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The Fundraiser

By: capconman



Kelly was going door to door selling candy for her school. She just had to beat that brown-noser Prudence. Prudence won every contest and got every honor, but Kelly knew she could beat her. 

She was only four streets away from her house, knocking at every door, and she had already raised over $50, so she felt pretty optimistic. She came up on the next house and rang the doorbell. A man in boxer shorts and a white t-shirt answered the door. "What do you want?" he asked abruptly.

"I'm selling candy for Gerald Ford High School. Would you like to buy a chocolate bar? They're only one dollar!" She beamed as she announced.

He looked down at the chocolate, then looked back up at her, then scanned her body. The 18-year-old was wearing a short skirt and tank top because of the warm weather. She could feel his eyes going over her C-cup breasts and down beyond.

"I got a better idea." He grabbed her by the neck, pulled her inside quickly and shut the door behind her. He slammed her against the wall inside and kissed her hard on the lips. She squealed and tried to break free, but he was just too strong. Then he picked her up around the waist, holding her hands to her sides, and carried her into the bedroom. She kicked her legs the whole way.

She was thrown onto the bed, hitting her head on the headboard. Her blond hair was now all disheveled. He used a key to lock the bedroom door, then he put the key in his dresser. She was his now.

As much as she tried to resist, he stripped her shirt from her body. The black bra underneath was seized and ripped until it came off with no problems. He used his own weight to pin her down as he fondled her breasts. She cried but her nipples still became hard from his rough caresses. He slipped one hand down underneath her skirt and felt it cupping at her pussy, which was starting to get wet against her will. He was able to tug her black panties down to her ankles. Her skirt was no help against the intruder. She could feel his organ getting harder inside his shorts, and was then distracted by a large finger entering her private place. The tears streamed down her face.

Kelly's hymen pushed back against the finger like a wall, but she knew that wall would come down soon. As she became more and more wet, he finally slipped out of his drawers and aimed it at her entrance. He whispered in her ear, "You belong to me," and suddenly thrust inside, taking her virginity in one powerful stroke.

He fucked her until he came inside her, which felt like an eternity. When he finished he got off of her and stood. She lay on the bed, sobbing. He took her panties from her and put inside his dresser, removing the key.

He unlocked the door, and she sat up. He tossed some money at her, and told her, "You're not a bad fuck, girl. I wouldn't mind seeing you again." She took the money, slipped her tank top back on over her free breasts, and walked out of the house, her tender pussy still dripping with both his and her juices. 

She waited until she was home before she looked at the money she still had in her hand. A thousand dollars! Maybe it wasn't so bad... 

The Fundraiser



The fund raiser was in full swing. Older men in expensive suits wandered the room schmoozing with one another. All of them were trying to top everyone else by proclaiming that they gave the most to whatever charity they were here for. They really didn't care, they were just here to be seen, get a free meal, spread a little of their wealth so they could claim to be a humanitarian. It was all so fake.

With these older men wandered their trophy wives, women who no longer felt the loving touch of their mate. These were women who gladly stayed a trophy wife so long as they got the drugs and alcohol that allowed them to hide their empty lives from the world. Among these barely coherent women walked Mrs. Elizabeth Jordan, a shrewd business woman who rivaled and in some cases surpassed her male counterparts. She roamed the room, shaking hands and making polite small talk, waiting for the call to be seated for the extremely overpriced dinner.

She had just gotten done speaking to one of the heads of state when she was bumped from behind. She turned to berate the person who bumped her and her eyes went wide. Standing in front of her now was the young man who upgraded her computer equipment a couple of months ago. She tilted her head slightly, trying to remember the young man's name before it finally came to her. Jim was his name, and with the remembrance of his name, images and feelings flooded her memory which caused her to blush slightly and get a little warm between her thighs.

"I'm terribly sorry, ma'am...I didn't mean to...Mrs. Jordan?" Jim asked in bewilderment. "Long time, no see. Uh, how is your computer doing?" he asked, trying to recover some poise.

"Still functioning. What are you doing here?" she asked, glancing around.

"Oh, I'm just trying to get a little extra cash. So, are you enjoying yourself?"

"Not in the slightest. I almost wish I was back home. Now that I know you're here I wouldn't mind having a little more fun with you." she said, leaning in close with a devilish twinkle in her eye.

"If you're serious, we could have a little fun here and now. There's a servant's restroom down the north hallway. The hallway is roped off so the guests won't go down there. We could sneak away for a quickie."

A lewd smile spread over Mrs. Jordan's face and she said, "Wait five minutes and then go there." With that, she turned began making her way through the crowd, stopping every now and then to exchange a few words or just a greeting. Jim, on the other hand, continued to do his job, finally returning his tray of finger food to the kitchen and stating that he needed to use the bathroom. Then he began to make his way down the north hallway and around a corner to the servant's bathrooms. He knocked softly on the door and whispered, "Mrs. Jordan? It's Jim."

He glanced around to see if anyone had followed him when he felt himself grabbed from behind and pulled inside the bathroom. Mrs. Jordan pushed him up against the door and fumbled for his belt. Getting it all undone, she slid his pants and underwear down to his ankles. Then she stood in front of him and stroked his semi-hard prick.

"This will most definitely have to be quick. I can't be gone from the fund raiser for long. So shove this big cock of yours into my pussy and let's get going."

"One thing before we do this though," Jim said. "You remember how much I can cum...won't too much leak out and soak your panties?"

Mrs. Jordan chuckled as she kept stroking his now rigid cock. "Young man, I NEVER wear panties. But you do bring up a good point. I guess I will just have to try to drink it all down. But until then, you better fuck my pussy good."

She took a step or two away from him, turned and bent over, lifting her dress over her hips as she did. True to her word, she was not wearing any panties. Jim shuffled awkwardly over to her with his pants around his ankles, finally placing the head of his prick between her pussy lips. He grabbed her hips and slid the fat length all the way in. Mrs. Jordan groaned as it slid in and moaned in content when she felt his balls press up against her. Then she leaned all the way over, standing in the middle of the bathroom and bent in half. She reached between her legs and gripped Jim by the ankles.

"Fuck me, Jim. Pound my cunt hard and fast." Jim did exactly as he was told. He gripped her hips tight and began to ram his shaft in and out of her slick pussy just as hard and fast as he could. His big balls beat a staccato rhythm against her aroused clit and he thumbed her tight puckered asshole as he pumped her pussy. Bent over as she was, Mrs. Jordan's big tits fell out the top of her dress from the hard pounding. 

After a few minutes of such furious pumping, Jim could feel his balls begin to tighten in preparation of his orgasm. He continued to slam into Mrs. Jordan's warm wet pussy until he couldn't stand it any longer. He pulled his engorged cock out of her pussy with a lewd slurping sound, slapped her once on her big sexy ass and then she was spinning around and sinking to her knees in front of him. With hardly a chance to grab a breath, Mrs. Jordan grabbed Jim's ass and pulled him into her face. His pussy-slick shaft sliding deep into her mouth, she moaned as she tasted herself on his fat prick. Then she gripped the middle of his shaft and began to bob her face on the first few fat inches in a frenzy. Her other hand reached up and cupped his balls, massaging them. She felt them tighten and kept up her steady bobbing. Jim groaned loudly as the first big spurt of ropy cum shot out the head of his dick. 

Mrs. Jordan's mouth filled instantly with the huge load and her cheeks ballooned trying to hold it all in. She swallowed quickly, the warm liquid sliding down her throat. She didn't even get the first mouthful completely swallowed when she felt his cock twitch again and another huge spurt of thick cum filled her mouth again.

Despite her best efforts, a trickle of cum leaked from the side of her mouth and dripped down onto her heaving tits. Still she swallowed as fast as she could, amazed as her cheeks ballooned with every spurt. After half a dozen spurts, each one filling her mouth and stretching her cheeks out, she felt the spurts lessen. Soon the last little bit of cum oozed from the tip and Mrs. Jordan locked her lips directly behind the flared rim of Jim's cockhead and sucked as hard as she could. Jim let out a loud gasping groan as she did. Finally she released her grip on his shaft and let the whole length fill her throat again until his pubes tickled her nose. Then she again sucked his cock as hard as she could, slowly letting the length of it slide from out of her lips. 

Standing up, Mrs. Jordan lowered the hem of her dress from around her waist and smoothed it out. Then she stepped over to where the sink was and grabbed a paper towel from the counter and wiped at the cum that had slipped from her mouth and down her chin. Then she wiped at the cum that had fallen onto her big tits. Lastly, she stuffed those big tits back into the top of her dress. She gave herself another look in the mirror, making sure everything was back in place, smoothed her dress again just to be sure and then turned back to look at Jim.

He was still standing exactly where she left him, in the middle of the room with his pants around his ankles, his still erect penis bobbing in time to his heartbeat. Mrs. Jordan looked pointedly at the bobbing shaft and chuckled softly. "Does that big fucker EVER go down?" she asked laughingly. 

Looking almost sheepish, Jim said, "Sorry, but your ass is just SO sexy when you walk. One of these days you have GOT to let me slide my cock into your ass."

Mrs. Jordan put her weight on one leg, popping one hip out sexily and brought her hand to her mouth as if she were pondering the idea. Then the stern look that she wore whenever she was in public came to her face and she walked straight up to Jim until her face was merely and inch or two from his. Her huge breasts pressed against his chest and she reached between them and gripped his cock in a firm almost painful grip. She looked him straight in the eyes, the hard look plastered on her face although she spoke with a husky voice. "Next time, studly. And you BETTER fuck it good too."

With that she took a step around him and headed for the door, her hand sliding along his shaft as she did so. She opened the door and peeked out, then opened it more and walked out, shutting the door behind her. 



The Fundraiser



A two-part story of summer bliss

Note: This story does have sex...it just comes near the end. No one under 18 involved.

Every January for the past 15 years I have blocked out the fourth weekend of July to participate in a two hundred mile bike ride to raise money for medical research. Starting at one end of the state and ending at the other, thousands of spandex clad men and women of all ages, shapes and sizes come from all over the country to further the cause.

The event has been going on for almost thirty years and as the fund raising requirements have increased, so has the average age of the riders. Like me, there are lots of alums who make this a focus of their summer, perhaps even of their year. For some it is a calling and year after year you see many of the same faces and name tags. Oddly, these folks seem more familiar when wearing their form fitting uniforms and hair hiding bicycle helmets than when garbed in street clothes.

On this weekend pedaling, traffic and flat tires are everyone's focus. The excitement of the event, the exhaustion of the ride and the essentially no privacy allowed accommodations make anything erotic impossible. Well, mostly.

2005

I first met Julie 5 years ago. She had flown from Oregon to take part in her first major fundraising ride. She was an old and dear friend of Rachel, one of the women that I train with, and had come east both to see her friend and to be with the guy she was dating who was also riding. The mid-summer gods were almost always smiling on this event and once again were promising to bless the weekend with the best weather one could hope for...clear, warm but not hot and low humidity. That afternoon the sun was lazy and had started its trek toward the tree-line and was bathing the area in that familiar warm light before the magic hour between sunset and twilight. As riders we were treated well the entire weekend...the sponsors had set a $3,500 fundraising minimum and they went out of their way to make sure that food and support were in plenty of supply. The night before the ride began the sponsors offered a welcome spread of food and drink for the 1,500 cyclists that would begin their trek the next morning at sunrise. Situated adjacent to a lake, the food venue consisted of rows of tables filled with pastas, breads, fruit, poultry, cookies, water and sports drinks. After taking anything you wanted, you could sit anywhere on the hotel grounds including the many tables set-up underneath a huge outdoor tent.

That year, myself and several compatriots grabbed a table at the edge of the tent so that we could look out at the lake. One might think that because this event required riding two hundred miles over two days that everyone would be in top notch shape. Not true. One of the amazing things one learns about medical fundraisers in general is that most, if not all, of the people who participate in them do so because they know someone who has been impacted by the specific disease that money is being raised for. It could be cancer (take your pick as to which kind), AIDS, MS, Diabetes, ALS, etc. The point is that there are an incredible number of out of shape, even obese, individuals who take part out of love or to honor a memory or because they are a survivor themselves. Those of us who train and train hard have the utmost respect for these individuals because these events are tough even when you are in good shape. But, truth be told, many of these people should never, ever, wear spandex.

A few minutes after we sat down Rachel and Julie strode over, slightly backlit by the weakening afternoon sun. Though totally different in physique, Julie and Rachel belonged in spandex or anything else that they might ever have chosen to wear. That day Rachel looked much the same as she does today. She stood no more than five foot one with a muscular body that put most men to shame. A former competitive in-line skater, her powerful legs rippled with muscle when she walked. Her flat abdomen was the product of a daily regimen of hundreds of crunches and her arms were toned without being large. Her femininity was belied by her breasts which stood proud on her chest with nipples that, as always, seem taut and straining at the fabric that encased them. Her dark chestnut colored hair provided a sharp contrast to her brilliant white teeth and piercing blue eyes making her ever smile more attractive and alluring than it might otherwise have been. Sharp-witted and occasionally evil-tongued, Rachel has always been someone not to be trifled with. But, as she showed that day, she can sure fill out a pair of shorts.

Julie, to whom we had not yet been introduced, could not have been more different. Long-limbed and lithe, she looked to me to be about five foot seven. Her sandy blonde hair cascaded around her face and a few strands fell wistfully over her left eye immediately calling attention to what were two of the most incredible orbs I had ever seen. I instantly thought of Sting's 'Fields of Gold' as I stared at Julie's eyes. Like shimmering pots at the end of the rainbow, her eyes were deep amber flecked with copper points.

"Hey, close your mouth". I heard Rachel's voice but didn't realize that she was talking to me...until I got an elbow from Ken who was sitting next to me.

"Huh" I stammered, trying to look innocent.

"Close your mouth" she repeated. She shot me a knowing look but spared me further embarrassment by adding "I don't want to see what you're eating. Oh, and guys, this is Julie. She came in from the west coast for the ride".

The six guys at the table each introduced ourselves with me going last. "Hi, I'm Jake" I said, managing to look straight into Julie's eyes. "Hi Jake, I'm Julie" and she gave me a smile that radiated warmth. She and Rachel sat down and began eating. Naturally the guys just couldn't help focusing our attention on the newbie and quickly got to the tricky and invasive questions that were on everyone's mind. 

'So, Julie, what kind of bike do you ride? Compact or regular cranks? Wheelset? Shimano or Campy components? How many centuries have you ridden this year'? The questions flew at her in rapid succession.

"Man, you guys sure know how to charm a lady" piped in Rachel. "At least make it interesting" she whined. "Mario, how's that new pump of yours, hmm? How many strokes does it take before you fill up what you're pumping? And Jason, I hear you're using a new lube these days...care to tell us what parts you've been making slick? Oh, and Ken, your WIFE told me you were using a new chamois cream...would you like to give us a review?"

"Hey Rachel, you know, I could use some help applying it tomorrow" Ken responded, "Can you swing by the room in the morning"

"Eeww", said Rachel, scrunching her nose and grimacing. "There is absolutely no way I'm going to grease that fat ass for you, pal. I don't even like to touch my own butt".

I had been carefully watching Julie throughout this exchange, still mesmerized by her eyes yet beginning to appreciate how beautiful and well, hot, she was. She sat attentively listening, welcoming the opportunity to refrain from answering questions and to eat her dinner. In her early thirties, never married and with no children, Julie enjoyed the smooth skin of a teenager. She had thin lips that stretched over small, perfect teeth when she smiled. Her face was angular with high, wide cheekbones giving her an almost Native American look. Thin, when she stood she held her head high, with an almost regal air that made her seem taller than she was. She was not well-endowed and her breasts seemed to hide behind the loose pale lime shirt she was wearing that night. She had a small waist that arced into narrow hips. Her legs were strong and athletic, highly toned without being muscular. They stretched into a rear end formed of two round half-moons that begged to be squeezed. I felt myself press my legs together to crush the nascent erection I was getting from just looking at her.

"JAKE", Rachel said in a sing-song tone, waving a hand towards me as she raised her eyebrows and widened her eyes as if to add 'Wake up, you asshole'. "What group are you leaving with tomorrow"?

"Umm, I'll go out with the fast group. What about you and Julie"? I responded.

"I'll be going with you guys" Rachel answered. "Julie will be going slower and riding with her BOYFRIEND. Oh, and by the way, is your wife volunteering again this year"?

I could feel the heat rush into my cheeks as I sensed rather than saw Julie look at me curiously as I said "No, she's staying at home with the kids".

2007

Three years ago Julie came to town to visit Rachel for the Fourth of July weekend. She had continued her regimen of participating in the fundraising ride and was gearing up for her third one. A bunch of us got together to do a training century (a century is a ride of 100 miles) out to Mount Nashitow. The Nashitow ride is both beautiful and difficult. Beautiful because it goes through farmland, woodlands and by some gorgeous reservoirs and ponds and difficult because over the course of 100 or so miles there is about 8,000 feet of climbing, some of it on some fairly steep grades.

Cycling as we practice it is a social sport. While you have to do all the work yourself (unless you are riding on a tandem) going out in groups makes the effort much more manageable. And even though we ride in a line most of the time, making constant conversation problematic, there is enough time, between our rest stops and time spent riding abreast, to learn a lot about the people you are with. Assuming of course that they are both social and able to talk and pant at the same time.

We rendezvoused at our regular weekday starting place which is the Dunkin' Donuts on the outskirts of Walton. I got there at about 6:00 in the morning, a half-hour early so that I could get a cup of coffee prior to beginning the ride. We leave early in the morning for several reasons including safety, avoidance of mid-day heat and a desire to at least try and have some part of a day left when we finish. Like golf, cycling can eat up a lot of time and requires one to have very understanding families or significant others or a deep pocketbook in order to bribe your loved ones into submission.

Rachel and Julie got to the donut shop at 6:10 and leaned their bikes against the building. Rachel made a beeline into the shop muttering something like 'Bathroom, now'. It had been almost a year since Julie and I had last seen each other and she skipped over, radiant as always and we gave each other huge hugs and kisses. As we separated ourselves, Julie slid her face across mine and I felt her lips trace across my cheek and brush my lips.

I stood back from her with my hand still on her back and stared into her eyes to see if there was some message she was trying to send me. "Hey Jules" I said "You look great. How have you been?"

She squeezed my hand hard and replied "I am wonderful Jake, how about you"?

Before I could answer, Brian swooped in on his bike and shouted "Julie! How the hell are you"? Julie twirled and ran over to him and gave him a hug and kiss as least as friendly as what she had given me and they stood with arms around each other chatting. It wasn't the first time I had mistakenly interpreted a friendly hello from someone as an overt statement of attraction and interest.

"Morning Jake" said Rachel who had emerged from the store with a glazed donut and a small coffee. "I hate her" she continued gazing over at her friend.

"Why?" I asked, though I knew the answer.

"Come on" she said giving me a 'you can't be that stupid' look. "She's gorgeous and all of you married men drool over her whenever you see her. I mean, look at you. Your shorts aren't normally that tight. I can see your dick right now and generally speaking, it's too small to notice."

I didn't put a hand down to cover myself but I thought about it. 

"Why are you looking there anyway Rach?" I stated, not rising to the bait regarding my manhood. "Aren't things with Billy okay?" I figured pointing out that she was married too and not above looking at other men's crotches might level the playing field just a little bit.

"Touché, I guess" she responded, "Though en garde might be more appropriate. You better cool down quick" she said with another glance my way. "Anyway, she's a nut case. She's here chasing some guy again. I don't know why she can't find someone on the west coast."

I climbed onto my bike to hide my rapidly shrinking tumescence and waited there until 6:30 when we took off on our ride and promised myself that I would maneuver throughout the day to ride behind Julie so that I could observe her body as she pedaled and her butt when she stood in the saddle to conquer a particularly rigorous climb.

She wore an outfit that accentuated her figure. A tank top riding shirt hugged her chest like a sports bra flattening her breasts but allowing her small nipples to clearly poke through the material. Her stomach was flat and her riding shorts looked painted on stretching from just above her hips to mid-thigh. The outfit was her favorite pale-green color, like a lawn faded from the sun but not yet bleached out. The padding in the shorts was ample yet form fitting and hid the valley between her legs. But the shorts were well worn and in the back were close to sheer in spots, especially right above her apple bottom. As she rode and leaned forward on her handlebars the material stretched and part of the cleft between her globes was visible over the padding. As the day wore on we all took turns leading at the front of the line. Whenever I wasn't in the front I was behind Julie, observing as her legs circled rhythmically on her pedals, muscles tensing with each revolution. The sweat of her exertion trickled down her back and began to stain the back of her shorts increasing the contrast of the space between her cheeks. Throughout the day I visualized my hands coming off my handlebars and grabbing her hips, grinding myself into her. In many ways it was the hardest ride of my life.

2010

Last year's fundraiser was unique. Over time, the event has grown so large that there are multiple starting and ending points to allow for more participants and therefore enabling the sponsors to raise more money. After riding from the alternative start for a couple of years I returned to the old original jumping off place for the ride.

As before, a slew of us met under the tent for dinner the night before the first day of the ride. Over the prior two years I had barely seen or spoken to Julie because if where I started the ride and because after finishing the first day every year there are so many people to catch up with that we never sat down for a real heart-to-heart conversation.

I had heard from Rachel that Julie was, for once, there without a guy. Actually, she was without a job too. Rachel, who herself had some recent experience with being out of work was, as always, somewhat unkind.

"I don't know what the fuck she does with herself out there every day. Every time I talk to her she is just out and about. I don't know where she has the money to not work" sniped Rachel as we piled food onto our dinner plates.

"You're just jealous" I said, watching Julie's backside as she went down the line at the serving table next to ours. I let out a sigh.

"What"? asked Rachel. Then, noticing what I was looking at she offered "You are pathetic". 

I leeringly nodded my agreement and we went to sit down.

The first day of the ride is more than a century. Two thousand riders huddle together in the parking lot of an office park and wait as we are urged to warm up and stretch and then listen to the national anthem before heading out on the journey from the starting point to the edge of the ocean where we spend the first night. It is exhilarating though, all that much pent-up energy. Everyone has been riding for months to get prepared for this day and the veteran riders know that regardless of road and weather conditions this will be glorious with throngs of cheering people thanking you as you whiz by.

While it is supposed to be a ride and not a race, many of our group try and finish as fast as possible. We are never the first ones to arrive at the seaside college campus where we spend the night but we are always among the first 50 to 100 or so. It feels good to ride hard, grab your gear, shower and get some food knowing that the rest of the almost 4,000 riders from both starts are still out on the road working to get to the same place. The campus does get a little crowded by the end of the day.

Julie never rides with us because she just can't keep up. But this particular year the work she had been putting in clearly paid off as she finished way earlier than she ever had. She was beaming as she strode through the campus and signed up for her complimentary massage. "Hey Jake" she cried out to me as I exited the hall where I had just received what could only be described as a pretty lame rubdown from an overweight masseuse-in-training.

"Jules" I said coming over and giving her a quick hug. "Pretty good time this year kiddo."

"You bet" she agreed as she grabbed my hand and placed it on her thigh. "I have been training very hard and it shows, don't you think"? She had said essentially the same thing last night but without letting anyone stroke her leg.

"You look and feel very strong this year Julie" I agreed. I began kneading her thigh and asked "What time is your massage?"

"In an hour" she replied. 

"Mine was pretty bogus" I said. "I'm thinking of going for a swim a little later. Interested"?

She thought for a second and said "Sure. I'll wear my bathing suit to the massage and we can go right after I'm done".

"Sounds great" I said. "I'll meet you right here in an hour and fifteen minutes".

I spent most of the next 75 minutes taking care of things in my tent. We were given a few different options for sleeping arrangements...the school dormitories, our own tents, tents provided by the sponsors, off-site hotels, etc. After a year or two in the dorms I opted for either my own tent or one supplied by the event. I just found them cooler and offering somewhat more privacy. Though, to be fair, pitching your tent next to someone else doesn't really offer much in the way of privacy.

I flopped down on my air mattress and began setting out clothes for the next day. I would be waking at 3:30 in the morning to get ready; breaking down the tent, getting breakfast, packing my gear into the trucks waiting to take it to the finish, etc. It was always a short night because the next day was so long.

At the appointed time, I went to get Julie and said hello to many people as I worked my way over to the massage hall. Julie walked out in a bikini top and a little sun skirt that she had worn over her bathing suit and that barely reached her mid-thigh. "So, how was it?" I said trying not to stare.

"Better than nothing-barely" she replied. "And I'm beginning to feel the ride."

"Come on" I said, "The water will help take the ache out of your legs". 

We strode to the ocean and stepped tenuously out into the water, toeing our way over the rocks and pebbles that constituted the beach.

"It's pretty fucking cold" said Julie, surprising me with a rare outburst of profanity.

"Come on you chicken" I laughed and reached a hand out to her. She grabbed my arm and we continued picking our way out to where the rocks became more manageable. We were about thigh high in the water when all of a sudden Julie clenched her fist around my bicep and cried out "Ahhh, fuck. I'm cramping. My calf. Fuck". She leaned on me hard and said "I have got to go back".

"Sure thing" I responded. "Come on, I've got you". I put an arm around her waist and helped her walk slowly back over the rocks to the shore. She was clearly in agony by the time we got to the beach.




The Fundraiser



"Come on" I said, "My tent is right around the building. I've got plenty of electrolyte tablets and we can take a look". Cramping after long exercise is often due to the fact that athletes don't hydrate or eat properly and get an electrolyte imbalance as a result. Not much you can do except hydrate, take some pills and rub out the cramp.

We crawled into the tent and I immediately gave her a couple of tablets and something to drink. I told her to lie down on her stomach on the air mattress and stretched my unzipped sleeping bag over her to give her some additional warmth though the tent itself was pretty toasty.

"Here" I said, "Let me work on your calf for a few minutes. Just relax".

"Okay" she responded through gritted teeth.

I could see the muscle in her calf twitching. I put both my hands around the muscle and pressed my thumbs right where the action was taking place. Working my thumbs in opposite directions I slid my hands up and down her calf trying to warm the muscle and calm the involuntary movement. I increased the speed of my ministrations and began to vigorously rub her calf to generate warmth and lengthened my reach to include her foot and her lower thigh.

After a couple of minutes she had clearly relaxed and the muscle had stopped twitching. She had thrown off the sleeping bag complaining that it was too warm and now lay face down on the air mattress breathing softly.

"Thank you" she said. "That feels so much better".

"Do you want me to continue"? I asked "I don't have any oil but here's your chance to get a second massage".

"Sure" she said. "That would be great. But honestly, I have got to pee."

"Ok" I said. "There's a Ritz quality port-o-potty around the corner". She grabbed her towel and other things and ran off.

When she came back she was wearing her sun skirt. I had moved the air mattress to one side of the tent and told her to lie down on the towels I had spread out. She zipped close the door to the tent and quickly lay down as I had suggested using her rolled up towel as a headrest.

I began to slowly work on her legs. Beginning with each heel I rubbed my hands against her flesh to generate heat and then worked her skin and muscle together. One at a time I moved my hands up to her calves moving her sun dress up a little at a time. I alternated between deep rubs and light touch trying to both relax and stimulate her.

I rose on my knees and placed one leg on either side of her left leg. I slowly ran my fingers up behind her knee and along the middle of her thigh. She tensed as I could tell she was being tickled but made no protest. I moved and repeated the motion on her other leg. Then I took both hands and reached under the hem of the sun dress to encircle her thigh so that I could knead it as I had down to her calves. She parted her legs slightly to help me with access.

I molded her flesh between my fingers working out the knots and began to move higher knowing I would soon reach her bikini bottoms. I slowed the massage and worked my fingers gently on either side of her thigh and felt the heat emanating from between her legs. Not yet touching the fabric of her bathing suit I gently moved my hands up a bit further right to where her right cheek met her thigh.

As I slid my fingers up past the crease at the bottom of her buttocks I recognized that she was no longer wearing a bathing suit. I stopped and thought about what that meant and what I thought was being offered to me. My cock had already been straining against my own bathing suit and it seemed to swell further as if to encourage me; almost pulling my hips forward like a dog tugging against a short leash.

I decided to be cautious and told Julie that I was going to work on her back and shoulders now and asked if it would be okay to untie the straps of her bikini top.

"Sure" she said. "That would be good. My shoulders are aching".

"You probably weren't bending your arms enough on the ride. When you don't all the shock of any bumps get transferred to your shoulders and back. Tomorrow, try a loose grip on the handle bars."

"Okay" she responded. "Will you show me how later?" I assured her I would.

I stared at her back as I prepared to put my hands on her and caress away as much of the soreness as I could. To be most effective I would need to be somewhat forceful and perhaps even painful with my technique. I was conflicted because I didn't want to ruin what was obviously becoming a charged environment.

After some thought I put both hands on her lower back and begin working my palms into her flesh. I moved my hands together, once again repeating the clockwise/counterclockwise motion from her spine outwards. At the beginning of each circle, I dug my thumbs into her vertebrae, loosening up the area and resetting the disks. I reached her bra line and held each palm flat against her spine and spread my fingers down towards her sides at a ninety degree angle. I pressed outwards trying to surreptitiously sneak a finger against a breast that lay flattened against the towels beneath her near naked body. When Julie wriggled as if to admonish me, I quickly brought my fingers back to her spine and then up to her neck where I circled her throat and worked the bones. Then, I took my fingertips and ran them all the way down her back and then up again to her neck as I bent down and blew air along her spine. She shuddered and squirmed at the tickling and then seemed to involuntarily lift her right leg which was brought between my legs. She let out a soft breath as she grazed my balls and then, as if totally unaware of what she had done, lowered her foot back to the ground.

Furtively, I glanced at the screens on the tent to see whether there were any neighbors around and, if so, whether they could get a good look inside.

"Time to roll over" I told her, knowing that this might be the moment where she decided she felt fine and that it was an opportune time to leave.

"Man, do I have to? This is so nice just like this". Arms over her head she lay flat, relaxed, contented and seemingly exhausted.

"Come on" I encouraged. "I promise this will be even better. I'll even let you choose...should I start from your neck and work my way down or from your feet and work my way up"?

Without looking at me or opening her eyes she whispered "Neck down, please".

"Right" I said. "Let's roll you over". I reached to grab a shoulder and a thigh and gripping loosely tugged her towards me to induce her to start moving herself. She wormed a little bit as she moved towards my pressure and by the time she was on her back her bikini top lay askew across her chest and her skirt had risen up to the point that I had a plain view of her entire crotch.

I looked at Julie but she had put her 'pillow' over her eyes almost so she could ignore what had happened to her clothes if she hid them from her own view.

I straddled her waist and began squeezing and rubbing her neck and shoulders. As I did I looked down at her chest. Her left breast lay exposed. She had never had children and so age and gravity were the only forces that she had ever had to contend with. She was fortunate that her breasts still seemed to have the perkiness of youth as the one I was staring at virtually stared right back at me. It didn't fall to a side and look away. No, it stood firm on her chest, a small but full sentry adorned with a perfectly round and deliciously pink aureole from which a soft nipple waited for its invitation to emerge.

I brushed my fingers along her clavicle and then stroked her triceps with my fingertips. Down to her elbows and then back to her shoulders. I lifted her arms above her head and moved my digits from her wrists to just before her armpits. She writhed a little with the sensation and I went on and massaged her arms more vigorously to avoid tickling her.

I grabbed her wrists and moved her arms down by her sides and told her to fold her hands together. She had to move her arms in between where I was straddling her to do this and in doing she ran her hands over my thighs to get to her own body. I lifted myself a little to give her better access, moving so that my face would rest just beneath her neckline if I chose to lay it down on her.

I pursed my lips together and started blowing air along her neck and down her throat across the fabric of her bikini top to the exposed breast. As I passed over her little apple I opened my mouth and let out a soft breath. I watched as her nipple stiffened from the breeze and push out from its resting space in her aureole. She strained up a little from the ground and twisted as if her nipple were pulling itself to my mouth for relief.

Still bent over her, I ran my fingers along her arms as I moved down past her breasts to her navel. At that point I moved my knees down and positioned myself below her waist. I stared at her hands which were pressing into her own thighs, squeezing them in an effort of self-control and refrain. Her legs were slightly parted and she when she put her arms down she had maneuvered her dress up a little higher so that her entire nether region was fully exposed and visible.

Like a prepubescent girl, her little pussy was completely smooth and bare, devoid of even a single wisp or hint of downy covering. Her mons was full, engorged even, no doubt from the massage and the fact that she was herself waiting and growing increasingly impatient for more. Peeking out shyly from where her folds met was her clit, a lone guard at the top of the valley that was waiting the inevitable onslaught of passion.

I leaned my face closer and let out a soft breath followed immediately by a stronger, cooler one that escaped from my pursed lips. Up and down either side of her womanhood I blew. She dug her hands into her thighs even deeper and forced them apart ever so slightly. I saw as her outer lips parted slowly as if being tugged apart by the pulling of a rope on a drawbridge when the surrender has come. Her lips glistened and a string of her fluid stretched across the small moat of air that lay between her slightly parted labia. I inhaled her scent, mixed as it was with soap and baby powder from her recent shower.

Still breathing softly on her entire pubic area, I finally took two fingers and as lightly as a feather stroked her labia on either side of the nub that was now standing free of its shield. "Please" she gasped softly. "I can't stand this".

And with that, I moved back, took her hands off of her legs, spread her ankles and lay back down on my stomach so that my face was positioned just beneath her waiting pussy. I snaked out my tongue and stroked her clit with the moistened tip of my tongue. "Ahhhh" Julie murmured and wriggled to try and get more pressure against her bud. But I moved away and instead ran my tongue around the outside of her folds, starting deep at the bottom and running up to the top to just next to her engorged pearl. Continuing this action on either side had her clit emerge from its hood and remain exposed like a cuckoo that has gotten stuck outside of its clock. I moved back to satisfy the demanding little nub and inserted a single finger into Julie's wet pussy. As I lapped between the lips I had opened I reached up to graze a nipple and realized that she was already stroking one of her breasts with a free hand. She strummed the rigid pink gem on her right tit while I gently flicked the bud on her left one. I placed my tongue hard against her little taut womanhood and moved side to side increasing pressure each time I shook my head.

Julie was in lost in the sensations. Her eyes were closed, her head back and her mouth was slightly parted. She pursed her lips and began inhaling shorter, deeper breaths as if she was in the middle of a workout. She placed her hands at either side of my head and tugged to get me to rise up to her.

"Do it" she gasped. And I realized she wanted me to enter her. "Do it now".

"Shhh", I mumbled, my mouth still affixed to her clam. I gently increased the pressure of my tongue. Julie's hands came off my head and went back to her breasts. Her legs tautened and straightened slightly and her hips came up and pushed her engorged cunt even further against my face. My finger went back in to her tunnel and I wriggled it around her walls as her pussy began to clamp down in anticipation of release. Her clit, which had withstood the assault from my mouth, began to slip back into its hood and this caused her to raise her hips even further.

I looked up and saw Julie put her fist into her mouth as if to ensure that she wouldn't scream because we were so exposed to passersby in the tent. Her face was pink from exertion and the sweat ran down her cheeks as she tensely waited her climax. Her head was raised as her abdomen tightened with concentration. Her lips were spread in a grimace and her breath was ragged.

Suddenly I felt her pussy clamp down on my finger and then rapidly open and close again and again and again. Each contraction was accompanied by a silent shudder that forced her torso up like she was doing crunches in the gym. Her mouth gaped as she expelled air silently and then took a deep inhale and a quick exhale. Her hands grabbed her breasts to pinch her nipples in an effort to extend the sensations that had racked her body. She collapsed and lay silent, chest heaving. "Feel better?" I asked as I kissed my way back up her body.

"Why didn't you fuck me?" she asked when she could finally speak "I wanted you to. Actually, I've wanted you to for some time. It doesn't matter. Right now I'm thirsty and I want to drink you".

In a flash and before I could respond, she slid down my body and literally ripped off my bathing suit. She stopped and stared at my cock, no longer at attention but not exactly at rest either. She took the shaft in one hand and placed the other beneath my balls.

"You shave" she said, surprised.

"Well, my balls and my butt" I replied. "I find it reduces chafing during the season". She wasn't really paying attention to what I was saying. Rather, she was licking my scrotum starting at the very back and running her tongue around each testicle. I felt the wrinkled skin grow taut as my erection returned. Julie grasped my pole and lightly began to masturbate it while she ran her tongue up and down the vein that throbbed on its underside. She moved to the head of my prick and with collected saliva anointed the rim that ran around base of the head. She then closed her mouth around the head and I felt the warmth of her spit dribble out of her mouth to lubricate my cock for her fingers.

She placed the head of my stick against her cheek and with her hand moved it back and forth and the friction seemed to make me swell even more. She opened wide and pushed her mouth down managing to get about half my shaft into her throat before she had to stop. She worked her head up and down slowly while she took the fingers of one hand and lightly rubbed my dick as she gently squeezed my balls with her other hand. I moved to get on my knees and placed my hand on her incredibly slick pussy. She brought her leg up so that I had easy access to her oily clit and gaping hole.

As she firmly stroked my cock I began to rub her pussy lips and nub. I brushed back her hair with my free hand and gently pushed her head back off of my cock. She opened her eyes and looked at me and I slid down next to her and, finally, kissed her for the first time that afternoon. She rolled onto her back and I got on my knees and put the head of my cock against her open twat.

I slid in easily and we both closed our eyes and sighed. I put my weight on my elbows and pressed my pubic bone against hers. My cock seemed to get lost in her cavern which was still slick from the combination of my saliva and her own emissions. I moved my hips slowly to grind against her, bending my head to nibble first at her neck and then at a nipple. We kissed deeply and she put her hands on my ass in an effort to push me further inside of her.

I lifted myself onto my elbows and toes and slowly removed my shaft so that just the head of my prick still lay between her folds. Gently I moved the head almost completely out and then back in to the rim. I quickened the pace slightly and the without warning pushed my entire cock back into her. She gasped with delight but then chopped my arms so that my weight collapsed on her body and immediately wrapped her legs around mine and once again grabbed my cheeks to keep me deep within her. She smiled with her eyes open and moved her hips beneath me thrusting her body up and pulling me down at the same time.

Our tongues met and swirled in each other's mouth. I licked the inside of her ear and she stifled a squeal and then she nibbled my neck and elicited the same response from me that my ear lick had drawn from her. Our rhythm continued and I felt her begin to tighten around me. She started to lose herself in the sensations and my cock began to get heavy as I felt the end near for me too. I slowed and tried to just rub out pubic bones together. Julie's legs began to straighten and I felt her muscles tighten. All of a sudden it seemed like her already sopping box became awash in more moisture as she tightened around my cock. The grip became so fierce I could hardly move and it even seemed like her womb was contracting so hard it was beginning to force my cock out of her. Time slowed as I felt myself get closer and closer to the edge, the burning moving along my cock as I held myself there waiting for her.

Julie hung on me tight moving just enough to edge herself to the end and suddenly she gasped into my shoulder and I felt her pussy release me and then grab me again and then release. She shuddered against me and I strained to withhold myself until she was finished.

Finally, she rested and looked at me. "Did you come?" she asked.

"Not yet" I replied with strain in my voice.

"What do you want me to do?" she queried. I got on my knees and looked down at my cock which was still in her. I pulled it out and gently began to rub against her pussy lips. Looking at me, she reached around and under her legs and began to massage my testicles while she stroked to top of my cock with two wet fingers.

I moved my shaft up and down between her lips and they wrapped around my cock like a little blanket. I felt the heat rise in my balls and the exquisite pain begin to move forward. I tried to hold back as much as possible as Julie teased and pulled at my balls. All of a sudden, she moved and put me into her mouth again and finally there was no stopping and with a muffled grunt I felt my cock swell in her mouth and then burst as a long hot jet of sperm flew out of me and against her cheek and down her throat. She moved her hand quickly to encourage more and more of my liquid and finally she reached and squeezed out the last thick drop and swallowed deeply.

My head lolled and my arms hung limp; sweat dripped from every pore. I was totally spent. Julie continued to kiss my shrinking penis, licking my balls and sending shudders of post-orgasmic contractions throughout my body.

We collapsed onto the ground and looked at each other, kissing lightly.

"Wow" I finally managed to say. "That was both unbelievable and totally unexpected."

Julie just smiled and then sidled even closer. Her breath was warm and sweet when she said to me "I've been looking forward to this for almost five years. I know it sounds contrived, but the truth is that every year I have seen you, despite the relationships I've been in and that fact that you have a family, I've thought about this. Every year. And I want to do it every year from here on out too."

I began to stiffen again as I realized that for as long as we both did this event I'd be raising more than just money.

THE END----Part I

*

Part II

While my two brains were contemplating the prospect of annual bliss filled encounters with Julie, she broke the reverie and said, "What time is it?"




The Fundraiser



"About 4:00" I replied after looking at my cell phone to check the time. "Why"?

"Shit, shit, shit" she swore distractedly. "I have to go". And with that, she pulled on the bikini bottoms she had hidden in her towel, strapped on the top and made to leave.

"Whoa" I said. "What's the rush?"

"It's Rachel" she answered. "I am supposed to meet her in five minutes and she will be pissed if I'm late". And, worse, she is going to know that I've been fooling around with someone."

"How will she know that and, more importantly, why do you care?" Then, thinking, I added, "Just don't let her know it was me."

Julie gave me a small smile and laughed, "There is a lot you don't quite get do you? Don't worry, our secret is safe."

"What the heck is that supposed to mean?" I queried. I was confused and feeling as if there were something so obvious that I must be an idiot for missing it.

"Shhh" whispered Julie, kissing me lightly on the lips. "Forget about it. I'll see you later". And she then quickly zipped open the door to the tent, looked around to make sure she didn't recognize anyone and slipped away leaving me naked on the ground.

The rest of the afternoon passed slowly. Everyone ate their fill and hung out in groups talking about the day and making plans for the early morning departure. Riders continued to stream in until the early evening and all of us rued the idea of taking almost 12 hours to complete the first day's ride.

As the sun drifted lower, the live music ended and even before darkness fell people began to make their way to their accommodations for the night. The combination of a challenging day in the saddle, full stomachs and the prospect of a 3:30 wake-up call led many of us to crawl into our beds and sleeping bags at a very early hour. As Craig and I walked back to our tents, I saw Julie and Rachel standing near the entrance of one of the dorms. Rachel did not look happy and was jabbing a finger at Julie as she spoke. I couldn't make out any of the conversation but it was clearly having an impact on Julie who stood with her arms crossed looking defiant. "They don't look very happy" I said to Craig. Craig glanced over at the women and shrugged. "Probably a lover's quarrel" he commented in an off-handed manner.

"Right" I nodded. "They're quite a pair".

Craig had arrived several hours after me because he had been riding with a friend from out of town who was a painfully slow cyclist. He had pitched his tent about 30 feet from mine. When Julie was with me he had not yet arrived so we knew he had not seen us together at all. Craig had been doing the ride for almost 20 years and knew everyone in our small group of riders better than most. He had a very easy way about him and was one of those people that everyone liked and respected. Generally, we didn't have any significant interpersonal issues in our club but occasionally there were flare-ups because riding is such a dangerous sport and everyone was always looking to shift responsibility to others whenever there was a problem when we rode in a pack.

Normally exceptionally discreet, Craig slipped and said, "I was serious. They are kind of a pair you know".

Stunned, I looked at him and could only exclaim "No fucking way. Rachel is married and Julie is always with some guy when she comes out here. What is the deal?"

He looked at me with an expression that clearly indicated a struggle; should he say something or just let it go. Likely deciding that there was no way I would let him get any rest if he didn't clarify his comments he shrugged and started giving me some history.

"Okay, I REALLY shouldn't be telling you this and they will crucify me if they find out that I said anything."

"Don't worry" I said quickly to encourage him. "Tell me".

"Okay. Well, first of all, Julie and Rachel have known each other since undergraduate school. You knew that right?" I nodded my assent and he continued. "Well, it turns out that they had a very close and special friendship at school and from what I can gather those fires have never really been extinguished. Personally, I think each of them is bi-sexual. I actually think that Rachel leans more towards liking girls than boys but that Julie is either right down the middle or leans hetero."

"And what do you base these conclusions on? And how do you know any of this anyway?" I just couldn't believe what I was hearing though on some level, deep down, it resonated as true.

"Christ, I shouldn't have opened my mouth in the first place. Listen, I have a very good friend who was at college with Rachel and Julie. It was generally known that they were into each other but that each also went out with guys. You know, experimentation is something that a lot of people do at college. And be real, you've met Billy, Rachel's husband, haven't you?" I nodded and Craig continued "Well the guy is gay. Maybe he's bi-sexual, I don't know, but I have gay friends who swear they see him cruising all the time. So there you have it...a lover's quarrel, over what I can't tell you. Come on, you knew that Rachel and Julie always get a room at the Crest and stay down here for a couple of days after the ride didn't you? Put two and two together man." 

And with that last comment Craig said goodnight and crawled into his tent.

Normally this kind of revelation would have kept me up all night with worry. What if Rachel found out who Julie had been with and got angry and decided to get revenge by outing me to my wife? What if she tried to blackmail me? These and other thoughts of horrifying consequences crammed my head but I was so exhausted from the day's activities that I couldn't keep my eyes open and, thankfully, by nine o'clock I had drifted to sleep.

I woke at three in the morning with a bladder bursting from having drunk what had to have been at least a gallon of water the night before. Rehydrating after a long ride is key, especially if you are going on another long ride the next day. I grabbed a flashlight and stumbled to the dorms to find a bathroom. The portable toilets were a closer option but managing them in the darkness is a challenge that has only downside attached to it.

Relieving myself my head began to clear and I remembered the conversation with Craig from the night before. I determined not to worry about it but to ask Julie directly as soon as I had an opportune moment.

I meandered back to my tent and tried to get a few more minutes of rest before reveille. Unsuccessful after fifteen minutes of tossing around, I began to get dressed and to pack my gear. Finishing, I hoisted my backpack onto my shoulders and trudged over to where breakfast was being set up and the trucks were waiting to transport our bags from the campus to the finish line 90 miles away.

On the first day of the ride 95% of the participants wear the same jersey, given to each of us by the ride sponsors. On the second day, people either wear the same one (ick), jerseys from prior years or, for groups like ours, club colors often designed specifically for the ride. Groups of teammates are easily identified this way making for colorful pelotons on the road. Our team sported matching shorts and shirts that were a combination of navy blue, red, white and yellow. Stamped with the year, our club name and a small sun sitting over a rider pedaling down a road, the outfit was simple, yet classy compared with many of the more garish uniforms worn by other teams.

Almost 30 of us sat around a table waking up while we drank coffee and ate bagels, slurped cereal, gobbled egg and bacon sandwiches, peeled bananas, spooned yogurt and started squeezing carbohydrate gels into our mouths. We would not all ride together but we tried to at least begin the day as comrades. The pre-ride meal was always a careful balancing act between actually sating your hunger and ingesting the right amount and kinds of calories for the effort that lay ahead.

Julie was nowhere to be seen. I asked Rachel where she was.

"I have no idea" she spat. "What does it matter anyway, she won't be riding with us".

"I know" I replied. "Just curious. But I will say she finished in pretty good time yesterday so she might surprise you".

"Yeah, she's full of surprises these days" Rachel muttered to herself.

We rolled out of the campus at 5:00 and rode along on streets lit only be streetlamps and the headlights of passing cars. Fifteen minutes later the faintest color began to inch above the horizon and with each additional minute the sky began to waken and the stars were chased away. The night sky turned a pale pink and then a cloudless blue and we recognized that we would once again have glorious weather for the ride. Our pace picked up as we became more confident of the road conditions and soon we were a 20 person line of blue flying along a six-mile straightaway at a blistering 26 miles an hour yelling out "On your left" as we whizzed by other packs that seemed to be riding in place.

Our pace line was coldly efficient, silent except for the whirring of pedals and the tell-tale noise of ball-bearings that cawed or whined when wheels turned but the pedals were stationary. We didn't talk except to encourage each other as someone moved from the front of the line to the rear. "Nice pull" was the typical refrain and pull it was because we all knew that the person in front expends 25% or more energy than those behind them.

It seemed like a blink of an eye when we flew into the second water stop of the day after having blown by the first without stopping. As was the case every year, our 20 person group had grown to almost 50 as other riders grabbed on to our train happy to be swept along in our wake, reveling at going fast without having to do any work. We didn't care...we had a reputation to protect.

"Halfway there" I said to Craig.

"Man, we are flying" he responded. "I've got over 21 mph for the day".

"Sounds about right to me" I said.

"Hey Jake" Craig started, "You didn't say anything to Julie or Rachel about what I said to you last night did you?"

"No fucking way" I answered. "You think I'm crazy? Why do you ask?"

"Well, Rachel made a very odd comment to me this morning so I wanted to double check".

My throat constricted and I caught my breath. I had visions of my worst fears coming to pass and the thought of a vindictive Rachel was terrifying. Trying to keep the tension out of my voice I asked "Yeah, what did she say?"

"Something to the effect that she thought that you knew about her and Julie and that she wasn't happy about it. I asked her what made her think that and she told me to forget about it but it made me kind of curious and nervous."

I nodded my understanding and gave Craig all the reassurances I could and five minutes later we were back on the road.

I couldn't wait for the ride to end. While I was having a wonderful time being with the group, thoughts of Julie and Rachel and what had happened kept invading my mind making it difficult to concentrate on the task at hand. The miles clicked by as we rode past marshes and sand dunes, through quaint towns and along bluffs overlooking the ocean. The sea breeze was negligible enabling us to maintain what was for us a breakneck pace along flats and the rolling hills we encountered as we neared the finish line. Along the way we dropped all of the poseurs who had tried to latch onto our group but who, in the end, could not maintain the pace that we set. With one mile to go we stopped and arranged ourselves into rows and then rode easily to the finish which was lined with cheering observers, television crews and volunteers waiting to herd us past the finish line and towards the showers which were located on the grounds of the Crest Hotel an old, two story horseshoe shaped property that sat on a cliff overlooking the ocean.

We all gave each other high fives and hugs, took pictures and then split to get our packs and suitcases so that we could wash, put on a change of clothes and start eating. I made my way to where the thousands of bags were piled, organized by groups according to where we had slept the night before. After 10 minutes of digging, a volunteer found my pack and, straining, lifted it from beneath several other bags and handed it to me offering her congratulations and thanks for my efforts.

It was one of the strange aspects of the weekend. We had a blast doing this but everyone who lined the road or volunteered just thanked us and looked at us with wonderment as if what we did was the most monumental accomplishment one could imagine.

As I began to work my way from the baggage area to the mens' showers, Rachel called out to me.

"Jake" she said waving "Come here".

Nervously I walked over to her and said, "Hey Rachel. Man, you were awesome today. I can't believe how strong you are."

"Can it" she said "We were all pretty good today but it was a fast ride and I'm pretty sore. Listen, you know Julie and I are staying down here for a couple of days and we have a room. If you prefer to shower in there instead of in the group area you are welcome to. I've checked in and am going to the room right now. You can sit outside on the deck until I'm done."

"Umm, who else is going to be there? I wouldn't want to intrude" I said thinking to myself that going to the room was a very bad idea.

"Don't be silly" she said in a voice that was altogether too pleasant for her. "You aren't going to tell me that you would rather stand in a group shower with 50 naked guys than to have the privacy of your own bath are you?"

"No, of course not" I began, flustered. "It's just that-"

"Fine" she said. "That's settled, come on". And I gave up and followed her to the room.

Rachel opened the door and we both slung our bags onto one of the beds.

"Man, I stink" she said. "I can't wait to get into that shower".

She opened her bag, grabbed some clothes and ran into the bathroom shouting at me from behind the door to grab anything I wanted from the minibar and to wait on the deck.

I did as instructed and sat in a deck chair with my feet on the railing looking out at the ocean, the people on the beach below and the sailboats and cargo ships out at sea. Even though it was only 10 in the morning, I had grabbed a beer form the tiny refrigerator in the room and was relaxing to the point where I could feel myself begin to slip into a dream.

"Hey" Rachel said, startling me and snapping me wide awake, "Your turn".

I slowly pulled myself out of the chair with a groan that reflected my stiffening muscles and turned around to see Rachel wrapped in a towel with a second one turbaned on top of her head. I handed her the beer and shuffled off to the bathroom.

I turned on the water and stripped out of my riding outfit. Gingerly I climbed into the tub and sighed as the shower hit my head and began to rinse away the hours of grime that had accumulated on the ride. I stood there limp just letting the water stream over me, not even having the strength to open my eyes and pick up the soap.

Suddenly the air temperature dropped and I jumped as I heard "You are one good looking dude Jake."

My right hand flew to cover my crotch and I shouted "What the heck are you doing?" as I saw Rachel standing naked and staring at me.

With a look that said 'What the fuck do you think I'm doing?' Rachel stepped into the shower and picked up the soap. 

She rubbed the bar inside a washcloth and when it was thick with lather she began to wash me. Starting from my neck she slowly wiped away the sweat and dirt that clung to my skin. She turned me around and worked my shoulders and then scrubbed down my back and over my buttocks and along my legs. Rubbing vigorously to remove the accumulated grit and grease she turned me around again and one by one washed my feet and then began to move back up my body. Without saying a word she looked me straight in the eyes as she put the cloth around my dick and tugged and wiped thrusting her hand under my sac and moving my legs apart to ensure she cleaned me fully. She then moved back up my abdomen and circled the washcloth around my chest and up my neck and around my face. Squirting some shampoo into her hands she told me to lean forward so that she could wash my hair. Finally she stopped and pushed me under the shower to rinse.

Clean, I stood looking at her as the water continued to course over us both. I felt myself begin to stir as I stared and fully appreciated her powerful body.

"Umm", I started, "Thank you for the, uh, unexpected help with that." 

I maneuvered to get myself out of the shower and to a towel. Rachel pouted a little as if she had begun something but didn't quite know where to take it and let me extricate myself from the tub. I started to dry myself and she grabbed a towel and then with a quick move opened the door and walked out.

I followed her and quickly tried to change the dynamic to find out what she really wanted to do.

"Hey, can I help you dry off?" I offered.

She turned, gave me a little smile and said "Sure, I think I would like that".

"Great" I responded nervously. "You aren't worried about Julie walking in are you"?

She stared at me. "No, why should I care about that? Besides, she's so slow she probably won't be here for another hour and I hope it won't take you that long to take care of me."

"Yeah" I agreed, "You're probably right. I just wouldn't want her to get the wrong idea" I added as I took a hand towel and started patting Rachel's head.

As I moved the towel down her neck, Rachel and I both jumped as we heard a card key slip into the lock on the door and the door handle move with a thunderous click.

"Quick" Rachel whispered, "Get into the bathroom".

Not needing to be told twice, I grabbed some of my clothes, dashed back into the still steaming commode and quickly pulled on my shorts and a t-shirt. I could hear Rachel and Julie talking through the door but I couldn't hear what they were saying.

I then nonchalantly opened the door while making as if I was still drying my hair. It was clear that Rachel and Julie were in the midst of a discussion that had become intense rather quickly. 

By her reaction I could see that Julie may have concluded that there was someone else in the room but that she hadn't expected it to be me.

"Hey Jules" I said with feigned indifference, "You made great time this year. How are you feeling"?

"Jake" she smiled, "I feel great. My ride was wonderful and I am looking forward to a shower. And you know what else?"

"Um, no, what?" I asked.

She smiled at me with her golden eyes but I couldn't tell what she was really thinking.

Sweetly, yet with an unmistakable bite she said "I would love to get another massage from you after I shower. You did such an incredible job yesterday. Rachel, you wouldn't belief how relaxing and invigorating Jake's technique is. It was like nothing I had ever experienced before. Please Jake, will you do me again"? "Wow Jake, you must be a real master" piped in Rachel in a cool but mocking tone. "Maybe you could do me too."

Julie, who was standing just behind Rachel glanced quickly at her friend and then shot me a pleading nod as if to say 'help me out here'.

"I don't know ladies" I started, "I'm kind of tired today". 

Landing in the middle of what even I could have surmised was a significant quarrel without having been told the background story was making me extremely uncomfortable.

"Come on Jake" prodded Rachel. "I promise that if you do this it will remain between just us. As will the body work you gave Julie yesterday."

Julie and I both shot horrified looks first at each other and then at Rachel who smiled archly. The implicit threat was clear.

"Sure, why not Rachel" I said resignedly. "You are the boss but you know it was just a lame massage. Julie, go take a shower. Rachel, get on the bed...I'll start with you."




The Fundraiser



Julie walked by me, squeezed my hand and then kissed me hard on the lips immediately throwing my 'lame massage' explanation under the bus while Rachel looked on.

After Julie entered the bathroom and closed the door Rachel's attitude changed and she opened up to me.

"Jake" she started, "I don't know how much you know about my friendship with Julie."

"Um, no more than you've told me" I lied. "Why? Is there something I should know? I will say it did seem a little tense in here a few minutes ago."

"Well, as a matter of fact, there is". Rachel paused as if trying to decide how much to say while also trying to determine how much I either really knew or at least suspected.

And in the next thirty seconds Rachel told me essentially the same story about her and Julie that Craig had disclosed the night before. Going back to their college days she explained that they had maintained their relationship off and on over the years. Rachel then went on to say that she inexplicably became incredibly jealous whenever she and Julie were together. She knew it was both unhealthy and unfair but couldn't help herself. Rachel disclosed that for the past several years she had noticed the mutual attraction that Julie and I had for each other and, until yesterday, had always assumed that either my marriage or Julie's attachments would stand between anything happening.

"And Julie didn't say anything to me other than you had rubbed out a cramp for her after you guys went for a swim. But I could tell that something had happened. I know her too well. And the two of you just confirmed it for me...with your looks and that kiss. I'm sorry Jake. I resent it but I'm hoping that I can get over it if I can share you with her today. That may sound crazy but that's what I'm thinking. Please help me." Rachel looked at me pleadingly and then lay face down on the bed.

"Shit" I began, "Well, thank you for being so open and honest with me Rachel. It explains a lot...an awful lot."

I had started digging my fingers into Rachel's muscular shoulders burrowing deep with my thumbs to loosen the muscles that were knotted from the long ride and the tension she was feeling over the situation.

"Try to relax" I said. "Breathe slow and deep. I'll do what I can here but, honestly, I think that you and Julie have some hard conversations you need to have."

Rachel flipped over onto her back and with a smile said "Thank you Jake" and then she reached up and grabbed me by the neck and pulled my head down to hers to give me a kiss. I acquiesced and placed my mouth against hers and felt the softest pair of lips I had ever kissed yield to the pressure of my face. Rachel's tongue slipped between her teeth and slithered into my mouth and she lightly flicked the tip of my own tongue. And then, just as quickly, she spun back around onto her stomach leaving me with my mouth agape staring at the back of her head.

"Rach, please undo your towel so that I can get to your back." I instructed her.

"Mmmm" she sighed as she lifted herself on her elbows and undid the knot across her chest that held the towel in place. Then she reached under the bed and pulled out her duffle bag, zipped it open and said "Hey Jake, use some of this on my skin".

I looked down and saw a bottle of massage oil in her hand. As I took it from her, I glimpsed into the bag and was surprised to see a few other items including what looked like restraints, dildos and at least one vibrator.

"Have toys will travel?" I queried.

"God, how embarrassing" she answered. "I'm mortified".

"Not to worry" I said. "I can either forget I saw them or we can incorporate them into the program"

Rachel lifted her head and leered at me. "In for a penny...?" she asked.

I smiled back and said "You got it". 

And then she quickly flung aside her towel and like a stealthy Amazon got off the bed and expertly tied each restraint to a bedpost, hiding the corresponding cuff underneath the bed itself. She hopped back onto the bed. Put her head just below the pillows and I threw the towel back over her leaving her back exposed. I squeezed some oil onto my hands and began rubbing Rachel's left calf.

As if on cue, Julie strode out of the bathroom, radiant. Her moist hair had taken on a deep golden hue from the water and she toweled it vigorously to dry it off. She had a second towel wrapped around her waist like me, leaving her perfect breasts exposed. With her aureoles shrunken and her nipples taut she walked past Rachel on the bed running a finger down her back as she came over to me and once again kissed me hard on the lips. She then pulled back and mouthed 'I'm sorry about this'. I shook my head with a smile to reassure her and mouthed back, 'It's okay'.

"Hey Jules" I said, "Why don't you get up on the head of the bed and start on Rachel's arms. This will go faster four-handed".

Julie nodded her assent, threw the pillows off the bed and positioned herself so that she was kneeling right at Rachel's head. She took some oil herself and then leaned over and began to work on Rachel's upper back while I continued to knead Rachel's tight, muscular legs.

As Julie worked her way down Rachel's back and I worked my way up her legs our own bodies got closer and closer. Soon Julie was sitting astride Rachel's mid-back working her fingers deep into the lower vertebrae of her longtime friend and lover while I had my hands around one of Rachel's powerful thighs which, like the rest of her body, had relaxed as Rachel slipped into something of a stupor. Julie and I looked up at each other, our faces met right above Rachel's towel covered ass and we kissed.

I nuzzled Julie's neck and ran my tongue up to her ear as my hands slowly moved to the top of Rachel's thigh. I was close now, close to violating Rachel's pussy and I could feel the heat flowing between her legs. Rachel nonchalantly bent her left leg slightly as if she were leaving the door slightly ajar for a visitor who would soon be coming into her home. I decided to wait a little longer before stepping across that threshold.

"Okay Rachel" I whispered to her, "Time to roll over".

Julie stepped over Rachel's back onto the floor and we helped Rachel rotate onto her back. The towel remained around her waist but her chest was exposed and for the first time I had a close look at her breasts. Small but firm, they jutted out from her chest despite like a teenager's. Her nipples were a dark brown as opposed to Julie's pink but, like Julie's, they were engorged and erect as if stepping forward and asking to be suckled.

As Rachel lay there waiting for us to continue the massage, I touched Julie lightly on the shoulder and when my eyes met hers I pointed to the bedposts. She looked back at me wide-eyed and smiling and nodded knowingly.

Taking a little more control, Julie ran her fingers up to Rachel's breasts and began to run a forefinger around Rachel's right nipple. This made Rachel arch her back slightly and a knowing grin came to her face...the touch was familiar.

"Hey babe" Rachel murmured. "Is that you?"

"You know it is hon" answered Julie. 

As I stood mesmerized I saw Julie sidle up towards the head of the bed and as she took a cuff from the bedpost she bent down and gave Rachel a deep kiss. I was aware enough to move and get the cuff from the opposite side at the foot of the bed. I held the cuff in one hand while I lightly grazed my fingers along the inside of Rachel's thigh with the other.

Julie looked at me sideways and nodded. I mouthed 'One, two, three' and we simultaneously hooked a cuff around Rachel's left ankle and right wrist.

"Hey, what the fuck" Rachel exclaimed as she tugged at the two restraints. 

I didn't wait and while she struggled against the existing binds, I quickly moved to get her right ankle immobilized. I knew that finishing the job and shackling her left wrist would be easy for Julie and I to accomplish together.

"Relax Rachel" I said. "Julie and I want to make this the best massage you have ever experienced".

"But," she started to reply staring at me as I worked my way to the top of the bed opposite Julie, "This is not what I-"

Having seen me surreptitiously lift the last cuff off the floor as Rachel ranted at me, Julie reached over and took Rachel's head in her hands, turned her face to meet her and gave Rachel another deep kiss. Rachel hungrily returned the smooch and I attached the last cuff. I then rummaged in Rachel's pack and pulled out a pair of blindfolds, a feather and a few other interesting looking items. Julie nodded appreciatively. 

Warming to the 'task', I slipped the blindfold over Rachel's glaring eyes. "Is it just me or does Rachel like to be in control?" I asked.

We all laughed and Rachel relaxed a little bit. Resignedly she said, "If you hurt me I will bite your balls off."

And with that comment I removed the towel from Rachel's torso with one hand and reached across her body to tug at the towel wrapped around Julie's waist with the other. Julie, who had climbed onto the bed, helped me out and soon was naked and astride her friend.

What a contrast I thought; Julie tall, lithe and golden and Rachel, stocky, firm and dark. Rachel was splayed out like a sacrifice to some ancient god. As she and Julie made out I leaned between her legs and ran the feather along her thighs watching them tighten with anticipation. I looked up to where her legs met and saw her pubis shaved clean except for a black strip that ran from the top of her mound to an inch below her bikini line. Her folds were large, plump and hung slightly apart. Her clit was long and pronounced, a little hard-on looking like a key waiting for something to lock onto. Moisture was visible between her pussy lips.

Julie reached backwards and ran a finger between the folds of Rachel's cleft. Rachel squirmed at the touch and tried to raise her mound higher to force Julie's finger in deeper. I stood watching having dropped my own towel so that Julie could view my raging erection. She smiled and then swung a leg over Rachel's breasts so that her face was pointed towards Rachel's feet. Continuing to stroke Rachel's pussy with one finger, she reached over and grabbed my cock with her other hand. I raised a foot onto the bed to make it easier for her to reach me and bent over to place my mouth on hers while I reached down and grazed one of her nipples with the feather. Smiling, she bit my lip to get me to stop so I ran the feather down her back to the top of her cheeks.

She stopped stroking both Rachel and me and leaned forward so that her face came to Rachel's valley forcing her ass higher in the air and providing me access for the feather. As I ran the plume between her cheeks she bent and drooled a spot of saliva onto Rachel's engorged little princess and followed with a flick of her tongue down its shaft. Rachel moaned with delight and raised her head as if to return the favor to a muff that should have been waiting just above her face.

I shifted position so that I could view Julie's wrinkled brown hole that sat just above a glistening cavern. Gently I ran my finger between her humid globes and lightly rubbed her stretched anus before continuing down and stroking the pink folds that had opened with anticipation. Julie rocked her hips so that her slit moved up and down on my finger anointing it with her juice and making sure that her own swollen bud enjoyed the sensation of the light pressure I was applying.

Rachel was still looking for something to do with her own mouth so I moved my body close to hers and took my wet finger from Julie's snatch and circled it around one of Rachel's firm nipples while I took my heavy truncheon and placed its swollen head against her lips. Hungrily Rachel opened her mouth and took in the entire mushroom cap. I took my hands and put them beneath her head to help her as she tried to force my lance further into her mouth. I eased myself out so that she could swirl her soft tongue around me and then I sat over her face so that she could suck one testicle and then the other, rolling the little footballs around in her mouth while I worked my shaft with my hand.

Julie moved again so that her head was between Rachel's legs and she looked up to watch the action all the while digging two fingers into her own sopping crotch. Without warning, she stopped, and shimmied up the bed where she pushed me aside and placed her bare twat just about Rachel's open mouth.

"Lick me Rachel" she demanded. "Come on baby, lick me now".

I stood back and watched as Rachel's tongue darted out and found Julie's clit. Julie got onto her feet and put her hands on the wall over the bed and then slowly lowered herself further onto Rachel's face. Rachel stuck out her tongue and made it like a small, stiff cock and Julie slumped so that she was being fucked by Rachel's tongue. Up and down she rose and Rachel bobbed her head to meet Julie's gaping pussy.

I reached over and grabbed the vibrator and began move it around and then inside of Rachel's slick gash. Poor Rachel was losing herself in the sensations and didn't know whether to thrust her hips to meet the vibrator or move her head to meet Julie's honey pot. She was sweating from the effort and clearly reaching the point of no return.

Suddenly, Julie stopped and Rachel moaned a great "No, please, no."

"Hush honey" replied Julie. "I'm going to fuck you now." And with that she went and slipped a harness and dildo around her waist. Standing with a black rubber cock seemingly attached to her quim, she positioned herself on her knees in front of Rachel's spread pussy. Slowly she pushed the fake cock deep into her girlfriend and Rachel writhed with pleasure doing everything she could to lodge the dildo further and to grind herself against Julie's smooth mound.

The two were lost in each other and Julie humped away while she kissed Rachel deeply on the lips, their tongues twirling together naked in the air like dueling swords. Julie picked Rachel's head up with both hands and began to lick her nose, then ears then neck where she dug her tongue deep into the spot where Rachel's neck met her shoulders. Rachel was squealing from the attention and she continued to rock her hips to meet the light push that Julie gave the fake prick.

As Julie leaned forward burying her face in Rachel's neck, she presented herself to me and I quickly stuck two fingers into her impossibly wet cunt. She looked around at me and with a wanton stare quietly ordered "Fuck me Jake".

I knelt behind her and looked down at the erection I had been slowly stroking for the past few minutes. A clear liquid was leaking from me and I rubbed the pre-cum around the head of my shaft and then brought my cock to the entrance of Julie's waiting tunnel. Julie reached between her legs to grasp me and guide me in between her dripping folds. There was a small barrier as Julie had begun to close down from all the excitement but a quick push forward by me met a rear thrust by her and I was suddenly deep within the warm cavern of her womb.

Julie lay flat between Rachel's legs and lifted herself up so that her forearms were supporting her weight. I rested on my knees on either side of Julie's legs and which created a resting spot for Rachel's thighs. The three of us rocked together with Julie doing most of the work. She pushed herself against and moved back to take my shaking dick. Sweat was trickling down her spine and I bent to lick it.

Suddenly, Rachel tensed and then let out a deep groan as she swung her head from side to side and bucked her hips once more and pressed them against Julie. Julie slowed her thrusts as Rachel continued to spasm. "Go baby" she whispered to Rachel who strained against the cuffs to cling as tightly as she could to her lover.

As her orgasm subsided, Rachel lay fatigued on the bed, her head resting to one side. "God" she began "That was incredible. I have so needed that".

Julie looked back at me and smiled, "Undo the cuffs" she instructed me as she began to unclamp Rachel's wrists.

In doing so, and to my despair, my cock slipped out of Julie and stood in the cooler environment of the hotel room's air. Freed from the shackles, Rachel quickly shifted on the bed rotating her body so that her head was situated beneath Julie's smooth, glistening snatch. With Rachel's help, Julie then slipped out of the strap-on and immediately got back on all fours leaning forward on her elbows so that I could have access once again but also so that Rachel could lap her with unfettered ease.

I move closer staring at the perfectly proportioned organ that rested between Julie's thighs. As I approached her, Julie reached underneath and with two fingers held the gateway flaps open for me as Rachel began to stroke Julie's clit with her tongue. Once again I pushed my veined and swollen appendage into that warm passage that stretched to accommodate my girth.

"Nnnnnh" Julie moaned "Ahhhh, fuck, that feels so fucking wonderful." She began to give us instructions, "Slower Jake. Deeper. Don't move, stay right there. Rachel lick me harder. That's it".

Julie knelt motionless except for her hips which slowly rocked back and forth so that Rachel's tongue glided up and down her little shaft and my cock moved slightly in and out of her pussy. Every few times she pushed against me I would hold her buttocks tight and then alternate by spreading them wide to get a full view on my dick, her lips and her anus which I would gently rub with my thumb. Rachel meanwhile had begun to lightly stroke my nuts each time Julie moved against Rachel's mouth.

Julie's rocking began to pick up speed and her breath became more ragged. She reached behind and grabbed my butt forcing me to stay lodged in her as she ground her pussy hard onto Rachel's face. She lifted her head to the sky and I saw the grimace from the tent take hold on her face. Julie's womb began to tighten and clamp down on my dick and she arched into Rachel's mouth so forcefully that she threatened to expel my cock from her cunt. Not needing to stifle herself, Julie began to whimper and then, with an explosive exhale, her contractions began. Quickly at first and then more slowly, she gasped "Ah, ah, ah" with each one. I held on for dear life pushing hard to stay inside of her and to feel the walls of her snatch grip my cock. Rachel's ball stroking continued throughout Julie's climax and she grasped my nuts together and tugged slightly. The head of my cock was deep inside Julie and she now swayed her hips side to side causing the tip of my prick to bounce against the smooth walls of her uterus. I could feel the hot liquid began to bubble up along my root. I didn't want this sensation to cease but the women were going to force me to drain myself soon. I slowly drew my dick out of Julie bringing the head just to the edge of her hole and then slid it in and out a few times as I watched transfixed between the sights and the sensations. Rachel's mouth was right below where my cock met Julie's opening and her fingers were dancing on my scrotum. My prick swelled further and I knew I had reached my limit. With a final slow thrust I lodged myself back inside of Julie, gripping her hips and then waited as she twirled her ass in a way that the head of my cock rubbed against her wall and as Rachel gave once final squeeze I pushed and exploded inside of Julie, my entire body shaking uncontrollably as the tension finally escaped my muscles. The first shot of cum was followed by several more and I moved to try and extend the sensations that I didn't want to ever stop.

Exhausted, Julie rested on her forearms and I leaned on her back. Rachel shimmied from underneath and Julie and I collapsed, still coupled, to a side, neither of us wanting to part. "Don't go" she pouted as my rapidly shrinking tool began to slowly slip out of her. "Please don't go".




The Fundraiser



I smiled and kissed the back of her neck reaching around to place a hand on her still swollen vulva. "I promise you I will be here whenever you want me to be" I smiled at her.

The End----Part II 



The Fundraiser



Part 1.

The scene: an elegant penthouse apartment cocktail party. There are around 30 guests; catering has been provided, and everyone belongs to the same select 'club.' The evening has been organized as a fundraiser.

"Hi Everyone, this is 'holes.' I'll let her introduce herself." 

"holes!"

holes was naked except for her high heeled shoes and collar and had been trained well enough to know how to behave on such occasions.

She clasped both hands behind her neck, walked up to the nearest guest, and introduced herself by opening her legs and thrusting her cunt forward.

James smiled and immediately slipped two fingers into her, noticing how slippery and wet she felt. 

Her tits were heavy and pendulous and would be perfect for tying he thought.

"Pleased to meet you holes." 

"Thank you Sir" she replied, and moving her legs back together, walked amongst the other guests, introducing herself to males and females alike. Some of the women simply nodded; other took full advantage of the opportunity and made sure their elegant, long-nailed fingers extended well into her cervix.

As soon as the introductions were over, holes rejoined Master who was engaged in conversation with the host and his wife.

"Be a darling holes and help the maids in the kitchen."

"Thank you Sir" she replied before wondering off towards the kitchen and the other equally naked servants.

When holes re-emerged from the kitchen, she bore a heavy silver tray laden with savories. As she moved from guest to guest, many took the opportunity to touch her behind or fondle her tits, which she dutifully allowed them to do. James even rubbed his finger between her arse cheeks, feeling her anus as she stood there with her back to him, offering miniature quiches to the guests.

When she turned to offer refreshments to another group, she noticed that Master was frowning. She had forgotten to arch her back and present her arse for better access when James had touched her there. She knew she might be punished but was hoping he might overlook it this time. The last time she disappointed, she was placed on toilet duties all night and had to lick or suck each guest's genitals as they finished peeing – which she enjoyed doing even if it did make her knees sore. Some of the guests would deliberately stop and start and make her lick them over and over, enjoying the sensation and her obedience. Occasionally a mini queue would form and comments would be made about her body or the way she extended her tongue when licking. She had been very well trained indeed she thought, a wry smile betraying the laughing lines around her eyes.

"holes, as soon as you've finished dishing out those quiches, come back here; there's someone I'd like you to meet. And grab yourself a glass of Pinot Gris. One of the other girls will show where to find it."

"Yes Master" she replied before returning to the kitchen. "Would Master like one too?"

"Thank you holes" he replied. "I would; mine's empty."

When holes reached the kitchen, she noticed that one of the girls was preparing to carry drinks out to the lounge. Her arms were strapped tightly behind her back at the elbows and a tray had been attached around her neck and waist so as to sit perfectly horizontal, just under her tits. A very tight-fitting red bodice had been fitted to emphasize her wasp like waist and hips. A variety of drinks were stacked on the tray and she was about to perform the somewhat delicate operation of offering refreshments to the guests without spilling anything. It also meant she would have to stand perfectly still whenever anyone chose to fondle her. The penalty for spilling the drinks was severe - as attested to by the bruising on the backs of her legs and buttocks. Clearly, carrying drinks was something she had been practicing!

"Excuse me" holes enquired of one of the other naked women, "you couldn't tell me where the Pinot Gris might be hiding?"

"Let me get if for you" she replied, walking on ridiculously high heeled shoes towards the wine cooler. "New Zealand or Australian?"

"Master prefers Kiwi" she replied, and then laughing, "That's why he chose me. I'm from Auckland."

"Oh" replied the other girl in her Los Angeles accent, "can't say I've ever been there. Anyway, call me pet. It's on my collar, along with my bar code. My owner is thinking of having it tattooed on my ass or just above my cunt so everyone knows I'm owned."

"Oh, I'm holes" she replied. 

"Yes, I saw the way you introduced yourself when you came in. Nicely done. I won't ask you to be so formal with me though" she laughed. "We"ll see what the rest of the night brings."

As pet bent down and reached into the wine cooler, holes noticed the brass padlock hanging between her legs, suspended by four heavy gold rings. It stretched and pulled her labia into well into view and held her vagina open. The swaying motion must have kept her constantly aware of her cunt as she moved. 'I must ask Master to have me pierced there too' she thought.

Armed with two glasses of crisp, chilled Pinot Gris, holes moved between the guests to a position slightly in front of and to the side of her Master. Squatting down with arms outstretched, she offered Him the choice of the two glasses. 

Master took one from her right hand, then, reaching down to her empty hand, helped her to her back up and kissed her lightly on the lips. 

"This is the Dean and his wife Lady Sarah. Seeing as you've got one of your hands full I won't ask you to introduce yourself in the customary manner."

"How do you do Sir and Lady Sarah" she curtsied. "How may I serve you?"

"Well, funny you should ask" the Dean replied. "The purpose of this evening is to raise money for charity and your Master has kindly offered you up as one of tonight's prizes." 

"Thank you Sir" replied holes, looking at her Master for more information and some re-assurance.

"Yes, holes. There will be a number of raffles throughout the evening and the highest bidder over my reserve price gets to do with you as he or she pleases in front of all the other guests."

"If the reserve price isn't met, then everyone who made a bid will get to do as they please with you so as to make up the target funds. You will not have a safe word; I shall control that. Any questions holes?"

"Thank you Master" she replied taking a larger than usual sip of wine. "When do the proceedings begin?"

"In around half an hour" interjected Lady Sarah, "but you won't be on until later. We're going to start with one of the other girls first and if James is the winning bidder, it could take some time" she laughed. "He's quite a stud, or so he tells us."

"I want you to make sure you drink plenty of liquid between now and midnight, holes" Master continued. "You never know what the guests might like for their amusement and I want you to be prepared for any requests."

"Now pop down to the car and bring up my bag from the trunk. Here are the keys."

"Would Master like me to take the lift dressed as I am?" holes enquired.

"Yes. If you bump into anyone in the lift, tell them you're here as part of the entertainment. If it's another guest, don't forget to introduce yourself properly" Master replied.

"Thank you Master" she replied before downing the rest of her glass.

The naked wine waitress with the bruising was conveniently close as holes delicately placed her glass on the tray. 'She's quite good at balancing that' she thought as she turned towards the internal elevator. 'Hope it's not freezing in the car park and Lord, I hope I don't bump into anyone I know.'

As the lift doors opened and holes stepped inside, she was followed by one of the guests she had met earlier, a small-framed man with a European accent - the Doctor.

"Hi. I'm just popping down to retrieve some of my surgical equipment" he advised. I've offered my professional services to pierce any part of anyone's anatomy as a prize tonight. Will your Master be bidding on you this evening too?"

"I hope so" replied holes "and I hope he places the winning bid. At least I know roughly what to expect."

"Well good luck. Perhaps he'd like to have you pierced too" he smiled, lifting and squeezing one of her boobs. "Your nipples would accommodate quite large rings and would look good linked to your labia. You really should be pierced there too."

holes ignored the remark and turned towards the open lift door, stepping briskly into the cold night air and the relative safety of Master's car. She couldn't help noticing that the cold really made her nipples stand out. The Doctor might well be right she mused to herself, touching them as she walked through several lines of cars. She knew she was really wet too. Master would like that. 

The bag had been placed in the trunk of the car and had slid toward the rear seat as they had driven in and parked. She had to reach well inside to retrieve it and her ass would have been completely exposed to any passersby. Luckily there were none, although she did hear the Doctor slamming the boot of his own car as he picked up his implements across the lot.

'I might just stay here until he's gone' she thought. 'If I'm going to be groped, I want it to be for Master's pleasure.'

Retrieving the bag and closing the trunk, holes walked briskly back to the lift, pressing the call button several times in her nudity to hasten its arrival. It seemed an eternity until it finally did arrive to whisk her back up to the warmth and noise of the evening above.

As she re-entered the lounge, holes noticed that proceedings seemed to have started ahead of schedule. pet was standing naked on the coffee table, her legs well spread, cupping her ample boobs and pulling her nipples for the bidders. It was actually getting very noisy and it wasn't long before the bidding climbed to well over the $4000 mark. Seemingly stuck on $4700, her Master instructed pet to get down on all fours with her back well arched for better viewing and access. Her tits hung straight down and you could tell she was very wet even though her padlock had been removed. Several of the bidders walked up behind her, inserted one or two fingers into her hole or squeezed her tits approvingly before confirming their bids. At $4900, Lady Sarah suddenly put in a bid at $5000. The applause was spontaneous and whether from politeness or a desire to see what other offerings the night might bring, the stakes were raised no further.

"Right" said Lady Sarah, "before we enter into any more bidding, I want you all to charge your glasses and enjoy my prize."

"pet, get down on all fours. Make sure your ass is well up, your back arched and your mouth open. I want the men here to take turns filling you up. When I think you're sufficiently full, I'll tell you what to do next."

Her response was unhesitating and completely drowned out by the clapping and cheering and hoots of encouragement from the assembled guests. Some of the women moved their chairs closer to pet so they could see her pretty pink cunt and ass being filled for their entertainment. 

Several of the men opened their flies and began stroking their members in anticipation.

In the meantime, holes had quietly deposited the black canvas tool bag in a corner of the lounge. As she bent down, she felt a familiar finger being pushed into her anus. She remained perfectly still, bent over the bag, oblivious to the noise of the party, only moving slightly to provide better access for the intrusion. When it could go in no further, Master told her stand up. Together they walked closer to the coffee table for a better view of pet. It was nice standing there with Master like this, naked, her arm around his waist, his finger deep inside her, completely owned. 

One of the earlier, unsuccessful bidders in a dark grey suit moved closer to the table and unzipped his flies to reveal a very large, thick cock. Bending down ever so slightly, he reached forward and spread pet's ass cheeks, admiring the view of her open cunt before sliding his cock all the way in. Once again, the applause was spontaneous as he thrust in and out for several minutes, hamming it up for the crowd. pet's breathing was labored as she thrust back to meet him, his balls slapping against her cunt, her udders swinging back and forth above the table. 

pet loved the attention. She loved the applause, she loved the sensation of having a large cock in her and she loved the freedom to be a complete slut. The one freedom she lacked was the freedom to cum whenever she liked - and she loved that too. 

Suddenly, his thrusting ceased completely as he held her firmly against his crutch, filling her with his cum. 

pet could feel his cock pulsing and squirting into her cervix. She remained motionless, her ass held high as instructed, a cum receptacle for the guests.

As soon as he withdrew from her, he casually walked up to his own fucktoy; grabbed her by the hair and pushed her head down towards his very wet cock. She knew exactly what to do and very publicly licked and swallowed every trace of cum and pet's wetness from his penis. 

"Who's next?" enquired Lady Sarah, laughing. "There must be a lot more takers, surely."

This time it was the Doctor who strode forward, dropping his trousers to reveal a short, thick, and very erect penis. 

It was hard not to laugh at his choice of underwear though - striped; knee length and clearly passed their best.

pet remained motionless and completely submissive as he slid his cock into her wet hole, quickly adding his load to that of his predecessor's. This time, he simply wiped his cock on pet's arse as he withdrew to tepid applause, smiling sheepishly and tucking himself back into his boxers.

Before anyone else could take the Doctor's place, Lady Sarah stepped forward and roughly pulled pet's ass cheeks wide apart. She made absolutely certain that all the guests could see her open cunt.

"I think she can take at least one or two more before we need to use her ass gentlemen. We need someone who can really fill her up. What about you James? You're always bragging."

To a chorus of 'James! James! James!' he carefully stepped out of his trousers, folding them neatly over the back of a chair. Next came his shirt, shoes, socks and finally his underwear. pet couldn't help glancing back across her shoulder to see what it was that made James such a figure of admiration. His cock was enormous, though not yet erect.

He walked slowly around pet, admiring her perfectly formed ass, her cunt, her slightly muscular thighs and heavy tits.

Stopping at her head, he lifted her chin and carefully laid his penis on her protruding tongue.

"Lick and suck" he commanded. "Make sure it's really hard."

pet started on the underside of his cock, flicking her tongue in an upward motion just under the tip.

As she felt his cock harden, she took more of it into her mouth and began sucking it hard up and down its length, lightly caressing and squeezing his balls with one hand. 

Several of the women walked forward to get a closer view. One of them even commented admiringly on how much of his cock she could take in her mouth without gagging. 

"I wish I could do that as easily" she added. "I like hanging my head over the bed while Master slides his cock in and out of my mouth. He likes to watch my throat rise and fall as he forces it all the way in before withdrawing. If I gag I'm not allowed to cum for days so I try really hard to relax and get it right."

James was clearly enjoying the sensation now and his long, upwardly curving cock was completely stiff.

Withdrawing from pet's mouth, he walked around to where Lady Sarah still stood, holding pet's ass cheeks apart for everyone's viewing pleasure.

"I think you should slip it in to her now James. Go from hole to hole if you wish." 

James needed no further encouragement. Looking up at his own fuck toy, he slid the tip of his penis between pet's slippery lips; withdrawing, and then sliding more and more of it into her until his crotch was jammed up hard against her. Not once did he take his eyes of his personal slut as he fucked pet hard and fast.

Sensing he was close to cumming, James inserted his middle finger deep into pet's ass, enjoying the feeling of his cock slide in and out of her. 

Exactly as his predecessors had done, James held pet's hips firm and tight as he emptied himself into her, squirting and squirting for what seemed an eternity.

pet could feel every pulse; every ejaculation into her belly. Finally his faltering erection told her he was completely spent and she could stop squeezing him with her cunt.

As he pulled his cock from her, cum started running down her legs, forcing pet to hold her ass cheeks together so as not to spill any more before Lady Sarah had inspected her. She knew she would be punished in front of the guests if she displeased in any way.

James smiled broadly as he moved through the audience towards his own sub who was seated between two other guests, mouth open and ready to lick her Master clean. 

"OK pet. I want you to stand up with your hands on your head and do a complete lap of the room. I want you to show yourself to all our guests. I want to see cum running down your legs. Use your fingers to wipe and lick anything that reaches your knees but you're not to swallow any. Hold it in your mouth and show our guests what a cum slut you are."

"Yes Ma'am," responded pet. "Shall I proceed now?"

"Off you go. If I see one drop of cum on the carpet I shall have your tits tied and beaten."

By now, all inhibitions had vanished and most of the men had freed their cocks from their trousers. Whilst they carried on with their drinks and their conversations, their women fondled or sucked them intermittently, making sure their Masters were erect for whatever else the night might bring.

During a lull in the conversation, one of the male guests casually informed his slut that he needed to pee. Quickly excusing herself from the group, she retrieved a large wine goblet from the kitchen.

Holding it with one hand directly below her Master's cock, she directed his hot stream into the glass with her other hand, too focused to notice that the conversation had not stopped for a moment. As soon as she was sure he'd finished, she inserted his penis into her mouth, licking it dry and enjoying the taste and the chance to show how well she'd been trained.

"Don't waste it will you" he instructed as she left for the bathroom, everyone knowing full well what was meant. 

'No Sir. Thank you Master" she replied.

Closer to the scene of pet's earlier performance, holes and Master were enjoying the company, the chat and easy familiarity of the guests. Discussion ranged across obedience training, punishments, rules and behaviours, holidays, family and cars, embarrassing moments; all the usual stuff for such a gathering. It was amazing just how similar most people were. Almost everyone came from a professional background, was well educated and deeply committed - if liberal - in their relationships. All of the women understood their roles perfectly and intermingled easily and affably with each other, not minding in the slightest if one of their Masters touched another woman's breasts or private parts. It all seemed so open and natural and would make for intimate conversations and laughter later.

It was at this point in the discussion that pet moved to the centre of the group, hands clasped behind her neck, mouth wide open to reveal the translucent puddle she would later swallow. It also brought the conversation directly back to the purpose of the evening - fundraising.

'Go and grab another couple of drinks please holes" commanded Master. "I want to get you up on the stage before everyone else spends their spare cash on other merchandise. Let's see if you can beat pet' he added. "No pun intended – although you may be required to do that later." 




The Fundraiser



BACKGROUND TO THE FUNDRAISER

Lynne had taken on a big responsibility and she knew it. She volunteered to be in charge of a fundraiser at The New York hospital, a fundraiser that would require a large sum of money to be raised. The goal of the fundraiser was to raise enough money to start a new research department dedicated to studying and curing rare juvenile diseases. Hospital bean counters projected that the fully functional research facility would handsomely augment the hospital's bottom line.

Lynne earned a master's degree in accounting and had risen to a director of finance for The New York Hospital. Lynne left the hospital's employ to raise her three children on a full-time basis. With her kids in school full time Lynne had a passion to get back into the workforce, she wanted to get back to the life she happily put on hold. Lynne felt that if she hit a home run with the fundraiser it would give her the clout and exposure to land another job in the hospital's finance department. 

Lynne, after doing some loosely based analysis, thought she could raise at least $100,000 at the function. With this analysis in hand she communicated her intentions to the board of trustees; thus committing to such dollars. The board, along with the hospital's finance team agreed that such a sum would be a great start; they also emphasized to Lynne that the project could not start without such monies.

Lynne found the perfect banquet hall to hold the event, it comfortably seated 300 patrons and the hall's large stage was the perfect place for Lynne's presentation. Lynne negotiated an amazing rate of $100.00 per person which included an open bar and she planned on charging the guests $300.00 per plate which would allow for a profit of $200.00 per plate (a total of $60,000). Lynne received valuable gift donations from local businesses and was planning on using such gifts to raise another $40,000 in a silent auction. 

Lynne enlisted five of her friends, Kim, Christine, Shelly, Pam and Rita, to assist her in this effort. Kim, Lynne's best friend and college sorority sister would act as second in charge and was specifically tasked to carefully watch the bidding on the silent auction. The other ladies would work the room ensuring the guests were being taken care of.

The fundraiser is a five hour event with the following itinerary; cocktails from 7 – 8, dinner from 8:00 - 9:30, the presentation from 9:30 - 10:30 and finally dancing and drinking from 10:30 – 12:00. 

BEFORE THE PRESENTATION

Lynne arrived at the banquet hall a couple hours before the event started. Lynne is 45 years of age and is an incredibly striking woman. She has big brown eyes but the contact lenses she wears morph them into a purple-ish blue and they are accented with very long eyelashes. Her very sensuous mouth and very full lips are accented by her deep purple lipstick and the rest of her face is made irresistible with her deep dark mysterious makeup. Lynne's over the top whore look from the neck up is complemented with hair piled high akin to an 80's hair band groupie. 

Lynne stands 5"2' tall and weighs approximately 130 pounds. Lynne is wearing a very conservative suit which includes a black jacket and a black skirt. Her conservative black suit jacket is buttoned and she is wearing a silky white blouse that is buttoned all the way up and is surrounded, at the top, with a red silk scarf. The outfit does an amazing job complimenting her curvy and voluptuous 36-29-35 figure. Her silky white blouse and jacket do a fair job concealing her amazing 36D breasts and her knee length skirt fits perfectly over her curvy hips and tight ass. Lynne completes the look with very conservative, but sexy, three inch spiked pumps. Lynne did not feel the need to wear stockings on her tanned and toned legs.

Kim arrived at the banquet hall 15 minutes after Lynne. Kim is a very beautiful woman that prefers a very girl next door natural look from the neck up. Kim has straight shoulder length blond hair and wears very little makeup to compliment her look. Kim has brown eyes which are skillfully enhanced by her very sexy Sarah Palin style glasses. Kim is 45 years old and stands about 5 foot 4 inches tall, she weighs approximately 145 pounds and her measurements are 38-29-39. 

Kim followed Lynne's directive and wore a similar style black suit, although she chose to wear it in a slightly different way. Kim buttoned her jacket for that professional look but her white silk blouse has only two buttons affixed above the waist. Her small lacey silver bra was having a hard time harnessing her large natural 38DD breasts that seem to be spilling out of her shirt. Kim is wearing a knee length black skirt that is much too small for her curvy hips and bubble ass. She is also wearing three inch spiked heels and is not wearing stockings to show off her tanned and very sexy not so toned tanned legs. 

When you take stock of both Lynne and Kim you can't help but think that God put their heads on the wrong bodies. Okay, let me explain. Above the neck Lynne's has a very sexy and wild look as I described earlier. Lynne always has this look in public whether she is going to a formal function, family party or to the corner store to buy milk. Her face and hair are always done to look sexy, hot and mysterious.

Kim as described earlier is very girl next door, preferring very little makeup and usually wearing her hair very straight. Kim feels that all that makeup and hair styling is just a waste of time, she is always telling people, "I just don't have the patience for over the top primping." 

Okay this is where the fun starts. Kim, below the neck, is certainly no girl next door. Kim prefers very short skirts over mid length or long skirts. Kim prefers very short shorts over what Kim would call "old lady shorts." Kim enjoys displaying her massive cleavage with very low cut tops and also enjoys leaving many buttons open when wearing button down blouses. Kim will always wear a string bikini to the beach, the town pool or a backyard pool party. Kim is not granny panty kind of girl and enjoys wearing thongs and g-strings.

Lynne, if you can believe it, dresses very conservatively. She prefers to wear clothes that do not show off her amazing body or reveal her very ample cleavage. She prefers to wear pants instead of skirts and, when skirts are needed, she ensures they are always knee length. Lynne, for lack of a better phrase, is a hooter hider, and will never wear anything to highlight or draw attention to her amazing rack. 

Lynne never wears a two piece bathing suit always preferring those of the one piece variety. Also, their attitude and overall demeanor is completely divergent. Kim is brash, loud, and can be incredibly vulgar. She enjoys drinking beer and is always in the mood to knock down some shots. Lynne, on the other hand is proper, demur and doesn't speak loudly; she also finds cursing very vulgar

Lynne said to Kim, "where is your scarf? I asked you to be buttoned up and have a classic professional business look today." 

Kim gave her a crazy look and replied, "I am not going to wear one of those frumpy scarves, they look ridiculously lame. It's bad enough I'm wearing this old lady skirt!" 

Kim then looked at Lynne and said sarcastically, "Although the scarf looks great on you." 

Lynne then stared at Kim's cleavage and said, "Would you please button up that shirt," Lynne then walked over to Kim and buttoned her shirt all the way up leaving the top button open. 

Kim looked down at her buttoned up shirt with disgust and said, "Wow, don't I look sexy." 

Lynne said "we are not going for sexy, we are going for a professional look that will show our seriousness to this event." 

Kim put her hands on her tits and said, "You can never go wrong with sexy!" While staring at Lynne with a devilish and sexy grin Kim opened the second button from the top of her blouse and said to Lynne, "can we compromise on this look." 

Lynne shook her head and said, "Ok."

Lynne said to Kim, "Please pay close attention to the bids for the silent auction." It was clear to Kim that Lynne was beginning to feel pressure and getting very nervous about the event. 

Kim said, "During the cocktail hour I will work with the other ladies to ensure the bids are coming in. We have to keep these people drinking, happy and fucking excited." 

Lynne was half listening to Kim but all of a sudden lifted her head and said to Kim, "Excited! What do you mean?" 

Kim said, "No not excited, fucking excited! The more excited they are, the more they will be into the event and the more fucking cash they will pull out of their pockets. Lynne, the presentation has to be really good and it may not be a bad idea to," she cut herself off and thought to herself what the fuck, "Show some skin." 

Lynne said, "are you out of your mind, I don't need this right now." 

Kim said, "I'm sorry Lynne but like I said you can never go wrong with sexy."

The other ladies arrived and Lynne told the group that she wanted to have a quick meeting. They all gathered and Lynne, looking very sheepish and overwhelmed said, "Remember this is a professional event, we need to be on top of our game and show decency and respect." 

Kim then said, "Showing some serious cleavage certainly wouldn't hurt," and she leaned forward and shook her tits. 

Lynne looked at Kim and said, "Would you please be serious," giving her an angered look. 

Kim said, "I have never been more serious in my entire life. We need to give these people something to look at. These outfits are just so fucking prudish. I really believe we should have worn sexy gowns like the old time strippers. You know the gowns that are open in the back down to the crack of your ass and have a slit up the front to the bottom of your cunt." 

Lynne said to Kim, "You are so disgusting and we don't have any time for this," as her nerves were hitting the breaking point. Lynne continued, "Just please keep me abreast of where we are on the bids and keep the guests happy." 

Kim said, "Yea, a breast or two wouldn't be a bad idea." Lynne looked at her harshly and with continued anger. Kim continued, "Ok, I'm sorry Lynne." Kim then looked at the four other ladies and said, "Keep those guests drinking so they will loosen up and we can hit them up for some cash." Kim then looked at Lynne and said, "Are you ok with that." 

Lynne said, "Yes, you are right," in a conceding tone.

The cocktail hour seemed to be going well and dinner was about to be served to the guests. Lynne was in the kitchen speaking with the servers and Kim convened her co-workers for a debriefing. 

Kim said to the ladies, "how do you think we are doing?" 

The women looked at each other and Shelly said, "The numbers for the silent auction are not looking good," Kim looked at Shelly very seriously. Shelly continued, "I can't imagine the auction dollars will meet Lynne's expectations," Shelly said with a concerned tone. 

Kim looked very serious and stood quietly for ten or so seconds and finally said, "Ladies put wine on the tables so the guests can drink without having to leave their seats. Ladies act as waitresses and take drink orders and quickly bring them back to the table. And ladies, try and be...well...don't tell Lynne I said this, sexy and flirty."

Nine thirty was fast approaching and Lynne had spent the last half hour backstage going over her notes for the presentation. Kim tabulated the numbers for the silent auction and realized that the fundraiser was in trouble. Lynne had budgeted 40K in bids from the silent auction and the numbers were, at best, 20K. 

The presentation was to begin in approximately five minutes and Kim came to the conclusion that telling Lynne about the dismal numbers for the silent auction this late in the game was probably a mistake. Kim knew the presentation was the last hope and such bad news would certainly not help improve the situation. 

Lynne was deep in concentration when Kim walked up to her and said, "Is there any way you can make the presentation more exciting." 

Lynne said "More exciting! Are you back to that shit again?" 

Kim said, "Yea more exciting." 

Lynne said, "I really don't know what you mean and, you know, I really don't need this right now." 

Kim said, "You are right, good luck and do your best."

THE PRESENTATION – BEFORE KIM

The house lights dimmed the curtain opened and a spotlight appeared at stage right. Lynne walked out and approached the lectern that was in the center of the stage. Lynne looked so sexy and striking as she strutted to the center of the stage with the spotlight following her every move. Her strut was slow and deliberate and her skirt hugged her ample ass and curvy hips. 

The guests rose from their seats and began clapping, cordially giving her a nice welcome. She reached the lectern, put her notes down and looked up at the audience. The reception began to slowly fade and the guests began to sit down. As the room got somewhat quiet anticipating Lynne's words there were faint gratuitous whistles and some condescending remarks such as "Take it off" and "nice ass." 

Lynne didn't seem to react to the remarks probably because of her intense concentration level to the moment. Kim did notice the comments from the audience and began to realize that the alcohol was taking effect; she also knew that she had to keep a close eye on the guests to ensure Lynne was holding their attention. Kim also knew she had about a half hour before her cue to assist Lynne with the presentation. 

Lynne began her presentation saying, "First and foremost I would like to welcome and thank you all for coming and contributing to this very special project," saying these words with extreme confidence. "I would like to give you the background to this project and how your participation will help benefit the children and families of this community and make this research facility a reality." Lynne continued to drone on in a monotone, boring and non-spontaneous fashion. 

After 15 minutes of background and other important information being communicated from this hot woman the message was getting lost. Kim was watching the audience and could clearly see that Lynne was completely losing them. 

Kim walked by the guest's tables to get a better feel for the presentation and heard, among other things, two men saying to each other, "hell, I never thought such a hot woman could be so damn boring, let's get out of here after dinner." 

Kim also heard a woman saying, "Wow I could have done so much better, this chick is just so pathetically boring." 

Kim made her way to her colleagues to understand what they were hearing from the crowd. The ladies were hearing the same type of stuff all around the room. Shelly relayed to Kim that she heard a man say to his wife, "if this chick would just shut up and take it off I would give an additional five grand." 

On the stage Lynne said, "I would like to show you a 15 minute video narrated by the doctors and nurses of this fine facility." Lynne began to walk to the wings of the stage feeling very confident about the job she was doing truly believing her message was being received well.

Kim made her way back stage and approached Lynne and in an abrupt and stern fashion said, "We have a fucking problem! First off the numbers for the silent auction are very low and at this rate we don't have a fucking chance of meeting your budget." 

Kim continued in a desperate tone, "according to the ladies and from what I've heard the guests are getting very bored, we are losing these people with your boring presentation." Kim then said passionately "Lynne you have to do something!" 

Lynne looked sick to her stomach and said, "I thought I was doing great, you aren't messing with me are you?"

Kim said in a caring tone, "Lynne I'm just telling you the truth, I know what this means to you." 

Lynne said in a desperate and childish tone, "Kim, what am I going to do."

Kim took a few seconds and then said in a serious tone said, "Lynne you heard the crowd when you walked out, a few men whistled at you and...well." Kim trying to get the words out continued, "you need to get them more involved, you need to appeal to their...oh fuck you need to be more SEXY! I told you this before you started. Loosen up and take off your jacket, maybe pop a few buttons on you blouse."

Lynne looked mortified and said, "How will that help?" 

Kim responded, "Seeing some of your fucking cleavage might just keep them in the game." 

Lynne said, "Is that your answer to everything, I will not go down to your level." 

Kim looked at Lynne and said "my level...my level may just give you a fighting chance. If you continue at your level you might as well just admit defeat you sexy bitch." Kim was completely frustrated and just turned away from Lynne. 

Lynne had tears in her eyes and said abruptly to Kim, "listen, I need help...I just can't do what you are asking." 

Kim said, "Of course you can just look in the fucking mirror, look at your body...you are so damn hot and the guys out there know this." 

Lynne looked squarely at Kim and said, "Don't forget your cue." The movie ended and Lynne walked back on the stage, she was dazed and confused and very scared but she droned on not listening to Kim's advice.

Kim looked at Lynne and thought to herself she looks amazing, .a little sex appeal could go a long way. 

Just then Christine came running backstage to Kim and said, "This is not working, there is a table in the back that is getting ready to leave," Christine was frantic. "We are losing them, Kim you have to do something," 

Kim stared at Christine, looked at her up and down and said "lose the jacket." Christine looked confused but followed Kim's orders removing her jacket. Kim then walked over to Christine and removed the clip holding up her hair. Christine's long and wavy hair fell and Kim fluffed it up making it look even sexier.

Kim then began unbuttoning Christine's blouse; Kim continued to unbutton the blouse until only two buttons remained affixed above her skirt. Christine looked down at her blouse and then looked in the mirror to see her black bra exposed and her ample 34B breasts and cleavage bursting out. 

Christine said, "Why did you do this." 

Kim said, "We need to keep the guests here, we need to appeal to their horny side." Kim then said in a hurried tone knowing her cue to enter the presentation was only minutes away. Kim said to Christine, "Now get out there and mingle, be flirty and ensure to lean over the tables when you serve drinks. Have a few shots and when the music starts get into it." 

Christine said, "What music?" Kim said, "Just wait for it, throw away the fucking script for the presentation, we are going to improvise." 

Christine took a few steps heading back to the audience when Kim saw something and said, "Christine stop," in a loud and firm tone. Kim walked up to Christine and dropped to her knees with her face eye level to her pussy. Kim looked at the zipper that was at the bottom of Christine's knee length skirt, a zipper that would change Christine's skirt from conservative to very sexy. 

Kim then grabbed the zipper and moved it up to the middle of Christine's long and tan left leg. She moved her head back to study her work and then continued to move the zipper higher. Christine's skirt now had a slit that ended at the top of her left thigh. Kim then stood up and adjusted her own skirt that severely hiked up from being on her knees. 

Christine looked in the mirror and said, "I can't go out there like this." 

Kim said frantically and directly, "why not." 

Christine said, "this is not the look that Lynne wants us to have and...well...everything is hanging out on me." 

Kim said, "Just be happy I'm not telling you to take off your shirt and walk around in your black bra. Also, tell the other ladies to do the same thing with their outfits and if they have a skirt like yours hike it up to their cunts!" Kim continued, "Drink your shot and get out there. Oh, and bring some alcohol to the other ladies also." Christine looked at Kim with a dazed look and Kim said in a final tone, "Drastic times call for drastic measures...now go!" 




The Fundraiser



Kim realized she only had about a minute until her cue. Kim frantically went over to the DJ and whispered a few things to him. The DJ smiled from ear to ear and gave Kim emphatic thumbs up. Kim turned around and made her way to the wings of stage right. 

Kim never had a problem showing off her legs in short skirts and short shorts; Kim never had a problem showing her massive cleavage in low cut blouses; Kim never had a problem showing her tan and curvy and slightly overweight body in a two piece string bikini. 

With all this going through her head and with her cue only seconds away Kim realized that she was about to do something that she only fantasized about but never had the courage to go through with. Kim poured a shot and knocked it down very quickly. Kim heard her cue from Lynne and thought to herself, Lynne let the presentation begin.

THE PRESENTATION – WITH KIM

Kim walked up to the stage with her legs a little shaky and a feeling a little queasy in her stomach. She spotted the microphone the DJ, per her instructions, had put on the very front edge of the stage. Kim was supposed to walk to the lectern where Lynne was waiting and continue the presentation as they had rehearsed many times over. 

Very spontaneously, Kim walked the full length of the stage and stopped at extreme stage left. She stopped and looked at the audience and began thinking quickly of how she was going to do this. After a few seconds she pouted her lips slightly, threw her head back and began making her way to the microphone the DJ had set up. Lynne was standing behind the lectern with a confused and befuddled look on her pretty face.

Kim looked up at the audience and said, "Ya know, I think it's time to just forget the script," she then tossed the notes she was holding up in the air. Kim continued, "Lynne explained to all of you why we are here so I think you know the seriousness of this fundraiser. The bottom line is that we need money to accomplish our ultimate goal. Yes we have raised a large sum of money with this dinner and we thank you all so very much," the crowd cheered. 

Kim continued, "But let's be realistic, we need more. With that said, I want you to know that I will do anything to make this work and ensure the success of this event. So let me get a little more comfortable over here before I continue." 

With a shy and yet evil look in her eyes Kim began to slowly move her hands to the top button of her jacket. Kim, slowly swaying to the subtle music in the background, began to unbutton the two buttons that were holding her jacket closed. Kim opened her jacket and slowly began lowering it off her shoulders letting it rest in the middle of both her arms. 

People that were at the coat check with intentions of leaving began to notice Kim on the stage and suddenly gained great interest and intrigue. Men at their tables began feeling a surge of blood through their cock's as Kim looked and sounded so very sexy. Women in the audience began to feel their pussy's getting very hot and wet. 

Kim completely took her jacket off and held it in one hand over her shoulder. She turned to stage left and began to walk very sexy and slowly, her curvy profile intentionally emphasizing her amazing 38DD tits and her large round bubble ass. 

Kim stopped at the curtain and turned 180 degrees right revealing her opposite profile and threw the jacket behind her. The crowd didn't know what to make of this and they remained very silent. Kim made her way back to the microphone and said, "I guess you are all wondering why I took off my jacket. Well for those of you that know me, well...you know this is just not my look. For those that don't know me, you will soon find out what I'm talking about." 

Kim continued, "Take this blouse for instance; I would never wear something like this. Well, maybe I would wear it but I certainly wouldn't wear it like this." Kim then moved her hands up to the top of her chest and gently began rubbing her hands over her large tits; she closed her eyes and let her long wet tongue stroke her full lips. Kim then began to unbutton her shirt until only one button was left closed, that button was right above her waist. 

Kim's silver bra was completely visible and her massive cleavage was just busting out of her bra. The crowd began to scream and whistle and the music began to play louder while Kim was slithering in place in the center of the stage. Kim continued, "I think it's just time to come out and ask you wonderful horny people for more money." 

While Kim was speaking she was slowly pulling her blouse out of her skirt and moving more seductively to the music. Kim fully pulled the blouse out of her skirt and unbuttoned the last button. Kim delicately reached both hands to the bottom her blouse and began pulling it down tightly over her large tits. The crowd went nuts yelling "take it off, show your tits," and no one was leaving the building. 

Kim was still a little nervous and her pussy was hot and dripping wet. Kim turned completely around with her big ass to the audience and slowly began to hike up her skirt. Simultaneously she looked over her shoulder, closed her eyes and began licking her shoulder for the audience.

Just as her skirt was up enough to show her ass cheeks Kim pulled it back down and said, "oh no, no, no, that will cost you." Kim began walking like a hot stripper towards the lectern, shaking and strutting to the hot music. Kim reached the lectern and put her arms around Lynne. Kim put her mouth to Lynne's ear and seductively whispered, "Just do what I tell you when I tell you." 

Lynne stared blankly at the audience and was completely speechless. She had a ringside seat to what Kim was doing and really did not approve. Kim, speaking in the microphone at the lectern said, "Mr. DJ, please bring me a bottle of Southern Comfort and two shot glasses." 

The DJ brought the bottle and glasses and poured two shots, Kim said to Lynne, "drink one of these now." 

Lynne said "why." 

Kim said, "You are going to need this if we are going to pull this off." Kim then downed her shot and looked at Lynne with conviction. Lynne, with a very scared and befuddled look in her face, drank the shot.

Kim said to the audience, "so, do you want to see me in my bra and g-string," the crowd went ballistic. Kim continued, "well people we need some donations, if we get enough money maybe I will show you some more skin." Kim then raised her hands and the DJ began playing "The Stripper" by David Rose. 

Kim was dancing on the stage seductively but refused to remove any clothes, she even held her shirt tightly together so the crowd could not see her tits bouncing in her bra. The crowd was scrambling and money was being collected by the ladies in the audience. 

Christine quickly conferred with the other ladies and then came to the front of the stage and said to Kim, "We have about 8 grand." 

Kim said, "Well this is a good start. Alright Mr. DJ would you please play some seriously slutty dance music please." The DJ began playing "Pour Some Sugar on me" by Def Leppard and Kim began strutting from the lectern to the front of the stage pulling Lynne with her. 

Kim said to Lynne "start dancing with me." Lynne began to move very slowly, she was very stiff but oh so very sexy. Kim said confidently to the audience, "Let's give Lynne some encouragement." The crowd began to roar and scream. Kim said to Lynne, "Come on move like we are dancing in our dorm room all those years ago." 

The two were strutting and moving very smoothly when the DJ brought two more shots over and poured them into Kim and Lynne's mouths. Kim said to Lynne, "Take off my blouse." Lynne moved and slithered very slowly behind Kim, she was dancing smoothly but was still very nervous. 

Lynne placed her hands on Kim's open blouse and slowly lifted it off her shoulders sliding it down her arms and removing it completely. Kim was standing there with her amazing full cleavage busting out of her silver bra. Kim looked so sexy and the crowd was starting to howl very loudly. Kim slowly turned putting her back to the audience and began grinding her tits and her wet pussy into Lynne. 

Kim with her back to the audience said to Lynne, "Ok, slowly take off my skirt." Kim lifted her hands and slowly put them on Lynne's shoulders, slowly and purposefully directing Lynne down to her knees. On her knees in front of Kim with her eyes staring right into her pussy, Lynne reached her arms around and began to open the one button above the zipper on Kim's skirt. 

Lynne put her right hand on the zipper holding up Kim's skirt and slowly began to move it down her bubble ass. The zipper had to be forced down because Kim's ass was much too big for her skirt. After getting the zipper down the crowd began to see Kim's ass.

Kim's ass is amazing and it totally swallowed the g-string that was between her beautiful ass cheeks. Lynne then grabbed the sides of the skirt and began to forcefully lower it; Kim held the sides of the g-string to keep it from coming down with the skirt. 

Lynne finally pulled the skirt off and it was laying on top of Kim's three inch spiked heels. The crowd went nuts as Kim stood there in her skimpy silver g-string and matching silver bra. Kim stepped out of the skirt and kicked it to the side of the stage. 

Kim's ass was a little too big for her skimpy silver g-string but the look was just so sexy. Her stomach was certainly not flat but it was just right for a 45 year old mother of two that had absolutely no cosmetic surgery.

Kim made her way to the very edge of the stage and began accepting tips in her cleavage and g-string from the men and women in the crowd. The guests were rubbing Kim's legs and stomach after putting monies in her skimpy garments. Men and Women were asking Kim to show them her tits. Kim would not oblige but continued to tease them with her amazing body; she was dancing and wiggling with a grin and a smile that would tempt the devil himself.

Kim made her way back to Lynne and began dancing behind her. She motioned to the DJ for two more shots. The DJ brought them and fed them to the ladies. As Kim was dancing she began to unbutton Lynne's jacket. 

Lynne stiffened up and said to Kim, "what are you doing." 

Kim replied, "Just go with it, PLEASE!" Kim opened the last button on Lynne's jacket and began to slide if off her. Lynne gave Kim a little struggle but finally let the jacket be removed. The crowd began to yell loudly and the ladies who were working the room took their jackets off in deference to Lynne. 

Kim began twirling Lynne's coat above the two of them and through it into the wings behind her. The crowd continued going crazy yelling "take it off." 

Kim continued dancing behind Lynne and began pressing her tits and wet cunt into Lynne. Kim had her arms around Lynne and began to untie the scarf around her neck. Kim released the knot holding the scarf and moved her hands down to cup Lynne's bit tits. Kim then raised her hands back up to Kim's neck and slowly removed the scarf and dropped it to the floor. 

Kim, still behind Lynne, began to kiss her neck and at the same time started to slowly pull Lynne's blouse out of her skirt. Lynne begat to tense up and awkwardly pulled away from Kim stumbling slightly from the effects of the alcohol.

Kim looked at Lynne with her jacket and scarf off and her blouse hanging out of her skirt and thought to herself, "what a piece of ass." Kim then wiggled over to the microphone in that amazing silver bra, silver g-string and those oh so sexy three inch heels and said, "What do you think." 

The crowd was screaming "show your tits, show your pussy." 

Kim said, "C'mon guys and gals this is a family show." She then looked over to Lynne and slowly looked back at the crowd and said, "Don't you think Lynne should show a little more skin also." The crowd erupted with enthusiasm and Kim said, "Nothing is for free, I think we need some more donations." 

The ladies in the audience were running from table to table collection more money. Lynne walked over to Kim and said, "I can't do this." 

Kim replied, "Just get down to your bra and panties you prude, we will get some more tips and we will have enough fucking money." 

Kim signaled for the DJ to bring two more shots, he brought them and fed them to both Kim and Lynne. Lynne who never drinks hard liquor was buzzed bordering on moderately drunk. Her pussy was dripping and she was very horny. Kim said, "When the time comes just dance in place, I will take your clothes off." 

Christine approached the stage and said to Kim, "we got 5 grand." 

Kim said to the crowd, "well this should be enough for you to see what kind of bra Lynne has on." Kim slowly made her way behind Lynne and began to wiggle slowly to the music again pressing herself into the Lynne's backside. 

Lynne was trembling and quite dizzy from the alcohol but was wiggling to the music in rhythm with Kim. Kim started to hug Lynne and rested her head on her left shoulder. Kim raised her trembling hands to the top of Lynne's blouse and began to slowly unbutton it. Every time Kim popped a button open she kissed either Lynne's cheek or neck. 

Lynne's eyes were closed and her head was tilted back, her pussy was dripping wet and she was feeling very horny. Kim popped the last button and slowly began to pull the blouse off of Lynne's shoulders. Kim started to French kiss Lynne's left shoulder and Lynne began to feel herself melting. 

Kim stepped back and began pulling the blouse off Lynne fully revealing her silky black bra. Lynne was a vision in the silky black push up bra; her tits looked so voluptuous driving the crowd insane. Kim tossed the shirt behind her and moved slowly back behind Lynne. Kim began to rhythmically rub her hands over Lynne's silky bra and her incredibly flat stomach. Kim and Lynne began moving in sync, gyrating in perfect harmony to the sexy and sultry music.

Lynne was now moving very freely and her arms were at her side seductively rubbing her hips. Kim worked her hands upward to Lynne's tits caressing them outside of her black bra. Kim then began working her fingers on the inside of Lynne's bra rubbing very close to her nipples. 

While Kim was doing this she was wondering why Lynne was not stopping her, she couldn't understand why she was allowing her to do this. Kim with a devilish look in her eye moved Lynne's bra straps off her shoulders; she quickly moved them back up and mouthed to the crowd, "no." 

Kim walked to the microphone and said, "Is she not amazing looking," pointing to Lynne. Lynne, was dancing with her eyes closed to the music, she was feeling very sexy and totally into the moment. Kim said to the crowd, "Do you think Lynne is wearing a g-string?" 

The crowd was in a frenzy screaming and yelling. Kim said, "Guys and gals we need more money." Kim then turned her back to the audience and began bending from the waist with her legs locked straight and tight. Kim bent over at 90 degrees and began to slowly shake her ass to the crowd. As Kim wiggled her big ass her pussy lips were becoming visible to the crowd. Kim, noticing this was happening, stood back up and slowly turned around facing the audience. 

The ladies were collecting money and Kim said in the microphone, "oh boys." She then began to slowly bend forward 90 degree almost letting her tits fully spill out her skimpy silver bra. Kim picked herself up quickly knowing she thoroughly teased the crowd. She knew she needed one more big donation to hit the number Lynne committed to. 

Christine once again came running forward and said, "We have eight grand." Kim thought to herself, "we did it, all we have to do is get Lynne's skirt off and we are done."

Kim said, "Ok boys and girls you get what you pay for." Kim slowly made her way back behind Lynne and they slowly got back into a harmonious dancing rhythm. Kim gently turned Lynne around so her back was to the audience. Kim, while wiggling slowly, lowered herself into a catcher's position in front of Lynne with her head staring straight into her pelvic area. 

Kim extended her long tongue and began licking Lynne's toned belly; she then worked her tongue further down to her pussy. Kim began licking Lynne's skirt over her pussy while gently and passionately massaging her firm ass. 

Kim pulled her head away and began looking passionately at the crowd. While staring at the crowd, she began moving her hands to the top of Lynne's skirt and opened the button above the long zipper. Kim then began to slowly lower the zipper while still staring at the crowd. The zipper on Lynne's skirt came down much easier than the zipper on Kim's skirt as Lynne's was perfectly fit to her amazingly curvy ass. 

Kim completely lowered the zipper and brought her hands to the top of Lynne's skirt. Kim slowly started pulling the skirt down carefully ensuring Lynne's panties didn't come down also. Kim was again wondering why Lynne wasn't guarding her own panties from coming down. Kim looked up at Lynne as she was pulling her skirt down; Lynne looked down at Kim with a face that Kim hadn't seen in a very long time. 

Lynne had passion and lust all over her face and her slutty look was coming to life. Kim pulled the skirt all the way down and it hit the floor. Kim was shocked to see that Lynne had on a matching black g-string. Kim moved her hands to Lynne's calves and slowly worked them up to her firm ass cheeks, massaging them while Lynne was gyrating and moving so suggestively to the music. 

Kim, still in the catcher's position in front of Lynne, extended her long tongue and began to simulate licking her pussy. Since the only thing between Kim's tongue and Lynne's pussy was the thin material of the g-string, Kim did not actually touch her tongue to the lacey material. Kim looked up at Lynne and winked saying, "We did it, we have enough money, just turn around and let them see you in the g-string and we will get off the stage." 

Kim noticed that Lynne still had that look in her eye and she was not getting a response from her statement. Lynne, after staring into Kim's eyes for quite a long time, finally said, "Lick my cunt." 

Kim though to herself, "did she just say what I heard." 

Continuing to stare at Lynne she didn't know how to respond to this strange request. In a more forceful and dominating tone Lynne repeated her request, "Lick my cunt." 

Kim was completely beside herself and quickly responded, "Lynne, are you ok? 

Lynne grabbed Kim's head and moved it to the front of her pussy and said, "Lick me." Kim confused and scared extended her tongue and began licking the g-string in front of Lynne's cunt. 

Lynne then looked down at Kim and said, "Go under the g-string." Kim looked up at Lynne and knew there was something wrong.

Kim shaking her head would not lick Lynne's naked pussy. Lynne very frustrated moved away from Kim and walked to the edge of the stage; her body in her silky push up bra and skimpy g-string looked delectable. With her cleavage busting out of her silky bra Lynne was dancing very sensuously to the music shaking her tits wildly. 

Lynne put her hands on the lacey side strings of her g-string and began to pull them higher on her hips. She pulled the sides of her g-string so high that the silky material covering her pussy began to pull tighter and be sucked into her pussy. The material pulled so tight in her cunt that her beautiful pussy lips began to emerge from the side of the silky garment. It was a sight to behold.

Lynne was on her knees in front of the stage accepting tips in her bra and g-string. They were putting tips inside Lynne's bra and every now and then she would show someone a quick flash of one of her nipples. Those that were looking at her dripping pussy would get a quick shot of her slit when she would quickly tease the guests and move the material covering it. Lynne moved to the very edge of the stage and layed on her back allowing guests to rub her body, grab her ass and kiss her lips. 




The Fundraiser



Lynne stood up and began making her way back to the microphone. Kim met her there and said, "Ok Lynne we have enough money, end this." Lynne said to Kim, "you fucking prude, you made what you see in front of you, now we are going to make some serious money." Kim was a mess realizing the alcohol had unleashed Lynne's inner whore. Lynne requested two more shots from the DJ; the DJ brought them and Lynne downed hers quickly. Kim refused to drink hers and Lynne looked at her and said, "Drink this now you fucking tease!"

Lynne walked to the microphone and said to the crowd, "so, do you want some more," the crowd was going nuts and Kim looked very confused and very scared. Lynne said, "Mr. DJ, would you please bring a chair over here please." 

The DJ brought the chair and put it in front of the stage by the microphone. Lynne lightly put her hands on her bra straps and looked down at her tits with a devilish smile. She then picked her head up and looked at the crowd and said, "How would you like to see my big fucking tits." 

Lynne then moved her hands to her tits and began rubbing them. Keeping her left hand on her tit she then moved her right hand over her belly down to her cunt. Lynne began rubbing her pussy and started to move her middle finger inside her dripping wet pussy. Lynne then said, "How would you like to see this cunt." 

The crowd was uncontrollable at this point and Lynne continued, "I would love to give someone out there a sexy and orgasmic lap dance and during that lap dance I will get completely naked." Lynne continued to rub her pussy and said, "We need more donations people...also, we need someone from the crowd brave enough to withstand my big tits and big ass in their face." 

The girls were scurrying from table to table collecting money and Christine, in deference to Lynne, was down to her red bra, thong and two inch spiked heels. While this was going on Lynne was sitting in the lap dance chair rubbing her pussy with both hands, her pussy pulsating and dripping wet. Lynne then raised her left hand to her mouth and began to suck her middle finger simulating a blow job.

Christine came running to the front of the stage and said to Lynne, "We got six thousand and someone for the lap dance." Lynne got up from the chair her legs violently trembling and said to the crowd, "would the victim please come forward."

The man walked up to the stage and Lynne grabbed the man's hand and led him to the chair. The man, dressed in a tuxedo, sat down in the chair. Lynne bent from the waist and kissed the man passionately on the lips and said, "Mr. DJ, lap dance music please." 

Lynne began to dance wildly in front of the man. Lynne's tits were just overflowing out of her lacy black bra and her ass was luscious in her black g-string as she zeroed in on the man. With her face to the audience and her back to the gentlemen she very slowly sat on his lap. She tilted her head back and began licking his neck very passionately. 

She was grinding her amazing ass into his dick, feeling his dick hard and stiff Lynne knew she was getting her desired results. Lynne then turned herself around with her ass facing the audience straddling the man grinding her pussy into his hard dick. She had her big 36D tits in his face as she reached back to unsnap her bra

The bra opened exposing her bare back to the audience. Lynne then tilted her whole body forward and let her lacey black bra fall forward. She moved away from the man slightly and pulled the bra off and twirled it over her head and threw it. She then put her tits in the man's face. 

Lynne's huge tits uncontrolled by gravity were hanging in front of the man's face. Lynne took her left tit and began to lick it and suck it; she then offered it to the man. The man carefully took Lynne's tit and began to worship it, sucking and licking her average sized areola and perfect nipple. As the man was sucking Lynne put one hand on his dick and the other on her pussy, she inserted her middle finger inside her pussy and began to again finger herself. 

Lynne then began to slide down the man with her whole body until she got on her knees. She turned her head to the crowd and licked her lips passionately. She cupped her big melons with her hands and slowly turned around. She slowly began to release her tits and raise her hands over her head wiggling her tits. 

Lynne's tits were amazingly perky for a 45 year old mother of two. Gravity had started to move them south but mostly they were just perfect. She then grabbed her right tit lifted it and began to kiss and suck it while she deviously looked at the guests that were just going crazy. She then moved her hands back down to her cunt and fingered herself wildly. After rubbing her pussy for a few minutes she slowly brought her hands to her mouth and sensuously began licking her fingers with her long tongue.

Lynne then spread the man's legs apart and stood up on the chair with her big ass to the man face and her pussy to the audience. She turned her head back and looked at the man and said, "Pull my g-string down." Lynne was looking out at the audience, her vision and her balance shaky as a result of the alcohol. 

The man then began pulling Lynne's g-string off her hips, past her pussy and down to her feet. Lynne lifted one foot stepping out of the g-string and with the other foot kicked the g-string out to the audience. Men and women scrambled to grab the wet souvenir offered by Lynne. 

Lynne, while still standing on the chair, began to gyrate to the music fingering herself more and more wildly. Lynne then screamed to the DJ for an empty bottle of beer.

Kim could not move or speak; she could not believe what she was seeing. How was she going to stop this, how could she get Lynne to stop this, it was all so surreal to her. All she could do is blame herself, she knew it was all her fault.

Lynne lifted the long neck bottle to her face and began to run her tongue up and down the long neck. She slowly worked her mouth around it and began to emulate a blow job; deep throating the bottle to the delight of the crowd. She then lowered the bottle to her tits and began to surround the bottle with her large melons. 

She then continued the bottle south past her beautiful belly until it arrived at her throbbing pussy. She slowly inserted the bottle into her pussy and began to fuck herself to the pulsating rhythm of the music. Her facial expressions were pure ecstasy and her moaning was uncontrollable as she continued to thrust the bottle in and out of her pussy. Kim's feet remained cemented to the floor as she watched in total disbelief.

Lynne stopped thrusting the makeshift dick in and out of her cunt. She pulled it out and moved the bottle up to her mouth. She began to deep throat and blow it uncontrollably almost like she was the only person in the room. Lynne then handed the bottle to the man and while still standing on the chair asked the DJ for the microphone. Lynne took the microphone and said, "Ok, are you ready for some more," the crowd was just losing it. 

Lynne said, "How would you like to see me and Kim finish off this man if you know what I mean." Kim's face brought forth a horrified expression. She had no idea what to do as her eyes began to fully well up. 

Lynne looked at the uncontrollable crowd and said, "Ya know, there is something wrong with this picture. Why isn't Kim as naked as I am?" 

The crowd then let out a thunderous applause and the guests were rushing the stage. Lynne said, "SOOO, the price to have Kim naked and this man cum all over us is 15 thousand dollars." 

The ladies, now all in their bras and panties, were frantically running around collecting more donations. Kim suddenly came to life and could not believe what she was hearing. Kim literally ran over to Lynne, her big 38DD tits bouncing and wiggling in her silver bra and her ass wiggling uncontrollably. 

Kim reaching Lynne said, "what the fuck are you doing, we have enough money, stop this enough is enough; Lynne, you are going to regret this. 

Lynne said, "I'm drunk, horny and these people want to see this, I'm giving them what they want. Kim, you created this, now you are going to do what I say!" 

Christine came running to the stage, now wearing only a thong and heels and said, "Lynne we got the money." 

Lynne looked at the crowd and said, "Kim, take it ALL OFF! Mr. DJ the stripper song please." The music began to play and Kim stood there for a minute doing nothing. 

Tears were flowing from Kim's eyes and she said, "Lynne, don't make me do this." 

Lynne said angrily, "You always talk a great game now lie in the bed you made."

Kim was not moving to the music and her tears were flowing rapidly. Lynne walked over to the DJ and got two more shots and came back to Kim. Lynne drank hers quickly and forced the other shot down Kim's throat. 

Lynne got on her knees in front of Kim and said, "Strip for me bitch." Kim slowly put her hands behind her back and unsnapped her silver bra. She knew there was nothing she could do; this crowd was never going to let her leave the building at this point. Lynne was violently fingering herself with one hand and rubbing Kim's amazing legs with the other.

Kim held the bra against her tits with one hand and lowered the straps with the other.

She lowered her head and pulled the bra off her tits. Kim had very large areolas and her nipples were very small put perky. 

Lynne said, "Shake those tits you whore." Kim moved her shoulders enough to make her tits jump around. Lynne ran her free hand up to Kim's tits and began rubbing them. Lynne stopped fingering herself and put her hands around Kim's waist and ran her head up to her tits. 

Lynne began sucking, kissing and worshiping Kim's tits. After two or three minutes Lynne fell back to her spread knees and said, "now the cunt." 

More tears fell from Kim's eyes as she put her hands on the sides of her silver g-string and began to lower it. Just before her pussy was visible she stopped and looked at Lynne. Lynne said, "Drop it." Kim obliged and the crowd went nuts. Kim's naked body was just amazing as she stepped out of her g-string. Kim was completely frozen on the stage and Lynne brought her lips to her dripping pussy. Lynne began violently licking Kim's pussy and Kim stood there, legs trebling as her massive tits began to slowly wiggle.

Lynne signaled the man to move the chair over to where both Kim and Lynne were. Lynne called to the DJ to bring a blanket and he spread it on the stage next to Kim and Lynne. 

Lynne looked at Kim and handed her the empty bottle of beer and said, "Pleasure yourself Kim and get loud." Lynne got on her hands and knees with her ass to the audience and her pussy lips hanging for the audience to see. Lynne than fixed her attention to the man sitting on the chair and crawled over to him. 

Lynne took off the man's belt in a fast action and began smacking Kim's ass with it. Lynne then unbuttoned the man's tuxedo pants and pulled them off. Lynne lowered his underwear and the man's dick popped out throbbing hard and straight. Lynne began to slowly lick around the shaft of his dick with her long tongue while closing her eyes and fingering her wet pussy. 

Lynne began working her way to the tip of his throbbing hard dick and began circling the tip with her tongue. She then worked her long wet tongue in short strokes from the base of his dick to the tip of his dick. From the tip of his dick she engulfed it with her moist and hot mouth beginning to fully blow him. 

The man was in ecstasy as Lynne was deep throating his dick. Kim was completely naked watching her friend blowing the man and continuing to move the bottle in and out of her pussy. 

Lynne stopped sucking the man dick and looked at Kim and said, "Come here." 

Kim said, "No." 

Lynne grabbed Kim and pulled her down to her knees and pushed her forward on all fours. She then said, "Suck his dick." 

Kim slowly worked her mouth to the man's dick and began to suck it and work it with her hands. While Kim was on all fours sucking the man Lynne started to fuck Kim's dripping wet pussy with the bottle.

Lynne looked at the man and said, "Switch places." 

Lynne then sat on the chair and pushed Kim's face in her cunt and said, "Eat me out bitch." She then told the man, "get behind Kim and fuck her doggy style." The man put his dick into Kim and began pumping her like a jack hammer; holding Kim's hip and thrusting his hard dick deeper and deeper into Kim. Kim, while eating Lynne, started to work in perfect rhythm with the man. Kim's tits were bouncing around and her ass was shaking like Jell-O with every pump.

Lynne then told Kim to stand up and she slid under Kim's legs on her back. She spread her legs and told the man, "Fuck me." 

The man began to fuck Lynne missionary style and was holding her big tits while he pumped. Lynne looked up at Kim and said, "Sit on my face." Kim squatted and Lynne stuck her long tongue into her pussy. Kim was wiggling, dripping and moaning uncontrollably. Lynne and Kim's bodies were beginning to glisten with perspiration from the hot lights and the frenzied hot sex. 

Lynne then pushed Kim off her mouth and said to the man, "fuck me doggy style." Lynne got on all fours so that the audience was looking at her profile, Lynne's big tits were hanging down and her ass was set up for the man's dick. 

The man got behind Lynne and started to pump in a slower rhythm as he could feel himself not far from climax. Lynne looked back at the man and said, "Tell me when you are coming." Lynne then told Kim to get on all fours and lower her pussy onto her mouth. Lynne had her hands wrapped around Kim's big ass moving it and wiggling it on her face.

The man yelled to Lynne, "I'm going to cum." 

Lynne got on her knees along with Kim and they put the man back in the chair in front of them with their profiles to the audience. The man was jerking his dick wildly while the girls waited for the cum shot that was bound for their mouths and bodies. 

Lynne was holding her tit with one hand and rubbing Kim's pussy with the other. The man was moaning as he began to shoot his load. The first shot hit Lynne in the nose and mouth. The second cum blast hit Kim on her face, specifically on her Sarah Palin glasses and nose. 

The man finished releasing his hot cum on both Kim and Lynne's bit tits and then sat back in the chair exhausted. Kim remained on her knees with cum running down her face and body. She had her head down and began to cover her tits with one hand and her pussy with the other. She felt completely humiliated. 

Lynne stood up and walked to the microphone. After a few seconds the passion subsided and the reality of the situation began to set in. The fresh cum was slowly working its way down her face and belly. Lynne slowly began to raise one hand and cover her dripping and sloppy pussy. Lynne took the other hand, first wiping the cum from her lips, and put it over her two big tits. She was looking at the audience clapping, howling and laughing and she began to feel a sense of humiliation and regret.

Lynne could not think of anything to say to the crowd at this point and suddenly began to realize that she may have just ruined her life. 

She looked at the DJ and said, with a tear falling from her eye, "Close the curtain."