0 comments/ 68849 views/ 6 favorites Scratching An Itch Ch. 1 By: Bob Peale Author's Note: This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached, as long as no charge is made for it and it isn't changed in any way. If it is archived or displayed, it is done so with the understanding that the author will have unrestricted access to the archive or posting. Additional stories can be found at www.literotica.com. Just go to the Stories section, select Indexed By Author, and look for Bob Peale. While you're there, check out some of the other great stories posted by other authors! Disclaimer: This story is a work fiction. None of the characters or events herein are based on real people, either living or dead. It was produced for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or if reading stories of a sexual nature upsets you, do not read any further! By reading further, you certify that you have accessed/requested access to this material willfully, and that you are an adult 21 years of age or older. You also certify that you are NOT a city, county, state, or federal law enforcement officer, official of the United States Postal Service, acting in the capacity of a representative of a telecommunications firm, and that, to your knowledge, this material does not offend the standards in your area, nor is it in violation of any of local, state, or federal law. No animals were harmed in the manufacture of this product. The call could not have come at a better time. Tania was getting so edgy she probably would have ended up doing something stupid before too long. In her role as supervisor of onsite customer support for a large software company, all service technicians were responsible to her, and she was responsible for all service call assignments. Most of her peers at other companies only went on the occasional site visit when morale amongst their troops was particularly low. But not Tania; she loved to go on calls. In fact, the more remote, the better. She worked out of necessity, but it wasn't financial. She'd married well at twenty five, wife number four of a very wealthy man. In both his business and his personal life, he was significantly more interested in the conquest. She suspected that he'd only married her because she was the local flavor of the month. 5'7" with red, almost crimson, shoulder length curls. Her features were sharp without being too severe, the blue of her eyes close to the color of the sky, her mouth full, even pouty. She would never be described as skinny, nor could she qualify as fat. An athlete since high school, Tania probably had less body fat on her than most men, yet her tits were full, accented by nipples normally hard from arousal and showing prominently through her shirt. Her hips flared seductively from a narrow waist, and were attached to well-muscled legs that many a man tried to bury his face between, but she typically hadn't been interested. Which of course was what attracted Austin to her in the first place. Now, 10 years later she'd outlasted wives number two and three combined. Still incredibly virile at 50, he'd fucked Tania almost everyday non-stop for over a year. During that time, she was not allowed to wear clothes around the house so that he could fuck her, wherever, whenever, and in front of whomever he wanted. Once the excitement wore off, sex between them dwindled down to an almost obligatory once a month, unless he'd suffered some sort of professional embarrassment. Then, he'd fuck her until she couldn't get out of bed for days. Otherwise, he directed his sexual energy toward bedding new conquests. She soon learned from the house staff that this was typically the way it went. Wife number two began her affair with a factory worker in town fifteen months after marrying Austin, and wife number three only managed to hold out for two years before she took up with an unhappily married attorney in the neighborhood. Naturally, once Austin found out, the men were financially and professionally destroyed, and the women quietly accepted a modest divorce settlement. So Tania decided early on that an affair, at least in the traditional sense, was not an option. To that end, her job gave her an out. Service calls gave her the freedom to play away from Austin's scrutiny. And since normally the trips were not recurring (not with any regularity), there was little risk that any extracurricular activities would develop into something even approaching permanent. Which brought her to her boss' call. It had been 3 weeks since her last assignment, and her pussy was actually starting to itch. She was masturbating regularly now, often three or 4 times a day. Thankfully, a client in Watertown, South Dakota was having a huge problem configuring their software, and needed help onsite as soon as possible. Aside from it being a high profile situation, it fulfilled the requirements of being far away and off the beaten path, two factors that almost always guaranteed that she would handle it personally. She left work immediately to go home and pack, so that she could grab a flight that would get her there sometime later that night. She was surprised to find Austin home. "Hi honey, what's up?" Austin called from the living room. She hadn't expected him to be home, but the advantages of being who he was that he could set his own hours...especially when it freed him up for a piece of ass. He'd probably been fucking the new maid. "Hi yourself. Gotta run; system is tanking in South Dakota," she called back as she bounded up the upstairs. First thing she did was grab a gym bag with all the things that she would need for a little "after hours fun" from the bottom of her closet. She tried to keep one packed and ready for a quick departure. They each had separate closets, and Austin didn't care what was in hers, so she never worried about him stumbling across it. Next, she rifled through her clothes, trying to select a week's worth of appropriate "client site" clothes. She didn't expect the job to take more than a few days, but it was always good to be prepared. She had no idea that Austin was even upstairs until he slammed her against the wall. Now 60, he was still in phenomenal shape; even if she'd known he was there, she probably couldn't have prevented it, but at least she would have been prepared. Like everything else, he took his physique very seriously. He lifted weights every day for at least an hour, and ran or swam for an additional hour every morning, all before six a.m. He was a commanding 6' 7", with no sign of stooping from age, and weighed 280 pounds, most of it sold muscle. From behind, people often mistook him for a football player. His blow knocked the wind out of her, making it even easier for him to hold Tania against the wall, pinning both wrists above her head with one hand. "So, on your way to South Dakota are you?" he asked softly. Like most big men, he almost never raised his voice. "Austin," she said shakily, trying to loosen his grip. "Cut it out. I have to pack and get on a plane. And this hurts" She was actually very nervous; he'd never seemed to care before what she did on these trips, so she was concerned that he was suddenly showing an interest. She'd come to the conclusion long ago that the big mistake wives number two and three made was embarrassing Austin. When they started fooling around where everyone could see, it gave the impression that Austin was vulnerable, that someone could take something of his. Of course he caught her that first time; you don't get to be as powerful as Austin by letting anything catch you by surprise, so he had her followed whenever she went out of town. When she came back, he thanked her for being so discreet, and than fucked her silly, until she screamed over and over that he was much better than the out of town lay. "Gonna get a little out of town cock?" he asked. Before she could answer, he delivered a stinging blow across her ass with his free hand. "Austin! What the fuck!?!" "Shut up. I'm too lenient with you," he said simply, kicking her legs apart and raising her hands higher. He continued to slap her ass, the crack of each blow and her sobs the only sound on the floor. The house staff wouldn't dare interfere. Finally, he stopped, but only long enough to unzip her skirt and let it fall to the floor. Violently, he ripped her panties off, exposing her ass, and resumed the assault. His hand was huge, large enough to easily cover both cheeks. Occasionally, he would connect hard enough to brush her pussy, sending a jolt of pleasure that conflicted with the excruciating pain that she felt. He didn't stop until she slumped limply against the wall, her ass glowing hotly. When he spun her around and dragged her out of the closet, the first thing she noticed was that he was naked. The next thing she noticed is that he was hard as a rock; the spanking had aroused him like she hadn't seen in years. Like everything else, his cock was tremendous. In it's current state, it was close to its limit, which she knew to be 10" long and 4.5" around. She shivered. He threw her face down on the bed, holding her there with one hand while he spit in his palm and lubed up his cock. Cruelly, he grabbed an ass cheek in each hand and positioned his cock on her asshole. She winced, her ass still tender from his slaps, but the sensation was almost immediately replaced by the searing pain caused by his cock head plunging past her asshole. She arched her back sharply, pressing her pelvis into the bed, trying to get away from it, but there was no place to go. Instantly, her nipples hardened, rubbing against the inside if her bra, igniting a garbled scream mixed with a moan. One of his fucks must have turned him on to anal sex recently, because lately he fucked her ass more than he did her pussy. Thankfully, this wasn't the first time she'd had him in her ass, or she probably would have blacked out, but it still wasn't easy going. He reached around and began rubbing and squeezing her nipples through her shirt, which made her relax her anal ring and allowed him to push forward deeper. He pumped like a jackhammer, spreading her asshole cruelly, working his cock in until his balls slapped her ass. He was pinching her nipples harder now, and her clit rubbed roughly against the bedspread with each thrust. She came without warning, making her buck so hard she almost threw him off her, and causing her to clamp her ass around his cock like a vice. He pulled out almost all the way, stretching her with his cock head, starting her orgasm anew. With a roar he flooded her ass, hot cum spraying deep inside her; she was so drained she just lay there as he emptied into her. When he withdrew, her ass stayed spread, her asshole gaping and raw, as red as the rest of her ass. He leaned over and kissed her neck. "Have fun in South Dakota. Behave yourself." To Be Continued... Scratching An Itch Ch. 2 Author's Note: This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached, as long as no charge is made for it and it isn't changed in any way. If it is archived or displayed, it is done so with the understanding that the author will have unrestricted access to the archive or posting. Additional stories can be found at www.literotica.com. Just go to the Stories section, select Indexed By Author, and look for Bob Peale. While you're there, check out some of the other great stories posted by other authors! Disclaimer: This story is a work fiction. None of the characters or events herein are based on real people, either living or dead. It was produced for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or if reading stories of a sexual nature upsets you, do not read any further! By reading further, you certify that you have accessed/requested access to this material willfully, and that you are an adult 21 years of age or older. You also certify that you are NOT a city, county, state, or federal law enforcement officer, official of the United States Postal Service, acting in the capacity of a representative of a telecommunications firm, and that, to your knowledge, this material does not offend the standards in your area, nor is it in violation of any of local, state, or federal law. No animals were harmed in the manufacture of this product. As it turned out, the system was a total disaster. After a week, she finally understood what the problem was, but she had at least a week more of work ahead of her to make it right. To make matters worse, Watertown was not exactly a bustling metropolis. It was a small, family oriented town, with only three bars, and no other night life to speak of. But it wasn't a total loss; most women in town were happily married and well into their third child, so there was not a lot of competition for male attention. Especially at the bar she settled on, which was the least respectable of the group. Not like she'd ever really had a problem with competition. On these "excursions" she dressed for maximum effect. Her hair hung in loosely at her shoulders, framing her face and making her blue eyes seem dark and mysterious. She was that rare type of redhead, one who actually could tan, and fortunate enough to live in a climate that allowed her to maintain it naturally. Of course, she had no tan lines, so her nipples stood out invitingly pink against the golden brown of her skin. She favored tank tops (preferably light colored or white to show off the tan) with thin, straps, usually a size or so too small so that it strained to cover her tits. The tanks were always very see through, so that when she sat at the bar and the light caught her just right, you could see everything. She worked out almost as religiously as Austin, so even at her age her tits still measured an impressive 36C, sitting full and firm. She never wore any type of underwear to these places; a bra or panties would just get in the way. And usually, she preferred shorts rather than a skirt, so she could leave SOMETHING to the imagination. She liked to make guys guess whether or not her pussy was shaved bald (it wasn't; the curly red hair was a bigger turn on). On Tuesday night of the second week, with the disaster finally behind her, she finally met Ron. He was a nice enough guy, 38 years old, a little overweight, and a machinist in a factory one town over. He was around her height, with sandy blonde hair and clean-shaven, and tended to get a little macho after a few beers. But most importantly, he was married. He'd been eyeing her for almost a week, but hadn't been able to work up the courage to approach her. He would come into the bar after his shift ended at 11pm, throw a few back and talk to his friends before he went home. The first night they talked, his bravado growing the longer they spoke. She could see the wheels turning as he drunkenly leaned forward and asked her if she had any "friends" in town. "I thought maybe you might want to be my friend," she replied innocently. His grin spread. They chit chatted some more, and his advances got stronger, but she politely deflected them. Her mission accomplished, she stood up, rubbing her tits against his arm. "How often do you come here?" she asked in a low voice. "Every night except Sunday and Monday. Those are my days off." "Then I'm sure I'll see you later." Over the next two days, she flirted a little harder, and he responded increasingly stronger. By Friday, she was sure she had him, but she figured she'd better make sure. The bar was 5 deep, and people who had been drinking heavily in celebration of the weekend since 5pm surrounded her on all sides. By the time he got to her, he was hot and irritated, but she had a beer waiting for him. He smiled as she held it out to him. "I was afraid you wouldn't make it," she yelled over the din of the crowd. She motioned for him to lean closer. "I have been thinking about you all day," she whispered deeply. "I even managed to cum twice thinking about what it was probably like to be fucked by you." He pulled back, startled. He could smell that she'd been drinking, but he also saw that she was serious. But this was crazy; women like her didn't hit on men like him! "Tania," he began uncomfortably...and unconvincingly. "I'm a married man. Sure, you're beautiful and all..." She grabbed one of his meaty hands and turned back to face the bar. Today, she had worn a skirt, so that she would be able to pull this off. Carefully she maneuvered his hand to her crotch, until his fingertips brushed her sopping pussy. His eyes widened, but he said nothing. Very deliberately, she parted her legs, until she was able to slide one of his fingers past the folds of her outer lips and into the warmth of her waiting pussy. He felt her contract and begin to rhythmically hump the finger she'd inserted. He looked around; nobody was paying any attention to him or her. He felt his cock harden at the thought of their little secret. She turned to him, her face calm but her eyes frantic, the only indication of the arousal she was feeling. "I'm going to cum again. I need to feel you in me," she mouthed silently. She let out a low, almost imperceptible moan as her orgasm started, closing her eyes tightly and rocking softly. When she was finished, she opened her eyes and looked at him, holding his hand in place. "I'm leaving town after tomorrow night. Can you meet me? No one has to know." The smell of pussy filled his nose and clouded his brain. He couldn't believe that no one else smelled it, too. As if it was someone else speaking, he heard himself say, "I'll take off early tomorrow. Where are you staying?" Without answering him, she squeezed her eyes tight and began moaning softly again. He felt her pussy wrap around his finger, pulsing as a second orgasm took control of her muscles. He was amazed that she didn't fall over from exhaustion. "Don't take it out," she said after her breathing returned to normal. She put her purse on her lap, covering his hand, while she fished around inside for a pen. Tentatively, he wriggled his finger, and was rewarded with a breathy sigh. Emboldened he roughly forced a second one in. She bit down on her lip to keep from squealing as her hand went limp in her bag, the pen forgotten. Hidden safely by the purse, he was able to maneuver his thumb around until he could stroke her clit while he forced his fingers into her. He could see her nipples stabbing through the thin material of her shirt as she worked toward her third orgasm in under an hour. His cock strained painfully against his pants, and he could feel the precum slowly leaking out. Waking from her lust-induced daze, Tania found a pen and wrote down the motel and room number where she was staying. Leaving her bag in place, she began fucking his hand. Suddenly, she reached down and pulled it out, laying it heavily on the table. It took a minute for her to regain her composure. "This way I'll be really wet for you tomorrow," she said, handing him the slip of paper and standing. The smell of sex wafted up with her, making his cock throb painfully. The next evening, Ron pulled up outside Tania's room around 9pm. He was pleased that she'd picked this one; it was out of the way, close to the town line. No one he knew would see his car, and if they did, they probably didn't want to be recognized anymore than he did. The accommodations hadn't been accidental. Tania had searched out the motel that would afford her the greatest privacy. This one had a few rooms that were actually in a different building from the front desk, with front doors that didn't face the road, and parking that was hidden from view. Like most of the places where she played, this really was a small town; she knew that she would have much better luck if the guy she picked up thought that there was little chance of getting caught. Ron had debated coming, even after he told his foreman that he didn't feel well and had left work early. He was sure people had seen him talking to Tania in the bar, even though he'd tried to be discreet. Except for last night, he'd never even touched her arm. Man, if anything ever got back to his wife, she'd kill him. But he'd been so fucking turned on he'd cum in his pants on his way home. He could still smell the musky smell of her pussy after two orgasms. He'd sniffed his fingers all the way home, and sucked on them while he jerked off before climbing in bed. Then he fucked Linda until SHE'D fallen asleep content and satisfied! He couldn't believe that he'd been able to get hard that many times in one night. So there was really no way that he was going to pass up this chance. He knocked on the door of the room lightly, trying not to draw any attention to himself in the deserted parking lot. He thought he heard movement behind the door, but didn't get a response, so he knocked again. This time, he did hear a muffled "Come in", so he tried the doorknob. The door swung open, but he froze in his tracks. Tania was sitting on the floor spread eagle, totally nude and covered in sweat. A small clamp cruelly pinched each long, pink nipple. One hand was plunging a dildo in and out of her pussy as fast as it could, while the other was jammed in her mouth, muffling her moans. "I couldn't wait," she panted. "Now get over here quick and give me something to suck on to keep me quiet while I cum!" To Be Continued... Scratching An Itch Ch. 3 Author's Note: This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached, as long as no charge is made for it and it isn't changed in any way. If it is archived or displayed, it is done so with the understanding that the author will have unrestricted access to the archive or posting. Additional stories can be found at www.literotica.com. Just go to the Stories section, select Indexed By Author, and look for Bob Peale. While you're there, check out some of the other great stories posted by other authors! Disclaimer: This story is a work fiction. None of the characters or events herein are based on real people, either living or dead. It was produced for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or if reading stories of a sexual nature upsets you, do not read any further! By reading further, you certify that you have accessed/requested access to this material willfully, and that you are an adult 21 years of age or older. You also certify that you are NOT a city, county, state, or federal law enforcement officer, official of the United States Postal Service, acting in the capacity of a representative of a telecommunications firm, and that, to your knowledge, this material does not offend the standards in your area, nor is it in violation of any of local, state, or federal law. No animals were harmed in the manufacture of this product. She was gorgeous! Her knees were bent, her feet planted flat on the floor, the only sound in the room the slight sucking sound her pussy made as it tried to grip and hold onto the dildo. Here in the motel room, she had no reason to mask her reactions, so her face was awash with both lust and pleasure. Her hips rose slightly to meet the dildo on each down thrust and her eyes rolled, giving away how good it felt. There was no way that he was going to keep her waiting; guys like him NEVER got to fuck girls like this, not even in their dreams! He shed his clothes as quickly as he could and positioned his cock in front of her face. His cock was nowhere near as long as Austin's; it would be hard pressed to measure even 6". But surprisingly, it was a whole lot thicker. It very well could have been the heightened sexual energy in the room, but to Tania it looked almost as big around as a coke bottle! Stretching her mouth to admit it, she wasn't sure she'd be able to open wide enough, but damned if she wasn't going to try. In spite of her head start, he was as horny as she was. As soon as she managed to wrap her lips around the head of his cock, he tried to ram it down her throat. Taking control of the situation, Tania grabbed Ron's hips and pushed him back, restricting his motion, and allowing her to lick and slurp his cock until it glistened. Then, stretching her mouth as wide as she could, she eased his cock head back in, biting softly on it as it passed her teeth. It was his turn to groan. He could not believe how incredibly hot and tight her mouth was. Just thinking about what her pussy must feel like made him twitch hard, thumping against the roof of her mouth. His cock now firmly in her mouth, she slowly moved down his shaft, swallowing constantly so that her throat muscles squeezed his cock, still holding his hips so that she could control his thrusts. Gradually, he took control back, gripping her head with both hands so that could slowly fuck her face. Satisfied that he wasn't going to choke her, Tania released his hips, freeing one hand to fondle his ball sac and the other to resume fucking herself with the dildo. Moments later she sucked forcefully and began moaning, making the cock in her mouth vibrate. He guessed from experience that she was in the middle of cumming. It took every ounce of self-control and willpower not to shoot in her mouth; he wanted to fuck her more than anything, and he was pretty sure that that she wanted the same thing. "C'mere, baby," she purred, pulling her head back until his cock popped free, climbing up on the bed, and getting on her hands and knees. "I want to try to take that in my ass. You up for it?" Her pussy was red and puffy, so wet it looked like he could fit his whole fist in it. Her legs quivered slightly, a reminder of the orgasm she'd just had. Her asshole was pink and puckered, parted slightly from arousal. He could see that she'd been fucked there before. His cock was a solid rod of flesh like steel, thicker than he ever remembered it being. He stroked it slowly as he walked over and positioned himself behind her. "I don't think it'll fit," he said, disappointment welling up in his voice. "Let me worry about that. I won't waste that wonderful cock!" Tania reached between her legs and jammed three fingers in her pussy, twisting and turning them until they were dripping with juice. She worked two fingers deep into her ass, forcing her muscles to stretch and relax. Then she stuck all three back in her pussy, so that they'd be wet enough to get Ron's cock slick. For added lubrication, she grabbed him as best she could and rubbed it along her slit. Then she raised it so that his cock head was right on her anal ring. "Put that fucker in me, " she begged, taking a deep breath and pushing back on his cock. In response, he leaned forward. He started rocking, trying to work it in, but it just wouldn't go. Frustrated, she reached under and started finger fucking herself. Her excitement made her start sweating again; finally, his massive cock started to move forward. Grunting loudly, she squeezed her ass as tight as she could and pushed back against his cock, her breath coming in short bursts now. The combination of effort, sweat and arousal finally paid off; grabbing her hips, Ron was able to force his cock head in. "Oh fuck!" she screamed. "I can't..fucking..believe..it's in!" she moaned, her head dropping to the bed. "Don't move; please God don't move!" He held still for a minute, as surprised as she was that he was actually inside. He'd never been in anyone's ass before; it was like he was a virgin all over again. Even as Tania whimpered, overwhelmed by the pain and pleasure of their accomplishment, he pushed forward. Her back arched as she tried to pull away, but he held her in place, excited by his first ass fuck. She began to groan loudly as her asshole was spread and stretched violently by his cock. Once they established a rhythm, he reached down and stuck a finger in her cunt, rubbing her clit with his thumb like he had last night in the bar. "Uhhh," she moaned, pushing harder against his cock. She could feel an orgasm building, maybe her most powerful ever, but she couldn't put any effort into hurrying it along. All her strength was currently devoted to keeping from collapsing under the punishing strokes of Ron's cock. The only sound in the room was her ragged breathing and the sound of flesh connecting wetly. He increased his pace, drilling into her painfully. She collapsed under the onslaught, her ass gripping him so tight that she pulled him with her. His cock wedged even further into her, forcing a scream out of her seemingly from her bowels as he plunged deeper than she imagined he could. She tried to put some distance between them, but he had her pinned, and she only succeeded in improving his access. When he grabbed her hips again and picked up his pace, Tania knew he was close to cumming. She tried to relax her asshole, to decrease the friction, so that maybe he could hold on a little longer. "No, no, no, no," she chanted, almost prayer like, willing Ron to restrain himself. She was still minutes away, and she really needed to cum badly. She even managed to free his cock from her ass, hoping that this might slow him down. Disregarding her pleas he erupted, spraying her ass and back with stream after stream of hot, sticky cum. Fuck! She was so fucking close! Why the hell couldn't he have held on for another lousy ten minutes? Pissed, she managed to squirm out from under him, pushing him onto the floor in the process. "Get the fuck out, you selfish bastard," she hissed. "What's wrong?" he asked, genuinely puzzled. "You couldn't wait for me? You have that little self control?" The anger and frustration was woven interchangeably into her speech. He shrugged. "I'm really sorry. Actually, I'm surprised it took me that long; you were so tight," he said as he reached for his pants and shoes. "What a waste of a great cock," she growled. "Just get the hell out!" He moved toward her. "We could try again; this time, maybe if I just fucked your pussy..." he began hopefully. Tania's eyes hardened. "If you're not out of here in five minutes, I'm calling the police." "For what?" he asked nervously. "Hmm, let's see... my ass stretched and raw, your spunk all over me...I don't think it would be too hard to prove rape." "But you invited me," he sputtered. "Maybe, maybe not. Got any witnesses?" His shoulders slumped. "And in such a small town, I wonder how long it would take your wife to find out?" He stiffened as if he'd been slapped. Scooping up the rest of his stuff, he ran to the door. "You're fucking crazy," he said on his way out. Moments later, she heard the sound of an engine starting, followed by tires squealing as Ron pealed out of the parking lot. She chuckled thinking about the look of terror on his face when she'd mentioned his wife. She'd made a good choice. As horny as she still was, she knew that there was no way she was going to get off now. Her ass was on fire; she still couldn't believe that fucking thing had fit. She stood up and pried the stiffening cum soaked sheets off her, and made her way into the bathroom. It wasn't until she was soaking up to her neck in a steaming hot bath that the pain settled into a dull ache and she could finally bring her legs together. To Be Continued... Scratching An Itch Ch. 4 Author's Note: This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached, as long as no charge is made for it and it isn't changed in any way. If it is archived or displayed, it is done so with the understanding that the author will have unrestricted access to the archive or posting. Additional stories can be found at www.literotica.com. Just go to the Stories section, select Indexed By Author, and look for Bob Peale. While you're there, check out some of the other great stories posted by other authors! Disclaimer: This story is a work fiction. None of the characters or events herein are based on real people, either living or dead. It was produced for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or if reading stories of a sexual nature upsets you, do not read any further! By reading further, you certify that you have accessed/requested access to this material willfully, and that you are an adult 21 years of age or older. You also certify that you are NOT a city, county, state, or federal law enforcement officer, official of the United States Postal Service, acting in the capacity of a representative of a telecommunications firm, and that, to your knowledge, this material does not offend the standards in your area, nor is it in violation of any of local, state, or federal law. No animals were harmed in the manufacture of this product. Tania slept late into the next afternoon. When she woke up, she showered quickly, then returned to bed and propped her feet up. Using both hands she played with her nipples, tugging and squeezing them roughly until her hips bucked uncontrollably. Their normal pinkish color, already flushed red from arousal, was now dark crimson under her dedicated manipulation. Moving one hand down to her vulva, she used her middle finger to coax her clit out of its hood. Soon she was imitating the action on her nipples, teasing her hardening clit mercilessly. The sheet under her was drenched in her sweat and the drippings from her pussy. She continued along this path for the next two hours, always stopping short of orgasm. By the time dusk rolled around, she was out of her mind horny. Collecting the "goodie" bag she'd brought from home, Tania threw on a sweatshirt and shorts and jumped in her rental car. She didn't dare clean up; she wanted the smell of sex to stay with her, keeping her aroused. Twenty minutes later she turned onto a neat, middle class looking block and parked near the corner. She didn't pass anyone in the twilight on her way to Ron's house. She'd followed him home after the second night that she'd seen him in the bar. Just in case he turned out to be the one. Like most houses on the block, the garage door was still open. In neighborhoods like this, people didn't usually close them until the street lamps came on; after all, everybody knew everybody else, right? Looking around one last time, she made sure no one was watching as she slipped in quietly next to the single car. Once inside, she unscrewed each bulb and shook it until the filament inside shattered, then replaced it in the socket. This way, when someone came out to shut the garage door, she wouldn't cast a shadow from her hiding place behind the car. For the next two and a half hours, she just sat and waited. Eventually, Ron's wife came out and absently pushed the button to close the garage door. She didn't even bother with the light. Tania looked at her watch: 9:00. She stood and stretched. Hopefully, they'd be going to sleep soon. At 10:30, the light shining under the door between the garage and the house went out. An hour later, she gingerly reached out and tried the knob. It turned, and the door swung in. She'd counted on the fact that most people don't lock the inside door when they have a garage, figuring that they're safe if the garage is shut. However, she came prepared in case she was wrong; she had lock picks in her bag, and knew how to use them. She stripped off her clothes in the garage, stuffed them in her bag, and walked inside the house. Her eyes were used to the dark from sitting in the garage so long, so she had no trouble seeing around. The door opened into the kitchen; no surprise there. At the far end were two openings. One led into a combination living room/family room (she could make out sofas and a television), the other to a hallway. Walking toward the archway that led to the hallway, Tania noticed 3 doors. She assumed that one would lead to Ron's bedroom; the one closest to her was open and revealed a bathroom. She figured her best bet was to wait in there. The bathroom was simple and old fashioned, with a sink, a washbasin, and a tub. The tub had a cutesy shower curtain that would hide her as long as she stayed behind it and didn't move. Without her watch, time moved painfully slow. Her legs cramped from standing still so long, but her discomfort was instantly forgotten when the light popped on. She held her breath and stood stock still, trying not to make a sound. From the sounds coming from the other side of the curtain, it was pretty obvious that it was Ron's wife Linda up for a little late night relief. Tania smiled cruelly as she pushed back the shower curtain and leaped out of the tub, a particularly menacing hunting knife in one hand, the other hand clamping tightly over Linda's mouth. "So help me, if you make just one sound, or put up any sort of fight, you'll be dead before he gets in here," she whispered. Linda's eyes widened in fear and surprise. "Nod if you understand," she continued. Linda nodded. "Good. Stand up." She was quite a bit shorter than Tania, no more than 5'2" or 5'3". She had an average build, a little thick around the hips, thighs and belly, but not really overweight. Her brown hair hung straight down her back, and the thick patch of brown pubic hair almost matched it exactly in color. Her face was not particularly memorable, and her skin was kind of pale, or at least would normally be if it weren't flushed right now from fear. She turned Linda around, keeping her hand over her mouth and placing the knife near her kidney. Linda flinched and began sniffling. Tania commanded her to quiet down. She led her into the tub, where she'd attached the ends of two sets of handcuffs to a towel bar that was built into the tile work. "Fasten your hand in one of those cuffs, bitch," Tania growled, low and menacing. "Good, now I'm going to remove my hand, so I can fasten the other one. If you make ANY noise, I'll cut you," she continued after Linda complied. To emphasize this, she pressed the knife into Linda's side, drawing a tiny, but memorable, spot of blood. Tears ran down Linda's face, but to her credit, she remained silent. Once both hands were secured to the towel bar, Tania was free to get some other stuff out of the back. Pulling Linda's head back, she stuffed a large rubber ball in her mouth and tied it in place with a leather gag. Next, she pulled out a thick, penis shaped vibrator, almost as thick around as Linda's wrist (which was probably as thick as Austin's cock). It would have given a lot of women a little trouble, but given the size of Ron's cock, Tania didn't think that there would be a problem. She laid the vibrator on the edge of the tub, along with a pair of panties that she'd packed that snapped on the sides, fastening like a diaper. Sliding between Linda and the wall, she attached her mouth to Linda's pussy, jamming her tongue in deep while holding her steady to keep from being pressed against the wall. At first, Linda struggled wildly, or at least as wildly as she could in her position. Gradually, the intensity of her movements decreased in direct correlation to the amount her moans increased, muffled by the ball gag. Tania took out all of her pent up frustration on Linda's pussy, nibbling and slurping with abandon. When Linda began humping Tania's face, Tania deftly reached over and picked up the dildo, inserting it into Linda with one quick motion. Linda's head shot back in acknowledgement of the suddenness of the intrusion. Almost as quickly, Tania pulled the panties through Linda's legs and snapped the sides, securing the dildo in her pussy; then she reached between Linda's legs and switched it on. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!" Linda moaned as her knees buckled. For a moment she hung there, painfully suspended from the towel bar, until she gathered enough strength to regain her footing. Tania artfully slid out from under her and climbed out of the tub, picking up her bag. "Have fun," she whispered. "I'll be back." Out in the hallway, one of the other doors was now ajar; she guessed that this was the bedroom. Peeking in carefully, she saw Ron passed out on the bed. He was snoring loudly, and didn't stir when she walked into the room. As a precaution, she closed the door so that he wouldn't hear Linda if she started making a lot of noise in the bathroom. Being careful not to rattle anything, Tania removed several lengths of rope and 4 more sets of handcuffs. She looped a length of rope through the closed end of each pair of handcuffs, and then tied a length to each leg of the bed. Now it was all about touch and timing. It would probably take a herd of elephants stampeding across his chest to wake him, but if he stirred, it was going to get ugly. She had a gun in her bag that she'd picked up locally, so she could still go through with her plan, but she hoped that it wouldn't come to that. Carefully, she lifted each wrist, tightening the open end of the handcuff around it until it just touched his skin. She waited a little after she was done, just to make sure that he was still out. When she was confident, she repeated the actions with his ankles. Now for the fun part. She crawled over to one of the ropes that secured his ankle and pulled it even tighter, stretching his leg to the end of the bed. "What?" he mumbled groggily, unsure what was happening. Before it could register, she did the same thing with the other leg, so that he was spread almost to the edges of the full size mattress. By the time he was fully awake, she was able to tighten one of his arms, bringing it perpendicular to his body. "Hey Ron, how's it going?" she asked calmly, standing up. He snapped his head in her direction, and then whipped it around, probably looking for Linda. Tania climbed on the bed and straddled his stomach, her pussy sticking wetly to it. With the hand that wasn't secured as tightly he managed to grab her thigh and squeeze it cruelly. "What the fuck is this?" he shouted. "Let me go, you crazy bitch!" She slapped him hard across the face. "Watch your mouth." "I said let me go," he growled, squeezing harder. "Linda, there's someone here. Call the police!" "She can't help you; she's tied up," she gritted through her teeth. His eyes widened and he relaxed his grip slightly. "Oh shit. What do you want?" "You owe me, and I'm here to collect," she said simply. Fear danced behind his eyes. He never expected that the bar would lead to this. "Now let go of my leg and lay back so I can finish tightening the cuffs." "What the fuck? Are you crazy? I'm not letting you tighten anything!" What choice do you have?" she asked, smiling cruelly. "There's no one else here. And I promise, Linda can't help you now." She purposely sounded more sinister than she needed to. Let him wonder what had happened to his wife. The fear in his eyes turned up a notch. She was able to pry his hand off with little problem. "That's a boy," she said, sliding off him on the other side. She bent over and pulled the fourth rope tight. His arms were now stretched out in a "T", and his legs were spread as far as the bed would allow. Satisfied, she stood up and walked to the door, bringing her bag with her. "Wait a second! Where are you going?" he screamed. "Don't worry," she laughed. "I'll be back." To Be Continued... Scratching An Itch Ch. 5 Author's Note: This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached, as long as no charge is made for it and it isn't changed in any way. If it is archived or displayed, it is done so with the understanding that the author will have unrestricted access to the archive or posting. Additional stories can be found at www.literotica.com. Just go to the Stories section, select Indexed By Author, and look for Bob Peale. While you're there, check out some of the other great stories posted by other authors! Disclaimer: This story is a work fiction. None of the characters or events herein are based on real people, either living or dead. It was produced for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or if reading stories of a sexual nature upsets you, do not read any further! By reading further, you certify that you have accessed/requested access to this material willfully, and that you are an adult 21 years of age or older. You also certify that you are NOT a city, county, state, or federal law enforcement officer, official of the United States Postal Service, acting in the capacity of a representative of a telecommunications firm, and that, to your knowledge, this material does not offend the standards in your area, nor is it in violation of any of local, state, or federal law. No animals were harmed in the manufacture of this product. She went back down the hallway to the bathroom. Linda was slumped against the wall whimpering and mumbling, but barely audible over the sound of the vibrator. "Time for us to have some fun," Tania said lightly, slapping Linda's ass playfully. Linda was a quivering mess from the constant stimulation, almost to the point of being in pain. She actually dreaded the next orgasm. It had taken Tania forty minutes to deal with Ron. Tania unfastened one handcuff from the bar and attached it, behind Linda's back, to a link in a chain she'd retrieved from her bag. She did the same with the other hand and led Linda unsteadily back to the bedroom. She really was in no condition to put up any sort of a fight. Picking up a final pair of handcuffs, Tania attached the end of the chain to one cuff, and the other cuff tightly to the bedroom doorknob. Then she walked back over to the bed and crawled between Ron's legs, reached into the fly of is pajamas, and licked him until his magnificent cock stirred. "Oh yeah, that's what I remember," Tania purred. When he was rock hard, she climbed off the bed and walked over to Linda, who was lying on her back near the door. "Would you like me to turn off the vibrator, Linda?" she asked, looking down at her. Linda nodded her head as vigorously as she could manage. "Ok, here's the deal. I'll turn it off, and even take the gag off if you do exactly what I say. Understand?" Again, she nodded. Tania reached down and felt between Linda's leg to find the base of the vibrator and switched it off. She heard an audible sigh, even through the gag. After removing the gag, she walked back to the bed. It was time to get Ron totally in the mood. When she'd gone to get Linda, she'd taken her bag with her into the hallway, but she'd purposely left her knife by the bed. Now she picked it up and walked toward Ron. "Wha...what are you going to do with that?" he asked wide eyed, his hard on subsiding a little as the fear overtook him. "I guess that really depends on you,: Tania answered, slipping the blade under the waistband of his pajama bottoms. She felt him flinch. "Careful, Ron. This thing is very sharp; I'd hate for you to lose anything." She moved it around to his side and slid it down the outside of his leg, cutting the material away like it was made of spider webs. Then she returned to his waist and positioned the knife on the outside of his other leg, repeating the process. Once the knife was safely away from his body, Ron pulled at his restraints trying to free himself. Tania watched for a while, amused, while he worked up a sweat. "I've been doing this a long time. I'd be real surprised if you got free before I wanted you to." She looked over at Linda, slumped on the floor and only semi conscious. It was finally Tania's turn for some pleasure. She walked over and bent down, flipping the vibrator back on. "Oh God, no!" Linda moaned hoarsely. "Please, please make it stop." "I will, dear," Tania said soothingly. "I will. But first, you have to do something for me." "Anything! Just please turn it off," she begged. "Well, I'm going to fuck your husband. But in order to do that, I really need your help. I'll never get that thing in me without you. I need you to get me really wet, then I'll turn it off." At that moment, Linda started to shake, caught in the grip of another orgasm. Her face contorted in a mask that was part ecstasy, part terror. Tania squatted over Linda, then dropped to a kneel, her crotch touching Linda's partially open mouth. "Lick me Linda; eat my pussy." There was no movement. Tania rubbed a pussy firmly over Linda's mouth. "I said lick it. I'm not turning off that damned thing until I'm wet." Slowly, Linda stuck out her tongue and tasted Tania. Her pussy was salty and musky from the hours of masturbation back at the motel, and would take some getting used to. Especially for a woman that had never been with another woman, who had never tasted anything but cock. Ron craned his head to see what was going on on the floor. Because of their position, all he could see was an area from Tania's face to the bottom of her tits. She smiled and licked her lips seductively, squeezing her nipples as she rocked back and forth on Linda's face. Linda was panting under her, right into her pussy, and it felt wonderful. It wasn't long before Tania was moaning, her nipples two pink little rocks pinned to a gorgeous pair of golden tits rising and falling much more rapidly now. Caught up in the action, Linda tried to stuff her tongue in Tania, forcing it rapidly in and out, doing anything she could to please her and stop the torture. Tania was on the verge of a truly powerful cum. With the last of her resolve she stood up, albeit shakily, and broke the contact with Linda's mouth. "Oh shit that was good. You sure you haven't done that before?" she asked weakly. Looking over at Ron, she saw that he was deliciously hard again. His cock looked even thicker than she remembered it, as impossible as that seemed. He must have really enjoyed what he could see. As promised, she bent over and switched off the vibrator. Linda gasped at the sudden respite, and Tania thought she heard a mumbled thanks. She unsnapped the both sides of the panties to expose Linda's pussy. It was swollen and crusted with the results of almost constant stimulation. The smell of sex was so overpowering that Tania started to drip from its strength. She reached down and slowly withdrew the vibrator. Linda's pussy still flexed lovingly around it, gripping it as she pulled. It figured; anyone married to a piece of meat like Ron had to LOVE sex. With the vibrator still dripping with juice from Linda's pussy, Tania climbed back on the bed between Ron's legs and gave his cock a long lick from his balls to the ridge of his head. His cock twitched in anticipation of what else awaited, and he sighed deeply, despite being restrained. During one of several subsequent licks, Tania placed the tip of the vibrator against the opening of his ass. His eyes flew open. "Oh Shit Tania, no!" He tried to clench his ass against the invasion that he knew was imminent. Unfortunately, the vibrator was slick enough that the tightened muscles only aided with insertion. One firm push was all it took for Tania to lodge over a third of the vibrator in his ass. "Arghhhhhhhhhhhh!" he screamed, squeezing his eyes shut and bucking his hips. She delivered a few well-placed licks to ease his pain while she paused, waiting for his newly stretched asshole to adjust. "Look on the bright side, sweetie. It's not nearly as thick as you. Think how I felt!" Slowly she slid the vibrator in and out of his violated ass, fucking him deeper with each thrust. His cock stood rigidly up from his body; clearly he was responding to the abuse, whether he wanted to or not. His breathing was uneven now, and his eyes were squeezed tightly, tears spilling out of the corners. He was whimpering with each thrust; the pain must have been damn near unbearable. Still, she continued until it was buried all the way in his ass. Throughout the entire ordeal, she licked and sucked his cock head, sending tremors of pleasure through his body to compete with the pain. With the vibrator firmly embedded, she crawled over him, her pussy brushing his cock and causing him to tense in anticipation. This made his ass clench the vibrator tighter, and a groan escaped. His forehead was covered in beads of sweat, which had mixed with the tears and soaked the pillow under his head. "What's the matter, big boy? Don't like how the other half lives?" she asked tauntingly, gently kissing his cheeks and lips. She continued kissing him, making her way down his to his chest, licking and chewing hungrily on his nipples, something totally new for him. He wasn't prepared for the feelings of intense excitement that it brought. She alternated between trapping his nipple tightly between her teeth and covering them with quick wet strokes. His hips humped the air violently, forcing the vibrator in even deeper. "Ugggghhhh!" he shuddered. "Oh Jesus, Tania, please stop!" Ignoring him, she resumed traveling down his body until his cock was in her face again. She swirled her tongue around the base and shaft, getting it nice and wet. "Methinks the man doth protest too much," she giggled. "From the taste and feel of your cock, you love this!" She'd been careful to keep playing with her pussy while she worked on him, keeping it wet but avoiding cumming. She knew that if she had any chance of actually mounting him, she'd have to be wetter than she ever had been before. With Austin, it was more a matter of length; every time he drilled in, it felt like he'd slap her tonsils. She'd almost cum two more times, but eased off in time. She couldn't hold out any longer, though. She had to have him in her! Rising up, she quickly straddled his waist facing his head. Carefully, she scooted back until her pussy came into contact with his cock head again. It twitched so hard when it felt the warm softness of her pussy that it actually slapped against her, sending what felt like electricity through her. "Oh shit I need this bad," she moaned. Her pussy, sloppy from over stimulation, admitted his enormous cock head easily. This was a far cry from the ass fucking she'd endured yesterday. Although he was stretching the shit out of her. With him chained so tightly, he wasn't able to get enough leverage to thrust up into her, so she totally controlled the pace. She felt so warm, so wet, that all he could think about was her walls swallowing him, squeezing him, as he gave her the fuck of her life. But it was hard to concentrate; every time his throbbed, the vibrator in his ass made him wince. She took her time working him in, shuddering as each bloated inch slid deeper inside her. It felt so fucking good! She was frustrated because it was taking so long, but he was so thick that whenever she tried to move faster she saw stars and couldn't catch her breath. Finally, he was all the way in. Now she needed to distract him, because there was one more thing she had to do before she could let herself cum. She brought her legs under her until she was basically squatting. This allowed her to rise up, almost letting his cock slide all the way out. There was no way in hell, though, that she was letting his cock head out. She didn't think she'd survive working it back in. When she'd gone as far as she dared, she lowered herself back down, panting as his cock filled and stretched her pussy past what she thought were her limits. He was wincing less, which she took to mean that he was finally getting used to the vibrator. When their crotches mashed together the next time, she dropped back on her knees and took several short strokes. On the last one, she reached under and switched the vibrator on. Ron screamed long and loud; the neighbors probably heard him. Incredibly, it felt like his cock stretched even bigger as a result of the sudden invasive stimulation; the reality was that her pussy was contracting, signaling that her orgasm wasn't far off. With newfound enthusiasm she fucked him, fueled by his pleas that she have mercy and turn off the vibrator. They now had conflicting goals; her to cum, and him not to. In spite of the pain he began thrusting into her, driving that monster cock deeper, setting off explosions in her head and in her groin. "That's it baby, time to give it back," she grunted. She was slamming into him now, simultaneously numb and on fire. Her orgasm was so close she could see it, imagining what it was going to be like when it broke. She picked up speed, grabbing handfuls of mattress on either side of his head. His pubic hair tickled her clit as she pounded him. Without warning, something inside her burst, like a balloon, and before she knew it an intense heat rushed over her. "Fuck me!" she screamed, covering his cock and hips with juice as she came. The intensity set him off. The first stream of cum shot so hard and deep that it made her tremble, starting a new orgasm. She fell against him, her tits covering is face. Subconsciously he latched onto her nipple, sucking it hard as her pussy continued to milk his cock, making her squeal with delight. Exhausted, they finally stopped cumming. Her pussy was so sore she couldn't even imagine having sex ever again right now. Gingerly she raised off of him, letting his still rigid cock pop free. Standing wearily, a mixture of her and him dripping steadily down her leg, she bent down to pick up her knife and looked over at Linda. She was passed out, exhausted from her ordeal. Tania walked over the bedroom door and opened it wide enough for her to slip out. "Tania!" Ron called after her, his voice broken. "You can't just leave us like this!" "Of course not. I'll call the police from a pay phone in a little while and tell 'em I think someone's hurt. Maybe I'll tell 'em I heard gunshots; that usually rates a few squad cars," she said from the hall. "What about this vibrator?" he yelled hysterically. "Batteries won't run more than another twenty or so hours," she chuckled, closing the door to the garage behind her on the way out. The End...