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Walk of Shame Ch. 01

By: Stardog Champion



It was the first time in Jacqueline Montero's 41 and a half years on Earth that she consciously felt like she was sticking her hand in a cookie jar she wasn't supposed to. Her chest itching as if a million tiny gnats were buzzing just inside her sternum, Jacki repeatedly swiveled her head to remind herself the front door was locked and all the curtains were drawn closed.

The electric white glow of the computer monitor providing the only light in her otherwise pitch black den/home office, Jacki's trembling right hand tapped at the mouse, knowing one click would forever change the woman she saw in the mirror.

Her stomach churning as her bare feet worked like two pistons pumping on the carpet, Jacki allowed the evil, mischievous spirit that had slowly usurped control over her soul to press that mouse key and send her plunging over the edge of decency and good taste.

How such a sane, sober and otherwise buttoned-up and conservative woman would find herself biting her lower lip as she anxiously awaited seeing a young man, most likely one who was barely half her age, expose himself over the internet was quite a complicated, yet age old story of misguided frustration and serendipitous chance.

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It all started out so innocently a few weeks earlier. Logging on to the internet to look for a new puppy to give some life to her suddenly empty home, Jacki figured a mutt would provide a little more stable companionship than the boyfriend of nine months she just kicked to the curb after finding out he was cheating. Even though the guy, Noel, hadn't officially 'moved in', he'd been staying at Jacki's house 4 or 5 nights a week, and she really didn't comprehend how much stuff he'd brought over until she bit the bullet that day and packed it all up to leave on the front porch.

It wasn't the first time she'd encountered an 'empty nest'. Divorced for going on 7 years, Jacki somehow survived that along with sending her Daughter, Randi, off to college 4 years earlier. Never quite comfortable 'alone', Jacki dated when the opportunity presented itself and had several live-in boyfriends over the years, but clicking on Craigslist that fateful afternoon, she just knew finding a dog, and the loyalty that came with it, might be the way to go. Sadly, what she eventually found online was a much different breed of canine.

Just like most anyone who hadn't spent the previous 10 years being a churpa in the Himalayas, Jacki knew there were some rather outrageous things being solicited on Craigslist, along with thousands of other sites out on the net. Having fended off the mild curiosity on occasion to steal a peek at some of the debaucherous things some of the people in her small Delaware town might be in to, with nothing but time to burn off that lazy late afternoon, Jacki clicked on the personals page before she could really stop herself.

If she'd just stopped after checking out the relatively tame ads posted from the people in her backwoods corner of the world and gone back to looking for a Bichon pup, Jacki Montero would have been fine. Instead, once her toes were dipped in the digital cesspool, she found herself searching out some of the bigger cities in the region like Philadelphia and New York, just to get an idea what was going on in the seedy underbelly of the major metropolitan areas. 

Knowing she'd be spending a weekend in DC for Randi's graduation from Georgetown in a couple of weeks, she also couldn't resist seeing how folks were getting their jollies in the Nation's Capital.

The half hour or so Jacki had committed to looking for a lap dog companion had suddenly drifted well into the evening as she hypnotically clicked from one scandalous adult ad to another, amazed that people really were into that sort of stuff.

Often reminding herself that many of those ads were scams and schemes designed to take advantage of desperate people, she also knew a certain percentage of them also had to be real, and that realization basically turned her blood into a Slurpee inside her veins.

On the periphery of her attention span, Jacki knew she could exit out of the site and click on any number of the other web destinations she had bookmarked, but she just couldn't stop herself from clicking on one headline after another, some flowery and creative, other's blunt and Spartan, each with a hint of mystery, begging to be viewed.

Being a quick study, it was easy to determine there were way more men out there in cyberspace looking for a hook-up than there were women. That isn't to say there weren't a plentiful amount of liberated, or wannabe liberated, ladies out there looking to broaden their horizons in some rather unspeakable ways, but every city she clicked on, the male ads outnumbered the female ones at least 2 to 1.

Fancying herself as a butterfly fluttering through a forest of 'whoa', Jacki aloofly assessed what the men online had to offer. Many of the guys were attractive enough and showed off quite nice physiques when they had their shirts off. She came to discover many of the pictures were 'canned' model shots however when the exact same photo started showing up on different profiles, in different towns, to men with vastly different ages.

Not a bit to her surprise, Jacki was also bombarded with a vast array of penises in various states of arousal, but she found it curious most of the guys who bragged about being 'gifted' in that department neglected to have a picture with their cock and their face in the same shot.

Jacki pretty much came to the conclusion that most of the ads were about as real and legitimate as the boobs in many of the female personals. Yet, she couldn't stop herself from surfing through those choppy, but hysterically addictive, waters.

While most of the ads caused Jacki to roll her eyes, a few did pique her interest in a 'staring at a train wreck' sort of way. There were a couple that stuck in her craw as well, mainly the ones where guys who were plainly married were online soliciting action on the side. Considering what Jacki had been through with her Ex, Earl and now most recently with her latest boyfriend, Noel, something buried deep down in the pit of her tortured soul almost wanted to click on one of those ads, let the guy take her out for dinner then give him a hand job in the car afterwards just before doing something very cruel to him.

Smiling ever so slightly as she re-played that demented vision inside her head, Jacki would have probably spent all night filtering through the avalanche of ads if her cell phone didn't snap her back to reality.

Her Daughter, Randi was returning her Mom's call from earlier in the day, and the news she had only worsened Jacki Montero's already fragile state of mind.

She'd originally called to let Randi know she and Noel had broken up and to see if she could just stay at Randi's apartment while she was in DC. She could also save some money canceling the hotel reservations she made with her now estranged boyfriend.

Considering she'd be busy with various parties and all the graduation functions, Randi was more than happy to let her Mom crash at her place, especially since her two roommates were moving out at the end of the semester.

Just as the first strains of a good mood started to gestate inside her mind, Randi dropped a bomb out of the blue. Jacki knew her Ex-husband was coming to the graduation. As much as she detested the sight of Earl Montero, even she couldn't deny he had a right to be there for his only child's special day. 

Jacki could tell her Daughter was parsing her words carefully and an uncomfortable seed of dread began to take root in her stomach. Jacki knew her Ex was dating someone, he was always 'dating someone'. She wasn't surprised when Randi told her that her Dad was bringing his current girlfriend along for the visit. What did hit Jacki like a mallet to the base of the spine however was when Randi told her that woman was now her Father's fiancé.

The fact that Earl was going to be there with a significant other didn't really bother Jacki. Even hearing he was getting re-married wasn't that much of a shock. If the unfortunate woman wanted to go down that path, Jacki had a pretty good idea what she was eventually in for. 

What really twisted the knife was how the news came right on the heels of breaking up with Noel. Selfish or not, Jacki had pretty much planned on having him there as arm candy to counterbalance her Ex being there with his new Bride-to-be. Contemplating being there alone, Jacki just knew she'd stick out like a solitary, sore thumb during the times they were all forced to be together.

Randi had asked several times during the call if her Mom was OK with everything and Jacki, as she always so adept at, didn't allow her voice to quiver one slightest bit when she told her Daughter everything was fine. Thankfully no one else was home to see Jacki pick up a pen and a stapler from her desk and fling them savagely against the wall the instant she hung up.

Immediately clicking off the options in her head, Jacki realized there weren't that many viable ones. While there were a handful of men she'd dated on some level before getting serious with Noel, each of whom would probably jump at the chance if she called them out of the blue, for varying reasons, none of them really possessed the 'arm candy' qualities she really wanted to show off with her Ex and his fiancé there.

Jacki also met tons of men through her job managing a doctor's office, but between her employer frowning upon fraternizing with the patients and co-workers, and the compressed time frame she had to try and be subtle about it, Jacki decided to scratch that off as an option.

Staring at the computer sitting in front of her, Jacki even entertained the idea of looking to see if there was a male escort in the DC area that she could hire to accompany her. God knows there were plenty of women out there offering those types of services, in a town as big and as social as DC, there had to be men out there that would spend a few hours with a straight woman for the right price. She couldn't even help laughing out loud just a little when she pictured the look on everyone's face if she showed up with a young, Italian, Scandinavian or South American hunk on her arm.

"Just grow up," she finally told herself. "This weekend isn't about you, Jacqueline..it's about your Daughter graduating college. Just show up, smile, show the world how proud you are and move on."

All that made for a great pep talk if Jacki hadn't got into a bottle of wine before bed.

Figuring she's just sip some wine and settle her nerves for the rest of the night, Jacki found herself back on-line updating a dating profile she'd allowed to go dormant months earlier.

"Who knows..maybe I'll meet Prince Charming in the next few days," she groused, remembering real quick why she drifted away from that particular website when four guys e-mailed her in the first 15 minutes she was on, each seemingly more unkempt than the last.

"Is this really the dating pool I have left to choose from?" Jacki cringed to herself, downing the last bit of wine in her glass and quickly re-stocking it as she surveyed the bleak landscape of all the available men in her age range on that site within a 50 mile radius.

"Every damn guy is either bald, buck toothed or bloated..the only good looking ones are under the 'married but looking for a little extra on the side' section...all the good ones are taken!!" she shook her head disgustedly.

"Oh Jacki..there's plenty of nice, hardworking guys out there that would treat you great..you just have to look around," the last vestiges of Jacki's conscience tried to re-assure but it was effectively being drowned out by the increasing blood alcohol count of her self pity.

Again, a ding in her inbox brought a hint of life to Jacki's glazed eyes.

"Great...a 24 year old kid from Jersey. Like I haven't already changed enough diapers in my life..I don't need this," she sighed out loud, swishing the wine around her mouth as she clicked on the new message out of boredom and morbid curiosity.

"U caught my eye," the message read. "Luv older women. Had the pleasure of a few. R U interested in a young stud that can go for hours???"

"Dear God," Jacki nearly put her head in her hands. "This has to be a joke!"

First of all, she'd never really thought of herself as an 'older woman', and being referred to as one didn't sit well. Now here this guy was who's no more than a year or two older than her Daughter brazenly reminding her of that fact.

Taking one last look at the guy's picture before hitting delete, she couldn't help think he looked like a casting reject from that "Jersey Shore" show.

"If I'm gonna be a cougar..hopefully I can find better prey than that and maybe at least find a guy who can spell and talk in complete sentences," Jacki wryly mouthed as she clicked the mouse with the red, manicured nail of her index finger, erasing the indecent and more than likely duplicated come-on he'd probably sent to a hundred women that night in hopes that one might reply.

Before she could barely blink, two new ones popped up in its place.

The first message was from a guy in his late 50's. He lived relatively close, seemed to have his head on straight and certainly looked in shape for his age, but as much as Jacki squirmed at the thought of being a cougar, she wasn't exactly hip either to the perception of having a sugar daddy. At least the guy was well spoken and polite in his note, and Jacki sent him back a quick reply communicating she was flattered, but just not interested.

The second message was a little more difficult for Jacki to process. The first thing she noticed, it was impossible not to, was the guy had attached a picture of his (or someone's) erect penis to the short note that basicly said, "I'd like to introduce you to me and my not so little friend".

The guy's profile didn't have a picture of his face (no shock there), and the gist of it, not surprisingly, was he was just out for a no strings, no frills sexual encounter. Whether it was just Jacki's frustration with everything or the wine taking affect, but for whatever reason, she decided to make an example out of this guy.

"It wouldn't be the worst thing in the world to run into a guy who actually owned something like that," Jacki's deprived libido murmured.

Nearly two months since she'd been touched sexually by a hand that wasn't her own, conveniently when Noel began seeing his other woman, Jacki could feel all that stored angst building to the point of critical mass inside her womb as the wine slowly robbed the 41 year old woman of her inhibitions.

Answering the ad, Jacki flirtishly mocked, "Do you have a permit for that thing?"

It didn't take long for the man to zing back his reply," As a matter fact, yep...it has a license to thrill!!"

Jacki nearly burst out laughing at the guy's cheesy bravado but decided to play along a little longer.

From what the man's profile said, he was 32 so at least Jacki didn't feel like she was robbing the cradle the way she did with the first guy who propositioned her. After trading a few more IM's, Jacki got the guy to at least send a picture with his face, and she nearly shuddered and shook like a wet dog when she saw it. If the guy was truly 32, it had been a cruel and hard three decades for the poor guy.

"Everybody lies about themselves on the internet, especially their age," Jacki reminded herself but quickly decided to cease the conversation when the gentleman, not so subtlety, asked if she wanted to 'cyber'.

As bad as her loins were throbbing, she simply couldn't bring herself to discuss anything of a sexual nature with a man who looked that rough, even if that was the package he was carrying between his legs.

Almost to the point of calling it a night, knowing most any guy online at that time of the evening was only out looking for one thing, Jacki swiveled there in her office chair, her fifth glass of wine of the night resting in her right hand as she contemplated her next move.

The same wayward frustration that had kept her online for that long continued to fester and bubble just under the surface, and Jacki knew she wouldn't be able to fall asleep if she didn't vent it, at least a little. Hitting the search function at the site against her better judgment, Jacki proceeded to turn over more stones, these a little further from home.

It didn't take long for a few more snakes to slither out.

"Wow..him again," Jacki mumbled out loud when she saw another guy using the exact same 'model stock' photo for his profile at that site as a few of the guys were back on Craigslist.

"You know you've got your trusty vibe buried there in your dresser drawer...just pull yourself away from this computer and drag yourself to bed...10 minutes with it and you'll be dead to the world, Jacki," she told herself, struggling with the same digital quicksand we all have at one time or another.

Casting a bleary eye towards the nearly empty bottle of wine to her right, deep down Jacki knew she wasn't going anywhere until she'd finished it off. The glass turned to her lip, there was yet another ping in her inbox.

"Geez..this is too fucking much," Jacki leaned forward in her seat and groaned incredulously to her computer screen. "This kid says he's only 19!"

Subconsciously sensing the ice beneath melting away, Jacki debated whether to answer this latest inquiry or simply hit delete. Stealing a peek at the guy's picture and initial few lines of his profile, Jacki decided he at least seemed like he could put a coherent sentence together even though with his fair hair and youthful features, he didn't look a day over 16.

"Just happened across your profile and your picture," his message read. "Figured it couldn't hurt to at least say hi."

"Rather innocuous," Jacki sighed compared to the outrageously forward come-ons she'd dealt with since she'd logged on.

"Are you're Mom and Dad home?" Jacki typed of her snide, well timed, response.

"Actually, Yes," the young man replied, acknowledging the older woman's biting stab at humor before engaging her in conversation. "Just got home from college yesterday. They made my old bedroom into an office so I'm making do setting up a makeshift room up here in the attic loft."

Scanning the rest of his profile as she decided whether or not to continue with the dialogue, Jacki expected he would live somewhere close like Jersey, New York or maybe as far away as Pennsylvania. She was shocked to see he had Des Moines, Iowa listed as his hometown.

"Just saw you live in Iowa...why are you trying to talk to a woman halfway across the country?" Jacki asked, not even adding the part about the ridiculous age difference.

"Not exactly a lot of women around here...I just finished my first year at Penn so I know that part of the East Coast a little..the main reason though is I just saw your picture online and I liked it," he told her.

Silence was all Jacki could manage as the young man's compliment settled in her fizzing head. 

"Penn?" Jacki laughed, thinking she ought to tell him she had a Daughter about his age that she could fix him up with but decided to withhold that information for just awhile.

"Iowa to Philadelphia..that's quite a trek," Jacki typed. "I can't believe you would need to be online..I'm guessing you meet plenty of girls?"

"I do...but I always like keeping my options open ..there's a few extenuating circumstances as well..and its just fun to take a look around to see who's out there," he responded.

Jacki understood the implication of 'keeping his options open', but she certainly paused contemplating what he meant by 'extenuating circumstances'.

"I could turn things right around," the young man began. "What's an attractive woman like you doing at a hook-up site like this?"


Walk of Shame Ch. 01



Once again Jacki was left without a quick reply, partly due to her inebriated state, but also the boy's composure and forwardness. 

"I'm Chris, by the way," the 19 year old filled the growing gap of silence.

"Hi Chris...I'm Jacqueline...most people call me Jacki," she replied, instantly regretting giving out her real name.

"Just calm down," she chided herself. "He doesn't know its your real name and besides, he lives nearly 2,000 miles away. I don't think your circles of friends are going to overlap."

"What are you studying at Penn?" she asked, immediately feeling old asking someone that young such a trite question.

"Just getting some credits built up right now." he told her amiably. "Thinking about maybe doing Pre-Med down the road."

The conversation jump started, the two proceeded to chat back and forth for another five minutes or so until Chris made a suggestion.

"I've got a cam."

They were only four little words, but each one pricked Jacki's spine like tiny ice-picks. Feeling like she'd committed too much to the dialogue to simply log off and run away with her tail between her legs, Jacki replied back that she had one as well.

"I've got a mic too," Chris added.

Within a minute, through the magic of the internet, 41 year old Jacqueline Montero was face to face with 19 year old Christopher Stockman.

Considering how many men she'd encountered that looked nothing like their profile picture, Jacki was at least encouraged the blonde haired, blue eyed guy on her screen had been honest about his appearance. That reassurance didn't do anything to quell the unease growing in her chest however.

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What Chris saw when he stared into the monitor brought a Cheshire grin to his sweet and innocent face. Jacki was exactly what he'd been looking for that night.

Studying the way her long black hair looked somewhat strewn and messy as she rubbed her fingers through it, Chris could tell Jacki was up past her usual bedtime. From the pronounced blush of her pale, olive skinned cheeks, it didn't take a genius to guess she'd been drinking as well. The fact he could see what looked to be a mostly drained bottle of wine to the woman's right just confirmed it.

Noticing no distinctive ring on Jacki's left hand, he felt safe in his assumption she wasn't married. Considering the late hour back East and the woman's failing state of sobriety, he had a fair insight into Jacki Montero's mindset, even if she didn't.

Continuing to project an aire of subdued calm, Chris' ears perked up when he heard Jacki mumble, "I can't believe I'm doing this," several times.

"Doing what..we're just talking?" he looked directly into the camera and smiled.

All Jacki could do as bow her head bashfully and take another sip of vino.

"Yeah..you're right," she managed, even though the ground beneath her was steadily giving way.

Another pocket of silence played out between the two as they visually sized each other up on the screen.

Chris thought about commenting on the nearly empty bottle of wine beside Jacki but decided to leave it be. Instead, he did what any self respecting horny 19 year old would, he focused on the swells of the woman's cleavage in her loose fitting tank-top.

"So...how many women have you met on here..do you talk to a lot of girls?" Jacki asked.

"Not many..I've been so busy with exams at school and just flying home the other day..I haven't even been on here for a few weeks..just sitting home bored tonight and decided to log-on...that's when I saw you were on-line too," he matter of factly replied.

Jacki put her chin in her right hand and swirled the wine in her glass with her left as she tried to glean the honesty in the young man's answer.

"What does it matter?' the playful voice of want bubbled up from the depths.

"...He's 19...,' the fading wisps of her rationale replied, but it struggled to add anything else.

"What were those extenuating circumstances you mentioned earlier..you don't have something terminal do you...just on the screen here..you look pretty healthy?" Jacki quizzed without trying to come across as nosey.

"No..its nothing terminal exactly...just a condition that complicates certain relationships at times," Chris nodded his head passively towards the camera.

"Hmmm," Jacki visibly sighed, unsure if she should continue with this line of questioning.

"You're not like..bi-polar...or...?" Jacki started to ask, trying not to tread too deeply into the young man's personal issues.

"No...I think we're all messed up in our own special way..but I'm not on meds for anything," Chris responded with a friendly, open ended smile.

"God..then what?" Jacki's eyes seemed to beg as she took another sip from her glass.

It wasn't lost on Chris how the woman on the screen had to, ever so slightly, start and stop a few times before she got the wine safely to her lips. 

"I hope she doesn't conk out like that woman did a few months ago when I was IM'ing with her at school..we were rolling along so good and she just passed right out," Chris thought as he watched Jacki swaying in the winds of intoxication in front of him.

"Do you have some sort of birth defect?" She sniped in a tone she certainly wouldn't have used in the sober light of day.

"I guess you could say that..didn't really realize just how bad it was until a few years ago," Chris crypticly replied, and left it at that.

Jacki looked as if she had a lump in her throat as she tried digesting what the guy on the screen was alluding to. Having worked for years as an office manager for a group of doctors, there weren't too many physical maladies she hadn't at one point or another heard of.

Any hope of steering the conversation towards the weather, the failings of the Obama administration, or any number of other trivial directions was long since passed. Feeling as if her judgment had been lifted up off its foundation and carried away by the flood waters of her inebriated state, Jacki simply couldn't stop herself from coming right out and asking about the condition Chris kept alluding to.

"You're gonna log off as soon as I tell you," he warned. "Just like a couple of other women have."

"I'm a big girl..I've seen pretty much everything a person can throw at another," Jacki assuredly shot back, her curiosity now stoked more than ever.

"Are you sure?" he asked once again, leaning back in his seat as if waiting for the older woman's final go ahead. "You promise not to exit out as soon as I tell you?"

"Yes..I promise," Jacki took a deep breath and replied, praying she wouldn't regret those words.

"I have an issue ...when I'm intimate with women...sort of an issue with my penis," Chris' monotone voice came through the mic like a confessional, filling Jacki's head along with the small office surrounding her.

"Oh..you guys are so insecure about that sort of stuff...I wouldn't worry about it one bit..there are so many other ways to make a girl happy..." Jacki blathered on for a few seconds as Chris just sat there trying to keep a straight face.

"Actually...," Chris chimed back in when he allowed the temporary patch of silence to run it's course. "I sort of have the opposite problem."

"...Bull...shit," was Jacki's incredulously blunt and certain response, even though it came out a little disjointed due to her drunken condition.

Chris rolled his eyes and smiled, having dealt with that reaction before.

"You asked," he offered, giving Jacki the chance to collect herself and change the subject.

"You expect me to believe that," she instead insisted, as if determined to press the issue. "If I had a dime for every wanna-be John Holmes I've met online..I'd be..."

"It's not like I mentioned it anywhere on my profile," Chris politely interrupted, causing Jacki to clam up and freeze for a few moments as she contemplated what he said.

"Let me guess...most guys want to pull it right out and show you, don't they?" Chris prodded.

"Yeah..either that..or they send a picture of it but conveniently send one that doesn't have a face with it," Jacki nodded. 

"I still don't believe you by the way..no way anyone can have something that would totally complicate having relations with a grown woman..its just ridiculous!" she continued, her voice slightly more sober and thoughtful than it had been before. 

"Have had to take two separate girls to the hospital over the past year and a half," Chris offered with an utterly straight face.

"WHAT?" Jacki grimaced with comic effect. "To the hospital..for what?"

"A combination of liquid courage and biting off a little more than they could chew," he told her. "Couple of girls from college..one Freshman and one Junior...Both were fine after the fact but they thought they may have damaged themselves after the initial adrenaline wore off."

Jacki simply sat there staring off in the distance, her mouth a tad more agape than before Chris mentioned the last part.

"I've kind of found out the hard way being intimate with girls my age may be a little tedious. Not saying there aren't a few that may be able to handle it, but generally I've had better luck with older women..especially ones that have had a few kids," he continued with the same nonchalance of a guy describing a trip to the mall.

There may have well been a 'vacancy' sign posted across Jacki's forehead as she processed what Chris was saying.

"I still don't believe you," she offered weakly, clearing sounding as if she was starting to.

"Knew there was something different about me once I got to high school and some of the guys in the locker room would look a little different at me in the shower..creepy I know..first time I had sex with a girl from school..she'd been around the block a few times..her reaction sort of cemented it," he added on, as if oblivious to Jacki's continued disbelief. "I never had sex with a girl again until I got to college last Fall and started branching out my horizons ..last thing I wanted was word getting around my hometown. Now I'm stuck here all Summer."

"Uh..huh," Jacki replied, visibly shivering a few times as the tangible weight of Chris' story settled like snowflakes down her spine.

"They had to go to the hospital?" she asked again, as if her mind was on random disconnect.

"We were just fooling around a little..just like a million other college kids in their Freshman dorm. Basically just heavy petting..she put her hand down on my pants and kind of jumped back. Once she steadied herself she leaned forward and snuck her hands inside," Chris relayed the story, clearly noticing the way Jacki was now fidgeting in her seat.

"She was drunk and determined and somehow I got it inside her and we wound up going at it for about 10 minutes before she finally gave out. She got sober real quick and started to worry that some real damage might be done..there was a little blood so I took her across campus to the medical facility. They kept asking the girl if she'd been raped and she kept telling them 'no'. I waited in the lobby the whole time and you can imagine the looks I got from the nurse on duty."

"The second time was a few months later. Was at a party with a Junior in somebody's spare bedroom...we wound up back down at the medical facility at about 2am...as luck would have it the same nurse was also on duty that night. How fucked up is that!"

This time Jacki couldn't even manage a "Uh-Huh". Instead, she just sat there speechless in front of the screen as the young man's words resonated in her head. The one thing she did notice however, even in her dumbfounded state, was how Chris' right hand had dipped beneath the desk and it was clear from the way his arm was flexing what he was doing with it.

"God, don't," her conscience railed but she couldn't stop herself.

"Can I see it?" the 41 year old divorcee sheepishly mumbled into the mic.

Rather than springing to his feet to do exactly what the older woman had so hesitantly asked, instead, Chris didn't budge, as if forcing Jacki to wallow in what she'd just said.

"Is that what you really want?" Chris looked straight into the camera and asked, his eyes accusatory and unflinching until Jacki eventually rocked her head up and down.

Realizing all her defenses were shot, Jacki leaned back in her seat and raised the last of the wine to her lips. Even from a half a country away, she felt the anticipation burning like an ulcer in the pit of her stomach when Chris started to stand up. It didn't take long, even with the spotty quality of the connection, for Jacki to notice the protruding bulge in the 19 year old's gym shorts.

A few beads of wine dripping out of the corner of her mouth when she missed somewhat with her aim, Jacki's chest rose and fell several times as she watched Chris dip his hand inside his waistband. Her breathing ceased when he finally swung the full length of his manhood free.

Jacki had always heard that TV added 10 pounds but she had no clue if that translated to computer screens as well. It sure looked to be the case however when Chris unsheathed his erect cock for her perusal. Straining her watery eyes to accommodate her depth perception, it didn't really sink in what she was seeing until she noticed the girth of Chris' penis was wider than the width of his wrist. Shifting in her seat as her insides continued to twist, Jacki's brain struggled to make any rational sense of what her eyes were transmitting.

"Something like that just doesn't look right attached to someone so slender," she tried convincing herself.

Chris didn't bother to say anything for a few seconds. He didn't have to. The drunken look of awe on Jacqueline Montero's face was much better than any, 'I told you so'.

The only reference point Jacki had to what she was seeing was the final scene of that "Boogie Nights" movie she saw years earlier. Even then, she was sure there were elements of either trick photography, or a casting call that took weeks to find the right specimen.

As if Jacki needed any more context for what she was visually processing, Chris removed the watch from his right wrist and placed it around the shaft of his cock. It was clear, even across Jacki's internet feed, how much more the band of the watch flexed around his bulging shaft than it had around Chris' lower arm. Crudely enough, the face of the watch was facing the camera.

"11:47" she noticed, quite a symbolic reality check considering how her own watch seemed to be synchronized exactly an hour faster.

For all his obvious gifts, there seemed to be very little arrogance or bravado in Chris' nature, simply an air of "Here it is, just like I promised."

"Was it what you were expecting?" Chris' voice drifted from her speaker.

"...I really don't know what I was expecting," Jacki half laughed, her words sounding like weak gusts of wind sweeping from her lips as her two nipples perked up and poked noticeably through her tank-top. 

Reaching down to remove the watch and put it back on his wrist with the casual aplomb of a magician who'd performed the same trick hundreds of times, Chris kept the head of his bobbing manhood aimed straight at the camera, its pee-hole staring all the way to Delaware like the spying single eye of a Cyclopes.

Flailing her hand, trying to secure a grip on the nearly empty bottle of wine sitting on her desk, Jacki couldn't escape the symbolic connotations of trying to wrap her fingers around the rounded vessel considering what she was staring at on the screen. Alas, the bottle was all but empty, leaving her brain scattered trying to remember if there was another one in the house to open.

"Are you turned on, Jacqueline?" he seemed to taunt her through the mic, the distinctively leading question taking on a whole different tinge with the way he used her full name.

"Uh...Well...I...Ah...," Jacki stammered, unsure how to answer such an obviously loaded question, but still keep what was left of her decency and self respect.

As if exposing his erect cock to her wasn't brazen enough, it was nothing compared to what he asked her to do next.

Sensing the internal struggle taking place inside the older woman, Chris knew getting her to verbalize how turned on she was would be tough. If he was going to put in that sort of effort, he decided he'd rather for her to show him.

"Are you getting wet Jacqueline?" he mouthed in a tone that would make a hypnotist proud.

Continuing to stroke his cock for the camera as he studied each and every one of Jacki's facial ticks, Chris watched her shake her head side to side with very little conviction.

"Dip your hand down into your pants," he told her with the same casual ease of a guy asking someone to pass the salt. 

"Swirl your hand down there a few times then pull it out and show me how wet your fingers are," the 19 year old continued to prod, making sure he traced his fingertips along the ridged head of his jutting penis for Jacki to clearly see.

With one click of the finger, Jacki could have easily closed the window and never had to worry about seeing that kid from Iowa ever again. As drunk as she was, by the next morning she'd probably have very little memory of the encounter either if she'd stopped right there.

Instead, with all the frustration, angst and primal want boiling just beneath the surface of her wounded psyche, whatever it was that the young man was providing was the salve she needed at that moment. If Chris was telling her to tuck her hand between her legs, she was helpless to comply. And the instant she did, her dazed eyes lit up like Roman Candles.

Chris' cock seemed to flare even more in his hand when he saw Jacki's reaction. It hadn't been the first time he'd played this little game with a woman online, but Jacqueline Montero was by far the prettiest, and that sent an extra jolt of adrenaline through his raging loins. The sheer thought of a woman that attractive and polished by day, wantonly digging her hand at her crotch as she stared at his manhood caused him to swell with virile pride.

"Now pull it out," he told her, easing his eyes forward so he could see the glistening sheen on her fingers.

Stroking his mammoth cock as he waited for Jacki to open her hand for the camera, he could tell by the way she rubbed her fingertips together just how slick they were. When she finally did expose her palm for the cam, Chris nodded his head approvingly.

Satisfied, he then told Jacki she could bury her hand back down between her thighs.

"Your nipples look like two bullets poking through," he unabashedly told the older woman a few breaths later, causing her to squirm that much more in her seat as she fell under his spell.

"Gawwwwddd...fucckkkk," Jacki gasped once she started fondling herself again, clearly showing all her defenses, moral and otherwise, had been breached.

"You've never fucked anything like this, have you?" Chris taunted in a hauntingly calm and cavalier tone, loving the way Jacki closed her eyes and nodded her head in agreement as she slide lower in the seat.

It wasn't just Chris' beastly penis that was turning Jacki inside out in front of the computer. While it certainly did play a part, seeing the youthful ripple of his abs as he held his shirt up sent bee stings down Jacki's spine as she juxtaposed all that with the image of the young man's handsome face. Even something as subtle as the soft blonde wisps of pubic hair lining the base of his ample shaft visually stirred feelings inside Jacki she didn't even know she had.

She also couldn't deny the way he talked to her had also somehow set her on fire. How he could be so crude, yet so polite in the way he stood there with his cock swinging free, as if openly savoring the weakness, need and yes, desperation she'd shown. Combine that with the lack of physical and emotional gratification in her life, not to mention her current lack of sobriety, and all the ingredients were there for a Biblical meltdown.




Walk of Shame Ch. 01



What had truly sent Jacki spiraling over the edge however was seeing firsthand just how lustfully depraved she'd become at almost a moment's notice. Knowing how all those complicated factors had been building inside her for a very long time, Jacki couldn't deny as she sat there, her mind floating above the scene like a watchful bird, just how lurid it must look with her right hand shoved down the front of her tight black leggings, frigging anxiously at her swollen and soaked pussy as a man half her age stood over a thousand miles away, looking on. Whatever had been unleashed inside Jacki felt like lava flowing through her veins, and the only relief from that vicious burn would come, if at all, from her impending sexual release.

Chris' motivations were much more simple, but it didn't lesson the joy and stunned appreciation he took from witnessing the machinations the older woman on his screen was about to go through.

He'd seen a plethora of women cum, both in person and in these impromptu internet chats. The urgency of what he was witnessing on his screen at that moment however was unlike anything he'd been party to during his short life. It seemed as if a dam burst of exorcised lust was flooding from the 41 year old divorcee as she shuddered in her chair. The table in front of her rocking as if an earthquake had hit her suburban Delaware home, Chris could hear the vibrations of her knees banging the underside of it as the greasy sound of her spinning fingers echoed through the mic.

Focusing his eyes on the way Jacki's hand worked inside the front of her stretch pants like a feasting langolier, Chris steadily increased the pace of his own penile massage until he could feel his seed begin to churn inside his heavy balls.

Unfazed and undaunted, Chris leaned in closer to the mic and told Jacki to raise her tank-top up as she franticly continued masturbating.

"Show me your tits while you fuck yourself, Jacqueline," came his clear and simple demand.

If it had been at any other point in her four decades, Jacki would have been mortified and angered by such a request, perhaps even combative. She'd even cringed more times than she could count watching the women do what they did for beads down in New Orleans when she saw clips on TV. To think, some 19 year old kid from Iowa could stand there and tell her to do such a thing, and she would even contemplate complying, was a reality Jacqueline Montero just couldn't fathom.

At that point however, even if he'd told her to drop down to her knees and bark like a dog, Jacki would have gladly done it if it meant she could get any shred of relief from the eruption building inside her.

Blindly using her left hand to raise the lower hem of her tank-top as she continued to splash the fingers of her right through her gushing slit, Jacki's pale white breasts majestically spilled free. By then her nipples were the size of acorns and she immediately twisted and tweaked them with her free hand as Chris gleefully looked on.

The added stimulation was all it took for the supernova to burst inside Jacki's body. Her bare feet rising several inches off the floor, Jacki flapped her knees out to each side causing the empty glass to vibrate on the desk as the shrill report of her release carried through the entire house.

The full volume of Jacqueline's orgasmic fit billowing through his speaker with frightening clarity, Chris sat back in his chair in front of his camera, allowing his phallus to rise like a flesh colored pillar of granite from his crotch as Jacki continued to pillage her screaming womb.

Staring back at Chris through the computer, her slitted gaze struggling to keep it's center as he calmly jacked off watching her writhe and moan, all Jacki could think about was how it would feel to straddle the young man's lap at that very moment, somehow accommodating his dreadfully thick erection while at the same time pressing his stoic, handsome face between her ample bosom, knowing he'd be pushing the limits, both literal and figurative, inside her overwhelmed body.

"GOODDD...OH..GODDDDDD...AAHHH...AAHHH...OOHHHHHHH...GGGAAWWWDDDDDDDD," she brutally groaned, pushing herself through one seismic wave after another with her well manicured nails, pinching and flicking repeatedly over her inflamed clitoris and bulging nipples.

Whatever it was that had been unshackled inside Jacki now seemed to dart and run, looting every fiber of her being as she crumpled in her cushiony desk chair. She could feel how her spent arousal now soaked her entire crotch and permeated the seat below each time she tried shifting her weight.

Just as the tremors racing through her flesh began to subside, she watched on the screen as the first strand of Chris' cum spat high from the firehose-like appendage in his hand. It happened to land halfway up his chest but it was rapidly followed by several more smaller jets until his entire manhood was covered in the frosting of his own thick and glistening seed.

Almost as quickly as she'd succumb to the sinful temptation, Jacqueline Montero pulled herself out of the fog of her own lustful malaise. Her right hand still tucked guiltily inside her pants and her tank-top still hiked all the way up, Jacki reached forward with her left hand and fumbled with the keyboard for a few seconds until she exited out of the chat with the young man from Iowa, losing contact with him forever.

Logging offline and shutting down the computer until there was nothing left on the screen but her screensaver, Jacki tried closing her eyes to perform the same task with her own scattered mind. As soon as she did though, all she could see was the crystal clear image of Chris sitting there holding his rigid and imposing penis. Dragging herself to bed a few minutes later, Jacki would find herself jilling off twice more to that very image before sleep finally came.

The hangover came as expected the following morning. Once the headache, and other various symptoms gradually started to subside however, she realized the seed for something else, something far more lasting and depraved, had been planted the night before...

Part 2 to come...



Walk of Shame Ch. 02



It wasn't exactly how Jacqueline Montero envisioned that glorious, and long looked forward to day. Sitting among the throngs of assembled family members and well wishers beneath the early Spring sun in our Nation's Capital, Jacki joined countless other parents as they watched their children walk across the stage with their diplomas from Georgetown.

Years earlier when Jacki began prepping her only Daughter, Randi, for the college experience, she had little doubt the day would come. The periphery circumstances when that day came however were another story.

Divorced for going on five years, Jacki didn't begrudge her Ex, Earl, one bit for being there to see their only child graduate. Sitting in the folding chair beside him, two seats down from her however was Earl's new fiancé, his very young and very pretty fiancé. Further muddying the idyllic fantasy Jacki had of that special day was the absence of any significant other there accompanying her as her Ex basked in the glow of his new conquest.

Through it all, Jacki kept a captivating smile and a stiff upper lip, safe in the knowledge that her own selfish reward may be waiting sometime later that night.

But first, she had to make it through the excruciatingly long and drawn out graduation ceremony.

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Jacki remembered thinking how glad she was Randi's last name ended in 'M', knowing the wait would have been interminable if she had to go much deeper into the alphabet to see her Daughter walk across the stage.

Standing proudly and positively beaming when Randi Montero's name was called, Jacki instinctively looked over and gave her Ex-Husband a quick glance of shared accomplishment as soon as their only child shook the School President's hand.

Even that serendipitous moment of peace was somewhat tainted when Earl's fiancé looked over as if to say "That's enough, you two".

Returning her gaze back to the stage, Jacki could still feel her heart pounding as she watched her Daughter descend the steps and re-join her fellow graduates in the audience.

With Randi's special moment out of the way, the act of having to sit there listening to all the other names get called became quite monotonous. It wasn't long before Jacki began craning her neck to scan the crowd, wondering if any of the men she'd made plans with that night might be in attendance as well, perhaps even walking across the stage that afternoon to get their degrees.

The endorphins of euphoric pride coursing through Jacki's system were gradually replaced by an excitement and anticipation of a completely different sort, one that caused her to stir nervously in her seat as the rest of the graduating class proceeded, one by one, across the stage.

Eventually the exercises played themselves out and after taking enough pictures of Randi, among assorted others, to fill a scrapbook, the crowd began to dissipate and Jacki found herself in the car with her Daughter, her Ex and his Fiance headed back to Randi's apartment to put a bow on the afternoon.

Every so often, Jacki found herself checking the messages on her cell phone, seeing if the stranger she was supposed to meet later that night had sent any new information. By chance he had. Fighting off a terrible blush, Jacki sent him a text back without anyone else in the car noticing.

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Back at Randi's place, the foursome made small talk, nibbled at the meat and cheese platter they'd brought home, took a few more pictures then said their good-byes. Earl and his Fiance took off around six that afternoon, leaving Jacki there with her Daughter. It wasn't long before Randi was upstairs however, showering and getting herself squared away for the party she was headed to.

The time alone allowed Jacki to cement her plans for the night.

When Randi finally came bounding down the steps, all made-up and ready to head out, she couldn't help but notice her Mom still had the same fancy dress and blouse set she'd worn to the graduation ceremony.

"I forgot to pack anything casual," she told her Daughter. "Was just checking some movie times online when you came down..think I'll head into town and catch an 8 o' clock showing of something."

If she hadn't been in such a hurry, Randi would have certainly interrogated her Mother a little more than she did, knowing full well Jacqueline Montero would never 'under pack' for any trip, big or small. Given the rush to meet up with her friends, Randi kissed her Mom on the cheek and headed out the door, the two women going their distinctively different directions for the next 12 hours.

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Jacki would have probably been much more comfortable in casual attire as well. Having to undress out of her formal wear she'd worn to the graduation, just to shower and pretty herself up before putting that same tight black skirt and form fitting blouse right back on wasn't something she'd normally do. It was, however, what had been asked of her by the men she was preparing to meet.

Once she began blow-drying her hair and applying her lipstick, the anticipation really began to take root inside Jacki's chest, as if making what was about to happen start to seem real. Stepping into the brand new pair of thong panties she'd brought for the trip, Jacki snugly rolled the lace top of her black stockings into place as well before she slid her feet into her equally new high heels.

Checking herself in the mirror several times before heading downstairs, the last time she felt this nervous about making a grand entrance was the day she got married way back at the age of 18. By the time she'd stepped outside into the early evening dusk, she didn't feel a bit like a freshly primped bride however, more like a virgin being offered up for sacrifice into the flames of a spewing volcano. And given the 41 year old divorcee's current state of mind, she wouldn't have had it any other way.

Punching the address she'd been given into her GPS, Jacki pulled out of her Daughter's driveway, feeling as if a much higher power had taken the wheel. Thinking back to the genesis of how all this came to be as she followed the digital navigator's instructions, Jacki could still feel her pussy throb on cue each time she re-lived her online masturbation session with that kid from Iowa. The lust that had been building inside her had mixed perfectly that night with the complex recipe of emotional gunpowder and wine in her system until every nerve ending in her body seemingly exploded when that handsome young stranger so crudely lit the fuse.

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For the initial few days after her drunken encounter online, Jacki feared even attempting to log on to any of the personals sites she frequented. Like anyone with a growing thirst however, once a few days passed without the required sustenance, Jacki once again found herself hunkered down at her computer well after Midnight.

Her first inclination was to try and catch back up with the young man from Iowa, but quickly decided against it. The first encounter with him had been such a glorious hit and run, Jacki feared if she shared another quality chat with him, she may start feeling some emotional attachment. And given the circumstances, that was the last thing she wanted. 

The digital landscape being littered with guys ripe for adult conversation, Jacqueline Montero knew a woman of her looks and curiosity would quickly attract an overwhelming host of suitors.

Finding another guy to help satiate those unsheathed libidinal urges wouldn't be a problem. Whatever it was Chris had pulled from the depths of Jacki's psyche had all but made her forget about trying to find a date to accompany her to her Daughter's graduation. It had tapped into such a concentrated euphoria, a lot of the stuff that use to matter to Jacki suddenly didn't seem to matter all that much. Like any freshly birthed monster however, the feeling needed to be fed.

She could have chosen from an infinitely diverse array of online ads, knowing most any guy she struck up a dialogue with would eventually bring the conversation around to sex if she let him. Her base, primal need sliced open in the darkened privacy of her home office, Jacki found herself searching out ways to raise the bar even higher from what she did a few nights earlier with Chris.

The first bit of dabbling took Jacki down a road she'd never fathomed. At some point that evening she received an invitation to chat from a rather imposing and ruthless looking gentleman from New York. Broad shouldered with chiseled good looks, Jacki felt smitten as soon as they started to chat.

There was one problem, however. A few minutes into their increasingly risqué conversation, the man mentioned he was married. While that certainly wasn't a startling revelation given the nature of the internet, when the guy mentioned his Wife was sitting just off camera, Jacki was at a complete loss.

Far from naive, Jacki understood full well there were couples out there into that sort of thing, but had never once dealt with anything to do with that particular lifestyle. Her blood cells already feeling like chips of ice as they staggered through her veins, her internal plumbing just about ceased totally up when the man waved his Wife over to the cam, as if to show Jacqueline he wasn't kidding.

Jacki's first reaction was to hit exit and move on to something else, but she was so stunned and taken aback by the silent rapport of the couple on the screen that she couldn't bring herself to turn away. There was a clear look of submissiveness in the woman's expression and posture. In the light of day she may have been a respected bank teller or saleswoman, but there at a little after one that morning, she was clearly her Husband's willing sexual pawn as he showed her off like a pet for Jacki.

The longer she sat there absorbing the psychic hold the man had over his Wife, the more Jacki found herself falling under his spell as well. Having no idea she'd even done it, Jacki allowed her left hand to drift beneath the desk, and between her thighs, as she used her right to type back and forth with the man on the screen. 

It wasn't long before she allowed him to turn his mic on so they could chat directly.

From there, it also wasn't long before the man's stern, seductive voice was sending chillbumps down Jacki's back. Wearing nothing but a sheer, peach colored floral nightgown as she sat in front of the computer, Jacki parted her knees and dithered at her pussy as she talked to the stranger. Even though he didn't feel the need to tell her as much, she could tell from the approving look in his eyes he was happy to watch Jacki play with herself. And even in that short amount of time, strangely, his approval meant something to her.

Jacki told him she was divorced, but had never had any sort of experience dabbling with another couple. It was clear from her on-going interaction with the gentleman however that she wasn't exactly turning to run the other way. 

Her fingers now soaked in the oily sheen of her flowing vaginal stew, Jacki continued to lose herself in her interaction with the imposing stranger, even though it was clear the man's wife was sitting right off to the side watching it all. Wrenching her left elbow at an awkward enough angle that made it clear what she was doing under the desk, Jacki found herself becoming increasingly aroused by the man's seeming, stone-faced ambivalence, as if he was forcing her to raise the stakes just so he'd notice her efforts and give his approval.

It was clear where the conversation was headed, but the gentleman showed no outward inclination to play his hand just yet. No wanting to come right out and ask the man to pull his cock out so she could see it, instead Jacki ratcheted up her efforts, squeezing her tits through the top of her nightgown before finally pulling the strap over her shoulder and allowing the fleshy pendulum of her left breast to rest in full view of her computer's camera.

The sight of her bare breast did send a ripple of emotion through the man's face, but it didn't do anything to speed up the calculating pace of his cyber foreplay.

"Pull the rest of your gown down, Monica..show me both of them," he told Jacqueline between drags of a cigarette.

Smart enough that time not to give out her real name, it provided the anonymity needed to do things she never would in broad daylight. Pulling her greasy left hand free from her crotch and raising it up to her right shoulder, Jacki pulled down the second strap as well until the gown was bunched at her waist, allowing her ample bosom to swing completely free.

"Nice," the stranger nodded as he leaned back with a subtle but victorious grin on his face.

Seeing him lower his hands to his crotch in the age old movement of a man preparing to pull down his pants, Jacki leaned forward expectantly in her chair and licked her lips. 

Once again, the next few moments didn't unfold exactly how she'd envisioned.

So enthralled with her primal want for the man on the screen, Jacki had momentarily lost track of the guy's Wife. Her eyes focused on the pixilated image of him pulling his manhood free, Jacki eagerly squeezed at her already swollen nipples, tweaking them like fat grapes until a groan of appreciation rose like thick smoke from her throat.

"Nice," she returned the man's compliment when she saw his erection rise majestically from his groin.

While it didn't have the comic proportions of the kid from Iowa's, his cock certainly looked like it could do all the damage he needed, especially attached to a man with that sort of heartless and hungry gleam in his eyes.

Snapped somewhat from her hypnotic fog when the man reached to his right and once again guided his wife into the camera shot, Jacki recoiled in her seat and watched the attractive, middle aged blonde wrap her petite hand around the man's jutting phallus.

Discreetly slipping her fingers back down to her own simmering crotch, Jacki's heart thudded in her chest seeing how the woman's thin fingers stretched as far as they could around her Husband's bulging shaft. Through it all however, the man never took his eyes off Jacki as he stared into the monitor, causing her insides to boil as the guy's wife gave him a slow and steady handjob.

Spinning her own fingertips rapidly across her clit, Jacki's hips began to swivel in the seat when the woman on the screen kneeled down beside her seated Husband.

Her breasts swaying side to side as she gouged at her pussy with her left hand, Jacki's eyes narrowed intently as the woman opened her mouth and devoured the upper half of her Husband's cock.

"SSHH..AAAHHH," a raspy gasp sizzled from Jacki's throat, her heels digging into the carpet below as she parted her knees wide beneath the desk.

Her gaze focused squarely on the way the head of the man's prick bulged the woman's cheek out each time she stuffed more of it between her lips, Jacki dizzily spun her fingers across the buzzing nub of her clit as she maintained unblinking eye contact with the man in front of her.

"GAAWWDD..YEESSSS," Jacki hissed a few seconds later, her head rocking backwards as her pussy juices splashed all over her scouring hand.

"Wish it was you here on your knees, Monica?" he looked into the camera and smiled, rubbing his right hand lazily through his Wife's blonde hair as he watched Jacqueline masturbate from a couple hundred miles away.

There was no need for Jacki to vocalize a response. The way she nodded her head like a punch-drunk fighter and slouched even deeper in her seat as she jabbed her hand between her thighs communicated everything that needed to be said.

Knowing, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that man was imagining fucking her as his own Wife eagerly gobbled his cock somehow filled Jacki with an evil sense of accomplishment. To think he would be so crude and open about his lust for her that he would freely sit there staring at her on the screen, while his own Wife knelt at his feet pleasuring him, stirred something so complex and empowering inside Jacki that there would be no way to truly describe it.

Prodding herself ever closer to release, Jacki clenched her free hand around both breasts and fiercely squeezed them, the entire time fantasizing the nameless man she was staring at was the one actually there doing it. 

Within a matter of moments, Jacki's feet began pumping on the floor.

The married woman's head bobbing up and down in the corner of the monitor's frame, Jacki dared not divert her gaze from the stranger's eyes, determined to peer deep into his soul (if he had one) the instant she came. 

Fingering her pussy with the same velocity of an exuberant child playing a new game of Hungry Hungry Hippos, Jacqueline gritted her teeth and seized every muscle in her body up as the friction inside her marrow expanded to crippling proportions. Seeing the twinkle of appreciation in the man's otherwise dark eyes was all it took to send Jacki hurdling over the edge.

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH......AAAAHHHHHHHHHH," she screamed, her embarrassingly loud wails filtering through every room of her modest home before carrying all the way to another residence in New York through the magic of the internet.

As expected, the sight of Jacqueline cumming set off a violent chain reaction. In very short order, the man's face tightened on the screen just as his hips began churning upwards in his chair. Her own orgasm still washing like a riptide through her synapses, within a few brutal seconds Jacki watched through her slitted eyes as the man's rich, milky semen streamed out of the corners of his Wife's overwhelmed lips.

Sliding ever lower in her cushiony office chair until her eyes were nearly parallel with the image on the screen, Jacki clamped her left hand tight around her cunt and kneaded out another debilitating release watching the way the stranger greedily fucked his kneeling Wife's face until he'd expended his frothy seed.

Through it all, Jacki was transfixed, bathing in the aura of their shared orgasmic bliss.

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It nearly killed her to break that unspoken bond, but the instant the cold wind of reality began to seep into Jacki's head, she reached for the keyboard and exited out of the chat with the couple from New York.

Her ears immediately popping as if she was returning to Earth after some sort of cosmic voyage, Jacki sat there in the silence of her own home, covered in the dim light of her computer screen, trying to determine if she had the strength left to drag herself up to bed. The same way the guy from Iowa's cock had somehow seared it's phallic image into her brain, the guy who she'd just been chatting with's heartless and knowing gaze was now engraved forever in her memory bank as well.

Clearly feeling as if she'd set sail in a direction she couldn't turn back from, Jacki's next interlude would take on a much more patriotic tone.

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Just like her first indecent encounter online, Jacki was a tad hesitant about logging on after such a debaucherous encounter with the couple from New York. Eventually her crazed need for attention won out and she found herself trolling several sites that a few weeks earlier she would have cringed at the very thought of. Not surprisingly, once online the pings quickly began building up in Jacqueline Montero's inbox.

If Jacki thought getting propositioned by a kid all the way out in Iowa was a stretch, receiving a message from a young man stationed in Afghanistan truly drove home just how small the world had become.

Twenty year old, Private First Class Alex Salazar, from Denton, Texas had stumbled across Jaqueline's ad at a meet & greet site, and like a few dozen other men that night, decided to drop her a line. What made Jacki answer that particular one, she'd never know.




Walk of Shame Ch. 02



"Guess meeting around the corner for a cup of coffee is out of the question," she typed out a cute, quick reply, not expecting anything to come from their initially casual interaction.

The more she heard about Alex's daily travails, the things he saw and the shit he had to deal with, not to mention how much he missed home, Jacki couldn't seem to tear herself away from the conversation. By then, a half hour had slipped by and before she knew it, those all too familiar feelings of want were once again beginning to stir deep in her.

A few days earlier, Jacki would have been content, eager even, to share a friendly conversation with a young man facing such Hellish circumstances so far from home. She could offer her heartfelt 'thanks' to him for performing such brave and vital role and let him know his efforts weren't going unappreciated back home. As the back and forth evolved however, considering the tone of the dialogue along with the tenor of the site the two crossed paths, it was clear the young man wasn't looking for a States-side pen-pal. And for better or worse, neither was Jacki.

Openly wondering if she now had some sort of an invisible sign over her head reading "Internet Whore", Jacki felt her limited defenses melting away as Private Salazar seized his opportunity.

Less than 15 minutes after meeting to handsome, young, second generation Latino-American who was sitting in front of a secure and secluded computer bank halfway across the world, Jacqueline found herself wallowing in the appreciation of the 20-year-old's gleeful smile as he stared at her breasts after she'd lowered the straps of her tanktop and allowed them to spill free for Alex to see.

Again, registering in the far off parts of Jacki's brain, she realized the young man on the screen wasn't even half her age. Again, Jacki knew with the flick of a finger she could end the chat, yet she made the conscious decision to plow forward. Tweaking her nipples until they grew into plump cherries dotting her chest, Jacki playfully interacted with the baby-faced soldier until her crotch became a burning pyre.

Alex's reaction was nothing, if not sincere. Lowering his left hand beneath the table to fondle himself as he soaked in the eager display of exhibitionism on the screen, the young man's pent-up adrenaline coursed through every capillary in his body sensing he might actually be on the verge of a much needed release.

While the soldiers of yester-year fought battles in somewhat liberal places like Europe and South Asia, he was stuck in a dusty, Muslim controlled rockpile known as Afghanistan. While those old timers were able to take leave and have no problem finding available pussy-shacks almost anywhere they turned, Alex, and thousands of hormonally deprived men just like him found themselves stuck in a country where the women wore veils, and even if they could get one alone, she'd be facing a public stoning, or far worse, for the indiscretion.

To have a woman, even if it was just on his computer screen, freely exposing her breasts for him brought a such a look of unmitigated joy to Private Salazar's face that he appeared on the verge of exploding in his seat as he took full advantage of the fleeting opportunity.

That gnawing part of Jacki's conscience tried to keep reminding her that this guy wasn't even the same age as her Daughter, but given the unspoken things she was sure he'd seen overseas, and knowing he lived with the constant danger of something tragic happening at any given moment, in that haze of fractured, selfish want Jacki was able to rationalize the simple pleasure she was providing him. Given the tarp his unit had provided to give the soldiers a little bit of privacy during their cyber chats back home, for the time being it felt as if they were the only two people left on Earth as they each took what they so needed from the other.

If there was one thing Jacqueline would take away from her brief internet rendezvous with the young man stationed outside Kabul, it was the image of Alex's Adam's Apple furiously pumping up and down like a piston in his throat as he approached, then crashed right through the gates of his orgasmic release.

How he got to the point took a level of dexterity, and a further erosion of inhibitions on Jacki's part. Having noticed her playing with herself under the table, Private Salazar eventually asked Jacki to stand up and pull her pants down so he could see her pussy.

Unable to quell the landslide of lust brimming through her bones, Jacqueline stood up and slipped out of the sweatpants she'd been kicking around the house in. Given it had been almost a year since he'd seen a woman naked in real time, the gleam of approval in Alex's dark brown eyes radiated like twin starbursts.

Having shaven her pussy bare earlier that morning, as if some premonition of that night's events had crept into her psyche, Jacki sliced her fingers through the outer folds of her labia to show the young man just how aroused she'd become.

Jacki could see him increase the pace of his own hand working beneath the desk once he saw her standing in front of the camera in all her glory, and she was just about to ask him to return the favor when Private Salazar told her to raise her right foot and place it on the chair so he could get a real good look at the glistening orchid bloom of her aroused pussy. Doing as she was told, Jacqueline felt every skin cell sizzle as the young soldier's eyes seemed to caress her from thousands and thousands of miles away.

Unlike a few days earlier when she'd been three sheets into the wind during her conversation with the obscenely hung kid from Iowa, Jacki hadn't touched a drop of alcohol the night she hooked with the Army Private in Afghanistan. Despite her utter sobriety, Jacki still felt an odd sense of intoxication overtaking her seeing the three dimensional quality Alex's face took on as he stared at her exposed sex.

Standing in such an awkward pose at her home office desk, clad in nothing but her rolled down tank-top bunched around her waist, Jacki's toes dug and clung to the edge of the table as her entire body listed noticeably, desperately trying to keep herself propped up in that vulnerable position long enough for she and the young soldier to get themselves off.

The image of his face mere inches from her sex as she rapidly splashed her fingers through the soupy mess, Jacqueline cupped her entire hand over the expanse of her steaming vulva then, one by one, injected each of her fingers like four separate penises into her womb before pressing the tip of her thumb down repeatedly on the protruding bud of her throbbing clitoris.

It wasn't long after that when everything turned to slow motion for Jacki, and the fixation began on the 20 year old soldier's Adam's Apple churning in his throat just before he came.

Even from a half a world away, Jacqueline could see the tsunami building inside Alex, just as one identical to it was building inside her. Scrubbing harder and harder at her pussy as the young man's eyes began to bulge, Jacki shuddered and nearly lost her balance when she saw Alex spring like a cat to his feet, shoving down the fly of his government issue Army fatigues until his fully erect and oblong slab of chiseled cockflesh sprang like a living, breathing beast from it's constraints.

In a blinding and harrowing rush, several potent strands of thick cum shot from the serpent's brown head, covering both the cam he was using, along with the image of Jacqueline's inflamed pussy on the screen with his rich and sloppy seed.

So overcome by the surreality of the moment, Jacki could somehow feel the soothing rush of the young Private's drenching seminal fluid saturating her womb as she wobbled crazily on one leg in front of the computer.

"UUUHHHHH..UUHHHHH......AAAHHHHH..SSHHIITTT......AAAHHH...SSHHIITTT.......AAHHHHHHHH," the older woman's shrieks of release soon ricocheted through her house until gravity, and her own sheer exhaustion, took over and she crumpled backwards, straight down into the waiting palm of her plush office chair.

Her right leg propped over the arm rest and her left one quivering like a flopping fish as it dragged the floor, Jacki continued to rub her pussy, as if massaging Private Salazar's quenching load deep between the walls of her flaring vaginal canal as the creamy ejaculate steadily blotted out the view from his camera.

Unlike the previous two online excursions, this time the man on the other end exited out from the chat before Jacki got the chance to. Knowing he had quite a mess to clean off the screen before the next soldier took his place at the computer, Jacki took one deep breath after another as she sat naked in front of the hazy blue light of the machine, wondering what sort of depravity she'd find at the next turn if she allowed herself.

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Considering the volume of depravity out there to find, it didn't take long for Jacqueline to stumble into it. Only this time, the consequence of her discovery would become very, very real.

Jacki amazed herself by how easily she was able to wake up the mornings following such depraved encounters, get dressed then go about her daily rounds as if nothing had happened the night before. All the patients at the doctor's office she worked, all the people she crossed paths with out running errands, even the countless neighbors she'd encounter, all of whom would greet her with a friendly smile like they'd always done, having no clue how the single lady down the street was spending her nights.

"All of them probably have a few things going on behind closed doors too," she would frequently remind herself, which made all the stuff she was involved with a little easier to swallow.

Still, with the previous three online interactions, Jacki had the power to end the dialogue with those three men with the simple click of a button, knowing she'd never have to see any of them ever again. While that was certainly part of the allure, it left something missing inside Jacki that she couldn't quite decipher.

It took a few more days for Jacki to build up the angst to jump back into those treacherous internet waters, but when she did, she suddenly found herself confronted with quite a choice.

The initial progression, for the most part, played out just as Jacki's other internet conquests had gone. She'd logged on to one of the sites she frequented, soon after the emails started pouring in and after filtering through them until she found one that captured her imagination, Jacki shot the young man back a reply.

She should have known from the get-go she was playing with a little more dynamite than the previous interactions because this kid lived in the same city, Washington DC, where Jacki's Daughter was preparing to finish up school.

"It was a huge town," Jacki reasoned, but things were further complicated when he told her during their back and forth that he also attended Georgetown.

Deep down, Jacki knew she should have hit delete right then and there, but again, the school had to be gigantic and the chances of him knowing Randi had to be next to nothing. And after all, she was just as anonymous online as a woman in Canada or Timbuktu would be.

Using every bit of rationalization a horny woman in need could muster, Jacki was able to stuff all her concerns into her trunk of denial long enough to strip herself naked in her trusty office chair and greedily play with herself while the college student from DC did the same. By the time their cam session ran its course however, the guy wasn't alone in front of his computer.

Jacki was well into the chat before she realized she didn't know the guy by any name other than his profile handle of "Hoya22". Not that it mattered all that much considering the only thing he knew her by was "JMM69" (the year she was born, not what you're thinking). As she discovered with the man and his wife from the Hamptons, knowing each other's real name wasn't a prerequisite for a good time.

Naked, with the clothes she'd worn spread out in a lumpy circle around her, Jacki had her knees propped up in front of the camera, spread wide out to each side allowing the handsome, and somewhat arrogant looking young man on the other end to get a clear view of just how aroused she was.

Hoya22 sat in the room of his frat house in DC, his keen eyes glued to the shiny trail of the older woman's lurid dampness glistening on the screen as the tenor of their conversation became increasingly base. While Jacqueline was completely exposed, in more ways than one, the student on the other end continued to play coy, refusing to remove his cock just yet even though the bulge of his erection was clearly visible as he massaged it through his gray sweatpants.

"That's about the wettest I've ever seen a woman..I can hear you fingering yourself all the way here" he told her over the speaker, bringing a blush of embarrassed pride to Jacki's cheeks as she rubbed her fingers harder through the slick sheen between her thighs.

"Why don't you reach down and pull your tit up..I want to see you suck your nipple," he looked into the camera and nodded.

"Why don't you just pull your cock out and finish me off," Jacki thought to herself, but lost now under his strange spell of control, she did exactly as he asked.

Raising her right breast to her lips, Jacki snaked her tongue around her nipple several times until it plumped into a juicy nugget right in front of her face. Massaging the soft fleshy orb with her right hand as she continued to play with herself with her left, she'd stole an occasional peek out of the corner of her eye to absorb the gratification on the college student's clearly appreciative face.

Sensing him shift slightly in his seat, Jacki was sure he had reached his boiling point and was finally going to dip his hand inside his pants and pull his straining cock out for her to see. Once again, Jacqueline was in for a far more stunning surprise.

Call it her sixth sense or her age old feminine intuition, but that defense mechanism was severely AWOL in the moments leading up to what happened next. Sitting there, spread eagle in front of the computer in her den, one hand slicing anxiously at her throbbing pussy and the other nuzzling her breast to her lips, Jacki nearly tumbled backwards and died of shock when three other boys stepped into Hoya22's camera view, each of whom apparently having watched from off to the side as she wantonly pleasured herself.

Her senses obviously heightened, to suddenly see four men standing in front of her looking on instead of just one caused every nerve in Jacki's body to burn. Even though she knew she could easily log off and be done with the overwhelming and unexpected development, the same naked paralysis as the situations before immediately overtook her.

Her right breast spilling free from her grip and tumbling down across her chest, Jacki steadied herself in her seat as she sized up the four boys leering back at her on the screen.

Knowing the woman on the screen had been hankering for him to pull his dick out, once his assorted frat brothers had shown themselves to Jacki on camera, Hoya22 assumed she wouldn't mind seeing four hard cocks instead of one. Observing the older woman's pixilated face seemingly frozen with glazed intent as she stared back, it was all they needed to crowd in a little closer in front of the cam and drop trou.

If she'd cum hard going one on one online with a handful of guys over the past few weeks, the sensation of utter, gut wrenching bliss was multiplied exponentially when Jacki jilled herself off to the sight of four rock solid cocks being jacked off simultaneously in her direction. Her legs draped over each side of the soft armrests of the chair, Jacki propped herself up a few feet in front of the camera, clamping the fingers of her right hand together to plow deep into her womb as she scoured the fingers of her left viciously across her screaming clit.

Considering the narrow scope of the camera lens, all Jacki could basically see were the four appendages of virile meat being tugged by four strong, and rapidly pumping hands. No faces, no names, completely impersonal, without a hint of guilt, Jacki's moral core melted away as she nakedly displayed herself for them. Her shoulders lurching against the chair's cushiony back as her feet kicked wildly out to each side, Jacqueline Montero gritted her teeth and tightened her bare buttocks in the seat until a ear shredding, orgasmic burst erupted from her lungs. Thrashing her head side to side in a nightmarish blur when she came, Jacki kept her slot machining eyes open just enough to see the four dicks on the screen each spit their youthful lust, one after another, until their sticky, thick seed dripped and oozed like freshly churned cream from their collective cocks.

Millions of firecrackers exploding in her brain, the savage chorus of the men's separate releases billowed from her computer's speakers and washed across her naked skin as she imagined how warm and soothing all their cum would feel, not only bathing her spasming body, but also swimming deep into her welcoming womb.

Pressing her vaginal muscles tight around her embedded fingers, Jacki dithered herself towards complete exhaustion as the images on the screen engrained themselves forever in her head. At some point, the overwhelming physical strain became too much and Jacki was sure she blacked out for several seconds as she rocked and flopped in the chair. When she finally regained her bearings, it took every ounce of energy she had to aim her right big toe over to the keyboard and close the chat window with the kids from D.C.

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Unlike her previous soirées online where Jacqueline knew she'd never have to deal with the men she'd played with if she didn't want to, for reasons she couldn't, or wouldn't, face, Jacki found herself logged on to the same site the following night, waiting to see if Hoya22 would show himself at some point.

Eventually he did, and from there the dominos fell.

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Sitting in her car, making sure the scribbled address on the scrap of paper in her hand matched the house number, Jacki looked around the rustic, DC neighborhood, still wondering if she had the courage to follow through with what she'd come to do.

Seeing a hammock spread out across the porch, which was dotted with empty beer cans and bottles, Jacki knew she was sitting in front of a frat house, just as Hoya22 had said.

"The place is straight out of central casting," the 41 year old woman thought as she dragged herself out of her car and made the cautious trek up to the front door.

A cool Spring breeze whistling through the early evening air, Jacki could feel it snaking up between her legs, tickling the bare skin of her thighs, just above where her thigh high stockings stopped. It made for quite a collision when that slithering chill met the stoked stove warmth of her thong covered crotch as she scaled the steps to the porch.

There she was, essentially dressed the same as she was a few hours earlier when she watched her only Daughter walk across the graduation stage with diploma in hand. Now, in a way, Jacki was standing on a stage of her own, trying to gather the courage to rap her knuckles against the door of that old house on the outskirts of our Nation's Capital for a graduation ceremony of sorts as well.....

Part 3 to come...



Walk of Shame Ch. 03



Standing alone on a darkened porch in a town far from home, dressed to the nines as she knocked on a door of what looked to be a lifeless house, the only thing from her past that Jacqueline Montero could liken her present circumstance to was 30 years earlier when she'd been a small child out on Halloween, trick-or-treating.

While there was no pumpkin shaped pail in her hand, and the costume she now wore was basicly bought online at places like Bloomingdales and Victoria's Secret, the same eerie and awkward feeling of standing, vulnerable, in front of a stranger's house, holding her breath as she as she waited for the door to open was identical to how she felt three decades earlier dressed as Cinderella.

Only this time, Jacki was the trick and the treat.

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Hoya22's real name was Brian Calendril. A nugget of information, along with the names of the other three men waiting downstairs, Jacqueline would never know.

By the time graduation weekend rolled around, with the exception of the guys who had summer jobs lined up in town, most everyone living at the frat house had headed home. Brian was supposed to be one of them, having earned his degree in the same ceremony Jacki's daughter, Randi, did just hours earlier. He would have certainly been out on the party circuit that night as well if it wasn't for a unique opportunity that presented itself a few weeks back.

"Come on in," he offered the 41 year old divorcee standing outside, before closing the door, and Jacki's life as she knew it, behind her.

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The aroma was the first thing to strike Jacki when she stepped foot inside the spacious but cluttered house. Having only raised a single daughter and having no brothers around growing up, Jacki had never lived in a house where there were multiple men living under one roof. Her first inhale brought a combination of pizza and other assorted fast foods of every variety. Her second inhale left the traces of beer and corn chips on her palate, not to mention the faint whiff of weed. Each successive breath brought that combination of fragrances home a little clearer.

"Can I get you a drink...a beer maybe?" the man she knew as Hoya22 offered.

"No...but thanks," she politely replied, oddly safe in her commitment to do what she'd come over to do, but not wanting to take a chance someone there might spike her drink.

Considering the circumstances, making small talk wasn't exactly easy between the two, but Jacki filled the gaps of silence by comparing her mental picture of the kid in front of her to how he actually appeared. Brian was more handsome in real time and seemed quite a bit taller than she remembered, likely due to the fact that he was sitting down during most of their cyber activities. She didn't remember crossing paths with him during the graduation ceremonies earlier in the day, which was a relief, and his fraternity wasn't one Randi ever spoke of during their occasional mother/daughter chats. 

If Jacki would have been paying closer attention during the ceremony, she would have heard Brian Calendril's name called out 20 minutes (and 10 letters) before Randi's, but for now, all that happened earlier that fateful Saturday was ancient history.

Walking around the hardwood floor of the living room, the tips of her black high heels marking every step, Jacki absorbed the vibe of the house as she and Hoya22 sporadically sized each other up. She nearly asked the young man for his name, but decided that would fly in the face of what she'd come out that night to do.

Jacki sensed she and him were the only two people at that moment on the main floor of the house, but given the vibrations of a bass thud coming from below through the structure of the turn of the previous century house, deep down she knew the crux of the evening, and perhaps even early morning, was going to be spent down there.

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Even though they had only spent the better part of five minutes pacing around the room, Brian and Jacki felt a strange kinship, as if they'd known each other for much longer considering how each had mentally replayed what happened during their two internet sessions weeks earlier. 

The first one had turned into quite the epic of depravity when Brian had called all the other guys in the house up to his room when he sensed the sway he had over the woman he was cybering with. The second rendezvous the following evening between Brian and Jacki had been an intimate one on one, which had also served as the genesis for what was about to unfold one floor beneath Jacki's feet.

Seeing the light rising from the opened door to the basement on one of her circuits around the living room, Jacqueline fancied it as almost a portal to Hell from the way light, and the sound emanating from it, seemingly beckoned her towards it.

Casting a quick gaze over to Brian, the knowing twinkle in his dark blue eyes told Jacki her most decadent fears and fantasies were all about to come true.

If Jacki was worried about having to visually deal with the descent down the waiting steps, with the quickness of a thief, Brian eliminated that concern in one fell swoop. Pivoting with noticeable unease in the center of the living room as she nervously rung her hands together, one moment Jacki could see Brian standing a couple of feet to her right, then in the time it took her to blink, he had disappeared behind her.

Jacqueline's chest rose, and her entire world went dark, the instant the 22 year old college student slipped a silky black blindfold over her eyes. It hadn't come as a complete shock given the content of their conversation a few weeks earlier, but to have it happen with such blinding precision brought a gasp of shock to her numb and trembling lips. Before she could come anywhere close to gathering herself, Jacki felt the strapping young lad behind her raise her long dark hair and plant a soulful kiss dead center on the back of her neck. 

The glow from the basement light still carved into the blank canvas of her brain, Brian's kiss, and the ones to the right side of her neck that soon followed, added an explosive rush of sparkling color to the blackness she'd been cast in to.

Without the ability to see, Jacki's remaining senses immediately became more vivid. Brian's soft lips drifting across the bare skin of her neck like a refreshing autumn wind, it was contrasted seductively to the strength of each of his hands as he reached around Jacki from behind and openly fondled her breasts through her form fitting blazer and blouse.

"I'm gonna walk you downstairs," he whispered into the older woman's ear. "Are you ready?"

Nodding her head, Jacki found herself grinding backwards against the handsome young stud in a silent, but certain, gesture that her fate was now in his hands.

The acuteness of Jacki's available senses were ratcheted to overdrive when she felt Brian's right hand firmly come to rest on the base of her spine and instant before he began nudging her towards the stairwell. Still feeling his lips and warm breath tickling the back of her neck as he guided her blindly along, Jacki could clearly feel the rush of cool air when she came to the opened door.

Descending down the old, rickety steps in a pair of 4 inch heels would have been perilous under the best of circumstances. To do it blindfolded, with a complete stranger directly behind her, and having no clue what waited at the bottom, made the trip down something Jacqueline would never forget.

If the upstairs had smelt vaguely like a frat house, the scent that hit Jacki once she reached the landing of their rumpus room left no doubt. If there was a faint whiff of booze and weed up in the living room, those smells were multiplied tenfold once she inhaled her surroundings below ground.

Jacki could also detect the faint but unmistakable aroma of pussy as well. Wondering how many other women those boys had nailed over the years in that modified game/party room, it sent a tingling jolt of electricity from the roots of her hair down to the tips of her toes when she realized she was about to be next.

Once she was safely down, Jacki's thoughts turned to just how many of Hoya22's frat brothers were standing there watching her blindfolded before them. It could be two, three, four, perhaps even a dozen or more, but what was clear was how silent the room became once the man who'd helped her down the steps presented her to the assembled crowd. Knowing she had the power if she wanted to reach up and remove the blindfold at any given moment, Jacki's hands remained clenched in front of her as the kinetic weight of those male gazes washed over her.

The boys had apparently been playing pool when Jacki began her descent downstairs, but by the time she reached the landing there was one last smack of one ball hitting another before dead silence. Her world completely black, the drumbeat of Jacki's already racing heart only quickened when she sensed the men scattered about the room start towards her.

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Despite the wild estimates in Jacki's swimming head, there weren't a dozen plus men hovering in the basement. Besides Brian, there were only four other guys assembled for the night's festivities. Three of which had taken part in the impromptu masturbation session with Jacki that first night online, and one other guy from the frat Brian owed a favor to.

Having briefly entertained the thought of letting the entire fraternity in on what was going to happen that night, Brian decided against it. Logistically, it would have been lunacy with that many guys and only one girl, the presence of more people would have certainly created a greater chance the scene may have gotten out of hand. And besides, Jacqueline was only one woman and to expect her to hold up under five guys' virile assault was questionable, letting two dozen guys loose on her would have been sheer madness. So with most of the guys already gone after the end of the semester, Brian was left with a small group of brothers he trusted.

For the three that had been up in Brian's room to see for themselves first hand what sort of perversity Jacqueline Montero was capable of, it wasn't a shock when they saw her standing at the foot of the steps of their private room. Kerry Hoyt, Devin Dennison and Allen Crupp were their names, but the fourth guy who'd masturbated that night on camera for Jacki was sadly on a flight to Denver for a job interview the following Monday, having no clue what he was missing back at the frat house. 

In his place was a young man who'd just finished his Sophomore year named Garrett Burke. At first, Garrett had been a tad skeptical when Brian told him what might unfold the Saturday night after graduation. Canceling his previous plans just to be safe, Garrett assumed the guys had just hired an escort or stripper to come over to the house.

When heard the click/clack of the bindfolded woman's high heels on the rickety steps, then saw the classy way the long haired brunette was dressed, he started to realize they weren't pulling his leg. By the time Jacki was all the way down and wringing her hands nervously beside Brian, Garrett's cock had become as hard as the cue stick resting in his hands.

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Without her trusted ability to see, there was a natural re-coil in Jacki's posture as the vibration of the men's footsteps closed in around her. Clenching her fingers even tighter in front of her, Jacki found she could detect the subtle differences in their gaits as they moved in to inspect her.

"I can barely fathom the look in their eyes," Jacki thought to herself, knowing how obscenely compelling it would be to see something like that as the proverbial fly on the wall.

Still sensing the shadow of Brian's presence hovering to her right, Jacki blindly tried determining how many other guys were there from the amount of footsteps surrounding her, along with the distinct differences in the scents of cologne now flooding her palate.

"This is only a dream," her conscience interjected every so often, not wanting to admit something so deep and dark that she'd fantasized in secret about for so many years could actually be happening. "Its so dark..it just has to be a dream!"

Any thought of that night being a figment of her overworked and undersexed imagination was thoroughly erased when several strange hands came to rest across her body.

"UUHHH..UUHHHHH," Jacqueline immediately winced, just as anyone would when walking through a pitch black cave and being touched by things she couldn't see.

Her lips parting into a perfect oval as her fingernails dug at the smooth fabric of her black pencil styled skirt, a million tiny goosebumps clustered beneath Jacki's clothes when all those fingers clasped down on her. Having had Brian's hand on her back, among other places, as he led her down the steps, she'd developed a tactile imprint of his unique touch. The others, however, had created an overload of sensory input until Jacki's world suddenly became very, very small.

Feeling at least one person flanking her to each side, Jacki also knew there was someone standing directly in front of her, and she was also pretty sure another of the boys had claimed a spot directly behind her.

If the overwhelming sensation of all those strange hands roaming freely over her body wasn't enough, before she could begin processing all that, Jacki felt a warm set of lips come to rest on the right side of her throat just before pair of large hands slipped beneath the back of her dress and started caressing the cheeks of her bare ass.

Unable to keep her hands stable one second longer, Jacki flailed her arms out in each direction until they were grasping wildly for something to hold on to. In the end, what she found were two handfuls of sinewy muscle and single minded intent. 

By the time Jacqueline had snared her hands around two of the men in front of her, all 10 of their hands were guiltlessly roaming over her body, from her tingling scalp all the way down to her trembling thighs.

Even though she'd put on more pounds than she cared to admit since hitting her 40's, the five boys easily lifted the tips of her heels of the floor several times as they collectively felt her up. The feeling of temporary weightlessness combined with her new found blindness created real strains of disorientation in Jacki's head. Her tether to reality now cut, she was capable of anything.

There were one set of lips mashing and chewing just below her left ear, and other, along with a warm and wet tongue slithering down the nape of her neck. The set of probing fingers that had drifted beneath her dress from behind now eased up and down the back of her legs, sending shivers of excitement up her spine each time they alternated between the buttery smooth material of her stockings to the exposed flesh of her upper thighs. Jacki could also feel three, maybe four hands eagerly pawing at her breasts through her sheer blouse until her crisp white shirt tail came untucked from the waistband of her tight skirt.

"It's like you're a buffet and they're a bunch of starving men," she couldn't help thinking, imagining those ten hands actively groping her were upwards of a thousand.

"YEEEEZZZZ...AAAHHH," Jacki bellowed when one of the guys kissed her flush on the lips, anxiously digging her fingernails into the shoulders of two of the men even though she had no clue exactly what part of her body they had their hands on.

Slowly guiding Jacki to the center of the room, much the same way an army of ants would ferry their kill back to the nest, one of the boys was finally brazen enough to hike the woman's skirt up and trace his fingers around the tiny front panel of her soaking wet thong panties.

Once again a steaming hiss shot from Jacqueline's throat, and even in her blindfolded darkness she began rutting her hips forward, as if trying to corral the inquisitive digits exploring her flaming crotch. Not even needing to take the hint, those young man's fingers quickly slipped beneath the lace trim lining and sliced inside the rose petal bloom of Jacki's soaked quim.

An immediate chuckle of aroused appreciation rose from the men surrounding her when they heard for themselves just how wet Jacki had become.

It was difficult to tell in her predicament, but Jacki thought her pumps had already slipped off during the mayhem. Rubbing her right foot down one of the men's calves, the assumption was confirmed. Checking her left the same way, Jacki noted her second shoe was still attached but hanging by only two flexing toes.

To a neutral observer, Jacki looked as if she was being swallowed whole by the five young men. Only the occasional flop of her head, extension of a hand, or kick of one of her legs would show there was actually a woman smothered between the half ton of testosterone surrounding her.

What was vividly clear was the sound of clothes being pulled apart, and the occasional whap of a torn button snapping through the air. Somehow during the proceedings, Jacki's blazer had been removed and summarily spat out of the scrum, and even though it took a little more work on the gentlemen's' part, the fanciest blouse in Jacki's closet soon followed.

If there was one thing certain, it was Jacki's clothes were being shed at a much quicker rate than the men's were. So enthralled by the prey in their snare, they excitedly stripped the older woman until she was left in nothing but her bra, stockings, skimpy panties and a dress that was obscenely pushed up all the way to her waist.

Suspended in the men's intertwined grip, without any real depth perception because of the blindfold, Jacki hadn't realized yet she'd become as much horizontal in the air as she was vertical. Feeling the chilly air of the basement washing over her increasingly bare skin, it made each of the warm hands groping her that much more rapturous as they led her forward.

Her heavy tits flopping wildly in the lacy cups of the expensive bra she'd bought for the occasion, it wasn't long before the snaps of it were undone and she felt the jet black straps being slid over her smooth, Victorian shoulders. Before the discarded bra even hit the floor, a drooling mouth closed hungrily over each of her shamefully plump nipples.

Her feet now dangling several inches above the floor, every possible sensitive spot on her body was being stimulated one way or another as they ferried Jacki to her eventual destination. The disorientation was so consuming, Jacki didn't realize the two men responsible for supporting her from behind had left their posts until she could literally feel herself falling backwards in the air.

"Oh..God..," she was able to moan weakly before her back came to rest on something as flat as it was unforgiving.

"I know what that is," Jacki's own voice rattled around inside her brain. 

Squirming her shoulders side to side several times, she knew they'd dropped her straight down on the fraternity's pool table.

Despite being a novice at billiards, Jacki immediately recognized the velvety feel against her naked back as she acclimated herself to her newfound perch. The backs of her legs rubbing against the polished rails of the regulation sized table, Jacki's right hand sent the 5-ball rolling towards one of the corner pockets when she genuflected it out.

The glow of the overhead lighting baking down against her bare skin, Jacki could sense the shadows of the men stalking above until all 50 of their eager fingers were once again groping and pawing at her wantonly displayed wares.

Extending her legs into the air, Jacki quickly nestled the arch of both her stocking clad feet between two of the men's thighs, essentially using her them like a pair of hands to stoke the straining bulges awaiting her through their jeans. 




Walk of Shame Ch. 03



Her dress still scrunched up around her waist, it wasn't long before she felt several determined fingers working the thin material of her panties away from her steaming crotch. Instinctively raising her hips off the table to expedite the process, she felt them guide her underwear over her knees and off her ankles before dropping the lacy fabric into a bunched up ball in the side pocket between her outstretched legs.

Reaching her hands up to join the two boys who were currently massaging her breasts, Jacki reclined all the way back and bit her lower lip in expectation. When she heard a zipper come down directly above her, an evil grin of desperation spread across the older woman's blindfolded face.

"Please fuck me," Jacqueline babbled up to everyone surrounding her.

Her ears trained to the sound of the guy above shuffling his pants down, Jacki prepared herself for the exquisite invasion sure to come. Before that could happen however, two distinct hands closed around each of her thighs before pulling them further apart.

"It can't just be one person down there," she told herself, a notion that was cemented when two separate mouths came to rest on her bald and aching vagina.

"GGAAWWWDDD....OHHHH..SHIT!!" the nearly naked divorcee shrieked as the two boys' tongues feverishly dined on the glowing honeypot between her legs.

"Get a little taste before we go and mess that little pussy of hers all up," a voice from above mocked, surely the man who must be standing at the edge of the pool table, erection in hand, waiting to be the first to stake his claim inside her.

"God, I could just lay here forever," Jacki marveled in her head, rotating her hips rhythmically off the felt surface as the young pair lapped and lavished her slippery cunt.

Reaching down to rub her fingers through the two boys' hair, the one to her right had a curly tangle on the top of his head, while the other hadn't even had the decency yet to remove his turned backwards baseball cap as he expertly ate her out.

Sensing the onslaught to come, Jacki fully intended to pace herself knowing the wringer she was about to be put through, but those two tongues felt so damn good darting across her clitoris and puffed labia. It had been so long since anyone had provided her that unmitigated joy, even longer since anyone had done it so proficiently, and now she had two men doing it at once. 

She couldn't have stopped herself from cumming if she tried, the spray of her release splashing across the boys' faces as they devoured the nectar from her womb. Her arms swinging, and her knees flapping like a butterfly trying to take flight, it brought great pause to all the men assembled around her. If this was how she was reacting less than five minutes after putting her on the table, just what sort of untamed decadence would the night hold.

Within a minute of her initial release, Jacki felt a pair of hands come to rest on her knees, forcing them all the way apart. A second or two later, the fat shaft of a fully aroused penis dropped down on the same exact spot the two boys' mouths had just been. Her tingling vaginal lips already primed, the guy's dick (It turned out to be Brian's since he felt he deserved first crack) sliced like a machete through butter as he greedily penetrated her.

"OOOHHH..SHIT..Just as good as I thought," Jacki heard him cackle to his friends as he slammed the unforgiving rigid appendage to the hilt inside her.

Following Jacki's hands over the next few minutes would have been a blur. First starting out to each side of her on the table to act as a brace as the first stud built up steam on top of her, Jacki eventually raised them up to her chest, tugging at her titties as the young man's breath cascaded down with every powerful forward thrust he made.

Blindly sensing his head was directly above her's, Jacki reached up and caressed Brian's boyishly handsome face as he fucked her, committing the contour of his features to memory before sliding her fingers down to the, not so boyish, muscles flexing in his chest. Digging her nails tight into the flesh of his pecs, Jacki held on, as if for her very life. 

The heat from the overhead lamps creating a hard earned sheen of sweat on Brian's brow, several droplets rained down on Jacki's equally moistened forehead as he relentlessly pounded his groin down on top of hers. It wasn't long until a far more powerful deluge burst like a punctured fire hose inside Jacki's franticly squeezing cunt.

Whether it was Brian's hands, or one of the other boys, but as soon as she felt the cock start to twitch and fire inside her, several stout fingers closed right around one of her grape sized nipples, pinching and tweaking it until Jacki was flopping like a fish on the table, the whimpering wails of her second orgasm of the evening ripping through the downstairs rec room.

When Brian had taken what he wanted, he neatly rubbed the congealed remnants of his and Jacqueline's combined fluids from his cock across the woman's belly before allowing the next guy in line, in this case Kerry Hoyt, to take his position between her legs.

Loving the way the back of Jacki's head lurched off the table as soon as he pushed his penis between her flared vaginal crease, it didn't deter him in the least when Brian's freshly deposited seed bubbled to the surface. If anything, it made the going that much easier as he reached beneath Jacki's stocking clad left thigh with his right hand, leaving her with no choice but to drape her calf around his back. Loving the silky feel of blindfolded woman's lingerie rubbing his back, Kerry began to plow forward with full force.

"UHHH...UUHHH..UUGGRRHHH...AAAHHH," Jacki moaned, muscles she hadn't used in years now screaming as frat brother number two began churning his ample shaft deep into her drenched pussy.

Wasting no time feverishly fucking him back, Jacki's proudly beamed in the self imposed darkness, knowing for the time being she was giving as good as she got.

If it wasn't for the pool table below, by the time Kerry took over she was having serious issues telling up from down. Clawing her nails into the back of the boy's neck once he leaned in and pressed his chest down on top of hers, their two bodies seemed to meld into one as the legs of the structure began to creak under their thrashing weight. His moans increasing in frequency and volume, the second young man to mount her nuzzled his face into the crook of Jacki's neck.

Needless to say, it wasn't long before Kerry was pasting the walls of Jacki's inner sanctum with his sticky and salty ejaculate as well. Laying there for as long as he did, Jacki was sure she could feel several tears of gratitude slide from the boy's eyes and down across her shoulder from the sheer intensity of his release.

Continuing to spastically hurl his hips forward until every last drop of his lust had been driven home inside the gasping woman, Kerry finally stepped back and allowed gentleman number three to have his turn.

If the bedrock of the pool table had been Jacki's only tether to reality, when Allen Crupp stepped between her legs, that last bit of comfort and consistency was about to be stripped away.

Wasting now time once he took his place at the alter of Jacqueline's ravaged sex, Allen quickly swung his chubby cock forward and shoved it easily into her gurgling quim. 

By far the tallest, and most physical of the five boys, perhaps it was because of his height and the subsequent inability to get the optimum thrusting angle on top of Jacki, or maybe he simply wanted to provide her with the inquest of experiences, but Allen scooped his arms like duel spatulas beneath her back and brought the older woman up face to blindfolded face with him.

Keeping his dick stabbed snugly inside her the entire time, Allen turned and, in essence, paraded Jacki across the room for the other guys to see as she clutched her arms and legs exhaustedly around his sturdy frame. Bracing his left hand across Jacki's lower back and reaching in to squeeze her left breast with his right, Allen began slowly ramming his cock forward as he carried her around the room.

Jacki clinging to him much the same way a flood victim would a tree, Allen cupped his hands beneath the older woman's fleshy rear end and allowed gravity to do its thing as his dick disappeared all the way inside her. Kissing her on the lips and neck as he held her tight, those same forces of gravity inevitably caused the semen the first two guys shot deep into Jacki's womb to wash backwards until it created a gloriously rich and frothy friction for Allen's dredging girth.

The two guys who'd already gotten their rocks off retired to the corner of the room for the time being to grab a beer and relax as the spectacle continued on. The two men who hadn't yet partook of the fun, Devin and Garrett, looked like two jittery bulls waiting their turn as they watched Allen effortlessly fuck Jacki as he strutted her around the basement.

Her breasts swaying beautifully across her chest each time Allen took a step, Jacki locked her ankles around the hulking stranger's lower back and intertwined her fingers behind his neck as he connected with one virile thrust after another. Her weight resting in his hands as he skewered her with his cock, Jacki almost felt like she could let go and still hang right where she was.

Sweat drizzling down her cheek, soaking the silky swath of her blindfold, the whiff of sex that had been faint in the basement when she first set foot down there now overwhelmed Jacki's senses with each successive breath. Her body lurching wildly in Allen's embrace, Jacki could feel his body flex and fire each time he rammed her crotch down on his impaling shaft. Through it all, she could still sense two shadowy presences to her left and right.

"God..please tell me they aren't filming this somehow," a brief but bitter jolt of worry sparked in Jacqueline's brain even though she was too far gone now to truly care.

Any thought of that was shoved to the back burner when Jacki heard two zippers grind down an instant before Allen eased his hands up her back and allowed her torso to spill backwards. Literally perpendicular to him as she hung from his waist, when Allen once again initiated his onslaught, Jacki felt as if every eye in the world was standing above watching, glued to the young college stud fucking her senseless in mid-air.

The blood in Jacki's body immediately rushing to her head when Allen tipped her backwards, she instinctively threw her hands out, just knowing she was about to tumble like a sack of potatoes to the floor. 

"UUURRGGHH," she shrieked, only finding air when she flailed her hands out.

His manhood still slicing her down the middle, Jacki could feel Allen's grip intensify once he pushed her forward as he continued to plod forward towards the far corner of the room. The fleshy concussions of her breasts smacking her chin providing a comically erotic image with each step Allen took, Jacki could feel the slippery, musk scented cast-off of her arousal spritzing from her pussy and down across her belly every single time he withdrew his plowing cock, only to wince and cry out loud when he shoved the glistening spear all the way home again.

Allowing Jacki to drop down far enough to where she was almost fully inverted, Allen let her hang there for a few seconds, committing the obscenity of it all to memory before pulling Jacki back up to level. Once he had her positioned just right, Allen began pounding her again with full fury, the violent sound of his crotch smacking hers filling the basement as the two other boys moved into place.

Blindfolded for the moment, Jacki would never see the hawkish grin that spread across Allen's rugged face when he realized what his two frat brothers were about to do. Assuming the guy currently fucking her was simply going to selfishly let her hang there in mid-air until he was done, Jacki suddenly felt the firm and stable presence of two separate hands come to rest on the back of her bouncing head. 

If Jacki thought it was purely a gesture of benevolence on the boys part at such a trying moment, it wouldn't take long to discern their true intentions when their two rock solid erections smacked down across her face.

The two guys who'd already fucked Jacki sitting a few feet away, kicking back as they watched the other three surround the nearly naked woman hanging from Allen's waist, they couldn't help jacking their cocks back to life as the situation took another twisted turn.

"OOOHHH....SHIT...OHHH..FUCK!!" Jacki screamed, her legs still wrapped like tentacles around Allen's waist as the rushing whoosh of her exhales washed across the two pricks bouncing against her face.

Garrett stationed on the right with Devin to her left, both boys kept one hand securely wedged under the back of Jacki's head as they used the other to trace their cocks across the older woman's reddened cheeks and gasping lips.

"I can't take this anymore...I've got to see this...I've just got to see this before I die," Jacqueline's Freudian Id raged inside her head, literally feeling as if she was flying backwards through the air as the three boys created a triangle of lust around her.

Jacki had come to the house that night with the sole intention of living out a fantasy she'd long harbored of getting gangbanged by a bunch of virile, but anonymous men. The idea to use a blindfold had basically served as an element of plausible deniability in a way, allowing Jacki to soak up the physical experience without having the moral baggage of looking into their eyes, and without them being able to look into her's. It had all gone off without a hitch through the first couple of guys, but now that she found herself in a position she frankly could never have fathomed, an insatiable and scalding need to see her predicament, as well as her 'captors', overrode Jacki's good sense.

Assuming the woman below was casting her hands upwards to help keep her balance, Garrett and Devin's eyes cranked all the way open, and they stepped slightly to the side when they saw Jacki reach for her blindfold.

Even in the short amount of time her vision had been sheathed, the modest rush of mood lighting in the basement caused a nuclear flash on her deprived optic nerve the instant she pulled the blindfold free. A bright white haze filled Jacki's head for several seconds until things fuzzily began to come into Polaroid-like focus.

The first inescapable thing to materialize in front of Jacki's blurry eyes were the two majestic slabs of cockflesh sawing back and forth across her sweat soaked face. Pucking her lips to kiss each as they slide and bounced across her cheeks and chin, Jacki opened her mouth wide and took turns orally pleasuring the boys as they sandwiched her head.

Able to detect the subtle differences in each boy's taste and texture when she alternated their penises on her tongue, when her eyes adjusted enough to see past than their dueling pricks, the torso of the man standing above her, the one fucking her as he carried her around, slowly came into view.

"Oh....Dear....God," she mewed, just as any woman would making first eye contact with a man who had her in such an erotically compromising position.

Even though Allen was still a hazy blob rising above her, the feeling of his hands anchored around her waist, along with the jackhammering presence of his cock, were crystal clear for Jacki as she took turns sucking the other two boys' cocks. Curling her arms at an angle she would have never thought possible, Jacki was able to somehow close each of her hands around Garrett and Devin's beefy pricks before tugging them both towards her mouth.

If there ever was a 'biting off more than she could chew' situation, Jacki had found it, but in her disorientated hue of depraved want she distended her jaw as far as she could, trying to simultaneously shove both of the guys' cocks between her lips.

Seeing what the woman hanging from his waist was attempting, Allen stared down with glassy eyed fascination at Jacki's eagerness and flexibility, pumping his crotch forward with increased ferocity as the muffled groans began snorting from her overstuffed mouth. Watching Jacki pump the shafts of their dicks with her closed fists, Allen was frankly amazed at the way she hungrily rolled her tongue around the two cockheads wedged in her mouth like she was nursing a pair of huge gumballs.

"Bitch sure can multi-task," he crudely observed, amazed even further when Jacki began rotating her hips, meeting every one of his plowing thrusts head-on with one of hers until the percussion of their groins colliding rattled Allen's spine.

Focusing on the way his jutting stalk sliced recklessly into Jacki's splashing quim, a tingling burn started deep in his balls seeing the way the woman's pink vaginal sheath clung to his dick each time he slammed it in and out of her. Allowing his gaze to drift up Jacki's suspended body, Allen admired the way her breasts bounced like two heavy pale melons across her chest each time he connected with another crushing thrust.

Scanning his eyes even higher, Allen couldn't help but marvel at the way Jacki had somehow accommodated his two friends at the same time. Watching the way her long, elegant fingers pumped and squeezed at Garrett and Devin's ample pricks, that tingle in his balls grew into a raging ball of fire.

Knowing his orgasm was imminent, Allen ramped up his assault until he'd pushed his cock so far into Jacki he could feel his nutsack swinging against the arousal soaked crack of her ass as she hung around his waist. Whether it was the unspoken bonds of male camaraderie or simply the cosmic alignment of three separate men preparing to cum at the same time, but Jacki had no idea what awaited her as she continued to grind her cunt savagely against Allen's impaling phallic fist.

Her senses so jumbled, the increasingly rapid sighs croaking from the men's throats mixed with the whirlwind of everything else until Jacki felt herself drifting off deep into some separate level of consciousness. The only hint of what was about to happen was the flexing bulge Garrett and Devin's cocks did just before they blew.

Aggressively swirling her tongue back and forth across the twin slabs of manhood in her mouth as she continued to hurl her pussy at Allen's swollen rod, Jacki was able to snort one last dose of fresh oxygen through her flared nostrils before the deluge.

Before she couldn't finish that exhale, two separate streams of milky white froth collided in her mouth, mixing into one massive and ever expanding pool that needed a place to go. Swallowing desperately to keep up, Jacki finally had to pull both spewing cocks from her lips, allowing the subsequent jets of semen to ooze down on her spastically contorting face.

The warm and sticky report of the boys' ejaculate streaming down her gullet as well as her cheeks, just as Jacki attempted to steal another breath, a husky, nearly animalistic groan rose from Allen's lungs just before his scalding seed ricocheted in torrents across the back wall of her cervix.

"JESUUSSSCCHHRISSSTTT...FUUCCKKK..FUUCCKKK...FUUCCCCKKKKKKKKKK!!" Jacki choked and coughed, the other two boys' cum gurgling in her throat as she succumb to her third orgasm of the evening.

By then, the first two boys that had their way with Jacki had bolted up from their perch on the sofa and moved in closer to get a good look at the carnal scene at the far corner of the basement.

Encircled now by the five closely knit guys, Jacki jerked and writhed, using her pussy, hands and mouth to milk every last bit of lust from the three studs until she was nothing more than a limp ragdoll sobbing for joy in their collective grip. The salty cocktail of Garrett and Devin's seed saturating her tastebuds, Jacki could feel Allen's syrupy release sloshing like a tempest inside her already overburdened womb.




Walk of Shame Ch. 03



"UUUUHHHH....UUHHHHH.....AAAHHHHHH," she shuddered the instant Allen pulled his dick free, breaking the vacuum seal he'd created inside her with one messy and loud step backwards.

Looking down to see the meaty invader that had so thoroughly ravaged her, Jacki couldn't help extending her right hand down to clutch the drenched appendage as it's simmering gift now seeped like creamy filling from her gaping slit. The two other cum-smeared cocks still bouncing like fleshy pipes above her face, Jacki strained her neck and kissed each several times before feeling herself slide helplessly towards oblivion.

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It wasn't exactly oblivion Jacki had tumbled backwards into, but rather a ratty folded up futon that served as one of the crash pads for the guys in the frat. Sprawled out against the back cushions and sandwiched between Devin and Garrett, Jacki looked up to see Allen still towering nakedly above her.

Her eyes finally clearing after the time spent blindfolded, not to mention the vision blurring paces the boys had just put her through, Jacki willingly allowed the powerfully built youngster to take the pendulums of her sagging breasts in his hands and kiss and nibble at them as she swung her legs across the guys' laps flanking her. The thigh high stocking on her right pushed down to her knee and the one on her left now shriveled around her calf, Jacki could see there was a significant run in both from the chaos that had just ensued.

Noticing the skirt she'd worn to the house was still hiked into a knot around her waist, and in dire need of dry-cleaning, Jacki shifted to make herself comfortable, the whole time rubbing her fingers through Allen's hair as he nuzzled his face into her bosom. Looking up, she also saw the other two guys hovering above, clearly waiting their second turn at her. These were college boys after all, not like a majority of men she'd dated recently. Even after the draining ordeal they'd already put her through, Jacki could see all five of their cocks were visibly stirring back to life. 

When Allen removed his mouth from her bulbous nipple and stood all the way up, Jacki knew her night was far from over. Parting her lips and taking the upper third of his manhood into her mouth, Jacki lavishly cleansed the combined fluids from Allen's veiny staff, each having no clue that roughly six months earlier he'd banged a fellow Georgetown student named Randi Montero in nearly the same spot during one of the frat's parties.

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Over the course of the next few hours, all the boys in the house had their way with Jacki at least twice more, two of which, Allen and Brian were somehow able to carve out three more intense couplings with her before finally collapsing from exhaustion. The pool table had bore the brunt of some of it, as had most every sofa and chair lining the room. A few of the cheesy pictures that hung from the walls of the rec room had even been displaced from what several of the guys had done after shoving Jacqueline against it.

By the time the festivities were over, Jacki had no will to look for her panties or bra. Her stockings had been ripped to such shreds, it wasn't worth the energy to reach down and salvage them. Luckily she was able to find her discarded pumps, and after managing to insert her rubbery legs into them, Jacki rolled down her jumbled skirt and found her tattered blouse and blazer.

Leaving just as anonymously as she'd come, Jacki descended the steps of the frat house just after the crack of dawn that early Sunday morning and made her way across the street to her car. Every muscle inside her body singing loudly when she raised the remote to unlock the car, she scanned the landscape and thankfully saw only the occasional morning jogger and one older woman a few houses down strolling out to get her copy of the Post.

An immediate blush rushed down Jacqueline's sore neck when she saw the all-knowing look in the woman's eyes as she watched the haphazardly dressed nymph leave the fraternity at such an early hour.

"So this is what it feels like to do that 'walk of shame' you always heard about in college," Jacki chided herself, fumbling for the door handle as the residue of all five boys still resonated over every inch of her body, inside and out.

The only question now would be could Jacki make it back to the refuge of Randi's apartment before her Daughter returned home from whatever depravity she'd found herself in the previous evening.....

THE END

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