33 comments/ 55413 views/ 62 favorites Share by Phone Ch. 01 By: pjhale121 "Hi, hon," Steve answers his cell. "Things don't look good for getting home tonight. They pushed back our flight another hour and the snow shows no sign of letting up." "Aww, man! And I had such plans for you tonight," Jennifer whines, genuinely disappointed. "I know," he responds, equally disappointed. She has been texting lewd messages to him throughout the day alluding to their imminent reunion after his business trip. "It shouldn't be too bad, though, they're predicting it to end tonight, so I should be out tomorrow easily." "But there's something I've got to tell you...." "Okay..." Steve doesn't like the sound of this. "I told Janet you would be willing to do the Scout overnight with the boys again this year." "What!? Jenn! You know I hate that. I said I'd never do it again. It's unorganized, they don't know what they're doing and I never get to spend a moment with my own kids because Carla Younk manipulates it so I spend the whole time in that stuffy kitchen." Jennifer snickers, "That's because she likes staring at your cute butt." "Not funny! Probably true, but still not funny. Jenn, you knew I didn't want to do this." "I know, I know, but Janet was about to cancel it because they didn't have enough guys. I thought I could bribe you with exotic sexual favors tonight." "But now I'm stuck here and exotic... and, uh, things... will have to wait," Steve says, suddenly worried about how far his voice is carrying in the crowded airport terminal full of grumpy, delayed, business travelers. Specifically, he glances at the college coed sitting next to him. Just before his cell rang, they were in conversation and he was in the process of removing a virus from her laptop which is still sitting on his knees even as they talk. Another message box has popped up on the screen, needing attention. "Hang on a sec; I was working on a laptop. Here, talk to Mandy for a second." He hands the phone to the startled young girl and turns his attention to the troubled hardware. "Uh, hi," the young blonde cautiously says into the phone. "Hi. Mandy, is it?" Jennifer smiles. "I'm afraid my husband gets a little tunnel focused when working on a computer problem and doesn't always think through the introductions so well. I'm Jennifer; my friends call me Jenn." Mandy's giggle is a beautiful sound. "Steve has been just awesome. We were sitting here stuck in the terminal and he said I could use his mi-fi thingy to connect to the internet like he was but then all of a sudden my computer, like, freaks out. He looked at it and said I've got a virus that he's seen before. He is amazing. It looks like he's got it all back but he said he had to do something else so it doesn't come back." "Yeah, that sounds like him." Steve frowns in deep concentration at the laptop screen so Mandy continues chatting. "I can't tell you how much I appreciate this. I would be like, screwed, if my laptop was messed up. I wish there was some way I could show my appreciation but being on a student budget I've got, like, no money or anything." "He really isn't a money-driven kind of guy anyway," Jennifer smiles into the phone, amused by the bright chatter from the young girl. "I'm sure adoration and thanks from a young, nubile woman will be more than enough to boost his middle-age ego. If you really want to go there, give him a peck on the cheek and watch him blush." The beautiful laugh again contrasts with the bleak, travel weary atmosphere in the terminal. "Okay, if that will work!" "What will work?" Steve looks up from the keyboard. "I think you're all back now." He hands the laptop over and holds his hand out for the phone. "Oh, my gosh! You are amazing, Steve!" The megawatt smile is a ray of sunshine in the midst of the blizzard blustering around them on the other side of the plate glass. "It was one I had seen before and I already had the clean-up tools on a CD," he shrugs. "Be a little more careful about opening things in your email inbox that you don't know who it is from." "Yes, sir," she beams at him. Steve grins at the beautiful young woman before turning his attention back to the phone. "What are you two cooking up? You've just met and already I think there is a conspiracy of some sort going on." Jennifer laughs lightly. She really enjoys this playful, flirtatious side of her relationship with Steve. And it had only gotten better during their recent heart to heart conversations about trust, fidelity and their complete commitment to each other. "Oh, we were just talking about rewards one could earn for doing a good deed," she says. "About what?" Steve is unclear entirely what has just transpired. Suddenly the softest, most delicate sensation brushes his cheek accompanied by that distinctive sound of an innocent kiss. "Thank you so much, Steve. You are simply amazing. I can't thank you enough," Mandy coos, her adoring eyes lidded by seductively long lashes. "Buh, uh, yeah, no problem," Steve suavely replies. "Hand the phone back to Mandy," Jennifer demands. His eyes never moving from the blonde's sparkling blue irises, he silently passes the phone to his admirer. "Uh-huh?" Mandy says. "Did he blush?" Jennifer asks. "Oh, yeah," Mandy laughs out loud. "You know that color of the inner most petal of a pink rose? That's about where he is." "Hey!" Steve glances around, the hustle at this end of the terminal has pretty much come to a standstill as bemused business men find an entertaining distraction from their own growing travel worries. A touch of color now graces Mandy's cheeks also as she realizes her kiss has become the center of attention. "Give me that!" Steve snatches back his phone but it is clear that he is not actually mad. In fact, if anything he is enormously pleased. "Did you put her up to that?" he demands into the phone. "Of course," Jennifer is laughing at his blustery confusion. "You've got one more adoring female panting after your prodigious technical prowess. It makes me wet knowing Mandy is coming on to you." "Ulp," Steve is doubly tongue-tied now. He had zero belief that Mandy was "coming on" to him; plus, that kind of evocative talk is uncharacteristic of his normally polite wife. Somehow their frank conversation about trust when he was on the road and his assurances that though he may look, he has never, ever been remotely interested in any other woman has boosted Jennifer's confidence that he is hers and hers alone. From under her lowered eyes, and with the cutest nibble of her lower lip, Mandy frets, "Did I embarrass you, Stevie? I'm sorry. Forgive me?" "Psh. Whatever. Of course," Steve surrenders, seriously outgunned in this exchange. "Okay, let me talk to Jenn, again," Mandy flounces, beaming with self-satisfaction. Without a word, Steve relinquishes his phone, apparently terms of the surrender. He turns his attention back to his own laptop, somewhat relieved to get back to familiar territory where he is more comfortable. Besides, from the corner of his eye, he has been monitoring the exchange between the ticket agent at the gate and the baggage handler that has come to the top of the stairs to talk with her. He has seen this stuff a thousand times before. Even though nobody is officially announcing it and he can't hear any of the words being spoken, their body language and their glances at the blowing snow indicate that nobody is getting out tonight. A few clicks on his travel agent's website verifies the transaction he started about an hour ago has been confirmed -- he has a room for the night at the airport hotel. A few more clicks proves that he was right to do it early; there are zero rooms now in the entire surrounding area. "...I don't know what to do. I'm sure they're there but I can't reach them if they don't turn their phone on." Mandy is talking on the phone. "Uh-huh? Uh-huh? Okay. Thanks so much." And she hangs up. "Oh, so I don't get to say good bye to my wife?" Steve asks. "Oh my gosh! I'm sorry, Steve," Mandy is dismayed at her own thoughtlessness. "Jennifer said she was going to somehow get in touch with my grandparents waiting for me at the other end. I'm sure they're sitting there waiting and won't think to check incoming flights to see that we've been delayed. I've left messages, but ... What's the point of having a cell if you never turn it on, right?" "I know, my dad is the same way," Steve laughs as he redials his wife. It goes straight to voice mail. "Great. She's calling someone else now." Mandy is now gazing around the terminal with an expression bordering on panic. "We are just delayed, right? We're still going to make it out tonight." "That's the 'official line' but look at it, kid. The reality is that we're stuck here; they just haven't announced it yet." Mandy clutches Steve's arm in panic. "Don't say that, Steve! I don't have money. I mean, they'll give me a certificate or something for a room. Won't they? I won't have to stay here, will I? Will you be here?" "Whoa, whoa, hold on there, don't come unglued," Steve tries to calm her but in reality, her situation is pretty bleak. "Um, yeah. The airlines will probably issue stranded traveler vouchers for money off a hotel room. Maybe not though, sometimes they'll call a storm like this an 'act of God' beyond their control so they aren't responsible. It will create a ton of arguing either way and the airlines hate to do it. That's why they've waited so long to make an official call on it. Not that it really matters because a voucher is only good if you can actually find a room which I've just confirmed there aren't any of for miles around." Obviously, speaking the truth so bluntly was a stupid idea since that fuels the rising alarm in the young coed. Belatedly, Steve recognizes the wild-eyed terror as all color drains from the girl's stricken face. He lamely tries to recover. "But I'm sure that they'll have something for you..." "Steve, I can't get stranded here alone. I'm terrified of falling asleep in the open and getting attacked. Ever since I was a little girl..." "Hold on. Hold on. I've got a room. I had my travel agent reserve me a room here about an hour ago because I could see this coming. Let me run over there and double check that they haven't sold it out from under me but with the relationship that my agent has with the hotel here, I'd be surprised if they didn't hold it." "That's great for you, Steve, but doesn't help me very much. What am I supposed to do?" Tears are now welling up in her brilliant blue eyes. "Hush, now. It's okay. It'll work out. I've slept in an airport lounge chair before..." "No! You can't give up your room! I can't make you sleep out here when you have a room!" "Okay, then. We'll share. Two double beds; we're both adults, right?" Relief floods her face. "You sure? I mean, you're a married man and all." "You seem to have a pretty good rapport with my wife. You call her and explain the situation," he says, handing her the phone again. Mandy smiles. "You think that will go better than you calling to tell her you want to share a hotel room with a girl you met in the airport?" "I'll go check on our room." Steve has no sooner left than two significant things happen. First, the dreaded announcement about the cancellation of all flights is made, setting off pandemonium as stranded travelers search for either alternate travel arrangements or overnight accommodations and second, Mandy's grandparents call her cell. Apparently, Jennifer has somehow got the staff at the other airport to page them and convince them to call her. She gets assurance that they'll turn the phone on tomorrow so she can contact them with an updated arrival time. Then, she calls Jennifer to break then news. She takes it remarkably well, coming as it does from someone she hardly even knows. "Yeah, it'd be stupid for one of you to sleep out in the terminal when you would be a lot safer in a room. I love my husband and he loves me. I'm not worried." "Thanks for being so understanding. He has been so wonderful. I really wish there were something I could do to thank him for rescuing me: twice now -- my laptop and a place to sleep tonight." "Don't worry about it. He is loving all the female attention, trust me." "But I really want to do something special to thank him." She giggles. "And what I was thinking of really is inappropriate." "Mandy! Are you suggesting you were going to try to give my husband some 'special favors' for his services?" Although she knows she should be scandalized and telling off the little tramp, Jennifer realizes she is surprisingly okay with this revelation. It isn't like Steve was out to cheat on her. Nor is Mandy out to "steal" him or come between them. She only really wants to express her appreciation in a way that she knows any man would be pleased with. In fact, she finds that she is actually kind of turned on by the idea. She knows Steve is keyed up and horny from all the texting she was doing earlier and there isn't a thing she can do about it from four states away. Could this be a way to love her man from afar? "Um, yeah, maybe. Not that I think it would do me much good. He is pretty oblivious to suggestion and pretty obviously completed devoted to you." Jennifer laughs at that. "You're right. He doesn't pick up on the sexual clues very quickly. He doesn't see himself that way so much. And he would never do it unless I explicitly gave my okay." Mandy pauses. Although she has a healthy sex life and more than enough opportunity, she had never pushed the envelope like this, never really considered something this audacious. "Would you? Give your okay, I mean?" "It would probably have to be more than just an okay. Knowing Steve, I'd have to push him into it. What did you have in mind?" Am I seriously considering this? Encouraging another woman to have sex with Steve? "Actually, I was thinking about this before the whole hotel thing so I was thinking something pretty quick, like oral in the unisex, 'family' restroom -- about the only place in the whole airport with any privacy. But I absolutely wouldn't do it unless you're 100% okay with it." A vision of Steve getting sucked off by a nineteen year-old on her knees, her grateful eyes staring up adoringly at his joyous face while his powerful manhood dominates her mouth fills Jennifer's mind. Jennifer adores Steve; why shouldn't other women do the same? Pride for her man surges in her and her heart melts in love as her vision of Steve pumps surge after powerful surge into the vision girl's devoted throat. "This may sound crazy, but I think I am. I want this for Steve. You're right that he is more man than sometimes he believes. I want it if you really want to do it in appreciation of Steve, not because you can seduce a married guy but because he is a great guy that deserves to get sex if he wants it." "Oh, Jenn, that's it. You are so great; you understand. This would be about thanking him for being a special guy, not like being intimate with him in the way you guys are. Is there such a thing as 'thank-you sex?'" Jennifer laughs again. "I've never thought about it before but maybe there should be." "Well, I'd like to give you some, too. How did you ever get through to my grandparents and get them to call my cell?" "Oh, that! I've got a friend that works in admin over at the airport. They usually won't page people for you unless it is an emergency of some kind but Angela is a sweetheart and will let me bend the rules sometimes." "How can I ever possibly thank you?" "Well..." "Anything, Jenn. You just name it. You and Steve have been life savers today." "I'm ashamed to ask and feel free to say no if you don't, but... do you do anal?" It is Mandy's turn to be shocked. "What? Jennifer!" Embarrassed, Jennifer tries to cover. "Oh, well, see, it's really not my thing. It's just really unsexy to me and well, it is a huge turn-on for Steve. So it is something he brings up sometimes but I always shut him down. He's too nice to force the issue but I know he fantasizes about it a lot because he still brings it up even though he knows I can't bring myself to do it, even for him. And, well, I've always wanted to find a way to give it to him even if I can't." The initial shock having worn off, Mandy is actually intrigued. "You know, Jenn, this might be perfect. I mean, I've done it back there a couple of times. It is kinda hot in a nasty sort of way and it can get me off but it isn't very intimate. I mean, it is something I share for the sexiness of it, not the loving, connection of it. In other words, it is perfect for thank-you sex -- giving and sexy but not intimate and relationship building." "Mandy, don't let me push you into something you don't want to do." "No, no, it's good. You just sort of caught me by surprise. It's sweet that you want to give this to him. I want to help you do that, especially if this is a fantasy for him. I want this to show my appreciation to the two of you, so whatever I can do to make it special for both of you is what I want." "Okay, now I've got to convince Steve that this is okay." "Well, here he comes now." Steve's eyes brighten as he picks out the perky blonde amidst the crowded terminal and navigates his way through the thronging flow of travelers clogging the terminal. "You still talking to my wife?" he asks, good naturedly. "You've had more to share with her than I have today." Mandy snickers, "You have no idea," handing his cellphone back to him. "Hey, beautiful, what are you two cooking up?" he asks. "Oh, you never know." Mandy pipes in, "Hey, I'm gonna duck over to the restroom over there; be back in a few." Steve nods to the young girl and speaks into the phone while admiring the cute girl's behind as she disappears into the throng. "We're all set on the room, if you're positive you're okay with this. You are the only one for me, you know, and so if you're the slightest bit uncomfortable..." "No, absolutely not. I insist that she spend the night with you. It makes no sense to have one of you sleeping on the concourse; that's just not safe." "Thanks, honey, for being so understanding." "Mandy and I talked it over; everything is fine. I want you to stop worrying. Enjoy her company. I am the teeniest bit jealous that she gets to spend the night with you instead of me but I want you to relax and know that I trust our love completely." "You know I have eyes only for you, lover. I promise not even to look." "No! I want the exact opposite. I know you love only me but I'm not there for you to look at. You have my permission to look all you want. In fact, if you want to take it further, you've got my permission for that, too." "Huh?" These are words Steve didn't expect to hear. "I've been teasing you all day and promised you exotic sexual favors tonight and even got you tied up in the Boy Scout overnight tomorrow night. I've made promises I can't deliver on and I owe you. So, you get a free pass tonight. You have my permission, no my insistence, that you look to your heart's content. If there are perky little breasts or tight little tushies for you to fantasize about traipsing up and down the halls there or in your hotel room tonight, you go right ahead and stare. My only requirement is that you pay close enough attention to remember every detail because I want you to describe it all to me in graphic detail so I know what makes my man hot." "Oh, Jenn, you are a naughty, naughty girl, teasing me like that." "Hee, hee, that's what I want, big boy. I want you so wrought up that you can hardly stand it. I want you bursting at the seams. So, tell me, right now, what do you see? Are there any hotties there in the airport with you?" "Here in the middle of the week it is mostly business travelers, mostly men. The few women are pretty conservatively dressed. It's so bloody cold here that everyone is bundled pretty well." Share by Phone Ch. 01 "So tell me about Mandy. Is she as cute as she sounds?" "Gosh, Jenn, she is adorable. She is not a bombshell kind of beautiful. She's short, blonde with a pony tail. She's pretty in the way that young, college girls that age are all pretty -- fresh, high energy, ready to take on the world. On campus, the frat boys probably ignore her for the sorority bimbo or slutty cheerleader with mile-long legs. But here in this drab middle-aged world, her perky breasts, and sky blue eyes are fueling all kinds of mid-life crisis fantasies." "Well, you have my permission to screw her if you get the chance." "Pshh. Like that's ever gonna happen! I'm forty-five, Jenn. A cute girl like Mandy isn't going to waste her time on an over-the-hill geek like me." "I'm just saying...." "Okay, I'll play your game, then. If Mandy throws herself at me, I won't say no. Okay?" "That's all I'm asking, big boy." Steve is still shaking his head and chuckling at his silly, flirtatious wife when Mandy returns. "Okay, honey. We've got to go check in and grab some dinner. I'll call you later, okay?" "Absolutely. You go and have a good dinner. And don't forget what I told you. You can look ALL you want." "I love you, Jennifer." "I love you, too. Stud." Dinner in the crowded hotel restaurant turns out to be delightful. Okay, the food isn't great and the service is lousy, but Steve and Mandy hit it off immediately. For all his techno-wizardry, Steve isn't a true geek in the social sense. He actually likes asking questions and listening to the answers. Mandy, for her part, is excited about her trip "on her own" to visit her grandparents over winter break from college and is bursting to tell somebody about it. The mismatched couple, who anybody looking in on would assume are a daughter traveling with her father on the way home from college, ignores the world and flirt outrageously with each other. Mandy enjoys the attentions of an older, more mature man and Steve enjoys the attentions of a young woman who normally wouldn't give him the time of day. As dinner draws to a close, Steve knows it is time to face the music. Both had noticed but neither commented on the lack of a second bed in the hotel room when they had dumped their luggage. Steve's travel agent had, of course, worked hard to meet Steve' s usual preferences and got a room with a single king. So much for "two double beds, we're adults." Steve phones his wife when they get back to the room. "Hey, Jenn, we're finally back from dinner. You wouldn't believe how slow the service was. The waitress said one of the cooks didn't show because of the storm. Anyway, sorry it's so late. Are the guys already in bed." "Yes, but they're still awake, probably. Just barely. Do you want to say goodnight?" "I'd love to but I don't want to stir them up if it would make a problem for you getting them settled." "Thanks for thinking of me but I think we can manage. They need to check in with their dad." After quick, sleepy conversations with both kids, Steve is convinced that they really are on their way to a good night's sleep. Steve is sitting at the desk in the hotel room while Mandy sprawls on the bed with her laptop, her youthful features scrunched up in concentration at her Facebook page. "So, what is Mandy wearing?" Jennifer asks. "Um... I don't know... a shirt..." Steve's voice drops, hoping Mandy doesn't overhear. "I told you to look! You promised!" Jennifer chastises. "You've got to give all the details." "It's a nightshirt of some sort..." Steve nearly whispers. "Comes down to about the knees." He is so thankful that the young girl is entirely engrossed in her laptop. "Is she wearing underwear?" Jennifer presses, enjoying Steve's discomfort and confident that his obvious concern that the girl will be offended is incorrect. "Um, I think so." "C'mon, horny man! You didn't notice?" Jennifer laughs at her modest mate. Suddenly, the "oblivious" Mandy, sits up and stretches luxuriously, the pointed tips of her perky breasts poking against the thin cotton fabric of the nightshirt. "Um, uh, ah," Steve is rendered temporarily inarticulate in titillated stupor, gaping openly. Without so much as a glance his way to disrupt the conversation, Mandy languidly gathers her sexiness up off the bed and casually strolls toward the desk. "Um, no, I don't think so, at least not on top," Steve finally answers, his eyes glued to the mesmerizing jiggle of the gorgeous titties, barely concealed behind the pattern on cotton. Steve's attention suddenly snaps to the reality that he is totally busted, that of course Mandy was fully aware of his conversation, she's not stupid and that she is standing right in front of him while he gapes openly at her chest. And he also finally notices her outstretched hand, waiting for him to hand her the phone. "Hi, Jenn. Your husband has gone pretty much incoherent," she says. "I'm wearing a floral nightshirt that goes to about mid-thigh, no bra and powder blue cotton panties. I'm a size 4." "Ha! And him?" "Khaki dockers, blue stripe polo, pure scarlet blush that goes to the tips of his ears." "Ah, so he didn't change after dinner. That's his standard travel outfit, minus the blush, of course." "You want me to take the nightshirt off?" Mandy asks, staring directly into Steve's eyes. It is ambiguous whether she is seeking direction from him or her. Or both. Recognizing that her husband is still incapable of speech, Jennifer answers for both. "If you're still up for this, then go for it." "Oh, I'm up for it as long as you're still okay." And then, to Steve, "Here take this," as she frees her hands up for the task. Steve simply cannot believe this is happening to him. Enjoying how much Steve is appreciating her body, Mandy slowly and sensually draws the shirt over her head. "Remember that you are responsible for keeping me up-to-date on what is happening there," Jennifer reminds her husband. "Oh, my gosh, Jenn, you wouldn't believe how sexy she is. I love you so much." "Why thank you, but I want details, my man." "Oh, yeah, she's pulling her shirt up over her head and she's just wearing panties underneath." "Describe her to me, Lover." "She's blonde, with striking blue eyes and an angelic smile. Her skin is smooth and lovely. She is kind of short." Mandy, blossoming under the compliments, is enjoying displaying herself for the flustered man and even finds herself turned on by the inspection. "Five -- two," she offers. "Five foot, two and I'm guessing 115 pounds," Steve relays as she nods. "Describe her breasts." "Oh, jeez. They are small, but perfectly shaped." Mandy recognizing the topic, shifts her shoulders back slightly and inhales, putting her young breasts on perfect display. She is definitely feeling gooey between the legs seeing the effect she is having on the rattled guy. Steve continues, "They are really high and proud, with smallish light brown areolas and hard, pointy nipples that stick out a good quarter inch. There is an obvious tan line from her bikini top. Perfect titties is the best way to describe them." "You've got a huge hard-on just looking at them don't you?" "You have no idea, Lover." "Oh, I think I do. I've seen that throbbing hard manhood. I've wrapped my lips around it and sucked on it when it is big and sticking out like that." Steve just groans, still staring at Mandy who continues to turn and pose, giving him the visual pleasure of her nearly naked body. She delights in his enjoyment; pleased that she can so easily bring such pleasure to her new friend. "I want you to feel her lips wrap around your hard cock, enveloping you in warm, wet comfort. I want you to feel her sucking your dick way deep into her mouth. Move to where you are standing over her." Steve pushes back from the desk and stands up, moving uncomfortably because of the impeding erection straining in his pants. He steps around the desk to where Mandy is waiting for him, clad only in her blue panties. Without even having heard Jennifer's instructions, she understands the intent and her insides melt witnessing the long-distance love between these two and anticipating her erotic role in the interlude to come. It somehow heightens her arousal to simply wait for him to approach, awaiting his direction, pleased to be their plaything as an expression of her thanks for their kindness. Steve is not a tall man, but in front of the diminutive coed, he is commanding, powerful. "Tell me what you see, Lover," Jennifer prompts lovingly on the phone. "Her hair is back in a ponytail and her skin is pure and smooth and fresh. There is desire and an eagerness to please in her eyes. A slight flush of arousal gives her face a glow that calls to the animal in me. Her nipples are jutting out begging to be sucked on and her breathing keeps them dancing in anticipation." He is only a step from her now as she gazes adoringly up to him, the molten flow between her legs that started with the earlier conversations being fueled now by the possessive lust burning in his eyes. She feels desirable and vulnerable. She is about to be taken -- possessed and consumed in the most primal and instinctive of ways. And she is eager to yield. They are standing close enough now Mandy can hear Jennifer's half of the conversation through the tiny phone ear piece. "Her hungry nipples will have to wait, just like mine. I want her to taste that hard, throbbing dick. I want her to feel it swollen in her mouth and on her tongue like I love it. The way your cock demands attention as it dominates my mouth while my empty pussy and straining tits suffer, just begging for the slightest attention." Now it is Mandy's turn to groan as the eroticism of the moment threatens to overwhelm her and cause her knees to buckle. She recognizes she has become only a tool, a channel of the deep love between these two and she is privileged to get to share this moment as they express their passion for each other through her. They are letting her share in this moment between them. Holding the phone in his left hand, Steve gently glides his right hand fingers lovingly down her face, much as you would caress a beautiful flower. Mandy basks in his admiration of her beauty. She feels treasured and admired and beautiful. When the hand reaches her shoulder it presses kindly but firmly downward. Although gentle, it is as authoritative and compelling as if he had her shackled and barked a command. Obediently, she sinks to her knees, the desire to please aching in her breast. "She's on her knees now in front of me working on the front of my pants," Steve narrates for his wife. Mandy gets him unzipped as Steve unbuckles his belt, deciding he wants his full cock and balls free, not just the shaft through his briefs. Mandy picks up the direction intuitively and completes the operation in one step, removing his khakis and white briefs down to his ankles in a single motion. The musk of male dominance washes over her as his engorged prick springs free just over her head. As Steve steps out of his pants, he keeps Jennifer updated on the progress. "My cock is free and she is at my ankles dealing with my dockers." Interestingly, Jennifer doesn't feel jealous that another woman is disrobing her husband. To her, it feels more like having really intense phone sex -- pleasing each other remotely, except she has the upper hand -- the ultimate, interactive toy to please him with. And a new friend to share this moment with, to show off her darling, delightful husband to. "Good. She is going to be a good little cocksucker. Make her lick your balls while she is down there. That's how I would start out. Lick your hairy, sweaty balls that have been trapped in your pants all day." From the floor, Mandy looks up expectantly, waiting for instruction, prepared to be used. "Lick my balls." Steve marvels at the evident lust that drives Mandy to obediently shift between his spread legs and reach her tongue up immediately to comply. "She has delicate, red lips that pout out just delightfully. A mouth made to suck cock. Ahh. Her warm tongue is lapping at my balls now. Hmm." "Oh, yes, Steve, make her go farther back." Without a word, he rolls his hips forward, thrusting his raging hard-on into the empty space over her head. No verbal instruction necessary. She stretches her tongue out farther behind his sack where the tip caresses his perineum prior to licking its way forward. She inhales deeply, imprinting the masculine scent of his crotch on her libido. "Hmm. She licks all the way forward just like you do, my love." Mandy is pleased to be doing it right, enjoying her role as extension of Jenn's love for her husband. "Oh, I hoped she would. I want you to come so hard." "All in due time, Baby." Then to the girl on her knees, "Without hands, dear. Behind your back. And start licking the length, underside first." "Oh, Lover, that is so hot," Jennifer moans into the phone, obviously starting to employ her hands herself. She loves to hear him take charge and communicate exactly what he wants. "She is lapping at my cock, just bathing it in wet, slutty licks. She is just worshipping my cock." Mandy is pleased her devotion to male pleasure did not go unnoticed. She has thoroughly embraced the cock slut role, content to devotedly pleasure him orally for however long he wants. On the phone, Jennifer continues "I do love it, Big Boy, I hunger for your big, strong cock. I want to roll it around in my mouth and feel you stretch my jaw way open when you push it in." The competing visions of his darling wife, lovingly gobbling his rampant prick and the reality of a nineteen-year-old beauty lavishly licking his shaft nearly overwhelms Steve and he pulls back from the girl on her knees, a string of saliva stretches between the tip of his cock and her wet lips. After a moment to regain his composure, he commands, "Open." She dutifully stretches her mouth wide in open invitation, aroused by the husky lust apparent in his voice. "I'm running the head of my prick across her outstretched tongue, feeling the sweet sensations on the underside," he relates to his bride, listening to her panting in response, sensing her arousal. "Push it on in," she pants huskily. "Let her feel it fill her mouth." As Steve leans forward and takes possession of her mouth, Mandy senses his regard for her comfort, his care to move authoritatively and yet not intrude too quickly on her gag reflex. She recognizes this for what it is, years of intimate experience with someone he cares deeply for. But she is his slut tonight, his cheap whore to do with as he pleases. That is the role she hungers for, to give him the freedom to do as he pleases as her expression of appreciation to them. Steve withdraws his cock from her pliant, open mouth (she hasn't been told to suck). Sighing into the phone, "Her mouth is as warm and inviting as you had hoped it would be." But as he reaches the point where her tongue is just barely connected to the tip of his prick, Mandy gently takes his hand and entwines it in her ponytail. "Gag me if you want," she invites. "Mandy just invited me to fuck her face." "Uhn," Jennifer moans into the phone, turned on by the raw male lust and need in Steve's voice. He is always a careful and considerate lover, sensitive to her needs and their regard for one another. Sometimes, especially when she is horny like she is now, she wishes that he would give in to his passion and just take her, use her like a cheap whore and just take his pleasure because he needs it. "Hold the phone next to Mandy's ear," she instructs. And then to Mandy, she asks, "Do you want him to be gentle and loving, because he is a great lover?" "Uh-uhn," the girl responds negatively around a mouthful, shaking her head slightly. "Do you want him to ravish your throat?" "Mm-hm," she enthusiastically affirms, not letting the turgid prick filling her mouth escape. "You want to be his cheap slut? A little, trashy whore that he can use rough and just take his pleasure on?" "Mm-hm!" she answers even more positively, driving forward onto Steve's hard-on and nestling her nose into the dark curls of his pubic bush. Steve stares incredulously down at the blonde as he feels the awesome sensation of his boner down deep into her throat. He has always been fond of Jennifer's oral technique -- intimate and sensual -- but he has always held himself back, suppressed his instinctive desire to thrust hard out of regard for her. He has never intruded this far into Jennifer's throat; never demanded this much from her. Mandy's left hand comes up from behind her back and gently directs the phone back upward and Steve shifts it back to his own ear. Her other hand gently covers Steve's hand that is gripping her ponytail and presses against it, guiding him to hold her head tightly to his abdomen. The head of his cock is gripped by the convulsive constriction of the back of Mandy's throat. Steve speaks now to Jennifer on the phone. "Oh my gosh, Jenn! She's got my cock all the way into her throat and she wants me to push her head onto it." Jennifer feels a brief pang of jealousy that it is Mandy's mouth that is stuffed full of her husband's cock and not her own. But just as quickly she realizes that if she can cultivate this horny, demanding side of Steve, that she'll be able to convince him to give her that kind of passionate sex as well. And she really, really wants him to enjoy this now. "That's right, Steve. She is your little whore. She wants you to fuck her face. Stuff your cock into her throat if you want to," she says, knowing that that is how she feels sometimes, wishing the animal in Steve would come out and overwhelm her. All of a sudden, Mandy's throat constricts convulsively and she chokes, her need for air overriding her lustful longing to keep her face impaled on man meat. She gags and coughs as Steve yanks her head back by her ponytail. Her vision is blurred by tears as she gulps in air. "Sorry, I'm... uh..." Steve fumbles. Recovering just as quickly and internally chastising herself for not being able to take it, Mandy grips Steve's ass cheeks and draws him forward again, her wide open mouth questing to recapture his bobbing phallus. "She wants it, Steve! She wants to gag and choke all around your fat dick as you ram it into her throat. Do it, stud. Fuck her face like you know you want to," Jennifer eggs him on over the phone. Growling, Mandy recovers the head of his cock into her warm mouth and struggles against the fist in her hair to rush forward onto it. Steve gazes down into the burning lust in her blue eyes, imploring him to take advantage of her fresh, pure features. He can plainly see the truth of his wife's words on her young face and the last barrier of his chivalrous nature is swept away in a flood of primal rutting instincts. Driving his hips forward, prick first, he takes command of her mouth. The power of his manhood assaults her throat as she gives in to the demands of his desire. The raging passion deep in her core flames even higher as the rutting animal in him comes out and dominates her. She has never felt so sexual, so open, so exposed and so thoroughly desirable. If this is what being a slutty whore is about, then sign me up! Instinctively, Jennifer knows just what has happened, based on the animalistic grunts coming through the cellular service. She knows her man that well and has a surprisingly accurate vision in her head of exactly what is happening. "That's it, big boy! Stuff her face! Face fuck that little bitch!" Steve takes advantage of everything the petite girl is offering. He holds her head steady for a moment, clenching her hair tightly in his fist while the length of his cock reams in and out of her mouth, the sensitive underside gliding smoothly along her curved tongue. He alters the angle slightly to poke at the insides of her cheeks, increasing the sensation and bruising her mouth slightly. When it suits him, he jerks her forward, ramming his cock down her throat to feel it convulsively work around the head while pressing her nose hard against his pubic bone, until she gags and he hauls her off, sputtering and coughing, until his meat batters its way back into her drooling, slobbery face. Share by Phone Ch. 01 Mandy has never been fucked like this before. Oh, she's given plenty of blowjobs and even deep throated guys but it has always been on her terms -- she's been the one bobbing up and down on them, welcoming their hard pricks into her warm, welcoming mouth. Licking, sucking, drawing out their pleasure as she gobbles down cock. But this, this is fucking. This is physical and demanding, about raw sex and power, desire and lust. What a turn-on. With everything that has gone on today, the tantalizing messages from his adoring wife, the flirtatious dinner with the cute, perky girl, even the testosterone-boosting win over the computer virus and his cunning ability to anticipate their need for tonight's hotel room, Steve's libido is on overdrive. And now with inhibitions blown away by the blatant offering from this sexy, available strumpet, there is simply no exerting control over his impending orgasm. Normally, Steve is more restrained in his sexual encounters, preferring to draw out and enjoy the buildup and the pleasurable sensations. Nothing about this evening, however, was normal. Some part of Steve's brain tries to warn him that he is rapidly approaching the point of no return. The rest of him doesn't care. This is fucking. You're supposed to cum when you fuck. Now it is time to cum. Jennifer recognizes the sounds of her mate's impending explosion and encourages his pleasure. "Oh, yeah, that's it, stud. Do it! Cum hard! Let it go! Pump her full!" "Ahh," Steve bellows as his entire being is focused on the pounding, throbbing explosion in his loins, the primal release as he spews his seed forth. Steve's climax is almost orgasmic for Mandy as well. She has so fully embraced the submissive role, the sexual tool, the whore that just exists for another's pleasure, that his tribute comes as a great victory, validation of her prowess and ultimate desirability. She grabs his hips and the base of his cock to steady him as the crisis overtakes him. The sheer force of the blasts surprise her, cum erupting in violent bursts in her bruised and ravished mouth. The initial blast lands far back down her throat and is swallowed reflexively. She artfully dams the next several shots on her tongue, determined to savor this prize. "Uhn, uhn, uhn," Steve gasps out each throbbing shot. "Oh, baby, that sounds so good. Yeah. Give it to me. Give it ALL to me. Cum in her mouth, the little cum slut." Jennifer loves the pleasure sounds her husband makes, although he is often too inhibited to cry out like this. It is so good to hear his completion. Mandy grips the base of his cock tightly, feeling the power and dominance of each swelling pulse as his load surges through his dominating cock on its way to her welcoming tongue. His hips buck forward slightly clenching out each surging blast. She giggles in pure joy to receive the tribute, amazed and pleased at the volume and force of his spending. "Hmmmmmm, baby, that is so good. That feels so wonderful," Jennifer speaks for all three of them as the only one still capable of speech. "I love your climax. I love the way the beast in you takes over and you just pour your lust out, thrusting in complete abandon." As his orgasm finally winds down, Mandy wraps her swollen lips around the purple mushroom head and sucks, determined to draw out all the oozing cum he has bestowed on her. With one hand she grips the clenched muscles of his right ass cheek, holding him to her, and with the other she milks the base of his shaft, coaxing every last dribble out, wanting to savor the incredible moment of his primal satisfaction. Eventually, the sensations are too much and Steve falls back, gasping, "Too much. Too sensitive." "Oh, baby, that was so beautiful, so erotic," Jennifer whispers into her husband's ear. Steve realizes with a start that he has somehow managed to keep the phone in his hand and to his ear, although he remembers nothing of the last moments but an intense rush of burning, thrusting, pounding pleasure. "Shit, Jennifer, that was the most awesome..." Steve can hardly stand, let alone form coherent thought as he gasps for air. Mandy has been watching the waves of pleasure wash over her lover from her knees, dumping a huge load of pungent cum in a pool on her tongue. She has been dutifully waiting for him to come down a step from the incredible high she has sent him on. It is a real rush for her to give someone that much satisfaction. "Did you cum on her tits, her face or in her mouth?" Jennifer asks in a husky whisper across the cell phone. "Ah, Jenn, baby. I pumped her mouth full. She's still sitting on her heels, with the most self-satisfied smirk on her face and a sexy glow about her..." Mandy kneels before him, reveling in her role in their long-distance love-making. "Oh, baby, I know that smile. I've worn it myself for you." "I guess I roughed her hair up a bit; she looks just a titch disheveled, in a sexy, just-had-a-tumble kinda way." "Gosh, I love that feeling of having it put to me," Jennifer groans. Although Mandy doesn't really LIKE the taste of cum, she can tolerate it and she knows well what her responsibilities are in this scenario. For this reason she has kept Steve's cum pooled in her mouth and resisted her instinctive urge to let it run from her mouth and down her breasts. Although that is sexy and decadent in its own way and she would love to feel it spill languidly down her chin and besmirch the beauty of her aroused tits, she knows she will gulp it down for her ravisher's amusement. Slowly, deliberately, as an offering to her conqueror, she extends her tongue bearing the gloppy load. "Her mouth is still wide open and there is a huge glob of white cum," Steve describes. "Oh, lover, make her swallow it." Staring directly into the coed's humid eyes, Steve delivers the command, "Swallow." "She did it, Love. A little shudder as she gulped it down made her titties jiggle some but she is still on her knees with her mouth open to prove it's all gone." Jennifer is further turned on by her husband's crude language. She can't remember the last time he has said "titties" or admitted to her that he was openly staring at a topless girl. Steve continues, "The two of you seem to have this well planned. What's next?" "Actually, the blow-job wasn't planned. You're supposed to butt-fuck her." -- Mandy is amused by the stunned confusion on her beau's face as his mouth drops open. Although she couldn't hear the exact words his wife spoke into his ear, she understands well enough what he has been told. His astonished expression is priceless. Rising to her feet and turning to give him a three-quarter profile of her panty-clad behind, she pouts over her shoulder at him. "Aw, Stevie, don't you want my cute little ass? I'll let you have it if you want." "Um, I'd uh... I mean, I'd love to.... but..." Steve stammers in response to both ladies. Mandy bends forward just slightly and thrusts her butt out provocatively. "C'mon, stud, you don't wanna stick your cock up my ass?" "I can't..." On the phone, Jennifer continues her encouragement, "You've always wanted anal sex but I just can't do it. This is the only way you're going to get it. I want you to have this experience with Mandy. She wants you to as a thank-you for all the help you've given..." "I know, I know," Steve protests to both debaters simultaneously, "and I want to, but I'm a little tapped out at the moment." To Mandy, he indicates his spent dick, which has yet to recover from its recent exertions. Jennifer chuckles in understanding, "Oh, is Mr. Penis a little tired from the workout? He needs a little recovery time? What can we do to bring back his energy level?" "Can I lick her?" "Oh, baby, that's a special treat that she'll love! Yeah, hand the phone over." To say that Jennifer wasn't a teensy bit jealous would be a lie. She has always considered oral sex an intimate and very pleasurable part of their lovemaking. Knowing that Mandy was going to get that special devotion reserved just for her is disappointing. On the other hand, nobody else knows just how good he is; she is proud of his skills and would love to be able to share that with someone else. Plus, she knows how turned-on he gets and if he is going to get into shape for the main event, she has to concede this is the fastest way to get there. "Hi, Jennifer," Mandy's voice comes on the phone. "What do we need to do to get this bad boy back into vigorous shape?" "Oh, honey, you are in for such a treat. Just lie back and let him do his thing." As Steve nudges her toward the bed with a caressing hand, Mandy blushes and giggles, realizing what the next item on the menu is. "Oh. Or lie back and let him do my thing." "It is your job to keep me apprised of the proceedings, step by step," Jennifer instructs. As directed, Mandy leans back and allows Steve to glide her panties down her silky smooth legs. She is still under the spell of being plaything to this totally in love couple. The idea that she might be given pleasure from this had not entered her thinking; she is more than content to enjoy his pleasure and the erotic interaction with his wife on the phone. "He's got my panties off and I'm laying back against the bed with pillows at my back. I'm completely naked and open to him. I shaved earlier in the shower so my legs are completely smooth." "Pubic hair?" "I shaved there, too, because I know guys like it and it makes me feel ultra-sexy. I'm completely bare and he can see anything he wants." Mandy is finding this intimate narration to be embarrassingly erotic. She has never thought to describe her own arousal and it is forcing her to focus on her own sexuality in a way that is disarmingly sensual. "My legs are spread just a little bit so nothing is hidden from him. My left hand just caressed my breast. I couldn't help it; it is just so sexy being here available to him and telling you about it." "Oh, that's good, sweetie. That is so hot." Staring up into Steve's hungry eyes as he devours her charms with his eyes, she continues, "He can have me however you want. I'm completely open and available for his, and your, pleasure, whatever that may be." "I like your smell," Steve remarks. "He says he likes my smell. I used Victoria's Secret Strawberries and Champagne body wash in the shower." "While I'm sure that's nice, he's probably talking about your smell. Are you wet?" Mandy blushes at having to relate the details. "I've been wet since our conversation where you asked me to give him my ass. It only got worse while he charmed me at dinner and when he pushed me to my knees here just a bit ago, I nearly creamed my panties and then again when his cock was exploding on my tongue. Oh, shit, he's sniffing my crotch." During this narration, Steve had climbed onto the bed and positioned himself between the college girl's knees. "He likes your cunt smell. Open your legs wider." Jennifer surprises herself with the vulgarity of her words and yet the raunchy naughtiness of it sparks her arousal even further. She begins caressing her own lips and lifts a finger to smell her own arousal. Mandy has never felt so exposed and vulnerable. Given the position she is already in and the view Steve already has, stretching her legs wider is largely symbolic. It is, however, symbolism that is not lost on any of the three. It is an offering, an invitation to whatever level of intimacy they require of her. Mandy is acutely aware that the few inches wider her knees turn draw her fully engorged pussy lips apart ever so slightly. To complete her vulnerability, she forces herself to describe the scene. "My legs are spread wide now and that has stretched my pussy open just a bit. I can feel it exposing just a touch of pink. I can smell it now, too, how horny I am. A bitch in heat. I can't keep my hand off my nipples. They're hard and pointed and begging to be sucked. They ache they are so hard." "I understand that. I've been tugging on my nips for about five minutes now," Jennifer commiserates. "Is your cunt leaking? Can he see how drenched you are? Ask him." "Ah," Mandy moans, giving in momentarily to the eroticism of the spectacle. "Steve, can you see how wet I am? It feels like I've got a river flowing between my legs." "Your pussy is all shiny and wet and flowing and your bud is starting to bloom." "Oh, Jenn, he can already see my clit starting to come out and he hasn't even touched me yet." "He is marvelous, isn't he?" "AH!" Mandy exclaims as Steve's fingers lightly brush her oh-so-sensitive lips. "Oh, my gosh, Jenn, he is just feather touching my pussy all over and blowing soft little caressing breaths against it. Oh, oh, oh." "Oh, don't I know it," Jennifer breathes into the phone. She listens to Mandy's inarticulate moans for several minutes, so very familiar with exactly what she is feeling, knowing intuitively what Steve is doing to her body that causes her to emit those same cooing sounds. She even recognizes the gasping exclamation when his tongue lightly flicks her straining, turgid clitoris and when the tip tantalizingly softly traces the furrow of her molten slit. "Arrgh," Mandy grinds her teeth in frustration as he lifts his face away from more direct contact when her hips buck forward, trying vainly to press her ravenously empty snatch against anything that will give her substantial contact. From far away from the phone, between Mandy's moans, Jennifer hears Steve's terse command, "Hold still." She is familiar with this game. "Freeze perfectly still," she commands directly into Mandy's ear. "Don't move a single muscle. Concentrate on his fingers, his tongue, his lips. Anywhere he is touching you and your nerve endings are springing to life with electricity. But you are pinned to the bed, glued down and you cannot move at all, not a single muscle can move closer or farther away. You are entirely, completely and totally under his control and your whole skin is alive with sensation." Mandy emits one long, keening whine as she suffers in sweetest bliss under his artful ministrations. Reining in her body's desire to move has focused her attention on her pleasure centers to a razor sharp edge. "Don't your nipples feel like they are going to pop clear off your tits they are straining so hard for release? Doesn't your cunt feel so empty it is a void that threatens to swallow you whole from the inside out?" "Oh my gosh, Jennifer, he just pushed my legs up in the air and rolled my pussy up forward and open; my cunt juice is running out and down my crack like a river." That's a new one to Jennifer; she doesn't remember Steve usually pushing her up like that. "Oh, SHIT, Jennifer," Mandy shrieks out, "he's licking my juice up from my ass!" Jennifer has always steered Steve away from her bottom, it is just too disgusting. "Uhn, uhn. Oh, my gosh, Steve, that feels so good! Oh, man, he is licking my ass. His tongue is actually tickling my butthole!" Mandy seems to be just as stunned by this as Jennifer is but while Jennifer is revolted, Mandy is ecstatic. "Omigosh, omigosh, omigosh!" she chants and then, "AHHH! His tongue is in my ass!" she obviously has a mini-orgasm. For long minutes, Jennifer gets only inarticulate panting from the other end of the phone line until Mandy huskily begs, "Oh, yeah, Steve, lap it, lap up my cunt! Just like that!" Back on familiar territory now, Jennifer knows what is going on. She has panted that same mantra while Steve licks her "stem to stern" with the flat of his tongue. Oh, how that makes her gush! And moments later she hears the guttural "UHN!" that tells her that Steve has planted his nose up against her clit and is stretching his tongue deep into the folds of her pussy. "Ah, ah, ah," Mandy squeaks as he dances along her inner walls. "Arrgh, noooo," the poor girl wails, right on the verge of a cataclysmic orgasm when he abruptly breaks all contact. Jennifer smiles knowingly as the young blonde launches into a tirade, "You fuckin' bastard! Don't you dare fucking stop, you mother fucker! Please, oh, gawd, please, don't fucking stop! Please, please, please." If he has her begging like this already, it is going to be one mother fucker of a climax when it comes. Man, is she in for it! A couple more times, Steve runs her up to the edge only to back away, leaving her howling in frustration and pent-up need. He is playing her like a well-tuned fiddle and she is singing out his whole concerto. Jennifer, three states away in her own bedroom, their bedroom, listens with growing admiration for her husband's love-making skills. So well she knows the sensations her young friend is suffering through, the insanely intense strain, almost painful in its glorious sweetness, her entire body tuned to the single note of sexual tension. "Tell him what you want now," she growls into the phone. "Tell him to finger-fuck you hard while he sucks your clit." "Oh, please, Steve, please please please please. Please stick your fingers in me. I don't care how many! Just do it. Fuck me hard. Fuck fuck fuck fuck. YESSSSSSSSS!" Her sibilant hiss telling Jennifer that he granted her wish. The woman on the phone knowing before the one quivering in a puddle on the bed that she has just started the climb to her ultimate orgasm. She is confident that he will take her all the way now. "How hard do you want it? You have to tell him now exactly, specifically, directly what you need." "Fuck me, Steve, oh fuck me hard. Harder! C'mon, you bastard, do me," the young girl cries out. Jennifer knows this feeling too, knows that he's got fingers up inside her, raking her g-spot with pressure that is causing her to spiral and spiral and that his mouth is probably focused mostly on her clitoris which is burning with almost painful intensity. "Harder! Faster!" she barks into the phone and Mandy in her delirium echoes the order mindlessly to her lover. Steve complies, his fingers nearly flying in and out of the slick wetness of her over-heated cunt. Sensing her moment is almost upon her, he clamps his lips hard down around her clit, sucking it hard into his mouth only to flick it mercilessly with this tongue. Simultaneously, the thumb of his left hand which has been wetly circling the drenched rosebud of her anus, coated in hot cunt juice violates the forbidden opening in a well-lubricated surge. Two fingers of his right hand are curled up hard against her g-spot on the inside of her pelvis, thrusting in and out almost violently. And all hell breaks loose. "AHHHHHHH!" Mandy screams in full-throated wonder as she thrashes about, her legs kicking furiously in the air, bucking her spasming cunt hard against Steve's nose and teeth, grinding any part of her that can get contact with any part of him in orgasmic bliss. Suddenly, Steve's face is hit with a splash of warm liquid; it fills his mouth and nose and blinds him in watery confusion. He bolts upright trying to understand what has happened. "Oh, shit! No! Shit! Shit! Shit! Omigosh, I am so sorry, Steve! Oh, shit!" Mandy dissolves into sobbing. "Mandy, Mandy, it's okay. Calm down. It's alright. No problem. Come here." Steve folds her into his arms and presses her head to his shoulder. "Shh, baby, it's okay." Emotionally overwrought, Mandy sobs uncontrollably against Steve's chest, her quivering body struggling to contain the storm of sensations. She is trying to deal with the firestorm of absolute bliss raging through her nerves and the humiliation of apparently losing control of her bodily functions. At the very height of her orgasm, something broke -- a restraint, an inhibition, an element of control --snapped by a massive wave of sensation and Mandy felt her body gushing outward. It was a sensation very similar to peeing but much more intense and uncontrollable -- a surging, rushing, torrent of fluid emotion. It was a glorious, soaring, frightening, mortifying moment like none other she had experienced in her short life.