27 comments/ 66441 views/ 10 favorites Just My Luck By: The Wanderer I was looking through some of my old floppy disks the other day and I came across several quite short chapters of a story I wrote sometime back. Unfortunately the disk was scrambled so I don't know if I can recover the other chapters. But on re-reading these two I realised they tell a story in themselves. So I thought I'd post them. I thank my LadyCibelle and Techsan for their patience, proof reading, editing skills and of course encouragement. As always I must also add, that I can't leave a story alone. I could well have added some cock-ups after they have seen it and before it gets posted. This story is set many years ago Unexpected Visitors It was a lovely warm summer afternoon. I was sitting outside the Fox & Hounds pub. What passes locally as the centre of entertainment. I was downing my third pint of HSD (Hicks Special Draft), when Malcolm, one of my drinking buddies, suddenly took a deep intake of breath. Which drew my attention to the car that just pulled into the car park. Well, to be honest, it was what had just got out of the car that Malcolm had got all worked up about. There were two quite beautiful young ladies, obviously twins and maybe eighteen or nineteen years of age, who were escorted by two much older man. "Lucky bastards, how did a couple of old farts like that get hooked up with those two darlings?" Malcolm commented. "They're old enough to be their fathers!" As the four crossed the car park, we tried not to make it obvious that we were watching them. The two girls were obviously twins, about five-five maybe five-six tall, with long blonde hair and bodies to die for. I would say one guy was about my age in his mid-forties but was carrying a lot more weight than I am. The other guy was much older, sixties or maybe even seventies. As they came closer there was something about the two girls that made me feel uncomfortable; you know that déjà vu feeling. I couldn't put my finger on what caused it, but it's a feeling I don't like. Mary, the barmaid, who was outside collecting the empty glasses, said, "Good afternoon" to them. The big guy returned her greeting in an accent that told me he came from inner east London. Not a Cockney but not far off. He had a confident swagger about the way he walked that hinted he could handle himself. I thought he might be a bodyguard or could even be a copper. The two girls said "Hi," to Mary, Their accent instantly informed everyone within earshot that they came from across the pond. Where about's in the States I didn't know and I doubted anyone else who heard them could tell either. We don't see that many Yanks down here in Cornwall. The big guy stood by the side of the door and gestured with his arm for the old man and the girls to go inside, then he entered after them. Mary turned to look at me, then said, "Christ Dave, I thought that was your sister at first glance." "You flatter my family Mary. My sister was never as lovely as that, even on a good day." Mary smiled then followed the new arrivals inside, to serve them. I sat and thought, Mary must have seen in their faces the same thing that had made me feel uncomfortable. But I was sure I couldn't see my sister in them. I became aware of Malcolm staring at me. "She's right you know Dave they do bear a resemblance. Perhaps you're related." "No bloody chance, Mal, they're Yanks. Now if they were Australian, there could be a chance. I know quite a lot of the family went out there, if you go back far enough. Not exactly of their own volition, either." Malcolm laughed, as I downed the rest of my pint. As I said the new arrivals had somehow made me feel uncomfortable. So I figured it would be a good time to go home and finish repairing my car. As I walked up the lane to my cottage the two girls kept returning to my mind. I couldn't put a finger on just what it was about them that made feel so damned uncomfortable. Once I was home however they were soon forgotten, as I returned to the task of reattaching the gearbox to my LandRover. I had spent the morning replacing the clutch; the struggle I'd had getting the drive-shaft spline engaged is what had driven me down to the pub in the first place. I was lying under the vehicle on my crawler board, tightening the bolts on the prop-shaft, when I saw the boots approaching. Although from my position I couldn't see to whom they were attached, I somehow knew it was going to be the big guy from down the pub. "Hello, there." he said. "May I disturb you for a minute or two?" A kick with my legs sent my head out from under the car and I looked up at him. "Depends on who you are and what you want?" I replied. "As you can see, I'm a little bit busy down here." He squatted down so that he was no longer towering over me. "I'm sorry. My name is Nicholas Bruce and I'm a private enquiry agent. I just would like to ask you a couple of questions. If you don't mind?" "I'd have put you down as ex-job personally; MET was it?" "You're observant sir. Yes, twenty-two years on the force. I retired six years ago." "Go ahead then. Shoot but I'm going to keep on working if you don't mind, and if I don't like your questions, I'll tell you were to go." "That's fine with me, sir. I'm just doing what I'm paid for. Now would I be correct in assuming I'm talking to David Law?" "That's correct but I'm normally known as Dave." "And would you be the same David ... sorry ... Dave Law that was once known as David Laurence and at one time lived in Kingsbury north London?" "I could be. Why are you asking? "I've been employed to find a David Laurence who lived in Kingsbury during the late sixties. I'm hoping that you're the man I'm looking for." "I'd be silly to either confirm or deny if I'm the man whom you're looking for, when I have no idea what this is all about." "Aye, now, there we both have a problem. You see I don't know what this is about either. I was just employed to try and find, well, you actually. My clients want me to find the answers to three questions. First whether you are alive?" "What do you think?" "OK, second whether you are married or have any romantic ties at this time?" "I don't think I like the way this is going." "Now hold on a minute, Dave, I can assure you this has no connections to either of your wives or your lottery win. From what I have found out about both your wives, I don't blame you for being cautious." "You haven't ruled out my first wife's children?" "You proved they weren't yours at the divorce so you've got nothing to worry about from them." "Done your bleeding homework, haven't you?" "Well, I had to. You did do a bloody good job of disappearing. I was running around Spain for nearly two months like a tit in a trance." "What brought you to Cornwall then?" "The flowers you have put on your parents grave every year and the fact your sister spends so much time in Padstow." "She rarely comes near me." "I know, but I put the two together and that made look down here for you." "OK. I'm celibate at the moment. I think I've been burnt enough over the years." "Lastly would you mind meeting my clients, as they wish to talk to you?" "Tell me, am I right in assuming your clients are the two young ladies, you arrived at the Fox & Hounds with?" I'd caught him on the back hoof. He obviously had not noticed me sitting outside the Fox and Hounds. Whoever had told him where I lived had not mentioned I'd been there when they arrived. "This time you're one up on me. Yes, they are my clients. Will you speak to them?" "What do they want? Do you know?" "I do but I'm not supposed to. I'd breach my contract if I told you. I do think you would be making a mistake if you do not talk to them. But they insist that if you say no, they will never try to contact you again. Ah, in case you're wondering, I can assure you, they're not after money or anything like that. Now shall I call them and tell them they can come up?" "No, not yet. If you don't mind I'll get myself cleaned up a little first. You can tell them to come up at five o-clock. I should be able to make myself look civilised by then." "Okay, Mr. Laurence, I'll bring them here at five." He began to walk away, then he stopped and turned back to me. "You made the right choice, sir. I'm sure you won't be sorry." With that he was through the gate and gone. I replaced the floor panels in the LR then went into the cottage to get cleaned up. ------------------ Five o'clock on the dot, I saw the car pull up in the lane. The two American girls got out and started walking up my drive. They walked slowly, almost hesitantly, talking with each other. I opened the door as they got near, and they both stopped and stared at me. Then one turned to the other and said, "I told you it was him." She looked at me, "You were outside the pub when we arrived, weren't you?" "I was." "I told Kerry it was you. You look a lot older than you do in our photos. But I knew it was you I saw at the pub." "Well, ladies this is getting us nowhere. Do you want to come inside and talk or shall we sit in the garden. "Wherever suits you will do us fine." "In that case we'll sit outside. Go make yourselves comfortable and I'll bring out some tea." I could feel them staring at me as I poured the tea. Then I sat back and fixed the two of them with my eyes. "Okay, girls, what's this all about then?" "Mr. Laurence, I'm Kerry Parkins and this is my sister Holly." I must have reacted to the name Holly. Both the girls saw me start. "Ah, I think you know what I'm going to say next." "I assume that your mother is one Holly Harbinger," I replied. That was why these girls looked familiar, the likeness to their mother was obvious once she was brought to mind. Even if it wasn't pronounced. "Mrs. Holly Parkins, or at least she was. She's divorced now." "Oh I'm sorry to hear that but I've had a couple of marriages go wrong myself. Can I ask what went wrong with your mother's marriage?" Holly laughed out loud, then through a grin said. "Well, if you must know. You did!" I must have looked confused because Kerry said, "Our father or should I say Mr Parkins suddenly realised that Holly and me looked nothing like him. He was clearing out a cupboard one day and he found some old photographs of mother's. He and mother had a big argument, he was packed and out of the house by the evening." "Kerry and me were ten at the time and didn't understand what was going on. It was some years after the divorce that we found the photographs. They were of mum and you in London back in the sixties." "Why would your father leave Holly over some old photographs taken years before? That doesn't make any sense. "Oh, it does. Mother told us the whole story. Do you remember your time with our mother." "Of course I do. I was crazy about her." "Yeah, and from what she tells us, she was crazy about you, as well." "I don't really think she was; she left me and went back to the States, remember. One of her friends told me she got married soon after she got there. That cut me up pretty badly, I'll tell you." "Things aren't always as they appear, Dave." A man's voice came from behind me and I turned in my chair to see the old gentleman standing on the edge of my lawn. "Granddad, you said we could do this," Kerry said with a disappointed tone in her voice. "Mr. Harbinger, I assume," I said. "Come on, Dave, it was always Reg to you." "That was a long time ago, sir. A lot of water has flowed under the bridge since then." "Come on, Dave. You know that Holly going back to the States was her mother's doing. I told you that at the time." "As I remember, you did, sir." "And you can cut out this sir shit." "Okay, Reg. But to what do I owe this sudden reappearance of the Harbinger clan." "Your daughters, of course. Can't you see the likeness?" I looked back at the girls. I could see Holly in them, but no resemblance to me. Then I stared at them. Maybe I could see my fathers nose just creeping through. "Honestly, Mr Laurence, you're our father," young Holly said. I looked back at Reg. "She's telling the truth, Dave. Holly was pregnant when she went home. That's why she got married so quickly." "Are you trying to tell me that I made Holly pregnant." "Yep!" "If that's so. Why did she go running off to the States and marry some guy over there? It shows you what she thought of me then, doesn't it. See, I told you girls, and I'm not likely to accept the responsibility of being your father in a hurry." "Now, hang on a minute, Dave, things weren't that simple for Holly. Look, girls can you take a walk? I'm gonna have to give Dave the full story and I think it will be better if I told him alone." The twins didn't want to leave. But after a little more prompting from their grandfather they took a walk. "Okay, Dave, back in 1970 things weren't easy for Holly. Her Mum and me were breaking up, as you know. Well, her mum had been carrying on with this guy for a year or so. He had a son and Holly's mum had been trying to push the two of them together. She could use them as cover for meeting the guy. Well, Holly and the guy got on all right and used to go out together. That was, until you came on the scene. Holly's mother was furious at Holly for going out with you." "As I remember, I wasn't her favourite person." "Yeah, I owe you an apology there. I used to invite you into the house and give you Bourbon just to wind Holly's mother up. It worked fine as well." We both smiled as we remembered the scenes in his house. Holly's mother giving me the most horrendous of looks and making not too flattering comments about the pair of us. "Look, Dave, Holly was between a rock and a hard place just before she left. She surely was in love with you but things happened that she felt she couldn't tell you about. She told me all about it and I advised her to tell you but you know what women are like. She felt you wouldn't understand so she chose to go back to the States with her mother." "You're not making anything clear, Reg." "Yeah, I know but how can I tell you without upsetting you that Holly was cheating on you." "Don't you think I realised that Holly was two timing me a long time ago. Christ, she was married within weeks of getting to the States." "Yeah, that's the trouble, Dave. Things weren't as they appear at first glance. Let me give you the full story." ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Return to the Old Country Here I am in London again. It's almost twenty years since I left here. I walk out of the arrivals gate and there's a big man standing there holding a board that says 'Harbinger' on it. Dad must have sent him to meet me. One of my daughters has had an accident whilst on holiday in Cornwall. The girls had been staying with dad whilst they went to college over here. But two days ago I had received a message that Kerry had been injured. Nothing too serious, they said, but I should come over. Nick my driver is weaving through the traffic on the way down to the 'West Country' as he calls it; he says we should be there in about four hours. I don't remember any big roads like this when I was here last. I remember the cold winters, my mom and dad fighting all the time and I remember him, Dave, the guy that I should have stayed with. But I didn't know that the girls were his. What if they had been Eric's? No, I couldn't do that to Dave. I loved him too much to expect him to accept Eric's children as his own. No, Eric took advantage of me while I was drunk! He deserved all he got. To be honest he wasn't a bad husband while he lasted. He never had the slightest idea about Dave until he found those photographs. I suppose I should have thrown them away or hidden them better. But I wanted to look at them so often, and dream about what could, no, should have been. Poor Eric saw those photos and knew that Dave was the girls' real father. Why am I saying poor Eric? I was his trophy wife. He tried to get me pregnant at that party. He knew exactly what he was doing when he had sex with me. He just didn't know about Dave. I wonder where Dave is now and how his life turned out. I know he would have loved the girls. Every time I look at them, they remind me of Dave and the fun we had together. The wonderful way he used to make love to me and the anguished look on his face the day the rubber split. Dad always told me I should have told Dave all about Eric and the baby, well babies as it turned out. But I couldn't. How could I tell Dave that I was two timing him just to keep my mother happy? How could I tell him that I had gone to that Fourth of July party with Eric and not him? Dave had wanted to take me out that day and I heard the pain in his voice when I told him that I couldn't come. You know, I did the most stupid things when I was young. "God, I'm sorry Dave." "Sorry, Madam?" Oh, god, I must have said that out loud. "Nothing, Nick. I must have been thinking out loud. Tell me how long before we get there." "About another half hour, Madam." "Please drop the Madam bit, Nick. My name's Holly." "Very well, Mad, er Holly." "There seems to be a lot of those things around here," I said as we passed the same sort of car that Dave used to drive. He was mad about it and was always fiddling with something on it. "Oh, the LandRovers. Yeah, they've been making them for years. Kept the same body shape but there's been a few changes under the skin." "I had a friend once who had one. I couldn't see what the fascination was but he raved about it. Too darned uncomfortable and bumpy most of the time and the noise inside was ridiculous." "Ah, they've changed a bit since those days. I know a guy who's got one. Well, a couple of them actually. There's one he keeps locked up in a garage for old times' sake, he says." "Well, I do have some very good memories of the fun we had in that old car." "Should you be telling me this Mad, ... Holly?" "Come on, Nick, you were young once, you know." "Yeah, but I had big ford Zodiac. Much more comfortable." "Well, you know what I mean then. There's some things we did in that car I will never forget. I wonder if he has?" "If you don't mind me saying, Holly. No guy is going to forget being in a car with you even if it is a beat up old LandRover." "Thank you, Nick. I'll take that as a compliment." "We're here at last!" Nick said as he turned into a lane beside a little country pub. As we bounced up the lane and I said to Nick that a LandRover would be handy for a road like this. He didn't reply but out of the corner of my eye I thought I saw a smile come on his face. We pulled into the drive of a lovely little cottage and as Nick opened my door for me my father came out of the house. We said our hellos and hugged each other, then dad said to Nick, "You made good time, Nick. We weren't expecting you for a couple of hours yet." "How's my Kerry?" I demanded, getting a little annoyed that dad was making small talk with the driver when I wanted to know about my daughter. "Kerry's fine. I told you it was nothing serious. She and Holly are down on the beach. It's just at the end of the lane; why don't you take a walk down there and meet them? They should be on they're way back by now?" "I'll do that, thanks." "This was confusing. Why had my dad dragged me all the way from Florida, if Kerry wasn't seriously hurt? The airfare must have cost him a fortune. The lane was no more than a rough track after the cottage and it soon began to slope quite steeply down to the sea. The beach came into view and I could see the twins in the distance walking along the sand. They were with a man; one on either side of him each holding one of his arms. Although they were some way off, there was something about the man that stopped me dead in my tracks. It couldn't be. But it must be! There was the slight limp that I'd always remembered. He told me he got it when he crashed his motorcycle and broke his leg quite badly. Just My Luck "Sorry Sir, but we cannot employ you. Your lack of a school certificate is unacceptable." Those words were still ringing in my ears. I must have heard them at least a dozen times, if not many more. In my godforsaken apartment, I rubbed my head. What will I do? Where will this end? I have no income. No financial security. I'm 22 and I don't have a job. Sucks to be me... I decided to take a walk on the outside pavements. It was hopeless. No one was hiring. Then I saw it- my last single hope. GSS, an exclusive IT company, was looking for cleaners. With a huge smile on my face, I ran inside. Full of hope. I met the young receptionist in front, a sweet Mrs. Jones. "I want to apply for the cleaning job spot." I told her. "Sorry Sir but.." I wasn't going to take it. "No. Please. This is my last hope. I don't have anywhere else to work. Every over place it the city has rejected me. Please." I could see she felt sorry for me. Bingo. "Okay Sir, uhm, I think we could make an arrangement. Let me just phone the manager." Excitement took over me. I was lost in a long trance while she told the manager my life story and then nodded and put the phone down. "You start tomorrow 9AM. Please note that the pay will not be a lot." "No it's fine. Anything will do. Thank you very very much." And I walked out with a huge smile on my face. 9AM and I was there. A friendly girl named Sarah showed me around, gave me my mop and bucket and off I was. It wasn't exactly heaven, but better than starvation. Later on I discovered that the job was actually great. The people were great. Everything was cool. I actually looked forward to going to work every day. My manager, Mr. Edwards, was also a friendly guy. He has even given me a raise for 'my hard work'. But I must admit to myself, I am working unusually hard- maybe because I know I will be lost without it. ********** A few months later I was still working there. On this one summer's day Mr. Edwards called me into his office for a 'serious talk'. Shocked and afraid I walked into the office. "So Eric, are you still enjoying it here?" "Yes Sir, absolutely." "Fine. And you will have nowhere else to go?" "No sir. No one would accept my applications because of my lack of a school certificate." "Oh I see." "Yes, uhm, is there any reason you called me in Sir?" "Yes, I wanted to inform you that from now on you will be my personal sex slave." I almost choked..on nothing.. "What?" "Yes, or else I would fire you. Whenever I call, most likely through Mrs. Jones, you'll come into my office, strip naked and please me sexually." "B..b...b.but.." "No buts. I know you're straight. I don't care. You can go now. Oh yes, and if you name this to a single person you will be maimed for life..and fired." Shocked, I just stood there. Thinking he made a joke. But his face told me he was dead serious. I ran out. ********** The next day Mrs. Jones came to me. "Mr. Edwards wants to see you in his office. Don't know why..." I knew why. This is it. My moment of truth. I can't lose this job. He knows it. Feeling ashamed I walked into his office. He sat with his chair facing the other side. I just heard his command. "Strip. And close the door." Breathing heavily, I stripped of all of my clothes, including my socks and shoes. My cock was semi-hard. I don't want this, I told myself. I really didn't. He swung his chair around to reveal his own naked body. He was not at all well built- nor was I. He stood up, with his medium-sized cock in his one hand, walking towards me, nodding. "Not bad. Not bad at all. Let's begin shall we." My breathing became heavier. "Yes, you will do whatever I say. No matter how weird or gay it may be. Understood?" "Y...y..yes Sir." "First, I want you to come. Masturbate yourself to climax. You must come in that bucket." I looked at the tiny red bucket in the corner. Not knowing what to do, although I do masturbate regularly, I started stroking my cut cock, much to the pleasing of my boss. My breathing became heavier. My cock became thicker. Sweat broke out on my face. It was weird masturbating in front of a gay man. Especially the fact that he was watching with hungry eyes. The moment came and I grabbed that darn red bucket and unleashed my load into it- also letting out a moan. When I was finally done, Mr. Edwards picked up the bucket and examined its content. "Now that you're done. It's my turn. Suck my cock young man." He stared at me as I did at him. "Get on your knees and suck my cock you little bitch." I got down to my knees and hesitantly I took his cock in my hand. Then I put it in my mouth. I could hear his moan. Suddenly he took my head from behind thrusting himself deeper down my throat as his cock hardened. Oh my gosh, was this real? I couldn't believe it. Me, possibly the biggest homophobe being facefucked. "Work your tongue over it." I did. In that instant his thrusting became harder, and his musky smelling cock went full down my throat. I could feel his pubic hair touch my nose. His moan got loader. He kept yelling comments but I had shut off. I was still waiting for my alarm to wake me up. I was still waiting for this nightmare to end. I knew he would end this oral rape with the final act of humiliation. Then he cummed. And he cummed hard. The squirts of his wet, awful tasting cum hit my throat at full throttle. Instantly his cock softened, but he still kept it inside my mouth, emptying his testicles of all of his cum, until his cock stopped spasming. I tried to spit it out, be he refused. I had to swallow. "Mmm.." he started as he took his cock out of my mouth "I can see it's your first time." I just stayed in that kneeling position. I was still too embarrassed, too humiliated. "I have a meeting in about 15 minutes. Get dressed and get out of here. I want you back in an hour. Understood?" "Y...y..yes Sir." Quickly, I got up and started to dress. When I was done, I went out. I've got an hour of freedom. ********** The hour went by. "Strip and close the door" he ordered me when I once again entered the room to find my new fucker naked in his office. "S..sir?" "Lay face down on my desk. I've cleaned it." Shit. I didn't want to, but I knew what he was going to do with me. My breathing became heavier again. Then I went to lay down on the cold wooden desk. I could feel his presence behind me. I was startled as his fingers groped my ass. He was clearly excited. "Good gosh you've got a very fine ass. Let's pop your cherry shall we..." I heard him opening the drawers of his desk. Then I felt something cold touching my rectum. I let out a hard breath. "No worry. It's just a little lube. Trust me, you'll thank me." Then I felt his cockhead touching my splinter. In one hard shove he thrusted his cock and most of his shaft into my unprotected ass. The pain was unbearable. "You're killing me!" I shouted. "Oh you'll get used to it." He said out of breath. The torturing continued. He was ecstatic. Each thrust would be harder and deeper- destroying my entire butt. He just kept pumping. I could hear his hard moans. He really was enjoying himself. I, on the other hand, really wasn't. The pain eventually became better but it still stung deep. Physically and emotionally. "Please, please stop!" "Listen here you stupid fucking bitch. You'll take my manhood like a man. Every last inch of it. You feel that? That's what a real man feels like." His stokes became so intense and hard his pubic hair was touching my butt. I think I cried at this stage. His balls were slapping against my cheeks and his breathing became harder. "Please! Stop!" I pleaded again. This time he didn't even answer. He still ravaged me, he enjoyed himself oh so much. I didn't. I wanted out. He wouldn't give it to me. Then there was one last hard thrust and he came inside me. I could feel his cock spasm as he let out a hard moan. He kept ejeculating inside me for a few moments. Then he collapsed on me- his body full of sweat and his cock still inside me. "Oh yes, take it you bitch. Cumbucket. Take my hot cum in you ass." he yelled. So there I was - naked on my boss's desk, soaked in cum and I had a dick in my ass. He finally got out of me and ordered me to get dressed and get out. I did so without any hesitation. I was so glad my violation was done. ********** This escapade went on for about 3 months. Time after time he would call me in for a quickie. Nobody else knew about this. In the meantime I have also gotten a girlfriend. Not even she knew. Yeah, the two of us had sex, quite often. But there was still a difference between being assfucked by my boss and assfucking Melinda. Both were great. One day he once again called me into his office. I got in, started to undress but stopped when he told me to. "Eric." he addressed me. "Yes sir?" "This last three months of fucking was wonderful. You have become and expert cocksucker and your hole is extremely good. I have decided that..." He paused. "..I cannot keep you to myself." At that moment I wanted to scream. "W..what?!" "Yes. Meet me at The Factory tomorrow evening at 7PM. That is all, thank you." I walked out, confused. The Factory? Where was that? I walked on for a while and then, suddenly out of thin air it hit me: The Factory- it was a bathhouse. Just My Luck There are things from your youth that you just never seem to be able to forget, some of them good some not so good. This is a story about a young man that just graduated from high school and was attending his senior party. Graduation ceremonies had just ended for the Class of '63 and we were grouping to go on our senior party. To control what could potentially get out of control, the school and parents had decided to take the graduating seniors by bus to the Port of Seattle, put us on a boat and ship us off to a sort of resort island in Puget Sound. Didn't know the name of the island then and still don't. The island resort was owned by one of the Pacific Northwest Indian tribes and was rented out for occasions such as this. We were searched when we got on the bus and again when we got on the boat. Any and all alcohol was confiscated and those found with it were not allowed to continue on the trip. We were told the Island recreation facilities included a large ballroom in which there would be a live Rock and Roll band. There was a bowling alley, a swimming pool, and a game room where there were card tables and Las Vegas style gambling, (no real money, just script we could turn in for prizes) and pinball machines. Remember this was 1963. Drugs were virtually unheard of, except for rumors of pot smoking. HIV, Aids, Herpes, Cancer and many other diseases we accept as commonplace today were unheard of at that time. There were about two hundred graduating seniors on the trip. Joe, my best friend and I were looking forward to getting drunk and having a good time. Yea, I know how did we get the alcohol? There were several chaperones on the trip to look after things. These included parents, teachers, and others. Joe's girlfriend's mother was one of the chaperones and she had promised to bring our libation with her. It seems as though plenty of liquor found its way on to the island, as no one seemed to be going without. Joe and I wondered around for a while till we found Karen, his girlfriend's mother. She gave us the bottle of Jack Daniels that she had brought for us. Joe's girlfriend was unable to attend the senior class graduation party, as she was only a junior. We wondered off too proceed to get totally drunk. A funny thing happened; I decided to stay sober. After thinking it over, I had decided that there would be more opportunities if I were not drunk and was more aware of what was happening. I didn't mention my decision to Joe. We wondered around for a while just checking things out and seeing who was hooking up with who. There were some interesting parings that surprised us. For example there was Becky, one of the social elite had hooked with Tony, one of the biggest hoods in our class. This guy was a big time greaser and gear head, really below Becky's social status. He was also a very good friend of Joe's and mine. Guess that tells you where we were coming from. After about an hour things were beginning to happen. The dance hall and the Los Vegas gambling were the two main attractions. Joe and I decided to go into the dance. Our chances of hooking up might be better there. In the dance it was not well lit, you know mood setting. I lost track of Joe. I danced with several girls, but wasn't able to get to close to them. There was one, Lynn, a cute small blonde that I had dated once during the last year. Nothing had really happened on our date and we hadn't gone out again. We danced fast a couple of times and then some slow numbers were played. I held her tight as we barely moved on the dance floor. She had had a few drinks and was feeling a little loose. I planned to take advantage of this if possible. I know, not an honorable thing to do, but what can you expect from a teenager with a bad case of raging hormones. As we danced, or should I be more descriptive swayed to the music, I let my hands slide down to caress the cheeks of her ass, while I kissed her neck. She didn't object and seemed to like this. We danced another number like this and I raised one hand up to her side and let the edge of my thumb brush against the side of her breast. I could feel her bra and for me this was exciting. With my other hand I continued to caress her ass. I could tell she was wearing a panty girdle. This was a common garment in those days and I hated them. They were damned near impossible to get inside of and removing them was a bitch. I thought of them as the chastity belt of the 1960's. I kissed her on the lips a few times and she returned my adorations. Yea, this might work out. It was getting warm in the dance hall and she said that she wanted to go outside and get some air and cool off. This was fine with me. We went outside to a park like area and sat on the grass. A nice moonlit view of Puget Sound, the warm night air and the smell of lush grass all added to the moment. She laid back and was looking up at the stars; I decided it was time to attack. I leaned over and kissed her. She returned my kiss with a slightly open mouth and the tip of her tongue. We kissed and played tongue tag for a few moments. I moved my hand and held her waist. She turned slightly toward me and put her hand on my chest. This was going pretty well. I moved my hand up and cupped her breast. They were small, just a hand full and it was difficult to feel them through her blouse and bra. I slipped and few buttons loose on the blouse and slipped my hand inside her bra. I cupped her small pert breast and felt the pencil eraser sized nipples with my fingers. She responded by kissing me more passionately. I continued to do this for a little while. I could feel her nipple becoming more stimulated, not larger, but harder. I removed my hand from her breast and moved it down to her stomach and massaged down her abdomen to her pubis, she spread her legs slightly and I rubbed her sex through her skirt, panty griddle and underwear. I don't know what she felt, but I didn't feel a fucking thing. There were just too many layers of thick material. I decided to enhance the feeling by sliding my hand under her skirt and up her thigh to the bottom of the leg of her panty girdle. As I tried to slip my finger under the leg of the girdle she abruptly sat up, closed he legs and asked, "What do you think you're doing, I'm not that kind of girl. What are you some kind of pervert!" With that she quickly got up, rearranged her skirt, buttoned up her blouse and ran back in to the dance. Left me setting on the grass by my self with a raging hard on. Well so much for that action. I got up and went off in search of another girl. There were plenty there and I wasn't going to give up. In the gambling room I ran into Joe and he was trying to hook up with Gloria, a cute little brunette that was a good friend of his girlfriend. I didn't think that that was a good idea, but didn't tell Joe that. I left them and continued looking around. I saw Tina standing off by her self and decided to go and talk to her. Tina Maria was a passionate Italian girl with raven black hair and a beautiful olive complexion. She had a very slim figure and over sized breasts for her body. I said hi and she returned my greeting with a smile. We talked for a few minutes and I asked her if she would like to go into the dance room and dance. She said yes, that would be fun. We went in to where the band was paying and began dancing. A couple of fast ones then a couple of slow ones. I held her close and felt those large breasts of her pressed against my chest and thought that she had pressed her pubs against my thigh a couple of times. She seemed to be enjoying my company. We danced three more fast numbers and were getting quite warm. She suggested going outside to cool off. This was great. We walked outside and down to the pier where the boat was tied up that had brought us to the island. We leaned on the dock rail and watched the phosphoresce of the water in the moonlight. I put my arm around her and held her tight. She responded by turning toward me a giving me a big kiss. This was cool, very cool. We held each other in a tight embrace as we continued to kiss. I felt her large breasts and nipples pressing into my chest and my hard on was firmly lodged against her abdomen. She wasn't pulling back. I slid my hand up between us and was caressing her breast when Ralph, her ex-boyfriend hit me in the side of the head. I went down dazed. Ralph grabbed Tina by the arm and forced her behind him. I got up slowly trying to regain my senses when Ralph swung at me again. I ducked and the blow glanced harmlessly off my shoulder. I took my shot as he finished his unconnected swing and landed a good hard left hand straight punch to his nose. I felt the gristle of his nose crunch as I connected. I hit him a second time with my right in the jaw and he was definitely in pain and dazed. I hit him three more time before he went down. I was just getting ready to put the leather to him when Tina jumped on me yelling for me to stop. "You're hurting him, stop. Please stop!" she yelled at me. Ok, that's what I intended to do, hurt the fucker. I relaxed and she turned to minister concern and care to Ralph. I guess he wasn't as much an ex as I thought he was. I just walked off back up the dance hall with out saying a work. I found a restroom and wet a hand towel to put on my cheekbone to prevent some swelling. I went back outside to sit and hold the cold hand towel on my cheekbone for a while. It hurt, but not to badly. I had been hit harder than that in the past. I wasn't giving up. I went back into the dance to scout around and see what else I could find. There was Alice standing with a group of her girl friends. She had been in two of my classes this last year and had always seemed friendly. I asked her to dance and she accepted. We danced a couple of fast dances and then a slow one came on. I held her tight as we swayed to the music. I slid my hand up to feel the side of her breast. I no more than touched it when she backed up and slapped me hard across the face and backed a way. She turned and stomped off back to her girlfriends. Damn that stung. She could really swing. Well, I guess that ended that attempt. This wasn't turning out at all liked I hoped it would. I decided to go over to the bowling alley to see what was going on over there. I grabbed a soda on my way in and took a seat to drink my Pepsi and watch. The alley was pretty full and I had a good view of a number of girls as they were bowling. I love tight asses and there were a number of girls showing off theirs as they attempted to roll that heavy bowling ball down the lanes. About the time I had finished my Pepsi, John, another friend of mine called to me to join the group he was with. Sounded like a good idea and so I went to get some shoes and a ball. We bowled two sets and I was doing pretty good for an amateur, breaking 200 on my second game. There was one girl in the group that seemed to take an interest in me. I didn't know her well, just knew who she was. Her name was Lisa. She was an average sized girl with a pretty face and a nice figure, nothing outstanding just nice. We talked as we bowled and she seemed very friendly. Laughing at my lame jokes and giving me smiles and winks. When we had finished our second game she suggested that we get something to drink and sit and watch for a while. I grabbed us a couple of cokes and we took seats behind the bowlers. We made small talk and laughed at the antics of our friends trying to bowl. I noticed that while we talked she had placed her hand on my thigh. I didn't mind at all, in fact I looked at it as a good sign. When we had finished our sodas I suggested that we go for a walk outside. She seemed delighted with the idea, jumping up, grabbing my hand and pulling me outside. We held hands as we walked along a path next to the bowling alley toward a wooded area. As we entered the woods we came to a widened portion of the path we were walking on the contained a picnic table. We stopped her and I took her in my arms and kissed her. She returned my kiss and we were immediately in the throws of lust. We were hugging, kissing, and running our hands all over each other's bodies. I soon got her blouse unbuttoned and was feeling her bare breast under her bra. She had her hands inside my shirt and was rubbing my chest. She moved one hand down to my hard cock in my jeans and was rubbing it through the material. This was progressing well. I moved her back against the picnic table and laid her down on it. I raised her skirt, spread her legs apart and buried my face in her hot wet pussy. Her underwear were soaked and the aroma aroused me even more. I pulled her underwear aside and began to lick and kiss her bare pussy lips. She climaxed almost immediately. I straightened up and undid my belt buckle and zipper and dropped my pants and shorts. As I approached her with my erect dick ready to plunge it into her she yelped and sat up and pulled her skirt down. "I can't do this, I thought I could, but I can't. I have to go!" and with that she jumped up and ran back down the path toward the dance hall. Damn did I feel like a fool? Standing there with a raging hard on, my jeans around my ankles, all by my self. Oh well what the fuck. I pulled up my clothes tucked in my shirt and went back to the bowling alley. At the far end of the lounge area of the bowling alley there were two pool tables. There were a couple of people playing on one table, but the other was open. I selected a cue, racked the balls and started shooting. I was about half way through my second rack when I heard a voice behind me. " Would you like some company?" It was Karen. I got her a cue and reracked the balls. We began to play some eight ball. She asked if I had seen Joe lately. I told her no, I didn't know where he was. I had never really notice Karen before, but she was a good-looking woman, about 35, shapely and firm. Nice sized breasts, a very good figure and an ass to kill for. She wore a white cotton scoop necked blouse and a full blue cotton skirt. Whenever she leaned over the shoot I could see down her blouse to her bra encased breasts. A very enticing sight indeed. When she would bend over to shoot and I was behind her I noticed her near perfectly shaped ass. I was enjoying the game of pool with her. She asked me how thing were going for me tonight. I told her not for shit and left it at that. She approached me and took hold of my chin. First turning my face one way to see where I had been slapped and then the other where the swelling of a bruise were beginning to show from where Ralph had hit me. "I heard there was fight down on the dock where the boat is, do you know anything about it? She asked. I didn't say anything. "It seems as though Ralph Anastone got his ass kick pretty good. Somebody broke his nose. What do you know about that? She asked again. Karen had always been nice to me and I trusted her so I told her what happened. She just shook her head. "What about the slap mark on the other side of you face?" she inquired. So I told her about how that happened. She smiled at that one. I was on a roll so I told her about every thing that had happened to me so far that night. By the time I had finished telling her she was laughing so hard that she could hardly stand. I didn't think that it was all that funny, not at all. But if you looked at from her perspective I guess there was some humor in it. Once she regained her composure she took me by the arm and lead me out of the bowling alley. She led me around behind the bowling alley to a concrete covered patio area that had tables, chairs and lounge chairs set up. I had no idea what she was going to do. When we were well inside this area full, enshrouded in the dark, she turned to me, put her arms around me and kissed me soundly on the lips. Was I surprised? "How would you like a real woman to take care of you rather than a silly girl?" She whispered in my ear. "I'd like that a lot," I answered, "Are you volunteering?" Her answer was to hold me tight and kiss me passionately. We stood there kissing, hugging and touching each other for a while. Was she hot! I never imagined Karen like this, especially with me. She had my shirt off with out my even being aware of it. I slipped out of my shoes and she did also. I pulled her blouse over her head and dropped on top of my shirt. Next she removed my jeans and shorts. I was standing there naked before he with my raging hard on at attention for her. She undid her skirt and let it fall and stepped out of it. We embraced and kissed some more exploring each other with our tongues. She pushed me back on to one of chase lounges. She removed her bra and panties before she straddled me. It was rather dark and I could not visually make out her body that well, She straddled me on the lounge chair and my hands found her body to be magnificent. Her breasts were firm and ample, with nipples the size of raspberries. I mouthed and suckled them. I felt her nipples get even more erect. I ran my hand down her taught body to her small waist. Her abdomen felt smooth and hard to my touch. I ran my hands further down onto her thighs. This woman had a fantastic body. I moved my hand around the front of her and caressed the whole of the pubic are. It was covered with a downy soft hair that was silky to the touch. Further down I felt her wet labia and commenced to feel those sweet lips. I slid one and then two finger inside of her and began to stroke. She responded by moving her hips to and fro to enhance the feeling. She put her hand down and began rubbing her clit. She was becoming very aroused, as was I. She moved away and went down on me. As I felt her hand grip my hard cock and then her lips touch the head and then take it in I almost lost control. She sucked on my dick while tonguing the under side of it. I didn't want to come yet; I wanted this to last forever. After a brief period of this I pulled her up and exchanged positions with her. I went down on her. As I approached her hot wet vagina the aroma of her sex stimulated me even more. I put my mouth on her hot sex and began sucking and tonguing her for all I was worth. She really liked this and thrust her hips into me as I put my tongue deep into her and tongued the inside of her vagina. I moved up to uncover her clit and stroke it with my tongue before sucking on it hard. Her response was to hold my head tighter in with her hands and thighs. Her climax came so hard and fast that it surprised me. Her body tensed and quivered, her thighs clamped my head in place ands I could feel her vaginal juices literally squirting out on to my chin. It was magnificent. I had never experienced anything like this before. As her orgasm subsided she pulled me up so that she could kiss me and taste her fluids on my face. She licked my face clean and held me tight. She reached down to my still hard cock and rubbed the head along her labia lips. Slowly she inserted the head and little by little took all of it inside her. I began to move in and out of her trying to keep the rhythm slow. She began to move to me. I put my mouth on one of her breasts and began sucking on her nipple, biting it occasionally tenderly. She began to move her hips faster. I matched her stroke for stroke. I had been hard for what seemed like all evening and I was ready to cum. I could feel the pressure building and my cock growing extremely stiff. When I finally erupted inside of her she came again just after I had started to shoot my load inside of her. It was the hardest, best orgasm I ever experienced. As it subsided I collapsed on to her chest. I could hear and feel her heavy breathing and her heart racing. We lay like this while we regained our composure. I felt my softening dick slip out of her. She embraced me and we kissed deeply. No words were spoken. what was there to say that we hadn't already expressed physically. We got up and dressed. Once we were dressed she gave me another hug and asked if it was ok. I assured her that everything was perfect. She smiled and said "Happy Graduation," as she stuffed her panties into my pocket. I felt so very lucky! Just My Luck It had been one of those days. I had had a nightmare at work, fluffed things up with the girl I was trying to pull at the café where I eat my lunch, been balled out by my boss in the afternoon, and now my phone had run out of credit so I couldn't call my mate to tell him I'd be late to meet him that evening. I decided to go for a drink near my office and drown my sorrows on my own instead. I had not been there long when I caught site of three, devastatingly attractive ladies, all quite voluptuous, full curves and ripe flesh, laughing and giggling together in a booth at the back of the bar. One was blonde, one brunette and the other a deliciously-toned caramel-coloured black woman. They caught me looking in their direction, but instead of scowling or averting their gaze, they accepted my glances with what seemed like good humour, and continued to laugh and giggle amongst themselves, nodding and glinting back at me. With what courage I know not (I am not normally so forward), I got up and approached them, smiling as best I could, and offered to buy a round of drinks. They accepted politely, proffering me a vacant chair, and I signalled the waiter for a jug of whatever cocktail they fancied. With a large pot of 'Screaming multiple orgasm' sat between us, they proceeded to take a keen interest in everything about me. I talked happily (and stupidly) in response to their questions, answering what my work comprised and what my name was, and how my day had been, while they nodded and shook their heads in earnest, responding apparently sincerely with sympathy or jollity at all the appropriate places, and getting me steadily more drunk as the evening wore on. Despite the unusual occasion (or perhaps because of it!), I don't recall ever asking what their names were, or anything else about them, but somehow this rudeness on my part went unremarked, and they kept egging me on with interested questions and affectionate giggles and pats. Increasingly, as we became more inebriated, they became more tactile. At a certain point, I don't know not what time exactly (I was now thoroughly tipsy), we decided to leave the bar and make our way back to their place; they claimed to be staying in a smart hotel nearby in the centre of the city. We ambled somewhat raucously through the West End lights and crowds, arms about each other's shoulders, laughing and singing merrily, and no doubt drawing all kinds of gazes, till we got to their hotel; an upmarket establishment down towards Mayfair. Once in their room they lost no time but shoved me backwards onto the bedstead and proceeded to remove my clothing. I laughed, drunkenly, offering little resistance, and very quickly the brunette, who was probably the oldest of the three - say, mid-thirties -stripped herself off and clambered on top of me. She was strong and lithe, not too tall, but full figured with firm, rounded flesh, large D-cup tits and creamy soft skin. Her nipples were huge and dark, pinky-brown, and stood up tall and fat atop the two large dollops of milky flesh that formed her breasts. Her lips were the same dark brown-pink, swollen in an evocative pout, and her eyes were a deep blue-green. My cock was already throbbing (it had been half the way home!), and she lowered herself onto it expertly, gripping my waste with her strong thighs and riding me rampantly, jockying raucously up and down and squealing joyously, her two big tits flouncing buoyantly in great triumphant bounds. Meanwhile, the other two women had also removed their clothes—which I had not noticed; a thought which sobered me up a little as it suddenly dawned on me the semi-helplessness of my situation should these three, clearly strong and able women, suddenly turn and decide to do something untoward. But no such purpose apparently possessed them, and the blonde one, perhaps the youngest at twenty-odd, skinny and pert, lowered herself down with her knees about my head and shoved her pussy in my face. Instantly my tongue shot up into it and began lapping hungrily, as if suddenly possessed of a mind of its own, while the black women came and stood over the blonde girl, cupping her head tenderly in her palms and bringing the girl's mouth tenderly into contact with her labia. Between the blonde girl's licks and thrusts, then, I could see the black women's deep brown eyes staring down at me and smiling, her two generous tits jiggling gently back and forth to the rhythms of the blonde girl's motions, as she licked and lapped her tongue at the dark pink clitoris and the black woman ran her fingers tenderly through her short blonde bob. Before I knew it I was ejaculating violently. The eruption was quite against my will, as if I was magically abstracted somehow from the sensations of my own body, and had been unaware all along of the orgasm steadily mounting inside of me. I looked down somewhat apologetically, but the three women took it entirely in their stride, dismounting me and uncoupling themselves and rearranging positions so that now my torso was cradled lovingly in the arms of the brunette woman, one hand tenderly stroking my hair while the other supported my back, in which position she offered her big hard nipples to my mouth. I took them hungrily, greedily, enjoying the salty taste of the blonde girl's quim still on my tongue, as I wrapped it around those two fat boobies, sucking and slurping at them noisily. The black girl now knelt on the bed behind the brunette woman, massaging her shoulder affectionately with one hand while reaching down to grip and tug softly away on my penis, soon working me back up to capacity. Momentarily, the blonde girl disappeared. After a short while I began to be quite hypnotised by the delicate action of the black woman's fingers on my swollen member, stroking and teasing the length of my shaft and gently squeezing my balls. The taste and sensation of the two large titties bouncing around my face and mouth, periodically obscuring my view, alongside the uncanny sensation of those two sets of eyes enveloping me in their beguiling depths, while all the time the two women emitted soothing coos, as if lulling a baby to sleep, sent me into a kind of trance. All of a sudden, however, I was roused from this stupor by the return of the blonde girl to the room. The two women now released me and instructed me to get on all fours on the bedspread. I did as I was told—why wouldn't I, given how things had worked out so far?—while the brunette positioned herself on her knees alongside me, and began stroking my back consolingly, the way one strokes a horse as it is about to be branded. Suddenly, I felt something hard and rubbery nudging at my backside, and two hands, small but strong, upon my hips and buttocks. I looked behind me, first over my shoulder then down between my legs, to see the blond girl kneeling behind me, a realistically moulded strap-on protruding defiantly from her groin. It must have been lubed or something, because before I could object she was sliding it surely into my anus, pulling my hips toward her and thrusting slowly but persistently deep into my backside. The sensation was conflicting, to say the least, and no doubt the alcohol I had consumed took the edge off considerably—suffice to say I had never had anything like this done to me before! But after the initial pain the flow of pleasure that succeeded was intense to say the least! I could feel all the bumps and ridges of the fake penis within the walls of my back passage, which stretched around it and hugged it tightly, and just when I thought it could go no further she started pumping it in and out rhythmically, slapping my buttocks as if geeing up a pony and riding me well and truly from behind. What I sight I must have cut, kneeling on all fours and being fucked rigorously from behind by a lithe little blonde girl with a strap-on, while a busty brunette knelt at my midriff, stroking and soothing my back and whispering words of encouragement in my ear: 'That's it big boy, take it like a man. Let the dirty little bitch fuck you. Let her shove her big fat cock in you!' as I bucked and heaved obediently. Then, from the corner of my eye I caught sight of the black woman also returning to the room, making her way round to the foot of the bed where my head was, and now also equipped with another big strap-on. The effect of contrast that it wrought, with its pale beige colour against the warm caramel of her skin, was quite something, and as she came upon me she drew my chin up towards her with her fingers, and said warmly, 'Now baby, I want you to suck on my cock like a good little boy, ok, I want to fuck you in the mouth.' And with that, she gently forced her own fake member deep into my gullet. Well now, there wasn't much I could do but swallow it, with one big cock already pounding away behind me, and held firmly at the midriff by the brunette woman. And so, with each buck and slide of my body, I found myself being generously filled from both ends. The rubbery cock in my mouth was stiff but springy, not without a little give (it must have replicated the texture of a real erect penis quite accurately), and I began to discover it was not without pleasure to have something large and meaty in one's gullet, to suck and slurp on as one's anus was being resolutely pounded, stimulating one's g-spot so intensely. Just as I was really getting into it, however, taking each member fully into me as I reeled back and forth enthusiastically from one to the other, I felt the two heavy tits of the brunette woman sway teasingly across my back, and then her arm reaching over and under my body to take my own penis firmly in her soft, warm hand. She began masturbating me expertly. Holding the base of my shaft tightly in her tender fist, she tugged and jostled me rigorously; not quickly, mind, but surely all the same, so that I could feel my foreskin sliding delectably back and forth over my bulging bell-end, and my balls ache and pulse deliciously as they swung to and fro beneath me. All at once I found myself ejaculating furiously again, quite independently of my will, firing hot jets of semen one after another onto the bedspread beneath me, where it collected in a big pearly lake amid the ruffles of the silken bed linen. Again and again my throbbing erect penis seemed to shoot its warm sticky load onto the duvet, and with each spurt the orgasm resounded deeper into my body, reverberating ecstatically about my frame until I was hardly conscious any longer of the two simulated members ramming rigorously away at me from either direction. When at last my orgasm subsided, and the brunette woman had skilfully milked of me the last drop of jism, the black woman gently removed the fake cock from mouth and drew my chin up towards her again saying, 'You did good baby, you did real good', and tenderly patted my cheek. Meanwhile the blonde girl at my rear pumped me twice for the penultimate and final time, pushing deep inside of me as if simulating her own climax and ejaculation, and gripping my buttocks firmly, scratching my flesh as she did so. Then she seemed to flop over me slightly, spanking my rump a couple of times in appreciation, before slowly removing herself from my deliciously aching anus. My arse now contracted with another surprising sensation of sweetness, and I dropped my head on to my forearms in exhaustion, arching my back a little to stretch myself, while the brunette woman continued to stroke my back consolingly, and run her fingers through my hair. 'Now honey,' she said in a somewhat patronising tone, 'You've done very well. But who's going to clear up all this mess, hmm?' As I rose up my head she indicated the big pool of semen glistening on the bedspread, which glinted and swirled in the soft peachy light of the table lamps. The two other women stood with their hands on their hips, heads cocked to one side expectantly with affectionate little half-smiles decorating their lips, and their two fake members still standing miraculously erect, as if ready to go again at any time, not so much as a bead of sweat detected on their immaculate surfaces. 'Come on now, lick it up,' the brunette continued maternally, 'There's a good boy.' And she patted me on the rear. Without thinking, and with her soft hands caressing my back and guiding my neck gently downwards, I bent obediently towards the big puddle of spunk and put out my tongue...