going to have a naughty marriage. I think you should just quit taking the pill and not tell them anything. Can you imagine the look on their faces when you tell them you are pregnant?"

"Damn! You are so naughty. And you wouldn't mind?"

"Oh, no. I can't get the time with Billy out of my mind. You enjoyed that, didn't you? I know I did. And I know that no matter who the father might be, I would still be the daddy. I'm into this all the way."

"Well, so am I! I love you so much. This will be so naughty and so much fun. I can't wait to get started! Naughty, naughty."

Two weeks later the pills hit the trash and the fun began. We were so much closer, planning this all out. The pies were tastier and our sex was unbelievable. Lynda was already glowing and she wasn't even pregnant yet. A month later, Lynda came home from work one day and said that she wanted to tell me something. I was all ears.

"I had lunch yesterday and today with a guy at work. We really talked and I sort of told him about our marriage. Not everything, but I did tell him that I had a couple of boyfriends with your blessing. He wants to join. What do you think?"

"Sounds like more fun. Are you OK with adding him to the mix?"

"I am," she said, "I really like him, but there is one thing. He's black. I told him I would have to ask you."

'Wow!' I thought. I didn't think we could get any naughtier, but this would be the topper. I immediately got aroused and told Lynda to go for it if she was sure.

"I really want to do this. I even like the fact that people in the restaurant looked at us funny. It made me feel very naughty trying to imagine what they were thinking. I know I could handle having a black baby."

"Then you should tell him that I approve. One other thing- I think you should tell him that you are trying to have a baby. Maybe he would really get into it and be extra passionate and try harder. If you did end up having his baby, it would certainly announce to the world that we are very naughty. I think that I would like my wife having a black boyfriend and possibly a black baby."

She squealed with pleasure and said that she would see him at lunch tomorrow and tell him then that it was a go. When she got home on Thursday, she said he was very excited and that they were going to dinner on Friday evening. I asked her if I would be treated to a delicious cream pie when she got home. 

"Oh, yeah," she said. "Roger is definitely going to be up to the task. He wanted to go down to the parking garage after work to get started. I did let him walk me to my car, but just as we got there, my girlfriend drove up. She gave me a sly smile and I gave Roger a little peck on the cheek and told him I would see him tomorrow night. As he walked away I told Barb that I would fill her in at work tomorrow. I haven't told her that we are trying to have a baby, but I will. She will think it's outrageously cool."

"Are you going to be able to keep up with all of your boyfriends and me? You are going to be really busy."

"Busy and naughty," she laughed. "You don't need to worry. I definitely will handle all of them, and you too!" 

"I just hope I don't get fat, having so much pie in my diet." 

"Oh, you will live, darling," she teased me.

Friday night, I could hardly work, thinking about Lynda and Roger, out on their first date. I finally made it home and as I sat down to relax, the phone rang. I knew it would be Lynda. 

"Do I get my first Roger pie soon?" I asked without even saying hello. 

"Boy, someone is really ready, aren't they?" she said. 

"I've been thinking about you all day and all night. Are you going to be home soon?" I asked. 

Lynda said that they were having such a good time that Roger wondered if she could stay over. "I really would like to stay, if you don't mind." she pleaded. 

I thought for a moment. "It will be an outrageous mess to clean up if you stay. I will see you tomorrow when I get home from work." 

"I'll be waiting, my darling husband."

The next two weeks were repeats. Larry-Monday night, Wolfie-Wednesday night, and Roger- Friday night and Saturday morning. Lynda was simply radiant. The next Saturday when I got home, Lynda had a question for me. 

"Roger wanted me to ask you something. He wondered if you might want to be present when he and I get together. He said he was sure that he was going to be the one to get me pregnant and thought that maybe you would like to join in. I told Roger that I would ask." I hadn't thought about it but I could see how that might raise the level of naughtiness even higher. I asked Lynda how she felt about this and she said it could be fun, but that it was my choice. 

"I think that I would like that, but how are we going to do this? Remember I work on Friday nights." 

"Roger said he would be happy to come over on Tuesdays." 

"That would work," I said.

The next Tuesday evening, Roger arrived shortly after dinner and we chatted for awhile. I took an immediate liking to him. I knew right there that the three of us would get along. Soon we were in our bedroom with Lynda and Roger on the bed and I was sitting in our chair. They started to undress each other, kissing and hugging along the way. It seemed that everyone was comfortable with the situation, and things proceeded in rapid fashion. I think I was as aroused as much as they were. It was very erotic, watching Roger make love to my wife. Lynda was into it completely and glanced at me occasionally. I smiled at her and soon after, she had her first orgasm. Roger followed right along soon after, collapsing on Lynda in near exhaustion. As he withdrew and rolled over on his side, Lynda looked over to me and grinned. 

"Darling," she said, "I have a fresh cream pie for you. Please come and get it."

Now I couldn't very well turn that down. Roger got off the bed. I jumped on the bed and Lynda said she wanted to sixty-nine so I turned around with my head toward the foot of the bed. She rolled me on my back and climbed on top of me. Soon she was sucking me and I was furiously eating her out. It didn't take long before Lynda had a mind-blowing orgasm, and I was getting close myself. At about this time, I glanced up between her legs and saw Roger's big cock approaching Lynda's pussy. I sort of stopped and he came up over both of us and entered Lynda from behind. His balls were lying right on my face and he started pumping slowly with his cock sliding along my tongue and lower lip. This didn't bother me and soon I was licking both Lynda and Roger as he pumped away. This continued for a few minutes until all three of us exploded at nearly the same time. Roger withdrew and I cleaned Lynda up. 

Afterwards we talked and we all agreed that we wanted to do a repeat the next Tuesday. After Roger left I told Lynda how great I felt about all of this. I told her that I wanted Roger to be successful in getting her pregnant.

She giggled and said that she would like that too. She said that she really liked the naughtiness she felt when she was out with Roger, the way people looked at them. Then she suggested that maybe she should break it off with Larry and Wolfie, but I said that it was very naughty not knowing who the father would be. I added that maybe on our next baby we could guarantee that it would be fathered by her black boyfriend. She cooed in agreement.

And so it went for a few months, until she told me that she just missed her second period. A trip to the doctor confirmed that she was almost three months along. We decided that she should tell her boyfriends the next time they were over. Larry didn't take it well and said that he wasn't interested in seeing her anymore. Wolfie thought it was sort of funny and he and Lynda got into a big argument and she didn't feel comfortable seeing him again. Roger was ecstatic even though he understood that he might not be the winner in the preggo race. He wanted to see us even more and we decided that Thursday would also be his night. As the months rolled along the three of us became quite close. 

I never considered that I might have bi-sexual feelings and I didn't really feel like that with Roger, even though I continued licking him along with Lynda as he fucked her. She was getting quite large and Roger and I were being more careful and gentle with her. One evening he was raised up higher above us and his cock slipped out and went right into my mouth. I hesitated for a moment but gave him a couple of sucks before he re-entered Lynda. He and I didn't say anything to each other but I did mention it later to Lynda. 

She immediately cried "That's so naughty. Did it bother you?" 

"Well, I really didn't think too much about it. But it wasn't bad or anything."

The next time Roger was over, we just resumed our regular routine. But when I was under them, Lynda wriggled up in the bed and once again Roger's cock fell into my open mouth, and I closed my lips around it. This time Roger didn't pull out and started to fuck my mouth. It didn't take long and I began to receive the freshest cream pie ever, right from the source. We did talk about it afterwards and we didn't think that it was outside the bounds of passion the three of us enjoyed. We repeated this scenario several times during the rest of Lynda's term.

Today, at work, I got the call and I headed home to get Lynda to the hospital. On our way she said that she had been talking to Roger when her water broke and that he would be at the hospital, too. We arrived and checked in, and I was shuffled up to a waiting room. Roger was already there and we sat down to wait for the birth. Roger was very agitated and more nervous than I was. He kept wondering if I would really be alright if he ended up being the father. I assured him that Lynda and I were totally prepared if that should be the case. I also told him that Lynda and I had already decided that, no matter how this pregnancy turned out that we wanted him to father our next one. He almost teared up at hearing this. At about this time, the doctor entered the waiting room and approached us. 

He walked straight up to Roger and announced "Mr. Anderson, your wife has just delivered a beautiful baby girl." 

"Sorry, Doctor, but this is Mr. Anderson," turning to me. 

With a bewildered look, the doctor turned to me and said, "Well, your wife and baby are doing fine and that you can see them in a few minutes after they get out of recovery." 

He left and when he was out of earshot, Roger and I laughed. We shook hands and got ready to go see our girls. "Wait until the nurses see us," I chortled.

Naughty, Naughty Girl



1

"Want to go again?" Trina asked.

It was a dilemma which often confronts men past a certain age. Do you dare risk offending a lady by declining her invitation, or go for it, and chance your stamina not being what it used to be? Derek moved across, propped himself on an elbow, and looked down into Trina's playful eyes. Her mature composure reminded him that he was a mere male, privileged to be in her bed. It actually didn't matter what he said - she would deal with it delightfully, one way or another.

Trina and Derek had met some weeks earlier at a charity bash, he a fund manager representing, among others, the police pension trust, she representing the County Constabulary by virtue of her seniority in that organisation. They both were single, each having recently been divorced, and over dinner, things had clicked quickly for them. Obviously so - already they were an intimate item and making up for lost time, or so it would very much seem.

To ease the discomfort of her lover's indecision, Trina added "You seemed to be a little tense earlier."

"Tense? Yes." Derek inwardly welcomed the chance to divert attention to his own woes. "The woman who looks after one of my biggest funds has been gallivanting with one of the IT geeks, and they've both been shot to death in a dog-walker's car park. You could say I was a bit tense, yes."

"I do understand," Trina sympathised. "We do have some leads, a number of suspects, actually. But we do need to find the weapon. And I wouldn't worry, I'm sure your fund will be safe and sound."

"A number of suspects? Christ, how many, exactly?"

"Well, personally, I'd plump for the cuckolded husband. It's so often the nearest and supposed-to-be dearest in these cases. But there are several other possibilities. Jealous wives. Jealous lovers. Might even be some random lunatic. Or a man in a grey trenchcoat who's been seen lurking around the Common lately... oh yes, and there's a dark horse."

"A dark horse? Intriguing. And who might that be?"

Trina rolled over, taking Derek with her, ending up on top of him. She took his wrists and pinned them down on the pillow above his head, rubbing her body up and down him, partly to get him off-guard, but mainly because she enjoyed it. Pouting, she met his gaze full on. "You, actually, Derek." And then she pecked his nose and awaited the response.

"Cripes!" Derek was taken aback, unsure whether the revelation was in jest. "Um, wouldn't I be a bit dim dating the officer in charge if I'd done it? What if I went and blabbed in my sleep?"

"Not dim at all," Trina quickly argued. "Befriend the investigator. Capture their affections. Divert them from the evidence. Keep close to any case developments so you can cover your tracks if necessary. Maybe you're a total psycho who gets off on the cat-and-mouse thrill of flirting with his pursuers. Happens all the time - don't you watch Columbo?

"And you knew them both. Perhaps you fancied your own chances with Mrs. Brackley, and did it out of spite - I don't know. And, by the way, your car was clocked by the security camera at the corner of Gray's Building Yard shortly before it happened."

"Cripes again," Derek exclaimed. "But that's Icknield Street - I always take that road out of town in the evening. And anyway, I wouldn't know one end of a shotgun from the other - probably blow my own stupid head off."

Trina smiled. "Who said it was a shotgun?"

"Er... you did, didn't you?"

"Nope".

"Well, bugger it. It must have been in the papers - I saw it somewhere. Look - all I'm guilty of is fancying you something rotten. It's pure unadulterated lust, that's all. Honest. Promise."

Trina brushed her breasts across his beefy chest and ground her mons over his crotch. "Prove it..."

2

Days previously, a man in a grey trenchcoat had hurriedly concealed himself inside a walk-in wardrobe full of women's clothes. Not that Jeff was primarily a pervert (though some people who knew him would opinionate on that), it was to avoid being discovered by the lady of the house whose bedroom he had covertly broken into, in order to install a microphone bug.

Nowadays a private investigator, he had been a policeman until his unconventional methods had resulted in dismissal. Jennifer Leadbetter, the wife of an IT consultant, had just hired him. She suspected her husband Tim of playing away with a woman he would regularly meet while walking the dog. Simple divorce case evidence. Get some pictures. Record some moans and groans. Job done.

Jeff had witnessed the comings and goings at the Common, where dog owners would converge on the car park and divest their vehicles of assorted hairy four-legged creatures busting to relieve themselves. Dogs and their owners would sniff, defecate, walk and socialise with other dogs and their owners in the name of 'exercising'. Like a multi-species dating agency, Jeff decided.

On that particular occasion, he observed Tim briefly having words with two women who were already chatting, before rounding up his own animal and returning to his car. Jeff put away his binoculars and decided to follow the younger-looking, and more attractive woman, who did not appear to be wearing anything on her wedding-ring finger. He easily tracked her car back to where she lived. It was a good bet she was the one, though Jeff never was a good gambler.

So, next day, a neat break-in, bed bug and phone tap installed, Jeff was about to make his getaway when two cars pulled up outside the house, and people and dogs came noisily through the front door. "Shit," he thought. "Dogging's over quicker than yesterday. She's back early... but two cars... two people... sounds like a pack of dogs, but probably just two... fuck, shit, they've come back together, and going to do it while I'm here." Footsteps up the stairs. Gumshoe into the wardrobe.

Having no clue how he was going to deal with the very difficult impending situation, Jeff dumped his fate into the lap of the gods. He remained quiet and still. And prayed. Please can they get it over with quick and dash off to work. His prayer was answered, though in the negative.

Two voices entered the bedroom. Two female voices. Jeff gulped. "Shit... two women... they've come up to natter about dresses... they'll be hours... and I'm in a fucking wardrobe full of the fucking things... I'm toast..."

But the voices had stopped discussing anything. All Jeff could hear was irregular breathing, and shuffling of feet. He squinted through the louvred door. "Oh my gawd... they're in a clinch... they're snogging... they're petting... boobs... bums... they're edging towards the bed..."

He heard the bed-springs suddenly take a hit, and some giggles. He couldn't quite see the top of the mattress, due to the angle of the louvres, but he could make out the carpeted floor, where jeans and jumpers were landing in a heap, followed by blouses, shirts, brassieres and panties. "What the fuck are they doing?..." There was a long period of kissing and licking sounds. Eventually, the involuntary outcries of two climactic female orgasms told him. "Ok... I think I know." The dogs downstairs were barking in synchronism. "I bet they're at it too" thought Jeff, suddenly miserably aware of the fact that Trina had kicked him out two years ago.

"I better get Benji home," said one of the voices, and the women got dressed. Jeff hoped to hell nothing needed to go in or come out of the wardrobe. His luck held out. He overheard them as they went downstairs, discussing something about Tim having cooked up some scheme to diddle the company out of a fortune. Perhaps Jeff should mention it to Trina - it may put him back in her good books.

3

As always with a murder, the first 48 hours are crucial. Scenes-of-crime officers are contracted in to gather material evidence, but Trina liked personally to get close to as many potential witnesses as possible, as quickly as possible, first impressions being so valuable.

First stop, Tim's grieving wife Jennifer, though she wasn't actually as grieving as one might have expected. Jennifer had suspected that Tim was having an affair, and was not surprised that he'd been found with a woman in his car. She was in shock all the same. Did she know anyone who might do such a thing?

Jennifer offered a theory. "The other woman was married, wasn't she? Maybe her husband... I don't know. I did intend to divorce Tim, and yes, I have a life insurance policy on him. I don't think I'd be up to blowing his head off though."

Trina was inclined to believe her. They chatted for a while, then Trina set off to see the grieving husband.

After being let in by the WPC assigned to the premises, Trina assessed the feel of the place as she walked through to the lounge, where her quarry was to be found sitting in an armchair, distraught. His vacant eyes were bloodshot.

"Hello Keith, I'm DCI Edwards - call me Trina." And, glancing at a vase on the sideboard, added an ice-breaker "What nice flowers."

He fought back tears. He was a broken man. "I bought them for her Thursday. She never got to see them."

Trina smiled sympathetically. "I'm really sorry, Keith. I know it seems heartless, but we have to go over the house. It's standard procedure. And I have to ask you a few questions. Tell me to fuck off if you don't feel up to it yet, but the quicker we get it over with, the quicker we can find who did this thing."

Keith cooperated, although he gave the slight impression he was not altogether happy that a woman had been assigned to investigate his wife's murder. No, he didn't have any idea why anyone should do such a thing. No, he didn't know this Tim person. No, he didn't own a shotgun and why are you even asking. No, he had nothing to gain from his wife's death. Yes, he loved her very much, they got along fine, and he was at work when it happened, and the time stamps on the security camera's film would show him entering and leaving.

"We'll chat again in due course - bye for now, Keith. Oh, mind if I have a peek in the garage?"

A scene-of-crimes officer intercepted Trina on her way there. "We've done the garage. Nothing remarkable found."

Trina replied "I want to look for what's not there."

The miffed socco shook his head in bewilderment. "Ok lady... whatever," he muttered under his breath.

The babysitting WPC caught Trina just as she was about to leave. "Excuse me ma'am, Mr Brackley has asked can his dog be returned from the pound?"

"I don't see why not. The lab have the clothing they want to look at, diaries, computer. Would be good company for him - may trigger something. Yes, but keep an eye on things."

Before driving off, Trina called to see how the frogmen were getting on back at the Common, where a spring rises near the car park. It was the obvious place to dispose of a weapon quickly. "Nothing found? Yes, keep looking. Yes, I know it's deep. We may be looking for a gun case too." Trina was also aware that any forensic evidence would degrade rapidly under water.

4

Derek sat on the sofa with a weary woman detective across his lap.

"How did you get to become a senior chief inspector in such a male-dominated vocation?" Derek's admiration was genuine, and the question did not intentionally imply any underlying belief that Trina, as a mere woman, had no right to such career success. Trina suspected such, and was not offended. However, she rarely wasted an opportunity to tease.

"I slept with a lot of Chief Constables," she replied straight-faced.

"Really?" Derek smiled. "Er, lucky them."

Trina returned his smile. "Sometimes it's the questions you don't ask which yield the most reliable answers."

"Oh?" Derek countered, actually quite happy just to be in her company at all, let alone trying to match her mastery of conversational chess.

Trina explained. "You see? Now you don't know whether I slept with any Chief Constables or not. By commenting ambiguously, you are fuzzying the issue, because you've demonstrated you didn't trust my answer, so I'm liable to tell you anything from now on." 

Derek didn't understand a word. Nevertheless, he soldiered on. "I'm sure you're right. You've got me bang to rights, guv."

Trina frowned at his hackneyed cliche. "Sorry" he apologised sheepishly. She smiled her usual warm confident smile. Derek melted. Everything was ok.

"But for the record, no, I've never slept with any Chief Constables."

The irony was that Derek's question hit the spot. So many times in her career Trina had seethed at the blatant sexism which had passed her over for promotions. She had got to where she was simply by genuine talent and hard work, her results obtained by exceptional powers of deduction, a deep understanding of the human condition, and an ability to read a person through their mannerisms and demeanour. Derek was well aware of this, but could easily be forgiven for wondering how Trina had originally so misjudged her now ex-husband.

Trina added the punchline "One or two Deputy Commissioners, perhaps." And they both laughed.

The very thought of sleeping with any senior officer gave her the creeps. Only that morning, after she had spent the whole night at work examining Tim's work computer, her Superintendent had looked in on the forensics lab and asked what she was doing. His advice was "...to leave all that technical mumbo-jumbo to the lab boys... not a job for a pretty head like yours..." Trina did her best to smile and thank him, and was proud she managed to suppress the urge to shove the keyboard up his patronising arse.

"Derek. I'm really tired. I need some sleep. You think if I manage to get myself up to the bedroom, you could come undress me... you know... the way you do... mmm?"

Derek didn't need asking twice. "Stockings with four suspenders each thigh?"

"No, sorry Derek. Regulation black tights. You'll have to pretend. Next time maybe."

5

Jeff had already called Trina concerning his overhearing of a possible crime plot. Now that things had escalated to a murder investigation, he decided he better come clean on the whole story. They met at the coffee shop where once they would often spend time together.

"You committed a felony breaking into a dwelling in broad daylight, with intent to install illegal devices?" Trina was not the least surprised, and enjoyed watching Jeff squirm. "Then you had to endure witnessing a lesbian lovemaking session for half an hour? Oh, poor you."

"Look, Trina, I thought you'd be grateful. I didn't have to tell you anything, you know."

"Awww, didn't they invite you to join them? They surely must have heard about your sexual prowess. It's known throughout the county." She was going to milk the occasion.

"Bollocks. Look, is there any chance we could..."

"No Jeff, there isn't," Trina quickly interrupted. "Anyway, Ms. de Klerk, the lady of that house, has already come forward and volunteered information. She and Gayle Brackley were lovers. Tim was not having an affair with anyone, except maybe his computer - we did find a fair amount of porn on it. You can report that back to your client if you like."

"What about that scam they were brewing up? Thought that might be relevant. Maybe their boss found out and decided to blow their brains out?"

"A red herring, Jeff." Trina thought it best to economise with the truth. "If I were you, I'd be more worried about Ms. de Klerk finding you. She did say she'd seen some pervy idiot in a trenchcoat, with binoculars, trying to look like a birdwatcher. She said if he turned out to be the killer, she would personally come and relieve him of his knackers. Good job she didn't find you in that wardrobe, isn't it?"

It occurred to Trina that Jennifer's relationship with Jeff could possibly be more than just as a client. But she generously gave Jeff the benefit of the doubt.

On her way home, Trina called by the station to pick up her messages. As requested, someone had left her a printout of all local names and addresses of shotgun certificate holders. None was registered to Brackley, although that didn't rule out Keith actually having one. And none registered to Tim or Jennifer Leadbetter. However, she raised an eyebrow on spotting a de Klerk, even though it was not at the wardrobe lady's address.

6

Trina's nocturnal excursion to Geeksville, examining Tim's computer files, had been an eyeopener. She had surprised herself how rapidly she got acquainted with databases, scripts, encryption, remote login, backups, unix, and other software concepts the mere mention of which causes normal people to lose the will to live.

She learned how to decipher datestamps on files, reasoning that the evidence for whatever Tim and Gayle were cooking up would be in a recently modified file. She found nothing obvious on his computer, nor on the server. But Trina reasoned that any incriminating evidence was not likely to be left around available for any old Tom, Dick or Harry to stumble across. She examined the contents of the memory stick recovered from Tim's jacket pocket. It was likely his liaison with Gayle was arranged to pass something on.

And there it was. One file. It spelt everything out, as it probably needed to do for Gayle to be able to play her part, whatever that may be. There were side comments like "Create new investor (you) well before daily system back-up (5.30pm)", "Wait for transfer of modest investment amount to validate", "Log in as supervisor, run this script with parameters 'account reference' and 'target value'". And the tell-tale comment at the end "and bob's your uncle, an untraceable fraud, no back-ups, no audit trails."

The hit was a dividend-paying investment fund to which one could subscribe on-line. To satisfy herself that she had grasped the essentials, and purely in the interests of forensic science, Trina went on-line, registered herself, waited for the email to confirm her account reference and password, and duly financed her holding with £200 from her current account. She then carried out the instructions as per Tim's script, logging in to the database server with Tim's supervisory privilege, uploading, then running the script with her account reference and a new amount, adding a few noughts to the original one. She deleted the script, and logged off. Which was when her Superintendent arrived.

The results of the exercise would have to wait, though Trina was sceptical. What bothered her was why Tim involved Gayle - they didn't seem to be romantically involved with each other, and he was surely able to carry out the fraud by himself. Trina resolved to go have another word with the rather interesting Ms. de Klerk.

7

"Call me Marie."

"Ok Marie, thank you. I'm Trina, by the way. Thanks again for coming forward the other day. It was most helpful. I wondered if you could tell me any more about Gayle?"

"Not much really." The twang of Marie's voice gave away her South African origins. "It was just a fun fling for me. She had reached a state in her marriage where she couldn't bear her dickhead husband touching her. I think I was just an experiment for her."

"And her and Tim?"

"Not that I'm aware of. He kind of worked for her in the same organisation, but she worked from home, so they rarely met, except when dog-walking. He was a bit of a techie nerd, very serious, very intense."

Trina decided to be direct, but without mentioning Jeff's tip-off. "Any chance they could have been cooking the books together?"

Marie laughed. "I shouldn't think so. They never struck me as Bonnie and Clyde types. Apparently Tim was hot and bothered about some obscure software glitch he'd discovered. Desperate to report it. Gayle felt duty bound to meet him to get it sorted out." Not quite Jeff's interpretation, Trina mused.

"Thanks Marie, I'll leave you in peace. Oh, one more thing, do you have any relatives around here? That's not a common surname in Britain."




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"My brother - he lives the other side of town. We came over from Joburg a couple of years ago. He's a mad bastard. Shoots at lumps of clay. Fuck knows why. Perhaps we could meet up sometime when this has all blown over... have a drink... or something?"

Marie uncrossed her legs, rather deliberately.

"That would be... nice." Trina smiled, and left.

8

Trina's phone tinkled. Derek picked up and held it to her ear, Trina's own hands being temporarily out of use, owing to the police-issue handcuffs securing her wrists to the bed head-rail.

"I'm awfully sorry, Derek, I have to go."

Derek was naturally disappointed, but unsurprised that someone leading a murder enquiry had urgent other business. He quickly released the cuffs. "But, of course - please don't mind me."

"Occupational hazard of dating a policewoman, I'm afraid. I'll make it up to you."

"New developments?"

"We've found the gun. I'm off to make an arrest." Trina hurriedly dressed as she spoke.

"In the river?"

"Nope. Buried in the garden. I'll catch you later. Muahh." Trina was half way out the door.

"Surely your soccos don't go round digging up everyone's garden? Who the devil found it?"

"Benji."

"Who the hell's Benji...?" But Trina was in her car and in a hurry.

As she drove, she cursed herself for overestimating Keith's intelligence. Only an idiot would drive away from a murder he had committed with the weapon still in his car. He only had to be stopped and the game was up. But then he buried it in his garden - the mind boggled.

Trina had already located the position in the garage where it had been hidden. She guessed it wouldn't be in the house where Gayle would find it, nor in the loft, which would be too inaccessible should he need it in a hurry. Behind a chest in the garage, she had just been able to make out a long rectangular area on the floor devoid of cobwebs or dust, on which rested... nothing.

Forensics on the weapon would surely be conclusive. How he came to be in possession of it would doubtless become established. As would the exact motive, though judging by Gayle's private computer diary, in which she expressed a growing fear of her husband and a dread of his temper should he find out she was seeing a woman in preference to him, it was good old-fashioned jealous rage. Albeit with vengeance exacted on the wrong person.

The flannel about his works' security cameras was flimsy. The disc logging the surveillance video got over-written every day - he simply needed to disable recording for one day, so the time-stamps on his coming and going appeared the same as the previous day. He didn't account for the rain shower which showed up at 1.30 everywhere in town except, miraculously, outside his office.

The flowers were the giveaway for Trina. It had not been Gayle's birthday, their anniversary, or anything. Who buys flowers for their wife for no apparent reason? And who would unwrap and arrange them in their wife's absence, unless they were trying to create a false impression of marital bliss?

After some initial angry bluster, even the intellectually challenged Keith realised it was over, and 'came quietly'. Official charges were made, statements were drafted, formalities were undergone. Trina was optimistic about being home by midnight. Her superintendent came to her office to congratulate her.

"Jolly well done, DCI Edwards. Really good police work. And a fast result too." He couldn't help himself adding "Pity we had to spend all that money on the froggos, you could have just sent your old man round with his gardening shovel!"

The rebuke disguised as humour boiled Trina's blood, but she chose to let it simmer. She simply gritted her teeth and answered "Thank you, sir," concentrating on the thought that moments earlier, she had logged in to her investment fund which showed a tidy balance of £200,000 - unremarkable, in terms of typical fund size. As she gripped the doomed memory stick in her coat pocket, with the knowledge that the two people who knew anything at all of its contents were departed, she couldn't help repeating to herself "untraceable... untraceable..."

When Trina finally made it home, Derek was in bed, but still wide awake reading. His chest hair protruding from an open pyjama top was a welcome sight.

"Good day at the office, then? I heard it on the local radio news."

"Uh uh," Trina acknowledged. "Tell you all about it in the morning. Meanwhile, where were we before we were so rudely interrupted?"

Derek beamed. "Hmm... can't quite remember - remind me."

Trina tossed the handcuffs and whip onto the pillow, and started unbuttoning her blouse. "Derek... I've been a naughty... naughty... girl..."

The End



Naughty Naughty: Night 01



For The Bad Boy . . .

Breathless, Laura Garrison put her eight inch, ribbed vibrator back into it's black velvet pouch and slid it between the mattress and box spring. The battery-operated creation had become her best friend. It had been a very long time since she had brought herself to such a powerful orgasm alone. What else could she do? Laura hadn't had sex with a partner in over two months. Her own hands had been touching the places where another should touch; feeling what another man should have been feeling. If she didn't get laid soon, Laura felt that she was going to go out of her mind. She stared out the large casement window into her front yard. The Ornamental Chinese Cherry Tree secluded the view from the road into her bedroom in the front of the Ranch-Style home. No one could see what she had been doing to herself every morning for the past six months, no one could see her lie on the bad, naked, in different positions, getting herself off faithfully before she went to work. Even if they did, Laura thought, who cares.

After lying on the cool sheets for a few minutes more, Laura decided that it was time to get up and to get ready for work. It was already 8:15 a.m., and she had to be at the office by 9:00 a.m.

Sitting on the black leather ottoman, she ran a brush through her shoulder-length milk chocolate-colored hair and stared at her face in the dressing table mirror. It was amazing in her mind how flush a person could get from manual stimulation. 

"No need for blush today." Laura said into thin air.

She reached for her favorite "whore red" lipstick and applied it to her ample, pouty lips. The color had always driven the men she worked with crazy. She had seen the looks they had given her lips and watched them lick their own in return, as if to say 'come to me, Baby'. Since she was on the prowl today, with it being Friday, she was going to go all out tantalizing for the office today. After carefully applying earth-tone eye shadows and several coats of jet black mascara, Laura rose from the dressing table and walked over to her oversized dresser.

"Hmm. Shall I wear underwear or not today?"

Rummaging through the various pairs of cotton, silk and satin creations, she decided to go without.

Closing the first drawer and opening the one right below it, Laura pushed through the various vibrators, nipple clamps, restraints, cock rings, potions, lotions, lubes and plugs until she found what she was looking for.

"There you are! You'll do just fine."

She pulled from her personal treasures a pair of egg-shaped weights, connected together be a strong nylon cord, the same color red as her lipstick. Putting one leg up on the dresser, toe pointed like a Prima Ballerina, Laura inserted the first egg inside of herself. She shivered as her fingernails lightly scratched her clit. Slowly, she adjusted her position and distributed her weight to slide the other egg in between her buttocks and into place with a jaunty little tap. An evil grin crept across her mouth as she tugged gently on the safety ring used to remove the 'love eggs'. She put her leg down and began to dress. As she pulled up her black thigh-high stockings, Laura again smiled as the weights inside of the eggs shifted silently from side to side inside of her. She pulled on the black ankle-length black skirt, followed by the black ankle-high vinyl boots with about a Two inch heel. She selected a Lime green sweater from the closet. After putting in the small gold hoop earrings, and with one last glance in the mirror which was directly across from her bed, Laura applied several spritzes of her favorite Ginger-based perfume, put on her Black leather jacket , grabbed her keys and purse, and exited her home.

Around 2:00 p.m., sitting in her small office, Laura stared out the rectangular window, casually running a ball point pen over the still crimson-stained lips while swiveling the chair back and forth so that the eggs moved inside of her. She was so lost in an erotic daydream that she did not hear him knock on the door frame.

"Earth to Laura!"

It was him, the one she so powerfully desired, but she knew that she could not have. He had never responded to her little 'signs' of interest before, so she had given up. 

"Joe, what's up?"

"I am sorry if I disturbed your daydream, but I was wondering if you have the final figures for the Tower Mart deal yet?"

Laura smiled slightly and after rearranging a few neat piles of paper on her desk, she pulled out two standard pieces of white paper with black ink and handed them over her desk to Joe. He grinned as he glanced over them briefly.

"Good work Laura. I was worried you might not have them done for today."

"Why, thank you for your faith in me good Sir, and also for your utter lack of faith in my timeliness in getting work done."

"Please, Laura, flattery will get you everywhere."

"Oh, will it now Mr. Wagner?"

Laura bit into her tongue, not believing that the last comment actually came out of her mouth. All of the times she has fantasized about fucking him right there on her desk, him panting hard and sweating, but she had never, besides the little flirts, let him know how she had wanted him. Now, she thought, she should have just taken out space on a billboard. It would have sounded less awkward. She smiled nervously back at Joe, who was staring at her intently.

"Anything else Joe?"

"No. Well, actually, yes Laura. There are a bunch of us going out after work tonight and I wanted to know if you wanted to meet us there."

"Where at?"

"Scarlett's, on Fifth."

"Sure. I have never been there and I heard that it is a really nice place. What time?"

"Seven-thirty-ish."

"I will be there with bells on."

"Good, it will be nice to see you outside of the office again. I think that we'll, you'll have fun."

"I hope you will personally see to it Mr. Wagner." Damn! She had slipped again!

"That, Miss Garrison, I will do."

Laura could feel how red her face was as Joe walked out of her office. The last time she had went out with the people from work was a night about a year and a half previous when she had wildly fucked Rob Benson, a Manager at one of the company's other offices. Joe had been there that night, but he had brought his wife to the gathering, much to Laura's detriment. She had set it into her mind that that would have been the night she would have shown him what she was all about, but when she saw him with his wife, she figured she had no chance in Hell. He had seemed too devoted to his other half, so, she had settled for Rob, Six Foot, One inch tall, blonde-haired, brown eyed, hung like a horse Rob. It was good, but Laura had wanted Joe, who she instinctually knew was better.

"Damn it!" She said as she got up from her desk and slammed her office door shut.

Joe Wagner grinned as he sat down behind his desk when he heard Laura's door slam. He ran his hand back through his dark brown, nearly black hair and propped his Chino-clad legs onto his desk. He knew she wanted him. He had known that she was hot to trot since he had started there. His thoughts were validated when Rob Benson called him one Monday morning to give him all of the X-rated low down of how Laura and himself had went back to his office after their gathering last year and how they had fucked on the sofa bed, the floor, standing up, sitting down with her straddling him, and taking her from behind while she leaned over a table. As good as it had been for him, Rob had told Joe he was pissed off because when Laura had came, she had shouted out "Joe" instead of "Rob". It was truly at that moment that he knew he would have her. He also knew that this particular night would be that night.

Laura arrived at Scarlett's at 7:30 p.m., sharp. She was surprised to find how crowded it had already become, and even more surprised to find Joe sitting alone at the bar, nursing a beer. She walked up behind him and tapped him on the shoulder.

"Where is everyone else?" She questioned.

Joe spun himself around on the bar stool to face her. His lips bore a sinister grin. She shifted her weight from one leg to the other, causing the eggs to shift in her ever so gently, enough to send a thrill up into her thighs.

"You want the truth Laura?"

"Let me guess, no one else is coming, right?"

"I felt that you and I needed to indulge in a few celebratory drinks by ourselves for closing the Tower Mart deal. I didn't know if you would have came if it would have just been me, so I lied. Besides, no need in making it more crowded with anyone else from the office."

"And what if someone else from the office should happen to see up here together, on a Friday night, after hours?"

"Correct me if I am wrong, but are we not two grown adults?"

"You are wrong. We are one single adult and one married adult."

"A-ha. The old married adult thing. Well relax Laura. We are also two coworkers who are just having a few drinks together." Joe took this particular moment to throw in the little tidbit of information that he wanted to share with her. "Besides, my wife is out of town visiting her parents for the next week and I so hate being alone on a Friday night."

"That could be taken the wrong way Mr. Wagner."

"Take it any way you wish Laura, but sit down and have a drink with me."

Looking around, Laura suddenly caught the scent of Joe's cologne in her nostril, and earthy oriental, her favorite. Almost instantly, she felt herself moistening up. Why had she been so suddenly nervous now that she was alone with him, outside of the office? She had wanted this for about three years and the moment might finally be here, and she was hesitating.

"I guess you are right. We worked our asses off on that deal and we deserve a little fiesta for it."

"My sentiments exactly" he replied as he rose out of his seat to help her remove her coat and offered her his seat at the bar. She politely thanked him as she smoothed her skirt over her as and hoped onto the stool, being extra careful not to let the slit up the side of her leg reveal too much, especially the top of her thigh-highs.

"What can I get for you Ma'am?" Questioned the young whippersnapper of a bartender.

"Vodka and Blueberry Schnapps over ice please."

"Yes Ma'am" the young man responded as he retreated to the other end of the bar to fix her drink. Laura turned to face Joe, who was standing less than a foot away from her.

"A slightly strong drink for a woman, don't you think?"

"Are you my baby-sitter? Do not judge a book by it's cover Joe." "Judge a book by it's cover? Why? Are you a man Laura?"

"No, in every possible sense of the word" Laura snickered. "What I meant is that I can handle the drink Joe. I can handle a lot of things."

"I am quite sure that you can."

Laura and Joe stared into each others eyes the way kids would do to see who would look away first. Joe felt himself getting hard looking at her perfectly shaped lips. Laura flinched and looked away.

"This is a really nice place Joe. You come here often?"

"Actually, yes, quite a bit. Scarlett, the owner, is an ex-girlfriend of mine. We have stayed close over the years."

"And your wife doesn't mind?"

"What she doesn't know won't kill her. She does not know that Scarlett and I ever had a thing. Besides, when Scarlett is here, I never have to pay for my drinks."

"An ex who owns a bar and that you are on good terms with? I would stay close to her indeed" she casually mentioned as she turned back to the bar to find the studly bartender setting her drink down. She reached for her purse to grab her wallet.

"No need for that Miss Garrison. All of your drinks are on Mr. Wagner tonight."

"Thank you, um . . ."

"Bradley."

"Thank you Bradley." She retorted as the bartender tended to a customer three people down from her, but not before glancing back at her and casting a bewitching beam back at her, clearly and invitation to all he had to offer, if she so desired. Laura again spun the stool back around to Joe, who was now even closer to her than he had been before. Now was her ultimate opportunity to see where he was coming from.

"Why Mr. Wagner, are you trying to get me drunk?"

"That depends on where it will get me Miss Garrison."

Laura peered deeply into his eyes again, this time not flinching. She could have sworn she saw a glint of lightning shoot through them. As much as she had wanted this moment to come, she felt a knot of tension growing in her stomach. She had opened the door, and he had walked through it willingly.

"Let me ask you and honest question Joe."

"Go right ahead."

"Do you cheat on your wife?"

"What if I said no?"

"Well, if you said no, I would have to ask you another question."

"And that question would be?"

"Do you want to start?"

"And I would have to truthfully answer with a question of my own Laura."

"Which would be?"

"When and where Laura?"

Laura felt herself blushing. He would have never imagined that seducing Joe could be this easy. She felt like standing up and kicking herself in the ass for not opening her mouth sooner.

"I would have to respond to that particular query by saying I would like to have a few more drinks first Mr. Wagner."

"And I would in turn say that we can drop this polite talk shit, phrasing things in the hypothetical and get down to business. If you are asking me if I would fuck you Laura, I would say yes, in a heartbeat. I would only hope that you would want to fuck me, too, and that I am not making a complete ass out of myself here."

Silently, Joe stood next to Laura for about 20 minutes as she ordered two additional drinks and drank them in nearly world-record time. She ordered her fourth.

"Before you get any more booze in you, let's dance."

"I never thought you would ask Joe."

Hoping off of the bar stool and quickly cutting her way through the crowd, Laura cleared a spot on the dance floor for the two of them. Just then, the music changed if on cue, and Laura could have swore she had seen Joe signal the DJ as she had turned around to face him. It seemed as if everyone in the place swarmed onto the floor at the same time to shake their proverbial booty's to "Confusion" by New Order, one of Laura's favorite songs, being that it was an erotic techno groove that one could not help but want to get it on to.

"I love this song!" Laura shouted to Joe.

"Really? Well then, why don't you show me what you have for me?" He shouted back.

With the rainbow array of spot and strobe lights reflecting off of the smoky-colored one way glass that made up the walls of Scarlett's, Laura rose her arms above her head, intertwined her fingers and began to gyrate her hips side to side in almost a belly dancer-like fashion. Joe felt himself start to throb. He watched as she let her right leg finally show itself from the slit in her skirt, revealing a tattoo on her calf her had never before noticed. 'More intrigue' he thought. 

Staring at her voluptuous body in motion, Joe concentrated his sights next on her chest. He admired the designer of the sweater, the way that it fit loosely fit, except over top of her breasts, where it was way more formfitting. Even in the multicolored atmosphere of Scarlett's, the nearly fluorescent green of the sweater made her blue eyes look as if they were glowing. He lifted his hand and unbuttoned the tope two buttons of his shirt, bringing an even bigger smile to her perfectly fuckable mouth.

Joe could barely get the thought through his mind about how good those lips would feel around his cock when Laura suddenly pressed up against him, chest to chest. He could feel her nipples taut against him as she ground into him. Laura put one hand around the back of his neck and leaned backwards, bringing their groins into even closer contact, if it were really possible. As she straightened up, she slid the other hand down his back to his ass where she produced a hearty seizure of the flesh through the cotton twill pants he donned.

"Don't play a game if you are not a master of it, Joe" she whispered into his ear.

"Oh Laura" he laughed, "you have no clue of the games I am a Master at" he replied as he swiftly spun he around and pulled her back into him. His manliness pressed sharply into her behind. Joe wrapped his arms over top of her tits and let on hand drift down to the slit in her skirt as they swayed slowly to the fast tempo of the song. She let her head rest back onto his shoulder as he slid his hand under the fabric and found her womanhood under the fabric, sans underwear and sans hair.

"Laura, you are a saucy tramp, aren't you?" He murmured into her ear as he let his tongue lick her earlobe.

"I like to feel everything, and fur on the cat just gets in the way."

While tending to her goods private from the rest of the people around them, Joe found her clit and pinched it between his fingers. Laura gasped as he slowly leaned her slightly forward and began to simulate fucking her from behind on the middle of the dance floor.

"You like it, don't you?"

Laura snapped out of her temporary horny trance long enough to turn back around to face him.

"If we don't get out of here soon Joe, I am going to come right here, right now."

"Maybe I want you to come right here and right now for me Laura"

Joe again slid his hand through the slit of the skirt, this time bypassing the love button and attempting to slide two fingers directly into her.

"What is this?"

"Something to fill me up since I can't have you inside of me."

Laura closed her eyes and whimpered and Joe managed to maneuver the fingers around the egg and into her pussy. Her mouth opened along with her eyes as the whimper turned into a low guttural moan. Several people on the dance floor heard this over the music and looked at Laura, noticed the tops of her thigh-highs and Joe's hand inside of her skirt, and continued about their business of dancing. Joe held Laura tight against him with his other hand as he removed his fingers from her and slowly raised his hand to her lips. Without hesitation, Laura took hold of his hand and ran the damp fingers back and forth over her lips while holding his deep brown eyes with hers. She let one finger slip between her lips and sucked it as a baby would.

"Do you like the way you taste Laura?"

"MMM-MMMM. And I like the way you say my name Joe" she replied as she let the individual finger out of her mouth and slowly ran it over her top lip again. This time, Joe was the one who closed his eyes and whimpered.

"I think you are right, it is time for us to get out of here. My place of yours?"

"Mine, it is closer, less than ten minutes from here."

After separating so that Joe could retrieve their coats and her purse, he arrived back to find Laura standing in the same place on the dance floor, watching everyone around her.

"Let's go Baby."

"Lead the way Joe."

Once outside of Scarlett's, they found themselves stopping twice before getting to his SUV to kiss, so carnally that they nearly made their lips bleed. She nearly pulled out a handful of his hair as she wrapped her leg around his waist in the doorway of an apartment building near the parking garage as he began to run his tongue up and down over her throat. She came again, shouting loudly enough to evoke a reaction from an apartment tenant. He yelled for them to get a room as he slammed his window shut. They laughed as they began to run to the garage to retrieve his vehicle and get down to business.

Arriving at Laura's home in timing similar to that of a World Class Indy car driver, Laura fumbled with her keys to get the front door unlocked. Joe lifted the back of her skirt to reveal her bare ass. He ran his hands over it, feeling the goose bumps form as he did so. She dropped her keys.

"C'mon Joe, wait for one more minute so I can get the key in the door! My ass is getting cold!"




Naughty Naughty: Night 01



"Laura, it is 65 degrees out!"

"Shut up and help me get the damn key in the door!"

"Think about what I am going to do to you" he said as she bent over and picked the keys up off of the ground. She didn't hesitate inserting the key this time. He heard the door unlock.

"To Heaven" she stated as she moved aside for him to enter the house before her.

No sooner than she closed the door and locked it that he slammed her up against the hallway wall, causing her to drop her purse and coat right where they were. He began to smother her with kisses again. Their lips so wet that a few times, they slipped off of each other. She grabbed at the buttons of his shirt and after no success of undoing any of them, she swore, turned him around and slammed his back to the wall as he had her and in one swift motion, ripped open his shirt, popping each button into the air as the process. 

"Fuck Laura, you are so fucking. . ."

"Shut up Joe!" Laura returned as she fumbled with the button on his pants, this time finding success. She immediately dropped down to her knees and grabbed hold of the zipper in her teeth and pulled it down. He smacked his against the wall as she did this, never having had a woman undo his pants with her teeth before.

Without wavering, she took his dick out from the opening in his boxer briefs and admired it as if it were first prize in a contest of unknown origin.

"You have one of the finest cocks I have ever seen" she noted as she ran her hand along the eight inch shaft and back to the tip again. His body shook at the tender, yet forceful touch of her hand.

Laura looked up to his face to find Joe looking down at her on her knees. She was in place to do her magic.

In one swift motion, Laura wrapped those perfect lips around his dick and went clear to the base. He moaned out loudly.

"Fuck Laura!" He exclaimed as she slowly brought the shaft back out of her mouth.

"In a little while Joe, let me finish this first."

"With pleasure."

Again, Laura took him into her mouth and went to the base. This time, once there, she adjusted her tongue and let it lap over his balls while pulling his pants down around his ankles. His legs nearly gave out as she licked a circle around each individual side of his family jewels. He began to shake.

"What's the matter Joe? Not a Master at the game?"

"I'll give you Master!" He half-shouted as he grabbed her arms, pulled them above her head and sharply pulled off her sweater. He was surprised to find a black, nearly see-through bra covering her tits. Her nipples had felt so bare at Scarlett's that he thought there was no way that she was wearing a bra in addition to the lack of panties. He pulled her to full height and removed one breast from its fabric prison. He bit the nipple enough for Laura to grimace in sensual pain, but she did not stop him. She liked it this way. While continuing this, she held his member in her hand and stroked it with increasing speed. He braced himself with one hand on the wall behind her and used the other to relieve her body of the skirt. They stood there, brining each other nearly to climax, him with a ruined shirt and his "Tiger" peeking out from his underwear; her, lacking everything but her black ankle boots, thigh-highs and a half-on bra.

"I want to go into the bedroom Joe" Laura stated authoritatively and breathlessly. She stopped stroking him.

"Lead the way Baby."

Taking his hand, leaving anything that was in the hallway there, Laura led Joe through the sparsely furnished living room to her sleeping chamber. He was surprised to find so many vases of flowers, never thinking Laura as the decorative type. She reached over to the end of her dresser to shut off the dim night lamp she kept for safety on the dresser.

"Leave the light on Laura."

"No. There are other senses besides sight. There is touch, taste and smell and those are the senses that you will use tonight."

"One candle then. I want to see your face as I fuck you."

She obliged him by grabbing a lighter off of a pack of cigarettes she kept on the dresser and lit the nearest candle she could find, a big jar candle the smelled of wood smoke.

After this was done, he gently pushed Laura back onto her bed and quickly joined her. Their limbs tangled as they kissed with even more abandon than in the doorway of the apartment building about a half of an hour earlier. They kissed with such abandon, they nearly fell off the bed rolling back and forth. When Laura was straddling him, he reached up and undid her bra, completely ridding her of it. She lifted her hips slightly and pulled on the little safety ring of the love eggs and slid them out of her body, both at once. She felt relieved to be rid of them, for she would soon have what she really wanted inside of her.

"Stand up Joe" Laura commanded as she slid off of him like a snake.

"Why?"

"Just do it!"

Joe did as instructed and stood at the foot of the bed. Laura adjusted herself, swinging her legs to the head of the bed, and wiggled to let her head and shoulder hang off the bottom.

"Now come here."

Again, as he was told, he moved to her. She seized his thighs with her arms and pulled him to herself. She took his cock in her mouth again, but this time, she was upside down. He fell forward onto her ample chest and his legs did give out. She let out a chuckle from her throat, obstructed by his dick, as she used her upper body strength to support him from falling on top of her totally.

"What in the fuck is that!"

No answer. She continued to blow him upside down, being able to really take his jewels into her mouth as she went. She ran her fingernails up and down the back of his thighs. He could not maintain his balance for much longer as this went on for some minutes, nor could he maintain the growing urge to come.

"Laura, I am going to shoot my load very soon if you don't . . . Don't . . ."

She stopped momentarily.

" I want it on my tits."

"With pleasure" Joe retorted as she went back to her sucking.

Within two more minutes, she knew it was there and stopped blowing and, taking his cock in her hands, aimed it for her chest just in time and the first stream shot out of the head. He screamed out as if being beaten by a group of thugs. She smiled underneath him, the blood rushing into her head and his joy juice rushed onto her chest.

He collapsed forward onto his arms as she ran her hand over her chest, wiping his seed up with her fingers, and taking it to her lips and licking it off little by little, tantalizing him while he looked at her upside down.

"You like that you naughty, naughty boy?"

"We're not done yet!"

Without warning, Joe lifted her torso up and she giggled like a schoolgirl and she swung her body the right way on the bed, head on the pillows, her chest still wet.

Joe went South on her causing her to gasp. His tongue probed every part of her bald pussy as she squirmed and wrapped her legs around his shoulders. As his tongue lapped at her clit, he slid three fingers into her and parted her, amazed how hot she was. He could actually feel the heat nearly burn his fingers. He moved them in a "come here" motion, hitting her G-spot, causing her to nearly shoot off the bed in ecstasy.

"Oh God that feels good Joe! I want your cock inside of me!"

"Say please."

"Please Joe, fuck me now, fuck me hard!"

Amazed at himself, in his mid-thirties and still hard as a rock even after shooting a load once, he brought himself level to her and rammed himself into her with decisive force. She grabbed onto the posts on her headboard and ground into him at the same time, their bodies in perfect sync with one another. As her thrust into her, she thrust back with equal amounts of pressure, intensifying the experience for both of them.

"You are a God Joe! You have the sweetest cock I have ever had inside of me! Fuck me harder! Harder Joe!"

He had never been in bed with a woman who talked so raunchy with him. It made him as hard as he could possibly get. He felt his dick stretch inside of her, making her little honey pot tighter and more resistant to him, which in turn, turned him on even more than the dirty talk.

"You feel so good Joe! Tear me up! Hurt me! Treat me like the whore I am! Oh God, Yes, Fuck me!!!!"

"Turn over Bitch!"

Laura did so and Joe rammed into her while she was on all fours, taking her like a dog. She balanced on her knees as she put her hands on the wall above the headboard and pushed back into him more demanding than she had with herself on the bottom. He knew she was hurting herself, but he also knew she was a cock hound and that she liked the pain, so he indulged her to her utmost pleasure. She was so wet, as he came back to thrust back in, he slipped out once.

"Play with your pussy Laura, make yourself come."

"Yes Master!" Laura said as she took one hand off the wall and spread her lips apart with her fingers. She rubbed heavily on her clit and found her hand, having a mind of its own, went further back and took hold of his thrusting shaft and made an extension of herself, causing his to shout as many obscenities as she had.

Laura removed the other hand from the wall and let her face become buried in her pillows. She lifted her behind further into the air to let Joe enter her at the perfect angle to hit the spot. She never removed the other hand from underneath her and continued to play with herself as he fucked her hard, causing her to scream quite verbally into the pillow. The sweat was pouring off of his body and dripping onto her arched back. She, too, was sweating profusely. Joe now understood what she had meant by touch, taste and smell and he liked it, he liked it a lot.

"I could fuck you all night Joe. That's it, fuck me like you mean it! My pussy loves you! I love your cock! I love your cock inside of me! Ram me hard! That's it! Harder! Ram it all the way in! Fuck that pussy! Make me squeal! That a boy! Fuck me! Fuck me! Oh Jesus Christ, fuck me with everything you have Bitch! C'mon! Tear that baby up!" Joe was astounded that a woman could talk like this. No woman had ever called him 'Bitch' before, and he loved it. He loved it so much, he was sure there would be more times after tonight.

After twenty more minutes of fucking her with all of his might, Laura did something he was so surprised at, so unexpected, he couldn't hold back any longer. She literally 'grabbed' onto him with her muscles inside that he could barely pull it back out. It was to most stupefying control he had ever known a woman to have. Her Kegels were so trained, they were like an animal living inside of her.

"Christ Almighty!" Joe yelled as he came inside of her. She, too, climaxed at the same time, their fluids combining as one. He slid his arm around her waist as she sprung up into a kneeling position, her right hand still playing with her clit, throwing her head back onto his shoulder as she had done in Scarlett's earlier in the evening. She then fell forward, and him on top of her. He dared not withdraw from her as he was afraid he would never get to feel the sweet chamber his cock had no wanted to call home.

They lay like that for sometime, catching their breath, silent. Finally, Joe knew he had to pull out, they could not stay like that forever, as tempting of an idea as it sounded in his head, it was not realistic.

Laura rolled over onto her back and pulled the cover over top of her. She was still panting, but she was sated. She had been waiting two moths to fuck, and this was way more than she could have expected.

"Why didn't you say something sooner to me Joe?"

"About what?"

"About wanting to fuck me. Think of all of the time we have wasted!"

They both laughed as he wiped the sweat off of his brow and slicked back his hair. He turned to face her, as she mirrored the action.

"I didn't know if you would fuck a married man Laura. I knew you wanted me, but I didn't know if you would really go through with it."

"Oh, I would have gone through with it a thousand times if I would have known it would have been this good! No, correction, this incredible!"

"Why I thank you for the compliment."

"You are quite welcome."

"Listen Joe, now I have to ask the awkward question. Is this only a one night stand?"

Joe smiled at Laura as he pushed back the hair from her eyes. 

"What do you want it to be Laura?"

"I would like it to be more than just this one night. I would like to know what else you could possibly do to top this, if you could top this!"

Joe raised his arms above his head and stared at the ceiling for a few moments. He then let out a laugh which startled Laura.

"What is so funny Joe?"

"What could I possibly do to top this?"

"Yes, I don't know if you could top this."

"Oh Baby, you wait until you see and feel what I have in store for you tomorrow night."

Laura grinned.

To Be Continued . . . 



Naughty Naughty: Night 02



Laura awoke at 6:15 a.m. to the sound of Joe Wagner humming in the shower. She smiled and giggled as she stretched her arms above her head and let her naked body fidget beneath the blanket. When had she fallen asleep? She could not remember. She could, however, remember Joe ramming her hard, harder than she had been fucked in a long time. Again, Laura giggled. She lowered one hand down and pushed the cover back from her chest and began to pinch one of her tender nipples. She immediately felt herself moisten between her thighs. She slightly moaned as she let her other hand slide down beneath the remaining covers. She parted the sensitive nether lips and slid one finger inside hard. Laura let her thumb rub her clit as she steadily began to move the digit in and out. She closed her eyes, breathing heavily, sill pinching the nipple and fucked herself to yet another orgasm. She felt the wetness cover her fingertips.

Laura threw back the blanket, thinking briefly that she would definitely have to wash the sin off of the sheets and blanket later and decided that is was time to join Joe, still humming away in the shower.

Upon opening the door, a gust of steam escaped from the bathroom.

"Knock Knock." Laura cheerfully sang.

"Hey you! I thought that you would be asleep for a few more hours yet."

"Arrogant, aren't we? Think you tired me out that much?"

"Maybe a little" Joe replied as Laura pushed back the curtain and entered into the shower with him. He moved slightly to one side to let the hot water hit Her body. The combination of the cold air and the hot water made Laura's nipples as hard as little pebbles.

"Happy to see me?" Joe questioned as her slicked back his wet hair. And placed his hands upon his hips.

"I am cold, that is all."

"Oh, smart ass, huh?"

"Kidding Joe, just kidding. You know my tits and every single part of my body is happy to see you."

Joe and Laura embraced and began kissing again. Their tongues probed each others mouths, darting to and fro. They could still taste each other on their lips from their little oral trysts earlier in the morning.

"Hand me the soap please."

"Let me."

Joe picked up the pink bar of soap and began to lather it between his hands. Laura turned her back to him and let him begin to wash her from the neck down. She made a 'yum' sound as he slowly worked his way down her back to her ass. He slid his hand between the soft pillows or her derrière and gently rubbed it up and down, the soap making the move easy. Laura, as she had done in bed, slapped her hands onto the wall, leaning forward, letting her luscious tits sway 

downwards. Methodically, Joe went up and down, each time coming closer to slipping a finger inside of her rear entrance. He kept hesitating when he would feel Laura tense up, until finally, when he circled, and she didn't tense, he swiftly hit the bulls eye. With a moan, Laura pushed back into him and he placed the free hand on one of her tits. With the lather still on his hands, he firmly gripped the tit as she lifted her foot and placed it on the back of the tub. Her tight entry way spasmed as she let out a pleasurable wail. Again, for the umpteenth time, Laura came.

"You like that, don't you?"

"Oh yeah, you bad boy."

Joe, being a self-crowned sex machine, realized that he was rock solid again and found himself tempted to let his rod take his finger's place. Before he could, Laura pulled herself off of his hand and turned, wrapping both arms around his neck.

"Such an innocent little flower, aren't you Laura Garrison?"

"Innocent! Hell, my petals wilted a long time ago!"

"You will get your chance again, but later my dear."

"But I want to suck you off right now!" Laura retorted, throwing a mock childish tantrum.

"Later, my Sweet. I have such wonderful things in store for you tonight, but I have some things that I have to tend to, so I must be going soon."

"And leave me here all by my lonesome? What is a girl to do?"

"I am sure that you will find something and manage" Joe snickered while pulling back the shower curtain and stepping out of the shower.

"Very funny Joe!" Laura replied while beginning to shampoo her hair.

"Really Laura, I do have to take care of some stuff for tonight and I want everything to be perfect."

"What are we doing and where are we going?"

"I want you to wear your sultriest outfit and look your best. We are going to have some true triple X rated fun later and I want you to look the part."

"I want you to wear that, but will I get my wish?" She said as Joe wrapped the sanitary white towel around his waist, standing in front of the partially open shower curtain, hands once again on hips. Laura's mind was racing, thinking how she would love to throw him down on the floor right there and go at it again, and again. He looked so absolutely delicious at that particular moment.

"If I could, I would, if it would please you and keep you as horny as you are right now."

"Trust me Joe, that will not be a hard thing to do! I am hornier than an all brass band!"

"Insatiable." Joe voiced as he walked out into the hallway, back into the bedroom to retrieve his clothing.

"Complaining?"

"Hell no!"

"Just make sure that you lock the door on the way out if you are not staying for breakfast!" Laura yelled from under the water massager that she had found came in handy so many times.

"I will."

The sexy, suave and debonair Joe Wagner toweled himself off and dressed, checking himself once in the mirror. Yes, the clothes were wrinkled, but he didn't mind, not after the night he had with Laura, the first of many. Maybe a story would be written about the things that they would do. He sheepishly grinned at himself as he heard Laura pick up the tune that he had been humming in the shower. She had not let him down. She was every bit the fuck that he thought she would be, and he had so much more in store for her yet. 

"Laura?"

"Yeah Joe?"

"Where did you park your car last night?"

"I left it in the same garage that yours was in. If you want to wait a little bit, you can take me back to get it."

"No, we can get it later or tomorrow. Don't worry about it."

"Easy for you to say, you don't have to pay the rates!"

Joe laughed at Laura's last remark as he said his 'good bye until later's'. He told her that he would take care of the car. Again, he found himself thinking of all of the goodie's he had in store. He had to go and make the arrangements, but not before paying, in advance, for three more days of parking in the garage.

*****

Laura Garrison spent the day doing laundry, cleaning the house, never once letting the fact that her private parts were actually tingling get to her. She cleaned in the nude, ate in the nude, and found herself talking herself out of getting herself off again. She could wait the hours from then until Joe picked her up later. It crossed her mind that he had not said what time to be ready, so she estimated that it would be around 8:00 p.m. That is when she would be ready. She really had no clue how off she would be, on the time or on being ready.

With music blaring all through the house, she dusted and lip-synched like an idiot all around, swaying her hips, room to room, cleaning as she went, tits swaying in the air as she did so. She would have to burn a CD before Joe picked her up of her favorite 'Come Fuck Me' music to play in his SUV to set the mood, not that it needed much setting. She wondered quite a few times what exactly he had 'in store' for her, but did not care nonetheless. She was sure it would be erotic, sexual, fuckable, blowable, and all the things that she loved the best.

At 7:00 p.m. Laura stood in front of one of her two closets, freshly showered and shaved, legs and pussy. She already had put on a new pair of thigh-highs, this time, nude, to show off the tattoo on her leg better than the black thigh-highs did last night. 

"What to wear?"

After 10 minutes, Laura ginned to herself, reached into her closet and pulled out a red low-cut V-neck sweater, short black skirt, in contrast to the long one of 24 hours ago, and her 3 inch "fuck me" pumps. Being that the skirt was short, she decided that underwear were in order for this evening. She chose a pair of black silk hi-cuts, and a matching sheer black bra. Oh, how Joe was going to love this outfit. She chose her jewelry carefully, making sure none of it was too distracting from her cleavage or outfit in general. A simple pair of earrings again, and a beaded choker around her neck.

The "whore" red lipstick Laura so favored was once again in place by 8:00 p.m., as she impatiently sat on the sofa, looking out the window every few minutes to see if Joe had pulled up yet. At 9:00, she was going to call Joe, but Laura realized that she did not have his phone number. A while later, briefly, the thought crossed her mind that maybe his wife had returned home early from her parents and he wouldn't be coming, but she quickly pushed that to the back of her head when the black SUV pulled up in front of her home at 9:30. He beeped for her as if they were in high school and she almost turned around to tell her parents that she would be home by curfew, but, she was an adult now, with adult things to do - very adult things to do. She grabbed her coat off of the back of the sofa, threw it over her arm, quickly checked herself in the mirror in the foyer, which she was amazed had not fallen off the wall the night before in their throws of passion, and exited via the front door. 

Once outside, Laura nearly began to laugh hysterically when she heard the loud music coming from Joe's vehicle. God, it was really just like she was in high school again! She stood on the porch until Joe put down the passenger side window and stared at her momentarily before yelling "You ready?" and blindly reached to the stereo console and pushed the reverse button to restart the song. 

He wanted her to walk to the vehicle to the beat of Butterfly, a fantasy that he had since the first time he had heard it and pictured those long legs striding towards him. He could have not imagined it would be in such a perfect outfit, so "slutty". She did not disappoint him. She slowly approached the SUV, looking 

at him with a combination of a "where the hell have you been" look and a twinkle in the eye that said she was ready for more. He reached over the passenger seat and opened the door for her from the inside.

"How nice of you to join me this evening Joe." Laura said sarcastically.

"Come my lady, Come, Come my lady, your my butterfly, sugar, baby."

Laura could not help but laugh at his immature and God-awful imitation of the song blaring through his speakers. Before climbing into the SUV, she made sure that she removed the CD she had burned earlier in the day from her purse and tossed it too him.

"What is this?"

"A little compilation I like to call 'Music To Fuck By'."

"And you call me a bad boy!" He chuckled as he watched her hop up into the vehicle, exposing a brief glance at what she had to offer him, that which he already knew well, after only one evening.

The moment she shut the door, he peeled tire away from her sidewalk. She grabbed onto the armrest and shot him a "slow down" look. 

"So Speed Racer, where are we going tonight?"

"You will see. Did you eat yet?"

"Nope. I didn't know whether I should or not and since no one let me know what the plans were. . .

"Hostile this evening, aren't we?"

"Not at all."

"Well, we are going to grab some Italian, if that is all right with you, and then . . ."

"Then what?"

"You will see."

*****

At the restaurant, Joe and Laura played little games, a la Sliver with each other, their feet and their napkins. They could not help but laugh each time one of Laura's nipples would manage to make it's way out of her sweater and back in before the waiter or other customers noticed. She ran her nylon-encased foot up his leg, sans shoe, on more than one occasion, letting her toes feel the bulge that had her name written all over it. She found herself staring deep into his eyes, reading his mind through those two portals to his soul, and attained that she was more than willing to have an illicit affair indefinitely with him, as long as he wanted to. How could she not? After much deliberation during the day, she had come to the conclusion that Joe Wagner was the best lover that she had ever had the pleasure of being with. He was fifty times better than she had always imagined he would be and she only hoped that he thought the same of her. 

"Dessert for the lady or yourself Sir?"

"No. Just the check please. We have our own dessert in store." He said to the waiter while he looked at Laura. He noticed her cheeks blushing slightly as the waiter looked at her, gave her an approving once over, and then indulged Joe and went to retrieve his bill.

"I cannot believe that you said that to him!" Laura tittered.

"Oh come now, you of all people cannot possibly be shy?"

"If you will excuse me, I am going to go to powder my nose before we leave" Laura returned as she tossed her head mockingly towards the front door.

"I will meet you at the car."

"Is it unlocked?"

"Yep." Joe reached for the wallet in his pants pocket and Laura headed towards the bathroom, or so Joe thought.

After paying the check, Joe, chewing on a toothpick, looked around the lobby of Giaredelli's and, not seeing Laura, began to walk to the vehicle. Once arriving at the SUV, he looked back towards the restaurant to see if she was following, but she was not. He tossed the toothpick and opened the door.

He climbed into the vehicle and as soon as he shut the door, started the ignition and placed his full weight against the back of the seat, he was unexpectedly flung backwards. He did not even have time to grab onto the steering wheel. Laura deftly appeared from the back seat, swung her legs over the middle console and straddled him. She laughed at the surprised look upon his face and began to lick his bottom lip lightly with her tongue. He moaned in delight as she reached one arm behind her and pushed the CD she had created into the dashboard. Loud rock again filled the cabin of the vehicle as she maneuvered herself again into the passenger seat and quickly unzipped Joe's jeans and pulled out his cock.

"Since you wouldn't let me do it in the shower, I am going to have to do it right here in the parking lot."

"Oh, you will get no argument from me."

"Good, because right now, I am in control."

Laura wasted no time whatsoever in wrapping her lips around his thick meat and went to town, taking him all the way into her throat and back out again, over and over. Joe's breathing became ragged. He couldn't hide the sudden heat he felt as she brought him to climax within two minutes, something no one had ever done before. He reached up to his brow and wiped the beads of sweat that had expeditiously appeared as she looked up at him and ran her tongue over her lips, removing any last trace of his seed that she has just ingested.

"That is not fair Laura Garrison."

"No, it is not fair, that was your dessert."

Joe laughed and reached for the reclining mechanism and put the seat upright and basically trapped her head in between his lap and the steering wheel.

"I suppose I am supposed to stay here the entire drive to wherever we are going?"

"Sorry, but if you didn't mind. . ."

"Yes I do!"

Joe adjusted the seat slightly for her to remove her head from his crotch and he put his cock back into it's cotton prison, but not before Laura had one last moment to trace the tip of it with her crimson-painted fingernail. That made him nearly jump out of his skin.

"So, are you going to tell me where we are going yet?"

"We are going to Scarlett's."

"Again? Aren't you afraid that we might run into someone from work there?"

"For all they know, we are two coworkers out having a drink or two."

"On a Saturday night, while one of those coworker's spouse is out of town."

"Don't sweat it."

"And why is that?"

"Too loud for them I guess, I don't know."

"Then why are we going there, I would much rather just fuck each others' brains out."

"Don't you worry about it Baby, you will have quite a good time tonight." Joe's no-good smile made Laura think that somehow, Saturday was going to top Friday. 

*****

Arriving at Scarlett's, Laura was surprised to find that the bar offered valet parking on Saturday nights. They drove right to the curb and we treated as if they were VIP's, which Laura did not realize, they were.

Joe walked around to the passenger side and took Laura's hand into his own. He escorted her through the front doors, both being held by tuxedo-clad men who greeted them by first name. 

"A little underdressed, aren't we Joe?"

"Not at all. This is a casual party tonight."

"Casual? Since when are tuxedo's casual?"

"Scarlett has a wonderful way of making everyone special at parties."

"Oh, this is a party?"

"A private party."

"For what?"

"Don't worry about for what or who. Let's just have fun, OK?"

"You are the boss Joe."

"Keep that in mind."

Laura was amazed at the way Scarlett's had been transformed in 24 hours. Gone was the massive crowd of twentysomethings like herself. The music was close to the same, heart and pussy pounding techno blared through every speaker, but the people themselves were a little bit older and much more classy and refined. Thank God all of them were dressed casually as Joe and herself were. 

Joe was greeted, once again by name, by another tuxedo-clad gentleman who led them to a table that held a "reserved" sign. The gentleman pulled out Laura's seat for her and before she sat, he daintily grabbed one of her ass cheeks. She yelped, jumped and turned to the man, hand raised, ready to slap, before stopping to realize that it was Bradley, the hunk of a bartender from the previous evening.

"Sorry Miss Garrison, I just had to feel that nice ass." He whispered into her ear. She looked at Joe who seemed to be oblivious as to what had just happened.

"Excuse me?" Laura questioned with astonishment.

"I apologize for being so forward, but I just had to feel what Mr. Wagner here is so luck to be getting." Laura blushed and smiled. It wasn't that she had minded what Bradley had done, but she was there with another man.

"Shall I get you the same as last night Miss Garrison, or would you and Mr. Wagner like some Champagne?"

"Champagne please Brad." Answered Joe.

"I will be right back with that. Please, join the dancing on the floor. You two definitely looked good on the floor last night. No use in sparing the crowd tonight" Bradley stated to Joe, glancing back to Laura who was catching flies with her mouth hanging open.

"Thanks Brad, I think that we will do that."

As Brad walked away to retrieve their drink of choice, Joe stood up and held his hand out to Laura.

"Don't be so surprised Laura."

"What, that the bartender last night seemed to have notice our little tryst on the dance floor last night?"

"More people than just Brad did Laura, and no one cares, not here."

"Huh?"

"C'mon. Let's dance."

Joe led Laura to the dance floor. Being less crowded, it was easy to find a spot where they would not be bumping into people. He pulled her close to him and began to grind into her, but with great rhythm, more than she realized that he possessed. He was a good dancer. She put her arms around his neck and swayed with him. The moved their hips against each others, seemingly without a care in the world. Laura noticed that everyone else on the floor seemed to be dancing in the same manner. She looked into Joe's eyes again and was pleased to see that they immediately went from her face to her chest, which was heaving to the beat of the music. 




Naughty Naughty: Night 02



"I must say Laura, you have the most delicious tits that I have ever seen."

"Thank you, and they are all mine!"

Joe laughed and continued to dance, pulling away from her. They danced apart from each other, moved in close, then back apart. Laura seemed oblivious to the fact that the DJ was playing the CD that she had burned earlier in the day, which Bradley had retrieved from Joe's vehicle before he went to get the Champagne. She was too into moving her hips and legs to the beat to impress Joe with moves of her own, a task that she was pulling off with perfection. The way her legs looked in the short skirt, high heels, the way her whole body looked when she swayed side to side made Joe hard again, not that he had much of a problem when he was around Laura.

"I am going to get us our Champagne from the table Laura, stay here and dance, I will be right back."

Laura nodded her head in compliance and no sooner Joe was out of her view, she was surprised to find hands upon her hips from behind, and a manly package grinding up against her backside. She went with the flow.

"You like this song Miss Garrison?" Questioned Brad as her turned her around, placing his hands on her waist from the front.

"It is one of my favorites Brad." She replied, noting that he had lost his tuxedo jacket, had unbuttoned almost all of the buttons of his shirt down to the waist band and had rolled up his sleeves. He moved back and sported some cool moves of his own, while she did the same. His blonde hair glistened in the different colored lights. Laura looked around to see if Joe was coming with their drinks.

"Don't worry about Mr. Wagner Miss Garrison, he will be right back. He told me to keep an eye on you."

"I see and feel that you are doing a good job of that" she retorted as she noticed Brad licking his lips as he came closer to her, slid one hand around her waist again and slid it down to her ass, thrusting himself and her private parts together with no room to spare.

"I like dancing with women who are in heat, and you Miss Garrison are definitely in heat. You are on fire."

"Well Brad, if you are going to talk to me like that, might as well call me Laura."

"OK Laura" he said as he slid his hand up the front of her sweater underneath the under wire of her bra and played with her tit. Under his massage, her nipples grew erect and her breasts felt as if they were slowly filling with molten lead, growing warm and heavy as she became excited. She let out a little sigh as she closed her eyes and became lost in the moment. She opened them again and looked around, noticing that Joe was sitting at a table near the edge of the dance floor, looking directly at them with a smile on his face. Oh, the games that he could play! He motioned with one finger for her to join him. 

"Thanks for the dance Laura. I hope to be seeing more of you."

"Thank you Brad. I am sure that you will."

"Much more." Brad rejoined as he walked off the dance floor in the opposite direction as Laura slinked her way over to Joe. It was then she noticed that he was sitting at the table with a striking redhead. Joe stood and took her by the hand, feeling how hot she was.

"Laura, I would like to introduce you to Ms. Scarlett McNamara." Laura was awestruck with the woman who she now knew as Joe's ex-girlfriend. She was absolutely beautiful. Scarlett stood and extended her hand to Laura, who took it graciously.

"Laura, how nice to meet you. Joe has been telling me a great deal about you."

"Nothing bad I hope. It is very nice to meet you Miss McNamara."

"Please, call me Scarlett, and yes, all of it bad." She laughed. Laura shot Joe a disapproving look. He just looked at Scarlett and grinned.

Scarlett ran her eyes over Laura approvingly. She beamed at Laura, who returned the gesture. 

Laura could not believe that she was standing there with Joe's ex, who, by looking at her, she knew he would have had to have fucked her many times before, as she was absolutely luscious. Laura had never found herself attracted to a woman before, but she could not help but be to Scarlett. She stood there in a skin tight emerald green mini dress which contrasted her curly, long flaming red hair. She had the most heavenly lips and eyes that one woman could possibly have and a body that just wouldn't quit. The only thing Laura had more of was a chest, but not by much. 

"So Laura, are you enjoying Joey's cock as much as I do?" Stunned, Laura wasn't quite sure what to say.

"Please, Laura, no secrets here. Look around you. What do you notice? Everyone here is quite sensual and seeming to enjoy themselves as so. This is my private little party for my friends who, shall we say, like to fuck a lot."

Laura looked around and at that moment did notice that everyone, from those on the dance floor to those at the tables seemed to be in one way or another engaged in some manner or stage of a sexual act, whether it be with their hands on each others asses or in one case, Laura noticed, off in one corner, a woman had her skirt hiked a little high and was sitting on a man's lap with her back to him. She was bouncing up and down with her mouth open and eyes closed, obviously letting him fuck her there in the open. Laura found herself, again, getting moist. She looked back at Scarlett.

"Laura, would you care to see more of the club?"

"Yes, I would." She looked at Joe who was giving her an approving nod. 

"Joe Darling, you don't mind if I steal your woman here for a little while, do you?"

"Not at all Scarlett, just make sure that you take care of her."

"That I will Joe, that I will."

Scarlett turned back to face Laura. She moved close to her and went forward, placing her lips onto Laura's. She slid her tongue between Laura's teeth. Laura, surprised, offered no resistance. She had never kissed a woman besides her mother before, and this she liked immensely. She found herself letting her hand drift to Scarlett's ass, as Brad had done to her, and letting her hand grab. Scarlett did the same to her.

After their passionate kiss, Scarlett took Laura by the hand and led her through the people, stopping every few paces to introduce Laura to this person or that person, placing her hand on Laura's ass, tits or in one case, she pressed the fabric of her skirt into her crotch and let her hand linger there as she did so. Laura did notice that none of the women were addressed as "Mrs." She took this to mean that all of the men there were there with their mistresses.

Scarlett McNamara led Laura to a door back behind the bar which she had not noticed the night before. Scarlett produced a key from her cleavage and unlocked the entrance and stood aside for Laura to enter. She stepped through the door, a gateway to another world. Scarlett followed Laura and shut the door behind them.

Laura looked around the somewhat narrow hallway which was lit by black light. The corridor had somewhere between 5 and six additional doors, all closed. It was creepy, yet surreal and enticing. The hall was filled with different music than the club. Heavy S & M rock played from invisible speakers. She knew the song, The Genitorturers "Sin City", a song that Laura had fucked a younger man to earlier in the year. He turned out to be a real dud, but he had turned her onto the music.

"Choose a door Laura, any door, and enter into a world of pleasure you had no idea existed."

"Scarlett, I. . ."

"Laura, do not be afraid. No one will hurt you here. No one will do anything to you that you do not want done, especially not me, and I will be the only one besides Joe touching you this evening."

"Joe will be joining us?" Laura inquired.

"No, he will not, but I am sure that after I am done with you, you will want more, and that, Joe will take care of."

"Really now."

"Yes Laura, really now. Choose a door."

Laura proceeded along the corridor to the first door. She moved onto the second and third the same way, but passed them up, too. She stopped at the fourth door, looked at Scarlett, who gave her an approving nod, and turned the knob.

Inside, the walls of the room were black. The same black light which illuminated the hallway was all over the room, coming from invisible fixtures in the ceiling and the walls. Everything else in the room was white and glowing in the light: a high back chair, a king sized brass bed and various other little things which Laura immediately identified as sex toys, her favorite.

"Welcome to my world" Scarlett said as she placed a hand on Laura's shoulder from behind. She pressed up against Laura's back, moved her hair and began to kiss her neck. Laura closed her eyes and whimpered in sheer delight. She turned and faced Scarlett, letting their lips meet again. She returned the kiss this time with more feeling and passion. Scarlett let her hand slid into the waistband of Laura's skirt and slid it down off of her body. She did the same with Laura's silk panties. Scarlett went down onto her knees.

"Spread your legs apart Laura."

Laura did as she was asked, or told. The click of her high heels on the hardwood floor echoed over top of the music. Scarlett buried her face in the bald mound of Laura's womanhood. She nearly fell down at the touch of Scarlett's tongue on her clit. Scarlett let one of her hands hold apart Laura's labia and really went to town, lapping like a dog who had not tasted water in days. She kissed the mound of Laura's sex. Laura clasped Scarlett's head, stroking her hair, and pressing her face deeper into the warm fragrant cleft between her legs.

Scarlett stopped, stood up and led Laura to the bed. Scarlett laid down before her, lifted her dress to reveal the incredible body and slid off her own panties. She then parted her legs and Laura caught a whiff of Scarlett's own wet fragrance as she got onto the bed and pushed her mouth against Scarlett's pink goodies nestled in her crotch. She licked and sucked at the lips until she could part them and slid her tongue inside. Scarlett gasped in delight as Laura licked her from top to bottom, lingering over the hard button of her clitoris. The pressure of Scarlett's hands holding her hair, told Laura that she was doing what pleasured her. She was glad to be able to do it. Scarlett lifted her head to Laura. Her breathing was now rapid, her breasts rising and falling beneath the emerald green fabric.

"Take off your sweater Laura" Scarlett commanded and took of her dress as Laura did what she had been told. 

"You get on top Laura." Scarlett arranged them in a 69 position and pulled Laura slowly down until her knees touched the tops of her shoulders. She reached beneath Laura and cupped her hanging breasts. Laura fastened her mouth to Scarlett and began to lick and suck her again.

It didn't take much to set Laura off. She was shaking from her own excitement. She cried out almost as soon as she felt the mouth on her cunt again, coming in short, intense spasms. 

The two women stayed locked together for what seemed like forever, each striving to give each other pleasure to the other with hands and lips and tongues and teeth. Their cries were drawn from deep inside them. It was gentle and slower than with a man, and it had it's own flavor, it's own scent of honey and roses. When it finally stopped, neither moved. Gradually pulses and breathing slowed. Muscles tense in orgasm loosened and their bodies melted together in response. They fit together perfectly.

"That was very nice Scarlett."

"I am not done with you yet Laura" Scarlett replied as she slid out from under Laura and sat up. She reached towards the white table that was next to the bed and turned to face Laura, holding two incredible sized dildos.

"Now, I shall satisfy you like you deserve to be satisfied."

Laura sheepishly smiled at Scarlett and laid back on the bed.

"Turn over Laura, I want you to take both."

"Both? Of those?" Laura exclaimed at the size of the at least 10 inch rubber cocks Scarlett held in each hand. One was a strap on which she knew that Scarlett was going to put on herself and the other on was identical to one that Laura had in her private collection.

"Yes."

Without thinking, Laura again did as she was commanded, or ordered. She lifted her ass into the air to show Scarlett what she had to offer. 

"Very nice." Scarlett said as she leaned over Laura's naked back and let her hand slide the first fake dick into Laura's pussy. Laura moaned out in pleasure. Scarlett began to methodically thrust the cock in and out, each time pushing it back in a little deeper than before. Laura, on her elbows, turned and looked at Scarlett, who smiled at her and who had one hand on one of her own breasts, tugging at the nipple with force. 

"You like that Laura?"

"MMMMMM. Yes I do. More please."

"Why, you little slut! If I would have known you would have been this eager, I would have had two of the real thing here for you."

Scarlett removed the hand from her tit and grabbed the other cock, which was glowing in the black light, and put it into her mouth, sucking it as Laura had sucked Joe in the car and how she had sucked him the night before. She withdrew it with a "pop" from the vacuum her mouth had created.

"I don't want this to hurt you" Scarlett said as she fastened the garter attached to the phallus to her waist, parted Laura's ass cheeks and moved forward. She let her tongue lick around Laura's little bud, causing Laura to come instantly. Laura's whole body was in spasms as Scarlett let her tongue dart in and out of her rear entrance while she continued to thrust the large dildo in and out of her.

"There, that should have you ready. Take over the one in your pussy and do not stop unless I tell you to do so." Scarlett said as she slowly began to insert the other cock into her ass. Laura winced slightly, never having been double penetrated before. It felt like Heaven. She slid one hand onto the base of the cock in her cunt and continued to thrust where Scarlett had left off.

Slowly, but surely, Scarlett slid the second one in all the way to the base. She stopped moving so that Laura would have a brief moment to prepare herself for what was coming. After the pause and a deep breath, Laura withdrew the fist dildo and pushed into back into her, while moving it, Scarlett pulled out of her ass and glided it back in with exact opposite timing of the other. Laura was being fucked at the same time by two cocks, no less, by a woman. 

Scarlett's naked body fucked her from behind. Laura thought that she fucked her nearly as good as Joe. Laura also wished that Joe could see them at that moment.

"Oh Scarlett, that's it, fuck my ass hard! It feels so good!"

"You like me in your ass, don't you, you little Bitch? Are you going to fuck me like this? Oh Baby, your ass is so tight! I think I am going to cum from you tight little ass!"

"Yes, Oh God, yes! That feels so excellent! Harder Scarlett! Fuck my ass harder!" Laura screamed out.

It was more than her body could handle. Laura came with suck force and intensity, that her arms supporting her gave out and she fell forward, dizzy from lust, passions, pleasure and joy. Scarlett kept going until Laura literally passed out from her first double penetration. Scarlett stopped and proceeded to lay on her back, and slid the phallus that had been in Laura's pussy out of her, licked it clean of Laura's juices and thrust it into her own pussy harder than she thought she ever had before. With a few quick, wet rams, she came to an earth-shattering climax herself.

She let her eyes close and open again, rolled over on one elbow, lifted one leg up to it's knee as if showing the whole world what she had with the cock still sticking out of her. She looked over at a mirror on the wall and smiled a wicked grin.

*****

On the other side of the two way glass, Joe and Brad looked at each other and winked.

To Be Continued...



Naughty, Naughty, You've Been Bad



After not having seen my Stepmom, Carol, in eleven years, I not only bumped into her yesterday, Christmas Eve, I also had sex with her. I couldn't believe it. After lusting over the woman for all those years, after finding out that she was purposely flashing me and knew that I was purposely flashing her, I still can't believe we had sex. Pinch me. 

Then, as an invited guest to Christmas dinner I had sex with not only my Stepmom again but also her bi-sexual girlfriend, Debbie, who was also an ex-girlfriend of my Dad. Boy, my Dad sure knew how to pick them. This holiday just gets weirder and my life is starting to read like an X-rated soap opera. With all that has happened in a span of 24-hours, my mind reeled from the weirdness of this Christmas day. 

"Merry Christmas to me. Ho, ho, ho. Yawn. Boy, am I tired. Yawn."

Home alone in Carol's house, now, that Carol and Debbie were out visiting friends and wouldn't be back for a few hours, I just wanted to take a nap after my two hour long sexual marathon with the two of them. They wore me out, yet, after having my first threesome, I was hoping this wouldn't be my last. I was looking forward to later this evening when they returned home. Only, I needed some sleep. I needed to recoup my energy. I was so very tired.

"Yawn."

"Naughty, naughty, you've been bad."

Startled, I looked up and there was an elderly woman standing at the foot of the couch staring at my semi-erect cock.

"Who are you," I asked putting a hand over my cock before replacing it with one of the couch pillows. I wondered how long she's been there staring at me.

"I'm Estelle, Carol's Mom."

"Carol's Mom? I didn't know Carol had a Mom. I mean, of course, I knew Carol had a Mom, but not here in the house. I thought I was alone. I'm so embarrassed. I'm so sorry. Please forgive my nakedness. I can explain, I think."

Oh, my God. I just exposed myself to Carol's mom. I was so embarrassed, mortified, actually. I wanted to hide.

"I can see why my daughter likes you. You're funny and you have a big cock."

"Pardon?"

"You're funny."

"I heard that part."

"And you have a big cock."

"Yeah, unfortunately, I thought that's what you said."

"You do. You have a big cock. I like big cocks. My husband, Bob, God bless his soul, may he rest in peace," she said signing herself. "He had a small cock and I always wondered what it would be like to experience a big cock."

"Carol's not home," I said ignoring her X-rated rambling.

Obviously, she wasn't right in the head. I figured she had dementia. She was making me more than uncomfortable with her unearthly leering and dirty talk. My clothes were clear across the room and I couldn't reach them without getting up and exposing myself to her, again.

"I can see that Carol's not home," she said, "otherwise you wouldn't be lying on the couch naked. You'd be fucking her, you naughty boy. Where'd she go?"

The way she pronounced the word, fucking, made me feel like the pervert that I was, after having flashed my Stepmom growing up and now having sex with her and my Dad's ex-girlfriend. Only, she made the word fucking not sound sexual, but more violent, as if I had fucked someone up, instead of making love to them. This conversation with Estelle was just adding a new level of weirdness to this day. Only, I didn't like it. It felt too strange and she was scaring me. 

"She went out with her..." I nearly said lover, then girlfriend, but quickly changed it to, "...friend."

I looked at her wondering how she got in the house. I distinctly heard Carol lock the door.

"I see," she said never removing her eyes from the pillow that covered my cock. She stared at me in the way I stared at women, while hoping to see an up skirt or a down blouse.

"What are you doing here? How did you get in here?"

"What am I doing here? How did I get in here? You're so silly," she said with a chilling laugh.

I hate people who answer my questions by repeating the questions I just asked. It made me feel, as though I was being psychologically analyzed by a psychiatrist. Why do they do that? Is that to make sure that they heard the question correctly, understood the question, and/or to stall for time before answering the question? Whatever the reason, it was annoying and her laugh was annoying.

"Yes, how did you get in? Do you have a key? I never heard you unlock the door," I said raising my voice for no apparent reason other than she was old and I automatically figured that she was hard of hearing. Gees," I said half talking to myself. "I must have nodded off. I never heard or saw her come into the room. She just appeared from out of nowhere."

"I live here," she said with a sad little smile.

"You live here?" Now, I was doing it. "You do? Carol never mentioned you."

"Yes, right up there," she said looking up and pointing at the ceiling. "Upstairs in the back room. She was too busy fucking you to mention me," she said giving me another ogle.

She did it again. The way she said fucking scared me. There was no affection about the word. She made it sound dirty, instead of sexy.

Then, I thought how stupid that behavior was. Any time someone looks up at the sky, we have a habit of looking up to see what it is they are looking at. We can't help ourselves from looking. We are all so much like a herd of cows, following what the other person is doing or not doing whenever they are doing it or not doing it. The one day that you try and break that habitual behavior is the day that you'll be hit in the head with something that falls from an airplane or a building.

"Oh," I said looking up at where she was pointing. "And you just got home?"

"Just go home? I never left. I never leave my house. I'm always here. I haven't left this house, since before Bob died. I've been here the whole time in my room."

I thought that was odd that she hasn't left the house since before her husband died. Didn't she attend his funeral? Maybe she was ill at the time. Only, I didn't want to prolong the conversation by asking her questions. I just wanted her to go away so that I could get up, put on my clothes and hop in the shower before Carol and Debbie came home.

"Oh, well, that's really embarrassing," I mumbled to myself wondering if she heard Carol, Debbie, and I having sex before.

She must have heard us. We weren't being quiet, especially when Debbie was having an orgasm from being eaten by Carol. God, she's loud. That woman has a set of lungs on her.

"You must be Johnny," she said with a big smile.

"You know who I am?"

Well, that bit of information made me feel a little bit better. I felt more at ease that she knew who I was.

"Carol has told me all about you."

"She has? What has she told you?"

"Everything," she said with a smug smile. "She told me how she used to flash you her panties and bra every time you two played Scrabble and she especially enjoyed flashing you her pussy when you stayed up late at night with her watching a movie. Then, she told me that you started returning the favor by flashing her your cock."

"I had no idea," I said embarrassed to all Hell.

"How's your Dad?"

"My Dad? You know my Dad?"

"No, but I feel like I do with all my daughter has told me about that bastard."

"Well, I'm sure he's fine. He's drunk by now," I said looking at my watch. 

"And I heard all what you've been doing with my daughter and her dirty lesbian friend. You are so naughty."

"You did?"

"Yes," she said with a sexy grin. "You've been such a very naughty boy that I have a mind to take you over my knee and spank you, just like my daughter spanked you and how you spanked my daughter. What say you be naughty with me, too?"

"What? With you? No," I said making a sour face. "I can't do that. I could never do that. Eww, that's just so wrong on so many different levels. Thank you, but I can't."

"If you don't have sex with me, I'll tell Carol you were upstairs fondling my breasts, while I was sleeping."

"I did no such thing. I haven't even seen your tits. I've never even been upstairs."

With that, she opened wide her bathrobe and exposed her boobs to me. They were magnificent boobs for an older woman. Yeah, they sagged more than Carol's boobs did, but she had a nice rack for an old broad. Immediately, my cock stirred to the sight of her boobs.

"Now that I showed you my boobies, show me your big cock. I want to see it, again," she said not bothering to close her bathrobe. I couldn't stop myself from staring at her tits.

"No," I said clutching the pillow tighter to my groin. "How old are you?"

"How old do I look," she said striking a pose that I imagined Gloria Swanson would strike, when she said, 'All right, Mr. De Mille, I'm ready for my close-up.'

"Old, I mean, old enough to be my grandmother."

"I'm 69-years-old," she said removing her bathrobe and slowly turning around to show me her breasts, pussy, an ass.

Quickly, I did the math. She was born in 1940 and I was born in 1980. She was exactly forty years older than me. 

I couldn't believe Carol's Mom was standing not two feet away from me naked. Yet, for an elderly woman, she wasn't bad, but after just having sex with her daughter and her bi-sexual lover, Debbie, who, at 35-years-old, half the age of Carol's mother, Estelle, was tall, blonde, busty, and beautiful, my sexual preferences were much more refined. After having sex with Carol and Debbie, I'd never have sex with a 69-year-old woman, even if she did have a nice set of boobs.

"You better put your bathrobe back on and go back upstairs to your room," I said talking to her, as if she was a child and warning her that her mother was coming home. "Your daughter will be home any minute and you'll be embarrassed."

"No, she won't. No, I won't and no I wouldn't," she said acting like a child about to take a temper tantrum. "She just left. I heard her. They'll be gone for hours, which will give us plenty of time to get acquainted before we play hide the salami."

"Hide the salami? No way. Listen, no offense, Estelle, but I'm not attracted to you and--"

"Don't give me that shit, Sonny. You just don't want to give it up because I'm old."

"No, it's not that. It's just that, uhm, it would be weird having sex with you after having had sex with your daughter. It would be too much like incest. Yeah, that's it. I'm not into incest."

"Not into incest? That's a crock. I figured you liked incest, seeing how you had sex with your Stepmom, which is much more of an incestuous relationship than having sex with your Stepmom's mother. We're not related at all, by marriage or by blood, especially seeing how my daughter has been divorced from your Dad for years, now."

"You do have a point there. I don't deny that."

"Besides, my daughter doesn't need to know what I do in the privacy of my own house."

"This is your house?"

"Yes."

"And that's my pillow, too," she said pointing to and staring at the pillow that I held in front of my cock. "Give it to me. I want it and I want it now."

"It is?"

"Yes," she said putting out her hand. "Hand it over."

"Okay, here," I said reaching out to hand her the pillow, while covering my cock with my other hand.

I thought she was reaching for the pillow but, instead, she gave my wrist a hard tug and when I went to maintain my balance, I exposed my cock to her again. I never saw an old woman move so fast. She was sitting next to me in a flash with her hand on my cock.

With the both of us still naked, now she was sitting beside me. I couldn't help myself from looking down at her breasts. I was curious what they felt like. They looked firm enough and her nipples were already fully erect. She had big nipples. I wouldn't mind sucking those tits, I remember thinking. It was weird how the rest of her looked so old and her breasts looked so young.

Definitely, I'm a breast man and because I'm specific to that body part, my attraction for her breasts wasn't helping me resist her, especially when she started fondling the head of my cock with her old, albeit cold and wrinkled fingers. Then, she started stroking me. I'd be lying if I said it didn't feel good to have Estelle give me a hand job. It did, it did feel good. It felt real good.

I couldn't help myself and reached over to feel her breast and finger her nipple. She was cold to the touch. I figured it was her bad circulation. Yet, as soon as I touched and felt her breast my cock hardened and Estelle started stroking me a little faster.

"Did you ever have a gum job?"

"A gum job? What's that? Making bubblegum or something in a factory? No, I can't say that I have. Why?"

"No," she said sticking her hand in her mouth and pulling out her teeth and placing them on the table at the end of the sofa.

"Oh, eww, no. I've never had a gum job and I certainly don't want one now, thank you, anyway."

"Well, you can't say that anymore," she said quickly leaning down and impaling her mouth with my cock.

Oh, my God. I thought Debbie had given me a great blowjob, but this gum job, wasn't bad. Actually, it was really rather good.

"Suck my cock, Estelle, suck it. Yeah, that's right, let me feel those gums."

After having sex with Carol, then Debbie, and now Estelle, I felt like I was a porn star in a porn movie. Only, this is the first woman that I needn't remind to be careful with her teeth. She was sucking, actually gumming my cock, while caressing my balls with her ever so cold hands. I couldn't wait until her hands warmed a bit more. Yet, the pressure she was applying to my prick felt Heavenly. I couldn't help myself but to start touching, feeling, and caressing her boobs, while fingering her big, old nipples.

"Suck it, grandma," I said. "Suck my cock, Estelle. Blow me, granny."

The whole experience was surreal. It felt, as if I was dreaming, but when I opened my eyes, there was Estelle attached to my cock by her mouth. Estelle was sucking or gumming my cock while stroking me. It felt incredible, especially when I realized who was blowing me, Carol's mother. This was one for the record books.

Long after this day is done, whenever I find myself alone and horny, I'll be masturbating over having sex with Carol, sex with Debbie, sex with Debbie and Carol, and now sex with Estelle. I was actually getting a better blowjob from Carol's mother than I did from Carol. It was obvious that Estelle more enjoyed sucking cock than did her daughter. Like mother like daughter in the enthusiasm of their sexual appetites, only, her mother gave a better blowjob. Carol just dabbled really.

Never in my life have I had sex with daughter and then mother and all in the same day. What an incredible Christmas, the best Christmas of my life. Merry Christmas to me. Certainly, I wasn't attracted to Estelle because she was so much older than me, but her tits looked and felt incredible and she was sucking my cock like a Dyson vacuum.

"Estelle, you'd better stop. I'm going to cum."

"That's okay," she said removing my cock from her mouth to talk. "I swallow. I want you to cum. I need to taste you. I haven't had a man cum in my mouth in years. Go for it, you naughty boy. Cum in grandmother's mouth."

Gees, grandma swallows. She'll be the hit of the nursing home one day, soon.

"Oh, Estelle, this gum job feels incredible. You can really apply more pressure with your gums, something that you can't do with teeth. Suck it, Estelle. Suck my cock. I'm gonna cum. Yeah, blow me, grandma."

Suddenly, I shot such a huge load of cum in her mouth and down her throat. She sucked every drop and then licked me clean.

"Well, thank you, Johnny," she said getting up from the couch. 

"You're welcome, but thank you," I said relieved that she forgot about me hiding the salami.

"I'm going to go back up to my room and get cleaned up before my daughter and her lesbian girlfriend return home. This will be our little secret," she said moving her fingers to her lips and locking them, as if she had a little key. "Okay? No one needs to know what we do behind closed doors and in my own home."

It was a foreboding warning and one that I felt I shouldn't violate by telling Carol that her mother Estelle blew me. Maybe Carol doesn't know her mother is like that. Maybe Carol wouldn't believe me. Maybe Estelle, when confronted with the truth, would tell her that I forced myself upon her and forced her to suck my cock. Shit.

By the time I looked up to agree with her, she had disappeared. She was gone, back upstairs, I guess. I never saw her or heard her leave. I've never seen someone so old move so stealthily fast. She was like an elderly Ninja.

"Yeah, okay, sure, no problem," I said calling after to her, when she was already gone somewhere upstairs in the bowels of the house. "Thank you for the gum job. Nice meeting you," I said louder hoping she'd hear me.

I remained on the couch wondering if I had dreamt the whole thing. Carol's Mom just gave me a gum job. She sucked my cock. Grandma blew me. I came off in her mouth and she swallowed my cum, all of it, every single drop. She had nice titties for an old broad, a little bigger than Carol's and her nipples were bigger, too. Estelle's nipples were dark brown, where Carol has pink nipples.

Quickly I fell asleep and didn't wake up until I heard the key in the front door lock and there were my two women, Carol and Debbie. I jumped up and headed for the shower, not giving another thought to Carol's Mom, Estelle. I needed to get ready for tonight's festivities with Carol and Debbie.