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Riding the El

By: No Panty Girl



It was after two in the morning and we were heading home to Skokie. I was in a foul mood because my husband George didn't want to pay for a cab and we were riding the "L" train.

When we boarded the train we were greeted by a passed-out drunk sprawled across one of the long side seats. There were two other couples in the car, a young blonde and her boyfriend necking and a middle age colored couple. 

"Let's sit over here Mary." George said. We took a seat away from the other occupants. 

The train came to a stop at the next station and the doors slid open. Two obviously inebriated guys entered our coach. They were both mid-forties casually dressed obvious returning from a night of carousing. One was a bushy hair white guy and his partner was a big powerful looking black man. 

As soon as they boarded the train the two new arrivals begin mistreating the passed out drunk. My husband George never being one to know when to keep quiet begin to tell off the troublemakers.

"Leave the guy alone!" George called out.

The two looked in our direction.

"What's it to you?" the white guy asked.

"He's not bothering you." George persisted.

"No, but you are." The black man remarked and started walking toward us. "That's a pretty looking wife you got there."  

Now I am not a beauty queen. At thirty-two I still had a good figure and my breasts were full and firm.

"Stand up!" the black guy ordered stopping in front of me.

I looked around, the other occupants of the coach just sat and watched, George was finally quiet.

Obediently I stood not wanting to aggravate the situation. Brazenly he hiked up my skirt and yanked my panties down exposing me to everyone.

"Nice pussy." He said.

His buddy had joined him wanting to get in on the action. "Does she like to suck cock?" he asked George.

George knew I did not suck cock. All the times he had begged me I had never taken his cock in my mouth.

"She's a lady." George answered indignantly.

"Show her what you got for her Mike." The white guy said to his black buddy.

Mike opened his zipper and pulled out a monstrous black erection. Everyone looked in awe at his unbelievably big black meat. Surely he did not expect me to try to suck that?

"Wrap your lips around that." White guys said.

George began to object but the white guy just drove him in the stomach. George collapsed like a house of cards.

"Suck it bitch!" he ordered.

George sat silent as I fell to my knees in front of the black cock. I reached out and took his cock in my hand; it had weight and felt as if I was grabbing a baseball bat. I lowered my mouth to the shiny bulbous head. It was impossibly big as I stretched open my mouth as wide as possible.

Everyone watched hypnotize as his cock slid into my mouth.

It was the first cock I had ever taken in my mouth and it felt even bigger than it looked. All I was able to stuff in was the massive head and his foreskin.

Mike grabbed the back of my head and begins to skull fuck me. Out of the corner of my eye I could see George eyes wide-open watching the big black cock being forced down my throat. 

Naturally I begin to gag with the enormous foreign object being rammed into my windpipe. Mike offered me no respite as he tried to get the full length of his cock into my head.

"Jesus Christ, she's a natural born cocksucker!" Mike's buddy exclaimed.

George just sat there watching the black bull getting what he had so desperately wanted.

While I was struggling with Mike's cock his buddy approached me from behind. Lifting up my skirt he uncovered my bare ass, my panties having been taken from me. I sensed him getting down on his knees behind me and felt his cockhead prodding between my ass cheeks. He soon found my damp opening and slid into me. I had two strangers' cocks in me with five people watching.

I couldn't believe it; my husband was just sitting there while two strangers' cocks ravished me. I knew it would be only moments before the black man ejaculated in my mouth.

Having never sucked a cock before I did not know what to expect. Would he come in one burst? How long would he come for? What would it taste like? 

Oh God how I wanted George to stop them!

My answers came in a tidal wave of salty slime. I never imagined there would be so much cum. Three huge surges came in rapid succession, each a mouthful in itself. The gooey brine leaked out of my mouth between my lips and the shooting cock. Cum was sliding down my throat on its way to my belly.

George watched the cum dripping from my chin as the guys in my pussy groaned as he contributed his load into me.

Then something strange and totally unexpected happened, I had an orgasm. 

Just as Mike's spent cock flopped out of my mouth my climax broke loose. I was further humiliated by screaming out the ecstasy brought on by a stranger's cock.

"Oh yes! Yes!" I howled as George and the others watched amazed. 

I am sure my husband could see the delight in my face as the stranger creamed into me. I had that stupid look of sheer bliss as the orgasm caused my entire body to tremble.

At that moment I decided I was going to be their whore. If my husband didn't want to defend my honor I was going to be a slut and try to enjoy my ordeal.

Trembling I rose to me feet and stood defiantly before all. Unfastening my blouse I pulled it open and yanked my bra aside allowing my bare breasts their freedom.

The white guy grinned seeing my boldness and swallowed my left nipple. With my tit being sucked the two finished stripping me until I was naked between them.

I became the filling in a fuck-sandwich. Mike slid into my cunt while his white friend forced himself into my ass. I was almost lifted off the floor suspended on the two cocks.

I bounced up and down on their cocks my face twisted in rapture as I loved it and didn't care who knew.

"Fuck me you bastards!" I pushed them.

I was too busy to notice the train had made another stop and more passengers were boarding. Three more punks out looking for trouble were surprised as they entered the coach and saw me naked taking two cocks.

"Well, looks like our lucky night!" one of them said.

George was horrified as he could foresee what was about to happen.

When I realized two more potential attackers had joined us I had to decide to return to being the victim or to be gang-banged in front of everybody.

"Reinforcements have arrived guys!" I grinned.

The new arrivals watched impatiently until Mike and his friend erupted in me. The sensation of the big black cock exploding inside of me and cum pumping into my ass was like lighting the fuse on a skyrocket.

"Oh fuck!" I screamed as my orgasm took me.

George watched trembling as I dismounted the two spent cock with cum leaking from my openings. Cum streamed down my legs as the two replacements approached me.

The replacement cocks slid into me like hot knives into butter. My sloppy openings accepted them like celestial black holes. Once again I was getting double-fucked.

George watched terrified as he watched his conservative wife trembling with two strangers' cocks in her. He never realized what a slut he was married to. He found himself being strangely turned on as his wife writhed on the cocks.

I was so drenched in cum now I could hear the cocks squishing in my sloppy holes.

"Oh yes, yes!" I encouraged my replacement cocks.

The two unsuspecting guys did not realize they had walked in on a bitch in heat. I needed fucking and cocks pumping jism into me to extinguish the fire that was consuming me.

When I finally made it into my bed that night a passed out almost immediately.

The last thing I remembered before going to la la land was George licking my pussy.

Riding the Gauntlet Ch. 01



Chapter One : The Harem

Lea was a young woman of the Horalle tribe, a tribe that wandered the plains, finding food and shelter for their herds of cows and horses. They were known as the best for raising and training horses for the mighty Brukeval, King of the Plain lands. His mighty empire was rich and strong, and he ruled all people in his domain with harshness and cruelty. It was said that his city even had new inventions from northern lands, the kind that Lea's people could hardly understand -- they and their people had hardly changed in many centuries of wandering with their horses.

One day, the leader of her tribe had his men gather together the horses that would be brought to the city for trade, for things like metal cookware, silks, foodstuffs, and some of the new things, like cooking stoves that used large batteries that were one of the new inventions at the King's city.

Lea was an orphan and had been raised with the leader's children until she became of age and was lodged with the other young woman of her tribe. All unmated women of her tribe shared the maiden's lodge, with some of the older women who no longer had mates, and it was they that taught the young women all they would need to know to be good mates for a man of their own tribe someday. 

It was a surprise for Lea to find out that she would be one of the women chosen to accompany the men to the city. Usually it was only the older women who would make the trip, cooking and caring for the men whose duty it was to herd the horses that would be traded. The maidens of her tribe were rather isolated from others until they were mated to a man that the leader had chosen for her. But she was pleased and excited and nervous all at once, wondering what a great city would look like.

Lea traveled for many days with her people until the city came into sight. It was huge! Large, stone walls surrounded a massive amount of space where there were many, many people. Lea had never seen so many different people. There were many already set up outside of the walls, selling their goods. She had never seen so many things in her life. So many glorious colours of cloths and silks, pins and needles and threads of many colours, pots and pans and dishes and furniture were everywhere, and the people all were yelling and shouting to get attention to what they had to sell.

The leader of her tribe had left most of his men with the horses quite a distance from the city. Lea knew this was because the animals would have been very frightened and difficult to control to try to bring them through this crowd into the city. She wondered why she was allowed to join the leader as he entered the city gates, but was fascinated and frightened too by the many sights. 

After a short time walking, her leader and one of his men went to a large stone dwelling, ducking inside. Lea waited outside with the other two men that had come along. She was glad of their company, because the noise and the people were frightening, especially some of the strange men that were staring and leering at her. She was dressed simply in a long robe that was tied at her waist, sandals on her feet, and her sleeves hung down long enough that she could cover her hands as well to protect her fair skin from the sun. Her hood she pulled up high to cover more of her pretty face and dark hair from these strange and frightening men. She thought it strange though that her two companions rarely spoke to her, hardly even glancing at her, but they made sure that no other men came near her.

After a short wait, the leader returned outside with a man from the building. He was dressed richly in silks, with gold stones and threads elaborately sewn into the cloth. His head was covered in a rich headdress with small shiny bronze bits flashing in the sun. He looked Lea over, from her head, all down her body to her feet, then reached forward and grasped her chin to better see her face. She was shocked and nervous, but the leader motioned her to be still while this stranger looked her over. The man let go of Lea and began speaking to the leader in a language that she didn't understand. They were haggling, bargaining, Lea assumed for the horses held outside of the walls. They spoke for a time, back and forth, until some agreement was made and a pouch of money was handed over to the leader.

Then the leader looked to Lea. He told her that he had arranged a mate for her! Lea was terrified, she knew none of these people, and this strange man was frightening. She knew nothing of living in a city and wanted nothing to do with it! She began to plead with the leader; she wanted to return to her tribe! The leader's face became hard and he listened to her pleading. He cut her off with a gesture of his hand, and told her that it was done. She would go to King Brukeval as his newest wife! Her mating had secured wealth and prosperity for her tribe and she would be dutiful to her leader and to her new mate. 

Lea tried not to break down in miserable tears. She had had no idea that this would happen to her when she came to the city. She wanted nothing more than to return to her people, but she must obey her leader. She was told to go with the trader, and that he would bring her to the King, and with that the leader and his men walked away, big smiles on their faces knowing how much wealth was in that pouch. She had been sold.

The trader lead her deeper into the city, and she followed in misery, barely looking around at the sites near her. She realized that they were nearing a large wall, and wondered if it was the wall of the city. When she looked up, her jaw dropped. It was a great, beautiful palace! It was massive and golden and pink from the stonework and towering peaks with copper and gold and iron! 

The trader lead her to a door, guarded by two large men wearing only loincloths and head covers, but the cloths were of beautiful silk, with golden chains tying the material closed. They listened respectfully to the trader, and then they were lead inside. 

Lea waited with the trader in a good sized room, stone walls smooth, and there was a pitcher of cool tea and cups waiting. The trader pointed to it and said something in his language, so Lea poured a cup for him and served him. That seemed to be what he wanted as he sat down on one of the sumptuous cushions scattered on the floor. 

After a short wait, an older woman entered the room. She was dressed in silks and was veiled over her face, but she carried herself with pride and strength. They greeted each other as the woman sat, then to Lea's surprise the woman spoke to her in her own language.

"Girl, I am Marianna, Chief of Wives to King Brukeval. You have been sent to be his newest wife. I will bring you to the Harem, and teach you how to be a good wife to the King." Marianna's voice was soft, but with a hardness that would not allow anyone to argue. Lea was too frightened to do anything but nod, yet strangely happy that at least the Chief wife could speak to her in her own tongue. 

Lea was lead by the Chief Wife through many hallways and passed large rooms, all gorgeously done up with polished stones and bright lights and rich carpeting and many statues and vases, some of gold! What wealth was here that she had never before seen in her life? 

The Chief Wife was also followed by two men that were dressed the same as the two guards that were at the entrance door. Before long, she was lead to two massive doors; all in pounded bronze that shown a rich reddish light in the sun. There were other guards here too, and they opened the door for the Chief Wife to enter.

Lea stepped into a room that could only be called sumptuous and decadent. It was a massive room, with silk draperies everywhere and polished stones and many areas of rich carpeting and thick, soft cushions for lounging. There was a great fountain of water right in the room, with a large pool of water. There were many young women dressed in little more than veils over their bodies, their hair done up richly with golden chains and gems studded throughout. Many stopped and watched Lea walking through these beautiful rooms with the Chief Wife, some smiling, some frowning, and many whispering behind their hands. Lea was nervous about all of these women, wondering who they all were.

There were curtained areas that looked like sleeping areas, and Marianna showed one area to her. "You are to sleep here, in the wives area. The King's concubines sleep across from us in their area, and the guards do not sleep here at all. Come to me in my chambers and I will instruct you for tonight."

Lea nodded and dutifully followed, wondering how one man could have so many wives and concubines. It was unheard of. The men of her tribe sometimes had more than one wife, but none had concubines. It was strange, and it made her think of the stories told about the King's appetites, how he had to have so much for himself, be it land, power, wealth, food, and now she could see, comfort and women. It made her uneasy.

The Chief Wife led her to a richly done area, surrounded by beautiful silk hangings that created a large room. Many hangings were pulled aside to allow the breezes form the large windows in the room. From here, she could see most of the huge room, including the fountain and pool, as well as many other lounging areas where women lay back, fanned by boys dressed as the guards had been, eating sweetmeats or fruit, most glancing at her and Marianna, some quietly, some openly. 

"These will be your duties," Marianna began, after seating herself upon her cushions. She did not invite Lea to sit. "Tonight with be the ceremony and you will be wed to the King. There will be many guests, and many of the women of the harem will be called upon to entertain the guests. You will be submissive, do as you are told, and above all, please the King or he will toss you out or give you over to his soldiers for a toy. You would not like such a fate.

"The women here are only for the King to touch, only for his own pleasure, but we often provide entertainment in whatever fashion the King desires. If the King chooses to give his guests any women, it will not be from this group. You are never to let any man other than the King touch you, nor even be in this room. You will not leave this room without permission."

Lea thought for a moment, and asked, "What about those guards, near the doors?"

"The are eunuchs, the King's Guardians of the Royal Harem. They know their duties and would not trouble any woman here. You are to obey them as you do me.

"You will be cleaned and dressed for the ceremony. You will do as you are told, without any argument, especially not to the King. Do you understand?"

Lea quickly nodded, not wanting to have this hard woman upset with her. She was allowed to go and wandered into the central area where many women had congregated. She saw some to go the Chief Wife. None come to speak to her. She was lonely and nervous, not knowing what to do with herself. 

One of the young women that had been with the Chief Wife came to her and smiling, took her hand and led her to the pool. Lea spoke a few words, but the woman only smiled and her and gestured toward the water. She removed the simple pretty dress that she had been wearing, and Lea saw that she was completely naked underneath. The woman took the steps down into the water, gesturing for Lea to come. 

Lea looked around her fearfully, at all of the women who were now watching her, and the guards nearby. She had never removed her clothes in front of so many people. The woman of her tribe always washed separately from the men, but even all of the women of her tribe were not nearly as many as all of the woman watching her now. She flushed a bright red, from her face all down her neck and her chest. She knew that she had to obey but did not want to disrobe here, with no privacy. She clutched her clothing to herself tightly and shook her head. The woman pouted, and pointing to the guards said something that Lea didn't understand. Lea shook her head again. The woman sighed, and called to the guards. Two of them came over to the pool. Lea knew that if she didn't do as she was told, those man would make her. She quickly removed her sandals and untied the sash of her robe. The men stood near her and waited. She could feel the blush get darker and redder in her face. She quickly ducked out of her robe, dropped it where if fell and almost tripped down the steps to get into the pool. 

Her skin was silky, a shiny honey colour, with a dark bush of hair between her legs, matching the dark colour of her hair, and the darkness of her eyes. Lea could see the guards staring at her, with small smiles on their faces. One picked up her discarded clothing and they walked away. Lea was almost frantic! She was naked here with all of these people watching her!

The young woman waded over to Lea and took her hand with a gentle smile. She pointed to herself and said,"Gisaine". Lea, distracted by her fear and grateful for the kindness of this woman, pointed to her the same way and told her own name.

Gisaine smiled, almost looking like a pixie, with her long dark mane of black hair, cute nose and smiling eyes. Her skin was dark, like smoke and her skin was oh so smooth. She had a tight little body, soft and silky with pert breasts, and hard nipples. Lea hadn't been trying to stare, was only amazed at Gisaine's disregard for her public nudity, but noticed that Gisaine had no bushy hair between her legs! Lea had no idea how that could be, but didn't know how to ask. 

Another young woman entered the pool, completely naked, her shining skin more fair than Gisaine. She had a soft smile and seemed completely at ease there in the pool. She brought a few things in her hands over to Gisaine. Gisaine picked up a cloth and rubbed a soft soap into it, and began to wash Lea, starting first with her arms, then with her back. Lea felt very strange, never having such a thing done to her before by another person. She felt very shy, but strangely, her heart began to beat harder, and she felt a mild pressure between her legs. The same pressure she woke up with sometimes when she dreamt of different men of her tribe, dreaming of mating with one of those men. She was confused. This was a woman, why should she feel this?

Gisaine carefully shampooed and rinsed Lea's hair and Lea felt shivers of delight from the woman's soft ministrations. Then Gisaine led Lea to the steps and motioned for her to sit. Lea did, feeling more comfortable now that she was not the only naked woman in the pool, especially after seeing some of the others wearing so little that their bodies were nearly completely visible beneath their flimsy veil coverings. She didn't understand why they were so scantily clad, but it eased her fears. The other woman sat behind Lea and pulled her back so that she was leaning against her belly, between her legs. This felt strange to Lea, having never before such intimate contact with anyone.

Gisaine sat Lea on a step high enough that most of her body was out of the water, and began to soap and wash the rest of her body. The other woman used soapy hands to gently massage mildly scented oils into her shoulders and back, massaging away the tension that Lea had been feeling. Gisaine pushed Lea back a bit so that she was reclining against the steps, and her breasts were arched out, her wet nipples hard and tight in the air. Gisaine softly rubbed the soapy cloth over her breasts, cupping her breasts and running her fingers over those tight nibs of nipples. Lea barely managed not to moan at the sensations of those soft fingers. Gisaine soaped lower and lower, over her tummy and her torso, all down her legs to her feet. The feeling of someone soaping her toes gave her shivers that she felt all up her legs and strangely, felt a pulling at her loins. Gisaine worked slowly up Lea's legs, feeling the tension in her legs as she got closer and closer to her pussy.

Lea gasped and almost jumped up and the first touch to her skin between her legs. The other woman behind her, gently pulled her down and reaching around, began to rinse the soap from her breasts and belly, then using the oils began to massage the scent into her skin, rubbing her breasts and nipples from behind. Gisaine felt Lea relax, and using her fingers, softly soaped the bush spread out before her. Lea could feel those fingers and a great heat coming from her and gasped as Gisaine flicked her finger over that hard nub between her legs. Oh, the feelings were huge, hard in her body. She didn't know what it was or how it came to be there, but she didn't want it to stop. There were hands playing and teasing her nipples and rubbing her breasts, and she felt Gisaine begin to rub oil into her pussy. She felt fingers running along that secret, narrow slit of her womanhood and shivered in delight, another low moan coming from her lips. Her legs were held spread with Gisaine nestled between them and the woman began to play with Lea. 

Lea moaned and arched her back as she felt fingers enter her pussy, which was wet and slick, from her or from the oils, she didn't know. She felt the flicking on that hard nub and jumped a little at every flick and the pressure from those fingers, entering and pulling from inside of her just building and building. She couldn't think or see or hear she could only feel those hands on her body.

The pressure mounted and she went rigid, her whole body tensing as Gisaine began to move her fingers more rapidly inside of her, and flicking and rubbing that hard nub, and those fingers pulling and pinching at her nipples all gathered together between her legs and she cried out, feeling a great pulsing and grasping of her pussy around those fingers. She pulsed and pulled, crying out in pleasure as waves moved through her from that center of strong heat and pressure, all throughout her body.

Lea slowly came to herself, realizing that she was still in the pool, and that many of the other women had come closer to see what was happening, and gasping in air, also realized that the Chief Wife was there as well, nodding in approval with a satisfied smile on her face. Lea wondered what that meant and shivered again at what might happen next.



Riding the Gauntlet Ch. 02



Chapter Two : The Women of the Harem

After completely rinsing in the pool, Lea saw the other women drift away, and the Chief Wife returned to her cushions. Lea was confused, and still felt a tension, and pulling in her loins. She could hardly meet the eyes of Gisaine, but followed quickly when Gisaine beckoned to her. There were large cloths piled nearby and Gisaine wrapped one around Lea's body, and another around her wet hair. She led Lea to the area that had been called the Wives Rooms. Gisaine quickly dried herself, the dried Lea's body as well, brushing her hair carefully with scents. Lea had never felt so pampered in her life. She had no idea that her body could react in such a way, never knew such feelings existed. 

Gisaine dressed Lea carefully in rich, silky veils, in layers with many colours. Lea had never worn such scanty clothing that concealed nothing of her body. Gisaine wrapped several around Lea's body and quickly pulling a soft silky robe about herself, led Lea to the Chief Wife. 

When they arrived, Gisaine bowed formally to the Chief Wife, spoke a few words and withdrew leaving Lea. The Chief Wife, Marianna, looked Lea over with a small smile on her face.

"You will please your husband girl. I understand from Gisaine that you are yet a maiden, and he will be very pleased to know this. It is also good to know that you have a fine young body that he will like to see pleasured." Lea blushed a bright red, remembering what Gisaine had done to her in the pool, using her fingers to make her body explode. "Oh yes, you are a treasure, my little Lea." Marianna bade Lea to sit, and shared a delicious meal with her while she instructed Lea as to the mating ceremony that would follow. Lea wasn't sure what some of the instructions were for, but listened very carefully, knowing that the Chief Wife would be very upset with her if she made a mistake.

After receiving her instructions and eating that delicious meal, she was free to wander as she liked until Marianna called her again. Lea discovered more of the large room that she was in, seeing many women about. Most were young but a few were older women, and they seemed to have great respect from the others. There were clusters of girls listening carefully to their words. Lea could understand none of it, and resolved herself to learning more so that she could communicate with them.

Lea was feeling a bit tired and decided to go to the Wives Rooms to nap during the heat of the day. There were many women dozing on cushions, others talking quietly and laughing. Lea walked through the silk hangings that were set to make sections or rooms for the women, and offered privacy from the rest of the Harem area. As she walked, she heard a low moan.

Lea stopped, the blush rising again in her face, remembering how she had moaned under Gisaine's fingers earlier. She tried to shake her head, banishing the thoughts from her mind. The low moan came again, from one of the Wives Rooms. It sounded like a man and a woman, not unlike what she had heard behind the tents of couples of her tribe. Lea suddenly realized that there were not supposed to be any men in this room. She knew that the eunuchs were not to touch the women in such a way and couldn't think of what it would mean, but didn't know what to do. She crept forward hesitantly and stopped, rigid with shock.

She could see behind the flimsy curtains, two bodies entwined upon the cushions. The soft light showed hot, sweaty skin rubbing against each other, hands roaming upon that skin. Lea had a sudden, sharp desire to touch that skin, to feel that smoothness under her fingers. She realized that the two bodies were women! It was Gisaine and the other woman from the pool. Their naked bodies were intertwined, wrapped around each other, hands roaming along each other's bodies, kissing each other deeply. Lea could not look away as she saw Gisaine's fingers reach between the legs of the other woman and hear another low moan, but more insistent this time. Lea felt a sudden wetness between her legs as she remembered how she had moaned and squirmed under those fingers. Gisaine took the woman's nipple into her mouth and pulled that hard nub gently with her teeth, as her hand began moving faster between her legs. Lea could hear the wetness of the woman under those fingers, and Lea felt her body become hot, flushed as she watched. She couldn't pull herself away.

The two women were oblivious of Lea watching, and were intent upon the pleasure that they were feeling. She watched as Gisaine worked her wonderful fingers over the other woman's hard nub, rubbing hard and quickly as the woman tensed, cried out and shivering, she seemed to collapse down into the bedding. Gisaine softened her rubbing, gently touching and caressing her bare skin between her legs. Gisaine was breathing hard, staring intently at the other woman, and then she stretched out beside her and pulled her close, rubbing her back and her hair. 

The other woman looked up at Gisaine with a pleased smile, which turned impish as Lea watched from afar through the hangings. The woman began to move her hands over Gisaine's smooth skin, cupping those breasts and flicking the hard points of her nipples. Gisaine groaned and lay upon her back, giving herself up to the sensations of those fingers on her body.

The woman followed Gisaine as she lay back; kissing her passionately and her hands roamed that soft body. She placed her lips on those nipples and Lea could see her suckling and flicking her tongue over one nipple while her hand played with the other. Gisaine arched her back, thrusting those nipples higher up into those lips and fingers. The woman kissed Gisaine's body lower and lower and moved herself until she was between Gisaine's legs. Lea watched in amazement as her lips bent down over Gisaine's bare pussy, licking at that hard nub that seemed to be pointed straight up, hard and red and engorged. Gisaine moaned and arched again, wanting those lips on her. The woman used her lips and her fingers, playing with and toying with that hard nub while Gisaine moaned and began to writhe under her. Lea could see the wetness glinting softly in the muted light behind the hangings between her legs, the wetness leaking from her pussy. The woman used her finger, slipped it between those red, red folds, reached upwards inside of her.

Lea felt another wave of wetness herself as Gisaine cried out, her hands clenching into the woman's hair, pulling those lips to her wet pussy again. Lea watched as the woman sucked and licked and used her fingers inside of Gisaine, moving more and more quickly as Gisaine's moans became louder and louder. Suddenly, Gisaine arched her back up, called out in a loud, wordless moan, her body wet with sweat, her pussy dripping wet and clenching around those fingers in her pussy. Lea's body became hot and pulsing, wondering if that was what she had looked like in the pool, before everyone, when she had felt Gisaine's hands upon her. Such wanton pleasure released somehow by those talented fingers.

Lea realized that she had been there staring at the two, shocked to realize how her body had reacted from seeing this, and blushing furiously, darted to her room, hoping not to be noticed. She was hot and disturbed, not understanding this curious pulling, this tension inside of her body that made her hot and wet like that. She tried to lie down upon her bedding, snuggling up to her cushions to calm herself in the dim light, but couldn't get the image of those two beautiful women, their skin slick and smooth, that hot wetness between their legs, those fingers and lips touching each other in such an intimate way.

Lea's hand sneaked down, under her robe and touched her pussy, not surprised to find it wet, and hot. She couldn't seem to stop her fingers from gently touching her pussy lips, feeling the wetness there, and the heat from her skin. She began to rub her hard nub, as she had seen Gisaine do to the woman, feeling the tension in her belly get tighter and tighter. She couldn't stop herself and she began to pant, rubbing harder and faster, feeling the tightening of the rest of her body. With her other hand, she began to pinch her nipples, pulling and twisting them, almost groaning and the sensations. The tensions began to pile up on her, harder and harder, her hand began to rub furiously over her hard nub, and she felt those waves again, rolling from her wet, soaking pussy, all through her body and back, again and again. 

Lea opened her eyes and took a deep breath, her hand gently holding her pussy, caressing softly. She was exhausted, but felt incredible, like she had freed something from her own body. She didn't understand it, never heard of any women from her tribe describe anything like it. She snuggled down into her cushions and was quickly fast asleep.



Riding the Gauntlet Ch. 03



Chapter Three: The First Ride

Lea woke to the gentle caress on her shoulder. She had been lost in her dreams, where the men of her tribe had gathered around her as she attempted to bathe, and would not leave her in peace. Instead they leered and laughed at her and she didn't know what to do to get away from these men. She woke with a mild ache in her groin, and then blushed a bright red remembering how she had gotten that ache. 

She had been summoned to the Chief Wife to prepare for the mating ceremony. She was stripped of her clothing, washed gently and dressed quickly. There were no gentle touches upon her breasts or her pussy, and she was grateful. She was already nervous enough about the coming activities that she didn't think that she could handle that. Her hair was done up with gems and golden chains, and she was draped all over her body with many veils. Her dress was rich golden and bronze veils wrapped loosely about her and tied to themselves, and over her hair and face were draped multiple veils for the ceremony. She wore golden and gem studded sandals on her feet, and then it was time to go.

Lea followed Marianna with her head bowed to the opposite side of the harem that she had not seen before. There were many eunuchs on guard in a row near a large set of double doors as rich and as opulent as the doors that she entered through. She took a deep breath as the doors were pulled open and waited to begin.

At a prompt from Marianna, she followed her into the massive reception hall of King Brukeval. She tried very hard to keep her submissive posture as she followed, but there were so many things to see. The room was rich and golden, with many lounging areas and eating areas already stuffed with more food than her entire tribe could consume in a month. There were nobles richly dressed in their robes and jewelry gathered together at one end of this large room, waiting for her. The music of the many players blended into the traditional song of her entrance. She tried to see through her many veils what her husband, the King might look like.

As she drew closer to the gathering, she could see a large man standing before a large ornate throne, encrusted with jewels. He was tall and well muscled, dressed more elaborately than those around him with much gold and gems and a crown upon his head. Lea tried to see his face for a glimpse of happiness or gentleness. He wore a stern frown under his dark hair and brows. His eyes were dark and piercing, as if he could see right through all of these veils to her bare skin. Lea shivered in apprehension as she stopped before him to bow.

Marianna stood to one side as the King sat, and a priest done up in his elaborate robes moved forward with his incense to bathe Lea in the scent. He held his hands over her and spoke loudly to the gathering. Lea could understand none of what he said, and tried very hard to hold her pose. The priest removed veil after veil at different points in his speech until at last her face was uncovered. She knelt at the foot of the King. As the priest finished his words there arose a great cheer from the gathered guests. The ceremony was nearly complete. The guests could now feast and be entertained, while the King consummated his marriage with his newest wife.

Marianna helped Lea to her feet as the King relaxed into his throne with many speaking to him and laughing. Marianna led Lea to an area in the center of the hall that seemed almost to be a private chamber set up all covered over except for one section that was open. Lea wasn't sure what it was, a large octagon tent in the middle of this room, but it rested upon a base, and as she was led closer, it looked as if the entire structure could be moved or swiveled upon that large, circular base. There were many sections, all closed with drapes, except for the one area. The area that was open was set up as a single room, facing the hall. There was a table laid with cushions and drapes, but with curious extensions that she did not understand. 

Marianna turned to Lea and reminded her that she was now wife to the King, and he would be here soon to consummate the marriage. Lea was frightened, but had no choice but to obey.

"Now," Marianne told her as she gestured to the eunuchs near the structure. "It is time to prepare you for your husband." Marianna started to undo her dress veils and remove them. Lea was shocked. Not here! She wouldn't do this here where all would watch.

Marianna hissed into Lea's frightened face that if she did not prepare herself, the guards would help her to do so. Lea didn't know what to do, but knew that she must not displease the Chief Wife, nor the King. She didn't understand these people and did not want to do this thing here. The guards took her arms and held them still and Lea could hardly move against the strength of these men. She was too frightened to do other than try to pull away, knowing that many guests were watching and laughing in amusement. Lea looked over to the King and saw his dark eyes on her again and she stopped all resistance quickly bowing her head, afraid of what he may do. 

Lea was quickly stripped of her clothes, baring her body to all who were watching, many avidly, especially the men. Her skin was almost glowing in the lights of this large hall. Lea was led to the table by the guards and laid upon her back. The Chief Wife quickly laid Lea's arms out onto two of the extension and secured them there. The guards held her legs against the other two extensions at the end of the table and secured her ankles. They tied a strap closely over her hips and she was laid bare, arms extended and legs opened, unable to move with all watching and cheering. Lea began to shake and whimper, but Marianna gave her a fierce look, then tied a cloth across her mouth so that she was unable to speak, and unable to move her head. There, they left her.

Lea could not move much, but she could see a bit over her body and realized that her nipples were tight and standing straight up on her chest, as if they were begging for some touch. Or maybe it was that the eyes of all here felt as if they were touching her skin and pinching those hard little nubs. She realized with a shock, that the little movement of air across her pussy proved to her that she was wet! Lea closed her eyes and groaned in mortification that these strangers could see her and know that her body was responding.

She gasped and her eyes flew open as she felt a warm weight upon her loins. There were two of the women who were concubines from the Harem laying a hot, wet towel upon her. Lea was confused and had no idea what they were doing. She could hardly see from her angle what was happening. The two women were standing on either side of Lea, reaching over her legs, and as one removed the towel from her pussy, as the other lathered up her bushy hair with softly scented soap and the guests watched, many almost panting in eagerness. 

Marianna came close to Lea and whispered to her to be very, very still, showing a very sharp blade in her hand. Lea was terrified, but unwilling to move as Marianna handed the blade to one of the women. Lea could feel the cold steel touch her bare skin between her legs and gently scrape along her skin. They were shaving off her pussy bush!

Lea closed her eyes and dropped her head, unable to do anything and unwilling to see the gathered men calling out and laughing at what was happening to her. She could feel that blade scraping gently up the side of her opening which was still very wet and Lea could feel her skin become more swollen. She was embarrassed that she could respond to such touching, here in such a strange place. 

The women took their time, ensuring that not one bit of curly dark hair remained and cleaned Lea gently, not able to help themselves with grins from flicking at her clitty as they pulled away. Lea almost jumped from the table, straps or no from the shock that seemed to go all through her body. She couldn't understand why she would feel this way.

There was a great cheer and Lea lifted her head and saw that the King was being helped from his robes. Soon he stood naked, except for his crown before her and moved to stand between her legs. The position that Lea was in allowed him to walk right up between her legs to her pussy as he stared at her body. She could see his hard, dark cock standing stiffly up from his body. Lea had never seen a naked man before, and never one that was aroused and wondered how he would be able to push such a huge organ into her body. 

The King leaned forward and ran his hot, rough hands up the sides of Lea's body, caressing her skin, feeling the heart beat fluttering through her body. Her skin was as soft as silk, and he didn't want to stop. He ran his hands over Lea's breasts that were heaving with her breathing. As he gently pinched a nipple, Lea felt a shock wave through her body, all the way to her naked pussy and a new wetness coming from her. He took his time, unaware or unconcerned of the others gathered nearby. 

Lea could feel those hands upon her skin and it seemed that every nerve and bit of flesh tried to come closer to his fingers, to want to feel more of that touch. He ran his hands over her torso and her shoulders and back to her breasts again, cupping them in his large hands and squeezing those dark nipples in his fingers. Lea moaned, lost in what she was feeling, not aware that she was reacting, forgetting the others watching. He pinched her nipples and pulled and let them bounce back and Lea moaned again, a feeling like lightening making her nipples strain to stand higher, begging for his touch.

She felt those hands run down her tummy, closer to her bare mound. His fingers found her wet, deep opening and ran his finger up along that slit to the hard nub of her clitty and gently pinched it. Lea rose up her chest, as far as her bonds would allow, crying out at the feeling. Her eyes flew open and all she could see was that dark face and body standing over her, looking into her eyes.

He loved this, his new woman, knowing that he and he alone owned her and was the only man to touch her. His would be the only cock that she would feel and he knew that he could make her crazy with desire and need. He loved to feel this response from his women, loved to make them react to him, to draw out the wantonness and desire from their flesh. He could see that she was wet and quivering as he toyed with her clitty, raising her higher and higher. She was ready and he more so. He felt his cock twitch with anticipation, knowing what was coming.

Lea was lost in the storm of her body, only aware of sensations and completely given up to them, until she felt a pressure against her pussy. She opened her eyes to see the King leaning over her, bracing one arm beside her and reaching down with his other hand. Her pussy was quivering and she felt on the brink of orgasm. She felt the pressure pushing harder and as she realized what he was doing, he plunged fully into her hot, wet hole. Lea whimpered at the pain of that force and felt a large fullness deep inside of herself, and the pleasurable sensations fade away, afraid to move, unable to move and she clenched her eyes shut and her hands into fists, waiting.

The King held himself still so that she could get used to this feeling of his hard cock inside of her, and had to hold himself in check. He wanted to plow into her, deeply and as hard as he could and to feel all of her inside. She was tight and quivering, her body tense against her bonds. He felt her relax slightly and reached with his fingers between their bodies as he stood before her, still deep inside of her and began to play with her clitty. 

Lea felt strange and exhilarated as she felt both that rising pleasure begin to build up inside of her, and the mild pain of his entrance into her pussy. She could feel her pussy muscles clenching around his hard cock, trying to pull him in closer and unable to control herself. He began to move inside of her and that wonderful fullness was rubbing against her insides, raising her to a fever pitch. He began to move faster and was soon plunging in again and again, grunting at each deep penetration, gripping her hips to pull her closer to him with each thrust.

Lea felt as if he began to swell inside of her and began to cry out at each thrust, her body quivering under his, her hips trying to reach up for more, and more, deeper and deeper into her hot pussy. The strong pressure came up again, suddenly but from deep inside and she felt it explode outward from her loins through her body, her breasts rising up with hard nipples shaking from her quivering. She felt her pussy clench and clench, unable to stop it or even to think. The she felt a large swelling from his cock and he called out in a hoarse, wordless shout as he emptied himself deep into her grasping pussy and her body responded by clenching again into another orgasm.

Lea came slowly back to herself and opened her eyes again as she felt her husband pull himself up and slip out of her pussy. She felt a wet gush between her legs, dripping out of her pussy and leaking down her skin. She was heaving, trying to catch her breath as the King stepped away, attended by his concubines with towels and robes and his guests gathered round to praise him. He still didn't smile, but his faced was less tense, more relaxed, and he turned with his guests to celebrate the consummation of his nuptials, leaving Lea where she lay. 

Marianna, with the help of the two guards untied Lea, bundled her into a wrap and helped her to her bed where she fell deeply asleep, tormented with dreams that left her loins on fire and a wetness to her pussy as she dreamed, over and over of the King taking her there in front of his court.



Riding the Hump



Judy was in paradise, the twins were approaching their second birthday and she was in the eighth month of carrying her first son in her inflated belly. 

Jonathan, her husband, had just been promoted area manager for the auto parts chain where he worked. Although it meant he would be away on the road most of the week he would be home most weekends and the significant raise in salary would certainly help them step up to a larger house.

Jonathan's boss, Glenn Pettit, was a witty older man who prided himself in treating his employees as family. Pettit had ensured each of his employees would hold shares in the company so as they may benefit along with him as the business prospered.

Judy tried to maintain a healthy lifestyle during her pregnancy to ensure her baby a good start in life. Almost every day she would bundle the twins up and put them in their tandem stroller for their walk to the mall. The mall was a good twenty-minute walk from her home and provided her with her daily exercise.

The statuesque blonde beauty was a familiar sight pushing the little girls down the streets of her neighborhood. 

Jonathan Latimer had met the Swedish beauty at the University of Toronto where they were both studying Business Marketing. Judith was the daughter of Swedish emigrants who had scrimped and saved to send their only child to get a university education. 

It was love at first sight and a whirlwind courtship ensued with Jonathan asking Judith's father for her hand in marriage.

It had been a storybook wedding complete with the horse-drawn carriage.

The newlyweds had started their first offspring consummating their marriage in the Caribbean.

The couple had decided Judy would be a stay-at home mother as Jonathan made enough money for them to get by on.

Judy was always tastefully dressed with conservative outfits that flattered her tall motherhood figure. 

Judy was surprised to hear Glennn Pettit's voice on the other end of the ringing phone when she picked it up. 

"Hi Glenn, Jonathan's not here, he's out of town today." She greeted her husband's boss.

Judy had just got the twins down for their afternoon nap and was planning on a short lay down herself before they awoke.

"I know, it's you I want to see." Pettit answered.

Judy wondered why Pettit would want to see her, she was not involved in the company's business at all?

"Can I come over for a few minutes?" Pettit asked.

"Sure." Judy said.

She hung up the phone realizing she had lost the opportunity for a nap and went to her bedroom to prepare for her visitor.

Not planning on going out Judy was dressed in a floor-length flowing silk gown, which was loose fitting and allowed her swollen belly and enlarged breasts the comfort of freedom. She slipped on a matching baby-blue open robe for modesty.

Looking in the mirror brushing her hair she wondered what Pettit wanted to see her about.

Freshened up she went back downstairs to greet her company before he woke up the sleeping twins.

Judy watched Pettit's Escalade pull into their driveway and the pudgy driver get out.. She went to the door to open it before he rang the doorbell.

"Hi Glenn!" she smiled holding the door open for him to enter.

Pettit returned her greeting and stepped into the house.

"You are looking beautiful." He said as his eyes scanned her body.

Judy blushed in embarrassment.

"Would you like a cup of coffee?" she asked her visitor.

When Pettit accepted her offer she showed him into the living room and once he was seated she went to the kitchen to prepare a pot of coffee and put out a patter of cookies.

"Did you want anything special?' Judy asked from the kitchen.

"I just wanted to see you." Pettit replied.

Judy returned to the living room carrying the tray with the coffee, cream, sugar and cookies. She set them on the coffee table and preceded to fill the two cups with coffee.

She noticed Pettit was staring at her, bent over her loose neckline had fallen away from her body offering an excellent view of her pendulous naked breasts. Not wanting to draw attention to her indiscretion she continued pouring and Pettit continued looking.

Judy started to get uncomfortable knowing Pettit had ogled her naked breasts. She hadn't intended to display them to him but he should have been courteous enough not to stare at her slip.

"I see you are coming along fine." Pettit smiled.

"I feel as big as I did with the twins." Judy agreed.

"I think pregnant women are beautiful." Pettit mentioned. "You wouldn't slip your robe off would you?"

The boldness of him, asking her to disrobe in her own home. Sure she had a gown on beneath the robe but she knew it was not a concealing, as she liked. Still she did not want to seem too prudish so unenthusiastically she slipped off her cover.

Although she still wore the gown she was naked beneath and felt exposed to her guest.

"May I feel the baby?" Pettit said standing and approaching her.

Judy did not know what to say as Pettit put his hand on her swollen belly.

Judy felt the palm of Pettit's hand placed flat on her stomach and begin to gently caress her. His hand was covering her navel but instead of moving it upwards he was sliding it further down to the top of her pubic hair. Only the thin layer of silk separated his hand from her body. Judy grabbed his wrist to prevent him from going down further.

"Oh yes, you feel so wonderful." He moaned.

By the tone of Pettit's voice Judy knew he was getting aroused.

"Glenn I don't think you should ..." she didn't get a chance to finish.

Pettit's hand forcefully traveled further down and clenched her crotch through her gown. He was now holding the pregnant young wife by her pussy.

"Glenn!" Judy exclaimed.

She could feel Pettit's finger massaging her clitoris through the silk and found the sensation pleasing.

In spite of her protest she did not move away and Pettit continued to arouse her.

Judy knew she had paused too long and put her stamp of approval on Pettit's actions. His hand slid down to the hem of her gown and slowly lifted the smooth material. 

He now had access to her uncovered vagina and his fingers slipped inside of her. The wetness told him that she was in need.

With her pregnancy, the twins and Jonathan's new traveling position her sex life had been neglected. She had managed to relive herself occasionally with a brief session with her viberator but mostly she went without. Pettit had pulled the trigger activating her frustration.

With his fingers inside of her Pettit's other hand slipped the spaghetti straps of her gown off her shoulders and allowed it to fall like a veil of silk removing his hand form her pussy so her gown could drop her ankles.

Judy now stood totally naked before her visitor.

Pettit's hands cupped her huge breasts as if he were weighing them. His mouth swallowed her left nipple as he gently squeezed he breast.

Judy had been leaking mother's milk already and now Pettit was nursing of her lactating mounds. His free hand returned to her pussy and she moaned as he suckled and stimulated her.

"No, the twins will hear us!" Judy objected as Pettit lead her naked over to the couch.

Her protest fell on deaf ears as Pettit positioned her bent over the overstuffed arm of the sofa. She felt him nuzzling is cockhead into her waiting passage. She was wet enough so he slid into her with ease.

Grasping her hips he began to slid his cock in and out of her neglected fuck hole.

"Oh god!" she groaned as she rocked her cunt back onto his shaft so he reached further into her.

Judy hated herself for liking it. She was being raped in her own home and actively participating in her violation. She couldn't stop her cunt from fucking the intruder.

It never ceased to amaze Pettit how woman sexuality peaked when she was with child. One she delivered her baby her natural instincts would turn to nurturing but now her hormones transformed her into a bitch in heat. He knew under any other circumstances the young wife would resist his advances instead of welcoming him into her fuck hole.

Judy was rocking at an ever increasing tempo as his cock slid in and out of her, it was as if an inferno blazed inside of her and a cock was the only thing that could extinguish it.

"Harder, harder!" she pleaded as she neared her orgasm.

Pettit began pounding her to bring her over the top. Firmly gripping her shoulders he drove his cock deep into her slamming her into the couch.

"Oh yes, yes. I'm coming!" she groaned as her orgasm took her.

Pettit felt Judy's cunt spasm on his cock as he spit his sperm into her insatiable hole. 

Judy's long awaited cock orgasm was outstanding and to have sperm flowing into her deprived cavity was heavenly. She cried out her ecstasy awakening her sleeping girls.

After her earth-shattering peak dropped she disengaged with Pettit's cock and quickly slipped on her discarded gown and robe hurrying to see to her crying babies.

Judy brought the girls out to meet "Uncle Glenn" who was to become a regular visitor. 



Riding the Javelin



The best fun I had at school was when I got in with Jodi Malenger's gang. This was in England, way back, but Jodi wasn't English, he'd been born in Estonia or somewhere like that and his family had moved over when he was young.

Anyway, wherever he was from, he was the toughest and cleverest kid I'd ever met and anybody lucky enough to hang out with him was guaranteed plenty of fun. Partly because his family was well off, but mainly because Jodi seemed to be able to get away with anything where girls were concerned. You could take the poshest, most stuck up bitch in the school, and she'd like nothing better than being dragged off somewhere by Jodi. What's more, most of them didn't seem to care much if his friends tagged along with him. But what really showed me how good Jodi was happened one afternoon when we had Linda Beresford trapped in the gymn storeoom at school.

We'd been after her for quite a while, and she knew it as well as we did. She was a plump little half pint of a blonde who giggled a lot, especially when Jodi goosed her. This particular afternoon we'd seen her hanging around down the gymn area just as everybody was leaving. Now she must have known that Jodi had bribed the caretaker into giving us a spare set of keys for that area; every other kid in the school certainly knew it. She must have known as well that to hang around near the sports storeroom at the end of the day was tempting fate. If you were in that corridor when the last bell went, and you happened to be a halfway decent looking girl, then it was trapping territory. Jodi would suddenly appear at one end of the corridor and two more of his gang would come around the opposite corner at the same moment.

One minute later the storeroom door would be unlocked and the girl - or girls - would find themselves on the other side of it. Then the door was locked and the squealing began. But this time we got careless and didn't lock the door as soon as we should have done.

It was Linda's fault. She'd obviously been waiting a while for a chance to be the centre of attention and she was really stacking on the drama as we ruffled her feathers. Every time a hand grabbed her there was more noise than a cat fight. Not that it stopped her giving us coy "come on" looks from underneath her disarranged hair as she weighed the opposition up. In fact she had unusually heavy odds to face that day because there were five of us there. Jodi was the one who really mattered though - short and broad shouldered, with the face of an angel and the mind of a sewer rat. The rest of us just followed whatever he did.

There was Will, the biggest and oldest of us all, not very bright, but always strong and willing. Micky and Jacko were both highly respected in the school because they'd fight anybody any time. I was there because I was pretty handy with my own fists. And each of us would have followed Jodi into just about any situation. Incidentally, my name's Andy.

Anyway, we'd made a circle around Linda to give her some heavy petting, just as an introduction. She was making it more sporting by trying to keep pushing our hands away, although with odds of two against ten most of the grabs getting past her defences, which was why she was making so much noise. After a few minutes though she changed her tactics and just stood there, giggling and telling us we'd better let her go or else we'd be in trouble.

Fat chance. Standing there with her ripe little figure neatly fitted out in a white shirt and short brown skirt she looked good enough to eat. Mind you, she was a lot less neater than she had been, with her shirt half pulled out and her tits hefted around so much they'd just about popped out of her bra cups. We'd soon finish that job off anyway, that was for sure.

"OK, boys, let's try for three falls and a submission." Jodi said.

"What are you doing?" Linda asked as Jacko and Will walked her across the storeroom.

It was a pretty stupid question because she was being taken towards a pile of judo mats that had been stacked in the middle of the room and it was obvious what they were there for. And, again, I would have been surprised if Linda hadn't heard stories about some of the past performances of the top of those mats. As Jodi had said, there'd certainly been plenty of submissions on top of them.

One of the most satisfying of them had been by Miss snooty nose-in-the air Janet Saunders, the head girl. She'd been photographed stretched out on top of the mats without a stitch on, giving everybody a demonstration of how to sixty nine with the boy underneath her. Jodi, in point of fact, but you couldn't see much of him except his cock, with Janet frantically licking away at it as if it was a melting ice cream cone.

Oddly, it was Will who'd provided the finishing touch. In some dusty corner of the room he'd found a bundle of paper union jacks on sticks, probably meant to be waved around by the school kids during some long forgotten royal visit to the town. He'd finally found a use for one of the flags by pushing the stick up Janet's bum, then making her carry on with Jodi while we snapped her with a cock at one end and flag flying at the other one. A very embarrassed girl she'd been, and she had to do some more very embarrassing things to keep that photo hidden away.

Anyway, to get back to what I'm telling you about, Linda was stood at the side of the mats. She was doing a lot of heavy breathing but she wasn't screaming, or crying either, so it was on to the next round. Jodi sat down on the mats in front of her before reaching out with skilled hands to unhook and unzip her skirt. Linda made a few more protests, just for the record, then decided to shut up as her skirt fell down. Of course this wasn't the first time we admired her bared legs, we'd seen them plenty of times before when the girls had been playing netball. But this time we were going to see a lot more than just her legs. We told her that as well as we gave her another good touching up.

Micky and I had a bum cheek each to play with, whilst Will and Jacko swooped onto her tits as their own special areas of interest. Jodi put his hand down between her thighs, below the gusset of the briefs - just below, yet not quite touching.

"Bend your knees, Linda."

She gave out a higher pitched squeal than anything she'd yet managed, then lowered her quim half an inch onto his fingertips as if she was getting into a hot bath. Like they say, a bird in the hand is worth having - and by the time she gets to that stage she's certainly going to be had. Anyway, that meant the preliminaries were over. Linda Beresford was showing every signs of having joined in the spirit of the party and panting as Jodi made himself at home.

"Oh, God, you're going to do it to me, aren't you?"

Jodi rubbed her with his fingers in a way which had her wriggling like a dog having its stomach scratched.

"No, girl, you're going to do it to us. But if you're really nice about it we may give you some good fucking on top of these mats as well. We've got plenty of frenchies and we don't care how many you use up."

Jodi was speaking as if he was almost bored.

"Strip her off and throw her on top of the mats. Let her keep her shoes on though. I know her legs are in the right position for a good shag when the laces are hanging straight down."

Getting a giggling Linda out of her shirt was a job nobody minded lending a hand with. Especially as we managed to finally bounce her starboard tit clear out of its cup in the process. The plump mound of white freckled flesh was lifted high up on top of the now redundant tit harness, showing off a nipple that looked as hard as walnut and felt as hard as one when I nipped it between my fingers. Linda called me a randy bastard and that made everybody grin.

Will unhooked her bra and threw it away. Jodi stood her aside his legs before hauling both of her tits down to his mouth, giving them a good kneading and some playful bites. Linda's eyes seemed to be rolling around in their sockets, pretending to be so distressed but making sure we were all watching her being treated like that. I reckoned it was exactly what she'd been waiting for ever since she'd hung around in the corridor.

"I'll make her tits shake more than that when she's riding on my cock," Jacko promised loudly, with Linda quivering in response as though electric shocks were going up and down her spine.

"Drop them for us, you little prick teaser," Jacko demanded, and Jodi nodded his head in agreement.

With practically no hesitation at all Linda slipped her hands into the sides of her briefs and pushed them down as far as she could, which wasn't far since she was standing straddle legged, but far enough for us to see everything that mattered. She had quite a nest of light brown hair down below, a physical detail which was quickly covered by Jodi's right palm as he fingered her. The rest of backed up his good work by grabbing whatever we could. Linda threw her head back, saying "Shit! shit! shit!" until Will put his lips on hers and gave her a taste of his tongue.

"I think we've got a hot one here," Jacko said.

It was a pretty fair statement because Linda's hands were darting around like butterflies, stroking Jodi's arm that was fingering her, running over Will's head as he tongued her. It was just then that I heard a female gasp of outrage and it certainly couldn't have come from Linda. We spun around and gaped at the teacher who was standing next to the mats, watching everything that was going on with eyes bulging out like a dead cod's.

Mrs Dunkley her name was, an English teacher, but not a very good one. I mean, she knew all about her subject but she'd been away from teaching for a long time and the schools she been at before must have been much better behaved ones than ours, because she was pissweak at enforcing discipline. She'd only been at our educational slum for a month or so but we'd really made things difficult for her in every class she'd taken with us. Ma Dunkley was what Jodi called her and, naturally, he'd caused her more trouble than the rest of us put together.

Yet there was one thing about her which did have all our interest. Well, two things in fact. She wasn't the flashy type, being middle aged and pretty quiet, but she wore tight sweaters all the time and underneath those sweaters were the biggest set of tits we'd ever seen. No arguments about them being padding either - no padding ever made could have swayed around as enticingly as those two mounds did. Apart from that she was dark haired and dark skinned, with just a wisp of hair on her upper lip. Italian or Greek blood in the family perhaps, with a good full arse that twitched along underneath her pleated skirts almost as nicely as her bazoons bounced on ahead.

Another thing we'd all noticed about her was that in anything except high summer she always wore boots which reached up almost to her knees. There had been a lot of speculation about those boots and whether maybe she cut loose sometimes, wedding ring or no wedding ring.

So, there we were and there she was, and the fertilizer had fallen into the muckspreader alright. As soon as she'd reported this little lot we'd all be on our way to a police court and probably Borstal institutions. And that's what might have happened if Jodi hadn't been there. Because Jodi was always fast, always dangerous and a born leader. Whilst the rest of us were still too stunned to react he was moving, pushing Linda away so hard she would have fallen if we hadn't been clustered so closely around her. Then I almost went over myself as he knocked me out of the way, heading towards the opened door.

For a second, just for a second, I wondered if he was running away. But even before the thought was formed I saw him slam the door closed and turn the key in the lock, the thing we should have thought to have done done first before we got started on Linda. Yet what he did next had me totally confused because he disappeared out of sight behind a storage rack, taking the door key with him.

Which left the rest of us hanging around like non speaking extras in a play after the main character has disppeared down a stage trapdoor. Linda was the only one who could think of anything positive to do, by pulling up her knickers.

Under any other circumstances I would have been laughing at the expression on her face. Linda Beresford did not look like a girl duly grateful for being saved from a terrible fate at the hands - and dicks - of a bunch of hooligan boys: she looked more like a gymnkhana rider whose horse had gone sprawling at the first fence; lots of exertion, lots of build up, but no jumps. Though Ma Dunkley distracted my attention quickly enough with an angry shout.

"Malenger, come back here!"

Well, he did, back out from behind that storage rack as quickly as he'd gone behind it. And in his hand was a javelin. Which, just in case English is your second language, is a metal spear with rather a sharp point at one end. People with nothing better to do go out on an athletics field to see how far they can throw them. Another fun recreational thing you can also do with the sharp end of a javelin is to stick it into a big tit. If you want to attract the attention of the owner of the aforementioned big tit, I can assure you that it's an effective way of doing so.

"Back! Back against the wall, you fat bitch!"

I was thinking to myself, "This is crazy, we can't do this to a teacher", but it was happening anyway, as things always seemed to do when Jodi wanted them to. Ma Dunkley took two steps backwards under the pressure of the javelin's tip, then tried to stand her ground.

"Malenger, you must be mad! Put that down at once."

Well, and so he did. He leaned forward, dropped the javelin's point and pushed it forward straight between her knee high boots.

"Come on you useless bastards, give her a lift," he called out to us.

Ma Dunkley didn't understand what he meant but we did, because another thing you can do with a javelin for fun and profit is to use it to persuade a girl to see things your way. Remember I mentioned a certain Janet Saunders as an excellent example of a enthusiatic female submission? Well, it had been a ride around the store room on a javelin which had quickly and easily brought her to that way of thinking. But to do it to a teacher . . .

"Come on!" Jodi urged, and so we did. What the hell, it had to be worth whatever trouble it eventually got us into. So I grabbed the point behind her and Micky took hold of it as well, while Jacko helped Jodi in front.

That was all there was room for, four pairs of hands, but it was plenty. We lifted the javelin nice and level, straight up between Ma Dunkley's legs, hoisting her pleated skirt in big folds in front and behind her. Then we got her weight on top of the javelin and raised it up higher yet, until she was on the toes of her boots. She shrieked like a factory whistle spitting out steam, leaning forward over her rucked up skirt to grab the javelin through the folds, holding on next to Jacko's and Jodi's hands as she deperately tried to lift herself above the metal shaft. I could understand why - it must have been a rough experience to have your cunt split apart on something like that.

"Walk her!"

Well, walking her isn't quite what happens. The point is that if you lift the rider high enough she can't walk, and she can't rest her weight on the ground, it's all pressing down on those soft sensitive areas between the inner thighs and that round strip of aluminium. The javelin bowed underneath Ma Dunkley's weight but it didn't stop us from lifting her right off the floor and taking several shuffling steps as she swayed from side to side, screaming out in fear and pain as she found out she was balanced on the next worst thing to a knife edge.

"Oh God, oh God, stop it please! Please - please - please!"

"Down with her. On her tiptoes though, that's all. Will, you take my place here."

So there was the scene, Mrs Dunkley with her skirt piled up, legs straight and clamped hard together, bent forward from the waist and still clutching onto the javelin. She smelt nice - rosewater, maybe. There was white flecks in the tightly stretched grey sweater. Her bra straps were clearly visible through the material and I cursed my bad luck in being behind her, instead of in front with Will and Jacko. I could see them gloating at the sight of her big bristols being squeezed into view between her straightened arms. Still, we had a consolation view of her legs, partially revealed by the upraised skirt. Lots of smoothly rounded flesh all nicely wrapped up in dark pantyhose.

"Malenger - Jodi. Please, this is silly."

No doubt about her tone now, she wasn't demanding now, she was asking not to be hurt anymore. And we all knew that one or two more quick rides would have her begging to do something else - anything at all. My imagination went into overdrive at the thought of having those legs wrapped around me and those tits in my hands. In an instant my cock was as rigid as the javelin.

"Keep her like that," Jodi snapped.

Still moving as quickly as a striking ferret, he reached out to Ma Dunkley and gave one of her earrings a sharp tug, making her cry out again.

"What do you think about that, Mrs Dunkley? One of the girls you're supposed to be looking after and here she is in a storeroom showing a bunch of boys everything she's got. However did that happen?"

"I don't know." She was answering quietly, and quickly. What with one thing and another I guess there wasn't much choice. We all knew Jodi would twist Ma Dunkley's ear or ride her on the javelin again if she tried to talk back to him.

"I was walking along the corridor and I heard the noise, so I came in."

Jodi put his other hand on the nape of her neck, underneath her long black hair, and gently massaged her neck muscles.

"Now that's a funny thing, right there. Yeah, Linda was making a lot of noise at first but she quietened down a lot afterwards. Pretty hard to hear her from way out there then. My idea is that you heard her alright, only you waited a while before you came in. Were you waiting because you thought you might make a deal with us?"

She tried to turn her head towards him pulled but couldn't because Jodi pulled on her ear to make her look straight ahead. We all heard her gasp again.

"A deal? What do you mean?"

"I mean that we're the lads who've been giving you the most trouble in your classes. But if you caught us with Linda you could either get us thrown out of the school or threaten us into behaving ourselves in future."

"No, I never thought that!"

"Ah, but I say you did. And I say that people who go in for blackmail deserve to be blackmailed themselves. What-do-you-think-about-that?"

He emphasised each of the last words by tugging on her earlobe again each time he spoke. The teacher gave a little gasp with each tug. Jodi was showing her again how much she was under his control

"Now let me get this clear in my mind, Mrs Dunkley. Is anybody going to come looking for you soon if we keep you here? And before you answer, you'd better know that if you lie to us, I'll personally push this javelin right up your arse."

"No." She whispered, her voice shaking. "No, but the caretaker is probably still around."

"You don't need to worry about him. He knows when to be deaf. So it looks like you're going to be with us for quite a while. Never mind, I guess we can find some interesting ways of passing the time."

We were all licking our lips at that, though Mark and I were still cursing our luck at having to stand behind Ma Dunkley and not being able to see her face. I wondered if Jodi could put her completely under his control, the way he seemed able to do with all the girls. He'd certainly faced a lot of defiance from Janet Saunders at first, yet a few minutes on the javelin had turned from a Head Girl into a girl who'd much sooner give head than ride the rail again.




Riding the Javelin



"Linda, come over here."

We'd almost forgotten about Linda, which was quite something, since she was still only wearing her briefs and her socks and shoes - oh, yeah, and her necktie, which had somehow got left behind when her shirt was pulled off. She looked as juicy as ever, yet a lot more nervous than when we'd been mauling her.

"Jodi, I don't want to get involved in this."

"Fair enough, I don't want to make you change places with Ma Dunkley, but I will do if I get anymore of your lip. Go on the other side of her."

Linda obediently walked around past Mark and me. I never thought I'd let a pair of bare tits go by without taking a grab at them but I had to then. Linda ended up facing Jodi across the javelin with the teacher perched between them.

"Right, Mrs Dunkley, let's start getting to know each other a bit better. An introduction would be nice. Normally, of course, I'd shake hands but you seem to be using both of yours at the moment. So what we'll do is to have a little rule which starts right now." Jodi tweaked her ear again, getting another gasp. "Are you listening, Mrs Dunkley?"

"Yes, I'm listening."

"Right, the rule is this: every time somebody squeezes one of your tits you introduce yourself with your first name and say 'I'm very pleased to meet you'. You understand the rule, Mrs Dunkley?"

Her answer was music to our ears, mumbled but obedient: "Yes, I understand."

To me, this was incredible. Ma Dunkley was almost twice our age, a teacher, a married woman, and whatever we did she should have been able to dominate us. If Jodi hadn't been there she would have done. It was his personality, his determination to dominate her instead and his readiness to hurt her as much as necessary which was beating her down. Unless of course she wanted to be in this situation. Maybe she had been waiting outside, getting up the courage to walk in and betting that this was indeed the way it was going to turn out. Who could tell why a woman did anything?

Jodi left one hand on her neck, took the other one from her ear and let his oustretched fingers slide gently down the side of one of the arms pushed straight down in front of her as she still kept trying to relieve the pain of being on top of the javelin. I thought she must be getting very tired of being in that position.

"Hmm, just to make it more interesting yet, we'll make a second rule. After you've introduced yourself, you'll do whatever you're told to by anybody who's holding one of your tits. Have you got that?"

"Yes."

"I've got a name."

"Yes, Jodi."

"So what happens when I squeeze one of your bouncers."

She spoke very quickly: "I say, 'Hello, my name is Christine and I'm very pleased to meet you.' It seemed to me that she was in a hurry to show how compliant she was. Not only tired but probably sore as well.

"Right, let's try it."

There was enough tension in the room to run a power station as I saw his hand move around in front of her. The javelin quivered in our hands and the teacher gasped, then said: "Hello, my name is Christine and I'm very pleased to meet you."

That broke the tension up, for the moment anyway. All of us chortled in delight at her surrender until Jodi held his hand up for us to be quiet again.

"Not bad, but fair turn is fair play. The same rule applies to you, Linda."

He must have moved his hand over to her titties because she got pulled forward and bent over until she was almost leaning on the teacher. She'd been taken by surprise: "Oh God, what have I got to say? My name is Linda and I'm very pleased to meet you, Jodi, you bastard."

We laughed at that as well, until Linda gave a real screech of pain. "I don't allow backchat from any female in here. In this room they do as they're told." He must have given her tit a real screwing with his hand because she cried out in pain.

"OK, so to make it clearer, from now on, whenever an udder gets pulled I expect to hear the bitch that owns it to say her name and to say she'll do whatever she's told to. Let's try this one again."

Linda didn't need telling twice: "My name is Linda and I'll do whatever you tell me too."

Then the teacher spoke up again, clearly feeling Jodi's hand giving her the cue again: "My name is Christine and I'll do whatever you tell me to."

Jodi laughed. "Things seem to be coming along nicely. Now, Christine, let's talk about deals. You're certainly not going to be in any position to blackmail us, but we can offer you a good deal instead. If you're nice to us we'll stop causing you trouble in your classes. Not only that, I'll make sure nobody else in the school gives you any trouble either. Would you like that?"

"Yes, Jodi, I'd like that."

"Quite sure?"

"Yes." She was almost shouting back at him, answering as quickly as she could. I could see her arms trembling as she kept them pressed down on the javelin.

"OK, but if we do that for you, you've got to do something for us. Is that fair?"

"Yes - yes!"

Jodi chuckled and then Linda blurted out loudly: "My name is Linda, how do you do and I'll do whatever you tell me too."

I still couldn't see exactly what was going on but it was obvious that Jodi had grabbed one of her tits again and she was gabbling out the words he'd taught her like a trained parrot.

"Well done, Linda. Now, girl, what do you think you'd have had to do for us if Christine hadn't come in and spoilt things? What do the other girls tell you they have to do in here?"

"They say they have to suck your cock, Jodi."

That got a laugh. Will and Jacko weren't looking at her though, they were staring at the teacher's face to see her response. They were both grinning from ear to ear and I wished once again I was in their place.

"Just my cock?"

Linda certainly wasn't being coy now. She was answering up loud and clear: "No, you make them suck all your mate's cocks as well, and afterwards they get shagged by everybody."

Jodi shook his head in mock sorrow: "Who are these horrible girls, and why are they saying such terrible things about me?"

You know how sometimes you start laughing and you can't control it - you're sort of gasping with ingrowing breath? I reckon we'd all reached that stage by then and Linda was laughing along with the rest of us. The thing was, we didn't want to pissarse around and hold things up by laughing, we wanted to hear what the teacher had to say. She certainly wasn't laughing though. Mick and I were fascinated by the way her leg muscles were flexing underneath those dark stockings as she wrigggled around on top of the javelin trying to find a position - any position - which wasn't so uncomfortable as the one she was in.

I could certainly understand that because my forearms were aching with effort of holding her up on tip toe.

Finally, at long last, we stopped chortling and carried on with mere gloating as Jodi moved one hand away from the back of the teacher's neck and gripped her earring again. He must have moved his other hand as well because she said - almost shouted: "My name is Christine, how do you do and I'll do anything you tell me to."

"Will you really, Mrs Dunkley? Or may I call you Christine? Now you've just heard what Linda thinks we're going to make her do. She thinks I'm going to make her suck my dick while everybody else in here watches her do it. Do you think I'd do something like that, especially with a lady like yourself here having to watch such a dirty little scene?"

"Jodi, I'm absolutely sure that she's going to do whatever you tell her to, just as I'm sure that I'm not getting off this javelin until I agree to do everything she does."

I looked at Mick and he looked at me, and he was as suprised as I was. We could hear the strain in her voice from being straddled on top of the javelin yet otherwise Mrs Dunkley seemed pretty calm as she admitted she was ours to do with as we liked. Oh God, make this afternoon last for ever.

"Well, yeah, that sounds like a reasonable offer," Jodi said, still playing it really cool. "Tell me, Christine, are you really saying that if I let you off this javelin you'll suck us all off."

"Yes. Jodi, please, I am offering to do whatever you want. Couldn't you lower me down now, please?"

"I'll tell you what we'll do. We'll lower you on to your heels and Linda and I will take your sweater off. If you behave that far perhaps we won't lift you up on your toes again. Do you want to do that?"

"Yes, Jodi, yes please."

He laughed. "Now that's what I like to hear. But I'm still waiting for some detail about what you'll do for us. Make it sound interesting and we'll let you down."

"Oh God. Jodi, I'll go down on my knees for you. I'll go down on my knees in front of you with everybody watching and give you a blowjob."

My toes were curling as I was listening to this. God, but Jodi had soon put this middle aged bitch back into her box. And everybody knew that she was going to have to do what she was promising she would.

"Well, that sounds fine. But suppose we started by stripping you to the waist and letting all the lads play with those big knockers of yours. Would you rather do that than be left where you are?

"Yes, Jodi, please, please, play with my tits, all of you, please." I couldn't believe how desperate she was sounding. Either that javelin was really hurting our captured teacher or she was making a good production of sounding as if it was.

Naturally, the more desperate she sounded, the more Jodi spun things out. "Hmm. . . well, I'll ask the lads about it. OK guys, is anybody interested in playing with Mrs Dunkley's big fat tits?"

He certainly had our approval on that notion, and we all snarled in approval like a wolf pack around a trapped deer.

"OK, the motion is carried unanimously. Now, would all those who'd like to fuck Mrs Dunkley as well please lift her up to show approval in the usual manner."

She shrieked in pain as we gave her another swift lift, wriggling on top of the javelin again as though it were an electrified fence. Maybe it was, because there was enough excitement shooting through my body alone to have put a high voltage charge into the steel shaft. Jodi tugged the teacher's earring again to make sure she was listening.

"So how about that idea, Christine? You think this might be a good time to get put on your back and give the class a practical demonstration in sex education?"

"Yes, Jodi, yes, yes! Anything you want!"

Jodi giggled: "Does that include multiple choice answers?"

"God, yes, I'll take all of you on - all of you. But for fuck's sake let me down, please!"

It seemed that what we had on our javelin here was a teacher who'd been taught a quick and very successful lesson in learning to do what she was told. If she hadn't known much before about how to enforce discipline she'd certainly come to the right place to learn. Jodi enforced her surrender with quickly delivered demands. "Right, lower her onto her heels. Linda, grab her sweater at the bottom. Christine, hold up your arms or we'll hold you up again."

The teacher let out a great shuddery sigh of relief as settled her back onto her heels. As Linda and Jodie tugged at the tight fitting sweater she instantly held her arms up over her head and kept them there as the material was rucked up until her bra strap came into view. It was as wide as my thumb, satin white, with silver metal double clips. Sexy, but not much of a consolation prize for what must be visible from the front. Surprisingly, it was Linda who made the first comment from that viewpoint: "My God, look at them."

If there's ever been a more unnecessary suggestion I can't imagine where or when it was made. Will and Jacko nearly had their eyes popping out of their heads and even Jodi looked startled. Then he and Linda jerked sweater up further until it was caught up around the teacher's raised elbows and wrapped around her head.

"OK, take that javelin away. Push her up against the storage racks. Hold her there. Keep her arms up."

We did as he said in a flurry of movement, pushing the teacher back against the racks and holding her wrists up above her head, although all you could see of it was a pile of disarranged black hair protruding from the top of the sweater. She certainly couldn't see a thing, which saved her at least one shock as Jodi pulled out his flick knife. All he wanted it for though was to cut a couple of lengths off a roll of lane marking tape.

"Put her wrists up against the supports."

Will and Jacko stepped apart to hold Christine's wrists against the vertical shelving struts. When they did they revealed the stiff white cups of her foundation bra. My immediate thought was that they must be padded after all, because surely to God she couldn't walk around all day supporting that amount weight in front of her?

"Christ, you could carry a week's shopping home in those cups," Mark declared, sharing my disbelief.

Not that we had much chance to admire the sights because Jodi immediately stepped in front of Christine as he tied her wrists to the struts. There was no resistance, she simply stood against the shelves as she was secured. Jodi stood back, with the rest of us crowing around him to take in the view again.

"One teacher, almost ready for lessons," Jodi said happily.

By God, was she ever! Sweater up around her face, boobs out on the shop window, the waist band of her skirt jammed around her wide hips and the top of a white girdle just seen above it with a couple of rolls of stomach fat resting on top. Not that she didn't have a pretty good figure without even taking into account those fantastic udders. A bit overripe maybe, but what could you expect at that age. As for that pleated skirt and those boots underneath it - well, it looked as if Christmas was coming early this year.

Jodi began unbuttoning his shirt. "Go over and introduce yourselves, guys. You know what to do. Linda, you lazy bitch, come here and unlace my shoes."

That time I must have been slow off the mark because Mark beat me, if you'll forgive the pun. And he was behind Jacko. Not that Mrs Dunkley knew the difference. She just knew we were taking turns at feeling her tits and as she was fondled she said loudly again and again that her name was Christine, she was very pleased to meet us, and she'd do whatever we told her to. Again, there was no doubt about how effective Jodi's training techniques were. Not that I cared much about anything but being at the end of the queue for copping a few feels.

"They're for real," Jacko announced loudly. He had his hands on each of her cups but not for long as Will elbowed him aside and grabbed one for himself.

"My name is Christine and I'll do whatever you want," the teacher said again, loud enough for us to hear even though she was partially muffled by the sweater across her face. Mark got in between both of them, lifted up a roll of the sweater high enough to reveal her mouth hanging open and put his mouth against hers to see what the reaction was. He was also copying Jodi's methods by holding one of her earrings but he didn't seem to need to do much with it to get the results he wanted. Of course I was going frantic and in the end I had to pull him off her so I could get a turn.

By then Will and Jacko were pulling up Ma Dunkley's skirt and I was finally able to get my fingers on both of her cups. One touch and I found out what everybody else already had done, that these were the genuine items. The heat coming from them was proof enough without even needing to feel the lumps where her nipples were pushing against the stiff fabric. I wondered how she'd react to another tonguing and gave her lips a little lick. What I got back immediately was a length of flesh that pushed into my mouth like a cow cleaning out an oat trough.

Mrs Dunkley probably had no idea who she was french kissing and just as probably couldn't have cared by then anyway. I pushed two fingers down between the rolls of flesh squelched up out of the top of the bra and swirled things around a little. The storage rack she was tied to began rattling as she snorted through her nose, then started trying to lick my tonsils again. Mind you, I think that was mostly due to what Will and Jacko were doing around her panties. Mark came crowding in again as well, taking hold of the nipple I'd abandoned only for a second. It was a real gold rush, everybody staking out a claim wherever there was a chance. Not that you could complain, there was more territory going spare there than in Alaska.

"OK, pull the sweater up a bit," Jodi told us. "I want her to see this."

I heaved the bottom of the sweater up clear of Christine's face. Her eyelids had been closed. They opened though as soon as the light fell onto her flushed cheeks and she stared into my face in a way that seemed to have trouble getting focused. "Oh, Christ, Andy, what are you all doing to me?"

"Getting you ready for a good fucking," I told her truthfully and the storage racks rattled again as she twitched like a shot rabbit.

"Out of the way, lads."

We reluctantly moved out of the way. Jodi was naked now, facing an equally naked Linda. They were side on to Christine, looking at her as Linda held Jodi's stiff cock in her right hand, rubbing it gently as if trying to put a polish on it.

"How about doing this for me, Mrs Dunkley? Would you like to do this for me?"

She didn't seem to have much difficulty in fastening her gaze on his cock. She was trembling but her voice hardly quivered as she answered.

"Yes, alright."

Jodi walked over to her. The sight of the opened knife he was carrying had her trembling even more, especially when he held it up close to her.

"Are you right handed or left handed."

"Right handed."

He slashed through the tape around her right wrist. She immediately lowered her hand and held his cock just as Linda had done, working his foreskin back and forth in slow movements. Jodi's knife dropped lower, underneath her bra strap and she gave a little grunt as he cut through it with one quick movement, letting her entire upperworks tilt over to one side like a collapsing bridge. Then he moved his face next to the teacher's and put his lips on hers, his free hand stroking her bottom. I could see her fingers working much more quickly against his cock and that she was squirming around again. Jacko and Will were on either side of Linda, pulling at her neat little tits at the same time as they were trying to get their clothes off as quickly as they could. That seemed like a good idea - in fact they were both good ideas but the lads were having trouble in sorting out their priorities.

Jodi stopped tonguing Christine and leaned back to use his knife again. The other strap fell apart and the bra cups slid halfway down her bust. We stared open mouthed at the size of her partially revealed tits, no lighter in colour than the rest of her skin, with a speckling of four or five beauty spots on the upper slopes of the right one, like base camps on the slopes of Mount Everest. Mark - and I swear to God this is true - yelled out "Dam Busters" at the sight of all the tit meat that was spilling out. We pissed ourselves laughing as Ma Dunkley went even redder in the face and even - if you can believe it - even more embarrassed. She still kept pumping away at Jodi's cock though, not missing a beat. He dropped his knife on the shelf, grabbed the bottom part of her bra and dragged it down until her tits were hanging totally free. We gawped at the sight like tourists seeing the pyramids for the first time.

"OK, take her over to the bars." Jodi snarled, stepping back, but giving Ma Dunkley's nips a squeeze to be going on with. They were swollen out to the size of half eaten plums, a natural match for the tits they belonged to. Jodi picked up his knife again and slashed through the tape still securing her left wrist.




Riding the Javelin



"Mark, get another javelin," he ordered.

I guess we all wondered what was in his mind, but it was a fair bet it was going to be pretty entertaining. Not that we didn't have entertainment enough, frog marching our now firmly cowed cow of a teacher on her way to the grand finale of a public screwing. I was holding one of her arms and Jacko had the other, still up over her head and still entangled in the sleeves of her jumper. That way the material was down over her eyes again, which was a pity because what Jodi was arranging near the mats was quite a scene.

Not that it mattered much because as soon as we stopped by the mats the first thing we did was to lift the sweater off and throw it aside. Ma Dunkley's mouth dropped when she saw Linda. A long time ago a section of climbing bars had been taken down from off the gymn wall and stacked away inside the storeroom. Too many kids falling off and hurting themselves I suppose. Anyway, there it was, about eight feet high and ten feet long, leaning against the end wall. And on it, arms and legs oustretched, was Linda, still wearing that school tie and her shoes, but nothing else. Her feet were about three feet off the floor and standing in front of her was Andy, holding the javelin. The back end was tilted down, the sharp end was nestled between the lips of Linda's cunt. She was staring straight down at Andy's hands and if Doctor Who's Time Machine had appeared in the storeroom right then I don't think she would have even noticed it.

Of course Andy had never thought of that by himself. It was Jodi who'd arranged the scene, just as it was Jodi who was enjoying himself most by watching Ma Dunkley's reaction. Mark handed him another javelin and Jodi made a mock show out of feeling the tip for sharpness and blowing on it.

"OK, Christine, put your back to the bars and climb up alongside Linda. It's easily done, just like going up a ladder backwards and plenty of hand grips to help you." He held up the javelin. "If you think you need any extra incentive, just let me know."

She was plainly totally baffled, but certainly not in any mood to argue. She let us push her unresistingly up against the inclined bars, then grunted and puffed as she went up a few bars, until she was level with Linda and in the same position, arms outstretched at the level of her shoulders to keep her balance. There was something of a double crucifiction scene about it, an impression reinforced by the spear-like javelins. Nothing but sinners here though, or at least they would be by the time we'd finished with them.

Maybe the religious thoughts lingered for a moment or two though, because when I looked up at the teacher's swaying tits I thought it was a pity we couldn't take her into church and lay her out on the alter at harvest festival time - just the way she was, naked, plump and full of nature's bounty. Maybe it would have made the Vicar's eyes pop out but what the hell, it was the thought that counted. Jodi's next words certainly gave Christine even more to think about.

"Right, let's have some teat pulling here."

No problem. It was like a crowded tube train with everybody strap hanging though a lot more interesting. I started off with the only free tit I could get hold of - one of Linda's, worse luck. Never mind, I also found that her pussy was at just the right height for me to give her clit a good licking and I also had another hand in the complicated manouvering going on underneath the teacher's skirt. Perhaps it helped to take her mind off the assorting handling her bristols were getting, though not very much. Not judging by the squeals she was making and the way the bars were rattling - you'd have thought a gorrilla was shaking them. Linda was doing plenty of squirming and shouting herself. When I let somebody else tongue her and looked up her head was arched back, her mouth hanging open and she was twitching her hips around as if she was being tickled up the twat with a feather duster.

"OK, Andy, fetch the camera."

Trust me to get stuck with the worst job. Still, somebody had to keep a nicely detailed record of the teacher and her best looking pupil being put through their paces.

When I came back with the Olympus 35 millimetre and the flash bulbs both of our victims cried out in protest. That camera was going to be an instrument of fate for them and they knew it. Linda had probably been expecting it from the start but the teacher gave a despairing wail as I started getting in some good exposures.

And it was when we started getting some good exposure of Christine herself that I began to suspect that maybe she had expected to find herself doing some pin up work. Because once the lads had pulled her skirt and girdle off, there were tiny little lilac coloured panties underneath her pantyhose. Well, tiny compared to the width of her hips which shook like a Turkish belly dancer's when Jodi trailed his finger tip along the damp gusset of the panties.

"For God's sake, Jodi. I can't stand much more of this," she moaned. "Don't keep me hanging around anymore, just fuck me, please!"

Yeah, well, she had a sense of humour, you had to give her that. We grinned at each other, and at Jodie. And Jodie, the bastard, he told the other guys to leave Linda alone for a while and everybody to squeeze Christine's tits and put their hands up between her legs. While they were doing that he slit the pantyhose on the seams, rolled it down her legs, and then slashed it again until it was in shreds around the top of her boots. It was skilful work, leaving her with nothing on but her sexy panties as hand after hand rubbed her mound of Venus and twiddled with those big nipples. And whilst all that was going on I took snaps of the teacher, some standing back, some in close up with hair all over her face, lips drawn back and mouth open and her teeth clenched like a fox going down underneath a pack of hounds.

Oh yea, and I also got a couple of nice shots of poor deserted Linda, hanging up next to the teacher and with one of her hands down at her cunt, giving herself a wanking and not caring who took a picture of her doing it. But then I made her stop it, and got another nice shot of her clutching the bars and swearing at us with every filthy word she could think of as we left her on the shelf for a while.

"You bastards, you bastards, do it to me then, if you're going to! Fuck me, fuck me."

"Me as well," Christine called out and that caused some serious laugher before Jodi finally got things back on track by slashing Ma Dunkley's panties and pocketing them as a trophy. She had a patch of black hair as coarse and curly as a Freisland's forehead and the same kind of bovine stupified satisfaction as the guys lined up to lick her, with Linda as a side order. If Christine had been swinging her hips before, what she did then would have made her the toast of the Instanbul belly dancers' academy.

I guess that if you want to talk about tenderising your meat, that was the time. The meat was hanging up there, fondled, stroked, tongued and their nipples sucked as if it were milking time. The lads were yelling and holding up their fingers in triumph to prove that love juice was coming out of both cunts like honey oozing out of a hive: there was nothing those two hanging on the bars weren't game for by then and they wouldn't have cared if they were on the newsreels, let alone any photos I was taking.

Jodi got Linda to stand face to face with the teacher on the bars, her legs on both side of Christine's, her face against the woman and kissing her in full french style as we fingered both of them like fury. There were yells of approval as they did a full bumps and grind routine against each other. Then we let them down and put them on their knees, side by side. This was the great moment, First Jodi had Linda take his cock in her mouth while the teacher held it steady for her. She was watching the action very closely, although it didn't last long before Jodi ordered a change over.

No, Christine didn't hesitate for even the blink of an eye before she was sucking on Jodi's monster like a vacuum cleaner salesmen demonstrating the latest product. Nothing left on her but her boots, big white arse sticking out, huge tits shaking and her eyes staring up at Jodi as she did everything she could to earn a fuck. She bloody soon got it as well.

"OK, let's take her," Jodi ordered.

We threw her on top of the mats and everybody held Ma Dunkley's legs as far apart as we possibly could. She was shivering and her teeth were chattering as if she was cold, but she wasn't, not with the the way she jerking her honeypot around. She could barely keep it still as Jodi rammed his length into her and then she yelled out like she'd scored a goal at a cup final and called us all a pack of bastards. Then Mrs Dunkley's eyes kind of rolled back and she shouted out wildly: "Fuck me, you shits, fuck me!"

Somebody else threw Linda across the mats the other way, face down across the teacher's stomach, and both Jodi and Ma Dunkley were playing with the schoolgirl's cunt before Will filled it with his cock. During the cross fucking afterwards the teacher kept stroking Linda's hair and bottom all the time the partners were changing for both of them. Even after all this time I still have to take the photos out sometimes and look at them to believe it really happened.

I guess the really important thing about that day though wasn't all the fun we had with the teacher, and not even the fun we had afterwards in blackmailing her into some other great situations. The really important thing was that I mentioned to Jodi afterwards the notion I'd had about getting Christine to kneel down in front of the alter at harvest festival and drop her tits out to display alongside all the other great bounties of nature. I thought it was a great joke, but he didn't laugh. Then again, he always could see further into the future than the rest of us.

Years later he went to the States, to California, and opened the Reverend Malenger Church For The Worship Of Big Busted Women. The rest of that story is history.

THE END



Riding the Jessie Train



It was late afternoon, and Jessie and her husband were on their way from dropping off their son with Jessie's brother. As they took care of the kid, I checked into a Motel 6 that was just five minutes away from my apartment. I waited in the room for about 20 minutes before the two of them walked in together, Jessie smiling as she pulled off her long, heavy coat that not only kept her warm in the 10-degree weather but also covered up her outfit that would have been inappropriate for most occasions. I smiled back at her, already getting hard from just seeing her, knowing what was about to happen. Her husband and I, meanwhile, barely acknowledge each other.

As soon as Jessie's coat hit the floor, I was stunned. Her outfit may not have been quite as arousing as the Santa get-up she had sported last time, but her attire was very boner-educing regardless. She wore a tight, white halter top that almost covered her belly button to go with a dark gray pleated miniskirt that left little to the imagination. For shoes, she donned silver six-inch high heels that showed off her bright pink pedicured toenails, which matched her fingernails. Topping it all off, around her wrist and ankle were the same bracelets she'd worn last time, in addition to just the right amount of makeup on her face that was framed perfectly by her brown hair, which she had curled just slightly to curve around her cheeks and bend outward as it approached her shoulders.

Jessie walked straight to the queen size bed in the middle of the room and sat down on it. Meanwhile, her husband had the sense to turn the fan on all the way up to mask some of the noise that would be coming from our room. Even though it was just now turning dark outside, there was no way of knowing who would be around to hear our escapades, even through the cement walls. The first couple minutes were awkwardly silent, but Jessie broke the silence with a line that she had clearly rehearsed ahead of time and probably stolen from a porno.

"Do you know what my favorite cookie is?" Jessie began as she reached for the hem of the halter top. She immediately answered the question for us: "Oreo." She smiled wide across her face, holding in a giggle. Her voice cracked a little as she spoke, betraying her nerves. Also I'm not sure, but I think that reference more suitably depicts two black dudes with a white chick, and Jessie, being only slightly tan, was the darkest one in the room. Anyway, despite Jessie's lack of confidence in delivering, she said it well enough to turn me on just a little more than I'd already been. Even if her actual use of the line wasn't flawless, after this session, I'd always remember it as if it were.

Not hurting her attempt to be sexy was that she was pulling off her shirt as she sat on the edge of the motel bed. Unlike last time, there was no delay in Jessie's presentation. She had arrived to the motel already prepared, and we didn't feel the need to consume alcohol to push us on this time. I'm not sure I could have carried through the first time without those couple shots I took, even though I almost never drink. This time, though, with the sights and sounds of the Jessie sandwich her husband and I enjoyed more than 13 months ago forever etched into my brain, I had all the motivation I'd ever need.

The anticipation of what was about to happen was arguably greater than last time, being free from the anxiety and most of the awkwardness. While the thrill of doing it the first time held an element that could never be matched, the build up to this follow-up session was almost unbearable in the best way possible, now that it was finally occurring. Over the past 13 months, I wanted nothing more than to relive the blissful experience of double-penetrating my favorite friend of 10 years, and this time I knew exactly what to expect and had no fear of disappointment. Of course, it was still a little weird leading up to it, as I would probably never be completely comfortable around Jessie's husband - or, in the context of intercourse, any other man for that matter. However, those qualms very obviously didn't end up deterring me last time, and they most certainly would not hold me back this time, given my determination.

Double-penetrating Jessie had always been a fantasy of mine, but now that the fantasy had been fulfilled once, the burning desire to sandwich Jessie only grew. I had already been a little obsessed with her beforehand, but now that fixation bordered on desperation to do it again. On this freezing day in early February, I stood in that motel just moments away for abating that frustration. My heart was racing and my mouth was dry even before we undressed.

It was no surprise what was about to happen next as Jessie threw her top away, revealing a white frilly strapless bra. Interestingly enough, none of us in the room had actually once specifically mentioned that we were convening for a double penetration threesome. To this point, Jessie's Oreo reference came the closest to a definite allusion. After carrying out the debased act once, it was just a matter of saying where and when for the second time. The "what" was mutually understood.

We had all thoroughly enjoyed the raunchy, ungodly group sex last time and agreed immediately to do it again. However, different circumstances stalled the follow-up session. First of all, there was the initial awkwardness that comes with banging a girl in a devil's threesome after almost a decade of mostly platonic friendship. On my part, like I implied already, I never felt comfortable with Jessie's husband to begin with. Getting carried away with teaming up on his wife only complicated that issue, especially when I was forced to communicate with him over the months.

Naturally, I had no qualms with talking to Jessie about doing terrible things to her slender 5'5" frame and actually, over the months, often attempted to steer our conversation toward the subject, in part because it turned me on and in part because I hoped to expedite a fresh session. Unfortunately, Jessie was less eager to talk about it than I was. She insisted that she loved the experience and had no regrets, but her quickly dropping the subject made me suspect that she felt uncomfortable or dirty - even guilty.

After a couple months, Jessie finally did admit that she had felt a little awkward moving forward after such outrageous behavior, but she was telling me now that she had gotten over whatever guilt and shame there was. We started planning as early as March of last year, which was when Jessie communicated that she and her husband were ready to add a little excitement to their marriage again. It was just a matter of a time and a place.

Therein lay the reason for the delay. Almost a full year passed between Jessie's first text to me stating she was ready for another double penetration and this moment where she began to disrobe in a cheap motel as she not-so-confidently quoted porn. First, Jessie and I lived more than 500 miles apart, and sometimes that obstacle felt like the least of them. We both had good jobs and firmly rooted lives in other states, not to mention Jessie had a child. When she did visit, she always stayed with her parents, a situation that didn't present an opportunity for disgraceful sex. I, on the other hand, had two roommates at home and had no excusable reason to take off work and head hundreds of miles south to join a dude in banging his wife - though I started to consider it a few times. Most of the time, her husband just couldn't get off work. At least Jessie worked online from home, so her job was never an issue. Otherwise, we might still be waiting.

The stars had kind of aligned for us when Jessie's husband and I fucked Jessie in unison that first time. It wasn't until near the end of last year that we realized we needed to just make it happen, but even then, for one reason or another, the plans fell through. Either the couple couldn't make the trip or one of us couldn't find the time when Jessie and her husband were in town. This past January, we had everything in place, which is when we first settled on the motel idea, and then Jessie got very sick. Finally, in February, they made the excuse to visit for Jessie's mother's birthday. 

Which brings us back to Motel 6. Jessie's husband and I watched on in silence as Jessie reached around her back. We didn't really respond to the Oreo comment, but the bulges in our pants were only affirmation Jessie needed as she unhooked her bra. Now my pants were uncomfortably tight as Jessie threw away her bra, baring her lovely boobs to me for just the second time in my life. She then flung her hair back over her shoulder, appearing to gain confidence from being topless, before planting her hands on the mattress and looking sharply at us guys with those big brown eyes.

I stood there for a minute in some sort of a trance, but Jessie's husband broke me out of it by muttering something as he took off his pants. Without giving it much thought, I followed his lead, and, in a minute, we were both naked. It was uncomfortable at first, but I stayed focused on Jessie and what I was there for. That kind of concentration had already driven me through this same debauched behavior before, after all.

Jessie's husband stepped up, and Jessie immediately took his cock in her hand and began to stroke it. With her free hand, she beckoned me over. I was a little uneasy with being that close to and at eye level with her husband in this context, but, again, concentration was key. I knew in just a few moments those concerns would be far removed from my mind.

Jessie's husband and I stood angled in front of Jessie as she stroked both of our cocks simultaneously, looking up at us and raising her eyebrows seductively as she ensured that we were hard enough for her, not that there was any doubt. As she held me in her left hand and her husband in her right, she started by sucking her husband's cock for a moment before switching over to mine. As soon as Jessie took me into her mouth, her hand still rubbing the base of my dick, I flashed back to the only other time Jessie sucked me off and all the wonderful things that happened that same night. As Jessie's head moved back and forth, lubricating my entire prick with her saliva, those aforementioned anxieties began to fade away.

Jessie alternated between blowing the two of us for several minutes. I enjoyed the sound of her slurping our cocks and appreciated her effort to stroke me when I wasn't the one in her mouth. The only other sounds were moaning from Jessie's husband and me and the occasional gasp for air from the beautiful, topless brunette.

The next words spoken were from Jessie's husband, who said, "Do you like sucking two cocks?"

Her response gave me chills as I anticipated its becoming reality: "I can think of something better for them," she said, briefly holding both our cocks up to her mouth but careful to keep them from touching as she licked the tips of them both. "How about one in my pussy" - she took another lick - "and one in my ass?"

The next thing I remember is I was lying on my back on the bed as Jessie stood beside it, removing her miniskirt and then her thong while her husband took a small step back. With those garments removed, I cannot accurately describe how hot Jessie looked right then, dressed only in her high heels and some jewelry while her hair and makeup accented her beauty perfectly. My excitement hit a fever pitch when Jessie climbed into bed with me while I wondered which hole I would be treated with first.

Just Jessie's naked body's getting near me made my heart nearly explode from exhilaration. Our eyes met and lingered, Jessie's grin spreading across her face as she prepared to position herself over me. It turned out that I was getting her ass first, as Jessie faced away from me and kind of crab-walked over me, supporting herself in the air by all four limbs. At this point, I took over for her, using one hand to position my cock in line with her ass and using my other hand to guide her downward until my cock slid between her ass cheeks and into her tight, dark hole. I wedged just enough of my tip in first while Jessie adjusted herself. She planted her heels into the comforter beside either of my knees while her hands pushed into the mattress beside my shoulders. I had to duck my head a bit to avoid Jessie's hair in my face as I held up my head and watched Jessie's body sink lower onto my cock.

Jessie cried out a little as I slowly shifted her down. I was careful to be gentle, not knowing how much anal experience she had. Her asshole wasn't as tight as I remember though, since the only other time I had been inside it was when there was already a prick in her twat. After just 30 seconds or so, Jessie was sitting on my balls with my cock firmly stuffed in her shitter.

It was only my second experience with anal myself, the double penetration with Jessie 13 months ago being my lone run at it. I'd never found fucking a girl's ass to be much of a turn-on unless her pussy was being fucked at the same time. When it came to Jessie though, I didn't care if it was her ass, face, tits, pussy - as long as I got to put my cock in Jessie, I would sign up.

Jessie and I were both breathing hard as we slightly realigned our bodies to prepare for an evening of wild sex. I put my hands on Jessie's hips while she continued to plant her hands and feet on the mattress. Then I assisted her only a little as she lifted her body and began to screw me with her ass.

I cursed as Jessie slid up and down my cock, taking it deep inside her butt. I hadn't fucked her in the ass before without her husband in her pussy, so this sensation was kind of a new one for me. I have to say that screwing her ass felt great. I wouldn't prefer it to her pussy, but there was something to say about the different sensations.

Jessie's hair swung down toward my face as Jessie bounced on my cock, going a little faster as she grew more comfortable. I lifted her up and down a bit, but Jessie did most of the work. I kept my gaze on my cock's plundering her ass for a couple minutes but eventually rested my head on the pillow and just let the feelings take over.

Jessie's husband let me fuck his wife's ass for four or five minutes until he invited himself on the bed with us. He stood up between my and Jessie's legs as we all awaited the real fun. It was time for the main entrée: a hot, delicious Jessie sandwich.

I looked on in disbelief as Jessie lifted her legs straight up into the air and spread them wide for her husband while I held her still and helped balance her on my cock. Even though I had performed this same shameful act with these same individuals before, I couldn't believe it was actually happening here. My heart started to pound again as I watched Jessie's husband kneel down in front of us and, holding himself up by one arm, guide his cock into Jessie's remaining vacant opening.

Jessie moaned loudly as her husband leaned forward, sinking his cock into her pussy slowly, inch by inch. Before, I had been the second one to enter Jessie, so it was another new feeling for me as Jessie's husband's cock slid up against mine on the other side of the membrane that separated Jessie's holes. He was gentle out of concern for his wife, but it was only a minute at most until he and I were both balls deep in his woman.

All three of us cursed, Jessie's cry being the loudest. I sank my nails into Jessie's hips as I remained still in her ass for just a moment longer. I looked up with delight at Jessie's legs, outstretched over her husband's shoulders, the heels of her shoes pointing toward the ceiling. Just like last time, there was so much sexiness to take in that it wasn't difficult anymore to look past incidental contact with the other man.

Once we were all settled, Jessie left her left arm planted nearby my head but reached up with the other one to clutch her husband's back as she adjusted to being sandwiched for the first time in more than a year. Her husband lay on top of her, leaning over her right shoulder, while I positioned my head under Jessie's left shoulder and looked up at her sexy legs and heels as they reached for the sky. Now that I was as turned on as I could ever be, I started to thrust up into her ass.

Jessie groaned as my cock stretched out her tight asshole, which was even more constricted now that the adjacent hole was stuffed as well. I did the best I could with the weight of the two bodies on top of me, which was also new exposure for me. I liked it, not so much because another man was a significant percentage of that weight, but because Jessie's back was pressed close against my chest and stomach. As I was still getting the hang of my predicament, Jessie's husband went to work, pulling his hips back and then slowly sinking his cock back into Jessie's pussy.

I wouldn't say double penetration is like riding a bike, especially since we weren't very seasoned in it, but it didn't take long at all to get into the rhythm we had worked out last time. Whenever I felt the cock in Jessie's pussy slide into her, I pulled back in her ass. Then I'd wait until I felt Jessie's husband start to retract before I'd thrust back into my friend. I also quickly figured out that I was able to fuck Jessie better by sliding my body horizontally instead of thrusting back vertically, since I was kind of pinned down.

After a couple minutes, we had it together. With Jessie sandwiched between us, her head close between ours, legs spread and outstretched, her husband and I started to fuck her harder and faster. I continued to pace myself in reference to her husband's cock and kept up pretty well. Our cocks moved like pistons in and out of the panting, moaning bitch as we boys grunted with her. Without Jessie's legs between ours to separate them, occasional contact between us men was sometimes unavoidable, but we hardly noticed as we focused on the wonderful reality that we were double-penetrating this hot girl.

Almost right away, my whole body was perspiring, having Jessie's body pressed close, pinned against me by her husband's thrusting body. I soon noticed that Jessie was coated with sweat as well. I could only imagine how warm she felt being the meat in this delicious sex sandwich.

We double-fucked Jessie hard and fast, sliding in and out of her ass and pussy steadily and firmly for several minutes. All my senses felt sharp as I took in the reality that, after more than a year of frustration, we were simultaneously sawing in and out of Jessie again, which I had so desperately desired to do. Looking up only drove my lust on as I saw Jessie's legs and feet bouncing in the air as our collective mass of flesh bounced on the mattress in this cheap motel to the soundtrack of the heavy breathing of all three of us. While Jessie's husband's current position was my decided favorite for myself in a threesome, I did enjoy the view of Jessie's legs in the air from this perspective, something you miss out on when you're on top.

Eventually, the audio was more than just heavy breathing. I don't think any of us realized how loud we were getting. Jessie especially was moaning and shouting, using her fair share of profanity. The fan could muffle only so much noise. Granted, it was just early evening by this point, but we were probably being heard and were just oblivious to it in these moments of passionate, hot, dirty group sex. Not only was our moaning and yelling emanating from the room, but the squeaking mattress was also quite noisy.

Jessie's hand gripped the comforter right by my head as she continued to clutch her husband's back. At this point, I could also hear the squelching of Jessie's lovely ass and pussy as we boys deftly ravished them. For how awkward we were around each other, Jessie's husband and I sure made a good team when it came to fucking a girl together. Adding to the sounds were the rattling of Jessie's jewelry and, of course, the smacking of damp, sweaty flesh.




Riding the Jessie Train



Being on the bottom, I couldn't really dictate the flow of events. After several minutes of blissful group sex, Jessie's husband slowed to a quick stop and pulled out. Jessie's legs collapsed as her husband withdrew, and I ceased from banging her ass after three or four more hard pumps. Then Jessie's husband got off the bed and directed Jessie to turn over. The gasping, sweat-drenched bitch did as she was told, trying to catch her breath during this brief respite for her poor abused holes.

On her hands and knees, Jessie straddled over me, her hair falling into her face as she looked down, her glistening boobs hanging down toward my chest as I put one hand on her back and the other on my cock, setting it up directly underneath Jessie's pussy. Again, I'd be going into her first.

As Jessie sank down on top of me, taking my whole shaft into her pussy, Jessie's husband suggested I go in her ass. I didn't really make sense to me if we were going to double-penetrate her again, and I was long overdue to fuck Jessie's pussy anyway, so, honestly, I just ignored him. Instead, I briefly squeezed Jessie's boobs once I was to the hilt inside her before putting my hands on her hips and beginning to lift her up and down my cock.

Again, her husband asked me to fuck Jessie's ass, but this time Jessie intervened. "I want you in my ass," she said to him. He acknowledged Jessie but, for now, stayed back as Jessie rode up and down my cock, faster and faster. Her hair and boobs jiggled as she took me inside her incredibly wet and tight cunt over and over again. We moaned in unison as we fucked for a few minutes. While I delighted in the absolute wickedness of sandwiching Jessie these two times, just having one-on-one sex with the girl of my obsession, even if just for a few minutes, was a heavenly experience.

"Are you ready for that cock in your ass?" I heard Jessie's husband say just as my sex with Jessie got really intense. As much as I wanted Jessie to be double-stuffed again, I would have been content to just let her finish me off right there. But as I watched Jessie's husband hop back onto the bed and spread Jessie's ass, drawing his cock near, I supposed it was good either way.

I slid my hands to Jessie's shoulders while Jessie's husband put both hands on his wife's hips and sank right into her ass, not really taking his time at all. Jessie cried out, possibly in pain but maybe in pleasure. Probably both, actually. As I felt that cock sliding into the hole neighboring the one I was filling, I thrust up farther into Jessie so that my balls were touching her taint again. Her husband, this time staying vertical as he knelt in front of us, was soon fully sheathed in Jessie's ass so that Jessie was stuffed in both her holes again. Wasting no time, we men went right back to fucking her.

Jessie propped herself up between the two of us as she moaned and took our double penetration. Her body glistened in the light of the room, the air in which having grown very hot. We were all panting and sweating as we had sex in that motel room. Jessie's husband and I slid in and out of Jessie's ass and pussy relentlessly, establishing the same rhythm as before.

Collapsing on top of me, Jessie slid her hands onto my shoulders and sank her nails in while she got owned at her other end. The whole time she was yelling and moaning. Her damp boobs and stomach pressed against my body, her sweat-soaked hair matted against her neck and pressed against the side of my face. Most of the time her eyes were shut, but on the occasion that I made eye contact with her my gorgeous friend, she would give me a smile that was half endearing, half wicked.

Our cocks plunged in and out of Jessie's holes for what I wish had been forever. As I pumped in and out of Jessie's twat, my hands alternated between her shoulders and her boobs, if her boobs were accessible. After just a few more minutes, I had no choice but to announce I was about to cum. With that warning, Jessie's husband pulled out of his wife's ass, and Jessie hopped off me and then off the bed. I didn't even have to say what I was going to do. All three of us already knew.

I jumped off the bed too with my cock in my hand. Jessie knelt down in front of me, pushing her hair out of her face and closing her eyes just in time for me to step up and cum on her beautiful face. I watched on, moaning loudly as jets of semen sprayed her pretty cheeks, chin, nose and forehead. By the time I was done, cum was streaming down all over her face and down to her neck.

Immensely satisfied, I sat down in a chair across the room and watched shamelessly as Jessie's husband put Jessie on her back on the bed, spread her legs and stood over her as he fucked her pussy. A couple years ago, I probably wouldn't have enjoyed watching someone else have sex with Jessie, but I had no complaints anymore, not after what I had done to her. Jessie laughed, clutching her boobs and lifting her legs again while her husband held her hips and pounded her for just a couple minutes, undeterred that his wife had another man's cum on her face. At last, he pulled out and came all over Jessie's stomach and tits until we were all spent.

We cleaned up and got dressed. I planned to come back the next morning and check out, since we had rented out the room for the entire night. Whether anyone heard us or anyone knew a devil's threesome was going on in that room, I don't know. I didn't care. I now had two incredibly hot experiences that I would never forget, and I hoped dearly that Jessie and I would do whatever we could to make these threesomes a regular thing. If only we had started back in college when we lived near each other!

Just a few months later, Jessie was back in town for Memorial Day weekend. This time, however, her husband didn't come with her. She came up with one of her brothers, actually, but this account isn't going where you might think it's going. The extent of her brother's involvement ends there.

Of course, due to the absence of Jessie's husband, I never expected any action this weekend. She did ask me to keep Sunday open though so we could hang out, but I didn't even dare fantasize about anything. Sure, Jessie was one of the hottest girls I knew and a very good friend, but she was married, and I wasn't going to interfere with her marriage by fucking her for just myself.

To my surprise, Jessie texted me the day before with the location at which to meet her. It was a motel about 10 miles south of her parents' house, where she was staying. I asked her what this meeting was about, and all she said was, "It's not what it looks like. See you then."

I still wasn't close with Jessie's husband, so I didn't care enough to check with him at the time, but apparently nothing Jessie was telling me was dishonest. Anyway, by this point in my life, I'd obviously done some pretty debauched things, so I was pretty calm when I headed to the agreed upon location, which was about 30 minutes away from my apartment, even though I didn't know what I was getting into. Jessie said it wasn't what I would suspect, but I couldn't imagine sex wasn't involved.

Room 201 was the unit to which I was directed to go. I can't even remember the name of the motel (something "lodge," I think), not that it matters, but it was another one of those cheap, two-story structures where all the rooms were accessible from the outside. The place was pretty sketchy looking, but it was a rural setting, and the time was mid-day, so I wasn't worried about getting stabbed - catching something, maybe.

As I headed up the stairs, I looked for Jessie's car and spotted it quickly, so I knew I was in the right place. As I stepped up to room 201, I started to feel nerves. I've never been confident in any type of unfamiliar situation, so my heart started to beat a little faster as I knocked on the door. After a delay of only a couple seconds, the door cracked open just an inch or two, and Jessie's bright brown eye peered through. I noticed she had latched the door, but upon recognizing me, she unset the latch and opened the door wide to let me in. I caught just a brief glimpse of Jessie, intending to check out her outfit, but my attention was immediately directed to another individual in the room.

Shaking my head, I asked Jessie if her ex-boyfriend from nine years ago was actually standing in a motel room with us. Jessie was visibly shaking, albeit only slightly, as she smiled nervously and informed me that one other person would be here any minute. Meanwhile, I was admittedly pretty rude to Andrew, as we'll refer to him, but not only was I in shock, but this guy hadn't been good for Jessie when they dated, and I didn't feel it necessary to be courteous to him even after all that time had passed.

I fired a few questions and Jessie, mainly to avoid silence and not so much to figure out what was going on, since it wasn't hard to deduce the situation. Most of her responses included profuse assurance that her husband not only knew what was going on but was OK with it and chose not to participate as he remained back home for work. I guess perhaps he had to draw the line somewhere.

I, on the other hand, would soon realize I still hadn't found my precise limit when it came to sexual relations with Jessie, and she knew it better than I did when she arranged this meeting. While Andrew and I exchanged no more than an awkward glace and perhaps a nod with a "Sup?," Jessie headed toward the bathroom. It was then that the realization of my situation began to settle in and I was able to notice Jessie's outfit.

She had her hair pulled back in a ponytail for now, which showed off her large silver hoop earrings. Her top was a strapless pink button-down that bared her midriff . Her black miniskirt looked just a bit longer than the one she'd worn for her husband and me just a few months ago, and her black, open-toe high heels were, I believe, the same ones she wore way back when we double-stuffed her the first time. We had agreed that high heels were a necessity for Jessie in these types of situations. 

While Jessie was in the bathroom, the atmosphere in the room was even more awkward than when I had sat in a stranger's house with Jessie's husband two Christmases ago before my first threesome. At this point, I knew literally nothing about Andrew anymore and didn't really care to find out. I just wondered how far this meeting would go and what Andrew was willing to do. Jessie had said one more was on the way, and obviously we were all going to fuck her. I thought it was fair to consider it a gangbang at this point, but would we all just take turns or would these guys be down to double-penetrate her? Would I even be comfortable going that far with these guys? Would they want to take it even further, to a level at which even I was uncomfortable?

With all these thoughts racing through my mind while Jessie was taking way too long in the bathroom, as girls do, there was a knock at the door. I really have no idea if we waited for five minutes or an hour - I completely lost track of time, reminiscent of Jessie's and my first group sex. At the knock, Jessie bolted from the bathroom, stumbling a little in her high heels. Her makeup appeared to be about half-finished, so I knew I'd get to enjoy several more minutes of uncomfortable waiting, only with two other guys instead of one. At that moment, as Jessie opened the door, I started to entertain the thought that it was another girl waiting to be let in, a thought that got me excited. That excitement didn't last long.

The opening door revealed Ben. I hadn't seen Ben in about six years and was happy with that arrangement. I was not surprised that he would show up for a gangbang, though, and I was actually not happy at all that Jessie invited him to fuck her. Ben was a creep for as long as I had known him, and I was sure that fact hadn't changed over the years, especially now having seen him with that disturbing grin on his face as he showed up for a group fuck of one of my best friends. I guess I was being pretty judgmental though, since I was there for the same reason, but I digress.

Jessie would later explain that, much like when she first invited me to join her and her husband, she thought it would be hot to invite multiple guys to fuck her in one session and see where it went. We never really justified this one in the context of her marriage, though, since her husband was absent, but I was there and ready to go, so it was easy to just not back out. We later figured that trying something even more debauched would give us a story worth telling instead of the same double-penetration story again.

Maybe I was biased because of my friendship with her or just the fact that she was my type, but Jessie was a really hot piece of ass and very popular on top (because?) of it. I knew it wasn't a stretch that she could scroll down her contact list and randomly find a few guys who would be happy to take turns fucking her with other guys. Heck, she'd essentially done the same thing with me a year and a half ago, right? The choices of Andrew and Ben made perfect sense after I was able to think about it. The fact that she'd gotten only three tells me she either didn't try hard enough or put a limit on it. Personally, having seen first hand what Jessie was already capable of, I'm sure she could have taken another man or two.

I didn't even complain about Ben's presence, not because I didn't want to but because there was no point. Beside, by now I was in with no turning back. If Ben wasn't there to help triple-team Jessie, who would? I just accessed the depraved pervert in me to pull me through like the couple times before.

Jessie headed back into the bathroom, leaving the three of us guys together. Andrew was always quiet, which I appreciated more than ever now. Ben, not so much, and he was totally comfortable even in this context. I won't even waste space here with the stuff he was saying. I don't even care if he sees this writing. Let's just say he was eager to comment on Jessie, on us guys, on the situation and on the extent of what we were about to do. Neither Andrew nor I really acknowledged him, but it didn't stop him from talking.

Jessie was in the bathroom for probably 10 more minutes, but it definitely felt much longer. Ben was so annoying that I wasn't even aroused anymore, so it's not even like the anticipation was killing me. Well, until Jessie stepped out of the bathroom, that is.

Her makeup was complete, sure, and her hair now hung down loose around her shoulders, but the most noticeable difference was the absence of her top and skirt. She strutted out in the dim light with a huge nervous grin on her face, sporting just her black high heels and bright pink underwear. The earrings were the only jewelry she wore, which were almost completely obscured by her long brown hair anyway. The bra she wore was strapless and accentuated her pert B-cup boobs perfectly. For her lower half, she had chosen a thong. At this point, I noticed I had previously missed her pink finger- and toe nails. I think it was a brighter shade than the last time.

Jessie's appearance was the only thing better than the fact that Ben finally went quiet. I can't speak for the other guys, but I was stunned silent. I forgot the other guys were even there as I gazed upon the 28-year-old, slender, almost naked brunette beauty before me. Her body looked amazing, especially considering she'd given birth once. Obviously I'd seen Jessie naked before and in some pretty hot poses, but there was just something about her in that attire and in this situation that made my heart stop.

More and more, this rendezvous reminded me of my first time with Jessie and her husband. The awkwardness with the other participants, the way my brain inconsistently gauged the passing of time and how my vital body functions fluctuated all combined to excite and entice me as I embarked on a genuinely new experience with the object of my obsession, an experience about which I'd personally never dared to entertain.

Before we did anything, Jessie demanded we turn in our cell phones. Since we'd all be getting chances to observe while not participating, Jessie didn't want any pictures or videos going online. None of us gave her any trouble as she put them in her purse that was on the nightstand, though the right picture or video would have been really hot.

Once the phone issue was settled, Ben made the first move, which instantly gave rise to jealousy within me, but it was my own fault. Andrew and I just stood there like deer in headlights while Ben was the first one to break the spell and get started. He walked up to Jessie, who giggled as he grabbed her arm and pushed her over toward the twin bed. By the time Jessie was at the bed, Ben had his gym shorts down his knees and his cock out. Jessie bent over the bed, propping herself with her elbows on the mattress, turning her head to look over her shoulder through her hair that was coming down over her face as she watched Ben use one hand to push Jessie's thong strap aside and used the other hand to guide his cock against Jessie's pussy. He didn't give Jessie so much as the courtesy of getting spit on his dick before he poked it inside her, then switched his hands onto her hips and thrust forward until his balls touched her clit.

Watching Ben fuck Jessie wasn't my favorite thing, but it was hot to watch Jessie take a dick while bent over a motel bed and still in her underwear. She smiled and held her head straight up as her body rocked back and forth with Ben's steady pumps in and out of her. At this point, I remembered how the fan had muffled some of the noise last time I was in this setting, so I went ahead and turned it on before going back to watch Ben and Jessie have sex. 

After a couple minutes, I found myself touching myself a little, so I just undid my jeans and let my cock out but refrained from stroking it for now. Meanwhile, Andrew had sat down for whatever reason and just watched. I couldn't help but notice the bulge in his jeans, betraying the fact that he was enjoying the party.

After a couple moments of moaning and fucking my favorite friend, Ben reached up to undo Jessie's bra, letting it fall onto the comforter as he slowed down in her for just a couple seconds. Then he put his hands on her boobs and went back to taking deep, hard strides into her for several more minutes until Jessie told him it was someone else's turn. 

Ben gave Jessie a couple more hard thrusts and shouted as he ground up on her and held his cock inside her for a moment before finally pulling out. His cock shimmered with Jessie's juices in the dim light as he stepped back. I immediately made my move, already standing and having my cock out while Andrew remained seated.

Upon seeing me approach, Jessie pushed herself up onto her hands, her arms rigid, and grinned at me. I stepped up behind her and leaned forward to first pull Jessie's thong down her legs, not wanting to contend with the article at all. Now I could see that Jessie's pussy was wet and swelling from both having been fucked already and the anticipation of being fucked again. I decided to leave the thong around Jessie's ankles for now. It looked good with her sexy high heels.

My hands shook as I still adjusted to what was going on. I'd never fucked a girl with others watching and, while group sex wasn't new to me, it was still a pretty fresh experience. As I held my cock, Jessie threw her hair back over her shoulder by swinging her neck and looked ahead, arms straight, legs rigid and spread for me. She was posing, knowing she wasn't just giving me sex but also performing for two other guys. As my erection protruded straight out, longing for Jessie's twat, I let my pants drop to my ankles and quickly threw off my shirt, knowing the room would be getting pretty warm soon. Then I put my left hand on Jessie's bare back as my other hand wedged the tip of my cock into her opening.




Riding the Jessie Train



Jessie cooed as my right hand joined the other on her back and I slowly thrust into her. I sighed loudly, not really aware of the guys who were watching me. Once I was inside Jessie, I didn't really care who was watching or how many. Jessie's tight, wet twat squeezed on the full length of my cock once I sank all the way into her, making everything in the world right. She was so intoxicating that I began to question the limits of what I would do with her.

I proceeded to make love to Jessie's cunt, leaning over top of her, sliding my hands up and down her back as I pumped in and out of her, slowly at first. Jessie moaned with me and held her head up by mine as I fucked her over that bed for just a few fleeting moments before Jessie reminded me to share.

Reluctantly, I pulled out and stepped back to allow Andrew, now fully disrobed, step up behind Jessie and take his turn. For the next half hour or so (probably longer; I lost track of time), we took turns with Jessie in that order. In all, we each got three goes with her alone. When I got my second round, Jessie stepped out of the thong that had still been around her ankles and let me flip her onto her back, lifting her legs up and resting her ankles on my shoulders.

Jessie put her arms over her head and gripped the comforter as she prepared for my entry, her hair splayed around her head. Sweat glistened on her sexy body while her boobs heaved up and down. She looked at me with those piercing brown eyes as I slid my member back into her used cunt. Leaning forward, I grabbed Jessie's boobs as I nailed her hard right from the start. My balls slapped against her taint as her body shook and her legs bounced against my shoulders. I started to pant and sweat as I plunged harder and faster into her over and over again until I forced myself out of her to avoid cumming too soon.

Andrew and Ben fucked Jessie in the same manner. Halfway through his third session, Ben pushed Jessie up onto the bed and, never taking his cock out of her, slid up with her, lying her head on the pillow. Then he continued to fuck her while her legs stretched out toward the ceiling, her hands holding onto the headboard.

"Fuck me until you cum all over my face!" Jessie yelled as Ben gave her the business. He did just as she said, his body slapping against hers as he pressed up against her, the bed creaking beneath them as they had sex. Finally, Ben pulled out and knelt over Jessie, groaning as he jerked himself off until he came all over Jessie's face.

It was my turn. I couldn't help but admire Jessie's cum bespattered face, even though it was another man's semen. As I lay on top of her, I was careful to not get any of the jizz on me, but Jessie made that endeavor challenging as she wrapped her arms and legs around me, pulling me close against her immediately when I sank into her. Undeterred, I thrust hard and deep into Jessie in rapid succession, smacking my damp flesh against her own. My balls slapped against her taint as the squelching of her wet pussy joined the sounds of our sex, the creaking of the bed and the fan.

With all the stimulation, it wasn't long until I felt my balls tighten. Intensely turned on, I whispered into Jessie's ear if she wanted a double penetration. "Maybe later," she gasped. A moment ago, I don't know if I was comfortable double-penetrating Jessie with one of these guys, but I was too turned on right now to pass up the opportunity or at least not pursue it.

Breaking out of Jessie's cage of limbs, I pulled out just in time to point my cock at her face as ropes of cum shot out. The sweat-soaked bitch quickly grabbed my erupting cock and stroked it fast, assisting me as semen splattered all over her forehead, nose and eyelids. A few shots streaked through her hair near the end until the last couple ropes dripped onto her neck.

Andrew fucked Jessie lying down on top of her as well. For Andrew, Jessie spread her legs and rested them over his hips while she held onto his shoulders. Andrew gave her the full force of his cock for just a couple minutes before he pulled out and shot his load onto her tits first and then the rest on her face to accompany the two helpings that were already there.

Andrew backed away, joining us two other men, as Jessie got off the bed and stood to her feet. Her face was a masterpiece, all but covered in cum that was now dripping down her face and as far as her stomach after a minute or so. Before a single one of us could reach for our clothes, Jessie stopped us.

"Rest up," she said. "We're not done yet." With those words, she winked at me. Even though I was spent, I was getting turned on all over again, hoping Jessie was referring to what I thought she was referring to. I wasn't sure before but I was committed now to some more wicked group sex. I just hoped the guys would be on board too.

Jessie strutted off to the bathroom to clean up the mess on her face and freshen up, meaning we guys were going to have to wait entirely too long in either silence or with Ben's inappropriate comments. It turns out, the silence didn't really bother me, and Ben's talking was easy to ignore as I was intently focused on getting myself prepared to perform once Jessie came back. I wanted to be ready to go so as to not miss this opportunity. I decided I really wanted to Andrew and Ben to double-stuff Jessie while I watched, since just the thought of seeing that act was doing a good job of getting me hard again already. Sitting back and watching Jessie get sandwiched was a long-time fantasy of mine and one I hadn't been able to fulfill despite having double-fucked her twice myself.

After 20 minutes or so, Jessie reemerged from the bathroom. She looked as sharp as she did before only her hair looked a little less fresh. Otherwise, she had cleaned off the cum and sweat and had reapplied her makeup. She was still naked, of course, except for high heels and earrings. We guys were all still bare too.

"Which of you guys is into double penetration?" Jessie asked, making my heart flutter with delight and anticipation. "I know you are," she added, looking directly at me. To no one's surprise, Ben raised his hand and voiced his affirmation to do the dirty deed. If I were shameless enough to do something, Ben certainly was too.

Andrew, on the other hand, stayed silent, but Jessie said to him, "I'll come back to you. You owe me this much." I never found out what was being implied there. Maybe it referred to the fun she just gave us or maybe she was referring to something from when they dated years ago.

We mutually agreed that Ben and I would take Jessie first, since we were eager to do it, while Andrew was a little uneasy. As we got into the bed, Ben asked me if I'd double-penetrated Jessie before, based on her comment to me a minute earlier. I answered that I'd done it with her twice now. I think I earned his instant respect if I didn't have it already. "Wow," he said, "just congrats, man."

I let Ben, who, needless to say, was hard again, lie down first. I then encouraged Jessie to give him her ass. In a double penetration, every position is good, yes, whether ass or pussy, on top or on the bottom. However, my clear favorite was on top, in Jessie's pussy. Jessie gave me no resistance and straddled Ben, who held onto her waist as she planted her feet on either side of his hips. Then she grabbed his cock, positioned it and then pushed the head into her asshole before letting go and slowly sinking her down until she was sitting on his balls.

Ben and Jessie cried out from the sensation, and Jessie leaned back, propping her upper body with her arms while Ben ground up against her and adjusted to her tight asshole. Ben's hands moved up to Jessie's boobs while Jessie looked up at me and welcomed me right in by beckoning me with her hand and lifting and spreading her legs. I can't even describe how hot she looked, and that sight wasn't even the best thing I'd see that day.

Wildly turned on and without hesitation, I climbed between Jessie's legs, hovering over her and not giving a damn if my legs accidentally made contact with Ben's. After you've double-fucked a girl a couple times, you get over some of the homophobia while remaining confident in your sexual orientation. Brazenly, I pushed my cock into Jessie's pussy, which was tight still even after being ravaged earlier. Once the first inch was in, I put a hand on each of Jessie's ankles and then slid to the hilt inside her, knowing I had bottomed out in her once my balls touched her stretched out taint. Less than an inch separated Ben's and my testicles, but it was enough distance for me to remain comfortable.

Jessie practically screamed as she was sandwiched for, to my knowledge, the third time in her life. If anyone was close by, Jessie's scream was heard, but no one ended up disturbing us. I smiled at Jessie as I began to thrust in and out of her cunt, and she smiled back, mouth agape and eyes gazing endearingly into mine as she balanced herself on Ben's cock in her ass and held herself up by her arms.

Ben took a minute to adjust to Jessie's asshole with my cock stuffing the hole right next to it, so I got kind of a head start at fucking Jessie. To help his case, he slid his hands from Jessie's boobs to her hips, giving him a better grip on Jessie as he sought to plunder her ass. Once Ben started to stroke in and out of Jessie's ass, I let go of her ankles and lay down on top of her, my chest smashing her boobs as I pushed her back against Ben's chest, my head over her left shoulder. Ben kept his head over Jessie's other shoulder, and now we had Jessie firmly secured as the meat in our sandwich.

I put one hand on Jessie's shoulder, not far from Ben's head. My right arm slid under the pillow. We boys did our best to avoid contact with each other, but each of us stayed focused on Jessie in between us, which, as always, evaporated any anxieties that come with a devil's threesome. Now that Jessie was pressed between us, our cocks buried deep inside her, filling both her holes, we were ready to give our bitch the fucking she needed. I had already been slowly stroking in and out of her cunt, but my lust grew more wild as I felt the other cock begin to pump in her ass. After a couple experiences with double penetration, the feeling of that other cock on the other side of that membrane didn't weird me out at all anymore.

It took us a couple minutes to angle our hips right and get used to thrusting into Jessie's constricted holes, but once we had it down, we were sawing in and out of Jessie firmly and steadily while all three of us grunted and yelled. With each passing moment we thrust faster and faster, our balls taking turns slapping against Jessie's taint, which was nice and taut, thanks to our cocks' filling her holes and her legs held up and spread out. Eventually, Jessie bent her legs at the knees so that her feet hung down behind my back while she continued to prop herself up, but my access to her cunt remained unhindered.

I was in my glory as Ben and I took turns in Jessie's holes. By now, Jessie lay flat back against Ben, her head on the pillow, arms out and hands gripping the comforter while her legs continued to dangle over my hips. Her body was soaked with a combination of her sweat and that of two other men as she slipped and squirmed, being pressed tightly between us. As sweat dripped down my forehead, I pushed myself up, sliding my hands onto Jessie's boobs and looking down at her. When her eyes opened in mid-moan, she saw my gaze at her and lifted up her head slightly, smiling. She squeezed the comforter and continued to smile through our double penetration of her, which delighted me.

My eyes then scanned down past her pretty gaping mouth, from which leaked sexy moans, down to my hands on her boobs, which had drops of sweat glistening between them. I continued to her shining stomach and finally to her spread legs and stuffed pussy that was taking a steady pounding from my stiff member. Still thrusting into her, I leaned back to get a glimpse of her cute taint and pummeled holes, of Ben's and my cocks sawing in and out of her.

At that moment, I wanted desperately to see the whole pictures. While being on top of Jessie and in her pussy in a double penetration was surpassed by nothing, I at least wanted the opportunity to just sit back and watch all of Jessie as she was stuffed in both holes. I looked over my shoulder and asked Andrew to take over for me, but he was hesitant at best. Jessie then pushed herself up, forcing my hands down to her waist near Ben's hands, and she threw one arm over my shoulder as she looked at Andrew and told him to get over here. It's not like he didn't like what he saw, after all; his full mast dick was out for all to see.

Before Andrew even committed, I let go of Jessie and pulled out of her sopping pussy, which made a sucking sound when I exited. Meanwhile, Ben never stopped thrusting into Jessie's ass, only picking up his pace once I freed up the hole next to it. When I got off the bed, Ben grabbed Jessie's boobs again and really hammered away at her ass, making her scream as she fell back onto his chest, clutching the blankets again and digging her heels into the mattress. Andrew was still being reluctant as he and I watched Jessie take an anal pounding, but both Ben and Jessie called Andrew out until he stepped up to the bed and got involved.

I pulled up a chair and almost came just from the thought of what I was about to see. Jessie grinned wickedly as she propped herself up again and watched Andrew approach. Andrew got between Jessie's legs, at which point Jessie lifted her legs and spread them wide, and Ben slowed down to a stop from his fucking temporarily. As I sat down, I struggled even to breathe as Andrew's erect cock pushed into that pretty pink pussy I had just been inside.

Jessie threw her head back and screamed as Andrew slowly slid his member into Jessie's pussy, which I knew from experience was nice and tight, thanks to the cock in her ass. As always, they took a minute to adjust and position themselves, but before long, the boys were giving an honest effort to fuck both of Jessie's holes. I had to refrain from touching myself for a little while so I wouldn't cum and then not be able to enjoy the situation quite as fully.

Watching Jessie get double-penetrated was everything I had ever hoped it would be. At last, I didn't have to see just her upper body or just her backside or just her legs and feet. I could see all of it at the same time, including her taint and filled sex holes. As the two men took turns thrusting into her, Jessie held herself up between the two of them, letting her head fall back, her hair in Ben's face, as she spread herself out and let both men have sex with her simultaneously.

Jessie lowered her legs under Andrew's arms and around his waist. In response, Andrew leaned forward over her left shoulder and began to slam into her even harder while Ben tried to match Andrew's thrusts. The boys sawed in and out of my beautiful friend, whose legs bounced in rhythm with the men's thrusts. The air was filled with the sounds of the squeaking bed, slapping flesh and moaning voices, while the smells of perfume, sweat and sex helped paint the picture as well.

Jessie took the team-fucking so well that she could have been a porn star for all I cared. Amid the threesome, she looked over right at me and laughed demonically in amusement. "Do you like watching me get double-stuffed?" she asked me. In response, all I could manage was a nod, since mouth was entirely dried out. By now, I couldn't help but masturbate as I watched this Jessie sandwich. Just like food, looking at it only made me want to consume it, and all of a sudden I wanted to be back inside her. It's not like I was going to complain though: I had front-row seats to the hottest, albeit most degenerate, sight I'd ever seen.

After several minutes of intense group sex, the boys decided to switch holes. They pulled out for just a moment, flipping the used whore onto her hands and knees. Ben immediately stuck himself in Jessie's twat before putting his hands on her shoulders and letting her sink down on him. Just as Jessie's clit reached Ben's balls, Andrew's cock was already pushing to the hilt inside Jessie's ass as he held her hips. 

The boys grunted, and Jessie moaned shrilly as she took two cocks all the way inside her so that she was completely stuffed. I jerked off harder, holding off an orgasm probably only because I had already gone once today. Within seconds, Andrew and Ben were taking turns in Jessie's holes again, double-penetrating her while her body remained propped between the two of them. They pumped harder and faster into Jessie, rocking her body back and forth as they nailed her. I watched for just a few minutes until I realized we had the opportunity to stuff all of Jessie's holes. Without warning, I got up and headed to the bed.

There wasn't really a way to carry out this idea comfortably. I'd inevitably be in close proximity to both Ben and Andrew, but I just couldn't pass up this chance. While the other guys continued to roughly pound the squirming female, I stood beside the bed, next Jessie's head - and Ben's head - and offered Jessie my cock.

I looked down steadfastly at Jessie's face as she, without a word from anyone, dutifully opened her mouth and let me stick my prick in it. From up here, I could really distinctly hear the slapping of sweaty flesh and the squelching of Jessie's poor, overworked sex holes, not to mention that the bed sounded like it was going to break beneath the three of them. I noticed how sweat was dripping all over Jessie, how her hair, once so pretty and styled, was now a matted, dirty mess. The gross but hot sound of two men slamming into her sweat-coated body was really something to hear.

Also overpowering were the smell of sex and the heat generated by all this fun. It was a lot to take in as I watched Jessie impressively suck my cock even though she was already struggling to keep up and catch her breath with the pounding she was taking. I was careful to not look below or above Jessie's head, but my eyes did travel down her body to her other end where two male bodies were thrusting into and smacking against her as the three of us men plugged all her holes. Occasionally, I'd look as far down as her feet in those high heels, which bounced slightly on either side of the other men's legs as the bed creaked up and down beneath them.

Eventually, I was doing the work along with the other guys, sliding my cock in and out of Jessie's pretty mouth, against her wet tongue. Jessie stayed as still as she could and just let us fuck her. Most of her effort was concentrated on holding herself up and not suffocating on my cock while each of us guys pushed in and pulled out of our designated hole over and over and over again.

At last and with no warning beside a loud moan, I started to cum. My body had reached sensory overload and could no longer take the sounds, the smells and, most of all the sights. I shot off once inside Jessie's mouth and then pulled out, letting her gasp for air, and launched off a few more good shots onto her left cheek before letting the rest splatter within her hair. Since I'd had one orgasm already, this one wasn't as impressive, but I was still surprised at how much cum I'd managed from being so wildly turned on. I tried to ensure none of my cum was wasted on the sheets or, worse yet, the man beneath Jessie, but I avoided checking.

I backed away, and, about a minute later, Ben came inside Jessie's pussy. Most likely Ben's orgasm on one side of the membrane pushed Andrew over the edge on the other side, and both boys were cumming inside Jessie's holes, moaning loudly as they finished double-penetrating her. Jessie was laughing, feeling two men explode inside her for undoubtedly the first time in her life. Meanwhile, I was sitting back in the chair, cooling off and taking in the sight of the two men grinding against my hot female friend as they shot off inside her together.




Riding the Jessie Train



Everyone was pretty worn out by this point, but none more than Jessie. Cum leaked from Jessie's holes as first Andrew and then Ben withdrew from her and the mass of human flesh disassembled. As I backed away and started to pick up my clothes, that guilt plagued my mind that maybe we had gone too far, but I quickly suppressed it.

We guys got dressed and did a little cleaning and freshening up while Jessie had rolled over in the bed, breathing heavily as she appeared to doze off. Her hair was untidily spread over the pillow, her limbs weakly lying on the blankets. Her body gleamed in the dim light from being coated in sweat, both hers and ours. My heart went out to my friend. She looked incredibly sexy lying there in only her high heels, having probably bit off more than she could chew. It took three strong men, but this sex goddess may have met her match.

Ben and Andrew left once they were dressed. Andrew asked if I was going to stay with Jessie, which I affirmed. Those moments were pretty awkward, but I was able to be comfortable and reflect on what had just transpired once the other guys left. The temptation to take a picture of Jessie as she lay there soaked in sweat and half-conscious at best was excruciating, but I didn't want to violate her trust.

About 45 minutes after the other boys left, Jessie finally sat up. Upon seeing me, she smiled sweetly and asked if I had had fun. She didn't complain of any discomfort, but I could only imagine she felt wrecked, both physically and mentally. I let her shower and change into some shorts and a t-shirt, and then I showered as well before we decided to spend the evening together in that cheap room Jessie had rented for the night.

After the sun had gone down, things officially went too far. That night ended with that true culmination of 10 years of friendship and sexual frustration with Jessie as I finally had passionate, intimate sex with her. While we would end up coming clean with Jessie's husband, who surprisingly didn't completely lose his cool, I probably wouldn't be joining their marital activities for a long time, if ever again, which was a shame. But the temptation to fuck her that night was simply too strong. Once it got dark, Jessie decided to spend the night, not needing to explain to anyone where she was because she was a grown woman. Eventually, being bored and tired, not to mention the factor of all the sexual activity in which we'd been involved, it was inevitable that we got naked and made love.

It started with harmless hand stuff. Hand stuff became oral, and oral became Jessie on her back, under the covers, taking my cock over and over again in her pussy as I lay on top of her with her arms around me. We kissed and fucked intensely for at least 30 minutes, my cock raging despite being worked hard that day. When it was over, I was both as satisfied as I'd ever been and ridden with guilt because I'd fucked another man's wife without his consent, participation or even knowledge. However, while pressed against Jessie and stroking hard and fast into her twat with no one else's involvement for the first time, I'd be lying if I said it was anything short of a divine experience.

When we were finished, we both had orgasms. I pulled out just in time to cum on her face one more time while she continued to lie on her back and started to catch her breath. Relaxed and content, we fell peacefully asleep, even in that sketchy motel, but when we awoke, we knew we had done wrong. We weren't awkward with each other or anything, though. We agreed we had fun, both during the the gangbang and our intimate sex. We even didn't want to close the door on future threesomes with her husband, but with his trust violated and the lines blurred, we thought it better to just enjoy the memories, let things go back to normal and move on with our lives.

Since then, I've grown content with the thought that my sexual exploits with Jessie are likely in the past. They were wild, hot, dirty and fun, and I'd always have those memories. Now, though, I was free to move on, to open the door for experiences with girls who didn't live more than 500 miles away from me and who weren't married. I soon realized that double penetration was not only still a possibility, but something I could experiment more with as I pursued sexual encounters.

"Try Craigslist," Jessie suggested via text one day. "Let me know how it goes. I want to hear everything."



Riding the Little Bus



Warning, the following scene contains elements that some readers may find distasteful. This includes: drug use, anal, and scat. If you find any of the above offensive, please read no further.

*

It was toward the end of another hot, nasty day at work. The sun was high, the summer hot, and the blacktop rippled in mirage. The asphalt was hot enough to cook an egg.

Most of the other guys had already gone home since most of the day's work had been thankfully finished early today. It wasn't always like that though; other days, they'd stay hours over to get caught up. Auto auctions were always like that, and took a strange sort of person to last any time on the job. It could be dangerous work - nearly all of the cars were used, and many of them were insurance write-offs. A lot of the cars had been in wrecks too. Sometimes cars would catch on fire as they were driven through the auction. Other times, brakes or other mechanical failures would cause wrecks. There were always problems with security - high end parts would go missing, and sometimes customers would sabotage an otherwise good car so it would run like shit during auction, so the saboteur could get it for a low bid.

His name was actually James, but everyone called him Slim. He was a white guy, tall and wiry, like a basketball player. He was an older guy with a grey wild beard, and never went anywhere without his Oakley sunglasses and woodland cammo Boonie hat. Everyone knew that Slim was a little off, but he was an ex Green Berets, and they often were a bit off.

Slim smelled pot. He'd smelled it a few times recently, and he was determined to find out where it was coming from. Sometimes people would forget to clean out the auction cars really well, and the employees would find things inside of them. They'd found a big old ten inch dildo in a car's trunk once, and stuck it onto the front of the transport bus as a hood ornament. The damn rubber dong would flap around in the wind rhythmically, nodding its head up and down. Of course, some manager type from inside the air conditioned office saw it, and made them get rid of it. Slim thought the big rubber dong was funny, and might be handy for a practical joke, so he took it home. At any rate, Slim wanted to do some trunk diving in the cars, and see if he could figure out where that pot smell was coming from. It might be a good score if he could find a bunch of dope in a car, and smuggle it out.

So, he was off, poking around the lot, and goofing off as far as anyone else was concerned. He had a half a dozen ready excuses though, if any manager sorts asked him what he was out there doing at quitting time, so he wasn't worried about it. Driving around, with his head out the window, like a dog, he picked up the smell again. That smell, it seemed to move around somehow. But this time, he was going to track it down. It seemed to be coming from one of the mechanic's shops. He pulled his little bus into a good place, and parked it. He got out, and started walking toward the building. The building was dark and quiet, like it should be. The smell seemed to be stronger outside too, so he walked around to the side of the aluminum building. He was on the building's short side, so it only took him a minute or so to reach the corner of the building. From there, he could see little puffs of smoke wafting around toward him, and could hear a lighter being lit up repeatedly.

Ah! Not a car full of pot, but a pot smoker, he thought. He was sure that the guy was right around the corner from him. So, being a crazy fuck that everyone knew wasn't right in the head, Slim quietly pulled his cock out of his BDU pants. With a big grin on his face, he aimed at the corner of the building, and started pissing. Then he took a couple of quick side steps, to get his piss into the vicinity of the smoker. Slim was already quietly laughing when he stepped around the corner, and heard a woman's voice yell out, "HEY! WHAT THE FUCK, MAN!"

It was the new girl, Jessica, or something. Slim wasn't all that great with names anymore. "Oh, sorry! Thought you were one of the guys."

Slim pointed his cock away, but kept pissing. It was hard to stop pissing once he got a stream going, and hurt too, so he just let it fly.

"Dude. You're fucking something else man..." Jessica said. Slim thought she was cute. She had a round face, lots of freckles, and small, squinty eyes. She was a Tomboyish girl with natural strawberry blonde hair, and a really nice body, with big, bouncy boobs. She was Slim's sort. Well, any woman with big bouncy boobs was Slim's sort.

As Slim pissed, he said, "Look. I won't say nothing about your pot smoking on the job, if you don't say nothing about me flippin my junk out."

She laughed, and said, "Hey, you didn't get no piss on me, so no harm, no foul. I mean, I don't let just anyone piss on me."

"You let people piss on you?"

"Sure, if I like them enough..." She took a big toke of her joint, and Slim seemed to look at her in a new light. He crab-stepped over next to her, putting his back against metal wall of the building, and continuing to pee. As she held the hit in, she looked at Slim, and asked with her eyes if he wanted to hit it. She half way passed it over, and he smiled, and plucked it from her dainty fingers. Like with most people, he towered over her. He took a big, long hit from the joint, and finally his bladder was empty enough to drop his urine stream down to just dribbles. Slim thought about it for a bit, but he was enjoying the breeze on his junk, and decided to leave it hanging out unless the girl said something.

She looked up at him with blazing red eyes, and told him, "Hey, I think you're done." She grabbed his impressive member by its base. "Want me to shake it, and put it away?"

Slim smiled real big, and looked down at the stoned blonde. He shook his head "no", that he didn't want her to put it away. She seemed to be surprised by that, and wrapped her dainty hand all the way around the base of his shaft, looking down at it. His big hairy balls were shifting around on their own, and the cock itself was growing stiffer in her small, cool hand. She looked back up at him, and asked, "Well, if you don't want me to put it away, what do you want me to do with it?"

Slim was still holding his breath, and didn't want to let it go just yet. But this girl was making it hard to hold. He still had that giant smile on his face, and tried not to laugh as he shrugged his shoulders real big.

She seemed to be fascinated by Slim's large, growing member, and moved in front of Slim, examining it from all different angles. Then she looked up at him, and with wide mouthed astonishment, said, "Hey, it's getting bigger!"

Slim bust out laughing, releasing a billowing cloud of smoke. "Well, yeah. It likes being handled by hot girls with big tits. You can make it even bigger if you put it in your mouth."

"You want me to suck your piss dribbling dick, you dirty old man?" she teased.

"Oh, yeah. I'd love to play with them titties too."

"I never do this sort of thing with guys I don't know very well... Hell, I've never even seen your eyes."

Slim pulled his sunglasses off, and squatted down, putting himself lower then she was. "Can you see the color?"

"Wow. Slim, you've got the prettiest blue eyes I've ever seen," she said, leaning in close to him, with a hand on either side of his face, running her fingers through his whiskers.

Slim reached a hand around her head, and took her by the back of her head. He pulled her forward, and kissed her deeply on the lips, making his intentions clear. She didn't resist. After a few minutes of kissing, he pulled away, and reached down to the hem of her tee shirt. She helped him pull it off, and reached behind herself to unhook her bra. With wide eyes, she said, "This is so naughty dude. It would be so easy to get caught."

"You've got great tits. Big. Round. Bouncy..." Slim played with her breasts, and contemplated another hit on the joint. He massaged them harshly, squeezing them beneath his big hands, pushing them together, and harshly rolling her nipples between his fingers. He even took to slapping them lightly. She grew flushed beneath his treatment.

"That feels good Slim. I like it rough... Can I suck your pissy cock now?"

"Yeah," he stood up for her, "I'd like that."

She stuck the end of her tongue out, and licked the few remaining dribbles of piss from his cock. "Hmmm...." she pulled away, and gave Slim a surprised look, "that tastes so GOOD. Do you have any more? Can you piss in my mouth?"

Slim nodded, and fished his lighter out. He let her handle him, and he sparked that blunt back up, and started sucking deeply on it, taking another lungful of smoke in. He could see that she had just the tip of him in her mouth, and was holding his large cock steady in her fist. Her other hand, she brought up to cradle his hairy balls. He had to strain to pee. It was always a strain to pee when he didn't really need to, especially if he had a semi. But he bore down, and he could feel a little piss trickling out. It made his head feel light, baring down to pee with all that stimulation down there, while holding a lungful of heavy, acrid smoke in his lungs. He was sure his eyes had turned beat red by now, so he slid his sunglasses back on. The girl swallowed every drop, and as the last drops came out, the hit exploded from his mouth.

Slim was stoned... and it felt fantastic with that girl handling his junk. She just needed to move her head some. He reached down, and took her by the hair, and started moving her head back and forth on his cock, as he leaned against the hot metal wall. This was a small slice of heaven, to hell with it if anybody spotted them. The only thing wrong, was that he could reach her tits.

He slowly grew very hard in her mouth and hands, being almost as large as the fake dong he'd used as a hood ornament. Eventually, he started rolling his hips, to push deeper into her mouth as she sucked. She didn't protest, even when he used the hand in her hair to pull her forward, deeper and deeper onto it. His eyes were closed behind his sunglasses, and it wasn't until he felt her hungry tongue on his nuts that he realized that she was actually deep throating him all the way down. And with that, he decided that he needed her. He pulled her up to her feet as she wiped the drool away from her mouth. She was smiling, "Wow man, that was bad-ass. I've never been able to deep throat without puking before."

He smiled and joked, "I'm a man of many talents. But right now, I need to be inside of you, ok?"

She just, "Hmmm'd," to his suggestion, but let him turn her around. As he started unbuckling her belt and working on her pants, she shimmied between his legs, teasing his cock. When he finally pulled her pants and panties down, she looked back at him with a strange look. "I want to fuck you dude. Like seriously. But I can't. I'm not on the pill.... maybe I can suck you off?"

"Nope. I almost never can come that way."

She grabbed his cock by the base, and then pressed herself down on it. "Then I'm gonna have to take this monster in my ass. I've never taken such a big cock in my ass before. Do you like fucking girls in the ass Slim?"

"Sure."

"Well alrighty then." She breathed heavy and strained, her face a mosaic of pleasure and pain, as she penetrated herself with Slim's monster cock. Just as she was about to give up, it pushed in. She groaned loudly as she took an inch, maybe two, into herself, before it wouldn't budge deeper. She started to slowly rock back and forth with that little bit in her, frustrated that it wouldn't go deeper. Then Slim grabbed her by the shoulders, and pulled her up against him. He started playing with those heavy titties again, and got her moaning real good. He liked it when a girl was like this, moaning to where you couldn't tell if it was pleasure, pain, or both. There was that place between, where a woman made a sound that just grabbed his soul, and played it like violin. He didn't think overly much about her pain as he started fucking her ass harder.

It's hard to tell time when you're stoned. Slim couldn't tell how long they fucked, but it seemed like it had been a long, long time, in just that one position. He fucked her ass, moderately fast, and balls deep, and squeezed her big, pretty tits. She fingered her snatch. It wasn't quite monotonous; Slim would switch up the tempo and depth of his fucking on occasion, or gently torture her tits in some other way, but it was all pretty much the same position. Finally, the girl came. She came so hard, she actually slipped out of Slims arms, and slid to the ground, spasming in pleasure. Slim was close too, but not quite to the brink of just jetting out onto the hot blacktop.

Slim grabbed the girl's hair, and started to pull her forward toward his cock. Maybe he could finish in her mouth? For her part, she leaned forward to give the big vet what he wanted. But then they both paused, noticing in the deep afternoon glow, that his cock was streaked with brown. 

"I want to cum..." he whispered, hoping that the gross discovery hadn't just killed the mood. She reached out, and grabbed him by his base again. Kneeling from between his legs, she looked up at him. 

"I want to see your eyes," she whispered back to him.

He blinked, surprised, and then slowly took his sunglasses back off, and dropped them in a pocket. She smiled, staring up into his pretty eyes. Her eyes never left his, as she slowly lapped her tongue along the underside of his head, and up over his tip. She could taste her own shit, and the taste of his precum. "I want you to cum in my mouth," she whispered, and took his head slowly past her lips. Her eyes never left his, as she started to slowly jack him off, with his head in her mouth.

Slim grunted in shock at the filthy thing that this girl was doing. He thought it was crazy sexy. He watched her slowly taking his filthy cock into her mouth. She took her time, slowly drawing it in, and literally sucking the shit off, to swallow down. She ran the tip of her tongue along the ridge of his cock's head, licking the lodged shit away from his head. Then she took that whole thing back into her mouth, and slowly, like before, sucked inch after inch of him down into her throat. She'd pull it out to breath, or when it gaged her, but she worked and worked at it, until she finally managed to get the entire thing down into her throat, and lick his balls. And she kept her eyes mostly locked on his, like she was trying to suck his soul in with his cock. It was the best blow job that Slim had ever had, but eventually, the slow pace became too much for him. Eventually, he had to take her by the back of the head, and thrust into her filthy mouth with wild abandon. She seemed to love every moment of it. 

Slim's pace picked up accompanied with deep, animal grunts. Finally, he exploded, shooting time after time into her mouth. She slurped noisily at him, swallowing nearly every drop down. A stray strand of cum leaked out of one corner of her mouth, and she swooped a deft hand to save it. He was still staring down into her dark brown eyes, when she finally let his shrinking member escape her mouth, and brought her hand up, to lick the escaped cum into her mouth, to join with everything else she'd swallowed. She stood up with a sly smile, and asked, "You want me to shake it, and put it away?"

Slim glanced down at it, and to his shock, saw that his cock looked as clean now, as it had when he'd pulled it out to piss. "Yeah, you can put it away."

She did so, and then stood up, and brushed the gravel and dirt off of her knees. Slim wondered whether she'd really just licked the shit off of his cock, or whether he'd imagined it. He walked away slightly, to stand behind her. He pulled out a cigarette, and lit it up. He watched as she bent down to pull her pants up, and saw the deep brown stain on her milky white ass. She pulled her white panties and tight jeans up, and started to button them up. She glanced back at him with a sly smile, and asked, "Did you like watching my ass, you old pervert?"

"Yeah. Smoke?" he asked, offering her one of his Marlboro Reds. 

"Sure..." 

He lit her up, and they walked toward the little bus.

"You know, I really liked that. I've never seen a girl do anything like that before," he said as they settled into their seats.

She smiled, and looked out the window. "Yeah, you're just a dirty old man. Probably hoping that we can do that again sometime, aren't you?"

"Actually, yeah. Hoping anyway."

"Well, I usually don't do nasty shit like that with guys I don't know. But I got in a bad fight with my boyfriend. Long story short, I just got kicked to the street. Need a place to stay, you know?"

"You can shack up with me, if you don't mind dirty old men that can't keep their hands to themselves."

"I was hoping you'd say that Slim... Only there's one thing. I'm not on the pill. So you're gonna have to wear a rubber when you fuck my pussy."

"Um, yeah. That's the thing. I can't wear them. I can't feel a damn thing when I wear one, and then when I try to do anything, I just end up going limp. You'll need to go on the pill."

"I won't take the pill."

"Oh. Um.... well, what we did today seemed to work pretty well."

"You're a pain in my ass, old man. Ok, we can work with it, I guess. Just one thing. I want you to do your best to always cum in my mouth."

"Um... really?"

"Yeah. I love it. There's nothing I love better then taking it nasty style in the mouth, and swallowing it all down. It gets me off. I usually can't cum unless I've swallowed the nasty first."

"Girl, you're a pervert."

She laughed, "I know."

"I think I might be in love."

"Good. Slim, when we get home, I want you to eat me out."

"Sounds like fun. Then what?"

"Whatever you want dude. Just leave my pussy alone. I don't want no babies."

"Well, can I fuck it with a dildo, finger you, that sorta thing?"

"Oh... Yeah, totally dude. You have a dildo?"

"Yep. It's a big fucker too. I think you'll like it."

"Ok... sounds like fun. Maybe you can fuck me with it when we get home."

"Copy that..."

They got off the little bus, and headed in to the building to clock off for the day. Slim was stoned, but with his sunglasses on, no one would see his eyes. He watched that strawberry blonde girl, Jessica, if he had her name right, clock off too. He waited for a second, expecting to see her head to the restroom to get cleaned up. But instead, she walked right out the front door into the parking lot. Slim followed the girl with the nasty ass willingly, thinking about how much fun it would be to have company. Sure, she was young enough to be his daughter, but really, that only made it better.



Riding the National Forest



There is a special place in our local National Forest where I like to camp. I usually go up early on a Friday afternoon, park my truck at a friend's house, load my gear on the four-wheeler, and ride in. 

A couple of miles down the highway from my friend's house is a logging and forestry service road that is, for most of the year, passable with any kind of vehicle. This is especially true in the dry part of the summer. 

About four miles down this road is a place that four partially overgrown narrow tracks branch off. I usually turn off early and cut through a creek bottom to avoid leaving a clear trail as to which trail I take. Camping is not prohibited in this area but it's not sanctioned either.

The trail winds through tall pines along a ridge top for about three miles and then turns down into a creek bottom. Then it's up another hill, to dead end in a large clearing. This is an old log loading area from a timber cut years ago. 

If you cross this grass and scrub covered area, you will find the road continuing on the other side. Following it down the hill is a little tricky as the old road is badly washed out in places. Past this point, you hardly ever see anything but four-wheelers and dirt bikes.

Once at the bottom, I make a sharp right onto a good sand track leading through a large stand of oaks to a pond with a creek leading into and out of it. This will be home for the next couple of days. I have been coming here for years and have never seen anyone other than the two people I brought here. One was my wife, who had passed away years ago, and the other was an ex-girlfriend.

At the head of the pond near where the creek flows in, there is a shallow cave carved in the high bluff bank by high water. I usually pitch my tent here and build my fire in a pit I had dug in the base of the bluff. Several large cedars scattered along the edge of the pond make an excellent windbreak and the bluff and overhanging trees dissipate any smoke from my fire. 

The creek and pond have a gravel and sand bottom and the water is always clear and cold. There are dozens of springs farther along the bluff that feed the creek and provide good drinking water but I always boil it anyway. Better safe than sorry, as the old saying goes.

I set up camp and stripped off nude to walk down to the pond to wash off the sweat and dust from the ride in and the work of setting up camp in the early spring heat. Isolation is one of the main reasons I come here, as it allows me to run around nude and get some sun without too much worry about other people. 

Even with the heat of the late afternoon, the water was almost cold. Once out of the water, I spread my large beach towel on the coarse grass in the sun, and lay down to catch up on my tanning. 

As I lay there, I caught the faint buzz of another four-wheeler but could not get a fix on the direction. It wasn't getting any louder so I assumed it was not coming my way. After a few minutes, I lost the sound in the wind and forgot about it.

When the sun fell behind the trees, I went back to camp, laid my fire out for later, and dragged up more wood. I hung my lantern on a piece of steel rod that I had driven into the hard clay wall years before and set about making a light meal. 

During my meal, I again heard the motorcycle engine for a few moments. When I finished eating, I carried my utensils down to the creek below the pond and used the fine sand to wash them.

Back in camp, I thought more about the motorcycle motor I had heard and decided to hike around to where I could climb the bluff and see if I could hear better up there. Just for a little peace of mind, I carried a pair of nylon shorts with me. 

The hike and climb took more time than I remembered and it was getting late by the time I reached the top of the bluff. I listened for as long as I dared wait before starting the climb back down. Once, as I scrambled over a rough area, I thought I heard a motor again but I could not be sure. It was almost dark by the time I reached camp.

I hurried to the pond to clean up again and got back to camp as the last red of the western sky started to fade. I lit the lantern and started my fire before going into my tent to put on a pair of sweats. Now that the sun was down the wind would get cool quickly. I put a pot of water on near the back of the fire to boil so I could make myself tea later and have water for coffee in the morning. 

The wind had come up as darkness fell but I felt very little of it in my camp. I could hear it sighing through the treetops far above me on the bluff. I turned the lantern off and sat down near the fire to drink my tea. It was a beautiful night with bright stars blinking down through the trees. I had checked the weather before I left home and it was supposed to be clear all weekend.

I finished my tea, covered the water pot, and let the fire die down. When it was down to coals, I went into the tent, stripped off the sweats, and lay down on my bed. The light sleeping bag would feel good later in the night and the air mattress felt good now. It wasn't long before I was asleep.

*****

I awoke shortly after daylight with a fuzzy memory of a dream about motorcycles. I shrugged it off as a hold over from yesterday, got dressed in the sweats, and went to stir the fire. In a few minutes, I had a good fire going and the coffee pot sitting on the old grate I used for a cook top. I fried half the bacon I had brought and scrambled a couple of eggs for breakfast.

I was loading my plate, when someone clearing his or her throat behind me, startling me. I whirled around, almost spilling my plate, to see a young woman standing a few yards away near one of the cedars. 

I looked around to see if there was anyone else in sight before I said, "Good morning. Where the hell did you come from? You almost scared me to death."

She made a grimace and said, "Sorry, I didn't mean to spook you. I've been here for several minutes trying to figure out how to get your attention without startling you. Do you know this area well?"

I'd been looking her over and liked what I saw. She was a tall, willowy, good-looking blond in cut-off Levi's, hiking boots, and a long-sleeved shirt. There was a jacket in her hands and a pack at her feet. 

"Pretty well, since I've been coming here for a number of years. Are you lost?"

She made a face again then with a chuckle, she answered, "Well, yes and no. I know which direction to go to get out of here but I don't know exactly where my four-wheeler is."

She took a deep breath and went on in a rush. "My friend and I were riding in to camp and explore at an old Indian campground I found several years ago but we made a wrong turn and instead of going back and taking the right one, we tried to cut across and ended up in a deep creek. We could not get the bike out so we set up camp late last night and I decided to hike out for help before daylight. I know that the main road is just south of east, but there don't seem to be many roads running that way. There are some really thick woods in here and the open areas don't want to go where I do either."

I slowly nodded my head to agree with her. "Can you find your way back to the bike and your friend?"

"Sure. I'm not a total greenhorn. I've kept track and marked my trail pretty well."

"Would you like some coffee and some food?" I asked.

"I thought you'd never ask. I left all the food except for some trail bars with my friend. I wasn't sure how long it would take me to walk out and get help."

I went to my trail box on my bike to get another cup and plate as she carried her pack over and sat it down near the fire. I handed her my plate and poured her a cup of coffee. 

"Eat this and I'll fix me some more eggs. I have more bacon already cooked. There's sugar on the table over there," I said indicating a large flat rock sticking out from the side of the bluff.

She stirred a teaspoon of sugar into her coffee as she said, "You seem to be an old hand at this wilderness camping thing. This was to be our first try and so far it's been a disaster." She finished with a chuckle that did not have a lot of humor in it.

I glanced at her over the skillet. "Don't worry, it will get better. I've made my share of goof ups over the years. Let's eat then we'll go see if we can find your friend and get the bike up on dry ground and running."

She looked at me over her plate and smiled shyly. "You are too kind. I was somewhat worried about walking into a stranger's camp and asking for help by myself. There are so many weird people in the world today."

I laughed and nodded. "That is so true but I don't think there are many mass murders this deep in the woods. Outdoors people overall, are good, honest, helpful people. It takes a different type of person to take care of themselves in the woods, someone who can be alone with themselves without being bored or depressed. I'm talking too much; anyway my eggs are ready."

As we ate, we talked and I learned that her name was Dee and that her friend was her girlfriend. They lived together in town and worked together in the city. They spent four days a week in the city and the weekends in a small town not too far, from where I lived. 

After we finished eating, I carried the dishes down to the lower creek to wash them. She found it very interesting that fine sand made such a good cleaning agent.

Back in camp, I changed into my shorts, a T-shirt, and tennis shoes before unloading everything off my four-wheeler except the things I thought I might need to retrieve hers. 

I climbed on my bike and started it as she climbed on behind me. I asked which direction and she pointed over my shoulder toward the creek flowing into the pond. I moved off in that direction and she pointed out her trail markers and gave me course changes. She sat tight up against my back with one arm around my waist and gave me directions by talking into my ear over my shoulder. 

At the head of the creek, there was a steep climb up a saddle in the bluff. We got off and I walked the bike up. At the top, I shut it off and sat down on the carrier to rest.

"We're not far from my friend; just over that hill is the creek we fell into," she said pointing to the left.

"Oh, I know the creek you're in. A friend of mine hunted deer in that area a couple of years ago and fell into it walking across a log."

She laughed. "There's an old rotten log not twenty feet from where the bike is. Somebody needs to put up warning signs around that spot."

I chuckled before getting us back on the bike and heading up the slope at an angle. When I reached the top, I turned back to the right and ran along the top of the ridge for a hundred yards before following an old road cut down to come out less than fifty feet from their camp. Her friend was jumping up and down, waving her arms like crazy.

I stopped and killed the motor to hear her friend yell, "All right, Dee, I knew I could count on you to find the only man in two thousand square miles of woods when we needed him."

Dee laughed and I chuckled as I shook my head. "There's not quite that much area here and I'm probably not the only man but we get the idea."

Dee's friend, Missy, was a complete opposite. She was short, curvaceous, dark-headed, and talking a mile a minute. Once Missy calmed down, we decided that the first order of business was to get the four-wheeler back up onto dry land.

It took the better part of two hours to get the four-wheeler out of the creek. We ended up dragging it down stream about two hundred yards to a place with a shallower bank before we were able to get it free. 

By that time, we were all wet, muddy, and sweaty, not to mention being a buffet for the mosquitoes. Once it was out, we towed it to the top of the ridge to get away from the bugs and to rest.

Missy and Dee went to pack up their camp while I tried to start the motor. I got it to hit a couple of times but it was entirely too wet to run. The girls carried their gear up and loaded it onto the racks and I tied my rope to the front bumper.

Once they were loaded, Dee looked at the bike and then down toward the bluff where we had walked my bike up. "We'll never get this thing down that steep bank."

"We aren't going that way. I know another way that's flatter even if it is longer. Who's going to steer this bike while I pull it?"

Missy said hurriedly, "We'll both ride on ours."

"No, one of you needs to ride with me so I have enough weight to get traction to pull that one. The two bikes are about the same size but you have all your stuff on it plus a rider." I chuckled and said, "You two figure out who's lighter, and the other gets on with me."

Dee laughed as she threw her leg over their bike and sat down. "I'll have to do it; Missy doesn't know a foot peg from a lollipop."

"I guess that's settled so let's get a move on." 

I climbed on my bike and waited for Missy to get on. She did not seem any too happy about the idea and wanted to know why I had my shirt off. 

"One, I'm hot and two, it's covered with mud, so get on and let's get back to my camp so I can clean up."

She climbed on but sat well back from me and held onto the back rack. I started off slow and easy until Dee got used to the idea of riding without power then I sped up to about half of my normal speed. Even then, it was nearly noon by the time we got back to my camp.

*****

Once in camp, Dee had started to unload their stuff when Missy asked, "Aren't we going to go on back to the highway? We're not staying here, are we?"

"Yes, Missy, we're going to stay here if our host doesn't mind and hopefully he will help us get out of here when he leaves. So far, we have made a big mess of half a day of his time and I have not heard a word of thanks from you, only bitchiness. So, either get over here and help me set up camp or start walking. I think he will provide you with a good set of directions on how to get out of here or at least where to go." Saying that, she went back to unloading.

I had gone into my tent to get a towel and a change of clothes but waited until Dee finished her say before I came back out. 

"I'm going down to the pond to clean up. Yes, you're both welcome to stay. I suggest you put your tent over under the edge of that cedar as most bugs don't care for the smell and it will shelter you from the dew. I'll leave a little earlier tomorrow than I intended so we can get you to the road. Once we get up that ridge over there and passed the clear cut, it will be an easy run." I turned and walked away.

At the pond, I took off my dirty shorts and shoes and waded out to scrub off the sweat and mud. Once I was clean, I came back to the shore, got my muddy clothes, and rinsed them out. I dried off with the towel then lay down on it to warm up for a minute. 

I glanced toward camp to see Dee walking toward where I lay. I quickly sat up and tried to wrap the towel around me while I still sat on it. 

Dee laughed as she saw what I was doing and started unbuttoning her shirt as she continued to walk toward me. She slipped the shirt off her shoulders to reveal a smallish pair of breasts. She stopped next to me and sat down to take off her boots and socks. 

"I know that you come up here to sun bathe and such nude. With your shirt off and those loose shorts, I could not see any tan lines. If you notice, I don't have any either. So relax, I won't be afraid of you if you won't be afraid of me. Is that water as cold as I think it is?"

I chuckled. "You think I was born this short. It'll make your nipples hurt."

She slipped the cut-off Levi's down over her hips and dropped them to the ground. Stepping out of them, she did a slow turn showing her body to me from all sides. 

With a giggle, she said, "Ok, I've shown you mine so show me yours."

I laughed and spread the towel back out and lay down flat on my back. "You can see the flip side when I turn over in a little while and no, I'm not afraid of you in the least."

"Hmmmm, is that just noses that grow when people lie? Don't look now but you're not as short as you were a moment ago." With a chuckle, she waded out into the pond. "Oh shit, that's cold. More than my nipples will be hurting. Maybe if I get all of me wet at once it won't be so bad." 

I heard a splash then she came up cussing. I chuckled and rolled over to watch her hurriedly bathe and get out. She got her clothes and rinsed them out before spreading her towel near mine and lying down. 

"You weren't just whistling Dixie that it was cold. Come on sun, warm up my buns," she finished with a laugh.

We lay there talking until we heard Missy yelling from the camp. Dee sat up and yelled back at her, "Get your sweet little ass down here and clean up. He isn't going to bother you; he is as much of a nudist as I am. I only gave him a semi-hard-on, so you're safe."

Softly, she said under her breath, "Cunt lapping little bitch. If she didn't eat pussy so well I'd run her off sometimes." 

She looked around at me quickly and then said, "Oh sorry, I hope I didn't shock you."

When I shook my head and chuckled, she went on, "Yes, she's a full blown, card-carrying lesbian and I'm bisexual." She laughed. "Being Bi means I've got twice as many chances of getting my jollies as a girl who's not."

I laughed. "I hate to be the one to tell you but I'm also gay. I came out of the closet a long time ago." 

I paused for effect. "As a lesbian and I love it."

Dee laughed and rolled on the ground. I had been looking at her as we talked and did not realize that Missy was right behind me. 

"Dee, you told him and now he's making fun of me."

Dee looked up at Missy and frowned before saying, "Actually, he was making fun of himself. I think he likes to eat pussy as much as you or I do, so lighten up or we'll both eat you until your head explodes. Now get in the pond and get the dirt off that cute little body of yours. When you've finished your bath, rinse your clothes out and come lie by me in the sun. I'll rub some oil on you if you want me to."

Missy frowned and said softly, "I forgot my suntan oil." 

She was carrying her dirty clothes and had a towel wrapped around her waist. She had a beautiful set of breasts, large and round, set high on her chest. The dark areas around the long, thick nipples were the size of a silver dollar. 

Missy dropped the towel and walked toward the pond. She had a very cute ass, as the slow swelling of my manhood would attest. High and round with a deep crack and a large, dark brown asshole that looked very fuckable as she bent over to check the water temperature. 

"Damn!" was all I had to say under my breath.

Dee glanced over and grinned at me. Her eyes wandered down to rest on my hardening member. "Ah, an ass man I see." 

She paused in thought for a moment and then said, "It might be interesting to work on that. It might take some of that lesbo starch out of her."

I gave her a quizzical look and she grinned. "It would be most interesting to see what would happen if she was fucked in the ass and had her pussy eaten at the same time. I know her ass is very sensitive, as she likes for me to play with it when we make love." 

She paused to grin and then added, "See what kind of information you can get if you have a Bi friend." 

She looked down again as I rolled over onto my back and chuckled as my shaft slapped against my belly and stayed there. "Nice, I might want to try that in several places of my own."

Missy had rinsed out her clothes first then waded further out into the pond only to stumble and fall. She came up yelling and screaming about the cold water. She hurriedly washed up and almost ran out of the water. 

Once she was on the bank, Dee said, "Come here, baby, I'll warm you up."

I glanced over as she walked toward us. Her breasts rolled around on her chest and the outer lips of her perfectly smooth pussy worked against each other as her hips swiveled and swayed. I swear this girl could probably have an orgasm just walking down the street. Even the short walk from the bank of the pond had her clit peeking out.




Riding the National Forest



She spread her towel and lay down on the other side of Dee. She sat up quickly and looked over at my swollen dick that gave a small twitch. 

"I thought you said he wasn't hard."

Dee chuckled. "He wasn't until he got a good look at you, especially that sweet ass of yours. Take it as a great compliment. One of these days you're going to have to try both sides of the fence like I did and when you do you will go crazy. There is nothing like a big dick in your pussy and a hot tongue on it at the same time. Or better yet a big dick in that sensitive little ass of yours and my tongue buried to the hilt in your sopping wet pussy."

"Dee, please, you know what talk like that does to me. My little clit is tingling already and it's been six whole days since I've had any."

"Well, ok, let me just slide down there and give that clit a little talking to," Dee said with a grin.

"Not here in front of him," Missy whined.

"Ok, I'll just roll over this away and let him eat me while I eat you. That should keep him occupied. If it doesn't, then I'll let him fuck me with that long, thick, hard cock of his. I know I'd be occupied among other things. I'd really like to try it up my ass but it's been a while since we played with our toys there, so it would take some work and time."

The whole time Dee was talking, she was moving over between Missy's legs. Missy's hands were caressing her own breasts and tweaking the long, hard nipples. Dee was licking and kissing the insides of Missy's thighs and had her ass stuck up high in the air. 

She glanced over Missy's thigh and grinned at me as she wiggled her butt. I picked up my towel and moved it over behind Dee. Dee was working her tongue over, around, and into Missy's pussy. 

Missy's hips were moving of their own accord as I knelt behind Dee and ran my tongue up and down the crack of her ass. Dee flexed her hips and spread her knees wider apart as I moved down to run the tip of my tongue lightly around the slowly opening bud of her sex.

I continued to work around the opening as Dee moved her ass trying to capture my tongue. Every so often, I would take a little dip with the tip inside then move back and tickle her asshole with the slippery lingual digit. Dee's ass would hump back against my face and tongue when I did. 

As Missy started a soft moaning, I made a slow swipe of my tongue from Dee's clit to her ass and back only to stab as much of my tongue as I could into her sopping wet, sweet pussy. Dee pressed back, trying to get even more of me inside. 

I flicked my tongue in and out of her in a quick sharp motion a dozen or so times before I moved down to flick and roll her clit around. Dee's back dropped and her pussy opened even farther for me. I moved the attack back to her vagina and then her ass. 

I flipped over onto my back, brought my face up under her, sucking her hard clit between my lips, and rapidly flicked my tongue back and forth over the bud. I could hear her groan into Missy's pussy as her ass trembled and twitched. 

As the trembling subsided, I got back up and used my tongue to clean up as much of her sweet, musky juices as I could get. Lastly, I moved back to ply my tongue once again to her anus that was looser and more giving as I speared at it.

Sitting back on my heels, I reached down and slowly stroked my throbbing hard on along its length several times. Dee came up onto all fours then sat back on her heels only to encounter the top of my shaft pressing up between her legs. She looked down and ran her hand over the head as it stuck out in front of her. She ran her hand along the underside pressing it up against her slit. 

Leaning back, she whispered over her shoulder, "Hold that thought and I'll take good care of it later tonight after Missy goes night, night. By the way, you are a great lesbian. I thought I was going to explode from your teasing long before you ever touched my clit. Someone taught you well."

I heard Missy say softly, "Oh, Dee, baby, I thought I was going to die it was so good."

I licked and then kissed the back of Dee's neck before I stood and moved my towel back over and lay down on it. Dee lay down on hers and reached over to lightly stroke my shaft with her fingertips. 

With a grin, she asked Missy, "Are you warm now? If so, let's go find something to cook for supper and hang up these wet clothes so they will dry."

"Dee, I can hardly move. You just drained me."

"If you lay there much longer, you're going to get sunburned in this afternoon sun," I said in a lazy voice.

"Oh, that's right. I forgot to bring my sunscreen," Missy said as she slowly sat up.

Dee stood up and grinned down at me. "Do you mind if we run around naked? If we do, then you can."

I grinned back at her. "I don't mind in the least. What man in his right mind would? You girls do what you want; I'll just enjoy the scenery."

Dee bent over at the waist to pick up her towel while shaking her small firm breasts from side to side. Missy was gathering up the wet clothes from the grass and was giving me another great view of her ass. 

Dee followed my gaze and grinned. "We've definitely got to work on that." 

I grinned back and tightened up a muscle in my ass, which caused my manhood to twitch and jump. She laughed and went to help Missy carry the stuff back to camp. I turned over onto my stomach to watch the two of them walk away. Nice, very nice, I though as a big grin crossed my face.

*****

The sun felt good, so I stayed to sun for a while longer. A little later, the wind died and it was getting unbearably hot. I got up and went down to the pond to splash some cold water on myself, then checked my shorts and shirt to see if they were dry. They were but my tennis shoes were still wet. 

I carried them back to camp and left the shoes on top of a rock to finish drying. The shorts and T-shirt, along with the towel went into my tent. The girls were sitting in the shade near the fire. There was a large pot on the fire and whatever was in it smelled great.

Their bike caught my eye and I went over to tinker with it for a while. There did not seem to be much water in the gas but I pulled the line off and drained a little off the bottom of the tank. I pulled the side cover off the ignition and found most of the problem; it was full of water. I used WD-40 to clear the moisture out and tried to start the engine. 

It fired right off but ran ragged. I shut it back down and pulled the air filter off next. It was full of water and mud. I cleaned it as best I could and set it next to my shoes to dry. With the ignition cover back on, I fired it off again and it ran better. I left it running while I went to get me a drink.

Dee got up and walked over to ask, "Is it going to be all right?"

"I think so. Right now, it needs a little run time to burn off the rest of the water and moisture. When the filter dries out more we'll try a short run and see if it improves."

"I have a stew on so don't make any other plans for supper," Dee said with a grin as I glanced down toward the short blond V of hair at the top of her sex. 

"You are a dirty old man, aren't you?"

I laughed. "Yes, and your point is?"

Still smiling, she shook her head and leaned over to kiss me on the cheek. "I do want to thank you for all your trouble and help. I'm not sure what we would have done if you had not been here. I know Missy is grateful, too, even if she doesn't show it. She wasn't very happy about staying here in the woods while I went for help but I figured I could make better time alone. She's not the hiking type if you know what I mean."

I nodded as we walked back toward her bike. I squatted down and rolled my tool kit up. "I've been wondering what the heck she's doing out here. This does not seem to be her scene. She strikes me as more the Mall queen type."

Dee chuckled. "You've got her pegged. This is something I wanted to try and she decided to tag along. I love the American Indian culture. We were riding with some friends years ago and they pointed out the old campground with its mounds. It had intrigued me for all that time, so I decided to come check it out. I missed a turn or something because I never found it."

I laughed. "If it's been a couple of years since you were there, by now the road could be grown over. The Forestry Service uses some roads all the time but most of them are logging roads and only used when an area is cut. They try to limit the off road usage so that the main roads don't get torn up and most four-wheeler riders don't ride the same areas all the time." 

I revved her bike several times and went to get the air filter. As I put it on, I asked, "Do you remember any landmarks near the old campground? Anything that was different or interesting in the area."

She thought a moment then answered, "Not really, it was mostly big pines and low scrub. There was a large creek bottom with scattered oaks and a beautiful creek. Wait! There was an old wooden bridge, or at least the pilings for one. There was raised dirt work on both sides that I thought was what was left of an old dam. One of the guys told me that it was left over for an old narrow gauge railroad that was used to haul logs back in the twenties or thirties."

I nodded. "Yeah, they ran all through this area. Was there a shallow, wide crossing about fifty yards down stream from the pilings? It would be set at an angle below a large deep pool."

"Yes, there was. I remember thinking it would be a great place to camp and swim. Do you know this place?"

"I think so; it's not far from here. If it is the place I'm thinking about, you two were lost for sure. This creek winds around and is the same one you're talking about, only that place is about eight miles down stream. You guys dumped your bike in another creek about a mile the other way." 

I had the air cleaner in place and revved the motor again. It sounded good with no load. "You want to take a little ride. We have enough light to make it to the place I think you are talking about and get back. It will be a good test to see if this thing will run or not."

"Ok, let me see if Missy wants to go and maybe I should get some clothes on," She said with a laugh.

I went and put on my shorts and made sure the rope was on my bike just in case I had to tow hers back. Dee came back dressed in a pair of loose shorts and a T-shirt with Missy right behind her. 

"Are you going to be gone long?" Missy asked me.

"A couple of hours, maybe a little more if my memory fails me or we have trouble with the four-wheeler but I think it will be all right. It just needs a little running. Do you want to go with us? It's a nice easy ride for the most part and a pretty place to see when we get there."

"No, thank you. I'll wait here and keep an eye on the stew and the camp." 

She turned to Dee and said, "You be careful. You know how dangerous that thing can be and stay away from the creek." She stepped closer to Dee and kissed her on the lips quickly.

Dee chuckled. "Yes, mother, I love you too," she said as she climbed on her bike. 

Looking over at me, she said, "Lead on, I'm ready when you are."

With a wave to Missy, I put it in gear and headed off slowly down toward the creek. I eased along waiting for Dee to catch up. When she did, I lead her through the trees and down the sand road I had used coming in. I stopped at the main road and shut my motor off. She rode up next to me. 

"Ok, let me on that thing for a minute." 

She got off and I got on. I sat down on the seat and wiggled before saying, "Ah, nice and warm." I ended with a laugh.

Dee stuck her tongue out at me, as I put the four-wheeler in gear and thumbed the throttle. I turned in a tight circle and gave it the gas hard as I shifted up through the gears as I ran it fast down the road. About half way back to camp, I slowed and turned around and ran it hard back to where Dee waited. I slowed then stopped next to her. 

"It's running a lot better now. I think it'll be ok."

When I got off the bike, Dee walked up to me, put her arms around my neck, and kissed me. Boy, did she plant one on me. My hands wandered over her back and ended up cupping her ass. When she stepped back, I think there was smoke coming out of my ears. 

With a big grin, she asked, "Now, is that warm enough for you?"

"Oh yeah, I think my pilot light is on high. Now we better get back on the bikes before I start a forest fire."

She laughed and started her bike. "Lead and I will follow."

I made the left onto the main road and headed up the hill. I glanced back to check on Dee and did a double take as she had taken her T-shirt off. I stopped at the top and waited for her. 

When she stopped next to me, I asked, "Did we get too warm?"

She laughed and answered, "No, I've always wanted to do this but never had the nerve or the opportunity. You don't mind, do you? I really want to do it completely nude."

I chuckled. "I don't mind at all except that you're behind me. You might get your opportunity to ride naked on the way back. It will be late enough that most people have gone home or back to their camps. You do look good that way I must say."

"Thank you, sir. I figured if you could ride topless why couldn't I," she said with a laugh as she let out the clutch and moved forward. I hurried to catch up with her.

We rode along the sand road through the tall open pines until we reached a thick stand of young trees. When she stopped, I eased over to the right and drove into a narrow path that went down a gentle slope to another slightly wider path. She followed me down and then along that trail until we reached a gap in the path. Again, I turned right and went down a steeper slope to a creek bottom. We crossed the creek and rode on side by side on a wide, chewed up trail.

Dee leaned over toward me and asked about it. I told her there were four-wheeler and motorcycle clubs that rode and played in this area from time to time. She looked around as if she might see someone else riding in the area. 

I laughed. "It's too late in the day. They camp over by the lake and leave about mid-afternoon most of the time. If someone does come along, all you're going to do is get a good stare or cause a wreck. Either way it would be funny." 

She grinned at me and shook her shoulders causing her breasts to sway back and forth. I blew her a kiss.

We rode about another mile and turned down a narrow, almost overgrown, trail. I followed it until it forked and took the right hand fork. It wove its way down the side of a ridge until it came to one of the raised dirt railroad beds. I climbed it and followed it to the left for a quarter mile until it dead-ended at a gap. I stopped and shut off the motor.

Dee rode up next to me and asked in a little girl's voice, "Are we there yet, Daddy?"

I laughed. "If I caught my daughter riding around in the woods like that, I'd spank her butt."

"Oh Daddy, promises, promises," she said with a grin.

I shook my head and smiled. "Let's walk down over here and see who's around. I have seen some campers here and I'd hate for you to embarrass them or yourself."

We walked over to a trail to the right and followed it down to the bottom. I stopped at the edge of the brush line and looked around. After a few moments, I said, "It looks like we're alone. Come on, let's walk over to the crossing, and see if it's the right one." We walked out into the open and on down to the creek.

Dee looked around and said, "This is the place. It hasn't changed at all. We came in from over there." She pointed to our right. "Crossed here and ate lunch under those trees. We left up a trail over there and the Indian campground was at the end of it. It's only a half mile or so from here." 

She waded into the shallow water of the crossing. "Hey, this water is warm. Can we take a swim?"

"Sure, we have plenty of time and your bike is running good so we don't have to worry about having to tow it," I said as I peeled off my shorts and waded into the deep pool above the crossing. 

The water was warm because it had been in the sun most of the day. I swam out to the center and let myself sink. The pool was about seven feet deep and cold near the bottom. I came up to see Dee treading water next to me.

"There you are. I turned to take my shorts off and when I turned back, you were gone. I thought maybe a shark got you or something."

I chuckled. "A man eating shark or a woman eating shark? I'd say there's one of each in this pool right now."

She laughed. "You forget I'm omnivorous. I'll eat either one but right now you're the only one in the water so you're in trouble." 

With that, she sank out of sight but soon I knew right where she was as a warm mouth engulfed my shaft. Cool water then a hot mouth, cool water, hot mouth, God what a feeling. Too soon, the mouth disappeared as she came up for air.

I let her have a moment to get the hair and water out of her face before I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her. She wrapped her arms around me and we sank. We came back to the surface shortly, spitting and sputtering. 

After a minute, I said, "Maybe we need to get into shallower water before we drown each other." 

With a laugh, she swam toward the crossing with me right behind her.

We settled in to sit on the bottom in two feet of water. "Well, we can kiss now without drowning but the other is still a problem," Dee said with a grin.

I matched her grin as I placed my hands on the bottom and lifted my hips. As my manhood broke surface I said, "Up periscope."

Dee laughed and leaned over to give me a lick. "Down boy, let's wait until we can both get comfortable. Speaking of which, are you single?"

I laughed. "It's kind of late for a question like that, isn't it? Yes, I'm single and have been for some time. How about you? Are you attached to Missy or anything?"

"Only at the mouth and pussy," she said with a laugh. "We're long time friends, roommates, and sometimes lovers. We both know that it's not a permanent thing and we do date other people. Why are you single? You're good looking for an older guy and I have noticed that you can be thoughtful and kind. So, how come you're single and alone?"

"Older guy? Yeah, I guess I am on the outside but I'm still in my early thirties on the inside. I have been single but not necessarily alone. The rub is that they all end up having more head problems than I do. I'm to the point where I'm wondering if I am being too fussy. I just figure sooner or later the right one will come along."

"I was teasing with the age crack; I'm drawn to some older men because they are more together than guys my age. I find you to be very interesting and you make me laugh and feel good. I thought we might find some time later to get to know each other better." 

She paused and chuckled at my smile. "You know what I mean and I think you know that I don't mess with just anybody like I have with you. There's something between us, something I felt the first time I saw you, and it's grown ever since." 

She paused for a moment. "Now, I'm talking too much. Don't say anything now, just think about it." She paused again. "I'm getting way too serious. It must be this water or all the fresh air."

I sat and looked at her for a moment before I said anything. "You sure don't pull any punches, do you? Yes, I would like to see a lot more of you. Of course, dressed like that, there's not much more to see of the outside but there is a lot more on the inside to explore. Since we're speaking freely, let me say that you seem to be a smart, outgoing, fun-loving person. There seems to be a very bright, intelligent lady in there." 

After a pause, I added, "Oh, by the way, it's neither the water nor the air. It was the kisses and my cute way of eating pussy." I ended with a laugh.

She laughed with me then said, "That could be true but I'll have to put it to a test later and see if you can hold up under the long run. I'm going to make it very hard on you." 




Riding the National Forest



With a grin, she ran her hand over my ridged shaft. "Oh, I forgot you're already that way. Hmmmm, maybe I need to take the edge off that and start your education and training."

Saying that, she rolled over toward me and knee walked up to straddle my thighs. She slipped her arms around my neck and kissed me as she scooted forward to sit tight against me. I could feel the heat of her sex as she pressed it to me. 

The kiss and her closeness were making my head swim and buzz. I was totally into the kiss and the subtle rhythm of her hips as she rocked against me until I realized the buzzing was getting louder. 

I broke the kiss and said, "Someone's coming." 

She looked at me for a moment before understanding set in. She quickly moved off me, and toward deeper water; I was right behind her. I took her hand and led her off to the right toward the side of the pool that was in shade and partially shielded by cattails. 

We squatted down with just our heads out of the water as six four-wheelers appeared one by one and worked their way down the hill to our right. Six bikes and ten people were heading for the crossing about twenty yards from us. 

As the first bike crossed the ford, it hit me that our shorts were laying on the sand not five feet from where they would cross. There was nothing we could do but wait. The first bike stopped at the entrance to the road to the left and waited for the rest to catch up.

With the second to last four-wheeler, our luck ran out. The girl on the back saw the shorts and said something to the guy driving it. He circled back and stopped next to them. 

The girl got off and looked around and out over the pool but did not see our heads because we were shielded by several broken cattails stalks. 

I could tell she was talking to the guy but could not hear her over the motor of the four-wheeler. He said something back that made her laugh, then she picked up the shorts and climbed back on the bike and they rode off following their friends.

We stayed where we were until the engine noise faded. We looked at each other and grinned. 

Dee laughed and said, "Well, looks like we ride home naked whether we want to or not. Missy isn't going to believe this. Some people have a mean sense of humor."

"Yeah, and they sure know how to mess up a romantic interlude." I shook my head and continued, "They sure took the hard out of my hard-on, and you can sure move when you want to."

She giggled and said, "That's too bad, I'm hotter than ever, them nearly catching us has me quivering and twitching. Let's get back to the bikes before someone else decides to come this way."

I followed her as we waded toward the bank. I half expected the four-wheeler and the couple on it to reappear at any time. For some reason that thought and the sway of Dee's ass as she waded out of the pool had my manhood rising steadily. 

By the time, we started the climb up the bank to the bikes, I was totally focused on her ass only inches from my face. Once I leaned farther forward and took a lick from the bottom of her right cheek up to her tailbone. She jumped and giggled but did not climb any faster. 

The trail was steep but passable at a walk if you leaned forward and went slowly. I took a lick at the other cheek then one right up the center. That one caused her to pause, so I took another and then another. 

She took another step and stopped just short of the top as I let my tongue have free rein in the crack of her ass. She bent over farther and stuck her ass out more as I lowered my attack to the musky sweet opening of her sex. Her hips wiggled and flexed, then they were gone as she took the last step up.

I stood on the slope and watched as she walked over to my bike and draped herself over the cargo rack face down. I climbed up the rest of the way, walked over behind her, went to one knee, and continued to lick and tongue her wet opening. 

For several minutes, I worked on her from clit to asshole until she said softly, "Get up here and give me what I really want, what I wanted in the water."

Standing, I took my ridged shaft in my hand and rubbed the spongy head up and down her wet slit before centering it in her opening and easing it forward into her. 

She gave a low whine as I pressed forward until I was tight against her ass. I paused there to enjoy the feel of her hot, wet sex wrapped around me so tightly. She wiggled her ass and I pulled all the way out and then slowly slipped back in all the way.

"Oh, yes," she said, "That's the way." 

After about a half dozen long slow full strokes, she said, "Oh, yes," again, only louder. 

I took hold of her hips and drove my shaft home with a smack to her ass. "Yes!" she yelled. 

A dozen strokes like that and I was ready to come. I could tell from the motion of her hips and the feel of her pussy she was ready, too. One more hard full thrust and I came in a gush, which made me freeze. 

She wiggled her ass and yelled, "Yes, yes, yes." as I felt her insides grabbing and milking at me. I held myself tightly against her as she came and came again.

After a moment or two, she said in a halting voice, "Damn, you're dangerous; you could make a girl hurt herself and like it. Have you always been this sexual? I know you're in your mid-forties but you act more like early twenties when it comes to sex."

I chuckled before I answered. "I'm closer to my mid-fifties, so I am the dirty old man you thought I was. Anyway, what is wrong with enjoying sex, I thought that's what it was for? Anyway, look what pot's calling the kettle black, Miss hot-to-trot. You've been teasing me since this morning."

She laughed as she eased backwards and rose up on her arms. I started to pull out but she followed me back saying, "No! Stay there for a minute, please. I'm not quite ready to let that go; it feels good even in its present condition." 

I eased back against her and she leaned forward against the rack. "I'm going to tell you a secret." 

She paused for a moment and flexed her thigh muscles to tighten her grip on me. 

"You're only the third man ever to be in there. I was raped when I was in my mid teens, and have always had a problem with love and men. That's why I turned to women; I didn't have to be afraid or worry about rape. The second guy was one of my best friend's husbands about six months ago. We all had been friends for years and he knew that his wife and me had been and still were lovers from time to time. He could handle it if we were discrete, which we were." 

She paused again, longer this time. "To make a long story short, she was killed in a car crash. He and I were both devastated to say the least. After her funeral, we consoled each other and ended up in bed together one night. He was so loving and tender, kind, and considerate that it didn't dawn on me till the next morning that I had made love to a man without freaking out. Now you are the third and I have wanted you since I first saw you. There is some attraction that I can't put my finger on. I trust you completely and I know that's hard to believe but I do. Now that you know my sorted history, I hope you won't hold it against me."

I leaned over and kissed her shoulders and the back of her neck before rubbing my hips against her ass and saying, "Oh, I plan to hold it against you as often as you'll let me."

She laughed. "That's the dirty old man I know and love."

I laughed, eased back and out of her. It was like pulling the cork out of a bottle. 

"Oh!" Dee groaned. "Spoil sport!" Then she chuckled. "Wow, what a mess. We need to go back to the pool and clean up."

We eased down the bank and walked hand in hand to the pool. As we cleaned up, I chuckled and said softly, "You know we have to climb back up that bank again, don't you?"

She looked at me for a moment until comprehension set in. She laughed and answered, "Yeah, we do but you're going up first this time."

*****

We got the bikes turned around and headed for camp. It felt funny and exhilarating to be riding through the woods nude. We followed the same route back and thankfully saw no one. Although I think, Dee was a little disappointed that we did not. 

Missy came out from behind a cedar as we came up from the pond. When she saw how we were dressed, she frowned. Dee spent a few minutes explaining to her what had happened to us although she did leave out quite a bit other than the swimming.

"You poor baby," Missy said, "I would have been embarrassed and scared to death." Then she noticed the T-shirt. "Why didn't they take your shirt and why didn't you wear it on the ride home? At least you would have had something on."

Dee looked over at me before explaining how she had left it on the bike before we walked down to the pool and had not worn it because I did not have one. This seemed to satisfy Missy's curiosity. I wondered if such a ride for Missy would have had her as excited as Dee was now.

The sun was well down behind the trees as the three of us sat on a blanket eating a great stew with crackers. When we were finished, I volunteered for clean up, Dee insisted on helping me. 

On the walk to the creek with the dishes and pot, Dee voiced her curiosity about Missy riding nude on the bike. On the way back up to camp Dee decided to find out.

While I put the dishes up, Dee stood and looked at the sky for a moment. "Hey Missy, come on and take a ride with me to the end of the road and back. I want you to see how well the bike runs."

Missy smiled and said, "Ok, let me slip some clothes on."

"You don't need them, it'll be dark soon, and there's no one around for miles. It will only take fifteen or twenty minutes. Anyway, I want you to know what it feels like to ride nude."

Missy frowned until Dee took her hand and led her over to the bike. Missy got on behind Dee and snuggled up tight against her. I watched them as they rode down the slope to the creek and turned into the woods. I chuckled to myself as I thought about what a sight they made and the fantasy they would cause for some guy if he saw them. It made my manhood twitch, believe me.

*****

They were gone for nearly an hour and I had just lit the fire when they returned. Dee had the headlights on as she came up the slope and parked.

I was on my way to light the lantern when Dee came up behind me, put her arms around me, and whispered, "Let's just have the light from the campfire for right now so the three of us can cuddle up under a blanket. Missy is so turned on she kept trying to get me to stop and eat her. I rode all the way to that first narrow path before I turned around. I ran pretty fast over a couple of the smoother sections on the way back and that excited her even more."

I chuckled to myself as I turned around and kissed her. "You are a schemer and I think you have a threesome in mind. Count me in."

Missy was in the tent and came out with a blanket and a couple of pillows. I went to my tent for my light sleeping bag and pillow. When I came back out Missy and Dee were lying side by side under their blanket on the ground blanket near the fire. 

As I drew near, Dee took my pillow from my hand, laid it next to hers, and said, "Here climb under next to me."

I spread my bag over their blanket and lay down next to Dee. It was dark and the stars were just coming out. I felt Dee's hand run lightly up over my thigh to warmly cover my soft manhood. We were all three on our backs trying to pick out different star patterns through the tree's limbs and leaves.

Dee rolled over onto her stomach and leaned over to kiss Missy. It was a soft, sweet, lingering kiss. Then she turned and leaned over to kiss me the same way. Then she went back to Missy, and then back to me. 

Pausing between us, she said, "You both kiss great and I can't decide which I like better. Missy, your lips are softer but he uses just the right amount of tongue." She paused to giggle. "They both turn me on and give me this tingly feeling." 

She went back to kissing us. After a while, she said to Missy, "See I told you being Bi had its advantages. I'm getting twice the kisses you are. I've got an idea. Why don't you switch places with me and try this experiment yourself?"

"I don't know, Dee; it's been a long time since I kissed a boy. You know I only mess with girls."

"Missy, he's not a boy I can guarantee you that but he does kiss nice. What is the harm in trying? Who knows you might like it if you gave it a chance."

Missy put up a little more of an argument but finally gave in. They swapped places and Missy kissed Dee for a long time before Dee broke the kiss. 

"Ok, now kiss him the same way. Don't be shy, he won't bite. He may nibble but he won't bite."

Turning to me, Missy brushed her lips across mine and then turned back to Dee. "I don't know about this, I feel funny somehow."

Dee chuckled. "Go ahead, it won't kill you. Just close your eyes and kiss him like you would me."

Missy turned more toward me and, with her eyes closed, pressed her lips to mine. Dee was right; she had very soft lips. It took a moment for her to relax and loosen up but when she did, the kiss got sweeter and better.

I waited for her to open her teeth and flick her tongue against my lips before I used mine. That seemed to be the spark she needed to really get into it. The kiss went on for nearly a minute before she pulled back and opened her eyes. 

With a shy smile, she turned back to Dee and kissed her. Then her lips were back on mine only more urgently this time. As our tongues fought, I could feel a soft moan, and she moved closer to me, her long, hard nipple pressed against my ribs. 

I felt the moan again just before a soft, warm hand rubbed across my semi-hard shaft. I opened my eyes to see Dee rolled up against Missy's back kissing her shoulders and neck. Dee's hand caressed and teased my hardening shaft until Missy's right leg slowly slid up over mine as she pressed her hot sex against my hip. 

Dee's head disappeared from sight but from Missy's movements I could tell she was kissing her back. Missy's right arm snaked across my chest and caressed the side of my face and head as she moved up tightly against me.

Missy was breathing hard and raggedly by the time, she broke the kiss. One reason was that my arm and hand was trapped under her body with my fingers close under her smooth hairless mound. I rubbed the backs of my fingers over this smooth skin occasionally bumping fingers with Dee who was exploring from the other side.

When she broke the kiss, Dee moved over so Missy could roll over on her back. Dee was up on one elbow and grinned down at her. "That wasn't too bad now, was it? You seemed to be really getting into it."

Missy chuckled. "Yes, I was especially after you moved over to kiss my back and tease me with your fingers and hand." 

She paused a moment. "He does kiss good. I might have been getting into it a little before you showed up. Now it's my turn to kiss you and I hope he helps," she said in a whisper and with a shy glance at me.

Dee chuckled and lay back as Missy rolled over to lie partially on top of her as she had with me. I let them kiss for a minute before I rolled and scooted over to cuddle up behind Missy. Her round, warm butt pressed against my stomach as I kissed the back of her neck and across her shoulders. 

My left hand rested on her hip for a moment before sliding up to explore her ribs and then her left breast. I brushed my fingers along the side of the globe and then across it to lightly tease her hard nipple.

As I slowly kissed my way down the small of her back, I let my hand wander down the crease where their two bodies touched. My fingers followed the curve of Missy's hip to her thigh and then over it. 

Exploring lower, my fingers encountered the soft patch of hair at the top of Dee's sex. I teased Dee's clit and upper slit until Missy's leg moved between Dee's legs and forced my hand away.

My fingers now followed Missy's soft inner thigh to the heat and wetness of her open sex. I kissed her tailbone and letting my tongue wander over the twin globes of her beautiful ass. As I moved lower, I let my middle finger glide up the slippery trench to circle her clit. 

This drew a deep moan from her, which drew out longer as my tongue made a slow swipe up the deep crack of her ass. She rolled more to her right giving me better access to her tightly puckered asshole. 

As I tongued and rimmed it, she moaned and whimpered loudly. I ran the tip of my tongue lightly around the opening several times before testing it with a short thrust at odd intervals. Missy was whining continuously into Dee's mouth as her hips flexed trying to get more of my tongue. 

When I finally stabbed it in and tried to wiggle it deeper, Missy's ass came up as high as she could raise it in that position. After a moment of this, she broke the kiss with Dee and threw her head back in a loud cry as she came. I continued to work at her asshole until her hips started to slowly sink. I crawled back up to cuddle against her back and put my arm around her. Dee's was already there.

We lay that way for several minutes before Missy said, "Wow, I would have never thought I could have an orgasm with just someone licking my ass while I kissed someone else, and a man to boot." She paused to giggle. "I guess he's a better lesbian than I thought. He sure knows how to tease and use that tongue."

Dee chuckled and said, "I told you." 

She let her hand wander down over Missy's hip and ass to brush along the side of my hard manhood where it pressed against Missy's thigh. 

"Missy, have you ever had anything in that little ass of your besides a tongue or a toy?" Dee asked suddenly.

I felt Missy tense just a little before saying in a soft voice, "No, I haven't." 

We lay there a moment before she whispered, "I have thought about it though."

Another few moments passed before Dee said, "If a tongue can make you go boom, what do you think would happen if there was something long, hot, hard, and yielding was in there while I eat your sweet little pussy. Do you think you would come or just explode?"

Missy took several deep breaths as a shiver ran up her body. "Oh, Dee, did I tell you that fantasy? I don't remember telling it to you. If I had, I would remember because I would have been embarrassed." She squirmed around a little before continuing, "I would probably die or break into little bitty pieces, if it ever really happened."

We lay there for a long time before anyone said anything else. Missy squirmed again and asked, "Dee, would it hurt? I know the toy does a little at first but he's a lot bigger than that toy."

"We could use the toy to get you used to the feel and to stretch you a little first. Some oil would help a lot," Dee said slowly.

Missy squirmed some more before asking softly, "Did you bring our toys or any oil?"

Dee chuckled. "Yes, dear, you know I always bring our toys and some tasty oil when we travel. Let me go get them and the handy wipes to clean up with afterwards. You know how soothing those are."

Missy rolled back against me harder to allow Dee to get up then rolled back. As she did, my manhood rubbed against her thigh. She reached over and shyly touched the side of it with her fingertips. I rolled back slightly, took her hand, and placed it against me. She rubbed the shaft and then gently grasped it. 

Moving her hand up and down slowly, she said, "Technically I'm still a virgin; I've had toys in both the back and front but never one of these. I've never even had one in my mouth." 

"Then it couldn't have been a rape that pushed you toward girls as it was with Dee," I said softly.

She gave me a squeeze and rolled over on her back still hanging onto my manhood. "Oh, she told you. That's very interesting. No, my first sexual encounter was with a female cousin and I liked it. I dated several boys in school but they were pushy and only after one thing. Over the years, I have watched my friends and their boyfriend problems and have been glad I didn't have them. The problem is that there were a couple of guys that made my heart flutter though. Nothing ever came of it because I never pursued it."




Riding the National Forest



At that point, Dee came back and got under the blanket with us. "Our little Missy has always been shy and a little introverted. I'm surprised she has said as much to you as she has."

Missy leaned over, licked the nipple on Dee's right breast, and then sucked the pointy tip between her lips. Dee's back arched and an "Ah!" came from her lips. 

Missy released the tit with a smacking sound and grinned. "That usually shuts her up and distracts her," she said to me. 

To Dee, she said, "I like him and you definitely like him, so I figure he'll be around a while. Anyway, if he is going to help me with one of my major fantasies, he should know something about me. You told him about the rape and I know what that means. You are very interested in him and trust him. That's good enough for me. Now that all the cats are out of the bags, shall we work on my fantasy? Where do you want me?"

Dee laughed. "Missy, baby, I love you," she said as she leaned over to kiss her. 

When the kiss broke, Dee said, "Now roll your ass over there and get up on your hands and knees with your cute little ass toward the fire. That should warm your buns."

Missy giggled as she rolled over the top of me taking the covers with her. When she was on the other side, she still had a grip on my shaft. 

"Oh, I guess I need to let go of this."

Dee shook her head and laughed. "Missy, my Missy, what am I going to do with you? You have to watch her, she gets a hold of some things, and she does not want to let go. Like a kid with a new toy." 

I laughed. "Where have I heard that before lately?"

Dee leaned over and kissed me quickly before saying to Missy, "Flip over, darling, and stick that fabulous ass of yours up here; I have a treat for it." She opened the cloth bag she had brought back and drew out a small plastic dildo. 

Missy rolled over and got to her hands and knees. Then she reached for a pillow and lowered her head and chest onto it. Dee moved around to kneel on the far side of Missy's upturned ass and ran a hand over the right cheek.

"Hey, Mister, want to give me a hand with this?" she asked me as she smacked the tight skin with the flat of her hand making a loud noise. 

Missy wiggled her ass but did not move. I moved over and smacked her on the other cheek. We both gave her another couple of pops then Dee leaned down and licked at the hot pink area on her side. I did the same on mine. Missy wiggled her ass and sighed.

Dee moved toward me, put one knee between Missy's legs, and motioned me to do the same. We sat on our heel's thigh-to-thigh and hip-to-hip looking at the beautiful sight in front of us. Dee leaned in and tongued the brown puckered ring for a minute then sat back and motioned me to do the same. 

We kept alternating back and forth until Missy moaned softly. At which point, Dee took the dildo and applied the tip to Missy's opening while leaning back in and licking her ass again. The small plastic tube slowly disappeared inside only to reappear equally as slow. 

Missy was wiggling her ass, moaning louder by the time Dee moved back, and I moved in to spear my tongue as deeply as I could in the tight ring of muscles. 

I fucked her ass with my tongue until Dee tapped me on the shoulder. Dee took the small vibrator out of Missy's pussy and pressed it against her asshole. It slowly sunk in until only the end was in sight. Dee released it and reached into the bag for another one about twice as big as the first.

It was seven inches long and an inch across. She licked and sucked on this one while looking into my eyes. With a grin, she took it out of her mouth and slowly shoved it into Missy. Missy gave out with a long low groan and flexed her hips. 

Dee looked over at me and whispered, "Stand up."

When I stood up, the head of my manhood was only inches from Dee's lips. Her tongue snaked out and tickled the underside of the head then swirled around and around it. Involuntarily my dick jumped out of her reach and fell back to have her suck it into her warm mouth. The whole time she and I had gazed into each other's eyes. 

Now that she held me captive, she glanced over at the toys sticking out of Missy and started to slowly work them in and out. At the same time, her mouth moved up and down on my shaft as her long tongue flicked and whirled around it. I divided my attention between the toys and Dee's face.

Missy gave a little whine each time the dildo in her ass moved either in or out. After a few minutes of this, Dee moved her head back and allowed my shaft to reluctantly escape her lips. 

At the same time, she removed the small toy from Missy's ass and applied the tip of the larger one there. Missy's whine went up in volume as Dee pressed it forward and rotated it from side to side. Slowly, it sank inward until only an inch was visible.

Dee let it rest there as she leaned in and ran the tip of her tongue over the tightly drawn skin where it contacted the plastic. A shiver went through Missy and then a shudder as Dee let her tongue wander lower to dip into the wet, pulsing opening below. She continued to tease the opening as she moved the dildo slowly in and out. Missy flexed her hips hard and cried out as she came again.

When the toy was moving freely and easily in and out of Missy's tightly stretched asshole, Dee lay down on her back and placed her head under Missy's flexing hips. I stepped across to straddle Dee and bent my knees to bring my manhood down to the level of Missy's ass. 

I took over the toy, worked it with long slow strokes as Dee grasp my shaft, and rubbed the head up and down in the slit above her face. I moved my hips slowly back and forth, as Dee held the shaft in the slit. As I would bump Missy's clit, her whine would get sharp. 

On one backstroke, Dee slipped the head upward and centered it on the hot wet center of Missy's vagina. I gave a small push, feeling the wet heat as the head pressed against the tight opening. The spongy head squeezed into the opening until Missy jerked forward and popped it out. 

Dee centered it back up and I pressed forward again to feel a little more go inside this time. Missy's jerk was smaller but still popped me out. Dee and I continued this until Missy quit jerking. At, which point, I held a steady pressure as a couple of inches of my manhood slipped into her, causing her ass it wiggle. 

I held myself there a moment, before pulling back and easing forward again to plant another inch. I kept this up until a little over half of my dick was crammed into her tight, pulsing pussy. I knew if I kept at it, I would get it all in, but I was not sure whether I could hold off my orgasm that long.

Missy's whine was a full continuous moan, so I decide not to worry about it as I worked my shaft in and out slowly. As my hips touched her ass for the first time, I let out a groan of my own and sprayed her insides with several hard jets of come. 

Missy came up on her arms and rammed her ass back hard against me, as she yelled and tossed her head. As my orgasm subsided, I realized Dee's chin was against my balls and she was working over Missy's clit. Missy was shivering, shaking, and grinding her ass against my hips. 

I held on for what seemed like an hour as she continued to come and come again. I had never felt so many types and so much movement as I did from her pussy wrapped around me.

My legs were shaking and my back hurt by the time Dee quit licking Missy and let her relax. Missy slowly sank back to lay her head on the pillow, until I tried to pull myself out of her tight, clutching pussy. That brought her back up on all fours and she moaned loudly. 

I had to sit down before I fell, so I continued to ease back and out as her moan turned to a wail. Once I was free, I sagged sideways and sat down hard. I glanced toward Dee to see her mouth and tongue working furiously at the hole I had just vacated. Missy was back to a low whine as she sank to the pillow and then to the blanket to lie prone and unmoving the dildo still buzzing in her asshole.

Dee was grinning as she sat up and turned to flip the tiny switch to silence the toy. Gently, she slipped it out and laid it down before pulling my sleeping bag over a softly snoring Missy. 

Grinning, she turned to me and said, "She won't be worth a shit for a while. If she came once, she came twenty times. I'll be surprised if she wakes up before noon." 

Glancing down at my shrunken manhood, she smiled and said, "Looks like I have some more cleaning up to do. Missy didn't get her fantasy the way she wanted it but I don't think she will hold it against us, do you?"

I chuckled and answered, "She was holding it plenty tight against me. Was this really her first time?"

Dee nodded as she lay down on her belly with her head just above my lap. She stuck out her long tongue and licked at the mess Missy and I had made then said, "Yes, it was and what a first time too. She will remember this for the rest of her life. I hope it won't be her last but we'll work on that. We still have to give her that fantasy. Think you can handle it?" 

She went back to licking at my limp member and then sucked it into her mouth for a moment. As she released it, I answered with a chuckle, "It would be a tough, dirty job, but someone's got to do it. I guess I'll just have to force myself." She sucked me back in and swirled her tongue around the head forcefully before releasing me again.

"Yummy, you two taste good together. Just remember that I have the same fantasy. Think you could force yourself twice?"

"Not in the same night, it would most likely kill me. Between you this afternoon and Missy tonight, I'm worn out." Dee was back to sucking and teasing me, and my rising cock made me a liar.

When I was back to my full length, Dee popped me out of her mouth and grinned up at me. "You're not worn out yet but you will be when I'm through with you. There will be two bodies snoring out here on this blanket, so you just lay back and conserve your strength and let me get a work out on this pole of yours."

As I lay back, she crawled up on top of me and straddled my hips. Her sex was burning hotly when she sat down and rubbed my shaft back and forth through her drenched slit. After just a few seconds, she threw her head back and froze as a shiver ran up her body. 

"Oh, that was quick," she whispered before she reached between us and held my ridged shaft upright. 

Quickly she rubbed the head along her slit and fit it to her opening. Applying her weight, she slowly sank down to impale herself fully on me in one slow continuous motion. She sat there a moment with her eyes squeezed shut before she leaned slightly forward and placed her hands on my chest. 

"This is what I wanted this afternoon before we were so rudely interrupted. Being bent over the bike was good but now I'm in control and I know what I want and how to get it. Hold on, this may be a bumpy ride." 

Saying that, she rocked her hips backwards and forwards sharply to rub her clit on my pelvic bone as my hard dick rubbed her insides. "Oh, yes. This way I can feel, just how long and thick you are inside me. I feel like I am fully packed and in total control. If you stay around, I'll have to toss those toys out because the real thing is so much better."

"You think so, do you? I know you feel great. You're so hot and wet I feel like I'm being boiled."

Dee laughed and bounced up and down with short sharp movements. "You'll think you're in a milking machine here in a minute. Oh, God, that's good." 

She froze again with a harder shiver. "That's two and I ain't even gotten the saddle adjusted for this pony ride yet." 

She went back to bouncing but with longer, slower strokes this time. After about a dozen or so bounces, she stopped and sat still for a second. She slowly lifted her hips until just the head rested against the open to her sex and then she lowered herself equally as slow. Her eyes drifted closed as she continued to slowly fuck herself on me. 

"Damn, this is better than I ever imagined it could be. Oh, here I go again." This time she didn't freeze but kept on stroking as her insides rolled and rippled around me.

This went on and on until I realized that I was building towards another orgasm of my own. I reached up to caress and then gently squeeze the pair of cone shaped breasts above me. This brought a low moan from Dee's lips and more ripples in her pussy. I was trying to hold my release back but the sensations of her sliding up and down on me were getting to be too much. 

"I'm gonna to come," I warned her.

This made her move faster but with shorter strokes. After another minute, she said loudly, "Anytime you're ready." 

Another few strokes brought, "Hurry, hurry, I'm there," as she slammed her pussy down on me and rocked back and forth. 

I thrust my hips up once, and then twice, lifting her up each time before my manhood swelled up to spew into the depths of her pulsing throbbing sex. With a loud yell, she flexed her hips in time with my spurting shaft. It felt like she was trying to suck me in deeper. A milking machine was a close comparison after all.

Slowly, she leaned forward to lie on me, her head on my chest and her sex still throbbing around me. She gave a deep sigh and lay still. I hugged her to me and relaxed. In a minute or so, I reached out and pulled the blanket over us. 

I glanced at Missy to see her grinning at me. She moved over and covered us with the sleeping bag before cuddling up with her head on my shoulder and her arm around Dee's waist.

*****

The bright sunlight moderately high through the trees woke me. Missy was still on my shoulder and cuddled up to my right side but Dee was now on my left shoulder. Missy had kicked all the covers off herself and Dee and I were only partially covered. I couldn't move without waking both of them but I had to. Both my arms were asleep and I had to pee like a Russian racehorse.

I tried to roll my arm out from under Dee but wasn't having much luck. Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled at me. 

"Good morning, lover," she whispered. 

Glancing across my chest, she saw Missy sleeping on the other side of me and smiled again. "We seemed to have gotten cozier since I fell asleep. What is in that injection of yours, a sleeping pill? If we could bottle it, we could make a fortune."

I laughed softly. "You can already get something like it at the sperm bank but for a different purpose. Anyway, I think it's more of a mutual orgasmic experience, which causes the good dreamland state. Look, I love the pillow talk but if I don't find a bush to water here in the next few minutes, there's going to be a flood."

She looked at me for a moment then said, "Hmmmm, now that you mention it that does sound like a good idea." 

She rolled over and stood up slowly. "Wow, talk about a hitch in the old giddy up. Why did sex make everything but my pussy sore? I'm stiff and sore in muscles I didn't know I had."

I chuckled as I eased my arm and shoulder out from under Missy. "It's just good old-fashioned exercise. Ok, now let's find a dry bush and see if we can drown it, I can probably float a log by myself this morning."

*****

Dee and I had finished half of the coffee and had bacon frying by the time Missy rolled over onto her back and stretched her arms up over her head. Her eyes fluttered open and she slowly sat up. As her gaze fell on us, she smiled shyly and then grinned as we grinned back at her. 

"Good morning. Is that bacon and coffee I smell? I could eat a horse."

When Dee and I both made whinnying sounds, Missy laughed and got up to come over and kiss us. My kiss was brief but Dee's lingered for a while before Missy turned back to me for another short gentle one.

Missy laughed and said, "My, what a nice thing to wake up to. My best friend and my two lovers, along with coffee and breakfast, what else could a girl want."

Dee chuckled. "Not much after last night. Sorry, about your fantasy but things got carried away on the way to it. We can always try again, try again, and try again," Dee finished with a laugh.

Missy chuckled and said, "I'm satisfied, and, boy, was I. I don't even remember falling asleep. One minute I was coming like crazy and the next I woke up to you two cuddled up near me. I joined you and don't remember a thing until now. I'm usually a very light sleeper, you know." 

I handed her a cup of coffee and a plate of bacon and eggs. After sampling the eggs, she asked, "What's planned for today?"

I shrugged and looked at Dee. With a grin, she said, "I'm open to suggestions." When I gave her a wolfish grin in reply, she laughed. 

"Missy, we're going to have to watch what we say around him or we could get ourselves in deep trouble."

"If it's of the type I got last night, then count me in," she said with a big smile. "I'm assuming you've already been there at least once, probably twice and plan to go back for more. Next time I want to help, ok?"

Dee laughed and I grinned. "It's a deal, girlfriend," Dee said.

"What if we went to look for your Indian campground? That's why you two came up here this weekend, wasn't it?" I asked.

"Could we?" Dee asked. When I nodded, she turned to Missy. "You will love the pool and creek we found yesterday and the campground isn't very far from there. I'll let you ride topless."

Missy actually blushed at the suggestion. "What if someone saw us? That's what got me in trouble last night, riding nude with you." 

She paused a moment and then grinned. "Sounds good to me."

I chuckled and shook my head at the twisted logic. "Ok, let's finish breakfast and clean up; then we'll load up and go see what we can find at the old campsite. What kind of gear did you bring to excavate the site?"

The girls looked at each other then back at me. "Excavate? You mean dig?" Missy asked.

I laughed then answered. "Well yes, did you expect to find pottery or arrow heads just lying around on the ground? That camp is probably hundreds of years old, if not thousands. Anything not rotted away will be buried anywhere from inches to feet deep."

Missy looked at Dee and said, "You didn't say anything about digging up the woods."

Dee looked from her to me and back again. "Oops. Chalk one up for my stupidity. I hadn't even thought about it. Now that someone has pointed it out, I feel really dumb," she said looking towards me.

"Sorry," I said, "I have a folding shovel but we need a lot of other stuff to really have a chance of finding anything. We need to be able to sift the dirt we dig and a way to mark areas off and many other things. Well, we can still go find the place and do some checking around. If it looks good then we can plan another weekend trip to really do it right."

This put the smile back on Dee's face. "I knew we kept you around for some reason besides the obvious," Dee said with a laugh. 

I stuck my tongue out at her, so she spread her thighs wide and said, "Right here and right now. You can't threaten me with a lethal weapon and get away with it."

This made Missy laugh and look at me. "Didn't you know she would take you up on that, even on the courthouse steps? You show her a tongue and her legs spread faster than you can say, "Lickity split." The stories I could tell you would make us both horny or is that hornier?"

I grinned at them both and set my plate aside as I moved between Dee's spread legs. "Hey, can't a girl eat in peace?" Dee asked.

I licked at her puffy outer lips and said, "That's what I plan on doing, eating your piece." With that, I grabbed her thighs and rolled her from a sitting position to the prone.

Missy took the plate out of Dee's hand and laughed. "I think you've met your match this time. I believe he would take you on the courthouse steps, Wal-Mart, the grocery store, anywhere and everywhere. You're in trouble now."




Riding the National Forest



I buried my face in her pussy as she tried to push my head away. The more I licked and sucked the weaker her attempts were. By the time I had her clit standing tall, she was pulling my face tighter against her sex. 

Missy leaned over with a grin, and sucked a hard nipple between her lips. One of Dee's hands flew to Missy's cheek as a groan escaped her lips and her hips lifted off the blanket with a shudder. 

"Ah, yes, yes, yes," Dee said loudly. I kept licking until her hips started to sink, and her hand once again pushed at my head.

Missy sat up with a grin, looked at her friend, and then down at my wet face. "Now that's the way to start the day, with a bang."

With a laugh, I got up to my knees and said, "Who's next? One hard tongue, no waiting." 

I moved toward Missy and grabbed her legs as she giggled and tried to move away. I upended her the same way as I had Dee and rubbed my slick face over her mound. It only took a second for my tongue to zero in on her clit and flick it to full hardness. 

I worked my way down to her opening sex and on down to her rosebud asshole. As I worked, my way back up, her knees opened wider to give me more room. Dee has a clit the size of a small pea but Missy's is twice as big around and stands up past her outer lips by a quarter inch. 

I sucked it into my mouth and ran my tongue around and around it all the way to the base. Missy's hips were jerking and humping against my face as I pressed my lips together around the miniature shaft and sucked, at the same time running the tip of my tongue over the very end. Missy had a double handful of my hair as she yelled she was coming. I continued to lick and suck until her hips quieted.

I move up to my knees and wiped at my face. I glanced over to see Dee staring at me with her mouth slightly open. I grinned as she said, "You are quite the lesbian, aren't you? I've never seen Missy come so fast or so long and hard." 

Glancing down, she grinned. "Speaking of long and hard, I see you really like being a lesbian very much."

"I like him being a lesbian very much also," muttered Missy as she came up on her elbows and saw my rampant manhood. 

"Damn, I can't believe all of that fit inside me. No wonder I was coming my brains out." She looked over at Dee and continued, "Uh, is there something we can do to return the favor for those yummy orgasms we got?"

Dee grinned and then chuckled. "I think it's time to educate you a little, my dear Missy. When was the last time you ate a Popsicle? Let me show you something much better and its cream filled too." 

She turned to me. "Why don't you lie down right here and relax while I give our little Missy a lesson in cock sucking."

I grinned and shook my head. "Who am I to stand in the way of higher, or is it lower, education? I think this is every guy's fantasy at one time or another." 

I lay down on my back and pulled a pillow over to prop up my head. I did not want to miss any of this. It was a major first for me, among several others that had occurred this weekend. In my wildest dreams, I could not have imagined anything to compare with what had already happened.

I was distracted from my thoughts by a warm tongue slowly running up the length of my shaft. I looked down to see Dee grinning at me from my left side as she wrapped her small hand around me, pulled my manhood toward her mouth, and ran her tongue lightly around the tip. 

Missy was lying opposite her and as she pushed me over in that direction, Missy ran her tongue around the head, several times and then grinned over at Dee. 

"Not a bad flavor, but there are some overtones of you there. I wonder why?" she said then laughed.

Dee grinned, pulled me over to suck the spongy head into her mouth, and flicked her tongue in the sensitive groove on the bottom. This had me squirming in a short time. Popping me out of her mouth, she explained to Missy what she had done then she let her try it. She flicked her tongue first firmly then lightened up the pressure until I was squirming again. 

"Now take as much of it into your mouth as is comfortable, and suck like your trying to get the flavor from a Popsicle as you raise your head up and let it slip out of your mouth," Dee told Missy. 

She did as Dee told her and when the head came out of her mouth, it sounded like a cork from a bottle. Dee chuckled. "Not quite that much suction. Think Popsicle, not vacuum cleaner." 

She pulled my shaft over within her reach and ran her mouth up and down, taking a little more of me in each time until she reached her fingers. My hips had started to move on their own before she released me. 

"See? Now you try it."

Missy did the same as my hips started to move again. When she reached Dee's fingers, Dee moved them out of the way, one at a time until ninety percent of me was in Missy's mouth, and I guess, throat. She was moving in long strokes from the head to the base for several minutes as I tried to hold off my impending orgasm. 

Then she groaned loudly around my shaft, which set me off. I came with a rush deep in her throat and could feel her swallowing around my head that made it even more intense. My groan mingled with hers.

After a moment, I heard Dee chuckle. "I must be a pretty good teacher because I think you both just got off."

I knew I had and Missy was not letting go of me and still held me deep in her mouth even as I slowly softened. Finally, after several minutes, she slowly and reluctantly let me slip free. I opened my eyes to see Dee lean over and lick at my soft manhood before she looked over at Missy. 

A soft smile crossed her lips before she said, "Greedy bitch, you didn't even leave me a taste. After all the trouble I went through to train you." 

She paused a moment. "Hmmmm, come to think about it, I don't think you needed much training. You seem to be as much of a natural cocksucker as you are a born pussy licker. I hate to be the one to tell you but your status has changed. You are now as Bi as I am. Welcome to the club."

Missy had been resting her forehead on my hip. She slowly raised her head and asked, "Have you ever come from sucking a dick?"

Dee shook her head and answered, "Nope, but I want to. It must be a real rush to come and go at the same time. Maybe I should come to you for training," she said with a grin.

Missy grinned back at her then looked up at me. "What are you grinning about?" She reached over and nudged my limp shaft. "You ain't worth nothing right now. Until this thing recharges you're dead in the water."

I stuck my tongue out and wiggled it around. Both girls laughed until Dee said, "He does have a point." 

Looking over at me, she said, "Come on, lover boy, there are dishes that won't wash themselves and we all need a bath even if we freeze in the process and no, a tongue bath won't do," she stated with a laugh.

After our quick baths in the pond, we lay down in the sun to dry and warm up. "We've got to find a place to camp in the future with warmer water," Missy said to no one in particular.

Dee chuckled. "I figured that when you got out of these woods, I'd never get you back near them, much less back into them."

"You don't think I'm going to let you two come out here together without me, do you?" Missy asked. "Without me to chaperon, you two would fuck each other's brains out the first day."

I laughed. "She's right, you know. Of course, the two of you will kill me sooner or later but don't get me wrong; I'll go with a great big smile on my face, among other things."

Dee said to Missy, "When he kicks the bucket, let's make sure we have a sharp knife and a jar of alcohol with us so we can salvage the best parts for our own private use later."

Missy laughed as I curled up in the fetal position with my hands over one of the parts she was talking about. "Hey, don't even kid about such a thing. The thought could wreck a man for life." 

Both girls laughed.

*****

Missy was on double behind Dee as we headed out of camp on the two four-wheelers. None of us wore a stitch of clothing although we had a pair of shorts and a tee shirt apiece on the bikes. The girls had asked if I knew any back trails that would get us close to where we were going so they could ride nude at least part of the way. I thought I did, so we were going to try it. 

Only once did we come close to another biker, and it was a girl riding topless. We all waved at each other and grinned as we passed. I noticed that she eyed us as much as we eyed her, until we were out of sight. I took the next turn off and we pulled off into a small opening alongside the trail. We shut the bikes off and I got off and stretched my back. 

Missy looked around as she got off. "Is this as close as we can get? I mean do we need to get dressed."

I smiled and answered, "Not yet, but I needed to stretch and pee, so I thought we would take a short break. Anyway I wanted to make sure our friend back there didn't go find the rest of the people she's here with and come looking for our traveling nudist show." I stepped behind a tree and took care of business.

"She was a cute little thing, with great boobs, don't you think?" Missy asked. 

"She was nice," I answered as I walked back to the bike. "Nice ass, too, from what I could see. Not in your class, Missy, but nice."

Dee laughed. "I told you he liked your ass better."

"Whoa," I said, "don't go putting words into my mouth. You are both build entirely different and I like the way both of you are built. Each part fits perfectly with all the rest to make up the whole. I wouldn't change anything about either of you."  

Missy walked over and kissed me on the cheek. "He's so sweet and I think he really believes all that bullshit."

Dee walked over and kissed me on the other cheek. "Yes, he does and that's why this thing we are getting into will work."

The buzz of a single bike made all of us turn toward the way we had come in. It went on passed the turn off, then slowed, and turned around. In a second, the girl on the bike we had passed earlier came into sight. She slowed and pulled over near us. 

The first thing I noticed was that she had removed the bikini bottoms she had been wearing earlier. She shut off the motor and sat looking each of us over slowly as a smile played over her face. 

She stood up, swung her leg back, and stepped off the bike. Turning around, she sat back down sideways on the seat and propped one foot up on the rear rack giving us a full view of her closely trimmed sex.

"Hello," she said softly. "I couldn't believe that you guys were actually riding around nude like I really wanted to. I thought I was being daring by going topless. Do you do this often and how do you keep from running into the different groups riding around here?"

We stood for a moment looking her over. She was tall, taller than Dee and a true redhead to boot. Her high firm breasts were made to look small by her wide shoulders and larger by her narrow waist. Their upturned nipples were hard and dark compared to her pale slightly sunburned skin. 

Where the bikini bottom had been, the skin was pale white that made the short red curls at her sex stand out even more. Her long slim legs began at wide, rounded hips and ended with long, narrow feet. 

I licked my lips and felt a stirring in my manhood. I cleared my throat. "This is our first time, no second," I said as I glanced at Dee, who was taking in our visitor's figure as much as I had been. 

"Dee and I had our shorts stolen late yesterday afternoon while we were swimming and ended up riding back to camp nude. It was quite a rush, so we all decided to try it today. As for avoiding other people, we've just stayed on the small back trails and trusted to luck. So far you're the only person we've seen."

Missy said unexpectedly, "You're getting sunburned."

The redhead laughed. "So are you. Light skin is a bitch, isn't it?"

"I forgot my lotion," Missy replied. "These two don't use or need it, so they're no help at all."

"I know what you mean; I forgot mine also. My girlfriend is Afro-American so she doesn't use it either for some reason," the girl said with a laugh. "Do you all come up here often?"

Dee said, "This is our first time and we got lost until our hero here came to our rescue. He seems to know the area well. Do you and your girlfriend camp here much?"

"This is our third time here but our first time alone. We were with a larger group the last two times. We wanted to try it by ourselves, you know alone but together," she said as she licked her lips.

Missy giggled and Dee laughed. "We know exactly what you mean. Missy and I have been through that a time or two. Too many people around to really let your hair down." 

When the girl glanced at me, Dee laughed again. "Dear, don't worry about him. He's a bigger lesbian than any of us and a damn good one, too."

"Hey, you're going to make my head swell," I said with a chuckle.

"Don't worry, we know what to do for that, don't we, Missy?"

Missy grinned and answered, "I'm learning fast."

The redhead stepped down from the bike, walked over to Dee, and kissed her lightly on the lips. "My name is Stacey and I'm glad to meet you." 

She grinned as she ran her eyes up and down before she turned and gently kissed Missy. "You're a cutie; maybe I'll see you later?"

Missy looked from Dee to me and back to Stacey. With a grin, she answered, "You never know."

Stepping over to me, she kissed me on the cheek and grinned. "A male lesbian? Hmmmm, I might have to try that out sometime when my girlfriend's not around, that is. She would totally freak. I might freak, too, if you're as good as advertised."

Dee and Missy laughed and then Missy said, "Take my word for it, he is, and he loves it. He had both of us for breakfast and was still hungry."

Stacey eyed me again. "Sounds like you're on your way to turning these girls around," she said with a chuckle. "You must be good."

Dee shrugged and said, "He's not trying to do anything of the kind. I was Bi before we met, and Missy has just found something new for her on the menu. I don't know if I care for the way you said that."

Stacey put her hands up and hurriedly said, "Whoa, sorry. I didn't mean anything by it. I sure didn't mean to offend you or him. My hat's off to all of you, it sounds like you have a good thing and I'm not trying to make any trouble, quite to the contrary. Buzzing around on that four-wheeled vibrator had my little twat a twitching and then the three of you show up nude. What's a girl to do?"

Missy giggled and Dee laughed as I said, "Hmmmm, is it just me or does she sound horny to you guys, too?"

Missy replied, "You know, she could be but I hate it when people are so subtle that you can't be sure."

Dee stepped around behind Stacey and slipped her arms around her waist. Spreading her hands out on Stacey's flat stomach, she slowly let them slide upward to cup her breasts and gently squeeze them. Her thumbs and forefingers rolled and pinched at the hard nipples as Stacey leaned back against her. 

"Well, her nipples are hard and her breathing is a little ragged," Dee observed. "Why don't you check and see if her pussy is wet, Missy."

With a broad grin, Missy went to her knees in front of Stacey and ran her tongue along the top of her thigh from the knee to the crease of her pelvis. Stacey moved her feet sideways to allow Missy access to her pussy as Dee continued to massage her breasts. Missy was taking long, slow licks along the inner edges of the outer lips while easing her right hand up to hold onto Stacey's ass. 

Her left hand had dropped down and was working on her own sex. After a minute or so, Stacey raised her right foot and hooked it behind Missy's shoulder, giving her room to move lower and attack the wet opening. 

Missy leaned back and said softly, "Oh, it's soaking wet. Maybe we should lay her down so I can do a better job of drying her off."

Stacey dropped her foot and the girls moved over to Dee's bike with its wide rear cargo rack. With Dee's help, Stacey lay down on the rack with her head on the seat and her feet pulled back and up to rest on the edge of the rack. Missy squatted down and ran her tongue up inside Stacey's open pussy then licked her from asshole to clit in one long stroke. 

"Oh yes, this is much better. I'll have her dried off in no time now." Missy went back to work on Stacey with her tongue and herself with her fingers.

Dee was sucking on Stacey's left breast and massaging the right so I figured she needed a hand or rather another mouth. As I sucked the hard nipple between my lips, my eyes locked with Dee's for a moment as we both tried to grin with a mouth full of tit. 

Dee and I continued to work over Stacey's breasts until Missy's head popped up. "Damn, I just about get her dry and then she comes and gets it wet again." With a big grin, she finished. "A girl's work is never done." Giggling, her head disappeared back between Stacey's thighs. 

Stacey hadn't made a sound since she had lain down on the bike and closed her eyes when Missy had started to eat her. Her eyes opened at Missy's words and she grinned at Dee and me. "That little lady is trying to kill me. I didn't know a person could get eaten to death." 

Her eyes closed a moment as her hips rose off the rack. When they settled back down, she opened her eyes and said to Dee, "Why don't you climb up here and let me have a taste of your sweet treat?"

Dee popped the hard nipple out of her mouth and grinned across at me and then at Stacey. "I thought the lady would never ask."

Dee climbed up to stand on the foot pegs of the bike facing the rear and slowly lowered her sex towards Stacey's waiting mouth. As she got near, I watched as this incredibly long tongue snaked out of Stacey's mouth and tickled the wet opening. 

As Dee lowered herself further, the tip of Stacey's tongue parted the opening and wiggled inside. I could not believe how much tongue disappeared up into Dee's pussy. From the look on Dee's face, I don't think she believed it either as a deep moan came from her throat. It didn't take but a few moments for Dee to start coming like crazy from that dancing, wiggling tongue.

Dee's loud moans and yells brought Missy's head up to see what was going on. About that time, Stacey pulled that long tongue all the way out and slowly slipped it back in as Dee squirmed and shook through another orgasm. 

I heard Missy whisper in wonder, "Oh, shit."

Dee was by now holding onto the rack as her legs were shaking. With a physical effort, she straightened her legs, moving her sex out of Stacey's reach. 

"Oh, shit is right, girlfriend. You talk about dying from to much sex, that tongue is truly dangerous. If you ever got his big dick in your ass and her tongue in your pussy, you would die a very happy woman and so would I for that matter. I hate to give up such a good thing but maybe we should trade places for a little while."

I helped Dee down off the bike but Missy needed no help to get on. As she settled down toward Stacey and that tongue touched her, she got this look on her face that was a cross between sheer ecstasy and disbelief. A whine started deep in her chest and was a wail by the time her ass touched Stacey's nose. 

Dee laughed and said simply, "I told you so."

It was not very long before Missy was leaning over toward the rack and moving away from Stacey's face. "I never thought I'd ever hear myself say this but I've had enough," she said as she slumped down to lie prone. It took Dee and me both a few minutes to get her up and off the bike. 

"Wow, I feel as drained as I did last night. I need a nap," she muttered as we got her seated on my bike.

Stacey sat up and licked her lips. "Yummy, that was a nice snack and by the way, little sister," she said looking at Missy. "You did a nice job of getting me off a couple of dozen times. I'm glad I could return the favor and you're not the only one ready for a nap. My girlfriend is going to wonder what I've been up to when I fall asleep as soon as I reach camp." 




Riding the National Forest



She turned to Dee. "I hope I see all of you around again sometimes real soon." 

Glancing at me, she grinned. "I still want to see if you're as good as they say. If so, I could be in trouble; I might want to convert also," she said with a long glance at my hard shaft.

With a grin, I looked over at Dee then said, "If things work out, we should be around from time to time. Dee wants to check out the old Indian campground not too far from here and I've been camping around here for years."

Dee looked at me a moment and then put her arm around my shoulder. "Don't worry, I think things will work out wonderfully and we will definitely be back here to camp and explore, among other things," she said and then laughed. "You're welcome to join us anytime."

"Thank you, I'll keep that in mind. Are you going on to the Indian site? If you are, you'll want to get dressed as there are two large groups running around over the next two creek bottoms. They have been riding around and through our camp all morning."

The three of us looked at each other and Dee said, "No, I think we'll go back to our camp. We can check out the old campground next time we're here. I think Missy could use a nap and I need to get our stuff ready to go home later. Anyway, I don't feel like getting dressed and messing with a bunch of idiots. If they're like the ones that stole our shorts, they are just kids and I'm not in the mood for them."

Stacey nodded her head. "I wish our camp was somewhere else but it's too late to move now. I've been doing some looking and have found several good campsites down here on these back trails for the next time we come."

"If you don't mind, I think I can show you a real nice place to camp. I have stayed there several times and I have never had any problems with people riding through it. It is on a ridgeline but off the trials. You can see the people riding around below you but they very seldom see you," I said to Stacey. "It's back the way we came about a mile."

"Hey, that would be great. Then you will know where we are camped and you could maybe join us. I think Nada would like you, although she can be rather standoffish at times until she gets to know people."

Dee looked over at Missy who had her head down on the tank of my bike. "Maybe we should be on our way, baby seems to be sleepy, and I'm hungry." When I grinned, she hurriedly added, "For food."

I laughed and then turned to rub Missy's back. "Sit up, daddy's here to drive you home and tuck you in for your nap." When she did, I climbed on, and got settled as she leaned against me, and wrapped her arms around my waist.

As her hand brushed against my stiff member, she wrapped her fingers around it and chuckled. "I'll hold onto this so I don't fall off." She rubbed her fist up and down the shaft and giggled. "Of course, I might get you off."

I wiggled back against her and said, "It won't be the first time and not the last, I hope." She snuggled the side of her face up to my back and laughed.

I started the bike and the other two followed. I led the way back where we had crossed a deep creek bottom but turned off on a narrow almost overgrown trail that led up the side of a ridge. At the top, I made a sharp right between two large oak trees and followed an open path to a large flat clearing with tall cedars along two sides. 

I stopped and shut down the bike as Dee pulled up on one side and Stacey on the other. "There's a fire pit over by that rock pile and a good tent space between the last two cedars. The cedars make a good wind break and shield you from riders in the creek bottom while the oaks at the end give you shade most of the day. The only draw back is the nearest water is a spring on the far side of the ridge and there's no riding trail down to it."

"It looks great to me," Stacey said. "It's a much better place than the one we're in now. Thanks for showing it to me. We're going out of town next week on business but the week after we will be off for four days. I think I'll keep this as a surprise for Nada; she will love it. It's got plenty of privacy."

"We will check to see if you are here when we come up. We might even join you, if your friend wouldn't mind or get jealous," Dee said.

"She's more protective of me than possessive. Our lifestyle plus her color makes for some weird reactions by some people. It makes for an interesting time to say the least. I keep telling her that life with a redhead around is never boring or dull. Once she threatened to dye her hair red so people wouldn't notice us or would think we were sisters."

I chuckled at the stupidity of some people. "Maybe you should try it; at the very least, you could confuse the worst idiots."

Shaking her head, Stacey said, "No, ignorance can be cured with education. Stupidity is to the bone but luckily, it is usually fatal. Idiots are harmless unless they hang around with stupid people. In the last few years I've learned a lot about people that I really never wanted to know." 

She paused a moment and stood up on the foot pegs looking around. "It's a nice place and we'll look forward to seeing all of you. The party has been great but I guess it's time to get dressed and carry my ass back to camp before Nada starts a wood's wide search."

All four of us dismounted so she could dress and we could say our good-byes. Before she left, Stacey gave Dee a business card and told her to call if plans changed over the next couple of weeks. 

As she rode away down the hill, Missy asked, "Let me see the card." She looked at it for a moment then giggled. "Do you know who Nada is?"

Both Dee and I shook our heads and said, "No."

With a grin, Missy said, "Nada is short for Nadine. As in Nadine's fashions."

When I asked, "Who?"

Both girls laughed and Dee explained, "Nadine's is one of the highest priced specialty shops in the South. They carry the top of the line merchandise for everything from wedding dresses to maternity wear and a rather extensive collection of one of a kind gowns, and dresses."

My "Oh!" brought another round of laughter. They kidded me on my ignorance as we got on the four-wheelers. Before we started them up, I asked, "Isn't it a little strange that you got that card from a woman riding around naked in the woods?"

Missy giggled and Dee looked at me hard for a moment. "Not really, I'm one of the top five highest paid lawyers in this state, Missy is my legal secretary, and we're riding around nude in the woods."

Now it was my turn to look at her hard for a second then I broke up laughing. The girls looked at me as if I was crazy. "Well, at least I know who to call to get me out of jail if I ever get busted for riding around nude with strange women." 

I shook my head then continued, "A lawyer. Who would have ever thought that you would stoop that low? A topless dancer or a hooker, I could understand. But a lawyer? I don't know how I'll ever be able to hold my head up again if my friends or family ever find out I've been spending time with a lawyer and I'm not in jail."

Missy laughed and Dee shook her head. "Everybody thinks they're a fucking comedian when it comes to the lawyer jokes. You'll spend the weekend with a couple of lesbians, sucking and fucking your brains out but you're worried about people knowing you associated with a lawyer. I hope you're joking."

This made Missy laugh harder and I grinned as I blew her a kiss. "Yes, dearest, I'm joking. I had no idea what the two of you did for a living. I assumed you were secretaries or some such. I never dreamed you were a lawyer. I don't care for the breed as a whole but I have known some that were fairly good people and you fit that category completely."

Dee laughed. "Keep digging and maybe you'll get back on my good side. It will probably take a little ass kissing and I mean that literally. You can start kissing when we get back to camp and end by planting that big hard bone of yours where the sun doesn't shine. What do you think, Missy, will that get him off the hook?"

Missy giggled and replied, "I don't know about getting him off the hook but it will sure get you off... and off... and off."

I fired the motor of my bike and asked, "We ain't left yet?"

Dee laughed as she fired hers and we moved out to follow the narrow trails back to camp. On the wide sand road, leading into camp, Dee pulled up along side me and I grinned over at her. She was sitting up straight with her hands on the grips, her thighs spread wide by the tank. 

Missy was sitting close behind her with one hand cupping one of Dee's breasts and the other on her hip. At each little bump or bounce, the girl's breasts would bounce or jiggle. Missy's nipples were hard from brushing against Dee's back. What a beautiful sight they made. As the trail narrowed, I fell in behind them and enjoyed that view all the way to camp.

Watching the girls had my manhood at full attention as I got off the bike and walked toward them. Missy giggled and nudged Dee who was checking to see how much gas was in her bike. 

"Don't look now but you remember that anal probe you ordered? I think here it comes, so I'd brace myself if I was you."

Dee looked up from the gas tank just as I picked her up and carried her toward the blanket. "Hey, wait a minute. I thought we would have lunch first then rest a bit."

I stood her up on the blanket and turned to look at Missy. "You lay down first, and then Dee can lie on top of you. You can have her for lunch and she can have you. I have an ass to kiss but I will snack a little as I go along. I don't know about that resting after lunch thing because as soon as we finish eating, I'm going to fill you up with as much meat as you'll hold, then I'm going to pack it tight."

Missy had lain down on her back with her head toward us. I turned Dee around. When she saw Missy lying there, she grinned and went to her knees saying, "Ain't he such a sweet talker? He sure knows how to sweep a girl off her feet or, in this case, two girls." 

As she went forward on her hands, Missy reached up, grabbed her hips, and used them to pull herself up so she could apply her tongue to Dee's hard clit. 

Dee spread her knees wider and groaned. "Damn, that four-wheeled vibrator."

As she went down to her elbows, I squatted down and ran my tongue up and then down the crack of her ass. Going to my knees, I concentrated my attention on the dark flower of her ass. From time to time, my chin would bump into Missy's forehead.

After that first quick orgasm, Dee settled down to enjoy our attentions but it didn't take long to get her hips to start moving. My attack on her ass was making headway as my tongue entered farther and farther. I ran a finger slowly in and out of her pussy then applied the tip of it to the tight ring of her anus. As I pressed forward, it slid slowly in to the second knuckle. 

I let it rest there a moment before slowly fucking her with the finger. Her ass was working against it hard when I pulled it out and stuck two other fingers in her pussy. I worked them there until they were slippery with her juices then I shoved them slowly but forcefully up her ass. She jerked once then pushed back against them as her head came up and she groaned loudly.

Leaving the two fingers where they were, I came up to my knees, eased up behind her, centered the head of my shaft in her hot, wet vagina, and pressed forward. I could feel her heat surround me as I inched slowly inside. She was so hot and wet that I went in completely before I realized it. I paused to revel in the feels she was generating around my manhood. 

With long, slow strokes, I started to fuck her, moving my fingers in her ass in counterpoint. I felt her shiver and then shudder with each stroke. When my fingers moved easily in her ass, I removed them, pulled my dick from her pussy, and rubbed the head over the puckered opening of her rear. 

Sticking it back in her pussy, I moved in and out a couple of strokes before rubbing the length of my shaft up and down through the crack of her ass. Pulling back, I pressed the spongy head against the elastic ring of muscles guarding her rear. There was an initial resistance and then the head popped through the ring as Dee yelled and shook her head. 

I started to pull out thinking I had hurt her but she followed me back with sharp thrusts of her hips forcing more of me into her hot, tight ass. I gently pushed forward until she moved away from me and then I pulled back until just the head was within the ring. 

She started back as I started forward forcing three quarters of my shaft into her. She moved forward and I moved back, my manhood pulled all the way out. I quickly grabbed it and stuck it back in.

It went in much easier than the first time and it took only a few strokes for us to find our rhythm. Another few strokes and my hips were slapping at her ass cheeks. Her head was up and she was grunting with each slap of my hips. I heard a low whine from Missy just before Dee groaned loud and long and froze in place as a huge shudder ran up and down her body. 

A couple of short strokes had me coming deep in her bowels. Dee groaned deeply again and wiggled her ass hard back against me as I held her hips tightly as I came again, long and hard.

Dee's head slowly lowered and then she went down onto her elbows and slowly slipped forward to lie flat on Missy. I held back and groaned to myself as the head of my shaft popped out of her tight ass.

I sat back on my heels for a moment and looked down at Missy who was grinning up at me. I smiled down at her and slowly got to my feet, feeling slightly light-headed. I walked over to my tent and got a towel so we could clean up.

When I returned, Dee had rolled over off Missy and was lying on her back with her arms stretched out over her head. I stood looking down at her for a moment, until she opened her eyes and blinked several times. A smile crossed her face as her eyes focused on me. I handed her the towel and sat down on the blanket by her side. 

Without looking at me, Dee said, "You weren't kidding about filling me up and then packing it. I understand Missy's fantasy completely now and can't wait until we can complete it."

With a laugh, I said, "Sorry, but right now I'm drained but…." I left the sentence hanging and the two girls laughed.

"A dirty old man. He's a very dirty old man, I keep telling everyone. Why don't they believe me?" Dee said to the trees.

"Yeah," Missy added. "And he's the horniest dirty old man I've ever heard of, too."

"Well, if you two are going to call me names and demean my character, I guess I'll just go throw myself in the pond and drown. Oh, by the way, if you take pity on me and want to save me, one of you can do mouth to mouth while the other can blow me back up, using the handy valve stem down here," I said pointing to my manhood as I got up and started walking toward the pond.

Missy giggled and Dee shook her head before answering, "We better go with him before he does drown just to see if we'll follow his instructions. Anyway, I've got a very large mess to clean up. Poor fish." 

That broke Missy up completely.

*****

When we returned to camp after our cold dip, we moved the blanket out into the sun and lay down to dry and warm up. It didn't take long in the warm sun for us to get sleepy. I must have slept for an hour or so, and awoke with a start. I sat up and stretched then rolled over and kissed Dee awake. 

"Hmmmm, that's a nice way to wake up," she said and then glanced over at Missy who was asleep on her stomach. 

"Damn, she's going to hurt tomorrow; I've seen cooked lobsters that were less red." 

She kissed Missy on the cheek saying, "Missy baby, wake up. Come on, girlfriend, wake up before someone gets the butter out and starts to baste you."

Missy opened her eyes and smiled up at us. "Did I fall asleep?"

"Yes, dear, we all did, but you're going to need some TLC tomorrow because your little rear is cooked. You will not want to sit down for any length of time, I guarantee you. A loose dress and no panties will be your attire for several days."

Missy rolled over and I noticed she was quite pink on the other side. "There might not be a bra covering those pretty tits either if that hot pink color is any indication," I added.

Missy giggled and said, "I never wear panties or a bra unless I have to go to court with Dee, so there's no problem there but who's going to rub me down from time to time with lotion. How much do you want to bet we will not get much work done? "

Dee laughed. "She's got a point and we do have a light schedule for the next three or four days. We'll have to take a few vacation days to get over our vacation." 

Dee looked over at me and continued. "This is all your fault, you know. So to punish you, I am going to put you in charge of the Aloe Vera gel. I know it's a rough job rubbing gel all over Missy's body several times a day but someone's got to do it." 

Missy grinned from ear to ear. 

Dee looked at her and laughed again. "I think we've created a monster."

I chuckled myself. "Ok, ok, I'll take good care of the little monster but why are you taking off work, you're not sunburned?"

With a grin, she replied, "You don't think I'm going to let Missy and you have all the fun,

"Damn, my bad luck," I said with a grin. "That will mean I have to rub her down with suntan oil and you too for that matter. I wouldn't want either of you to get your buns burnt again."

"Isn't he just the most considerate person around?" Missy said with a giggle. "Come on, guys; let's get loaded up and on the road. The sooner I'm rubbed down, the sooner I heal, and the sooner I get my fantasy. Funny though, I feel like I've been living one since yesterday morning."

*****

It did not take long to break camp and load the bikes. Even though she was sunburned, Missy wanted to ride nude as far as I thought it would be safe. Dee agreed, so who am I to argue with naked ladies. Missy rode with Dee until we got to the washed out hill and then rode up it with me. 

It's funny how a pair of soft breasts and hard nipples rubbing against your back can make even the most worn out dick rise to the occasion. Especially when the owner of those breasts decides to take a two handed grip and play. 

By the time we reached the main road, I was having a hard time concentrating. I almost rode out onto the highway. The sounds of a logging truck and a long blast of his air horn brought me back to my senses while we were still on the dirt park road. I hooked a quick right up a narrow cut into the tree line. I went down it far enough to be out of sight of both roads and stopped.

Dee pulled up along side me as I killed the engine. Shutting her bike off, she sat and looked at me for a moment before busting out laughing. Missy was giggling against my back. 

Dee calmed and said, "Well, add a trucker to the list of the people who have gotten a thrill out of this weekend. Missy, you can't do that while he's driving. It pulls all the blood from his brain."

Missy giggled again. "I don't think any the slippery stuff on my fingers is blood." Taking one hand off me, she held it up to where she could see it. "Nope, white and creamy so it ain't blood."

Dee had gotten off her bike and had moved over beside us. She took Missy's hand and sucked one of the coated fingers into her mouth. After sucking on it for a moment, she took it out of her mouth and said, "Yummy." Before bending over and taking, a long lick around the sensitive head of my shaft. 

Straightening up, she looked at Missy. "You sure made a big mess, girlfriend. It's going to take both of us to clean it up so get your ass off there and let's get started."

Missy got off the bike and they had me stand next to it while they both went to their knees in the soft pine straw. I leaned back against the gear strapped on the cargo carrier and watched as they cleaned up Missy's fingers. Then Dee sucked my slowly shrinking member between her lips and let her tongue do marvelous things. 




Riding the National Forest



After a moment, Dee pulled her head back and slowly let me slip out of her mouth. Missy's head darted forward and she sucked me in quickly. What Missy lacked in experience, she more than made up in enthusiasm. The girls traded me back and forth several more times until they were satisfied that I was clean enough to get dressed. My shaft made a valiant effort to rise to the occasion but to no avail; half-staff was all the flag would fly.

As they got to their feet, Missy had a sad look on her face as she turned to Dee and said, "I think we broke it."

Dee chuckled. "No, we just wore it out but don't worry, a little rest and it will be as good as new." Dee's eyes locked with mine for a moment, and then she said, "I'm going to spend quite a bit of time wearing it out from now on and you, sir, can take that to the bank."

*****

A little later, as we rode along the edge of the highway toward my friend's house, I thought about what Missy had said about fantasies earlier. Well, if this was living a fantasy, so be it, because I was having way too much fun to quit now.



Riding the Pipeline



Appreciation goes to Gunter 99 for the editing.

All characters are 18 or older and all sex consensual.

Riding the Pipeline 

I think I'm going to scream, if he says over the next hill one more time! 

I'm Katherine Holman. My son Brad wanted to take a long ATV ride and camp out overnight, so we are riding the pipeline in southeast Missouri to a remote campground near Van Buren MO. We ride the gas & power lines which are great trails. We have to connect to some county roads once in a while. 

We've been on these 4 wheelers for 6 hours and my 49 year old body is worn out. I've been watching my son's shirtless back all day and I'm dusty and ready for a shower. 

"How much further!" I yell for the hundredth time pulling up next to Brad.

Chuckling, Brad responds; "we're there. We take this county road about a ½ mile."

"We need to hurry, I have to pee and I need a shower. It also looks like rain's coming." I say looking to the west.

"Yeah, OK." Brad says taking off. 

Pulling into the campground I'm quite disappointed. It consists only of a large open grass area with a small restroom facility. This is definitely a roughing it campground.

"There's the bathroom and the showers are on the side of the building" Brad says, pointing to the outside of the building where there are a couple of shower heads.

"The showers are outside Brad, did you know that?" I yelled at him, none too pleased.

"Yeah, they are mainly for washing off, kinda like at the beach. Just wear your shorts."

"I didn't bring any shorts, it's the middle of April you goof ball." 

Brad's smirks a little. "Well I won't look; I'm going to go up to the far side on that hill and start camp. Take your time!" he yells over the motor, and drives off.

Watching Brad ride off leaving me frustrated, I feel like so many of his girlfriends over the years that left our house crying or mad. I would ask Brad what was wrong with her and I would never get a straight answer from him. It was always "Oh she can't take a joke, or she doesn't have a sense of humor." He was never upset about it, there was always another girl in the wings. 

I am so proud of Brad. He is the Alpha male in any group, and always a respectful son. Outside the house he was a rounder. Partying and generally raising hell. 

Brad is a surveyor and just moved out of the house last year. I don't get to spend much time with him anymore. He asked me on this trip and I jumped on it without thinking about how hard it was going to be. 

As I stand in the campground looking around, there's not a soul here. I know we are a few miles from the nearest country store as well. Getting up my nerve, I pee and start stripping in the restroom and wrap my towel around me. Looking down I just remembered my bald coochie. I still wax regularly. I don't know why though, I haven't had sex in a year.

Heading to the shower I prolong the inevitable by getting the water just... right. Looking at Brad, he is at least 200 yards away and working on putting the tent up. I finally throw the towel to the side and stand under the water with my back to Brad soaking my left side, trying to conceal as much as possible. 

God! My ass feels like a giant flashing neon sign.. 

I quickly realize it's going to take a lot of turning and rubbing. The combination of dirt and weak water pressure is creating quite a task. It takes forever to soak my long black hair. Well, black and gray now and not as long as I liked. Age has forced me to cut it shoulder length, but I'm still proud of it. 

Tilting my head over is not getting the job done and I finally face the wall and bend into the water. I've always been well aware of my large breasts however with them exposed in broad daylight, they have gained immense proportions in my mind. 

This is quite unnerving. Stark naked in a public park is not remotely in my personality. 

All I can think about is if someone turned into the campground there is no way I could hide before they would see me. 

I can feel my hair is thoroughly soaked as I smooth it down pushing the water out. I turn my back to the wall and tilt my head back under the water, my right side facing Brad. 

God what a sight I probably am, outlined like this. Maybe he won't look, he's pretty busy. Yeah right, he's a guy and he's Brad. He's looking.

I try not to rub my body, but shit! That's what you do in a shower. I had parked the 4 wheeler directly in front of the line of sight to camp but I don't know if it blocked any of the view or not. 

To hell with it, maybe he can't see from my waist down anyway.

With my humiliation complete and this drizzling shower, I start rubbing with the bar of soap trying to look workman like and not Bo Derek. I wash my arms and run my hands over my breasts quickly, down my legs and back up. Fully soaped, I turn rapidly letting the water hit all sides as I rub briskly. 

I have no idea what Brad is probably thinking if he's looking at me. I remember my dad used to say I was built like a brick shithouse when I was growing up. I was always confused whether this was a compliment. 

Todays' girls are called thick, at least that's what Brad and his buddies called girls they went to school with, that were similar in appearance to me.

My breasts are very well rounded, with little age showing. My light brown and large meaty nipples point down a little but they always have. I am proud of my body today, aging has been kind to me. 

My entire life I have been self- conscious of my appearance. A 5'2" frame with 44 DD breasts and nice thick athletic legs that lead to a very generous and proportionately sized rear end, have always caused overt stares that to this day, cause me to blush. 

Although wrinkles are appearing on my face, it doesn't matter. Guys have never invested much time in it. I consider myself pretty, apply make- up and keep my hair attractive to no avail. Men being men, are still drawn to my tits and ass.

With all the soap off and feeling clean, I don't waste time trying to dry off. Slipping my t-shirt and flip flops on, I realize I'm going to be riding to camp bare assed. This ought to be interesting. 

Dismounting gracefully as possible, I take care and not let my shirt expose me. 

Whew!! That felt good." I comment trying to make light of the awkward shower scene.

"I bet!" Brad says without turning around, trying to finalize the tent.

"I'm going to go down and shower before it starts raining. Why don't you make us something to eat."

"OK' just sandwiches I guess."

"Yeah that cool."

Busying myself making sandwiches I realize how freeing it feels moving around outside almost naked. Quite risqué for me, I'm starting to enjoy the naughtiness of it. 

Squatting at the cooler, my shirt rides up over my ass and I know my pussy could be seen if anyone were here. I stay squatted in front of the cooler using it for a table when I could have stood up. It feels wickedly kinky with my pussy flexed open catching a breeze.

Looking down the hill I see Brad under the shower and as he turns I can see his cock sticking straight out. 

He's either got a half hard on or he inherited my breasts gene.

This is the first time I've ever seen him naked as an adult. We aren't one of those "free" families in the house. We close the doors. 

I know for a fact Brad ogled me now, because I keep glancing uncontrollably at him.

Shit, he saw everything. Probably even saw my bald coochie. 

His dick is really sticking out. I wonder if it's like those car mirrors, objects in mirror are closer than they appear.  I think giggling.

I discretely run my finger to my middle aged pussy, knowing it's going to be wet. My compression pants created a camel toe that teased me all day. 

Fingering my pussy while I watch my son shower. I'm so drenched. My god what a perv I am. 

Seeing that Brad is finishing up I quickly suck my finger clean and start moving the cooler inside the tent, trying to look busy when he arrives.

Brad's s built like a brick shit house, just like me. He's 5'11" about 220 and all muscle. Broad shoulders and chest. He never lifted weights and didn't need to. His muscles are natural and he has always known how to use them. 

"We better move inside" Brad says, getting off as the rain drops start falling. 

"Yeah that 's what I was thinking."

"Let me show you a trick" Brad says and proceeds to take off our 4 wheeler seats and take them in the tent. 

"They make decent seats and pillows."

"Good idea" I comment, looking at the seat on the ground trying to figure out how I was going to navigate it with my sleep shirt. I finally sit on it sideways and stick my legs straight out and cross them at the ankles, pulling my shirt down.

Chuckling, Brad comments quietly, "I've already seen most everything mom." 

"You looked! you little perv." I said covering my red face. "That's so embarrassing!"

"You looked too" brad says.

"I did not!" But not very convincing and Brad lets it go.

"I only brought those compression pants and I don't wear panties with them." I offer as an excuse to the situation.

Brad pops us some beers, saying at the same time "I tell you what, let's just get a little drunk and forget it," he says handing me a beer and pulling a bottle of jack out of the cooler.

"Sounds good to me," Isay looking for any distraction. 

Brad takes a swig of jack and hands it to me. 

"Here, this will wipe your hard drive."

"What?" I say ,not understanding as I take the bottle.

Brad smiles a little, "it will take your mind off it," he explains.

"Oh, now I get it," taking a little swig.

"I can't remember the last time I drank this stuff."

"Take another one. The first one just greases the skids."

"What's that?"

"Never mind just take another drink" Brad says.

I take a bigger drink; it didn't burn as much.

We ate and drank for an hour or so and brad was right, I was feeling a lot more relaxed.

I was still trying to keep my paper- thin sleep shirt over my pussy but it was not possible at all times. Occasionally I would look down and my shirt would be outlining my breasts. My large nipples on display. Then I would tug it back down over my knees. 

Up, down, up down, Jeez this is ridiculous.

At least it was dark now, I don't think that tent lantern shows too much, I hope.

"This is fun mom, I'm glad you came."

"Me too, but the ride today was long, I'm getting too old for this kind of riding. I am going to be so sore tomorrow. You might have to drive back up and get me," I say only half joking.

"Yeah that was further than I expected. I'm sorry about that."

"I'm surprised you asked me, it would probably have been more fun with your friends or some girl."

"Nah' I wanted you to come along. Other girls are too high maintenance. 

Man it's really raining out there. It's a gully washer" Brad says looking out.

"Are we ok up here?"

"Yeah on this hill and against the trees like this like this will give us some protection."

"Want another Beer?"

"Sure why not."

Brad's stretched out shirtless on his side with his head propped up. 

If my shirt wasn't pulled down he could look straight into my pussy. I shake my head, Why would I think that?

Brad's always been a command presence. Ever since he was king of the playground. He could handle any situation. 

"I'm surprised you came really, I figured you had a date with some guy."

"Hardly, I've about given up on men."

"Why's that?"

"Same old reason, men are all alike, only wanting one thing."

Brad laughs, " well after what I saw today, I can see why."

Blushing I smile a little. "Yeah well that's an old problem of mine. If men only thought about other people, things would be so much better for them. Remember that Brad."

"I don't have that problem mom, assuming we are talking about what I think we're talking about."

"Yeah well that must explain why all those girls leave the house mad or crying, or why you don't have a girl friend now." I say smartly at him.

We sit there quietly a while and Brad pushes the bottle of jack in the center of the tent. 

"OK, you want to get serious? Truth or dare and drink" Brad says matter of factly.

"What's the drink part?"

"I don't know, we'll make it up as we go along, I'll go first," Brad says.

"G rated of course." I smiled.

"Sure. I'll take dare" Brad says.

"OK.. " I said looking around trying to think of something.

"You have to swallow a whole mouthful of mustard," I said holding it up.

"Cool" Brad says nonchalantly holding his hand out.

"No way.", I get to squirt it, hold your mouth open."

Brad opens his mouth and I proceed to squirt it full, not giving him the least break. I finally quit and he's trying to sit up and swallow as I laugh at him.

Brad shakes his head and downs some jack.

"Whew!" 

"Hey you're the one that wanted to play this game!" I said laughing.

"Alright, now your turn," Brad says sitting up fully. 

"Truth or Dare" he asks.

"Truth".

"OK, what's your bra size?" Brad says.

"That's not G rated," I groan. "You must have really gotten an eyeful when I took my shower."

"Hey, that's an easy question!" Brad exclaims.

"Yeah well I'm not answering that. As you can see they are huge. Trust me it's a curse."

"I can imagine" Brad says smirking a little. "Besides I already know. I read your tag years ago."

"You're a naughty boy." I said shaking my finger at him.

"I know, it's a curse." He replies. 

"Truth or Dare" I ask Brad quickly trying to ignore his innuendo. 

I'll take another Dare" he said confidently. 

Looking around the tent, I finally say to Brad "I dare you to hold your hands in the cooler water for.... 3 minutes." 

"That's a good one," Brad says as he gets up and leans over the cooler plunging his hands in. "Are you counting? Look at my Pod for the time."

"Is it starting to burn?" I ask teasing.

"Nope, I can barely feel it." Brad responds trying to look at ease.

The three minute mark was nearing and leaning over I tickle him a little, trying to get him to jerk his hands out.

"Times up! Wow, that's cold." I comment while touching his hands.

Brad quickly says "I dare you to let me touch you with my hands for 1 minute."

"That's easy. OK"

"Close your eyes and you cant' jump." .

I feel both hands on the sides of my neck for a few seconds. 

He then releases them and I suddenly feel them on the outsides of my thighs. I flinch as he rubs on the outside of my bare skin to the top of my thighs and then his hands went slowly under my shirt to both sides of my waist. Nothing in appropriate but I was still self conscious, my small roll of fat could be felt. His hands went smoothly over my skin allowing the temperature change to soak in.

He finally realizes I wasn't going to balk and finishes by using the outside of his hands on my face.

"Good job, that warmed my hands up."

"Truth" Brad says ,keeping the momentum of the game going.

"Tell me about the most embarrassing moment you can remember." I already had this question ready.

Brad thought a little and said, "Remember you asked. I guess it would be when Ms. Petersen our neighbor checked in on me that summer you and dad went to Europe."

Brad starts laughing a little. "I was so mad you guys wouldn't let me stay by myself. Anyway, I was in my bedroom one night and she walked in on me."

"What's so embarrassing about that?"

Brad looks at me and smiles; "well I was exploring myself, so to speak," he says laughing and taking a drink.

I just look at him; "Mrs. Petersen caught you masturbating?"

Brad just shakes his head. 

"What did you do? What'd she say?" I rattled off the questions not waiting for answers.

"Well I covered up and she walked out and said excuse me."

"Did she ever say anything else?"

"Well not then..."

"What did she say, when?"

"Nope, you said it had to be G rated, plus that's more than one question. It's your turn, truth or dare?" Brad says ending the discussion.

"I'll drink this time." I said picking up the bottle.

"Nope, I get to pour". Brad motions with the bottle for me to open up.

"You are not going to make this easy are you?"

"Come on chicken. " Brad says goading me.

Placing my hands behind me on the ground, I tilt my head back and mouth open. 

I can feel my shirt rise, completely exposing my pussy. 

I know without looking that Brad has placed his hand between my thighs to support himself. My adrenaline kicks in and I almost raise up to quit, but Brad's looking straight at me, so I ignore it and try not to let it get to me.

I feel Brad pouring the jack in my mouth and I let it accumulate before swallowing. I motion him with my hand to stop, but he ignores me and continues to pour. I quickly turn my head to stop the flow. This doesn't prevent a good stream of whiskey from spilling down the front of my chest running under my shirt. I swallow quickly trying not to choke. Popping my shirt a couple of times clears some of the spilled whiskey, but most is running down my cleavage. 

"Wow! I'm gonna feel that in a few minutes" I choke out and sit up. Brads' sitting beside me with his hand still between my thighs, a mere few inches from my very swollen and wet pussy. I am dying to fidget or move but don't want to be a prude, so I continue to sit still. 

"Truth or dare!" I spout to Brad.

"You want me to say truth so you can ask about Ms. Petersen, but that's not G rated. Your gonna change the game. Do you have the balls for that mom"? Brad says in a lower voice trying to look intimidating. 

For some reason his hand between my legs is driving me crazy, it has grown exponentially in my mind. 

"Well if Ms. Petersen took advantage of you I should know about it Brad. You need to tell me what happened" I ask as I stroke his arm affectionately ,trying to sound sincere.

Brad laughs, "well it was a couple of nights later and she knocked on my door. I had avoided her for a couple of days because I was so embarrassed. She started apologizing for walking in on me the first night and that she should have knocked. Then she very calmly asked me would I like for her to do that for me."

"No way!! I scream, "are you serious!"

"Yep" Brad says and I can see his face, he's not lying.

"What did you do"? 

"what do you think I did"? Brad asks looking at me waiting for my reply.

"You got up and ran out of the room."

Brad just shakes his head no.

"You let her?" 

"Well I said sure if she wanted to and she just reached over and worked my pants down before I could think too much about it. She started jacking me off and before long; I was hard and started cumming. She put her mouth on me and I cum in her mouth."

"I can't believe this. Ms. Petersen is older than me!" 

"Yeah she's 62 right now. That's been years ago though."

"Did she.. you know swallow?" 

"Yes she did. She does every time."

"Everytime? There have been other times?"

"Yeah, I call her my ace in the hole." Brad says laughing.

"OH, Brad I get the feeling I don't want to know what that means." 

"Yeah well, she's a sure thing is what I mean."

"Yeah I figured that."

"I just walk next door and she knows what I'm there for."

"OK ,OK," I say covering my ears I've heard enough.

" I can't believe Ms. Petersen abused my baby" I say jokingly, as I grabbed Brads' upper arm squeezing it affectionately. Leaning over him, I had forgotten about his hand and that it is on the verge of becoming one with my vagina. I'm enjoying this very subtle tease.

"I think I'll live. Truth or Dare." Brad says.

"I'll take a dare but be nice."

Brad promptly says "you have to lick a line of mayonnaise off my body."

"Just one line?"

"Yep."




Riding the Pipeline



"Ok."

Brad quickly picks up the squeeze mayonnaise and begins squeezing out a line on one side of his neck, up his face, across his mouth and down his neck to his chest.

"Enough! You said one line." 

"It is one line" Brad counters.

Raising up on my knee a little to reach him, I know he is trying to push my buttons. However I can handle this one. Reaching him, I place a hand on his shoulder to steady myself and let my tongue start working hard on the mayonnaise. I am determined to make it the least desirable as possible. Long tongue strokes and very fast is my strategy. Up his jaw to his mouth my tongue works. Stepping between his legs with my knee, I am straddling his thigh. Smiling at him cocky like, I let him know he isn't getting to me and proceed to bend over to his neck.

Brad places his hand on my hip supporting me and I continue my challenge with long tongue strokes going quick up his neck to his jaw and lick to the edge of his mouth. Backing off for a second to swallow, I catch my breath. 

As I look at the gob of mayonnaise on his mouth, I steel my nerves and go in for the kill. A couple of gentle swabs at his lips and then one big lick through his lips. Brad suddenly pushes his tongue out with a dab on the end. Without pausing I quickly envelope his tongue with my lips and suck it off. 

Sitting up I raise my hands and exaggeratedly cheer a little.

"Good job!" Brad said holding my hips a little lower than necessary . I'm still straddling his thigh and a very impure desire is on me to accidentally graze it with my pussy. I have an itch that is needing scratched.

"You have mayonnaise on your chin" Brad points out.

"Oops" using my finger I swipe it off and lick my finger clean. Smirking at Brad a little. 

I finally sit back over to the side of Brad in the same position I was in and Brad immediately places his hand between my thighs like it was natural for us to resume our home positions. I'm trying to gauge how close he is to my pussy. It must be an inch or less. I know a slight move by him or me, will result in an improper touch. I can tell quite conclusively that my juices are flowing considerably.

"I'm gonna have to pee soon." I comment. 4 beers and the shots were going through me.

"You can't go until I say you can," Brad says. "What! you'll have a mess to clean up then." 

Brad laughs a little; "yeah I did that to Samantha Cox one night. "

"You didn't let her pee?"

"Yeah we were driving around drinking on the dirt roads and she said she had to go. I told her she couldn't until I said. I probably drove another hour and made her drink another beer. She was crying and complaining. She was always bitching about something anyway. She finally started jumping out of the truck with it moving." 

"That's terrible Brad, that is so mean."

"Yeah well, that's the G version anyway."

"You mean it's worse?"

"Well I thought it was good, but you would probably not like it."

"Tell me the whole story. "

"Not until I get a story from you or a part of one." 

"You mean a dirty story?"

"Yep" Brad says. 

"Oh I don't know Brad" I say looking away embarrassed " I would rather hear yours. I'm sure they are far more interesting. It's your turn anyway."

"We can keep playing later. Come on at least part of a story and then I will finish mine." Brad pleads.

"Give me a drink" I say asking for the bottle and taking a swig to get my nerve up.

"Okay here goes."

Thinking a little and blushing, "I can't believe I'm going to tell you this story. Alright, when I was a sophomore in college, before I met your father I might add; I was dating this guy, he was a senior. We had dated for only a few weeks. Anyway, a couple of my friends and their boyfriends were partying at our apartment like we usually did on the weekend. Tammy was dating this jock who was a complete jerk. He was always commenting in front of people how good she gave oral. That's saying it nicely, you know what I mean?"

"Just use normal words mom, I have heard everything." Brad urges.

"I' can't believe I am talking like this with my son! This is so wrong." Taking another swig of courage I continue. "Ok, you asked for it. So this guy was always commenting in front of everybody how good at sucking cock Tammy was." 

"So that night he started in again, I remember exactly what he said, "You ready to suck some cock baby? Tammy just turns red in the face and doesn't answer. He tells everybody man you guys don't know what your missing, Tammy gives a fantastic blowjob don't you? He looks at her trying to get her to answer him, the whole time he's talking he playing with her tits right there in front of us. He was such a jerk. 

"Jokingly, someone started in on Tammy to show us. We were drunk and laughing and pounding on the table Show us, Show us. Typical college crap. He pushed Tammy down on the floor and just pulled out his penis in front of us." 

Brad looks at me and then says, "well? What happened?"

"Nope, you got to finish your story first." I tell Brad.

"Are you sure you want to hear everything?"

"Yes go on Perv."

Brad smiles, "well I told her she could only pee if she was sucking me at the same time."

" Do you mean while she was standing In the road?! Brad you're a sadist."

"Probably, but it was fun."

"Well did she do it?" My mouth and pussy were watering in a very depraved way, wanting the story. 

"Alright, remember you asked."

"We were on Tram road and going slow. She finally opened the door crying and started to just jump out she couldn't hold it any more."

"Anyway she got around to the front of the truck and was squatted in the road and I shoved it in her mouth."

"How could she concentrate?"

"She didn't have to, I did all the work. Actually it was pretty good on my end she was so grateful to be going she just let me take control of her pretty good."

Looking at brad, my pussy is tingling. "Well, keep going" I encouraged.

"You want the full story, huh. Well I grabbed her head and used her. She was peeing and sighing and it was pretty cool really, we were both being satisfied in two completely different ways." "Where did you ... you know?"

Brad looked at me with a long pause and a stoic expression came on his face. His wrist turned and it was touching the inside of my right thigh all the way at the juncture. I was positive it would leave a burn mark.

Brad said slowly, "mom, I pushed her head all the way down on me and, I held her while I came in her mouth. Is that specific enough?"

Sputtering out the only thing I could think of I asked, "Was she still peeing?"

"Well, that's a good question, I don't remember. I see Samantha once in a while, I'll ask her." Brad says.

"Don't do that!! That is so mean." 

"Ahh don't worry about it, she loved it. After she quit crying she had one of the best orgasms she ever had according to what she said."

"What did you do to her? That's awful. Don't even answer." I say.

Brad laughed. "I didn't do anything to her. I laid her on the hood of the truck and made her masturbate. She went crazy on that pussy. Oops sorry mom too much info. " 

"So, finish your story." Brad demands.

"Alright" I sighed. "Well we're all just sitting there looking at this guy's erection and he pushed her head onto him and she started sucking him while we watched." 

"cool" Brad says and I roll my eyes at him.

"What did you do mom? I notice your story is about everybody else."

"I didn't do anything I was a good girl."

"Oh please, good girls are boring and over rated."

"Really, well I'm your mother. I'm supposed to be good."

"Come on mom you really haven't ever done anything crazy? Like that night the rest of you just watched? I don't believe you."

"Your killing me! Ok Ok... I made out with my boyfriend while we watched Tammy give her blowjob."

"Was it hot?" Brad asked.

"Yeah it was the most erotic thing I have ever witnessed. That night was. I guess by today's standards it wasn't that unusual though."

"Details mom, what specifically did you do?"

"Well... we started kissing and I remember he very quickly put his hand under my shirt and pushed my bra up over my breasts and started playing with them. I stuck my hand in his pants and jacked him off until he cum, as we watched Tammy suck that guy."

"What did the other couple do?"

"I really don't remember, they messed around but I don't remember anything specific."

Brad laughed, "cool story mom. Thanks." 

"Well that's my deep dark sexcapade!" I exclaimed as I took a big drink. 

I honestly think I can hear my pussy sloshing around in my ears. If I clenched myself a few times I think I could orgasm! This is so unbelievable. 

A strong gust of wind against the tent and heavy rain drew my attention to the fact I still had to pee.

Well, I still have to go pee" I said looking around for an idea.

"Come on, you can hold it. I'll take a dare" Brad says.

I moaned, but went along with him because the storm was extremely heavy. I didn't desire to get out in it. Being a woman, a little competition has entered my mind since I knew Brad had seen both me and Ms. Petersen naked. 

"Here goes, I dare you to tell me who has the better body, me or Ms. Petersen, assuming you have seen her naked. Ms. Petersen used to be an attractive woman."

"Yes I have" Brad says. He doesn't hesitate. "You definitely are hotter than Ms. Petersen after what I saw today."

Brads' leaned in close to me with his hand still wedged between my thighs with his weight on it. 

In a barely audible reply, I utter "what did you see today?" 

"An unbelievable set of tits and a killer ass. I never dreamed you looked that good, I only wish I had been closer. Brad smiled a little then continued; "Truthfully I was so far away I really didn't get a close up of anything, just your outline." 

"Well I'm sure what you are imagining is far better than the real deal." I commented. "I've definitely got to pee. what do you think I should do?" I stated looking around.

"I just don't think you've earned the right to go yet" he says in a very dominating voice. 

I can imagine how some young teenage girl would be completely cowed under by him, because I am.

"What would I have to do?" I asked quite curious.

Brad's hand slips up my thigh.

I'm so fucking wet, this could get embarrassing.

His hand continues to move and he lets it rest on my stomach bulge. His other hand on my head tightening a little in my hair. Just a sense of intimidation was being conveyed.

Brad starts massaging my stomach and then starts using his fingers on me, deeper and deeper, continually moving, causing me to squirm. The sense to pee is overwhelming me.

"Please Brad, that hurts!" I say, half laughing. But he's pushing firmly now with his palm. 

What would you be willing to do?" He asks.

I went from uncomfortable to an almost uncontrollable urge to pee in a couple of seconds. 

"Oh god Brad stop, Im gonna go , you're so bad." I whined.

He is so damn big, he could do anything he wanted to me and I couldn't stop him even if I wanted to. 

His hold on the nape of my neck is domineering and he starts randomly pushing in different places with his fingers again.

"OOHH Brad stop I'm gonna go on you, just tell me what you want!" I said, giving up.

Brad invades my space by leaning into me. His size and weight force me to fall back where my hands brace myself on the tent floor, my shirt riding up exposing my pussy. Brad applies pressure again, by jamming a finger in my stomach.

"Ok! What!! Tell me." I pleaded half laughing and crying.

"I will let you pee, if you kiss me while your going." Brad whispers to me. 

I'm a big girl, I can deal with this. 

"OK OK!! Lets hurry up and get outside." I pulled myself up quickly out of his grasp and started getting up, I'm on a mission to pee.

Brad holds my arm tight like I'm his prisoner or something and navigates the tent flap one handed.

He wordlessly guides me as we run the few steps in the wind and rain, to the nearest 4 wheeler. He quickly spins me around, lifts me up and plops my ass roughly on the rear 4 wheeler rack. Before I can adjust anything he lifts my legs up and sets my feet on the outer rung. Out of necessity I scoot back. 

Clearly, modesty is out the window.

Rain is hitting us and my thin night shirt seems to have melted into my chest. I can feel my long nipples have become concrete hard. 

Brads' hand returns to my stomach and his fingers worm their way into my most sensitive spot. The pressure is increasing as I am just trying to orient myself to this new environment. 

He is making it difficult for me by grabbing my neck and without my consent presses his lips against mine firmly enough that I can't turn away and succumb to his kiss. 

The pressure of his hand on my stomach is finally initiating my release. My stream starts and what a feeling of relief as I let it go.

The wind and rain camoflauge any noise. 

I can't help but sigh into Brad's mouth which only encourages him to explore me with his tongue that I accept by parting my lips. Our tongues duel and our lips aren't shy as we suck on each other. The release I feel is strangely very satisfying. 

I have an overwhelming desire to watch my stream from this very erotic position and break off our kiss.

Becoming singular in the moment I look down seeing my stream flow freely in an arc. 

What is happening to me? I've been fucked in this position many times with my knees up high on a couch or chair but have never peed like this obviously. 

I know Brad's looking as well and I don't care. 

I finally tilt my head back and look at my son as my stream continues. Our eyes are accustomed to the dark and the tent lantern gives off enough light for this indecent moment to be seen. My son is ogling me and I can see in his face and feel in my heart that very bad things are going to happen tonight. 

My stream ends and I don't want to get up. I just sit there in that uncomfortable yet erotic position letting the rain wash me clean as I look away searching for a sane thought and hoping I don't find one. 

Every square inch of my body's screaming for an orgasm. One I hope will be so powerful I might pass out and wake up in my bed at home, taking me away from this morbidly fascinating moment.

Carnal lust is urging me to just go back in that tent and let Brad fuck me and blame it on the alcohol and perfect alignment of the stars. Any excuse would work I am thinking. 

I am perplexed. I have never harbored any thoughts such as these about Brad. 

I'm his mother! I scream in my head. Yet looking down, my pussy's still exposed and I know he's seeing his mother's sex. Desiring me, lusting for me. Yet I make no attempt at modesty. Allowing him to take me in.

A man I dated about a year back said my pussy was so fucking wet you could float a canoe in it. At the time I was insulted. I let him fuck me but that was the last time I saw him.

Right now his analogy is apt. 

In the dark shadows I can sense my swelling, the flowing of juices can be felt. Although rain is falling, a woman knows.

Brad finally breaks our trance and looks at me saying loudly over the wind; "You know what happens now don't you?"

Looking at him my mind is on auto pilot. 

I want the games to end, the questions to end, the teasing to end! "just fuck me! that's what you want! Just take it!!! Haven't I complied enough, acted improper enough? What more do you want? For me to ask for it? Beg for it? Say the words out loud? Is it really necessary? 

Yet the only response I can verbalize to Brad is a weak, "What?"

"You know" Brad urges.

I just look away in submission and plunge my hand to my pussy taking over my fate. Two fingers travel quickly up my hole and don't stop until my palm presses on my clit giving the relief I need.

Brad suddenly pulls my head back and starts kissing me forcefully as I double finger myself. My orgasm was on top of me the entire time, the first few touches simply opened the door. I felt my juices flowing out and the energy flowing into Brad from my kiss. My body shivered and shook as I exhale and let muted cries pass my lips as my orgasm rolled through me. Brad places his hand over mine pressing it to my pussy as I collapse.

Tears roll down my face as Brad kisses my lips. He is ignorant of the tears, ignorant of the heaven and hell we were walking into.

He helps me off the 4 wheeler and back on the tarp entrance. I avoid eye contact as I look at the lantern light in the tent.

If I walk back in, beyond a shadow of a doubt I will be fucked by my son. 

But it's too late, my future's clear as I step through the tent entrance. 

My lust is temporarily sated by the orgasm. 

Sanity and shame creep in. 

 I just can't kiss and hold Brad and urge him on, encouragement just can't be given and I know it won't be needed. I have to keep a little piece of myself. 

Without looking back at Brad I strip off my soaked shirt and lay down on my stomach on the sleeping bag. I can tell by Brad's movements he's stripping his wet shorts off and exposing his cock.

A cock I do not need to see, or feel, simply a cock that needs to be satisfied. To be drained of it's power.

I sense Brad sinking to his knees. 

Not wanting any further prolonging or mind games requiring my participation, I raise my ass in the air beckoning my son. 

With my head turned, resting on a 4 wheeler seat, I wait silently.

I can feel his desire. Like humidity in the summertime, enveloping me, making my breaths ragged and deep. 

His hands part my inner thighs confidently forcing my stance to widen. Both of his hands on my hips told me time was near. 

There was no hesitation. I feel his cock head sliding through my channel searching with absolutely no conscience. Looking for my opening and his river of life.

With my ass in the air, exposing my most private orifices to my son, Brad's cock navigates me, impales me and finally reaches the end as he impacts my ass and rests in place. 

Brad then begins his domination of me. A hand leaves my hip and grasps my breast fully. Brad lets out a moan of success as his initial pleasure hits him. His cock begins a confident movement. Thrusting and ramming me. Settling into his style. Not fast. Not slow. Just steady and forceful. His hand on my breast was there showing ownership of me. Not giving or getting pleasure from the touch. 

My son isn't shy in showing his appreciation, with manly grunts and groans in my ear. Thrusts were steady, long and hard on impact. Occasionally a searing pain shot through me as his enthusiasm is too much. 

Brad continues the pace. His size, strength and youth are an unending torrent of domination, which is wearing me down. 

My position weakens as I feel myself sliding forward from the continual pounding. Brad places a strong hand in my hair pulling my head back, ensuring my participation in my own fucking.

Raising up on my hands with my head back, I give assistance to my son as he bangs me. I can feel my tits swaying . I don't remember anyone ever using me like this. My head pulled back exposes my throat and prevents me from keeping my mouth closed. All sounds quickly begin escaping me. Each grunt and groan leaves my body, filling the tent.

He's probably banging me like he's done many of his girlfriends I figure. I wonder if I'm as good as they were. What does he think about me? 

An idea hits me and I grab the other 4 wheeler seat near me and push it under my stomach for support. It offers immediate comfort. I can stand some more pounding now and Brad senses the resistance he is offered and puts it to me, speeding up his thrusts. 

Brad is taking an interest in my nipple as he tweaks and rolls it in his meaty fingers, then pulling and lengthening on it As he bends over me placing his weight on my back,, he is giving me no mercy in his strokes. 




Riding the Pipeline



My experience tells me he is cumming soon, as his strokes are increasing in intensity and he is keeping his cock deep in me. His breath is heavy on my neck, his grunts filling my ears. 

I suddenly feel his mouth on my neck as he pulls my head to the side completely exposing it. His lips attach to me, sucking my skin in his mouth. The suction amplifies and I know he is marking me for all to see. I try to turn and move but his weight is holding me.

"Please don't" I beg trying to turn away but his hand in my hair prevents my escape. 

Brad ignores my plea as he continues to draw my blood to the surface.

I can feel his pelvis firmly seated against my ass, holding his cock deep in me. His first shot of semen is felt.

I don't know why, but I state the obvious; "Oh god Brad you're coming in me" I whisper. 

My hips for the first time, search for my own satisfaction as I push back wanting to feel more as he continues to shoot heavy spurts in me coating my tunnel. Brad rapidly strokes through our liquids searching for his end.

Brad finally releases my neck and head. He is using my body for recuperation as he catches his breath.

His cock is spent and resting in me. Falling to the ground, Brad is laying on me completely. I eventually elbow him over as I twist out from under him.

Brad spoons me with a hand on my breast, his wet cock easily slides between my butt checks.

Brad isn't shy, breathing heavily into my hair as he continues to roll my thick nipple between his fingers. My son's spunk slides down my thighs, but I'm too tired to care. The long day combined with the alcohol and the adrenaline filled night finally washes over me as I close my eyes.

We're going to have so much fun tomorrow." Brad whispers in my ear just before sleep overcomes me.

Sleep I'm going to need, riding the pipeline.



Riding The Pony



I walked into the donut shop, still buzzed from the most exhilarating sex session I had ever experienced.

I have read over the years about torture of women on devices called wooden horses, but never thought I would have the chance to ride one in my own bedroom.

My master spent an hour getting me turned on, teasing my nipples and clit, pinching and biting me, always stopping before I could cum. He very rarely lets me cum, and this time was no exception; the whole time he kept me just on the edge of orgasm. I wanted a release from the torment, but I knew it was not to be.

He left the room with me on the bed, returning a few minutes later with two kitchen chairs which he placed back to back. Then, as I watched, he taped the backs of the chairs together so that they formed a single rail. 

“What are you doing? Leave that, please...come back and make me cum,” I begged. 

He looked up at me and stopped what he was doing and walked over to me. I was hoping that he was going to fuck me or at least make me cum, but instead he said, “You are going for a ride, a ride that you will never forget.” 

I looked into his eyes and knew better that to say another word, as sometimes his punishment for interrupting him is more than I can stand.

He took a piece of tape and placed it over my mouth, and wound more tape around my wrists, behind my back. He then returned to the chairs and removed the seat pads, then got me to stand next to the chairs. I noticed that the back of the chairs came to just above my pussy; the biggest surprise came just a moment later. He produced a thick leather belt; it had no buckle, just a loop so that the strap could pass freely through, forming a leather noose. He put the choke-hold over my head and pulled it tight, and I felt the belt grip the skin on my neck.

He got two books and placed them under the chairs. “Get on them,” he ordered. I looked at him, not sure what he wanted me to do, and my hesitation got me a towel slap across my ass that sent a stinging shock through my body. Then he pulled the noose and helped me to put my feet through the holes in the seats so I could stand on the books, with my legs straddling the chair backs. 

I looked at him as a wicked smile spread across his face; reaching up, he attached the other end of the noose to the hook in the ceiling and pulled it tight, locking it off with some sort of adjuster so that it was holding my head up. The leather gripped the soft skin of my neck once again.

I stood there for a moment, just feeling the edge of the chair back between my legs. It seemed strange, an experience unlike any other I'd ever had, but I am always willing to try anything once. "Why should this be any different?" I thought to myself. 

"Are you ready?” I looked at him apprehensively but nodded my head in agreement to whatever he was about to do to me. He then took one end of the tape that was covering my mouth and pulled it off in one decisive jerk. I was about to scream as the tape pulled at my skin, but my Master pushed his hand over my mouth until I had calmed down from the shock. 

“Okay, this is what's going to happen: I am going to remove the books you are standing on, and then what happens next is up to you. You can either stand on tiptoes until you can't support your own weight, or you can let yourself ride the pony by letting all your weight rest on the back of the chairs immediately.

Obviously, whichever you choose, the rope around your neck will tighten as you lower yourself, but you might want to ease your suffering and get it over with all at once, or you might want to draw the experience out by resisting gravity to get the full enjoyment.”

I lifted my right leg as I felt a slap on my calf, then tentatively placed my weight on my toes. When the other leg got the same slap, I spread my body weight between both points. At this point I think I surprised my Master as I was standing on the very tips of my toes. As I had been trained at dance school some years before, this pain was something I was used to and I could stand there without too much of a problem. 

“Very good,” he said after about 5 minutes, but I think in truth he was hoping to se me squirming by now.

I began to feel the strain in my leg muscles at about eight minutes. My stance became steadily shakier as each second ticked past and I could feel the belt around my neck tighten as my toes gave way to the strain. I tried to control my descent as my body sank onto ridge of the chairs, forcing my legs apart and putting the weight of my body on my sex. 

A searing pain shot up through my pussy as all my weight was being suspended on the single inch of support afforded by the chair backs, and I instantly got onto my points again. “That’s better; you now know what it's like to ride the pony,” he said, smiling as beads of sweat started to form all over my naked body.

The strain on my legs was once again too much for me to tolerate, and I felt myself sinking, once again bruising another part of my delicate sex.

Each time I felt the strength in my legs disappear, I also felt my life’s breath slipping away as the leather noose tightened around my neck, restricting my air supply and forcing me onto my toes again. My Master watched with glee as I performed this perverted dance, knowing full well that with each fall of my body, another bruise would be formed for him to torment later.

I seemed to be rising and falling with increased speed, my toes unable to support my weight and my sex unable to withstand the pain. This, added to the feeling of strangulation, was a somewhat strange mix. The pain and asphyxiation soon combined to have my head spinning, and I must have lost consciousness. The next thing I knew, I was lying back on the bed, my Master pounding his prick into me, smacking my pussy hard and fast, his balls hitting the very spots just bruised. The mix of pain and pleasure was out of this world, and as my master shot his load into me, the throes of a blinding orgasm overtook my body.

As waves of pleasure began to sweep through me, lights flashed before my eyes. I was moaning deeply with lust; I wrapped my legs high around his back, pulling him into me harder and forcing his shaft into me deeper and harder, causing little shocks as our sexes collided. I knew he was taking his pleasure and this was not meant to pleasure me, but it did. He tried to free himself from my grip, but I was squeezing his prick, milking it for all the pleasure I could get from him.

Finally he pulled away; I tried to hug him, but his wrath was swift. His hand came crashing down onto my swollen sex, sending an excruciating wave of painful pleasure through my pubis and radiating outward. Then a second blow fell on my tender lips, this time harder than the first, then three more in quick succession sent my head reeling; this time it was a sensation of losing consciousness that made me realize that the leather strap that had been hooked to the ceiling was still around my neck. My master had tightened it to the extent that I could no longer breathe, and all my senses focused on staying alive.

I must have passed out with a mixture of pleasure and pain that truly needs to be experienced to know of its pleasure. When I awoke the sun had fallen in the sky, I hadn’t a clue what time it was. The only sensation I had was the warm pain of all the tiny bruises rubbing together sending tiny jolts of painful ecstasy through me like tiny orgasms each one building on the sensations of the lasts ones pleasure.

As I lay there I began to fantasize about riding the horse again and began to run my fingers over my bruised and swollen sex sending me into the orgasm of a lifetime.



Riding the Rails



Carol and I had been dating for several months, ever since I was selected to be part of her friend's going away gift. We had become close friends and more than just occasional lovers, but we both agreed that we valued our independence and would not even consider living together. My daughter liked Carol, and although she was pleased that I had found someone, it only seemed proper that overnight stays should be at her house instead of mine. But that was about was about to change, because Carol's two teenage children who had spent the summer with their father would be back home Labor Day Weekend. So, after taking my daughter back to school, the second week of August, Carol and I decided to get away for a week by ourselves and fulfill one of my dream trips. We took the train to Glacier National Park in Montana. This is a story about that train ride. 

The Empire Builder takes almost two days from it's origin in Chicago to it's final destination in Seattle Washington, and stops in our town on it's westward journey a little before 1 AM. Carol had to work the second shift at the hospital, but I picked her up at 11 and that gave us time for a quick shower before heading to the station. I started scrubbing her back and by the time I was fondling her butt, I was ready for a quickie, but she was not going to go for that. I even offered to wash her hair in return for a blowjob, but all Carol would say was that she had a surprise for me and wanted me to be well rested. At 60, a man has just so many shots left in the cannon, so all Carol would agree to was some heavy petting under the shower and an erotic mutual rub down with those fluffy bath towels, " just to get me started."

The young lady in the crisp blue steward's uniform had just lead us to our sleeper compartment, when Carol asked " How long before we get to the Vern Dale Curve?."

I was totally baffled by the question, but the young lady just gave Carol a knowing smile and said " in just over an hour. The train makes it's next stop at Staples, and you will feel it about 15 minutes later." Then she whispered something into Carol's ear and all I heard was " on top." 

Carol made me wait another half hour before she explained the surprise. She asked me " back when you were a kid, did your parents stop at those motels with the beds that had the coin boxes on them? You know the ones that vibrated." Well, tonight we get a real ride, and we won't need any quarters." She explained that the Vern Dale Curve was at the start of a scenic byway and because of problems over environmental issues, the railroad had not been able to do any significant track maintenance in years. It was still safe at slower speeds, but one of the roughest rides on the whole trip. Carol said " When I e-mailed my friend Susan about our trip, she said that this was one experience we would never forget."

When the conductor announced that the train would arrive in Staples in 10 minutes, we left the club car and headed to our roomette. After making sure the door was locked, we quickly stripped in the dark. We had just got into the lower bunk when we realized that anyone walking on the platform outside would have gotten a show that would have been far more interesting than what was being shown in the Dinning Car. As the train left the station, we were on our sides in that little bed. I was sucking on Carol's pink nipples, and she was scraping her fingernails lightly across my scrotum and up and down a very erect penis. 

My hands were caressing the delicate curves of her butt, when she looked out the window and said " OK, there is the grain elevator that Susan told me about." She got off the bunk, and said " on your back, big boy, the fun is about to start, but first I need to warm up." 

She climbed on top of me and sat on my knees. Then she arched her back and pushed the lips of her vagina up against the backside of my penis and slid it up and down the shaft, but without letting the head enter. By pushing myself up on my elbows, I could see in the flickering light from the window that she was getting wet, and the air was soon filled with the sweet smell that meant that very soon we would become one. She started to moan, and just above a whisper she said " the steward told me that the engineer will blow a whistle just as they get to the curve and our car will be there a couple minutes later."

When we heard the whistle blow, Carol slid to the top on my shaft and hovered there with the lips of her vagina just barely touching the head. The first bump literally bounced my butt off the bunk, and my rock hard penis was thrust deep into Carol's hot wet cavern. She leaned forward slightly, and braced her hands on each side of my head. I was just able to suck one of her nipples into my mouth and reach back to cradle the twin globes of her butt in my hands while the train car heaved up and down, and pushed me first deep inside and then nearly out. Then the track curved and the train started to sway left and right causing my penis to take on a swirling motion. Carol shut her eyes, and from her mouth came cry of pure joy as her whole body started to shudder. In an effort to let the train do the work, I tried not to add any thrusting of my own, and so the pace was slower, and I was lasting longer. Before my semen finally finished it's journey, and the wonderful pain and pleasure of this ride ended for me, Carol had climaxed a second time. She collapsed into my arms when the last of my involuntary spasms had stopped, and we lay there for awhile until the bumpy ride was over. " Hmmm" she purred, " I wonder if anyone has lasted for the whole trip." Just before she fell asleep, I whispered in her ear " we can try again on the way back."

When I woke, Carol was looking out the window and said " have you ever seen such a beautiful sight." I opened my eyes and saw long strands of golden hair loosely cascading over small but muscular shoulders. The tanned skin was flawless except for a thin strip of white where the string of her bikini had been. My eyes followed her spine down towards her slightly flared hips to the waistband of thin cotton panties. The fabric clung to the slightly moist skin highlighting the delicate groove that separated twin globes that were no wider than my hands. 

I gazed for a moment and then said " just one thing left to make it perfect." I reached out and slowly lowered the fabric to her knees and gently kissed the light peach fuzz on one side and playfully goosed her with my tongue. She giggled, and said, "no silly, look over my shoulder." Looking past her, I saw the sharp peaks of the Montana Rockies far in the distance that were bathed in gold by the morning sun. I had lived in the mountains for several years, but this was all new to Carol, so I kissed her on the neck and said " enjoy the view my dear and I'll add a few highlights of my own to the experience." 

Suddenly she sat straight up and said " I hope you didn't ask for a wake up call this morning." I nuzzled her neck and said " no my dear, the only juice I had planned to drink this morning was yours."

She leaned forward and pressed her nose against the window as I slowly kissed my way down past her shoulder blades while the palm of my left hand gently stroked her butt. As I moved down her spine, I reached between her legs and slipped my little finger inside while rolling her love button between my thumb and forefinger. Soon she started to moan and said " please don't make me shut my eyes." 

She was bent over now resting her chin on folded arms braced against the window. I guided my dripping penis between her legs and watched as her wet and warm vagina took me in completely in one thrust. Then reaching around her and gently cradled her small breasts in my hands, I let physics take over. The side to side rolling motion of the train caused Carol to first fall back into my groin, and then forward again in a rhythm that allowed us to enjoy an erotic experience that is often missed in the fit of wild sex. One lurch did cause me to come completely out, but I soon learned how to compensate just enough to let Amtrak provide a service that was not listed anywhere in the literature. 

At one point, in between little moans and gasps her murmured " I wondered if anyone else is doing this right now." Just then as we looked out our window at the plains of North Dakota, we saw a small herd of Antelope. The buck had just mounted one of his does, and we both laughed as we realized that we had become one with nature.

Carol did not shut her eyes. I saw her reflection in the window as the dreamy smile on her face changed to intense pleasure. Her eyes opened wide, her lips quivered and she let out a long groan as we both started to shudder. It was one of those very rare times when I was also ready, and the spasms of her love tunnel milked the semen out of my body. We fell backwards in our bunk and lay there until we were hungry and then dressed so that we could explore the train. 

The rest of the day was one of leisure and mutual joy as we enjoyed the view from the dome car, ate, and finally napped in the afternoon. By 7 o'clock we were in East Glacier where we were picked by the Park Shuttle. That park visit had it's own share of erotic moments, but that is another story.



Riding the Rails



There is nothing like riding on the train. A bus is far too cramped and crowded. Busses don’t glide; they force you to pick a single spot and anchor yourself to it. Airplanes are no better. They do offer the advantage of a quicker travel time, which for painfully long distance travel can be beneficial. However, when it gets down to the actual travel “experience,” they are nothing more than “buses in the air.” Therefore, when it comes to “indulging” in the travel experience itself; “there is nothing like riding on the train.”

This was the best time to take the train to Florida. The point of origin would be New York City and it added two days of travel time to the excursion. However, they would be days of relaxing, reading, and maybe I might even be inspired to do a little “writing” along the way. The other aspects relating to the decision were the unique opportunities that train travel alone present. A person can walk from car to car freely. There is a full service dinning and bar car. And for this trip in particular a private “sleeping berth.”

This was going to be Lacy’s first time traveling by train long distance. Needless to say she was very excited and I wasn’t helping by subtly planting little ideas in her head. I was telling her about how once the train gets under way the whole environment changes and can become very social. People “riding the rails” open up quite readily to one another; I think simply because they can; they have the freedom to move about and therefore they do. It can spark a unique kind of “restlessness” that’s often associated with traveling but, can’t be expressed anywhere else.

That’s probably how we were able to meet David and Lynn so readily. They were an attractive couple in their late thirties traveling south to see their family. David wasn’t terribly tall in comparison to me. I’m 6’3” and he was probably about 5’8” or 9” at the most but was in excellent shape. He had been involved in gymnastics all through his high school and college days and it still showed. Lynn was petite as well, about 5’1” or 2.” She was also involved in gymnastics and had the taut body to show for it; they had met in their college years.

Actually, it was Lacy who had found them in the bar car. I was taking care of things with the conductor in our sleeping compartment but lacy was anxious to go off and explore. When I had caught up to her she was already zeroed in on these two and was working her charm. Lacy is an insatiable flirt. It’s just one of the many qualities I love about her and the best part is that she is absolutely “shameless” about it. There have been times when this “naughty little vixen” would spot someone; then actual detour into the bathroom for a moment just to make her nipples extra hard so that when she first approached her objective she would have every advantage possible. Alas… There is no one else like her.

Lacy was working on Lynn. She could read people so well. Inside of a minute she had already seen that Lynn was the key to making her seduction. I stood toward the other end of the car for a little bit just to watch her work. She had everything going. All three were leaning with one arm on the bar. Lynn was facing Lacy and David was standing behind Lynn and it was truly incredible to watch her work. She was conscious of every little detail. She knew how to position her quarry. She knew that having Lynn right in front of her offered the subtle opportunities she sought; the gentle “touching of her arm” when making a point in conversation; the coy “brushing of Lynn’s hair” when complimenting her eyes and choice of make-up. She knew that having David standing behind his wife would quickly make him the “wanting” voyeur and at the same time; Lynn would be focused on Lacy because David was behind her providing security but “out of sight” all in the same moment. She is a master!

There is no way I can express how I wanted to move up behind Lacy right then and there so I could simply start fucking the shit out her. She was incredibly hot and the blood was starting to flow in my cock. Already, I could feel the distinctive drips of pre-cum making the head of my cock even more sensitive with its sticky wetness. I wanted to stand behind her and casually slide the head of my hardening cock up and down the crack of her beautiful round ass; letting her feel the steamy moisture of my pre-cum as I painted her dark hole with my leaking prick.

Instead, I approached with a smile and Lacy introduced us to each other. Of course I didn’t want to interrupt the fine work that she had begun so, I merely ordered a drink and knew to take a position perpendicular to David too simply support the flow. Just like my lovely Lacy, I began subtle bits of conversation with David. Not enough to distract him from his voyeuristic observations of the women but to essentially support what I already knew was formulating in his mind. Lacy worked the charm and I got the basic requirements. The where they were coming from; the where were they headed too; the calculations of how much time we might therefore possibly have with them. You know? The basics.

We were both rather adept at this sort of exploration and passionately in tune with one another. I knew that even though she did not show it for even an instant; she was listening to everything that David and I were saying. And she knew that I was perfectly aware of every word and nuance that was exchanged with her and Lynn. 

Everything was progressing perfectly when Lacy boldly changed the course of things by suggesting the idea that we move to the back of the train. Now this also happens to be where the sleeping compartments were. And she being perfectly aware of this; let her suggestion awkwardly hang in the air for just a moment. When there was just the right amount of tension to suit her she said, 

“You just have to see the view from the rear of the train.” 

You could sense the relief in David and Lynn. 

“It’s quite a sensation to watch the scenery all ‘fall away’ from you as you see the tracks disappear in the distance,” she continued. 

After that they both agreed that it was a fine idea and a good time to stretch their legs.

Lacy knew exactly what she had done. She knew exactly what she was going to do. She knew that she had teased them just enough that they would be predisposed to thinking she was offering an invitation to “sex” by her suggestion. This created just the kind of tension that she desired and when she had them right where they weren’t sure they really wanted to be; she turned right around and lead them back to a comfortable place; making them feel like “the sex thing” was their idea and not hers in the process. She is absolutely brilliant and I can never get enough of her.

As the ladies started to make their way out of the car I touched David’s arm and said, 

“Why don’t we get some drinks to take with us?” 

Wanting to help Lacy, I knew she could use a little “one on one” time right about now. 

“Great idea,” he responded. 

As I ordered some champagne David continued talking. 

“My compliments to your wife, she is very charming.” “Lynn doesn’t have many girlfriends and is always complaining how hard it is to find other woman that she can get along with.” 

I let him continue, not bothering to correct him on the fact that Lacy and I were not married. The status of a person has never meant anything to me and besides, David obviously needed to “vent” some of the “steam” that Lacy had created. We grabbed the champagne and some glasses as we started toward exactly where Lacy was leading us too all along.

When we finally reached the end of the last car we could see Lacy and Lynn leaned up against the door, peering through the glass while engaged in what appeared to be an intimate discussion. 

“Champagne for my lovely vixen and her newfound friend?” 

I just had to start; I had been on the sidelines long enough. Immediately sensing this, Lacy turned to me and gave me one of those “most knowing” smiles that always makes the blood start rushing toward my cock. 

“Why thank you my dear…” “You’re always so thoughtful” she said teasingly; making the blood inside of me surge even more.

Lacy skillfully took her time, allowing the champagne to smooth the way for her. The ladies continued with their intimate small talk while I engaged David in the history of his collegiate career. It was a somewhat boring conversation for me but, as “all things worth having,” my patience was starting to be rewarded. Lacy and Lynn were now giggling and flirting openly with each other. This did not go unnoticed by David who at this point I think was starting to relax a little himself. I continued to coolly engage David with conversation subtly demonstrating how if we “just stay cool” things will take their designed course. David followed my lead well. We kept our conversation light and flowing standing behind the ladies. We casually stole glances of our woman flirting without actually staring. All the while conveniently blocking the view of anyone who might happen to stroll to the back of the train and stumble upon the “goings-on” between these two.

Then she made her move. Lacy in response to something Lynn had said started to laugh very heartily. In the process she automatically put her hand on Lynn’s upper arm as if holding on to steady herself. Only this time she didn’t let go after calming down a bit. Instead she started to massage her lightly with her thumb. 

“You are really great,” said Lacy as she complimented Lynn. 

“I think you are too,” responded Lynn

Then Lacy graciously leaned in to kiss Lynn lightly on her partially open mouth.

At this point I think it all started to become too much for David. He looked to be in a mild state of shock as he stared wide-eyed at his wife kissing another woman. After watching Lacy’s hand slip from Lynn’s arm and deftly begin cupping her sweet petite ass; he started to say something. That’s when I put my hand on his shoulder and held up my other hand. I didn’t actually speak, but my gesture was clear to him saying, “Relax, everything’s going to be fine… just let them go.” David settled down for the moment as we continued to watch our lovers make love to each other.

It was fascinating to watch this scene unfold before me. I found myself more engrossed watching David than the girls. He was completely transparent. He was afraid. You could see the fear in his eyes as the “societal programming” designed to give him “security” in his relationships was being yanked away from him in wholesale fashion by the actions of his own wife and her newly found friend. Honestly, I don’t think he was aware of his own combination of fear and excitement. Though he was staring at these two hot, passionate, little snatches, transfixed in fear and disbelief. He didn’t seem to be conscience of the fact that his one hand had been rubbing the increasing bulge in between his own legs.

Lynn and Lacy were now becoming really hot for one another. They continued kissing each other with passionate, wet, deep reaching tongues. Lynn was definitely the novice as she just kind of held on to Lacy, trying not to fall off the ride she was on. Lacy, on the other hand was playing her newfound friend like a “virtuoso” would play a fine classical instrument. Her hands were sliding up and down Lynn’s body in a rhythm all their own. She would focus on Lynn’s pert, sensitive tits, rolling and pinching the nipples in between her fingernails. She moved her hands up to Lynn’s face to hold it as she kissed her, and then down her back to her firm, sensual ass so she could pull her in close just before grinding on her pussy.

Lacy broke off from her entanglement with Lynn. 

“Let’s go to our compartment,” she said matter-of-factly. 

Lacy turned to lead the way taking Lynn by the hand. David and I followed just like she knew we would.

Once we were inside of our compartment I used the opportunity to lighten things up a bit. First I refilled every one’s glass. Then directed David and Lynn to sit down and relax while Lacy and I sat down across from them. After making some jokes and a few amusing observations things seemed to be quite comfortable. Strangely, it was as if we had already “done it,” and I wanted our new friends to see that they were “okay,” that it wasn’t “the end of the world,” and more importantly; that if they wanted to, they could do it again. Lacy leaned over and began to whisper in my ear in that sultry sexy voice of hers, 

“You always seem to know exactly what is needed.” 

While she was whispering to me she began to tickle her hot wet tongue in my ear knowing that this always gives me goose bumps. While she was tickling my ear, I continued to throw a seductive glare at Lynn and David who’s excitement had them moving closer and closer to the edge of their seat. Turning to lacy I began whispering in her ear, 

“Let’s give them a little show.” 

She pulled back to look me straight in the eye. Her wide-eyed expression of great delight made it clear she thought this to be the perfect idea.

Lacy started to move off our seat on to her knees. Before she made it I forcefully grabbed a fistful of her clothing just below her neck and pulled her back up close to my face. She felt the force I was using and was instantly excited but, for the wrong reasons. Pulling her close to whisper to her I insisted, 

“We have to go slow with them.” 

Staring into her eyes we communicated volumes to each other in a matter of seconds. I love moments like these; when you can communicate with someone so intimately and yet no words are required.

We began making out just like her and Lynn had been earlier and let me tell you; Lacy is the “best” kisser. Her tongue is primal; full of energy and expression that reaches all the way down into my soul. I moved my hand from the outside of her thighs to the warm moist spot between her legs. She immediately responded by humping my hand; rolling her hips with deep circular motions. She had taken my head in her hands and was sucking my tongue into her mouth when I decided to check in on our guests. They were stiffly sitting across from us in wide-eyed excitement. Pulling Lacy away from my mouth I asked the room; 

“Are we being impolite, carrying on this way in front of our invited guests?” 

Lacy turned to see their response. In unison David and Lynn started saying, 

“No, no, not at all.” 

Lynn continued while looking at David, “No, I think it’s safe to say that we are both enjoying ourselves very much; wouldn’t you agree Sweetheart?” 

“Uh… yeah!” David responded to his hot little wife. “Today has been very entertaining so far.” 

Lacy, not being one to miss a thing got up and stepped over to David curling up right next to him. Slipping her arms around his waist she was making her own sandwich of him in between Lynn and herself. 

“David…” she purred, “Have I told you just how much I love to entertain?” 

He responded nervously, “Well… no, I don’t believe you have.” 

“Well then, I would like you to sit back, relax, and let me and your sweet, lovely wife entertain you, okay?” 

David nodded his head excitedly. Lacy stood up extending her hand toward Lynn, who took it while rising up along with her. Lacy softly called to me 

“Honey… Would you put on some music for us?” 

Knowing exactly what she wanted, I put on a very seductive, very danceable, blues-jazz CD. Lacy’s hips immediately began to sway in a sultry motion and I made my way to the seat opposite of David leaving the two ladies moving in between us. To my surprise and delight, Lynn began moving with great confidence. Later we found out it had to do with the dancing elements in her gymnastic routines and how she had always fantasized about incorporating a really sexy dance number into one of them.

Lynn started to turn into a fiery hot performer. As Lacy swayed to the music Lynn moved up, down and all around Lacy’s passionate gyrating body. She danced with Lacy using a talented combination of ballet and erotic striptease. Lacy was becoming more and more turned on with Lynn. It was an erotic dance of courtship between two feisty little snappers. As the song progressed so did their taunting of each other. Each one would remove a piece of clothing and throw it at the other challenging her go further.

Sitting across from David I began to rub my hardening cock through my pants to let him know it was okay to relax and enjoy the show. He quickly followed suit. The girls were down to their sexy bras and thong panties. Lynn had a magnificently taut ass peering from her butt floss. When she turned to taunt Lacy with it in a series of erotic gyrations Lacy moved to her knees to whip her ass wildly with her hair. As this continued Lynn removed her bra reveling a pair firm petite breasts that matched her ass perfectly. Small dark nipples that protruded at least an inch topped her inviting tits. Lynn swung her bra around and let it fly into my lap. Lacy followed Lynn’s lead dropping her bra very slowly and deliberately in between David’s legs. Lacy then turned back to Lynn and began to fondle her alluring tits. Lacy moved one hand up to Lynn’s hair so she could grab a handful and use it to pull her mouth on her own in a hot passionate kiss. The other hand descended in between her legs and pulled her thong away to find that hot spot that she had been working her way toward all afternoon.

As our sex show continued I had undone my pants to release my cock from its confines and was openly stoking it. When David had followed my lead I looked over at him smiling. 

“Not bad, huh?” I said. 

“I’ve never seen anything like this in my entire life,” he managed to say through his stuttering. 

Lacy had continued her kisses in a southerly direction moving to Lynn’s extremely erect nipples then downward further to her flat stomach, lingering at her navel. Lynn was moaning wildly as Lacy continued finger fucking her. She peeled away Lynn’s panties completely so she could taste that sweet honey pot she had been laboring to find. Lacy was now sitting on the floor as Lynn straddled her face, getting the first tongue-lashing she had ever received from another woman. Lynn stopped breathing and tensed her entire body in what appeared to be a paralyzing orgasm. Each of her hands had a handful of Lacy’s hair as she rode her mouth in a series of convulsing waves. I could just see the combination of cum and sweat rolling down the side of Lacy’s face. These two were hot. Lynn’s legs finally gave out as she collapsed in pile on the floor. Lacy gingerly caressed her exhausted friend moving up to her mouth to share her love juice in a deep, wet kiss. 

“You stay her and relax,” she said to Lynn, “I’m going to go and enjoy your husband’s cock for a little while.” “He looks like he is ready to burst.” 

Lynn laid there smiling in her post-orgasmic bliss as Lacy crawled over to David on all fours like a tigress ready to devour her prey.

Lacy crawled up David taking his hard cock into her hand and kissing his mouth to share a taste of his wife with him. Then in one deft move she lowered her head and took his entire cock into her hot, sultry mouth. At first I thought David was going to lose it right then and there but, he held on and slowly started buck his hips into Lacy’s eager face. Lacy was kneeling in between David’s legs and I was quit content to watch the show while stoking my hard cock however, I thought I might extend my leg and use my big toe to caress Lacy’s round, exposed ass. Feeling my touch she immediately moaned in response and stuck her ass out further to give me better access. I used my toes to pull her soaking wet thong over to the side of her upturned ass. She was so wet and I slide my big toe as deep as I could in to her hot, inviting pussy. She moaned loudly at the attention; which made David moan at the sensation she caused to his pumping member. Slowly entering and withdrawing my toe I smeared her pussy juice all around her lips and ass. 




Riding the Rails



As I was just about to move in behind Lacy to replace my toe with my cock, Lynn crawled up to sit next to me having recovered from her earlier performance. As she started to come back to reality I could sense her uneasiness at seeing another woman sucking her husbands cock for the first time. 

“Lacy is a fabulous cocksucker,” I taunted. “She lets the wetness from her mouth roll over a guy’s cock while she sucks it.” “So much so, that it will drip down around his balls and she will use it as a lube to finger his ass while she continues to lick him.” 

“I’m not sure how I feel about this,” Lynn muttered. 

“I’ll tell you exactly how to feel,” I commanded. “Slide your hand in between my legs and feel my balls while I keep jerking my cock.” 

She was a little taken with my tone but did as she was told. 

“That’s it baby, make them feel good,” I urged. 

As she continued to massage my balls I rolled my fingers from the base of my cock to the tip causing a large drop of pre-cum to come out of the hole. Lynn was transfixed at my manipulation. 

“Take your finger and spread it around the head of my dick,” I told her. 

While still caressing my balls she moved her other hand to my cock and extended her finger touching the tip. She gingerly circled the head of my dick with her finger smearing the sticky wetness. 

“Taste it.” 

She slowly brought the tip of her finger to her lips and slid it onto her tongue. 

“Now put the tip of your tongue in my cock hole and lick out the rest.” 

Lynn shifted her weight around to lower her face to my cock. She slid her tongue into the tip of my cock and licked out the drops of pre-cum that were there. I reached around with my hand to feel her pussy, which was by now dripping with her cum. She moaned slightly as I began rubbing small circles on her clit. 

“Now take the whole fucking thing in your hot little mouth,” I ordered, as she obeyed to the best of her ability. 

She got about half of my stiff cock to fill her mouth before having to withdraw. As it turned out Lynn was a pretty good cocksucker herself. I can’t really say that I know whether or not any of my earlier taunting inspired her current performance.

Hearing a familiar moan of ecstasy, I looked over to see David still seated in the same place. However, Lacy was now standing up on the seat with her legs spread over his face and was humping the shit out his mouth. It looked so erotic watching the muscles in her hot sexy ass tighten each time she thrusted her sodden cooze onto his willing mouth. I loved seeing the wetness all around butt hole and rolling down her inner thighs. The way she was wildly riding his tongue it was a wonder he could breathe at all.

Focusing my attention back to the little coquette, attached to my throbbing member, I decided that I wanted to push her further. Grabbing her by the hair I pulled her up and told her to straddle my lap facing the other two so she could watch as well. Sliding my arm around her waist, I held her up to keep her from sinking onto my cock. Instead I rubbed the swollen head up and down the length of her sopping wet cunt. 

“Look at her fuck your husband’s face,” I said. 

“He’s such a nasty cunt licker, isn’t he?” “He can’t seem to get enough of that dripping snatch of hers.” 

Lynn started whimper with desire. 

“Give it to me.” “Please put it in me, I can’t stand it any more,” she begged. 

“Are you a nasty little cock whore?” I teased. 

“Yes… please.” 

“Are you a nasty little cock whore?” I repeated. 

“Yes, I’m a little cock whore,” she responded. 

I positioned my cock at her opening then slid part of the engorged head inside. Lynn took in a deep breath and then I withdrew it from her. 

“Oh no, please don’t torture me any more.” 

“What’s the matter?” “Do you need some cock?” I continued. 

“Yes, I need your cock in me,” she pleaded. 

“Where do you need my cock?” 

“Inside of me.” 

“Where inside of you? In that nasty hot pussy of yours?” I asked. 

“Yes, put your cock in my hot pussy, please I need your cock in my cunt now.” 

Needless to say she learned quickly and I gladly gave her the reward that she craved. Placing my cock at her waiting gash I pulled her down on the full length of my engorged rod. Lynn’s entire body shuddered in response; she let out a yell of ecstasy that must have echoed through out the entire car in which we rode.

David and Lacy had stopped what they were doing to see what the commotion was all about. Now squatting over my lap, Lynn was furiously riding me up and down. Staring over at them I wanted to convey the erotic desire I was experiencing. With a glance of my eyes I articulated to Lacy exactly what I was craving. She turned to David and said, 

“I want you to fuck me from behind.” 

Lacy moved to the floor and positioned herself on all fours with her face right in between my legs. As David moved in behind her sliding his erect dick into her luscious pussy, Lacy began to lick my balls. 

The incredible sensations of this energetic gymnast, wildly riding my cock combined with the talented tongue of my lover was almost too much bare but I was determined to hold on. I wanted everyone to stay on this amazing ride to its ultimate conclusion. 

David was moaning and breathing hard while franticly pounding Lacy’s juicy pussy. I could tell it wouldn’t take him long to reach his peak. Lynn’s breathing was becoming erratic with rapid quick breaths. Knowing she was close, I wanted her to experience something special. Just as she was about to explode, I reached around with my other hand and used my fingers to open up her inflamed pussy lips to reveal her engorged clit to Lacy. As she started to cum I pulled her down on my stretched out cock pushing it so deep in her that I could feel the back of her vaginal wall. Right on cue, Lacy moved her mouth onto Lynn’s burning clit sucking it with complete abandon. It was a good thing that I was holding on to Lynn because otherwise I think she would have shot right out the window like a rocket. I had to cover her mouth to stifle her screams. If anyone happened to be passing I’m sure they would have thought a gruesome murder was in progress. 

The excitement of Lynn’s orgasm was all I needed to let go of my own building eruption. As Lynn rode the final waves of her ride, I unleashed what felt like a gallon of cum deep inside her shuddering pussy. Lacy knew I was cumming and pulled my dick from Lynn’s hole to share in the last remaining drops of my depleted tool. 

Lynn fell off me collapsing like a rag doll on the seat next to me. I looked over to see David but he wasn’t there. He was sprawled out on the floor in a sweaty heap trying to regain his composure, obviously in a state of post-orgasmic bliss. Then, looking down in between my legs I was overjoyed to see my lovely Lacy smiling up at me, her mouth wet and dripping with the last remnants of cum that she’d eaten. It’s impossible to express the love, adoration and desire that I felt toward her at that very moment. She is absolutely the best and I know it. Leaning toward her I pulled her face to mine giving the most passionate kiss that I could. She loving shared the taste of our hot sex with me in the most caring and giving way. Pulling her up, she curled into my lap as I held onto her, never wanting to let go.

We were starting to dose off when I heard the announcement from the conductor over the PA. 

“In about ten minutes we will be arriving at our next stop of Lorton, Virginia.” 

That was David and Lynn’s final destination. Lynn jumped up, 

“Oh my God, were here already? We’ve got to go.” 

Rousting David, they hurriedly grabbed their clothes and franticly began dressing. 

“Hey, hey, relax,” I said. “The train is going to be making a good thirty minute stop here so they can take on cars for the Auto-Train.” “You don’t have to kill yourselves.” 

Everyone started to laugh. We all dressed and made ourselves presentable again to face the rest of the world. 

Wonderful warm farewells were being exchanged as our new friends prepared to leave. When Lynn came up to give me a hug good-bye she began to whisper in my ear. 

“When I was about to cum; at that point I swear, I would have done anything that you would have told me to do.” 

I hugged her back then pulled out one of my business cards and wrote down a number on the back. 

“Here take this,” giving her the card. 

“On the back is our private number.” “Not many people have this.” 

She smiled a devilish smile waving it at David before slipping it into her pocket.

Never The End, Just until we meet again…



Riding the Rails



I knew he had been planning something unusual for several days before he broached the subject - there was just something in his manner that suggested he was thinking, analyzing, and preparing some new exploit. It's one of the things I love about him - he's always working out new things to try and new experiences for us to share. He finally came out with his latest idea as we were rinsing the dinner dishes and putting them in the dishwasher.

"Found a new place to play, by the way," he remarked casually.

"Oh, yeah? Where?" I asked.

"I wouldn't want to spoil the surprise - but I think you'll like it."

I smiled, wondering what he had in mind. He arched an eyebrow, grinning.

"When do you want to give it a try?" As if I didn't know, I arched an eyebrow right back at him.

"Ohh, let's see - how about now?" He chuckled, knowing that I had read him like a book. I nodded, grinning. "I'll grab the bag, and you won't need anything but that dress and your sandals."

"That dress" was, of course, my full-length chambray that buttons all the way from neckline to hem. As a dress, it's pretty plain and frumpy, but as clothing that can be easily removed, it's at the top of his list. I made a quick stop in the bathroom, then stripped and pulled on the faded old dress and stepped into my sandals, ready to go. I stepped out the door and pulled it closed behind me as he rolled out of the garage, then got in the car while he hit the button and watched the garage door roll down.

He drove us clear out of town, out past the suburbs and into an older industrial district. In its prime, I'm sure the area was a hive of activity, but economic problems had taken their toll and now the whole industrial zone lay quiet under buzzing orange security lights. I was struck by how odd and ghostly everything looked; the night was warm and humid, and the low clouds seemed to reflect the orange light everywhere like some surreal science-fiction landscape. With no stars or points of reference, my sense of scale was confused, and I could easily imagine this stark cubistic landscape stretching out forever, weird shapes and shadows piling on themselves into eternity. We rolled through the empty streets in silence, listening to the tires hiss on the pavement.

I had long since lost track of twists, turns, direction, and distance when he turned the car down into a sharp ramp and I saw that he was driving down into a sunken loading dock. The dock itself was more or less at ground level, but the ramp we were on allowed trucks to back down and put a trailer's doorway at dock level. In our case, the sunken ramp made a nice hiding place. The ramp was wide enough for three trucks, and he had no trouble turning around at the bottom and pointing the car back up the ramp.

"Poised for a quick getaway, hm?"

"Something like that."

"Mmmm," I purred, "then you must have something naughty in mind!"

He laughed, cut the engine, and got out of the car. I got out and waited while he pulled his knapsack from the back seat. He walked around to my side of the car, shrugging the shoulder straps into place, and then he kissed me deeply, wrapping himself around me and squeezing me tight.

"Turn around," he directed, pulling the handcuffs from his pocket. I complied, bringing my wrists together behind my back. He cuffed me carefully, then double-locked the cuffs so that they wouldn't ratchet down tighter and pinch my wrists. He turned me back to face him, then kissed me again.

"Come on, then - this way." He took me by the elbow and guided me up the ramp. As we walked back up to street level, I was struck again by the eerie landscape, falling back into my earlier post-apocalyptic fantasy of an endless barren industrial landscape.

It's hard to explain the sensation - just as one's eyes adjust to dim light and pick up more detail after a time, so my ears adapted to the odd silence and seemed to pick up more and more tiny sounds as we walked along. He led me right down the center of this street and that, and I noticed that each of the security lights buzzed at a slightly different frequency. At one point, a piece of newspaper blew down the street, and the sound it made seemed loud by comparison. I found myself holding my breath at odd times, straining to pick out tiny noises as if they were of supreme importance.

After walking in silence for a long time, I was totally lost once again. I could never have found the car on my own - all the buildings looked the same. He led me out into the exact center of a broad intersection, then stopped. I was afraid to speak, afraid to break the silence. The lights were everywhere, muttering to themselves.

"We need to be very quiet now," he whispered, shrugging off the knapsack and digging through it. In a moment, he pulled out my ball gag. "Very, very quiet," he continued, raising it to my lips. I opened my mouth and took it, and he secured the straps behind my head. "And you need to be very, very exposed."

He unbuttoned all my buttons with the skill of long practice, and my dress hung open at my sides. After stepping back to admire the view with his usual grin, he peeled the dress away to the sides and gathered the skirt, stuffing it up and over the handcuff chain behind me so that it hung out in back like a faded blue tail. The cloth ran from the back of my neck straight to my armpits, and from there to my wrists, baring me completely. He cupped my breast with a warm hand and kissed me again, then stepped away to leave me lit from every angle by the streetlights.

"That's better," he whispered, taking me by the elbow and leading me on.

Walking through the industrial park in handcuffs, clothed, was quite a bit different from walking virtually naked, cuffed, and gagged. I found myself trying to watch all the streets, windows, and angles of view at once, breathing harder and blushing deeply at the thought of someone, anyone, peeking out of a dark corner at my nakedness. My nipples went rock-hard even in the warm, moist air, and I felt myself getting warmer and wetter with every step. I cringed every time my sandals dragged on the street, feeling sure that small noise would draw attention. As always, he glided along on the balls of his feet, making no noise whatsoever. He paused now and again to caress me, stroke me, kiss me, but then always went back to marching me along. I began to get tired of walking, wondering about our destination.

He finally led me out of the industrial district, away from the lights, stopping at a railroad crossing. When he opened the cuffs and released my wrists, I rubbed them with my hands, flexing my fingers. He let me get comfortable, then slipped my dress off my shoulders to fall to the ground.

"Well, damsel," he murmured, "time for your distress!"

He waved at the railroad crossing, and I shivered in anticipation. At his urging, I lay down right in the middle of the road crossing, and he dug ropes from his knapsack and tied my wrists and ankles to the rails. When he had me tied securely, he set the knapsack and dress aside and fumbled with his trousers.

Then, he fucked me.

That simple statement doesn't even begin to describe the experience. He licked me, he stroked me, he got me so excited that I began to whimper against the gag in my mouth, and by the time he entered me I was thrashing, sweating, begging with my entire body to feel him inside me, fucking me, fucking me hard and deeply. I fought the ropes, screamed silently, opened my thighs and howled for him - and he hammered me hard, right there out in the open. When he came inside me, I almost died from shock and pleasure. Afterwards, I panted and sweated while he staggered to his feet and buttoned up. I lay spreadeagled in the middle of the crossing, pussy agape and dripping cum, imagining a train bearing down on me while passengers in cars watched in horror.

He took several hundred digital pictures afterwards, it seemed. Finally, he untied me and helped me to my feet. My knees shook as I leaned into him, thinking that he'd had enough for the evening. As it turned out, I was wrong.

"Come this way," he beckoned, holding my hand. I followed in a daze, walking with him up the railroad tracks into the darkness. After a time, I saw the end of a railcar in the shadows. It wasn't exactly a boxcar, although it was as tall as one; at any rate, the end of the car had a lot of open struts and braces. The 'roof' of the litte cage-like open area (actually the floor of the car, I guess) sloped from the top back down at an angle, but other than that you could see through the 'cage' part from all sides. Anyway, I could guess what was on his mind after taking one look at all those struts and angles.

At his urging, I sat down on the metal grate right in the center of the open area, above the coupler. My back was against a cold metal beam, and I shivered.

He started by positioning my hips carefully so that he could pull my knees up and spread my thighs wide apart, opening my pussy fully. When he got my hips where he wanted them, he ran the ropes around behind the column at my back, between my legs, then out to the sides again and back around the column. He tied my knees with ropes extending out away and behind me, pulling the ropes tight to spread me as wide as he could. My ankles were next, pulled tightly out to the sides and tied to more struts. More rope wound around my chest to secure me to the column, and then a few more loops around my breasts picked them up high and pointed them down the tracks. Finally, he bound each wrist and tied them so that my arms were stretched wide up and away from my body. As a finishing touch, he put the bondage harness on my head, strapped it on tightly, and tied the ring on the top of the harness to the pole behind me, keeping my head high. When he finished, I was fully displayed, unable to move a muscle. He put everything back into the knapsack and slung it over his back, then hopped down to the ground. As he ran his eyes over my helpless body, I felt another drop of his cum trickle out of my pussy and ooze down my crack.

He just stood there looking at me for a long moment, then casually lit a cigarette. I worried that someone would see the brief flame or the glowing cigarette end, but all I could do was look around in front of me and to the sides. After he finished his smoke, he looked at his watch and ground the cigarette butt out on the tracks. He hopped up on the end of the railcar, facing me.

"Now, isn't this just a fine piece of pussy," he remarked, stroking my wet lips with a fingertip. "Tied up here nice and open and completely helpless, too," he continued, slipping a finger inside. I thrilled to his touch, and he knew it. He wet two fingers with my juice, then finger-painted my nipples. "Nice tits, too, up here on display - ooh, there go the nipples! Somebody walking along here late at night and finding this might just think this juicy little piece of ass was there for the taking, don't you think?"

I knew he couldn't fuck me because of the way I was tied; not even he is that good a contortionist. Still, the blood pounded in my pussy and I struggled against the ropes. I bit down on the ball gag, wishing he'd at least let me suck him, but he just teased and stroked and caressed me until my whole body was humming like a bowstring. I was breathing heavily, focused on what he was doing to me, hearing nothing but the wet slurping sounds his fingers made when he speared my pussy with strong, warm fingers.

Finally, I realized I was feeling or hearing something else - a kind of sound or vibration so low-pitched it was almost undetectable. When I looked at him and furrowed my brow, he chuckled.

"Finally noticed it, did you?"

I blinked, not following him. He looked at his watch. The rumble grew louder. Finally, I put the pieces together - a train was coming! When my eyes flew wide with fright, he laughed out loud.

"There you go! You know, I'm afraid I won't have time to untie you before it gets here," he whispered, tracing little patterns on my pussy lips with a fingernail. "If I were a really nice guy, I suppose I could try to cover your nakedness with your dress, at least." I nodded frantically as best I could. "It would be terrible to get caught in this position, wouldn't it - not only naked and exposed, but covered in sweat and dripping from a wide-open pussy!"

He paused for a moment, considering, while the rumble of the oncoming train grew louder and more distinct. I knew he was toying with me, but I pleaded with my eyes, shaking with fear. Finally, he shook his head. Hopping off the railcar, he chuckled evilly.

"No, I think not. I think you're going to stay spread out and exposed on display, after all. See you later!" To my horror, he turned his back on me and jogged down the track, disappearing out of sight around the curve, a hundred yards away. I lunged and fought the ropes, but could not move. The vibration of the train made the whole railcar shudder, and I heard a hundred different squeaks and groans behind me.

Since the rail line at that point ran through thick woods, I had no clue as to which way the train was coming from or where it would go. I more or less assumed it wouldn't come straight up the track I was on and hit me, but anything past that was guesswork. I cringed at the thought of a locomotive cab full of engineers staring at my bound body and open pussy in the glare of the headlights - or, worse yet, and entire passenger train full of gawkers pointing and staring.

As it was, I had only a few more seconds of wracking worry before the train seemed to literally explode out of the darkness behind me. There was a quick warning flash of light as the headlight swept the outer edge of the curve off to my right, and then the noise of the speeding locomotive was deafening. 

Remember the railroad crossing he tied me to earlier? Well, I didn't.

Just a split second before the front of the locomotive appeared not ten feet away on the track to my right, the engineer blew the horn for the road crossing.

I swear, that horn sounded like the trumpet of Doom. If you've never had one of those things go off close by, you have no idea what a horrific noise they make. I could literally feel my body shake to the blast, even as I was being jiggled and bounced around by the thunder of a freight train passing by at full howl. I screamed, drew breath, screamed again, and writhed in terror as the locomotive roared past, then caught just the briefest split-second glimpse of someone in the cab. Between the first scream and the second, I emptied my bladder in one painful, convulsive gush - my world was rocking and shaking, I was scared out of my mind, and deafened by the uproar.

Once the engine passed, the noise and confusion dropped off a bit. The ground still vibrated heavily under the passing cars, jostling my rail car and shaking me, but at least I could hear myself think. At least it was a freight train, after all - and there was no caboose, of course, just the little blinking red light on the end of the last car that seemed to laugh at me as it shot past.

In a moment, the end of the train flashed past me and hurtled around the bend, out of sight. I could smell the diesel exhaust, mixed with the tang of my own urine sprayed all over the grate under me and the ground below. I drew deep, ragged breaths, feeling the pulse pound in my throat. Over the next few minutes, the fear subsided and I slumped against the ropes binding me tight.

He finally loped back up the track, the grinning bastard, and stood in front of me. He wrinkled his nose and waved his hand theatrically.

"Scared the piss right out of you, didn't it!" he mocked. I gave him a glare, and he took my picture, in all my sweaty glory. I growled past the gag, furrowing my brow. He hopped up on the end of the rail car, giggling, and untied my harness. When he took it off and removed the gag, I licked my dry lips and worked my jaw stiffly.

"You just love doing that to me, don't you," I panted. "Scaring me half to death!"

"Yes, indeed," he admitted, slipping two fingers up inside me. "Because you love it - you love feeling completely out of control, and I love what it does to you." He's right, of course, but I'll never admit it. Even as I was screaming my brains out and pissing myself, my pussy was clenched rock-hard and my nipples were on fire. In the aftermath, I felt myself squeezing his fingers as they curled and probed my cunt.

"Fuck me!" I panted.

He tweaked my nipple, hard, with his other hand. I squeaked in surprise.

"You're not in any position to make demands, now, are you?" he taunted.

I glared at him defiantly. "FUCK ME! Dammit, I want you to fuck me, and I mean RIGHT NOW!" He took both my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and started to squeeze.

"You'd better rethink that attitude, slut, or you're going to be in for a long, painful night," he rumbled. "I've got more than rope in this bag, you know." When I drew a deep breath for a fresh retort, he pinched both nipples viciously, wringing a gasp from me. Tears sprang from the corners of my eyes.

I looked him in the eye for a long moment, then screamed "FUCK ME!" into his face. He dropped my breasts, then drew back and slapped my breast open-handed with stunning force. When I opened my mouth to scream, he stuffed the ball gag back in, wrestling the straps into place and buckling them tight.

"You're just really in a contrary mood tonight, aren't you?"

My eyes blazed defiance, and he rooted around in the knapsack for a moment, finally drawing out the leather cat-o-nine-tails. He trailed the leather thongs across my breasts and thighs, frowning in thought.

"I was ready to untie you a minute ago, but now I'm wondering if you need a little attitude adjustment first. You certainly can't scream your head off out here - that just won't do. Now, I'm going to ask you one time and one time only - do you want to come along quietly? If you do, just bow your head. Otherwise, I'll just have to MAKE you submit."

I knew what he was saying - he really had planned to take me down, and most likely was bursting at the seams, ready to fuck my brains out. I had thrown him a bit of a curveball, though, and he was feeling his way along. The adrenaline was still racing through my blood, though, and some perverse impulse got the better of me. It's just another way of putting myself out of control, I guess.

I looked him in the eye, sniffed, tipped my head back, and looked away pointedly. He chuckled.

"Well, well, well. I see how it's going to be, then. You're going to hang there in those ropes, every inch of skin exposed, and I'm going to make you bow your pretty little head." He flicked the whip across my inner thigh, lightly. I flinched in spite of myself, and he laughed. When I looked at him angrily, he slashed the whip hard across my breast, leaving trails of fire on my skin. He jumped lightly to the ground, so that he could back up a step. From there, he had to look up slightly to meet my eyes, but my body was splayed neatly before him. I looked up at the clouds.

"I'm going to hurt you, and I'm going to keep hurting you, and you're helpless to do a damn thing about it!" he growled. With that, he drew back and landed a vicious stroke on each inner thigh, one right after another. "Go ahead and scream now, because no one will hear!" More strokes of the whip, falling faster and harder - my legs were on fire, and I was gulping for air, tears streaming down my cheeks. My leg muscles bunched and strained as I tried to close my thighs, but the ropes held me fast, wide open. When a stroke landed right in the tender hollow beside and below my pussy, the pain shattered me like a lightning bolt, and I snapped my head back against the cold metal in agony. I was sure he'd sliced me to the bone. After he worked both my inner thighs over from knee to pussy lips, he paused for a moment.




Riding the Rails



"Had enough?"

I hung there like a slab of meat, panting, trying to catch my breath. He flicked me hard right on the pussy lips with the whip, and the pain was excruciating. I went rigid, mewling into the gag and balling my hands into fists.

"I SAID, have you had enough?"

Tears rolled down my face, and I knew I was at the breaking point. I felt myself slipping away, getting dangerously close to that wild chaos that would break my will, shatter my spirit, and drown me in inky terror. I wanted so badly to be free of the ropes, touching and soothing the blazing welts all over my thighs, huddling somewhere warm.

So, naturally, I snapped my head high in defiance one more time.

He went to work on my breasts next, alternating lashes from one side to the other, inner and outer curves of flesh, top and bottom. After the first few searing lashes, I stopped feeling the blows as individual events - I was crushed by a steadily rising wave of agony that had me mindlessly twitching and jerking in every direction. Finally, I fainted - I felt myself falling into an infinite black abyss, and the lights went out.

I came around to feel him wiping snot off my face with the edge of his hand.

"Back with us, then? You did bow your head when you passed out, but that doesn't count, you know. Do you submit now, willingly?"

I nodded my head.

"Bow, then." I bowed. I was drained, shattered, and totally blown away.

He put the whip away, then rapidly untied the ropes and freed me from the cold steel of the rail car. I was rubber in his arms as he helped me down, and I collapsed in a heap on the stony, nasty ground between the rails. He knelt beside me, concerned.

"Hey - really, now - are you all right?"

I nodded.

"Yeah," I croaked. "I'll be fine. Like you said, sometimes I just have to be completely out of control, that's all." He relaxed a little, stroking my matted, sweaty hair. He helped me to my feet and half-carried me back down the tracks to a shortcut in the woods, and in five minutes we were back at the car. By the time we got there, I at least had gotten my legs under me and could walk a straight line. He threw the bag in the back seat and held my dress out to me, but I walked to the front of the car and lay back on the hood.

"What's up? You feeling faint again?"

In reply, I hiked up my knees and spread them wide, showing him all my welts on thighs and tits and opening my cunt under the harsh orange light.

"Will you please, please, pretty please, Master, please fuck me now?"

He did.



Riding the Rails...



I was minding my own business, waiting on the train, lost in videos. I feel eyes on me and look up to find him smiling at me. I smiled back and looked down at my phone. I glanced back up and he's still smiling. I look around. No one else, it's me he's looking at and I wonder, why? I'll take the smile. How long had he been there? How long had he been there smiling at me? I thought over the last bit of time and no, I hadn't picked anything, burped. When you're an introvert, you always think of those things. He looked away then back again. 

Was he checking me out? Nah. I'm average. I'm the usual body type, pretty hair. I know it, accepted it. But he was still looking. I glanced down at my phone, back up. And smiled back, a full smile. Why not?

He moved and sat in front of me. "What are you listening to?"

I flashed my phone. "Ah... just youtubing." He looked around and moved next to me. Plucked the earbud from me and popped it into his ear. He smiled. Damn he's so close, I can smell him. Clean, spicy, dark, male. 

He chuckled, sending goose bumps along my spine. I swallowed hard. I completely forgot my phone was even there. He wrapped his hand over mine and angled it so he can see. Touching me. Warm, firm hand over mine. "What is this?"

"Huh? Oh.. foreign commercials. I think they're hilarious." He looked up and I realize his face is two inches from mine. Would be so easy to kiss him. Then again he could be a serial killer stalking me for a treat. I stay still.

"I'm not a stalker." He looked at me. "But I figured we could keep each other company." My brows knit a bit. How did he know what I was thinking?! But in front of me are blue eyes, beard, and full lips. I bite my lip to keep from kissing him. His eyes lock on my movement. Did he just... GROAN?!?

Oh yeah. He did. 

"I'm Chris." He said roughly.

I smile. Just smile till I realize he was waiting for me to answer. "Luscious."

His eyebrows raised and he half grinned. "My name is Luscious, but you can call me Lou. Everyone does." The video is over and he taps another on the list. I'm not listening. He faced me. Those eyes intent on me. So blue, so full of life.

"I like Luscious." Our noses are almost touching. All those years of reading smutty romance novels popped into my head. I always wondered what instant sexual chemistry felt like. Now I know.

"Where are you headed?" I whisper. I don't trust my voice above that octave. OMFG... he just licked his lips. My whole body flushed. I know it crept up my skin, giving me completely away.

"On my way to my to see a friend." He tilted his head and I have no clue what came over me but I kissed him. 

Softly. 

The feel of his full lips, facial hair brushing my sensitive skin making me shiver. A unique feeling to be kissing someone with a beard and mustache. It surrounded my mouth, leaving me alone with those incredibly soft lips. Damn. He pushed back, kissing me. I think kissing is more intimate of an action than actually doing the deed but thoughts of what could be under those clothes had me breathing hard. Of course I knew what was under that suit, Everyone did. My hand came up, circling his neck, pulling him to me. Phone forgotten. I wanted this man. Everyone did. Everyone had seen the Captain America movies. But I was the one kissing him. Not them.

His tongue ran along my lips. I let him in. He slid past them, brushing my tongue. I groaned deeply and gripped a hard wall of flesh. I needed him closer. Less clothed. My leg pressed his, I just wanted in. Him. 

He pulled back, bringing his hand up to my cheek, our noses touching. Caressing my face. I couldn't help but close my eyes. I felt heavy, heated. And all it took was a smile to make me come to life.

The speakers overhead rattled off a destination and he looked up, stretching that beautiful neck in front of me. Then I realize it must be his train being called and I actually whimpered. My body, brain, hormones screaming nonononooooo! He looked down and smiled.

"I'm not going anywhere." He said softly and kissed me again.

We kissed for an eternity, one second, a minute, I couldn't count. I didn't care. THIS man was touching me, pulling me close with his other arm. I let him. I've never been one to be loose but yeah, this was HIM. So it was... Dear god it was good. So damn good. My hand found its way into his jacket running up a hard muscled chest. 

I felt his growl rise from his throat, skip across my tongue. Plunge down into me and I growled back. His hand slid down my face, kneading my neck. I wiggle. He tastes so good. Slightly of... Twizzlers? 

The speakers blared again, warbling my destination. I broke the kiss and looked up then back. He was breathing shallow, lids half closed. I smiled. "I'm not going anywhere." I said, repeating him.

He kissed me quickly. "Don't move." He hopped up and trotted to the ticket counter. Holy mother was I really going to do this??? Damn straight. I picked my phone off the floor, tucking it and the buds into my bag. He turned back my direction and suddenly I felt like prey being stalked. Then he smiled. That gorgeously beautiful smile. He held out his hand and I stood. "I'm coming with you." 

We picked up our bags, my body still screaming, head spinning and walked to the train. Boarded. Found the private car and locked ourselves in. He leaned against the door. Looking down at his feet.

"I don't take advantage of women. But I was waiting for the train. Heard you laugh, turned and saw you. You are stunning and I had to come talk to you." He looked up. Waiting. Letting me decide the next step. I had come this far, locked in a tiny room with this man. Would I? Damn straight. I kicked off my shoes, dropped my bag to the floor and walked to him, and leaned in. I closed my eyes and breathed in deep. He smelled so good. I felt an arm go around me and pull me against him. 

"I ah... Stunning?" I asked but then whimpered. He brushed his lips on mine.

"Tell me, please," he whispered.

"Yes, oh fuck yes." I groaned and kissed him hard, driving my tongue in deep. The back of my head had its own monologue. "Girl what you doin? You gonna do a stranger? Don't you know better?" I willed it to shut up. I could feel all of him crushed to me. Couldn't help but shiver at the feel of one hard hot section grinding into me. 

"Tickets, please," a voice said through the door. He groaned and pulled his head up.

"Hold on." He opened the door a crack, shoved the tickets out and mumbled something to the conductor. I waited. I couldn't move if I tried. He closed the door and turned around. Damn, was it hot in here? He pulled off his jacket. I felt myself salivating just by watching him. He shucked his shoes, grabbed me and kissed me deep. I was so stunned, I just let him invade me. Did he.. Just pick me up?? Geez. 

My arms circled his neck, just trying to hold on. The train lurched, pushing us back by intertia. To the couch. He turned, sat, and pulled me onto his lap straddling him so quick all I could do was "Eep."

"That's adorable." He smiled then looked serious. "How do you feel about dogs?" 

My brows knitted. What a weird question. "I love them. Specially bulldogs." 

"Good." He ran his hands up my bare arms. Goosebumps popped up. Resting his hands on my shoulders, he hooked fingertips into my straps and pulled them down. I loosened his tie, pulling it off. I wanted to see skin. To taste skin. HIS skin. My hands were trembling so bad I couldn't get those damn buttons undone. He moved his hands back to my shoulders, kneading me. I wanted him. Now. And it was really fucking frustrating because he was taking his time. I wanted what I could feel pressed against my sex, that deliciousness that just seemed to be growing against me.

His palms slid down my chest, cupping my breasts and I stopped. Breathing. Moving. Oh shit... I grabbed his shoulders and held on. "Oh shit," I heard myself whisper. He was kneading me, palming my nipples. I know they get hard and could only assume he liked the feeling. He did. His hips moved under me, pushing hardness against me. In one movement, he slid his hands under my shirt, pulling it and my bra up and over my head. Bare He growled. Damn he likes to growl. Hand pressed to my back, pushing my breasts into his face. Beard on sensitive skin. Don't know if I can take much more of this. I've always been impatient but this was too much.

My hands crept into his hair, watching as he mouthed his way to my left nipple. He pulled it into his mouth and flicked the tip. I lost it. I was so tense, on the verge, I came. Hard. Pressing my clit against that solid hardness, grinding him. I never broke eye contact with him. I couldn't. It was so strong and hard. He sucked it in deep into his mouth making me collapse, panting. Never had that happen before but then I'd never had a man like him interested in me, much less touch me.

He moved to the other one, kissing his way across. My fingers found those little buttons, popping them open. He released my breast and leaned back, letting me open his shirt. Fingers trembling. I got to the pants and tried to pull the shirt out. He let go of me, taking his shirt off almost leisurely. Why wasn't he in a hurry?! Most guys would have had me naked and pretty much done by now. I willed my brain to shut up. Nope, not gonna let my head get in this.

I let my hands, fingers trail over his skin, watching his eyes close. I felt the growl in his chest. He sat up, and pressed his bare chest to mine. We kissed again, tongues dancing. My hands slid down his shoulders, back. Damn he was warm, hard all over. I didn't realize I had been grinding on him till he groaned and grabbed my hips to keep me still.

"You're gonna kill me if you keep doing that," he mumbled between my breasts. I shivered at his lips, beard rubbing against my skin. He looked up. "I want you naked."

I smiled. I've never felt so bold. I slipped off his lap and stood on shaky legs. My hands slid down my breasts, cupping them. "Girl, you go get some tasty ass!" My brain screamed. I smiled but he wasn't watching my face. I hands slid down and unsnapped my jeans. Fingers shaking. The look on his face was... dark, focused. I unzipped and watched him breathe deep. He glanced up then back. He undid his slacks mimicking me. 

I hooked my thumbs in my jeans and slid them down in a rush. Stepped out and footed them aside. Naked in front of him. Fear gripped me. He didn't move, not even his eyes. Omg, did he not like what he saw?!?

Chris stood and stripped, that glorious rock hard cock standing straight out. He pulled the coverlet off the couch and spread it on the floor. I couldn't move. Just watching his body move, cock bob as he did, had me dizzy. 

He turned, pulled me to him. Kissed me, hard, lifted me and laid me down, pressing one leg between mine, pressing against me. All in less than five seconds. My arms wrapped around his neck as we kissed. Tongues dancing, fuck he tasted so good! He moved over me slowly and I opened myself to him.

I could ALL feel him. Big hand slid down my body, finding my sex, cupping it. I moaned into his mouth and arched against him. I knew I was soaking wet. He broke the kiss to look at what he was doing. Watched his own hand rub, caress, teasing me till I growled in frustration. He dipped a finger deep inside and I cried out.

"Fuckin A!" I was on the verge again. He pulled his hand up and popped his finger into his mouth. I felt him shiver. He sucked his own finger, settling between my legs again. Then he kissed me! I didn't back down from my own taste. On his tongue I tasted very different. He groaned, pushing into me. Then stopped completely.

"Oh shit!" He growled. He looked at me painfully. "I forgot the..." He whispered hoarsely. 

"What?" I asked stupidly. He nudged his hips. "OH!" I squealed and reached behind my head for my bag, rifling through it. I pulled out two gold wrappers. "Always come prepared." I said, smiling.

He snatched one, tore it open with his teeth, wiggled a bit and moved back over me. He kissed me softly and sank in deep. Both of us groaning, me shivering. Fuck he was huge! I was more than ready but he stretched me wide open! I pulled my legs up to his hips. He flexed his hips, pushing in as far as he could. 

"I... I.. Oh fuck," I whispered. I stopped breathing, too overcome by the feel of him, weight of him.

"Oh fuck," he mumbled against my neck and pulled his hips back and drove in deep. 

"Ohhhh!!!!" I squealed as I came around him. Couldn't breathe. Couldn't move except to arch and ride underneath him. I felt him... chuckle?!? What the... Then he pounded into me, kissing my neck, jaw, back to my mouth. 

Locked, mouth to mouth, tongue to tongue. Sex to sex. Riding, pushing, hands everywhere, felt my nipples be pinched, tugged. My nails digging into his back. 

"More. Do it again." He ground against my cheek. I let go. Climaxed, one right after the other. He sped up, pushing a hand under my neck and watched me. I couldn't break eye contact if I tried. I watched him watch me as fire exploded out of me, around him. 

I watched his face change as he sped up. He looked feral, dark. Kissed me hard and groaned as he came. I held him tight, not letting go, one last climax of my own squeeze his cock so tight he had to slow down. Minutes. Days. Who the hell knew but he finally slowed down. Buried his face in my neck, feeling all that glorious weight press me into the floor.

When he lifted his head, he smiled. That beautiful, goregous smile, surrounded by soft beard, mustache.

"Wow..." Was all he said. He rolled to the side, pulling out of me, gathering me close. I wouldn't have been able to move if I tried. Damn. We laid there for the longest time, the shortest time. Boy I was full of isms today. But how many women had this opportunity in their life to fuck the man of their dreams? I was the lucky few.

He had pulled the condom off, grabbed his shirt and wiped himself clean. I watched him do something so natural. Simple. HOT.

He pulled me on top of him, my legs falling to the sides of his hips and iu let myself rest on top.

"We've still got a few hours," he said softly, pushing my hair out of my face. Such a tender move, had my heart thudding in my chest.

"I know..." I said softly, sitting up, cradling his cock between my lips. "I wonder what we can do..." 

He grinned- wickedly? Yeah he did. "I thought you might have that idea," he said and pushed his hips up.

Yeah, this is heavenly. I thought to myself as I leaned down to kiss him again...



Riding The Rails Across America



The American West. Images come to mind such as cowboys and tall cacti. Endless hot deserts and beautiful sunsets. Rough dusty roads and stunning red plateaus. I wanted to see all this without the hassle of driving 2000 miles, so my girlfriend Heather and I took a trip on an Amtrack train from Chicago to Los Angeles. We enjoyed the view through the large windows, and had a great time just relaxing, watching the scenery go by. On the second night of our journey, we enjoyed the scenery even more, because we were making love while looking out the window.

We decided to splurge and get our own private sleeping car. The first night, we were too tired to make love, so we just had a couple of drinks in the dining car and settled into bed early. Our compartment was fairly small, yet cozy. The bed was barely a double, unlike our king-size bed at home. There was a little floorspace, a small table, two chairs, and a tiny bathroom. The view, however, was incredible. We had an enormous picture window that offered a great view of the scenery. 

"I've always thought it would be really cool to make love in a train" I confessed to Heather. We had just seen the movie Risky Business the night before, and there is a scene in the movie in which Tom Cruise and Rebecca DeMorney make love on the "El" elevated train in Chicago. We both got very turned on while watching that scene together. If you haven't seen this movie recently, it is worth renting just for this incredibly erotic sex scene. While the fantasy sounds cool in principle, neither of us would have the nerve to do something quite that daring (Although we have had sex outside and fooled around in other ways in public before.) So we decided this would be a great way to really fulfill this fantasy of mine.

"I'm a little tired tonight." She told me. "But I brought a very sexy outfit to wear for you tomorrow, John. Lets get some rest, because we'll need it for tomorrow. I was very tired, and rest sounded nice. We lay side by side on the bed, feeling the smooth rocking of the train, and hearing the pleasant sound of the train riding the rails. I got a little erect when I imagined which outfit she would be wearing for me tomorrow. I asked her which one of her stunning sexy outfits she was planning to dress in tomorrow, and she told me it was something I had never seen before that she had bough especially for this trip. We made out for awhile, deeply exploring each other's lips and tongues, and I squeezed her breasts a little under her nightshirt. I fell asleep with my head between her soft round breasts.

The next morning, we woke up. The whole morning was wonderful. Now we were traveling through Kansas. I had expected this part of the journey to be boring, but the scenery was actually quite pleasant. It was late May, and very sunny outside. The sun shone on the wheat fields, and they took on a beautiful golden color. We tried to shower together, but the shower was too small. 

"We'll just have to take turns." I said. I let her go first, and she kept the shower door open so I could watch her! Heather knows I get really turned on watching her shower, and she also likes watching me soap up and rinse my body. She striped off her nightshirt over her chest, and I stared at her sweet tits while she put the shirt away. She then peeled off her pajama bottoms over her legs, and had on only a skimpy pair of red panties underneath. She quickly got rid of the panties, and stepped into the shower once it was warm and steamy. I watched her first shampoo her hair, and then soap up and wash her whole body. My favorite part was watching her circle and squeeze her breasts with soapy hands, and she made a point of playing with her nipples to excite me even more. She got out and dried off, and then I took my shower while she watched me. I teased her too, stroking my cock while my hands were all wet and soapy. I got dressed, and was puzzled when she remained naked. 

"I want my lingerie to be a suprise for you later in the day, john." She told me. "So why don't you go to the dining car and order us some breakfast. I'll put on my clothes in here while you go. I want you to be thinking about what I have on underneath all morning. Do you think you can handle that, lover?" She asked. I love suprises, and knew I was going to be erect all through breakfast thinking about what she might be wearing underneath her clothes. I told her I would do my best to wait.

I ordered pancakes, eggs, juice and coffee while she changed. She joined me in the dining car about 15 minutes later, wearing a stunning short black dress and matching black tank top. She also had on black pantyhose that showed off the curvy shape of her sexy legs. We had a wonderful breakfast, and than relaxed all morning in the lounge car. The lounge car has tables and chairs, and we sat down and played some card games. She kept rubbing her feet on my legs. At one point, she removed her shoes, and rubbed her feet on my lap. This sure got my attention! 

"Well, John, I'll bet you're wondering what I have on underneath my clothes." I asked her, and she said the time was right to tell me. She took my hand in hers, and started to guide it up her legs. "Why don't you feel what I have on underneath?" She led my hand higher up her leg, and I felt where the stocking ended and bare flesh started. She kept leading my hand up higher, and I was now touching her bare thighs. I had expected to touch her panties by now, but it seemed that she wasn't wearing anything at all underneath her black skirt! I stared into her eyes in disbelief as my hand came into contact with her bare pussy! She looked right back into mine and squeezed my hand and said "Does it turn you on that I was naked underneath this skirt all morning? I'll bet that gets you hard, John!"

"My God Heather, that is so HOT! I can't believe you did that. Let me guess what you have on underneath your tank top. Nothing?" She just gave me a wicked smile and looked around to see if anyone was watching. Seeing that nobody was paying any attention to us, she leaned towards me so that I could see her cleavage. She quickly moved the material of the clothes enough to give me a glimpse of one of her bare breasts. Her nipple was rose colored and stiff. My hand was still between her legs, and I rubbed her pussy a little while staring at her hot body. We kissed a little, entwining our tongues together. I rubbed her a little higher, and stroked her clit a little. 

"Ooh...That's making me get wet, lover!" she said.

I rubbed the lower part of her legs with my other hand, gently massaging it the way she loves. I gave her some tiny tender little kisses on her neck and collarbone. "Oh.... GOD I'm getting horny." She said. I Just kept stroking her, all under the table so nobody else in the lounge had any clue what we were doing. "I think we need to go somewhere more private." Then she lowered her voice to a whisper and said "I'm getting really fucking horny, John, and I don't think we can get away with much more in the lounge. Let's go to the room. I need you inside me NOW. Lets make love on a train."

We gathered our belongings, and started to walk back to our sleeping compartment. We had to walk through five other cars to get to ours. First we had to walk through the coach seating cars. These are basically train cars full of seats, similar to the seats on airplanes. The first coach car was not very crowded, but the second one was full of all sorts of passengers making the trip out to California. There were families, other young couples like us, senior citizens, and single travelers. At the end of the last car before ours, there was a group of four rowdy college age kids, all drinking beers and talking loudly. She whispered in my ear: "Look at all these people around us, John. I'm just walking down the aisle of the train with NO panties and NO bra on underneath my outfit. Does that get you hard? Do you want to FUCK me?" I just squeezed her hand. I noticed a couple of the college boys staring at her figure as we walked past them, and she 'accidentally' brushed the side of her body against the arms of one of them on the way through the narrow aisle.

Finally, we made it to our compartment. We got in and locked the door behind us. We immediately started to kiss, passionately and deeply. I couldn't get enough of her sweet red lips. In no time, she lifted my white T-shirt above my head, and she kissed my bare chest. It felt really good, and she planted wet kisses all over my neck too. I felt her breasts through the tank top, making sure to circle her nipples with my fingertips the way she loves. We only broke our kiss long enough for me to lift her tank top off her body, and her skin really heated up my chest. I felt her breasts pressed up against my hard chest, and we made our way to the bed and started to touch each other's bodies. The sun outside was a brilliant orange ball of warmth against the clear blue sky. I noticed that the terrain was getting more mountainous and less farm-like, as we were near the Kansas/ Colorado border. 

"I've got an idea." I told Heather. Lets move the bed a little so we can both watch the scenery as we make love!"

She agreed that this was a great idea. But when we tried to move the bed, it wouldn't budge, because it was bolted to the floor. "Oh well. We can just sit on the chair for awhile and look out the window." I unzipped my jeans and let them fall to the floor. I sat down on the chair, looking out the window, dressed only in my light blue boxers. She sat down on my lap, facing the window also, and she still had her sexy black mini-skirt on. My hard on was raging under the soft weight of her ass sitting on my lap. There was a little bit of a reflection on the window, and I could see her spread her legs and start to finger herself a little. She spread her legs really wide, resting one on each arm of the chair, and I could hear soft squishy sounds as she rubbed herself. I reached around the front of her body and cupped her soft tits in my hands and kneaded them. I kissed the back of her neck, causing her to sigh. She rubbed her ass into my lap, and I kissed her back a little. 

"Ooh...yeah...right there, that spot feels good, John." She told me. "Ooh...my pussy's getting drenched...I need to fuck you soon. Let's do it on the chair! I'll just take my skirt off in a minute, and you can take off your underwear and I'll just slide right onto your big hard cock while we watch the beautiful scenery. She started to slide her skirt her legs. 

This was when my body noticed that the train was slowing down. I looked out the window and saw that we were pulling into the train station! That spoiled the mood quite a bit, and Heather quickly slid her skirt back up and I put my jeans back on. The station was very small, as we were in a rural town in Colorado, but there were at least twenty people on the platform waiting to get on our train. I lost my erection, and Heather stood out of site because she was still topless. Then a thought occurred to me: Once the train started to move again, we wouldn't have to worry about anyone on the platform boarding the train. So, I thought, who cares if they see us, as long as we wait for the train to move again! I explained my logic to Heather, and she agreed that she wouldn't care who saw on the platform saw her as long as she didn't have to worry about facing them the rest of the trip onboard the train!

We waited out of site until the train started to move again, and then returned to our positions. I took my shorts off again, and Heather removed her skirt, while keeping the silky black stockings on her legs. I looked out the window, and saw that hardly anyone was even looking at the train, as they were busy meeting other people on the platform. Heather pointed out the four college guys to me, and one of them was looking right at us. His eyes just about fell out of their sockets when he saw what was going on in our compartment! He quickly alerted his buddies, and they all stared at my girlfriends wiggling breasts. She wanted to put on a great show for our admirers, so she stripped off my boxers as quickly as she could and slid her pussy down my stiff prick! The boys ran, then sprinted to keep up with this traveling show as the train gained momentum!

After a couple of minutes, the train was past the station, and I held onto her tits as she bounced up and down my lap. It felt great to feel the friction of her warm juicy love tunnel riding up and down my cock. She played with my balls, cupping them gently in her hands, and I got her really hot circling her nipples with my fingertips. I realized that from this position I could reach around the front of her hips, and rub her pussy a little. I could feel the shaft of my cock as she slid up and down it! I reached up a little higher and searched for her clit. I couldn't see, but I could tell when I hit a good spot by the noises she made. 

"Ooh...OOH!" She panted. "Fuck yeah, right there. Ooh...my cunt feels so good! That was SO fucking hot having people at the station watch us! It was...Ooh...I can't even talk, this feels so good...oh my YES!" she screamed. Her breathing was getting heavy. She grabbed my legs and lifted her hips up and down, rhythmically fucking my cock. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the friction. "John, give it to me...ooh yeah..." she moaned. "Fuck me silly!"

Her hair was flowing down my chest, and I felt the nice feeling of her bare ass on my lap with every thrust and move. She started to sweat with exertion, and was soon moaning wildly. "Ooh...ooh...OOOH! I'm gonna come soon." she screamed. I rubbed her clit with a little more pressure. Her clit was slippery with her own juices. "Ooh...FUCK ME!" Her grip on my legs tightened. I circled her love button a little faster. She bounced up and down fast and furiously, screaming and playing with her jiggling boobs as I rubbed and rubbed her. 

"Ooh god this is so cool, making love on a train! Fuck me hard John, give me that cock, give it to me...ooh...Ooh...OOH! I'm gonna come..." she panted. "OHH! FUCK! OHH...UNNNNNHH! UNNNNHHHH! Huh...Whoa... Ooh..." Her pussy contracted around my hardness, and she sat still and enjoyed her orgasm while I kept pumping away inside her. She massaged my legs while I held onto her shoulders and bucked my hips up and down. I started to pump a bit faster, feeling the approach of my own orgasm coming on. She relaxed her body from all the exertion, and just let me pump my cock inside her. Up and down, I thrust my cock inside her slick pussy walls. She grabbed my balls with one hand and rubbed my thighs with the other. 

"Go for it, lover." she said. "Fuck my tight little cunt. Fill me up and shoot a load of hot cream up inside me! Fuck me good." I closed my eyes and felt the orgasm getting really close. I knew I was going to come in less than a minute. Than she surprised me by saying "Fuck me good and hard for that couple driving by in a nice red Lexus!"

I had no clue that we were near a road; the last time my eyes had been opened, I saw nothing but wilderness. My eyes opened, and I saw that we were parallel to a major highway, and going approximately the same speed as traffic! This really turned me on and sent me over the edge, and the couple in the Lexus looked shocked to see what was happening on the train! I gave Heather a really hard deep thrust, and the orgasm rocked my hips into her ass hard. My cock exploded in a rush of pleasure. It felt so good...so intense after all the waiting and teasing of the morning. Jet after jet of hot creamy come shot out from the head of my cock, filling Heather's pussy up deep inside. All the come was mixing with her female juices, dripping down my shaft and leaking outside her pussy lips a little. My cock was utterly satisfied, and my body went limp while she sat on my lap. I closed my eyes and enjoyed coming down from my explosive orgasm. She turned around and hugged me, letting the people on the highway get a good view of her bare back and ass. 

The rest of the day was pretty uneventful. We enjoyed the scenery all afternoon, and had a great steak dinner that evening. We were both exhausted form the travel and the lovemaking, so we fell asleep very early that night. She wanted to stay up later, but I told her that I wanted to see the sunset over the desert early in the morning. We fell asleep, once again enjoying the gentle rocking of the train.

I got up really early, and sat down in the chair to watch the sunrise. It was still almost pitch dark outside, but there was a hint of dark blue in the sky. Heather was awake, but still resting in bed. I felt very sleepy, and my head kind of nodded as I dozed off, not even realizing I was falling back asleep. I really fell asleep for about ten minutes. I didn't wake up naturally; a very pleasant feeling awakened me below my waist. I was disoriented, and opened my eyes to see the beginning of an incredible sunset over the desert. The sun was an angry hot shade of reddish-orange. But like I said, I didn't wake up naturally. You see, my insatiable woman was down on the floor between my legs giving me a blowjob! 

She stopped sucking for a minute, and said "Just enjoy the sunrise, love. This should make it extra memorable." She stopped talking, and gently sucked the head of my cock. It was an amazing experience, watching such a beautiful sight out the window while she hungrily sucked on my stiff dick. She made exaggerated slurping sounds as she sucked and sucked. "Sluuurp..." Her tongue licked up and down the shaft while she played with my balls. I spread my legs and enjoyed the show. I averted my gaze from the window for just a minute so I could watch her head bobbing up and down on my cock. She was naked, and my boxers were on the floor. I didn't recall taking them off, so Heather must have stripped them from me while I was dozing off in the chair. Her wet mouth sucked my cock, paying extra attention to the sensitive underside, that spot just under the head of the cock that feels especially good when sucked on. She really got her lips and mouth wet, and coated my cock with her saliva. Her little sucking and slurping sounds were really turning my on, and I grabbed her shoulders tightly.

She just kept bobbing her head up and down, and sucking and slurping. One of her hands was holding my heavy come filled balls, and the other hand was stroking me off. She got her hand all wet and used it to stroke the part of my shaft that she couldn't quite swallow. She had more than half my cock in her mouth, and I could see the shape of the head of my cock in her cheeks. She let more saliva drip down on my cock, and really started to stroke and suck me fast. Although I usually close my eyes when I come, I wanted to look out the window. I got closer and closer to shooting out a load down her throat, and she kept moaning and making sounds. 

I couldn't take it much longer, and the orgasm started to build up as my cock got ready to let go. I bucked my hips up, sitting in the same place I had fucked her the night before. She took me in deep inside her hot mouth, and I let go, feeling all the energy in my body gravitate to my throbbing erection as a slid my cock in her mouth. She swirled her tongue on the head of my cock while sucking me off, and my cock exploded, filling her mouth with my hot come. She swallowed and swallowed, making exaggerated gulping sounds to go with the slurping sounds. She sucked and sucked, getting every last drop she could down her throat, while caressing my thighs. I collapsed on the chair, thanking her profusely for waking me up.

"I really liked the way you woke me up. Much better than that alarm clock!" I told her. "I was only asleep for a few minutes; it was like hitting snooze, only instead of the alarm ringing a second time, I got a blowjob! Wow, that rocked. I feel bad that you missed the sunrise though." I told her.




Riding The Rails Across America



"Hey, don't worry. I wasn't planning to get up and watch it anyway. And there's going to be a beautiful sunset tonight over the New Mexico desert. I'll bet I'd REALLY enjoy that while in the same position you were in, if you know what I mean John." She smiled and winked at me.

We had a lovely day aboard the train. First we had a quick breakfast, and then relaxed and talked all morning. Lunch was sandwiches, and then we sat in the lounge car again all afternoon. I leaned over the table and whispered to her "It looks like the sun is getting lower in the sky. You know what happens when it gets below the horizon" She let out a little gasp and touched my arm. "Just Imagine. You'll be siting on that chair where I sat this morning. I'll unbutton your pants, and slide them down your legs while you lay back in the chair and enjoy your sunset over the desert. Then I'll kiss your feet a little, and kiss my way up your legs." Her grip on my arm got tighter. "And then I'll lick my way all the way up your legs...and I mean ALL the way up! Right to the center of your legs...I'll plant soft kisses on your inner thighs...and then press my lips against your pussy. You will be sitting there and relaxing while I eat your sweet juicy pussy."

"Ooh...I can't wait!" She said. 

"Only two more hours. Just let your sweet little pussy get wetter and wetter while you imagine tonight." I told her.

"It's pretty wet already. I really don't think I can wait." She responded.

"It'll be worth the wait. You can watch the sun go down while I go down!"

We had a nice dinner, and I kept teasing her, getting her more and more excited. I whispered to her "Just a little longer, and my tongue will be slurping up your female juices while I stroke your thighs." She was breathing kind of heavy, and making little sighing noises. She was trying desperately to sit still, because the dining car was crowded. I whispered into her ear again. "Soon I'll use my fingertips to spread you open and finger you, while kissing your clit. She moaned a little too loud for a public setting, and a couple of people looked our way.

The waiter gave me a sly look, and asked me if I was ready for my check. He had a British accent. I paid him and thanked him for the meal. He looked at Heather and said, "Enjoy the rest of your trip. You Americans have such a large, beautiful countryside. There is going to be a smashing sunset tonight, and you don't want to miss it! I can see you two are already having a wonderful time!" 

We walked hand in hand to our compartment. I had a hard time keeping up with my horny woman. She threw the door open and locked it behind us. She sat down on the chair, and her fingers frantically worked on her zipper as she tried to strip her clothes off as fast as she could. I kneeled between her legs, and helped her remove her pants. "Feel how wet I am, John." She requested. I put my hand on her white lacy panties, and indeed, there was a little damp spot in front. I rubbed her clit through the panties, and she moaned rather loud. I slipped the panties off her, and she unbuttoned her blouse and took it off. She was wearing only a lacy white bra now, and she raised my hands to her breasts so I could feel how stiff her nipples were, even through the fabric. I unclasped the bra, and let those nice round jugs out. I kissed each nipple really slowly and teasingly, even though she was begging me to go down on her. "Ooh, please, no more waiting, I NEED my clit licked please..." she begged. I gave her pussy a little quick kiss, and then went down to her feet. 

"Just wait. Look out the window and enjoy the sunset!" I looked back, and saw the red glowing sun starting to dip below the horizon. The sky was blue and purple. I returned to her feet, and kissed them for awhile, rubbing her ankles while kissing the top of the feet. I worked my way up, slowly kissing up her legs. I rubbed the soft area behind her knees, and kissed the front of her legs. I kept going higher and higher, and I kissed her thighs. She gently put her arms around the back of my head and directed my head to her open pussy. My tongue bathed her inner thighs, and then I kissed the soft triangle of flesh just outside the pussy lips. She pushed my face into her lap until I was buried in her, and she begged me to lick her pussy. Slowly but surely, my tongue and mouth found her hot pussy, and I licked the lips up and down. 

I started with the outer lips, and then worked my mouth and tongue to her inner sanctum. I licked and licked until I got to just the right spot. I ate her pussy, circling her clit all around, moving my tongue in all different directions. Sometimes I would make my tongue all pointy and lick her clit good, and sometimes I slurped up and down her whole entire pussy with my tongue flat. She really went wild when I put a finger into her moist pussy, driving her to grind her hips up to meet my face. She let her legs rest on my shoulders, and moaned and moaned.

"Unnhh...Lick me good...ooh, I love it when you eat my cunt! Mmm...Feels awesome...OOH! My god...yeah, baby, I'm gonna come on your mouth soon...Umm...oh yeah, lover...feels...GOOD!" She panted. I concentrated on giving her clit extra pressure with my pointed tongue, and she pushed my head down to get even more pressure and stimulation. I wiggled my finger around deep inside her pussy, and her legs rubbed my shoulders. Finally, she spread her legs as far as they could go, one leg over each arm of the chair, and she let out a primal scream, really loud, and had an orgasm right on my face. 

"OOH...OOH...YES! Oh FUCK OH MY...UNNNHHH!...Uhmmm...OOH...Ahhh...ahh...ohmy...oh." She let go of my head, and lay there with a content look on her face. She was sweating so profusely you would think that she just ran a marathon. She couldn't talk for awhile, she was breathing so hard, and I looked down at her pussy and saw it quiver with little aftershocks from her orgasm. We both looked up just as the sunset was reaching its climax, so to speak. I have never seen such a picture perfect sunset. She walked her naked body over to the bed, and I sat down on the chair. 

"Tomorrow we'll be in Los Angeles." I told her. 

"Yes, I can't wait. We'll have so much fun, going to the beaches, seeing the sites." She said before dozing off. "And we'll go to the famous theme parks. I want to see if I can help make the 'Happiest place on Earth' even happier. I'll bet I'd be happy to COME there!"

I was sad that our train trip was ending soon, but now I had another erotic adventure to look forward to. I couldn't wait to get to the "Happiest Place on Earth" either! Especially with my wild crazy lover.



Riding The Range



My my, Mr. Smythe, I was so happy to find you were satisfied with our services. We just aim to please, sugar. And since you're back here on my Texas spread (wink wink) we might as well get Daddy's cadillac & I'll take you around & show you the sights. 


Come on darlin' you take the keys cause my hands.... um will be busy ya know? That's right, sugar, turn right here onto this country lane, & set the cruise control & relax. Whew!! It seems awful warm here now doesn't it? I think maybe if i unbutton this shirt I might get cooler. Yes, that's much better. I do love the feel of the wind on my nipples. In fact, if I wet my finger & rub my nipples, see! They get even harder. 

Watch it darlin', you nearly went off the road. Well I might as well pull off this shirt completely. You don't mind if I get out of these tight jeans, too, do you? I really need to get comfortable so I'll just slide them right off. Why thank you sir, I'm particularly proud of my ass & thighs. I believe a woman's ass should be tight enough to bounce a coin off of, do you agree? And her thighs should be milky white & soft, but strong enough to grip a gentleman's head between them when he is paying his respects to her pussy. 

In case it gets a little chilly I better keep this black silky thong on for a while. We'll decide later if it's warm enough to remove it. Aaaah now that I'm comfortable, how about you, sweetie? Oh dear, I'm afraid there is a terrible swelling going on in your pants! Let Susan help you out. Let's just unbuckle your belt, unzip your pants & slide my hand in. Oooooh, my my my heat AND swelling. Dr. Susan must take drastic measures before it's too late. 

First let's release the patient from the confines of your pants, Mr. Smythe. Goodness, he is a large fellow, isn't he. Red, engorged, throbbing, hot & the head so swollen it's purple. I just can't take my eyes off your friend. Would you mind if I stroked him? What a lovely feeling cock. It's gonna take both hands to encircle it. Now let me go slowly up & down squeezing your amazing shaft. I can't resist, I will have to put my tongue right there on the tip where cum is oozing. 

Yummy cummy. Flicking my tongue all around that swollen head. Licking up & down the underside of your cock. Slowly filling my mouth with your big beautiful cock. It slides right down into my throat as your hand presses my head down on it. Let me lay down here on the seat with my head in your lap while you drive. That way you can see me sucking your cock & my wet little pussy is right there handy if you want to finger me. Ooooh yeah, baby slide that finger under the elastic of my panties & find my clit & pinch & pull it. Watch how it quivers & convulses as you play with it. 

My soft white flesh is in sharp contrast to the red leather seat where I am spread out squirming as you continue to tickle & torture my little button. I begin making little moaning sounds as you slide your finger down further to find my sweet little honeypot. You push 1 finger into my hole , two, then three & finally four. I gasp as you invade my furry mound & turn on my back to give you more access to my cunt. I place 1 leg on the dash of the car & sling the other leg over the seat. I am wide-open for your exploration. But I make sure I can still keep your cock in my mouth. 

You now stop the car since you are in no condition to drive with a raging hard-on that has my mouth wrapped around it sliding it in & out. Once the car is stopped you pull your cock out of my mouth as I whimper in protest. You push the seat back & pull me into your lap. My hips rotate as I feel your hard cock pressing into my ass cheeks. You kiss me & your mouth trails down my throat to my pert little tits sitting so high & firm, the nipples quivering in expectation of your tongue. 

You gently pull a nipple into your mouth & suck it as your hand returns to the sweet muff between my legs. You push my legs apart & plunge your fingers into the molten volcano hidden there. My back arches as you force all your fingers into my snatch. My hips buck & my pelvis rises to meet your hand as you finger fuck me. "Oh baby" I moan, please fuck me baby. I need that hard cock right nowl" You open your door & you lift me out of car & around to the trunk where you lay me across it with my legs dangling helplessly. You slide your finger under the thong & pull it out of the opening between my butt cheeks & you pull them off. You now spread my legs & pull them up on each side of your hips. I am no wide open for your assault. My pussy is at the perfect heighth for you to slide your rod in . 

My body is on fire & needs your cock so bad. I push my ass back to meet your cock as it slides in & out & my moaning intensifies into screams as I cum drenching your cock in sticky pussy juice. I am still convulsing from my climax, when you slide your cock out of my pussy & explore the tender tight bunghole you can see. You rub my cum on your dick all over the tiny hole. 

I begin to whimper in fear & expectation. I try to squirm around to avoid your cock's intent, but you hold me tight as you make your first probe. I groan as you begin slowly to invade my ass. But as you continue your push into me my groans turn to mewls of pleasure as you begin pushing deep into me & nearly all the way out. My pussy is so tight it is hard to pull your cock but my asshole envelops it as you push in. The constriction on your cock & the sight of my round little ass & spread legs finally send you over the edge & you begin to cum in floods. My pussy is overflowing with your river of cum & it trickles back out & down my thighs as you continue to fuck me . Now you are fucking hard, slamming your cock in & out of my slit as you continue to cum. Soon you have completely spent your self & slide out of my dripping pussy. You turn me over & lift me up & we embrace as we both try to catch our breath & slow our heart rate down.

Well, I don't know if it helped you, but I'm much more relaxed now, Sugar. Sweet dreams.