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Gillian Joins the Club Ch. 01

By: BeccaBonnor



Joe and Gillian Have a Problem

Joe understood the shock in Gillian's voice as it echoed against the kitchen tile. "What do you mean we owe twelve thousand dollars? How could we owe so much? We didn't even have a good year!"

Gillian was not just his wife, she was his business partner in their real estate firm and Joe had bungled one of his responsibilities. "Honey, it was two years ago. I made a mistake with a deduction," he tried to sound contrite, appealing to her sympathy. "I fucked up." Had he ever. Their business and personal income taxes had been audited, and the IRS—not to mention the state, city, and school district—had them by the short hairs. "It's the IRS. We've got to find the money to pay it," he told her, trying to keep his voice steady.

"But we spent it on this house," Gillian said, panic creeping into her voice. "We have nothing in the bank. We used all of our savings and we only put five percent down, so there's no equity. We basically have no assets." The tears, Joe knew, would be here soon. Her blue eyes were welling as she looked at him. "Can't we fight it? Get an extension?"

"I've tried. I even talked to Dave for advice." But Joe's best friend, a corporate attorney with a solid knowledge of tax law, took one look at the couple's accounts and just rolled his eyes. "He wasn't very encouraging. In fact he said it would be a waste of time and the penalties and interest would just get bigger." 

Gillian raised her hands as if hoping an answer would fall into them, a gesture that raised her ample breasts, braless beneath her thin v-neck T-shirt, which Joe tried, and failed, to ignore. Then she let her arms drop to her sides. "That's it then, we're screwed." 

It was time for Joe to play his last card—his only card. This wasn't the way he planned to bring up the subject, but he doubted if there was any perfect time. "We do have one asset." He looked his wife straight in the eye. "You."

She stared at him quizzically for several seconds, then Joe could see it sinking in. Her eyes widened. Then narrowed. "Are you saying you want me to fuck the IRS to pay our tax bill?"

Joe didn't want to laugh, but he did. "No, no. I mean, not exactly. Not the IRS. But there is a way to raise money. A lot of money. Fast." He quickly continued before she could protest. "Just listen. I'm not talking about putting you out on a street corner. There's this club that Dave told me about. He says it's really, really classy and discreet and expensive. He thinks we—I mean, you—could do really well there. It would only take maybe three times. Four tops." He rushed ahead. "And I'd be there. Watching. Dave says they might even let me, you know, participate since I'm your husband. We could make it part of the arrangement."

Gillian crossed her arms, a defensive, angry gesture, which had the effect of lifting and squeezing her breasts together and enhancing her cleavage, just visible between the curtains of her long, dark hair. Joe felt the familiar—if poorly timed—tingle in his groin and tried to focus on persuading Gillian, rather than pulling off her T-shirt and shorts. 

He had put them in a terrible financial situation, but he believed his unorthodox plan could get them through it. And dammit, he couldn't deny it. He was turned on, more than a little, by the thought of watching his beautiful wife being used sexually by other men—maybe other women, too—while he watched. 

It wasn't that she was a slut, far from it. He was sure she had never cheated on him, nor had he cheated on her. That was part of the attraction: the departure from the normal, the chance to see her put on display and to free her sexual appetite and carnal intensity, which he alone enjoyed behind their bedroom door. It was like his friend Dave had told him: "It's a criminal waste for her to only be available to you. She's so fucking gorgeous and sexy." Joe knew it. He knew how lucky he was to be with a woman like Gillian. And his calculated gamble now was riding on whether he had correctly judged her level of sexual curiosity. 

At the moment, however, he wasn't sure where this was going. There was a deep red flush spreading up from that cleavage to her long, white, perfect neck as she glared at him. She was pissed. Or was she? With a groan of exasperation she dropped into a chair at the kitchen table, but not before Joe saw that her nipples had stiffened into rock-hard buds. She could never hide her arousal; her tits gave her away every time. So was she really angry, or really horny? Or both?

"Classy?" she said skeptically. "I don't think the words classy and sex club go together."

Joe sensed an opening and leaped into it. "You'd be surprised," he answered, settling into a chair across from her. Then he added quickly: "According to Dave."

"How does Dave know about this club?" she asked. Joe noted that rather than rejecting the idea out of hand, she had adopted her real estate agent's persona, crossing one long leg over the other and delving into the details. She could have been asking whether a prospective house had a finished basement. 

"He's visited," Joe said, matter of fact. "A few times."

That shocked her. She leaned forward and asked in a low, threatening voice. "Have you visited?"

"Absolutely not," Joe said with complete honesty. And the smile that followed was honest too. "But I'd sure as hell like to, with you."

She settled back again and eyed him. "So Dave has visited 'a few times.' I don't suppose Carla knows about that."

Joe considered how to answer this. The truth would reveal a secret about Dave's wife, one of Gillian's closer friends, and would alter their friendship forever. But not necessarily in a bad way. He took the chance.

"Carla knows."

"Really," she said skeptically, making it sound like a statement not a question. "Carla lets him go to this club and have sex with other women."

Joe swallowed. This was it. "Yes she does. Because she goes there too." He let that sink in. Gillian stared at him, and he noticed that her breathing was getting a little uneven. Joe plowed ahead. "It was Carla's idea. In fact she found the club. Carla goes with him—and even without him. She's done what we're talking about."

"What?!" Gillian cried. "Carla the kindergarten teacher, goes to this club and gets fucked by other men for money?" 

Joe answered, "Well, they started as customers. Carla has some interesting tastes. Dave says she's very careful about letting anyone else know. She likes women as well as men, and sometimes, well, multiple partners. The club gives her a chance to be herself. You know, branch out."

Gillian swallowed and said, weakly, "Holy shit." Then said quietly, almost to herself, "She never told me she likes women too." The nipples, Joe saw, looked like they might tear holes in the T-shirt.

Joe continued, "After a few visits, the president of the club—this fabulous redhead, late 20s like us, according to Dave—invited her to be one of the ladies and insisted on paying her. But Dave says that's not why she does it. She likes it. And she's very popular."

Joe could see that Gillian was mulling that over. "So you'd be watching and maybe participating? I suppose you'd like that?"

Joe wasn't sure that this was the time to admit it. He took a deep breath. "Look, it's not like we never talked about such a thing."

"What do you mean?" she said with a laugh. "We never talked about it. It's a fantasy you described while you were fucking me!"

"And you told me to keep talking while you came—like three times. And you've asked me to describe it again quite a few times."

Gillian drummed her fingernails on the table. "So. Women. Multiple partners. Is this some kind of orgy?"

"More like a gang—I mean, like a group. Group sex. A small group." He swallowed. "Maybe three at once. No more." 

She stared at him, a little smile at the corner of her mouth. "I know what you were about to say. A gang bang. You want to watch me do that. Two or three other men having their way with me."

He took a long, slow breath. "Yes."

She nodded slowly, the way she did when she walked through a house she thought she could sell for a nice price. Finally she said, "So how exactly would we go about this?"

For the rest of the evening, Gillian was quiet and preoccupied, resisting his attempts at small talk with one-word answers that really said back off, I'm still thinking about it. Joe gave up and let her brood.

An hour later, as he sat on the couch thumbing through a sports magazine, Gillian came in from the kitchen and knelt between his legs. She reached for the waistband of his sweatpants and pulled the front of them down, exposing his soft cock. She stroked it slowly, up and down, then leaned forward and began to bring it to life with gentle licks and sucks. 

"Hey, what's this?" Joe asked. Gillian reached up with her free hand and put her fingers over his mouth to hush him. In less than a minute he was hard and she was studiously licking the top three inches. A minute later, Gillian was easing him over her tongue and into the back of her mouth and then, into her throat. She came back up, his cock drenched in her saliva and a trail clinging from the thick head to her spit-covered chin. She used the lubrication to pump him several times, fast and hard. Then she was on him again, all the way down, her bottom lip caressing his balls, and up, and down. Over and over. Joe was paralyzed, as he so often was, by his wife's extraordinary cocksucking technique. 

Joe reached his limit. "God, Gillian, I'm gonna come." 

She positioned her lips around his head and began rhythmically stroking him until he erupted. Her watering eyes widened as the jizz filled her mouth, but she kept it up, sucking and swallowing until she knew he was spent. She released him and gasped for air for several seconds before holding his softening cock and working it with her lips and tongue, bathing, milking, swallowing. She reached for Joe's beer and took a long swallow, washing the come that coated the inside of her mouth down her throat.

Joe leaned back with a satisfied groan. "What was that all about?" he asked.

Gillian cuddled next to him on the couch. "I wanted you to know that I'm not unhappy with you. And yes, I think it might work. And no matter what, I'm going to keep loving you, and fucking you, and growing old with you." She looked him in the eyes. "Because we're a couple. We're a team." She took a deep breath then, and looked away. "I'm just a little worried about something."

Joe stroked her hair and and she turned her face back to his. "What's that baby?"

"I'm worried about how much I might like it."

End of Chapter One

Gillian Joins the Club Ch. 02



A House in the Country

Joe sent the email that night and had a call the next morning on his cellphone from a cheerful young female voice at the "club," which had no apparent name. The appointment was made for that same evening.

Joe and Gillian arrived around eight o'clock at a beautifully renovated farmhouse some 20 miles away, and a few miles beyond city limits. Joe had told Gillian that, based on Dave's description, it was more like a small resort in the country, not a chic urban sex club. The only identification was a gold medallion with a cursive "A" on the front door. Joe turned the knob and opened the door for Gillian. 

They were greeted by a perky young blonde woman. She looked about 19 and was built like a college cheerleader. Maybe she was, Joe thought. He recognized her voice from his earlier phone conversation. The girl—Joe had trouble thinking of her as a woman—introduced herself as Peggy and ushered them in to the club director's office just off the front porch. 

"Angela, this is Joe and Gillian Franklin," Peggy said. Gillian's breath caught when the woman Peggy had spoken to rose from behind a large oak desk and walked toward them eagerly and confidently, her heels echoing on the gleaming, hardwood floor until she reached the thick wool rug where the Franklins stood. She extended a white, perfectly manicured hand, adorned with red-painted nails, and beamed a glossy, matching red smile. A luxuriant pile of hair framed her face and hung in waves to her breasts. Like Gillian's, Joe thought, only red.

"Hello Franklins!" she cried energetically. I'm Angela Jefferson." She took each hand in turn. "I am so very pleased to meet you Joe and Gillian. I love that name, 'Gillian.' Sexy. Please make yourselves comfortable." She gestured to two leather-upholstered armchairs. 

Joe and Gillian looked at each other. Gillian's expression seemed to say, "OK, here we go," as she and Joe sank into the chairs. The cushion was so soft and deep that Gillian's short black skirt rode up, fully revealing the tops of her stockings. She reflexively tried to tug at the hem to pull the skirt down, then gave it up and crossed one leg over the other, letting a smooth strip of white skin show between her skirt and her thigh-highs. 

Angela beamed at Gillian, and then Joe. "I have to say, you are a beautiful couple. I'm so glad you've come to us. We adore Dave and Carla. Would you like a drink? I'm having one."

She crossed to a small bar beneath the large window, which looked out on the countryside, bathed in the early summer twilight. 

"Thank you, Ms. Jefferson," said Joe, eyeing the bottle of Macallan. "I'd love a glass of that scotch."

Gillian cleared her throat, but when she spoke it still came out a bit hoarse. "Me too."

"Ahh, good taste. We'll make it three," Angela said, and poured three tumblers half full. Joe figured it would cost at least $20 apiece in most bars.

He caught Gillian's eye and mouthed, "Classy." But Gillian looked scared.

"And please call me Angela," the redhead purred.

Angela eased herself back against the edge of her desk and took a long pull on her scotch. The couple stared at the sweep of her firm, luxuriant body, nearly bursting from her sleeveless, cream-colored dress, which ended just below mid-thigh. She wore no hose or stockings and her perfect legs and fit disappeared into exquisite four-inch heels that exposed her perfect, painted toenails. 

Angela took her time with her drink, gazing out the window, seemingly giving them time to drink in the sight of her.

Finally she turned her gray-green eyes on them and said, "My secretary filled me in on why you've come to our club tonight. I'm sorry for your trouble, but your misfortune may turn out to be very good for all of us. A win-win, as they say." She laughed—a, mirthful, gentle sound.

She looked at Gillian.

"I'll get right to it. Mrs. Franklin—may I call you Gillian?—I can see immediately that Dave was right. You are certainly what we would categorize as a Triple-A attraction, our highest and most expensive category." She swirled the scotch in her glass as she eyed Gillian. "About 28 is my guess, a perfect age. You have beautiful dark hair but your skin is fair. That's a bit unusual, and anything unusual is to be treasured. Your figure is excellent. You obviously take good care of yourself and work out regularly. Your breasts are above average in shape and size, but not too big. You might be surprised to know that most men don't actually prefer extremely large breasts, but all men like big red nipples. Judging from your skin tone, I'm guessing that I at least have the color right."

Joe marveled at her assessment, which was right on, and found himself mentally measuring Angela's breasts against Gillian's. A little smaller, but not much. He imagined they were as perfect as the woman's legs.

Angela continued her verbal inventory of his wife, who was fidgeting in her chair. Joe saw that she had already drained most of her scotch and must be feeling the effects. "Your legs are long and shapely and I saw when you came in that your bottom is firm but not hard. Men love some cushion back there." She winked at Gillian. "Women too."

Gillian giggled nervously.

Angela went on, "Your face is a joy to look at even when you're nervous and blushing. The blush makes a delightful deep pink color that rises from beneath your blouse, up your neck. It's quite lovely and endearing." Angela took another long drink. "I find that I am quite smitten with you. You are an extremely beautiful woman."

"Thank you," Gillian said, almost a whisper. Then followed quickly, "So are you. I mean, beyond beautiful."

Angela beamed her glossy smile. "Yes I know!" She giggled, and her eyes seemed to laugh too. Joe was sure he had never heard anything as sexy as this woman's laugh. "It's my business to be beautiful and to find other woman who are equally so. And you've simply fallen into my lap!" 

Then she added, more seriously, "But there's more to it as you might imagine." She put down her drink, crossed the room to Gillian and, to the couple's astonishment, leaned over and put her face close to Gillian's. She put her manicured index finger beneath Gillian's chin and gently tilted up her head. Joe could see that Gillian was breathing hard, her breasts rising and falling as the redhead leaned in even closer.

Angela said softly, "To succeed in this business and make money, a lot of money, quickly, you must not only be willing to do many things. You must, in fact, enjoy doing them." She was so close that the two women's lips were almost touching. Angela whispered, "Intensely." Gillian released a little whimper.

Then Angela stood and reached out her hand. Her manner was again all business. "Stand up, Gillian. I want to take a proper look at you."

Gillian took the hand and stood, unsteady on her heels. Angela said, "I'm going to undress you. I hope that won't make you too nervous, but I can undress as well if that would make you more comfortable."

Gillian swallowed hard. "Yes, please. I—I would like that."

Angela's smile was wide and gorgeous. "Very good." She turned around. "Could you unzip me please?"

Her hands quivering, Gillian eased the zipper down the redhead's back to the crease between her firm cheeks. Joe could see the crease perfectly as it was now clear that Angela wore nothing beneath the dress. Her back still to the couple, she lifted the dress from her shoulders, and let it drop in a silky puddle around her stiletto heels. She took a step backward, now naked but for the heels, and bent over, taking a long time to pick up the dress, while Joe admired her now naked bottom, the dark line separating the two round globes and just a glimpse of her sex underneath. Angela carried the dress to a closet behind her desk and hung it up. Inside the closet Joe could see a collection of dresses, suits, and silk and satin lingerie.

Angela turned and faced the couple. Gillian and Joe stared at her as she walked toward them. Like many redheads she had alabaster skin that almost shimmered. Her full, high breasts were adorned with deep red nipples. A small tuft of red hair crowned her otherwise shaved mound, leaving her coral pink lips on full display. It was, Joe thought, as if she'd stepped from an illustration for "the perfect woman."

"Now your turn," she said as she reached for the buttons on Gillian's blouse and undid each of them carefully. She opened the blouse and gazed at her heaving pink bra. Angela laid the blouse neatly on her desk, leaving the bra in place. Then she pulled Gillian close and reached behind her, sliding down the zipper of her tight skirt and working it free of her hips until it slid down Gillian's legs to her feet. In addition to the bra, thigh-highs, and black pumps Gillian wore a matching pink thong. And now, nothing else.

"What a delightful ensemble," Angela remarked. "You have good taste. The pink is a perfect color for your dark hair and fair skin."

She moved in and pressed her naked breasts against Gillian's reaching around to unfasten the bra. She pulled it down Gillian's arms and tossed it on the desk. "Mmm, I was right. Big, fat, red nipples. Luscious." She leaned over and said, "I wonder if they get even harder." Gillian gasped as Angela pressed her red lips around her right nipple and sucked, then backed off and flicked it with her tongue before sucking it in again. She leaned back a bit and the tit released from her lips with a "pop." 

Gillian whimpered, "Oh god."

Angela moved to the other breast, plumping it with her hand, and repeating her sucking and licking technique. Gillian's chest heaved as Angela sucked, vacuuming Gillian's tit into her mouth, up and away from her chest, then releasing it, and watching it wobble to rest, the engorged nipple looking painfully swollen and erect. Angela stood back and admired her breasts and nipples, now stiff, red and sensitive. "Lovely," she said.

Then Angela knelt and ran her hands up and down Gillian's hips, finally slipping her fingers into the waistband on either side of the woman's thong panties. The waistband came over Gillian's round bottom and hips, but the strip of fabric wedged against her pussy and between her cheeks clung momentarily. Angela let it hang there as she looked up into Gillian's wide eyes and smiled. Then she gave the panties another tug and let the tiny piece of fabric drop to the floor. She gazed at the site before her, murmuring, seemingly to herself, "Shaved bare. Oh it looks so good on you." Then she leaned forward and pressed her red mouth against Gillian's slit. 

Gillian groaned as the redhead's long, pointed tongue split her cunt lips apart. Angela grabbed each ass check and pressed the captive woman against her face. Gillian responded by tilting her pelvis up and rubbing herself against Angela's mouth. Angela slurped at her, moaning. She pulled back for air, gasping. "God, you're swimming in juice and you taste... so... good." Angela turned Gillian around and pushed her toward the desk, crawling toward her like a cat after its prey. 

Joe's cock had been growing painfully hard in his pants. He unzipped and freed it, and began stroking as he watched the scene unfold.

Gillian's ass reached the edge of the desk and Angela pushed her up onto it, then put her hand on Gillian's chest and pushed her back until Gillian was reclined on her elbows. Angela lifted her legs and opened them wide as she positioned Gillian's heels at the edge of the desk. Then she was on her, opening Gillian's wet slit with the fingers of both hands and attacking her splayed pussy with her tongue.

"Juicy, juicy, juicy girl," she said between licks and sucks. "I could eat you for hours." Gillian grabbed the back of Angela's head and pumped her pussy against the redhead's face. She squirmed as the orgasm took her, moaning, "Ooooooh!"

Angela backed off to watch Gillian's spasms, her tight stomach muscles quivering. Joe knew those were the big ones. Angela leaned back in, flattening her tongue against Gillian's slit. Gillian tried to pull away, whimpering, "I—I need a break. I can't take it," but her heels slid uselessly on the slick, hard surface of the desk as Angela held her tight. 

"You can," Angela said emphatically. She raised her hand and brought it down hard, squarely on Gillian's swollen pussy lips.

Gillian shrieked and lurched backward, slamming her legs together and curling into a ball on the desk. 

Angela laughed as she grabbed the squirming woman's knees and wrenched her open again. Angela looked over at Joe, "Come here and hold her legs apart," she commanded. Joe moved in behind Angela and took Gillian's legs, his hands just above the ankle straps of her heels. He held them wide as Angela gave Gillian several more quick slaps on her bright red cunt, making wet, rich, fleshy sounds. 

Gillian yelped and twisted as she tried to escape the blows. She looked pleadingly into Joe's eyes, but her husband was now complicit in this exquisite torture, and his eyes were intense and hungry. Joe held on tight, moving closer and pressing his hips against Angela's smooth butt cheeks. His iron cock slid between her legs, bumping against her outer lips. Angela wiggled her butt, causing the head of Joe's cock to enter her drenched canal. She pushed back, consuming him.

"Your husband's cock just went into my pussy, Gillian," Angela said. "He's fucking me now. He's fucking me while he holds you open for me. His nice hard cock is deep in my pussy." It was true. Joe couldn't control himself as he began to move his hips, pressing in and pulling out of the gorgeous redhead.

Angela pushed her middle finger into Gillian's pussy, which was so naturally lubed it gave no resistance. Then she added her index finger, then her ring finger. Gillian groaned and grabbed at her own tits, twisting and pulling her stiff nipples. Angela pumped her hand, hard and fast, filling the room with sloppy pussy sounds. Every few pumps she would pause, fingers jammed into Gillian's hole, and rub her thumb back and forth across her clit. Gillian was no longer trying to get away. Now she was pushing herself against Angela's pistoning fingers, supporting herself on her elbows as she lifted her ass off the desk. When she did, Joe could see a wet smear a foot wide on the polished wood.

Angela looked deep into Gillian's eyes and the brunette stared back, her own eyes wide and a little frightened. "You see," Angela said. "I told you. You can take it. You can take more. Now what are you going to do? What are you going to do all over my fingers?"

Gillian whimpered, "I'm going to come so fucking hard!"

"And then what are you going to do to me?" Angela asked, fingers continuing their assault.

Gillian groaned. As she shook with another orgasm she squealed between gasps, "Gonna eat your beautiful, red-haired pussy!"

Angela leaned her head back and laughed. She rose, releasing Joe's throbbing dick, and pushing him aside. She pulled Gillian up from the desk, then climbed on, taking her place, her soft white ass in the puddle of Gillian's secretions. Like Gillian, she put her heels on the edge of the desk and opened her thighs, her glistening flower-petal cunt lips beckoning to the other woman. 

Gillian pushed out her tongue, eager to taste the wet flesh. She moaned into Angela as she covered her completely with her mouth. "That's it, darling," Angela cooed as Gillian began to lap at her. "Lick it nice and sweet, just like that." She inhaled sharply as Gillian found her hard bud. "Ooh. That's good. You're a natural. I knew you would be." In a few short minutes, Angela was bucking herself against Gillian and groaning, deep and guttural. "Oh yes. Don't stop. Just keep licking me." Gillian did, her tongue plowing deep into Angela's core.

When Angela's second orgasm subsided, she nudged Gillian back. "Take off your husband's pants and put his cock back in me." Gillian did as instructed, fumbling Joe's belt apart and yanking down his pants and boxers. She pulled him toward Angela by his outstretched shaft, then got behind him and pushed him toward Angela's spread legs.

"Go ahead baby," Gillian murmured in Joe's ear. "I want to watch you." In fact, she did more than watch. As Joe sank into Angela, Gillian reached under and cupped his balls, gently squeezing and massaging them. When he pulled back, she caressed his length until he plunged back in. She knelt and stared, captivated by the sight of her husband's thick member thrusting in and out of another woman's cunt. At one point she grabbed his cock and put it in her mouth, licking the juices and swirling the head. Then she redirected it back into Angela.

Angela put her hand between her legs and rubbed at her stiff clitoris. Gillian took the hint. She pushed Angela's hand aside and replaced it with her mouth, her tongue mauling the hard, sensitive bud until Angela arched backwards and groaned, "Ahhh, fuck that's good. Yessss. YESSS!" 

Joe figured he was about ten seconds away, which Angela seemed to know instinctively. She nudged Gillian aside, who moved reluctantly, as if she couldn't bear to pull her tongue away. Angela then placed a foot on Joe's stomach, her heel pressing against his abdomen, and pushed him out of the way. 

She leapt off the desk and pulled Gillian close, driving her tongue deep into Gillian's mouth. Gillian folded herself against the redhead, reaching around and kneading the cheeks of her white ass. After a few minutes of deep, wet French kissing, Angela pulled back and gave her a wicked grin, spun her around and pushed her shoulders down toward the desk. With a cry, Gillian caught herself on the edge and hung on. Angela dropped to her knees behind Gillian, put her hands on Gillian's inner thighs and forced the brunette's legs apart. The spread position and the high heels pushed Gillian's ass up as she held on to the edge of the desk. Joe could see wet smears down each of her legs, halfway to her knees. 

With her thumbs, Angela opened the brunette's cheeks to reveal her puckered hole. Gillian gasped, "Oh, oh, now what?" Angela glanced back and smiled at Joe for one heart-stopping moment, and plunged her tongue into the little opening, wriggling it like a relentless pink worm until she had about two inches embedded in Gillian's hole. Gillian squealed. "Ahhhh, fuck! Joe! Joey! Oh god, she's got her tongue in my ass! Oohh, nooo!" Gillian's legs quivered while the redhead held on and worked her tongue in and out.

Then Angela reached a hand toward Joe. "Bring me that cock," she demanded. Joe rushed to the side of the two naked women and held out his cock, still slick from Angela's juices and the head dripping with pre-come from his near-orgasm. Angela took it in her fist, then plunged her mouth over it. "Ahhh!" Joe cried. With Gillian still bent over the desk, Angela pressed her long, manicured middle finger into Gillian's back hole, then massaged it obscenely in and out as Gillian cooed and gasped. Angela took Joe deep into the back of her mouth, into her throat, as Joe pressed forward to give the woman every centimeter. 

Joe felt the come boiling in his balls and Angela pulled off, gasping and leaving a thick trail of saliva dripping from Joe's cock. "Fuck her. Fuck her ass now." Angela moved aside and Joe positioned himself behind his exposed, vulnerable wife. Angela crawled under Gillian.

"Tell him what you want, Gillian," Angela commanded. Gillian mumbled something, seemingly unable to form words as Joe ran his wet prick head around her puckered asshole. He had butt-fucked his wife before, but not often, and her hole always looked so tiny and tight. He wondered how it would ever get in. Angela repeated, "Tell him, Gillian!"

"I want you in my ass!" Gillian cried. "I want you to shove your fucking cock into my asshole!"

Angela laughed. "Verrrry good," she purred. 




Gillian Joins the Club Ch. 02



Joe spread Gillian's cheeks apart with his hands and began working his dick against the opening. He pushed part of the head in and Gillian cried out. "Oh it's big!" 

Angela positioned herself beneath Gillian's swaying breasts. "Get ready to push, Joe," she said. "You'll know when." She put her lips around the hard nipple of Gillian's wobbling right tit and sucked, then released it but held the sensitive tip of the nipple tight between her teeth. Gillian squealed. With her attention now focused on her tormented tit, she relaxed her back door and Joe lunged forward. The head was in, and then with another shove, his entire cock disappeared into his wife's tight channel.

Gillian groaned, then let loose a long unintelligible stream of moans and random words. "Fuck. Oh my asshole. Big soo big. Yes god gonna come. Ohhhh!" Angela repeated her assault on Gillian's other tit, and plunged her middle and ring fingers into Gillian's gaping vagina, wriggling them in and out and around as if searching for something deep in that wet velvety box. "Whoa-oh-oh-OH!" Gillian screamed as her cunt erupted with fluid, splashing Angela's tits and stomach.

Joe heard Angela gasp from beneath as he pounded his now limp wife, "Oh fuck you're a squirter too!" Angela worked another finger into Gillian's pussy, in an out, clawing at her g-spot. "Fuck her, Joe. Fuck her. Harder. Harder! This is what other men are going to do to your pretty little wife." 

Gillian, reinvigorated from the hammering in her ass and the finger-fucking from the redhead, groaned and came again, with another little geyser. This time Angela had her face under the helpless brunette and caught some of the flow in her mouth, while the rest splashed her cheeks. Drenched, Angela crawled out from under Gillian and up onto the desk in front of her again. Spreading her long, beautiful legs and guiding the woman's face between them, she said huskily, "Lick my pussy again, Gillian. I need your tongue in me." Gillian, seemingly half-conscious, lapped and sucked, grunting as Joe hammered into her. He held her up by her hips, or she would have collapsed in a heap.

Over the sound of Gillian's hungry slurps, Angela coaxed her, "Men will want to take you, Gillian. Every part of you. What will you give to them?"

Gillian pulled off the wet pussy, "My ass," then she licked, "my cunt," she slurped, "my mouth my tits. Oh my fucking god yes." And she plunged her face back between Angela's splayed thighs and sucked at the woman's engorged clit.

Angela came with a low moan, grinding against Gillian's tongue while she held the back of her head. When she could speak again she gasped, "Gillian when Joe is ready I want you to turn around and take him in your mouth. I want you to take it all in your mouth."

"Oh god I'm ready," Joe shouted. He pulled his pulsing dick out of his wife's gaping ass hole, struggling to keep from shooting his come on her back before she could turn around. As she moved into position and Angela supported her from behind, Joe pushed into Gillian's beautiful red mouth. When he was half inside he let go, and his come burst from the tip. 

Gillian gurgled as the hot fluid filled her throat. Joe didn't know how but she kept it all in, working her tongue and cheeks, sucking him, drawing him out from deep in his aching balls. It went on and on, spasm after spasm until he was drained. Gillian's cheeks bulged. She sucked and sucked until Angela helped her up and pulled her close, planting a deep kiss on the woman's lips. Her tongue snaked and swirled into Gillian's mouth, forcing her to share the thick salty juice. For a long time she kissed Gillian, probing her.

Then Angela looked into Gillian's eyes and said, "Did you like it?" Gillian nodded. "Did you like eating my pussy?" Gillian nodded again, eagerly. "Now imagine other men and women, maybe two or three at a time, taking their pleasure from you. Could you handle it?"

The answer was almost a sob, "Oh yes, yes yes."

Angela smiled, and then laughed. "I know you can my darling. I just wanted to hear you say it. And now," she paused, "would you eat me one more time? I feel another orgasm is close." 

In answer Gillian nudged Angela back up onto the desk. The redhead let her long, white legs splay open, revealing her rich pink cunt, every bit as juicy as Gillian's. The brunette dove in furiously. As he watched his lovely wife, Joe's cock stiffened again. Angela reached for it, but she was too far to the middle of the desk and could only use her hand. Gillian saw her predicament and pulled back, a smile on her wet face. 

With Joe's help, they slid Angela's naked body closer to the edge, where she could comfortably turn her head and Joe could feed his pulsing dick, fresh from his wife's asshole, into her warm, wet mouth. Joe looked at the woman as he slid his cock in and out. What had been an immaculately painted mouth was now a red smear of lipstick and Gillian's cunt juice. Her perfect hair was a wild mess. Joe liked it even better this way. She cooed and sighed around his cock as Gillian worked on her pussy, splitting her lips with her tongue, sucking and lapping at her stiff clit, and finally finger-fucking her to a shuddering orgasm. As she convulsed on the desktop, Joe released his second load into her throat, and congratulated himself for feeding both of the exquisite women in one night.

From there it was paperwork and scheduling. Peggy came in, looking a bit dissheveled, and Joe wondered if she had been at work with another client. He was pretty sure at least two more buttons were undone on her blouse.

"Mr. Barnes stopped by, Angela. I told him you were busy but I invited him to watch the monitor while I took care of him," Peggy said.

"That was very sweet of you, Peggy," Angela said. "Did Mr. Barnes take care of you, too?"

"Well, he was pretty wrapped up in watching the monitor while I was, you know. While I had my mouth on him. I was hoping that maybe later you could..." she trailed off.

Angela smiled at her. "Of course I will, sweetheart."

"Monitor?" Gillian asked.

"Oh, I almost forgot," Peggy handed Gillian a DVD case embossed with the gold A they had seen on the front door. "A memento of your first visit."

Gillian just blinked, and accepted the case. As the couple reached the door, Gillian turned to Angela. "There's just one more thing," she said. "Isn't this kind of illegal? I mean, it's sort of like, well, prostitution."

Angela laughed. "It's exactly like prostitution. And it's entirely illegal." Gillian and Joe just looked at her. Angela explained, "We are outside the city limits, and are therefore the province of the sheriff's department. Sheriff Thornboro is a dear personal friend. A very dear friend. And his deputies, male and female, are welcome guests at our club. We believe we are doing a valuable public service by helping relieve some of their stress—and they do, without a doubt, have high-stress occupations." She beamed her smile at them. "It's a wonderful arrangement. We help them and they make sure that nothing untoward happens at the club. But you should have no misconceptions. It is against the law—however antiquated the law may be."

The drive home was quiet, and Joe recognized that Gillian was preoccupied, like she had been the night he told her about the club. Finally, after they had left the dark country road and were heading back to the lights of the city, Gillian spoke. 

"Joe," she said softly.

"Yes baby."

"I learned something about myself tonight."

Joe looked over at his wife, anxious. Had she reconsidered? Was this all more than she could accept?

"What's that?"

"I learned that I really, really like having my vagina slapped."

Joe stared at her, and she gave him a wide smile. He burst into laughter, and so did she.

End of Chapter Two



Gillian Joins the Club Ch. 03



Professor Gillian Passes the Test

The days crept by until finally it was Saturday night and Joe and Gillian were back at the farmhouse. Angela outlined the evening's proceedings as she and Peggy walked the couple down a hall that led to the large wing built on to the back of the farmhouse. For the first time, Joe and Gillian encountered other people at the house—three women in their late 30s, impeccably dressed in body-hugging silk dresses and five-inch heels. They strode down the hall with the same confidence and swagger as Angela, who said to them as they passed, "Ladies, have fun with the Taylors and the Gundersons." 

One of the women, a blonde with long, straight hair down her back, laughed and said over her shoulder, "And with each other!" 

They all giggled, including Angela.

She had already explained that Gillian would be entertaining three men, and that a man named Davis—the owner of a highly successful startup that had recently gone public for hundreds of millions of dollars—was a club member. The other two were his guests. 

"I'm so glad that you wanted to jump in head first," Angela had said. "Some women need to be brought along slowly, and some never reach this point. But not you. I can tell. You're like me. You burn to know your limits, and to push beyond them."

Now as they walked to Gillian's appointment, Angela addressed Joe. "You'll be in the viewing room this evening while your wife performs," she explained. "Peggy, will you escort Joe?"

Peggy beamed at Joe. "It will be my pleasure."

"Peggy can stay with you while you watch, if you'd like her to," Angela said.

Joe stammered, "Um, I don't know." He looked at Peggy, whose short dress clung to her tight body. Then he glanced at Gillian, who patted his arm.

"It's OK baby. She's cute. Have fun." 

Joe kissed her cheek. "You too—but not too much fun. Don't go falling for one of these guys."

Angela laughed. "She won't, I guarantee it. But I think she'll enjoy herself more than she can imagine. And I think you will too."

Joe followed Peggy to a small room with two armchairs, a bar with several bottles of top shelf liquor, and a double bed. The arm chairs faced one wall, into which was set a wide window that looked into a room next door. It appeared to be some sort of classroom. Several student desks—three of them occupied by men in their 30s—were arranged in a semicircle facing a larger desk and chair in front, apparently for the teacher. On the wall behind the desk was a closed door. 

Peggy gestured to Joe to sit in one of the chairs and she took the chair next to him. She crossed her bare leg toward him, dangling her backless heel from her toes, and put a hand on his thigh. She smiled. "This is going to be so much fun!" she said with a giggle.

Joe glanced at the men in the room, but they made no indication that they had heard Peggy. She laughed again. "They can't hear us or see us. It's one-way. To them it looks like a whiteboard in the classroom. She pointed to the speakers mounted in the corner of their little bedroom. But we can hear them perfectly."

In the hallway on the other side of that closed door, Angela gave Gillian a final pep talk as she stroked her long fingers through Gillian's dark hair.

"You look exquisite," Angela breathed. "I'd eat you right here in the hallway if I could."

"Oh God," Gillian whispered. She wondered if Angela was trying to put her sexual energy into overdrive. If so, it was working. She was having trouble taking a deep breath, and she knew her face was flushed.

Angela said, "The most important thing is to have fun. The more fun you have, the more relaxed you will be. Don't think of it as a performance, just let it happen. That makes it even more exciting for our clients, and you will enjoy it more as well. I have been with all of these men. They are good people and are here to have a marvelous experience. You my darling are going to give it to them." She flashed her radiant smile, and nudged Gillian toward the door.

"Stay in character as long as you can at first, but at some point early on you can just forget about it. I think you'll know when. From there it's all just good sex."

She gently squeezed Gillian's bottom. "Now go make me proud."

Gillian entered the classroom, pulling the door closed behind her, and the three men stood up. Gillian took stock. A handsome, white executive type with sandy hair, probably Davis. A tall black man, equally handsome and more athletically built. And a shorter man, perhaps not as fit or attractive as the other two, but with a pleasant, eager face. A regular guy, Gillian thought, and not bad-looking either. She realized that this night was going to be very special for him. She felt the tingle between her legs. It had been there all day—all week, in fact. Ever since the first meeting with Angela.

She knew that the three men were assessing her, too: her dark hair pulled back and pinned behind her head, black glasses, sheer white blouse covered by the jacket of her black suit. Her short skirt stopped at mid-thigh, giving way to black stockings and four-inch black pumps. The pumps echoed as she walked to her desk and settled into the chair behind it. The men were staring, covering every inch of her with their eyes.

"Gentlemen," Gillian said. "You may be seated. I am Professor Carson and I will be filling in for the rest of this term. I have reviewed the class's work and while some of the women are outstanding performers—"

The handsome man, Davis, laughed. 

Gillian eyed him over her glasses but ignored the interruption. She continued, "While the women are outstanding performers, you three men will need to work long and hard if you hope to earn a passing grade." She eyed them over her glasses, 

"Long...and...hard." It was corny, she thought, but it had the desired effect. The men were smiling, their eyes smouldering. "I called you here today so that I could begin tutoring you."

Davis was murmuring something to the two men, who were chuckling in appreciation.

"Is there a problem, Mister...Davis, is it?"

"Well, yes, Professor Carson. Frankly, we're wondering if there are some things that we could teach you, you being new and all."

"Mr. Davis, I may be new, but I assure you I am fully capable and have a great deal of experience. I don't know what the three of you could possibly teach me."

"Well, I kind of have to show you. Can I come up there?"

"Please do." Gillian gestured for him to come forward.

Davis rose and Gillian thought, with a nervous flutter in her belly, OK, here we go. She felt her heart beat a little faster.

Davis walked behind her and she held her breath. He said, "You see, students like us are easily distracted. We find it hard to concentrate, especially with a professor like you, who is so ..." 

He removed the pin from her hair and let it tumble down past her shoulders. "Who is so very new," he finished, removing her glasses. "We need a chance to get to know you better. So we can devote our full attention to you."

He pulled her chair back and wheeled her out from behind her desk and parked her in front of his two friends, locking the wheels with his foot.

Gillian exclaimed, "I don't know what you think you're doing, Mr. Davis, but I'm a professor here and I won't tolerate any shenanigans from you boys."

"I understand completely, professor," Davis said. "Would you stand up for a minute?"

"Very well, if this is part of my—instruction." She stood. She vaguely felt Davis fumbling with the top of her skirt, then heard the zipper go down.

"What on earth!" she cried. Davis grabbed her hands before she could catch her skirt, and it slid down her legs.

The two men at their desks whistled and clapped. Davis held Gillian's arms behind her back. The top half of her suit was still intact, but her skirt was now at her ankles, exposing her stockings, garters, and the tail of her blouse, which covered the front of her panties.

"This is very irregular, sir," Gillian said sternly, but Davis was busy. He had released her hands and was now lifting her jacket off her shoulders. The white blouse, they now saw, was nearly transparent and appeared to be at least one size too small. She wore no bra, and her large red nipples had grown stiff against the silky fabric. 

Davis reached around her and began working open the buttons, exposing more cleavage as he descended.

Her voice now shaky, Gillian said, "I really don't see how removing my clothing is contributing to the educational experience."

Davis laughed again. "We're getting to it, professor." He pulled Gillian back against him as he opened the last two buttons, giving her a dizzying whiff of his musky cologne. "This blouse is so sexy," he said. "I'm just going to unbutton it and leave it on. That is, until I put my cock between your tits later."

Gillian gasped and Davis laughed. "OK professor, you can sit down again." Gillian unsteadily sank back down on the chair. From behind her, Davis lifted her left leg and put it over the armrest, then did the same with her other leg. Gillian now felt fully on display: sheer blouse unbuttoned and barely clinging to her bulging breasts, her legs spread and dangling from the armrests, her lower half covered only by panties, stockings, and high heels.

She looked down and her eyes widened when she saw what had become of her thin gray cotton panties. When Angela had presented them to her earlier, along with the rest of her costume, she thought they were oddly demure compared to the transparent blouse, black stockings, and high heels. Now she understood. The gray fabric was perfect for showing the dark wet spot that had formed over her mound, and with her legs spread, the material clung obscenely to her swollen cunt lips.

"Oh my God," said the regular guy. "Doug, would you look at that."

"I see it, Scotty. I see it," the big black man responded.

Davis came to the side of the chair, putting his crotch at eye level. Gillian could see the bulge and knew he was going to be large before he unzipped, which he did now. Davis pulled his cock free of his trousers and pointed it toward her mouth.

Gillian wanted to wrap her lips around the beautiful, erect beast now waving before her face, a clear fluid seeping from the tip. But she recalled that Angela had told her to stay in character as much as possible. 

"Oh my god!" she cried. "What do you think you're doing! I'm a tenured professor! Put that away this instant!" Instead, Davis pushed it closer, and she clamped her lips tight and turned her head. 

Davis turned her head back toward his cock, a seven-inch rod of flesh. The spongy head throbbed as Davis pushed it against Gillian's lips, trying to gain access. "Come on professor, open up," he coaxed. Gillian shook her head from side to side, which had the effect of smearing Davis's pre-come across her mouth, adding an extra sheen to her rich lipstick.

"No!" Gillian cried, but forming the word gave Davis his opening and he took it, pressing forward and sliding into Gillian's wet mouth. "Mmmph!" she said in protest, but Davis was insistent. Gillian tried to push away but Davis had his hand on the back of her head. 

After a minute or two of increasingly feeble resistance, Gillian decided it was time. Oh the hell with the act, she thought as her mouth filled with Davis's engorged cockhead. Instinct kicked in and Gillian relaxed her mouth to accept the huge invader. It slid across her tongue inch by inch and brushed the roof of her mouth toward the back. Gillian tightened her lips around him and started to work her tongue up against the underside. Her eyes wide and watering, she looked down and saw that he still had about three inches to go. She realized that the only place for it was her throat. 

Gillian felt her mouth filling with saliva, matched by a warm ooze between her legs. Davis pulled back, but not completely out, and a stream of saliva slid down Gillian's chin. She was breathing heavily, her full breasts rising and falling against the sheer blouse. 

Davis said quietly, "Can you take more? Can you take it all?"

Gillian hesitated. Could she open her throat enough to take this monster? He was bigger than Joe—a little longer, and definitely thicker. But she had enjoyed a vigorous throat fucking from her husband many times. She looked up and saw the lust in Davis's blue eyes. She nodded, then moved her head forward to take him.

Davis took control again, easing the head in and out a few times, then pressed deeper. Gillian wrapped her hand around him, milking him and matching his thrust, pressing her head down farther, a half-inch or so at a time, until she felt him bump against her throat. She forced herself to relax and pushed farther still. Davis put his hand on the back of her head and guided her gently forward, in case her nerve failed. She descended, her throat filling with thick cock. Concentrating against her gag reflex, Gillian finally felt his neatly trimmed pubic hair against her nose and knew she had every centimeter. She made herself work her throat muscles, swallowing, and making a gentle gurgling sound—the way Joe liked it.

"Ahhh, fuck," Davis exclaimed. He turned to his friends, his cock completely submerged in Gillian's throat. "Are you clowns just gonna sit and watch?" Doug and Scotty jumped to their feet and fumbled at their belts and zippers.

Gillian began to work her way back off the thick penis, then back down again. From the corner of her eye, she saw Doug's dark brown cock spring free of his boxers, firm and magnificently, impossibly large. She slid back and off Davis's cock, leaving it slick with spit. She held it and moved her hand up and down while she stared, amazed, at Doug. "Holy shit!" she said, thinking it must be nine inches long, maybe more. 

"That's right, sweetheart," Doug said. "And it's all going in you." 

Scotty, now naked, knelt in front of Gillian, whose panties were so wet that the gray fabric looked painted on, providing a perfect outline of her shaved pussy.

"Let's get these off her," Scotty said, reaching for the waistband. Gillian, still gripping Davis's stiff prick, lifted her hips to let him slide the panties down and over her heels. Scotty put her legs back on the armrests. 

Doug made a low whistle and said what they all were thinking. "What a gorgeous pussy. And so fucking wet."

Scotty had the panties bunched against his face. "God she smells good." He set them aside. "I'm gonna eat her now."

Davis laughed. "Go ahead, Scott. Doug come around to the other side. She can take turns on us."

Gillian stared at the huge brown cock now bobbing before her and pressed her lips over the head, sliding it in just as Scott put his mouth against her other lips. He wiggled his tongue, searching for—and finding—her swollen clit. 

Gillian groaned as the head of Doug's dick entered her mouth while another man's tongue slipped between her wet labia. Scotty might look average, she thought, but his tongue was superb. She gave herself over to the exquisite delight of it all: the tongue on her pussy, her left hand wrapped around Davis's stiff shaft, and her mouth filling with Doug's cock. She moaned, contentedly.

Scotty expanded his repertoire, moving lower and taking advantage of Gillian's exposed position. With long slow laps, he started at her asshole and came all the way up to her clit, where he lingered, flicking the swollen bud back-and-forth, back-and-forth. Each time the tongue hit her little, puckered back hole, Gillian felt a shock surge through her. She tried to tilt her pelvis up to give him better access. Davis leaned the chair back farther and Scott put a hand on either leg and spread her wider. Gillian ground against him. She gasped and came off Doug's dick but held on tight with her fist. She turned and took Davis back into her mouth, working her head up and down. "Oh, fuck yeah," Davis exclaimed as he slid across her tongue. 

Scotty split her lips apart with his tongue and drove it as deep as he could into her channel. Gillian gave a muffled groan—and then she was spasming. She bucked against Scott's face as she pulled off Davis's dick. "Oh god keep licking my pussy!" she squealed. "I'm commiinngg!" She quivered and jerked. Doug turned her head back toward him and shoved his cock back into her mouth, which she accepted eagerly, ravenously, letting him fuck her mouth and then her throat. She could feel him sliding deeper than anyone had been.

"Oh my god she;s fantastic," Doug groaned. Gillian's breasts wobbled as she attacked the man's cock, and Doug reached down and gave her right tit a quick slap. Gillian yelped and pulled off his dick.

Davis laughed and said, "Easy, man. Angela said to take it easy on her, she's a rookie."

"She doesn't suck cock like a rookie," Doug quipped.

"It's OK," said Gillian, dropping the two stiff rods for a moment to lift her blouse back off her shoulders, fully exposing her plump breasts. "It just surprised me. Do the other one." Gillian pushed out her chest and Doug give the other mound a few slaps from underneath then twisted her engorged nipple. Gillian pushed her other breast forward and Davis joined the attack, slapping and pinching until each tit glowed pink. Gillian clung to the two stiff pricks, stroking and swirling her hands down and then up around the sensitive heads.

Scotty, meanwhile, had replaced his tongue with his fingers, first two and then three. He mauled them in and out of her, rubbing her clit with his thumb while he curled his fingers inside, rubbing her inner wall. He's an expert, she thought, like Joe. Going for my g-spot. She resumed sucking, a dozen or so times up and down one shaft, then moving to the other while she pumped the saliva-coated pole her mouth had abandoned. All the time, the intensity was building in her pussy as Scotty worked her over with his fingers and then his mouth again. Finally, as she squirmed and flopped in the chair with her second orgasm, Davis erupted into her mouth.

When she finally quieted Scotty looked up, his entire lower face glistening wetly. "OK who wants to switch."

"Me!" Doug exclaimed. And he was on her before Gillian could completely recover. Scotty pushed his cock toward her and she accepted it eagerly, her mouth and throat easily covering his six inches. Within minutes of Doug's insistent tongue bath she was coming again, but Doug held her tight, a hand on each inner thigh as he slurped her juices. She whimpered as her cunt muscles clenched and unclenched, and her tight abs quivered. 

"Oh...god...can't stop...coming. Ooooooh."

"My turn," said Davis, and Doug reluctantly rose from his knees and Gillian reached again for the massive brown cock.

Davis dove in. "God she tastes good," he murmured. Gillian humped her crotch against his face, completely giving herself over to the non-stop sucking and licking. Finally, she pulled off of Doug's throbbing prick head and shouted, "Somebody's got to fuck me NOW!"

Scotty eagerly cried, "Let's spread her out on the desk!"

Davis lifted her under her arms and Doug lifted her by the thighs. They carried her across the room and positioned her on her back, legs apart, and her pussy at the end of the desk. 

"Loosen her up, Doug!" Davis said.

Gillian looked at the huge prick as Doug moved into position. "Oh fuck!" she cried, laughing in pleasure and anticipation.

Doug massaged the head against her wet slit as the other men stood back to witness. "You want it? Tell me what you want," he teased.

Gillian gazed at the huge dick. "I want it in me."

"You gotta do better than that sweetheart." He toyed with her, pressing the head of his cock between her lips until they started to wrap around it, then pulling it back out and running it up across her stiff clit. 

Gillian whimpered. "Please. Oh please."

"Please what, baby?"




Gillian Joins the Club Ch. 03



Her tits heaved as he repeated his teasing, popping the head in an inch or two, then plucking it back out. Gillian blurted, "Please stuff my sopping cunt with that beautiful monster of a cock!"

Doug laughed, "Now that's more like it!" He began to feed his prick into her, inch by agonizing inch until his balls nestled against the crack of her ass. Then he pulled back, just as slowly, before ramming his hips forward in one hard, cunt-splitting lunge.

Gillian rolled her head back and let loose a long, guttural moan. "Oh my fucking god."

Doug pulled back again, admiring the sight of her splayed, swollen lips around his thick shaft. Then he buried the whole thing again in one thrust. "Oh fuck," Gillian grunted. "Oh fuck. So fucking big..." Doug picked up the pace and Gillian pushed back to meet his thrusts. The squelching sounds of thick cock pummeling wet pussy filled the room.

Doug lifted Gillian's legs high in the air, gripping both ankles in one big hand. The effect of putting her legs together made his cock feel even more massive and Gillian squealed as he pistoned his dick in and out.

"Aaaahhh, yes, yes, yes, fuck it, fuck, fuck, pussy, oh god yeah," Gillian babbled, then managed to call to the other men, "Guys! Suck my tits!"

Davis and Scotty, who had been stroking their cocks as they watched Doug pound the gorgeous brunette, hurried to either side of the desk, smearing their tongues across the engorged nipples and drawing them in between their lips. "Suck hard!" Gillian demanded. As they built the pressure on her tits, drawing in a good half of her breast with each pull of their mouths, Gillian moaned. "Oh that feels so good. I've never had them both sucked at once." Scotty released her tit and looked at the fiery red nipple, an inch long and rock hard. He slapped at it with his tongue, flicking it back and forth while he kneaded the plump tit flesh.

Doug suddenly pulled back. "Somebody trade me places, I'm gonna come in her mouth."

Davis high-fived his friend and moved to the end of the desk while Doug pushed his dick toward her mouth again. "Oooh, damn," Doug groaned as Gillian took it deep, savoring the coating of her own cunt juice. Davis lunged into her as Gillian moaned around Doug's cock. Scotty had taken charge of both breasts now. He kneaded them, pressed them together, and flicked his thumbs across the stiff tips.

Doug couldn't last long, and in a few seconds grunted, "Here it comes, baby, get ready." Gillian, her eyes wide, with no time to think about what was happening, let the giant prick slide across her tongue, sending Doug over the edge. The eruption sprayed across the roof of Gillian's, hot against the back of her throat. She fought the urge to gag, her eyes watering, and swallowed down the first load, but the streams kept coming. She wondered, somewhere deep in her subconscious, how long it had been since the man had come. It pooled in her mouth until finally he pulled out, the head of his dick sliding across her cheek, leaving a stripe of his thick goo.

Gillian held the load in her mouth, savoring the flavor and texture, and comparing it to her husband's come. Rich and spicy, she thought. A lot like Joe. She had never minded taking Joe's come in her mouth, and now she realized, as she swirled this new man's juice around on her tongue, she liked it. A lot.

"Show us," Davis said. Gillian opened her mouth and put her tongue out a little. The man sighed at the sight of the pool of white liquid. Gillian made a laughing sound, then pulled her tongue in and swallowed it in one gulp.

"Mmmm, who's next?" she asked. 

Davis laughed. "First, let's try something different." He helped her off the desk and turned her so her back was to him. Just like Angela, Gillian thought, and wondered if this would be as good. 

Davis pushed her forward—not hard, but firm—and Gillian put her hands flat against the desktop and leaned over until her nipples brushed the hard wooden surface. Davis nudged Gillian's inner thighs, and she moved her high heels farther apart. She wondered what kind of sight she made, in her spiked heels, her ass in the air, and her swollen cunt lips wide open and oozing with her juice. She could feel it dripping down her legs. What must Joe be thinking next door?

From the other room, Joe could have told her that the sight was fantastic. When the show had started, he and Peggy made a pretense of just watching, but Peggy had positioned her hands in her lap and was soon pressing them insistently against her crotch until she gave it up altogether, spread her legs, and hiked up her skirt. Joe helped her slide off her panties and the young woman smiled gratefully. Joe gazed at her bald mound, glistening wet with her excitement. In most cases, Joe would have gladly watched Peggy rub herself. He loved to watch a beautiful woman masturbate, and often sat back and enjoyed the scene as Gillian stroked herself or pleasured her gaping pussy with a vibrator. But now he was torn: watch his ravenous wife's gangbang or Peggy's ministrations to her sweet pussy. Peggy helped him decide by craning her neck around where Joe was standing—and blocking her view to the next room. 

"If you stand right here," she gestured, "I can suck you while we both watch." She smiled her lovely, sweet, helpful smile. Joe had his stiff prick out and between Peggy's lips in seconds.

Now, some thirty minutes later, they had both shed all their clothes and Peggy sat on Joe's lap, impaled on his erection, facing the window. 

In the other room, Davis coated his fingers with the liquid from between Gillian's spread legs and began massaging it against her little puckered asshole. Gillian lifted her head back and moaned, "Oh what are you doing to me back there, Mr. Davis. This is not on the syllabus."

"Extra credit," Davis said as he pushed in his middle finger, one knuckle, then slowly, two knuckles deep. Gillian laid her head against the desk and closed her eyes, focusing on the finger probing her asshole. Davis pulled the finger back, but not quite out, then pushed it all the way back in. "Ahhhhh," Gillian sighed. 

"You like that, don't you sweetheart?" Davis said quietly, teasingly. "I can tell by the way you opened right up. You like it in your ass, don't you?"

Gillian grunted as the finger came out and went deep again. "Did Angela say you were allowed to be back there?"

"She said it was up to you and I should ask first. Can I? Please?"

"You've been a good boy and a conscientious student. I guess I'll have to let you," she said. "But I'm going to need more lube." 

Angela had prepared her for this. "Top drawer of the desk."

Doug retrieved the bottle and Davis nodded toward Gillian's upturned ass. "You do the honors," he said with a grin and removed his long finger from Gillian's channel. Doug smiled and squeezed a generous blob of lube at the top of Gillian's crack, letting it slide down and in to her puckered hole. He gently rubbed it around, then pressed his finger in. Gillian sighed, luxuriating in the anal massage. 

"Guys," Scotty said. "This is awesome, but before you wear her out, do you think I could fuck her pussy?" 

Doug and Davis laughed. "I think we could accommodate that," Davis said. "Lay up here on the desk." Scotty clambered up and lay back, his rigid cock standing at attention in front of Gillian. 

She wondered if she should suck it, but Davis said, "Climb up on him, professor." She did, spreading her legs and kneeling on either side of Scotty. She positioned herself and eased her pussy down his shaft. 

"Oh fuck that's good," Scotty groaned. Gillian began to raise and lower herself on the man's cock. Doug ran his hand over her ass, and again stroked it along her crack.

Doug looked at Davis. "What do you think?" Davis winked at him, and Doug said, "Scotty, scoot down to the end." With Gillian impaled on his cock Scotty wriggled down the desk until his legs dangled over and Gillian's ass was at the level of Doug's member. Stiff again? Already?

"Oh wait a minute," Gillian said, realizing with a sudden shock what the men had in mind. "I don't know about this." 

Davis laughed. "All part of your education, professor."

"But I never..."

Davis stroked her back. "There's always a first time."

"Oh, fuck," Gillian said and leaned farther forward. What did she expect? Three men, three holes. Do the math, it was bound to happen. "Do it." Davis put his hands on her ass cheeks and pulled them apart. Gillian's little hole winked at Doug as she contracted her muscles.

"God what a sight," Doug said as he placed the huge head against the much smaller opening. Davis now had the bottle and dropped some lube onto Doug's dick as the big man rubbed it around Gillian's hole.

"Go easy," Gillian breathed, preparing for the invasion. Doug pressed forward and the head split her apart and disappeared. "Oooooh," she moaned. Doug pushed a bit more and a bit more. Gillian clenched her fists. Remembering her first visit to the club, she rose up a bit and offered her breast to Scotty. "Suck it," she said hoarsely. Scotty took the nipple in his mouth and drew it in. "Oh, yeah," Gillian sighed. "Now push, Doug." He did, sinking about three-quarters of his long cock into Gillian's channel. 

Gillian forced her ass back toward the man, sinking him in to his balls. Doug held it in place for a few seconds and then pulled back, just leaving the head in. He sure loves to tease a woman like this, Gillian thought.

But this wasn't her pussy and it wasn't like the other night when Angela distracted her, biting her hard red nipples as Joe pounded her. This was slow, erotic torture and Doug's thickness hurt. She wanted to feel that hurt again. "Oh. Please," she whimpered.

"Please pull out?" Doug asked, taunting. "Or please push in?"

"Please. In. More."

"More where?" he teased.

"More in my asshole," Gillian groaned. "Push your cock into my butt."

"You do like it, don't you?" Davis laughed.

"I fucking love it."

Doug pushed deep again, his long, brown dick disappearing into Gillian's back channel. Her mind was consumed by the exquisite fullness as the cock split her asshole in two while the man beneath pumped his member into her pussy. She reached her arms forward down the desk, burying Scotty's face between her breasts, spreading her fingers wide, as she focused on the dicks in her pussy and ass. 

"Only one thing left to do," Davis said, holding his semi-erect cock in front of Gillian's face. She smiled and opened her mouth, taking him in greedily. "Ah, don't you just love Viagra," Davis said. 

The four quickly found a rhythm, and Gillian began to orgasm. Something about being trapped with every hole filled, the cocks rubbing against each other through the thin flesh between her pussy and ass, released a carnal flood in her body. She screamed when the climax took her—how many had it been so far that night?—then realized another was right behind that, and another. She surrendered to the orgasms as they blended together, realizing a few minutes later that she had been screaming with lust the whole time.

Later, after the men had switched positions twice and deposited their loads in her ass, pussy, and mouth, she lay across the desk, exhausted, legs spread above a puddle of semen and cunt juice. 

"She's a mess," Davis said as he sat naked in his classroom seat, his legs stretched out. "But she's smoking hot." 

He stood and walked to her. Gillian glanced at him and saw, with amazement, that his dick was stiffening again. He climbed on to the desk and positioned himself over her chest, plopping his cock between her breasts. He smiled down at her. "I wanted to keep my promise," he said. Gillian smiled back and pressed the soft, warm flesh of her tits around him. Davis began to slide up and back. Gillian reached her tongue forward and lapped his head with every forward thrust. "God your tits feel amazing," Davis grunted. Gillian squeezed her tits together and thumbed her nipples as Davis tit-fucked her. After about five minutes he moved up and put his cock in front of her mouth. She opened and he slid it in. She sucked on him, tongued his sensitive head, and let him slide in all the way despite the soreness she felt from all the deep-throating. 

"Damn, I can see the outline of his cock in her throat," Scotty marveled. 

"Ah, fuck," Davis groaned. "I'm gonna come." He pulled out of Gillian's mouth and moved back down. This time he clutched her tits, squishing them together around his dick. With a last grunt, his load spilled into the crevice between her tits. It wasn't like the blasts he'd given her earlier, she thought, but it was still impressive. When his dick finally stopped quivering and oozing, Davis climbed off and Gillian smeared his come around her sore, used breasts, enjoying the rich thick feel of it sliding over her raw nipples.

The door at the end of the room opened, and Angela strode in, her black heels clicking against the floor. She looked Gillian up and down. She smiled and nodded, then turned to the group of naked, satiated men, sitting in their classroom seats. 

"Gentlemen, I trust you've had a nice evening, but as you can see Professor Carson is quite used up."

"Fuck yeah she is," Davis chortled, rising and reaching for his boxers. "You sure can pick them, Ange. I haven't been fucked like that since, well," he laughed. "Since you fucked me the last time.When will she be available again? I'd like to have her next week." 

Angela eyed him. "That's awfully quick, Mr. Davis. She may not be ready yet."

Davis gazed at the limp woman on the desk, her pussy open, inviting, tantalizing—if only he had anything left he could be in her again. Gillian lolled her head to the side and smiled at him. Their eyes met and Davis smiled back. She could read that smile. It said, "You outfucked me, woman. And it was fantastic."

"Have you seen the way she fucks? She'll be ready again tomorrow."

Angela just stared at him, waiting, her smile unreadable. She reached out and stroked Gillian's hair. "Why Gillian, what do you have in your hair?" She rubbed her lubricated thumb and fingers together, feeling the slickness, then began to lick her fingers one at a time. Davis stared, transfixed. Angela held his gaze. 

"I'll give you double—fuck, triple." He took a deep breath. "I'll tell you what, if the two of you both fuck me Thursday night I'll give you ten grand."

Angela eyed him, a smile at the corner of her mouth. 

"Let me discuss it with our young lady here, but I believe that could be arranged. But I wonder if you would mind if she brought her husband along."

Davis eyed the two women for a moment, then shrugged. "If he doesn't mind watching me fuck his wife, it's OK with me. Hell, he can hold her legs apart while I do it." He grinned at Gillian. "I like fucking guys' wives in front of them. A lot of guys get off on it. I probably would too, if I had a wife."

"Very good then," Angela said. "Please see Peggy on the way out about the financial arrangements. You know the drill. We will be in touch to confirm the time on Thursday."

Epilogue

An Interesting Proposition

Peggy guided Joe to the men's guest shower, one of three private rooms walled with rich lapis lazuli tiles and stocked with high-end products. He washed Peggy's sweet feminine smells from his face and cock, but wondered what Gillian would think if the girl's gentle tang still clung to him. He was beginning to think she would like it. He dressed and went to Angela's office, where he found Gillian freshly showered, wearing a T-shirt and baggy sweatpants, curled up on the couch, her head on Angela's lap. 

Angela was stroking her dark hair, and looked up as Joe entered. 

Angela smiled. "I was just telling Gillian what a marvelous performance that was. Did you enjoy it, Gillian?"

"Oh God, Joe, I lost count how many times I came."

"Twelve, by my count," Joe said. 

She looked at him, a smile curled on one side of her mouth. "Did you and Peggy find something to do?"

Joe laughed. "We watched you. That would have been entertainment enough."

"But...?" Gillian asked.

"Well, Peggy was intent on making me comfortable. She took the pressure off. With her mouth first, then she sat in my lap. Well, more than sat. But we couldn't take our eyes off you—either of us."

Gillian smiled. "You can tell me all about it later."

Angela cut in. "And now for business." She helped Gillian sit up, then rose and walked to her desk, where she picked up two envelopes and handed them to Gillian. "The top envelope is for tonight. The second envelope is, well, call it an advance. I have a proposition I'd like to discuss."

Gillian was curious, but wondered if it would be rude to open it. Angela, as usual, was quick to relieve her anxiety. "Go ahead," she said.

Gillian gasped and held the envelope up for Joe to see. "Twenty thousand dollars?"

"Indeed," Angela said. "Let me explain. We want to expand our little enterprise to a second location, which we have identified but have not yet acquired. We would like the two of you to handle the real estate transaction. This is payment for handling that."

Joe saw the flush rising up Gillian's neck, showing her excitement. She said, "I...I don't know what to say."

"Then say yes," Angela said. "But I should tell you, there is one—well, catch is not the right word. One consideration. It concerns our arrangement with Sheriff Thornboro. Something I'd like you to help me with."

"What's the consideration?" Gillian asked.

"Well, the sheriff and his deputies have some...interesting preferences." 

"Such as?"

Angela looked into Gillian's eyes and held her gaze. "Do you know anything about bondage?" 

End of Book One