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A Walk on the Wild Side

By: WillowPuss



It was our own stupid fault! If... what huge word that turns out to be... if we had not stayed for the 'last drink'; if I had not worn my 'slut' dress; if we had not taken that short cut through the woods... if only we had not stopped for that long lingering kiss just inside the tree line.

The evening started out as a fun time. Dave wanted to introduce me to his friends. To 'show me off' as he put it, and he chose my outfit accordingly. A skimpy dress that was low cut and gave glimpses of my ample breasts as I leant forward. The dress was hip hugging too, and split up the sides to allow for movement – and allow the tops of my stockings to be seen occasionally. His fellow rugby players loved it. I had always thought of rugby players as being big tough guys but soon realised my mistake. Sure, they were big built, but off the field, they were like overgrown puppies; gentle giants who blushed as soon as look at you.

The rugby dance went well, and we both had a great time, both getting a little tipsy as the evening wore on. When it finally came time to leave, Dave decided that he had far too much alcohol in his blood to drive safely so we would walk to the bus stop and catch the bus home, returning the next morning to collect the car. We set off walking, taking it slowly, as I couldn't stride out in my heels easily. The bus stop was a couple of miles away down a winding country lane – unless we cut the corner off by going through the woodland that edged the lane. I had agreed readily enough – we had been through the woods plenty of times when walking his dog, and there were small paths running all over it.

The thing is – it all looked so different in the dark. We had been walking for sometime and should have almost been at the other side, but still seemed to be right in the centre of the trees. I stopped for a while and leant down to rub one of my feet. Dave told me that he really fancied a good long kiss, and giggling, we moved off the path and found a nice big tree to lean against. I leant back and opened my arms to him. Soon we were kissing and running our hands up and down each others bodies, totally lost in each other and our rising passion.

The first realisation that we were no longer alone was when I felt my arms being dragged away from Dave's body and being pulled roughly behind the tree. I gave a startled scream and opened my eyes in time to see Dave being dragged off me by two huge men dressed in leather jackets. Dave began to try and fight the men off, but his struggles stopped as third man appeared, waving a knife that glinted in the moonlight. 

"What have we here? A right couple of beauties, and no mistake. Well boys, looks as if we are in for some real fun tonight – something for everyone here. OK you," he growled turning to Dave, "get them fancy clothes of yours off – and just in case you have any thoughts at all about not doing as you are told, Smokey over there has quite a way with a naked flame. Show him Smokey."

One of the men who had grabbed my wrists appeared from behind the tree and grabbed a handful of my long brown hear, flicked his lighter and began to play the ends of my hair in the flame. I screamed in pure terror and Dave began to tear his clothes off as if he was crazed. Once Dave was naked, Smokey snuffed out the wisps of my hair that were still smouldering and grinned. 

Men, walking around him and making comments about his flat stomach and nice tight bum, surrounded Dave. Joking that he was bound to be a virgin, and that was almost criminal at his age, but that could be fixed easily enough. This caused a hearty laugh from those gathered, which turned near hysterical as the leader took Dave's limp cock in his hand and held a blade up to it, sneering, "A little off the top, Sir? One inch or two."

I couldn't help but draw attention to myself as I let out a piercing scream to leave him alone. I soon wished I hadn't. With the leader still holding Dave's penis in his grip, the other men moved toward me. More knives appeared, flashing their menace in my face. I was told to be quiet and stand still. The terror that enveloped me meant I had no real choice, as my voice seemed to have deserted me. I flinched as a blade came ever closer and screwed my eyes tight closed. I had read somewhere that the pain from a knife cut was like a red hot line and I waited for the heat. None came, but instead I felt a cold chill wrap around me. I opened my eyes slowly and found the men standing there just looking at me. It was then I realised that my clothes had been cut from me. 

I was released from the tree and flexed my arms to get the blood flowing again. Dave was released at the same time and made a move toward me, which was abruptly cut off.

The leader began to speak again in his sneering voice, "Look mate, we are gonna have our fun. We ain't real fussy about who we have it with see? Either you take us or she does – it's your choice. Who is it to be?" 

Dave started to say something about over his dead body, and was promptly told that could be arranged too. Dave and I looked at each other, neither daring to speak, neither wanting the other to go through such an ordeal, but neither wanting to volunteer. Finally, the decision was made for us as I was roughly pulled away from Dave and the leader threw his boxers over to him and told him to take a hike. Dave hesitated but was sent sprawling by a rough shove from one of the men.

He began to walk away, yelling to me that he would fetch help. As I was being pulled to the ground I noticed two men melt away and tried to scream a warning, which was cut off by my own panties being shoved into my open mouth. A muffled yell and a piercing scream told me that Dave had not got far and I wondered at his fate. I wasn't able to spare Dave much thought as my legs were yanked apart and the first of the men thrust inside me. I was not prepared for the searing pain at being taken with no lubrication and my body stiffened.

Things began to get blurry after a while. I remember being flipped over and taken doggy style, huge hands squeezing my tits as he had his fun. Another time I was pulled to my feet and then bent double as another wanted to use my arse. I lost count of the times I was taken. I didn't remember being that many men, so they possibly used me more than once each. Eventually, I must have passed out, because my next conscious thought was flinching and flaying my arms about as pair of hands tried to sit me up. 

Then voices gradually invaded my head. Gentle voices telling me that it was all right; that I was safe. A blanket was placed round my shoulders and I was helped to stand. As memories of the night flooded back, I began to shake uncontrollably. A small pain in my arm made me gasp and then I was floating, only to find myself lying on a crisp white sheet, in a brightly lit, flower-filled room. Once the waiting nurse was sure I was awake, she went to the door and called my visitor in.

Dave limped in and gave me a lopsided smile. A few of his teeth were missing and his nose was misshapen where it had been broken. He came over to the bed and sat down painfully before scooping me into his arms and rocking me, telling me how sorry he was that he didn't save me. We were both in tears when the doctor made his rounds and told us how lucky we were. The wild men didn't usually leave their prey alive and able to talk. 

Now, if only we could remember what they looked like... IF is such a huge little word.

A Walk On The Wild Side



It all started innocently enough. My husband was out of town on business and Denise, a neighbor of ours, invited me to my first ever "girls only" lingerie party. While I didn't know her all that well, I did know that Denise had recently divorced her husband and had sort of a wild reputation around the neighborhood. Never-the-less, the invitation couldn't have come at a better time, I thought to myself as if trying to justify my desire to go. At the time, my husband John and I had been married just over two years and our sex life was at least from my perspective, becoming a little monotonous and dry. I attributed at least some of our problem to my husband's ultra conservative personality and his inability to talk about intimate issues. John was to say the least, very inhibited when it came to sex. Despite my many attempts to talk to him about our bedroom activities, he always somehow managed to either change or altogether avoid the subject. With my growing frustration over the intimate aspect of our relationship, I felt like I needed to take charge and do something. John's being out of town gave me the perfect opportunity to take the first step in trying to spice things up and I figured Denise's little party gave me the perfect opportunity to get started. 

Not that I was all that experienced when it came to sex. Having lived a sheltered childhood and a rather conservative adult life myself, my total sexual experience was to say the least limited in comparison to some of my girl friends. Prior to John, I had been with only one other guy, a boyfriend that I had in college and despite that short experience and my two-plus years with John, I had never had sex without a condom and had never achieved orgasm during intercourse. While I often wondered what it would feel like to experience the most intimate contact a woman can have with a man, I was not on the pill and John was adamant about not having kids for at least a few more years. I was going to have to wait awhile before that curiosity would be addressed; at least that was what I thought at the time.

As I prepared for my first ever lingerie party, I started to wonder what it was going to be like. Would we be able to try on different items and buy them there or would they have to be ordered? More importantly, how would John respond to me bringing such things into the house? While his response was at best, unpredictable, the thought of taking a step towards the wild side of life was very exciting and sensual to me. The more I thought about it, the more I liked the idea of going. By noon that day, I could hardly wait to get there. 

As the hour of 2PM drew nearer, I drove down to the vicinity of Denise's residence, parked a few doors down, walked back to the house and rang the doorbell. While I knew that I was in for at least somewhat of an adventure, my preconceived notion of what a lingerie party entailed severely underestimated the scene I was about enter. As I entered through the front corridor of the large and very attractive house, I was pleasantly surprised by the aroma of incense and the sound of one of my favorite "mind opening" tunes by Enigma. The house was immaculately clean, dimly lit and strategically decorated to create an erotic and to say the least, highly seductive atmosphere. Professionally prepared plates of finger foods were situated around the open and very spacious living room and a bar that was equipped to satisfy almost any beverage request was set up in the adjacent dining room. I would have never guessed. 

"Hello Tina and welcome to my party." You are actually my first guest" Denise said with a smile as I entered. "Thank you for coming."

"Feel free to make yourself at home. There's plenty of food in the living room and by all means, help yourself to anything you want from the bar."

"I still have some last minute work to do in the back setting up product displays and order books."

"I should be done in a few minutes."

"Would you do me big favor and watch the front door until I get back? "Sure," I replied somewhat nervously, suddenly feeling a little weird about being the first one there. With that, Denise once again smiled, turned around, and quickly disappeared into a back room down the hallway. 

With my sudden onset of nervousness, I graciously accepted the offer of a drink and poured myself a sizable glass of merlot before taking a seat on the living room couch. What I wasn't at all expecting to see as I sat down, were the hot steamy X-rated movies that were playing in silence on a big screen television positioned against the back of the front corridor. While I had heard about triple-X rated films, I had never seen one first hand. Initially shocked and perhaps even repulsed by the graphic nature of the film, to my surprise, it quickly captivated my full attention. What I couldn't believe were the fantastic bodies of some of the male actors and the almost unbelievable anatomic features that they sported, most notably those below the waist. Did they really exist in such proportions or was it all due to trick photography, I silently wondered to myself. Despite my initial shock and aversion to the film, I soon found that I couldn't take my eyes off the screen. To my complete surprise, as I watched the film, I even began to feel somewhat aroused. I couldn't believe it! 

After most, if not all of the guests had arrived and socialized in the reception areas for a short while, Denise began taking small groups back to tour the displays where they presumably selected and ordered what they wanted in a semi-private setting. As the first few groups proceeded to the displays, I sat in the living room, still completely amazed as to how professionally the party had been planned and the overall high caliber of the attendees. Gone in an instant were my grossly misconstrued images of a bunch of flip-flop wearing trailer trash sluts with grungy feet, sitting around a smoke-filled room flicking cigarette ashes into a beer can while they complained about their "old man's" inadequacies. These women were beautiful, well educated and influential members of the community and the party was to say the least very professionally planned and executed. To say that I was surprised would be an understatement.

After several small groups of attendees had gone into the back rooms and returned, I finally joined a group and proceeded into the first display room with Denise leading the way. As I suspected, the room contained an assortment of sexy lingerie that was sure to excite almost any heterosexual man, perhaps even my own dull witted husband. What I fully did not expect to see however, was the large selection of sex toys that included an assortment of vibrators, clit massagers and dongs, many of which had extremely realistic features and notably oversized dimensions. Upon seeing the spread of sex toys, I nearly forgot all about the lingerie. With the tantalizing effects of the film still very much with me and the alcohol melting my inhibitions, I picked up and handled one of the larger realistic dongs. The realistic feel and velvety smooth texture of the phallus was almost unbelievable. I still can't believe the intense animalistic response I experienced upon touching it. As I picked it up, I instinctively found myself wanting to stroke its impressive length while unsuccessfully attempting to encircle its girth with my fingers. In an instant, I felt my nipples tense in my bra as the sensation of wetness developed in my panties. "That's one of the company's most popular models, its supposed to be a molded from the real thing" Denise said suddenly, shattering my trance-like state as she looked at me with a telltale grin on her face, suggesting that she knew exactly what I had been thinking. "Yes, I bet it is", I replied sheepishly, trying to conceal my shock and embarrassment. 

The party, to my disappointment, was a very short lived event. It seemed like I had just gotten comfortable enough to socialize with some of the girls and it was over. After the crowd had thinned, I asked Denise to help me place an order and selected several items of sexy night ware. "Are you sure that's all you want?" Denise asked inquisitively. "This company's products are considered to be top of the line and their prices are very good."

"Yes I'm sure," I replied with a bit of reluctance in my voice. "My husband is very conservative and I don't think he would ever understand me wanting, or worse yet, spending money on any of this other stuff."

"To make matters worse, he's out of town for the next week so I couldn't ask him about it, even if I could muster up the courage." 

With that, Denise and I continued to talk intermittingly between the last few order placements and moments later, all of the other guests were gone. "Wow" Denise commented, "This group sure didn't hold anything back when it came to placing orders."

"I think this is the largest sale I have had since I started hosting these parties."

"Now unfortunately, is when the real work begins."

"I have to box-up all this stuff, take it over to the Fed-Ex office before they close, and then fax this big stack of paperwork to the company office." 

"Would you like some help," I asked, sensing distress in her voice. "I really don't have much else planned for the day and I appreciate your inviting me to the party."

"That's very kind of you," Denise replied. "I'll make it worth your while if you'll stay and help me get all of this stuff packed up and out of here." Not quite sure what she meant, I hesitated momentarily. In seeing my apprehension, Denise quickly responded, "As one of the perks for holding these parties, I am allowed to keep all of the DVDs and three display items of my choice."

"I have been doing this for a while and have pretty much everything I want."

"Go ahead and pick any three items and take any of the DVDs you want."

"That way, your hubby can't get upset about you spending money and won't even know what you have unless you tell him."

"Just don't forget to write down the display item stock numbers so that I can account for them" 

With that invitation, I was suddenly like a kid in a candy store. Without a moment of hesitation, I picked up a wand-shaped vibrator with an assortment of red jelly-like sleeves, a vibrating egg, and of course the realistic cock and balls that I had handled in the first display room. I couldn't believe how wild and exciting it made me feel. With my heart pounding, I quickly placed my selections in a paper shopping bag, wrote down the numbers and proceeded to pack the remainder of the inventory into the metallic transport cases. As we got ready to take the cases outside, I picked up several randomly selected DVDs and added them to what I jokingly called my "taboo collection of contraband."

"Here, take a sample pack too," Denise said as she tossed me a box containing a dozen soft plastic packets of scented personal lubricant, "I probably have enough of these things around here to supply an army." 

With the packing, document faxing and clean-up complete, Denise and I finally loaded the containers into her car. "Thank you again for your help," she said, "I don't think I would have made it out of here in time without you."

"Since your hubbies away, how would you like to join me for a drink later, my treat?"

"It's the least I can do for all of your help." Feeling a sudden kinship with my new friend and wanting very much to visit with her further, I graciously accepted the offer. "Great," she replied with a smile, "I will pick you up about eight." With that, Denise drove into town and I headed home with my new secrete bag of goodies. I felt like a kid sneaking their first pack of cigarettes into their parent's house. The whole experience was to say the least exhilarating. 

Upon entering the privacy of my home, I quickly headed into my bedroom and poured the contents of my bag onto the bed to survey and admire its contents. While I had serious doubts that I would ever have the courage to actually use any of them, the shear excitement of secretly having sex toys in my possession was a real turn on for me. As I handled and played with each of the items, my attention once again focused on the large realistic dong. As I picked it up in my hands, I found myself almost instantly infatuated with its great size and velvety soft texture. The flared head was very realistic in appearance and sat upon a thick semi-rigid shaft that I guessed to be nearly eight inches long and at least 2 inches in diameter. Although I would never even dream of attempting to take something that large between my legs, the act of handling it and fantasizing about what it may feel like aroused me like nothing else. I still cannot believe the absolutely profound effect it had on my body. Once it had it in my hands, it was difficult for me to put it down. As the time drew close to 7 PM, I finally forced myself to wrap it and the other items in cloth bag, carefully conceal them in my nightstand drawer and proceeded to get ready for my first girls night out with my new friend.

In preparation for my little night on the town, I poured myself a relaxing bubble bath and selected an outfit from my wardrobe. Stripping off my clothes and getting into the warm comfy water, I looked down at the bush between my legs and suddenly got the wild idea to trim it like the ones I had seen on the girls in the movie. Gathering up a pair of barber's shears, a razor and some shaving crème, I soon had my black mound trimmed and sculpted into a thin and very sexy looking V-shaped patch. As I lay back in the tub admiring my work and thinking about the days events, I once again found myself feeling somewhat aroused. Running my hand down my body and onto my now lubricated pussy, I eased a finger between my lips and for the first time in a long while, messaged my sensitive and very much engorged clit. 

Fantasizing about some of the more juicy scenes in the movie and what one of those large "naked" cocks would feel like between my legs, the ominous signs of an impending orgasm quickly developed within me, causing my body to shake uncontrollably in pure unadulterated pleasure. As my orgasm reached a peak and rapidly subsided, I stretched back in the tub in complete relaxation. I couldn't believe how renewed I felt. I was like a new person, a younger and far more adventurous person than I had been in a long while. What I remained oblivious to as I laid there in the comfort of my tub, were that the overwhelmingly seductive effects of Denise's party had successfully penetrated the invisible shell of conservancy that I held tightly around me and tickled the concealed part of my inner soul that held my wildest fantasies. As I succumbed to the carefully nursed erotic atmosphere, I had unknowingly crossed an imperceptible border with a one way door. There would be no turning back and little did I know, my life was never going to be the same. 

After resting in the comfort of my tub for several more minutes, I finally got out, dried myself and proceeded to get dressed for my outing. To get started on my little make over, I pulled a pair of pink bikini briefs up my naked legs and over my freshly trimmed beaver, pausing momentarily to look at myself in a full-length mirror. I had been active in an intense aerobics program for over a year and my body was well toned and in excellent shape. My 32 B-cup tits had a nice perky appearance, my stomach was flat, and my recent sun bathing had given me beautiful tan. Being proud of my accomplishments, I decided to wear an outfit that showed off at least some of body that I worked so hard to attain. The skirt I selected was somewhat short, exposing the lower third of my shapely thighs. The top was rather low cut and showed a large portion of my tan cleavage, shoulders and back. I decided to curl and style my dark brown shoulder length hair and spent a good deal of time to insure that it looked just right. With my makeup complete, I splashed on a little of my favorite perfume and was ready to go. I had no sooner set my perfume bottle down on the counter when I heard a car pull into the driveway and honk the horn several times. Moving quickly, I slipped on a pair of pumps, grabbed up my purse and eagerly headed out the door in anticipation of a good time and I hopefully some deep conversation with my new friend.

Although I hadn't lived in the area very long and had never been out to any of the local clubs, I immediately recognized the establishment that Denise drove to as one that was advertised as being a very popular singles nightclub. Being a Saturday night, there were a lot of cars in the parking lot and the place appeared quite lively. Not really expecting her to take me to a "pick-up joint", I felt instant apprehension about going inside. As if she saw right through me, Denise suddenly turned to me and said "Don't worry," this is great place and we won't stay long if you don't want too." Despite my initial apprehension, I followed Denise into the club and to my surprise, quickly got into the exciting and very energetic atmosphere. 

The club looked very much like what I expected. There were lots of tables and booths situated around the dimly lit room with a large and nicely designed dance floor at the front of the layout. Denise, demonstrating obvious familiarity with the place, quickly selected a booth and ordered us a round of drinks. As we sipped our drinks, Denise and I almost instantly entered into an interesting conversation about the party and her recent life changes. She told me that her relationship with her husband had slowly deteriorated after she had a brief affair with another man. "Sex had become almost non-existent, and when it did happen, it completely lacked passion."

"I just couldn't take it any more," she said. "While I do become lonely sometimes, I really enjoy the single life and plan to stay with it," she added. As much as I wanted to discuss the recent deterioration in my and John's bedroom relationship, I couldn't. Despite my wanting to talk about it, I just couldn't muster up the courage to talk about our private lives much less the intimate details of our sex life.

Feeling a little anxious and uncomfortable over our subject matter and my inability to address my problems with my friend, I rapidly finished my drink and ordered another. Without John or the responsibility of having to drive, I could drink, loosen up and enjoy myself for a change. Just as we began to discuss Denise's recent dating escapades, our conversation was suddenly interrupted by the approach of a tall dark headed man who obviously knew her. Without a second of hesitation, Denise quickly turned to me and said "be right back" as she jumped up to join him on the dance floor. In an instant, she was dancing the night away, leaving me alone with my thoughts and my margarita. I had no sooner got into my drink and my private assessment of her relationship with the guy on the dance floor when I was suddenly interrupted by a gentle tap on my bare shoulder. 

As I turned around, I found myself looking into the crotch of a guy that I immediately recognized from my health club. Being nicely tanned, over six feet tall, well muscled and very good looking, he unknowingly held the distinction of being "the hunk of the club" with the ladies I worked out with. With his nicely sculpted body, good looks and his tight clothes leaving little to the imagination, he was a frequent object of my group's attention, including my own. 

"Hello," he said to me with a smile. "Would you like to dance?" Stunned by his sudden and unannounced approach, I hesitated for a second, feeling a little guilty about wanting very much to get on the floor. "Come on" he said teasingly, "It'll be fun, I won't bite, I promise." With my strong desire to dance, his persistence, good looks and good wits quickly won out and I got up from my chair to accept his offer. There wouldn't be any harm in a quick dance, I thought to myself, as if trying to justify my actions. 




A Walk On The Wild Side



"How have you been," he asked inquisitively, indicating that he recognized me. "My name is Mark and yours is..." The sudden shock of being asked to dance by the hunk of the health club and the effects of alcohol caused me to blush and draw a blank for a second. "Tina", I replied sheepishly, trying to conceal blush and schoolgirl-like reaction. With that he smiled, reached out, gently took my hand and led me towards the dance floor. "Do you come here often?" he asked as we walked hand in hand like a pair of high school sweethearts. "No" I replied as I turned towards him, looking into his beautiful blue eyes, "this is my first time." 

As we arrived on the floor, I was relieved that our somewhat strained conversation had finally come to an end. Mark and I had danced through the remainder of the first song and completely through another when the lights suddenly dimmed and the DJ mixed in a nice slow sexy number. "Would you like to stay out here," he asked, gently taking me into his arms but maintaining a respectful distance. Not really wanting to sit down, I replied with a very unsteady "yes" as a lump formed in my throat and I felt another tinge of guilt course through my body. As Mark drew me towards him for the dance, he gave me a gentle hug and a kiss on the lips before nestling me in close to his muscular body. I don't think I had ever felt so well protected, safe and wanted in my entire life. I secretly wished that the song would last forever.

After the song ended, Mark and I walked back towards the booth individually and arrived there just as Denise and her friend sat together on the other side. After our brief introductions we all sat together, danced, talked and drank on into the night as if we were old friends. After finishing off another potent margarita, I finally felt the telltale signs of a good buzz coming on, causing me to become increasingly less inhibited than my normal self when I suddenly felt Mark reach over and place his hand on my left thigh. While initially shocked by his forward gesture, the warm sensation of his hand felt good and with the booze working in his favor, I didn't resist. As luck would have it though, just as I found myself getting used to his touch, the lights suddenly dimmed for another slow song and Mark stood up, asking me to join him for another dance. 

Getting up from my seat, I placed my hand in his and we once again headed onto the dance floor. Upon our arrival, Mark once again took me into his arms and we danced very close this time. As we danced, I could feel Mark's warm breath on my neck as he pressed his muscular body tightly up against me. A jolt of electricity shot up my spine as I felt him start kissing the side of my neck, gently drawing a fold of my ultra-sensitive skin between his lips. As Mark gently kissed his way over my cheek and up to my mouth, he gently planted his lips directly onto mine. Instinctively, I closed my eyes and parted my lips to accept his probing tongue and we engaged what I can easily call the most passionate and erotic French kiss I had ever experienced. The effects it had on me were to say the least almost unbelievable. In an instant, the ominous sensation of wetness developed in my panties as my nipples pushed firmly into my bra. I couldn't believe my reaction. 

As we ended our kiss, Mark drew me tightly into him, causing my erect and very sensitive nipples to push into his chest while the huge bulge in his pants gently kneaded my damp crotch. In feeling him press up against me, I instinctively reciprocated, grinding my pelvis into him as the heat and wetness between my legs became increasingly evident. I couldn't believe how my body was responding to the touch of this stranger. Thank god that the song ended when it did or I don't know what would have happened next. 

It was upon the end of the song and our walk back to the table when the reality of what was happening hit me like a cold slap in the face. What the hell was I doing? I was happily married. If John ever caught on to the fact that I was here kissing another man, my marriage would be over in an instant. As much as I enjoyed being there flirting with Mark, I knew I had better leave before things got further out of control or someone that knew us saw me. I had to get out of there and soon. The only problem was that I was not quite sure how to do it without making a spectacle of myself. 

Shortly after arriving back at the table, I secretly devised an escape plan that I put into action by excusing myself to go to the bathroom. After waiting for a several minutes, I found a pay phone, placed a call to my cell, and quickly headed back to the table. Moments after my return, my ringer went off and although somewhat tipsy, I was able to stage an emergency situation that required me to leave at once. I'm sorry to have to break up such a good time, but I really have to go," I said, hoping that Denise, being the only one who knew that I didn't have a vehicle, would take the hint and offer to drive me home. 

My plan worked like a charm. "Tina and I rode here together," Denise said in response to my query, "I will run her home and come back, it shouldn't take me long." As much as I wanted to stay and hated lying to my new friends, I definitely felt like my little white lie had taken me out of a potentially bad situation. As Denise got up from her chair to drive me home, the feeling of relief instantly began coursing through my veins until it was stopped dead when Mark suddenly asked, "Can I call you sometime?" I hesitated. Since Denise was definitely coming back, if I said no or gave him a phony number, I would loose all credibility with my new friends. To make matters worse, Mark was a member of my health club and I wanted to stay on good terms with him. "Sure", I replied nervously as I handed him the number to my personal cell phone. Thinking that he had probably seen the rings on my left hand, I was sure that he would never call it anyway. With that, Denise and I said our goodbyes and headed out of the club. As we approached my house, I thanked her profusely for both the invitation and her offer to drive me home. "It was my pleasure," she replied. "We'll have to do it again some time."

"Thank you once again for all of your help today."

Once in the safety and privacy of my own home, I poured myself another drink, kicked back, turned on the TV, and began thinking over the day's events. I couldn't believe how excitable and responsive my body was to the touch of another man; even if he was the "hunk" of my health club. As my thoughts turned once again to the dance and the juicy details of what had happened, my concentration was shattered by the ringing my cell phone. I almost jumped out my seat when I heard Mark's voice on the other end. 

"Hello Tina, I'm sorry to bother you but Denise and her friend just took off and when I was cleaning up the table, I found a set of car keys. Is there any chance that they are yours?"

"I also was also a little concerned about how fast you left." Were you able to take care of your emergency?"

"I sure hope I didn't do anything to offend you, if I did, I'm sorry." I was shocked and didn't know what to say. He obviously saw through my phony plan and yet was giving me another chance. "Just a second" I replied, trying to rid myself of the huge lump that formed in my throat while I checked my purse for my keys. Sure enough, my car keys were missing. "Yes," I replied, "My keys are missing and I was able to handle my problem. "As for your second inquiry, you didn't offend me."

"I very much enjoyed dancing with and would like to do it again sometime."

"I would too," he quickly replied. "Would you like me to bring your keys out to you?" he asked politely. I suddenly felt the lump in my throat grow larger as my knees weakened beneath me. In the privacy of my house, we could do anything we wanted and no one would know, I thought to myself in a sinister context. While my body was saying yes, yes, yes, my better judgment was saying no. I was torn and didn't know how to respond. Finally deciding that I really needed my keys, I replied "yes" in an unsteady tone of voice. With that, I gave him directions and hung up. 

While I felt a touch of guilt over my actions, the implications of what I had just done made me hot! Even though I knew in my heart that I would never let things go to far, I quickly ran around the house as if getting ready for my first date, making sure that everything was neat and in order. Thinking that I would get myself turned on and maybe try out some of my new toys after he left, I even ran up into my bed room and lit the two scented candles I kept on the headboard. As a final expression of my new found sexual freedom, I reached in my husband's dresser drawer, withdrew a condom and placed it on my nightstand. Although I was certain that I would never allow things far enough for me to need it, I found the act so arousing that I experienced a small but totally spontaneous orgasm. With my final touches in place, I headed down stairs and eagerly awaited Mark's arrival. 

After waiting for approximately 15 agonizing minutes, I finally heard a car pull into my drive and a door slam shut. Seconds later, my doorbell rang and with my heart pounding in anticipation, I answered. "Come on in," I said with a smile as I opened the door. "Thank you for taking the time to bring me my keys"

"I wouldn't have been able to do much without them" I said jokingly. "Can I offer you a night cap for your trouble?"

"Sure, I'd love one," he replied. "Have a seat," I said, gesturing towards the couch while I went into the kitchen to pour a glass of bourbon 

As Mark and I sat on the couch and discussed the evening and our plans to use the gym the next day, we for unknown reasons maintained a respectable distance between us. Obviously becoming a little uncomfortable and eager to leave, Mark quickly finished his drink, placed the empty glass on my table and said, "It's getting late, I better get going."

"Thank you for the drink and the wonderful time tonight. I really had fun."

"I did too," I replied, as I got up and followed him towards the door. 

As Mark reached the door, I said "be careful driving home" and as soon as he turned around to respond, I reached out to give him a good-bye hug. As we released our hug, I looked up, our eyes met and in an instant, we were once again engaged a passionate kiss. As our tongues mingled, my inhibitions completely melted away and the hot passion I experienced on the dance floor returned with a vengeance. Gone were the thoughts of my husband and my everyday conservative life. I was hot, horny and completely out of control. As I momentarily withdrew my lips away from his, I took the final plunge off the deep end. With my knees weakening, heart pounding and pussy becoming wetter at the mere thought of it, I whispered the question "Would you like to spend the night?" 

Before Mark could even respond, our lips met once again. As our kiss continued into what seemed to be an eternity, our hands instinctively began to explore each other's bodies; his gestures and body language clearly conveying to me that he had accepted my offer. As he gently caressed my back and butt cheeks with his large sexy hands, I reached up, and slowly undid the buttons of his shirt, running my fingers through his thick chest hair. Working my hand down across his well defined stomach muscles and down onto his jeans, I paused for a second before running it down further over the rapidly growing bulge in his pants. As I gently stroked his stiff member through the course material, the reality of what I was doing hit me. I had crossed the line that bordered the point of no return into my first-ever adulterous affair. As we broke our kiss, I looked up and saw Mark looking down at me. Consumed by fiery lust, I took his hand in mine and led him towards my bedroom. Perhaps setting that condom on my night stand wasn't such an outlandish gesture after all.

Upon entering the bedroom, Mark and I immediately engaged in another intense kiss as he rubbed the large bulge in his pants against my sopping wet crotch. As he broke off our kiss, Mark reached down under my top, slowly working his hands up to my waiting tits. Wanting to give him better access, I pulled the top up over my head and off my arms, tossing it onto the floor behind me. Reaching out to me, Mark undid the front clasp of my bra and slowly slid the straps off of my shoulders. My body shuddered with excitement when I suddenly felt the cool air on my now naked torso as I stood there with my tits exposed to a man other than my husband for the first time since I had gotten married. The mere thought of what we were going to do made me tremble with desire. 

Taking my half naked body into his arms, Mark gently kissed his way down my neck, slowly working his way down towards the swell of my chest. Taking my left nipple between his teeth, Mark began swirling his tongue around it while he fondled and massaged my right breast with his muscular hand. With my breathing and heart rate quickening in response to his touch, I slumped backwards, attempting to give him better access to my sensitive nipples. As I closed my eyes and leaned back, I finally felt Mark slowly reach up under my skirt. My body began to quiver as I felt his fingers work their way up my inner thigh and contact the exterior surface of my panties. As his hand made contact with the thin material that covered the most intimate part of my body, I felt his fingers push up against me and then move over to the side, eventually working their way under my panties and making direct contact with my sopping wet beaver. A soft passionate moan escaped my lips as I felt one of his large fingers slip between my inner lips and enter my waiting vagina, slowly working its way deeper and deeper into me. I was in ecstasy.

In my heated lust, I reached out to the top of Mark's jeans, undid the single button and lowered the zipper. With his assistance, I lowered his pants below his knees and he stepped out of them, leaving only a thin pair of bikini briefs covering what I had been longing for all night. Wanting to keep up the momentum, I slide my hand under the elastic waistband and pushed down, dropping the briefs to his knees and unleashing my prize. I gasped at the sight of it. Mark's cock was considerably longer and thicker than any I had ever seen. The sight of the widely flared purple head and long smooth prominently veined shaft drove me wild. Underneath his huge member was a perfect pair of large heavy balls. Setting on the bed in front of him, I reached out and took the long heavy shaft into my hands, gently caressing its impressive 9 inch length. I couldn't believe its tremendous girth. It was every bit as thick if not thicker than the dong I had gotten from the party. Encircling as much of its diameter that I could with one of my seemingly dainty hands, I slowly stroked and caressed it from base to head. I couldn't believe its feel and how absolutely turned on I became upon seeing and touching it. 

After several minutes of fondling what was easily the most impressive cock I had ever laid my eyes on, I watched in complete fascination as tiny beads of precum suddenly appeared on the purplish head. As if hypnotized by its sight and slippery feel, I pushed the hot tip to my left breast and relished in the sensation of the warm slippery manly fluid as it flowed onto and coated the surface my nipple. Finally taking the plunge into another area of unknown territory, I slowly directed his impressive tool to my mouth for my first ever taste of what my pussy had craved since the first time I had made love. As my lips made contact with the tip, I instinctively opened my mouth taking in as much of the flared head that I could without choking while I swirled my tongue over the tip and around the flared rim. Suddenly and without warning, I felt it pulsate and my startle response caused me to pull back slightly just as a jet of hot fluid shot from the tip, coating my lips as it ran down onto my chin. In complete lust, I looked up at Mark as I slowly and sensuously licked my lips and swallowed, savoring the unique salty taste and slippery texture. I couldn't believe how hot it made me feel. I almost came just thinking about it. 

Standing up from the edge of the bed, I slowly undid my dress and let it drop to the floor while my panties grew increasingly wet and transparent. As Mark gently pulled me forward for another kiss, he slowly slid his hands down my sides, hooking the waistband of my panties and gently pulling them down to the level of my central thighs. As our kiss ended, I brought my legs together slightly and worked my panties down to my ankles. As I stepped out of them, I stood naked in front of a man other than my husband for the first time since I had walked down the aisle; a man that I hardly knew and almost unbelievably, a man that I was going to have sex with in my marital bed. No words can describe how completely erotic it felt we began to lean towards the bed as if directed by some unseen force. . 

As we settled on the bed, Mark picked me up slightly and directed my naked body onto the cool surface of the bedspread. Straddling my tummy with his arms, he leaned forward and starting at my belly button, gently kissed his way up my body as he slowly lowered himself on top of me. With my last bit of common sense, I reached out to my nightstand for the condom but before I could retrieve it, the fiery lust within me stopped my hand short. Withdrawing my hand from the nightstand and placing it back on Mark's shoulder, I spread my legs wide in anticipation of the experience of my life. If was going to do this, I thought to myself, I was going all the way. 

As Mark lowered himself onto me and slid his torso forward, he gently brought his lips to mine. My body shuddered in excitement as I felt the hot tip of his uncovered cock on my belly while our tongues sensuously mingled and we further explored each others bodies. At the conclusion of our kiss, Mark raised-up ever so slightly and began kissing his way back down my body, trailing the tip of his magnificent cock across my belly as he went. The sensation was to say the least incredible. I couldn't wait to feel it between my legs.

Jolts of lustful energy shot through my body as his cock finally made contact with its target and I felt for the first time, the intense heat emanating from its naked head as it pressed up against me. As Mark bent down and gently took one of my hard nipples between his teeth, he pushed forward ever so slightly, causing the tip of his cock to ease its way in between my inner lips. I gasped in pleasure as I felt the tip of his hot velvety soft head slide over my engorged and ultra sensitive clit. As Mark inched his torso downward, the contour of my body magically guided the tip of his thick member to my most intimate opening and before I could react, I felt him push gently inward. In an instant, I felt a wave of intense pressure build between my legs as the massive head began to push its way into my tight vagina; quickly telling me that this was far more than my untrained body was ready to handle. As if sensing my discomfort, Mark held still for a minute while the muscles surrounding my vaginal opening stretched to accommodate his girth. 

To my delight, within a few seconds, my opening began to dilate and the sensation of pressure quickly gave way to a feeling of fullness like I had never before experienced. Over what seemed to be an eternity, Mark very slowly worked his thick member deeper and deeper into me, stretching me as if I were a virgin. Each time I became accustomed to the girth and loosened up, he would gently push forward, slowly sinking more and more of the massive organ into my hot tunnel. Words can't describe the intense pleasure I experienced as I lay there, knowing that there was still more to go. It was nothing short of incredible. 




A Walk On The Wild Side



With his cock buried about half way in me, I felt Mark withdraw slightly and then push forward a little more aggressively. A loud moan escaped my lips as I felt several more inches slide into me and the hot naked tip began to push up against my cervix. With one more push forward, I finally felt his large heavy balls seat themselves against my crotch. I had taken it all. I couldn't believe it. It felt like he was all the way up to the level of my belly button. I laid back and closed my eyes in ecstasy, gently and very slowly pushing my pelvis upward against him as a series of soft moans escaped my lips. Never before in my life had I experienced such overwhelmingly satisfying warmth and fullness. I was in heaven.

After a few minutes of allowing me to further stretch and become accustomed to his full size, Mark began a slow rhythmic pattern of in and out trusting. Starting slowly, he gave me an internal message like no one else ever had, gradually increasing both the length and tempo of his powerful strokes. Within minutes, my body began to involuntarily shake and the tell tale signs of an impending orgasm rapidly welled up from deep inside me. I couldn't believe it. For the first time in my life, I was going to cum with a cock deep inside me. The experience was almost beyond description. 

The first orgasm I experienced with Mark was like nothing I had ever known. Unlike my normal clitoral orgasm, it built up in me slowly, but rapidly increased in intensity until it caused me to gasp in ecstasy as wave after wave of the most intense pleasure I had ever shot through my body. Mark held still as my body shuttered and I bucked my pelvis wildly upward against him. To say that it was incredible would be a gross understatement. I had to do it again! 

After allowing me to come down off my cloud, Mark resumed his pattern of thrusting and before I knew it, the full length of his manhood was moving in and out of my widely stretched and well-lubricated channel. As the intensity of our lovemaking continued to escalate, the room was flooded with the sounds of squeaking bed springs, the headboard banging against the wall and the sloppy wet sloshing sounds emanating from my crotch. Looking back, I am really surprise that my neighbors didn't hear us. Becoming more and more caught up in what I was doing, I rode Mark's cock like a whore, wildly thrusting my pelvis forward to meet every thrust as if trying to squeeze the last few centimeters of his length into me. As another orgasm began to build within me, I threw my legs around his, finally assuming a position that allowed him to go just a little deeper while giving me the leverage I needed to increase the vigor of my reciprocating pelvic thrusts. Obviously liking my change in position, Mark raised his torso up off of me and placed both of his hands on my tits while he ground into me with increasing vigor. After a few short minutes in that position, Mark suddenly began sensuously kneading my breasts with his large powerful hands as I felt his thick shaft begin to swell and pulsate inside me. He was going to cum! Instinctively, I dug my nails into his lower back and pulled him tightly against me. I was finally going to experience what I had always longed to feel.

"Oh God," I gasped as I suddenly felt him swell to massive proportions causing my vagina to clamp down tightly around his pulsating shaft as if trying to milk it for all it was worth. Caught up in the moment and completely out of control, I lustfully blurted out, "fuck me Mark, fill me with your cum." As if responding to my request, Mark suddenly push in hard, seating the tip of his cock tightly against my cervix as he let out an animalistic grunt and I felt the first wave of his hot thick manly fluid explode into me. The sensation was out of this world and easily surpassed my wildest ideas of what it was going feel like. The hot wet sensation of his warm sperm inside me instantly put me over the edge as the most explosive orgasm I had ever experienced erupted from the depths of my soul, quickly overtaking every muscle in my body and causing several loud involuntary moans and gasps to escape my lips. Pulling his body tightly against me in lustful ecstasy, my pelvis bucked wildly against him as I felt more and more of his warm sticky semen flow into my love tunnel, filling me beyond capacity until it overflowed and ran down into the crack of my butt. As I came down from what was easily the most intense orgasm I ever experienced in my life, I laid there and reveled in the sensation of the warm wet tingly feeling between my legs. I had finally gotten laid the way nature meant it to be!

As Mark pumped the last of his seed into my overflowing vagina, he collapsed in sheer exhaustion on top of me and we held each other tight. As we held each other, I opened my eyes slightly just as the rings on my left hand caught a ray of light as if serving as a subtle reminder of my indiscretion. I closed them in response as if not wanting to listen. Not now any way. Never before in my life had I felt so alive, wanted and most importantly, satisfied. Nothing was going to detract from my absolutely incredible experience. 

As Mark and I separated from our romantic embrace, we cuddled under the covers in a spoon-like fashion with him facing my back. As I laid there in the comfort of our embrace, I suddenly became aware of Mark's softened but still comparatively long cock pressing gently against the base of my butt. Inching my self forward, I opened my thighs slightly, allowing it to slip right into the little diamond-shaped channel between my uppermost thighs and nestled it up against my hot slippery crotch as if claiming ownership. Although he was fast asleep, I felt his magnificent organ stiffen slightly in response to my touch. As I lay there enjoying the warm sensation of Mark's cock against my pussy, I suddenly felt a few drops of his thick residual cum emerge from the tip and fall onto my thigh. Running my fingers through the slick fluid, I brought my hand to my mouth for a little taste. He won't be sleeping for long, I thought to myself as I placed my cum covered fingers in my mouth and swallowed. 

What I also realized as I lay there was that I would probably never again be satisfied by a less intense bedroom performance than the one I had just experienced. Whether I outright accepted it or not, my little venture to the wild side of life had transformed me into an addict. Future rendezvous with Mark or perhaps even others were very likely going to be a part of my life. The main problem I faced now was how to manage things. Maintaining the best of both worlds was going to require some serious planning. 

Just a little note to my friends and fans: 

The story you just read is a real life event experienced and described to me by one of my friends. I guess the old adage "birds of feather flock together" is at least somewhat true!!! After hearing her almost unbelievably hot story, I just had to share it and encouraged her to work with me on writing it up for submission. Wanting very much to keep her anonymous for obvious reasons, we changed the names of those involved and submitted it under my account. I hope you found it as hot and exciting as I did.
 As for myself, I am happy to say that I am finally getting back to being my normal self. Since my last posting, I have endured some major life changes that forced me to move across the country and remain in seclusion for awhile. Now that I have adjusted to my new, and as you probably picked up from the story, single life, I hope to stay active in my writing. To get me started back into it, I spent a lot of time thinking about my past and have recently prepared an outline of some of my hottest and most memorable experiences. In the months ahead, I promise to continue working on writing up each of these stories to the best of my ability and submit them under the appropriate categories as they are completed. As usual, I look forward to seeing your ratings and reading your emails. It's great to be back!!! 

Denise XXX



A Walk on the Wild Side



Winston Bramblenook was your typical milquetoast. A seller of high quality, leather bound literary classics, his daily door to door grind rarely netted him any big sales. From month to month, his meager commission and almost as miniscule hourly wage were barely enough to pay his rent and the few small bills he accrued. His personal life was in even worse shape, and couldn't have been more boring if he was in a coma. Standing at a slightly above average five-ten, the brittle man weighed in at a mere hundred and thirty-eight pounds, sopping wet. If he lifted anything heavier than a box of cereal, his biceps would recoil instantly and grumble vehemently in protest.

Winston was a prudent man, very reasonable and of much more than average intelligence. He had a very large storehouse of common sense in his brainy skull, and he knew the score. He knew that if a woman wanted him, there was probably some ulterior motive, more than likely some foul scheme afoot. It wasn't that he was always a suspicious man, per se, but he was simply a realist. He was scrawny, of only average looks at best, and had nothing really to offer a woman...except his heart. And, sadly, very few women were willing to work their way past his ho-hum exterior to get to that beating gem. At least, that had been his experience.

This being the case, how he could've become entangled in the events I am about to relate, was well beyond his capacity to understand. How could he have allowed himself to become so enmeshed in such a fiasco? Had he been mad? Had his testicles suddenly become engorged with enough semen and hormones to cloud the brain he had always been so proud of? Sadly, he will never know the answers. Suffice it to say, Winston Bramblenook was just like any other man who hadn't had sex in quite some time. Backed up hormones can make thinking a daunting task and level-headed decision making all but impossible, even for a man with Winston's intellect. The poor fellow learned this the hard way.

Even before the unfortunate events took place, his choice of selling territory was not thoughtfully made. Even this decision was hormonally induced. True, it was a subconscious decision that Winston only partially realized was spurred on by recent, testosterone-laced memory, and he therefore couldn't be totally faulted for its unfortunate outcome. Nonetheless, it was a case of creaky, rusting gonads compelling the brain to do unwise things, and poor Winston paid the price. 

Thus goaded on by subconscious hormonal scheming, Winston found himself working the sector he himself had requested - to the shocked gasps of both his employer and coworkers - with his suitcase full of classic literature and unrealistic hopes of selling same. The scrawny man found himself wandering the darkened, dangerous, dockside streets of New York City. His boss and coworkers thought he'd either gone insane or had somehow recently acquired a death wish.

And just exactly why was he braving this questionable neighborhood, which callously chewed up men like Winston every night - as little more than a light evening snack - when the darkness crept in? It was because of a woman - and, of course, Winston's clogged sexual plumbing. The object of his carnal affections was none other than the delicious and devious Veronica Van Meers, whom he'd only seen from afar one day as he oversaw the loading of a shipment of books onto a freighter bound for Europe. 

The said delectable Ms Van Meers sat on the balcony of her third floor apartment, her long, shapely legs resting comfortably on the wrought iron railing surrounding it. For a woman living in a dockside flat, she was stunningly accoutered in a skin tight black dress - sinfully slitted halfway up her thigh on the right side - succulently clinging fishnet hose and black spike heels that had glistened in the midday sun. Her richly shining, midnight black hair had been up in an elegant bun, showing off her beautiful face. Her eyes were dark and mysterious, but totally inviting. Her lush lips seemed to beckon to Winston, even as her tongue licked them to keep a constant shine on them.

As she lounged back comfortably on her balcony with her legs up, Winston had caught a brief glimpse well up her thigh. He'd blushed, feeling that he'd somehow deflowered the woman. And he'd instantly gotten an erection... which Veronica noticed with a wicked laugh.

As he oversaw the loading of the books, he constantly stole glances of Veronica, all the while sweating nervously and trying to stand in such a way as to see both the dockside cranes and Veronica, while not letting anyone see the bulge in his pants. But the more Winston tried to hide his erection, the more Veronica noticed it, and the more she laughed - and wholeheartedly encouraged that sign of arousal. In fact, to add to his predicament, she purposely spread her legs atop the railing, slipping forward on her lounge chair, bending one leg at the knee, allowing the book salesman an unfettered view up her dress. To Winston's increased fidgeting nervousness - and utter delight - Veronica wore fishnet pantyhose, but no panties. Even from the distance he was from her, Winston could see Veronica's most intimate treasure. Not only was she flaunting it at him, but even the sun seemed to be helping him to view its seductive details, for that fiery globe was at just the right angle to not only shine directly up her thighs, but also to reflect off the railing, as if purposely lighting up that treat for his delighted eyes.

As she watched Winston stare up her dress and self-consciously try to cover his telltale bulge, she chuckled openly and puffed seductively on a cigarette that was comfortably seated in a long, black holder. She seemed so regal, so high society, and yet she brazenly flashed him as he tried with increasing difficulty to concentrate on his job. A royal slut, that's what his mind had somehow labeled her as. But, whether she was a whore or a debutante, she was still way out of his league. He had no doubt of that. So, at the time, he'd just enjoyed the view. What else was there to do? But, when his job was done, and it was time for him to head back to the office for more wares to sell, Veronica waved to him, spreading her legs a bit wider apart, bending BOTH legs at the knees, giving him his best view yet. She then kissed her fingertips, put them down between her legs and briefly tapped them against her exposed sex, and then blew that double kiss - from both pairs of shiny lips - at Winston. He was so aroused he could barely walk. Nonetheless, he tried to keep his composure. He even nodded and smiled up at her as he turned to leave. As he walked away - difficult as that was - he could hear her cruel laughter.

To be sure, this entire encounter never once CONSCIOUSLY entered his thoughts as he wandered down to the docks on the misty night of the most unfortunate incident. But, why else would any sane man brave those rough streets, selling books of all things, and wearing a suit no less?! And how is it poor Winston skipped over most of the flats in the area, making only half-hearted attempts at salesmanship at those apartments he did stop at, as if he were in a hurry and didn't really want to make a sale at all? And why did he stop at every single apartment on the third floor on the dock side of that one particular building? Surely it was a map and a plan clandestinely doled out to his totally oblivious brain by the testosterone trapped in his genitals. His sexual psyche had its own agenda, and was merely putting Winston through his usual bookselling motions before leading him to the real purpose of this nocturnal escapade. And that was, of course, sex...hopefully with the aforementioned delectable Ms Van Meers.

Winston received two death threats, had six doors slammed in his face, was flashed by an eighty year old woman sucking on a stogie, and was propositioned by the ugliest transvestite he'd ever seen, before he came to the door that his sexual subconscious had been leading him to the entire time. All those other doors were just to ease his conscience, to give him the false sense that he truly was trying to sell books in this neighborhood. But now, his hormones had him where they wanted him. Win or lose, his nether region was gearing up for a night of hot, sweaty, nasty tum-bumping ecstasy!

With his heart pounding in his chest, Winston nervously adjusted his tie, took several deep breaths, and rapped lightly on the wooden door before him with trembling knuckles. In the back of his brain, several years worth of congealed testosterone prayed Veronica was home. Even if all she did was laugh in his face, just seeing her up close would provide fodder for many fantasy adventures with her for years to come. Besides which, he'd have proven something to himself. At least he'd TRIED. He could ask no more of himself. 

Winston vaguely remembered seeing a light coming from her window, so his hopes were high of at least seeing the lovely Ms Van Meers again, regardless of the outcome. However, all of this might be moot anyway, for there was no answer to his knock. He rapped again, sweat beginning to pop from thousands of pores all over his body. When there was no response to the second knock, his groin started to go back into shutdown mode, and Winston sighed, preparing to leave.

Suddenly, the door flew open. There stood Veronica, in the tightest white blouse and shortest red skirt Winston had ever seen. The sheer, mocha hose she wore were so gossamer as to be almost nonexistent, and her red stiletto heels made her tower a good two inches over the breathless salesman. She puffed on her cigarette holder, smiling at Winston. She laughed a short, quick laugh, during which she exhaled the smoke that was in her lungs. Then she puffed on the holder again, bent down, and blew the smoke into Winston's face. As he tried to keep from coughing, Veronica said calmly, "It's about time you showed up. I thought you'd never get here. Come in, book man, let's see what you have for me. When I see what you've got, I'll show you a few things of my own." Her grin alone gave him a rock-hard chubby.  

Veronica's hand shot out at Winston, her long, slim fingers wrapping themselves around his tie. With a tug much stronger than might be expected from such a picture of femininity, those fingers yanked the wide-eyed salesman through the doorway and into the sultry vixen's apartment. As she whirled about with the astonished Winston in tow, one of her legs kicked out behind her - almost as if it had been a well-practiced move - and efficiently slammed the door shut. Winston heard a lock click, and was suddenly unsure if that was a good thing or not. 

Veronica continued walking deeper into her flat, dragging Winston behind her like a helpless rag doll, his surprised feet stumbling along trying to catch up with his captive head.

"I knew you'd come back," Veronica said, still dragging Winston through her apartment, "they always do."

Winston stumbled and bumbled along behind her as she steered him briskly through her home. Rooms passed to his right and left at a rate of speed much too high for him to focus on what those rooms might actually contain. He caught glimpses of shelves, furniture, cabinetry and other recognizable items, but the velocity at which Veronica was dragging him did not lend itself to his identifying much more than that. Veronica was talking to him - between puffs on her slim cigarette holder - the entire time she was pulling him along, but the air rushing by his ears, the clomping of his own feet as he fought to keep his balance, and his concern about the uncomfortable tightness of his tie around his neck, all conspired to keep him from truly listening. Not to mention his choking and gasping as cigarette smoke attacked his nostrils and lungs. It all seemed a fascinating - if uncomfortable and possibly fatal - blur to him.

Without warning, Veronica disappeared, and it was only when he felt himself being flung around a corner that he realized she'd simply made a sharp, sudden turn into the very last room of the apartment. When he'd stumbled around the corner after her, his arms flailing for a shot at elusive balance, she reappeared, still yammering away about something. Winston couldn't concentrate on the words, as he was too busy trying to keep his legs under him.

One of Veronica's brightly manicured hands flipped a light switch as she entered the room, but that act did nothing to slow her Winston-dragging advance into the middle of the room. Once in the center of that room, she simply stopped short, let go of the poor man's crumpled tie, and watched him stagger, stumble and fall past her, his momentum causing him to fly forward and down, crumpling into a gasping heap on the floor. When his understandably startled face crashed into the thick fibers of the carpet, his careening backside continued to sail forward, ultimately ending up at a higher elevation than his head...momentarily, anyway. It settled to the floor in its proper anatomical position, but not before the book man heard several vertebrae curse rather loudly.

Eventually, the disheveled Winston gathered himself up, shook the buzzing hornets out of his spinning noggin, and straightened his cockeyed suit jacket. After piecing himself back together - checking for missing or misaligned body parts - and forcing his brain to get its bearings, what he next saw made his loins quiver. 

Sitting on the floor, dusting himself off, he was looking directly at Veronica's Queen size bed, the wooden footboard of which was no more than three feet from his perspiring eyeballs. He got an instant boner at the thought of all the action that bed must've seen over the years, and immediately he started swallowing drool. Not only was he in her bedroom - which was erotic enough! - but his quivering pupils were actually given the honor of viewing Veronica's very own love nest! Where she lay at night, silky underthings clinging to her shapely curves. Or perhaps where she lay naked...possibly touching herself...yearning for a man like...him? Suddenly, the crotch of his pants became even tighter than the knot of his tie around his neck. The hormone factory between his legs had called back all essential personnel to begin working overtime!

"So, little book man," Veronica cooed, returning from the vanity at the far end of the room where she'd apparently just crushed out the remains of her cigarette, "you like looking up my dress, do you?" She walked in front of him - squeezing herself between his drooling eyes and the foot of her bed - and stood towering over him, her hands on her well-shaped hips. From his position on the floor, Winston could again see well up her thighs, and it was bringing back fond memories. He sighed wistfully before collecting himself enough to attempt speech.

"Uh..." he stammered, "forgive me...miss...uh...."

"Veronica," she replied, smiling down at him, "Veronica Van Meers. And who might you be, my little pussy peeper?"

"Oh, sorry," his speech again bumbled along, "I'm...I'm Winston Bramblenook, at your service." He started to get up, but Veronica stopped him, pressing the palm of one hand down gently but firmly on the top of his head. Winston hadn't expected the move, and the sudden stoppage of his attempted ascent forced a loud "Urk!" from his already choked throat.

"Stay," Veronica said quietly, "don't get up. Although," she added with a wicked smile, "getting up seems to be something you're quite good at, if I remember correctly...especially when you're peeking up women's dresses. In fact, you seem to be quite happy to see me even as we speak." She chuckled softly as she looked at the bulge in his crumpled pants.

Winston blushed instantly. "Uh...forgive me...I do apologize...for that, and...well...and that day a while back, too. You see...I was...well...I wasn't really...although I'm sure it APPEARED that....I was...well..." His hands rushed to loosen his choking tie. He needed air. He needed to swallow his nervousness, force it down into his stomach so he could breathe. But Veronica wouldn't let him. Not only did she stop him from untying his tie, but she even grabbed it again and gave another solid tug on it, again tightening it around his neck.

"Oh, yes, Winston," she continued, giving his tie short, quick jerks, "it most certainly did appear that you were looking up my dress. Furthermore, it appeared you were enjoying the view quite a bit. Please don't do me the disservice of denying it. You had an erection the size of a crowbar. A rather nice erection, if I remember correctly. Now, are you going to LIE and say you WEREN'T peeking up my dress?" She held his tie tightly wrapped around her clenched fist and, bending over, pulled his face close to hers. Her eyes said, "Lie to me and I'll stomp your balls under my red stiletto heels."

Winston flushed a brighter crimson still. His mind tried to concoct all sorts of lies as to what he was looking at that day - the railing, the reflecting sun, her balcony. He even thought of saying he was a collector of cigarette holders, but that sounded even more lame than the other lies. He fidgeted a bit, wiped sweat from his brow and cleared his throat, stalling tactics until his brain could come up with the right fib. Brave lad. He was almost willing to sacrifice his testicles to preserve his pride.

But then Winston decided that there was no real point in lying. She had him dead to rights, and she didn't look like the type who'd listen to lies and excuses. Besides, he'd come to her apartment in the hopes of...what?... having sex with her? If that was the case, why bother lying at all? What was the point of searching for sex, only to deny you wanted it when you chanced upon it? Wouldn't it make more sense to let her know how much he desired her? Shouldn't he tell her how much she'd turned him on? Hadn't she seen his erection anyway, and boldly flashed him until he couldn't walk straight? Hell, she seemed to know everything he was thinking anyway, so, what was the point? Maybe she WANTED sex, and she was just testing or teasing him. She DID say, "It's about time you got here," and "I thought you'd never arrive," and even said she had lots to show him. That sure sounded like SHE wanted sex, too! Unless Ms Van Meers was simply a cock tease, she was in the market for a hot night as much as he was.

By the time he'd ended his internal battle and decided upon a course of action, so had Veronica.

When Winston finally opened his mouth to speak again - even then not sure what words would come out - his eyes were already becoming privy to some erotically pertinent info. Veronica was no longer standing over him. His tie had been set free, though the knot still hugged his Adam's apple tightly. But the teasing vixen hadn't moved far. No, not at all. And she did indeed have much to show him.

Winston felt steam bubbling from around his eyeballs. His mouth dropped open and his tongue felt like sandpaper with talcum powder on it. He swallowed, true, but most of the moisture his mouth created was dribbling down his chin. The head of his penis was literally chewing at the back of his zipper. It wanted OUT!

Veronica sat before the poor, drooling idiot, grinning down at him even more wickedly than she had that glorious day on her balcony. And she was giving Winston the show of his life.

Leaning back on her elbows on the mattress, Veronica sat on the very edge of the bed with her body twisted to one side and one high-heeled foot balanced via the slim stiletto heel on the top of the footboard. The other leg she had somehow - in a way that would make a contortionist envious - splayed out a good distance in the opposite direction. If Winston had been wearing blinders, his eyes wouldn't have been more directly lured to that oh, so familiar view between Veronica's legs. And she was running true to form...pantyhose with no panties. 




A Walk on the Wild Side



As before, Veronica was giving Winston an eyeful. She was brazenly displaying her wares for the drooling book salesman to ogle at. The sheer mocha pantyhose had no reinforced crotch, just a microscopic reinforcement strip that wasn't even thick enough to obscure the moist slit between the pouting lips of Veronica's lovely flower. Oh, how Winston wanted to lick that reinforced strip, pressing his tongue on it hard enough to force it back into that inviting crevice, and then deeper still.

Veronica chuckled at Winston's round, bulging eyeballs. All the while he stared between her legs she moved her thighs hypnotically. Cruelly, she touched herself, her fingers tracing the length of the reinforced strip, then moving it aside slightly so they could caress what it tried vainly to hide. Winston watched this with his tongue hanging out, sitting on the floor, fighting for even an occasional normal breath.

"My," Veronica cooed, "I guess you do like staring up my skirt. I do so enjoy flashing. It's so...invigorating! You like what you see, book man?"

Winston blinked, trying to yank his eyes from the alluring sight before them. His ears were telling him that Veronica was speaking, but his brain was telling them to shut up, so he could gaze at the magic between Veronica's thighs. Needless to say, response to her question was impossible.

"You like my pretty pussy, Winston? You want to get a closer look, maybe even kiss it? Is that something you might enjoy?" 

Winston swallowed hard, his head swimming. Little sparks were zapping his temples from his misfiring brain. The room seemed to be tilting and twirling. Everything was hazy...except for that beautiful, pouting prize. It was crystal clear in his vision and in his mind. Every detail of it was - and would be forever - emblazoned in his memory. And those deliciously naughty words, that wicked suggestion from a woman he didn't even know, burrowed into his subconscious, to be replayed over and over again.

"Go on, Winston," Veronica said oh, so softly, knowing full well that a reply was beyond him at this point, "lean forward and give it a kiss. You want to, don't you?"

A small wet spot was forming on the sheer hose, and Winston's lips wanted to taste it. His eyes shot up quickly to Veronica's face, questioning. He couldn't believe she was seriously considering letting him get that close to her womanhood. Flaunting it was one thing, but letting him KISS it?! Yet, there it was, the silent, unspoken permission, the go-ahead, the green light.

Rising out of his sitting position and getting his legs and arms under him, he moved forward slowly on all fours toward that riveting magnet of feminine splendor. The closer he got to it, the more it seemed to invite him in. When he was close enough, Veronica put one hand on the back of his head and guided him forward.

"That's right," she said, "get in there and give it a kiss. If you give it the sweetest, most adorable kiss ever, maybe I'll let you do more than kiss it."

Winston's eyes were completely glazed over by the time his lips made contact with the silky nylon, pressing it back into the moistness behind it. Years of frustration and denial roared to the forefront of his sexual psyche, and he sighed loudly, pressing his face into that warm, moist area, moaning as he kissed the object of his desire. Over and over he shamelessly kissed Veronica's nylon-covered pussy. Looking down, Veronica thoroughly enjoyed the sight of this man planting kiss after adoring kiss between her legs. He was literally shivering with passion, and she was beginning to heat up a bit as well.

"Enough, now," she said sweetly after letting him go on for a bit, "stop kissing my pussy, Winston. That was lovely, but let's consider other possibilities, shall we?"

But Winston was in a zone now. He had his hands on her inner thighs, holding them apart, making sure they couldn't close off this tasty delight and ban his lips from entry. His face was barging relentlessly into that steamy treat, lips hungrily showing their affection for every inch of it. Nylon or no nylon, his lips had found something they were very reluctant to part with.

"I said STOP!" Vanessa shouted. In a blur of motion, she grabbed a handful of Winston's hair and tugged his head back. At the same time, she took her foot off the footboard and brought her thighs quickly together, catching Winston's neck between her knees. Then, snapping her legs out straight around his shoulders, in the blink of an eye she kicked off both stiletto heels. Her now silky-hosed bare feet then came back around and positioned themselves on the poor man's chest, giving him one final push back and away from her.

Poor Winston, eyes still glazed over, ended up sitting on the floor in front of her again, blinking both his surprise and his disappointment. Her feet remained on his chest, a barrier to any further attempted advances up her skirt. The salesman couldn't help but admire her shapely calves and thighs. Even his current position was closer than he'd been to a woman in quite some time, so though the main attraction had come to a screeching halt, he could at least enjoy the look and feel of those nylon-encased legs. How he would have enjoyed rubbing them, or licking all the way up them, from her ankles to her...main attraction.

"Really, Winston!" Veronica huffed, still trying to appear righteously offended, "When a lady tells a gentleman to stop kissing her pussy, the gentleman should stop IMMEDIATELY! What do you take me for...a tramp? I AM more than just a pussy for you to salivate over, you know. REALLY! Please try to control yourself!" She was playing with him, being teasingly melodramatic, but he was too stunned to notice.

Winston could only sit there and continue to blink. His lips had been on Nirvana, and when they were ripped away from it, his brain tissue had somehow dribbled out his ears and nostrils and was no longer able to govern his actions. He was pretty much just a huge glob of clay at that point. And a very disappointed glob of clay, to boot.

Then, suddenly, his eyelids went "Cha-ching! Cha-ching!" He hadn't noticed something before, because his eyes - and therefore his gonads - were transfixed by the mesmerizing enticement between Veronica's legs. But, with an inflating of his extremely pleased eyeballs, Winston finally noticed that minor little item he'd previously overlooked.

So busy had he been sniffing up Veronica's skirt, and nuzzling and smooching her pantyhosed crotch, that he missed yet another treat being broadcast for his pleasure. The tight, white blouse above the oh-so-short crimson skirt was about ninety percent unbuttoned. And the way Veronica was leaning forward on the footboard to scold him, her magnificent breasts had not only bolted free from any confinement whatsoever, but they were jiggling ever so sweetly from her every movement. Winston's pupils began darting to and fro, each one locked on an animated nipple, refusing to let either get out of his sight. 

When Veronica noticed Winston's nipple-locked, spastic eyes, she grinned from ear to ear. She stopped pretending to be incensed by his previous behavior, and converted to temptress again at warp speed. Now she began to purposely jiggle her chest, taking great amusement from Winston's seizing eyeballs.

"It's about time you noticed them," she said, cupping her breasts in her hands and fondling them for Winston's benefit. The book man's lower lip began to quiver ever so slightly. 

"They ARE lovely, aren't they, Winston?" she continued, licking the tips of her index fingers and circling them around and around her hardened nipples. Winston's eyes, protruding to their limits, threatened to explode from their sockets. But that only made Veronica jack up the heat all the more.

"Well, it's good to know you're not a one-dimensional man, Winston. It's nice to see you interested in something other than my pussy. I mean, after all, if I let you try to satisfy me, you'll have to be able to satisfy ALL of me. Or...would that be a problem?" She pinched her nipples gently, giggling when his pupils dilated in rapid response.

"No...no problem," Winston replied, having to force his tongue to form the words properly.

"Ahh, that's what I like to hear. So, Winston, do you just want to stare at me all night or would you like to do more?"

Winston half expected to wake from a dream. He forced his eyes off Veronica's mesmerizing chest. It wasn't easy, as she was still touching her breasts tantalizingly, teasing him with not the slightest hint of mercy in her heart. Still, he was able to enunciate quite clearly, if a bit brokenly, "More...would...certainly...be...nice."

"Really? And do you think you can please a woman like me?" As she spoke, she moved her feet from Winston's chest up to his shoulders. He didn't notice the move itself, but what came next he did notice, in a far off kind of way. Veronica started tickling his earlobes with her stockinged toes, stroking the sides of his neck with the silky nylon, wiggling her toes to tickle under his chin, all the while giving his bulging eyeballs a tempting breast feast. Just that quickly, poor Winston had become the very definition of "drooling idiot."

Nonetheless, something inside Winston was changing rapidly. Maybe it was pent up desires, backed up hormones. Maybe it was raging testosterone brought to a bubbling boil by Veronica's teasing ways. Or maybe he was realizing that he COULD be attractive to women! Nah, who was he kidding...his hormones were just backed up. And Veronica WAS teasing the shit out of him. If she kept it up, she was NOT going to escape this night un-ravaged! PERIOD...end of story! A man could only be teased so much before he'd have to take ACTION!

Just as Winston realized he was feeling quite manly, Veronica again moved her feet. She slipped her right foot under the neck-choking loop of his crumpled tie, inching her toes up higher and higher until she'd worked them just behind the knot. Once there, she flexed and wiggled her toes until she'd slithered all five of the little devils securely behind the knot, working determinedly to loosen the loop that circled his neck. So enraptured was Winston by Veronica's nipple-tweaking fingers, that he barely noticed her toes digging into the flesh of his neck as they carried out their clandestine duties.

Next, Veronica slid her other foot inside that loop, squeezing it in alongside the first. Now, flexing and wiggling her feet in unison, she worked them both forward and back and side to side until she managed to pull the tie farther and farther away from the salesman's throat, loosening the loop so efficiently that it finally sagged limply below his Adam's apple. Phase one complete, she noted with a grin.

After several minutes of stubborn manipulation, she managed to stretch the loop wide enough that one end of the tie finally slipped through the knot, and the tie no longer held his neck captive. She'd untied it with her feet. With an "Ahhhhhhh" of triumph, she then grabbed the center of the tie with her toes and held it up before Winston's eyes for him to see. Her triumphant foot was directly in front of his face, toes curled tightly around the limp tie, her long leg moving slowly from side to side like a stage hypnotist trying to mesmerize a glassy-eyed participant from the audience. Beyond that tick-tocking tie, Veronica's grinning face beamed both proudly, and mischievously. Winston's eyes, changing focal point from breasts to tie-capturing toes, mirrored the tick-tock movement of that victorious foot. And that, in turn, made Veronica's grin that much wider.

"Just one of my many talents," she said through her grin, "and if you play your cards right, I'll show you more."

Winston grinned a toothy grin in return. "Show me more," he said, "I promise to be good."

"My, my, Winston," she replied, "I do believe you're becoming somewhat randy. That grin on your face is positively lecherous!"

In response he simply said, "Show me more tricks, Veronica, and I'll show you 'randy'." Her wide smile of absolute approval had Winston believing in miracles.

Tossing the tie aside, Veronica again placed the soles of her feet on Winston's chest. But they did not remain there. She slowly slid them down his body until they'd reached the firm bulge between his crossed legs. Winston looked down, watching those stockinged feet move deliberately around that bulge.

"Why, what have we here?" Veronica cooed. "Is that for little old me?" With every passing second, her feet came closer and closer to the pup tent in Winston's pants. He was eager for contact, but decided to keep playing Veronica's game.

"All yours," he said, looking boldly into her eyes, his hormones churning more and more from moment to moment.

Her feet made contact. Impish toes played with the bloated head through the fabric of his pants. She stroked as much of his penis as she could through the pants, her eyes locked onto his. Then, just that quickly, her feet were gone from his screaming erection. But both Winston and Veronica looked at the straining bulge, and its pulsating state - even trapped as his penis was - was starkly obvious to anyone who could see. Winston blushed, but only a little. Veronica licked her lips.

Winston was just on the verge of bemoaning the loss of the stroking feet when Veronica again sat back on the bed, feet on the floor, but her legs rocking in and out, giving him quick glimpses between them. Her shoulders she had pushed back so far that her blouse had intentionally come wide open, causing her breasts to stare back at Winston like two huge eyeballs, the large pink nipples so hard he could have bitten them without the flesh yielding at all. Winston's eyes didn't know where to look first, and ended up settling for quick glimpses between Veronica's legs when the view was afforded, and then probing stares at her tits when it wasn't. Not exactly a bad predicament to be in, he thought to himself.

"Winston, dear," Veronica said in a husky, whispery voice, all the time watching his eyes dart from her pussy to her breasts, "if you would care to stand up, I can show you another trick I'm rather good at."

Winston wasn't sure if he could stand at that point or not. Most certainly, the very act of getting up off the floor would cause him a modicum of pain in his nether regions. And certain...adjustments...would need to be made as he rose in order to keep him from spraining his trapped erection. So, while he indeed rose, he did so gingerly, and with great care. Being able to straighten himself totally upright was a victory in itself, if an excruciatingly, tediously slow one. Veronica enjoyed herself immensely at Winston's expense.

When he finally stood straight - and more than a little proudly - before her, Veronica proceeded with her 'trick'. But first she informed him, "You're too far away. Come here, book man." Before Winston could move, Veronica slipped one foot between his legs, hooking her toes under and behind his crotch. Wiggling her toes just behind his pants-covered scrotum, she drew her foot back toward her, drawing Winston along with it, pulling him closer to her in her own inimitable way. He gave no resistance.

"Good," she said, "now I'll show you the trick. Watch this, and marvel at my dexterity."

She resumed wiggling her toes behind his scrotum...but that was just for fun. It had nothing to do with her trick. For that, she lifted her other foot off the floor and probed the front of Winston's pants. She slipped her toes beneath the over flap of his fly, gliding them along the teeth of the zipper until she found the pull tab. Even with stockings on, she was able to squeeze the tab between her first and second toes and grip it securely enough to pull it down, slowly opening Winston's fly. He watched with amusement...and more than a little excitement.

"Oh, Winston," Veronica said when the zipper was all the way down, "how boring. White boxers? You really have to spice up your taste in underwear. But, I suppose I'll have to overlook such things and get to the..." she grinned, "MEAT of the problem, won't I?"

With both feet working as a well-oiled team once again, she managed to unclasp the hook above his zipper in no time at all. Now, nothing stood between Veronica and Winston's throbbing cock but a flimsy pair of boxers. No contest at all. She grinned up at the blushing salesman and locked her eyes onto his. "Now," she licked her lips, "let's see what you have for me, shall we?"

Before Winston could have stopped her - if he'd even wanted to - Veronica's feet were again working between his legs. Miraculously, she managed to slip BOTH feet into the front slit of his boxers. Immediately, Winston felt those talented feet playing with his penis. Veronica laughed as her stockinged feet stroked and jiggled his pulsing cock. The tips of her toes had enormous fun tickling the bottom of his sack ever so lightly. While it was all maddening for poor Winston, his red-faced look of frustration had Veronica giggling with sadistic joy.

Then, in a move that Winston to this day can't remember feeling or seeing, Veronica's feet pulled that throbbing hardon right out of his boxers and into the glare of her brightly lit bedroom! Sure, Winston half expected that to happen, but not so quickly, and not without him even sensing it! It was like a magician's sudden, flamboyant illusion, where his "wand" suddenly appeared out of nowhere. He wasn't sure if he should ejaculate or applaud!

"Well, now," Veronica sighed, "not so bad, after all. Rather impressive for a book salesman, I must say." She looked briefly up at Winston's face, her eyes twinkling intensified interest. Then she again lowered her sight, eyeing that bobbing tool appreciatively for several long minutes, stroking it with her feet, feeling its firmness and its varied contours against her nylon-covered flesh. Then, the delicious sensations stopped for Winston, as she removed her feet from his pride and joy.

"I must have a closer look at this," she said, putting her feet back down onto the floor. Then she leaned forward on the footboard and brought her face close to Winston's erection. Her eyes took in every detail - it's thickness; it's length; the rough, muscled surface; the engorged veins; the gently bobbing helmet, which had already turned a lovely shade of pinkish purple; the kinky, curly hairs at its base. Then she reached out one hand and slipped it into the opened zipper area of Winston's pants, tugging downward to get a better look at his testicles. They were very attractive indeed, filling his scrotal sack quite admirably - though one could argue that this was due to the fact that they'd been so rarely emptied. So impressed was Veronica by those bloated storage units, that she took Winston's penis in her other hand and held it to one side so she could get a still better look.

"Very nice, Winston," she admitted, again looking up into his eyes, "very nice, indeed. Very lovely balls, sir." If he hadn't been concentrating on trying not to cum all over her hands, he'd have replied with a modest "thank you."

Still leaning forward on the bed, Veronica began fondling his sack. She reveled in the feel of those hairy globes, squeezing them gently and rolling them in her palm. With light fingers she traversed the entire circumference of his balls, gauging their full size and shape. Her fingers went all the way back behind them, enjoying the soft, yielding flesh and its firm, round prisoners. Subconsciously - or not - she began lightly stroking Winston's shaft with the fingers of her other hand.

Winston was getting woozy again. He started teetering precariously, his entire body experiencing little spasms of pleasure. Veronica noticed and looked up at him, thoroughly enjoying the look of ecstasy on his face. She stroked him a bit harder, teasing. She tickled his balls lightly, gently stroking the shallow ravine between them with the tip of one finger. Then she pulled out all the stops.




A Walk on the Wild Side



"Oh, Winston," she teased, "you just have to let me kiss this beautiful cock. Would you mind terribly if I just give it a few soft, gentle kisses? Fair's fair, now; I did let you kiss my pussy."

If Winston had tried to reply, he'd have either choked on his tongue or bitten it clean off. So he simply moaned his response.

"Oh, thank you, Winston," Veronica sighed, "you're so kind to let me put my lips on your lovely cock." Knowing the poor man was about to collapse, she proceeded anyway, keeping a constant vigil lest the man crumple to the floor, more than likely taking her with him. Regardless of the dangers, Veronica wanted to drive him still more toward that brink of insanity. So, she did exactly what she said she was going to do. 

She puckered her glossy lips and began kissing every inch of Winston's aching member.

Soft lips warmed his cock from the tiny slit at the tip to the tufts of curly hair at its base. He moaned and swayed, barely able to keep himself upright. Veronica purposely made loud cooing and lip-smacking noises as she smooched his happy penis, hoping the sound of her adoring lips would cause Winston still further sublime agony. It worked, all right, bringing a glistening drop of pre-cum peeking from his tiny slit.

But, just as quickly as it had started, the chubby-kissing stopped. It was a few moments before Winston realized this. He continued to sway and drool for several long moments after it had ended, his brain - having lost a good portion of its blood supply - unable to immediately pick up on the cessation of activity between his legs. When the realization hit home, his eyes opened wide, then blinked their surprise and disappointment. He groaned loudly in frustration. Veronica's eyes sparkled their twisted glee.

When a tottering Winston looked down at Veronica, hoping she was poised to resume kissing his cock, he saw her eyeing it curiously. Somehow, this made him wary. "What...?" was all Winston could come up with, verbally.

"Hmmm? What, dear?" Veronica mumbled, her head cocked to one side. "Oh, I was just wondering how long this lovely penis of yours is. It certainly seems above average, and I'd love to know it's length...just for my own curiosity."

"You...you're not going to measure it?" Winston pleaded, wanting her to get back to kissing it as soon as possible.

"Of course I am," she grinned, "but not the way you think. Not with a ruler, silly."

The look of confusion on Winston's still frustrated face was priceless. And, in truth, this was all part of Veronica's game to make him more and more frustrated by the second...especially AFTER she began measuring his tool.

"Would you mind if I put this lovely penis in my mouth, Winston? I'm a very good judge of a man's size just by putting his erect cock in my mouth. I'll bet I can tell you how long your cock is if you'll be kind enough to slip it into my mouth." Closing her eyes, she leaned forward a bit and opened her mouth wide, knowing exactly what Winston would be more than happy to do. He couldn't believe either his ears or his eyes, so he was slow to react, which, truth be told, was actually part of Veronica's wicked, devious plan.

That was when Winston's knees became jelly-like, and his legs wobbled. His eyes went glassy. Veronica couldn't see this, of course, but she sensed it, and laughed to herself. Poor Winston, so easily played. But, he did manage to say, between gasps, "Another...of...your...talents?"

"Exactly," Veronica laughed, opening her mouth wide again immediately after speaking to once again offer Winston his inviting target. She waited, laughing and calculating in her mind, challenging herself to intuitively know when he would finally act and try to plunge his tool home.

Just as Winston finally got his brain in gear and was about to put his penis into her open mouth, Veronica again frustrated him. She leaned back and spoke again, ending his forward penile lunge with his bobbing cock poking at empty air. "Now make sure you put it all the way in, Winston," she teased unmercifully, "It has to go all the way to the back of my throat, so I can properly judge its length. No, wait, here, let me do it. I know just how far it has to go."

Before Winston - ignoring her words and preparing for another stab at mouth-filling - could ready himself for another forward thrust, Veronica took matters into her own hands once more. She reached forward, cupped Winston's testicles in one palm, and then went right ahead and took his throbbing, erect muscle all the way into her mouth, grabbing it in her other hand and shoving it in so quickly that Winston's legs jerked from surprise. She moved her squeezing lips up and down the shaft briefly, moaning and sighing, her fingers fondling his dangling jewels the entire time. Then, keeping his pulsating shaft deep in her mouth, she made noises like, "hmmmmm" and "ummmm-hmmmmmm" and then nodded with conviction. 

"Very nice, Winston," she sighed, popping his cock out of her mouth, "it must be somewhere between eight and nine inches long. Let me suck it a little longer, and I can come up with a more exact number. Relax, this might take a few minutes." Again she circled her lips around his shaft and gobbled him deep.

Even under such brain-destroying circumstances, Winston seemed not to have lost his sense of humor. "Hey..." he forced from his throat, "take...all the...time...you need....Knock....yourself....out."

The "sizing" of Winston's cock took a good bit of time, to his unending glee. He stood there, swaying and watching pretty colors in his head, while Veronica's lips and tongue took stock of all the dimensions of his prime beef. His brain had become congealing rubber cement. Synapses refused to work. He was in la-la land, and he didn't have a care in the world, except whether or not he'd have an orgasm before Veronica stopped measuring his penis.

But, as was Veronica's habit, she again left poor Winston frustrated. She loved toying with him. She removed his cock from her mouth, under the pretext that it had been thoroughly measured, and left him once again high and dry. At least for the time being. He stood there, still swaying, frustrated yet again, his mind slowly recovering, though it didn't want to. Gritting his teeth, closing his eyes tightly, he groaned deep in the pit of his stomach and waited for Veronica's next move.

However, by the time his mind cleared, there was a new discovery to be made. Thankfully, stroking again commenced at his bobbing pole. He sighed. He smiled. He closed his eyes in ecstasy. But something was different. He felt warmth against his back. And something warm was also manipulating his buns. He looked down. Veronica was no longer there in front of him at all! She wasn't leaning over kissing his penis, licking it or orally sizing it; she wasn't grinning up at him while she gobbled him senseless. She was nowhere to be seen! But her hands were very much being felt! Slowly,reality came into focus.

"Looking for me, book man?" came hot words in his ear.

Turning his head to one side, he saw Veronica's leering face beside his own. At some point during his loss of mental acuity, she'd managed to stand up and move behind him. Clever maybe, and she did so with the silence of a stalking cat, but hardly anything to be amazed at. However, that was just the tip of the iceberg!

Veronica was now stroking him brazenly from her position standing directly behind him. Her other hand was the cause of the manipulating sensation on his backside. It was squeezing and fondling his cheeks with extreme interest. But, here's the part that boggled Winston's mind: both he and Veronica were totally naked! One quick look at his own lanky body confirmed his own nakedness. But, Veronica was behind him. How could he tell SHE was naked as well?

First, there was that sensual warmth of her body against his, her front pressed tightly against his back. Second, his cock and buns weren't the only things being stroked. Veronica's right leg was slowly rubbing up and down against his own leg, her skin's warmth and softness oh, so delightful sans the clingy nylon. Her legs were bare, and from the heat radiating onto his back, he was sure the rest of her clothing was history, too. This was confirmed when he saw the discarded clothing on the floor around them, both hers and his.

"How..?" he began, amazed he could question anything with the stimulation on his penis and ass so thoroughly clouding his mind.

"Oh, just another of those tricks I'm so good at," Veronica replied, licking his ear. "While I played with your cock, and you were nearly comatose, my dear, I simply took a few...liberties." Her warm breath caressed his neck and the side of his face. Her equally warm fingers were groping his bottom as boldly as you please. And her other hand...well, it was playing his cock like a flutist belting out a solo! 

Inundated by all these sensations, Winston was in dire need of release. If Veronica kept stroking him the way she was, and if her nipples kept poking into his back that way, and if she kept nibbling his ears like that, and if her crotch didn't stop rubbing up against his bare ass...he was going to explode all over the foot of her bed!

But, after all these lean, sexless years, a hand job by this woman - no matter how beautiful and sexy she might be - was NOT what he wanted. He deserved something BETTER, after all the torture she'd put him through. And when he remembered kissing hungrily between her legs, how sweet and tasty that nylon covered slit had been, and how badly he'd wanted to tear through those pantyhose and get at that delectable pussy, one thought came screeching like a banshee into his brain....VERONICA'S PUSSY WAS NOW COMPLETELY NAKED!

No, Winston didn't want a hand job. He wanted PUSSY! He wanted to FUCK pussy! He wanted to fuck VERONICA'S pussy! And he wanted all of that...IMMEDIATELY!

Winston reached down and stopped Veronica from stroking his cock. Gently but firmly removing her hand from his shaft, he looked into her eyes as he started to turn around to face her. At first, she couldn't understand why he'd stop her from stroking him. But, when she saw the hunger in his eyes, saw that evil grin consuming his flushed face, she knew what he wanted. That look of need and lust in his eyes made her heart pound. Her chest heaved with excitement as he finally faced her full on.

Winston's eyes rode her body like a surfer catching the big wave, caressing every inch of her naked flesh along the way. He hungered for her breasts, her ass, her legs...and that bare, succulent pussy. And Veronica could tell he was NOT to be denied! He literally vibrated with lust. Just that look in his eyes alone made her start to dribble between her legs.. She instantly felt her own needs come roaring to the fore, deep down there in that steamy rain forest below her belly.

Sex was imminent. And both Veronica and Winston knew no quarter would be given. Some bones might very well be broken this night.       Winston's eyes bore into Veronica's. He grinned a salacious grin. She sighed and sucked her lower lip. In a flash, his hands flew to her breasts and squeezed them, the flesh around her nipples becoming taught and sensitive from that manic grip. Veronica threw her head back in ecstasy as Winston lunged forward, locking his lips on first one nipple, then the other, sucking them hard, licking around them, nibbling them, all the while fondling those tempting globes with needy fingers. Veronica stumbled backward, her bare bottom colliding with a sizable desk. Instead of bouncing off of it, her left leg flew upward, the back of her calf landing on the top of the desk. The combination of those acts caused a lamp to nearly slide off the desk, wobbling from one end of the polished surface to the other, but not quite managing to fall over the edge.

With Veronica's leg up on the desk, Winston's penis seemed to sense paydirt. His conscious mind was not aware of the available target, so consumed was it with tasting those glorious tits. But his penis knew. It bloated and throbbed with anticipation, revving up for the attack, guiding Winston's hips forward and between Veronica's thighs. The target was in the cross hairs. Sequence initiated. Time for that teasing pussy to get soundly stuffed!

Veronica was squirming around on the desk top with Winston's mouth all over her breasts and his hands sharing equal duty on those same breasts and her ripe, juicy ass, when the salesman's lance shot home with a vengeance. The squirming sex kitten yelped with the suddenness of the impalement. But her pussy recovered quickly, sucking that thick cock deep inside itself, squeezing it as relentlessly as Winston's hands squeezed her rejoicing bosom. Her pussy wasn't content to just be fucked. No, her pussy decided to give Winston a blowjob! It sucked him raw, even as he pounded into her like a jackhammer on crack.

Framed photographs leaped down on the lovers from above as the desk banged against the wall repeatedly. Small items on the desk rolled around, some clattering to the floor. Something unidentifiable stabbed Veronica's left cheek, but she hardly felt it. When it failed to capture her attention, the sharp object wandered off elsewhere, leaving Veronica to her own devices. Winston sucking the nipples right off her breasts and ramming her senseless seemed to mute any other sensations for the gasping Veronica. For an indeterminate amount of time, only her lips, breasts and pussy seemed capable of feeling anything...and the sensations they felt infused her with a manic,uncontrollable energy. She clawed at Winston like a hissing cat, and if his lips left her breasts for even an instant, she captured them with her own and nearly sucked the moisture from them. 

The desk began to creak and wobble under them. The tap-dancing lamp skittered back and forth on the top of the desk, seemingly not sure where it wanted to be. With a moan of agony, one leg of the desk started to give. Next came a cracking, ominous groan, and the desk tilted downward a few inches at the end where Veronica's hair was flying about in the air. As if in response to the tilting of the desk, the speed of Winston's thrusting suddenly increased tenfold. He slammed into her like a mutant jackrabbit, moaning and gasping, hips pumping faster and faster. He grunted and heaved, teeth clenched with lust, the head of his cock seemingly everywhere at once inside Veronica.

The sudden increase in tempo was making Veronica's neck snap, her head flopping back and forth as if attached to her body by springs or rubber. She could barely breathe, her lungs unable to complete their filling and deflating cycles before her abdomen was pushed up into her chest again and again. She knew Winston had been sexually deprived for a long time, but he was humping her as if his intention was to split her clean in two, not just to fuck her!

Then Veronica discovered the reason for Winston's sudden surge of adrenaline. She would have laughed if it all didn't feel so incredible. The skittish lamp had finally given in to the teetering of the desk. It had fallen over, and the shade had flown off of it, presumably rolling somewhere on the floor now. The still lit bulb was bouncing back and forth between the wall and Winston's right ass cheek. Every time it touched his butt, Winston jerked forward from the searing heat, which caused the bulb to again complete the cycle between wall and cheek. The faster Winston humped, the more frequently the bulb seared him into the next thrusting cycle. End result, Veronica was getting a super-hump, a pain-induced sexual frenzy from Winston's lightbulb-fried, pummeling hips and thighs. But through all the pain, Winston never once considered stopping, repositioning himself or taking his mouth off Veronica's bouncing boobs. He'd finally gotten his cock between Veronica's legs, and NOTHING was going to stop him until he was FINISHED! 

Then, with a final groan of capitulation, the desk's legs shattered. Down it went, with Veronica and Winston on top of it. Somehow, Veronica seemed to sense the impending disaster, and, with cobra-like speed, wrapped her legs tightly around Winston's waist. There was no way she was going to let the heat of the moment be dampened by an uncooperative piece of furniture! Though the legs had just about atomized under the stress, the rest of the desk maintained it's structure nicely, thus providing somewhat of a cushion for the humping duo as one and all crashed to the floor. Neither of the heated lovebirds even felt the impact. Even though the wind had been knocked out of them briefly, that didn't lessen the intensity of their amorous fusion one tiny bit, nor did it slow the synchronized thrusting of their groins together over and over again. 

After an unguessable amount of time riding the floor-bound desktop missionary style, the lovers' mindless sex play began to induce it to slide along the floor, propelled inch by inch across the soft carpet by the insane couple's non-stop fornication. In no time at all, it ended up next to the foot of Veronica's bed. When it got there, Veronica only vaguely realized it, but her sexual psyche picked up on the situation as a convenient means of acquiring some much needed leverage, a way to switch to a new position, a new angle for pleasure.

Veronica's right hand shot up and latched onto the footboard, giving her some stability. Winston's eyes were wide open, but staring blindly across the room as he heaved and grunted for all he was worth. Next, Veronica's other arm arced up and around Winston's neck, bracing herself more fully for her next move. Still keeping up thrust for thrust with Winston, she held both his neck and the footboard and swung one leg up over his shoulder, clocking him in the ear with her ankle in the process. He never even felt it, or, if he did, he didn't care.

With her leg up like that, Winston's penetration instantly deepened. Veronica's eyes rolled up in her head. It felt as if his insistent penis was knocking on her navel from the inside, poking so hard and deep that it might actually tear out of her belly at any moment. It was sublime.

In her hazy fog of lust, she actually had a logical thought. If one leg up on Winston's shoulder made his penetration so incredibly deep, how much MORE incredible would BOTH legs up on his shoulders feel? Thought and deed were almost simultaneous. Up went her other leg. Again Winston's banging hips didn't miss a beat. And, oh, how right her theory had been! Not only were her eyeballs rolled up into her brain, but she was squealing and panting and snarling. Winston's penis HAD to be tickling her tonsils!

The only tradeoff with this move was that Veronica lost some of her ability to thrust back at Winston, but it seemed he didn't need her help anyway. He was doing a simply splendid job of ramming her. 

"Oh, yes!" Veronica cried, "FUCK ME you stud! Fuck me, you incredible book boy!"

Winston didn't reply. But he started thrusting harder and faster, and that was as good an answer as Veronica could've hoped for. And when her eyes finally stopped peeking at her brain and returned to looking at Winston, she saw lust just oozing from him. It wasn't sweat that streamed from his pores - it was pure, trickling LUST! Lust for HER! 

But, once again Veronica needed a change. She wanted more control. As fantastic as it was, the current position left everything up to Winston, and she wanted to do more than just supply a convenient opening for him to fill. She not only wanted HIM to fuck HER, but SHE wanted to fuck HIM! Veronica was not one to simply sit back and let a man give her a sound humping. No, she was one who preferred to CONTRIBUTE to the festivities!

Bracing herself again with the footboard, she removed her legs from his shoulders and suddenly lunged up, twisting away from the bed. She caught Winston by surprise and flipped him easily onto his back. Sitting on top of him, she had her hips and bottom taking over the humping reins without a moment's delay. Winston's initial look of solemn disappointment was replaced with a smile of approval when he realized that Veronica just wanted a little variety. Her last position change had turned out very well, so he trusted her judgement. Besides, this position would give his heretofore hardworking hips a break.




A Walk on the Wild Side



"You...like...THIS...Winston?" she asked, gasping and leering down at him. "I...love...to be... on top. I can...fuck you...all night...this way." Winston was absolutely fine with that sentiment, even if now it was his turn to lose a little maneuverability and mobility. He was perfectly happy to allow Veronica to take over the riding chores for a bit.

Winston now had a much better angle for groping Veronica's lovely, bouncing breasts, which jiggled ever so succulently as she slammed herself up and down atop his marauding tool. But, Veronica didn't allow Winston ALL the nipple play. She wanted some, too. So, while her pussy pounded his crotch with sexual fury, she bent down and sucked HIS nipples. This made it more difficult for him to grope her luscious tits, but it was a tradeoff. Her hot mouth on his nipples, and her hot pussy squeezing his cock. It was melting his brain in such a scrumptious way that he decided his fondling fingers could use a rest anyway.

Winston simply lay there on his back, either giddily watching Veronica's chest bounce up and down, or feeling her mouth sucking his nipples. It was all delicious. Veronica used her vaginal muscles to squeeze his penis in a powerful grip, as if trying to somehow suck the cum from his testicles with those very muscles. Winston didn't mind at all.

But, once again, Veronica refused to stay in one position.

"Winston...my dear...have I....ever...showed you...my lovely...bottom? If not...you're about...to receive...a lovely... treat... I'm very...proud of...my ass. I think...you'll...enjoy it."

With that, Veronica whirled on Winston's shaft, moving so deftly and skillfully that she never slipped off of it for even an instant. Before Winston knew it, her back was to him, and she resumed her steadfast humping atop his delighted member.

"Now...look at...this," she gasped, bending over, but not slowing her eager pounding of his cock.

She bent over far enough that she could wrap her arms around Winston's legs, grabbing the backs of his calves with her hands. This afforded him an unfettered, mouth-watering view of her entire glorious backside. As she slid herself up and down his penis, he watched that lush ass rise and fall, the flesh of her cheeks rippling slightly with her efforts. 

Her ass was indeed beautiful, round and firm and touchable. And so he did just that, reaching out both hands to fondle that irresistible full moon. This seemed to animate Veronica even more. Gasping and panting, she not only slid herself up and down along his shaft, but she also rotated her hips in a circular motion, wiggling her bottom as she rode his muscle. The rotating served two purposes: it apparently enflamed Winston - judging by the increased groping of his hands - and it caused the head of his penis to literally scour every inch of the inside of her canal...leading to such incredibly delicious sensations. So, up and down went that adorable ass...round and round, and up and down. It was mesmerizing to the ecstatically happy book salesman.

But, an even more delectable view was afforded by this position. As if watching Veronica's ass rise and fall and rotating his captive cock in intriguing circles inside her wasn't enough, something else not only caught his eye, but emblazoned its imprint on his psyche forever.

Bent low with her fine bottom high in the air afforded the desirable view of her sweet, dripping opening being thoroughly stuffed by his hungry cock. Below those kissable cheeks, the lips of her pussy squeezed his member tightly, gliding rapidly up and down his tool on a more than adequate layer of natural lubrication. His shaft glistened wetly as he watched that gorgeous pussy racing along its length, sucking him in deep, slapping loudly into his crotch over and over again. It was as if Veronica's steaming sex was greasing his rod for its own sordid purposes. Not only did it feel incredible, but watching every moment of it unfold before his eyes was something he could only marvel at. The only comparison he could make in his hazy brain was that it was like watching a porn movie and experiencing it at the same time. God, it was grand!

"Oh, God!" Veronica screamed suddenly, "Winston...you MUST...do me....doggie style!...NOW!"

She vacated his penis with such haste that he was momentarily dumbfounded. But, when he saw her climb up onto the bed and get on her hands and knees on the center of the mattress, with that gorgeous ass pointed directly at him, wiggling impatiently, he recovered quickly, jumped to his feet, and bounded onto the bed. He was back inside her in an instant.

He literally flew onto the bed, landing on his knees behind her. His penis made a beeline for the offered orifice, entering her quickly and easily. Less than ten seconds had elapsed from her having gotten off of him on the floor and his sending his rocket home.

And now Winston could play with her tits again, too! Oh, glorious day! Reaching around her, his hands found what they were looking for. Veronica sighed as he again fondled them and pinched those pert nipples. He kissed her neck, her ears, her shoulders. He sucked her earlobes and licked anywhere his tongue could reach. But it was his cock that was doing most of the hard work...or rather, his relentless, pulverizing hips.

"This...what...you...want?" Winston snarled, ramming hard into her, emphasize each word with a potent thrust of his hips.

"Oh yes! Yes! Yes! I...love it! Give me...all you've...got...book man!" 

Now Veronica and Winston could again thrust in unison, with greater conviction. And so they did. He bucked into her like a demented stallion. She rocked back to meet his every thrust with equal force.

The bed rocked violently. A few springs even groaned their displeasure. Winston and Veronica groaned for other reasons. The force of Winston's thrusts slowly pushed Veronica around the bed, inch by inch. She crawled on hands and knees all the way to the head of the bed. Once there, she again grabbed for support, clasping both hands firmly onto the headboard, so she could slam back into Winston with even more force. Winston replied by increasing his heated assault on her sex.

Winston finally felt the initial tinglings of impending orgasm. They began as slight chills dancing along his lower spine. But, those tinglings made him want orgasm all the more, made him more mad with desire. A sudden urge to shove his cock all the way to Veronica's temples invaded his brain. He looked down at his invading penis and wanted more. He wanted more penetration. Something inside him said he needed to shoot his entire load as deeply into Veronica as he could. He didn't just want to - he NEEDED to.

Like an unthinking animal, Winston yanked back hard on Veronica's hips. The sudden, unexpected tug ripped her hands free of the headboard, and she slammed to the mattress on her face, the two fluffy pillows flying off either side of the bed and landing almost soundlessly on the floor. Still in severe heat, Veronica didn't care in the slightest about this abrupt, unexpected new set of circumstances. She instantly rolled onto her back, looking up in shock and confusion at Winston - quite annoyed when he momentarily removed his penis from her - yet most certainly still ready to continue their incredible hump.

Wasting no time whatsoever, Winston quickly wrapped his left arm around Veronica's right hip, lifting her off the bed. He then grabbed her left leg by the ankle and held it out wide from her body, drooling at the sight of that moist, waiting flower. The sight of that wet pussy screaming up at him drove him insane. He straddled her other leg and, still holding her up off the bed, slammed his penis home. She squealed loudly and shuddered from head to toe. When he let go of her ankle to grab her other hip for more ramming stability, he again received a kick in the ear as Veronica put her leg once again up on his shoulder. Drooling her lust, she very much approved of her cowboy's creativity under pressure. She was even proud of him!

By this time, however, their position on the bed had shifted, and they were dangerously close to the edge. Still, neither of them noticed or cared. Winston was pounding into Veronica so hard that she was bouncing up and down on the springy mattress, each bounce taking her closer to the edge.

Five minutes into this side-saddle free-for-all, Veronica's upper body was dangling over the side of the bed, her flailing right arm having knocked an alarm clock and another unsuspecting lamp off the bed table, before finally getting a secure grip on the leg of the table. This didn't help, however, as the constant barrage between her legs only made this table as unstable as the desk had become earlier, and it finally toppled over completely.

The sex roared on, both parties oblivious to anything else around them. Winston's penis was filling her so completely that nothing else mattered to Veronica. Like Winston, she was feeling the first stirrings of release, and her brain was focusing on that and that only. Chills swept over her entire body like a million windswept snowflakes, each melting into a droplet of sweat.

Winston was again sucking her nipples, then kissing her mouth, sucking her tongue. She could feel every inch of his erect shaft as it drilled into her core. But it was that delectable helmeted head that brought the most pleasure. She could feel it rush up the entire length of her canal and poke roughly into her womb, only to retreat and allow her stretched walls to relax briefly on its way back out, before ramming its way in again. Over and over that stimulating head sent chills throughout her body. Add to that Winston's hungry mouth and fondling fingers, and she was on the verge.

Veronica's pussy had a mind of its own, gobbling Winston's cock with not only a hunger for the penis itself, but an unquenchable thirst for the liquid it was primed to eject. Her very soul wanted his cum inside her. And she would do ANYTHING to get it.

Veronica squirmed and moaned and snarled her lust, dangling over the bed with her arms almost touching the toppled bed table. Winston pumped and growled above her, his own knees getting ever closer to the edge of the mattress. What happened next was only inevitable. And, as before, neither of these sex-crazed animals noticed.

Winston screamed his orgasm, slamming his hips forward harder and faster, trying to fill Veronica as deeply as was humanly possible. Again holding her off the bed with his arms around her waist, he hopped like a kangaroo as he slammed into her repeatedly, inching ever closer to disaster.

The fury of Winston's orgasm had Veronica flailing and gasping for air. His molten liquids spurting into her made all the chills go away, replacing them with an internal flame that burned deep and hot. As the displaced chills raced to the outer edges of her body, the heat of her orgasm spread out from deep inside, chasing those chills ever further from her bubbling core. Her tiring muscles tensed. Her back arched, lifting her hips up to meet Winston's. With a moan that grew in intensity from second to second, Veronica curled her toes and became stiff as a board for an instant. Then, all hell broke loose.

Winston was grunting and heaving atop Veronica, his genitalia emptying themselves into her, when she suddenly became more animated than he'd seen her all night. Her legs kicked and she bucked and bounced on the bed, her fingers scratching his shoulders and upper arms as she flailed and writhed. Her mouth opened in a soundless cry, but it didn't remain soundless for long. From deep in her lungs the scream came wrenching out, building in intensity until it nearly shook the walls.

At that point, Winston could barely ride her without falling off. Her hips bucked up against him like a bucking bronco, seriously threatening to dislodge him. Only by lowering himself down against her and holding on for dear life, did he avoid being bucked off.

"Oh, God!...Winston! Oh, God! Oh, GOD!" Veronica's hands flew up and grabbed his head. She pulled him to her and kissed him so hard it hurt his mouth. She snorted, breathing through her nose as she kissed him, refusing to give his tasty lips their freedom. All the while she bucked against him and moaned into his mouth.

Suddenly, the world turned upside down. Still locked in embrace, climaxing and madly mauling each other's lips, Winston and Veronica tumbled off the bed. All the way down their hips still slammed into each other, Winston continued to spurt into Veronica, and she continued to welcome every drop, freely giving him her own juices in return. 

They rolled around on the floor, kissing and rutting and gasping for air, arms and legs wrapped around each other as their bodies fused at the middle. In the process, a shoe rack had all the shoes kicked out of it and a vanity chair was upended on top of said shoe rack. Framed pictures - in addition to the ones by the desk - that hung on walls they weren't even near also ended up shattered on the floor. They all joined the desk and bed table as victims of this hyperactive tryst. The spastic couple jerked and twitched and flailed about the room, caroming off walls and kicking over large objects, until both of them were on the verge of dehydration.

When they finally stopped rolling around on the floor, the exhausted Winston and Veronica found themselves about three quarters of the way across the room, in the center of the floor, somewhat entangled in their discarded clothing. Somehow, the bedspread had also become twisted in their sweaty arms and legs. They lay there in a heap, gasping and still convulsing, digging out from under clothing and the bed covering. But both of them were smiling from ear to ear. Both felt purged. And Winston had finally gotten his piston greased for the first time in over a decade! One can only imagine how HE felt!

Winston was the first to sit up, groggily looking down at the exhausted Veronica. She laughed as she watched his shirt and jacket topple off his head. He returned the laugh, lifting up her pantyhose, which had wrapped itself around her left leg. When he lifted the hose in the air, it pulled her leg up with it, like the stringed appendage of a marionette. She had to laugh, too. 

"Well, book man," she said, still breathing heavily, "I suppose we can't judge our books by their covers, now, can we?"

"No, ma'am," he replied quietly, still basking in the wake of a long-overdue orgasm.

Veronica sat up, smiling as she plucked his tie from his shoulder. "Well, Winston, dear, I vote we have ourselves a cup of coffee and see if we can't rest up for..." she winked..."round two."

Winston nearly jumped her right then and there. After all, when you've not had sex for years, one orgasm simply will not suffice. "I second that vote," he replied, returning her wink.

Standing up a bit shakily, the temporarily wasted duo stretched and rubbed their aches, then shuffled off in the direction of the kitchen. Veronica looked around at the utter mayhem that had once been her bedroom, and shrugged.

"Oh, well, small price to pay for a really good fuck, eh, Winston, dear?"

"I couldn't agree more," he replied, " and I can help you clean up later."

"Good, but...are you any good at repairing things? We seem to have ruined some furniture."

"Me? Heh...I sell books. Tell you what, I'll help you BUY new furniture. How's that?"

"Oh, that would be so sweet of you, dear. I truly would appreciate that."

"Not a problem, Veronica. It's the least I can do...." 

Veronica stopped short, holding up her hand, waving him silent. "Shhhh...!" she hissed, her head cocked to one side, ears listening intently. There was the slowly growing sound of footsteps down at the far end of the outside hallway. Veronica's eyes got wider with each footfall that reverberated ever nearer to her door, until recognition had those eyeballs nearly dropping free of their sockets.

"What's wrong?" Winston whispered.

"Oh, no. Oh, no, it can't be. He's supposed to be in Seattle..." A look of fear crossed her lovely face. The footsteps in the hall grew louder still, closer, approaching with a purpose.

"He? He who?" Winston asked, a sliver of fear twitching at his tailbone. Whoever owned the feet making those loud footfalls in the hallway must be something akin to a rhinoceros in size and weight. The twitch skipped up Winston's spine a few inches, waiting patiently to see if it should advance further northward.

Then, from out in the hall came a booming, "Getcher panties off, Sweetcakes...Bruno's home!" followed by boisterous laughter and a poor attempt at whistling.

Veronica's complexion turned four shades whiter. Her eyes grew wide and she looked at Winston as if she were already reading his obituary.

"Okay," Winston said, holding his breath, "so who's this Bruno? Someone you know intimately, it would seem."

"Yes," she replied as if giving condolences, "he's my...well...boyfriend."

The tiny twitch in Winston's spine received the go-ahead to race up along his vertebrae. In fact, it grew into more than just a niggling twitch. It became a full-blown stream of spine-chilling anxiety.

"Your boyfriend? Your...BOYFRIEND?!," he yelled, finally exhaling. Winston turned even paler than Veronica. Somehow, it seemed as if his lungs were unable to suck in air.

"Yes," Veronica replied, "and he's....very jealous."

"Wonderful," Winston sighed, his mind's eye also reading his obit. "Can I assume he's as big as he sounds?"

"Bigger," she replied, shuddering as she pictured him standing next to the scrawny Winston.

"So," Winston said quietly, "basically, I'm a dead man?"

"I believe so," Veronica answered matter-of-factly, her eyes looking at him sadly. "But, if it's any consolation, you were an incredible fuck, Winston."

"Wonderful. I wonder if that'll help get me into heaven. Maybe it'll even look nifty on my tombstone." He looked around, his mind searching for something. He wasn't sure what. His brain was about to go on autopilot, because actual intellectual thought would probably get him killed.

The footsteps in the hallway stopped. There came a pounding on the door that sounded like a car had skidded and smashed into it. "Pussykins, it's your big, studly man. Open the door for Bruno. Are ya naked, babe? C'mon, I haven't had pussy in a week! Open up!"

Winston began sweating profusely...and every drop of it meandered wetly down his naked body to form a carpet-drenching pool at his feet. Vaguely, Winston wondered what death would be like.    Winston's gangly frame suddenly became a blur of motion. He rushed about the bedroom like a cartoonish Tazmanian Devil, only his hands popping out of his tornadic funnel to snatch up his scattered clothing piece by piece. Somewhere in that cloud of motion Winston had managed to put on his socks and underwear, but nothing more. All the while, the pounding at the front door became more and more insistent.

"Hey, Ronnie...whatcha waitin' for? Open up the door. Your stud muffin's home. I need me some nookie, babe!"

Veronica could do nothing but stand in the middle of the bedroom and stare vacantly at the speedy Winston. She hadn't a clue what to do. At one point, Winston caught a quick glimpse of her, and her lips were moving silently. He suspected she was praying. It seemed like a sensible thing to do.

Just as Winston had gathered up every last piece of clothing, and somehow located and retrieved his briefcase, a horrendous thud shook the door. It shuddered on its hinges, and one screw sailed out of the center hinge and hopped merrily down the hallway toward the bedroom. Cracks appeared at the two upper corners of the door frame. The scurrying book salesman wanted to weep, but he didn't have the time. Nor did he have any moisture left in his body. He'd left it all in a puddle of sweat on the carpet.




A Walk on the Wild Side



"I'm not jokin' around here, Snugglepants. I'm horny as a rhino here. OPEN UP THE FUKKIN' DOOR!" Bruno seemed to be getting a tad...impatient.

Another blow rocked the door. It heaved inward with a loud groan. More cracks appeared around the door frame. The center of the door splintered in several places. The entire middle hinge now released its hold on the frame and sailed down the hallway, landing at Winston's feet as he rushed blindly about, searching for the room with the balcony. His fear-stricken brain managed to remember the balcony - as a possible escape route to both sweet freedom and restored sanity - but his panic kept him from figuring out which direction would take him toward that much needed exit. Veronica's dragging him down the hallway earlier, keeping him from getting his bearings, didn't help matters much, either. The end result was a skinny, nearly naked man carrying his clothing and briefcase, running about in circles in blind panic, looking for anything that might save his skin. If the situation wasn't so fraught with danger for the poor book salesman, it would have been comical.

"No!" Veronica cried, "Not that way! Over here! No....wait...here....HERE!" She looked like a manic traffic cop, pointing left, then right, Winston's eyes barely focusing on her directions, anyway. Finally, she realized that he did not have time to try the risky jump over the balcony to freedom - and hopefully a long and fruitful life - so she intervened in his pinballing madness and grabbed him by the shoulders, her stabilizing hands putting a sudden end to his whirling dervish antics. 

"Quick, get into the armoire!" she screeched in a hissing whisper, "Hurry, that door won't hold Bruno for long."

"But, I'll be trapped," Winston insisted, his pupils dilated with fear.

"Honey," Veronica replied quietly, "you already are. There's no time to escape now. We'll just have to hope Bruno doesn't find you."

That did not reassure Winston in the slightest. However, dazed and unsteady, he slowly staggered in the direction Veronica indicated, to the armoire he previously didn't even know existed. His movements were halting and lethargic, as if his body had finally run out of gas and his zombiefied brain had forthwith gone bye-bye. Veronica opened one of the double doors and he stepped in - or rather, he sort of oozed into the darkened interior. He was taking so long at this endeavor that Veronica put both her hands on his back and shoved him inside, so hard in fact that he slammed face-first into the armoire's rear panel, but never even seemed to notice. His body quaking with fear, he slowly slid down that inside back panel and rotated counterclockwise until he ended up in a sitting position in one corner of the armoire, facing the front doors, eyes staring vacantly. His face was blank, ghostly pale. Shaking her head, feeling sorry for him, yet realizing the need for urgency, Veronica closed the doors quickly behind him. Slumped against the back of the armoire, Winston's retreating mind seemed almost amused when it suggested to him that he might want to get used to the darkness, because, in all likelihood, he'd be dead soon anyway.

"Bruno!" Veronica cried, rushing out of the bedroom and down the hallway, "stop smashing the door! I'm coming, honey, I'M COMING!"

She heard a good deal of grumbling outside the door as she unlocked it, her mind noting the damage Bruno had done to it, and then shuddering inside her skull at the thought of that same damage - or worse - being done to poor Winston. When she opened the door, she jumped back, her nerves still understandably on edge.

"What took you so long, babe? I been hollerin' like a crazy man out here forever! If I don't get some lovin' soon, I'm gonna hafta go hump ol' Nellie Wankerwacker down the road, and you know how SHE skeeves me out! What's up? You don't love your Bruno no more?" 

Veronica looked the lumbering hulk over, trying to calm herself before answering. It didn't help much at all. Bruno stood about six foot ten and weighed in excess of three hundred and fifty pounds, most of it pure muscle. How much in excess was anyone's guess. His enormous shoulders barely fit through the doorway, thanks to endless hours in the gym and intermittent injections of illegal body-enhancing substances. You see, Bruno was what you'd call an...enforcer...and those "professionals" needed to be pretty tough at all times. He also had a little bouncer job on the side...but just for relaxation. His muscles had muscles. Only his bulging belly attested to his love for beer. His enormous, square face looked like the mutated offspring of Rocky Balboa and the Terminator, if such a coupling were even possible. Very little intelligence backlit those angry eyes.

Bruno stepped inside, having to duck to clear the top of the door frame and turn to one side to squeeze his massive bulk through the opening. He already had his flannel shirt unbuttoned to the waist, and his grubby jeans unzipped. He really WAS horny, and he looked Veronica up and down as if she was the first woman he'd seen in a decade. Once fully inside, he bent down and kissed the top of her head...and waited for her reply.

"I'm sorry, baby," she cooed, her voice quivering just a bit, "I was...I was...just getting into the shower." Slowly, with a trembling hand, she quietly closed the door behind the lumbering behemoth. Even the faint click of the locking deadbolt jangled her frayed nerves.

"Hey, you know you don't hafta shower for ME, babe. I like ya all hot 'n' sweaty. C'mere, give your Bruno some tongue. We're gonna fuck up a storm tonight, hon. We might even bust up some furniture!" A shudder racked Veronica's entire body.

"Um....honey...baby..." she whispered up toward his chin, "not tonight, okay? I'm kind of tired. Do you mind, sweetums?"

Bruno's broad, square-jawed face changed color, a healthy flesh hue becoming somewhat crimson.

"Yer kiddin', right?" he asked with controlled anger, "I just told you I'm horny as hell, and ya wanna put me off? That ain't like you, babe. You usually can't wait for Bruno to stick it to ya with his big salami. You sick or sumthin'?"

"Yes, that's it," Veronica stammered, "I'm sick. I haven't felt well all..."

"Hey, wait a minute," Bruno's somewhat smallish brain finally kicked in, "howcum ya answered the door all naked? Why dintcha put on a robe or sumthin'? That ain't like you, neither."

"Well, you see? That proves it. I'm not feeling well. Like I said, I've been sick all..."

Bruno's brow furrowed. His eyes became hard as he scanned her from head to toe. He leaned down and sniffed at her, his huge nostrils sucking in the scent of her skin...and much more. 

"Nuh uh," he said, glaring at her, standing back up to his full height. "I smell sumthin on ya. Somethin' ain't right."

Veronica was getting more nervous by the millisecond. Her words faltered. "Everything's...fine...honest....honey...sweetie. I'm just..."

"Nope," Bruno interrupted, "ya got a smell on ya...a familiar smell. I'd know that smell anywhere." He leaned down again and stopped with his reddening eyes less than a foot from hers. "Ya got the smell of sex on ya, Ronnie. You been porked tonight, ain't ya?"

"No!" Veronica laughed nervously, "Of course not! What other man could even come close to pleasing me the way you do? Really, Bruno...you're just being silly."

"Nope, I ain't. You got the smell of another man all over ya. You went an' got yourself fucked, dintcha? Some guy poked his salami inta ya, didn't he? Fess up, you been cheatin' on me, aintcha, Pussykins?" When he said "Pussykins," the word hissed out of his mouth, as if he was taking great satisfaction from spitting out some vile cuss word.

"No, Bruno, I swear..."

He wasn't listening. He brushed past her, not an easy thing for him to do in the narrow hallway.

"Where is he? Is he still here? Did the dead meat go home already or is he waitin' here ta die?"

"Bruno, you're just being silly, honest. There's no..."

Bruno's hand shot up, indicating Veronica should immediately embrace silence. Quaking with fear, she followed along behind him silently as he made a stomping, snorting beeline for the bedroom. When he walked through the doorway into it, he stopped short. He grunted. His eyes scanned the room. It didn't take a genius to see that SOMETHING had happened. The desk destroyed, the bed table and shoe rack overturned, chairs and lamps upended , Veronica's clothing scattered all over the floor, her bed a disheveled mess at this time of the evening. But the kicker was the scent of sex. 

"It was a burglar," Veronica tried. "I didn't want to alarm you, baby. I know how upset you get..."

Again Bruno's hand demanded silence.

As he lumbered through the room, his keen eyes sought the proof...and found it. On the opposite side of the bed, the carpet was stained with the fluids of lust. Veronica cringed as he bent down to touch the spatters and then bring his fingers up to his nose to sniff at them. He growled deep in the pit of his churning guts.

Slowly Bruno turned to look at Veronica, eyes blazing. His lips curled into a sick smile. He knew he was right, and what's more, he knew he might have a chance at revenge.

"This cum is fresh," he snarled. "Someone shoved his meat in ya just before I got here. In fact, I'll bet I caught ya's by surprise, huh?"

This time, Veronica was speechless entirely on her own. In the armoire, Winston was cringing and praying, and trying desperately not to pass out. Through the tiny crack between the two doors, he could peer out and see the lumbering Neanderthal that was Veronica's muscle bound boyfriend. It had made him quite apprehensive, to say the least.

"I'll bet, too," the immense moron continued, "that he's still here. I'll bet he didn't have time to get away, and he's hidin' somewhere. Am I right, Sugarpants? If I look around, will I find your new boyfriend?" He grinned at her, a cruel, sickly grin. Veronica's mouth moved, but nothing came out.

Inside the armoire, Winston faced a dilemma. His bowels were fighting mightily to let loose, emptying themselves of the remains of his last several meals. Fear had him on the verge of soiling himself in a very big way. But, if he did so, chances are Bruno's obviously sensitive nostrils would easily pick up on the scent, and his last moments of inhaling sweet oxygen in any way, shape, or form would surely be at hand. The flip side of that conundrum was this: if he kept his cheeks clenched tightly enough together to prevent the embarrassing - and dangerous - release, and if Bruno did indeed discover his whereabouts, how would he be able to run from him fast enough to actually escape? Holding one's cheeks together tightly enough to prevent leakage has never, to Winston's knowledge, been conducive to sprinting for one's life. To clench or not to clench, that was poor Winston's life and death dilemma.

Bruno stood up, grinning madly at Veronica. "I wonder," he said softly, "is he under HERE....?" He reached down with one hand and easily lifted the Queen size bed off the floor, flipping it over as if it weighed next to nothing. It came to a crashing halt upside-down on the floor.

Inside the armoire, Winston clenched - hard.

"How about, maybe, inside HERE...!" Bruno tore the closet door off its hinges, dropping the dangling door next to the overturned bed. "Hmmm...guess there's only one place left to try in this room, then I'll check out the rest of the apartment." 

Bruno reached the armoire in just three floor-shuddering, giraffe-sized steps. He paused with his hands on the doorknobs. He sniffed the air, then leaned forward and sniffed at the sliver of space between the doors. He grinned. His face reddened. He turned to look back at Veronica, who was about to swoon. A small glob of spittle dribbled downward from his bottom lip to his chin, where it dangled precariously as he grinned at her maliciously.

"Gotcha!" Bruno yelled as he again effortlessly tore doors off their hinges. Lunging forward, his huge, square, fleshy face pushed all the way to the rear of the armoire, his glaring eyeballs ending up just inches from the now standing - though precariously so - Winston's bleached, sweating face. Those eyes were so close to his, in fact, that Winston could actually count the numerous squiggly red blood vessels surrounding Bruno's pupils.

Bruno's head shot back, the expression on his face changing from rage to confusion. He turned to Veronica again, his face a mask of blinking disbelief. "THIS is the man who fucked ya? HIM?!! He's scrawny...a wimp! You prefer HIS dick over mine?"

Again Veronica's mouth moved soundlessly. She was wringing something in her hands, but was unaware of that fact. Only her hands moved. The rest of her, except the noiselessly babbling lips, was frozen with fear.

Immediately, Bruno turned back to his cringing victim. He had to look down, for the weak-kneed Winston had collapsed and was sitting on his butt amidst the armoire's contents. He, too, was wringing something - the sides of his briefcase. When Bruno leaned down - most likely to end his life - Winston rammed his briefcase forward with both hands, slamming it into the man-mountain's face. His intention was to make Bruno howl in pain and stagger about the room, thus facilitating an attempt at escape. Bruno, however, didn't cooperate. He merely looked mildly stunned. He blinked his surprise, then wiped at his nose, to see if it was bleeding. Encountering no damaged tissue, he returned his attention to his prey. Winston's bowels nearly let loose again.

Bruno hauled Winston out of the armoire, holding him by one ankle and dragging him pretty much on his face to the center of the room. Once out in the open, he lifted the salesman up in the air, hoisting him skyward by his skinny calves until his eyes were level with the little man's crotch. Holding the man upside down in his firm grip, he appraised his crotch area, just to ease his own bruised macho ego.

"Hmph!" he said indignantly, "Tiny little cock. Can't even make a bulge in his shorts. I thought so. That's barely big enough to fit up your NOSE, Ronnie. Ya didn't really fuck this twit, didja?"

Veronica smiled sheepishly. Anything requiring higher thought was well beyond her at this point. Her brain had left the building.

Bruno continued to hold the squirming Winston inverted in the air. Moving his hands alternately, he worked them continually up Winston's legs a few inches at a time, until he was holding him by his upper thighs, his legs still wagging in the air above them both. Holding Winston by the thighs with his arms upraised, Bruno could look the upside down book man right in the eyes.

"So, you like fucking my girl, little dick man?" Bruno asked, eyes blazing. Winston was wise enough not to reply. "You think your little wee wee made her happy? Had a good time, didja? Fucked her all over our bedroom, it looks like. Put that tiny little cock in her sweet pussy, didja?" With each word, Bruno's face was turning a brighter and brighter shade of red. "Musta felt really good having your dick in my girl, huh? Think you made a fool out of Bruno, do ya? Huh?"

Winston replied meekly, "No, Mr. Bruno, sir, I swear, I had no idea. SHE'S the one who..."

Veronica finally found words, out of sheer self preservation. "Don't listen to him, Bruno, he RAPED me! He forced his way in here and MADE me have sex with him! Honest, I wouldn't lie to you, baby!"

This theory sat much better with Bruno, who couldn't believe that his darling "Pussykins" could possibly WANT another man. So, this was the "truth" he embraced, much to Winston's dismay.

"Aha!" Bruno exclaimed, "I knew it! I knew ya couldn't fuck a wimp like this unless ya HAD to!"

"No, wait..." Winston tried, "I swear..." His eyes pleaded with Veronica for her to speak the truth, but she had her own life to preserve.

"Shut your skinny little mouth, geekface. My Ronnie don't lie. She loves my dick, and she'd never wanna even SEE your little thing unless you forced her to. I'm gonna teach you to rape my girl. And there ain't gonna be no police involved. You gonna disappear all nice and quiet like. Cuz, ya see, little dick...I'm gonna make you dead. And I'm gonna do that little thing with my very own bare hands. Ain't that nice o' me?"

That was when Winston discovered two things: 1) he did indeed have moisture left in his body, despite all the sweating he'd done, and 2) there were other avenues of escape for bodily wastes besides his tightly clenched sphincter. Fear found a way.

It wasn't his quaking sphincter that sprung a leak, but his shrunken, terrified penis. As he looked into Bruno's enraged face, eye to eye with impending doom, his bladder let loose, efficiently evacuating all the remaining moisture in Winston's trembling body. A thin yellow stream dribbled down onto Bruno's head, spattering noisily on the top of that flat, short-cropped noggin. Winston watched with growing terror as several yellow streams flowed down the sides of Bruno's square head. Bruno's eyes crossed as he watched a drop work its way down the bridge of his nose and dangle off the tip. By the time it gained enough weight and volume to drop off his nose, Bruno's facial flesh had turned an ominous, mottled mixture of enraged reds and purples. The number of blood vessels crowding the whites of his eyes easily doubled. His mouth formed a scowl of pure rage, his teeth clenched together so tightly that they threatened to shatter. Spittle bubbled up at the corners of Bruno's snarling mouth.

"Heh...so sorry...excuse me. That was unintentional, I assure you." Winston babbled meekly, trying his best to look sympathetic and contrite. He only succeeded in looking pathetic. Not surprisingly, his apology had no effect on Bruno whatsoever. Veronica turned away, praying openly now.

Bruno trembled with the purest anger Winston had ever seen when he said slowly and calmly, squeezing the words from between clenched teeth, "Now Bruno gonna make you dead....TWICE!"

When the gist of that illogical sentiment niggled its way into Winston's nearly paralyzed brain, his bladder had yet another spasm. His shriveled penis twitched weakly, and the tiny opening again puckered, anointing the already irate Bruno with a short, meek little burst of concentrated urine. Again spattering down on Bruno's head, this time it chose a new target, raining down instead onto Bruno's throbbing right temple. It circled around impossibly, slithered snakelike along his eyebrow and then suddenly lunged downward directly into his eye. It burned. Bruno finally did howl in pain, and released one of Winston's legs to rub the salty fire from his eye.

That was Winston's one chance. With one leg now having escaped Bruno's iron grip, Winston was free to bring it down from it's lofty altitude and pull his knee back into position for an offensive strike. He aimed his foot directly at Bruno's face and shoved it forward with every ounce of strength his slim body contained. Thankfully, it was enough.

Bruno dropped Winston like a rock and staggered backward, one hand still rubbing his burning eye and the other holding his nose. Winston's heel bone had apparently accomplished what his briefcase couldn't. 

Winston scrambled away from the wobbling behemoth, his eyes already madly searching for escape. He no longer sought the balcony, because he knew Bruno would be on him long before he could find it. Any window would do. He'd take his chances with the three story drop. Even if it killed him, he was sure it would be a much more merciful, and infinitely less painful, way to die than at Bruno's hirsute, thick-knuckled hands.

Mercifully, the gods that be allowed him to locate the window. It was within sprinting distance. And Winston didn't even care if his sphincter let loose along the way. That would be someone else's problem. He just wanted to live.




A Walk on the Wild Side...



So, it was only to be one drink, I told Gayle, and she agreed. Gayle and I worked at a Steak House, nights, a second job for us both. My guy traveled with his job and there was only the dog waiting for me at the house, so one drink sounded fine.

We punched out together and I followed her to a hotel lounge that was close to both of our houses. Entering together, we chose to sit at the bar and ordered our drinks and began chatting away, catching up.

Gayle was single and a bit of a wild child at 28. I was married, but in an open marriage, and 32. Al & I had been in the swinging lifestyle for a couple of years and both of us have had our occasional quickies without the other around. It was all good for the both of us. Gayle knew of our lifestyle and was non-judgemental about it, which made her a good friend.

We made it through the first drink and, of course, ordered another round, laughing at ourselves as we did so. We hadn't finished our second when the bartender brought us another round. Answering our quizzical looks, he nodded towards the back booths and said the booth with the guys sent it over.

Of course we looked and we liked what we saw. Quickly conferring we said that we should thank them and, maybe, have a little harmless fun.

Best laid plans of mice and men.

The table had five guys, young, in their twenties; two whites, a hispanic, and two blacks. They pulled up chairs and invited us to join them for some drinks. We did and soon the seven of us had our own little party going on. Gayle and I took turns and danced with the guys. They began to get a little handsy with us on the darkened dance floor and truth be told, both of us went along with it.

I found myself gravitating towards the two black guys, enjoying my time on the dance floor with them and the feel of their cocks as we danced. I was definitely getting turned on and knew that I would soon have to make a decision.

On a girls' trip to the restroom, Gayle had already made her decision she told me. She was a big fan of coke; they had some and she was going upstairs with her three guys, do some lines, and probably wind up fucking all three of them, she confided.

So it would be my decision alone it appeared. Now, I had fucked a lot of guys, and girls, but I'd never fucked a black man, nevermind two of them at the same time, so it was a poser for me.

Gayle and her guys were gone in a flash after we returned to the table and my two guys scooted into the booth with me. Another round of drinks and one of the guys leaned in and asked if I'd like to smoke a joint with them. Now, I don't like coke but I do love weed, so it was a no-brainer with me. But when we were in the elevator the taller of the two leaned down and kissed me, my mouth opening to swallow his tongue willingly. The other moved in and started kissing my neck and softly caressing my braless breasts. When the elevator stopped, I knew that I was going to fuck both of these guys and I couldn't wait.

We smoked the joint quickly, all of us wanting to get on with what we knew was about to happen, me, most of all. I kissed tall-guy after we put out the joint, brazenly dropping my hand to his crotch for some fondling of my own. My hand loved the largeness it found in his pants, squeezing and stroking as our kiss became deeper and deeper. 

Breaking off the kiss, I stood and started stripping, telling them to do the same. Dropping to my knees before them, I took turns taking each of them in my mouth, relishing how their cocks grew with each sucking stroke of my mouth. While sucking one, I would stroke the other, loving each and every inch of their gorgeous cocks.

Moving tall-guy onto the bed, onto his back, I knelt and started sucking him with gusto, offering up my ass for short-guy to fuck me doggy style. 

And he did, oh lordy, he did!

His cock felt as if he would split me wide-open as he slowly worked it into my dripping pussy. When he buried himself inside of me and started slowly stroking it in and out, I took tall-guy deep down my throat, almost gagging me in the process. The harder and faster short-guy fucked me, the deeper I sucked tall-guy into my mouth and throat. 

Short-guy came first, which triggered my orgasm, which triggered tall-guy's explosion soon afterwards. I licked and swallowed tall-guy's cum, my own pussy still tingling from short-guy's fucking of me.

Taking only a few minutes to rest, tall-guy was ready and slid between my wide-opened legs and pounded me to another screaming orgasm. He had just finished his own climax when I pulled short-guy between my legs, the two of us fucking each other like minks.

I left at two in the morning, my pussy sore from the excellent fucking those two gave me. I sucked a lot of cock that night as well.

Climbing into my bed after I showered, I picked up the phone and called my husband, waking him in his hotel room in Seattle.

"Hi,baby, would you like to hear about my night?"

He did.



A Walk on the Wild Side



As Tom navigated the perimeter of the 200 acre park his attention was focused on the woman walking toward its center; a secluded location that was special for him. The park was a place that he had used many times for rendezvous. He took the next path veering to the left, a more direct route to the center. 

Tom's heart rate rarely got over 100 except when he found a likely woman to submit to his needs. It had been 6 months since he had first met "Bonnie", as she was known on her Literotica member profile. She had started chatting with Tom in order to explore her emerging interest in BDSM. In fact, she had never thought of herself as submissive. In everyday life she was outgoing, very competitive and ran a small retail clothing business. However, she found herself wanting something more in her sexual life and she craved relief from always being in charge. Bonnie found it odd that her conscience sought permission to try new adventurous things. She concluded that it was a vestige of her strict upbringing.

Bonnie was just turning 40 and noticed that life was changing. She was aging and felt like she had set aside her personal interests and desires in order to take care of her responsibilities. Along with all the hard work, she struggled with keeping her voluptuous figure under control. She wanted to take advantage of her sexual desires before some imaginary age made her "too old" to be attractive to others. She hated the games her head played on her self esteem. 

Her fantasies had taken her in a darker direction, yet she couldn't fully let go. She occasionally recoiled at her own thoughts and struggled to find ways to test her interest without feeling like she had gone over some dark precipice with no possibility of recovery. 

Most recently Bonnie fantasized about being controlled during her sexual play and being made to do things for others. She was disgusted with herself for wanting to experience pain and for a desire to be spanked. She had seen a video of a woman having her hair grabbed and a cock being pushed into her mouth while other guys watched. The idea of these things being done to her sent a flutter to her stomach and a warm sensation between her legs. 

It was hard to imagine how far she would go, but she knew she that giving up control to a dominant man was part of her desire. The Literotica stories had fueled her interest and the stories and postings had given her the courage to test her desires. Her husband, a nice guy, had gone the way of many husbands; too much TV, weekends of golf, work projects on the house and the occasional night out. The prospects of engaging him in an adventure were small; sex was more infrequent, and everything other than straight sex was viewed as a "perverted" activity.

Bonnie met Tom through a post on Literotica and he had responded with a polite and useful piece of advice as to how to explore the BDSM topic. She wasn't sure she would listen to any of his advice and his recommendations made her wary. However, each suggestion made butterflies course through her stomach and tempted her to try a few things. 

Tom had recommended experimenting with some things to test her interest in various aspects of BDSM and other sexual fetish. He suggested that she find ways to flash a guy, young or old, by showing some leg, unbuttoning her blouse or leaning over to show her cleavage. He had her play with homemade nipple clamps and even had her try some creative ways of spanking her ass with a hairbrush as she masturbated. 

Tom's suggestions quickly morphed to instructions. His motives, while not overly malicious, were certainly self serving. He was testing her willingness to submit. 

Tom had Bonnie try a few things out in public, but a week ago he had asked her to go to Myers Park, a place not far from where she lived. He gave her directions and instructed her to bring a newspaper along with an earpiece that connected to her cell phone. He told her to arrive at 2 p.m. in the afternoon and to go directly to a park bench near the duck pond, located in the center of the park. 

She had reluctantly followed his instructions assuming that she would finally meet him face-to-face. In an effort to please him she had proceeded. She was just arriving at the pond and noticed an older man and a young woman seated on two different benches. As she arrived the woman was gathering her purse and belongings, stood and walked away. Bonnie was nervous about the man who remained. She stood near the empty bench eyeing the older man and pondering her next move when suddenly her phone rang. Tom had been very specific about answering and talking through an earpiece fitted into her ear and covered by her long dark. 

She nervously answered, "Hello Tom."

"Bonnie, simply listen to my instructions and only answer when spoken to. Do you understand?" 

"Yes I understand." 

Her heart was pounding and she wondered how she had ever agreed to go to the park alone. Tom instructed Bonnie to be seated at the bench. He asked her if anyone else was present. Bonnie looked around in all directions. 

"There's an older man, maybe in his late 50s," she whispered. "He's sitting on a bench about 30 feet away and facing me. He's reading a book."

Tom told her to be seated and to pick up the newspaper that she brought. He told her to fold it so that it could be held with one hand. While she retrieved and folded the paper he asked her if she had followed his instructions about what she was to wear. She had been embarrassed when Tom had sent her a message specifying that she wear a short skirt, blouse, no bra and a red thong. Finally he had said that she could wear a jacket to help cover her blouse while walking braless to and from the park. 

Over the earphone Bonnie heard Tom's voice instructing her to lift the paper so that it covered the view of her chest. "Bonnie, reach into your purse and pulled out a clothespin." 

"Now, unbutton a couple of buttons of your blouse and reach in and rub a nipple so that it gets hard."

"Are you doing it?" His voice was demanding and caused her to feel a flicker of fear. She was stunned, how could she possibly touch herself in public. 

She tentatively reached toward her blouse while looking over the paper to see that the older man continued to read his book. She unbuttoned the jacket and spread it open and then started on the blouse, one then two buttons. Her heart pounded as she slid a finger in and could feel the soft flesh. Her touch sent electricity through her body. 

"Yes," she responded, "I'm touching." She fingered her nipple and it responded. She couldn't believe she would get excited like this in a public park. 

"Now attach the clothespin," he ordered. 

A thrill ran through her as she squeezed the clothespin and slid it on to her nipple. As she peered over the top of the paper she noticed how her hand shook making the paper move erratically. The clamping sensation hurt but she felt herself getting wet. 

She whispered a little breathlessly, "I did it."

"Now reach in and play with the other one," he demanded.

She could feel herself starting to sweat as she danced on the edge of her anxiety and sexual excitement. She reached in and played with her other breast and nipple and it took very little for it to respond to her touch. She needed to soothe herself and could feel the excitement rising. She squirmed a little in her seat and looked over the top of the paper noticing that the man was returning her look. Staring at her covered chest and beautiful legs, his eyes moved up and down her body before she could look away. Her face flushed and she filled with excitement hoping he didn't know what she was doing to herself. 

She heard Tom instruct her to attach the next clothespin and she reached nervously into her purse to find it, suddenly realizing that the purse was falling off the bench. Her other hand automatically reached out to grab it. In doing so the folded paper fell to her lap and her partially opened blouse was visible with the cleavage exposed three quarters of the way down her breasts. As she recovered she looked up and the older man's eyes were staring at her exposed cleavage and bulging blouse. 

While her breasts had been a C cup when she was young, the extra weight had added to their voluptuousness. She grabbed the paper and lifted it into place trying to cover the open blouse while making an excuse about losing her balance. He slowly looked away, going back to his reading, occasionally looking up to see if he could get another view of her lush breasts. He noticed how exposed her legs had become with the recent struggle to recover the purse. Her thighs were somewhat pale and her skirt was barely covering her panties. Feeling flustered she refused to attach the second clip although she told Tom that it was attached. 

Suddenly she looked up and the man across from her stood and said, "Good morning." He asked if it was ok if he joined her, moving himself over before she ever had a chance to respond. 

Bonnie did her best to mask her surprise and stammered, "Good morning," in return, and hugged the paper to her chest covering her blouse. 

"I need to face away from the glaring sun," he said. "It irritates my eyes and I am trying to read." Maybe he hadn't seen as much as she thought. 

"No, its fine, feel free to sit here," she said as her voice started to calm. 

He seemed harmless and even looked older than she had first thought. Bonnie couldn't figure out what to do. If she moved the paper he would see and if she kept it against her chest it would seem strange. Suddenly Tom's voice came over the earphone. 

Tom's voice spoke in a tense tone. He must have heard the exchange. "What's going on," he said. 

She couldn't talk and he seemed to realize that her situation had changed. He told her to clear her throat if someone was close by. She responded and the message was clear to Tom. He instructed her to do it again if it was the older man that she was speaking to. She cleared her throat once again.

"Are you safe? If so clear your throat again." She coughed a little making the message clear to Tom. 

He told her that she could turn her back to the man and discretely remove the clothespins, which she did immediately. As soon as she righted her position she realized that her blouse was still well opened for the older man's viewing. He stared openly at her large breasts. Her face flushed and her nipples hardened. The older man could see her breathing faster each time she shifted. Every move gave him a new view of her beautiful body and made his sexual interest grow. 

As she pretended to pick up her paper to read, the gentleman shifted his position and seemed to slide closer. Suddenly he spoke, making small talk about the weather and the beauty of the park. She stammered as she responded, trying not to look him in the eye. 

Tom instructed her to cross her legs and as she did her already short skirt slid further up, exposing much more than she would have normally wanted. As she shifted her legs once more the man's hand suddenly moved over across her lap, nearly touching her mound through her skirt. 

"Oh," she gasped.

"You seem to have dropped this," he said picking up a clothespin from her lap and handing it to her. 

She tentatively looked at him, and with no explanation, took the clothespin. Her face flushed bright red. As he withdrew his hand it slid across her bare thigh, fingers lightly touching the skin where the skirt failed to cover her. She pulled back a bit spreading her legs as she moved. She drew a deep breath realizing he could probably see her panties. 

Tom's voice came over the earpiece and asked if the man was touching her, and she responded, "Yes," a bit too loudly. 

The gentleman smiled and assumed she wanted him to touch her again and placed his hand on her leg. She was frozen not knowing what to do, while simultaneously feeling excited about his touch. She tried to push his hand away but as soon as she stopped he continued his advances. He rubbed her leg with one hand while pretending to read his book. His hand travelled up and down her thigh finally allowing his fingers to go to the inside and simultaneously pushing her skirt the short distance up to her panties. Tom asked if she was enjoying the man, and all she could do was clear her throat. 

Tom laughed in a sinister way relishing the thought that she had no idea that he was watching from a nearby perch. 

After a few minutes of play, and without looking at her, the older man's hand moved up to the opening of her blouse. His fingers easily reached in and touched her nipple sending electricity through her body. He thought he could feel the ridges made by the clothespin. He latched on to her nipple and whispered that she should spread her legs a bit more. She was scared, her voice frozen, not knowing what to do. He squeezed her nipple once and then again a little harder. Her body responded with a start, legs spreading compliantly. Bonnie hoped that someone would come to save her from this awkward predicament. She was not sure how far she could go. 

Bonnie spoke, in a frantic but unconvincing voice, "My husband will be coming back any moment." 

The older man chuckled and said, "Maybe he would like to know about how you have exposed those large breasts for me to see. Maybe he would like to know what a horny little wife he has." 

Tom's voice came over the earpiece and spoke firmly to her, while watching every move from his vantage point. He told her to do exactly as the man asked. "Do you understand?" She cleared her throat. 

The older man pushed his book aside and took his other hand and returned to her leg, sliding her skirt up. A tear came down her face and at the same time Bonnie felt her juices running down between her legs; a wet spot was appearing on her panties. 

He moved his hand up and down her thigh and soon any thought of resisting felt like a lost cause. She argued to herself that he couldn't go much further in public place. Yet his fingers pulled her blouse open and with her breasts hanging fully exposed, he tugged her nipple making her breast shake and making the nipple stiffen. Looking down at her body and watching his hands doing these things sent a rush of excitement making her realize that she had fully surrendered. 

Suddenly she arched her breast forward seeking more of the same. His hand reached up to her panties and he could feel the outline of her puffy lips and the heat being generated by her excitement. He pinched and then tugged one lip gently through the sheer thong. He didn't pinch hard enough to make it hurt but enough to make her realize how much she wanted to be touched. Each tug and pull moved her closer to losing complete control. As he pinched each lip with one hand the other hand tugged on her nipples making her moan lightly. She leaned on one of her hands and with each touch she started to lift her hips slightly. 

Soon he slid her panties aside exposing her wet and trimmed pussy. He fingered some of the moisture over her clit and then easily slid two fingers into her wet pussy. She exhaled as he pushed them all the way inside and then slid them back out. Her skirt was now up around her waist, legs splayed and her red panties pulled aside exposing her completely. Moisture ran down into the crack of her ass. Her nipples had knotted with the excitement and her breasts started to sway and shake as he fingered her harder. Her ass cheeks were rubbing against the rough bench as she moved and she lifted her hips pumping against his fingers. Her orgasm started rolling over her body and it was too late to think about anything now. He instructed her to pump her hips harder and as she wanted nothing more than to please him. She felt the second wave of her orgasm and suddenly her eyes were jolted open by the sounds of loud voices approaching.



A Walk on the Wild Side



Ahhh...what a BEAUTIFUL day it is. Warm, sunny, Southern California. Nothing like being high in the mountains and hiking and camping alone with you. Alone. Nobody to interrupt our passion.

You see, we've planned this trip for a long time. Find somewhere that nobody ever goes, and then spend a whole week frolicking around, naked most of the time, soaking up the sun. Making out, licking, fucking, sucking, letting our wildest outdoor fantasies come true!

We've hiked in quite a ways into the middle of nowhere using my GPS, and found a beautiful grassy spot alongside a small creek. Just big enough to splash around in, wash up in, and provide a warm romantic atmosphere. We set up our oversize tent, big so we'd have plenty of room to play indoors if we wanted or needed to!

The first evening was divine!! A nice BBQ dinner, desert, coffee, and making love out under the stars. Now, just exactly why did we bring the tent??? 

We talked late into the night, and agreed to go for a short hike up along the creek the next day. We were exhausted, and slept like babies that night.

The next morning after breakfast and lots and lots of coffee, we put on our day packs and headed out on our hike. Who knows what we'll find, and frankly, we're open to anything. This trip is so enjoyable. Out here exploring nature, exploring ourselves. Doing whatever we feel. It's such a blessing to be this close to someone, like we are. Free to express ourselves, free to....

And then. We can't believe it! Turning the corner, we come upon a large shaded area that is covered in..moss!! It's a beautiful carpet of green that seems to go on forever! You kneel down and run your hands over it, so soft and...well, furry!! You look up at me, smile that evil little smile, and pat the ground next to you.

In a heartbeat, we're on the ground, moss beneath us, plunging our tongues into each others mouths. We've waited for this place, this moment, for so long, and now it's suddenly upon us. Our passion could not be interrupted...until...what the heck?? We both stop mid-kiss and look around. A wild animal? Something moaning, almost howling. For a moment, we're terrified! Out here in the middle of nowhere. What if....???

And then we hear it, that unmistakable sound of...orgasmic bliss!!! There's somebody else out here fucking! Oh my God! 

Quietly, we look around. We get up slowly, and find what direction the noise is coming from. It's a woman. And she sure seems to be enjoying herself!

We start walking in their direction. Curious. The voyeurs in us..want to see..what is bringing this woman so much pleasure?? We spot them. There is a woman straddled on top of a man, foreigners it seems. German maybe? Yes, German, she's screaming pleasurably, probably saying "Fuck me, fuck me!!" I dunno, but the guttural sounds coming from her mouth sure sound good to me.

She throws her head back in one last time as the final wave of orgasm hits her, and her man cums inside her. What a show!! What a fucking machine she is! (I've heard about those German women!)

As she raises her head back up, she senses she's being watched, and looks our way. A smile passes over her face, and she says something to her spent mate beneath her. He smiles, they talk briefly, and she waves us over, saying something again in German, 

"Well, Baby. Isn't this what we're here for, to explore? Let's go say hi, OK?" You hesitate for a moment, take a deep breath, and then reach for my hand. You look in my eyes, and say softly to me "OK, baby. We'll do this. Whatever happens, know that I love you, and that I am totally giving in to it, OK? I want this too." I smile, and we walk over to meet them.

We touch hands as we arrive at them, he's still inside of her. Her stretchy top is pulled up over her tits. She is covered in sweat, her long brown hair a mess. He looks spent, but has a smile of satisfaction on his face. Big build, but not fat. Quite handsome, I'd say. I'm attracted to both of them.

Communication seems to be a bit difficult, as they don't speak a stitch of English! But we are able to figure out that their names are Ingrid and Hans. We introduce ourselves also. They motion for us to sit down, speaking German, like we're gonna take a Berlitz course sometime today and figure it all out. But they're sweet.

There is touching. She reaches and touches both of our hands, and then he puts his hands there also. We stare into each other's eyes, all four of us. Anticipation and heartbeats are racing. We all understand at this moment that we were meant to be here today, together, for this one day, and that this is more than a meeting of the minds. Much, much more is going to happen here today.

Ingrid takes one of each of our hands, and places them on her ample European breasts. She moans in soft pleasure and closes her eyes. She can't believe that after a fucking so good, this pleasure has come along for dessert!

Her still sitting on top of him, I lean in and suckle her breast. One, and then the other. Your hands have found their way to Hans' chest, running them through his chestnut brown chest hair. He is obviously getting aroused, because he is still inside Ingrid, and she is now starting to slowly grind her pussy up and down and around on his cock again.

Our hands slowly move to cover every square millimeter (they're German, after all...) of their bodies. Caressing, kissing, hugging, licking. It's all about them. It's like a thousand butterflies kissing them at once while they make love.

Hans motions for us to get undressed. My cock is bulging and soaked my underwear clear through my shorts. You are similarly wet, We undress, then stand up to caress each other so they can watch. Now the Voyeurs have become the exhibitionists, and we're loving it. It feels so safe here with them. 

Your hand finds my stiff dripping cock and starts to stroke it, while my hand runs to your sopping wet pussy. Hans and Ingrid are enjoying the show. 

Now Ingrid motions for us to move closer, and when we do, she cautiously looks at both of us, as if asking permission, says something in German (DAMN!! I should have paid attention in High School German!! If I had only known....) 

She places her hand on my cock, looks at both of us, and we nod OK. Then she takes it into her warm wet mouth. OH MY GOD!!! I can't believe this is happening! It feels so good, this strange couple in the middle of nowhere.

Now you're over paying attention to Hans, fondling his balls as Ingrid moves up and down on his cock. You start licking him, his balls, his cock when he comes out on the slow strokes, teasing him. One time he pops out of her, and there you are in a snap, taking it into your mouth, tasting their deliciously strange juices mixed together. Hans moans a deep low moan. You insert his cock back where it came from, and then it's my turn.

I get down and repeat your action, only I'm licking all the way from her back, her ass, her pussy lips, his cock, his balls, his ass. All of it, and it is DELICIOUS!!!!! (Damn, my cock is throbbing writing this now!! -- And I'm on a plane!) Again, Hans' cock slips out (I think it's on purpose), and I am right there sucking on it. Only this time, he's in for a REAL treat! 

I immediately push the entire length of his long, fat cock down my throat and hold it in there. I LOVE doing this. I move my throat up and down on it (just the way I'm gonna do to you with your strap-on, Baby!). He can't believe what I'm doing, and Ingrid looks down in amazement to see what's taking him so long. She stares in disbelief at his cock, buried up to the balls in my mouth. She says something in German that probably means "How can he DO that!! And for so long!!"

Now my eyes are starting to tear up, as they do when I do that for more than a few seconds. But it doesn't hurt, so I continue. You go down and start licking and sucking his balls while I continue this one long deep throat session, bouncing up and down so my tight throat strokes all of him.

Suddenly, I hear a long, deep groan, and I know he's coming. At the exact moment he cums, I pull his cock out, and he sprays both our faces with multiple loads of cum. We are SOAKED in his cum. Wow!!! Ingrid quickly and expertly comes down and starts licking her lover's cum from these two beautiful stranger's faces. She licks every drop, and then kisses both of us deeply.

You reach over and suckle Hans' cock, and he responds quickly. You point to his cock, then to your pussy. Ingrid gets the idea, and gets up to let you sit on him. I LOVE it when you cum sitting on top. Now I'm anxious to see you, for the very first time, fucking someone else's cock and coming multiple times. Wow!!

You lower yourself onto him, and moan deeply. He fills you up, and as you ride him, the orgasms come in waves like the ocean, that never end. You tell me "Lick me Baby, lick me EVERYWHERE!!! I need it NOW!"

And so down I go, licking your pussy lips as you screw him. I am so happy for you, Babe. You go wild when my tongue finds your nasty little slut hole, back door. "Oh, Baby, you think you could fuck me while he fucks me, in my ass?? Huh??" 

You suck on my cock, getting it good and hard. I smear pussy juice on your ass and slowly push inside you. I feel my cock up against Hans', both inside and outside of you. Ingrid is there kissing Hans, caressing you. As we pick up momentum, Ingrid comes around and starts licking both Hans and I from behind. Our balls, our cocks, it feels so fucking GOOD!! Her tongue finds his ass, and he moans. I'm getting close to coming in your ass.

Hans is the first to spurt inside you, when Ingrid has stuck her tongue deep up inside him. She then moves to my ass, and with expert tonguemanship, she makes me explode in you in an instant!! You moan as my load fills your ass also. You're dripping from both orifices, and the look of giddiness on your face is indescribable.

We relax without removing our cocks, occasionally moving to keep them stiff. You say to me "Baby, I gotta pee REAL bad. All that coffee I drank is bursting to get out of me!!!" I'm like "OK, then pee. Pee right there where you are. We're outdoors, it's OK. We'll clean off in the stream later, OK? But don't get up, and don't you DARE let either of our cocks come out of you!! Do it for me Baby, please!! OK???"

You've never done anything like this before. "I'm not sure I can pee with two cocks in me Baby". I reply "Well, just how badly do you need to pee then?" You agree, and your tummy is bulging from all that pee in you, and the two cocks. So then as Ingrid watches from the side, a trickle of dark yellow pee starts to flow. Soon it's a full-blown stream, and unexpectedly you scream and shudder in a violent orgasm. The stream trickles off as your bladder empties fully , and you collapse on top of Hans. Wow!! We thought their show was good!

"Oh, that felt SO fucking good!", you say. "To pee, I really had to go bad. Felt so free, just letting it all go like that. Wow!! And that orgasm, my GOD!! I had no IDEA!! Must have been the pressure of two cocks inside me, and my full bladder, and the flow of the pee. I didn't even touch myself! Wow, Baby...."

Ingrid, that little European slut who will try anything apparently, is on Hans' belly, licking up the pee from his chest, and making an "mmmmm..." sound. She is one happy fucker! They kiss deeply and share your scent.

We all roll off of each other, and lay in the soft moss, feeling it on our skin.

And just as we're about to get up and put our clothes back on, we spy a single hiker woman with a hand down her pants. She has been watching us the whole time apparently, because her face looks all flushed like she just had an orgasm herself. She opens her eyes and sees us looking, then and runs off in embarrassment. We all laugh at the levels of absurdity. People watching people watching people. And showing off for one another. Well, we're glad she got off before she had to "run".

We said our goodbyes to Hans and Ingrid, all kissing each other deeply and hugging, and made our way back down the creek to our camp, exhausted and very, very happy. Holding hands, and with a sweet long kiss, I say "I love you, Baby." You reply, "I love you to, Baby! THAT was frickin' fucking fantastic!!! Thank you so much!!!"

"Did you plan this, Baby? Did you know they were gonna be there?"

"Yes, Baby. I did." I made this all happen for you. But that other chick, I have NO idea who SHE was!!

We laugh and hike off, hand in hand. I love you Baby.