4 comments/ 82791 views/ 12 favorites The Concert Goer By: Don Grampa ****Special thanks to my friend and Editor, SexySoBeChick, for her encouragement, support and honesty in all things. I'd have been lost without her! Susan was running late. During the past several weeks, it seemed she was late for whatever event or activity she had scheduled. It wasn't that she had more to do these days; after all, her kids were all grown up and she suffered from the empty nest syndrome. She and John, her husband of over twenty-five years, got along just fine. He did his thing, which was mostly watching sports on television when he was home. He was a schoolteacher during the day and a sports referee at night. He also played clarinet with several bands. Susan was a homemaker and part-time real estate agent. She went to the health club three days a week and worked out on the resistance machines. On the days she didn't go to the gym, she ran and walked for five miles. The best she could say about her sex life was that it had bordered on non-existent for the past twenty years. She and John were good friends, but she couldn't remember the last time they'd made love. Sex was a very minor part of her life. Tonight she was supposed to be meeting Angie Workman, a former neighbor and twenty-year confidant, at the community symphony concert. She drove higher and higher in the parking garage until she rounded a bend and finally found an empty slot and parked. Clutching her purse under her arm, she made a mad dash for the stairway. Completely oblivious to her surroundings, Susan was caught utterly off guard when a large powerful arm grasped her around her upper chest. "Oh my God!" was all Susan could squeal before a hand was clasped over her mouth and she was picked up off her feet and dragged behind a row of parked vehicles. Twisting her body and wildly kicking her feet, she was breathing hard and sucking in some foul-smelling substance that evidently saturated the rag her captor held over her face. Within seconds, her mind shut down and her body became limp. "Ah ha, she's out," said Jeff Higgins, the burly man holding Susan. "Hand me the hood and rope so I can tie her up." "What does she look like? Is she young and pretty?" asked David, Jeff's younger brother and partner in crime. "I'm not sure," Jeff answered. "I know she's got pretty good sized tits because I had my hand on one. And she isn't real fat either. She's got on long pants. It doesn't really matter what she looks like anyway; she's got a pussy and that's all we need. We'll get a good look at her when we get her home." When Susan started regaining her senses, she realized her hands and feet were bound and she had some type of dark cloth over her face and a gag in her mouth. She couldn't see anything, but heard the sound of a car engine. She knew she was on the floor of a van of some type. She could hear the muffled voices of at least two men. "You're going to get to fuck the shit out of this whore, little brother," Jeff said. "You can do anything you want to her. She's going to be your plaything for as long as you want." "I can play with her titties and her pussy? I can do anything I want too, right?" Davy said with a laugh. Susan was scared beyond belief. She feared for her life, but also wondered if the expensive new silk pantsuit she was wearing was ruined. Somewhere along the way she'd urinated in her pants, and now the wet clammy material was irritating her crotch. Her irrational thoughts were interrupted when the vehicle stopped and she heard a door open and slam shut. "Let's get your ass out of here, baby," Jeff said as he grabbed Susan around the waist and lifted her up. He carried her like a sack of cement up a short ramp and once inside, he dropped her bound body on a cushioned sofa. Several minutes passed before Susan felt the presence of someone at the ropes securing her wrists. "Listen up close now, bitch. I'm going to untie you and take off the hood. I want you to do exactly as I say. Exactly. Don't try anything funny. I don't want to hurt you, but I'm not afraid to kill you if I have to. Understand? Just do as you're told. If you start screaming or anything like that, I might just have to remove a few of your teeth. Go along for the ride, and in a little while you'll be free and on your way once again. Do you understand?" Jeff's hot whispered breath on Susan's exposed neck was very convincing. Susan nodded her head in understanding and sobbed softly, trying to calm herself. "Stand up now, bitch!" Jeff commanded, removing the hood from her head and the gag from her mouth. Blinking at the bright light and sucking in huge gulps of air, Susan found herself standing in the middle of what looked like someone's living room. In front of her was a giant of a man, standing well over six feet tall and weighing at least two hundred and fifty pounds. He appeared to be in his mid twenties. Next to him, sitting in a motorized wheel chair, was a small young boy. "My name is Jeff," the big man said. "This is my little brother, Davy. Today is David's eighteenth birthday. He's never touched a naked woman, let alone fucked one. You're going to be his first. What's your name?" Tears came to Susan's eyes and she sobbed, "You're making a big mistake. Please don't hurt me. My name is Susan. I'm the mother of three grown children. Please, you don't want to do this. Please, please . . . please don't hurt me." "Just shut up, bitch! Don't talk unless I tell you to. Davy, I'll describe Susan for you. She's about five and a half feet tall and not really skinny, but not fat either. How much do you weigh Susan?" Jeff asked. It was at this point that Susan realized that not only was David handicapped and confined to a wheelchair, but that he was blind as well. It looked as though he only had use of his right hand. The left one was in a half-clenched fist and held fairly close to his chest. "I don't know," Susan answered with another sob while thinking to herself that it was none of his damn business -- even though she was proud that she was now less than one hundred and forty pounds. "Susan's hair is dark brown with light blonde streaks and comes down over her ears but not as far as her shoulders. She has dark eyes and straight even teeth. She's wearing a white blouse under a black pinstripe jacket and has on matching pinstripe pants. She's wearing black pointed-toe shoes with short heels," Jeff said. "I hate telling you this Davy, but I think Susan pissed her pants." "Did you really pee in your pants?" David asked with a soft chuckle. When Susan didn't answer, Jeff reached over and rudely pushed his hand between her legs. "Yup, she pissed herself, Davy. Her pants are still wet. Take off the suit, Susan," Jeff instructed. "Please . . . don't do this . . . let me go . . . I won't tell anyone. Please let me go." "Shut the fuck up, bitch!!! Just get the goddamn suit off now!!!" Susan slowly unfastened the buttons on her jacket, slipped it off, and dropped it on the coach behind her. With a pleading look in her eyes, she slid the side zipper down and pushed her trousers down over her hips. When they fell to her ankles, she deftly stepped out of them, then bent down, picked them up, and placed them atop her jacket. Jeff gestured with his hand and she undid the buttons at the cuffs of her shirt and slowly loosened the buttons down the front. After sliding the blouse off, she put it with her suit. "Well, little brother, the lady looks pretty good. In fact, for an old whore mother of three, she looks damn good. She's got nice sized tits. I can see the dark nipples through the thin lacy bra she's wearing. The bra is white. She has a little strand of pearls around her neck, and matching earrings. Her panties are white with a little blue ribbon in the lace at the waist. You can see the dark patch of her pussy hair because the silky material is all wet in front. She has on nylon stockings like grandmas wear. They only come up to her knees. Okay, Susan, lose the bra." "Wait, wait, Jeff. Have her leave the bra on," Davy said. "I want to feel her titties through the lacy material first. Okay?" "Let's get your clothes off, Davy, and get you in bed. It'll make it easier for you to feel up this bitch." With that, Jeff hefted Davy out of the wheelchair and over to the corner where he was gently placed on the bed. David wasn't wearing any underwear and when his sweatshirt and pants were removed, he was nude. Susan looked at the skinny emancipated body of the young boy and started crying again. She was not sure if she was crying because of the predicament she was in or because she felt sorry and ashamed for the young disabled man in front of her. "Okay, Susan, lean over Davy and let him feel your titty," Jeff said. Blushing and feeling humiliated, Susan was reluctant to do as told, but after a brief hesitation she did what she'd been instructed to do. Susan squeezed her eyes tightly shut as Davy ran his hand all over her breasts, over the top edge of her bra, and dipped his fingers into her cleavage. He pushed his whole hand inside one of the cups and pinched and pulled on her breast so hard that Susan cried in pain. "Not so hard, Davy-boy. Nice and easy does it. Now I want you to wait just a minute or so while I take this bitch and wash her off. Her pussy stinks of piss. We'll be right back. Don't go jacking off or anything. Just wait, you're going to have a ton of fun." In the bathroom, Jeff removed his shirt and stood naked to the waist. The body of this Adonis in front of her mesmerized Susan. His chest and upper body were massive and hairless. His jeans were unbuttoned showing the top part of his white briefs and a small tuff of dark hair that stretched up to his belly button. "Get naked, girl. What are you waiting for?" Jeff said as he removed his pants and underwear. His waist was narrow and he had slim hips and strong thick thighs. His penis was flaccid, but larger and longer than any she had ever seen. She'd never imagined a man's penis could be so formidable. When Susan removed her intimate undergarments, she stood slightly hunched over with her arms crossed over her chest and her legs held tightly together. Her eyes darted between the giant in front of her and the handicapped equipped bathtub. "Get in the tub and sit on the chair," she was instructed. "Now lean back and put your ass on the chair's edge and put your feet up on the edge of the tub. Spread you knees far apart." Still reluctant to do as told, Susan hesitated before acquiescing to Jeff's stern look. She sat on the edge of the chair and she put her feet up on the edge of the tub. Sitting with her knees together, Susan held on to the sides of the chair to prevent herself from falling. She felt totally exposed and humiliated. "Okay, honey, now spread you knees nice and wide and show me that hairy cunt of yours," Jeff said. Susan shut her eyes and slowly opened her legs, mortified to the point of submissiveness. When Jeff directed a spray of water from the shower hose to her crotch, she flinched in reflexive response. "The soap is right there beside you. Lather up that cunt and clean it up real good," Jeff told her. Susan could not believe she was being forced to wash her genitals in front of a young man who was not much older than her son. "This isn't right. You shouldn't be making me do this," Susan cried. "Just shut the fuck up! Do as you're told. Now soap up that piss hole. If you don't do as you're told, you'll soon regret it." She was torn between the conflicting emotions assaulting her mind and body. As much as Susan feared being raped, she loathed even more that her body was responding to her circumstance in such a lewd and lascivious manner. She wanted to touch and caress the massive cock that was bouncing around in front of her eyes. She also felt a tiny tingle of sexual arousal from her nether region. "Okay. Let's rinse you off," Jeff said as he directed the stream of water over her breasts. "Now pull your cunt lips apart and show me the pink. I want the inside cleaned out as well." More embarrassed than she'd ever been in her entire life, Susan did as she was told. She wanted to die when she heard his next request. "Stand up and turn around. Bend over and spread the cheeks of your ass, so I can rinse out your asshole." Susan flinched again when Jeff slipped a finger in the crack of her ass and rubbed it against her anus. "Okay, the soap is off. Get out of the tub and let's get you dry." The large man bent over in front of her and patted her dry between her legs with a fluffy towel. Then he briskly rubbed her breasts with the towel. The way Susan was being manhandled made her feel very tiny and exceptionally defenseless. She knew she was powerless to resist and at his mercy. Back in the room with the bed, Susan was surprised to see that Davy had an erection. Although small -- at least compared to his brother's gigantic organ -- Davy's cock was standing tall and ready for action. Both brothers were circumcised, and beads of pre-cum were making the knob of the smaller cock shine in the bright light of the room. "Stand next to the bed, bitch, and squat down so Davy can touch your face. Now, Davy, you can reach out and touch this whore." David gently ran his fingers over Susan, feeling and identifying her facial features, including her jaw, neck, and upper chest as Jeff held her by the shoulders. "Up on your knees so he can feel your breasts," Susan was instructed. "She has nice tits Davy. They look really good and have a nice shape to them. The nipples are a rich dark red color," Jeff told his little brother as the two of them rolled her nipples and lightly squeezed her breasts. "Put your hand on her thigh and move it up to her hip. Her skin feels soft and smooth, doesn't it? Notice how much her butt sticks out and how you can feel the muscles underneath the skin? Susan, turn so he can feel your ass," Jeff said. With one hand on her hip and another massaging her breast, Jeff turned her so his brother's hand could reach out and touch her. Susan felt like a piece of meat, being forced to move around in a small circle while this young boy moved his hand in a feather-like touch over her skin. Sometimes just his fingertips touched her and other times, he would firmly grip or knead parts of her body with his whole hand. "Move your hand up and feel her spine and her rib cage. You can feel the weight of her tits, can't you? Are you a B or C cup, Susan?" Susan refused to answer because she was so mortified. Her nipples were hard and extended, and she could feel the moisture between her legs. She was ashamed of herself for being sexually excited. "Notice how the hipbones stick out in front and how smooth and flat her stomach is. Do you feel her pubic bone under that batch of hair? Susan, move up so he can feel your pussy. Davy, I want you to touch her cunt very softly. Don't go trying to poke a hole in it or anything. The hole is there and you'll feel it all wet and slimy if you just move your fingers back and forth. Go slow and the hole will open up all by itself. The dark hair of her pussy is a real nice contrast with the whiteness of her skin." Susan was blushing from the tip of her nose all the way to her toes. She felt so open and vulnerable as this innocent young boy's exploring fingers toyed with the silken curls of her most private parts, causing a fountain in her vagina to flow freely. "Put one knee up on the bed so he can get at it better, bitch," Jeff instructed. "And lean over so your tits can brush across his face." "Oh God . . . please stop. It isn't right what you're doing to me. Please, don't make me do this. If you let me go now, I won't ever say anything to anyone, ever. Please!" Susan sobbed. "Davy, just run your fingers through her pussy hair. Feel how soft and crinkly it is? Try to feel the difference between her pubic hair and your own. See how much longer her hair is? Now feel around where it's the thickest. Right under that nest is her clit. Can you feel a hard little knob under the folds of skin? That's her most sensitive spot, so you have to touch a woman very lightly when you touch them there. Feel the lips hanging down? Feel the moisture between them and notice how slick the hole is. When you put your cock in there the juice makes it so your prick slides in and out real easy like. Now just a little further back is her asshole. Lots of women like to get fucked up their assholes, but it doesn't provide its own lubrication like her cunt does, so you have to go slow. If your finger is wet, you can slide it in a little ways. How does that feel?" "Ohhh . . . Ohhh . . . damn I'm coming!!!" Davy screeched as his penis erupted without being touched. When he caught his breath, he broke into a huge smile. "I really like the way this pussy feels, Jeff. It's so slick and when my fingers slide inside I can hear the squishy sounds it makes. It makes me feel like I'm in heaven. I also like the way her asshole is so tight on my finger. By the way, what's that smell? Is it coming from her pussy?" "Yeah. That's the scent of a woman in heat. Put your finger up to your nose and take a deep whiff. Smells good, doesn't it? Lick your finger. Do you like the taste? "It tastes pretty funky, Jeff. But I do like the smell, so maybe I'll like the taste after I get used to it," Davy said. "I think Susan here is having a pretty good time. I think she likes the way you finger her pussy. Tell us, does it feel good, Susie?" "You boys are sick. You should be ashamed of yourselves for doing this to me. I'm old enough to be your mother." Susan cried, disgusted that her body was responding so lasciviously to the physical sensations. She was right on the verge of orgasm from the stimulation of Dave's fingers. Never in her entire life had she had her genitals poked, prodded, and explored in such an extreme manner. "I think you should get down there and lick up Davy's mess, and then suck him so he gets hard again," Jeff instructed. "I can't do that. I don't even suck my husband. That's dirty and perverted," Susan blurted out before she realized what she was saying. "I bet you'll get to like it before the evening is over. Especially after you do both Davy and me a few times. Get started . . . now!!!" Susan forced herself to scoop up the spent fluids off Davy's stomach and put her lips over his soft cock. Secretly wiping her hand off on the bed sheet, she was astonished how the flaccid man-flesh started stiffening as she put more and more of it in her mouth. She engulfed it all, her nose buried in the bristly patch of sparse pubic hair surrounding the base of his cock. She could feel the thick vein on the underside of his cock on her tongue, then with pure animal instinct, she brought her mouth back up to encircle the knob. She clamped her lips tightly around the head and felt the silky smooth skin of its ridge. When her mouth went down again, she clamped her lips tightly around the base and sucked hard, creating a vacuum. Enthralled by the experience, Davy shot another load of his cum -- this time, down the throat of an astonished Susan. Susan was dumbfounded by her feelings. She actually enjoyed sucking cock. This was only the third time in her entire life she had let a penis past her lips. Once in high school a boy had tricked her and once early in her marriage she agreed to try it with her husband. She hated it both times and swore she wouldn't let it happen again. Here she was now, eagerly participating in a situation that was non-consensual at best. Now, kneeling on the bed with her eyes shut tightly, she was enjoying the feel of the deflating penis in her mouth. The taste of sperm on her tongue made her feel very decadent and feminine at the same time. She could feel her vaginal secretions dripping down her inner legs and she jumped when she felt warm breathing between her thighs. The Concert Goer "Oh my God!!! Please don't . . . please!!!" Susan cried while unconsciously forcing her hips back toward the heated breath. No one, not her husband nor her gynecologist had ever put their face that close to her bottom. Only in her dreams, or when she silently masturbated alone at night in bed, did the thought even penetrate her brain. When she thought of a tongue licking her vulva, she almost always had an instant orgasm. Now, for the first time in her life, she could feel a man's hot breath on the sensitive lips at the entrance to her vagina. She felt his tongue lick her inner thigh, then up over her buttocks, and down the inside of her other leg. When the tongue started back over the same route, she spread her legs further apart. Now the tongue spread the lips of her vagina and dipped into the open grotto. She shuddered in ecstasy and almost swooned when it went up and pressed against her clit. The tongue went back and started down the crack of her ass from her tailbone. She sensed that it would pass over her anus and she brought her own hand to her clitoris and frigged herself fast and furious. The tongue licked all around the rough crinkled edges of her back door, trying to force itself past the sphincter muscle, causing her to cry out in passion and collapse in a dead faint. She fell heavily on the frail, almost lifeless, body of young Davy. "I think our friend's having a pretty good time, Davy old buddy." Jeff laughed as he moved Susan to a prone position beside his brother. "When she wakes up, I'm going to fuck her if that's all right with you." "After you fuck her, maybe she'll fuck me. Do you think she will, Jeff?" "Davy, she may be tired after I get done with her, but I guarantee she'll be eager to fuck you," Jeff said. Jeff knelt between Susan's legs, lifted them up on his shoulders, and started licking her slit and sucking on her blood-engorged labia. Susan awoke as his tongue lightly flicked back and forth over her now fully exposed and extended clitoris. "Oh God!!! Please . . . please . . . pleeeeeeese. Ohhh my!" Susan wailed. She had to bite her tongue to keep herself from begging to be taken. Her mind kept saying no while her body screamed to be fucked. Jeff flattened his tongue and moved it all the way down to her tailbone. Then in one continuous motion, he slid his tongue in and out of her openings until he pushed it hard against her clit. "I think Davy would like a little taste of your pussy, Susan. Why don't you scoot your bottom up there and place your pussy lips over his nose, so he can get a good whiff of what a woman who wants to get fucked smells like. Let him get a little taste of your slit while you're at it." Without a conscious thought, Susan straddled David's head and spread her labia open while holding the young boy's head to her crotch. "God, her pussy is really wet," David said. "She really does want to get fucked." "Get on your hand and knees," Jeff said, helping Susan move off his younger brother's face. Kneeling alongside Davy, Susan impatiently awaited her impaling from Jeff's steel rod. When he slowly entered her slick smooth tunnel, she silently sighed in contentment. She was on her elbows with her face buried in a pillow when she felt fingers gently toying with her nipple. Davy had his hand almost flat under Susan's breast, which was moving about with every thrust of Jeff's stiff prick. Her nipple was rock hard as it caressed Dave's fingers and palm. The hand under her breast went from flat to cup-like and her breast flopped inside the cup. His fingers closed, tenderly embracing and milking the pliant flesh. Davy then plucked her nipple as if it were a string on a guitar. Meanwhile the long, thick pole exploring her vagina was playing havoc with Susan's feelings. When it was in, she wanted it out, and when it was almost all the way out, she wanted it in as deep as it would go. The back and forth rhythm created a heat in her loins that was building so fast she felt she was on fire. She was being truly fucked for the first time in her life. Susan felt like there was an electrical wire connecting her inflamed nipple to her clitoris when a series of shocks sent her body into orgasmic ecstasy. The muscles of her vagina clamped tightly around the truncheon buried in her cunt and caused Jeff to unload his stored up spunk in her throbbing womb. When she recovered sufficiently, she leaned over and gave Davy a deep soul kiss before rolling over on her back. She was pleased when Jeff leaned down and kissed her softly and with passion. After they rested for a bit, Jeff said with a little crooked smile, "Davy would like you to fuck him -- if you have the energy, that is." "I can do that," Susan said and rolled over and squatted over David's hard little prick. A large sloppy dollop of Jeff's cum dripped out of her cunt right onto the head of his little brother's ready cock. "Oh God . . . your brother's cock is so big I'm all stretched out . . . you probably don't feel anything, do you, Davy?" "Not very much. It's all wet and everything inside. I could stick my cock up your asshole," David said quietly. "Oh God no! I could never do that," Susan said shyly. "Besides being perverted and unhealthy, I'm positive it would hurt a lot." "I'm not very big. I bet it won't hurt at all. Give it a try. Please." Susan was shaking her head back and forth when she turned to Jeff and gave him a pleading look. Looking stern, Jeff just mouthed the words "do it." Susan scooted forward just a little, took David's stiff prick in her hand, and guided it to her little brown eye. Her whole crotch was wet with cum and her vaginal secretions, so when she lowered her body just a fraction, she felt the tool penetrate her anal ring just slightly. Fearing pain and humiliation, she again looked at Jeff for understanding and relief. When Jeff nodded for her to keep going, she lowered herself another quarter of an inch and suddenly the head of David's stiff rod slipped in. The pain in her knees from holding her body in such an awkward position overruled the pain in her rectum and she squatted down all the way. The pain was less than she had feared. It was more a sensation of fullness than anything. Sensing a need to hold this foreign object in her ass, she squeezed tight. Then she slowly lifted her ass up and let it slip back down. After several up and down motions, Davy erupted once again. The feeling of Davy's spunk coating the inside of her colon was not an altogether unpleasant experience for Susan. She was mystified by the thought that getting fucked up the ass might be kind of fun. Susan was contemplating all this while Davy's cock softened and fell out of her butt. After a bit, Susan got up and went to the bathroom. David and Jeff each had big smiles on their faces. Jeff was just a little surprised when Susan returned with a small bowl and a wet washcloth and started washing Dave's prick and balls. When she was finished, Dave was hard once again so she took him in her mouth and sucked hard, rolling her tongue over the smooth head. Seconds later, Davy shot one last load of cum down her waiting throat. Susan went back to the bathroom and Jeff joined her. They both climbed into the shower. The large sensitive hands of this huge man turned her on once again, so she wrapped her legs around his waist and guided his long thick prick until it was imbedded in her willing cunt. She had another series of strong spasms when she felt the head of his cock push against the opening of her womb and one of his strong fingers probe deep into her asshole. "Kneel on the chair, Susan," Jeff instructed. He dropped to his knees behind her and started depositing large quantities of saliva on her rectum. Susan knew what was coming and spread the cheeks of his ass apart, then she felt Jeff slip the knob of his huge stiff cock past the tight ring of her anus. Slowly, the strong steel-like rod embedded itself in Susan's back door. She was spread wider than she thought possible. When she felt Jeff's hand come around and lightly stroke her clit, she thought she'd died and gone to heaven. The feelings radiating from her vulva and anal opening were beyond description. She felt wonderful. Susan cried out in ecstatic delight when Jeff made a half-dozen quick in and out motions and deposited his sperm deep into her waiting and willing cavern. After a few seconds, she regained her composure and stood -- only to be engulfed by the strong arms of Jeff who hugged her close. "Get dressed," Jeff said after a few moments. "I'll drive you back to your car." Confused by her conflicting emotions, Susan gathered her clothes together and dressed, but left her still-damp panties off and didn't bother with her bra. Before she went out to the van, she went over to the bed where Davy was now soundly sleeping and kissed him lightly on the forehead and very softly on the lips. The dashboard clock said it was twelve-thirty. She had been a captive of the two young brothers for over four hours and had been fucked royally. She couldn't believe she experienced so much excitement from two men who were young enough to be her own children. Not a word was spoken between Jeff and Susan until the van pulled up next to her car. "My name really is Jeff Higgins and Davy is my younger brother. He's going in for brain surgery next week and the doctor said he only has a twenty-percent chance of surviving. Without the surgery, however, he won't live a month. I asked several girlfriends of mine to have sex with my brother, and even hired a prostitute, but nothing worked out. I'm sorry I had to kidnap you. If you turn me into the police, I understand. I'm more than willing to go to jail so my brother could experience sex just once. I think he had a really good time with you. Thank you . . . I'm sorry we used you . . . you're a real nice lady. Oh, and here's your purse." Susan was too flabbergasted to say anything. Clutching her purse in her hand, she exited the van, walked over to her car, and sat behind the wheel. She was a little surprised by the light tapping on her window and when she turned and looked, Jeff was standing there. She lowered the window and Jeff leaned in. "I just wanted to let you know that in my opinion you're one great fuck. In fact, you're the best piece of ass I've ever had. I don't know how anybody could ever be better. If you ever want to fuck again, just for the fun of it, here's my phone number. Thanks again." And he was off and in his van and gone. Susan opened her purse and tucked away the small piece of paper he'd handed her with his phone number. Then she backed out of the stall and started for home. A warm glow engulfed Susan's body on the drive home. She kept dropping her hand down between her legs and pushing the still-damp silk material of her pants into her crotch. When she pulled into her driveway and hit the button to open the garage door, she was dismayed to find that her husband's car was gone. Feeling sorry for herself, she entered the kitchen, thinking that her asshole of a husband was never home when she needed him. The message light was blinking on the telephone and without thinking, Susan hit the listen button on the machine. "Hi, Susan. This is Angie. Listen, honey, I'm worried sick about you. Where were you? Are you all right? Please call me as soon as you can. Don't worry about the time, just call. Please? Please call me, okay? Bye." Susan desperately wanted to talk about what had happened. On the one hand, she had been sexually assaulted without her consent. In fact, she had been raped. On the other hand, her ordeal was the most sexually exciting experience of her entire life. She had to admit, if only to her self, that she enjoyed the evening so much she wanted a repeat performance. Without conscious thought, Susan dialed her friend's number. After three rings, the phone was answered. "Hello," a sleepy female voice answered. "Oh . . . Angie . . . I'm home . . . I was raped . . . " was all Susan could choke out before she burst into tears. "What! You were raped? Oh my God. I'll be right there. Hang on Susan, I'll be over just as fast as I can," Angie said before she quickly grabbed her purse and dashed for her car. Susan just sank down to the floor by the telephone and waited for her friend. It wasn't very long before Angie showed up, helped Susan to her feet, and hugged her close. "Oh, Susan, honey, let's get you down to the hospital and have you examined. They might be able to catch the son-of-a-bitch who did this, so we have to supply the evidence," Angie said. "No, please, Angie. I don't want to report it. I wasn't physically hurt and I just want to tell you about it. I don't want anyone else, including John, to know what happened. Is that all right with you? Will you help me?" pleaded Susan. "If that's what you want and you're sure of it, then of course I'll help. Why don't we go upstairs and I'll run a nice hot bath for you. Where is John anyway? Shouldn't he be home by now?" Angie asked. "I don't know where he is. He never tells me anything. He's gone every single Friday and Saturday night, and sometimes doesn't come home at all until Sunday. During the week, he is out two or three nights. I guess he's busy with his refereeing or music playing, but I don't know. He doesn't tell me anything any more -- in fact he barely talks to me." While the tub was filling with water, Susan just stood still like a zombie and didn't attempt to help when Angie unbuttoned her jacket, slipped it off, and removed her blouse. Angie was a little surprised to see that Susan wasn't wearing a bra. And when she helped her off with her slacks, she saw that Susan wasn't wearing panties either. Angie surreptitiously examined the nude form of her friend. She didn't see any bruises as she helped her into the tub. What she did see was a very trim, fit, fifty-year-old woman who looked at least twenty years younger than she was. Neither woman had ever harbored any sexual feelings for the other, but both considered the other their best friend -- and if truth be known, they loved one another. After picking up a sponge, Angie dipped it in the water and then squeezed the water over Susan's upper chest. In the process, water ran down her own arm and soaked the armpit and side of her T-shirt. "You're getting yourself all wet, Angie. This tub is big enough for both of us, why don't you join me and I'll tell you what happened?" Susan said. Angie hesitated for a second or two, then pulled her T-shirt over her head, pushed her jeans and panties to the floor, and entered the tub in one fluid movement. Angie was five years younger than Susan and about twenty pounds lighter. They were both about the same height. With short dark hair that barely reached her ears and her thin frame, Angie looked like a pixie. Big brown eyes with dark long lashes and heavy thick eyebrows made her eyes her most prominent feature. She had thin shoulders and tiny breasts that were mostly just thick long nipples. She had a narrow waist with a flat stomach, skinny hips, and a dark thick bush that concealed the entrance to her vagina. After climbing in behind Susan, Angie spread her legs so her friend could lean back against her. While she moved the sponge slowly up and down between Susan's breasts, she listened to the story. "I was abducted in the parking garage near the theater by two young men, boys actually, and taken to their home. They were brothers. One was blind and confined to a wheelchair and the other was this great big gentle giant. The one in the wheelchair was going to have some sort of risky surgery and had never been with a woman, so that was the reason I was abducted. I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. "When they first grabbed me, I was so scared that I urinated in my pants, so the big one made me take all my clothes off and wash myself in front of him. Up until that point, it was the most embarrassing thing I'd ever done, but after that, he made me stand by his handicapped brother so the young boy could feel me all over. His touch was so light, and he touched me everywhere. It felt like he was touching me in five or six different places all at the same time and . . . and . . . I got sexually excited. I was forced to suck his penis and he ejaculated in my mouth. That also was a first for me, but again, I liked it and as it was going soft, it felt good in my mouth. Then the big brother started licking me between my legs. Nobody had ever put their mouth on my vulva and it was so delicious and decadent, but when he licked my anus, I just couldn't believe it. I can't describe the feeling. It was so strange and magnificent that I must have swooned and passed out. When I woke up, he had me on my back and was licking and sucking me between my legs. I wanted his penis inside me so bad I almost begged him to make love to me." "Oh Susan . . ." was all Angie could say as she hugged her friend from behind. "I never imagined a man's thing could be as big as his. I swear it was twice the size of John's and when he put it in me, it felt astonishing. I felt like a real woman. I felt like I was completely filled up, but that isn't all. When he was doing me, he had me on my knees and my breasts were kind of hanging down. The handicapped boy was playing with my nipple and it was like an electric current was flowing from my breast to my clit. I've never felt anything so fantastic in my entire life." Angie watched Susan's hands while she listened to her friend's account of the evening's events. Susan's right hand was between her legs, squeezing her clitoris between her index and ring finger while the middle finger flicked back and forth over the hood. Susan's left hand was going back and forth over her left breast, her nipple rubbing against her fingers. Meanwhile Angie managed to get her own hand between her own legs and masturbated while gently fondling her best friend's neglected right breast. "After I recovered from being ravished by the big brother's massive tool, he asked me to fuck his little brother. I agreed to do it without any hesitation, but when I climbed on him, I was so stretched out he couldn't feel anything. I've never had anything stuck up my rectum, but when he asked to do me there, I agreed. I'm ashamed to admit it, but I liked it a lot. I even liked it that way when the big brother did it to me. Am I perverted? Do other people do that? Have you every been penetrated there?" Susan asked. Angie was breathing heavily and highly aroused by the tale being told. When she thought about anal sex, she pushed herself over the edge and her spasms woke Susan from her reverie. "Do you understand why I don't want to report this as a rape?" Susan asked. "Oh God yes," Angie exclaimed. "Your telling of the story has gotten me so hot I wish it would have happened to me." "Well, I've got his phone number and he said if I ever wanted to do it again, all I had to do was call." Susan chuckled. "Let's get out of this tub and go to bed. John won't be back and I don't want to sleep alone. Will you come to bed with me?" After they dried off, Susan found a couple of nightgowns and they cuddled together under the covers in Susan's queen-size bed. It was dark and cozy and Angie spooned herself into Susan's back. "I find it incredible that you're fifty years old and have led such a sheltered sex life up to now. Haven't you and John ever engaged in oral sex?" Angie asked. "Well, both of us were virgins when we married and John asked me to put his thing in my mouth once, but it didn't seem right. I felt guilty or dirty or something when I did it. John never offered to do anything like that to me and I'd never ever ask him to do it. I must admit, I have had fantasies about doing it, but it never happened before tonight." The Concert Goer Lost in thoughts of the erotic evening, it wasn't long before both women had their hands between their own legs and were masturbating. After each had achieved satisfaction, Susan turned to face her friend and had another good cry. When the sobbing stopped, Angie brushed the tears from Susan's eyes and cradled her friend's face in her hands. "Oh my God . . ." Susan said and took Angie's finger and sucked on it. "I can smell and taste the wonderful intoxicating flavor of your sex. Can you smell me on my fingers? Do I taste as good as you do?" she asked, placing a finger on her friend's lips. "Oh Susan, be careful," Angie said. "I want to taste you. I've done everything else tonight. I want to do this as well," Susan said, wiggling her way down her friend's torso until her nose was buried in the tangled nest between Angie's legs. Pushing the long silken hairs away with her fingers, Susan explored the creases, crevices, and folds of her best friend's vulva. She ran her tongue as deep as she could into the open vagina in front of her and savored the sweet, rich nectar flowing from the cavern of her friend's cunt. Angie pulled her legs up and hooked her hands behind her knees, spreading as wide as she could. The sensations caused by her friend's fanatic licking and sucking were incredible. Her clit came out from hiding and was fully extended. Angie felt like bolts of electricity were shooting through her body. The intensity reach the point where Angie had to pull her body away from Susan's assault and plead for a respite. "That was beautiful," Angie exclaimed, scooting down to hug her friend. "No man is capable of making love to a woman like another woman. Thank you . . . thank you. You have to let me do the same to you." As Angie moved down Susan's body, she pushed her friend's nightgown up to her neck and left little kisses all over her breasts before sucking on one nipple while rolling the other between her thumb and forefinger. Susan started thrashing about and forcing her pubic region against any part of Angie's body she could touch. Angie was milking a nipple with her tongue by pressing the hard nub against the roof of her mouth and sucking with a gentle but persistent force. "Oh God . . . Oh!!!" Susan cried as she held on to the back of her friend's head. "Don't ever stop. Oh God I love it . . . I love you!" "YOU DIRTY ROTTEN MOTHERFUCKING WHORE!" John screamed as he stepped into his bedroom and turned on the overhead lights. "So this is how you and that cunt-sucking skinny-ass so-called friend of yours spend your time when I'm not home." Both Susan and Angie bolted upright, shocked beyond belief at being caught in such a compromising position. John just stared at the two women. It was several seconds before Susan was able to speak. "Get out! Get out of this bedroom right now! Go sit in the living room and I'll be there in just a minute. Please, John, go." Susan sobbed. The two of them stared at each other for several moments before John turned and left. "Do you want to talk to him alone, or do you want me to go with you?" Angie asked. "Wait here, please, but if you hear things being broken don't hesitate to come," Susan said as she slipped on her robe. She found John sitting at the kitchen table with a glass of milk in front of him that he hadn't yet tasted. His elbows were resting on the table and his hands were cupping his chin. John's whole body was slowly rocking back and forth and up and down. "I'm sorry, John," was all Susan could say as she lightly rubbed his back. "Please don't cry. Please let me explain," Susan begged. "You don't have to explain a thing, Susan. I have very good eyes and I saw everything. You don't have to explain anything to me, but perhaps I should enlighten you about a few things. These are not tears of sadness or pain, but tears of happiness. Susan, dear, I'm gay. I've known for the last ten years. My lover is Arlo Kramer, my refereeing partner and fellow schoolteacher. My tears are of happiness, because now I don't have to lie and cheat any more," John said smiling. "I don't believe this. You're gay?" Susan sputtered. "Yes, I'm gay. And I'm truly sorry I said those spiteful things to you and Angie just now. I'm glad the two of you are lovers and I hope we will always be friends," John said. Susan was standing there shaking her head back and forth in disbelief when Angie joined them. "You'll never in a million years believe what John just told me," Susan said as she walked over and hugged her best friend and newly found lover.