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Stalled

By: gtown2493



After the car had stalled, my girlfriend Janie and I had to decide whether we were going to wait and see if any state troopers would eventually pass, or try our luck and walk to the nearest town. Since the sun had already gone down, and no traffic had passed in the past hour or so, we decided to hoof it. 

We were coming back from a party a friend of ours had thrown at a ranch some 80 miles from home. Unfortunately, the ranch was quite a ways from any nearby towns, too. I estimated the nearest town to be about 25 miles away, so I grabbed the small flashlight I had and off we went. 

Janie was still wearing the very short, slinky red mini dress made of skin-clinging lycra and acetate, and some soft, black flats. Since the party was held during the day, neither of us had thought to bring a jacket, but even though there was a cloudy sky overhead, the temperature was really warm. Janie, however, was looking very hot. 

I looked over at her and couldn't help to get turned on. She stood all of five feet and three inches, had a 38c chest (with big, brown nipples), and a nice big ass that held the mini dress up impressively. As she walked along beside me, I couldn't help thank the Lord for giving me such a fine woman. Then, slowly but surely, it began to rain. Then pour. By that time, we were nowhere near the car, and there was very little cover around so we moved a little closer together and kept walking. Now, Janie's shoulder-blade length, straight, black hair was matted around her pretty face as she looked at me with her expressive brown eyes and giggled at the results of the rain...her nipples were hard and very well defined in the clingy material, which was now pasted to her skin. 

We walked in the rain a little longer when, lo and behold, headlights appeared on the horizon. As they neared, we saw it was a van and were overjoyed. I flagged them down with the flashlight, and they pulled over to the side of the road. We ran towards the opening side door and sat wetly down on the seat immediately behind the two front seats. I closed the door quickly and turned to thank the driver. 

The driver, slightly larger than me at about five-ten, was about 35, hispanic and plain looking. The passenger, about 28 and whom I took to be his wife, was about Janie's size and proportion with slightly smaller tits. We thanked them profusely as they offered to take us to the next town since they were in the process of deciding to turn back because of the weather when they saw us flag them down. Also, they said, there were towels in a travel bag in the rear seat that we could use to dry off. We introduced ourselves, and Juan and Rosa mentioned how lucky we were to have had them come by. As I sat there talking to them, both Janie and I drying ourselves off, I noticed how Rosa and Juan looked at Janie then exchanged glances before turning around to get back to driving to the nearest town. I thought nothing of it at the time. 

Taking off, Rosa offered us some of the beverage she was drinking to get us settled in. Janie took a long drink before passing it to me for my long gulp. I asked Rosa if it was a diet cola. She said it was something like that and for us to sit back and relax, the drive wouldn't be a long one. Well, there must have been something in the drink, because before we reached our destination, I passed out. 

I woke up some time later, feeling kind of groggy, but not disoriented enough to notice I had been tied naked to a chair. I was sitting facing a bed in which Janie was laying. She was still dressed, untied, and looking as if she were just taking a nap. We seemed to be in a sort of motel room, judging by the furnishings. I called to Janie with a strong whisper to see if I could wake her up. That's when the door opened with Juan and Rosa walking in. 

I asked what they wanted from us. They both smiled and told me that they just couldn't resist when they saw Janie and I, and had quickly decided to have a little fun with us. Juan also said that we were in a very remote ranch in which they had built this room to look like every other cheap motel room across the interstates, so we couldn't tell where we were. That kind of put me a little at ease because it upped the chances we would get out alive, but I still wasn't sure. 

Slowly they woke up Janie. She awoke saying she still felt a little sleepy, but thanked them for the ride; then she saw me. Her eyes widened and shot to Rosa, then Juan, silently asking a hundred questions about the situation. Rosa told her that she would have to do what they told her or I would get it. Janie would have none of it, she sprung from the bed and rushed towards me to try to set me free. In a flash, Juan grabbed her by the hair and pulled her back towards the bed violently. I yelled and tried to lunge as Janie screamed in pain from the sudden jolt. I could do nothing. Rosa quickly grabbed Janie by the wrists and forcefully flipped her on her stomach horizontally on the bed, Janie's head to Juan, and straddled Janie's back. Juan helped Rosa get Janie's hands behind her back so Rosa could hold them as she sat on her; making Janie virtually helpless. I growled in anger as my hands could not even budge the ropes as they burned against my wrists; my ankles similarly tied. 

Janie started cussing and yelling at Juan, and shouted at Rosa to get off of her. Both Juan and Rosa just smiled and gave little laughs, telling her to relax. It would be okay, Rosa said...IF she did what they told her. As she told Janie this, she held both of Janie's wrists with one hand and twisted her body around to see Janie's ass, which was barely covered by the flimsy red material. Juan just stood by and watched as Rosa reached over with her free hand and caressed Janie's firm butt and slowly lifted the mini dress to begin to reveal the tanned globes awaiting underneath. Janie stuggled as Rosa did this and just helped the situation along by revealing all of her ass and the small lacy red thong she had underneath. Rosa smiled and slid her middle finger between Janie's struggling ass cheeks and down along the folds of her vagina. Janie clenched her legs and tried to buck Rosa off, but Rosa reminded her that she was just helping her massage Janie's pussy with each movement. 

I yelled at Rosa to leave Janie alone, and to let us go. Juan looked at me rather plainly and told me to shut up and relax; that it would be over soon enough. Janie had started to cry, but still kept her legs clenched around Rosa's finger as Rosa moved it up and down. I could hear that Janie was getting wet and got angry that she could do that while all this was going on. I turned to look at why Juan was moving and saw that he was starting to kneel down in front of Janie. Janie's eyes got wide and the tears came stronger as Juan moved Janie's hair away to get a good look at her face. 

Juan told Rosa that Janie sure was prettier than most of the others they had brought here, and Rosa agreed as she continued to finger Janie. Juan looked back at Janie, then looked at me as he reached down to undo his pants. I pulled and I yanked against the ropes, but all I did was begin to bleed at the wrists. Janie began yelling and shaking her head, turning to look at me with pleading eyes for help, but I could give her none. 

Rosa removed her finger from Janie's pussy and reached around to grab Janie by the hair to hold her still. At the same time, Rosa applied more pressure on Janie's arms and Janie gave out a little yelp of pain and stopped struggling. Juan undid his jeans and out popped his erect, circumcised penis. It was about six inches long and, just like Juan, rather plain looking. Rosa held Janie's head and Janie stared at the bobbing member before her, knowing what they wanted her to do, but crying and pleading for them not to make her do it. 

Juan grabbed her by the top of the head and made her look him in the eyes. Using his free hand to slowly stroke his cock, he asked her to please use her lovely mouth to bring him pleasure. Janie's eyes turned to a little look of amazement and she looked at me, both of us confused by the question. We didn't expect for a couple who had abducted us, tied me up, and been forceful with her to ask for her consent. Janie slowly said no. 

Rosa jerked her hair, pulling her head back as Juan slapped her with his left hand just hard enough for her to feel it. Then he asked her again. Again Janie said no. Rosa yanked and Juan slapped...harder. Janie began to cry again. Juan asked her again. Janie looked at me, I pleaded her with my eyes, and she said okay. I yelled for them to stop, but they were unconcerned. 

Rosa let go of her hair and returned her hand back to Janie's ass, as Juan stroked his dick and asked Janie to open her mouth. Janie kept crying slowly as she opened her mouth to accept Juan's manhood. Rosa watched intently as Juan put his hands on Janie's head and moved his knees forward a bit. He then positioned his throbbing prick at the opening of Janie's mouth and gently pushed his hips forward; sliding into Janie's mouth. Janie did nothing but close her eyes and let him do what he was doing. Rosa exchanged a smile with Juan then removed her hand off of Janie's slit long enough to lift up Janie's thong and move it out of position to expose Janie's pussy. Rosa then took her finger and slowly slid it into Janie's obviously wet vagina. 

As she did this, Janie sharply inhaled and at the same time pursed her lips around Juan's cock and sucked on it. Juan reached up and softly patted Janie's head and continued to pump rhythmically into her responding mouth. As Rosa watched Janie's reaction, she inserted another finger into Janie's love-hole. I watched dumb-founded, unable to speak as Janie reacted to Rosa's second finger by pushing her ass back to meet it wholeheartedly. 

Juan was no longer pumping his hips, it was now Janie that was bobbing her head expertly up and down on Juan's cock; still with her eyes closed, but now with her brows furrowed in passion. I heard Janie give a long moan as Rosa inserted a third finger into her pussy, then she started to fuck Rosa's fingers in the same rhythm her head was sucking on Juan's cock. 

Janie pulled her arms free from Rosa's hand and wrapped her left hand on Juan's right thigh, as her right hand reached underneath to massage his balls. Rosa wasted no time in getting off of Janie and positioning herself behind Janie's humping ass to quickly get her tongue working on Janie's clit, pussy, and asshole. Janie lifted her ass as Rosa started licking and sucking and fingering Janie's twat. 

Janie then took her left hand, wrapped it around Juan's hot cock and began jerking him off and licking his cockhead and shaft with the fervor I once thought was just reserved for me. I sat there unbelieving that my beautiful girlfriend was viciously savoring another man's cock right before my very eyes...and with not much coaxing or forcing, to top it off. As I watched, she placed both hands on Juan's ass as quickly deep-throated his entire rod and began pumping her head up and down like there was no tomorrow. 

After a while of Rosa's licking Janie's pussy, and Janie swallowing Juan's dick, Janie slowed down and stopped. She looked up at Juan and told him she would really love to ride him and feel his hot cock in her pussy. Above my shouts of denial and objection, Juan said it was okay with him. 

Janie got up off of the bed, reached underneath her mini dress, removed her thong, and proceeded to throw it at me; all without even glancing at me. Rosa asked Janie to remove her dress, which she did, revealing the expensive bra we had picked out for Valentine's Day earlier that year; red, lacy, underwired and half-cup so her dark brown, rock-hard nipples were jutting up and out proudly. As Juan removed his clothes, Rosa complimented Janie on her choice of undergarments, and leaned over to lick Janie's left nipple while she massaged her right breast. Rosa asked her to keep it on, and Janie agreed. 

Janie didn't even look or acknowledge me as she took Juan's hand and sat him down on the bed...facing me. I asked her why she was doing this, and she said nothing as she positioned Juan just so and closed his legs so she could straddle him. She lay him back, as Rosa finished disrobing, and complimented Rosa on the beautiful body she obviously worked hard to keep in shape. In actuality, Janie and Rosa had uncannily similar body types; it was eerie. 

Rosa positioned herself on top Juan's face, giving her back to Janie as Janie leaned down and took Juan's cock in her hand and gave it a once over with her mouth, getting it nice and lubricated for her pussy. She really didn't have to, her scent was readily evident, and it was obvious that Rosa had done a fine job getting her wet, but she did it nonetheless. 

After a couple of strokes with her mouth, Janie stood up and turned around to face me. She looked me straight in the eye, finally, and she opened her legs to straddle Juan. I looked at her pleadingly and asked her not to. She kept my eyes, reached between her legs to grab hold of Juan's rod, positioned her self over it and paused; his cockhead barely parting her pussy lips. In that position, she leaned towards me with a little smile on her face, winked, told me she loved me...and lowered her hips onto Juan's prick in one movement. Janie closed her eyes and smiled as she let out a low, breathy moan and slowly wriggled her hips on Juan's fuckrod. It was up her pussy to the hilt. She reached up, still sitting firmly on Juan, and pinched both nipples hard. 

I stared at her, a little confused, as she humped on Juan's cock, steadying herself on his knees; her nicely wrapped and deliciously large tits gently bouncing with each stroke. With her fuck face fully on, she looked straight at me and licked her lips, moaning every time Juan's member was buried to the hilt inside her fuckhole. At one of those times, she sat completely down on Juan, and began to grind. Now that her hands were free, she massaged her tits right in front of me and pulled on her nipples and she cried out with pleasure. 

While this is going on, Rosa is having an orgasm on Juan's face and screaming at the top of her lungs for him to fuck her, fuck her with his tongue. I see he has one hand busily working on her pussy, while the other hand has a finger up her asshole. As Rosa finishes her climax, Janie begins to slide up and down Juan's pole with a little quicker rhythm and starts slapping her ass down on his pelvis as her tits bounce before me. 

I can see it in her face that she is about to come as her hips move faster and faster on Juan's, now rock-hard, prick. Her breath starts getting shorter, she furrows her brow, and has a massive orgasm; grinding on Juan and pulling and pinching her nipples for all she's worth. After about a half-minute of the throes of her orgasm she stops, exhausted, but still sitting on Juan's tool. 

Slowly, she pulls herself off of Juan, turns around and takes him into her mouth, hungrily devouring his shaft and swallowing every drop of her hot love juice. She starts doing the deep-throat again and kneels in front of Juan for the best position; her used pussy right by my knees...wet, hot, and...beautiful. I then realize I am fully erect, and probably have been for a while. As I see her head bobbing up and down on Juan's cock, she lifts up his legs, slides a finger in her pussy for lubrication and proceeds to insert it into his ass. I hear Juan groan and can tell he is having an orgasm. Janie slows down, but not much and swallows every last bit of Juan's come with vigor; sounds of savoring coming from her throat as she gulps it down. 

When she's done, she get up turns to look at me, sees my cock and smiles. Juan and Rosa say nothing and proceed to get dressed. I ask them what the hell is going to happen now. They say nothing and move to the door. Janie leans toward me, reaches to grab something behind me, and tosses it to Juan. Rosa and he nod at Janie, open the door and leave. I am totally bewildered. I look at Janie, my eyes conveying confusion, anger, questions, and ask her what the hell is going on. 

She straddles my aching thighs, guides my penis slowly into her hot vulva, presses her breasts against my chest, leans over to my ear, and says, "Happy Anniversary." 

*** 

Well, what do you think? Let me know. It was my first attempt at writing something of this nature. 

GT

Stalled



Stalled: The First Story of Millie and Jesse

The following is a work of fiction. Any similarity to real people, places, or events is purely coincidental. No persons under the age of 18 are depicted as engaging in sexual activity. Copyright 2011, by ErosArtist. All rights reserved.



They stood beside the car in the late afternoon sun, cool air picking at their skin. Jesse was embarrassed; even a bit angry, but Millie thought it was funny. In fact, she had burst out laughing when Jesse told her why the car had stalled. 

"Oh yeah, right! I didn't think guys really tried that," she said and laughed harder. 

Jesse sulked. 

"Look, I'm not joking. Seriously. We're out of gas. Check for yourself." 

Millie laughed more, but Jesse's expression didn't change. 

Finally, he turned to her and said, "Look, stay here. I'll walk for help." 

Millie tensed. 

"What?" she asked. "What do you mean 'walk for help'?"

Jesse held his cell phone up. 

"No signal. Gotta walk," he said, turning away. 

"Jesus Christ!" Millie thought. "Wait!" she yelled. "Where are you going? What do...you mean you're freakin' serious? Oh my god. I don't believe this. Damn Jesse, why'd you let this happen?" 

She looked around. 

"Where the hell are we anyway?" 

Jesse kicked at gravel on the road side and shrugged. He walked back to her, and pulled her close, kissing her forehead softly. Millie stood stiffly. 

"We're a long way from anywhere babe," he finally said.

She looked up at him. 

"Well I don't want you to leave me here alone. I'll check my phone," she said, going to the passenger door and reaching into the open window for her purse. Her eyes squinted at the small screen. No signal. She tossed it back into the bag. 

"So what do we do?" she asked, folding her arms across her chest, "wait for somebody to come along?"

"Yeah" Jesse said, wrapping her in a warm embrace, "if you don't want to me to walk, we're gonna have to wait. Or we can walk together." 

Her fingertip traced the line of his chin, the slight stubble of his beard tickling her. 

"No," she said. "Maybe now we can finally be alone." She sounded exasperated.

"Besides," she continued, "I can't walk out here in these shoes."

Jesse's eyes cut to the delicate flats she wore. He smiled. 

"Ok. But nobody's likely to head this way for a while," he said. 

Her eyes widened. "Exactly how long is a 'while'?" 

He smiled again. "You wanted a quite place, didn't you?" 

"Yeah," Millie said, pushing him away, "I did. But some prior planning on your part would've been nice." 

Jesse's face dropped. He kicked at the rocks again. 

"I'm sorry I got us stuck," He said. 

Millie forced a heavy sigh. 

"You didn't mean to," she said. "I'm just a little freaked, that's all." 

Millie turned to look down the road, once again drawing her arms close around her. Jesse pulled his sweater over his head and draped it over her shoulders. 

"Thank you," she said, as he kissed her cheek lightly. 

This wasn't what Millie had had in mind. 

She packed a picnic lunch for them and suggested they go somewhere out of the way; somewhere beautiful and quiet. Jesse brought the wine; a wonderful deep and dark Burgundy. 

Millie wanted to give herself to him that afternoon. She wanted to show him the woman she had become, and make love to him under the sun and sky. 

But of course, he hadn't known that. 

"If he had,' she thought, 'he would have put gas in the friggin' car."

Jesse said he knew just where they should go. It was definitely out of the way and it was beautiful; a clear blue mountain lake with meadows of wildflowers, and tall stands of pines that whispered in the breeze. The problem was that others thought it was a beautiful place too. 

A lot of others. 

They finally found a spot to spread their blanket in relative peace. Millie looked around in frustration at the other couples and families with children nearby. A little girl caught her eye, smiling and waving. Millie waved back, but didn't smile. 

Damn it all. Maybe tonight. 

Sensing her disappointment, though not understanding why, Jesse decided to take a less traveled, more scenic route home, hopeful to find some place pretty and quiet to stop to be alone with her. 

When the gas tank ran empty, he panicked inside. 

"Way to screw up your second date," he thought. 

But he had been preoccupied with thoughts of Millie's emerald green eyes and was eager to see her again. He never noticed the gas gauge was at empty before they left town. They were lucky to have made it as far as they did. 

Now they were stuck here on this very pretty, but very deserted road, surrounded by tall pines glowing in the fading light of the setting sun. The sun's rays cut a golden swath through the tress, warming Millie's porcelain skin softly.

Millie looked at Jesse, his back to her. He was still trying to get his cell phone to find a signal. 

"Crap!" he muttered and shifted his weight. 

Millie smiled softly. Had he planned this? No, she decided. He was being honest. 

She pulled his sweater closer around her, smelling him on it. 

And he was being sweet. Jesse had always been sweet to her. 

Although they attended the same high school, Millie didn't know him then the way she did now. 

Jesse had been a jock and Millie hated jocks. 

To her, jocks were jerks, arrogant asses, all. She smirked. 

But, she remembered, Jesse had always been nice. 

And she remembered those blue eyes, those brilliant, sapphire blue eyes. 

Millie's smirk softened to a smile. 

Jesse had a nice ass too, the best boy butt in school. All the girls loved his ass and eyes. 

Millie had been an awkward teenage girl, bullied for most of her childhood because of her red hair and pale skin. She had been the only redhead in her school. Her complexion was, in her own words, 'ghostly pale.' 

She had been fearfully shy. 

Her own mother called her a 'late blooming wallflower.' Her father said she 'had a face like a homemade pie.'

School in general was hell for Millie, but gym class was the absolute worst. 

She hated having to undress in the locker room. 

The other girl's bodies were tanned and supple. She was pudgy. Chubby.

And then there were her breasts, uneven in development. The left one pushed forward while the right seemed to forever remain a small hard knot. The areola around her nipples puffed, always seeming angry and reddened. 

Millie hated her body. And gym class equated to hell within hell. 

When Millie was naked, the other girls would cover their eyes and taunt her. 

"We're going snow blind, snow blind!" they would chant. 

Once, she opened her locker to find an obviously over sized bra inside. In one cup was a cantaloupe. In the other was a grape. Pinned to it was a note that said "custom made for the snow white weird tit bitch." 

Millie spent her high school years doing as little as possible to draw attention to herself. 

Her few friends were her safety net. They were outcasts themselves just as she was; geeks and nerds. She didn't know Jesse existed until her junior year. 

Millie tried to avoid the jocks but it wasn't always possible. When they would pass her in the hall, often bodily shoving her aside, they called her names like 'flamed brain.' 

Once, one of them pulled her hair so hard a handful of strands were pulled away from her scalp.

Millie screamed in pain. Other students stopped and stared as she clutched her head, the books and other things she was carrying strewn about the floor. 

As she saw the red orange strands of her hair settle to the floor around her, she began to sob uncontrollably.

She ran crying to the principal's office where she was told to grow up. to Tough it out. 

"Sometimes," the school nurse told her, "life can hurt."

But Jesse behaved differently. 

"Just ignore them," he once whispered as he helped her steady herself after being shoved into a bank of lockers. 

Their class graduated three years ago. 

Millie grew into a pretty young woman, and now at 21, that portion of her life along with most of the people that existed within it, she left in the past. 

Millie went to a local community college; Jesse to work in construction. 

College was a new environment with new faces and opportunities; a perfect place for her to reinvent herself. Millie also discovered men; or more accurately, men discovered her. 

She experienced a rapid succession of boyfriends, none of them lasting more than four or five dates before they stopped calling or seemed to forget she existed. The dates were typically dinner; maybe some dancing or the occasional movie or concert. 

Millie would let the college boys paw at her and by the third or fourth date, blowjobs and handjobs were routine.

They would fumble with her breasts and put their hands in her panties. 

They were clumsy and all seemed very immature, behaving as juveniles.

Millie quickly grew bored with them. 

They were so predictable. 

Still, she liked their attention. Millie didn't have real sex with any of them, but it wasn't as if she was in college and still a virgin. 

She had lost that while in high school, while she was a nerdy girl to a nerdy boy. They did it in his older brother's bed while his family was away.

'Tossed it away,' she would think. The boy was careless and like her, inexperienced. 

If it hadn't hurt it wouldn't have even been memorable. 

Since, Millie had only slept with one man and that had been a drunken one night stand. When she woke the following morning, her head split with a hangover, the hotel room stunk of vomit and piss. The guy, she never knew his name, was gone from their bed.  

No note, no anything. 

And the bastard took a trophy. Her bra and panties were gone. 

Millie felt no urgency for similar experiences.

She had taken a break from college, not wanting to borrow more student loans and accepted a job in a civil engineering office as the office manager. It was a small firm, just her and the engineers, two older men that were brothers. They were always kind to her and the pay was good. She had been able to get her own apartment and a car. 

It wasn't work that thrilled her, but as long as she did her job, the brothers left her alone and allowed her to work on her own timetable, coming and going as she pleased. 

By chance, Millie and Jesse met again just before the Labor Day holiday weekend, while standing in line at the bank. She didn't remember him at first, but he did her. 

A distantly familiar voice said "wow! Is that you, Millie? Millie Johnston? Oh my god. How are you?" 

She stared at him blankly for a moment. Then his blue eyes jolted her. 

"Jesse Bowen? Oh my god, you're kidding me!" 

They embraced across the velvet ropes. It was Jesse's turn at the counter. As he walked towards the teller, her memory was validated. 

His ass was still damn near perfect. 

An old lady in line behind her whispered "nice butt" in Millie's ear, startling her. She turned and was greeted with a nod toward Jesse and a playful wink. Millie blushed. 

"Yes," she quietly agreed, "yes it is." 

The line continued to move and soon, Millie was at the counter, Jesse at the teller window next to her. She watched as he walked away. He was dressed in blue jeans and a sweat stained green t-shirt. His work boots were encrusted in dust and mud.

Jesse caught her eye and stopped, smiling. 

As Millie finished her banking, he walked to meet her in the lobby and embraced her again. 

His eyes traced her face, her body. 

"You're as beautiful as ever Millie," Jesse said, "and I'm so happy to see you again. Can I call you sometime?" 

Shocked, she looked into those pools of brilliant blue, the black pupils marking a sharp contrast in the color. 

"Um yeah. Sure....um...here," she said and tore a deposit slip from her checkbook. 

"Number and address right there." Millie smiled. 

"Great. Talk to you soon," he said kissed her cheek and walked away. 

Her eyes followed him. 

That ass. It was indeed very nice. 

Then she sighed. 

Millie knew, another chance meeting aside, she'd likely not see him again. 

Story of her life. 

Jesse's memory wouldn't leave Millie. Nearly a week had passed and she still held on to the vision of him from the meeting in the bank. 

His back was strong and broad as were his shoulders, his body, sinewy and tanned, six feet tall. His short black hair was grained, almost like ebony. And those blue eyes. When she saw them again, they had melted her. 

When he did call on Thursday, late in the afternoon, rushes of electricity tore through her. 

"You're all I've thought about," Jesse told her. 

They made a date for the following Saturday night. 

Millie burned with anticipation, Saturday taking an eternity to arrive. She did her nails and toes, choosing a pretty pale pink polish, and indulged herself with a long, luxurious bath. She washed her long and flowing red hair in the sink. For the first time, she carefully shaved her pubic hair.

"Just in case," she told herself.

Millie put the greatest care into choosing her outfit for the evening; a sexy, seductive, little black number that looked spectacular against her alabaster complexion. Underneath, she wore a lacy and sheer black bra and matching thong panties.

Just in case. 

Saturday evening finally arrived, and with was Jesse, dressed in pressed khaki slacks and a blue button down linen shirt. 

Millie took his breath away as she opened her door to him. He stood waiting with a single pink rose. 

She watched his expression when he saw her, his eyes taking her in. 

"My god Millie. You are gorgeous." 

He opened doors for her and helped her in and out of his car and offered his arm as they walked together. 

"Nothing like the idiot boys at school,' she mused. 

Dinner was at Café Amaryllis. Millie's body warmed at his touch, his hand softly pressed to the small of her back, gently guiding her to their table. He held her chair for her as she sat. They enjoyed a quiet dinner with wine. 

Across the table, he told her she looked amazing.

Jesse was the perfect gentleman.

Afterward, they went to Riverside Park for a walk in the cool evening air. They chatted about their lives, about the directions each had taken. 

They ended their evening at her apartment door in a quiet embrace. 

"You know," Jesse said as held her close to him, "I had a killer crush on you in high school." 

Millie tingled. 

She pulled back slightly. 

"You're kidding me. Seriously?" 

"Yeah, seriously", he said and sighed. 

"I really wish I would've told you back then." 

"Well, you can tell me now," Millie said with a big smile. 

Jesse laughed nervously. 

"I will say I'm sorry for how I treated you sometimes. I didn't know what to do about my feelings. Plus, I was afraid of..." His voiced trailed off.

Millie smiled and looked down at her feet, then back up to him. 

"Of what?" she asked. "What your jock friends would think if they knew you liked the chubby red head girl with the lopsided boobs?" 

Jesse looked at her, puzzled. 

"Lopsided...wait. What?" 

"Never mind," Millie said laughing. "I grew out of it." 

She pulled him close. 

"High school wasn't a good time for me," she began. "But you were always kind to me."

She paused, then looked up and standing on her tip-toes, kissed his cheek softly. 

"Now I know why." 

"Thanks" he said, and actually blushed. 

"Besides, we're very different people now," Millie added.

"It was immature, the way I acted," Jesse confessed, "and I knew it was. I'm sorry. And you're right," he added as he took her in again, cruising her body up and down, with fingertips and eyes.

"We're very different people now." 

Millie looked into his blue eyes, slight worry tugging at her. She didn't want to ask, but she had to know. 

"So...was tonight because of a guilty conscious?" 

Jesse looked at her, his eyes twinkling, and laughed softly. 

"Oh my god, no." 

He pulled her to him and kissed her, a long deep kiss full of desire and passion. Heat began rising within her; her heart raced. When the kiss ended, she was trembling. 

Should she?

Yes.

"Um...would you. Would you like to come in?"

Millie tensed.

"Just for a quick drink?" 

Jesse smiled, staring into her deep green eyes and kissed her cheek. She could see the restraint written on his face, feel it in his embrace. 

"Thank you Millie," he said. "Next time."

Millie moaned inwardly but smiled at the gesture from the perfect gentleman. She smiled.

"Yes. Ok. Next time." 

Jesse pulled her to him and kissed her lips softly, tenderly.

"I'll call you," he said, as he turned and walked away.

Millie lay naked and alone in her bed, rain drumming softly on the bedroom windows, fighting sleep. Her fingers softly caressed her body, fingertips lingering over and tugging and pinching her pink nipples as the dampness grew ever present between her legs. Her skin felt so soft and warm to her touch. 

She couldn't help but let her fingers drag gently over the soft, velvety lips of her sex, pinching and tugging the soft pink flesh, teasing her ever swelling hooded berry. Once in a while, she let a finger probe and teased the soaking warmth that lie within her. 

The feel of the lacy panties against her bare pink skin combined the heat of Jesse's closeness during their date had been too much. Sleep would not come. 

Finally, Millie did. 

A soft moan passed her lips; a coarse breath really. Her body tensed as one tender orgasm, then another, passed through her sweetly and quietly, as she held onto the softness of Jesse's kiss and the strength of his embrace. 

Her body tensed then relaxed, and she rolled to her side, pulling the sheet close around her neck. Sleep finally took her, filled with fitful dreams of fevered seduction. 

Jesse stood on the sidewalk outside Millie's window, rain soaking him through, streaming down his face. It was hard to see. 

The light in the window had gone out long ago and he knew he shouldn't be here, but he couldn't move. 

He should've gone in.

Millie had felt so soft against his. She smelled so good. 

He closed his eyes. The cold rain streamed over his eyelids, as if trying to cool the heated visions they held.

His arms moved involuntarily, tracing her shape in the air.

The slight round shoulders, the soft sweep of her back, and gentle curve of her hips.

The firmness of her breasts against his chest.

The roundness of her sweet ass cheeks. He was sure she never noticed his fingertips lingering there as they parted from their goodnight embrace.

God, this rain was cold. Opening his eyes again, the rain stung them. 

Jesse looked at her window, dark and empty and knew he shouldn't be here. 

He should've gone in.

Jesse bit his lower lip and glanced around. Someone may see him.

This was not like him. He really should go. 

He closed his eyes again, and for the first time he realized was naked and shivering.

How did he not notice that earlier? Where in hell were his clothes?

A slamming door startled him, and suddenly, the rain down poured hard. 

Torrents, so much water now falling on him he thought he would fall. 

He strained to see and looked towards Millie's window. 

The light was on, the sash thrown upwards. Lacy curtains billowed into the night.

Then he saw her, directly in front of him. 

No face, just a silhouette. 

He couldn't be sure. Was it her?

She pressed into him and he wrapped his arms around her.

The woman was naked. Her skin was burning hot, feverish. Long, wet hair clung to her body in stringy clumps. 

Her hand forced his head down, his mouth onto hers. She parted his lips with her tongue, and her heat filled him.




Stallion



This story is for entertainment only. It contains adult oriented material and descriptions of explicit sex. This is a work of fiction. The acts and characters contained within are fragments from the depths of my Apperceptive Mass and have no basis in fact.

Enjoy!……B J W

*****

Rico Rinkel blinked sleepily as he rolled out of bed.

His bed had been empty too long and he needed to find a lady

As he warmed a cup of yesterday’s coffee, he picked up the classified ads from the newspaper.

Nothing even looked promising as female companionship……..nothing worth the $15 fee the matching service charged.

Rico would put in his own ad…yeah let the babes pay to meet him…he had a lot to offer…he thought.

As he looked over the male ads for inspiration for writing one of his own……….who would want to meet these jerks who promised everything, including good looks, money, romance…jeezz this ad stuff is so phony ….how do any of these people make connection. Rico mused.

How about a short ad …right to the point…..subtle ….but arousing….Rico was on a roll.

His name and phone number…

Girl wanted.

Nobody but weirdo’s would answer that.

A western movie droned on in the background…….they were talking about breeding horses.

Horses have such an easy sex life….

An idea struck Rico like the kick of a horse.

He saw the Ad in his mind’s eye 

“ YOUNG STALLION OFFERED FOR STUD SERVICE call Rico 647-9970 ”

Rico ran his ad for 3 days.

The first day the ad ran Rico got ten calls with queries about breeding his horse and what his stud fee would be . 

This definitely wasn’t going the way he had planned…

On the second day, the third call was more promising…

The female voice on the phone spoke in slow southern draw “ I’m Brandy and I ‘m calling about your news paper ad.” 

“ Are you a Cowboy?”Brandy continued

“Nope! Just a writer with a hell of imagination.” Rico replied.

“I didn’t think so, because a cowboy would give more details about what kind of horse he had for stud.” Brandy explained. “ You got a name, Writer?”

“Just call me Rico,” he answered.

“Ok, Maybe you have just what I want…..are you willing to find out Rico?”

“ Yes, shall we meet?” Rico asked

“Just what I had in mind, how about lunch today, meet you at Wendy’s at 12:30?” Brandy told him.

“Ok but how will I know you?” Rico inquired

“I’ll be the Red head with green eyes wearing the black cowboy hat” Brandy answered

“Are you a cowgirl?” Rico teased.

“ All I can tell you is that if I like you I’m going to ride you Rico!” Brandy returned “ Bye Ya’ll don’t be late darlin.”

Click!

Rico put down the phone in disbelief..



Ten minutes after twelve Rico was waiting in Wendy’s. He wanted to be there when Brandy walked in to meet him. It was Wed afternoon not much of crowd for lunch.

12:20 

Rico was getting a little nervous …what if Brandy was a fat ugly old dyke ….yuk …he couldn’t .. .he just couldn’t.

12: 30

No Red head of any type had come in. ……Maybe Brandy wouldn’t show…but Brandy had his number.he didn’t have hers…maybe Brandy would call back…maybe not. …Maybe Brandy had seen him through the window…and just didn’t come in.

12:45 

Rico decided he would wait until 1:00 before he abandoned all hope. He went counter, ordered an ice tea, and paid for it. As he turned around, there was the redhead with the black cowboy hat sitting in a booth…

Rico smiled and started to approach her. Before getting half way to her another redhead in a black cowboy hat came in and sat in a booth on the other side of the room.

Rico was dumbfounded.

He went to the table of the girl that had come in first. “Brandy?” he inquired.

“ No I’m Randy, I’ll introduce you to Brandy.” She said motioning the other girl to join them. Brandy slipped into the booth beside him saying “ Hi, I’m Brandy, a pleasure to meet you Rico.” “Are you ready for a big day at the Ranch?”

Rico still shocked questioned “ Aren’t we going to eat first?”

“No, save your money honey, we have a lunch packed and we want to take you on a picnic out at the ranch. Ok, Rico?”

“Both of you?” still a little stunned he managed to get out.

“Of course Rico, You did advertise you were available for stud service, right. “ Brandy taunted as she got out booth taking his hand and giving it soft squeeze.

Rico in his Mustang followed the girls in their Red F 150 Ford pickup to the Double X ranch.

Would he be able to satisfy both women? Rico asked himself, he was good but he had never had to satisfy two women at one time…. he wished his single shot was a six-shooter.

How would he approach the women…? Which one would he start with or would he try to kiss and caress them both at the same time..? It was hard enough to break the sexual ice of intimacy with one woman……but how would he seduce two at the same time and not offend one or both? 

How had this got so complicated, Rico has just wanted to get laid…he hadn’t planed on a threesome and wasn’t sure he was up to it.

The girls passed the ranch house and continued up the dusty road toward the wooded forest. Pulling off the road to a clearing by mountain stream Rico brought the Mustang to an abrupt stop parking behind their pickup truck.

The girls had packed a great picnic and trio of new friends drank wine and ate.

The wine loosened up both Rico and the girls. Brandy and Randy snuggled up to Rico kissing and hugging him, which encouraged him to help them remove their clothes. The naked trio wrestled ,caressed, and drank wine like players in a ancient Bacchanal. Finishing a bottle of wine and putting her black cowboy hat on her head Randy stood up announcing. “I feel the call of nature,” and staggered into the cover of the forest. 

Rico took this as chance to get more familiar with Brandy as he slipped his right hand into her slippery cunt as his mouth gave Brandy’s nipples a wet tongue lashing. “ Oh Rico honey, can you give me more..more?” Brandy moaned reaching between Rico legs and milking his cock into attention. Rico crawled over her body lowering his bare chest to her waiting breasts. Her taut nipples stabbed into his pecs as he pushed his rampant cock into her waiting velvet cunt.

.” Oh Rico, go slow you’re so big.” Moaned Brandy and Rico back out. Rico’s member rubbed cautiously up against her wanting mound of Venus “ I said go slow , Darling, I didn’t say run away.” She scolded and wrapping her legs around his back encouraging him to penetrate her hot honey deeper again.

Rico started a slow thrusting and as it picked speed Rico found himself on the edge of release…Brandy sensing this, cautioned him “Easy stud let’s make this last and enjoy it a little longer, Ok?” Rico slowed again and held back his release.

Brandy released her leg hold around Rico’s back and kissed him deeply. “ Rico Honey, I want you up behind me so you can breed me like mare.” Brandy continued “ Ok, Baby? I want this to be very special for you. An experience that you’ll never forget.”

Rico let Brandy get up and helping her gather some pillows off of the picnic blanket, building a comfortable cushion to support her and present her bountiful upturned backside for stud service as advertised.

Brandy sighed seductively as she kneeled down placing her tummy on the pile of soft cushions and her head on a pillow. “Go Slow Stud let’s make this last.” Brandy reminded Rico as pushed his rampant prick slowly into her slippery honey pot. Rico reached around Brandy’s back, caressed the hard nipples of ample breasts as he started slowly pumping in and out teasing, Brandy wet cunt.

In his mind, Rico imagined himself as a huge black stallion mounting a rust colored mare and thrusting his enormous horse cock into the waiting filly.

Rico lusty dreaming was interrupted by two hard nipples poking him in the back. 

“Randy’s back and she wants to play too Rico.” Naked Randy wearing only a black cowboy announced.

Not wanting to be left out, she had pour wine on her breasts to make her nipples hard and had wrapped her arms around Rico pulling her hot body up against his back as he fucked her sister. 

“ I just love your body Rico.” Randy cooed as rubbed her tummy against his backside. “ You wanta fuck me Stud? “ 

“ Yes, But not now Randy!” Rico replied trying to get back of the rhythm of breeding his mare.

Rico had slow up, this interruption was breaking his concentration he worked to get back in his groove. 

Brandy moaned as Rico invaded her steaming pussy with rampant cock. He clasps her breasts tightly pulling her bottom closer to his impassioned crotch. He was floating; he could feel his release starting to build. 

“Maybe I’ll just fuck you then, Rico.” Randy announced, “ Maybe I’m going to fuck your tight virgin ass Stud!” 

The expression cover your own ass took on new meaning. 

In his mind, he tried to imagine how Randy was going fuck his tight virgin ass. Rico looked back and saw the strap-on dildo Randy was packing; he was scared but his cock began to get harder anyway.

Brandy positioned herself behind Rico and liberally spread lubrication over his ass hole, placed the tip of her rubber cock at the entrance began to apply pressure. As Randy pushed the dildo into his ass, his initial reaction was to resist the intrusion. His ass hole got tighter the harder Randy pushed. However, he kept thrusting into Brandy. The dildo penetrated his ass and a pain ran through Rico he had never imagined. It felt as if he was being ripped in two. Rico moaned involuntarily. As Randy continued to slide the dildo into his ass, he pushed his cock deeper and deeper into Brandy.

“Oh baby that’s great, fuck me harder, harder! “ Brandy chanted “Faster, harder, harder!”

Working to bury the dildo completely inside him, Randy drove her hips forward until they were firmly planted against the pale tight cheeks of Rico bottom.

“So tell me how it feels to lose your virginity, stallion!" Randy taunted 

Rico moaned. 

Brandy switched on the electric vibrator in her rubber impaler, waiting for Rico’s reaction.

"What was that?" Rico groaned

"Ugh... ugh... that thing is alive in my butt. This is too much,” he whimpered. 

 Brandy said nothing grasping for breath as Rico squirmed even more convulsively trying to evade Randy’s pursuing dildo. 

"Awww. I bet you say that to all the guys." As Randy pulled the dildo out. Rico relaxed and breathed. Randy ran her finger around the rim where his ass had been stretched open by the hot rubber cock that had been humming a little tune in his bottom. " Do you like it? Sweet stuff" 


Brandy started pushing in further again, Rico responded, "Aahhhhh... Damn that’s good." 

"Do you still like it?" Randy continued to sink the strap-on deeper into Rico bumping against his prostate as she talked. 

" Randy stopped moving. "Beg me to fuck you, Rico Beg me to fuck your ass." 

” Don’t stop” Rico pleaded, “Fuck my ass, harder, harder, fuck it harder.”

And as his ass clenched repeatedly like a vise around her strap-on and he thrust deeper into Brandy’s hot cunt. “ Oh Rico baby ..fuck me , fuck me …harder, harder! “ Brandy moaned as she approached the zenith of her third orgasm. 

Rico could feel the dildo sliding in and out of his ass, filling his bowels, stimulating his cock from the inside out. As Randy fucked him, the straps that ran between her legs, of the harness to the dildo, rubbed at her clit. The harder Randy fucked his ass the more she got off. As Randy reached orgasm, she thrust inward one last time, clenching at the flesh of his ass, screaming obscenities, bucking her hips like a wild stallion, Randy withdrew the cock from his ass, As her orgasm came to an end Randy clawed his back whooping like a banshee and thrust the strap-on back into Rico’s rosebud one more time.

“ I ‘m Cumming like a race horse, “ Gasped Rico as he released his white gusher into Brandy’s hot slippery cunt. Brandy was squealing with pleasure as she came for the third time. “ Oh Rico Baby, that was great. I’m all worn out. “ Brandy wheezed, her body collapsing underneath him.

“Hey Stallion, how does it feel to be bred like a mare?” Randy taunted as she popped her dildo out of his gapping bottom hole.

Rico looked over his bleeding back; looking Randy straight in her green eyes and replied, “ I can hardly wait to show you, Hot Stuff!” Randy felt her crinkly nether hole tighten as she took a swig of wine. Randy’s mind speculated. Rico was cute, he had a nice cock, But would he really fuck her bottom? Not today, she and her sister had tapped him out.

Randy just had to have the last words.

“ Promises, Promises Stud,……………..Promises, Promises!”

Rico just smiled showing his shiny white teeth.

*****

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Stallion



She had been driving down the country road when she spotted the horses. Now she stood by the fence, one foot resting on the lower rung. The sun warmed her and a breeze ruffled her long hair. She watched as the stallion mounted the mare again, his thrusts so powerful she could feel the impact between her legs. When the mare whinnied, the woman could empathize, she too wanted to moan. He kept thrusting, the mare's body jolting with each impact. When the stallion bit into the mare's back, the woman's sex grew moist. "You see anything interesting, young lady." 

She jumped and blushed bright red. "Um, sorry, Sir. I just um, I was just looking at the horses." Glancing over her shoulder she saw the Stallion dancing away from the mare and sighed in relief.

"I saw what you were watching. It's a powerful thing isn't it?" She turned away from him, too embarrassed to say anything more. He chuckled, "Would you like to see the rest of my ranch, little one."

She glanced back out over the field. "You own this beautiful place?"

He chuckled, "Yes and the randy horses as well."

He held out his hand. Hesitantly she lifted hers and he grasped it. "Put your foot on mine." She did and was instantly in his lap. Moving her leg over the horse she settled in front of him. She wasn't sure where to put her hands, but when the horse began to move she laid them on his thighs. "There you go." He stated. He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her body back tight against his. Leaning forward he opened the gate, walked the horse thru, then secured it again. He was surrounding her and she was very aware of him. "So you like horses?" His voice was at her ear, his breath tickled her neck. She nodded nervously. He watched the pulse in her neck beating wildly.

"I think maybe you aren't interested in a tour, little one. I think maybe you just need to feel the power of this horse beneath you. To feel it pounding between your legs." A whimper slipped out before she could stop it. He chuckled. In the next instant the horse was flying across the field. She laid her head back into his shoulder and his hand slid down between her legs. The horse's rhythm beat against her body and she felt the juices flowing from her sex. She was so close to the edge, she made a sound of frustration when he slowed the horse and they moved into the trees. Wrapping his fingers into her hair he pulled her head back against his shoulder, turned her lips to his and took her mouth. His kiss was drugging. Tongue deep, dancing with hers. Then he sucked her lower lip and bit into it. She moaned into his mouth. 

The horse had stopped and when she opened her eyes she saw they were next to a creek. He got down then reached up and pulled her into his body. "You're a beautiful woman, and too damn sexy for your own good." He held her hard, her feet a couple of inches above the ground. He nibbled at her neck, sucking her skin against his teeth. She moaned. His hand slid over her ass and between her legs, pressing his fingers against her heat. She pulled her knees up around his body to give him better access. A growl rumbled in his chest. He moved his middle finger over her clit and pressed the others at the wet spot on her jeans. She arched back, her hard nipples pressing against her shirt. He bit into one and she came apart in his arms. Her cries echoing in the trees, startling the birds into flight. 

"John, you got your ears on?" the voice from the pager startled her. She blushed and struggled to free herself. He chuckled again and loosened his hold. Her body slid down his, the bulge in his jeans pressing hard against her. She walked to the waters edge wrapping her arms around her body.

"Yea, what's up." He continued talking to the voice on the other end. Something about a cancelled appointment. "Works for me, I'll be back after while. Hold the fort." She heard him coming closer. She trembled but it wasn't fear, it was barely repressed lust. She had never wanted a man more in her life. 

"Take your clothes off for me, sweetheart." It wasn't a question and she turned to call him on it. But the look in his eyes killed the words on her tongue, she swallowed and began unbuttoning her blouse. He moved to a large boulder and sat down. As she removed pieces of clothing he slowly removed a boot, then another, his hat, then socks. His eyes were burning into her as she revealed firm breasts, a shaved mons, long legs. Finally she stood naked and he was just unbuttoning his shirt. She fisted her hands at her sides, her eyes looking at the ground next to his feet. As he pulled his shirt from his pants he said, "Come over here, sweetheart." He tossed his shirt aside and watched her take three steps and stop in front of him.

Standing, making her want to step back because he was so close, he pulled his belt from his jeans. "Turn around, little one." She hesitated just a moment and then obeyed. He pulled her wrists together and wrapped the belt around them. Her heart raced, due in some part to fear realizing she was in the middle of nowhere, restrained in the presence of a stranger. Then she heard his zipper and she forgot to be afraid. He pressed his hard cock into her hands and she wrapped her fingers around the heat. It was like holding molten steel wrapped in satin. He thrust and a moan was ripped from him. She turned and knelt, her tongue licked the purple head, tasting his salty precum. "Shit, that feels good, baby." He widened his stance and wrapped his fingers in her hair.

She sucked the head into her mouth and he growled as he thrust. Her lips stroked him and her tongue caressed him. When he pressed the back of her throat she loosened her lips and gave him access to her throat. "Holy shit." was his only comment. Then he was fucking her mouth. The randy rhythm causing a new wave of moisture to leak from her body. As he became more frenzied he cursed into the air then pulled from her. He reached down and grabbed his clothes, she watched in confusion. He dropped them on the boulder then helped her up and pressed her forward over the rock. Her cheek pressed against the pile of fabric then she heard the familiar sound of a foil packet. He spread her legs and without hesitation rammed his cock to the hilt into her body. She screamed as the heat of her orgasm engulfed her in flames. She had barely begun to come back down from the first climax when another began to build. He reached around and worked her clit. When she screamed again his growl filled the air and he exploded.

He released the belt and tossed it. She lay against the boulder trembling, her hands still behind her back. "Come here, baby." With that he scooped her up and walked into the cool water. He carried her to the deepest part of the creek and released her legs. Holding her tight against his chest he lifted her face to his. "You ok?".

She smiled and giggled softly. "I have no idea. What did you say your name was?"

He chuckled and said "Hello ma'am, the names John."

"Hi, I'm Pamela." She wrapped her arms and legs around his body and added, "It's really nice to meet you, Sir."



Stallion Brood-Mare Cuckold Virgin



These Chronicles continue the adventures of Jack Grierson, following from the 10 Chapters of Her Fiancé's Father.

*****

1."Judith!" My mother only used my formal name when she was angry. I sighed and wondered what I had done this time, as I went into her study. She swiveled around in her chair, unconsciously pushing her glasses up her nose and running her fingers through her blonde curls.

"Have you written the thank you note to Mr. Grierson for the piano he got you for your eighteenth birthday?"

I hung my head. She had been nagging me about that gift for weeks - it was not that I wasn't grateful, but I just didn't know what to say to him. It was just so awkward!

"I'll do it today, mom," I mumbled.

"You're always saying that! If you don't do it today, I will have them take the instrument back."

"I'll do it, mother," I said, dutifully.

"Come here," ordered Mom. I came up to her, not knowing what to expect. I was surprised when she ran her hand through my auburn, shoulder-length hair and patted my cheek. "I'm not mad at you, honey. You're my beautiful girl. Just do the right thing." 

"Yes, mother," I said and bolted for my room.

"And put on some proper clothes!" she called after me. "Your top has so many holes that it doesn't even pretend to cover your bra. And I can see your panties through the rips in your jeans."

I had always been a bit leery of Mom's business associate, Jack Grierson. The very first time I met him was soon after my youngest brother, Evan, was born. It was at the airport, when my mom Trixie Ann was returning from a business trip. He seemed a little too familiar with her. When he put his arm around her, she was very uncomfortable and flustered - she even grew short of breath.

However, materially, he was very good for our family. He introduced my mom to so many new business contacts that she began getting big raises, bigger bonuses and huge sales commissions. She bought a new BMW 5-series for herself and an almost new Cadillac for my dad, Alan. I got the new piano AND my mom's old Volvo. Mom bought my brother Eddie a new top of the line game console. 

Whereas before Mom had always been tight, now when she was in a good mood, she gave me lots of money to buy clothes and go to concerts. She was always buying presents for Dad and toys for Eddie and even for baby Evan. We ate out a lot at expensive restaurants. We took short weekend family vacations to exotic locales - Bermuda, Iceland.

The only thing that wasn't perfect was that my dad was still unemployed. Jack kept getting him interviews for excellent positions, and he even made it to the final round a few times. But in the end, nothing panned out. He was constantly worrying about money, but Mom ignored him.

"I'm saving lots," she assured him. "Jack has helped me make some really lucrative investments, we're doing really well."

* * * * * * *

2.It was now almost six months since Evan was born. My dad thought that his arrival was such a pleasant surprise, as he said to all of us that he had always been very careful with using condoms. But Mom convinced him that no birth control method is perfect. Dad was worried that the expense of this third child would really hurt our finances, but fortunately that was just when Jack helped Mom's career take off. Evan was in the best daycare center in town.

Mom had always had an hourglass figure - Dad found her full breasts and rounded hips extremely sexy and was always telling her so. However, Evan's birth seemed to galvanize her. She joined a very expensive gym and became obsessed with working out every day after work and even more on weekends. She would do an hour of an advanced step aerobics class three days a week, weight training on the other two days and on weekends she went for long runs. Many of her exercise sessions were with Jack. I could always tell when she had been working out with Jack, for she always came back dreamy-eyed, lightheaded and talking about how sore she was. Workouts with Jack seemed to always get her very tired, but into a very good mood. I quickly learned that I could get her to agree to anything when she was in this state.

She became toned and strong and looked sexy in a very different way. She spent every non-working moment in a sports bra, tights and athletic shoes. Men had always looked at her, but now we could not even go to the grocery store without men (and even some women) turning and staring at her, some very blatantly.

At first, Dad thought that her newfound fitness regimen would improve their togetherness, but sadly it did not. Whenever Dad tried to cuddle to Mom, she always pushed him away saying she was tired from her most recent workout. Sometimes weeks went by when I did not see them embracing. Even when she allowed Dad to kiss her, she was passive and it was like watching Dad kiss a mannequin. I began to find Dad on his computer late at night more and more often. When he wasn't home I scrolled through his history and found almost all his visits were to porn sites. He was clueless about Internet security.

Jack had just gotten Dad another interview today. Like most of these interviews, it was early in the morning, at 6:30AM. Dad was very hopeful this time, because Jack told him that it was with one of the executives in his company, a woman by the name of Farah Hojjat. They were to meet at a Starbucks downtown. Dad had to leave the house by 5:30AM to make sure he made it there in time. I dimly heard him thumping down the stairs and I was sure that Mom was still sleeping.

* * * * * * *

3.I got up and brushed my teeth as usual. I looked at my phone - it was almost 7:00AM - I was going to be late for school. My brother Eddie should have been on his school bus by now. I poked my head in to his room to make sure. As usual, it was a disaster: piles of clothes on the floor, dirty dishes and glasses everywhere and even the posters on his wall askew. Such a slob - his mess was there, but he was gone. 

I came out into the hall again and I thought I heard something. It was a low moan, it came from my parents' room and it sounded like Mom. 

I was eighteen and not naïve, but I was still a virgin. Heavy kissing and petting with my boyfriend Manny Slink was the sum total of my sexual experience. The farthest I had been was when he slipped his hand under my sweater in the darkness of the movie theater and squeezed my breasts through my bra. When he whispered that I had perfect tits, I was so proud I could burst. But the next time we were necking in my car, I stopped him when he tried to unhook my bra.

But I want to feel your bare nipples, he whispered plaintively.

I'm not that kind of girl, I snapped. 

Of course, he kept trying. And I let him feel my breasts regularly. I even felt his hard-on through his jeans. But I never let it get any farther, no matter how much he begged and pleaded.

Nonetheless, I knew about masturbation. We had learned about it in Sex Ed at school and I had made tentative explorations of my body, mostly in my bed. I knew what orgasms were in theory, but I was never sure whether I had ever had one. Dad has left for his interview, I thought. Mom thinks she is alone at home. Is she really masturbating?

Curious, I padded to my parents' bedroom door. It was slightly ajar and I stood in the crack, listening.

Mom moaned again and now I heard her voice. "Ohh, ... that feels so good ... Ohh ... don't stop ... "

Gosh, I thought. Is she really talking to herself? 

I knew that I should turn around and leave, but the pull of curiosity was too strong. I lingered, wondering about this side of my mom's life that was entirely foreign to me. 

"Ohh ... I'm so wet ... you're making me so excited! Ohh! Ohh!!"

It was Mom's voice, but the words, the panting, the gasps! I had to see it. I pushed the door slightly and saw the bottom of my parents' bed. The covers were rucked up and I could just see Mom's legs, splayed around a man's body. A man! And he was going down on her! It was just like they told us in Sex Ed. My mouth went dry.

There was no going back now. I pushed the door a bit more and saw the whole bed. The door was behind the head of the bed, so Mom was facing away from me. She was wearing a shortie nightgown that was pushed up around her armpits. Her red panties lay on the floor by the bed. Just as I pushed the door, she arched her back and began to buck and cry out.

"Omigod! OMIGOD!! I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Keeping sucking my clit ... I'm still cumming!! OH! OHH!!"

She threshed and bucked on the bed for a several long moments. I just stared at her passion, amazed at the intensity of her orgasm. This was nothing like the gentle sensations I brought on with my fingers in my bed. She caressed the full head of pepper-and-salt hair that was still at her crotch. Then the man raised his face and the penny dropped - it was Jack Grierson, Mom's business associate.

I was incredibly shocked. I should have read the signs - I had seen them working together and noticed the way he put his hands on her ass when my dad was not looking. With all her fitness workouts, she looked so different now, sleek and toned like Jack, not pudgy and soft like my dad. But she was still my mom and the thought of someone other than my dad fucking her, especially in my parents' bed, was just so WEIRD!

Jack began to kiss Mom's belly and work his way up. Her breasts were smaller now, but incredibly firm - I hoped mine were as firm! He let his thick tongue run around her nipples and teased them and sucked on them till they stood out thick and proud like pencil erasers. He went on, further up, kissing the choker scarf that she wore around her neck and finally finding her lips. Holding her by the nape of the neck, he put his other hand on his cock and guided it to her sopping cunt.

Looking at her firm, shaven pussy - I was learning so many things about Mom! - I realized that my own panties were damp. I was not conscious of when it had happened. But that realization paled in comparison to the sight of Jack's enormous dick. It was long and thick and veined - it looked more like a metal sculpture than a thing of flesh and blood. There was a bead of pre-cum on the tip and Jack rubbed it on Mom's clit, causing her to give out a stifled mew, for his thick tongue was still probing her mouth.

As he began to push into her, her vagina lips stretched and stripped back his foreskin, exposing a smooth purple cockhead. With the head of his dick lodged in her, he gave her a few gentle mini-thrusts, prompting more mewing. By now, I was feeling warmth deep inside me that stimulated the release of my feminine juices. My panties were soaked through and as they could no longer hold my wetness in, it began to leak down my upper thigh. With a deep sigh, Jack used his weight and steadily sank his entire length into her. He lay on her, fully encased for a few moments.

Very soon, he began to thrust into her, real thrusts now with a steady, driving tempo. The bed creaked in a steady rhythm with his thrusts, each ending with a wet smack as his mount hit hers. She rotated her hips around his thrusts, and even to my untutored eye, the way she immediately matched his rhythm indicated that he had been fucking her for some time.

My wet panties became so uncomfortable that I stripped them down to my ankles and stepped out of them. Mom was mewing so hard now that she was loud in spite of Jack's thick tongue deep in her mouth. In fact, she sounded so excited that it was hard to tell whether she came again or not. She sounded like she was cumming continuously for what seemed like ages. Then I came, surprising myself, because I wasn't touching myself or even trying to cum. My knees felt weak and I had to grab on to the doorjamb to prevent myself from falling. 

Jack slowed and stayed embedded in her for a while. He counter-rotated his hips, increasing the friction with her rotations. He groaned deep into her mouth and shuddered, suddenly pounding her with three sharp thrusts. She was still mewing and now gave a little scream. They both slowed and stopped. He stayed on top of her, still encased in her. He'd ejaculated his load into her!

I was trembling, still unable to turn and leave. My own pussy felt warm and I was so horny! Jack slowly pulled out of Mom and rolled over on to his back beside her. His enormous member was shiny with sexual secretions. She snuggled up to him, put her arms around his neck and rubbed her breasts on his hard chest. They lay together, cuddling and kissing. I wanted to leave, but I could not take my eyes off them.

"I did the test," Mom whispered after what seemed an age. "I'm pregnant again. Evan is going to have a little sibling. You've bred me again, you stud."

"That calls for an encore," said Jack. "Give me a few more minutes to recharge and I'll fuck you doggie style this time."

"No need to wait," said Mom throatily. "It's been a while since you came. I'm sure you can get hard, but let me make sure."

I just gaped as Mom slid down on Jack's body, rubbing her tits on him all the way down. My friends at school had told me about the act of giving head. We giggled about it a lot and most of the girls claimed to have experience - they all talked about how cum tasted salty. But I had no personal experience and had never seen it before. So when Mom opened her mouth and began to lick Jack's semen-coated shaft, I was agog. Before my incredulous eyes, he grew erect again - he was so big that she gagged on him. When he fucked her doggie style, she buried her head in her pillow, but her cries were still loud enough that I could have heard them in my room. 

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4.I did not go to school that day. I was senior, it was my last high school semester and I already had my college admission, so it really didn't matter. I drove to the mall and hung around till ten. I was still horny and all I could think about was Jack fucking Mom. How could she do this to Dad? Was she just fucking Jack to get ahead in business? To think that Evan was only my half-brother! And now there would be another half-sibling! I hated Jack and Mom, but especially Jack! He'd ruined my life. 

I wandered into Victoria's Secret and poked around. I took a package of three thong panties that were on the markdown rack - they were red on cream, navy on white and sheer powder blue. Closeted in the changing room, I closed my eyes and immediately visualized every detail of Jack's enormous organ, the veins, the smooth purple head. I could hear Mom mewing and moaning. I tried to stop myself, but my eyes stayed shut and I played the scene with Mom and Jack over again in my mind. By the time I resurfaced, I found that the clean panties I had changed into were sodden. I rummaged in my purse, but could not find any Kleenex. So I used one of the thong panties to clean myself up and dropped my own wet panties in the changing room trash bin.

I put on the thong I used to wipe myself and walked up to the checkout clerk. She was cool, dark blonde with slightly Asiatic eyes. As a cheerleader and one of the "popular" girls in school, I always dressed fashionably - what my parents called 'dressing like a hooker'. Normally I was not embarrassed at showing skin and my underwear. But this checkout clerk had such a perfect figure, that I felt she would find me wanting. My mesh top displayed most of my bra and the thong I had just put on showed through the strategic rips in my jeans. My heels clicked too loudly on the parquetted floor. I am always self-conscious about my nipples because they are longer than most girls and get very hard with the least bit of air conditioning. I had on a very thin, strapless, unpadded red-and-cream bra, so my nipples made very prominent pokies.

I handed her the two thong panties saying, "It's one of the three-sets from the markdown rack."

"I need to scan all three," she said. Her voice was bored, but she took very obvious notice of my projecting nipples. She looked rather well dressed for a checkout clerk - she wore a business suit was a plunging neckline and an ID badge on a lanyard with her picture and name, JULIA IVERSEN.

"I'm wearing one of them," I said.

"Well, you're going to have to take it off so I can scan it."

"It says there's a fixed price for the set. I've got the cardboard tag with the barcode right here."

"No, I'll still need to scan each one. Its for the inventory system."

You bitch, I thought. But there was nothing I could do. I went back to the changing room and fished out my old panties - but they were far too wet to wear. Curse you, Julia Iversen, I thought. I stripped off the thong and walked back to her commando. Embarrassment made my nipples even harder.

She took the three thongs and scanned each one. She pretended that the one I wore did not scan properly and turned it around in her hand as she scanned it again and again. Finally, she put all three in a bag and handed them to me.

She looked straight at me with her china blue, slanted eyes and said, "We don't appreciate our customers masturbating in the changing rooms." I stared back at her speechless, frozen into immobility. She leaned forward, cupped one of my breasts and ran a long fingernail over the protruding nipple. She whispered in my ear, "Darling, you've got delectable tits. If you need help getting off, my lunch hour is at noon."

Clutching my bag of thongs, I fled and drove home again. 

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5.Jack's Jaguar was still in the driveway and both Mom's and Dad's cars were there too. I used my key to enter and heard them in the kitchen. My mixture of emotions confused me. Jack was a disgusting adulterer, seducing and breeding my mother - not once, but twice! I wished he were dead. I was furious with Mom for giving in to him. But at the same time, every time I thought about them fucking in my parents' marital bed, it ignited a slow burn that descended to my nether lips and made them tingle.

I wanted to run up to my room and get cleaned up and put on some fresh panties. But Dad heard me at the door and called for me to come to the kitchen. I poked my head in and tried to make an excuse, but he insisted saying, "Just have a quick cup of coffee with us, Judy darling."

Mom was wearing a black and pink jog bra, a matching silk choker, knee length tights and cross-trainers. Dad was wearing his "interview" clothes - a white shirt with a tie and his nice slacks. Jack wore a polo shirt, baggy shorts and an expensive European brand of sneakers that I had never seen before.

Mom said she had been stretching and Dad poured me a cup of coffee. I sat down at the head of the table. There was an awkward silence.

"Well, I don't want to the party pooper," I said. "I'll leave so you can carry on with your adult talk."

"Oh, its not that, dear," said Mom. "Your dad was just about to tell us about his interview."

My ears perked up and I leaned forward on the table.

"Do tell, Dad. Were you great? You were really prepared for this one."

Mom was also looking at him expectantly, but Dad's eyes dropped to his coffee cup.

"I screwed it up," he mumbled. He made a fist and thumped the table by his cup, not hard, but just enough to make it rattle. "But I tell you, it was not my fault. I was prepared, I really was. But that Farah Hojjat, she messed with my head."

"Did she ask tricky questions?" asked Jack.

"No."

"Was she misleading? Did she ask about material not relevant to the job?"

"No," repeated Dad. He ran a hand through his hair. "It's difficult to explain. She's got short dark hair worn in a bob and an incredible figure."

"She is kind of cute," agreed Jack. "But what of it?"

"Cute! She's a knockout! She wore one of those very revealing business suits - a tight, short skirt and a jacket with no blouse. She left the top button of her jacket undone, so that every time she leaned forward to look at her notes, I couldn't help but get a complete eyeful of her lacy, red bra. Its not fair to dress like that at an interview."




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"But Alan, you're going to have to deal with women like that in the workplace. You can't let your fantasies distract you."

"Well, listen to this then! Halfway through the interview, she reached inside her jacket, cupped one of her breasts and adjusted her bra." In his childlike way, Dad dropped his voice to a stage whisper as though that would prevent Mom and me from hearing him - he is so clueless! "At one point she dropped her pen and bent over to get it. She has this incredible ass, and with her skirt pulled tight over it, I could see every detail, no panty line!"

Jack did not reply and waited for Dad to go on.

"Needless to say, I don't think I made any sense at all. At one point she asked, 'Did you hear what I asked you?' It turned out I had said that the exchange rate of the euro depends on the price of beer! I could not think straight with her acting that way!"

"Everyone makes a few mistakes in an interview," said Jack.

"That wasn't all," said Dad. "She made some notes after I said that and then her phone rang. She took the call, right there in front of me and started talking in this honeyed tone, saying the most explicit things in her clipped British accent."

"Like what?" asked Jack.

"She said 'I'd love to get your ramrod one in my mouth right now, big boy. And after I've got you good and hard, I'd like to sit on you, get you really deep inside me. You drive me wild!' Then she mumbled, but it sounded like she was talking to someone named Jack. For a moment, I thought it might be you!"

Jack laughed heartily, but Mom flushed, the red slowly suffusing her face.

"That is one of the funniest things I've heard," said Jack. "Of course, Jack is one of the most common names in the city."

"Yes, yes," said Dad. "I didn't think for a moment that it was you." 

"Alan, Alan, don't be downhearted," said Mom. "Things always seem worse than they are. I am sure you did not do as badly as you think."

"Oh, yeah? Well, I got a text message as I pulled into the driveway. It was from Ms. Hojjat and it said, 'Thank you for coming for the interview, Mr. Peters. However, I do not think that there is a good fit between your skills and our needs.' So that's that."

There was a short embarrassed silence. Mom reached across the table and tried to take Dad's hand, but he pulled it away petulantly.

"Well, Alan, it is not all bad news today," said Jack, putting his arm familiarly around Mom's waist. "You will be happy to know that Trixie Ann is really hot stuff." Dad looked up and smiled proudly when Jack said this. "I've been forwarding her all this really technical stuff that our software engineers have sent across and she has put together detailed designs for patches and amendment protocols. You wouldn't think that she is just an English major with half an MBA's worth of night credits."

Under the table, Jack's hand caressed Mom's flat stomach and then slid under the waistband of her tights. She squirmed, but all she accomplished was to get Jack's hand deeper into her crotch. Dad couldn't see because he was across on the other side of the table, but Mom knew that I could see. I wondered if she would have squirmed if I had not been there. I felt my throat going dry and my nipples hardening again.

Mom managed to squirm free and walked over to the fridge saying, "I'm getting an carrot from the crisper, would anyone else like anything?"

"Just get the ice cream out for me," said Dad.

As she walked towards the fridge, I watched her tight ass carefully and could discern no panty line. Was she commando under her tights? Why wasn't Dad watching her? But he was trying to get Jack's attention about another interview. I felt sorry for him and my anger towards Jack flared up again.

"I'm going up to my room," I said, draining my coffee cup and rising.

"Wait," said Jack. I stopped and turned around. "Your Mom was telling me about how hard you are practicing on your new piano. I'd love to hear you play."

"Not now," I said curtly.

"Now, Judy, that's not a nice tone of voice," said Dad sharply. "Mr. Grierson has been very good to us. Without him, you wouldn't have that piano. Just play a little party piece. Then you can do whatever you want."

I looked over at Mom for support, but she was still mad that I hadn't sent Jack the 'thank you' note. 

"Oh, just play a little piece and be done with it!" she snapped irritably. "Don't make such a big deal about it."

I shrugged my shoulders and led Jack to the living room where the new baby grand sat in the corner. As I sat down on the piano bench, Jack said, "Play Debussy's Petite Suite, please, Judy."

"I can't," I said, looking at him with irritation. "That's a piece for four hands."

"I know. I'll play with you."

"You play the piano?"

"Not like you, I didn't have lessons growing up. But I've been taking lessons the last few years."

"Oh, all right," I said. I hoped my irritated tone would get through to this disgusting man.

I sat down, ran my fingers over the keyboard and I felt Jack sit on the bench beside me. I began, just wanting to get it over with. The piece was thirteen minutes long. Just as the music swelled to fill the living room, he leaned on to my shoulder and whispered in my ear, "Don't stop playing, but I saw you watching as I fucked your mom this morning."

I missed a few keys, but kept going to avoid my parents coming into the living room. You bastard, I thought.

"Your mom is a great fuck. You heard her say that I've gotten her pregnant, didn't you? That I've bred her for the second time?"

You are such a pig, I thought. I was playing the major hands and kept going. He entered with his left hand at just the right time.

"You liked watching, didn't you? I saw you take off your panties. They must have been very wet."

All I could think was - I hate you, I hate you. But I did not know what to say, so I just kept playing, louder and louder, hitting the keys with energy to cover my confusion. I was too nonplussed to recognize how well he was playing.

Then he cupped my right breast with his right hand whispering, "You have great tits. And a great ass. I bet you are a great fuck too."

"I ... I ... don't know," I faltered.

"You're eighteen. A young woman."

He kneaded my breast through my mesh top and thin red-and-cream bra. My nipples betrayed me again, stiffening and standing out proudly. He kissed my ear as he whispered, "My, my, look at those nipples! You've got to take off your bra and show them to me."

Now there was an interlude where he did not need to play for three full minutes. He took advantage of this to slide my mesh top up. He cupped both my breasts through my thin bra and kneaded adroitly. I don't know how to describe it exactly. He was rough, but he was adept. He was possessive of my body, but he looked genuinely happy as I began to pant. I could not believe that my nipples could actually get harder and longer, but they did. They got so they were almost painful. I was frightened, I knew I should stop him, but I had absolutely no idea how.

"Mr. Grierson," I gasped. "Don't - "

"Keep playing," he said. He had to play now and he released my breasts to pick up his part of the piece flawlessly. How could he stay focused, while he was driving me out of my mind? I knew I was playing worse than I had in years, but his playing was spot on. He was an excellent pianist; I could not believe that he had only been taking lessons for the past few years.

Finally, the piece reached its crescendo and ended. I immediately tried to get up and get away from this horrible man, but he held me fast with one powerful arm. His other hand drifted down to my lap. I panicked, remembering again that I was commando - I had no panties on! But it was too late, for he undid the button of my jeans and pulled down the zipper. His hand found my moist, naked pussy.

"Ah, Judy, you're such hot, young woman! You're commando, no panties!"

Insinuating his hand into my unzipped jeans, he drove two fingers into me. He pistoned me, while stimulating my clitoris with his thumb. My panting was beginning to turn into something far louder, when he twisted my head and kissed me. I felt his thick tongue in my mouth. It was far more aggressive than Manny Slink, my high school boyfriend. He probed and sparred, constantly looking for a response. I put a hand on his shoulder and another on his invading wrist, trying to push him away, but it was a losing battle. I learned now that exchanging copious amounts of saliva could be exceedingly erotic. He was getting me to a state I had never known before. My excitement began to befog my loathing for him.

His fingers continued to manipulate my clitoris, unaffected by my frantic attempts to dislodge him. With my inexperience, I could not last. I began to cum, mewing into his mouth like Mom. My whole body was convulsing and just at that moment, I remembered that Mom and Dad were in the kitchen. Somehow, it made me cum even harder.

Finally, as I wound down, I realized that I was drenched with sweat. My bra and mesh top clung to me. My pussy was wet all over again and now I had drenched the seat of my jeans. I disengaged myself and Jack did not hold me.

I grasped my bag of thongs and stood up.

"You're a beast and I despise you!" I hissed. "I'm going to my room to have a shower to cleanse myself. Then I'm going to put on one of these thongs." 

I showed him the bag with Victoria's Secret prominently printed on the outside. I ran up the stairs, not quite believing what I had just said. I got to my room, expecting Jack to follow me and not quite sure whether I wanted him to or not. I shut my door, but did not lock it. I stood staring at it with my jeans still hanging open at my waist and my mesh top rolled up under my armpits. I had just had the hardest orgasm of my life on my piano bench. I am ashamed to admit that I even made up disgraceful scenarios in my mind of Jack saying, "Your Mom is a great fuck, but you are even better!" But the minutes ticked by and the door remained stubbornly shut - Jack did not come. I managed to convey my loathing to him, I thought. I had escaped his scandalous attentions.

But I was also frustrated. I masturbated hard in the shower and I did manage to cum. But it was a pale imitation of my eruption on the piano bench. And certainly nothing like the thorough fucking that Jack had given Mom in the morning. I told myself that I was relieved with my narrow escape. As the memory of my intense orgasm on the piano bench began to fade, I truly believed it.

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6.The following days passed slowly. Mom left for work very early in the morning and came back late. She said she was very busy at work. One thing that did change was that I began to spy on my parents' bedroom. Dad was much more physically attentive to Mom now and it was only two days later when I managed to get a ringside seat.

The both excused themselves after dinner, saying they were tired - but neither of them was a particularly good liar. I waited fifteen minutes and then followed them up. I cracked their door open and was rewarded with Mom riding Dad in the 'cowboy' position. She was working hard, but was quite silent. In contrast, Dad was groaning. It went on for less than a minute and then Dad came. Mom remained on him, twisting her pussy on his cock that must have been softening. She did not look particularly satisfied.

That weekend, I got a package in the mail. There was no senders' address. I took it up to my room and ripped off the colorful paper wrapping. There was cardboard box inside. I used scissors to tear the tape and opened the box. The top layer was of very light tissue paper and underneath there was some beautiful lingerie. Beneath that, there was more tissue paper and some clothing. Below that was more tissue paper and there were shoes on the bottom of the box.

I took out each item and ran my fingers over them, gawking at the labels.

The lingerie consisted of a very expensive La Perla bra, red-and-cream like the one I was wearing when I had my piano bench tryst with Jack. There was a matching cream-colored thong with red trim, a St. Laurent red silk ribbon choker and Wolford Logic red stockings. There was a Medusa leather slit skirt with a reverse vertical zipper that closed by going DOWN from the waist to the top of the slit. There was a gauzy chiffon Hermes sleeveless blouse. Finally, there was a pair of Christian Louboutin sling-back pumps with oh-so-cute bows and spike heels.

I locked my room door and stripped off my clothes to immediately try on my new finery. The bra was a 32B - just my size - and it was a demi. The frilly tops of the bra cups were cut well below my nipples. I pulled on the panties and stockings, zipped on the leather skirt and draped on the chiffon blouse, but left it unbuttoned. Finally, I tied on the silk choker, slipped on the shoes and looked at myself in the mirror. I cupped my breasts with my hands and my sensitive nipples grew hard.

"How do you do, Miss Fifi la Rouge," I said to my image in the mirror with an exaggerated French accent. "You are looking sexy tonight."

I was about the throw away the package when I saw that I had dropped a card on the ground. I picked it up and read, 'Hope you like the clothes - they're a small recompense for the pleasure of playing the piano with you. Do send me a selfie when you wear them. - Jack.'

I am a shopper and I know clothes. The La Perla bra and thong were from the Soutache collection and cost over $500, the St. Laurent choker was about $300, Medusa leather skirt about $1000, the Hermes blouse over $2000 and the Christian Louboutin shoes were another $1000. Jack had sent me almost $5000 worth of clothes! I still hated him, but now I felt indebted to him. I should send all this stuff back and tell him to go to hell, I thought. But I ran my fingers over the cups of the La Perla bra and down on to the soft leather of the Medusa skirt. It was so pretty - fancier than anything I owned, even with Mom's largesse. Sending him a selfie was a small price to pay for keeping the clothes.

I buttoned up the Hermes blouse and put my phone on a selfie stick. I took a few quick shots, examined them and sent him the one with the best centering. I looked at again after I sent it - I was pouting and my lips looked full. My aureoles were faintly visible through the sheer chiffon. My nipples made clear indentations in the thin Hermes blouse. I clicked my tongue in irritation, but I was secretly quite proud of how sexy I looked.

Just then my cell phone buzzed insistently indicating incoming texts. I swiped the screen - there were two messages. One was from Jack with a single word, 'Thanks'.

The other was from my boyfriend, Manny Slink. 

'Babe, need a ride to town to see a man about some stuff. U drive me?'

'Sure,' I texted back.

I was too excited by my new clothes to consider changing. I told Mom and Dad I was going over to my friend Laura's to study and would be back home very late. Then I texted her to alert her in case my parents called.

I met Manny my freshman year, just after I made the cheerleading squad. He was in my year and was then the junior varsity quarterback. We were friends, but had only started dating as seniors. By now he was the high school starting quarterback and I was quite flattered when he showed an interest in me.

Like me, Manny was eighteen. He lived with his mother, who was black. She did not have a job and I assumed she was on welfare. Manny had never met his father, but he told me that he was Puerto Rican. This made sense, because although he had typically black, frizzy hair, his skin was quite light. 

Although it was glamorous to be the girlfriend of the starting quarterback, I quickly learned that Manny was rather dumb. When all of us in the senior class were getting our college offers, I found out that he was not that talented a football player either. He finally got a scholarship from a small two-year college in the middle of the state. He made a big deal about it, but after four years as a cheerleader, I knew better. 

My parents hated Manny. That made him much more attractive to me and made me stick with him. We would be going to different colleges at the end of the summer and I assumed our relationship would end naturally. Manny impressed the other "popular" girls, so he was a convenient boyfriend for the time being, but I knew that I did not want to get serious about him. I guess that is why I never let him fuck me - or even get his hands in my panties.

Even in the short time we had been dating, Manny's mom had gone through a couple of boyfriends. Manny did not talk about them, but I got the feeling that his mom's boyfriends did not like him around the house. So Manny spent a lot of time with his cousins in the ghetto.

He never had much money and was constantly "borrowing" from me. However, from time to time, he sold weed and crack in school. Then he always blew everything he made, taking me out dancing to The Shake Shack, the local teen hangout.

I drove over to Manny's place. He lived at the other end of the school district, a much less prosperous part. I pulled up outside the rundown duplex and Manny came running out as soon as he saw the car. He slid into the passenger seat and said, "Can I drive? I know where we're going."

"No," I said shortly. "You don't have a driver's license."

"Oh please, babe ..."

"No," I said firmly. "Just tell me where you want to go."

"438, Post Avenue," he said petulantly. "I'll tell you how to get there."

I knew that it was a bad part of the city, but I did not bring that up. I had dropped Manny off in places like this before. Part of me felt sorry for him. We drove in silence, for apart from football Manny never had much to talk about.

We got to Post Avenue and I slowed down, looking for numbers. All the streetlights were out and it was very dark.

"Just drive, I know where we're going," said Manny.

I kept driving slowly, squinting as I tried to find some house numbers. Then all of sudden there was the roar of a powerful engine and the screech of tires. A big Hummer SUV pulled out of an alley and skidded to a stop right in front of me. I hit the brakes and brought the Volvo to a halt just before hitting the big vehicle in front of me. Several muscular young black men poured out of the Hummer and surrounded my car. Manny's door was opened and he was forcibly pulled out. A flashlight shone in through my window, blinding me momentarily.

"Hey guys, I was looking for my cousin, Jamal, ..." began Manny.

"You better pay me what you owe me first, motherfucker!" The voice was deep and very angry. It belonged to whoever was holding the flashlight and I could not see him behind it.

"DeSean!" said Manny. "I'll give it to you right away. My girlfriend has it in the car."

My hand flew to lock my door, but it was too late. My door was wrenched open and I was dragged out of the car. One of the men held my arms in a powerful grip and pinioned my body. Now more flashlights were illuminated and I saw more of scene. There were four young men wearing sleeveless muscle shirts and they crowded around Manny and me. The one Manny addressed as DeSean was the biggest - he was at least six foot six and built like a bull. His biceps were bigger than my thighs. Manny was not small, but DeSean made him look puny.

He strode up to me. He was so tall that I had to crane my neck upwards to look him in the face.

"You got my money, you honky ho?" he asked. His words were rough, but his tone was not.

"I've got ... I've got some money in my purse," I faltered. "It's in the car."

"Let her go," said DeSean and I was released. He pointed into the car. "Now be a good girl and get me my money. Then you and this retard Manny can go back to the burbs where you belong."

I reached into my open car door and got my sling bag purse. I pulled out my billfold and counted out what I had. Mom had just given me money, so I thought I had a lot.




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"I've got $300," I said. "How much do you want?"

There was silence. All the men stared at me and I froze, more frightened now than I had been before.

"You bitch!" DeSean's voice was like the crack of a whip. "You think you can make a fool of me?"

He grabbed my purse and billfold. He went through the billfold and then emptied the contents of my purse on the street. My makeup mirror shattered and my glass vial of nail polish remover smashed.

"Oh, please don't do that!" I cried in dismay.

He held up the wad of twenties from my billfold. I looked at the money and then at the surrounding black faces. They were all smiling broadly. Somehow that made me even more scared. DeSean turned slowly to Manny.

"You owe me $5000," said DeSean slowly. "Is your ho hiding more money?"

"I don't think so," said Manny licking his lips.

"What did you think you were doing, bringing this chickenshit amount of money?"

DeSean splayed the bills and gently lofted them into the air, letting them scatter in the street. The other men went down on their knees and collected them. In short order the money was gone, pocketed by DeSean's men.

"Oh, please," I cried. There were tears in my eyes now.

"DeSean, I brought the money as a down payment," said Manny, speaking fast now. "But I brought Judy for you too. You can have her."

I couldn't believe my ears.

"What are you saying, you turd?" I shrieked.

"You've got to help me, babe," Manny babbled. "You've got to put out for DeSean. Otherwise he'll kill me."

"What do you mean?" I screamed.

"You've got to let him have you, you bitch! You've got to let him fuck you!"

I looked over at DeSean. He had crossed his massive arms and he was now grinning broadly. He looked me up and down, undressing me with his eyes.

"You may have something there, Manny," he said, thickly. "Now that I look at her, she's one hot, sexy ho."

"And she's a virgin, bro!" gibbered Manny. "You can take her cherry!"

"You mean you didn't do it already?"

"She wouldn't let me," said Manny, a note of viciousness coming into his voice. "She's a fucking cock tease, always dressing like a ho, but never putting out. She never even let me get my hands in her panties."

"Well, well, well," said DeSean. "A cock tease virgin, huh? So tell me, Judy - do you think fucking you is worth $5000?"

I now realized that I was shaking with fright. I tried to reply, but my teeth chattered and I could not form the words.

"Please, ... Please, ...," I finally managed. "Please don't rape me. I'm a good girl. I've never done anything wrong."

"Better and better," said DeSean, licking his lips. "I didn't think there were any eighteen-year-old virgins left in the world."

He came forward slowly, a step at a time. I stared at him with a deer-in-headlights look. When he moved, it was so sudden that I could not even begin to react. His left hand shot forward and he caught first one wrist and then the other, holding them together in a vice grip. I fought him, but I might as well have tried to move a semi-truck. With contemptuous ease, he raised my arms and trapped my wrists behind my head on the roof of my car. This arched my back and made me thrust my breasts forward. He ran the thick, meaty fingers of his right hand over the swells of my breasts through the thin chiffon.

"You have wicked cool tits," DeSean whispered. "Are they real?"

I nodded, too frightened to disobey him.

"No surgeon could make tits like these. Has Manny been pawing at them?"

I nodded again.

"You bitch!" cried Manny. "She's all yours, DeSean. Fuck her brains out! I didn't do nothin' to her."

I shot Manny a furious look and saw that two of DeSean's men had him bent forward over the hood of my car. They had twisted his arms behind his back.

"Be nice to me now, Judy," said DeSean softly.

"Please don't hurt me," I whimpered.

"It may hurt at first, but soon you'll like it. All girls like my dick."

"I don't know anything about sex," I moaned. "You won't enjoy me. Please, please don't rape me."

To my surprise, he laughed out loud.

"You're a sexy, hot ho! I can't wait to push my big cock into your tight virgin cunt! Popping your cherry will get me off right away. Then I'll get you to suck me and I'll fuck you again, real slow!"

He cupped my breasts one at a time with his huge right hand, still holding me arched over the side of my car with his left. He felt my nipples through the thin chiffon. They betrayed me straightaway, puckering up and standing out. He unbuttoned my blouse, one button at a time, till it was open to my waist. He spread it open and licked his lips again as he saw that my nipples and aureoles were bared by my demi-bra.

He ran a finger and thumb over my nipples and they got even harder, standing out like little pencils. His eyes grew wide.

"Sugar, look at how big your nipples are swelling! I've never any that long! You're one wicked ho!"

"Oh my God!" I wailed. "What are you going to do to me?"

He leaned forward until his lips were just an inch from my ear.

"I'm going to FUCK you, honey child. I'm going to shove my big, black dick deep into your pretty, pink pussy. Then I'm going to fuck you in the ass. And I'm going to do it again and again, till you don't know if it's day or night."

He tweaked my nipples gently at first, but them harder and harder till it became so painful that I cried out each time. He seemed to enjoy my little screams. Then he leaned forward and the next time he pinched my nipple, he covered my mouth with his. My scream was abruptly muffled and his thick tongue entered my open mouth. I tried to twist my head away, but the force of his neck was too strong. I felt like I couldn't breathe and began to hyperventilate in my panic. It made my breasts jounce, even though they were flattened against his hard chest.

Just when I thought I was going to pass out, he broke off the kiss and let me come up for air. I gulped it down in great gasps, and he seemed to enjoy my quivering breasts, for his kneaded them roughly, resuming tweaking my nipples again. I knew that they would be severely bruised by the morrow, but I didn't think about that just then.

He ran a finger along my ribbon choker and said, "Manny brought you all dressed up, even put a bow on you!"

"DeSean, listen. Please let me go and I'll get my mom to pay you everything that Manny owes you. I promise, cross my heart and hope to die. Please, please, please."

"Once you go home, you'll call your local cops. And then I'll never see my money. No, I think I'll keep you and fuck you for a few days. I'll fuck you till I get the $5000 out of your ass."

He reached down and got the zipper on my Medusa skirt. He slowly unzipped it upwards from the slit all the way to the waist. He left the last few teeth of the zipper engaged and put his thick right hand into the open skirt seams between my legs. He ran his fingers along the lace tops of my red stockings, and then on to the bare skin of my inner thighs, almost to the edge of my thong, teasing me. My breathing grew short - I thought it was fright, but there was also some excitement. He ran a finger lightly along the smooth fabric of my thong and said, "What did I tell you? I can smell your sex, you hot little ho!"

"Oh, please let me go!" I whined. "Please don't rape me!"

He cupped my pubis in his massive hand, massaging my clit through the thin thong. I gasped. I did not know what was happening to me, but my legs seemed to grow too weak to support me. He was holding me up with his massive left arm pinning my arms to the roof of my car.

"You want it, ho! You want my dick!"

"No, no, no," I wailed.

Then I heard the squealing of tires. Many things happened at once. DeSean let me go and I sank down to my knees, unable to stand. Several of DeSean's men drew guns and he pulled one out himself. They all shone their flashlights in the direction of the car that had appeared. In the light of flashlights, I saw that it was Jaguar. The door opened and Jack got out. He shot his cuffs and put his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket.

"Having fun, boys?" Jack asked.

"Get back in your car and beat it, honky!" said one of DeSean's men. "This ain't none of your business."

"Yeah, stick around and you'll be sorry," said another.

"Let's see, there's four of you men and you've got a teenage boy and girl. Seems a bit unfair, don't you think?"

"I know you," said DeSean advancing on Jack. He was so big that he even looked down on Jack. "You're Jack Grierson. You're always in the gossip sheets, squiring some actress or model. You better get back to your world, pussycat, or this big, bad dawg is going to bite your head off."

Jack's hand came out of his jacket with a gun. It had a long sausage shaped silencer on the end of the barrel. He did not say anything further, but fired quickly four times. There were just muted coughs from Jack's silenced gun. Suddenly, DeSean and all of his men were lying in the street, yelling. Jack advanced on each and kicked the weapons out of their hands.

"When you pull out a gun, use it, don't wave it around," said Jack after he had disarmed all of them. 

They slowly go to their feet, clutching their arms to stanch the flow of blood. Jack had shot each of them in the arm, preventing them from using their guns. A couple of them looked like Jack's bullets had smashed their elbows. It was their turn to whimper now. DeSean was the only one who was not cowed.

"I'll find you, Jack Grierson," he said viciously. "I'll bring you back here to my neighborhood and cut you to pieces! All the cops here are mine, you won't have a chance!"

Jack pointed his gun at DeSean.

"We'll be watching you, DeSean," said Jack. "24 - 7 - 365. Me and my friends in Black Ops. You endanger me or anyone of mine and we'll take you out and feed you to the fishes. No one will find your body. Now get in your Hummer and take yourselves to an ER."

They sullenly got into their vehicle, some of them still sobbing with pain. Jack watched them drive away before coming to me. He raised me to my feet, but I was still too shaken and I fell against him. I held on to him and began to cry, deep, gasping sobs that made my whole body judder. He held me without speaking and I felt the hard, still-warm gun barrel in the middle of my back. I tried to take step, but my knee collapsed, unable to take my weight.

Without a word, Jack scooped me up in his arms and carried me around to the open passenger door of my Volvo. He slid me in and I lay back, closing my eyes. My chiffon blouse was still open and my demi-bra displayed the upper swells of my breasts and my nipples. My skirt was still unzipped almost to my waist, showing my stocking tops and my thong. But I did not care, I just lay there in the passenger seat, trying to get my panicked breathing under control. Jack picked up my things, put them in my purse and brought it back to the car.

"Get in the back, Manny," said Jack. "I'll drive you both home."

Manny quietly got in the back and Jack got into the driver's seat.

"What about your car, Jack?" I asked, as he put my car in gear.

"Don't worry, one of my staff, Julia Iversen, was in my car with me. She'll take care of it for me."

In my fogged state, my mind made strange connections.

"Julia Iversen! That was the name of the checkout clerk that I dealt with at ... "

"Yes," Jack smiled. "I had Julia keeping an eye on you. She stood in for the clerk at Victoria's Secret."

"How did you know where to find me tonight?" I asked, as Jack began to drive.

"When you sent me the selfie and I responded, I implanted a GPS app on your phone. So I knew you were here. I figured I should come by and take a look to make sure you were OK. I'm glad I came."

"You took an awful chance shooting at them!" I said. "There were four of them!"

"They're just a bunch of punks. The taxpayer put a lot of money into training me at Army Special Forces. The odds were in my favor."

We did not talk any more till we got to Manny's house. Jack's hand rested between my legs up my open skirt. His palm rested on the inside of my upper thighs. I did not push it away, but he did not do anything either.

Manny left without saying goodbye to either of us. I did not look at him as he left and did not look back as we drove away. As far as I was concerned, he was history. I never wanted to see him again.

We got to my house and Jack pulled into the driveway. We both got out of the car and Jack handed me my keys. I zipped up my skirt and buttoned up my chiffon blouse.

"I did not thank you for the clothes," I said. "They are beautiful."

"You look ravishing," said Jack, with a slight bow. "The photo you sent was payment enough."

I blushed and hoped that he could not see it in the dark. I glanced over my shoulder and saw the light in the living room was on. The curtains were parted and there was a silhouette that looked like Dad. He always waited up whenever I was out late.

"How are you going to get home?" I asked.

"I'm not," he said. "I'm going to stay with you."

He took me in his arms, but this time I tried to push him away. I felt his huge erection through his pants - its heat pulsated against my belly through the thin chiffon of my blouse.

"Don't do this, Mr. Grierson. If you force yourself on me, you're no better than DeSean."

"I never claimed to be a better man than DeSean," said Jack. "Just a tougher one."

"If this is what you are going to do, I wish you had never come!" I said, trying to keep my voice down. "I'd rather be raped by DeSean than by you!"

That stopped him.

"Why?"

"Because I hate you, Jack Grierson! You've been fucking my mother for over a year and bred her. And now with Evan still a baby, you've bred her again! Your very touch makes my skin crawl! You've ruined my family, you have no morals, no feelings!"

I spoke in a harsh whisper. I glanced over my shoulder - Dad was still in the window.

"I'm sorry that you feel that way," said Jack. "I'll walk you to your door."

I turned and walked quickly, but he moved fast and was by my side. His hands were in his pockets in an attempt to conceal the tent that his erection made in his pants. I used my key, opened the door and let myself in. Jack held the door open and followed me in.

Dad was in the living room in his pajamas and came towards me. Then he saw Jack behind me and stopped abruptly. He took in my attire. 

"Wow, Judy, you look, um, a bit racy," said Dad. "And what brings you here so late, Jack?"

"What's going on?" Mom came down the stairs, tightening the belt on her Balenciaga black silk dressing gown. It was a shortie and only came down to mid-thigh. She had open-toe espadrilles on her feet. She wore a red St. Laurent ribbon choker that was identical to mine - it was too much of a coincidence - Jack must have bought it for her.

"I had a little trouble in the city," I said quickly. "Mr. Grierson came by and gave me a hand."

"What sort of trouble?" asked Mom.

"Umm, some of Manny's friends, ..." I began. I paused trying to think of what to tell my parents. "They were getting a bit out of hand," I finally said lamely.

"I've told you a million times to stop taking Manny Slink to the city!" exclaimed Mom, stepping off the stairs. She came up to me, ran her fingers through my hair and kissed me on the forehead.

Jack came up and put his arms around Mom's waist possessively.

"Judy didn't do anything wrong," he said. "But Manny's a worthless scoundrel - he got her into trouble and he'll do it again unless she drops him."

"Yes!" Mom said emphatically. "I keep telling her that. Maybe now she'll listen."

Jack held Mom tightly. I knew that he was grinding her ass against his big erection. She held his wrists and attempted to disengage but she did not try very hard. She swiveled her hips like a lap dancer, to allow his hard-on to settle in between her ass cheeks. Then she then undulated up and down. It was a very subtle simulation of a doggie style fuck. Jack slipped one hand inside the seam of her silk dressing gown and I was sure he was kneading her pussy. He moved the other hand up to cup the bottom swell of one of her breasts. Mom's eyes grew a bit glazed.

"I wanted to bring Judy home safe," said Jack. But his low tone seemed to say that he wanted to do something quick different to Mom.

I could not believe that they were carrying on like this right in front of Dad and me. I glanced over at Dad. I was shocked to see that there was a modest bulge at the crotch of his pajamas - he had a hard-on!

"Thanks for protecting her and bringing her home," said Mom in a breathy tone more suited to the bedroom than the living room.

I could not take it any longer. I quickly walked up the stairs and rushed up to my room without looking back. I looked at myself in my full-length mirror and found that I was panting. My breasts rose and fell under my sheer chiffon top. I unbuttoned the top one button at a time, until it hung open. I stared at my demi-bra and ribbon choker. As I watched myself, my nipples puckered up and hardened. I tried to regiment my breathing, but it only seemed to make me more short of breath. I panted, unable to comprehend my mix of passions.

Was Jack going to fuck Mom right there, in front of Dad? How appalling that would be! But why was it making me excited? I felt the tightness of a hostile emotion but could not understand what it was. Was I angry at Jack for how he had turned my life upside down? At Mom for becoming his brood mare? At Dad for becoming so utterly emasculated?

I cupped my breasts and teased my nipples. I thought of DeSean and instead of fear, now I felt heat slowly building in my groin. I thought of Jack taking me away from DeSean - to be his prize. Two stud bulls, fighting over me!

And then I thought of Mom, feeling Jack's huge erection between her ass cheeks through her thin silk gown. Realization dawned slowly, but surely. I recognized my hostile emotion for what it was - jealousy. I was sure Jack was going to fuck Mom tonight - but I wanted him to fuck me.



Stallion Pursues a Virgin



This is a Jack Grierson story. It relates to the 10 Chapters of my series Her Fiancé's Father as well as my other Jack Grierson stories on Literotica.

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1.As a freshman as the university, I had lived in the city for less than a month when I out of blue I got a text from my mom's business associate, Jack Grierson. I had not seen him all summer and had thought I was well rid of him. Jack was cuckolding Dad and had bred Mom, not once but twice! I had even seen him fucking her; her screams as she came still rang in my ears and could still get me moist. Thanks to him I had a baby half brother and would soon have another half sibling. I loathed him and his text brought back memories I would rather not relive. 

Jack: Hi Judith, how would you like to be bra model?

My mom, Trixie Ann Peters, made good money, but my dad, Alan "Tom" Peters, was unemployed. My mom paid my tuition, but insisted that I pay for my living expenses. So I was supporting myself by working as a trainer at a fitness studio. It did not pay much, so I was beginning to really feel the pinch of not being able to make ends meet.

Judith: How much does it pay?

Jack: I can get you a try-out with Alexandra's Secret. If you were picked, it would pay a lot.

Judith: How do I apply?

Jack: I'll handle it. You'll get an email. 

The email with the details of the try-out came later that day and I was totally excited. I called Mom and she got really excited too.

"Your breasts are perfect honey," she said. "Just perfect. You're bound to get in. The Alexandra's Secret catalog is one of the biggest! I buy lingerie from it all the time!"

I was not so sure. I knew I had a great body, but I also knew that bra models had to be perfect.

The try-out was designed to give the aspirant a taste of life as a supermodel. I was picked up at my rather down-at-heel apartment building by a liveried chauffeur in a stretch limousine and lodged in a top floor corner suite at the Plaza Hotel. There was vintage champagne on ice in a silver bucket in my suite and a personalized hand-written note of welcome from the hotel general manager addressed to me - Judith Megan Peters. A personal shopper took me out for the afternoon to buy a complete ensemble of expensive designer clothing that was mine to keep. There were box tickets for two at the Met and dinner reservations at Maison Rouge. Bernard Yeung, an MBA student at the university, had taken me out to dinner a few times, so I was able to reciprocate in a grand manner. He was suitably impressed. The first two days were like a dream.

On the second day I was given a personalized tour of Museum of Modern Art by a New York University art history PhD student. This was the third day. After a very late breakfast - more like a brunch - I was picked up for my try-out and brought into a factory-like loft studio just after eleven. Brian Dixon-Jones would be shooting the try-out pictures. At thirty-five, he was one of the top fashion photographers in the world, with all the arrogance that goes with that position. When I walked in radiating confidence in my new high fashion ensemble, he lost no time in pricking my balloon.

I stood still as the makeup staff worked on my hair and face. I looked at the studio floor where Erin Heatherton, a striking six-foot blonde supermodel was throwing her head back with abandon and then cupping her breasts, following the commands of the photographer with professional precision. How could I - Judith Megan Peters - compete with a supermodel? I was terribly nervous - I had done some small time modeling in high school for local businesses, but this was the big time. I knew this was my big chance and I did not want to screw it up. 

"Take her over there and strip her," he snapped to one of his assistants, a harried looking young woman with a pencil behind her ear. He waved in the general direction of one of the bare walls. "Get her fitted in the try-out bras. And find matching panties for each of the bras."

With that, he had gone back to his shoot with Erin Heatherton. I was intimidated and a bit frightened as the makeup staff - a mixed crew of women and men - literally did what Brian ordered. They had me stand still and moved my arms and legs about as though I were a tailor's dummy, stripping me till I had nothing on but my high-heeled Jimmy Choo pumps. Then they put on a red underwire demi-bra with white lace and matching panties. The demi-bra was cut low enough that it displayed part of my nipples, even though my aureoles are quite small.

Even as the undressing and dressing was going on, they worked on my auburn hair and my face, quickly and professionally. Then as quickly as it started, it was over. The makeup staff disappeared and left me by the bare wall, wearing nothing but the pumps, the bra and panties and a red silk choker. No one offered me a robe or any cover-up and soon I grew a bit cold. I hugged herself for warmth as she watched Brian's shoot with Erin Heatherton go on and on. My nipples are unusually sensitive - when they are stimulated, they harden and stand out a full inch in length. They popped out of the demi-bra and I crossed my arms to try and conceal them.

Erin Heatherton, the supermodel, was treated quite differently. After every series of shots, they brought her sparkling water and a robe. There was pile of delicacies in her rest area that was constantly replenished, though she herself ate nothing. She relaxed and chatted with Brian as he showed her the results of the shoot. Everyone seemed to have forgotten about me.

Finally, the shoot was over for the day. Just after three, Erin Heatherton left surrounded by her entourage. Brian's harried female assistant materialized and ushered me onto the center of the studio as the lights were being re-adjusted for the try-out shoot. He eyed me critically and said, "Put your butt on the arm of the sofa. Arms behind the back of your head, and throw your head back." As the same time, he put his hand out and a shoot assistant handed him a camera, primed and ready.

Once he began, he kept shooting and issuing commands, receiving a series of different cameras. I tried to do as I was told. I had no idea how many shots he had taken, when he suddenly said, "OK, that's it for this set. Get her into the next one."

Magically the makeup crew re-appeared and stripped the bra and panties off me. Another bra, this time a halter-neck black one with pink lace trim, was put on me. My legs were manipulated and the matching set of panties was pulled up on me. Unseen hands massaged my breasts and crotch, making sure the lingerie was snugly fitted. It all happened so fast that the sensation was of machines rather than human hands.

The pattern was repeated several more times. I got into a blind rhythm, blocking out every sound but Brian's voice. I had no idea whether I was doing well or poorly or even whether I was actually following his commands. Finally, it stopped. The brightest lights were dimmed and I looked around uncertainly. I was in a leopard print, underwire bra with black straps and matching panties. There was a black silk choker on me now, with long trailing ends.

Brian approached me, one hand in his pocket, looking down at the results on an iPad. A specialized program had analyzed the hundreds of pictures from the try-out shoot and arranged them in an order for viewing. There seemed to be dozens of crewmembers setting up another set of lights and a backdrop of papier-mâché rocks for the next shoot. Ignoring the hubbub around them Brian said, "Have you modeled bras or swimsuits before?"

"No," I said, shaking my head. "Just some work for a local stores, mainly facials, some full body."

"That's very different," he said. "Nothing like this at all." He paused. "For a first timer, you did very well. A bit rough around the edges, but nothing I can't fix. You have a very wholesome look. What's your background?"

"My parents are both from Irish families," I replied. "I guess I'm a typical American girl next door."

"You've got the classic, peaches-and-cream Irish complexion," he said. "But you have a Nordic figure and the height to go with it. How tall are you?"

"Five foot nine."

He took a step forward. Without hesitation, he cupped both my breasts and kneaded and squeezed them through the silky bra, examining me as though I were an animal at an auction. I gasped.

"What?!" I expostulated.

"Hush," he said. "This is what you're selling. No middle class prudery here, I need to examine the goods."

He reached around me, unfastened the bra and let it drop to the ground. Then he repeated his action, kneading my naked breasts, and running his fingernails over my nipples. This time I gasped louder and looked around the studio in panic. But no one was paying any attention. Brian's harried woman assistant reappeared with a bucket of ice. He took a cube in each hand and ran them over my nipples.

I squealed with shock at the icy cold touch, but Brian was not fazed. He continued icing my nipples, watching them pucker and stand out proudly. They stood out even longer than normal with ice, based on my small perfectly round aureoles. Eventually, he dropped the much-diminished ice cubes back in the bucket and kneaded my breasts again, feeling the upright nipples.

Finally he stopped and examined my breasts critically for a moment. Then he looked up into my eyes and smiled.

"You're almost perfect," he said. "What's your bust size?"

"Well, ..." I began.

"Come on," his tone was impatient. "You want to be a bra model!"

"32 B."

"I thought you felt a bit small. On a five-nine frame, 32 B's are just not big enough. To work with me, you need at least 33's. But don't worry, we can arrange for an enlargement - the company will take care of everything."

He turned to his assistant, without waiting for a reply.

"Set up an appointment with the clinic,..."

"No."

Brian stopped and looked back at me in surprise.

"Excuse me?"

"I said no. I don't want any surgery."

"Its not surgery, you silly girl. It's a very small breast augmentation procedure. You just need a little more bulk and roundness; they can do it with collagen. No need to cut you."

"I won't do it."

Brian stopped and stared at me for a long moment.

"Too bad," he said. "Like I said, you are almost perfect. Those nipples of yours are hard and long - they're the best I've ever seen. I'll inform the company. Best of luck at your next try-out."

He turned away and was about to leave me standing there, nearly naked.

"I don't have another try-out," I said to his retreating back.

He stopped for a moment and looked over his shoulder.

"Well, in that case, best of luck waitressing."

Now he really did leave. His harried assistant returned with my clothes along with all the lingerie I had modeled in an untidy jumble and handed them to me without a word. I took them and walked over to the wall where the makeup crew had worked on me and dressed, unsteady on my Jimmy Choo heels. I had very little money, so I took a subway to the Plaza, where the front desk told me that I had been checked out. My things in the suite had been packed and my bag was with the bell captain.

Picking up my bag, the enormity of what I had done hit me and I began to cry. The hotel desk staff disappeared into their back office to avoid any awkward questions and a potential scene. I sat down on one of the lobby couches to have the rest of my cry. Then squaring my shoulders, I wiped her eyes and walked towards the door to the street. The bell captain was a kindly, white-haired gentleman, and as I passed him, he called out to me.

"Can I call you a cab, miss?"

"I can't afford it," I said, shaking my head. 

"Just wait a moment, miss," he said, smiling. After a few moments, he beckoned her. "I talked to Tony, the hotel chauffeur. No one's using the hotel limo this afternoon. He'll take you wherever you want to go."

Tears started from my eyes again.

"Oh, thank you, thank you, ..., how can I every repay you?"

He held up his hands.

"Just buy me a drink the next time you come through here," he said.

I lay back in the comfortable cushions of the limo as I was borne out the driveway of the Plaza. Making the most of it, I opened a bottle of sparkling water from the wet bar and poured it into a tall flute. Just then, my cell went off. I checked the screen and said, "Hi, Mom."

"How did the shoot? How did it go?"

"Brian Dixon-Jones. He said it went really well."

"Great! Alexandra's Secret is a great catalog. You're on your way to becoming a supermodel!"

"But I turned him down. He wanted me to do collagen breast enlargement. I said no, so he dropped me."

There was silence on the line.

"Are you crazy?" Mom said, finally. "This contract could lead to millions. Collagen is nothing! Call them back and say you'll do it."

"Where are you, Mom?" I asked, attempting to change the subject.

"Stupid girl," she said, clicking her tongue in irritation. "I'm in the city for work, your Dad and I came in last night. We are at the Pierre. But I'm not sure I want to see you after this."

So I hesitated before asking, "Mom, I'm a bit short for my rent. Can you loan me some money?"

"No!" Mom was vehement. "Tell Brian Dixon-Jones that you will do the collagen and they will give you give you a fat advance." She hung up.

I stared at her cell for a moment before dropping it back into my purse. Then I picked up the limo intercom.

"Tony, can I change my destination, please? Could you take me to Fifth Avenue Fitness?"

"No problem, miss."

Half an hour later, I stepped out of the limo and entered the upscale spa

"Look what just walked in here," said Karl, the head trainer, who had clearly seen me emerge from the stretch limo. He bowed theatrically. "How may I be of service, ma'am?"

"I need to pick up an extra class, Karl," I said. "I'm a bit short of money. Can you fit me in? Like today?"

He opened the schedule on the counter computer and checked.

"I was doing to do spinning at seven," he said. "Tyra's doing the late step aerobics class at eight. You can take over my spinning class and double up with Tyra. It's the last class of the day, so it's always a big one - they appreciate two instructors."

"Thanks, Karl, you're a dear."

In the locker room, I'd just taken off my blouse and skirt when Tyra Clarke came in. She worked with me and was also my roommate - so I knew her very well even though we had only met two months previously at the gym during instructor orientation. She was a black girl with smooth, chocolate brown skin, but she did not have a black girl's hair. She had soft, natural curls that she wore collar length. 

We were both fit, but in many ways we were a study in contrasts. She was strong whereas I was supple. I'd been a cheerleader in high school; she'd been a sprinter on the track team. And of course, our skin tones were a study in contrasts - my Irish heritage showed in my white skin that looked even paler beside hers. She'd grown up in a tough inner city neighborhood, so she was much more experienced than me and treated me like I was much younger than her, even though we were almost nineteen.

"Well, well, look at you, Miss Sexy," she said, eyeing my red underwire demi-bra with white lace and matching panties. "Where'd you get the money for those? Looks like a couple of C's worth of spicy lingerie. You out to seduce someone?"

"No, no," I protested. "I did a try-out at Alexandra's Secret and they didn't take back any of the stuff I wore in the shoot."

She whistled.

"Whoa, sister! So you're going to be a bra model?" She came up and cupped my breasts, running her thumbs over my protruding nipples. They promptly stood up and hardened. I gasped and she grinned. She was always touching and cuddling me, and I was flattered by her attention. "You've got the tits of a goddess, girlfriend. You were born to be a bra model."

"No, they turned me down. They wanted me to bulk up my tits."

"They're crazy! Your tits are perfect as they are."

She stripped and I watched her. She had a powerful body and her musculature was lean and well defined. Tyra was totally unfazed by nudity and was always wandering around our apartment naked. Still naked, she sat down and pulled on her athletic socks and aerobics shoes. Her tits were small and very firm. Her aureoles and nipples were small and intensely black, a marked contrast even on her dark skin. 

I unfastened my demi-bra and pulled down my panties. I quickly changed into my pink and black mesh sports bra and matching knee-length mesh tights. Tyra sat on a stool and watched me, naked but for her shoes and socks. When I was pulling on my socks and athletic shoes, she came over and ran her hands over the racer back of my sports bra. 

"You're looking hot girlfriend," she said.

Only after I was ready did she finally pull on her own blue and orange-splotched sports bra and matching tights.

"Want to do some stretching with me?" she asked.

"No, I'm teaching a spin class," I said. "But Karl's got me team-teaching advanced step aerobics with you at four."

"Cool. Let's show them some paired moves."

I nodded and left the locker room smiling. Hanging out with Tyra always made me feel good.

* * * * * *

2.I did the spin class - it was a very young crowd, mostly young professionals at that time of the evening - and they wanted to go hard. So I pushed hard and by the time I was done, I was soaked through with sweat. There was no time for a shower or a change and I ran over to the aerobics studio as soon as I got off the spin bike.

Tyra was already there, leading the early birds in some pre-workout stretching. She was incredibly flexible - as flexible as me. But I had worked on my flexibility through all my years of cheerleading experience - splits and high kicks - whereas with her it was just natural.

She beckoned to me and I brought up my step and parked it next to hers. As soon as I set it down, she laced her fingers in mine and twisted me around in a double-stretch move that brought me tit to tit with her. She arched backwards and we were on one another tight, belly swell against belly swell. As she leaned further, arcing her back into a bow, our point of contact drifted lower till our lateral weight was driving our mounts into each other. When she released, she was strong enough to straighten up, but I wobbled on the verge of losing my balance. She got one powerful arm under my back and scooped me up into a tight clinch. The feel of her firm, young breasts against mine got my nipples hard and protuberant again. She spun out of the clinch and we faced the class with arms spread wide, just fingertips touching.

"Ready, girlfriend?" she asked.

"Sure!" I said, with more certainty than I felt. 

It was her class, so I let her do the talking. 

"OK, ladies, here we go," she said. "I've got my girlfriend here and we're going to do a paired routine. Everyone get a partner and try to follow us. This is an advanced class, so we're going to have fun, aren't we?"

"YES!" the class chorused.

It was pretty full class and they were a toned, fit group, as one would expect in an advanced class. Of course, they were all women.

Tyra hit play on the system and a driving beat came on. I knew Tyra's routine and I went right into it. I kicked high, up and back, twirling at the end of every step. It was fast paced and after the forward and back moves, I switched over to do the cross onto Tyra's step. She took my hand as we crossed and swung me around so that we stepped up facing each other.

"Who's that hot, older guy outside the studio glass?" Tyra asked as we passed.

I followed her line of sight and caught my breath. My expression grew set.

"That's Jack Grierson," I said tightly. "He's the asshole who's fucking my mom."




Stallion Pursues a Virgin



"I can see the appeal," said Tyra, on the next pass.

"Five, six, seven, eight," she called. "Hand your partner, swing on by!"

She stepped towards me, twirled me around and put her arms around my waist so that we in a spoons-clinch.

"Rotate those gluts, ladies, rotate them hard!"

She ground her mount against my buttocks as I rotated them. Then her hands moved up from my waist and cupped my breasts. She released and spun me around, gradually moving from a paired workout to a leader-follower routine. She used her greater strength to do mini-lifts and hold me off balance in complex spin moves. Her hands were all over me, very quick and never lingering, but working me up to a tingling feeling. All the while she exhorted the class to follow.

Every time I looked out of the studio glass, I saw Jack there, looking on intently. Tyra saw him too and her aggression towards me seemed to be for his benefit.

By the time we hit thirty minutes I was tiring. My sports bra and tights were drenched and clung to me, revealing more than they concealed. Tyra was covered with sweat too and each time we clinched, I felt her sweat mix in with mine, her chocolate skin against my whiteness.

I glanced out into the studio from time to time and found several of the couples were going at each other as aggressively as Tyra was going at me. She was clearly goading them saying, "I like what you're doing ladies, harder now, harder! Give it to your partner!"

In the last fifteen minutes, she began to whisper dirty nothings to me as we passed.

"I love the feel of your tits, girlfriend," she whispered. "I can feel your pussy through your tights and it's hot!"

I was breathing hard now and gasped with the tougher moves. Finally, when I thought I could not go on, the beat slowed and slid into the gentle cadence of the cool down. As soon as the music stopped, I grabbed a towel and headed to the trainers' locker room, leaving Tyra to wind up the session and close the studio.

I sat on a locker room bench and leaned back against the wall, just waiting for my racing heart rate to slow. Five minutes later, Tyra came in all smiles.

"That was a great workout, girlfriend!" she said, pulling her sports bra over her head. She tossed it into her gym bag, unzipped the bottoms of her tights and stripped them off. Then naked except for her aerobics shoes and athletic socks, she came over and sat on the bench by me. 

"Why so glum, sweetheart? Don't worry about that stupid gig at Alexandra's Secret. You'll get another one." She leaned forward and cupped my breasts again saying, "Your tits are just perfect. Just look at those nipples!"

She ran her thumbs over my nipples though my soaking wet sports bra, making them even stiffer.

"Stop it!" I said, crossly. "You got enough feels in during the workout in the studio. I'm not in the mood for your horseplay now."

I pushed her away and stood up to walk towards my locker. She sprang to her feet and came after me, pushing me against the lockers with a clang.

"Think you're too good for me, ho?" she said, her voice turning vicious. "Saving that virginal pussy for some rich honky?"

I turned towards her saying, "Don't talk like that, Tyra. You know you're my best friend ..."

She pulled my sports bra up, exposing my breasts. She kneaded them hard now, pinching my taut nipples.

"Great tits, girlfriend," she hissed.

"Don't do that, Tyra. Why are you mad? Your tits are just as lovely."

"Too small, girlfriend. All the guys tell me that. I'd kill for a pair like yours."

She leaned down and quickly kissed my nipples. Then she took one in her mouth, sucked on it and speared it with her sharp tongue.

"Don't!" I said sharply, trying to twist out of her grip. But she held me tighter against the lockers. I fought her and almost slipped out of her grasp. 

"Stay there, bitch!" she screamed, slamming me hard against the lockers.

The shock of hitting the metal so hard hurt and I squealed. She grabbed my biceps and pinned me against lockers her mouth finding mine and her invading tongue forced its way in. Her tongue was sharp and strong and sought mine out aggressively. Still kissing me, I felt her right hand release my left and I thought she was done. But then her right hand slid under the waistband of my tights and quickly found my pussy.

Now she broke the kiss and whispered in my ear.

"You're wet, bitch, you want it!"

"No, no, .." I said weakly.

But as her fingers manipulated my clit, I was soon panting.

"Let me go, Tyra, please!" I cried, but I dared not struggle, fearing that she would slam me into the lockers again.

It was well past nine now and there was no one working in the gym now except for the front desk staff and they were at the other end of the building. There were probably patrons out there, but the workout areas were far away from trainers' locker room.

"Let her go."

It was Jack's voice. I looked over Tyra's shoulder and saw him standing in the door. Tyra twisted her head around, still holding me in a tight clinch.

"Get lost, honky!" she said. "Can't you see we're busy?"

"I don't think Judith wants to play with you," he said.

"It's none of your business, motherfucker!"

"Let her go, or I'll have to punish you."

"What're you going to do, fuck me?"

"Thanks," said Jack. "That's a great idea."

He moved fast. He was on Tyra in an instant. He put his arms around her and dragged her off me. She spit and screamed unintelligibly, but he forced her to straddle the bench. He pushed her face down, raising her ass in the air. I got an eyeful of her clean-shaven pussy and her thick black pussy lips between her coffee brown buttocks. She'd obviously gotten herself excited with me for her pussy lips were wet and her feminine juices were leaking out of her and down her inner thighs.

Jack unzipped his pants and they slid down around his ankles. The last time I had seen that enormous cock, he was pushing it hard into Mom.

Tyra was screaming at him.

"Let me go, you bastard! I'll sic my boyfriend on you, he's a mean dude!"

"Just tell me if he can fuck you like me," said Jack.

He leaned forward and pushed his cockhead into her. Her thick, black pussy lips stretched around his fat, dark pink cock. She was tight and there was a sucking sound as he forced his length into her an inch at a time. All the while, she was twisting and struggling, her sweaty body thrashing in his grip.

"You asshole! You creep! My God!! OMIGOD!! You're a big sonofabitch!"

Jack had her by the back of the neck with his other arm around her middle. He pushed his final three inches into her with one smooth thrust and she cried out, "OMIGOD, you're like a hot steel rod! I can't take you! You're too big! I can't, I CAN'T! You're tearing me apart!!"

Jack did not delay, but began to fuck her hard right away. His mount struck her round buttocks with hard smacks and each time it drew a cry from her. She kept protesting, but her body was reacting to him. Her hips began to rotate in time to his thrusts and I could see her getting wetter and begin to drip on to the bench.

Her cries grew higher pitched and soon she was squealing. I recognized the signs from watching Jack fuck Mom - she was ascending to an orgasm. She left me in no doubt for she cried out, "OMIGOD!! I'm cumming, you bastard! I'M CUMMING!!"

She was much wilder even than Mom - and she affected Jack too. He grunted and began to cum too. He kept pounding her hard as he ejaculated into her. His spurts of milky jism were so copious that by the second thrust, thick threads began to leak out and seep down her inner thighs. It had a musky smell that was strong, but not terribly unpleasant.

Jack stayed embedded in her after his ejaculation. He leaned forward and cupped her breasts.

"Small and firm, just the way I like 'em," he said. "And I love your black nipples. I got to fuck you missionary style next time."

With Jack still deep inside her, Tyra checked her sports watch.

"You asshole!" she shrieked. "This is the worst day of the month for me! And you pumped your load right into me!"

Jack rocked gently, his still hard member sliding in her slick vagina.

"Get out of me! Get out of me!"

Jack took his time. As his cock began to shrink, he finally pulled out of her. He took a small hand towel from the rack and cleaned himself off. Tyra lay face down on the bench, the viscous mixture of his jism and her juices still leaking out of her on to the bench and dripping on to the floor.

"OMIGOD! What am I going to do? If I get pregnant, DeSean will know that I've let someone else fuck me and he'll kill me!"

Jack tossed a business card down on her sweaty back saying, "Just call my secretary. She'll set up a paternity test. If it's mine, we'll take care of all the expenses."

"What about DeSean?"

"If he complains, remind him about all the other women he's been fucking."

"He's not fucking any other ho! He's my man!" yelled Tyra.

"Give me your cell phone number. I'll send you video of him fucking other women." 

I listened with growing horror. DeSean! I had never met Tyra's boyfriend, but I had to awful feeling that he was the same DeSean who had tried to rape me. Jack had taken me from him. Now he'd taken Tyra.

* * * * * *

3.Later that evening in our apartment, Tyra silently passed me her cell phone. It was cued up to a video. I hit play.

It was DeSean all right. He was fucking a voluptuous black woman doggie style in a shabby room. The bed creaked and swayed under his weight. He had not been lying about his cock - it was big - and he was not using it very gently. The woman was squealing and she didn't sound excited. I handed it back to Tyra.

"I'm not going to let him treat me like that," she said.

"What are you going to do?" I asked.

"I'm going to spend the night with Jack. He's asked me to come over his suite at the Hilton."

"Are you crazy? DeSean is going to be really mad."

"Serves him right for cheating on me!"

"But Jack has already fucked you," I said.

"And Jack's a lot better than DeSean, let me tell you, girlfriend. I almost never cum with DeSean, he just wants to hurt me. The way Jack made me cum - I've had a lot of men and no one's done gotten me off that hard! We're going to be up all night. I can't wait to get that big cock of his in my mouth."

She went out wearing a tight yellow halter-top and black skirt that was so short that it showed her yellow panties whenever she bent over. I had a very unsatisfactory masturbatory session in the shower. I was mad at Tyra, really mad. She's such a whore, I thought, jumping from DeSean's bed into Jack's. But I was jealous of the way she could switch effortlessly from fighting Jack to having consensual sex with him.

* * * * * *

4.A couple of weeks was all it took for Jack to breed Tyra. She was pregnant and the paternity test showed that Jack was the father. She took perverse pleasure in informing DeSean by text message. As I expected, he was enraged and came over to our apartment. He was storming and raging at Tyra and when I came home, his mouth dropped open to see me again.

"You honky ho! What are you doing here?" he asked.

"I live here," I said.

"You fucking that asshole Jack Grierson too?"

"No she's not!" screamed Tyra. "Jack's mine! Judy's too much of a prissy virgin. She couldn't handle him."

DeSean must have seen some evidence of Jack's operatives, for he kept his distance from me and left soon afterwards.

Jack came over later that evening and spent the night. I could not sleep, because they were so loud, fucking all night. Tyra seemed to delight in screaming what he was doing to her, so it was like a running commentary as he went down on her, then fucked her doggie style and finally, fucked her in her ass. I had a paper due for a class, but I could not get a lick of work done.

The next morning, I was bleary-eyed at breakfast when Tyra came out of her room. She was naked. There were love-bites all around her nipples and her pussy lips were puffy. There was dried jism on her inner thighs and some still wet, strong smelling semen was seeping out of her pussy.

"God, you look like hell, Tyra," I said.

"Thanks, so do you," she replied. "I've got to get a shower."

Jack came out fully dressed while Tyra was in the shower. He waved to me as he made his way to the door.

"You guys were loud enough to wake the dead last night," I said to Jack's retreating back. "I guess Tyra is a great fuck."

A month went by and Tyra's pregnancy began to show. She switched to teaching fitness classes for pregnant moms. She'd broken up with DeSean and was seeing Jack regularly. He came over the apartment every ten days or so. He usually spent the night and his sexual marathons with Tyra kept me up. He routinely asked me out, but I always refused.

* * * * * *

5.I got a text from Jack during the mid-semester break.

Jack: I've got you another try-out with Brian Dixon-Jones for Alexandra's Secret.

Judith: What's the use? I'm not going to do breast enlargement.

Jack: You won't have to. You'll have to something much less permanent.

Judith: What?

Jack: Just give him a couple of blowjobs. Good ones.

I went to class and did not answer for a couple of hours.

Judith: I've never given a blowjob.

Jack: I can teach you. You'll blow him so hard, he'll pass out.

I did not respond for a couple of days. Then our landlord raised our rent. It didn't faze Tyra, Jack's people had started paying her money to support her pregnancy. But I had to increase my hours at the fitness studio and it began to affect my grades. The prospect of making a lot of money as a bra model for Alexandra's Secret became more attractive with every passing day. After a particularly hard day of workouts at the studio, classes and exams, I texted Jack again.

Judith: How many blowjobs do I have to give Brian Dixon-Jones?

Jack: Just two - one before and one after.

Judith: How long will it take me to learn?

Jack: If you take it seriously, just a couple of days.

I was not stupid - I knew what he wanted.

Judith: You want me to practice on you.

Jack: If you can suck my cock, you can take anyone.

Judith: OK.

All the girls said that blowjobs are not real sex.

* * * * * *

6.Jack wanted to meet in his suite in the Hilton, but I did not want to meet in a hotel. So we compromised and agreed to meet in his office. I thought the official environment would inhibit his wilder impulses.

The Foncault Group occupied the top thirty floors of a midtown skyscraper and Jack's office was on highest one. He had a corner office suite on the 65th floor with a sweeping view of the Park and the river. I was ushered into an outer office and met Farah Hojjat - the very woman who had given Dad such an incredible hard on. I learned now that she was Jack's executive assistant. 

She was dressed just as Dad described during his meeting with her - and I could see how she got him all distracted. She wore a very revealing business suit with a tight, short skirt and a jacket with no blouse. Her stockings were black and fishnet, her pumps were black patent leather Monolo Blahniks and she wore a black ribbon choker. The top button of her jacket was undone, so when she leaned forward to shake my hand, she gave me a complete eyeful of her lacy, red bra. I wondered why she was bothering to give me this treatment.

She led me into Jack's corner office. He rose to meet us and rather than shake my hand, he gave me a warm hug. It was friendly rather than sexual and he smiled at me happily.

"We're going to have fun this morning!" he said.

Jack invited me to sit, motioning to a comfortable armchair. I expected Farah to leave, but when Jack sat down on the matching couch, she sat right by him. She crossed her legs and undid another button on her suit jacket, exposing the entire central bridge of her red lace bra. Her breasts were full and I wondered how firm they were. 

Jack pulled off his polo shirt, dropped his pants and sat back down next to Farah buck-naked. Sitting in his office with the commanding desk, the thick pile carpet and the majestic views it just seemed so incongruous!

"Did you wear what I told you?" Jack asked.

"Yes," I said.

I had on the clothes Jack had bought for me: the red-and-cream La Perla demi-bra, the matching thong panties, the St. Laurent red silk ribbon choker and the Wolford Logic red stockings. I had the Christian Louboutin sling-back pumps with the oh-so-cute bows and spike heels on my feet. But these were concealed beneath my chiffon blouse and black pleated knee-length skirt.

I crossed my legs and said, "Why don't you ask Farah Hojjat to leave so we can get started."

To my surprise, Farah began to laugh.

"She wants me to leave," she chortled.

"I don't understand," I said.

"Farah is going to show you how it is done Judy," said Jack patiently. "I asked her specially, because just a few years ago, she was as green as you - a newly married Iranian Oxford graduate who had never had sex except with her husband with the lights turned off. So she knows where you are. Most American girls could not relate. Think of Tyra - she doesn't know what it is to be as sexually inexperienced as you."

"Yes," said Farah, her voice very kind now. "Jack taught me how to enjoy sex - and to enjoy my body."

"Take off your blouse and skirt," said Jack.

I stood up and tentatively unbuttoned my blouse. As I did so, Farah undid the rest of her jacket and took it off, revealing all of her lacy red strapless bra. She went down on her knees in front of Jack and ran her long red-painted nails the length of Jack's latent member. Then she opened her mouth and ran her tongue up and down the shaft, barely touching it.

"Watch everything Farah does," said Jack. "She's one of the best."

Soon, in addition to her tongue work Farah began to blow on Jack's member, paying particular attention to the head. Soon he grew semi-tumescent. He put his fingers in her collar length, thick black hair. She formed her lips into a bee-stung bow and kissed his cockhead. Then her tongue darted out of the tight line of her lips and teased his swollen glans. Soon she was lapping his glans with her tongue, giving the bulbous member a coating of her saliva.

Watching raptly, I finally unbuttoned my blouse and took it off. Jack's eyes went from Farah's head in his lap to me, and back again. But when I unzipped my skirt and dropped it, I drew his attention again.

Farah's work on Jack's glans had paid off. He was now fully erect - a thick hose with a metallic sheen. Farah opened her mouth - as wide as she possibly could and swallowed his cockhead. She fellated him with both hands as she took in more and more of him, inch by inch. She arched her neck like a swan, sucked in through her mouth and breathed out through her nose. Arching her neck gave her another few inches at the base of mouth, but even so she only had engulfed about two thirds of Jack's fully erect member.

Jack took a more active role in the proceedings now, moving her head up and down, fucking her mouth. He pulled her head back so she only had his cockhead in her mouth and thrust back in. As he did so, she sucked hard. Each time he thrust into her mouth, he pushed more of his length into her. I could see that he was distending her throat and fear rose in me. I would never be able to that!

Amazingly Farah now had almost three-quarters of Jack's enormous length in her mouth and throat. Her eyes and nose were watering and thick tendrils of saliva leaked out of her mouth and dripped on to the carpet. Jack reached down, pulled down her bra cups and kneaded her naked breasts. My question was answered - they were indeed very firm and her nipples were brown on her white skin.

Then just as I was getting into the rhythm of watching, they stopped. Jack released Farah and she sat back on her haunches, breathing heavily. Her breasts juddered and her hard nipples quivered. Her ribbon choker moved in time to her panting breaths. Sweat slid down the sides of her face and her saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth.




Stallion Pursues a Virgin



Jack's fully erect cock was slick and huge in his lap. He crooked his finger at me.

"Your turn," Farah gasped.

"But ... but ... I thought ...," I said.

"Just do what I did," said Farah soothingly. "Don't worry, I'll sit right by you and coach you through it."

I approached Jack on my hands and knees. The trailing ends of my St. Laurent choker ran along the ground - I did not realize how sexy I looked, for I was just nervous and afraid. When I came up by Farah, she reached around me and cupped my breasts.

"My, my, Jack was right. You have the most beautiful breasts," she said. She gave each a quick knead, grazing my nipples with her long forefinger nail. They puckered up immediately.

I put both my hands around the base of Jack's member and ran my tongue up and down his shaft as Farah had done. Then I repeated the move of her lips on his glans. He was weeping pre-ejaculate and it had the strong musky smell I remembered from his fucking Tyra. Right now it smelled rather good. I opened my mouth as far as I could and managed to swallow his cockhead.

"Very good, very good," cooed Farah. "You are a natural. Just let Jack take over now."

Jack's fingers were in my hair and he had a firm grip of my head. He began to push himself into my mouth, an inch at a time, just as he had with Farah. But I gagged and he withdrew.

"Just breath in hard," whispered Farah. "You'll get enough air as you suck on him."

Jack began to pushing his cock into my mouth again and this time I followed Farah's instructions. I sucked hard on Jack's cock. He began to fuck my mouth with slow thrusts, going in further each time. I could feel my saliva drooling, the tears from my eyes and the watering of my nose. I could feel Jack's hands on my tits, kneading, massaging my nipples. My hands were on Jack's wrists, holding them to keep myself steady. I felt hot. Then I felt Farah stripping down my panties.

My mouth was so distended, I felt like my jaws were going to come apart. Jack's cock was in so deep, I felt like his cockhead was in my belly. My sucking was so loud, that even I could hear it. Then all of sudden, he withdrew and I felt hollow.

"Brian Dixon-Jones would have cum ten times by now," said Jack.

"I'm very hot," was all I could say.

"I know," said Jack.

He picked me up and lay me down on the couch. The next thing I felt was the weight of him on me. His lips were on my throat and I felt his cockhead at my pussy lips. I realized that I was sopping wet. I did not protest, but sighed as Jack pushed his cockhead into me, spreading my vulva around his hard organ.

"God, you're even tighter than I thought," he said.

For some reason, that made me feel good. I had been waiting for this for a long time.

"I'm going to fuck you, Judith Peters," he said.

"I know," I panted. "You're going to breed me."

He used his weight to sink the rest of his enormous length into me with one smooth thrust. I had seen him do it to Mom, I had seen him do it to Tyra. But it was something else to have it happen to me. I cried out very loudly. My head was angled sideways and I saw Farah, still on her haunches, still with her breasts bare, smiling at me as Jack fucked me.

For some reason, I was not embarrassed to have Farah watch me as I screamed and screamed, cumming for the first time with a cock in me. I later learned that Jack's office was soundproof, so I need not have worried about anyone hearing.

Jack stayed fully embedded in me as my pussy clenched and unclenched in a wild series of contractions. Then began to fuck me again. He drove me to another orgasm, as hard as the first and then came himself, pumping his load deep into my willing womb. I did not know how long we lay on the couch together. But when we finally sat up, we found Farah fully dressed and professional again.

"I've got the Henkel team from Germany coming in half an hour," she said. "And then we have the O'Connor merger meeting all afternoon."

"Judy and I will shower in my private shower," said Jack. "Don't worry, I'll be ready for the Germans. And I've already memorized the notes from the O'Connor balance sheet."

"I know," said Farah.

Jack fucked me again in the shower, a quick, explosive one 'to send me on my way'. We dried each other with thick, spotlessly white towels, feeling each other's bodies with our fingers as we did so.

Jack quickly dressed in the new set of clothes Farah laid out for him. I collected my scattered clothing and began getting dressed. By the time I was buttoning my chiffon blouse, Farah was putting the finishing touches on knotting Jack's tie. As I was letting myself out, Jack asked me to come to his suite at the Hilton that evening at seven. "We'll order room service," he said.

"I'll be there," I said.

"I'm glad you want to," he said simply.

"It just took me some time," I responded. "You take some getting used to."

* * * * * *

7.Farah was with Jack in the suite at the Hilton when I got there. There was a magnum of Dom Perignon in a silver bucket and three flutes. We toasted each other and our sexual tryst began very soon thereafter. Farah went down on Jack to get him hard and he fucked me on the wide bed. It was much more satisfying than the romp in his office. He took me missionary style and then doggie style before shooting his load into me.

He ordered a magnificent dinner - caviar and filet mignon. We ate, finished the champagne and ordered more. Then I went down on him and he fucked Farah. I thought we were done but Jack said we were just starting. He doused me with champagne from my hair to my toes and proceeded to lick it off. He poured more on my breasts, belly and pussy and sucked on my nipples till they got so hard, they ached. He licked my belly button, slurping up the bubbly wine and went down on me. He kept lubricating my clit with champagne and used his tongue with such skill and finesse that he got me to cum twice again.

"Champagne mixed with pussy juice - the best cocktail in the world!" he said.

"Me too, me too," said Farah. So Jack poured the rest of the magnum on her and gave her the same treatment.

It was a very long night. I sucked Jack's cock twice more - once in the middle of the night and once in the early morning. "You're getting better and better," Farah said. 

Jack and Farah had cleared their morning diaries for the next day. Luckily I did not have morning classes.

In the following days, I had two more intense cock-sucking lessons with Jack without Farah. In the second one, I got him so excited, he could not control himself - he came in my mouth and pumped his load down my throat. I nearly drowned as I swallowed his profuse ejaculate.

"I think you're ready," Jack panted. 

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8.I gave Brian Dixon-Jones two very intense blowjobs and I got the Alexandra's Secret contract. I gave him a real slow buildup with licking and tonguing before taking his length into my mouth. His groans as I worked on him were music to my ears - I knew I had him. His cock was a LOT smaller than Jack's, so I was able to engulf the whole of him. He was rough with me, fucking my mouth hard and burying my face in his pubic hair. I sucked on him hard as he did so.

"I'll choke you, bitch!" he cried.

He didn't really, but I made gagging sounds and thrashed as though I was asphyxiating. As Jack said, with my sucking on him so hard, he could not last. He came and I swallowed his cum - it was really sour, not musky like Jack's. So when I spluttered and coughed, that was not playacting.

"You're the best cock-sucker I've ever had!" he exclaimed. "I've never had a girl who could deep throat me that like that! And you suck like a vacuum cleaner!"

(He said that he came so hard that he was inspired to shoot the best try-out shots he had ever done. He used them on two magazine covers and I later got some pretty hefty royalties.)

After the try-out shoot, I gave him his second blowjob. It was as successful as the first and he was totally flat at the end of it. His assistant came by and gave me the signed contract in a cardboard folder.

"Are you a professional? I mean do you moonlight as a hooker or something?" he asked.

"No," I said, my eyes wide. "You're just the second man I've gone down on."

"I know guys that would pay ten grand for a blowjob like that! Maybe more!"

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9.Soon afterward I discovered I was pregnant with Jack's baby. When I called Farah about it she said, "You'll make enough as a bra model to support yourself, the baby and more. You don't need to depend on Jack or anyone."

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10.I went home for Christmas break to find that Mom had just delivered Jack's second child and I had a second half-brother. My parents named him Logan. Mom now had an au pair in the house to handle the two babies. She was young, red haired Irish girl named Ailish O'Flanagan.

My baby bump was too obvious to ignore and both Mom and Dad asked about it. I told them I had had a one-night stand at college and forgotten about protection. Mom seemed satisfied with this explanation. But Dad kept asking and asking and I finally was a bit sharp with him to get him to stop.

Mom was happy that I had the bra modeling contract to support myself, so she wouldn't have to pay for my tuition any more. She kept trying to cozy up to me, but I was cool to her and did not react to her overtures. She kept trying, especially as Christmas approached. Finally on Christmas Eve, when we were wrapping presents and drinking tea, she asked me straight out, "Why are you freezing me out, Judith? What have I done?"

"How can you even ask me that, Mom?" I said coldly. "You're the bitch! Dad's a sweet man and you've treated him terribly."

"You don't know anything, Judith," Mom said. "Anything at all!"

"What don't I know?"

"You don't know how desperate I was. When Jack first fucked me, I did it for money and I'm not proud of that. He does not treat me like a lady, and I've gotten used to that. He's rough with me and he likes risky sex - he fucked me in an elevator, in the park, once he even fucked me reverse cowboy on a crowded subway train. But he made it lucrative for me and My God, he makes me cum so hard! Sex with him is like nothing else."

Sex with Jack in an elevator, in a park, on a crowded a subway train, I thought. They conjured up visions that excited me.

"You father did not know how I got pregnant with Evan," Mom went on. "He still thinks Evan is his son. But soon after Evan was born, I came clean and told him about my affair with Jack. I wanted to stop, but your father encouraged me to go on. 'It's good for the family that you are making all this money,' he said. Then he slowly wanted to hear about what I did with Jack. He asked for more and more details. He'd get a hard on as I described how Jack fucked me. Then he asked to watch. I refused for the longest time, but he kept nagging me till I gave in. He hid himself in our bedroom closet and watched Jack fuck me - it was a prolonged sexual session, a couple of hours. Three separate fucks with rest in between. Jack is no fool, he knew right away that he was watching. And your father wanted me to do more risky sex. It was his idea for me to meet Jack commando - no panties and a short skirt! - at Murphy's Saloon on a busy Friday night and have him fuck me doggie style right there at the bar. Your father was right next to me, watching my every grimace and writhe, as Jack slowly worked his huge organ inside me, covered by his coat. Your father even kissed me to smother my cries each time I came."

Mom paused and took a sip of her tea.

"And your father makes videos of Jack and me having sex. I am sure he masturbates while he is watching us and then masturbates again watching the videos. So don't think your father is so hard done by."

"My God!" I breathed. "This is just so sordid!"

"Don't play innocent, Judith. You watched us fucking too. Jack told me."

"Never again," I said, putting my hand on my heart.

"And how sordid is it to come home your first Christmas from college pregnant from a one-night stand?" asked Mom.

I looked down into my teacup.

"It wasn't a one-night stand, Mom," I said.

"Then you have a boyfriend?"

"Not exactly. Jack's been fucking me. And he bred me."

"That bastard! I told him to leave you alone! Did he rape you?"

"No, Mom, he didn't rape me. He could have, but he didn't. Like you said, sex with him is out of this world - I can't imagine a better way to lose my virginity. And just like you, it's lucrative for me - he got me the bra model try-out."

Mom reached forward and cupped my breasts.

"You're getting bigger - that's what they wanted at Alexandra's Secret. But are you sure want this pregnancy?"

I sipped my tea and thought for a moment before replying.

"I can't explain it, Mom. I'm carrying Jack's baby because I want to. I want this baby more than anything in the world."

"But this is just so weird! Your baby and my babies with Jack - Evan and Logan - how are they even related?"

"They're related two ways," I said promptly. "Uncles through me and half-brothers through Jack. I've thought this through."

"And I'm going to me a grandma," said Mom faintly. "I'm not sure I want that."

"And Mom," I said. "Please don't tell Dad that Jack is the father of my baby - let's stick with the story of a one-night stand. If Dad finds out, he's going to want to watch Jack fuck me. And I'm just not up for that."

But even as I said it, it brought forth arousing imagery in my head. I felt moistness in my pussy. I knew I'd leaked through my panty shield and dampened my panties. 

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EPILOGUE.

So I guess things worked out pretty well for everyone. Jack came into my safe, boring life like a whirlwind and turned everything upside down. He bred Mom and cuckolded Dad, but in the end both of them became his willing partners - so who am I to judge? He gave me two young half-siblings, Evan and Logan, and eventually maybe I will grow to love them. Time will tell.

As for me, I had Jack's first baby just before returning to college for my sophomore year. I named her Jacqueline - Jackie for short. Jack and I had another short, intense sexual fling a few months after she was born and Jack bred me again. I had his second baby almost exactly a year after Jackie was born. I named our second daughter Jeraldine - Jerrie for short.

Jack had made sure my Alexandra's Secret contract had a clause to cover childbearing, so I was able to continue modeling maternity bras even through my pregnancies. I was well paid, but I was no supermodel. I was featured in a lot of their catalogs, mostly as a backup model and I did some of their runway shows, also in a supporting role. I made enough money to pay for college and even save a nice nest egg.

After Jerrie's birth, Jack and I gradually drifted apart. We saw less and less of each other. I began dating Bernard Yeung, my admirer from freshman year. He had graduated with his MBA by now and was a hot rising star in the financial markets. He is a real sweet man and treats me like a queen. He's completely unfazed by the fact that I have two daughters. He loves Jackie and Jerrie and they have really taken to him. The four of us often go out on weekends - the zoo, picnics in the botanical gardens, afternoon cruises on the river.

As a side-benefit, Bernard took my savings from my Alexandra's Secret work and invested it in some complex financial instruments - he quadrupled my money in a year, before cashing me out! I'm now worth almost a million dollars!

When Bernard asked me to marry him last month, I said yes without a second thought. He wants to adopt Jackie and Jerrie as soon as we are married. Mom and Dad love Bernard. His parents in Hong Kong were not so thrilled when he told them - they wanted him to marry a good Chinese girl. Bernard says he will take me to Hong Kong to see them one day. He says he is sure I will have them eating out of my hand as soon as they meet me. I don't know about that!

He tells me he loves me about twenty times a day. He's always sending me roses and chocolates and surprising me with expensive gifts. I surprise him too - I'm always working out ways to give him blowjobs when he least expects it. Taking a cue from Mom's stories about Jack, I've sucked his cock in the elevator, in the carwash and on park benches. Most recently, I gave him a blowjob in our box at the opera during 'Madame Butterfly'. He came just as the soprano was hitting her high notes. He says he loves my sexual spontaneity.

So I've got two beautiful daughters, quite a bit of money in the bank, a diamond engagement ring, a successful fiancé and I'm due to graduate from a prestigious university in a month. We're planning a great summer wedding and then a honeymoon at the super exclusive Residency resort on Vahine Island in the South Pacific. My daughters Jackie and Jerrie will come along - the resort has 24-hour childcare. 

The only small downer is that Bernard is lousy in bed. Fucking him puts me to sleep. He can sometimes make me cum by going down on me. Even there, he's pretty terrible, so most times he does not succeed. I got so used to having mind-blowing orgasms with Jack, cumming again and again, that Bernard really suffers by comparison.

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POST-SCRIPT

I had not seen or even heard from Jack for over a year. But then I got a text from him out of the blue.

Jack: A friend on mine has a timeshare on Vahine Island. It coincides with your honeymoon.