1 comments/ 109855 views/ 10 favorites Public Access Ch. 01 By: Magna12 Last month I reported to my new job. I was hired by a local public access channel to be a handyman, grip and all round helper, including production assistance. I wasn't well qualified, but this was a small time operation in our mid-sized town. The crew consisted of Buddy, the cameraman, and the station manger, Penny. There was a secretary and a radio station guy who nursed the sound boards. We mostly just piped through purchased programs, but we had a couple of local shows. The heart of our own programs was an interview program featuring local guests. Sometimes the guest was an artist, or a gardener or a business person. Usually only a couple of staffers were present for the taping sessions. On day one, Penny showed me around. In addition to my technical duties, I was also talent wrangler and would help guests get ready by applying a little makeup and warning them about attire. Some colors and stripes make the video image go crazy. Then Penny sat me down for a rather special orientation about the female guests. Number one: If the woman wears a skirt, I need to be super careful not to broadcast immodest shots of her legs. If she sits in a way that reveals too much, I'm supposed to alert the cameraman to tighten the shot to just catch her from the waist up. Penny showed me a few bloopers that got them in trouble. Like the time the mayoral debates were telecast between male and female candidates, and as the female was making her points with all sincerity, the audience was being treated to a peek at her floral printed panties. Frankly, that may have gotten her more votes. Number two: Nipple points. Penny herself is a well endowed matronly woman. She has bazooka boobs that must be held up by a great deal of support garments. Her figure is no longer sleek, but those huge boobs still draw attention. She looked me right in the eye, "Bill, it is part of your job to make a quick study of a woman's chest to see if there are any 'appearance' problems. Frankly, too many women today walk around with their breasts and nipples a little too visible." As Penny told me this, my eyes dropped from her face down to her tits. I couldn't help myself. I tried to keep looking at her face, but my eyes kept going down to her impressive rack. She noticed this and just stared back at me, waiting for me to get my eye full. I snapped out of it, "Oh, sorry." "What am I supposed to do about that sort of problem?" I asked. As I asked my question, I noticed that Penny's nipple points were starting to show. I guessed that our discussion was taking a toll on this married woman "of a certain age." She actually blushed and said to me, "Christ, I'm showing, aren't I?" "It's just as well. Now I can show you one way to solve a problem like this." She grabbed a few tissues, folded them and put them inside her blouse and bra. "There, is that better?" I stared directly at her tits. "Problem solved," I answered. "Sorry about that," Penny told me. "We also keep foam cups for this purpose. They're in that drawer over there. Bring them over here." I did as she told me, "Here, you mean these?" "Yes, that's them." She reached back into her bra and removed the tissues then replaced them with the pads. "How's that?" she asked me. The pads made her already big boobs look even bigger. "Just fine," I told her. Penny went on, "If a guest has this problem, tell her directly. She may be a little embarrassed, but just do it in a businesslike way and she'll take it in that same way." "OK, that shouldn't be too hard to do," I said, "But tell me, do you put the pads or tissues directly over your nipples? Or do you sort of put them to the side or underneath?" What an asshole I was being – I knew damn well where they went but I wanted Penny to tell me more. Penny leaned over so I could see down her blouse pretty far. Her bra was one of those big contraptions that must have had a wide support strap in back. "Watch," she said. Then she reached in and removed the pads, first on one side and then on the other. As she handled herself she told me exactly how they were positioned. "Did that show you what you wanted to know?" Penny asked me. "Yes, I think I've got the idea." I replied. It was hard to tell what Penny was thinking about this, but I guessed that she was getting her jollies by feeling her own tits while I was watching her. Back to rule number one. "You said to not let women show their panties on camera?" I asked. "That's right," she said. "Won't Buddy be aware of what he's filming?" "Why do I need to warn him?" "Buddy's been here a long time. He's good at what he does, and there's no way I can fire him if he screws up. But I've caught him peeking at the guests when their dresses are too short. I don't trust him." "OK," I said, "You can count on me. Are there limits I should watch for? For instance, if a woman crosses her legs and her skirt rises up her leg. Should we cut away from that shot, too?" "Use your judgment," Penny said, "Obviously don't let any of her underthings show." "Or, what if she uncrosses her legs and in the process she happens to let them fall apart too much?" Penny kept a businesslike demeanor as she told me, "I try to position the guest so she won't have that problem, but sometimes they wiggle and squirm and forget where the camera is. That's when I need your help." "I'll do my best," I volunteered. "But as an example, the way you're sitting now with your legs crossed, I can see a bit of your white slip. Would that be a problem on camera?" "Oh yes, no undergarments should show at all." As she answered me, she tugged at her skirt to cover herself. I asked, "Women are built so differently. Some have thicker legs and even if they sat with their legs uncrossed nothing would show. Others with slim legs might be a problem." Penny agreed then asked, "And your point is?" "For instance, you could sit without crossing your legs, and I don't think your panties would show." Penny looked sober. I think my reference to her panties made her uncomfortable. "Penny," I asked, "help me with this for a minute. Just sit there with your legs uncrossed." She remained still while I got up and walked around the studio, panning with my hands like a camera to check her from different angles. "The way you're sitting looks fine," I told her. Then I added, "Just to give me a frame of reference, let your legs open a tiny bit and then I'll check again." She looked a little bothered but she played along with me. Did she think I was really doing this to improve my professional judgment? Had she bought in to my sillyness? Or did she know I was playing with her? Her legs parted ever so slightly. I walked around again. "Nothing. All clear." Her legs were not exactly shapely like they probably were when she was a young woman, but they were getting me excited. Her waist was still trimmer than her bust line, so she had a figure. "Once more?" I encouraged. Without uttering a word, and still poker faced, Penny let her legs open farther. Eureka! I could see her little triangle of panty covered pussy. "Penny, what would you say if I told you your panties today are blue?" She immediately pressed her legs together. "I think you're ready," was all she said. And so began my career in television. As luck would have it, three weeks later Penny was out of town and I had to do an interview with a guest from the garden club. The guest, Mrs. Morgan, was a stately woman, tall and mature and slim. Nicely tanned from working outdoors so much. She was a person of good breeding, as they say, and married to one of the town's richest men. Mrs. Morgan arrived early for the interview. It was then that I told her Penny was away and I would interview her. She wore a print floral dress, and sure enough her upper body had the dreaded nipple point problem. I took her to our tiny makeup room and applied a little rouge. "Mrs. Morgan, we'll have to do something about your nipples." She looked down, "My what?" "Your nipples are showing, making visible points in your dress top. It happens all the time. Here we can solve it quickly." In one motion I took a cup pad and swooshed my hand down inside Mrs. Morgan's bra and put it in place myself. I took my time to adjust it properly while I took a few liberties with her. She just sat there gripping the chair arms. Next, the other side. Another few seconds and I'd felt her other nipple and put the cup in place. "There, all set," I told her matter-of-factly. "Oh!" was all she said, and she looked down at herself and then into the mirror. Had I gotten away with a feel-up of one of the town's leading ladies? Hell, I was just getting started. I took her into the studio early to get her used to the room. Buddy was out back messing with the satellite dish. "Mrs. Morgan, we have to be careful about appearances," I said with an authoritative voice, "not just breasts but also a few other delicate things." "Just so our cameraman won't make a mistake, I'll need you to sit and cross your legs." She did. "OK, that's fine. We don't want to show any immodest views, if you know what I'm saying." She looked attentively at me. "Now, uncross your legs," I instructed. She did so as I held out my hands, pretending to pan a camera shot. "Fine, fine, now recross your legs. Good, good, nothing's showing." Then I took it to the next level. "Once we're on the air guests sometimes shift their position and unknowingly reveal too much of their legs or even more. To prevent that, help me with another task." I stepped back again and lowered myself to one knee about four feet in front of her. "Now, uncross your legs." She did. "Just let them stay like that, with your knees pressed together." She did. "Now, slowly let your legs relax. Let them fall apart a little." She did. Nothing was showing although now I could see up her legs pretty far into an inky blackness. "I think you're fine. We're just about done. But we need to measure just how far you can part your legs before we will have a problem. So just gradually separate your legs for me, very slowly....that's it....a little more....keep going...." Almost right away I could see her white panties, but I kept telling her to spread her legs wider for me. It was summer, and she wasn't wearing pantyhose, thank god. Soon I could see the lacy designs on her panties and even make out her bulge of hair covering her pussy. I had taken the liberty of running a camera to record the whole thing. "OK, Mrs. Morgan, you can relax. I think everything will be fine. Thank you. May I get you coffee or tea?" I was thrilled and my cock was wiggling like an excited puppy. Here was a 50ish and stately groomed well-kept house wife and community activist who I had just showed me her panties because I asked her to spread her legs. Not only that, I had fondled her nipples, too. What a great job! Buddy lumbered back to the studio, and we taped the interview without a hitch. Mrs. Morgan smiled the whole time and presented an aura of delight about the whole experience. "Why," she said as we parted, "I had no idea what goes into these programs. You have a very professional staff. "Oh, I almost forgot...." With that she reached into her bra and removed the pads, whispering, "Here you are, and thanks for saving me from an embarrassing situation." "You're welcome," I said, but I was thinking "wel-cum." Penny returned the next week. And life went on. Over the course of the next nine months, we had a few other guests who got "the treatment" from me. When Penny was there, I had to be careful not to alarm anyone when I did the panty check. I even did it once with Penny sitting there watching the whole thing. Every time I got the guest to not just reveal the color of her panties but to spread 'em wider. Each time I had a camera secretly set up to catch the action. Penny may have wondered about me, but we did good work and none of the guests ever complained. I kept everything just on the safe side of vulgar and suggestive. And with Penny present, guests thought everything was routine. I even told her that sometimes I handled the nipple problem personally because the guests either didn't understand the problem or because we were pressed for time. How long could this great gig last? Not long. By the time my annual performance review came up, my secret camera recordings had been discovered by Bubba who turned them over to Penny – after making himself a copy. I didn't know Penny had the recordings when she invited me out to her home for my performance review. I thought it was a nice gesture and indicated that she trusted me and appreciated my work. Wrong. I arrived at Penny's luxurious home expecting to find her husband there, too. But no, he wasn't home, but there were a few cars parked in the loop driveway. Penny opened the door dressed to the nines in rather formal business attire. I had dressed casually even though it was a work day. I thought it would be a casual meeting. Wrong. Once inside, she guided me through her spacious living room and out to a large patio around the swimming pool. And there was Mrs. Morgan, Bubba, and a few other of our previous television guests, all of whom I had violated. Mrs. Morgan, again dressed elegantly, smiled and shook my hand, "Bill, how nice to see you again. I'll never forget our interview at the studio that day." Gulp. I was beginning to feel just a little bit uncomfortable. There were the Hatfield twins who we interviewed about their volunteer work at the hospital. And Mrs. O'Dea whose red panties I'd jerked off to about a dozen times. Maybe Penny had gathered them to give me a special tribute for work well done? Not exactly. I was handed a glass of wine and allowed to mingle and chat with the ladies. "What's this all about?" I wondered. Penny and Bubba were nowhere to be seen. After about twenty minutes, Penny came out from the house and said, "OK, let's come inside and get things started." Everyone walked inside and into the living room where they took seats on the sofas and chairs. A maid circulated and refilled wine glasses. Penny raised her voice, "Everyone, let's raise a toast to Bill for a memorable year." Glasses clinked, and Penny continued, "Bill, we have a special annual review for you. It's just a little something we prepared just for you." The lights dimmed and a DVD started to roll. There I was on camera interviewing Mrs. Morgan, looking professional and like I knew what I was doing. I don't know if the ladies noticed, but I could see my hefty dong stretched way down my pants leg that day. Good ole cameraman Buddy got a shot that revealed the dance in my pants. Then I was surprised when the camera shot focused tightly on my trouser snake. The lady guests giggled. Next was an interview with another of the guests. And again my cock muscle was on parade. More giggling. Obviously, someone had edited the tapes to zoom in on my cock movement. I was starting to sweat. Even as I sat there getting more and more nervous, my dick was responding like a solider snapping to attention. Cum leaked from my pee hole. I knew I was had when the DVD images revealed my secret tapings. Mrs. Morgan's lacy panties, Mrs. Odea's red thigh highs. Assorted long legs voluntarily parting as my voiceover coaxed each one, "That's fine, just a bit more, thank you, can you part them a little more?" By now the room was rocking with laughter. But I wasn't laughing. I was sweating bullets and leaking cum like a busted faucet. The DVD ended and the lights went back up. "Mr. Bill," Penny addressed me, "Did you think nobody noticed what you've been doing?" "After that first day when it was just you and me, I saw what you were up to. In fact, I talked with some of my friends and told them about you. As you can see by the ladies here in this room, we enjoyed it as much as you did." "Unfortunately, I'm going to have to fire you because one of the husbands has complained. So sad." "I can give you a good recommendation for another job in another town, but only if you can take it as well as dish it out." Shit, she had me by the balls. For some reason, I got very stimulated and my cock was bounding around mindlessly in their boxers. Penny picked up a hand held microphone and said, "So, Mr. Bill, we're so glad you could come by the studio today to let us interview you." What? What was she doing? Just then, Buddy appeared with one of the cameras from the studio. Had they arranged to tape a real show? Was I a guest? Or what? Penny took me by the arm and raised me up from my chair. "Bill, you've been here for a year, now. Why don't you tell the audience where you're from?" I looked at her wide-eyed. Was she serious? "Oh, Billy, don't be shy. What can you tell us about your personal interests? For instance, do you like to make ladies show you their panties? Do you like to touch their nipples?" I could tell that Buddy was focusing his camera on my crotch area. And that's were all the ladies heads were focused, too. "Well, Bill, if you won't talk, maybe you need a break. In fact, our cameraman is signaling that there's a problem. What's that Buddy? You say Bill's dick getting hard?" Penny's grip on my arm tightened, as if to prevent me from leaping out of the room. "Cut!" she yelled. "Bill, we need to do a little prep session for you, sort of like you did to our lady guests here today." Giggles erupted and glasses clinked again as they toasted what they were about to make me do. Penny pushed a finger against each of my nipples, "Humm, these are OK. But ladies, where is Bill's problem?" I distinctly heard Mrs. Morgan's voice say, "I think his dick is too hard." "You mean this?" said Penny as she reached around and grabbed my elongated pants pole. I flinched and instinctively drew away from her grasp. "Oh, Bill, that won't do. If you won't stand still, how can we fix your problem?" With that she nodded to Bubba, a large powerful man also of a certain age. Bubba left his camera and came up behind me and forced my arms behind my back. I couldn't move. Bubba seemed to know exactly what to do as if this was all rehearsed. Penny took out my very own make up kit and dabbed rouge on my cheeks, "There, now you'll look better on camera." But we have to do something about that – pointing to my pulsing and shaking pants leg with wet drips seeping through the fabric. She unbuckled my belt, released the waist snap on my trousers, unzipped me, and let my pants fall to the floor. Standing there in just my boxers, the ladies were looking at me and getting an eye full because my dick head was already dangling below the boxers, a big purple bulb of cockhead with shiny threads of cum stretching to the floor. Then she took a pair of scissors and let Mrs. Morgan cut off my boxers entirely, leaving me exposed, with big Bubba forcing me to stand in front of the wives and ladies. All eleven inches was in view, with my heavy balls underneath wagging from side to side. Bubba angled me from side to side so everyone could see my dick. "There's just one solution to this problem," Penny said, "And it's so simple and delightful." The ladies watched as Penny squirted jerk juice on my shaft. Then she slowly spread it all over my cock and oiled my balls. "Bill, all we have to do is milk you, and then you'll fit back into your pants and the viewers won't know a thing." Bubba forced me up in front of the women that I had violated, and each of then had their way with my cock, pumping it or pushing it this way and that way. Mrs. O'Dea gripped my balls and pretended to spank them as she said, "Naughty boy! Naught, naughty, boy for looking up my dress!" Public Access Ch. 01 As I was being forced in front of the women, I saw up their dresses again to peeks of their panties which only made my dilemma all the worse. I was so hard and so turned on that there was no way I could cum, or "be milked" as Penny called it. It was then that I learned a lesson about my own cock. The "maid" turned out to be a hired expert cockswoman. Bubba pushed me into the bedroom and laid me back while the women gathered around to watch. Our little maid came in totally nude and began to work on me with gusto. Her mouth swallowed and sucked on me while her hands worked over my balls. But even she was stumped. "This guy is one hard mutherfucker," she said to the group, "and I don't know if he'll cum tonight." Penny was now ready to bring out the big guns. Her big 'uns. "Oh yeah," she said, "then let's see what he thinks about this. Bill's being dying to see these." Penny started unbuttoning her blouse. I was fixated. The whole room got still and quiet. One button, two, three, all of them. Her blouse opened to reveal a lacy bra with huge cups. Half way down her slope the cups began their work of lifting up her enormous tits. I started to gasp, because I'd fantasized about seeing Penny's boobs for so long. But that was just the tip, so to speak, of the show. "Bubba, do do that voo doo that you do so well," Penny said to our goon of a cameraman. "You see," Bill, "I never told you that Bubba here is my husband." Shit! My mind was already spinning. Bubba. Penny's husband? And with that, big Bubba grasped my eleven thick inches of cock and gave me the hand job from hell while a good dozen of the town's matrons watched him do me. In spite of my resistance, I had to admit to Bubba's expertise. He obviously was a first rate cocksman. I looked over at the petite naked maid with her clean shaven pussy, then over at Penny who was touching her bra with her fingers, tormenting me with the vision and anticipation – while HER HUSBAND was embarrassing me in front of Mrs. Morgan and the others. Penny waited until visible beads of sweat appeared on my forehead. Then she slowly reached back and unclasped her bra. She covered her tits so the bra wouldn't fall down. She smiled at me and asked me to describe her tits. "What do you think they look like, Billy?" Haven't you fantasized about them? You must have pictured my tits and my nipples. Tell us what you saw in your dreams. Tell us." She pressed her unfastened bra cups to her breasts, "What do they look like, Billy?" I couldn't talk normally. Christ, I was being jerked by a gorilla while a tiny naked vixen was there in front of me and all these well dressed women watching me. Finally I gasped, "They're so huge, god, Penny, can I see them?" "Oh, you can do better than that, Billy, tell me what you did to yourself when you thought about my titties." "Big," I gasped, "big brown nipples, big and round and huge!" "Like this?" she said as she let her bra fall. There swaying above me were two of the finest breasts made in the U.S.A. Indeed her nipples were big, but they had elongated points that were sticking out and appeared to be very very excited and hard. I'm sure she was as turned on as I was. "How's it going there, Billy?" "You gonna cum for us now?" For some reason, it was like my dick was a block of cement. It was super hard and wanted more and more before it would surrender its load of semen. I could barely whisper while Bubba forced me to my feet and kept up a merciless stroking pattern on my knob. All I could say to Penny was a whispered, "pussy." "What's that, Billy, what did you say?" Bubba practically threw me over an overstuffed chair, my head down on the seat with my legs curved over the back while my huge cock was pointing to the ceiling. Very very exposed and very easy for everyone to stroke – which they did. "Why Billy, do you want to see pussy?" Penny asked. I practically blacked out at the thought of what was going on. Ladies kept squirting joy juice on my dick and using two hands at a time to push and pull my dong. And now, was a pussy being offered? "Who do you want, dear Billy? Whose pussy will make you cum?" I barely gasped, "Mrs. Morgan." "How about it, Doris, are you willing to let this cheater, this vermin, this asswipe who tricked us all into letting him get his jollies see your pussy?" Mrs. Morgan didn't hesitate. She stood just above the chair where I was being pinned down. Her salt and pepper hair cut into a short well groomed look, she reached down and lifted up her dress. There atop those well toned and tanned legs were the same lacy panties I remembered. Her flat stomach made the bulge of her pubic region look all the more puffy. Suddenly, I felt like a dam breaking in my loins. The sights of Penny's big tits and now Mrs. Morgan's panty covered pussy was doing its work. Mrs. Morgan started to inch down her panties when all of a sudden I released my first rocket of cum juice. I screamed as the first jet of jism launched a couple of feet straight up into the air. Bubba took over. He knew cocks. I was primed, now he would drain me for the girls. The next one started to achieve maximum distance, landing on the little maid's tits. Bubba aimed me like a fire hose while he squeezed my balls for maximum extraction. An upstroke on the cock combined with a firm downstroke on the ballsack empties the cum and increases the distance of the sperm rockets. I closed my eyes in concentration and ecstasy as four, five six, finally fourteen full spurts had ejected up to three and four feet skyward and splattered back down on my chest and all over the chair. My eleven inch gun was smoking. I opened my eyes a looked up pleadingly as Mrs. Morgan redraped her pretty legs, denying me what I most wanted. Her panties back in proper place, she let her dress fall modestly to its proper position. My cock remained inflated and turgid and a little streamlet of cum continued to flow gently. But it laid over on its side like a good boy. Penny took the microphone again, "Well, as we were saying, and now that you're properly prepared for the interview, where did you say you were from?" Everyone laughed as the camera continued to roll, and they all went home with a video copy of today's show. Still naked, with a long limp floppy cock fully exposed to her, Mrs. Morgan walked by me on her way to her Mercedes, "Billy, you slime, if you ever let film of me get out of your hands, I'll use this film of you to get my revenge." Then she reached into her purse, "Before you leave town, give me a call." Public Access Ch. 02 I arrived at Mrs. Morgan's house angry and ready to fuck her lights out. She was no doubt the reason why I'd been fired from my job, and I was going to take my time fucking her to pay for my loss. This was going to be a master class in fucking an old lady with my eleven inch cock. After getting canned from the local television station for taking too many liberties with the female guests, and after being embarrassed by having my boss's husband jerk me off in front of a gathering of the town's notable ladies, I was in a mood for revenge. Mrs. Morgan gave me her card and asked me to call her before I left town, and that's just what I did. Even if she wasn't the one responsible for me getting fired, I wanted to make her pay for it. This tall, lithe and fit 50-something had become my dream, especially when she lifted up her skirt to show me her panties and almost pulled them down. She stopped short and left me drained of all my cum and the laughing stock of my boss, her husband and their guests. When I cleaned out my desk, Penny was in the office but acted like nothing had happened. Her brute of a husband, Bubba, passed me in the hall but didn't say anything. Penny and Bubba had their fun, and I was hung out to dry. All this was swimming in my mind as I rang the doorbell at Mrs. Morgan's fancy house. I assumed she gave me her phone number just so she could get fucked by my big cock, and that thought was what kept me sane after my firing party where everyone else had such a good time. Now would be my time to dip into a high quality pussy and to entertain an MILF who deserved to be screwed by large cocked men. Mrs. Morgan answered the doorbell. "Hi Billy, won't you come in? I see your car is packed." "Yep, it sure is. Can't work in this town any more." "Oh, don't worry, a man like you will surely find work somewhere else where he doesn't have a reputation as a pervert." Her words just added to my hatred of these people. Someone was gonna pay, and it was gonna be Mrs. Morgan in just a few minutes from now. It had been a week since the infamous firing party at Penny's house, and I hadn't begun to get over what happened to me. For the first few days afterward, my cock was sore and hurt when I touched it. Bubba had mangled by mini fire hose and made it do things I never knew possible. The situation had made me so turned on, so angry, so excited, so scared – all at the same time – that even my forced ejaculation didn't bring an end to my condition. A day later, my dick was still half erect, painfully swollen, and continued to reflexively pulse and emit more and more cum. It was like somebody busted the control valve and I couldn't turn it off. Or maybe I was experiencing what women feel who have multiple orgasms. The buzz didn't stop for days. And now here was the lovely and stately Mrs. Morgan, greeting me with a kiss on the cheek and inviting me into her home to fuck her. At least, that was what I thought she had in mind. It had sure been on my mind for a long time. She was once again dressed smartly in a form fitting black skirt, white blouse with a knotted bow at the neck, and a black and white fleck jacket that matched her salt and pepper hair color. I couldn't believe she would call me a pervert and kiss me at the same time. Didn't she know what I was there to do to her? Wasn't she just a little bit frightened of me after all that had happened? I should have thought more about why she wasn't afraid about having me there, shouldn't I? It was a nice day, and she led me through the ground floor and to the patio by her swimming pool. The back yard was private and secluded. Perfect, I thought for a poolside screwing while her hubby was away. "I gave the maid the day off," she told me, "The better to let us get down to the business we need to do together." "Yeah, you're gonna get the business," I thought to myself. "You're gonna get the business end of an angry eleven inch flesh pole that will fill your tank with high test spew, you bitch." But I held my peace and just smiled at her and nodded. "Would you excuse me," she asked, "while I go get into my bathing suit? I'll be right back, honey." I watched her from behind as her tall slender frame with shapely calves and pageboy haircut walked back into the house. If she wants to model in her bathing suit for a while, I'm OK with that, I thought. No need to rush things too much. Hardly two minutes passed and Mrs. Morgan was back on the patio deck, still in heels but clad only in a sleek one piece black bathing suit, cut high on the thighs. Wow, for a woman in her 50s, she had a killer body. There were those tits I'd fondled back at the studio, standard size equipment for a woman her build. Not to large, not too small. My attention was more focused on the slight cameltoe crease between her legs, covered barely by her bathing suit. No tell-tale wisps of pussy hair were visible around the edges to give away her natural coloring, but I hoped she hadn't shaved herself because I like a natural but tended look when I see someone's wife's pussy. "That's better," she said, "Do you like my suit?" "You bet," I told her, "Can't you tell?" She looked down at my pants leg and saw the effect she was having on my dick. "Why yes!" she said, "I can see that you do like my new bathing suit." "You didn't bring your bathing suit, did you?" "Too bad. But why don't you just get out of those clothes and let me have another look at you." Here we go, I thought. In a few I was dropping my boxers and letting my poor cock breathe the fresh air. "Look at you!" she said, "That's what I call a real dick." "And how nice that it's already do hard and big." "Did I do that?" "Yes mam," I replied, "You and your pals drove me crazy last week, and I've been waiting for this moment with you." I moved toward her, but she didn't back away. I put one hand on each of her shoulders, looked her in the eye, and said, "I'm gonna fuck you, Mrs. Morgan. That thought is what's kept me sane all this past week. You know I'm gonna fuck you, don't you?" She didn't reply. She just stood there while I drew her closer to me until the tip of my dick touched her bathing suit. She reached down, moved my erection to one side, and let me move in for a kiss. We embraced and kissed for a long time. The effect of holding this aged beauty was intoxicating. As we kissed, I remembered our first meeting when I touched her nipples and teased her into showing me her panties. Even back then I had wanted to drop the pretense and just go ahead and screw her like a madman. "Come on over here, big boy," she said to me as she walked over to a lounge chair. She lay back invitingly and motioned for me to straddle her. I put one knee on each side of her slender waist and let my pecker, now starting to drip, dangle out bouncing a little as it hovered a few inches over her face. I flexed my cock muscle a few times to make it sway side to side, then up and down, until my dick was slapping Mrs. Morgan's chin and cheeks. She grabbed my dick with both hands and stuck it into her mouth, first licking, then sucking a few inches, then using her saliva to lube me for some rotating hand action on my knob. I could feel the pressure building. "I'll let her do this for a few minutes," I thought, "then I'll undress the bitch and get a look at that pussy she's been hiding." My back was to the house as she kept sucking and fondling my cock. I watched Mrs. Morgan tongue my shaft like an eager starving woman. I didn't hear the footsteps. All of sudden someone grabbed my arms, and I was pulled up off of my lovely prey. My cock was super stiff and I was totally naked. I heard a man's voice saying, "Lookie! Didn't I tell you he had the biggest dick you've ever seen?" I looked from side to side and shit – it was that asshole Buddy on one side and Mrs. Morgan's husband on the other. I'm younger than they are, but these guys had big arms and big guts. They outweighed me by a ton. I was too excited to loose my erection. But damn, I thought I was about to lose another chance to get into Mrs. Morgan's knickers. "God almighty!" exclaimed the mayor, Mr. Morgan. "Honey, you weren't kidding about this guy." "Take him over there," she indicated to the men as they led me to a wall of the patio that had hardware to which was attached arm and leg cuff restraints. Big Buddy held me still while his partner pulled up each of my arms and secured them with the cuffs. Then they each did a leg, pulling them about three feet apart. Mrs. Morgan stood directly in front of me, "You silly stupid sap. Did you think you were going to fuck the mayor's wife today?" She watched as her husband rolled a contraption into place directly beneath me, between my spread legs. My cock had dipped lower and by now it arched outward and then dangled down, still almost its full thirteen inches long. "Oh crap!" I thought to myself when I realized that Mr. Morgan was putting one of those fucking machines under me. Mrs. Morgan affixed a black dildo to the penetrator, then they adjusted it directly under my asshole. Shit! I'd never been ass fucked, but it looked like my first time was about to happen now. Mrs. Morgan applied lubricant to the dildo then flipped the switch to start the machine, and ever so slowly the dildo rotated and rose upward until it touched my ass cheeks. The three of them watched while it drilled me. And as it did, my cock got extremely erect again. A pool of cum gathered on the patio beneath my dick. Bubba had a video camera on me. I guess this was for insurance that I would never reveal what I had done by making the women spread their legs and feeling up their tits. As I was being fucked, the two men undressed. Mr. Mayor had a smaller than average dong, but Bubba had an impressive tool to match his girth. I suppose he made Penny happy with his cock and with his other sexual talents. Jeez, I had thought I was a bit of a sexual perv and was a risk taker to get my jollies. I was a rank amateur compared with these people. Mrs. Morgan put on a dildo belt and looked at me, licking her lips, as her "cock" wagged just above her camel toe slit. The initial pain of the fucking machine had subsided, but the experience on her patio had broken my angry spirit. I was just looking forward to leaving these crazy people in one piece. "OK, boys," Mrs. Morgan instructed her husband and Bubba, "That's enough of that. Bring that big dick over here. I want him to feel my dick." No sooner did she speak than the machine was removed and my arms and legs were released. I was weak from the forced posture and the forced ass fuck. They kept me right there and forced me to bend over for Mrs. Morgan. I saw her feet approach me from behind, then I felt her woman cock poking up into my butt. "So, you thought you'd get to fuck me today, did you?" Mrs. Morgan said, "Well, surprise, surprise, looks like I'm fucking you!" Then I head the glass sliding door open and shut. Who should walk around to greet me but my old boss, Penny. "Damnit," I thought, "How dumb can I be fall into another trap like this?" Penny looked at me and said, "Hi Billy, when are you gonna learn not to fuck with the ladies? You're too eager for pussy, and look where it gets you." The dildo left my asshole, and Mrs. Morgan came around and kissed Penny. Then Mr. Mayor walked around and gave Penny a kiss on the cheek while I saw Penny reach down and squeeze the mayor's cock. Then, a new sensation – Oh shit! Bubba's cock was working its way into me. I heard him groan and moan for a while, then I felt his cock expand and spurt cum up my butt. "I hate to see you like this, Billy," said Penny. "We all agreed a man with a cock like yours shouldn't leave town without a giving us a little more fun. And Bubba here never misses a chance to pile drive a dude. They let me sit down. Ouch! My backside was tender. "Maybe," I thought, "now that Bubba got his rock off and Mrs. Morgan got her revenge, maybe they'll let me rest." To my surprise, all the ass fucking made my dick stay hard. I sat there, legs splayed apart, cum dripping out of my ass, and with a monster stiffie still calling for attention. Penny unbuttoned her blouse. Once again, she stripped off her top and showed us all her mega bra with its mega tits. She reached around and unzipped her skirt and let it fall. An old fashioned girl, she wore a half slip that came off next. She looked fine in bra and panties and thigh high stockings. She kept on the stockings and heels as she reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. This time she wasted no time in letting it fall off. Her knockers swung free as she caressed them, stretched them apart, then squeezed them together. Mrs. Morgan got involved and embraced Penny. What a sight. Penny naked up top and Mrs. Morgan in her sleek black suit, with their arms wrapped around each other. Then it finally happened. Penny got behind Mrs. Morgan and pulled down the shoulder straps of her suit. My dick was throbbing, waving and dancing at the sight. Standing just a few feet in front of me, Mrs. Morgan was being stripped for me to see. Just then the mayor walked over and joined the two ladies. As Penny peeled down Mrs. Morgan's last layer of modesty, Mr. Morgan did the same to Penny. First I saw Mrs. Morgan's breasts, small, tight, with prominent nipple tips. Her waist was trim and shapely, then the first wisps of her pussy hair came into view. My attention was focused! At the same time that her pussy was exposed, with her puffy lips so easy to see, I also saw Penny's pussy, too. Hers was fully haired so I couldn't make out her cleft or slit. The two women embraced and kissed again, then Penny laid Mrs. Morgan down on the diving board and began a pussy licking master class. Bubba nursed his pecker back to an erection, and after his wife had worked Mrs. Morgan into a lather, he picked her up and lowered her onto his dick knob. Meanwhile, the mayor was fucking Penny. Mr. Morgan looked at me, "Don't worry, son, Bubba and I are just loosening up the wives for you." At last! I felt assured that all my pain and bother was going to be worth it. I stroked my pole as I watched and was sure that in a few minutes I'd be getting my share of pussy from these very foxy women. The siren I heard in the distance came to a halt in front of the Morgans house. In a flash, a uniformed policeman burst onto the patio. "I got your message and came as soon as I could, Mr. Mayor," said the officer. The mayor stopped fucking Penny, but Bubba just looked up and grunted while he kept screwing my Mrs. Morgan. Mayor Morgan pointed to me, "There he is. He's the intruder. Get his ass out of here!" Mrs. Morgan looked over at the policeman and said, "Hi Jim. Are you and Gail coming over tomorrow?" "Hi, Doris," he answered, "Sure thing. See you then." In two shakes, my surprised ass was in the back of a patrol car, naked with a dangling unsatisfied cock, and my sore ass was on the way to jail. Public Access Ch. 03 Damn! Was this whole town controlled by the mayor and the Morgans? My sorry ass was being dragged off to jail because I liked to sneak peeks of ladies' panties. Penny and Mrs. Morgan had made me pay ever since they found out what I was up to. Now their husbands were busting my ass, and even the chief of police was in on it, too. I was too exhausted, disappointed and surprised to complain. Naked, blue balls with a floppy cock that just minutes before was about to penetrate two wives, I resigned myself to having been outwitted again. One of the officers tossed me a blanket. At the station house I covered myself and was led passed the desks of police men and women and into the jail. I was tossed in a cell with two old men. I sat on a bunk with my head in my hands. The blanket fell open revealing my still long dong hanging down over the edge of the thin mattress. I felt yet another pulse of cum as it emitted from my dick hole. The old men looked at it. The blue balls were gonna cause pain if I didn't drain my crankcase. What the fuck? I lifted up my dick shaft and began to stroke it while the old men watched me. It had been a very hard day. After anticipating getting to fuck Mrs. Morgan, then getting ass fucked by a machine, then seeing Penny's big tits again plus a pussy parade, I was way past having a quick trigger. I could tell this ejaculation would take some time and effort. Pretty soon a guard saw me and stopped to watch. He motioned for one of the female guards, and she watched me, too. Who cares? I needed relief or else the accumulated buildup of cum would hurt every time my balls clanged together. I had no slip juice, so I had to go about it the old fashioned way, with a firm grip and long strokes that pulled the skin up over my cock head then stretched it down as my fist descended the long pole. Enough cum was leaking to lubricate me a bit. All I wanted to do was milk my dick. I didn't want to impress anyone with a fireworks show of spurting cum. So when I finally felt the surge inside me, I just stopped handling myself altogether, rested back on my elbows and watched the juice pulse out like a little pump was inside of me. The cum just kept coming. Pulse after pulse sent it up and out, just a few inches at a time, splat, splat, splat. Then the pulses ceased and a low volume but steady flow finally drained me. The old cell mates said nothing but watched it all. Then they rolled over in their blankets and went to sleep. The guards tipped their caps. Only then did they deliver my prison clothes. The next morning I was allowed to shower and told that a hearing would be held that afternoon. But that morning I would be questioned by a police officer. I was taken, in cuffs, to an interrogation room. I sat there alone. Then the door opened and in came a police women. She was dressed in civilian clothes, pants suit and sensible shoes, and had a short haircut. In her hand was a folder. "Mr. Johnson," she began, "your file says you were arrested for trespassing and breaking and entering and malicious mischief." "What's the story?" I looked at her and thought, "Yeah, right, like she's not in on all this, too?" I didn't have a chance, and I knew it. Besides, if things got ugly, no doubt Penny and the mayor would release my old videos of women spreading their legs and I'd be in even more trouble. Plus, not only did they have all the evidence, they had film of me getting forcible jerked off by Bubba and getting butt fucked by a machine. They had all the cards. All I had was a sore and pussy-starved pecker. "I was set up," I told her. "It wasn't a crime. I was a guest. But what the hell, if they press charges how can I defend myself?" "We've got witnesses who say you were caught intruding," she said. "They said you threatened to rape the women and undressed. We've got descriptions of your penis. Says here that you revealed an exceptionally large penis and threatened to break up a private party." Then she closed the file folder and looked across the table, "Mr. Johnson, we're going to need to see the evidence." "If you cooperate, things will go much easier for you." Who was I to resist? With my hands still cuffed, I had to wiggle and struggle to pull down the prison trousers and boxers. She stared at my limp dick. "Is that how it looked on the day of the crime?" "There was no crime!" I shouted at her. "Mr. Johnson, I'm just repeating what's in the report." "Settle down." The brief exchange of anger had an effect on my dick. Maybe the irritation caused by yet another woman who had her way with me was making me get an erection. My cock clearly was growing. "Put it up here on the table," she indicated. I lifted my dick onto the top of the table but let my balls hang down. Touching myself and resenting this bitch's insinuation were causing the cock in front of her to grow bigger. She touched it with her ball point pen just as a bead of cum appeared at the tip of my dick. The bead grew larger and then oozed onto the table top. She reached for a ruler that was next to a stapler and three-hole punch and set the rule down alongside my pecker. It was at nine inches by then. Then ten. Finally eleven. I was surprised that my cock would get hard under such conditions. The detective wasn't particularly attractive, but her questions made me want to fuck her like I wanted to fuck Penny and Mrs. Morgan to get back at them for what they'd done to me. She noted in her notebook, "Suspect has eleven inch penis." Then she laid the ruler across my shaft, "And three inches in diameter." "Thank you, Mr. Johnson. We'll take this information to the prosecutor and the judge and have a meeting with the plaintiffs. Sentencing guidelines for your crimes are five to ten years, but maybe a settlement can be reached. She nodded to a window, and immediately two uniformed policemen entered and took me by the arms. I didn't have time to modestly put my dangling dong away as they hustled me out of the room and down the hallway past several female officers, and back to my cell. Those poor old guys just stared at me again. They let me rot there for three days before I finally saw an attorney. He was a state appointed public defender, and I didn't expect much in the way of Perry Mason quality. "Hello, I'm Frank Stiles, and I'll be your advocate." "I've read your file." "Looks like an open and shut case unless you have something to say." "Frank, do you really want to hear the whole story?" I asked. "Try me," he answered. So for the next forty five minutes I gave him every detail of my life in this crappy town. He didn't react or interrupt me. "And you expect a jury to believe that?" he finally said. "The mayor, his wife, our public television organization all involved in a wild sex story?" "Tell you what -- tomorrow I will meet with the plaintiffs and see what they want to do. Maybe we can work out something." The next day, after the meeting between the parties, my lawyer met with me again. "Mr. Johnson, I think we have an agreement that can greatly reduce your time in jail." "The other parties have agreed that if you plead guilty you will only serve six months, but on the condition that once a week you are to be released to do compensatory duties for the aggrieved parties." He added, "The judge has reviewed and approved the plan." I stared at him. Blinked. "Compensatory duties?" I repeated. "Hell, I don't know. Mow their lawns? Paint their garages? Who knows? You'll be supervised at all times." "Where do I sign?" I asked. That was it. I was doomed but only for six months. I could survive. A week passed and my cell door opened. Standing there was the female detective who had questioned me and measured me. "Mr. Johnson, today is your first day on the outside to comply with the terms of your sentence." My hands were cuffed and I was led down the hall and out to an unmarked patrol car, still dressed in my prison issues. As I suspected, the car parked at the mayor's home. The detective ushered me in through a back door and took me to an upstairs room. She used her cell phone to confirm that we were there. It was the middle of the afternoon, and I could see out a window that lots of cars were parked in the front of the house. I could hear voices downstairs. Unknown to me, but known to the detective, Mrs. Morgan had organized a fashion show party for about dozen of the other leading ladies of the town. A designer flew out the latest dresses in several sizes for the ladies to try on and model for each other. He also included a selection of lingerie. To put on the garments, each woman used the bedroom next to the room where I was detained. The hallway door was ajar so I could catch a glimpse of them coming in and out. There was a door between the rooms with a keyhole. I nodded my head toward the door and asked my faithful flatfoot, "Mind if I take a peek?" She motioned that it was OK, "But don't get any ideas," she added. I knelt down and peered through the old fashioned keyhole. A stranger I'd never met before was taking off her dress. She walked around in her girdle and big factory worker bra then put on a dress to model, lipped her shoes back on and left the room. That was fun. Five minutes later another woman entered the room. She was much more attractive and when she undressed I saw her sexy panties and garters before she covered herself again and went downstairs. One after another, I got a peek at a bunch of women. Between these little shows, the detective asked, "So which do you like better, seeing women in panties or without their panties?" I smiled and looked over at her. "What do you think gives me a hardon?" "I could make you take off your clothes and see for myself," she snickered. Just then Mrs. Morgan herself came into our room. She saw me at the keyhole, "You naughty boy!" "No wonder you get into trouble and have to be watched." She looked at the detective, "Tina, we're about ready." She handed her a small suitcase. Then without warning, Mrs. Morgan said, "Oh, Tina, would you help me with this?" She raised up her skirt to her waist and showed us both her long thigh high stockings, "I've got a twist in my stockings. Can you straighten it out for me?" "Sure think, Mrs. Morgan," said Tina as she got down on one knee and handled Mrs. Morgan's leg, smoothing the nylon and stretching each stocking upward while my old nemesis stood there, looking at me while Detective Tina played with her lower extremities. "Thank you, Tina," said Mrs. Morgan as she dropped her skirt back down. "Bring him down when you're ready." Tina opened the suitcase and took out three sets of men's underthings. First was a set of nylon pajamas. Then silky boxers. Finally, what looked like a weightlifter's outfit with shoulder straps and tight fitting lower leotard. "Here," she flung the pjs at me. "Put these on." I reminded her that the cuffs were in the way. She unlocked them and reminded me that she wore a pistol. I undressed while Tina watched me. Viewing the undressed ladies in the next room and seeing Mrs. Morgan's legs again had inflated my cock to a rubbery stiffness. Once in the pjs, she led me downstairs and into the living room. There were all the ladies, some I recognized from my peeping earlier. Mrs. Morgan announced, "Ladies, ladies, we have a special treat today. We've arranged for a showing of some of the things available for the men in your lives." Amid a few, "Ooohs and aaahs," I stepped into the center of the room. Mrs. Morgan directed me, "Be a good fellow and parade around a bit for us, won't you?" I bit. My arms went out to the side, and I twirled around and walked this way and that so the ladies could get a good look. There in the back corner of the room was that damned Penny. She leaned against the wall and watched. I wondered, "Was Bubba, the human cock pump, here too?" What all were these ladies going to see today, I wondered. Surely, after all they'd done to me they wouldn't let me alone now with just a virtual strip show. Mrs. Morgan said, "OK, thank you. Why don't you go change into the next item?" Tina accompanied me in and out of the room, her hand discretely inside her jacket and firmly holding the grip of her service weapon. I went up and changed into the boxers. Immediately there was a problem caused by what I call the dangle factor. My dick was already too long to be hid by the boxers. Detective Tina to the rescue! She reached into her purse and pulled out a roll of masking tape. "Drop 'em," she ordered. I pulled down the boxers. Tina handled my cock. She pulled it across my abdomen and strapped it there with the tape. Two bands of tape did the trick. Now the boxers covered me just fine, except for my balls which clanged around almost down to the edge of the pants leg. Down we went for a second showing. I was naked to the waist, with the shinny boxers on display for the ladies. I was enjoying their stares and began to feel the tape start to give way as my dick got harder. When I was done, I gave a little bow to the ladies and just then the tape let loose. My bulby dick head fell down below the edge of the boxers. For an instant, all eyes in the room looked down and saw what was happening. I raced to the stairs and to the safety of my detective. We got back to the bedroom laughing. It felt good to finally hear her laugh. I put an arm around her waist, drew her toward me, and said, "Why don't you let me fuck you, then you can just say that I escaped?" She reached into my boxers for what I thought was going to be a little feel, but I screamed as she ripped off the tape. "Don't try anything funny," was all I heard as the pain made me cringe. The next item was hard to squeeze into. It was flattering but it revealed every little detail. My bulge was difficult to manage. Tina and I worked on it, trying to figure out if my cock should be tucked this way or that. Finally, it seemed best to fold it in half and under my balls which were also contained in the small crotch area. Frankly, it looked like a couple of squirrels were wrestling down there. Once in front of the ladies, it only got worse. It got worse partly because some of them were letting me see up their dresses. Here and there I was getting peeks of their panties and lots of nylon covered legs. Surprise, surprise! In came both Mrs. Morgan and dear old Penny, clad only in silky form fitting teddies. One of them came to each side of me. Detective Tina was stationed near the door to prevent me from bolting. Standing on each side of me, Penny and Mrs. Morgan put one hand on my shoulder and with their other hand they toyed with my torso and chest, running their fingernails against my skin and over my nipples. Then I felt their hands caressing my buttocks. "Well, ladies, just think how fashions like this can help your marriage life," said Mrs. Morgan. Penny said, "My husband might look a little silly in this, but I can dream, can't I?" Everybody laughed at the thought of lumpy Bubba in a leotard. Needless to say, my bulge was way out of hand. My dick was swelling. The ladies kept petting me and nibbling my ears. I put an arm around each of their waists and braced for an embarrassment. My dick pushed harder and harder against the stretchy nylon until finally a droopy ball fell out of each side. Then, "Boing!" my whole cock found release and popped out to the left, toward Mrs. Morgan's side. Without skipping a beat, she reached down and cradled my dick in her hand while Penny played with the ball on my right side. As usual, the faucet was turned on and I began dripping while the audience stared and watched the show. Detective Tina then passed around a vase with slips of paper in it. Each woman reached in and took out a piece of paper. When all had taken a turn, she said, "OK, who's the winner?" The oldest lady in the room, the ugliest and the only one bordering on fat excitedly yelled out, "It's me! It's me!" Mrs. Morgan said, "Congratulations Marie, he's all yours." The two satin clad ladies whose pussies I had been dreaming of all these weeks introduced me to Marie, "Here you go, Marie, Detective Tina will make sure you're safe." Tina walked over to me and cuffed my hands behind my back while Marie struggled to get up off the sofa. They walked, me in tow, out on the poolside deck where I'd been tortured so recently. As we left the room, I could hear the party breaking up and the ladies starting to leave. Tina unlocked my cuffs, forced me to kneel down at the end of the diving board and cuffed my arms under the board. My cock and balls were exposed and hanging down for milking. Marie oiled her hands and started to work on my like I was a bovine. She was an expert, not unlike Bubba. Even if she was not a looker, Marie sure knew how to please a man. Back near the doorway, I saw the light of Mrs. Morgan's cigarette as she watched from a distance. Once again it looked like I wasn't going to get any pussy for my poor starved peter. But whose complaining when strong hands are forcing the cum out while my police friend watched? I groaned as cum found its way from deep inside me. All of sudden Marie gripped the base of my cock so hard that the flood of semen couldn't escape. I thought I was going to explode. She held me there for at least a minute while every muscle in my cock strained for relief. It passed and she released my boner. "Now, he's ready to fuck me," she said to Tina. Tina unlocked my cuffs. I just lay there, tired and dazed. "Come on, Romeo," said Tina, "Your Juliet awaits." I slowly got up to a standing position and looked around to see Marie, with her dress hiked up and her panties around her ankles. She got them off and spread her legs as she lay back on the diving board. After dreaming of sweet pussies, here was chubby Marie with huge hairy cunt lips folded apart, waiting for my dick to plunge into her. Hell, I was ready for anything. In two shakes I had entered her pussy and was leaning forward to force my dick deeper. She was nothing much to look at, but I no longer had the luxury of choosing my pussies. I'd fuck whatever I was told to fuck. And fuck her I did. It was my first pussy fuck for a long time. That day, that week, the whole past month had prepped me well to fuck her lights out. She laughed out loud while I pumped her full of cum. With each piston pump into her, my cum spurted out of her full pussy and draining onto the patio. Immediately after I shot my last load, Detective Tina cuffed me and stood me up. My dick bobbed and waved as she led me away, past Mrs. Morgan and Penny, and to the car. Once again, I was riding in the back of a police car, naked, dick drooping over the seat, on my way back to jail.