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Maybel-line

By: Many Feathers



It's funny, how as a kid you tend to see things so totally different from the reality in which they are. Only when you're confronted with those same memories years later do you really understand the misconceptions we all place on them.

It was how I remembered Mabel, though back then as a kid, we all teasingly called her, Maybelline.

Growing up right next door as a child, I very often made a little extra money back then doing odd jobs such as pulling weeds or mowing the lawn for Mabel and her husband, "Old man Jack" as we had likewise labeled him. There was no denying the fact that he was in fact older than she was herself back then, though "old" to us was anyone over the age of thirty. So his label was in fact somewhat appropriate even for the times as Jack was easily in his forty's back then, and Mabel, or Maybelline was at the most in her early twenties.

Now as kids, the reason we called her Maybelline had a little bit to do with the makeup she wore, so it was an easy reflection of her as a person, along with her character. She did tend to wear a lot of makeup back then, or at least as I remember she did anyway. I remember that she always seemed to have darker than normal eyes, more so than anyone else did who lived around there at the time. Long lashes in addition, certainly fake as that was very much in style too, and always the same shade of bright red lipstick, that for some goofy reason, made my own parents cast doubt on her as being something they called, "A loose woman". 

I always wondered about that back then, never quite understanding what it was they meant, making the mistake of asking my parents once what it did mean, and getting sent off to my room for it. I never asked them about stuff like that ever again.

There was another major thing about her too though, that I tended to notice a great deal of, perhaps even more so than her dark almost coal black hair that she wore piled up on top of her head most of the time, not to mention all the makeup. But that was...she had fairly large breasts. Hell, not fairly...they were, plain and simply. But again, I think looking back I tended to equate her memory with Dolly Parton for some reason, who at the time was very popular around the area I was growing up in. I think to some extent, that Maybelline, actually copied her look, which was again another subtle reminder, at least of her memory anyway, now looking back.

Even now I find myself smiling, looking back at my very first weeding lesson. Standing there in Mabel's garden while she proceeded to show me, which plants were just that, and which ones were actually weeds. I stood paying close attention, though not so much to the weeds as to her boobs. 

Stooping over so she could pull a few herself, showing me how she wanted me to do it and be careful so as not to accidentally pull out the actual flowers, I couldn't help but gaze down the front of her open blouse. I remember clearly the stark contrast of her bronzed skin from hours of sun tanning, or simply working out in the yard in skimpy halter tops, or what was back then not quite a bikini top, more like a permissible bra that could be worn outside. Though even that my mother frowned upon whenever she saw our neighbor dressed like that. Dad didn't frown much however, he mostly smiled in fact, and spent and inordinate amount of time looking out the kitchen window, as long as mom wasn't around shooing him away, usually asking him if he didn't have better things he could be doing as opposed to watching the neighbor flaunt her breasts.

I guess there is some truth to the saying, "boys will be boys", though I know with some degree of certainty, dad wouldn't have been able to stand there the way I was, and get away with looking down her blouse the way I was either. And funny too. Even doing that, all I really saw was a bit more well rounded, not so tanned pink flesh that hinted at what was still covered. I never once saw her nipples or anything even close to that whenever I did get a chance to take a peek without her being aware that I had.

I guess, it was just knowing that they were there, and that I was inches, or fractions of an inch from actually seeing them. Maybe back then, for a young boy growing up, just coming into his early sexuality, it was enough.

Another thing they always used to say, was that things happen in threes. That was certainly the case for me. 

After graduating from high school, I immediately left to do a stint in the Army. As it happened, I was but a few short weeks away from getting out when I was called home on emergency leave. Rather than waste a lot of unnecessary time, I was given an early honorable discharge, so went home a civilian as opposed to still being in the service. The bad news was, I went home to bury my parents who'd been killed in an automobile accident. I'd been home less than a month after that, still trying to sort things out, collect myself, when Mabel's husband Jack died from liver disease, no doubt brought on from all the booze he'd been drinking over the years.

That set the stage for what became a very interesting period for me. And a renewal of unexpected circumstance, with Maybelline.

**

Now, oddly enough, I didn't even see Mabel once during the month after my parent's death. She had herself taken her husband out of state to a hospital that was much closer to where he'd grown up as a kid himself. She spent most of her time living and staying with his sister while he lay dying in the hospital. So it was no surprise that she didn't come to my parent's funeral, though even if she'd been home at the time, I'd have been surprised to see her even then. I mean it wasn't like they were close neighbors or anything, and certainly not friends. And I was sad to hear her own husband had passed away, hearing it from one of the other neighbors who'd been looking after her place while she was gone.

The day she came back home, I made a point of going over to see her, give her my condolences, and for no other reason, just to say hello.

Like I said, it's funny how you remember things, and thus continue to perceive them to be. It was that image of "Maybelline" in my mind when I went over to her place later on that late afternoon when I knew upon seeing her car in the drive, that she'd returned home again.

A bit nervous, and not sure exactly what I was going to say to her beyond "I'm sorry for your loss," I knocked on her door waiting patiently. The fact it took her a while to even answer the door should have told me she was busy doing other things, and that now perhaps wasn't the best time for me to show up and pay a courtesy call. In fact, I even stepped down off the step intending to return home again when I heard her fumble with the lock on the door. The security chain was still engaged when she opened it, peering out towards me. 

"Yes? Can I help you?" She asked.

I guess I should have realized I'd changed a little myself too. My own light brown hair was still short, far shorter than she'd ever seen me wear it of course for one. And secondly, I had actually grown another inch or two, not to mention putting on some weight, bulking up a bit. The twenty-two year old she now stood there looking at was a far cry from the skinny, somewhat shorter, much longer haired teenage kid I had been the last time I had seen her, let alone spoken to her.

"Hi...Mabel? It's me, Steven."

Even then it didn't register for a moment, though her eyes suddenly grew wide as she realized who I was. She confused me further by suddenly closing the door, though it immediately opened again as she disengaged the security chain.

"Oh my god! Steven! Come in! Come in! How've you been anyway?" She asked, though her tone quickly softened from one of excitement to one of sudden realization as she only then remembered what had most recently happened to me too. "I'm so sorry...about your parents," she then said stepping back into the room inviting me in.

"I'm sorry about..." I was staring, pausing momentarily before finishing my sentence, "your husband," I said stepping the rest of the way in. It was then that I realized I'd just caught her only moments perhaps from stepping into the shower. She hadn't even bothered to throw a robe on. All she had on was a simple bath towel that barely even covered her as it was. Now I was surprised she hadn't asked me to come back later even knowing who I was now. But she hadn't, inviting me to sit down in her living room instead as she took a seat across from me, curling up in the chair, tucking her legs beneath her as she did, though careful about revealing too much of herself.

"Thank you," she said. "Yeah, though it wasn't a big surprise, not like the loss of your parents, I knew this was coming for quite some time now, so I had a little while to get used to the idea, unlike yourself. How are you holding up anyway?"

I was actually doing pretty well, and told her so. I still had a lot of decisions to make, like what I was going to do with the house, live in it myself, or sell it and find another less expensive place to live in. There was still a lot of paperwork to sift through as well, so it wasn't all going to happen overnight either. I had a lot of work ahead of me, but at least I wasn't in any real rush to get there. But I wasn't in any rush to leave anytime soon either. Sitting there, I had flash backs to the days where I used to stand there trying to peek down her blouse, only now, sitting across from her the way I was, I was peeking at something else entirely. A new scene suddenly coming to mind, one of Sharon Stone sitting in the police station for one.

"Listen, I know I caught you at a bad time," I told her intending to leave. "We can always catch up again later."

She smiled at that, once again swinging her legs out from beneath her back to the floor, giving me the brief paused peek between her legs that Sharon had so mischievously given Michael Douglas.

"I'd like that...a lot. Perhaps you might feel like coming over for dinner later or something so we can really catch up on one another's lives?" she asked.

"I'd like that, but you just got home yourself, the last thing you want to do is worry about fixing dinner. How about we go out?"

The moment I said that however, I realized I didn't have a car. It was the number one item on my "things to do list", which I hadn't really had the time to look into yet. With mom and dad's car being totaled in the accident, I was currently without any wheels.

I chuckled nervously, realizing my stupidity, adding. "Ok if we take your car though? I'm currently without any wheels."

Now it was her turn to laugh. "As long as you don't mind driving with the top down," she told me. Something's wrong with my being able to put it up again, and I haven't had the time nor the inclination to have it looked at yet."

It was a classy little car, an older model Camero, that wasn't perhaps in the best shape, but it still looked cool, and the only car she'd ever had as far as I knew. I even told her I'd look at it myself as soon as I had time, but in the meantime, driving with the top down was just fine with me.

"You like Italian?" she asked.

I did, it was one of my favorite foods.

"Good, there's a nice little Italian restaurant just up the canyon, been years since I was there last, always wanted to go there again. You mind if drive up there to eat?" She asked.

I knew where it was, though I'd honestly never eaten there myself. "It's a date, pick you up around eight? Eight thirty?" I asked. "Do we need to call and make reservations?"

"A date huh?" she smiled winking at me. "What will the neighbors think?

"Fuck the neighbors!" I said without even realizing I'd just used the "F" word. Blame that on my recent stint in the Army where for most of the guys I'd been in the service with, the word fuck was used about every third word.

She laughed upon hearing me say that, now standing, though trying very hard to keep the towel from tumbling away from herself. It had in fact parted behind her, one hand now holding it against her large breasts, the other somehow reaching around behind in an effort to keep it closed.

I guess my confused expression told her I'd missed whatever joke I'd just made.

Once upon a time, I think your parents along with a lot of other folks around here thought I was doing just that...fucking the neighbors!" She said, now alerting me to what I'd just said, still laughing about it, though I now joined her, somewhat sheepishly in doing so.

"Well, not me...I never did," I told her.

"No...you were always too busy peering down my blouse to think about things like that," she now added.

Once again, my expression said it all, my face suddenly growing beet red. 

"You ah...you ah knew that huh?"

Once again she burst out laughing. "Oh yeah, I did, and maybe I shouldn't say this, but whenever you did, there was a fairly noticeable indication that you were that you quite often didn't do well at concealing, so then I knew for sure you had been."

"Sorry about that," I said apologizing for my teenage hormones.

"Oh don't be. To be honest, I found it very flattering, and had you been older, and had I not been so worried about NOT fucking the neighbors, I might have even considered it."

Once again we both laughed, reminding one another about the time for our "date", and then I turned finally prepared to leave. She didn't follow me back to the door, now standing at the foot of the stairs instead.

"See you in a few hours then," I stated reaching for the door, opening it and then turning. I watched as she just then removed her towel completely, throwing it over her shoulder as she slowly began ascending the stairs. She looked back sort of sideways towards me, smiling even broader now than she had. 

"Make it nine," she told me. "I want to make myself look pretty...for our date."

After I had actually stepped outside closing the door, I'd come up with the line, "You couldn't look any prettier than you do now," But by then of course, it was too late, and I'd stepped outside, nearly tripping over my tongue as it was. I in fact missed the first step, nearly falling on my face. It would have been ironic for me to have broken my arm, or leg or something, and spend the night in a hospital, as opposed to sitting with Mabel inside some cozy, darkened little Italian restaurant. Still...I wish I'd said something as opposed to just stepping out and closing the door after she'd said that.

I then ran across the yard back to my own place, careful so as not to trip over anything and still break my leg after all that. Luckily, the gods and fate were with me, as I made it inside safely enough, but the "woody" I was now sporting, would have to be dealt with, long before dinner, or I'd be just like that teenage kid all over again, standing in her garden.

It was way early, barely past five o'clock as I stepped into the shower readying myself for our friendly, neighborly date. With plenty of time on my hands, amongst other things, I actually lay down in the tub, letting the warm shower caress me, much like her hands might as I allowed myself to slip off into fantasyland. The difference now being...I had something substantially more to feed those fantasies and thoughts than I'd ever had. I had actually...finally, for the first time ever, seen her boobs. And not only that, I'd seen a lot of other things too, and they all added up in my book, as someone totally different than the Maybelline I once knew as a kid.

Times had indeed changed. She probably still wore a lot more makeup that most other women her age did, but it looked good on her, at least in my own opinion. Her hair was still dark too, or reasonably so anyway, though she had changed her hairstyle, letting it fall free just past her shoulders. I had noticed a few wisps of grey peeking out here and there as she sat there talking to me in addition to that. I knew that was due to a lot of emotional stress in her life, especially lately. She certainly was by no means at an age where she should be turning prematurely grey already, but it had started. And she had changed her color of lipstick too, unless she wasn't even wearing any, which I supposed was a possibility. Her lips were more natural in color, still more thick than thin, but not nearly as much so as I remembered them being. I actually sat there in the tub, a vision of my lips kissing hers, though I quickly added the image of her hand wrapped around my cock as she did that, just to change the rating on my fantasy from PG to R at least.

It wasn't long after that, that I treated myself to a nice hard orgasm there in the shower.

I had no misconception about this dinner going anywhere either. The fact she had let me see her naked, was more of an old flirtatious tease than promise the way I saw it at the time, though I was certainly open to more than that if the situation should arise. But going in, I held those thoughts in check.

After getting out of the shower and dressing, I then called to make reservations, though told they weren't necessary, though taking them anyway. I then sat around for the next two hours just waiting for time to pass.

I knocked on her door precisely at nine o'clock. She met me coming out with her keys in hand, handing them to me. It was still muggy outside. She had worn a simple white peasant blouse just off the shoulder, along with a somewhat modest skirt, though it was red. Mom would have called them "slutty clothes", especially seeing them on Mabel, but I thought she looked magnificent, and told her so. Her long dark hair remained full, and free about her head and shoulders, an entirely new look from the one I remembered, and it looked damn good on her. She looked ten years younger at the least than she even was then.

The drive up to the restaurant took less than thirty minutes. We were soon ushered over to a small, but intimate little table next to the front window. It would have been the perfect setting for a romantic, intimate little dinner together. But that's not what we were there for, at least as it turned out. As we ate, Mabel somehow got the conversation always directed at me, with me basically telling her everything I had done since leaving high school and joining the service. Trying to get her to talk about herself was like pulling teeth. Mostly, it was more about me, the girls I had known or dated, though we even then didn't discuss anything too intimate or embarrassing. Not that I had a lot of experience, I didn't. I had in fact only lost my virginity a little over a year ago. And had only had intercourse perhaps a half a dozen times since then, and mostly with only the second girl I'd ever been with after that. It had been months now, since I had.

One thing I did enjoy, and once again went back to my time in her garden in doing, was taking the occasional peek at her breasts as we sat there talking, laughing, and reminiscing about past days together. Though wearing a bra, it was a lacy one, and as she moved, it periodically shifted, just enough to occasionally give me glimpses of what I now knew to be her very dark nipples peeking through. This was far more of course than I'd even seen as a kid. And though it certainly wasn't low cut, her well-rounded breasts were sculpted clearly, and held up firmly by that sexy lacy bra she was wearing. 

It was the first strike of lightning, followed by a clap of thunder coming outside that alerted us we were about to get rained on. Which is when we of course both realized, we couldn't put the top up!

We dashed outside, the intent to try and outdrive the storm before it really hit. So far just a few raindrops seemed to be reaching us, nothing too significant. Unfortunately, all that was about to change.

We had made it about halfway down the canyon when the rain really started coming down. I knew then if we didn't find some sort of cover soon, we'd both be drenched. But it was basically too little too late even then when I found a small side road heading into the trees off the road. I took it, parking the car beneath a canopy of tall fir and pine trees. We were still getting a little wet even then, but not nearly as much as we would have should we have continued on.


Maybel-line Ch. 02



As I nervously sat there waiting for Mabel to call me back with the details of the evening, I found it somewhat ironic. I was now pretty close to the age she had been when I'd first met her so many years ago. And she...was now the age that her husband Jack had been back then as well. At the time I had seen "Old man Jack" as just that, but I couldn't in any way shape or form see Mabel, as being an older Maybelline as I remembered her back then, or now. She had certainly changed yes, but if anything, even more attractive than I remembered her. Which in a way, made everything I had recently learned about her, that much harder for me to digest and accept. If in fact, I ever could.

Sitting there at my kitchen table waiting for the phone to ring, I ran so many scenarios through my mind, I was beginning to get a headache because of it. I still wasn't a hundred percent sure I could actually go through with this either. I didn't know how I'd feel seeing her with someone else, even though I knew he...they, would be total and complete strangers to her. Something in and of itself that puzzled me. 

And yet, I did so, sitting there with a full blown erection.

**

I was so absorbed in my own thoughts that I actually jumped when the phone rang. 

"Hello?"

"You sure about this? You sure you really want to go through with this?" She asked by way of her answering my pickup.

I hesitated only briefly, it was now or never. "Yeah, I am," I said steeling myself for what was to come.

"Ok, come over then. I'll fill you in on our way into town." Once again I heard nothing but the dial tone, grabbing my sports coat, throwing it on as I walked out the front door. She was already sitting inside her car as I came out. This time, she'd be driving.

She looked hot as hell, not surprisingly. She had worn a simple, but very sexy dark blue dress, the top of which was a wrap around. I realized as she shifted about in her seat, that it would periodically gap on one side, just enough to balloon open a little, revealing the fact you could see her breasts if she stayed in a certain position. And it was then that I knew she had purposely gone without a bra, wondering if she wore anything at all beneath it.

"I've booked us a nice room at the Marriott," she began. "And I've already been there and checked us all in," she added. "It's centrally located too, amidst several popular clubs and bars nearby. It's important that I did, as that way the men who do come up, know this is for real, and that they're not going to be robbed or anything. Plus...it also makes them more comfortable, and more likely to adhere to my conditions simple as they are. Most of the time in fact, they're actually relieved, and find it a lot easier to get over any guilt they may have regarding wives or sweethearts if it's mostly about just getting jerked off and squirting on me, as opposed to anything else."

I guess what she said made sense, but no matter how you looked at it, just doing this, doing what we were about to actually do came with an element of risk. Jack had been a strong tough looking guy, so I figured that his being there with her in the past had served notice to anyone who might think otherwise about going along with Mabel's limitations. I certainly wasn't any slouch myself now, I had put on some weight, and was fairly strong in my own right just coming out of the service. And I certainly knew how to defend myself. The problem was, I still looked twenty-two, not forty. And I wasn't sure if my presence would be enough of a deterrent if someone decided they wanted a lot more than just a simple hand-job. I was glad to hear that as a way of easing me into this situation, Mabel had decided it was to be masturbation only, all the way around. She wasn't even going to give any blowjobs, even with using condoms, not tonight anyway. And that did make things a bit easier for me to accept going in.

Minutes later we were parking her car in the Hotel garage. I thought initially we'd then go up to the room, but I soon found myself standing outside on the sidewalk with her instead.

"The room's already," she told me. "After we've cruised a few places and left a few cards, we'll come back, and then I'll change in preparation for this evening."

"Cards?"

I noticed then as she showed me a few blank cards that looked much like business cards, though each one was hand written. She had already noted the Hotel and room we were staying in, along with some brief basic expectations. That and nothing else.

"Come on, I'll show you how this works," she told me, and then led me into the first of several bars and clubs we'd be visiting, as the night progressed. All within easy walking distance back to the hotel.

Even before we'd sat down at the bar to order our drinks, Mabel was already scanning the area for potential partners.

"The first thing I do is, is to pick out what I believe will be willing participants," she told me. "And I've gotten pretty good at judging people, figuring out which men are more likely to go along with this, and not cause us any problems. After that, I simply walk up and hand them one of these cards. After they've had a chance to read it, they usually come back to wherever it is that I am, which hopefully by then is a table. A brief chat to discuss it, and then we take it from there. Usually it's a time where I reassure them it's for real, and that no money whatsoever is involved here. The last thing I want any of them to think, is that I'm a call girl or something."

Having gotten our drinks, we soon managed to snare an available booth sitting down in it, as Mabel went back to scanning the area. Finally she noticed a group of men sitting together, looking as though they'd just got there after work for a drink.

"No women, that's good. Usually a sure sign that one of them at least might actually be interested, though sometimes, if you're really lucky, you can get all of them at once up to the room. That saves a lot of time barhopping, and "buddies" tend to be a lot safer if they come together too. Plus it usually makes for less time getting through the awkward stage of guy strangers being around other guy strangers."

Once again what she said made sense, but it was still nerve-wracking for me to be sitting there as she picked out possible candidates for the evening.

"You ready?" She asked again. "Still want to do this? Because it's not too late if you'd like to change your mind," she told me. 

"No...I'm ready," I told her nervously. "Let's do this."

She then gave my leg an affectionate squeeze. "Ok, stay here, I'll be back in a minute or two, and we'll see if we get any bites."

I sat there watching her as she boldly walked over towards their table, though I couldn't hear anything, I know she had introduced herself, using the name May. She had told me earlier that, that was the name she'd be using tonight. One in which she actually preferred being called now as opposed to Mabel, but that she also only used it on nights out like this. A name that would be easier for me to remember in calling her for one. Though I now sat wondering what name that I should perhaps use for myself as I looked up just in time to see her returning.

"Now what?" I said as she slid back in next to me, letting the group see where she was, and more importantly, who she was with, in the event they had any concerns about this not being real, or some kind of a come on.

"Now we wait...see if the fish are biting," she said once again smiling in their direction.

It was interesting to see the four of them actually looking down at their cards, reading them again, laughing, then talking amongst themselves. Once again looks in our direction, more laughing, more talking...and then to my surprise, one of them actually stood up and wandered over towards us.

"May was it?" He asked upon reaching our table, then adding. "May I sit down?" He asked making a joke out of the question in reusing her name again.

"Please," Mabel said, only then introducing me. "This is a friend of mine," she told him, you don't need to know his name, and you certainly don't need to tell me yours either. Even if you did, it probably wouldn't be the real one anyway," she told him seeing the amused smile on his face after she said that.

"So is this for real?" He asked once again looking down at the card. "You're not some kind of a...hooker? Or a cop?"

"I'm not a prostitute no. No money's involved here, and because there isn't, then it wouldn't make any sense for me to be a cop now either would it?"

"No...I guess not," he said still curious, but purposely cautious too. "So what is it you're looking to do then?" He asked again. "It says here on the card that if I'm interested in receiving nothing more than a nice hand job, and getting to touch you a little too in doing that, that we're to come to the hotel room on the card around eight? Is that correct?"

"That's it, plain and simple!" She told him, nothing more...nothing less. "You can come as many times as you can manage it, on my body wherever you'd like to. Just not in it, which means nothing in my mouth, my pussy, or my ass. Just some good clean, safe-sex fun...that's it. Nothing else. So...if you and your friend's are interested, let me know before we finish our drinks here so we know what to expect."

He still looked a little skeptical, but then told her he'd go back and discuss it further with his buddies. They'd give us an answer before we had a chance to finish our drinks. I'd barely even touched mine, only then sipping it as we watched him head back to the table.

"What do you think?" I asked.

She sat for a moment watching the three of them discussing it again. And then smiled.

"I think we got three out of the four," she told me.

"What makes you say that?" I asked. 

"Because one of them is turning his ring around and around on his finger. He's definitely married, and though he considered it, he's not about to doing anything. So for sure he's out. Too bad too, he's fairly cute. But the other three, they're far more likely to do it, especially the one who came over here. He wasn't wearing any rings for one, and secondly, he's the one doing most of the talking at the moment. He's trying to convince at least one of them to come with him, not wanting to be the only one to come up to the room alone. Because of that, I'm willing to bet, unless one of the others is married too, that we'll get all three. Safety in numbers and all that."

Only moments later the same guy who came over the first time wandered back, and he was smiling.

"Ok, there will be three of us," he began, but we were sort of wondering, it's six-thirty now, can we do it at seven instead of eight? Two of the other guys have ah...other commitments."

"Girlfriends you mean," Mabel laughed. "Yeah, sure...make it seven then. You have the name of the Hotel, just around the corner from here, along with the room number. Don't be early, but don't be late either. Knock three times, my boyfriend will let you in."

"Boyfriend?" I questioned as we watched the guy head back to his table.

"What would you prefer? Bodyguard? Now...finish your drink, we're leaving." She had already finished hers, so I downed mine in an instant, and then stood as she did. "Now we can go back and get prepared," she told me.

I didn't look back as we left the club, but I felt four pairs of eyes watching us go when we did.

"Think they'll actually show up?" I honestly wondered.

"I think two of them for sure, hopefully all three. I usually don't like to party unless there's at least three guys there minimum, including yourself."

I hadn't really considered that until now. "Wouldn't it be better if I just sort of stayed dressed and kept an eye on things? On the situation?" I asked her.

"At first yes, at least until we see how things go, after that...do whatever you're most comfortable with. If you feel like joining in, then do so. If you don't, well...then that's up to you."

She stopped just outside of the door to the hotel before we entered, once again turning towards me. "Steven, it's important that you understand something. Once things start, once they've actually come into the room, I'm not going to hold anything back. You're going to see me as I actually am, with other men present. I will enjoy myself when I do, one hundred percent. So if seeing that, watching that, bothers you at all. Then I suggest you go out and wait in the sitting room outside of the bedroom area until we're finished. Usually, no more than an hour or so tops most of the time, though on occasion, the evenings can go on a bit longer. I don't expect that with these three, especially as two of them at least have girlfriends who'll be waiting for them. So...it won't be a long night. But, if you do find you can't handle it, watching it, I'm going to need you to leave. Understood?"

I nodded my head in agreement with that. Then Mabel kissed me on the cheek, taking my hand in hers, and together we walked into the Hotel and on up to our room.

**

Once we'd gotten up to the room, "May" excused herself, heading off into the bathroom to freshen up and ready herself, asking me to pour us both a couple of drinks. Not really much of a drinker myself, I did manage to pour myself a double scotch along with one for her as I sat down staring at my watch. It was now a quarter to seven, and if May was right, we'd soon have company knocking at the door.

She came out a moment after that, now wearing what appeared to be a wisp of lace material that was more see-thru than not. Even I had to admit she looked hot as hell standing there in front of me the way that she was. Her dark nipples proudly, and clearly evident peeking through, another thin sheer piece of material just barely covering her pussy, which I now noticed she had shaved completely, another totally unexpected surprise.

"You like?" She asked turning around, only then accepting her drink from me.

Admittedly I liked very much and told her so, and there was no doubt in my mind, that the other three guys would very much like seeing her in that too. I had no doubt the party would get started only minutes after their arrival, and I once again found myself trying to prepare for that. Whether I actually stayed in the room with them was something I would soon learn. What I doubted seriously, was that I would actually participate myself.

I'd certainly been around other naked guys before. First off of course in high school in the locker room, which never was a big deal. And even more so when I was in the army during boot camp, where there was even less privacy there than there had been in school. I had stood naked with more guys than I was willing to admit to in the common showers, but where this was different, was that none of those guys ever had an erection in front of one another, at least not any I'd seen anyway.

This, would be totally different. They all would at one time or another at least, if not all at once. And that, I really wasn't honestly too sure about.

**

It was precisely seven o'clock straight up when Mabel and I heard three succinct knocks on our hotel room door.

She smiled, albeit a bit nervously, not for herself...but for me. "Right on time," she stated simply as I hurriedly made my way over to the door, first using the eye-peep to ensure it was them, which it was. All three of them.

Though smiling as they entered, they appeared nervous as well, wondering perhaps if indeed this wasn't some sort of a sham or something, but upon seeing May standing in the middle of the room dressed as she was, now knew otherwise.

It was then that they more formally introduced themselves, eyeing me curiously in the process as they did. I actually found that rather amusing. They were all obviously executive types dressed in nicely pressed shirts and ties, business suits and the like. And all three were closer to Mabel's age than mine. Had they wanted to, I am quite sure the three of them could have taken me, though I know I'd have put up one hell of a fight had they tried. But what was interesting, was the looks of curious respect I was given, as though I perhaps had the combative expertise that could have easily dealt with the three of them together. Obviously as young as I really was, they didn't look at me as being anything more than May's bodyguard perhaps, and as such, someone to be wary of.

But May quickly put them all at ease, not only because of the way she was dressed, but because of her easygoing attitude and obvious excitement. And she truly was excited. Her nipples were rock hard, pressing against the sheer material of her see-through gown.

Having fixed them drinks, she then proceeded to go to each one, loosening their ties, and even making that erotic somehow all by itself. George as he'd called himself anyway, had been the boldest of the lot, the one who had come to our table in the bar. He was tall, a couple of inches at least taller than I, short dark hair, blue eyes and appeared to at least work out on occasion. Mike has he'd called himself was bald, looking a bit like a young Captain Piccard on the Enterprise, even his features looked similar. And then Jason, the youngest of the three perhaps, still not yet thirty, was blonde, as muscular and as well built as I was, which I realized when I eventually saw him nude.

After they had all sat down to enjoy their drinks, May then proceeded to explain to them her "conditions", serious about it, and letting them know as she did so, that nothing else would be tolerated, and the moment any of them did, or tried anything else outside of that, they'd all be asked to leave, and the party would be over.

Once again, it was interesting to note just how fine they all seemed to be with that, accepting what she'd told them without any question, and without any hope, or even want...for taking it further than that.

"So...what's next then?" George asked, obviously excited, and a bit more willing than his friends to get naked and get the party rolling.

Seizing the moment, and the opportunity to do just that, May walked over undoing the belt on his slacks, lowering his zipper, and then slipping her hand inside, withdrawing his rapidly hardening cock a moment later. Having done that, she then walked over and proceeded to do the exact same thing to the other two. George meanwhile finished undressing himself fully while she did, soon naked and obviously aroused as his somewhat shier friends finally did so as well. May was quick to ensure their pricks were given attention however, walking back and forth amongst all three, offering them her breasts to be played and toyed with, ensuring their erections didn't dwindle as they got used to seeing one another in an aroused state.

I remained fully clothed of course, taking it all in. Surprised that I could actually find this somewhat arousing, up until now anyway, and knowing that I too was beginning to get hard. My advantage perhaps was in the knowing. I didn't have to reveal myself, and most likely wouldn't either, so I could afford to stand there and allow it to happen.

With all three of them now entirely naked, May had them stand in front of her side-by-side. She enjoyed holding onto two of them, working them simultaneously with her hands, then trading off for a different pair, doing so again for several more moments. She even placed two of their cocks side by side, stroking them together, which surprised me that they allowed her to do that. But perhaps it was because she really only did have two hands, and that there were three of them, that they went along with it. I really didn't know. It was still interesting to watch.

May then reminded them all, they could come on her as often as they liked, wherever they liked, but of course never in her. And, she also told them, she wanted to know it when they were about to, as she enjoyed knowing that, especially as she could then be ready to actually see it when they did. Her excitement and enthusiasm was obvious, and I knew then, she was indeed not holding back. But by now...neither where any of them.




Maybel-line Ch. 02



It was then that she led two of them by their pricks into the bedroom, George following closely behind. As they did, I stood there hesitating, wondering if I should remain outside, but then convinced myself, that unless I did go in, at least for a few minutes anyway, I might not fully understand all this. And thus...not have all I needed for whatever final decision it was, I would make.

Having entered the bedroom, May proceeded to remove the black bit of nothingness she had on, doing a bit of a tease with that even as she did, until all she was wearing was the equally see-thru bit of triangular cloth between her legs. This she did leave on for a moment longer, crawling up into the middle of the bed. All three men standing around it looking down at her, not entirely sure what to do next beyond standing there fisting themselves, which May obviously enjoyed watching them do.

Admittedly it was erotic, watching May lie there, slipping her hand down inside the waistband of her delicate panties, fingering herself uninhibitedly as she did. George tentatively reached out, now fondling one her of breasts, as with her free hand, she reached up, once again clasping the man's rigid cock.

Now, it's not like I have an eye for these things, this was pretty much my first ever experience seeing so many cocks...at least hard ones anyway, all at once. Captain Piccard as I came to think of him, had a cock similar in size and shape to my own, Jason's was perhaps the smallest, though only slightly, though far slimmer in shape, which perhaps made it look and appear a bit smaller than it really was. George on the other hand, well...seeing how big he truly was, gave me some insight into his self-confidence and boldness. He was indeed big, and very thick around too. I found myself actually wondering if May could have even handled something that size inside her, once again pleased to realize, she wouldn't even be attempting to. Though she herself found it rather amusing that she couldn't fit her entire hand around his manhood no matter how hard she tried. And she sure tried.

"Show me how you enjoy jerking a cock off this big yourself!" She told him. "I want to see how you enjoy doing it."

He seemed a little hesitant at first, somewhat embarrassed even in front of his friends, but she reached down inside her panties, and produced what I now knew to be a droplet of her own secret sauce, smearing that about the head of his prick with her finger.

"Use that," she told him suggestively, which he began doing. He did indeed appear to use both hands at once as he stood there stroking his shaft. I'd done that myself, but usually hand over hand, one after the other. I didn't quite have room enough for both the way George did.

Soon Mike and Jason came over to get a dollop of pussy cream treatment from May as well. She smeared more of her essence on them, and then some more on George's cock, watching them lather themselves up with it quite wickedly. By now, I was more than half tempted to feel that for myself, but remained rigidly still, and yet rigidly hard too...by the door.

Now growing a bit bolder, Mike slipped his finger under that dainty little triangle of cloth. Spreading her legs more easily for him, May was soon treated to a double fingering of her wet juicy cunt as Mike probed at her from one side, with Jason now probing at her from the other, each one of them now fingering her inside. She groaned audibly, still stroking George's cock, just long enough as it was that she bent it towards herself, rubbing it back and forth across her nipples.

I could feel my own cock pressing against my pants, emotions a whirl of confusion, as I did in fact find myself more than aroused, a bit jealous as well, an emotion I hadn't had to deal with too often, but the arousal at the moment far surpassed any reasoning I might have entertained towards that.

"You ready for one?" Jason asked, his voice hot and lusty as he looked at her, fisting his own cock, now furiously as he worked it up and down.

"Yes please!" May said excitedly.

"Where would you like it?"

"Anywhere, shoot it anywhere you'd like...just do it so I can watch you cum!" She cried out deliriously at this point.

Jason moved forwards a little, aiming his prick down towards her breasts, and then moments later, calling out his release just as she had asked them to do.

"Gonna fucking cum!" He stated, looking, saying it again, and then squirting. He splashed against her right breast several times before moving over and now squirting against the other one. He didn't cover it quite as completely as he had the first, but enough that May now held each of her breasts, smearing his spent cream equally between the two of them.

"Fuck me...me!" George now groaned, standing nearer her head, his first spurt missing her head entirely, so forceful a jettison as it was, landing somewhere across the bed and then onto the carpet as I watched it. The bizarreness of seeing it, yet appreciating the strength of it surprising me. He didn't miss her with the next, or the next, or the one after that either. Her dark hair, the forehead of her face, and most of one cheek was covered in his thick gooey cream. May continued pumping his prick, droplets of it now sticking to the head, oozing down, wrapping themselves about her fingers as she now reached down, adding that to the still sticky mess covering her tits.

"Turn over!" Mike suddenly asked, seizing the moment and the opportunity. May did so, happily presenting her ass to him, her pink lips peeking out, winking at him from behind. He walked over, nearer towards her ass, I thought for a moment he might actually try and spear her with his prick, making motion to walk over, but then froze in mid-step. He too cried out then, pointing the swollen knob of his purple-tipped cock at the puckered opening of May's ass, and cried out.

"Oh yeah, take it baby, take it! Take my spunk against your sweet tight ass!" In seconds, he was splurging against it, his spunk easily shooting well up her back, and then down again as he now held himself against her, rolling his prick back and forth in the gooey syrup he'd just produced, smearing it across her ass cheeks with his dick-head until he at last became too sensitive to continue, and stepped away.

Although they'd all been told they could cum as many times as they liked, it became quickly obvious as they all stood there looking at one another sheepishly for a moment afterwards, even though they were smiling.

"Well, I hate to cum and run," George quipped...but like I told you earlier, unfortunately we all of us have plans later."

As though being their spokesman, the three of them hurriedly dressed, and were out the door in less than ten minutes time. I found it somewhat amusing at the sudden hurried rush at the end, though May seemed to do too, laughing about it with me after they had gone.

"That's usually what happens, most of the time anyway. Cum and runs, I used to call them. It's really rare when someone stays to cum more than once, though usually, the only time I actually see that, is when we've managed to get five or six complete strangers together. Then for some oddball reason, no one seems to be in as big a hurry to leave, so the parties are generally a lot longer. Needless to say, I was sort of expecting that to happen with these guys, and not at all surprised that it did."

"Did you even cum?" I asked curiously.

"Not yet...but I will," she said smiling at me. "But first, we need to deal with that thing too!" She said pointing at my groin, the evidence of my own hard firm erection very apparent. "Unless of course, you've come to any decisions yet."

"Not yet...I still need to think things through a bit more," I confessed, but I did grin back at her..."but you are right about the other thing though...I would like to join the party now, even if I'm a late cummer to the event?"

"Normally, after such a short party I'd go out fishing again, bring back another group of guys," she said once again stunning me a little by the admission. "But under the circumstances, you've probably gotten somewhat of an idea of what I was trying to tell you about myself. So...we'll just stay in tonight and party by ourselves. However...I'm still in the mood for some kink," she stated, and then disappeared back into the bedroom for a moment. When she returned she was wearing a short but modest bathrobe.

"Going somewhere?"

"In a minute, yes. But before I do...come over here."

She was standing by the window holding open the curtain in our room. I walked over looking out. We were on the second floor, the hotel pool just below us as our room overlooked the courtyard down below.

"Yeah? So?"

"That's where I'll be in a few minutes, looking up at you," she told me the look in her eyes lustful, wild. "When you see me, open the curtains. I'll expect you to be naked by then, jerking yourself off here in the window."

"What?"

Though I hesitated, looking a bit wild-eyed myself now, in a different way, she continued not allowing me to interrupt her.

"I'll hold my robe open so you can look at me while you do. If I close it, you'll know someone's coming so you can move away from the window. But if I don't you're to keep going until I see your cream hit the window pain. I want to see it splatter against it while I stand there and watch you. Afterwards, you can fuck me until the sun comes up if you want to." With that, she turned heading towards the door.

"Mabel! Mabel?"

She had gone through the door without turning back around to look at me, and then disappeared.

I stood there for a moment, and then hurriedly took off my clothing. I couldn't believe I was actually going to do this, but then the excitement of doing such a silly thing...a dangerous thing, a totally wild thing such as this, at least for me, suddenly seemed exciting as hell.

Peering through the curtains looking down, I saw Mabel emerge from the building, opening the fenced in area. She crossed from there over towards the pool, now standing taking a quick look about. Seconds later she stood there with her robe open, only she didn't hold it open as she said she would. She dropped it entirely! She now stood there totally naked looking up expectantly where I stood. I pulled the curtains completely open, now standing as vulnerably as she was in a way. Now in the open window, I began stroking my cock, looking down at her as she stood there. Mabel spreading her legs slightly, one hand down between them as she obviously began finger-fucking herself. I wondered as she did...if anyone else could see her. If anyone else was now watching, having happened to suddenly look out, see this gorgeous naked woman standing there by the pool, pleasuring herself.

"Fuck!" I moaned hotly, my own words adding to my instant pleasure. The sound of my hand now pumping my dick, squeezing it, producing a nice droplet of precum which I now smeared about the head of my prick as Mabel stood down below, watching me do so.

She was grinning from ear to ear, one hand now coming up to cup and begin fondling her breast. I watched as she tweaked her hard extended nipple, pulling on it. In doing so, she stretched her breast out wickedly, shaking it just holding onto her nipple. Her fingers busy between her legs likewise now pinching her tender clit. I again groaned, pressing my dick against the cool window pain, flattening it. I couldn't hear her, but I could see her laugh delightedly when I did that, so I continued to do so. As though attempting to reach her somehow from up here with my cock.

"Cum! Squirt! Shoot!" I could see her mouth saying, forming the unheard words as I stood there looking down at her. And I did indeed feel the pleasure within my balls, the excitement of what I had seen this evening having already escalated my need. But now seeing Mable standing below me, the danger of someone seeing her as she stood there now tickling the pleasure as it began to rise up the length of my shaft.

I watched the first massive spurt leap from the tip of my cock, splashing against the window just as she'd asked. That was soon followed by another, and then another as she stood below me, watching it, now furiously working her clit between her legs as she did so.

I stood there watching my spunk running down the length of the window, cum splats above, streamers of it leading away from those streaking the window. I looked down once again...she was gone. Another couple, a man and a woman just then entering the pool area. I grabbed the curtains yanking them closed, my heart beating a hundred miles an hour. Seconds later the door to our room opened, Mabel came running in, breathless, still excited herself once again opening the window curtains to look at the carnage I'd created.

"Nice load!" She told me. "And that looked so fucking hot, seeing it hitting the window, and then running down it," she added. She now placed her hand over the cum puddles still clinging to it, smearing it even more broadly until the window had turned foggy with my spending, laughing as she did.

"Ah...maybe I should get something to clean that off with?" I suggested.

Once again Mabel laughed. "Don't worry about it, I've already left a couple of hundred dollars in an envelope for the maid, I'm sure she'll take care of it for us when she cleans the room."

Embarrassed at leaving the window looking like that regardless, Mabel then drew me towards her, her robe once again falling about her feet. "Now...like I told you, you're welcome to fuck me until the sun comes up," she said. "Unless you'd rather not."

We nearly accomplished that too, both falling asleep hours later, still entwined in one another's arms.

**

In the morning, we dressed, now ravenous and headed downstairs to the hotel buffet and coffee shop. Finding a somewhat secluded table, we began feasting on a wide variety of breakfast foods along with plenty of nice hot coffee. And even as we ate, I found myself thinking about the night before, the things I had seen, felt and no longer really wondered about. But there were others I was.

"So tell me," I began, chasing some yoke on my plate with a bit of bread. "Have these parties ever included other women?"

She laughed at that almost spilling her orange juice. "Sometimes. There have been a few instances where a woman has willingly come up and joined us. But I usually have to go to a different area of town for the odds of that to happen. There's a few bars in another section of town where if there's any possibility of that taking place, that we'll find it there. The hotels nearby aren't nearly as nice as this place, but they're clean...and safe. And it has been an interesting experience when there have been one or two other women involved. Admittedly, I do enjoy fingering another woman's pussy too. Does that surprise you?" She now asked.

"Surprise me? No. Make me horny? Yes." And then I showed her that I was. Drawing her attention down towards my lap, she could see the obvious bulge pressing against my jeans.

"My my...you're full of all kinds of surprises aren't you?" She said reaching over beneath the table, placing her hand on my penis, squeezing it. "I'd have thought after our marathon fuck session, you'd be wiped out."

"Yeah, me too...I'm still a bit surprised myself that I could be this aroused again so soon!"

"So I take it...you've made a decision then?" she asked now pressing me even more firmly within her hand.

It was only at that very moment that I did. "Yes," I told her breathlessly. "I'm willing to at least try...try to continue to understand it, experience this with you," I told her as she fumbled with my zipper, undoing it, removing my hard stiff cock.

"That's all I ask," she said softly. "And even when...and if...you decide otherwise, at least tell me before hand, just don't up and disappear on me."

"I won't," I half moaned as she began working my cock slowly up and down there beneath the table, patrons and waiters alike, busy about their meals, totally oblivious to the ecstasy I was now feeling.

"Tell me," she giggled.

"What here?"

She laughed a bit louder, drawing some attention for a moment, but then whispering. "Not loudly," she mused. "But I will need to do something here before you do," she again giggled, removing her cloth napkin from the table, placing it down on my thigh.

"Oh...yeah," I said realizing I might need to.

"But I still like hearing it anyway," she giggled again, her fingers now scissoring the head of my prick which was leaking profusely as she smeared my cock-juice over and around it, delighting my senses.

"Well in that case...prepare yourself. Because I'm going to shoot a nice hot load," I whispered to her.

Mabel quickly covered my prick with the napkin, but continued to fondle me through it, now forcefully jacking it up and down. I hovered on the edge only for a moment, then felt the delicious spurt of my prick as my cum flew into the napkin she had covered it with. Even then I felt the moisture seeping through it, as she did, smiling wickedly, turning towards me looking down, watching the cream ooze through the fine material and into her hand.

"Hmmm nice, now I wish I'd ordered strawberries!" she giggled even louder, and then took away my cum soiled napkin, placing it onto her plate. I looked at her in surprise, but she again just laughed. "It will give the staff something to talk about," she explained. Now then...it's my turn!"

As I zipped up putting things away, Mabel somehow managed to slip off her thong, handing it to me. She was wearing a light summer dress, which did make it easy, as she bunched up part of her dress closest to me.

"Give me your spoon," she said.

I did, but she didn't take it from me. 

"No...between my legs. Use that, run the smooth side up and down between my lips, tap my clitty with it," she told me.

I began doing so, softly at first, all the while sipping my coffee, my eyes roaming about the room ensuring no one was aware of what was actually taking place here.

"Oh yeah, yeah...that's nice. Do it a little harder now, tap my clit harder. Harder than that! Harder!"

I did so, trying not to make so much noise however, a bit worried when someone walked over a bit too closely, toning it down, though picking up the speed again the moment they'd passed.

"Oh yeah baby...that's it, that's it. Now...spoon it, spoon my pussy...run it up my split!"

She was coming. And as she did, her cream flowed from her cunt in abundance. I looked down, running the tip up her groove, collecting her nectar as I did, watching it ooze out of her in thick frothy display.

Without even being asked, I lifted the spoon to my mouth, cleaning it off, and then running it up and down her again, seeking more.

"Now I wish we'd ordered strawberries," I told her grinning as I licked and cleaned off the second spoon of her delight.

We sat for a moment longer both of us still collecting ourselves. "Well? Shall we? If we're going to party again tonight, I still have a few things to do and prepare for. And I'd suggest, that you go home and get some sleep. If we're lucky, this will be an even longer, wilder night. And I have a pretty good feeling, that it will be!"

Once again Mabel left a sizeable tip, telling me that she was definitely not hurting for money as much as she'd been throwing around lately. We soon after left the hotel and restaurant, heading back to her place. She wanted me to drive, which I did. And the entire way back, I sat watching her as she once again fingered herself all the way home.

I knew then, being around her with her...was going to be an interesting experience.

To be continued...



Maybel-line Ch. 03



I did indeed sleep late into the afternoon when the phone rang.

"How soon can you be ready?" Mabel asked me. "I've booked a room," she continued before I was even awake enough to answer. "I've stayed there before, not as fancy as the Marriott, but it's clean and spacious enough to party in. I thought we'd go over, check in, and then see if we can have a bit of fun even before tonight."

"Give me an hour," I told her rolling out of bed.

She laughed. "Still in bed are we? Ok...an hour then, dress easy, jeans...tee shirt, this won't be the dress-suit crowd we'll be scoping out tonight like we did last night," she reminded me.

I was ready in forty-five minutes and headed over to her place. In addition to a small overnight bag, she informed me she was also bringing her "toy" bag as she called it in the event we were lucky enough to include at least one other woman tonight. We soon after headed out arriving at the inexpensive, but well known hotel a short time later. This time we were on the top floor of a nine floor unit. The room was spacious enough with a fairly large bedroom and a sitting room adjacent to that, all open but comfortable enough to move around in. It was still early yet according to Mabel before we'd actually go out and cruise any bars. Not quite six in the evening yet, she informed me we should go down to the lobby bar, hang around there for a bit and see if there was anyone we might find interesting enough to approach for a "quickie" as she called it.

And unlike the night before, we ordered a couple of beers, sitting there at the bar sipping them as Mabel glanced about the sparsely filled room. Only a handful of customers were there, a small pool table off in the back where a couple of men were playing, neither of which Mabel paid much attention to. 

"What about those two?" I asked curiously, wondering why she'd already passed them over.

"They're gay," she said simply.

I looked again, there was nothing about them, either of them that would have suggested that to me. I heard some people had what they called gay-dar, but for the life of me I couldn't determine that from where I was sitting. Mabel noticed me continuing to look in their direction having obviously given up on anyone else currently within the room.

"The one on the right has black fingernails," she informed me. "Plus, if you notice, he's subtly touched the other guys hand whenever he's passed him the chalk for their pool sticks."

I looked a bit closer, observing. Sure enough he did, and his smile every time they switched turns now had more of a noticeable look to it than just being friendly and having a good time, though they were.

"Damn, you're good!" I told her. "I certainly didn't pick up on that."

Mabel laughed. "Only because I've had plenty of practice doing this," she told me. "I've learned to read people fairly well."

It was then that a guy came walking out of the restroom in the back. We hadn't seen him before when we'd come in. He had taken a booth, but appeared to be alone. He didn't even bother sitting down again, throwing a couple of bucks on the table, and then finishing his beer as he stood there. He turned and appeared to be heading out the door.

"Come on," she said taking me by the hand. "Let's see where this leads!"

Following, we trailed him through the lobby where he stopped briefly at a magazine stand perusing a few of them before deciding there was nothing of interest there.

"I bet he's here on business...and alone," she informed me as we now watched the guy slowly making his way over towards the elevators. "Come on," she grinned once again pulling me along with her as we headed towards them as he stood waiting for the doors to open. "Follow my lead, and don't get all shy on me," she whispered just as we reached him, standing off to one side. He looked at us briefly. Mabel flashed him a smile, somehow managing to dig in her left breast against the side of my chest. The movement didn't go unnoticed as he stood there looking at her, even after the doors to the elevator had opened.

"Going up?" he asked.

He waited until we'd entered the elevator before stepping inside himself, though Mabel was already answering his question as we did that.

"Hopefully, going down too," she grinned wickedly. His look now confused, as was mine. "Just something about elevators that excites me," she said her hand now coming over to rub against the not quite noticeable bulge in my jeans. No one had even pushed the buttons to their floors yet as the doors closed.

"Floor?" He now asked having realized that, though his attention was now elsewhere as Mabel continued fondling my prick with her hand.

"No...I'll just lean over," she giggled unzipping my fly. He laughed at that, and then pushed the top floor button.

"No guarantee's someone else won't be going up too," he informed her.

"That's part of the fun and excitement though isn't it?" She responded now taking out my rapidly stiffening cock. I was surprised I could find myself as aroused as I was, nervous as I was, as Mabel continued to fondle my prick in front of a complete and total stranger.

For the first time he addressed me, grinning. "Damn fucking lucky. Never had anyone do that for me in all the years I've been traveling around. And I've spent a lot of time going up and down in elevators," he informed us.

"You mean you've never had a woman play with your dick in an elevator?" Mabel said in surprise.

He shook his head no, pretty sure this was about as close as he'd ever come to that. And then she reached over. "Well we can't have that now...can we?"

The moment she placed her hands on the front of his crotch, I swore I saw his cock twitch beneath the fabric of his slacks. "What floor are you on?" she now asked. We'd just then reached the top, the doors starting to open, which obviously made him nervous as he attempted to step back just in case anyone was waiting. Mabel had anticipated that however, grabbing him even more firmly not letting go. The doors opened, no one stood waiting much to his relief, but admittedly, the thought of that had even excited me more than I already was, my cock rigidly hard sticking out of the front of my jeans.

"Seventh floor," he said sheepishly, "but...I'm not here alone either," he now said in warning. 

"Oh? Wife? Girlfriend perhaps?" Mabel asked still teasing his dick.

"Ah...no," he grimaced pleasurably as the doors closed. Once again no one had pushed any buttons. "Just another guy I work with."

"So obviously going back to your room is out of the question then."

He shook his head yes, that it was. Unfortunately the elevators started to move, informing us that someone below had sent for the elevator. Mabel pushed the button for the seventh floor. We slowed almost immediately, the doors once again opening.

"Come on," she grinned taking each of us by the hand, leading us out. "Let's find the stairs!"

They were just around the corner. The hall was empty as we approached them, Mabel brazenly pushing against the door leading us both into the stairwell. "This high up, no one ever takes the stairs," she informed us. "We should have plenty of privacy, long enough for me to get the two of you off anyway," she now added.

He looked at me curiously as she fished out his prick, finally releasing it from his slacks.

"She enjoys doing this," I said simply not knowing what else to say. "And I'm finding I rather enjoy the fact that she does," I now added as the two of us stood there, cocks out, each of us wondering what was next. Mabel answered the question shortly.

"Would you prefer a nice slick hand job? Or a blow job? But if you prefer that, I only do it with you wearing a condom," she informed the guy. "But I do have some in my purse if you'd prefer that," she now added.

"A...a...hand job would be just fine," he informed her as she now stood each of our cocks within her hand as she continued to stand there fondling the two of us side-by-side.

"You can play with my tits too if you'd like. It just so happens that I have two of them."

This time he didn't even hesitate, reaching over to lift up her tee shirt, exposing her bare breasts which she'd purposely left uncovered just for this very purpose. Though I am sure her hard pointed little nipples pressing against the material of her blouse were further enticement to unsuspecting participants. Even I locked eyes on her twin teats as he exposed them. I'd already seen them, and yet seeing them again...here, now, was like seeing them for the first time myself. The atmosphere, the decadence of the three of us standing there in the stairwell, dicks out as Mabel stroked them was highly erotic and sensual.

And now, fondling her other breast myself as the stranger did just seemed to heighten this experience even more.

"Hmm, I do so love having my titties played with, especially when I'm enjoying being able to fondle a nice hard cock. And in this case, two of them too boot!" She grinned hotly.

Standing together as close as we were anyway, I was taken off guard, as was he, as Mabel suddenly pulled us even closer, our dicks suddenly coming together as she placed them side by side within her hand, still rubbing and working them up and down.

"I love doing this," she informed us both, and proceeded to continue, with neither one of us making any complaints or acting like this was a "gay" thing neither one of us were interested in. And though she stood there rubbing our cocks back and forth against one another, I wasn't thinking in those terms whatsoever, just enjoying the feel of her hand as she managed to work us up and down simultaneously.

"I ah..." he stammered, his look obvious, a bit worried an unsure.

"Just tell me, I love hearing guys tell me when they're ready to squirt," she informed him.

"Yeah...she really does," I added. "It's sort of her thing."

"Oh, and like you don't enjoy saying it when you do!" She grinned looking towards me.

"Didn't say that," I told her. "And trust me...you will when I do," I added already clenching my teeth now just as our stranger friend seemed to be.

"Where?" He groaned, now moaning only moments away now from doing just that.

"Where else? On my tits of course!" she told him. "I love feeling all that wet hot sticky juice splattering against my breasts!"

"In that case...then I'm gonna..." he moaned closing his eyes.

"Say it!" She told him, now kneeling down on the floor between us. "Go on, say it...tell me what you're going to do!"

"I'm gonna cum."

"Where?"

"On your tits!"

"When?"

"Now! Fucking now!" He cried out, and then launched a streamer of jisim from the tip of his prick, splurging against her as she continued pumping his shaft, his sperm tossed wildly about, some of it shooting even over her shoulder hitting the wall behind us where we all stood.

Just seeing that, her other hand still working my prick as I watched, watched his cum now not quite as forcefully shooting out, more like dribbling from his cock tip onto her fingers. I felt my own release suddenly begin, announcing it.

"Oh yeah baby! Gonna squirt too babe...here it comes babe, gonna shoot, gonna fucking cum!"

I didn't wonder or really think about it until later, yelling out my pleasure there on landing, the sounds of which reverberated down the hallow sounding stairwell. At the time however, I could have cared less. Mabel now aiming my prick at her breasts, though the first few spurts of which actually landed on her tee shirt instead, staining it with my semen. She didn't seem to mind however, actually enjoying the decadent look of it as it puddled there against her. She even finished wiping me off against her sleeve, smears of my spunk clearly noticeable, as she now stood once again, taking the hem of her shirt, using it as a cloth to now wipe off the remaining spunk residue from the other guys prick.

"Fuck!" He moaned happily, pleasurably, now uninhibitedly fondling himself as she turned her attention back to me, unlike him, and without the use of a rubber, now wrapping her lips around my cock, sucking it, cleaning it off.

She did so for a minute longer, and then stood once again. "Now...my turn," she informed the two of us, surprising us both with this unexpected request.

Still wearing her cum-stained top, though it remained bunched up and over her bare breasts, she quickly wiggled out of her tight fitting jeans, slipping out of her sandals as well, removing them. She had nothing on underneath which didn't at all surprise me.

What did surprise me, was when Mabel climbed up onto the safety railing, balancing herself on the top bar, her feet planted on the second safety railing for support. "Ok you two, get over here and finger me, play with my clit, finger fuck my cunt!" Even then she directed the two of us as we approached her. "You," she said speaking to me without calling me by name, "You work my clit...pinch it and rub it for me," she told me. "And you..." she said pointedly taking his hand, then extending his middle finger. "You slide this inside of me just like this. You should feel a nice soft little spot just inside, use that finger to tease me with," she informed our very smiling friend.

We now stood the two of us once again side-by-side, my hand working her clit just as she had asked, though I was also close enough to lean over, capturing one of her magnificent breasts between my lips, sucking her hard extended nipple.

"Oh yeah, yeah...that's perfect, oh fuck that feels good!" she informed us both as we continued teasing her with our hands and fingers, though our friend now followed my actions and likewise leaned over to capture and suckle her neglected breast.

"My God she's wet!" 

"Yeah, she tends to get like that," I informed him. "And she likes it when you make a lot of noise, as slippery as she gets."

"You know me too well," Mabel laughed. "But he's right, I like hearing the sounds my pussy makes when I get as wet and as juicy as I often do. So...do like he said. Make naughty sounds with my cream, finger-fuck me so I can hear it!" She now encouraged him.

It wasn't all that difficult a thing to do either. As sloppy wet as Mabel's cunt was, the sounds he began making as he pummeled her pussy with his finger were now echoing within the stairwell. The juicy, frothy, slippery sounds of her cunt as the two of us stood there finger-fucking her split had given new life to each one of our erections. Though I half suspected that Mabel knew that it would.

"Oh yeah...make me fucking come," she all but demanded. "Make me juice...nice and hard, and then I want to see you juicing again too, think you can do that for me?" she asked our friend. "Think you can squirt another nice hot load all over my cunt?" she asked him.

I certainly knew I could...but I was thinking about later. The last thing I wanted to do was overextend myself. The evening was still early yet, Mabel's idea of a quickie suddenly turning into much more than that.

Seconds later however, she was crying out, her scream of pleasure actually worrying me, wondering as she did so if someone from maintenance perhaps might have overheard her somewhere down below. Though I could only stand there and imagine the person's thoughts if they had. How many people actually had come out here on the landing and done this in the past? We couldn't have been the first people to ever do so.

"Got another one for me then?" Mabel asked as she slipped off the railing, contentedly spent for the moment. But only for the moment as I would come to realize and understand.

And not too surprising, he was indeed hard as hell again.

"I do, but I think I could go for that condom-covered blowjob you offered in the beginning," he requested.

Mabel shot me a quick brief inquisitive look, but my own in return assured her all was well, and that I found myself ok with that, and curiously interested to watch her do that. She smiled almost as quickly as she turned reaching for her purse, seconds later withdrawing a condom from the side pocket.

"These are special ones...just for this purpose," she informed him as she tore open the package, and then placed the condom inside her own mouth. The wrapper said all natural, non-lubricated, as she then leaned forward expertly rolling down the condom over his dick with her mouth, not even using her hands.

"Fucking A!" He groaned pleasurably as she did so. And then stood there likewise leaning against the railing as she proceeded to suck him off.

It didn't take her very damn long this time either, perhaps a minute or two at the most until he was informing her of his second impending release. Her head continued to bob up and down however, her mouth working its magic along the length of his shaft as he came, crying out almost as loudly as she had.

When he was finished, Mabel removed her mouth from him, the end of his condom hanging, the reservoir tip nearly full. I was fairly certain there wasn't as much there as he'd managed to spurt the first time, but he'd given a pretty good accounting of himself for a second, fairly soon after orgasm.

"Pour it on me," she now instructed him as he skimmed the condom off his dick, holding it up as she'd asked, and now pouring the contents of it over her soft breasts. "Oh yeah, that's nice," she said gathering in his cream, rubbing it into herself as he and I stood there watching her, me once again proudly erect and half tempted to have her do the same thing to me.

But she now made it clear, our time here had come to an end.

"Well, this was certainly fun, and I'm glad that we met you," she told our unknown friend. "But...we have plans later, so should probably go to our room so I can freshen up before then."

"By the way, my name is..."

"No, don't tell me!" She said shushing him placing her fingertips against his lips. "I don't want to know, it's a bit naughtier that way," she stated smiling. "But...it was nice meeting you anyway," she added. "At least now, you can say you've had your cock fondled in an elevator."

He laughed at that, nodding his head, and then waved good-bye disappearing moments later back through the door.

"We'll take the stairs," she giggled. "It's only two floors up."

I expected her to dress, though she did put her sandals back on. Though she also left her tee shirt up and over her exposed breasts as we began climbing the stairs. "Our room should be the first one around the corner as I recall," she informed me. "When we get there, you have a quick peek, make sure the coast is clear and then walk over and open the door for me."

We were safely inside the room moments later. "Pour us a drink, and then bring it into me while I shower," she told me. "And after that, I'll tell you what we're doing next."

**

Mabel informed me that there were three bars all within easy walking distance back to our hotel. Though the first one we'd be going to would be the one where we had the best chance of including another woman. She also told me however that if I was expecting us to pick up some flawless beauty, that we might as well not even go there. It was a bar where a lot of truckers hung out, including several female truck drivers. And though some of them were indeed gay, or lesbians, not all of them were. And some few she had said would be looking for a little action while in town. So...if we were lucky, patient, then we might indeed have one or two join us later on up in our room.

I was good with that, looking more at the experience itself more than anything else, just as Mabel was. Once again she had worked up some new cards to take along with her, intending to hand those out as she thought appropriate once we'd sat and scanned the bar for potential play-partners. And much to my delight, there were several already there when we entered, a surprising fair number of women as well as men. Obviously many of them knew one another from driving routes along the same stretch of highway, and often came here to this very bar whenever they were in town.




Maybel-line Ch. 03



"We're in luck tonight," Mabel informed me. "This might not be quite so difficult after all!" She said grinning from ear to ear. I looked over towards where she was looking as we slowly approached the bar. Two women happened to be there at the time, one sitting on a stool the other standing next to her along with one another guy. The one who was standing was a hard looking woman, though she actually had a pretty face. She was muscularly built as well, but she looked like she could just about deck anyone who got in her way and not break a sweat doing it. Her serious scowl which she had when I first saw her, suddenly turned into one of delightful surprise, softening as she looked up and caught Mabel and I slowly approaching her.

"Well, well. Look what the cat dragged in," she announced as Mabel and I just then reached her. Almost immediately the woman's hand came up, as she placed it quite inappropriately over one of Mabel's boobs. "Nicest set of tits this side of the Rockies," she informed her two friends. "And I should know, I've got to play with them before."

Everyone laughed at that, including Mabel. "So...what brings you in tonight anyway? Fishing again are we?" The woman asked.

"Hopefully, not now," Mabel told her, "Guess that depends on you...and your friends," she stated now waiting for an introduction.

She soon began doing just that. "May? This is a friend of mine from the road, who I often drive the same routes with," she said introducing her. "This is Kay," she grinned. "Not at all into men," she said eying me, "But...she doesn't mind sharing at all," she laughed. "And this here is Big Bob," she said introducing the tall sandy colored haired driver standing next to her. Likewise muscularly built, strong arms, though he did have what appeared to be a bit of a beer gut on him. "They call him that for a couple of reasons. One, he loves their hamburgers," she chuckled. "And two? Well...that one I'll let you find out for yourself if you're interested."

"Hi, I'm..."

"This is my friend James," Mabel, now May said introducing me, using what she now knew to be my middle name. "And this mean-assed hard looking woman here goes by the name of Cujo. She's a Stephen King fanatic for one thing, and to be honest, I'm not sure anyone knows what the hell her real name is anyway. But...doesn't really matter now does it?"

"Cujo?" I asked curiously looking at her. 

"Yeah, they call me that because my bite is far worse than my bark. And I'm known for doing just that if and when I get aroused...sorta like I'm starting to do now just thinking about eating May's pussy here. By the way...you don't happen to have that strap-on dildo with you like you did the last time do you?" she asked speaking just loud enough that a few others had turned their attention towards our more than interesting conversation.

"Just so happens that I did...why? You interested?" May asked.

"Every bit as much as the first time I met you," Cujo stated now leering at her. "So, you already got yourself a room then?" she asked curiously.

"Of course I do," May said. "But I'm really in the mood to party tonight too. So...you're friends interested in joining us later perhaps? Any others you know might like to come as well?"

"Not many others aside from old Bob and Kay here who I'd care having a look at these ole floppy tits...except for perhaps Mike maybe. Even flirted with him a while back, thought it might be interesting to see what his cock looks like, see if it's any bigger than old Bob's here. I don't know Bob, think you could handle the competition?"

He just smiled and laughed at that. "Not here to throw a tape measure against my dick or anyone else's for that matter, just here to have some fun if that's indeed where all this is headed."

Cujo once again looked at me, or rather at my crotch as though sizing me up. "Hey, that reminds me, didn't you have another fella you were with the last time we hooked up?"

"I did...but I've moved on," May said not going into detail. "Time for a change as it were," she informed her. "Now...about this Mike fella? Anyone else?"

"Let me get on the radio, see where he's at. Said he should be here within the hour, told him we'd meet him here. So yeah...there's him. What about you Kay? You know anyone might be interested in joining us?"

"Actually yes, F.C., she works here, though she told me she had the early shift tonight, so she should be getting off here in an hour or so. 

"F.C.?" May asked curiously, "what does that stand for?"

"They call her that, because she's a fifty cent piece," Kay said grinning. 

"Fifty cent piece? What's that?" I asked.

"Thursday nights. They sell shots for fifty cents apiece. Been a standing joke around here for years, she'll match shots with anyone. Anyone who can out drink her, can see her tits. So far...nobody has, or rather those she ain't invited to do so anyway. So that's why they call her fifty cents. But...there's another reason they call her that too. She enjoys heads or tails, just depends on the mood she's in. That's her over there in fact," Kay stated pointing her out.

I leaned over whispering to May. "Anyone around here go by real names?" I asked.

May chuckled. "Honey, those are their real names, real enough anyway. It's all anyone really knows them by. You and I are the one's not using our own if you think about it...so don't."

Kay turned her attention back towards us after waving at F.C. as she bused a nearby table, waving back.

"She gives pretty good head too from what I hear," she said turning towards me. "Especially when she takes her teeth out."

I looked up in her direction. She wasn't a bad looking woman, and she did in fact have enormous tits, far larger than May's even. But now I was trying to envision her with her teeth out, and the sight wasn't pretty.

"I'm just fucking with you," Kay told me laughing, along with everyone else by the sudden worried expression on my face.

"Oh," I said sheepishly feeling dumb.

"Actually, she gives head just as well either way. Lick's pussy good too with them out, almost prefer that."

Once again I was glaring at her.

"I'm still fucking with you," she said slapping her leg. "She's never eaten me with her teeth out, though tonight, I might be willing to have her do that."

I gave up, I no longer knew if she was being serious or not. I figured in time, I might actually find out.

"So ok then, ask her if she'd like to come over to the room later. That, and the other guy Mike. That would make for a nice party. But...no less than that. So find out for me ok? If we need to add a few other people, I need to get fishing and see what I can come up with."

"I do know one other guy who I'm expecting to see later, bet he'd love to join us as well. They call him Mr. Clean on account of the fact he sort of looks like the guy. Tall, big build, baldhead, always wears a white tee shirt, never seen him in anything else either. Bet he wouldn't mind having his dick played with either. Never seen it...not yet anyway, but I've been told he can put any two men to shame."

"Still isn't my intention to measure the size of my cock against anyone else's," Bob stated. "All I care about is getting myself off. If all you gals wanna do is compare pee-pee's, then I'm not interested. Unless of course you want to include comparing clits, then that's something else entirely," he added laughing.

"You just wanna suck my big clit don't you?" Kay said. "Well buddy...not gonna happen. "Though I might entertain fucking Cujo's cunt with my big fucking clit while you fuck her ass, now that might be interesting."

"Honey, no dick's getting within five hundred yards of my tight little ass, including your clit, no matter how big it is. So dream on yourself. Though I might enjoy watching you and May fuck one another's brains out later if you're up for that."

"Count on it baby," Kay said reaching over to give one of Cujo's rather large breasts a friendly little tweak, as she then reached over doing the same to one of Kay's.

"So, same rules as before then?" Cujo asked, turning back towards us. "Or has that changed too?" She wondered.

"Exact same," May informed them all. "The only one I fuck is James here, and the only one he fucks is me. Beyond that? You know what I require. So...pretty much same as before."

Cujo stood. "I'll run out and get on the CB," she told May. "Where and when then so I know what to tell Mike?"

May handed out several of her hand-written cards along with her cell phone number. "Figure a couple of hours from now then, say around eight thirty? Nine?"

"F.C. gets off at eight, so that should work, though I'd best run over and ask her if she'd even be interested," Kay stated and then headed over in the woman's direction. Bob trailed after Cujo as Mabel and I located a table to sit down at and wait for further word.

"Could be an interesting party tonight," Mabel told me. "More women than usual for one, though obviously Kay is a female only participant, didn't figure you'd have too much of a problem with that though, now would you?"

"Not at all," I responded back. "The only thing that worries me...is that I might end up being the one with the short stick here," I told her stupidly, and pridefully concerned. "Sounds like...all three of these guys have got a hell of a lot bigger dicks than I do!"

"Well, even if they do. Just remember. The only one who's going to be sticking their dick inside this woman's pussy...is you. And visa versa," she warned me without needing to further elaborate.

Something I was just fine with too.

**

We had just finished our beers. I was about to stand up and wander over to the bar and order two more when "F.C." came over asking about them herself. She had a warm and friendly smile, though that wasn't what I was looking at, at the moment, not even glancing at her enormous tits either, which I think was what most men usually did. The fact that I wasn't told her what it was I really was looking at.

"That cunt!" She laughed, looking at me, and then seeing me blush as I did that. She now turned her attention back towards May. "She tell you I get off in half an hour? And then hopefully a half an hour or so after that?" she quipped winking at her. 

"She did," May said eying her. "And I'll be looking forward to that, that and seeing if those enormous boobs of yours are real or not."

"Oh they're real alright," she grinned back at her. "Tell you what, I'll go get your beers, then I'll come back and let you fondle one for a moment, see for yourself, provided I get to fondle one of yours too," she added.

"You got a deal," May said. "Provided...you let James here have a feel as well," she challenged the woman. 

She eyed me only briefly, nodding her head. "Be back with the beers," she stated, and then turned and left.

"Well, looks like it really is going to be a wild night after all," May stated excitedly, her hand suddenly reaching over beneath the table, her hand suddenly unzipping my fly. "And by the feel of things, I'd say you're looking forward to it too!" She told me as she somehow managed to free my hard cock from my pants. 

I was really starting to enjoy it too when F.C. came back with our beers. I thought for sure May would remove her hand, but she didn't, making it obvious to our Amazon friend as she stood next to us placing the beers down as to what she was doing.

"Been a while since I've felt one of those," she stated continuing to stand there and watch.

"Be my guest!" May said sliding out of our booth. To my surprise, F.C. exchanged places with her, sliding in next to me, now her hand holding onto my cock instead.

"So...you ever had a blow job from a woman with no teeth?" She asked me point blank. I sat there staring back at her, words failing me. To which she laughed. "No? Well...you won't be getting one of those from me either," she burst out laughing. "At least...not until I get to know you a little better anyway."

"Fucking A!" I then blurted. At this point, I didn't know who and what to believe, which is about the time she took my hand and placed it on her breast.

"Go ahead, feel away. They're real, and they don't come off, or out either," she told me still laughing. I did so, finding out when I did, that F.C., or whatever the fuck her name really was, had the biggest, hardest stiffest nipples I'd ever felt before in my life.

"Unbelievable aren't they?" She asked already knowing the answer. "And I am SO looking forward to fucking May here with one of them too," she now quipped. "I do so love titty-fucking a woman!"

It was that image I now held in my mind's eye as she continued to sit there stroking my cock. "Ok if I make him come for me?" She asked turning to look back at May, "Or will that spoil things for later?"

"Oh I think he can handle that well enough, he's already come once today, and several times last night. So I'd say he's good for it," she stood grinning, looking down at me. 

"Hand me that glass over there," F.C. stated as May walked over to the bar grabbing one of the clean glasses out of the rack, walking it back to her. "Thank you," she said taking it, and then placed it over the end of my prick. "Whenever you're ready," she smiled wickedly. "Let's see some foam!"

Moments later I was doing just that, spurting into the glass as she held it there beneath the table, jerking me off into it. When she was finished, she lifted it, eyeing it, and then smiling...tipped it up to her lips drinking it. I was surprised, and shocked when she did so.

She drained every last drop, now licking her lips smiling broadly. "F.C. also stands for Freaky Cunt, which I am too," she finished, finally standing giving May back her seat. "Which I'm sure you'll agree fits me later on this evening," she smiled. "So...see you later back in your room?"

"Cunt on it," May shot back winking at her.

"Oh, I will....you can cunt on it too," she said laughing back at her and then headed back towards the bar, carrying the cum-fogged glass with her as she did.

**

To be continued... 



Maybel-line Ch. 04



When we looked up from the table and saw the smile on Cujo's face as she approached us, we knew Mike at least would also be joining us. Bob too was grinning, and I couldn't help but notice the now very obvious bulge in his pants as he stood next to her.

"Well?"

"Mike will be here in about twenty..." she said. "Gave him your room number, told him to meet us there. Only thing, he said he'd like to use your shower first after he arrives. Told him that shouldn't be a problem, and no doubt someone would probably join him when he got here. He sort of liked that idea."

"I bet," Mabel laughed. "I've already showered, so I doubt it will be me, though I'd be more than willing to sit there and watch him shower," she said excitedly. "Just something about seeing a man all slick and soapy gets to me."

"No shit, me too!" Cujo told her. "Maybe we can stand there and finger-fuck one another while we watch him shower, I'd like that."

"I'd love watching you two do that too," Bob said joining in, his hand absentmindedly going to his crotch as he stood there thinking about it.

"What about that other guy? Mr. Clean you called him?" Mabel asked though her eyes had followed his hand movement.

"Couldn't reach him," Cujo said, "But I did leave a message for him at the desk, as well as one with the bartender. He gets here...he'll know where to 'come'," she said emphasizing the word purposely. "Oh, and Kay said she and FC will be up in about an hour, just as soon as FC finishes things up here," she added. "So...shall we then? I'd sort of like to get in some pussy-eating before there's too big of a crowd on the bed."

Mabel laughed at that. "I rather like a lot of people on the bed at once," she stated. "Makes for some rather interesting groping all around."

"It does that," she said looking over towards me, and then at Bob who merely continued to stand there smiling. "Let's go!"

**

The doors to the elevator hadn't even closed yet when Mabel turned towards Bob as the four of us stood there.

"Ok, let's see this dick of yours," she told him. "Come on, whip it out for us."

Bob didn't even hesitate, smiling as he reached down unzipping his fly. Seconds later his fairly large prick was sticking out, and though it wasn't nearly as big in length as I was expecting it to be, the head of his dick was enormous. It reminded me of a rounded out mushroom on a thick stalk as he pulled it out, allowing it to dangle there throbbing expectantly.

"Holy shit!" Mabel said. "I'm not sure I could even get that fucker inside my mouth!"

"It's not easy," Cujo mused. "Bob might not have the longest dick I've ever seen, but it's got the biggest fucking head on it for sure! Check this out," she said grinning, and then wrapped her fist around his shaft, holding it there. It was a fairly interesting sight, even I had to admit that. Though her hand easily surrounded his shaft, the head of his prick all but dwarfed her fist as she held him. Swollen, and now growing even more purple than he already was, the contrast between his prick and her hand was obvious. She squeezed it, a large dollop of precum fuck juice suddenly appearing at the tip, bubbling forth as it lazily rolled over and then down between her fingers.

"I love seeing that," she said squeezing it again, producing another. "I love making a guy's dick all nice and slippery."

"Me too," Mabel laughed just as the doors opened. To my surprise, Bob made no effort to tuck his prick away, nor did Cujo remove her hand from it as we stepped out into the hallway. "This way," Mabel said leading the three of us, Cujo pulling Bob along behind her, his hard stiff prick still in her hand.

Inserting her key-card, Mabel entered our hotel room, her hands already reaching for the hem of her blouse pulling it up and over her head barely feet inside the room. Walking over to the sliding doors on our small overlook deck, she actually stepped outside looking over the railing bare breasts and all before turning. By the time she had, Cujo too had pulled off her own tee shirt, undoing the bra she'd been wearing and letting it fall. In seconds she moved towards May, embracing her as the two of them stood there kissing, their bare breasts pressing against one another.

"Now that's...fucking hot!" Bob stated, his own hand now slowly milking his prick as the two of us stood there watching them.

"Actually, that's hot!" Mabel grinned looking over towards us, or rather at Bob as he stood there fully dressed, his enormous prick sticking out of his pants as he continued to fondle it while watching the two girls embracing. "Come on James," Mabel winked. "Time to join the party!"

Although somewhat self-conscious, and more than a bit nervous, I now did as she'd asked. Unzipping myself, and fishing out my own hard erect cock, which I was at least glad that it was. Though perhaps a bit longer, and thick around enough, the head of my prick was far slimmer, and looked almost puny in comparison to Bob's.

"About fucking time," Cujo said now seeing me as I stood there. She quickly popped the buttons on Mabel's jeans, her hand immediately slipping down beneath the waistband, her fingers quickly locating the wet slippery furrow she found there. Mabel moaned as the woman's fingers obviously began toying with her, though she did so only for a moment longer before taking her hand out again, licking off her fingers.

"Hmm, sweet and oh so tasty!" She now said still licking them off, though she immediately undid the belt on her own jeans removing it. "Ok, time to get naked," she stated after that, and quickly began removing the rest of her clothing just as Mabel did. "Well? You two just going to stand there jerking off...with your clothes on or what? At least get naked while you do that," she added giggling.

Bob and I quickly stripped off the rest of our clothing as Mabel and Cujo walked over to the bed sitting down on the end of it.

"James? How about fixing us a couple of drinks?" Mabel asked me. I wandered over to the small side bar, my cock bobbing up and down excitedly as I did so. Admittedly it was a strange feeling to be standing there fixing drinks for everyone with my cock hard as a fucking rock sticking out in front of me the way it was. Not only that, but standing there as I fixed our drinks, seeing Cujo beckoning for Bob to walk over to them promised to prove interesting, which it quickly became.

"I love chewing on this fucker," Cujo said her hand once again wrapping itself about shaft of Bob's cock, pulling him down onto the bed with her. "Here...hold it for me while I do that," she grinned wickedly.

Now lying on his back with Mabel sitting off to the side, Cujo slid up between his legs, her tongue quickly snaking out to tickle the tip of his prick as Mabel held it.

"Feed it to me," she told her. "I like that."

Mabel indeed did that, holding Bob's enormous prick in her hand, stroking it softly up and down, her hand bumping against the flanged head of his mushroom-like prick. Cujo, true to her word began nibbling at it with her teeth, softly nipping and biting at the exposed flesh sending shivers of delight up and down Bob's spine as he closed his eyes groaning appreciatively. I stood, now sipping my drink, enjoying the spectacle as Mabel looked over towards me smiling, nodding her head in approval at me. I chuckled, realizing I was fisting myself as I stood there watching the three of them.

"I love watching a man jerk himself off," Mabel said as Cujo took a moment to look back in my direction.

"Me too," she grinned, and not many men will either," she added. "And why is that anyway? They sure seem to enjoy watching us finger-fuck ourselves, but then the moment we ask them to do the same for us, it suddenly turns into something else!"

"That's what I love about James," Mabel said. "He's so new to all this, that he's enjoyed satisfying all my silly, sometimes kinky requests. And that keeps it fun and exciting for me," she said blowing me a kiss. "And speaking of requests..." she then added. "Come over here and let me rub that hard cock of yours against Cujo's pussy for a moment. Before we get too lost and involved in sucking one another's cunts."

Bob rolled off the bed, basically exchanging places with me as Cujo now rolled onto her back. As per Mabel's instructions, I now found myself kneeling between her legs, bent at the knee and spread wide as Mabel gripped my shaft and began running it up and down Cujo's wet glistening split.

"Ooh yeah, that feels good!" Cujo moaned excitedly, her hands coming up to caress her own breasts. Her nipples were thick and hard as she pinched them, rolling them between her fingers. Looking over at Mabel, I reached out as well, now doing the same thing to hers as she continued to play with Cujo's cunt, using my cock to do so with.

"Oh yeah, I like that," Cujo moaned even more deeply as Mabel slapped her clit with my dick, pounding my shaft against her repeatedly before slowing, once again touching my dick tip against the woman's clit, and then holding it there as she worked me back and forth, side to side and up and down rapidly.

"Like that do you?" Mabel cooed excitedly.

"Fuck yes!" Cujo moaned in response. "You gonna make him squirt on me and then lick it all up?" She asked hopefully.

"Would you like that?" Mabel asked unnecessarily.

"You fucking know I do," she answered back hotly, then looking at me. "How about you James? Would you like to squirt all over my cunt and then watch May lick me all nice and clean again?"

Bob had walked over to the side of the bed, standing there looking down at the three of us once again fisting himself. "How about me?" He asked. "Mind if I toss a little cream onto your tits?"

"Please do!" She said grinning lustfully. "Shower me with all that hot sticky spunk baby, lots and lots of it! And you James...I want to feel you squirting all over my cunt, I want to feel the slick slippery spray bathing my pussy while May masturbates my clit with your dick. I want to cum like that, want to juice your prick while you're juicing my cunt. Think you can do that for me?" she asked.

I knew in that very moment, it wouldn't take much longer and I would be. I was amazed at how highly aroused I was. It wasn't something I had honestly expected, and to be perfectly truthful, being with people I had barely met, seemed for some strange reason to excite me even more. I had begun to understand the intensity of that, which Mabel obviously was already well aware of. The encounter we'd enjoyed earlier in the stairwell with the still as yet nameless man we'd picked up, had even then given me some insight into that. And now here...watching as Mabel continued to slap my prick against Cujo's pussy, Bob standing off to one side, now purposely jackhammering his own cock, had escalated my own arousal to new heights.

"You ready for some hot titty cum?" Bob asked clenching his teeth, his face already working up into a grimace.

"Hell yes! Shoot it baby, cum all over these big soft tits!" Cujo called out, once again cupping them within her hands, presenting Bob with a nice sexy target in doing so.

"It's going to be a big one too!" He warned her. "Been a while..." he left off, his face turning red as the obvious intensity of his pending climax began racing up his shaft.

"Oh yeah, cum baby...cum!" Maybel now added urging him to do so, still rubbing my cock furiously up and down Cujo's split. "Squirt it! Squirt it! SQUIRT IT!"

"Here...it...COMES!" Bob shouted out, his eyes popping open as he looked down at himself. Even I had to look over, mesmerized as I anticipated his momentary climax. Already purple and angry looking as it was, his prick head seemed to darken in color, his mushroom head swelling even more than it already was. The wide thick eye-slit suddenly opening, pulsating for a moment, and a pearly drop of pre-lube appearing. And then like someone had thrown a switch, his cock twitched, throbbed, and then shot an amazing streamer of white hot sticky spunk clean across the bed, missing her breasts completely, though he quickly readjusted his aim.

"Holy fucking shit!" Cujo cried out, surprised at the voluminous discharge, though it was rapidly followed by another, and then another, each one of those landing squarely upon her breasts. "Oh yeah! Yeah! More baby more! Cum on these titties!" She said holding them up, her hard thick nipples suddenly covered in Bob's spunk as he now leaned over, ensuring the last remnants of his still seeping prick covered them each.

I wasn't far behind. The obscene spectacle of seeing him do that triggered my own release. Mabel well aware of it, now held my prick steady against Cujo's clit, not even bothering to pump it as I throbbed once, twice, and then showered her cunt with my spray yelling out as I did, just as I knew Mabel would want me to.

"Oh yeah...pump it baby...pump it. Make me squirt again...again, that's it...oh yeah, see all that nice hot sticky spunk? See it squirting on her clit?"

I was mad with desire, lust...excitement beyond my wildest imaginings. And as I came, as I knelt there watching my semen shooting out the end of my prick, Mabel's hand now directing it up and down Cujo's lips, still working her hard stiff clit as I did so, she too was climaxing. She didn't at first even utter a sound, her body thrashing however wildly, making it somewhat difficult for Mabel to continue rubbing her with my prick. Finally, as the overwhelming sensation seized her, she cried out with a long unintelligible scream of delight, nearly ear splitting as she did. I wondered briefly just how sound-proofed the rooms were, and figured even if they were to some extent, Cujo's orgasmic cry of delight would have still easily been heard.

Almost before I was finished, Mabel dove between Cujo's legs, her lips and tongue now continuing what I'd begun doing. Cujo immediately launching off into a second orgasm, barely after the first one had run its course. I stood there next to Bob, the two of us watching as Mabel began licking up the pools and streamers of cum-cream that almost entirely covered the woman's cunt. Laughing delightedly, deliriously as she did so. I was so engrossed in watching that myself, I didn't even hear the knock on the door to our room, until whoever it was knocked again.

Still looking back towards the bed as Mabel continued licking and cleaning Cujo's cunt from my massive spending, I finally reached the door looking through the peephole quickly before answering it. Kay, FC and some other guy I didn't know, hadn't seen before stood outside patiently waiting, smiles on their faces. I opened the door, forgetting for a moment that I was standing there in the nude.

Giving me an appreciative eye as the three of them passed, Kay was the first one to speak.

"See I told you that was her scream," she laughed. "We heard you the moment we got off the elevator! I wouldn't be at all surprised if everyone else on this floor did either!" She added laughing.

"Yeah well...what can I say?" Cujo said finally sitting up, as did Mabel, now wiping off her face.

"And this...must be Mike?" She asked addressing the guy just standing behind the two women.

"Either that, or some guy that heard Cujo cumming the same time we did, and thought it might be interesting to drop by and see for himself," she laughed making me wonder if that wasn't actually the truth.

"Yeah, I'm Mike," he told her extending his hand. "And as much as I'd like to join you all, I really would like to shower first...if that's ok?"

"Be my guest," Mabel told him pointing him in that direction. 

"I think I'll join you...I am a bit sticky now myself," Cujo said rolling out of bed, but not before planting another quick kiss on the tip of Bob's cock as he stood there next to her. "And after that...I'll be needing that drink," she said winking at me.

**

I might be a guy, but even I had to admit Mike was strikingly handsome. He wasn't at all like I'd expected, though even that thought now escaped me. Tall at just over six feet, with a full head of dark hair, tanned skinned from being outside a lot. He also had what could only be described as a chiseled Adonis like look about him, almost as though he had posed for one of those ancient Greek sculptures, which as I soon learned wasn't far off the mark. Mike was Greek in fact, and looked every bit the part. No wonder Cujo had been anxious to meet up with him. And even Kay, swearing she herself would never be with a man, gave him more than a second glance when a bit later he came wandering out of the bathroom, still nude.

I was glad for the brief rest, having so pleasurably spent myself such a short time ago. Sitting about relaxing with drinks, chatting, laughing was a bit odd as by now everyone did so totally naked. But after a while, it seemed almost normal to me, and I no longer cared that I walked about only half-cocked. Even Mike was far less than erect, though his penis hung well enough to be impressive even like that. I was curious myself to see how it might appear when he was finally, and fully hard.

The other most interesting thing about the ladies was indeed F.C.'s enormous tits, particularly her nipples. I'd been given a rather quick brief introduction to them earlier in the bar. But even that hadn't quite prepared me for what I now saw as she came strolling out of the bathroom herself a short time later. Her boobs were indeed big and hung heavily against her chest, which I myself found quite alluring. They were still well rounded and full, but it was without a doubt the size of her nipples that amazed me the most.

For starters, they were almost chocolate colored, giving hint at her own exotic heritage. Her areola was larger than most as well, nearly covering the entire front portion of her breasts. That would have been interesting in and of itself, had it not been for the amazing rigidity of her nipples themselves. As thick and as fat as my thumb, they also stood easily a full two inches off her breasts when erect. A sight as I said immediately caught the eye regardless of where or what you were first looking at. The moment her breasts came into view, the eyes just seemed to lock onto them. It was almost impossible not to. And the fact she had again intimated at her looking forward to fucking Mabel's pussy with them, and soon...made that all the more exciting to look forward to in seeing.

I almost felt sorry for Kay. Though she had nice-sized breasts herself, her nipples were way small in comparison, though she did state they were very sensitive, and she had in fact been able to achieve orgasm just in having them played with. I looked forward to seeing that, if in fact it even happened, though I had no illusions on ever touching them myself.

Things were just starting to heat up again when Mike, Cujo and Mabel came walking out of the bathroom after taking a shower together. I had no doubts that Mike had enjoyed the pleasure of having his dick, fondled and very possibly sucked by Cujo at least and very possibly to orgasm after that. He was initially content to stand next to the bar sipping the drink I had fixed for him and watch the continuing developments. Cujo and Mabel on the other hand were all warmed up and raring to go again.

As I'd been standing there doing myself, ogling FC's nipples, Mabel immediately walked over, her fingers quickly reaching out and then latching onto one, just as Cujo did to the other one.

"What was it you said earlier about tit-fucking me?" Mabel asked.

"Thought you might like the idea of me doing that," she said smiling. Leading her towards the bed, FC then pushed Mabel down onto it as Bob scurried out of the way from where he'd been laying as Mabel now spread her legs, FC scooting up between them as she did. Almost immediately she beckoned Kay over towards them. "It's easier if you tit-fuck her with my breast while I kneel over her," she said. "Want to?"




Maybel-line Ch. 04



"Hell yes!" Kay said excitedly, and then positioned herself there on the bed so she could. Everyone else now gathered around to watch, Bob's prick already lengthening again in expectation of seeing that, and a familiar tingle already working its way through my cock too.

Watching Kay as she wrapped her hand around one of FC's breasts, now holding it against Mabel's pussy was amazingly hot. She began to rub the meaty flesh of that massive boob up and down, the thumb sized nipple hard and erect, feeling much like a tickling, probing finger as she did so.

"How's that feel?" Kay asked curiously. "I wouldn't mind trying this myself!" she then added with a wicked gleam in her eye as she looked down, working FC's stiff protrusion against Mabel's clit.

"Insane! Fucking insane!" Mabel laughed delightedly. "Never been tit-fucked like this before!" she giggled loudly.

"I've got another surprise for you too then," FC told her as she sat up briefly forcing Kay's hand away. She now began working her own nipples, pulling on them and massaging her breasts. In seconds, milky white little bubbles began appearing on the caps of each thick nipple. "Almost there," she grinned as we all sat watching. Seconds after that, she squeezed again and a streamer of milk suddenly began spraying.

"Holy shit!" Bob stated in amused surprise. "You can still do that?"

"Never really went away," FC told him. "If I work at it, it always comes back, the only problem is, I have leaky tits for days afterwards whenever I do this. It's still fun though, and feels good when I milk someone like I'm about to do now!"

Once again leaning over, FC now pinched her own nipple even more forcefully, another thin streamer of mother's milk suddenly cascading from the tip of her breast, soaking Mabel's pussy.

"Man, I wouldn't mind feeling some of that on this!" Bob asked hopefully as he stood there nearby, cock in hand throbbing about excitedly.

"Well come here then, come get it!" FC laughed as Bob walked over. Watching her suddenly squirting her milk on his shaft reminded me of squeezing out mustard on a hot-dog, without the bun. But the thing that surprised everyone, including FC and Mabel, was when Kay suddenly reached up grabbing Bob's prick and began teasing it, using the milk from FC's breasts in doing so.

"Well, will wonders never cease?" FC's stated spraying a bit more as Kay held it for her so that she could.

"Hey, cut me some slack. I was just curious as to how that might feel is all," she stated as she continued to slide her hand up and down Bob's shaft with the milk. And besides, it does look sorta naughty," she added, a rosy red blush coming into her cheeks at her own brief embarrassment at actually finding some measure of pleasure in doing this.

"Got enough left for James?" Mabel asked. "That's something else I wouldn't mind trying either," she now said sitting up, swinging her legs off the bed as she beckoned me over closer to where FC now began caressing her other breast, working it up.

"Plenty in this side too," she grinned looking at me as I reached her. Mabel now holding my cock for her as she once again leaned over, squeezed, and then began squirting another warm streamer of mother's milk all over my cock.

She did a pretty good job of soaking it too, whereupon Mabel then drew me into her mouth, sucking my prick now coated with FC's fresh warm sticky milk.

"How's that?" FC asked me curiously. "Like it?"

"Oh yeah," I groaned pleasurably. And though I had indeed enjoyed the sensation of her squirting her breast milk on me, it was now the talented tongue and lips of Mabel's mouth that was working the real magic. Though heightening that sensation to some extent was also in watching Kay as she now leaned over, capturing one of FC's breasts within her mouth, now sucking it hungrily like a thirsty child.

It was at that moment that I saw Mike suddenly walking over finally joining us as he surprised everyone, likewise leaning over to suckle on FC's neglected breast as Kay continued working and milking the other much to her obvious delight. Mike's cock I now noticed was noticeably erect. The tip of his prick glistening with cum-dew from his standing there stroking it while watching all this. It was indeed long, longer than my own, though not quite as thick or as big around. But the length in and of itself was impressive with a slight upwards curvature to it that made me think of cartoon drawings where pricks appeared to be oddly disproportionate to their owners. Such was the way Mike's appeared as FC reached down and began fondling it as he stood there sucking her tit.

"Now I need some man cream!" Cujo announced hotly as she swam across the bed towards Bob, once again taking his cock into her mouth as she began sucking it, or rather attempting to, more so licking at, nipping at that mushroom sized head of his. 

"Here, let me help you with that," Mabel laughed teasingly, finally releasing my own cock for a moment as she latched onto Bob's. Now holding it in her hand, stroking it up and down, pumping it as Cujo sat on the side of the bed. It was obvious by the pleasured look on Bob's face while the two of them went to work on his prick, that he wasn't too far off from delivering what they were after.

"You're about to get a mouthful of cum," he warned her looking down at himself as Cujo and Mabel continued pumping and mouthing his prick.

"Good, that's exactly what I want she said, so any time you're ready!" She added smiling, looking up at him, her mouth now opened even wider as Mabel pressed Bob's prick against her lips, stroking it.

"Well in that case," he grimaced suddenly stiffening, his cock throbbing fiercely for a moment, before he bellowed out his pleasured release. "Here...it...comes!"

Mabel now sat slow-stroking his cock, milking it almost the way FC had milked her own tits. Even Kay pulled away in order to watch Bob shooting off into Cujo's mouth, long streamers of his spunk erupting from his dick as she sat there gathering it in, though without swallowing. Even before he had finished, as May squeezed out the last remnants of what he had to give her, his semen was already dripping from the corners of Cujo's lips.

"Bring it here sweetie," FC stated. "You know where I want it."

Now forcing Mike away from her tit, FC's crawled up into the middle of the bed as Cujo spun around into what appeared to be a "69" position with her. As she did, she began to allow Bob's spending to drip from her mouth, hanging suspended for a moment in another long drippy cum-drool which began to soak FC's pussy, now splashing against her lips.

"That's fucking wicked looking," Kay said as she sat there off to one side watching it. "And I'll be the first one to admit it!" She added. She now sat inserting her own fingers into herself, quite uninhibitedly finger-fucking herself as Cujo now began licking and sucking on FC's sperm filled pussy, making a rather nasty sounding effort as she did so.

Once again feeling neglected, Mike sauntered over to stand next to Kay, his prick only inches away from her as she glanced over realizing that.

"Ah, sorry...not my thing," she said smiling at him seeing his look of surprise upon hearing that.

"I will, provided you don't mind me using a condom," Mabel told him. 

"Fine with me," he grinned lustfully. "I'd just like to have my dick sucked."

"Hmmm," Kay said suddenly looking over towards May as she fished out an available condom where she'd placed some in the nightstand.

"What?"

"Oh, was just thinking that it might be interesting to see what it's like if I could use one of those," Kay said once again surprising everyone with her statement.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me!" FC suddenly announced looking over towards her. "You? Of all people?" She burst out laughing, "Actually putting a man's cock in your mouth?"

"Hey, didn't say I was switching teams or anything, just thought it might be interesting to see what all the fuss is about," she stammered. "Never said I wasn't open-minded, well...a little anyway," she said blushing now.

"How about I put it on him for you?" Mabel said as she tore open one of the packages, preparing to place the condom inside her mouth. "Not sure I'll be able to get it entirely on him that way as big as he is, but I'll give it my best try," she grinned and then proceeded to do so. To my surprise, she managed to roll most of it down the length of his hard cock with her mouth, only smoothing out the bottom of it with her hand, unable to manage it fully. "There you go," Mabel said sitting back again. "Have at it!"

Tentatively, Kay leaned forward, just barely gathering the tip of Mike's condom covered cock inside her mouth, sucking it a little. He moaned appreciatively, perhaps more so as he now knew this was a first for her. "OK, it is interesting," she said, "and not so bad with this on I suppose." She then gathered a bit more of Mike's prick within her mouth, now sucking it as she allowed her instincts to take over, and as she did, Mabel now reached down and began finger-fucking Kay's cunt while she did that.

Bob and I were once again the only audience, he however standing somewhat flaccid again having only a short time ago shot his wad. I on the other hand continued to stand there with a full on erection. I didn't mind though, and I certainly had nothing to complain about. Just watching everyone else for the moment anyway, was quite exciting and pleasurable all by itself. Especially when FC began to climax, her ear-piercing scream even louder than Cujo's had been earlier, once again worrying me about the soundproofing of the room.

When the knock came on the door only minutes later, I was almost certain someone had actually complained, and that management had sent someone up talk to us about that.

"See who it is," Mabel told me as she continued to sit there instructing Kay in the nature of giving a blow-job., all the while still fingering the woman's cunt.

Once again I walked over towards the door, peeking through the tiny eye-port first. About all I saw was a massive white chest. Standing behind the door as I opened it, still prepared to smile and apologize for any noise we had made, I was taken aback by a six and a half foot giant standing on the other side, bald headed dressed in a pair of faded blue jeans and a crisp white tight tee shirt that barely fit over his chest.

"You must be..."

"Mr. Clean," he grinned now folding his arms over his chest as he stood there. Short of wearing an earring in his ear, which I'd half expected to see, he honestly did look like the cartoon character of the same name. "This where the party is?"

"Yeah, come on in," I said stepping back, only now very much aware of my own nudity as I did so. Even Mr. Clean as he called himself looked down as be passed me by, noticing it. But his attention was immediately drawn towards the bed where all the real activity was still going on.

"Sorry I'm late," he announced, and then without any further hesitation, began removing his clothes.

**

Now I'll be the first to admit I've seen a few really big cocks, though mostly in porn movies and magazines. And not saying that neither Mike nor Bob didn't have pretty good-sized pricks themselves, they did. But the thing hanging between Mr. Cleans legs as I saw it, didn't even remotely resemble a penis. It was more like a hanging tree trunk! I for one had never seen anything like it, and it wasn't even fucking hard yet!

The moment the giant had come into the room, all activity just seemed to stop, except oddly enough for Kay who continued knobbing Mike's prick as she seemed to have really gotten into it. Mike on the other hand stood looking at Mr. Clean with a wide-eyed look of surprise on his face, just as we all were save for Cujo who grinned at him appreciatively.

"Glad you got my message," she told him formally introducing him to everyone, including Kay who now somewhat reluctantly removed her mouth from Mike's cock, her eyes suddenly growing wide as she only then looked over towards him.

"Holy shit! Now you know why I'm a lesbian!" she announced garnering a round of laughter upon hearing her say that, especially as she'd been sitting there sucking a man's cock.

"He affectionately goes by the name of Mr. Clean, which is what a majority of us who know him, call him," she said.

"Cujo..." his deep voice began with what sounded like a bit of a warning, but she waved him off.

"But, he also has another name that those of us who are in fact even closer to him also call him by, and that is the bald-headed virgin."

"You're...you're still a virgin?" Mabel asked incredulously.

"Yeah, believe it or not, I still am. Thirty eight years old, and never once found a woman who was either willing...or capable of taking this," he said reaching down with both hands, lifting it up like it actually was a piece branch off a tree. "Some few have tried, but so far no one's succeeded in actually doing it. So in the technical sense of the word...yeah, I still am."

"I can see fucking why!" FC stated still eye-balling the massive prick hanging down between his legs, as thick around as her wrist if not bigger and still obviously flaccid. "Just how fucking big does it get anyway?" She curiously asked, asking the question that I think most nearly everyone else had wanted to, but didn't.

"Why am I not surprised to be asked that?" He laughed. "Once people see me, that's usually the first question they do ask. So I'll give you the same answer I give everyone else. I don't honestly know. I've never actually measured it, and have no intention of ever doing so, or letting anyone else throw a yard stick against it either," he laughed boisterously. "All I ever tell anyone is its too big, and yet just right, though I don't really have much say in the matter now do I? So take that for whatever its worth."

Even the mushroomed head of Bob's prick seemed small in comparison, making me feel like a little boy again in comparison to that.

"So when's the last time you even got that monster off?" Cujo asked leading him over towards the bed, hanging onto his prick as she did so which looked oddly weird as it seemed to stretch out a good foot or more away from him as she did so.

"I dunno, a week? Week and a half maybe?" He grinned hopefully.

Cujo giggled. "I'd imagine then you're due for a major eruption."

"More than," he said winking at her. "Though you might need some help with it all when you do. As big of a cum slut as I know you are, I can almost fucking guarantee it will be too much for you even."

"Girls? Anyone want to give me a hand here? Actually...several of them?" She laughed loudly, her own two hands barely able to even wrap around his still flaccid prick as he crawled up into the bed lying on his back.

"I'm good," Kay said turning back towards Mike. "I think I'll finish what I started with here...one step at a time you know," she now actually laughed still shaking her head over the enormity of the massive cock laying halfway up Mr. Cleans belly. To me...it looked like a fucking snake sitting there, a small boa constrictor in fact.

FC and Mabel both now joined Cujo as the three of them wrapped their hands around Mr. Cleans penis club, holding it up in order to fully stroke it, doing so hand over hand as it were as he slowly began to stiffen. Mesmerized, both Bob and I took a seat sitting down as though watching a magic show, watching as the giant's prick slowly grew to even more gigantic proportions than he already was.

"People used to say I was hung like a horse," Bob announced. "But this is the first time where I'd say that statement even comes close to actually describing the size of that dick!"

He was right about that, though I was somewhat amazed that my much smaller cock had actually began to rise again. Watching the three women as they sat there together, all six hands working the man's prick, was an interesting exercise to say the least. Even Mike's sudden deep-throated groan didn't immediately alert me to the fact he was actually reaching climax, so engrossed in what I was seeing that it took a moment for me to realize that he was. Kay pulled her mouth away from the man's prick moments later, the tip of the condom filled to near over-flowing with his semen.

"Not bad for a first time," he said praising her. "Anything you'd like me to do in return for that?" He wondered.

She looked over towards the bed. "You probably wouldn't like it if I were to tell you," she said easily, laughing.

Mike glanced over as well, now laughing himself. "You're probably right...I bet I wouldn't."

Kay was content now to sit there on the end of the bed, once again spreading her legs as she went back to finger-fucking herself momentarily. "Didn't you say you brought some toys with you?" She asked speaking to Mabel.

"Sure did," Mabel responded back, both of her hands surrounding the tip of Mr. Cleans prick as she rubbed them together as though attempting to start a fire with the man's pole. "In that bag...James? Would you mind handing it to her?" she now asked me. 

I did so, sitting it down next to her as she unzipped it and began rummaging through it. "Ah yes...I have one of these myself," she said reaching in, moments later withdrawing a vibrator that had more whistles and bells on it that I'd ever seen before. "This is the kind that makes my pussy squirt!" she announced excitedly, and then began using it on herself.

"Squirt?" I asked mouthing the words at Mabel, seeing her eyes suddenly widen in delight.

"How much do you?" Mabel now asked her.

"Just depends. On how horny I am, or how long it's been. But...I'll say this, I am damn fucking horny...and it has been a few days now. So...might be a big one," she laughed. "I won't really know until I'm nearly there. But when I am there...I can usually tell. I usually get so fucking wet, I can fist myself afterwards as slippery as I get."

I noticed after having said that how FC, Cujo and Mabel suddenly looked back and forth at one another.

"Ah, can everyone excuse us for just a second?" Cujo said suddenly crawling out of bed along with the other two women. "You too Kay...we need to meet privately for a moment."

With a somewhat confused expression on her face, Kay joined them as the four headed off into the bathroom together.

"I thought that was just a myth," Mike said his eyes wide.

"What?" Bob asked though he too thought it curious.

"About women having the need to run off to the bathroom together all the time," he quipped, though he knew they were in fact up to something, as we all did.

"Wonder what that was all about?" I found myself asking.

"I think we'll know soon enough, whatever it is," Mike responded back. "And I'm willing it will be interesting when we do."

Even Mr. Clean, the bald-headed virgin sat on the bed wondering why the girls had suddenly up and disappeared, one moment three of them working his cock to hardness, and the next...suddenly disappearing like a flock of scared sheep.

Even with the door to the bathroom closed we could hear them talking, though no one could make out what was being said, not until Kay spoke up herself, and that we all heard quite clearly.

"No...fucking...way!"

Bob, Mike and I all turned looking over towards the bed. "You don't suppose..." Bob hazard a guess.

"Who knows maybe? I doubt it though...you heard her, and besides, she's never done anything with a guy either." I said.

"Except for the fact she just gave me a blowjob for the first time in her life," Mike finished.

"What are you guys talking about?" Mr. Clean questioned. "You can't possibly mean..." but he too was drowned out by another loud exclamation coming from inside the bathroom.

"But I'm a lesbian! I'm not even into men!" Kay said crying out loudly once again. "And especially not one with the size of a dick that he's got!"




Maybel-line Ch. 04



"That answer your question?" Bob said snickering. 

"Five will get you ten she doesn't go for it," Mike bet.

"You're on. You don't know Cujo the way I do. Once that woman sets her mind to something, she doesn't give up until she has it."

"It's a bet then," Mike said shaking his hand. "And even if she does, I'll bet you twenty, she can't handle that monster even if she does try."

"I'll take that bet too," Bob told the man. "Like I said...Cujo's got an idea, and because she does, I'm willing to bet she's got some sort of idea in mind for that little, or rather not so little problem too," he stated once again looking towards the giant, who just sat there, the pole between his legs suddenly beginning to wilt again.

"Ah, you might want to stroke on that a little...I have a feeling things are going to get very interesting here again soon," Mike told the man, especially as quiet as it suddenly got. Moments later the door opened, Cujo, FC, and Mabel all with smiles on their faces. Kay on the other hand looking less than pleased.

"Come on Kay, you'll have the distinction of doing something no other woman's been able to do, if you can pull this off," Cujo told her. "And...like we promised, the three of us will get with you next weekend, and treat you to an entire day of nothing but pussy fun, and all you have to do to get that...is just try. Not even succeed, but at least try."

In my mind, she still looked dubious about doing whatever it was the girls had talked her into. Especially as she now stood there staring at the man's prick, still looking a bit undecided.

"Ok, but...like I said, the only way I can even imagine trying to take that thing, is if I get off myself first, and it has to be a really big, really wet juicy squirt, otherwise I won't be nearly as slippery enough as I will need to be."

"No problem, whatever you want, however you want it," Cujo assured her. "So...what is it you want us to do?"

"Well, you're going to need to get me nice and horny again for one," she told them all. "So for starters, Maybe one of you can put on one of Mabel's strap-ons to sort of get me primed. While I'm sitting on that, I'm kind of thinking I'd like someone else to start licking and sucking my clit. Then of course...I'd like maybe one of you, and even one of the guys to come over and suck on my tits. I think feeling all that at the same time should just about do it for me. After that...we'll see. Like I said, before I'm even willing to try, it's got to be a nice big long squishy cum, otherwise...no fucking way."

**

To be continued...



Maybel-line Ch. 05



Admittedly it was damn fucking hot watching the girls going at it on the bed together. I might not have been as big as Mr. Clean was, or even Bob for that matter, but I was damn fucking hard.

Kay was delirious with pleasure. Now sitting astride Cujo as she fucked Kay with one of Mabel's toys, and as Mabel lay between her legs, licking and flicking her clit while she did so was quite a sight to see. 

FC had now joined Mr. Clean on the bed as they sat off to one side watching the women, just as we all were. The two of them now actually stroking his mammoth cock together, which was almost as interesting as watching the girls.

As interesting as that was however, I was even more interested in seeing Kay squirt, which she soon after announced she was about to. Even Mabel backed away, not that she had any reservations about continuing to eat the woman's cunt...she didn't. But she was just as anxious as everyone else was to see it when she came.

I actually found it highly erotic, as I think we all did when Kay actually did squirt. The spray of her pussy taking even Mabel by surprise, though she sat there expecting it, giving Kay her breasts as an initial target to cum against. With Cujo still beneath her, Kay launched into a series of earth-shattering orgasms, each pulsating squirt of pleasure seemingly more intense, and more long lasting in duration than the last. Her final spasm of ecstasy lasting what had to be a full ten seconds if not more of one solid steady stream of pussy pleasure. The almost clear liquid fluid bathing Mabel's tits, soaking them along with everything else.

"Fuck that was a hard one!" Kay herself stated a few minutes afterwards, now reaching down, examining herself and laughing almost hysterically at her own pleasure. "I'm still not sure I'm actually ready for this...but it's either now, or never!" She announced looking over at Mr. Cleans enormously hard prick, which he and FC had easily managed in keeping it that way. Rolling over onto her back now as everyone else scooted out of the way, Cujo once again directed him between Kay's outstretched legs. Taking over for FC, she now held the tip of his prick, placing it...or rather resting it at the opening of her pussy.

"As big as you fucking are...you wait on her for direction," Cujo told him. "She'll let you know what she can handle...or if she can't."

Circling around the bed, the rest of us looked on, though Mabel now stood between Mike and I, her hands now grabbing each of our dicks as we stood there, slowly working them up and down simultaneously as Cujo just then began rubbing the head of Mr. Cleans prick up and down the thoroughly saturated furrow of Kay's cunt.

"Ok, you ready baby? Shall we try the head at least?" she asked.

"Not sure I'll ever really be able for that, but ok...let's try at least," she responded back.

As wet and as juicy as the woman was, it still took some effort getting her to stretch open wide enough to just accept even the head of the man's prick. To my astonishment, she eventually succeeded however, her lips suddenly wrapping around it like a wide-open mouth actually engulfing him.

"Fuck! My first real pussy!" Mr. Clean groaned appreciatively.

"I'm not sure we can count it as that yet," Cujo said still trying to guide him in, only the tip actually having succeeded in entering as yet. "I think we need at least a few more inches before we can state you're inside, though how much of it she can even take, remains to be seen."

Slowly, inch by agonizing inch, Cujo had actually managed to get quite a bit of the man's cock inside her. Enough so, that she officially declared him no longer a virgin, and that Kay too had now officially been fucked by a man for the very first time. Letting go, Mr. Clean slowly began easing himself in and out of the woman's cunt, Kay eventually getting more and more used to it as he did so.

"Bigger than any fucking cucumber I've ever used, that's for sure!" She proclaimed, though she now began meeting his slow gentle thrusts, as gradually the two of them actually began fucking together.

Cujo now took over for Mabel, stroking Mike's cock as we all stood there in a semi-circle around the bed. FC, working on Bob's fat prick, while Mabel now paid exclusive attention to my own.

"I think Kay's going to get quite the cum bath when it's time," Cujo quipped as we all began feeling the closeness of our own orgasms approach. Though no one, including Kay, had any idea just how big of a bath she was actually about to get, when Mr. Clean, suddenly warned her. The pleasure of actually having accomplished his first ever pussy fuck was not too surprisingly, almost too much. I still remembered my own first time, even embarrassed by now looking back. I'd thrust perhaps three, maybe four times inside my first pussy when the sensation of it had become too much, and I had lost my load long before I had actually wanted to. The good part was, I had lasted a much, much longer time the second time after a short period of rest.

"God! I can't stop! I'm gonna..."

"CUM!" Kay cried out, finishing his sentence for him as she suddenly released another, totally unexpected jettison of her own female spunk. The force of which sprayed past his impaled prick, literally driving him backwards as she did so, though he too was about to take it out of her anyway, feeling his own massive eruption begin. Sitting back on his haunches, his cock completely free now, sitting between his legs like a baseball bat, Kay's next streamer of liquid juice hit his prick precisely, just as he too shot off, joining her.

"Holy shit! Would you look at that!" Bob cried out, as Mr. Cleans dick suddenly tossed this biggest, longest, thickest cum-rope I'd ever seen before in my entire life. And that, was followed by another, and another, and still yet another that were all as equally big as the first.

Sitting as he was, most of his cream shot straight up into the air, coming down with a resounding splat against Kay, along with just about everything else too. When that happened, Bob suddenly joined in, FC's hand still working his prick, now aiming it in the general direction of where the two of them were laying. Though Bob didn't have nearly as much, he did managed to throw two pretty good streamers of his own, each one overlapping Kay's breasts, squarely hitting one of her hard extended nipple's near perfectly as she actually laughed upon seeing and feeling it.

Both Mike and I followed suit soon after, the intensity of everything we'd seen suddenly escalating our own needful desires. Scooting out of the way, a big shit eating grin on his face, Mr. Clean collapsed into one of the nearby chairs, perfectly content as Mabel now aimed me directly at the still wet glistening, sloppy looking swollen lips of Kay's recently fucked cunt.

"Cream it baby! Cream it!" She urged me, and then I began doing just that.

Mike added his own copious load to mine, which between the two of us had thoroughly drenched and made Kay's pussy even more of a wet slippery mess that it had been. As one, Cujo and Mabel then crawled up onto the bed, massaging in all that spent cream into Kay's cunt, breasts, and everywhere else for that matter as they completed the total bath she'd just been given.

"Ok, I admit...that was interesting, and I might even try that again someday," Kay stated after she had in fact experienced yet another milder, less liquid orgasm. "But...I hear one word of this get out to anyone, I'll know where it came from," she threatened somewhat seriously.

Giving her assurances no one here would, we all sat back collecting ourselves for a time until everyone had decided they'd had enough and it was time to get dressed.

I could see by the look in Mabel's eyes however that for her at least, the evening wasn't yet over. And even after we had said good-bye to everyone, she was already getting dressed in preparation for going out again. I had half hoped we'd call it a night ourselves as I was now feeling more than a bit tired myself, and thoroughly spent.

"You don't have to come with me," she stated. "If you're too tired to do more, you can stay here and go to sleep. But I need to see at least one more cock cum tonight before I'm done, and now more than ever...I need to enjoy a nice fingering climax myself."

Steeling myself to go with her, and somewhat curious as to what it was she might have in mind, I managed to slip back into my clothes before following Mabel out through the door, and once again into the night.

**

As we'd dressed, I had watched Mabel put on a very short pleated skirt, no panties or thong beneath it, along with a very tight form fitting tee shirt over her braless breasts. Stepping out into the cool night air in front of the hotel, I wondered briefly where it was she intended on taking me.

"Just really want a quickie to cap off the evening," she informed me. "Usually, a cab ride will do the trick, and they can quite often be fun and exciting whenever I do," she explained. Almost immediately flagging down an available cab a short time later, she climbed into the back seat with me following as the cab driver looked over the back seat towards us.

"Where too?" He asked curiously looking directly at Mabel, which was no big surprise as her nipples had hardened dramatically with the cool night air now caressing them. She smiled playfully at him, and then spoke without any hesitation or concerns.

"Where ever you'd like," she began. "As part of a dare for my boyfriend here, I told him I'd sit in the back seat of a taxi, and masturbate for him until I came. So as far as it takes until I do that," she finished. "Provided of course...you're ok with that."

He looked as though he didn't believe her at first, until she spread her legs, bunching up her skirt and revealing to him that she was indeed serious.

"Tell you what," he chuckled. "The ride's free for as long as you do. I'll start the meter only on the way back, after you have. Provided...you don't mind my looking at you in the mirror while you do that."

"We were sort of hoping you would," she said speaking for me. "Sort of adds to the excitement," she said grinning at him. "But try and go somewhere where there's not too much traffic, so we don't have to worry about you running into anyone...or anything," she grinned openly.

Seconds later we were pulling away from the curb, Mabel's fingers already starting to work her own pussy as we did.

Once again he laughed to himself. "Damn, all the years I've been driving cabs, first time I've actually had anything like this actually happen to me. Closest to it was some drunk woman a few years back, didn't know her boob had fallen out of her dress. Got to enjoy seeing that for a few blocks until her boyfriend caught me looking at it, and then tucked it away for her."

"Well, speaking of boobs...what do you think of these?" Mabel asked, and then pulled her tee shirt completely up and over her head, now sitting there totally topless, baring her breasts for the driver as he glanced into his rear view mirror looking back at her. He whistled long and loudly, making us laugh. "Just make sure you don't wreck the car looking at them," she teased. "Or you won't get a very big tip from me because of it," she added.

He did drive a bit more slowly, though I was glad for it as we didn't really have anywhere we needed to be. And the fact he took a few back roads instead of the main highway pretty much assured we traveled amongst little if any traffic, giving him plenty of time to look into the back as we drove along. Mabel fondling her breasts with one hand, obviously finger-fucking herself with the other. The sounds of which became easily heard too, her pussy becoming quite wet the longer we drove until it was so slick, it sounded like she was churning butter.

"Fuck mam, you're one juicy sounding cunt aren't you?" He said obviously horny glancing back through his mirror at us, though tossing me a slightly nervous look as he said that.

"Yeah, she tends to get that way," I said easing his obvious nervousness at hearing his statement.

"Is it making you horny too?" Mabel now asked. "Because I certainly hope that it is, it would be nice knowing you had a nice hard cock now too," she stated reaching over fondling mine, which surprisingly was hard once again too.

"Oh yeah, it is," he chuckled.

"Well in that case, why don't you take it out for me? Let me see it," Mabel asked him, now leaning forward over the seat expectantly.

"You sure about that?" he questioned dubiously. "Your boyfriend won't mind seeing me do that?"

"Oh no, not at all. He knows how much I love seeing a man jerking himself off, cumming..." she said hinting at what she hoped he would do for her. "So...if you would please, so I could watch you a little too, I'd really enjoy that. As a matter of fact, if there's a park? Or a somewhat secluded parking lot nearby? I'd be more than happy to jerk you off myself," she added seeing the delightful surprise in his eyes. Once again he looked at me for assurance. I smiled, giving him that. With his cock sticking out, he made a quick left turn, before we even knew where we were he was pulling into the lot of a business complex. Being late, everyone had gone of course, and there was no other cars even remotely close by.

"How's this?"

"Perfect," Mabel said getting out of the cab, not even bothering to cover herself as she slid into the front seat next to him.

I sat in the back looking over the seat, surprised to find myself as hard as I was, stroking it as I watched Mabel lean over, surrounding the man's fairly nice-sized cock in her hand as she began pumping it up and down.

"All I ask is... you tell me. I like hearing it when a man tells me he's about to cum."

"Oh...ok, sure," he stammered pleasurably. "Ah...but what about..."

Mabel giggled. "Where ever you'd like...on my tits maybe?" she now suggested.

"Oh yeah...yeah, I'd like that," he groaned turning more towards her. "I'd like that...a lot!"

Mabel leaned forward, now running the man's dick back and forth against her breasts, caressing her nipples with the tip of his cock. It didn't take long after she'd begun doing that when he suddenly announced he was about to cum on her. Only when he did, he surprised the both of us, suddenly speaking in his native tongue, which was obviously Dutch when he did. His excitement and pleasure coming through as he cried out his ecstasy.

"Ik ga Komen!" He screamed out, his eyes popping open, looking down at himself as his prick began squirting out several pulsating squirts of semen all over Mabel's breasts. As he did that, she continued pumping his prick with her hand, simultaneously rubbing it back and forth between her breasts, ensuring that each received an equally healthy dose of his spending. "Dank u, dank u, dank u!" he said over and over again afterwards, still speaking in Dutch, though he finished with one more thank you, in English finally regaining his senses.

Mabel stayed with him in the front seat, finger-fucking herself on the way back, climaxing just blocks away from our destination. He never did throw the meter on during the entire trip, though Mabel still tipped him quite liberally anyway after he had gotten us back and let us out.

"Anytime you'd like doing that again...just call dispatch and ask for me," he'd said still with a shit-eating grin on his face. "Best damn fare I've ever had," he added appreciatively.

"We'll make sure to do that," Mabel told him, and then hand in hand we headed back upstairs to our room, and some much needed sleep.

**

I don't think I'd ever slept as soundly as I had before in my entire life. I had gone into take a shower and finish waking up as Mabel called room service deciding to order in rather than going out. 

I had just finished drying off and was slipping into my robe when I heard on knock on the door right next to where I was standing.

"Room service," came a soft voice from the other side, and I could tell it was a woman who was obviously standing there.

With the bedroom around the corner, I couldn't see Mabel, though I could hear her when she laughed.

"This could be interesting," she said more to herself than to me, but then louder, telling me to let her in.

With my hair still wet, toweling it, I let her in. A young, small but very attractive Asian girl pushed in the breakfast cart as I held the door for her, now following her into the room. She stopped somewhat unexpectedly and I nearly plowed into her from behind. Only then did I look into the room towards Mabel where she remained upon the bed. She was naked of course, spread eagled as she lay there with an enormous purple vibrator working it in and out of her cunt.

"Set it up over there," she told the woman nonchalantly, as though what she was currently doing was the most natural thing in the world to be. The young woman hesitated for a moment, casting a quick nervous glance over her shoulder towards me, though I moved back so as not to alarm her into thinking I was actually in on this, though I'm not sure she'd have believed that anyway. Mabel of course continued to fuck herself with the toy, her eyes locked on the woman, gauging her reaction.

She lifted the lids on our breakfast, stammering as she did so, trying to avoid looking over towards Mabel again. I thought for a moment she might actually dash from the room, half expecting it if she did.

"Ah...two eggs over easy, sausage, toast, coffee. One order of pancakes, bacon, also coffee," she said only then glancing up.

"Thank you," Mabel told her. "There's a tip for you there on the desk."

Looking over to where she'd indicated, the young woman saw what appeared to be a sizeable stack of bills. 

"Take ten for yourself...though if you're willing to touch yourself for me while we watch...you can have it all," she said quickly before the woman had even more time to react to her question one way or the other. There was easily a hundred dollars sitting there as I now looked over seeing it myself.

The young girl seemed frozen in place for a moment, unsure as to if Mabel was being serious, or perhaps if she'd even heard her correctly.

"Do what?" She now asked, as though needing to confirm it.

"Just touch yourself, play with yourself for us while we watch you...while you watch us," Mabel said still fucking herself with the toy. "Nothing more," she now assured her. "Just that."

"Just...touch myself? That's all?"

"That's all," Mabel smiled hopefully at her.

I now moved around the woman, rejoining Mabel there on the bed, giving her the comfort of knowing she could leave if she wanted to. Once again she hesitated briefly as though trying to decide, once again looking at the stack of bills.

"You just watch yes? No touching?"

"Just ourselves," Mabel grinned as she now reached over, opening my robe. I was still flaccid at the moment, but I knew that wouldn't last very damn long, especially if the woman did as she'd asked.

Revealing my cock, the young Asian now looked at me as my prick slowly rose to attention. Seconds later, her hands came up to the buttons on her work blouse as she smiled and slowly began undoing them.

Within minutes she too was naked. She had very little on top, basically no more than two little rounded mounds, though each had what appeared to be a very hard erect nipple. Only the thinnest strips of pubic hair appeared between her legs too as she stood there, at first seemingly shy as she allowed her hand to trail down over her tummy and on down between her legs.

"Come closer so we can at least see better," Mabel coaxed her, now sinking down into the bed even more herself, one hand still busy between her legs, the other on me, now working my rapidly growing member. The young girl walked over closer towards the bed, now standing at the end of it looking down at us. "Good girl...now spread yourself a little, let us see inside your pussy," Mabel urged her.




Maybel-line Ch. 05



She did so, somewhat shyly, but her eyes now appeared glued to my cock as it finally reached its full size. Seeing where she was now looking herself as we looked at her, Mabel spoke.

"We promised we wouldn't touch you, or try to do anything...and we won't, but...if you'd like, if you want to, you can certainly touch this," she said waggling my stiff prick about.

Now she was smiling, though she still moved slowly coming around the bed until she stood at the side of it next to where I was. Tentatively she reached out, her hand trembling, though she surrounded my prick with it as Mabel let go.

"That's it...go ahead, play with it while I watch you do that, while I lay here and fuck myself with this," Mabel said turning her vibrator up a notch, the sound of a more intense humming only then being heard coming from it. The young girl now sat down on the bed, still stroking my cock though her eyes were now focused on that.

"I have never tried one of those," she spoke a tremor being heard in her tone of voice.

"Would you like to?" Mabel asked. "I have more if you'd prefer trying a different one," she suggested. "They're over there in that bag on the desk."

"No, thank you. Maybe try that one," she said looking at her. And then to my surprised, crawled up to kneel between us, all the while keeping her hand on me, the other now on the toy between Mabel's legs as she began working that one on her.

"Feels good yes?"

"Oh yes, very good...and much better now that you're doing it," Mabel told her pleasurably, glancing over to smile at me, along with giving me a quick little wink.

"Never touched other woman's pussy before. Thought about it, but never have."

"Go ahead, if you'd like to," Mabel told her removing the toy from herself. "And may I then...also touch you?" she asked. The young girl though about it only briefly, and then smiled nodding her head. As she was, Mabel then sat up, then kneeling. The two of them now kneeling in front of one another. Mabel reached down running her finger up between the woman's legs, just as she now began doing to her, forgetting all about my cock for the moment, which was fine with me. What I was looking at was far too sensual to worry about my own suddenly neglected dick.

"Hmmm, that is nice," she stated trailing her fingers up Mabel's split. "You are very...very wet."

"As are you," Mabel moaned pleasurably. As the two of them now began finger-fucking one another in earnest. I sat back, stroking my own cock now, listening to the sounds the two of them began making. Their moans, audible sighs of pleasure coming from each one of them, in addition to the more obvious sounds of their liquefied cunts as they toyed playfully in one another's essence.

The young Asian was soon thrashing about wildly, both hands now coming up to rest on Mabel's shoulders as she ground herself down on her hand, Mabel now sucking deeply on one of her small breasts, teasing and toying with that hard little protrusion as she continued milking her clit, capturing and rolling it between her fingers.

"Yes! Yes!" The woman cried out, humping Mabel's hand, her climax obviously drawing closer with each passing second. "Fuck my pussy...fuck it, finger it!" She screamed out, and then climaxed deliriously seconds after having said that.

I felt my own copious discharge leap from the head of my dick as I sat there by the side of the two of them, watching and hearing all this. I felt the slickness of my spending seep down through my fingers, onto my balls as the young woman looked over, watching me, smiling as I continued pumping out what jisim I had left. She soon reached over, wrapping her own hand around and about me once again to finish milking me.

"Now...you cum? Yes?"

"Yes," Mabel told her. "Yes...now you make me cum," she said and lay back once again spreading her own lips apart with her fingers, her blood engorged clit so obvious, so fully revealed. The young girl then took it, holding it between her tiny fingers and began working it as though it were a miniature cock, jerking it up and down. 

"Like this? Good? Yes?"

"Oh yes! Fuck yes! Very, very good in fact! Just...keep...doing it...like...that!"

**

After the young girl had dressed, finally introducing herself to us as Kim, she had taken only the ten dollar bill, leaving the rest there on the desk. She had also told us if we ever came to stay there again, to ask for Kim Lee, and that if she happened to be working there at the time, she would come to visit and see us again during her break, or whatever time she could find to get away.

I laughed, we now had a cabby who would come from wherever he was in the city to give us a ride, and now someone from room service who would likewise be more than happy to do the same.

Not to mention a fist full of truckers that made us promise to call them whenever we were anywhere's near this area again.

It had indeed been a very interesting weekend.

**

Six months later we were married. We still venture out about once a month, though rarely anything more than that. Usually for a quick cab ride around town, which is always an interesting experience. That...or an occasional hand job in the front seat of the car at a gas station where some guy was just lucky enough to be filling his car up at the time.

We have hooked up with Cujo and Bob a time or two as well, but it's interesting that most of the time it's now just the two of us. I still enjoy our infrequent little adventures with total strangers. But there's just something about getting a hand job on the bus, or on the train on the way home from work at the end of the day, that keeps me happy and content more than anything.

That...and watching Maybelline standing out on the balcony of our new home, masturbating herself while the neighbor across the way watches her through his telescope.

I don't think he knows we know that. But it's sure as hell fun watching Maybelline as I affectionately call her now, as she so uninhibitedly masturbates herself while he watches.



Maybel-line



The moment I parked the car, Mabel got out. Just as I was, my hair now basically plastered to my head, my shirt dripping wet...so was hers. Only with it being white, it had gone nearly transparent. I could now clearly, and easily see her breasts, her bra just as saturated as her blouse, her dark nipples clearly showing through, pressing against the material as it now clung to her like paint rather than material. It was hard not trying to look, but I did, more than once, and she of course noticed, laughing when she herself looked down and realized what it was I could see.

"Guess this wasn't the best thing to wear out in a downpour now was it?" She stated, though she made no attempt to cover herself either. If anything, she now lifted her head upwards towards the rain, stepping out into it more fully than we'd even been inside the car. "You know what I've always wanted to do but never have?" She asked.

"No...what?"

She looked over towards me, smiling, but not saying. And then she reached down pulling her blouse up and over her head. That was interesting enough, but even as she tossed that into the backseat of her car, she was already reaching around to undo her bra, tossing it in back as well a moment later.

The only thing I could think of to do, was to stand there and stare at her without saying a word. Once again she tossed her head back laughing, and then looking up towards the sky, letting the rain hit her face, and now her bare breasts as she lifted her arms upwards, embracing it.

She looked to me like a goddess, or a half naked genie at the very least about to grant someone his wish, only I didn't know that yet, or know that she was about to grant a wish I hadn't even made yet.

When she reached off to one side, and unzipped her zipper, now removing the red skirt she was wearing, I was starting to think along those lines. 

"Have you ever run naked in the rain before?" she asked.

"Well once, but that was actually sprinklers, and I think I was like four or five at the time, out in the backyard at home," I told her, still mesmerized when I saw her likewise remove the thong she also had on. For some reason, that surprised me perhaps more than anything else. Not that she removed it, but that she was even wearing one. I don't know why...but I had pictured her in something else, certainly not "granny panties" as they called them, but certainly not a thong either. Point being...now she was naked, entirely, except for her red sandals, which is all she had on.

"Come on...run with me," she invited. In the next instant, I was tossing my clothes into the back of the car along with hers. I was a little embarrassed too. Funny how the mind works, especially the male prideful mind in these particular moments. I was naked, without an erection, and was embarrassed that I didn't. Wouldn't I have been more embarrassed had it been just the opposite? Maybe, maybe not...but at the moment I was, even dropping my hand down between my legs in some sort of effort to cover myself as she reached out her hand towards me, only then starting to run off in the direction of what appeared to be a small meadow.

I caught up to her easily, taking her hand as she led me on a carefree run through the rain. A rain I hardly even noticed, nor did I feel it as being cold either. Every fiber of my being happened to be on fire at the moment, and even the deluge we were now in, couldn't have put me out if it had gone on like that for days.

And still I ran, without getting an erection. It felt that good, that peaceful, that nice. It was the most exciting, erotic, sensual moment of my entire life, and we really hadn't done a thing!

Winded, laughing, still holding hands, Mabel came to me almost by accident. With the ground now beginning to become saturated, the few bare spots within the field were turning to mud. Quite naturally she slipped going down. Still holding her hand, my first instinct was to somehow catch her and keep her from doing so. I had no footing in order to accomplish that. The moment she went, she took me with her quick as that. Before either one of us knew what was happening, we were lying there together on the ground, in the mud and the rain, me having fallen almost directly on top of her.

It was like a scene in a movie. Seriously. I know I could probably google an infinite number of romantic love scenes where two lovers are kissing, or making love out in the rain. I don't care. Maybe it had been done a hundred different times in a hundred different ways, but never like this. Not in my mind anyway.

One moment we'd been running, laughing, holding hands. In the next, we were a muddy mess, lying on the ground, our lips crushed together kissing passionately. Limbs entwined, hands suddenly everywhere at once. It was as though the skies were waiting for this to happen, as suddenly the rain stopped, though we didn't.

And then she was spreading her legs, my cock at the entrance of that wet delicious pussy. I pressed, feeling her lips suddenly surround, engulfing me, but before I pushed inside her all the way, she cautioned me.

"You can't cum inside me," she said apologetically..."I'm not using anything."

I nodded my head in understanding, and then filled her. I felt my prick caress her cervix, tickling her there before sliding out, and then in again just as quickly. We began to move together, slowly fucking, nice deep penetrating thrusts as her legs came up to wrap around me, her hands digging into my back as she moaned audibly, loudly. We began to slowly pick up speed, though I now began to worry, feeling the pleasured release already tightening my balls.

"I can't...too soon..." I breathlessly spoke, trying to fight and control the urge. 

"My mouth!" She said just as breathlessly, suddenly disengaging herself from me, rolling me over as she did, and then just as quickly sitting down on my face, her mouth all but swallowing my cock as I speared her with my tongue simultaneously.

I felt the first spurt of my release as it began filling her mouth. As it did, she began climaxing too, surprising me when she did as I'd not expected or anticipated that she too was as close as she was. As she came, I tasted the sweetness of her own honeyed nectar that oozed from her split like whipping cream. She didn't exactly squirt ejaculate like some women could and did, but her climax was definitely different than any woman I had known or been with. I wanted to wash my face in her spending, smear it all over, which I basically did. Mabel continued to suck me dry, even long after we were both spent, we lay there on the wet ground, only then beginning to feel the dampness. 

"Well, what a mess we are!" She laughed looking down at herself. We were covered in mud, almost from head to foot, and began brushing one another off with clumps of wet grass, until we had gotten most of it. Making our way back to her car, we put on as little as we could get away with for the drive back. Mabel put her blouse back on, along with her tiny little thong, and nothing else. I did likewise, putting on my shirt and my shorts, and then we finally got back on the road heading home.

**

I'd like to say we got home, ended up showering together, and then made mad passionate love the rest of the night. Unfortunately, that didn't happen. I was surprised that shortly after we had reentered the road, how quickly Mabel's mood seemed to change. Even sitting there half naked, which had already begun to arouse me all over again, she seemed subdued, withdrawn.

Confused, worried and concerned she was having seconds thoughts about what had just happened between us, I finally asked her about the sudden change, and if she was in fact upset that it had happened, and that we'd ended up fucking the way that we did.

"It's not that Steven, I enjoyed it very much...you know that I did. I needed it in fact, perhaps more than you realize. But it's me...there are things about me you don't know, perhaps wouldn't understand. And the fact we enjoyed what we did, is what now worries and concerns me. If I were to tell you things...I fear you would find them disgusting, and no longer wish to have anything to do with me."

I tried very hard to get her to open up to me after that, but she simply refused, finally telling me that now was not the time or the place to get into it, if in fact...we ever did. She told me she needed time to think about it more, and then if she found courage enough to tell me, she would. But she also said, that until then, it wasn't fair for us to continue doing what we'd just started either. With tears in her eyes, she bolted from the car the moment we pulled into her driveway, and entered the house closing the door behind her without saying another word.

As I stood in the shower finally washing away the rest of the caked on mud that still clung to me, I tried desperately to imagine what horrible acts, or deviant desires she might have. Those thoughts eluded me, try as I might. I considered almost everything, many of which even I found despicable, deplorable, but in doing so...still could not see her doing those types of things either. I was at a loss for words, or further ideas. I could only hope that she would eventually come around and decide to take me into her confidence, share with me the secrets that she obviously found too wickedly horrible to share with me then.

**

I didn't see her at all the following day. She seemed to have gone into seclusion, though to be honest, I didn't go over and knock either hoping to see her. What I had hoped, and waited for, was that she might come out on some errand, or that she'd go outside in the back of her yard and lay out or something. But I never saw so much as a curtain move inside the house. I also knew she had my number, as I had hers, and thought several times about calling her. I then made up my mind to give her that entire day at least, just in case she was using it to consider speaking to me about whatever horrible thoughts she might actually entertain. I would give her that, but I would at what I considered a reasonable hour first thing in the morning, go over to her place and finally knock on her door.

As it turned out, she came to my door instead.

She was properly dressed for the day, looking as though she was going out on some errand. It was seven fifteen in the morning, and I had barely rolled out of bed myself, just putting on the coffee when I heard her knock at my back door. Surprised, though delighted to see her, I invited her in, the coffee now made as I poured us each a cup, sitting down at the table. Few words even then passing between us. I waited patiently, my gut telling me that she had finally made her decision to talk to me about whatever it was.

"Your parents were right about me," she began, which even then didn't fully register. "Not about me sleeping with the neighbors, or anyone around here. And technically, I never fucked anyone but my husband," she then added.

"What do you mean technically?" I asked curious, but my gut told me that there was a lot more to this, and perhaps that some of it, I just might actually find repulsive or disgusting, and the thought of that made me ill. I had just had one of the best experiences of my entire life with her, and I felt that was about to be taken from me.

"Did you ever think it odd I was married to a man who was so much older than myself?" She now asked.

"No...not really, why?"

She paused, reconsidering her approach having seen my reaction, which was still more confused than anything as I tried to calmly sit there and wait for her to explain where she was going with this.

"Jack was the only man I ever had intercourse with, but he wasn't the only man I had pleasures with."

"Ok," I said trying to absorb this, but even that hadn't shocked or surprised me, though I continued to wait for the other shoe to drop, which it soon did.

"I married Jack when I was just eighteen, I was fascinated with him, his virility, the way he made me feel like a woman, innocent as I was. At first, it was just us...Jack pleasured me in ways I never even knew existed, and because of that, I trusted him implicitly. Once I did...and once he knew that, he began introducing other men into our sex-life, men at first I was hesitant to include, but he convinced me how much he enjoyed it, enjoyed seeing me pleasured, how much it pleasured him to see me pleasuring other men. But always...always...with the promise no other man except for himself would ever be allowed to fuck me."

I now had a pretty good inkling where she was headed with this, visions of her involved in some sort of an orgy, with several other men present perhaps now filled my mind. Even then, I wasn't as appalled by having heard this as I might have been.

"It's not your fault, he forced you into doing that!" I told her, thinking she would hear in my words that I didn't hold her accountable, nor would I look at her any differently because of it.

"He didn't force me. I did so willingly. At first of course, it was because I thought it pleased him, which it did. But then...after a while, I did it because I wanted to, because I wanted to feel the thrill of doing what I did with other men, friends, even coworkers, and then after a while...men we'd simply pick up in a bar, where we'd then get a room, invite them up..."

"Them?"

Now I could see the fearful look in her eye as she looked at me, my reaction, wondering if she should even continue, or call it quits there.

"Go on," I urged her, smiling, trying to let her see somehow that though surprised yes, I wasn't even now trying to judge her.

"Yes...them," she began again. "We'd find four, five maybe even six guys in an evening. We'd tell them all to come to our room at a certain time, none of them would usually know about the others, until of course after they began showing up. It was rare that any of them would ever leave once they had, only a very few ever did. But we generally were pretty good about our selections, finding men who we felt would enjoy the limitations we placed on them if they were to stay."

"So what happened, I mean...not so much about what actually happened, but obviously something changed between the two of you. What I seem to remember, or recall, is that you and Jack never were very close as a couple as I remember it, growing up next door."

"No...by then we weren't, not really. Like I said, in the beginning, it was all Jack's idea, and I went along with it...because of him, for him. But then...after a while...I went because I wanted to, I began enjoying it...no longer doing it for him, but doing it for me!"

"And that's when he wanted to stop."

She nodded her head at my guess. "Yes, he decided he'd had enough...seen enough, but I told him I hadn't. I told him he'd be the only man I'd ever fuck, ever have sex with in that way. But I also told him, if he made me stop, I'd never fuck him again, and that I'd then start fucking everyone else except for him. I even told him he could divorce me if he wanted, let me go...but that I wasn't going to stop doing what I was doing, what I now so very much enjoyed. So you see Steven, he loved me, he never divorced me, though I gave him plenty of reason to do so. And I never betrayed that one promise, that one act, not with any man. Until I met you."

I sat back in my chair, still trying to digest all of this. "Well, that really doesn't count now does it? I mean, I am sorry your husband died, I really am. But it wasn't your intent to keep that vow to him now was it? Even after his death?"

"That vow? No. Not that one, otherwise you and I wouldn't have...no matter what. But you see Steven, what I'm trying to tell you is this. I have no intention of not doing what I've always enjoyed doing...with other men. That's why you needed to know, before we went any further than we already have. I won't lie to you about who I am, what I like, and what I enjoy doing. So if that sickens you, disgusts you...which it probably does, better you know it now before I make things any worse than they probably are now."

Admittedly, now having heard this, heard it in her own words, I couldn't help but wonder if she was right. I couldn't even imagine it really, though I sat there actually trying to. She stood, preparing to leave.

"Maybe I should go. I've already said more than I probably should have, but now you need some time alone to think about what I've just told you. I don't blame you in the least if you now look at me differently than you have, than you once did, even as a boy. You now know my secret, my past...but you also know now who it is that I really am."

"No, please...don't go, sit down. I want to hear all of it. Yes, I'll admit, I am a bit shocked, surprised. But just like you said, and asked me, I'm now asking you. Tell me all of it so that I can think about it and decide for myself. But I want to know the whole story, what it is you do, and why...why you enjoy it, before I make up my own mind about any of this."

To my surprise, Mabel sat down. "Well, ok...but once I begin, you'll hear it all, every nasty little tid-bit. But...know this much too, even with all those men, I always practiced safe-sex. And of course, Jack was always there to see to it that they all understood what was expected, and what wasn't. We never had any problems with anyone attempting to force me to do anything they already knew I wouldn't do. And as long as they were good with that, so was I. I never gave anyone a blowjob without them wearing a condom, not once. Not all of them liked that, but if they wanted that and not just a hand-job, then they had to abide by that agreement as well. But the thing was...whether I sucked them, or just jerked them off...for me, it was the sensation, the feeling of a man's cum spurting against me. They could cum on me wherever they wanted to, but just on me...never in me. Never in my pussy, or in my ass, or in my mouth. But, wherever else they wanted to they could. And I loved it. I loved feeling it, seeing it, watching all those different sized and shape of cocks squirting. Some more than others, but again, that too was part of the fascination for me. I love seeing a man spurt, always have. And the more cocks I see doing it, the better. That's where I derive my enjoyment Steven, that's what gets me off. I just love watching a man's hard stiff cock squirting. I love jacking a man off, just to see that, and have very often approached men with no other purpose in mind than that. I've walked up to total strangers, men I've learned to judge carefully, cautiously. Ninety-nine percent of the time, they let me. Whether it's a quick jerk off in the bushes at the park, on the bus, in the back of a storage room at a store, or even a dressing room. That's what I do, what I enjoy doing and seeing. Maybe none of that makes any sense to you, it probably doesn't. But that's who I am, what I like, and what I have every intention of continuing to do."

She was right about one thing, she'd given me a great deal to think about. And I was admittedly torn, my emotions at the moment jumbled and confused, I didn't know what to think, still trying to imagine it all. But the other thing that surprised even me...was the fact that I was very aroused having heard all this.

Once again Mabel stood, as did I. By the look on her face she had said everything there was to say, preparing to leave. When I stood however, there was no denying the obvious. My robe was tented out, my hard stiff cock pressing against the fold, obscenely so. She looked down, her face clearly surprised upon seeing that, now looking up towards me, confusion clearly evident.

"You're...you're hard?"

I looked down at myself, smiling. "Yeah, I guess I am." I then looked back up at her, more of a serious expression on my face. "Not going to lie to you either. You have given me a lot to think about, and I will...I promise you that. But until I do that, until I decide if what you told me bothers me or not, at the moment...I'm not going to decide one way or the other. Right now, all I want to do...is cum for you, if...you'd like me to do that."




Maybel-line



"Really? You would?"

Just seeing the excitement in her eyes confirmed everything. I knew then I would either have to accept her for the person she really was, or chalk up the whole thing to experience and go on. But at the moment, that decision would have to wait. I hated to admit it, but I was definitely aroused, and in much need of release.

"Yes, I would. The only question I have at the moment, is do you want me to do it? Or do you? And that doesn't mean I'm come to any decisions either, all it does mean is that I will think about it. But until then...well hell, I'll just say it. I'm fucking horny!"

"Me too!" Mabel giggled, and then began removing her clothes.

**

Within moments, we were both naked, standing there in my kitchen facing one another. I saw how aroused she'd become by the way she stood there just shaking as she reached out, her hand grasping my hard stiff cock. Similarly, I reached down, my own hand cupping her mound, my finger toying with her slit. She was soaked, more so than she'd been with me there in the rain. She was literally dripping wet, almost as though she had already climaxed, and I have wondered for a moment, if she hadn't. 

"It won't take long...not this time."

"Good. I don't want long...this time," she told me, though there was hope in her eyes that it wouldn't be the last time either.

That I couldn't give her yet. But I could give her now, and did.

"I'm going to cum," I announced almost as quickly, already the surge of my unexpected, unanticipated release was beginning to work its way up my shaft. Mabel knelt down before me, holding my cock against the side of her face. I spurted. I watched the first streamer of my spunk land against her cheek and then tangle in her hair. She switched sides at once, resting my prick against her other cheek as I spurted again, mimicking almost identically to that side of her face what I'd done to the first. She then pulled my prick down to her neck, squirting her there, to her breasts, each one taking the next liberal dose of my cream as she continued to pump it out of my prick, laughing deliriously now as I did so.

Finally spent, I pulled her back up to me, kissing her. Our tongues fought wildly for a moment. And then she placed her hand on my somewhat flaccid prick again. 

"How long?" She asked.

"Long enough to finger you, so I can watch you cum," I told her. "And then you can do it again, wherever, and however you'd like."

"Where's your bedroom?" She asked. "I've never been in it you know..."

"I know," I told her. And then I took her there.

**

Unlike the day, and night before, we spent the entire rest of the day and that evening together. She was almost insatiable, which perhaps should have been another reminder to me, she was untamable as well, had that been my intent. I was amazed at her voracity to make me cum, as often as she could. She purely and simply enjoyed watching it, watching me spurt, until I had nothing left to give her.

By the time we were finished, she was covered in spunk, literally from head to toe. The last had been no more than a few squeezed out droplets. But even this, she'd insisted on my rubbing them between her toes as I came. Milking out the last of what remained, which wasn't much, though we had by now each of us lost track of the number of orgasms we had given one another. I had made her cum twice just from eating her, and then just before pulling out to have her milk me against her toes, from fucking her. Only the second time now that we had.

I was drained, exhausted, and now of a more reasonable mind. As though sensing this, sensing that even if this had been our one and only time together, it had all been worth it. Even if after this we never came together again.

She didn't even bother dressing. Just slipping out the back door, crossing the yard naked towards her own. My cream running off her in little rivulets as she did so.

It was the most erotic sight I had ever seen as she disappeared back inside her house.

**

I slept soundly until early the next morning, waking still undecided about it all. Yet aroused once again. My cock hard, stiff and straight even before I could remove the sleep from my eyes as I opened them, my hand already grasping my prick in remembrance of the day before. I rolled over looking at the clock, it was a quarter to eight. Even before I climbed out of bed so I could try and pee, I picked up the phone dialing her number. She answered without saying hello.

"You're up?" She asked

"You might could say that," I chuckled. "In a moment, I'm going to go into the bathroom and try to pee. After that, I'm going to start jerking myself off."

All I heard was the dial tone as I made my way into the bathroom. Peeing would have to wait.

**

I was actually standing there looking down into the water, masturbating myself when she came up from behind me, again naked. 

"Here, let me do that."

I closed my eyes groaning at the sudden pleasurable touch of her hand on my cock. "You want to go back to the bedroom?"

"No. I want to watch you spurt into the water. I want to see how much cum you produce first thing in the morning, especially after yesterday. I want to see it float on the surface, and then watch it spiral down after we flush it away," she said lustfully.

Admittedly, that was a bit kinky, but it had likewise aroused me, weirdly so perhaps. But I stood there, now staring down at the water, watching her hand as she stood behind me, slowly working, pumping my prick expectantly.

"Always tell me," she then said. "Even when I know you are...tell me anyway, I like hearing it."

It didn't take very long after that. It felt too fucking good.

"I'm going to squirt, I'm going to spurt...I'm going to shoot my fucking load!" I told her. I didn't know what to say, what she'd prefer hearing, so I said it all. But she seemed to love hearing it, every bit of it, coaxing me to continue.

"Yes! Yes! Squirt for me Steven, shoot your creamy spunk! Let me see it hit the water! Tell me! Tell me! Tell...me!"

"I'm fucking cumming!" I screamed out, looking down just as she was, watching rope after rope of my sperm splashing into the toilet, her hand wild now upon me, pumping my prick furiously in an attempt to drain me of every last possible drop.

She licked her fingers clean stepping off to the side around me. I stepped back as she sat down on the toilet taking my place. I answered the unasked question.

"You're going to need to give me a while, especially after last night, and now this morning."

"We're in no hurry here," she told me. "So enjoy yourself...just as I did." And with that, I stood there watching her fingering herself, already I could see the beginnings of her own white creamy substance beginning to appear in the folds of her pussy lips.

It wouldn't take nearly as long as I'd first thought.

**

I stood there watching her finger herself. Watched as her own creamy substance poured from her pussy, oozing out of her cunt, dripping into the bowl. I could hear the decadent sounds she made as she teased herself, purposely fucking her cunt in such a way that I could hear the sound of her juices as she pleasured herself.

I was hard again. 

I reached down easily lifting her off the seat, as I did, she slid easily down onto my shaft, locking her legs around my waist.

"Don't..."

"I know...I won't," I assured her, and then thrust into her deeply, pinning her back against the wall as I began fucking her wildly and as fast as I possibly could. She cried out then in pure orgasmic bliss seconds later, pounding into her again and again, until she came again, crying out, clenching herself to me.

"I'm gonna..."

"CUM!" She screamed out, and then held me so tightly to her that I had no other choice. And I began filling her pussy with my sperm.

**

We went downstairs for coffee after that, once again sitting at the kitchen table. For a moment neither one of us spoke, still lost in thought.

"So? Where are we...anywhere?" She asked.

"Everywhere, and nowhere," I told her honestly, as I still hadn't really come to any decisions yet. "But I have decided one thing," I began as she looked on worriedly. "Before I finally do decide how I feel about all this...about everything, I now know, I need to see it for myself. I need to see you with other men, I need to know how I'd feel about that, good or bad. So until I do that, I don't think I can honestly tell you one way or the other."

She thought about that only for a moment before replying. "Yes, perhaps you should. Maybe that is the only way you'll truly know for sure one way or the other. When?"

"As soon as we can, I think," I told her, now not at all sure I had the courage enough to actually go through with it, but I could now see she was committed to it herself.

"Tonight then. I know where and what to do. Just be ready. She now stood her mind made up, though now so was mine. "I'll call you in a couple of hours with all the details, just leave everything up to me." And with that, she was out the door again. I sighed heavily, knowing that after tonight...one way or the other, I would know if we had any sort of a future together. Whatever was going to happen, was going to happen. There was no stopping it now. There was no point in it anyway, I needed to know. Had to know. And before the evening was over with, I would know.

**