0 comments/ 74972 views/ 10 favorites The Trip By: MSTRPM It was approaching 12:30 am, cruising at a slightly illegal 70 mph; top 40 country was blaring in the mini-van. Don Chaney was on his way home from a weeklong business trip to southern California. He was about 80 miles from home, about 2 hours left to drive until he reached his north coast home. "What the hell?" Don could see up ahead on the right shoulder of the sparsely traveled Hwy. 128, a vehicle on it's roof, the wheels still spinning. Don came to a screeching halt about 100 yards past the overturned vehicle. Don backed his van to within a few feet of the wreck. Jumping out of the van, Don hurriedly walked to the dark blue Ford Taurus. Looking inside the passenger window Don could see a female still in her seat belt in the driver's seat. No other persons could be seen in the vehicle. Don opened the door and called out to the woman. "Are you all right, can you hear me," he yelled. There was no response. Don was torn between taking the time to go back his van and retrieve his cell phone or providing first aid. Don chose the latter. Unlatching the seatbelt the woman slumped into Dons arms. Don tried to hold the woman's head still while maneuvering her out the door. Once on the roadway Don could see the woman completely. There were no obvious signs of serious injury. There was a small amount of dried blood around the right nostril and there appeared to be a pretty good size bump and bruise around the right eye. Don put his ear to the womanize chest, he heard a normal heartbeat. Don was feeling a little more confident that there was not a life threatening injury. Don scrutinized the woman closer now. The woman was very attractive, Don thought, about 25 years old, olive colored skin and shoulder length black hair. Don observed that the woman was wearing a white button up blouse and a medium length dark skirt. The woman's shoes were missing and Don could see her nylon covered feet. "Oh god what's happening," Don thought to himself. Don was getting very aroused looking at this beautiful helpless woman. Dons' hand found it's way to the woman's chest. "I'll just check for a heartbeat again," he told himself. His hand cupped the woman's small but firm breast. The woman stirred a little and Don quickly removed his hand. The woman's eyes opened for a few seconds and then closed again. Don straightened up and walked back over to her car. Looking inside, Don located the woman's purse. Rummaging inside Don found a wallet. Don observed a California driver's license in the window of the wallet. Theresa Pagnani, from Ventura, Calif, born 1975. Don took the purse and walked to his van with it and laid it on the floorboard. Walking back to the woman Don thought to himself " THIS IS NUTS, I'm not really doing this"! Don reached under the woman's shoulders and began dragging her to the passenger side of his van. Don managed to get her situated in the seat. Looking around one more time, Don got in the van. Don started the van and pulled onto the Highway. About 10 yards ahead Don observed three deer standing on the shoulder of the road. Don surmised that the woman swerved to avoid the deer and lost control of her vehicle. "What the hell am I doing" Don asked himself. " Well, I could be taking her for medical treatment or to the local Law Enforcement Agency," Don knew better. Looking over at the woman Dons mind began to wander again. He reached over and pulled the woman towards him, her head resting on his lap. Don found his hand unbuttoning her blouse. Keeping his eyes on the road and driving slowly, Don cupped one of the small, bra clad breasts. He could feel the nipple protruding through the silky undergarment. Don rolled the nipple between his thumb and index finger. It appeared to harden under his touch. Don shifted the woman's head in his lap; his engorged cock was becoming uncomfortable. Feeling bolder Don lifted the bra up and over the small mound. "She is gorgeous," Don thought while sneaking glances at her little, firm titty. His horniness was really overcoming him now. Don removed his hand from the little titty and reached for the bottom of her skirt. His hand began to push the skirt up from the bottom. He could feel the warmth of her thighs, warmer the higher he went. "She's wearing pantyhose," he thought as he reached her crotch. Pantyhose had always been a turn on to Don; there was something very sexy about a nylon-covered butt and pussy. Don cupped the woman's pussy with his hand. "What's this?" Her pantyhose was all wet. Hmmmm....Don thought, her bladder must have let go during the accident. Even in the wet her pussy felt very warm. "I wonder if she's wearing panties," he asked himself and his hand went for the waistband of the pantyhose. Don worked his hand under the pantyhose and immediately felt the hairiest pussy he had ever felt. Nope, no panties! Don felt for her pussy lips through the hairy mat. Her pussy felt as small as her little titties. Don managed to get a finger into her little hole." Man is she tight" he thought. She was also very wet. Don wondered if it was pussy juice or pee? After rubbing her little hole for a few moments, he removed his hand from her crotch and stuck his finger under his nose. He couldn't tell whether which was the strongest, but it sure smelled sweet to him. "So what am I going to do now," Don thought to himself. A half an hour had gone by and the woman just seemed as if she was in a deep sleep. Every now and then some little noises came from her mouth as if she was waking up. Don thought of the little motel that was a few miles up ahead. The motel had small independent cottages and were situated a long distance from the Managers office. This time of year there was very little tourist travel. Don eased the Van up the long dirt road driveway. After waking up the managers Don got a key and bought a small bundle of firewood. Fireplaces were the cottages sole source of heat. Don parked the van with the passenger door facing the cottage. Unlocking the door, Don went inside and turned on the lights. This time Don carried the unconscious woman. He placed her on the queen-size bed. In no time Don had a good size fire going. Turning off all the lights except the bedside lamp, Don looks the woman over again. She looked like an Italian model. Don picked up the purse he had placed on top of his suitcase. Looking through the purse he found a little silver contraption. It looked like a ring. Oh.... He thought to himself, it's one of those little "therapeutic" vibrators you put on your finger. "Hmmm.... A horny, gorgeous woman on my bed" he thought. This really aroused him. Don walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. As he sat down the woman's eyes flashed open. "Oh shit," he thought, this is it, I'm busted. The woman looked at Don with a blank look, smiled, and then closed her eyes again. Was she awake? Don shook her lightly and whispered "Theresa are you awake?" There was no response. Don thought it wouldn't be too long before this woman woke up and stayed awake. He had plans and there was no turning back now. Don picked up the cord that had bound the firewood. Don lifted each of her arms overhead and tied them to the headboard of the bed. This made Don even hornier. He unzipped his pants and released his hard cock. He got on the bed and straddled the woman's chest, his cock pointed at her face. Inching himself closer with cock in hand, he began rubbing it all over her face. " I bet she sucked her share of pricks in her lifetime" he thought to himself. Too bad she wasn't awake to do it now. Don scooted back down to where he was sitting on her hips. Don unbuttoned the remainder of the woman's blouse and opened each side, exposing what appeared to be a very expensive lace bra. One of her titties was already exposed from his earlier exploration. He unhooked the front clasp of the bra releasing the other tit. "Hmmm.... Maybe a 34 b at best," probably smaller," he thought to himself. There were dark brown circles dead center of each tit, about the size of a quarter. Don touched the nipple of her left breast. "Holy shit"; the nipple began to stiffen. The nipple was now about the size of two pencil erasers. Bending over he took the nipple into his mouth. The nipple was easily 3/4 of an inch in length. "I bet she has a hard time hiding these when she's cold," Don thought. He placed his mouth over the other breast. The same thing happened...big pencil erasers. He could almost get the entire tit in his mouth if he tried. Don got up off of the woman, his cock still hard and protruding out his zipper. Don reached for the zipper on the side of her skirt and slid it down. He pulled at the hem of the skirt and slowly pulled it down her legs and tossed it to the floor. Don could see the dark mound of hair beneath the pantyhose. The woman's olive skin was almost exactly the same color as the panty hose. Don leaned forward from the bottom of the bed and placed his head directly into her crotch. Don could smell the aroma of pussy and pee through the reinforced panel of the pantyhose. Don stuck out his tongue and licked the still moist panel. "I can't take this anymore," as he raised himself from the bed. He quickly removed all his clothes. Taking his cock in his right hand, he slowly pulled the foreskin up and down. Don felt like a kid in a candy store not sure what he wanted first. Kneeling on the bed, Don reached for the waistband of the pantyhose and began rolling them down, lifting her butt and over her knees. Don was amazed at how thick and black her pussy hair was. She didn't have an abundance of body hair, just her pussy. Remembering how small the pussy lips felt earlier, Don leaned over and put his hand on the mound and probed through the hair for the lips. The woman's pussy couldn't be more than two inches long and the lips were very pronounced. He needed to get a closer look and removed the pantyhose completely. Don separated the woman's legs as wide as they'd go and bent her legs at the knee. "Wow," Don could see that the jet-black hair was even extended beyond her butt crack. Leaning in between her thighs, Don took his hand a found the lips of her pussy. He spread them apart with two fingers, looking into a bright red hole. Moisture could be seen on the interior of her lips. Don stuck out his tongue and leaned into the furry hole. His tongue was immediately coated with pussy juice. Don thought he tasted the salty taste of pee also. Licking further up her pussy he came upon a large nub. "Her clit is big," he thought to himself. He stabbed at it a few times with his tongue and he thought he felt her pussy contract. He placed his lips over the clit and began sucking on it like it was a little cock. There was no doubt he was getting some kind of response as her pussy was wetting the hand he had placed on her lips. Don alternated between sucking and licking the clit and was accumulating a cupped hand full of pussy juice. "Could she really be awake," he wondered. Don removed his face from her pussy and looked up at her face. He could see a slight smile formed on her lips. "She's playing possum," he thinks to himself. I'll find out real quick. Don straddled her little titties again and pointed his cock at her mouth. He leaned forward with his hips and began pushing his cock past her lips. No resistance is felt. Pushing harder he was able to get half his cock into her mouth. He began a slow rocking movement. The friction from the roof of her mouth on the head of his cock was about to make him explode. No, he wanted that tight little pussy; he'd drop his first load in there. He was convinced she was still unconscious. He got off and positioned himself between her still spread legs. He aimed his cock towards her pussy and found her slippery lips. Cock in hand he begins rubbing it around the tight little hole. Unable to contain himself any longer, he pushes his hips forward and buries his cock to the hilt. "My god this is one tight pussy," he thinks as his cock begins it's to and fro motion. Never in his life had he felt a pussy so wet, hot and tight, the feeling was indescribable. Instead of banging up against pubic bone as normal, the thick hair was acting as a cushion." Oh man, I'm gonna cum real soon" he thought, as much as he wanted to make it last. It felt like the head of his cock was swollen twice it's normal size. The feeling was the most intense he had ever felt. Don couldn't imagine anything more exquisite. If he was able to custom make a pussy...this is what it would be like. His balls begin to tighten and he knew within a few more strokes, he would be spurting the biggest load of cum in his lifetime. The feeling is there, he pushes his hips forward and he can feel the head of his cock against her cervix. This is it! He makes one tiny little thrust with his hips and his entire being seems to be coming out the end of his cock. A tingling sensation is felt from his feet to the top of his head. He is panting and light headed but the feeling is not subsiding. A body orgasm is the only way to describe it. This is not the usual, just sensation in his cock. He can feel his cum filling up around his cock. The fit is so tight that there isn't any opportunity to leak past. A new sensation is felt. His cock feels like it is in a bowl of warm Jell-O. He's not going soft. He does not want to move but needs to. Don begins some more in and out motion, not pulling out too far as to not release this glorious vacuum around his cock. Don is now operating out of an area of his brain that he has never used before. "What do the Buddhists call it," he wonders to himself. Samadhi, total bliss and enrapture. Nothing else exists except the conduit from his mind to his cock. Don looks up at the sleeping woman's titties. The nipples are sticking straight up as large as ever. Don fastens his mouth over one. Sucking the tit like a newborn baby, Don begins a harder and faster thrusting of his hips. Even though he has basically kidnapped this woman and is now having non-consensual sex, he feels a connection with her that he has never felt with another woman. At this point in time, Don wouldn't have cared if his wife, the Pope or an armed SWAT team burst into the room. He was in a mental space he had never been in before. Removing his mouth from the huge nipple, Don places his mouth on hers. He begins a soulful kiss and snakes his tongue into her mouth. He is pumping faster now. Holding her head in his hands his tongue explores her mouth. His tongue is beginning to feel like a second cock, experiencing sensations he had either never felt before or had never taken the time to feel. Don feels movement on his tongue. Her tongue is responding back, although ever so slightly. Now Don can feel slight movement of her hips. Don's concentration is broken for a second. "Oh oh, she's waking up," he panics. No sudden or resistive movement is felt from her and his mind returns to "his space." Her eyes are still closed but her tongue and hips are becoming more active. Don positions himself up higher on her pubic area making sure he makes contact with her clit. " Oh shit, this is too much, she's fucking me back"! Sounds are beginning to come from her throat as their tongues intertwine. "She must be feeling something close to what I am', Don thinks to himself. Indeed she is. Don felt with his tongue a place on hers, that when he touched it, her pussy would contract around his cock. It was hard to discern who was fucking who the hardest. Don continued tongue fucking her as he pistoned his cock in and out. Don could feel her swollen clit each time he thrust forward. Once again the indescribable feeling was washing over him. The "body orgasm" was approaching quickly. Don wasn't sure if he heard the actual words or whether they were telepathed. " Now, cum now" was what his brain picked up. Don's cock plunged as deep as it had been and he felt pussy muscles gripping his cock. Her pussy felt like a hand milking a cow. Spasm after spasm, wave after wave rolled over them. Don felt her legs grip him around his waist, pushing harder against him. His cock went in further than he thought possible. Don stopped his motion but hers continued. Once again Don thought he heard words but he could not make them out. Don felt her body stop in mid air and stiffen. Once again he could feel her pussy gripping his cock and then it went limp. Don fell asleep with his cock still inside her, his head on her shoulder. To Be Continued... The Trip I was so excited that school was over and I could leave on my trip. We hadn't been with each other for a while, and thoughts of all the fabulous sex had me dripping already. The weather was great and I should easily be able to drive it in two days. I headed up my usual route, through MS, AL, TN and so on. I go to the mountains in TN at least once a year and know the area well. I love it there and hope some day to at least have a vacation home there. I know every curve of the mountainous roads in eastern TN and western North Carolina. I was dressed in jeans and a three quarter length shirt. The jeans were stretchy lyrcra that moved with me. The shirt was a soft pastel pink. The ac in the car had my nipples hard, not something that was out of the ordinary anyway. I was rounding a corner when the car made a strange noise and then just shut off. I pulled it over to the shoulder and tried the cell phone, but I was out of range. I could see a sports complex up the road a bit and a bunch of cars and trucks so I knew they were playing a game. I locked the car and walked down the road. Standing by the fence was a tall brown-haired guy in gym shorts and a muscle shirt and boy, he had every right to wear a muscle shirt. He looked me up and down as I approached and then flashed me a big smile. "Hi," he said casually. "Hi. My car just died down the road and I was wondering if y'all could help me." Southern men are real suckers for the helpless little woman act. I played up my accent a little. Just then a shorter stout blonde guy came bounding up like a puppy dog. "Hey John, whatsup?" "The lady's car died Wayne. She needs help." Wayne immediately responded that his brother had a shop and he'd call him to tow it in. "But you're stuck here with us for a couple of more innings," John added. I was genuinely relieved and replied that I was so grateful and didn't know how to repay them. John kinda laughed and restrained himself from saying anything. I sat up on the stands for the next couple of innings stewing and fretting over what was wrong and how much it would be and if I'd be able to finish my trip up to NY. The guys left the field and started throwing around some beers. "Here, catch," John said as he tossed me one. He walked closer and said that some of the guys go to the club after the game for some pool and drinks and asked if I'd like to come along. Not that I had a choice. Not that I would NOT go. This guy was gorgeous. "Sure, I'm at your mercy." He laughed easily again and said, "Oh I'll be gentle." The heat was incredible. The club was a nice hall that the league had. It had a big bar with mirrors behind it, a pool table, a dance floor and some tables. Friendly puppy dog Wayne bounced behind the bar and assumed the role of bartender. He handed John and me a Corona and then starting setting out shot glasses. I looked at John and he told me that the losers had to buy the winners shots. Wayne put out ten glasses—nine for the guys that showed up and one for me. He filled them with tequila and he and John slugged the shot down. I took a sip and scrunched up my face. "No, just swallow it all," John said. I looked him straight in the eye, slugged the shot and then said, "I always shallow," and then looked down at what was now his growing groin. "Oh really. Hmmm." My eyes on his cock were not lost on him. "Well, I bet you couldn't swallow what I have. No one ever has." Bingo. A challenge. You know me. My major slut pride went into overdrive. "What do you want to bet?" "I'll pay for your car repairs, no matter how much." I grinned. "Hmm, that might be awfully expensive." He chuckled, "Naw, 'cause you won't win." "You're on," I said without missing a beat. He stood up and started to drop his shorts and I said, "no, over there," and pointed to the pool table. Well by now you could hear a pin drop. All eyes were on us, just what I like. I pranced over to the table, really putting a wiggle into it, and jumped on the side. I twisted myself around and dropped my head over the edge. The whole time I saw flashes of the big black cock on the cruise. Hell, I thought. This will be easy. John walked over to the table and dropped the shorts. My eyes got wide. He was every bit as long as the black guy, but a little thicker. I'd have to really stretch my mouth for this one. I was soaking wet. He came closer and I started in on him with all of my best tricks, the little figure 8s and all. I wanted him so ready that when I did take him down my throat he'd cum fast. Putting my head at an angle like that made my throat a straight shot. By now every cock in the room was out being stroked. One guy on the left and one on the right were seriously getting into some jerking off. I loved it. I was the star and I was controlling all of these cocks. Wetter by the minute. John started to get so hot that he shoved his cock deeper and deeper and I kept taking it. He was wild and when his balls hit my nose he lost it. I gulped and gulped the flood of cum. It seemed like a river. This guy had some balls. He pulled out and staggered backwards, weak in his knees. "Jesus. You're fantastic." I reached for the cock to my left and took it right in. This average dick seemed like a toy and I finished him fast. The guy to my right couldn't take it and came on my cheek. I took my fingers and scooped it into my mouth, that slut move you love to see. I heard another guy moan and lose it too. Off to the corner was the only black guy in the group. He was kinda hanging back. It was the south and I guess he was scared. After that big cock of John's I wanted more and his was next. "Come on over here. Let me have some chocolate cock. I just love it." He didn't hesitate. Right at that moment, I could feel my jeans being unzipped and pulled from my hips. John was burying his face in my very, very wet pussy. His tongue was just as big as his cock and I came almost immediately. But he wasn't letting up and I was glad. Before I knew it, the whole nine guys were done and John had made me cum twice. I was in total major slut mode and ready for some serious action. I looked down at John and saw that he was hard again. I wanted to feel that monster inside me too. I looked at him and said, "I won." He nodded, "uh huh. You surely did. You deserve a medal." "How about a bonus instead?" He looked at me with intense desire but didn't believe me. I hopped off the table and went to the bar. I motioned to Wayne to pour me another shot and downed it. "John, come here." He walked to me in a trance. "I want you to fuck me, right there, in front of those mirrors." Without hesitation he lifted me up onto the bar. I unbuttoned the blouse and threw it to the floor. I wanted them to see my tits bouncing, a real show and I wanted to watch his cock in the mirror because I had gotten on to all fours. "I want to feel you really deep baby." He let out a little groan. He knew I was so hot for him and he teased me at first, just rubbing the big head against me, making me push back begging. "Oh please fuck me, please, please….oooooohhhhh," I gasped as he drove hard all the way into me. Then he started slowly in and out while he fingered my clit. Bam. I came again. This boy knew how to fuck. He started to increase the thrusts, faster and deeper and I was going insane. Then he took his wet fingers and started to play with my bud. I knew what was going to happen and bucked wildly. First one finger, fucking me fast. His fingers were long and thick like his cock. Then two. I was whimpering and begging. Then three and the fullness of his cock and his fingers drove me over the top in the wildest orgasm ever. I bucked and thrashed and shook for what seemed like forever. Another guy came over and attempted to touch my tits. John barked out a stern, "no" and the guy backed off. He lasted forever and when he finally came, again it was torrents filling my ass. I thought I would faint. He pulled me by the waist off of the bar and handed me my shirt and bent down and kissed my mouth. This was the first time we actually kissed. Strange. "Wow. I wish that I had taped that," I boasted. "Actually…." Wayne pointed to a security camera on the wall. "You did." "Really? Oh, can I have the tape?" I wanted to show you what a slut I'd been. One of the guys groaned, "damn" softly under his breath. John reached into the camera and took the tape and gave it to me. I excused myself and went to the ladies room to clean up. I had cum all over my face and chest, dripping out of my ass, everywhere. When I came back out, everyone was gone except for John. "Car won't be done until tomorrow. Guess you're stuck with me." I grinned ear to ear. "yep, I guess I'm yours for the night." He took my hand and led me to the door. "That was a mighty expensive bet," I said the next day when Wayne's brother handed him a bill for $1000." "Worth every nickel…." I smiled and thought I'd be stopping back this way on my way home. Maybe there would be a double header that day….. I started getting excited again because I couldn't wait for you to see the tape! The Trip From his bound position, he looked up at Her through eyes still misty from his ordeal. Her was kneeling, his wrists locked to the top of a post by leather cuffs, his ankles in cuffs behind the post, his body strapped tightly to the stanchion by 2" belts at hips waist and chest. She was sitting above and in front of him, on a throne like chair. Her hair was down around her shoulders, wearing long black elbow length gloves with the finger coverings open. Her body was encased in a black leather bustier, and a black thong. Her long legs were covered in shinny black leather thigh hi boots with 5" heels. She was half smiling as she watched him, Her legs slightly open, allowing him a glimpse of her loveliness. She radiated power and control. After the two days, he was exhausted. His body ached and is mind was a blur of remembrances. The rack, the horse, the X frame and the various whips all were vivid in his memory..Her use of the plugs and dildos and clamps and cages had carried him to heights of submission never known to him. * * * * * His plane landed on time bringing him to Her city. They had spoken of this trip for a long time. He had known Her in Cyber for about 6 months. They had played together in scenes in VT but this was real. He was slightly apprehensive as he went through the formalities at the baggage claim. As he looked around, he saw Her. She was as lovely in r/l as he has seen in her pictures. He was not prepared for her physical beauty. Her pictures didn't do her justice. I life she was astounding. Together they walked to the front of the terminal where She had double parked and he placed his small bag in the trunk as She entered the drivers side of the new sports car. I the privacy of the car, She leaned over and kissed him...deep demanding. Taking...her mouth open and brutal on his lips. Taking his lips and tongue...using his mouth for her pleasures...letting him know that from this moment on, he was in Her control. He was in ecstasy...loving her dominance even as his manhood struggled to adjust to this situation. She leaned back, letting her very short leather skirt ride up on her thighs and smiles at him. "Well, william, you finally made it to the city of my dungeon. I am delighted you followed my instruction. Are you properly dressed underneath those street clothes?" He blushed. Yes, Mistress Emanuelle. I am wearing a cage and a spreader under my shorts and clips on both nipples, as You ordered. She reached over and held his bulging package for a moment and then squeezed the balls tightly...smiling as he gasped. "OK william, lets head for the dungeon. * * * * * It was large...much bigger than he had expected...and fully equipped with devices and instruments of torment. She allowed him to walk around and look at the various play things. As he looked she dimmed the lights and lit the candles spaced around the walls and on the tables and desk, giving the chamber a medieval look. As he turned to Her, She smiled. "Come, william, I want you to see your room" Leading the way to a door he had not noticed, she had him enter a small 8'x8' space containing a cot, a small wash basin and a toilet. Sparse bare dimly lit with a chain attached to the top of the cot and leg cuffs at the foot. "This is your room, william, please use it to disrobe and place all your clothes and belongings in this basket for me. Then come into the Dungeon and kneel at the post in the center of the room. She turned and left him. He looked at the small space and wondered if he had made the right decision. She seems so cool. So under control...with almost no sign of her prior caring attention displayed in the chat rooms or during the long phone chats. He sighed and began to quickly disrobe, placing everything except the cage and clips in the basket. Entering the dungeon, he saw she was not there, so he went to the post and knelt. Slightly shivering, he waited. There were no sounds, the chamber was dim and the flickering light from the candles contributed to his rising apprehension. As time passed, his knees began to ache, his back resisted the position and her grew restless. He had no way of knowing the time. Was this what he really wanted? * * * * * She had waited almost 45 minutes. The time would allow him to either accept and adjust to this reality, or change his mind. During this time, She changed into her Dominatrix clothes. Her favorite exotic garments. Thigh hi boots, a thong, a bustier, fingerless gloves with her hair flowing long around her shoulders. Looking in her mirror she admired her appearance. She knew his many fetishes and was prepared to allow him plenty of time to see and feel them. The clock showed that She could now join him. He gasped, audibly, as she entered. His eyes opened wide and he smiled, loving the ay she looked. He started to speak but her finger to her lips silenced him. "William, this is the time to make decisions. W/we have talked about this, we have played these games in CYBER, we have chatted about this. Now it is real. Before you answer, I want you to take as long as you need and think about the answer you are about to give me After you answer, there will be no more changes. And NO way to back out. If you elect to accept my Dominance...become my submissive, allow me the control I want and need over you, then you are to say "yes, Emmanuelle, La Maitresse. I william, am yours. Once you utter those words, and sign this written agreement turning yourself over to me for these two day, you mat not utter another word unless I ask you to speak. You may make sounds...wicked smile...but speak only if asked..." After a very long pause, He smiles...brought himself in to full kneeling up position and said "Yes Emmanuelle, LaMaitresse, i william am yours"... She gave evidence of her delight by leaning over and kissing him hard on the mouth...a loving and sweet kiss this time. Her hands were soft on his shoulders as she moved his head to her thighs and let him kiss them lightly as she stroked his upper back and neck. "Ah william, you have made me a happy Lady... you will suffer for me and you will be taken close to your edges many times...but I promise I will do no permanent damage and I will respect your limits, but I will use you and abuse you and enjoy your pain...and you will scream...even though I will not hear it...She stepped back and selected a small ball gag and placed it at his lips. "Open for me william, please". She locked the gag tightly, pulling the straps hard before buckling them... She lifted him and moved him to the rack like table and knelt and attached leather cuffs to his ankles...her breasts brushing his thighs and leg as she attached them...She smiled at his sudden intake of breath. She reached up and fondled his rising cock..."Ahh, william...already you are showing me your interest..." She continue to play with his sex until he was very hard and the cage was fully painful on him. Pressing his chest, she made him lie flat on his back on the rack, as she attached wrist cuffs and the chains to the pullywheel at the table head and foot. The rack stretched both ways, and she began to turn the wheel at his head stretching his arms and chest...and then stretched is; legs and hips with the other wheel...he was beginning to feel the pressure all over as the wheel turned. He was sweating a little...his body showing a slight sheen of moisture. As she turned the wheel slowly, alternating from head to foot, she caressed his body with soft touches at his most erotic sensitive places. She loved the way he responded his breathing rapid, the drool form the ball gag slowly dripping down his chin and from the sides of his mouth. Playing with his sex, she knew the his erection caused sever pain from the cage. The alternating rising and falling of his cock told hr of his condition. She smiled and picked up her soft doe skin flogger and stood where he could se her and dangles the strands along his thighs, up on his chest brushing the clipped nipples...teasing his. Then She raised her arm high...looked directly into his eyes..."william keep your eyes on mine at all times do not shut your eyes" and struck at his chest...he arched up from the stroke and she continued to swing the flogger all over is body. "William, I want this warm up to be as pleasant as possible for you." She worked the flogger from soft to semi hard over him...pausing to gently stroke his sex from time to time. He moved from pleasure to slight pain as she whipped him. The flogger became a blur in her hands as she worked from chest to ankles...letting the flogger strands find all his parts curling into his most secret places...She whipped, her hands played with her own body.letting him see her excitement...her nipples extended as she pulled them...and fir fingers wet from her juices. She placed a wet finger at his lips and circled the ball gag..."would you like to taste me, william" she giggled and leaned over his head and let her nipples move on his face...ahhh yessssss, william, you are making me so happy. The strokes became harder as she whipped him...loving the way his flesh marked...red stripe showing all over hm...she whipped harder...building the power until he began to moan in the gag. She wanted his sounds and the whip danced it song of pain on his body. She stopped and his eyes blinked. She picked up a 3' tawse...and showed it to him. He shuddered and shook in his bondage. She began to strap him along the thighs inside...working up to his enter...She skipped his sex and whipped his stomach with the tawse...the stripes began to show a deep dark color from the tawse...she whipped his nipples until the clips became loose and fell off...and she stopped. After his writhing slowed, she approached his head and removed the ball gag and waited the drool from his face and neck...and kissed him...She straddled the table, stood over him and lowered herself close to his mouth..."william, open wide please...and she settled her dripping sex onto his lips...make me cummmmmmmmmmmmmmm ahhhhhhhh william...make me cummmmmmmmmmmm. She road his mouth ands lips for a long time...he struggled to say calm and breathe deep as his tongue and lips worked for her pleasure...his jaw ached his tongue grew tired but he continued as she moved over him. Her sighs and sounds wire music to him...he loved her for this and his pain subsided as her orgasm overtook her and she spasmed on his lips...her shuddering body a pleasure for him. * * * * * The rest was wonderful for him... She was tired from her exertions and her release and wanted to relax. He had ben let up from the table and was now attached to the X frame...standing his arms and legs forming the x but he was not stretched and his muscles cold return to more normal positions. His body was still acing and burning from the stretched position and the whippings, but he had ben given water and allowed to relax against the Frame...He looked at her with adoration...Knowing his ordeal were in a way, just beginning... She relaxed on the long roman style sofa...resting on her side...watching his as she sipped her coffee. She was thinking of him on that X frame...It was adjustable so she could turn it in any direction from flat as a table to upright to up side down. It was versatile and she loved the device. As she watched and drank, her mind raced to the next phase of her domination of him. He had not broken on the rack...no tears yet and she wanted his tears. Whipping was not enough, she needed something more...ahhh the violet wand...the electric wand...YESSSSS...She smiles, rolled over and began to breath deeply, taking a much needed nap. William noticed her change and let his body relax as much as possible on the frame, waiting. When she awoke, she stretched, smiled at him, rose and walked to him and stood just close in front. She touched his bound cock..."william, I think it is time to release this little boy from its cage" and she released him...the rush of blood to his organ was intense and his eyes watered over from the sudden pain of the blood flow into his cock...She smiles and knelt down and took just the head into her mouth and softly sucked him until his body began to respond and she stopped and looked up at him. "I think we need to have you tied a bit more...you may react violently to this next bit of pleasure. She used small belts of leather to tie his arms and legs in multiple places and large ones around his body and hips and chest...until he was immobile on the Frame...she knelt again and began to play with him as one hand reached for the wand and turned it on...She let it slide along his inner thigh softly until it reached the top and she pressed the trigger . He screamed and arched as much as possible in the bindings..."aww poor baby...was that too much, she giggled" and set the control to 50% and brushed his legs again...pressing the trigger when the wand was behind his knee...aaaaaaaaaaauuugggggghhhh, his body jerked and writhed in the bondage. She watched him as she worked the wand along his thighs...shooting the trigger at random...loving the way he jerked and screamed...She decide to silence him with the flat gag and tied his mouth into it so she only heard muffled sounds. As she moved the wand closer to his genitals she could feel his panic and she grinned...Not yet baby, not yet. Raising the wand to his nipples she made his body jump and writhe...working the electric shocks along his stomach to his navel to the hips and up along the arms to the arm pits...knowing he was in agony. She felt her own juices begin to flow as the wand tortured him. The device was so good...with several adjustments which she kept increasing as she stroked him with the tip of the wand...letting the sparks arc to his body. She was enjoying it so much and decide to take him to the next level...to make him cry tears and sob in the gag. She knelt and took his now limp cock into her mouth and began to mouth love him...looking up into his eyes watching his reaction as she pleasured him...he became hard and extended as the joy of her pleasures flowed into him...his cock pulsing and dancing in her mouth...the veins standing out, the head deep purple and soft tipped the shaft long and very hard...she was so pleased...almost sorry for the next step as she brought the wand out of his sight up under him and touched it to his rectum and triggered it. She felt his scream and as his body writhed and jerked she sucked and triggered him...wanting the pain to flow to her form him, His cock went soft as she sucked and the wand tortured his as hole...his body shook and his screams were almost audible under the gag...She watched as she triggered his hole and sucked. She wanted him to break, to give her the last full measure of his devotion, his tears of pain and love for her...he finally sagged in the bondage, his tears flowing down his cheeks, dripping on to his chest and down his thighs to her mouth where she tasted them...his eyes begging her to stop... she continued to trigger the wand on his hole and suck his now flaccid penis...he fainted, while crying his real tears for her. * * * * * The next morning, they had breakfast together, eggs bacon, sausage, Orange juice, toast and deliciously hot and black coffee. Although he was aching and his body refused to slow its deep agony, he was enjoying being with Emmanuelle. She was in a sedate gown, fresh and bright after her long relaxed, if exhausted sleep. She was smiling and chatty...helping him to seconds, pouring his coffee, making him feel like a king. The conversation was much like any normal couple who had spent an evening together. She wanted him to relive parts of it, those that pleased her and in which she found pleasure. He read the paper. His eyes occasionally looking at her with devout respect...as his libido enjoyed the glimpses he had of her legs and breasts/ It was so much a lovely morning. She watched him out of the corner of her eye, judging his stamina and his state of mind and reached her decision quickly after he finished his third coffee. "William, I want you to join me in the dungeon. Go and undress, put your wrist and ankle cuffs on, and add the leather cock harness and ball spreader...the one with the D ring at the head of the cock, an come quickly to the chamber." As he left for the small room where he had spent the night, she went into the dungeon and moved the horse to the center of the room and locked it into place on its permanent location. And she also tested and approved the straps and leads and leather strands which hang from all corners and edges of the padded horse...It we made of solid wood, covered with a leather and with ample D rings all over it. She watched s he entered...his eyes wide as he saw the horse and the strap-on she had added to her costume...fully 8" long and 2" in width...it was a large device one he shuddered to think she might use on him. Emmanuelle motioned for him to come to her and kneel and as he did, she took his mouth violently...kissing him by taking his lips and biting them...wanting to change the mood...wanting him willing and able to accept her dominance... She let his look up at her and she opened her gown wide so he could see that she wore only the strap-on. She held his face in her hands and moved his lips to her thighs..."kiss my legs and groin, william...kiss me and get me wet...and suck my cock...make it wet for you, william. He was bashful and reluctant but he opened his mouth and worshiped her flesh and finally sucked the dildo until it was soaked. She motioned for him to lay across the horse and she tied his tightly to it, using all the cuffs and restraints available until his legs were spread, his buttocks open his arms immobile and his waist held in place. Going to him and kneeling under the horse, she attached a long cord to the cock cage and ball spreader D ring and pulled down and tied off on the lower part of the horse. "William, if you move or lift up, this will pull your cock and balls from your body causing a lot of pain...so please try not to buck and jerk and move...it will be better if you stay still. Selecting the spiced lubrication, she moved behind him and began to apply the ointment to his crease and hole...her fingers pressing the lubricant into him opening him...massaging his sphincter until he relaxed form the pleasant feeling of her fingers in him...she lubricate him well and applied a handful of it to the dildo she wore... Moving before him she lifted his head and showed him the crop...the one with the wide leather blade...she tapped his back with it and looked at him..."william, today you are my bride, my lover. Yesterday I took your mind and your tears, today I take your soul...she smiles and moved behind him... He felt her hands soft on his back as she move close and placed the tip of the dildo at his puckered hole and began to press she crooned to him as she pressed...massaged his back. was gently with him as the Hugh thing began to pressure his ass hole. Her gentleness turned slowly into force as the large dildo penetrated his hole...he moaned as the pain began..."william, relax...let your sphincter open...invite me in, william, my slave and lover and submissive delight...open for me. She strikes his cock as she pressed and began to move the tip in him. He gasped and struggled, trying to repel the stranger in his ass...but she continued to enter him...pressing her hips forward...she loved the way her end of the strap-on had a butterfly and small cock for her pleasure as she began to take him. Thrusting deep now...entering him as he moaned and ached. his eyes wet and his body shaking in bondage as she took his virginity. He began to cry as she fucked him and as he cried she began to whip him,...lashing at his back and buttocks loving his struggles...knowing she had won his soul as he began to move with her, his ass bucking back into her thrusts even with the pain of his stretched cock causing him agony...he begged her to use him...make him cumm as she fucked him and whipped him...he surrendered all of his mind, body and soul to her as she pleasured herself as she reamed him in orgastic pleasure\s... She moved into and out of him for a long time...letting her orgasm build...waiting...enjoying...loving the power of her conquest and of his gift...she finally spasmed...and spasmed and spasmed as her pleasures grew as she whipped him to his climax...he spurted finally in a screaming orgasm of lust and love for her...They collapsed together. She lay on his back resting...and reached under him to release the cock bindings. Both resting. The Trip My wife and I were in a little bit of a rut, so to speak. So we sat down to dinner one night and began discussing our lives together. After almost 25 years together I pretty much thought things were going, as they should. Boy was I wrong! She proceeded to let me know all about my shortfalls. We finally agreed that the best thing for us would be a divorce. She would keep the house and I would take the motorhome. I have always been an active biker and decided to take the motorhome and bike to Laconia for the annual rally in June. This trip would take 2 weeks to make and I was more than ready for it by the time it was time to leave. I headed out of town in the motorhome with the bike on a trailer behind me. I drove for almost 6 hours before stopping and when I did stop it was at a remote campground along the way. I decided to take little nap after setting up and dozed off. About 2 hours later, I heard the familiar sound of motorcycles filling the campground. I looked out the window and discovered that the campground was full of bikers on their way to the same rally I was headed to. After a while I made my way outside and made a fire in the fire pit and relaxed in a chair near it drinking a beer. The bikers nearby were already wired and were having a great time with their women, one was being fucked on the picnic table in clear view of anyone in the campground. The others that were not in line to fuck her, were just sitting around the fire they had going, drinking beer and talking about what they would be doing to her if she was their bitch when I walked out into view. One of them came over and invited me to join them, as it seemed I was also a biker with my bike behind the motorhome. Little did I know what they had in mind! I went over to their campsite and accepted a beer from them. It wasn't long before I felt very sleepy, I told them I was feeling sleepy and was going back to my motorhome and was hoping to see them all at the rally. They told me goodnight and they would see me later. I have no idea when it happened but the screaming of a woman in camp suddenly awakened me. As I exited my motorhome to see what was happening, I was grabbed from behind and restrained. I was very scared. I was led over to the biker's campfire and told that if I did everything they told me to I would not be hurt. I told them that I would do as told and they released me. They then told me to strip as I was going to become another one of their bitches for the night since they were a little short on bitches that night. Needless to say I was scared shitless and did as they told me. As soon as I was naked one of them grabbed my balls and said he was going to cut them off if I didn't do as I was told. I agreed to do whatever they told me to do! I was then led into the center of their campground and ordered to kneel. As soon as I was on my knees one of the women came up to me and ordered me to suck her pussy, as I did this I found that it was already full of cum and tried to pull away. A slight tug on my balls reminded me of what would happen if I did not do as I was told so I leaned back into her pussy and ate her out. She left me kneeling there and got up onto the picnic table and one of the bikers shoved his cock into her. She moaned as he began to roughly fuck her. One of the bikers then pushed his hard cock into my face and told me to start sucking him. I opened my mouth to protest and it was immediately filled with hard cock. He held my head and began to fuck my mouth. I could barely breathe as his cock was going deeper and deeper into my throat with each thrust. Suddenly he stopped his fucking motions and I could feel his cock begin to spurt his hot cum into my mouth. I tried to swallow it all but some ran out around his cock, as he pulled his cock out of my mouth I finished swallowing what was left of his cum in my mouth. As soon as he pulled out his cock was replaced with another one and it all started again. By the time I had sucked three of them my mouth and throat was getting sore but they just kept fucking my mouth until I had sucked all 6 of them. I figured they had all gotten off now and would leave me alone so I stood up and started to leave when one of them grabbed my arm and said I wasn't going anywhere yet as the party was just beginning. I began to really worry about what might be next as they led me over to the table the girl was laying on and told me to mount her so they could sandwich me. I began to struggle with them but was easily overpowered. For some strange I had been hard all this time as my mouth was being raped and was still hard as I pushed my cock into her waiting pussy. As soon as I was inside her I felt something wet on my ass crack and realized they were lubing my asshole up. I tried to tell them to stop but as I did one of them told another one to stuff something into my mouth to keep me quiet. The biker then climbed onto the table and knelt over the girl's head and told her to sick his balls as he forced his cock into my mouth. Then I felt a finger push into my asshole and then another one until I finally had three fingers inside me and pumping in and out. When the fingers finally were pulled out of my asshole I felt relieved but only for a few seconds as all of a sudden I felt the bulbous head of a cock begin pushing its way into my body until it finally forced itself past my tight sphincter only to be followed by the rest of the huge cock behind it. This guy was not the least bit concerned about my pain, all he wanted to do was fuck me deep and hard. I wanted to scream out in pain but could not because every time he pushed into me I was forced deeper into the pussy below me and my mouth was forced onto the cock in it making the cock go deeper into my throat. The pain started to lessen as this brutal fucking went on and pretty soon I was actually beginning to enjoy the feel of this hard cock working against my prostrate. Pretty soon she was moaning and began to orgasm under me as the cock in my ass began to pulsate and shoot his cum deep into my bowels. It was more sensation than I could stand and I shot my own load into her pussy and began swallowing a load of cum that was being dumped down my throat. The two cocks were removed from my mouth and asshole and I was pulled off the girl. Another cock being pushed into her pussy immediately replaced my cock. I was then bent over one of the bikes and felt another cock pushing its way into my now ravaged asshole. This one did not hurt though. As I guess my hole was pretty stretched out as well as being filled with cum for more lubrication. Pretty soon I could hear them cheering on whichever one of them that was fucking me and calling me their little boy bitch and to get used to the feeling of cock in my asshole because I would be getting a lot of it this weekend. I woke up the next morning and looked outside hoping it had all been a dream. They were still there though! I had mixed feelings as well. On one hand I had been brutally raped by these men and should try to just get out of there as quietly as possible. But on the other hand I had to admit that I actually did enjoy myself. I decided to stay and see what this new day would bring. I made some coffee and went outside to find some of the bikers up already and saying hello to me as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened the night before. I replied accordingly and off loaded my bike from the trailer figuring to go for a ride through these beautiful mountains. As I was getting ready to leave three of the guys came over and asked if I wanted to ride with them as they new this area and could show me some of the better places to ride. I tried to beg off but they were quite insistent so I went along with them. We rode for several hours and I was indeed impressed with their knowledge of the area. It was gorgeous. When we stopped for lunch we were in a very secluded spot and quite hidden from the road. The three of them announced that it was time for lunch and they would now feed me. I was then forced onto my knees and began sucking their cocks. It didn't take them long to all cum in my mouth but they all decided that I should suck them to hardness again and let them fuck my boy pussy like they did last night. I figured I was in no position to argue, and actually was looking forward to it. They told me to strip and bend over a bike. One of them then spit on my asshole to lube it and pushed his cock in without stopping to let me adjust to it. I moaned and was soon enjoying the feeling of being full again. The others soon replaced each other until they had all fucked me. They told me that I was now their bitch and would be for the entire rally. We then rode back to camp where I was immediately pushed to my knees in the middle of the rest of the bikers and told to beg to be their bitch and fuck toy until they grew tired of me. Then they all used me again over and over. I can't wait until next years rally! The Trip We were driving down the interstate when Paula started kissing me as I drove. Rubbing my groin and watched as my cock grew hard. It was difficult to drive as she snaked her tongue between my lips, running her hand over my hard cock. "Did you enjoy the party?" asked Paula "I saw you looking over at us while I danced with Ricky" she said "Did you like watching?" "I saw you kiss him on the dance floor" and "It made me jealous and excited both at the same time" I answered Paula opened my shirt and started to run her hand over my chest as she kissed my neck and ear. I was getting more difficult to pay attention to the road. "I enjoyed dancing with Ricky and you watching us, especially when he grabbed my ass and pulled me tight against him" Paula whispered in my ear. " I could feel him grow hard as we danced" you said as you played with my chest and began to squeeze my nipple. "Does it make you hot to imagine him getting hard?" "Mmm-hm." "How about me touching him?" You reached down opened my pants and touched my cock. It was hard now. "Touching him," I said. "Like this. . ." You leaned over, licked and lapped the quivering crown of my prick. You took it between your lips and licked it with your tongue. You slid it into your mouth until its head lodged in your throat and your nose lay against my shaved skin.! Then two of your fingers slid up into my cunt and rubbed my secret spot above, behind the pubic bone. And together, then, we gasped, and groaned, and spasmed--- and I flooded your mouth with my hot creamy cum. You swallowed it all, except for some that escaped your mouth and dribbled down my chin. I had to pull the car over to the shoulder of the road and had stopped when your mouth had worked on my cock. "And what would he be doing--- if he were here?" I kissed your neck. My hand slid down over your dress, opening the buttons in front until it was completely open. My hands then traveled over your belly and cupped your freshly shaven mound. My fingers slipped inside your panties and caressed your pussy lips. "He'd be doing . . . like you're doing now." Paula panted My middle finger slid into you. You were soaking wet. "Inside you, like this?" I asked "Mmmmm yes----" "You'd like that . . .? Wouldn't you?" I asked I started to teased your clit. "Oh, yes babe. . . like that . . ." Paula moaned "And then . . .?" I wanted to know "You know . . ." "Tell me . . ." "Then I'd do this. . ." Paula lowered her seat until it laid flat. She spread her legs wide. I then moved between her thighs. I slipped my hardening cock against your slippery clit. "Oh God!" Paula gasped "You're hot now, thinking about him?" "Yes!" "Who?" "Ricky" "Do you want to Fuck him?" "Yes." "I've thought of it . . ." Paula moaned "What would you say . . " "I'd say, 'Put it in . . . do it . . ." "And . . .?" "Oh! Fuck me . . . Fuck me!" I slid into Paula, sliding in one single stroke. My prick pulled back, slid in again, then back, then in. I suddenly stiffened, grunted; my cock jerked and shot my cum deep inside you. Paula cried out -- and I realized that the name she called out belonged to someone else, a old friend from long ago. Here we were in the side of the highway ,Paula spread out ,dress wide open and I with my pants down around my knees. It was a good thing no Good Samaritan or policeman stopped to help us, or was it? The Trip Comments are always very welcome. ***** I should have known it when the taxi was late. I did catch my plane to London, and circling over London for half an hour wasn’t a sure sign of anything bad. It’s more the rule than the exception. But I should definitely have known it would be one of those weeks when my suitcase caught the plane to Paris instead of London. Anyway, it was too late to cancel everything. I was already there and my suitcase did show up after all on Tuesday morning. I lost a day since some of the stuff I needed to do the job was in the case, but it was no problem to get a seat on the six o’clock plane on Thursday instead of Wednesday. Nobody flies from London to Copenhagen on a Thursday evening. Exactly! Nobody flies to Copenhagen Thursday evening. I’ll bet you there were no technical problems—just too few passengers. It’s always due to technical problems, they say, when they cancel a plane. The reality is that they often do it because it’s cheaper to pay one night at a hotel for a few people than to fuel up a plane. There was no reason to argue with the guy at the airline check-in desk. I mean, it wasn’t his fault, he just worked there. I was pretty much used to people taking it out on me when something wasn’t functioning the way they wanted it to, so I didn’t cause him any grief. He looked like he appreciated it. At the next desk was a woman in her mid or late twenties yelling at the poor guy there. I just left and went to the ticket counter where I could get the hotel voucher. The woman joined me shortly after, still furious about the cancellation. She waited impatiently behind me, complaining she had to queue to get a hotel room. She was apparently living too far from the airport to go home. “How can you take it so calmly?” she asked me while the ticket clerk prepared my voucher. “Well, these people working here are not the ones responsible for the cancellation. As long as they treat me well, I see no need to batter them.” “Yes, but it’s just so… argh.” “We’ll just have to make the best of it,” I said and turned to look at the woman behind the desk. “Now, I’m sure we’ll get money for a cab to the hotel, so we don’t have to carry our heavy suitcases and then we can have a nice dinner at the hotel restaurant.” The ticket clerk looked up at me, smiling. She had clearly heard what I said and there was really no way she could avoid giving us the cab fare. Normally, they didn’t give a damn about how you got to the hotel, since it was next to the airport, but I knew the small tricks of the trade. It was a really hot evening and there was thunder in the air. You know the feeling: hot, heavy humid air all around you, like a blanket. We shared a cab to the hotel, which was a few minutes from the airport. Now, you might think you know what this was leading to, but there were no such thoughts in my mind. I love my wife, really, and just the thought of a little adultery could make me scared. I mean, either you suddenly have a jealous woman threatening to tell your wife if you don’t break up the marriage immediately and marry her or you get the clap or something worse. So no, I wasn’t even considering it. We checked in and everything was okay, until the receptionist asked us whether we needed two keys. “I’m sorry, you seem to have misunderstood. We are not together. We need separate rooms,” I answered politely. “Ehh… I think we have a problem then. You see, there is a conference at the hotel and we are fully booked. If you’re not going to share a room, one of you will have to go back and get a voucher for another hotel.” My female companion immediately blew a fuse. “What? First our flight is cancelled and now you haven’t got a room…” I put a hand on her shoulder to stop her. “My good man,” I said quietly. “Our flight has been cancelled and we need to be in the airport to catch the first flight tomorrow morning. If I have to go back, get another voucher, go into town and check in, it will hardly be worth the effort. I’ll have to get up before I go to bed. Now, we need two rooms and it can’t be impossible in a hotel this size.” I was still calm, but my patience was beginning to run out too. “I’ll tell you what we’ll do,” I continued. “Now, we’ll put our luggage in the room you have found and then we’ll eat a nice dinner. When we’ve finished eating, you’ll have found an extra room for us, okay?” “I’m sorry sir, but I don’t think I can.” “Sure you can.” “I’ll see what I can do, but I can’t promise you anything.” He didn’t look too pleased with the situation, but I had tried something like this before and usually they would come up with something. I was soon to realise that my troubles weren’t over yet. You know, it really was one of those weeks where I should have stayed in bed on Monday. When I opened the door to the room, I was almost knocked over by a heat wave. My God, they have booked us in the hotel sauna, I said to myself. It was 27 degrees C outside, but this room was facing south and had been heated to well over 30 C by the sun. I went inside, found the switch to the air conditioning, and turned the dial to full power. We dropped the suitcases and got out of there as fast as possible. It was now a couple of hours since we’d stood at the check-in desk at the airport. The time was a little past seven and the restaurant was reasonably empty. We got a nice table. We didn’t even discuss it, it was just natural to eat together. “Now, what should we have,” I said out loud, mostly to myself. “I don’t know what you are having,” she said, “but I’m fairly hungry, so I’ll have a complete three-course menu, starting with the smoked salmon on toast and steak for the main course. I’ll decide on dessert later. By the way, I’m Sofie. What’s your name?” “Oh, sorry. I’m Henry. Pleased to meet you.” I quickly glanced through the menu. “I think I’ll take the same. Since it’s the airline paying, how about a glass of champagne to accompany the salmon and a bottle of red for the steak. I think the 1982 St. Emillion looks like it’s worth drinking.” “I better leave that to you. You sound like you know a lot more about it than I do. I guess you go to fancy restaurants often. Do you travel a lot?” “No, not really. And I usually travel alone. I rarely bother to go to a restaurant when I’m by myself. It’s so boring to eat alone, so I just grab a sandwich or something.” “What do you do?” “Well, I install and maintain a computer system specially designed for advertising companies. Sometimes I visit the customer to update their system. It’s not really necessary to do it on the spot. Most of it can be done remotely, but my boss seems to think we need to be visible to the customer. If we just update their system remotely they don’t think they are getting anything.” “Sounds interesting.” “It isn’t really. Computers are boring in the long run and hotels and airports begin to look alike after a while.” “Beats working in a bank, I can tell you. I never get to go anywhere unless I pay myself. And then they cancel my flight. Just think if I had booked a hotel in Copenhagen. I would’ve had to pay for that anyway.” “When you get back, you should write a letter to the airline company and complain. Ask your travel agent to send it for you. And be sure to list any expenses you’ve had. They probably won’t give you a cash refund, but maybe a gift voucher for later use,” I said, enjoying giving away some of my hard earned traveling experience. “I might try and do that.” “Where were you going to stay? Do you have family in Copenhagen?” “No, one of my friends is studying there for six month. I’m going to stay with her until Sunday.” We carried on with light dinner conversation. I learned that she was 26, she had a boyfriend, they didn’t live together but they were engaged to be married. He couldn’t get Thursday and Friday off, so he was going to join her on Saturday. I told her she was having dinner with a 40 years old father of two, happily married for fifteen years. Just for the record, it is fifteen years with the same woman, which is a bit of an exception nowadays—at least judging from friends and colleagues. I also had time to get a better look at her. She looked fairly average. I mean, she was pretty, but not anything like a model. Something like 5’5” or maybe 5’6”. She was wearing a long, loose T-shirt, which made it hard to tell what her figure was like. She didn’t look fat, but she was definitely not extremely thin. Her hair was brownish, cut short, and only just covered her ears. She wasn’t wearing any makeup, as far as I could see, and in my opinion she didn’t need to. Her eyes were big and brown, her eyelashes very long, and her lips pale red. I felt flirtatious like I hadn’t felt in years, maybe even a little in love. I was thinking about a story I could put her into, to sort of keep her for more than this dinner, when she interrupted my thoughts. “Does something like this often happen to you?” “What do you mean, a cancelled flight?” “Yes.” “Well, this week has been really bad. I wouldn’t even have thought it possible, if I were to write about something like that.” “You write?” She asked, very interested. “No, not really,” I said and tried to change the subject, telling her about my perfect week. She forgot about the writing and laughed about my vivid description of my somewhat chaotic week. We were well into the main course and had almost finished the bottle of red St. Emilion, when she suddenly remembered the writing. “So, what do you write?” “Nothing, really. It’s just for fun.” “I’ve met a lot of people who were going to write the novel of the year and then quit their job and live off the royalties, but I don’t think I ever met one who actually started writing. Do you dream about doing it for a living too?” “No... well to be honest, I guess I do. All writers do. But the difficult thing isn’t to write the story. What is really difficult is to find somebody who will buy it. It will probably never happen. There are so many people out there, writing, not just talking about it. Right now, I just do it for fun.” “What do you write? Sci-Fi, crime, romance?” “It’s nothing, really. Just small stories.” I didn’t really want to tell her about it, but she didn’t give up. “Come on. Tell me about it. You are the first author I’ve met. Have you ever had anything published?” “A book? No.” “But isn’t it frustrating to write something nobody will ever read?” “I didn’t say nobody ever read it.” I was already telling her too much. Nobody knew about my little hobby and I had planned that it was going to stay that way. But maybe it was the wine that made me enjoy teasing her a little. “What do you mean? If you haven’t published anything, how can people read it?” “Well, I publish it on the Internet.” “Uh. I’ve never really been on the Internet. Can you do that, I mean, publish things there? Do you get paid?” “No, I don’t get paid. As I said, it’s only for fun.” “But why? If you don’t get any money, what do you get? I mean, it must take a lot of time, writing.” “I get letters and comments from people all over the world when I write something people like. It’s a great feeling to know that a lot of people like the stories I write.” “But there aren’t that many people who can read Danish, especially not outside Denmark.” “No, but I write in English. I know I sound very Danish, but my English is pretty good and I have a couple of nice people correcting my stories before I publish them.” “You mean, someone is proofing your stories, and they don’t get paid either?” Sofie looked like she didn’t believe a word of what I was saying. I guess working in a bank could lead you to think that nobody did anything except for money. “They do a lot of work for free. And I can’t tell you why they do it, but I’m very grateful that they do.” Sofie looked very thoughtful for a moment. “Do you have any of your stories with you? Can I read one?” At this point it was a little too late to stop. Yes, I could have told her I didn’t have any, but by now I was sure she wouldn’t stop before I had told her exactly what I was writing. And what the hell. She didn’t know me and we were most likely never going to meet again. If I told her the truth, she would probably be too embarrassed to ask more questions anyway. “Well, I have some of the stories I’m working on, on my computer, but you might not like the kind of stories I write.” “Why?” “Well, they’re erotic stories. Some would call it pornography. Some people like it, others don’t. But I do have female readers.” A moment of silence followed. Then she giggled. “Why?” “There are several reasons why. I like erotic stories myself. There are a lot of people reading them, which means there is a greater chance to get feedback. Without feedback, I’ll never become better at writing. Besides, the letters from readers are the only reward for writing in the first place, so why not write something that a lot of people read. The potential audience for surrealistic, modern poetry would probably be limited and so would the feedback,” I answered calmly. “You don’t look like someone who writes erotic stories.” She said, blushing a little. “Do I really look that bad? If I lost fifteen pounds, I’d be the same weight as when I was eighteen and there are only a few grey—okay, there are some grey hairs.” “No, it’s not that… but I’ve never... I don’t know what I had expected.” “Well, never judge a book by its cover.” “No, I guess not. Can I read one?” “I don’t know. I have never been this close to a person who has read my stories. Nobody knows I’m writing them.” I was suddenly terribly embarrassed. I was so used to hiding behind a pseudonym. “Please,” Sofie said, pleading with her eyes as well as her words. “I’ll think about it. But don’t say I didn’t warn you,” I said, mainly to hide my own embarrassment, I guess. We finished dinner and had a cup of coffee before we went back to the reception desk. I didn’t get a chance to ask the clerk about the room. “I’m sorry sir, but there isn’t a single room available,” he said as soon as he saw us. “Do you really mean to tell me that you want me to go back to the airport to get another hotel? I may as well sleep in the lobby.” “Well, I can get you a room at a hotel near Russell Square. There’s also a Forte Crest hotel and they have a room for you. We will pay the cab. It’s in Camden.” Sofie pulled me away from the desk. “I don’t mind sharing the room,” she whispered to me. “There were two beds and it’s only for one night. You don’t have to go into the city because of me.” Now, when we first met, I wasn’t thinking about adultery at all, but the conversation at dinner had sort of opened my mind to the possibility of more than just a dinner together. Not only did the thought cross my mind, I also began wondering if Sofie was walking down the same lanes in her mind. “Are you sure?” “Yes. Besides, I want to read one of your stories. Do we have a deal?” “Okay.” “Free choice of story?” “You drive a hard bargain,” I laughed. “Okay, I certainly would like to avoid going into town at this hour, just to get up at five.” I returned to the clerk. “We’ll share the room.” “Oh, good,” he sighed and smiled with relief. His trouble wasn’t over yet and neither was ours. When I opened the door to the room, I was once again met by a heat wave. I checked the air conditioner and it looked and sounded as if it was running at full speed. “Oh Goddammit!! The air conditioner is out of order. Just when we need it the most.” I was seriously about to lose my temper now. “Let’s open a window,” Sofie brilliantly suggested. But it was no use. The windows didn’t open. In any other English hotel, the windows would be fitted as if they were round windows put in square holes. I mean, try visiting London in the wintertime and you’ll be blown over by the cold draft from the windows. The English think they live in a subtropical climate or maybe they never really realised they had come back from India. They even have the plumbing on the outside of the house. Okay, it’s easier to get to, when you need to melt the ice in the pipes, but honestly. I tried hard to control my temper and reserve the upcoming storm for the hotel staff. “Sofie, why don’t you read a story while I go down to the reception and strangle the manager. I’ll show you where to find them.” I took out my laptop and showed her which directory the stories were in. She dropped down on the bed and began looking at the stories while I went down to the reception. I could see from the look on his face: he already knew. “The air conditioner.” I said calmly. “Ehhh yes. I’m terribly sorry, sir. There is a problem, but we can’t get it fixed until tomorrow.” “It is very hot in that room and I can’t seem to open the window. The handle is missing. Could you get me a handle or something, so I can open the window?” “I’m sorry, but you can’t open the window. That would disturb the air conditioning.” That was it. That was the straw that broke the camel’s back. “But the bloody air conditioner doesn’t work anyhow.” I yelled at him. “Ehhh no. I’m sorry. Yes… but it’s not possible to open the window. Sorry.” I was about to say a lot of things, fast and loud, but I gave up. “Okay. Well, I’m not paying the bill, so I think I will just throw the television through the window. That should open it.” I said sarcastically. The clerk looked at me, terrified. “Oh no, sir. Somebody might get hurt.” I couldn’t help laughing. “My good man. Do you honestly believe that I would throw a TV out of the window from the 9th floor?” “Well, sir. We meet all kinds of people from all walks of life. You’d be amazed if you knew what people do. I assure you, it’s nothing personal. We just have to take everything our customers say seriously.” “Okay, I promise. No TV through the window. But I might seriously consider filling the tub with ice.” “There is an ice machine down the corridor to the left on your floor, sir” He answered, without as much as raising an eyebrow. This guy really didn’t have any sense of humour at all. When I returned, Sofie was still lying on her tummy, reading. She must have been used to the heat. My shirt was soaked in sweat, but she seemed to be dry. She didn’t react when I told her there was nothing to do about the heat. She just nodded and kept on reading. I wondered what she had found. She obviously was very occupied by it and was a fast reader. Her eyes scanned down over the screen fairly fast. I looked at my soaked shirt and decided that a shower would be the optimal thing for me. I told her and she nodded again without taking her eyes off the screen. It was great to get a long, cooling shower and I felt like a new man when I got out. The room almost felt cooler when I came out with a towel around the waist. I had only just gotten out of the bathroom when there was a knock on the door. I opened the door as a reflex, not considering the dress code in such a situation. Outside was a nice, young woman in hotel uniform staring timidly at me. “Eh… Sorry to disturb you... I mean… With compliments from the hotel.” She handed me a tray with a bottle of champagne in a cooler and two tall glasses. “Well, thank you.” “Sorry to disturbed you,” she said as she backed away quickly, blushing fiercely. “Not at all. I had just finished showering,” I said, but she was already gone. Sofie tore herself away from the screen. “What was that?” she said and looked at me. “What are you up to?” “Well, as I told you, I took a shower. I usually shower without clothes. It seems to be a more effective way of getting clean. Room Service knocked on the door before I had the chance to slip into something more formal. They brought us this nice bottle of champagne free of charge. Whatever the story makes you think, I can assure you that my stories are fantasies and nothing else. It’s not an autobiography.” The Trip “Oops, sorry. I guess I wasn’t paying attention when you said you were going to shower.” Sofie blushed in the cutest way, just like a little girl. I put the tray on the bedside table between the beds and put on boxers and a t-shirt. “Fancy a glass of champagne?” “I will probably begin to act silly, but what the heck. I never realised it tasted so good.” She sat up and took the glass. “Cheers!” “Cheers.” “Uhm, it really tastes goooood,” Sofie said. “Haven’t you tasted it before?” “No, except with dinner this evening- I have always assumed it was snobbish rubbish, not really worth the money.” “I don’t know if it is, but it does taste good. Especially this variety.” “What is it?” Sofie said and stretched her neck to see the bottle. “It’s free.” “Argh, I thought you knew something about champagne.” “I don’t, really. I just know the names of a few brands. But I do like it and drink it as often as I can.” Sofie looked thoughtful. “It’s funny, I have always read a lot and kind of admired authors, but now that I’m sitting next to one, I don’t know what to ask him.” “I take it you didn’t like what you read?” “Oh no, quite the opposite, I was surprised at how much like a real story it is.” “Well, to me, they are real short stories and novels. Why should it be worse to write about sex than it is writing about violence?” “I didn’t mean it like that… well okay, I did, but… I don’t know. I don’t like violence but I like crime stories even when they are a little bloody. I guess it’s the way we are brought up. Sex is sinful.” “So is violence, at least according to the bible. ‘Thou shall not kill’ or something like that.” “Yes, but… sex is more sinful. That was why Adam and Eve were thrown out.” “I know, but it’s still wrong. Anyway, I take it as a compliment that you were surprised the way you were.” She looked thoughtful again. I poured another glass of champagne. The first one seemed to have evaporated in the hot room. “Where do you get the ideas? I mean, if it’s not something you have done yourself, where do you get them? I read part of a story about a couple of teenagers who kind of discovered sex together when they were rehearsing some scenes from a school play.” “Some of it is actually my own memories. Some of it is things others have told me about their lives and fantasies. Sometimes I just pick up pieces of conversation. It’s amazing what people talk about in public.” “You mean you eavesdrop on people?” “I don’t need to do that. One time, I was standing outside a shop waiting for my wife and there were these three girls, sixteen or seventeen, talking about how they like a boy to make love to them. I was only six feet away and I could hear every word.” Sofie just looked at me in awe so I continued. “Of course, it all melds together in my fantasy. I rarely use specific persons or events. Usually I blend them in with each other to form new persons. It’s too risky to take something a person has told me and put it directly into a story. You can do it if it is somebody’s fantasy, but not real events and people.” “I rarely discuss my sex life and fantasies with my friends and certainly not with male friends,” Sofie said, blushing but daring because of the champagne. “How do you get somebody to tell you. Is it something like ‘Sex, lies and videotape?’” “No, not really. Sometimes readers write to me to comment on my stories. I always reply and sometimes it turns into a longer exchange of letter and maybe a friendship. They tell me about their life and fantasies. Sometimes, readers write to me with a particular fantasy they have and ask if I can write a story about it. I generally don’t write custom-made stories, but I do get inspirations that way. It takes more than one or two lines from a reader. Most of it comes through exchanging more letters and gaining some sort of confidence in each other.” The champagne had loosened Sofie up and she lay down on the bed, facing me. “If I told you a fantasy of mine, would you write a story about it? For me? Have you ever done that, written a story for somebody?” “I have on special occasions. It depends on the person and on the fantasy. It has to be something I can relate to, too.” She was quiet for a moment. Then she smiled. “I think I would like that, but I’ll write it to you. I don’t think I can tell you face to face.” “It’s okay. Do you want my e-mail?” “I already have it. It was in one of the stories.” “How many did you read?” “Three,” she said and suddenly blushed fiercely. “You read ‘The Play’ or a part of it. What were the other two?” “One was a very short, unfinished story about a guy doing calligraphy on a girl’s body. It was kind of weird.” “It’s only a sketch. I don’t really know what I want to do with it. What was the last one?” “It was… some really kinky sex-scenes. I couldn’t really make out the story. Some kind of orgy.” “Did it shock you?” Sofie giggled. “No. I have some wild dreams sometimes. But I could never tell anybody.” “Well, I think you have read the story I write when I get too worked up and need to let off steam. I try to keep my stories realistic, but sometimes my fantasy just runs wild. In the beginning I put it into the stories and then deleted it afterwards when I read them, because it didn’t fit in. But it took too long to edit the stories, so now I have this story I use when I need to see something in print or just need to let off steam. It’s not for publication.” I looked at her. Her face was flushed and her eyes were shining feverishly. Maybe it was just the heat in the room, but I think it was something else too. “I… I would never want to do most of the things you… put into that one, but... it was kind of exciting to read it. I mean, even if you don’t want to do… stuff, it can be… exciting to dream about it.” Sofie looked timid and very excited at the same time. She hadn’t finished. I could feel that. “Sometimes, I feel like… doing something... wild... live some of my fantasies. Like, I would never want to be spanked or hurt or anything but… I think I would like… to try and... submit myself completely to a man... to be his... to let him control me and do whatever he demands of me.” She hid her blushing face in her hands. “Oh why am I telling you this? It’s so embarrassing,” She giggled, obviously embarrassed. “You’ve just read my fantasies. You don’t need to be so shy about yours.” This conversation was taking an interesting turn. I am a faithful husband, but a man can only take so much before nature takes over. This could prove to be just that “so much.” “You are… I’m not used to it… It’s…” She took a deep breath and looked at me. “Okay, have you ever tried completely dominating a woman while making love to her?” “No, I haven’t,” I answered truthfully. “Do… you want to?” she asked and looked down timidly. I didn’t mean to tease her, but it came out like that. “Depends on the girl.” “You know what I mean,” she frowned. “I didn’t mean it like that. I meant if the girl was willing to do it.” Sofie looked down again. “She is,” she whispered quietly. “Do you really trust me? You have only just met me and you have read through some of my fantasies. Are you sure you trust me enough to hand over complete control to me?” “I trust you. If you can write stories like the one with the school play, you can’t be all that bad.” “You can trust me and we can stop at any time you want, but you have no way of knowing that for sure. I might tie you to the bed and call for somebody to come and fix the air conditioner. You have no way of knowing.” “Female intuition.” Sofie got up and stood in front of me. “Take me. Take me in any way you want. Make me yours this night,” she said, melodramatically. We both laughed, but the mood changed completely. Words were suddenly obsolete. I got up and embraced her. “We can stop whenever you want to,” I whispered to her. She didn’t speak, just nodded to acknowledge. I began undressing her, pulling her t-shirt over her head. As I had expected, she was a little chubby. Her bra was plain white cotton containing a nice pair of small breasts, which I unwrapped next. I stepped back a little to admire her breasts. They were so beautiful, pointing slightly upward, playfully. Sofie stood passively, not daring to look at me, maybe as part of the game, maybe because she was a little embarrassed. I reached out and touched her nipples lightly, making her shiver. Yes, she was pretty, although not the typical heroine of an erotic story. Her jeans were hugging her hips tightly, making her soft tummy look chubbier than it really was, but I found that cute. I continued to unwrap this gift from heaven. It was difficult to open the button in her tight jeans, but I succeeded without pinching her too badly. Down and off they went, leaving her only covered by a pair of white cotton panties. A distinct, dark patch was clearly visible between her legs and a few hairs had escaped the panties. She didn’t shave or trim her pubic hair. “Turn around,” I commanded her. She turned, but there wasn’t really room enough between the two beds. “Stand on the bed.” The soft mattress almost made her lose her balance and she giggled, falling out of the submissive role for a second, but resuming it when she had steadied herself close to the edge of the bed, standing with her lovely back to me, her legs slightly apart. “Bend forward and hold on to your knees.” Sofie complied and the panty fabric stretched out over her lovely arse. I ran my hands over the two globes, moving down to the hot, naked skin of her upper thighs. Her inner thighs were smooth and soft. I moved up again and traced the rim of her panties from the slightly damp crotch up over her buttocks. With both hands I pulled the panties down over her arse, but not all the way down. I left them just below her buttocks. Considering her unstable position, I caressed her soft buttocks very lightly, then ran a finger down along the crack. I wriggled it in between the panties and her damp, hot pussy lips. Sofie swayed dangerously but kept her balance. She was more than damp. When I retracted my finger, it was glistening with moisture. “This really turns you on, doesn’t it?” I asked her. “Yes,” She whispered. “Are you thinking of all the things that could happen now?” “Yes,” she said, her voice trembling. “Does it frighten you?” “Yes,” she whimpered. I slipped my finger in between her pussy lips, upward into her vagina. “But you still want to do everything I tell you to?” “Yes.” “Tell me,” I said, slowly moving my finger in her. “Please, make me do everything.” She moaned. “Make me a person in your story. Use me as you want to. Even if it hurts a little. I want to be yours completely.” “I get no pleasure from hurting you, and neither do you. I want to give you pleasure in ways you haven’t tried before,” I said. I didn’t really know what she had or hadn’t done before, but it sounded good. Okay, maybe a little too much like a late 19th century novel. I might have asked her to call me master or something like that instead, to emphasize my dominance, but it wouldn’t feel right. This was a story, a story we were to write this night with her as the main character. I wasn’t going to use her for my pleasure, I was going to use her for our pleasure. This story was going to be for both of us. I retracted my finger and pulled her panties down to her knees. “Take your panties off and spread your legs a little more.” With both hands on her hips, I leaned down and kissed her buttocks all over. The sweet fragrance of her perfume mixed with the musky fragrance of her arousal. A fine film of perspiration covered her. I licked her buttocks, close to her pussy lips and tasted the salty sweat. Licking closer, almost over her puffy lips, I tasted a different taste, the sweet taste of her sex. I felt a strong urge to push her over and bury my face between her legs, but I waited. I spread her buttocks and kissed my way down from the top of the crack to her pussy lips. Sofie began to sway again, her legs trembling. “Get down on the floor again and face me.” I said, still holding her hips to steady her. She turned and jumped down on the floor, making her breast jiggle a little. My God, those small breasts were lovely. “Take off my shirt.” Obediently, she pulled my shirt over my head, stepped back and looked down, not at the floor, but at my boxers. I didn’t order her to take them off me. Instead, I reached for the champagne cooler and dipped my fingers in the ice water. Then I put my cold fingers on her nipples. Sofie gasped and her nipples hardened instantly between my fingers. I had to taste her nipples. I had to taste all of her but right now, I had to taste her nipples. I leaned down and sucked her left nipple into my mouth. The rubbery texture mixed with the salty taste was exciting. I lashed my tongue over it, flipped it from side to side, and bit it lightly. I did everything I possibly could imagine to her lovely nipple. She squirmed, pressing her thighs tightly together and bucking her hips like I was giving her small electrical shocks. Her right breast was just as lovely as her left and I paid as much attention to it as I had done to its twin. I was reluctant to let go, returning again and again, just when Sofie expected me to stop. Finally, I had to get up, because my back was hurting from the awkward position. Sofie was blushing and hot. Her hair, wet from sweating, clung to her face. She looked up at me with shining eyes, filled with anticipation. “You are so beautiful,” I said as I looked at her. “Thanks, but…” “No but. You are very beautiful. You don’t look like a model, but that’s what I love, a real beauty, not some artificial product made of makeup and silicone. You are a true beauty.” Sofie looked at me, blushing. A brilliant smile spread over her face, making her eyes sparkle. “You really mean it.” “Yes I do,” I said, then tried to get back in the dominating role. “Now lie down on the bed.” Sofie sat on the bed and lay down on her back. Up to this point, it wasn’t really a problem to act dominating, but I wondered if I could go through with it in a convincing manner. It was so easy to write about it, but to actually do it was something else. Some of the things I had written would sound and look absolutely ridiculous if they were to be acted out in real life. “Sofie, have you ever showed a man how you touch yourself?” “Touch myself?” “How you satisfy yourself?” “No.” She sounded slightly choked. I think she knew what I was going to tell her to do next. “Show me.” Her mouth formed the word “no,” but not a sound came out. She hesitated for a second, then lifted her hands and spread her legs a little. Her hands moved up her inner thighs, then she hesitated again. She closed her eyes and put both hands on her pussy, spreading the lips with her left hand and sliding one finger in between. “Oh God,” she gasped as her finger slid up to touch her clit. “I’m so wet.” “Spread your legs and let me see how wet you are.” She obediently spread her legs a little more. “Does it turn you on to show yourself off?” “Yesss,” she gasped and spread her legs wide apart. “Show me how you use your fingers in your pussy.” “Oh God. How can I do this in front of you?” “Because you want to show me how hot you are.” Sofie slipped a finger into her vagina, still rubbing her clit with her other hand. I had always wanted to see a woman masturbate in reality, not just on film. Somehow, the porn industry’s average masturbation movie clip didn’t look very real to me. This was the real thing. But I wanted to bring her off myself, so I had to stop her soon. “Do you touch your arse when you masturbate?” “No,” she moaned, then changed her mind. “God, it’s so embarrassing. Yes, I do.” “Show me.” She hesitated, but she was too excited to stop now. Slowly, she pulled the wet finger from her soaking vagina and, pulling up her legs, she began to circle her tiny arsehole. Her breathing was ragged and it wouldn’t be long before she was going to come. “Stop!” I said and knelt on the bed between her legs. She didn’t comply immediately, so I pulled her hands away and held them. Sofie opened her eyes and looked at me with a glassy stare. I considered for a moment if she was expecting me to punish her for not reacting promptly, but it didn’t feel right. Still holding her hands, I leaned down and kissed her inner thigh. “Do you like to have a man eat your pussy?” “I don’t know.’ She gasped, shivering each time my lips touched her thighs, closer and closer to her pussy. “Have you fantasized about it?” “Yesss.” “Do you want me to do it?” “Yesss.” “Tell me what you want me to do.” “Lick my… pussy. Please. Eat me, bite me, just make me come,” she wailed. My lips had reached her pussy. I planted a hard, craving kiss on her swollen, hairy lips before I darted my tongue inside and began to explore the folds and crevices. The effect was staggering. Sofie raised herself from the bed, pushing against my mouth. She whimpered loud and strained her muscles. I could feel the pull in her arms. This was happening faster than I had expected. I sucked her clit into my mouth, rubbing my tongue hard against it. Sofie threw her head from side to side. Her body stood like a fully bent bow, ready to send the arrow off. Her stomach began convulsing and a hissing sound told me the arrow was about to leave the bow. Her thighs closed around my head. She ground herself against me, rotating her hips. I held on to her hands and kept sucking her clit until she released my head and begged me to stop. I crawled up to her and cuddled her, giving her time to recover. It took a couple of minutes for her to get back to earth. “It was fantastic,” she finally said when she had caught her breath again. “You hadn’t tried it before?” “No. We… haven’t tried anything like that. I have only… dreamed of it. One of my friends told me about it, but I haven’t dared to ask my boyfriend to do it.” “And you have never tried to take him in your mouth?” “No.” “Is it part of your fantasies when you masturbate?” “Yes.” She had looked a little tired after her orgasm, but the glow was returning to her eyes. “Open your mouth.” She looked questioning at me, but opened her mouth. Slowly I brushed two fingers over her lips, tracing them all the way around before I put my fingers into her mouth. She closed her lips around them and sucked. “Use your tongue.” Her tongue swirled around my fingers. Slowly, I inserted the fingers deeper then pulled back, but she quickly sucked them in again. I was dying to feel her lips close around the head of my cock. Pulling my fingers from her mouth, I got up. Sofie rolled around to lie on her stomach, resting on her elbows. My crotch was right in front of her head. She could just reached my boxers and pull them down over my cock while she rested on her elbows. My cock popped out in her face, making her jerk her head back in surprise. Then she looked at the hard cock right in front of her. “Rub it on your face.” She rubbed her face against my cock, smearing the precum on her cheeks and lips. Tentatively, she licked her lips and tasted the fluid. “Do you like the taste?” “Uh huh,” Sofie hummed, still rubbing my cock over her lips. “Open your mouth.” She opened up wide without hesitation. Slowly, I let my cock enter, continuing until it hit the back of her mouth. Sofie attempted to get more into her mouth, or rather, down her throat, but it was no good. She couldn’t suppress her gagging. I pulled back. “Don’t choke yourself.” “How do they do it, you know, take it all in.” She asked, still trying to clear her throat. The Trip “I have read about it, but I don’t think I’m qualified to give lectures.” The dominant role was difficult to maintain. I couldn’t really keep it up. I was probably not cut out for that role. Sofie opened her mouth again. This time, I didn’t go deep. She sucked like a Hoover. Her lips closed tightly around my cock and the foreskin was pushed back, exposing the head to her soft tongue. It felt really good, but not good enough for me to come. I love a blowjob, but it rarely makes me come. “Touch yourself while you suck my cock.” She looked up at me, still sucking, but I could see a wicked smile in her eyes. It was me, ordering her to do it, but I was no longer “forcing” her to do anything. It didn’t really matter any more. We were way past living out a fantasy of hers or mine. Sofie spread her legs and slipped her left hand under her stomach. It was a bit awkward for her to rest on only one elbow, so I asked her to roll over and lie on her back. She did it without question. “Touch yourself again and open your mouth.” It was actually too late for me to order her to do it. I knelt over her head and slipped my cock into her open mouth. This was a much better position because I could see what she was doing with her hands and I could play with her lovely, small tits. But in the long run, it was exhausting to hover over her head. My legs were beginning to tremble and not only from the exquisite treatment she was giving my cock. Suddenly, I lost my balance, just a little bit. I fell slightly forward and my cock was pressed deeper into her mouth, trying to enter her throat. I could see her throat bulge and her stomach convulsing from the sudden intrusion. A strange, choking sound caught in Sofie’s throat. I pulled back instantly. Sofie swallowed hard a couple of times, took a deep breath, and put her left hand on my thigh. One more time, this time deliberately, I pressed the head of my cock almost into her throat. Her stomach convulsed violently as she desperately tried to swallow my cock. Then she took her hand away from my ass to make me pull back again. Her right hand had stopped moving while my cock tried to enter her throat, but while she swallowed hard to keep her composure, it began to move again. I was pretty sure it wasn’t a pleasure for her to have my cock forced almost into her throat, but it apparently excited her. Me too, for that matter. It was something I had never dreamed of experiencing. She wasn’t quite there yet, but my cock was still in her mouth and maybe the third time would do it. We did make one more attempt. I could feel the muscles of her throat massaging the head of my cock. I was so engrossed by her bulging throat that I missed her sign and didn’t pull back before I noticed that the muffled, guttural groans was sounding louder. It was only a question of a second or two, so it didn’t cause any harm. I pulled my cock out of her mouth to let her breathe freely. She coughed and swallowed hard a few times. Her eyes were shining feverishly again. “Fuck me,” she said. “Now!” At that point, my other head began functioning again. Condoms! Shit, here I was, a responsible father, always telling my own kids how dangerous unsafe sex was and what was I doing the first time in twenty years I had sex with anybody but my wife? All the things I shouldn’t do with a stranger and I had forgotten all about condoms. I had written too many stories where I could rule out the possibility of venereal diseases or I had lived too many years in a monogamous relationship where I didn’t have to worry about it. Well, no matter what, we needed a condom now. And I didn’t have any. I knew the men’s room in the hotel lobby would be a sure place to find a machine, but it would kind of break the spell. Shiiit. “Damn, Sofie, we don’t have any condoms. We should have…” “I have some in my suitcase,” Sofie said and scrambled out of bed. She had condoms? Of course. Her boyfriend was supposed to join her Saturday. Great. I was certainly not in the mood for a trip down to the men’s room. The same desire that had made me forget all about the condoms quickly made me push away any worries about what had already happened. Sofie rummaged in her suitcase and found the condoms. She jumped back into bed and handed me the package. I ripped it open and handed the condom back to her. “You put it on, then. I’ll keep the fire burning.” I turned around facing her crotch. “How… how do I put it on?” “Haven’t you tried it before?” I asked, a little surprised. “No. He always puts it on.” “It’s about time you learn. Sometimes, it can be a lot more fun, if the woman puts it on.” I began to explain how the foreskin had to be pulled back and she had to make sure she put it on with the right side up. If not, it would be pretty difficult to put it on. And no air-pockets inside. She listened as I explain. When I had finished, I leaned back to give her room to work. She approached the task very seriously. First step was to pull back the foreskin. Using both hands, she pulled it back, then examined my cock to make sure it was pulled back all the way. She even licked a finger and traced the rim of the head, just to make sure. Then she took the condom and placed it on the tip, ready to roll it down over my cock. But before she rolled it down, she had to make sure the foreskin was pulled back one more time. Actually, she put the condom down again and just played with the foreskin. Realising that it would take her some time to put the condom on, I turned around again. Not because it was boring to follow and feel her “condom-training,” but I was sure it would be even better if I could explore her pussy while she was doing it. A moment ago I would definitely have used my mouth and tongue to explore, but something in the back of my mind told me to behave responsibly and use my fingers. We’ve had enough unsafe sex. Besides, fingers could be just as useful. That was, after all, what we both used when we were alone. Sofie finished experimenting with the foreskin and began to roll the condom down over my cock. In the meantime, I had distracted her a little, circling my finger around her clit. But as soon as she had finished, she began rolling the condom off again. “I’d better try one more time to make sure I have learned it properly” she said, sounding very excited. I was beginning to have my doubts as to whether or not I would be able to handle one more of her training sessions. Her hands felt very good on my cock when she played with the foreskin and the head. But what the hell. We was going to stay here all night and the way Sofie was acting, she might just be able to get my cock up one more time. Again, she spent a long time making sure the foreskin was pulled back. Her fingers traced the rim and brushed down the shaft, just to make sure. Driving me crazy, that was what she was doing. Her warm soft hands felt so good. For some reason she also needed to play with my balls a little to get the condom on. It was really driving me crazy. So I did the same. Like before, I circled around her clit with one finger, tickled her opening with another finger, and a third was teasing her arsehole. It didn’t make it easier for her to put the condom on, but it was good for her to learn it under stress. She used the same condom, but when she tried to roll it on the second time, she could only get it half way. “It… won’t,” she gasped, very distracted by my finger. “I have… Oh God… to take… uuuuhmmm… another.” She hadn’t put the rest of the package back into the suitcase, just dropped them on the bed. She opened another and this time she immediately began to roll it on. It was becoming increasingly difficult for her to concentrate as I had snaked one finger into her vagina and one into her arsehole. As soon as it was on, she pushed back hard against my fingers. “Fuck me. I need to feel you in me,” she moaned. “I want you on top. I want you to ride me,” I replied. Sofie straddled me and I guided my cock to her opening. Slowly, she impaled herself on my protruding spear. God, it was slow. I felt my cock being squeezed in a vice. With agonising slow speed, she finally got me all the way inside. Her eyes had been closed while she descended on me, but now she opened them and looked down at me. “Tell me to do something,” she gasped, sounding and looked so aroused. “Tell me to do something naughty.” My mind was racing for a moment, trying to think like it was one of my stories. I raised my hands to her tits. “Touch yourself. Play with your clit and your arse while you fuck me.” Normally I never used the word fuck. It was so vulgar, but it was suitable in this situation. We both wanted to be vulgar. It didn’t really turn me on to order her to touch herself, but watching her doing it was so hot. And it really turned her on when I ordered her to do things. Still looking down at me, she began to play with her clit. I could see it in her eyes when her finger made contact. Then she put her left hand behind her back and began to play with her arse. I could feel her fingers brushing over my balls. Deep inside her, my cock felt her body respond to the caresses. “You are so sexy. Does it make you hot to play with yourself while I’m watching and my cock is deep inside you?” “Oh God. It’s so naughty.” “Does it make you hot to be a really naughty girl?” “Yesss.” “Tell me what you are doing.” “I’m… rubbing my clit and... oh God, it’s so... I’m playing with my arsehole.” “What are you doing with your arsehole?” “Ohhh... I . . pushing my... finger into... Oh God, oh God, oh gawd.” Sofie threw her head back and I could feel her finger enter through the thin membrane that separated the two holes. The finger on her clit was working hard and fast. Her pussy muscles were rippling around my cock, almost like she was moving a little, but she wasn’t, which was really good, because I wanted this to last forever. It was so wild. I had been playing gently with her nipples, but the excitement made me pinch them a little harder than I had intended, making Sofie whine. “Yesss, pinch my nipples. Oh gaaaaawd.” “Imagine there is a man behind you and it’s him who is in you. Push your finger deeper,” I gasped, trying desperately to hold back. “He’s… in my... arrrrrse,” Sofie whimpered. “You’re….both… in meeeeeeeeeiiiiii.” Her words turned into a high pitched squeal. Her finger was deep inside her arse. I could feel her pussy tighten around my cock. Her first orgasm had been quiet and intense, this one was an explosion. It was just too much. I began to bounce her up and down on my cock with all my force, holding on to her tits. Sofie had to move her hand from her pussy quickly to avoid it being crushed between us. I think it took me about 30 seconds to catch up with her. Before her orgasm had peaked, I began to fill the condom. The wild ride continued for a few seconds more until my last rigid jerk. Sofie collapsed on top of me. We were both gasping to catch our breath and we were soaked in sweat. We lay in the aftermath for long time while my cock dwindled inside her. We didn’t have energy enough to move when my cock and the condom fell out of Sofie’s pussy. We were absolutely wasted. In the end we had to get up. We were sticky and superheated and we needed a bath. We just showered then went back to bed. This time to sleep. Sleeping in a sauna isn’t pleasant, but the room cooled slightly during the night and the temperature was down to something like 25 degrees when I woke in the morning. We had the ventilator fan in the bathroom running all night and I guess it helped a little. We had slept in separate beds. It was simply too hot to lie close together. The wakeup call was at six and I was still very sleepy when the phone rang. I sat up and looked over at Sofie, nude on her bed. She looked just as pretty as yesterday, even with her hair clinging to her head. We had both been sweating like hell all night and surely needed a bath again. But first I needed to relieve my bladder. When I got back, Sofie was stretching her body and purring like a kitten. We looked timidly at each other for a second, then we both began to laugh. Here we were, two adults acting like bashful teenagers. “Good morning. How are you feeling?” I asked her. “Fine, but a little sore. I think I bruised something down there last night. It feels like somebody has pounded the bone with a hammer.” “I know what you mean,” I grinned. My pubic bone felt fairly sore too. “We better get a shower and some breakfast. How about showering together? That will save us a little time,” she said with a smile. I seriously doubted the timesaving effect of showering together and I proved to be right, but it was still a great idea. Soaping and washing each other inevitably led to a lot of touching and we ended up in bed again, quickly putting on a condom. We made love, lying like spoons, side by side. It was nothing like the wild and naughty ride last night, but it was good and tender. We said goodbye in the baggage claim area in Copenhagen, both knowing we probably would never see each other again. This had been a lovely little adventure, nothing more, and neither of us really wanted it to be more. Six months later, I got an E-mail from somebody, signing as “S.” She had just gotten a computer as a present from her husband. I hadn’t forgotten about Sofie and I was pretty sure it was from her, but there were no clear signs in the short letter. I replied as always and got a longer letter back, where she told me a little about herself, but also that she wanted to stay anonymous. But she would like to tell me some of her fantasies and she would be very happy if I used them as inspiration for my stories. The first one took place in a hotel room with no air conditioning. End The Trip They had been planning this trip for some time now. Things between Them had gotten kind of strained. With him working as much over time as he could and her working longer hours. They were arguing more too it seemed. He was always suspicious of her if she went somewhere alone. Thoughts and accusations of the possibility that she was cheating is what mostly colored their arguments. So she planned on showing him once and for all on this trip that he had nothing to fear. She sighed as she leaned against the railing of the ship. The rocking of the ship, the sights and sounds of the ocean all so peaceful. She jumps a little at the feel of his arms sliding around her waist from behind. "Couldn't sleep baby?" he whispers as his lips nuzzle her neck. "Just enjoying the quiet," she sighs as she runs her hands up through his hair and pulls his mouth to hers for a passionate kiss. "Come back to bed," he growls against her mouth as he thrusts his hips once dragging his erect, covered cock against her ass letting her feel how bad he wants her. "Baby," she gasps, as she glances at a couple walking towards them. "Let them see how much I want you," he says as his hands slide up to cup her breasts through the tee-shirt she was wearing. His fingers rubbing the sensitive peaks through the flimsy fabric. They hear the couple walk by without so much as a comment. She turns in his arms and presses her hard nipples against his chest. "See how much I want you?" she whispers breathlessly. "Come on," he says. As he leads her back to their quarters. Once inside he pulls her tee up over her head. Leans his head down to suck and lick on her peaked nipples. She moans as she runs her hands through his hair. "Oh God yes!" she gasps as she feels his mouth moving from her breasts and down her stomach pulling her shorts and thong down at the same time. Her legs spreading as her fingers dig into his shoulders. He licks over her pussy lips. Then gently spreads her lips with his tongue and tastes her sweetness. He licks up and down between her soaked delicate folds. Her breathing heavier as he concentrates his licking, wiggling tongue more over her clit. She lets out a whimper as he slides his tongue down to penetrate her. Feeling her legs go weak he lifts her up and carries her to the bed. Placing her in the middle of the huge bed he strips off his own sleep wear quickly. His own body shaking from desire as he moves between her legs. He groans as he takes his cock and slides it between her moist cunt lips. "Oh yes fuck me!" she moans out. Breathing heavy as he holds his cock and pushes into her tight little hole. She tenses for a moment adjusting to his cock. Then her hips start to thrust pushing her pussy up onto his swollen throbbing member. His moans loud as he pumps his cock into her tight juicy cunt slowly. Her moans almost screams as she rocks her hips to his thrusts making his thick cock rub her walls. His cock swelling harder as he lifts her legs to his shoulders. Driving his cock deeper and harder as her cunt begins to spasm around his cock. "That's it bitch cum on my cock," he groans. "Oh God that feels good!" he moans out as he feels her cumming around his cock. He grinds the head of his cock against her back wall, fucking her cunt faster as his balls tighten. He screams out as his balls release and spray his cum deep inside her spasming pussy. They both fall asleep wrapped in each other's arms. He awakens around nine a.m. in the morning. The sun spilling in through the curtains. The smell of fresh coffee drifting through the cabin. He reaches over only to find her gone yet again. Dressing himself casually and sipping his coffee as he tries to keep calm he'll look for her all right. Slightly pissed as he slams the door with a click. He jumps as he hears her say, "Your up, morning baby." He turns around seeing her laying on a lounger outside their room. Her flimsy bikini, oil slicked body, and sun kissed blonde hair giving him an instant erection. "Book any good?" he asks as he sits beside her and tries to conceal his erection. A devilish grin lights up her blue eyes as she eyes the bulge in his pants and huskily says, "Not as good as you." "Thought I was off with another man hmmm?" she says as she gets up and wiggles her ass walking towards the railing. He's right behind her smiling as he slips his arms around her. "Crossed my mind, yes, but I can see now you'll never cheat." "You're damn right!" she says as she holds his hands to her stomach and grinds her ass into his crotch. Rubbing her firm almost naked little ass against the hard bulge in his jeans. "Looking for trouble early aren't we?" he asks her. "Yes," she whispers. His hard cock against her ass making her pussy ache. "Oh God not out here!" she cries as she feels him moving aside her bikini bottoms. "Might be fun," he groans as he undoes his zipper, takes out his cock, and presses the head of his cock against her puckered little opening. He covers her mouth with his hand smothering her scream as he pushes the tip in. His lips nibbling the sensitive spot behind her ear as he holds for a moment letting her ass adjust to the swollen thickness of his cock. Then he groans in her ear as he begins to stroke his cock in an out of her asshole. Short and deep strokes so far away onlookers can't see what they are up to. Her hands gripping the rail, moaning quietly as she pushes her ass back on his cock meeting his thrusts. The thought of being caught making them even more aroused. She gasps as he slips his hand in the front of her bikini bottoms. Stroking his fingers over her hard little clit as his cock starts to pound her ass harder. As her pussy starts to spasm she groans out, "Oh God cumming!" He feels her asshole pulse around his cock milking it. Feeling her cum, he grabs her hips and shoves his cock into her ass deeper, harder, and faster. "Ahhhh!" He groans out as his cock erupts, exploding, spilling his hot cum into her ass. Pulling out of her ass and righting their clothes. He turns her around and kisses her passionately as he whispers, "Well, I'd say our trip is going good so far..." The Trip Jill was sitting on the steps to her apartment, she was waiting for David he was coming to pick her up and take her all the way back to his place. Jill and David had a long distance relationship, and she got to see him so rarely that she couldn't wait for him to get here. She could already feel her panties getting wet, just sitting here thinking about him. The plan had been that he'd come pick her up; they'd stop to get something to eat and get back on the road so he could have her at his place. The drive to his house would take six hours at least; she thought she'd just have to make the drive very interesting. She wanted to dress all up for him, but it was so hot, summer in Oklahoma! She had only managed a sexy knee length black skirt with slits that ran all the way to tops of her thighs, and a nice dark blue lacy tank top that showed her black bra underneath, she topped it all off with a strappy pair of high heels, that just added a little height to her long legs. She sat there on the steps, her body sweating so much that her clothes were pasted to her. She would have gone inside, but the air conditioner was broke again, David said he'd take a quick look at; he was good at fixing things. Jill decided to light up a cigarette; she'd smoked three already while she was sitting here waiting for David. Just then the door across from hers opened up, it was Ms. Smithen and nice old lady that would sometimes watch her children when she had to run to the store, or if the babysitter called in sick. "Jilly, what ya doing sitting out here, on a blistering day like today?" Asked Ms. Smithen. "Well, I'm waiting for David, he's coming to pick me up. We are going to spend sometime at his house." Explained Jill. "What about your kids?" Asked Ms. Smithen. "Ms. Smithen I told you about this, they are at their father's house for the summer. I decided instead of sitting around the apartment missing them David and me would take advantage of this time." Said Jill. "Well, good for you Jilly, I rarely see you doing anything fun, just work and taking care of those sweet babies of yours. You need to have some fun." Said Ms. Smithen. Ms. Smithen walked her way past Jill on the stairs and reached the bottom and took a good look at Jill's outfit. "Well, David and me plan to have a lot of fun this visit," said Jill. "By the looks of that outfit I know what kind of fun you have in mind. Jilly, you look too skinny," said Ms. Smithen. "Ms. Smithen, yes we plan to have a lot of that kind of fun, and it's taken a lot of work to recover after having my babies and then my divorce, but if you think I look too skinny then I'll just take it as a complement." Said Jill. "Oh you know it's just an old person's view on things, you look great really. Wish me luck, I'm going to the bingo hall, maybe I'll get to have some of your kind of fun tonight," Said Ms. Smithen. "Good luck Ms. S, hope you get to jump some cute old guys bones tonight," said Jill with a smile. "Oh my! Jilly!" said Ms. Smithen as she walked away laughing. Jill knew Ms. Smithen's first name was Merva, but she just couldn't call her by her first name, she had learned young to respect her elders, even the ornery elders like Ms. Smithen. But, Ms. Smithen was the best neighbor you could have. As Ms. Smithen got in her car and drove off Jill's thoughts returned to David. She missed him terribly, the last time he'd been able to come out for a visit was around spring break time, when her ex once again had the kids. The kids had met David a few times, and he had even brought his own kids once, they all had fun going to museums, amusement parks, and such, but David and Jill had practically no time to themselves, even when the kids all were asleep they were too tired for much of anything. David and Jill had arranged it this time so that each of their exs would have their kids for the time. Jill was going to have David all to herself for three whole weeks, she couldn't wait, she didn't know what they'd do for the whole three weeks, all she was concerned about was today. She wanted him so bad now; she hadn't been laid since the last time about three or four months ago. Suddenly she saw his truck pull into the apartment complex, was it really his truck she couldn't be sure, there so many freaking trucks in Oklahoma she couldn't tell one from the other. The she saw a glint of a green ball cap and knew it had to be him. She jumped up from the steps already giddy as a schoolgirl, even though 27 years was long past schoolgirl. She saw the truck pull around the drive to the parking lot right in front of her apartment. She ran out to meet him. She was at the door of his truck before he was even able to get the door open. David was finally able to get the door open with Jill jumping up and down beside it. Between the jumps David was able to get a good look at Jill and damn she looked good, her short curly brown hair bouncing right along with her and her green eyes just gleaming at him. David finally steps out of the truck and Jill just throws her arms around his neck, his arms grasp her around the waist, they kiss long and passionately. David has kissed these lips numerously, but every time she kisses him, his cock tries to get hard instantly and he has to think it back down. "Oh god I'm so glad you're finally here, I've missed you so much," says Jill. "I've missed you too hon. Damn you look good," says David. "Well, you can have me right now, if you wanna, I'm ready, willing, and able." Teased Jill. "I'm sure you are, but I want to get back on the road as soon as possible. The faster we get back to my house the faster our visit really starts," said David. "Well, I'll try to behave until then, but no promises." Said Jill. " Fair enough," said David. David goes into Jill's apartment and takes a look at her air conditioner, but it is beyond repair, and promises to buy her one when she has to go back home. They decide to get a quick bite to eat at restaurant across from Jill's apartment complex. The couple is seated at a table in the back. While they are eating their food, Jill takes her shoe off and eases her foot along David's leg and up into his crotch, the table has a long skirt around it so none of the other patrons can see what Jill's foot is up to. Jill carries on like she is doing nothing to David just sitting there jabbering to him and taking bites of her food every now and then. Jill drives David crazy; she has always driven him crazy since they first met, but crazy in a good way. David is trying to tell his cock to behave, even though Jill's foot won't behave. Jill suddenly declares she is finished eating. Then her foot suddenly leaves the depths of David's crotch, he is relieved his cock was no longer obeying, in a few minutes he was just going to have to take Jill right there in the middle of the restaurant. Jill does this curious little wiggle, David knows she up to something, and she then pushes her fork off on to the floor. Picks up the fork and replaces it on the table, and then announces to David she has to go to the bathroom. Jill couldn't take it anymore, she wanted David and she wanted him now. She'd been teasing him with her foot, and she could tell that David wanted her too, so she decided to jump for it. She finished her meal and released David's crotch of her roaming foot. She did a little wiggle and was able to push her panties all the way down her legs the panties were soaked anyways. She pretended to drop her fork on the floor, she knew that David could see through her play-acting, but she gave it her best performance anyway. When she bent down to pick up the fork she also took off the panties from around her ankles. She hid the panties in her hand, and came back up to the table and replaced the fork, and announced to David she needed to use the bathroom. Jill gets up from the table and walks over to David's side of the table, bends over to him with her lips gently touching his ear and her hand with hidden panties inside in his lap. "Met me in the last stall of the men's bathroom," whispers Jill in to David's ear. Jill walks off in the direction of the bathroom, David looks down at his lap where Jill had her hand and sees something there, he picks it up, but not so much that the other customers can see. David can't believe it, it's a little pair of lacy black panties, Jill's panties. Suddenly David's cock shoots straight up, no thinking this one down. Jill can't believe what she's going to do; she's never done anything as wild as this before. All of Jill and David's sexual encounters have been in one bedroom or another, hers, his, or a hotel, she did some interesting things to him in those bedrooms but just in the bedroom. Jill's stomach starts to get a bit of butterflies, but she still going to go for it, she wants David now. Jill enters the men's bathroom, looks around a bit. "All men better leave! I gotta clean this john so if ya don't want me to see yer little wee wee, ya all better get outta here," yells Jill adding a little more touch to her southern draw. The men's bathroom seems to be empty, thank goodness, but she checks each stall just in case. She gets to the last stall and stands there, waiting for David; she hopes he'll come. She hears the bathroom door open and holds her breath, then the stall door comes open, it's David. "What are you doing?" asks David. Jill doesn't answer she just throws her arms around his neck and kisses him hard on the mouth, forcing her tongue between his lips. She kisses David deeply probing his mouth with her tongue; still kissing she unwraps her arms from around his neck, and goes roaming to the fly of his jeans. She unbuttons his jeans, and stops kissing him for a moment so she can pull the jeans and his underwear down around his ankles. David at this point doesn't have enough blood in his head for any rational thought, all the blood has moved to his cock. Jill sees David's fully erect cock, and grabs a hold of it. While stroking his cock she manages to move his body until his backside is facing the toilet. Jill gently pushes David so that he is now sitting on the toilet. Jill pulls her skirt up around her middle, and David can see the smoothness of her shaved pussy, with just a little tuft left at the bottom. Jill straddles David's lap, and grabs a hold of his cock and stuffs his cock inside of her tight wet pussy. Jill then takes off her tank top and discards it on the floor, and then she unhooks the front closure of her bra reveling her tits to David. David's hands come up and he grabs a handful of breast in each hand. Jill wraps her arms around David's neck and leans back, while moving her hips up and down. Jill slides her pussy up and down David's long cock. David leans his head down and takes Jill's nipple into his mouth, he presses his lips around Jill's nipple and flicks the tip with his tongue. Jill lets out a moan; she increases the movements of her hips, pushing David's cock deeper inside of her. David then kisses Jill hard on the mouth, sucking all the wind out of her. Jill makes light scratches up and down David's back. Finally David can take no more, and grabs Jill's ass in his hands, and pushes her off of him and then slams her back down. One of Jill's arms leaves David's backside, and goes traveling down to her pussy. Her fingers find her clit and she begins to rub there vigorously. She was already very close to orgasm with David's cock sliding inside of her, so the minute she touched herself her body exploded. With her remaining hand Jill pulled herself up into David so that they were now chest-to-chest, the other hand continued to rub her clit. David still has a firm grasp on Jill's ass and is pushing her off of him and slamming her back down, when suddenly Jill's body goes into spasms. Jill's body shakes from head to toe, and it's increasingly difficult to keep her finger on her clit. David feels her muscles tighten around his cock, and feels Jill cumming out all around his cock wetting his legs with her juices. David slams Jill back down on himself just as her muscles are tightening around his cock, and suddenly he cums squirting deeply into Jill's pussy, his body goes ridged. Jill stops rubbing her clit, and wraps both arms around David's neck. They kiss, both breathing hard, lips fumbling. Jill ends the kiss by softly biting David's lip, and then she tightens her muscles inside and lifts herself off him, letting his cock slide out. "That was amazing!" stammers David, "We've never done anything like that before." "Nope, never have. Sorry, I just couldn't wait to have you," says Jill as she grabs toilet paper and cleans her self off. "No, apologies needed, that was great. Do you need these?" says David holding up Jill's panties that she'd discarded into his lap. "Nope, it's too hot for underwear today, you keep 'em," says Jill as she picks up her bra and tank top and puts it back on. David tucks the panties into his pocket, and proceeds to pull his underwear and jeans back up, Jill's juices are already drying on his legs. David can't believe what he and Jill just did, they've always kept sex in the bedroom, great amazing sex, but only in the bedroom, David always figured Jill was just too shy, to do it any place else. David wondered what had caused this change in Jill, and whatever it was he was hoping it would stay around for a while. Jill, who is normally shy, except in the bedroom, had just decided she was going to put any and all inhibitions aside. She'd known David for quite a while now, and she just thought that she'd been shy with him for far too long. She had made plans to make this trip very interesting, they'd never been on a trip together, and she just had to overlook the butterflies churning in her stomach. Maybe after this trip David would come and get her every time, he wanted her to come out to his place, regardless if her car was working properly or not. David and Jill made themselves presentable and exited the bathroom, just as an older gentleman was entering the bathroom, he gave the couple an interested look. They paid their meal tab, and were off on the road, to David's house. Jill's sexual desire was quenched at least for the moment, but told herself there would be plenty more activities along the way. David was still in a state of shock, at what just happened in the bathroom. Jill and David were into about two hours of their trip, when Jill starts digging around in her bag. Jill pulls out a book with the title "101 Female Sex Stories." Jill takes off her heels and puts her feet up on the dashboard, letting her long legs open then close, she opens her book and begins to read. "What are you reading?" asks David. "Oh it's a book of one hundred and one sex stories all told from the female prospective. That's my favorite kind of sex story, I can't get into the ones told from the man's point of view. It's a good book, very interesting, I'll let you read it when I'm through." Says Jill. "Ah. Okay, sure." Stammers David wondering if this is part of the new Jill. They drive on and Jill is reading her stories, the stories are real good, they are making her very horny. Jill reads on story of a chance meeting by two people in a department store where they suddenly fuck in the fitting room. Then Jill reads a story about a woman named Rachel. Rachel has five different lovers and one day when she's real horny she decides to go around town fucking all her lovers at their jobs. The first lover works in a fancy office building, and Rachel has him right on his mahogany desk, the second lover works as a mechanic and Rachel has him on the hood of a '69 Camero, the third lover is a bit young only eighteen and Rachel has him in the stock room at Kmart, the fourth lover is a lawyer and Rachel gets to fuck him in the witness chair in the court room, and the fifth lover is a woman that works as an interior designer and Rachel gets to eat her out in the new chaise lounge that was part of the décor in a house the she was designing. Next Jill reads a story of two people that met online, and they spend months having sex via the computer, until they get together and they just fuck like animals. All these stories are making Jill real wet, she decides to share with David. "Man, David I just read a really great story, you want me to tell you about it?" asked Jill. "Sure, go for it Jill," said David. "Okay, this story takes place in a board meeting, the lady is real bored. Until this new employee walks in, he was transferred from the company out of town. She looks at him dead in the eye and he stares back, obviously interested." Said Jill. "Obviously!" said David teasing a bit. "Anyways! The two sit there eyeing each other for most of the meeting. Then the lady takes off her shoe and begins to play footsee with the guys crotch." Says Jill. "Like you did to me in the restaurant." Says David. "Yep, pretty much like that. Well, after the meeting is finally over two attack each other and basically end up fucking right on the conference table." Said Jill as she places her fingers down between her legs, and into her wet pussy. "Well, I bet that was interesting," said David as he turns and looks over at Jill, and sees her masturbating. "What are you doing?" asks David. "We'll what does it look like silly, I'm playing with myself, the stories got me horny. Besides I can't jump your bones while you're driving, so I'm taking care of it myself, no worries, I've done this many times before." Said Jill. Jill has gotten her legs down off the dashboard, but she has the spread open with one leg by the center console of David's truck and the other is by the passenger side door down on the floorboard. Jill has pulled her skirt all the way up her long legs, so that now it's just pooled around her middle and David can see her pussy and her working fingers. David can barely keep his eyes on the road; he keeps turning his head to watch Jill. Jill's fingers work up and down her pussy, she stops at her hole and forces two fingers inside and pushes them in and out. She lets out a deep moan, and David's head turns back to her. With her free hand Jill pulls her tank top all the way up and unclasps the front closure of her bra. Once her tits are free she begins to play with them, grabbing a mound of tissue in her hand. "I'm imagining this is your hand on my tit, I can't imagine it's your cock inside of me, my fingers aren't long enough," says Jill beginning to breath hard. Jill then takes her fingers out of her pussy hole and runs them up to her clit, where she begins to rub in excited circles. Then hand on her tit, begins rubbing her nipples along the palm of her hand. David's cock is standing straight up, and starting to throb inside his jeans, he wants her now, but also wants her to finish the show. "Man, my fingers aren't as good as your tongue. I wish your tongue were licking my clit right now! You better promise to eat me out, on this visit. I've been thinking about you licking my pussy for so long." Said Jill. "Ah, yeah sure, I promise," stammered David. "You promise what?" teases Jill. "I promise to eat you out," says David as he clears his throat. Jill's rubs increase on her clit and she grabs her tit and massages it. Abruptly Jill lets out a scream, David jumps up about a foot high out of the driver seat, he turns his head toward Jill, her body is shaking, but her rubs in her pussy keep going. Jill's body spasms and her inner muscles tighten she cums and her juices spout out of her and down on to the floor of the truck. David watches as she cums and with each little spasm Jill's body goes through a bit of her juices squirt out of her. David watches her so intently that he almost forgets about the road in front of him. Finally her orgasms seem to have stopped, and Jill lets out a large sigh. The Trip "Oh, god I feel better now," says Jill as she corrects her clothing, pulling her skirt back down, hooking her bra back together and repositioning her tank top. "That sure sounded like, it felt good," said David. "Well, it did feel good. Sorry those stories got me horny, I wanted to fuck you but couldn't wait until we got all the way to your house," said Jill. "No, apologies necessary I enjoyed watching you," said David. "Oh, but look I've left you in a state," said Jill looking at the large bulge in David's pants. "Man, I wish you had a bench seat I this truck, instead of these bucket seats. I would go over there and help you release that." "Well, you could still help me if you wanted," said David. "Not with this damn console, between us, in the way," said Jill. David leaned down, and with a few snaps here and there, David released the middle console and pushed it to the back cab of the truck. Giving a whole floor space between them. Jill immediately unbuckled her safety belt and got to her knees on the floor of the cab. Jill went over to David; she pulled off his green hat and ran her fingers through his hair. David set the trucks cruise control, and just concentrated on steering the truck in the right direction. Jill kissed David's cheek and the kissed his ear, softly licking her ear lobe. Jill's hand went to the bulge in David's pants and started to massage there. Jill kissed down David's neck and softly bit him where the neck meets the shoulder. Jill knelt down more toward David's crotch she rubbed his leg back a forth, then she unbuttoned his jeans and reached inside and pulled out David's hard cock. Jill began stroking up and down David's cock with her hand. Then she leaned down, still holding the base in her hand she put the rest of his cock in her mouth. With her hand at the base of his cock she pulled the skin taunt, and proceeded to lip lock tight around his cock. She moved her head up and down, pressing her lips up and down his long shaft. One of David's hands moved from the wheel and started stroking the back of Jill's head. Jill circled her tongue around David's cock, and then lightly flicked the tip of his cock with her tongue. David's hips started to move, in sync with Jill's mouth. Jill sucked the tip of his cock and the slowly sucked the rest of the way down. Jill sucked with all her power and went up and down on David's cock. With her free hand Jill raised her tank top up once more, and unhooked her bra then took David's hand off her head and placed it on her tit. David grabbed her tit and squeezed it with each motion of Jill's mouth. Then Jill reached back into David's unbuttoned jeans and pulled his balls out as well. Still sucking hard on David's cock Jill began to massage his balls. Gently squeezing them, then running her fingernails up and down them. Soon David started to moan, finding it increasingly difficult to concentrate on the road before him. Jill's sucks improved and her hand kneaded his balls. David's hips moved up and down with Jill's lip movements, and his hand squeezed Jill's nipple between his fingers. Then David grabbed the whole mound of Jill's tit, just then his body began to shake, and the muscles in his body went stiff. He squeezed Jill's tit hard, just as his cock unloaded a mouthful of cum into Jill's mouth. Jill continued to suck hard on David's cock, until she was sure, she'd sucked the last drop out of him. Finally, Jill released David's cock from her mouth; she turned grabbed the bottle of Dr. Pepper took a sip and swallowed pop and cum, an interesting mixture. Jill looked up at David, who had a goofy grin on his face. "Feel better now?" Asked Jill. "Ah, yes much. Thank you that was amazing." Said David. "No, thanks needed babe, just saw you were in distress and wanted to help you out. Did you enjoy?" said Jill. "Immensely." Said David, "May I ask you something?" "Sure shoot," said Jill. "What's got into you? You've ever been this outgoing or whatever before, what's up?" asked David. "What you don't like?" asked Jill. "No, I like, very much. It's just we've usually kept sex in the bedroom. Normally when I come visit or you visit me, you are so shy until you warm up to me again, what's different this time?" asked David. "Okay David, I know I'm very shy with you when you come visit or visa versa, well I decided that we've been dating so long, that I shouldn't be shy anymore. It's like I know you, so what's the point. Every time I see you I just want to run up to you and kiss you in such a way that you'd want to fuck me that minute, but something held me back. So, this time I just told myself I wasn't going to be shy, and that I was going to make this trip very interesting for the both of us, and that's all there is to it." Explained Jill. "Well, all that is fine and good, but just so you know every time I just see you I want to fuck you that minute." Said David. Jill just blushed a deep red. She saw that David's cock had gone soft, and replaced it into his jeans and then refastened the jeans for him. Then she got back into her seat and redid her shirt and bra once more. Jill picked her book back up from where she'd abandoned it, when she'd started masturbating. She placed the book unopened on the dashboard. David and Jill talked of various things. They talked about the weather, they talked about their jobs, they talked about their kids, and they talked about if they could move closer to each other, but without any kind of real plan. They talked about different things for about forty-five minutes, and then Jill picked her book back off the dashboard. She began reading the stories to David. She read a story about a threesome that happened between two women and a man in a health club spa. She read a story about light bondage where a woman tied a man to the bedposts and teased him, until he broke the bedposts and just made wild passionate love to her. She read a story about a woman putting on a strip show in front of the web cam for her online lover. She read a story about two lesbian women that ate each other out in the middle of a nude beach. She read a story about the high school math teacher, getting it on with the baseball coach in the janitor's closet. These stories went on for about another forty-five minutes, until David announced there was a rest stop and he need to use the facilities. They pulled into the rest stop, Jill brought her bag with her, and she desperately needed to change out of her clothes. David went in and used the facilities and when he was done he just stood there, thinking about Jill, about how much he liked this change in her, and how wild she was making him. He thought about how she looked when she was playing with herself and how amazing she looked when she was cumming. Then he thought about that blowjob and how that had felt. With all these thoughts roaming around in David's head, his cock started to get hard again. Suddenly David made his mind up to be a little more outgoing like Jill was doing, he wanted her and he wanted her now. Jill was in the ladies restroom and she was changing her clothes they were getting pretty funky. She had thrown off the skirt and see through tank top, and opted for a pair of short shorts and another tank top this one not see through. With this outfit she was neither wearing underwear nor a bra. She stuffed her old clothes in her bag and checks her self out in the mirror. She reapplied a bit of lipstick and some eyeliner, and ran a pick through her hair. She checked the mirror again and she liked how the ribbed material of the tank top was making her nipples hard and you could see them stick out of the tank top. Jill finished her onsom throwing off the heels for a pair of keds. She walked out of the bathroom to David standing there waiting for her with a blanket over his arm like a matra'de. "What's up with you?" Asked Jill. "Nothing I just thought we'd go for a little hike in the woods behind us," said David. Indeed the little rest stop was surrounded by woods, but Jill wondered what David was up to, a hike yeah sure. "Oh, that sounds nice, give us a chance to stretch our legs. Give me a sec to put my bag back in the truck. By the way what's the blanket for?" Said Jill. "Oh you'll see," David said with a wink. Jill had an idea what the blanket was for, she put her bag in the truck and they were off on their hike through the woods. They found some already made trails and started to follow one of the trails. At first they walked hand in hand through the woods making light conversation as they walked, then the trail went into a hike up a hill, and the trail got smaller, David had Jill lead the way. Jill walked up the hill and David watched her ass as she walked. David liked the way her ass wiggled as she walked, and it looked so perfect in those short shorts she was wearing, occasionally he would reach up and gave her ass a little tweak. When David would give her ass a little tweak, Jill would give him an extra little wiggle. Finally, they reached a little clearing in the woods, David told Jill to stop here. David unfolded the blanket from his arm and laid it down on the ground. David lay down on the ground and pulled Jill to him. Jill lay next to David resting her head in the crook of his arm. David leaned over to Jill and began to kiss her, softly at first and then with much more urgency, his tongue traveling into her mouth and discovering the depths of her mouth. Jill's tongue suddenly entered David's mouth, he wrapped his lips around her tongue and began to suck it a little, and then he released her tongue and tightly sealed his lips with hers and sucked all the breath out of her. While still deeply kissing David ran his hand to Jill's tit, he ran his hand over the nipple already erect and sticking out from her tank top. Then David's hand went under her tank top and grabbed one of her full tits massaging it in his hand. Jill's hand went to the side of David's face running her fingers down the side of his face and around his ear. David stopped kissing Jill, and his hand rose up her tank top and latched his lips around her nipple and began to suck, pressing his lips around her nipple and flicking the nipple with the tip of his tongue. Jill let out a deep moan. Then David began to suckle on the other tit. Once David was done with Jill's tits after giving each equal attention, he worked his way over to Jill's legs. David pulled off each ked and threw them to the ground. David took Jill's big toe in his mouth and began to suck on it this just made Jill giggle. David then started to kiss Jill's smooth leg he kissed his way all the way to Jill's shorts. At the shorts David stopped kissing and he unfastened her shorts and pulled them all the way off. For a second he took a good look at her laying there with her tank top pull up over her tits, no other clothes on and her legs laying spread open before him. David grabbed her left leg and began kiss her foot, and then worked his was down her tanned calf. Then to the bend of her knee, David flicked his tongue out into the bend. David resumed his kiss all the way up her thigh, when he got to her pussy, he jutted his tongue out between her lower lips gave a quick lick and started kissing the other leg. At the quick lick David gave Jill's awaiting pussy, she had a slight jerk, but let out a depressed moan when he did not continue licking her pussy. David kissed his way down the other leg, down her calf, stopping to lick at the bend of the right knee, the kiss down her calf, to her foot. "Quit teasing!" said Jill. "Nope, I'm going to keep teasing, until you tell me what you want." Said David. "I want you." Said Jill. "That's not going to work! What do you want me to do to you?" asked David. "Okay, if this is how you are going to play it! I want you to eat me out, until I cum at least a few times, then I want your cock inside me." Said Jill. "Your wish is my command my dear," said David. David got down and dove his face into Jill's hot wet pussy. David licked from the clit to her hole; at the hole his tongue dived inside, feeling her with his tongue, tasting her sweet juices. He pushed his tongue inside of her and back out again, inside then he wiggled it around and then back out again. Jill's hips rose and fell with each thrust of David's tongue. Next David licked up the entire length of her pussy, until he got to the clit. At Jill's clit David softly wrapped his lips around the bud of her clit and teased the center, with little flicks of his tongue. David began to dig in and pressed his tongue hard against Jill's enlarged clit and began lapping it up and down. Jill felt the orgasm building within the center of her. Her bodily juices building and greasing down the crack of her ass, but she wasn't cumming quite yet, but close. Jill began massaging her own tits taking each mound of flesh within her palms and squeezing. Jill then ran her palms over her erect nipples, and gently tweaked each nipple between her fingers. Jill felt David's fingers enter her. David was intently lapping Jill's clit and finger fucking her at the same time. David's fingers were instantly lubricated with Jill's juices. David felt Jill's inner muscles wrap around his two fingers and he remembered how those same muscles felt around his cock. David's cock ached to be inside Jill, his cock was stiff as a rock and throbbing inside his jeans. He wanted her badly, but wanted to watch her cum, before he fucked her. David's free hand went up and pulled Jill's pussy lips back, which lifted the hood of her clit, exposing the beautiful enlarged bud to him. David returned to his delicious meal on Jill's clit, he licked her clit back and forth with fervor. David felt Jill's body begin to shake and spasm. "Oh god! Oh shit, oh shit!" Said Jill followed by a long moan. Jill felt the warmth in her stomach spread over her entire body; an orgasm erupted with in her. Jill's body shook from head to toe. Jill massaged her breasts violently, squeezing the ample tissue in her hands. Jill's breathing stopped, she felt the muscles inside her pussy hole start to constrict then release, constrict then release tightening around David's fingers that were still thrusting in and out of her. David's tongue was still licking vigorously at the exposed clit. Jill began to cum her juices spouting out of her and drenching David's hand. With each orgasm that tore through Jill's body more of her fluid squirted out of her. Jill yelled loudly and moaned with each wave that passed through her body. David stopped licking her clit, but continued to finger fuck Jill. David sat up watching Jill's body shake; he couldn't help but think how gorgeous she looked in the throws of orgasm. Davis's hand reached up and brushed Jill's spent juices off of his face and chin. Finally Jill's orgasms began to slow her eyes opened up and stared into David's eyes. "God, Jill I want you so bad. I almost though I was going to cum in my jeans while I was eating you out." Said David. "I really want you inside me, David, but I just don't know if I have the strength for it. I don't know if I've ever hand that many orgasms at one time." Said Jill panting a bit breathless "What can I say I like to make you cum," said David. "David just shut up and fuck me!" said Jill. David didn't need any more instructions he ripped off his jeans and underwear. David's erect cock flung out as if on a spring. David grabbed his cock in his hand and ran the head up the length of Jill's pussy, but pausing at her clit and rubbing the head back and forth over he clit. Jill's body jerked from the stimulation of her very sensitive clit, she then looked at David. "You are going to make me cum again. I want you inside me now," said Jill. David quickly entered inside Jill's pussy, loving how tight, hot, and wet she is, her pussy muscles enveloped around David's cock like a glove. Jill encircled David's waist with her long legs she used her leg muscles to pull David farther and deeper into her. Jill moved her hips along with David's thrusts. Jill felt David deep inside her, his cock throbbing into the core of her. David leaned down and kissed Jill hard on the lips their tongues tangled together probing each other's mouths. David stopped kissing Jill by sucking on her lip a little, then he moved down to her nipple taking each nipple in his mouth one at a time. He lightly flicked the tips of Jill's nipple with his tongue. Jill unwrapped her legs from David's waist and brought her legs up and laid one leg on to each of David's shoulders. David thrust deep inside of Jill. Jill could feel David's cock all the way up to her stomach. David began slamming himself into Jill, pounding her pussy with each deep thrust. Jill raised her hips along with David's thrusts, their bodies' making a slapping sound. Jill could feel David's balls bouncing against her asshole. Soon Jill's body erupted into orgasm just as David's body spasmmed and then went rigid. Jill's juices oozed out of her with each convulsion her body went through. David gushed his load deep inside Jill's pussy. Jill could feel the throbbing of David's cock as his fluids pulsed out of him. David was still thrusting into Jill, but with out much strength, he stopped thrusting and just lay on top of Jill their bodies pressed together, with David's cock still inside of Jill. David softly kissed Jill's lips, an opened mouth kiss and teasing each other with their tongues. Finally David pulled himself out of Jill. Jill let out a kind of depressed moan. David collapses down beside Jill on the blanket. David pulls Jill toward him wrapping their legs together. The two lovers look each other in the eye. "I keep thinking about the time we first met," said David. "Which time online, or in person?" Asked Jill. "Online. That's where I think we first met. Meeting in person was great, but by that time I already knew so much about you it was like we were old friends." Said David. "Well, let's go down memory lane, tell me what you remember." Said Jill. "Well, I remember getting on this chatline and they had a spotlighted web cam, right when you enter the page. Well, on this spotlighted web cam their you were, you weren't showing your goodies off, but I could tell you were masturbating," said David. "Yeah, I know. I was bored one night while the kids were visiting their father so I got on the web and I guess I got a bit ornery." Said Jill. "Well, it wasn't the fact that you were masturbating that got me looking at you. You were just so beautiful; you had a glow about you. The masturbating part just got my cock hard." Said David. "Dear David the glow about me was just the lamp shinning above my head," said Jill. "Will you stop being a pain, I'm trying to be romantic here!" exclaimed David. "Okay David romanticize me!" said Jill. David let out a frustrated moan. Jill could be a real pain when she wanted to be, but mostly she was just sweet and sexier than hell. "There was something about you when I saw you on that spotlight, I just had to meet you. I went searching that damn website looking for you, it took me about a half an hour. I figured you'd be offline by the time I found you, but nope there you were." Said David. "Yeah, you found me alright. You come in the chatroom and post a message asking where is Ceticgodess, got to find Celticgodess. I was thinking, oh shit, my little performance on the web cam has got my some pervs coming my way," said Jill. "Well, I was not a perv dear." Said David. "No, dear you couldn't have been more sweeter." Said Jill. "That very night you started trying to get me to meet you in person." "Yep, sure did, but it took three months to finally convince you," said David. "But, we finally met, I'm so glad we met." "I am too David," Said Jill. The Trip "It's just that now we've been together for about a year and a half now, and I just love you so much and miss you so much when we are apart." Said David. "I love you too David," said Jill. The two lovers wrapped their arms around each other in a deep embrace and they shared a passionate kiss. After they unfolded their hug, Jill started to get up, but David pulled her back down to him. "We have to get going now, otherwise we won't get back to your hometown until after dark," explained Jill. "I know, I just wanted to hold you a bit longer. We should get going I can hold you as much as I want when we get back to my place." Said David. The couple proceeded to get dressed and make their way back to David's truck. It wasn't very long until they were on the road again. Jill put away her sex story book and instead started reading her Stephen King book. They drove for about an hour, and they reached David's hometown. The two found a place to eat first thing. After dinner they went back to David's house. Jill had been to David's house many times, and felt just as comfortable there as she did in her own apartment. Both people took separate showers cleaning all the sex smell and road grime off of them. After they both finished their showers, they dressed for bed Jill wearing her satin pajamas and David just in his black briefs. They sat on the couch watching TV together, talking about different things. Finally the couple decided that they were tired and it was time for bed. David and Jill turned off the light and got into bed and cuddled there together. Both people were completely exhausted from the trip and all the activities they'd been up to along the way. The couple fell into a deep sleep in each other's arms. Jill woke up about 6 o'clock in the morning; the sun was coming through the window shades in little strands all over David's bedroom. Sometime during the night the two people had untangled their bodies' and David was lying on his side of the bed with his back to Jill. Jill ran her fingernails up and down David's back, causing Goosebumps to break out all over him. David turned, still sleeping, over on to his backside letting, out a little moan as he turned. Jill began running her fingernails up and down David's arm and the across his chest, and then down across his stomach. David wiggled a little under Jill's touch, but his eyes remained closed, soundly asleep. Jill continued the caresses down over David's underwear and the bulge hidden underneath. Next Jill worked her hand into the band of David's underwear, she found his soft cock inside, and it still hadn't woken up as well. Jill wrapped her hand around David's soft member and began to stroke it, with each stroke it began to get harder. Finally David's cock was fully erect, and she stroked her hand up and down his hard shaft. David wiggled and mumbled something in his sleep, and then his eyes fluttered open. David and Jill looked each other in the eyes. David saw Jill playing with his erect cock this was an interesting awakening. Jill seeing that every part of David was fully awake, she attacked the top of David's underwear, David rose up his ass, and Jill pulled the underwear off him and discarded them on to the floor. Jill quickly pulled off her pajamas, and now completely naked she straddled David, opening her pussy lips and grinding her pussy up the length of David's long shaft. Jill bent down and locked lips with David a deep and passionate kiss, Jill unsealed her lips and began licking around David's lips. David kept coming up and trying to latch his mouth around Jill's tongue, she wouldn't let him. Jill the sucked on David's nipple making him suck in a deep breath of air. Next Jill raised her hips up off of David and grabbed the base of his cock; she then stuffed David's cock deep inside of her. Sitting on top of David, Jill began to grind her hips on to David's. Then Jill raised herself up letting David's cock slide out of her, but not all the way, and then Jill slammed herself back down on David hard. Jill kept doing this, letting David slide out of her, but tightening her muscles as she went up and then slamming herself back down on David. David couldn't take much more of this, he was going to cum soon, but he wanted it to last a little longer. Jill leaned down over David and kissed his lips, deeply probing his mouth with her tongue, and then latching her lips around his tongue and sucking it into her mouth. When Jill finished the kiss she sat back up and David followed, Jill wrapped her legs around David, the two wrapped their arms around each other. The two lovers were in the middle of the bed locked in an intimate embrace, legs and arms wrapping around each other's bodies'. David and Jill's hips gyrated together, the object was no longer just fucking they were making love. David softly and passionately kissed Jill's lips, loving the texture of her soft lips on his. David ran his fingers through Jill's hair stopping to caress the back of her neck the way she likes so much. Then David grabbed the back of Jill's neck and pulled her back so that her tits were pointed in his direction, the brought his mouth to her left tit, her most sensitive. David kissed the soft tissue of Jill's generous breast, intentionally avoiding the invitingly erect nipples. Jill began to moan, at David's intentional teasing, she thrust her chest forward toward David, as if saying you better suck my nipple now. At Jill's uncommunicated request, David took the nipple into his mouth, gently running his lips back a forth over her sensitive nipple, then the suckled on the nipple holding it between his lips and flicking the tip back and forth with his tongue. David repeated this process with Jill's right nipple. Suddenly Jill leaned her upper torso all the way back her arms locked in backward angle on the bed. Jill's legs unwrapped from around David's waist and stood out straight behind him. With the strength of her arms and legs, Jill began thrusting herself down on to David's cock hard, slamming down on him and he had slammed himself into her the day before. With this new position David had a glorious view of Jill's pussy wrapping around his cock, and he watched as her pussy swallowed his cock and then watched it come back out again. Once David had enough of the show before him, he began rubbing Jill's pussy, enjoying how completely wet she was, finally he began to rub Jill's clit back and forth. Jill felt her orgasm building inside of her, but she knew she wouldn't be able to keep up this unique position while she is cumming. Suddenly Jill sat back up like she had been doing half sit ups, she pushed David down so that he was now lying on the bed. Jill pulled her legs out from under David. Jill was astride David's hips once more, and she began her calisthenics, the same as when they first started, coming up off of David and then slamming herself back down on him hard. David worked his fingers in between their bodies and began to rub Jill's clit in circles. Jill was still rising up and off of David and then slamming herself back down on him hard, pushing him deep inside of her. Jill's body began to shake and convulse, in the throes of orgasm, due partly from David's rubs on her clit and the pulsation of David's cock inside her. Jill's pussy muscles tightened their grip around David's cock, and then abruptly a flood of juices poured out of June all over David's middle. At this David felt his own orgasm quickly coming, David grabbed Jill's hips and pushed himself deep inside of Jill, David's body going rigid and his cock emptying his own frothy juices deep inside of Jill's pussy. Jill collapsed on top of David, both laying there attempting to catch their breath. Jill pushed herself off of David, his cock sliding out of her as she went, then she just fell into a pile beside David. "Well, good morning dear," said David. "Good morning to you as well." Said Jill, "So, what do you want to do for the rest of the day?" The Trip The phone ringing woke me from a restless sleep. I looked at the clock. 10:00 pm “Hello.” “Dad. It’s Sherry. Were you sleeping?” “Yes but not very well. What’s up?” “I don’t want you to go back home alone. I have taken some time off from work and Jerry said its ok he will take the boys and I am in the car on the way over now.” “You don’t have to go! I’m 52 for hells sake! I think I can drive the 1200 miles by my self for this thing!” “I’m all most their and I’m going with you and that’s all there is to it!” The phone went dead and I kind of smiled to my self. I really didn’t want to go back home to my family reunion by my self and the thought of having my 30-year-old little girl go with me to take care of daddy was funny! “Well she has become very protective every since her mom left me.” I thought trying not to get mad thinking about my wife running off with her boss 2 years earlier. I watched out the window and as Sherry pulled into the drive way I went to help her with her bag. “Hay Pop!” she called as I walked up to her car door. She flung it open and I couldn’t help but look as what seamed to be 6 feet of bare leg sipped out as she put one foot on the ground as she reached for her bag. She was setting with her skirt pulled up all most to her hip and as she turned I got a good long look at her white panties before she stood up and her summer dress feel into place. At 5 feet 11 in her bare feet Sherry had never been shy around me and I had always thought to my self she liked to tease me. It seamed she was for every running around half dressed when she was growing up and never covered her 36c breasts with a bra until she turned about 20 and went off to school! “Hay baby! Listen you don’t have to do this.” “Look dad. I know I don’t have to but I want to go with you. That’s a long way to go even with both of us driving.” She looked side ways at me. “Besides I am looking forward to getting to be with you I mean just you and me, no grand kid’s no husband no nothing but a girl with the man she loves the most!” “Ok, ok. Is this all of your stuff?” I was trying to be gruff but I knew she could see right through me. “Yes. That’s it.” She said as I pulled 2 bags from her cars trunk. “What time do you want to leave?” “4:00am sharp!” I looked at her as I put her bags in my truck. “First do you need one of these to night and second are you hungry?” She stuck her tongue out at me. “Don’t try to be all tuff with me mister! I will kick your ass!” she smiled as she put her arm around my waist. “I have something for tonight and the trip in the morning in my bag and yes I could use a little snack.” She poked me in the side. “I know you won’t stop for breakfast in the morning!” she pulled away from me as we went through the door and into the kitchen. “I want eggs and bacon with toast. You cook while I go get my pj’s on.” And with that she was down the hall to her old room. Sherry came back into the kitchen a few minutes later wearing a light blue spaghetti strapped nightgown that only came to the middle of her thighs and although it was by no means shear it did little to hide her hard nipples and all though I tried not to I couldn’t help but look at how the hair of her bush could be seen. “There paper plates are under the cabinet over there.” I said pointing to a spot she all ready knew about as I turned back to my cooking bacon. “Well shit!” came from her and I turned to see she had dropped the plates but what got me was how she picked them up! Sherry had bent at the waist as she reached for the few plates on the floor and as her fingers touched them her nightgown pulled up high in the back exposing her panty less pussy to me! I couldn’t help my self as I let my eyes rome over her exposed nether lips taking in that they were clean shaved up to the top of her slit and all though a little darker in color than the skin of her thighs the were full and soft looking! I turned back to the stove feeling my cock grow in my pants as I thought. “You stop! That’s your little girl you are thinking about! Fuck!” I dropped the fork I was using. She started to laugh. “Well it looks like dropping stuff is a family thing!” and I smiled at her as I sat her food on the table. We ate with out saying much and I tried not to look at her breasts pushing the front of he gown. We cleaned up and went to our rooms and as I opened my bedroom door she came to me from hers. She kissed me on the cheek. “It’s ok dad! I love you and this will be a fun trip!” “Ok baby sleep tight.” I said and went to my room. I lay down and closed my eyes but all I could see was my little girls bare bottom until I again fell into a restless sleep. I had not set a clock to wake in years and as usual I woke right at 4. I went naked to the kitchen and made coffee not thinking about Sherry sleeping in her room and when I did almost killed my self getting back to slip on my shorts! I went to her room and knocked lightly on her door then opened it slowly. I caught my breath as the light from the hall lit up the bed with her laying on it and with out really thinking about I know now that I was hopping I would get to see something more. Smoothing more like last night! I got my wish as the light ran up and over her lying on the bed. She had kicked off her covers and lying there on the sheet her gown had pulled up around her waist! “OH!” Came from my lips before I even thought of it and then I walked softly over to her, looking her laying on her back with her right leg bent just enough that the hall light lit her woman hood completely! Now I could see that she shaved her vagina lips and had her pubic mound trimmed very short. I could see that her clit slipped out just a little from her bare lips and I began to tremble as I looked at her! “Oh my god what are you doing! Stop it!” I told my self as I leaned over to touch her shoulder. “Wake up baby! I said softly as I again looked at her exposed mound. “I have the coffee on all ready.” She stretched as her eyes opened and she looked up me and with a slight smile said. “Then go pour me a cup.” And I realized she was looking at my hard cock pushing out my shorts in the dim light and I also realized she now had to know her gown was pulled way up and that I had been looking at her. She took my hand as I started to turn away from her. “I love you dad!” “I umm, a, I love you to baby girl. I’ll get your coffee!” as I got to the door I turned to look at her one more time to find her leaning back on her elbows looking at me with a smile on her face and her gown still pulled up. “I like one sugar in m y coffee, just in case you have forgotten!” I smiled at her realizing she knew I was looking at her. “I haven’t for got any thing! Trust me!” “I do!” she said as I walked out of the door. I heard the shower start as I went into my room and slipped on my T-shirt and flip flops to drive in. I couldn’t help but pull on my hard dick just a little as I thought about what had just happened and suddenly I was pumping it for all I was worth and growling as I shot my seed all over the floor and my hand! “God I haven’t jacked off in years!” I though as I felt my cheek flush from my cum! “Dad!” “Coming sweetheart!” I smiled as I thought “In more ways than one!” I went into the kitchen to find Sherry pouring coffee into a thermos. She had her back to me as I looked at her standing their wearing a halter-top and mine skirt. “I put together and ice chest last night and have snacks and soda in the truck. Good morning again by the way.” I said. “How did you sleep?” She screwed the top on the bottle and picked up her coffee cup as she turned and smiled at me. “I slept grate! It was nice to be in my bed again.” She had a funny look on her face as she spoke. “I miss my house some times more than you could ever know!” She looked at me smiling. “Ready?” “Yep! Let’s go!” We drove into the morning with out talking too much and it was just after day light when Sherry reached over putting her hand on my leg. “Do you see that little hill over there just past that turn off up a head?” “Yes.” “Can we pull off over there? I haven’t been out here in the desert in years! Don’t you think it would bee fun to set there and watch the sun coming up?” Her hand was still on my leg as I pulled us off the freeway and up the dirt road. “Sure it might be nice. I was with you the last time remember?” I found a good spot and stopped getting out and walking around the truck to open the door for her. I watched her get out again marveling at her long legs as I dropped the tailgate and she walked back to set on it with me. Sherry sat very close to me hooking her arm in mine as I took a sip of coffee and waited for the sun to rise. Neither of us spoke for a long time as we sat there and she was the first to break the silence. “Lets do something different. Want to?” she looked up at me. “Like what?” “I don’t know. Let’s see.” She was quiet as she looked at me. “Lets don’t be father and daughter. I want to call you Sam.” She put her hand on my thigh again as I looked at her. “I mean Sam is your name and I am just tire of the same thing all the time.” She put her head on my shoulder and very softly said. “I just love you so much!” “I love you to Sherry!” I said smiling at her as she jumped up taking my hands in hers. She was all excited. “Ok then! I want to be your girl friend on this trip! Acting of course but it will be fun! OK,” She looked at me as she held my hands in hers. “Ok Sam!” By this time the sun was up and as I guided her back to the front of the truck she stopped and kissed me! I was taken by surprise but found my arms around her kissing her back until she pulled back smiling at me. “Ok then that was a test to see if you will play my game!” she climbed up into the truck and I got a flash of white as she moved her legs, “It wasn’t to yucky was it? Kissing me I mean.” “Now sweet hart! In fact I don’t think I should have liked it as much as I did!” she just smiled at me as I closed the door. We drove on through the day playing her game as she called it stopping only for fuel and to pee. At one stop I was pumping gas into the truck when another car pulled up next to us. Sherry came out of the bathroom and up to me hooking her arms around my waist from the back. “Still want to play?” she said. “Sure!” I said and she moved in front of me lifting her short skirt up high enough to let both me and the other guy pumping his gas see almost to her crotch! She pulled me up to her kissing me softly as I let my free hand go to her bottom pulling her to me. Her tongue went into my mouth and a soft groan came from me as she stepped back biting my bottom lip as she did! “I love you Sam! Now hurry up will you!” She opened the door on my side and pulled her skirt up high on her thigh as she slipped behind the wheel as my hard dick throbbed in my pants! I looked at the other driver to see him smiling at me knowing he had liked looking at Sherry’s legs and how her breasts had moved in her loose halter-top! I went around and got in the other side and closed the door. “My god woman!” I said to her as I looked at her legs to see that she had left her skirt pulled up so high I could see her pussy mound covered in her white panties! “I may be your dad but I am still a man you know!” She had pulled us back onto the highway and looked over at me. “No, no you’re not my dad on this trip. Remember?” I reached over and ran my hand up her bare thigh almost to her crotch thinking she would push it away. “Be careful that you have not started something you can’t stop!” I started to pull my hand back but she stopped me by putting her hand on mine. “Who says I would want to stop it?” I leaned over kissing her on the cheek. “Oh you are bad!” I smiled. “You ok if I sleep a while?” “Sure!” she said as I adjusted my hard on in my shorts and leaned back on the truck door. The last thing I saw before I went to sleep was her little white panty! The truck bouncing woke me. “What’s up?” I asked as I looked to see us pulling into a rest stop. “I’m sorry but I really need to pee.” “Ok me to!” Sherry pulled us to a stop and as I slipped out slid across the seat letting her skirt pulled up higher as she slipped out of the truck. She took me by the hand pulling me along as she rushed over to the rest rooms gave me a quick kiss and ran into the girls room. I went did my thing and was standing by the door when she came out taking my hand as she bounced up to me. We walked back to the truck and as we reached it she pushed me up agents the hood and put her arms around me as she kissed me. “Are you awake enough to drive now?” “Yes I’m fine until we stop and get a room.” She smiled at me. “Good!” I knew she had to feel my hard dick pushing into her belly through her short dress but she didn’t back off at all! In stead she slipped her hand between us gripping me through my shorts! “Shit Sherry!” I said as I stepped away from her. “You just can’t do that! You have no idea what you’re doing to me!” “What you think I’m stupid! Of course I know what I’m doing!” she looked around the rest stop and seeing a table off away from every thing started pulling me toward it. “I’m going to get what I have wanted since I was 15!” she stopped at the table. “Here turn and set this way!” The back of my knees hit the bench and I sat down. “Unzip your pants Sam!” she kissed me as I pulled out my cock! I watched as Sherry pulled her skirt up over her hips and hooked her thumb in her tiny panties and pulled them off letting them fall around her ankles. With out a word she turned her back to me and sat in my lap. She reached between her legs taking my cock in her hand and lifting just a little guided it into her hot wet waiting pussy! She moved in such a way that my legs were between hers as she took my hand and put it over her leaking pussy! “Play with it Sam! Oh god touch me!” I ran my finger over her clit as she moved on my cock fucking her self on me! “Oh yesss! I have wanted you in me for so long Sam oohhh! Shit I’m cumming ohhhhhhAAAAAAAAAAAaaaayessssssssss!” I held her as she shook in my arms letting her relax just a little. “Stand up Sherry!” she did as I ask letting me slip out of her. I turned her bending her over the table so that her bottom was sticking up and held her open with one hand as I guided my stiff cock back into her! I started pumping into her as I held her by the hips feeling my 9-inch cock hit bottom with each thrust! “Wait Sam! Let, me turn, over oh godddd!” I pulled out of her and she turned around and slipped up so she was setting on the edge of the table. She took my cock in her hand pulling me, guiding me back into her waiting hole as she kissed me sticking he tongue deep into my mouth! Her nose flared as I started pumping into her fast pumping, pounding into her! “Oh, oh, oh god cumin cu, cu, cumming again ohhhhhhhh Sammmmm!” “It pushed me over the top watching her face twist up as she came and I went off in her pushing in as deep as I could go! “That’s it baby take it! Ohhhhhhhyaaaaaaaaaaa!” I held her tits in my hands pinching her nipples as I filled her with my seed! We held each other close as I looked around and realize there were more than a few people looking at us, as I grew soft in her. “Umm, I think we need to go Sherry! I think we have drawn a crowed!” She looked around and then back at me smiling. “Well then you had better get to that motel room fast my friend because I am in no way through fucking you!” she kissed me. “I think I am going to like having a boy friend! She said as we walked back to my truck! The Trip The trip wasn’t long, it just seemed that way. Actually it was just a couple of hours. The jet engines roared as the pilot put them in reverse and the thrusters quickly slowed the plane down to taxi speed. The entire trip my mind was playing considerable scenarios over and over. My hands were sweaty and my stomach was churning so much I’d passed the in-flight meal. It had been just a few months we’d been emailing and chatting back and forth after meeting on a ‘select’ website. The messages at first were fairly plan but exploratory. Each message got a bit more detailed. We’d exchanged pictures, moving from ones that my mom was particularly pleased with to some that were taken totally without her knowledge and permission. The man next to me, the one that had spend nearly the entire trip trying to either engage me in conversation or look down my blouse tried once more to ‘score’ himself a teenager for the weekend. It was amusing to see him try to see my boobs even when they were teeny. My 34 A/B breasts were mainly nipples if you want to know the truth. I guess he saw them poking against the white blouse you had told me to wear. I’d also had to keep pulling down the short dress you had insisted I wear to meet you. My squirming, as the thong you had sent me had ridden up, may have given him some hope. Anyhow, I refused to even look at him. As he walked up the aisle ahead of me I saw he was at least an inch shorter than my 5’8”. I tossed my head and my brunette hair shook with disdain. I thought about what I’d told my mom about this 3-day trip over a school holiday and hoped she’d never find out the real reason. She thought I was taking a school field trip. Since it was my freshman year at the University and I was doing so well, she allowed as maybe this trip deserved. My dad had called from San Francisco with well-wishes and to ensure I’d received the extra money. My mom’s blonde hair was disheveled from our hugging and her crying. You’d never have guessed she was just 41. I’d never been away from her before except to visit my dad. Oh God, little did she know I was probably going to come home totally changed. I just prayed it wasn’t going to show on the outside. The walk down the ramp way was both exciting but felt perilous too. The butterflies in my stomach were having a field day. My knees were telling me I might not make it all the way. You were going to meet me in the lobby in the main terminal. Although we’d emailed and chatted almost every day in the past 2 weeks, finally meeting face to face was beginning to be more breathtaking every moment. You’d describe yourself, sent pictures, some so graphic I didn’t need an explanation, and I’d done the same. I pictured you in my mind, tall, professional, attractive, sexy, and aggressive. The trepidation I was feeling was, what if you don’t like me once we meet? Well, also, I was starting to have second thoughts as to what was going to happen to me and what I was going to do or have to do. Or, have done to me. My second thoughts were almost like I felt the first time I’d gone scuba diving in open water. I know I’d trained and been certified but it was in a 15’ swimming pool. As I sat on the rail of the boat, my back to the water, my stomach was going 90 miles per hour. God, what was down there, what would happen, would I do something stupid, would I panic???? Then, as I rolled backwards off the 4’ rail, the fear was mixed with anticipation at the same time. It was scary but exciting at the same time. The feeling was addictive. I was feeling that now as I looked excitedly but fearfully around the waiting area for the one I’d promised I’d come to visit for several days. I picked you out immediately; you looked younger and more desirous than I’d envisioned looking at Your pictures. You were dressed in a pants suit. It fit you like it was made for you. You looked every bit as gorgeous and sexy as I’d seen and imagined but your fabulous body was totally hidden in the pinstriped business outfit. God, it made you you. My knees went totally spastic on me and I sort of stumbled. Now I felt totally immature and silly. I knew you were only 2 years older than my mom but you looked so appealing to me, my legs held together enough I made it up to you. You looked like the domme you said you were and I’d imagined since I’d stared calling you Mistress. My Mistress. You didn’t speak; you just took my elbow and lead me towards the exit. I’d only brought a carry-on per your instructions as it only held a black thong, another short dress, a white blouse and my make-up kit it wasn’t much bigger than my purse. I started to speak but you gave me a stern look so I kept quiet. I could feel your strength from your grip on my elbow steering me towards the curb and a car that had very dark windows. I couldn’t see inside. You opened the rear door, pushed me inside and got in beside me. I could see you had a man driving. It looked liked the significant other who’s picture you’d sent me. He didn’t look around but started the car and we swept away. My tongue was totally dry with mounting fear. I hadn’t imagined that this would be how we’d act when we met. You suddenly pulled me to you and kissed me on the mouth. It was so quick and sudden, I was momentarily startled but then I just started to melt as I felt your tongue exploring my closed mouth. I slowly and hesitantly opened my mouth and took your tongue in. I could feel you exploring all over my tongue and lips. I started to feel a tingling inside my lower abdomen as I started responding to you. I don’t know how long we kissed but it seemed liked ages but very fast too. It was confusing. So far you hadn’t said a word. I thought it was going to be different, didn’t know what, but different. Your hand slowly moved from my arm to my neck, then slowly down my chest to my breast. You were on my right and your hand suddenly engulfed my left breast. My extremely sensitive nipple reacted immediately and pushed against the silk blouse. You’d ordered me not to wear a bra and I was sooooo grateful it hadn’t been cold on the plane as when they are aroused, they stand out almost half an inch. I shivered as I recalled the noxious man and what he’d have done if they had pushed forward as they were now. I felt you unbuttoning my blouse and felt a twinge of embarrassment as you soon were able to see my teeny boobs. But, you seemed to be pleased with the rigid nipples that were straining to grow even longer. Suddenly you left my lips and moved you head to my right nipple. You kissed, licked and suddenly nipped it with your teeth. It hurt a little but then, as you kissed it again, suddenly felt fantastic. And, although it seemed ridiculous, seem to extend even farther. You ministrations were making me feel hot and I could sense myself getting warm in the small patch of the red thong I was wearing. The man in the front had moved the mirror and was watching but it was tilted so I couldn’t see his eyes. I felt embarrassed but, at the same time, excited that he was watching. You hadn’t said anyone was going to be with you or we and it was discomforting but, sort of exciting too. Oh God, suddenly I wondered if you’d discussed everything we’d talked about during the past 3 months of our relationship. Had you talked about the totally nasty fantasies we’d shared, my admitting to you of having bizarre thoughts when you’d mentioned you had “special” K9 pets. All of a sudden, I had a feeling like I was drowning. I could feel myself going into a situation deeper and deeper…Desperately wanting to but, scared of what might happen to me or what I might have to do. Wanting to, not wanting to… What does he think??? My resolve was melting as I felt you hand on my leg just above my knee. My short shirt had ridden up as we had kissed and I’d scooted down in the seat when you’d started playing with my breasts. You suddenly pinched and pulled one of my nipples so hard I felt pain but again, it subsided so quickly, it felt good. Your hand was moving towards my thong and I knew you were going to find me wet and getting wetter. My thong felt like it was drenched. Suddenly I felt your fingers seeking my clitoris through the clothe. I was lost. I wanted you to pull them off and do all the things to me you’d promised you were going to do when we met. You finally spoke and said, “Get that thong off slut”. I was taken back some as, although you’d addressed me like that in our emails, it was so close and personal now. It made me want you all the more. I hunched up and pulled my thong off. You took it, smelled it and held it to my face for me to discover my scent. You said, “So slut, smells like you know you’re finally with your Mistress”. I sighed and responded, “Yes Mistress, I’m here for you do to as you wish”. “As yes my pet,” you replied, “and you’re going to do EVERYTHING we’ve talked about and more.” I shivered as my imagination went totally wild. I cried out when your fingers, 2 of them, pushed into my virgin pussy. It felt so good but it hurt a bit too. I’d never had more than a finger there, well, other than my tampons. At first I just layed there but you started moving your fingers all around, seeking all of me and at the same time you started pinching and pulling my nips again. God, the feeling between the two was mind-boggling. I could feel myself getting wetter and felt a blush of heat as I knew everyone in the car could hear the squishing sound her fingers were making as they moved faster and faster. I was groaning, gasping and sighing all at the same time. Deep inside me I could feel a pressure building up. It was like when I masturbated but different, totally different. It was building and building…I could hear myself moaning louder and louder. Suddenly I heard myself yell, “Ohhhhhhhhh Goddddddd”, and I came. I’m a gusher and have had to change sheets sometime when I’ve masturbated if I forgot a towel. I’ve even made a beach towel drenched at times. This was the granddaddy of all my cums. I squirted and squirted. I imagined it even hit the back of the front seat. You just cooed and kept pinching my nips and suddenly plunged 3 fingers deep inside me and another started seeking my bum. I could feel it at my opening. I’d never had anything there before and it felt nasty but, sensuous at the same time. You pushed a finger from your other hand into my cunt, got it wet and then I felt you at my sphincter muscle again. I yelled when you pushed it into me to your second knuckle. My screams made the man turn around and he saw me, legs spayed wide, her fingers in my cunt and another in my asshole. Funny though, my screams were for you to do it more…deeper…faster… I was in heaven. As I was coming down, you said, “My pet slut, that was just a welcome, you are going to experience EVERYTHING we’ve talked about or what you’ve imagined and fantasized about all your life. EVERYTHING.” All I could do was whisper, “Yes Mistress, EVERYTHING.” To be continued if wanted… The Trip We had hardly known each other the day we knew it was meant to happen. We were dating siblings, not our own, but a brother and sister who were our best friends. Until the day it stopped. I had never meant for it to happen, but now I see that Sky and I were inevitable. Why don't I start at the beginning... .................................... "You know sometimes I feel like there's something out there for me, outside of all this crap, you know babe? Like something that'll help everything make sense—" "That's nice. Hey Sky baby, are you going to Six Flags tomorrow? All of out friends are going to be there and I want you to be there too." What a bitch, always ignoring anything with meaning to me. Man could my girlfriend piss me off! She knew I hated roller coasters... "Plus you'll finally get to meet Lyzi..." Well that caught my attention. "Sure babe, I'll go. What are the details...?" I stopped listening to her after that and let my mind wander to different things. Basically Lyzi. I'd seen pictures, talked on the phone, and heard some enticing stories, but I had never actually met the girl behind it all. From what I was familiar with, our meeting was something to look forward to. I mean don't get me wrong, Mal, the girlfriend, was undoubtedly hot; with her short brown hair, green eyes, smooth body, firm ass, and abundant tits, she wasn't something to complain about. I was just furiously curious about her little friend... "Sky just try and make it to my house by nine, ok? And stop daydreaming so much! You're a friggin' adult, and it makes you seem like a, well, it makes you less appealing. Bye sweetie!" That's me. Skyler Lake Thompson, the dreamer. Why am I a pansy for wanting more than a hot ass? Eh, it doesn't matter; I need sleep if I'm going to make it tomorrow... ..................................................................................................................... "Lyzi, don't be such a pussy. Come with us. There's more to do there than ride attractions." Damn! Sean sure knew how to rub me the wrong way. I despise all that is made of metal, on tracks, and turns upside down. "Sean if you keep calling me a pussy you will remain far from it." "Funny babe. Just come along, we can at least have a little private time. Besides, Sky hates coasters too so you guys can chill while the rest of us have fun." The boy was an ass but he knew just how to convince me. This Skyler kid was quite the mystery and I really wanted to see what he was all about. And basically decipher why he would date a whore like my best friend Mal or be friends with a dick like Sean. Not that Sean was unattractive, he was actually quite the opposite: blue eyed, black hair, built, hot ass; but that was it. I shouldn't complain but I wanted something more and I felt that I would get it, one day. "Seany babe I will go with you to the death trap..." "Good answer babe. Now I have someone to make out with when I get bored." Considering how smart I am I should have broken up with that boy the day after we started dating. But he is a boy and sometime after turning 18, boys became my weakness. "Mom! Dad! You guys won't be the only ones out of town this weekend..." I hope to God this isn't something I will regret. ..................................................................................................................... No one should have to wake up before 10 on a Saturday, no matter what it's for. Six o'clock in the morning, dear Lord. I was walking up my girlfriend's driveway wondering why I was really going on this trip and if I wore matching socks and why I brushed my teeth before drinking my OJ and who that incredibly beautiful girl kissing Sean wa—oh my God. That is her. That rat bastard gets her. Long reddish brown hair, tan skin, long legs, nice ass, great tits, beautiful face and light brown eyes...and her smile...WOW. At that point I made it my life long goal to be with her, not even in a romantic way, just as a friend. So to start my journey, I went up and introduced myself to her. "Hey Sean. Hey. You must be Lyzi" "Yah and you must be—" The most beautiful man I have ever laid eyes on. Green eyes, glistening smile, hot body, nice ass, smooth hands, strong legs, big feet: wait, back to his smile...WOW. I seriously need to continue that sentence...soon! "Sky, you're Sky?" "Yup that's what they tell me. So are you as excited about this trip as I am?" Man was I excited...in more than one way. "Yup, I just can't wait for the long drive there and the exhilarating attractions..." Attractions, there sure were a lot of those already. "Haha yeah. I'm going to go find out about the seating arrangements." Let there be a God, let there be a God... "So here's how it works: Me and Sean in front cause were driving. Then Marc, Tina, and Sammie, followed by Lyzi, Jim, and Kay with Bobby and Sky in the back." "I get sick in the back, I can't sit there." "I'll trade with you Bobby." Did those words just come out of Lyzi's mouth? SCORE! Maybe today wouldn't suck. ..................................................................................................................... "So Lyzi looks like we have a long trip ahead of us." "Tell me about it. At least that gives us some time to get to know each other better." "Yah, that ought to be fun. Tell me everything about you." "I love my parents, I love my friends, I hate my boyfriend. That sums it up. You?" "Oh, umm, I can tolerate my parents, ditto with my friends, don't know if I really have a girlfriend." "Interesting...you don't seem like any of Sean's other friends or Mal's past boyfriends. You're different, better in my opinion." "I could say the same for you. How'd you get involved with this crew, if you don't mind me asking?" "I met Mal when I moved here, then she introduced me to Sean, he fell for me and here I am." "He tells me you're his dream." "I was his dream..." "Trouble in paradise?" "Well let's just say his dream was wet and I'm only a little moist..." "Hahaha. Sounds like it's his problem, not yours." "Trouble with a relationship nowadays is community property: we share everything..." Sky smiled and looked at the beautiful disaster sitting across from him and wanted nothing more than to pounce on that sweet, sweet girl. But given the content of their conversation he opted to suppress his desires. " I know how that goes, well kind of. In Mal's opinion, everything is hers. But she hasn't had it all..." "Oh really? What's she missing' out on?" We locked eyes for what seemed a lifetime. He slowly turned me toward him. "I would really prefer not to talk about them. Let's focus on what's back here." He turned in his seat to face me and, taking my hands in both of his big strong ones, kissed each one and brought them back down to his lap. "Lyzi, favorite color on three; one, two three..." "Blue!" "Blue!" By the time we had gauged our common interests and had discovered our mutual fear of clowns and the like, we had reached our destination. Bummer. ..................................................................................................................... I really hate my boyfriend and his constant need to parade around with other girls right in front of me. I swear if he didn't have a thorough tongue I'd be rid of that little bastard. "Hey babe I'm going off with the girls to ride X till I puke. Meet you for lunch?" " Guess so. Later." "Later." Another day alone...why did I come along? ..................................................................................................................... My girlfriend is a whore. "Hey Sky! Want to cum along with me and the guys on Batman?" Well there was nothing else to do. " Sure why not. Maybe this will help me cope with my coaster hatred." Wait, was that Lyzi I saw walking over to the ice cream shop? Yes, yes it was..."On second thought, I'm not ready to cope...go on without me." "Your loss..." Not really babe. Hehehe... ..................................................................................................................... "Can I help you ma'am?" God I hate it when people call me ma'am. "No sir, I don't know what I want yet." "Ok, take your time. Can I help you sir?" "Yes I'd like to scoops of ma'am over there...and a chocolate cone." I turned around with the biggest smile on my face. "Sky, I prefer strawberry." "Strawberry it is..." We walked outside and staked our claim on a shady bench so we could share the cone. I was in heaven and I had to show him how I felt. I let him finish the cone and wipe off his hands, and then I took over. I reached over and turned his head to face me. "Is there something on my face?" "Not yet..." I replied as I leaned forward and kissed him slightly on the lips. I pulled back and looked for a response. When he smiled at me, I brought my mouth back to its home and rested my hands around his neck. Lyzi kissed me. It was damn good too. As she continued her relentless effort to get her whole being inside my mouth, I went elsewhere. I wrapped my arms around her back and let my hands roam lower. I knew physicality wasn't what she was looking for, but as horny as I was, I had to try. His hands glided down my back and came to rest on my ass. I wanted them everywhere, but considering the location of our tryst I deemed this agreeable. As those wonderful hands started to massage their resting place, I heard what sounded like someone clearing their throat. "Ahem..." There it was again. I looked up to see a beet red park worker, and Sky and I decided to put things on pause. I wanted to deck that bastard ass janitor. Just because he wasn't getting any hot teen pussy did not give him the right to deny me mine. Asshole. I grabbed Lyzi's hand and we headed of to the other side of the park. "What should we do now?" Guys always ask lame questions when they're nervous. Or horny. Boy was I both at the time. "Two words: Gold Rusher." "Two words: In Sane" "Hahaha, come on let's try it. Don't be afraid of a little speed. Moving fast can be...exhilarating." "Alright. I will give it a try." We waited in line for a few minutes and then it was our turn. We got into the seats and she grabbed my hand. I reassured her, even though I was scared as fuck, and the coaster started to move. "We're almost to the top," I said. "That's where the fun starts." "I'm afraid." "I'm not, because you're here." I kissed her while she squeezed my hand. We arrived at the top, the ride started, time stopped. ..................................................................................................................... "That was amazing!" "It was awesome!" "We did it Sky!" "Yah we did it...you hungry?" Among other things... "Yes, let's get some food in me!" I've got something else I'd like to put in you... "What about the others?" "Screw 'em!" Hey, "'em" looks a lot like me... I'd rather it be you Lyzi... "Ok then, how about a sandwich?" Only if it's you and me with your dick in the middle... "Sounds great Sky. By the way, what is Sky short for? I mean what's your whole name?" "I don't want to say because you're going to mock me...my parents were hippies..." "It can't be that bad. Tell me!" "*Sigh* Skyler Lake Thompson." "Hehehe." "See now the mocking happens." "No that's not it. See...hehehe. My name..." "What about your name?" "Well I guess our parents were smoking the same dime bag. You're talking to Elizabeth Rain Walker." "Hahaha. Rain Walker, Rainwalker? That's nice..." "You see, now you're mocking me." Though I wish I could replace that "mo" with an "fu." "It's really a beautiful name, but not as beautiful as you are..." Dear God I said that out loud. "Oh, uhh, umm..." Why could I not think of anything witty or cute to say? Because he's just plain yummy, that's why. "I meant it. Shall we?" In the middle of lunch Lyzi's hand found it's way to my thigh. I though I was going to die. There I was eating my pasta, and there it was threatening to ravage the sweet young fingers just inches away from it. I jerked back, and she smiled at me. Damn girls. I hate that they're my weakness. I had started stroking Sky's thigh and hadn't quite thought about the consequences of my action. Like I gave a fuck. Although that was all I wanted to do to this boy. The feelings he was making me feel were completely foreign to my body and boy was it glad to meet some strangers! "Hey Lyzi..." "Yah?" "Before we leave the restaurant, I wanted to let you know that I liked our kiss-es a lot. And I like you a lot too." "You're not too bad yourself stud..." I gave him a squeeze and we went on our way. As we passed the auditorium where they put on lame touristy shows for the lazy traveler, Sky stopped me. "I want to kiss you again. Let's go inside and find a seat for the show." "You're a genius..." "Only when I need to be." Like finding a way to seduce my dream come true. We found a hidden seat in the back where we hoped no one could see us, but didn't really care. The seats had armrests and we couldn't really make out with a metal bar separating us, so I did the logical thing and mounted the hottest guy I've ever met. He kissed me, first slowly but gradually quickening his pace, and his hands traveled the globes. He had snaked his hands under my shirt and just as he was making his way under the bra, my phone rang. I hate technology. "*Heavy breathing* Hello! What...where are you Sean? We tried to find you...Sorry. Yah, whatever...meet you at 8 then. Bye!" "What'd he want?" "To see why we didn't show for lunch...everyone's meeting at 8 for the love-boats and then we are heading home..." Damn I didn't want to think about that... "Well, that leaves us with 6 hours... Where were we?" "I love the way you think Sky..." We resumed our heated petting and kissing, with greater emphasis on the petting. Sky managed to get my bra undone and in his pocket, while I fidgeted on his ever-growing cock. He planted soft kisses on my tits while his hands massaged my ass. He moved one hand up to my boobs as he sucked my right nipple into his mouth. Never had anything felt that good. I was in heaven. She had the best set of tits I had ever experienced. That's right, experienced. They were so hot I couldn't assign your average verb to them...mmmm. I can't believe a guy like Sean would take this body for granted. I was going insane with lust and praying that I wouldn't go too far. But too far is just where I wanted to go... As Sky expertly sucked my titties, I reached in between my legs to unzip his fly. I knew it was naughty but it was going to feel so nice. I tried to wiggle my hand as far in as it would go without breaking him away from my chest, but I just had to get a hold on that dick. I pulled away far enough to pull him out, and then climbed back on him so he could be reunited with his lost loves. As I pulled him out I realized just how much I had to deal with and was quite up for the challenge. She unleashed my half-hard cock that was, I swear, about to let itself out of my fly, and started to stroke it while I suckled and massaged my new best friends. She tasted so sweet, and felt so good...I had to discover more about this magnificent body before me and I planned on it too. As I stroked his manhood I realized my hands weren't the only part of my body that wanted a piece of it. As he released his mouth-hold on my breasts and ventured into my pants, I was overwhelmed with excitement. He leaned me back and found exactly where to go to make magic. His index finger made slow circles around my clit while he planted kisses on my neck as gentle as his touch. He realized the affect this would have on me and proceeded to concentrate his efforts on my sensitive button. Slowly but surely, he moved his finger lower and slid his digit into my flowing hole...it moved in and out ever so smoothly and soon became lonely. A second finger joined it, and Sky increase his speed, and the pressure of the kisses being laid across my upper body. In moments he was rewarded as my body shook nervously and both of our crotches became damp with my cum. Dear God this was beautiful. I worked my magic until my hot young vixen coated my hand, my lap, and her jeans, with sticky, warm cum. As I removed my hand and let her recover, my dick became very aware of the neglect I had caused it to suffer. As if she sensed my lament, Lyzi stood up, adjusted herself and zipped up her pants, then slowly slid to her knees in front of me. She glided her hands up my legs and tugged on my jeans to no avail. She moved her hands around back to push up my ass so she could gain access to her target. After sliding my jeans to my ankles, she took a deep breath while sizing up the monster before her. Finally, she just dove in for the kill. Her hands went for my lower shaft and balls and she started to massage the base oh so gently while leaning her mouth toward my menacing cockhead. She inclined her head so her mouth was just above the tip, and with a swift up-stroke I penetrated her soft, warm mouth. As gravity took hold of my body, and my dick began to slip from her mouth, her divine lips followed it down, never missing a beat. A slow bob became the enemy of my manhood and the ally of my impending climax. I grabbed hold of her soft auburn curls as my hips gently bucked upward, driving me deeper into her mouth. As Lyzi mouth-fucked my rigid member, she never ceased motion on my balls and base; this was starting to get to me. Just as I could feel myself about to let go, she squeezed the shaft with all her might; she let her mouth slip off my cock and licked a trail down to my balls, which she tongued for a few seconds, and then made her way back up. When her mouth once again overtook my head, she released my shaft and concentrated all her effort on my sac and I let go. Spurt after spurt of creamy, steaming love entered her mouth and she relished the treat I had given her. I closed my eyes, and after what seemed like forever, I heard that familiar smacking sound as my dick was released from its euphoric heaven. We sat back for a few minutes and basked in the afterglow, and then I stood up and put myself back together. Adjusting my jeans, I became aware of something in my pocket; it was her lucky, luck bra. I handed it back to her, but she looked up at me, and put it back in my pocket. "Keep it. So you'll never forget this." "Like I ever could," I replied, as I coupled my lips with hers. "Aren't you going to need it?" "No, I'll just zip up my sweater and problem solved. Come on, let's get out of here, I think the show's about to start." "Au contraire my dear, I think it just ended..." Little did we know, that was merely the beginning of what changed our lives forever... More to cum... The Trip TDY “So, what are you guys doing tonight? Going out partying? Gonna go to one of the Gentlemen’s clubs or something? Dave, the youngest of the group sputtered into his beer and flushed slightly at Kathy’s question. Embarrassed he looked around at the other two men at the table, hoping one of them would respond to my pretty wife’s inquiry. “Yeah LT,” Wayne responded smoothly without the slightest hint of discomfort, “Dave hasn’t ever been to one before, and well, since he’s getting married in a few weeks, we’re gonna show him what he’s gonna be giving up the rest of his life.” My wife Kathy, an Air Force First Lieutenant nurse, was TDY (temporary duty--which is the military equivalent to a business trip for civilians) to San Antonio. Along with three enlisted medical technicians from her squadron, she was in San Antonio to attend a medical conference at Willford Hall Medical Center at Lackland Air Force Base. The first day of the conference had gone by quickly and after changing at their hotel, the four travelers had driven to the River Walk for dinner at one of the numerous Mexican restaurants along the riverbank. They had finished dinner and were now sitting at a small table by the riverside drinking beer and margaritas and idly watching the tourists stroll by. “I kinda figured you would, seems that men always want to go to strip clubs when they are TDY. I had forgotten this was Dave’s first TDY with you guys.” Kathy smiled knowingly as she looked around the table at the three men. At 20, Dave, a Senior Airman with only 2 years in the Air Force, was barely old enough to drink and was already buzzed from the four beers he had consumed with dinner. Kyle, a 23-year old Staff Sergeant was one year younger than my wife, and Wayne, a Senior Master Sergeant was, at 41, the oldest and most worldly of the group. All three of the enlisted men nominally worked for Kathy, but they knew that Wayne, with his 21 years of service compared to Kathy’s 3, was the unofficial leader of the group. “Well, since this is Dave’s first time, Make sure you take him to PT’s or Giorgio’s; don’t take him to any of the dive places on the North East side. The girls are prettier at Giorgio’s and PT’s, even if the lap dances and drinks are more expensive,” Kathy informed the amused men. “Damn, LT.” Kyle said with an appraising look at his blonde boss, “How would you know something like how expensive drinks and lap dances are in a strip club?” Kathy giggled and replied, “Well let’s just say, I know a little bit about Giorgio’s. I’m not a total innocent you know. Sometimes even girls like to go to clubs with their boyfriends to see what all the fuss is about.” Kathy had finished her second margarita and she noticed that Wayne quickly signaled the waitress to bring all of them another round. She knew that Wayne found her attractive, and back at home base, she had frequently detected him eying her tight ass as she walked past him in the hospital’s hallways. She was uncertain if Wayne had heard any rumors about her wild reputation, but she was sure that the tiny black skirt and the tight red and black-stripped crop top she was wearing that evening demonstrated she was certainly no prude. “That’s right!” Wayne suddenly recalled, “You used to be stationed here didn’t you?” Kathy nodded. “I sure was. Spent 15 months here. Got to leave early because hubby got an assignment. I would not have minded staying longer, San Antonio is a nice place.” As she spoke, she noticed that Kyle, who was sitting beside her, was not so surreptitiously eyeing her slender, evenly tanned legs, all the way from her hot-pink painted toenails to her firm upper thighs, and the smooth expanse of skin below her crop top. Smiling to herself, Kathy slowly crossed her legs, causing her tiny skirt to ride up even higher, giving Kyle an even more generous view of her bronzed thighs. She though she heard a low gasp from the young sergeant, but at that moment the waitress returned with their drinks, and Kathy wasn’t sure if the sound came from Kyle or was just the waitress expelling a loud breath as she set down the drink’s tray. Wayne quickly paid for the drinks and inquired, “So LT what are you gonna do tonight? Visit old friends? Sit in your room and read all the conference material they gave us?” “Well,” Kathy responded sullenly, “We only have the one rental car, so I guess I’ll have to stay in the hotel all by myself this evening. I sure hope something good is on TV.” “You know,” mused Wayne hopefully. “Since you seem to know so much about Giorgio’s, you could tag along with us; you know, to show us where it is and everything.” “Sounds great!” Kathy excitedly replied, “I was hoping you guys would ask me to go. That’ll be a lot more fun than sitting alone in my hotel room…I’ll even buy the first round of drinks!” Kathy saw a brief look of disappointment cross Dave’s face. She knew that he was thinking that having his boss along, his married female boss at that, would certainly dampen the mood of the men’s night out. Kyle and Wayne, though seemed excited at the prospect of heaving their sexy Lieutenant along with them, and Kathy had no doubt that once they got to the club, Dave would quickly get over his disappointment. After leaving the restaurant, Kathy got into the back seat of the car with Kyle. Knowing that Kyle found her attractive, Kathy could not resist teasing the young sergeant and she made sure her skirt slid up high on her smooth young thighs. Having had five or six beers, Kyle’s inhibitions were greatly lowered, and he did not hide his leering as he openly ogled Kathy’s golden brown upper legs. Catching his eye, Kathy glanced down at her tiny skirt, arched her eyebrows, and smiled broadly. Kyle was ruggedly handsome and much less refined than the other two men. Kathy found herself drawn to his somewhat crude, brusque demeanor and delighted in showing of her hot body to the appreciative NCO. Grabbing the back of Wayne’s seat, Kathy scooted forward to give him directions to the strip club. Her motions caused her flimsy skirt to slid back even farther and she knew that Kyle had to have a good view of almost her entire right leg. Turning to look at him, Kathy licked her lower lip quickly, and glanced at Kyle’s crotch. She was delighted to see a huge bulge forming in his pants and was pleased that her teasing was having its desired effect on the younger man. Smilingly softly she turned her attention back to giving Wayne directions to Giorgio’s. Arriving at the club, the men each paid their $10 cover charge and along with Kathy, who got in free, entered the darkened room. Kathy steered them over to a table in a corner, on the second tier of the main floor, which had an unobstructed view of the large center stage. “This is one of the best tables in the place. You have an unobstructed view of the stage, and the dancers dressing room is right through that door over there.” Kathy said pointing to a nearby double-door way. “That way if you want a lap dance after they get off stage, they have to walk right past you to get to the dressing room.” The group quickly sank into the soft leather chairs around the table and positioned themselves with Dave and Kyle against one wall, and Kathy and Wayne against the other. Kathy signaled the waitress who hurried over to take drink orders. “First round’s on me guys, like I promised, but I expect this will be the last time I have to buy a round!” After the drinks were delivered, the men turned their attention to the stage where a tall, busty blonde was slowly stripping to a hard rock song. Kathy nudged Wayne and pointed to Dave whose eyes appeared to be bugging out of his head as he watched the big-titted blonde slowly gyrate around the pole on stage. “I guess this really is his first time. He looks like he’s gonna start drooling any second!” Kathy laughed. “We need to get him a lap dance or two; they’re only ten bucks during the specials. Moving closer to her, Wayne quietly asked Kathy, “Hey LT. How come you know so much about this place, did you used to come her when you were stationed at Willford Hall?” “Mmmm, you could say that.” Kathy chuckled in response as she returned her attention to observing Dave and Kyle reactions to the dancers. “I used to run with a pretty cool crowd when I was here; we liked to have fun!” As she sat there with the men, watching the dancer’s appear on stage, Kathy felt relaxed and comfortable. She flirted with all three men, letting her skirt ride up high on her browned thighs, and joined the guys in appraising and commenting on each of the dancers as they appeared on stage. After about an hour of raucous talk and laughter, Kathy leaned over to Dave who was staring at a young redheaded dancer perform a titillating lap dance for a guy a few tables over. Kathy could tell instantly that the young airman was aroused as he watched the dancer rub her g-string covered pussy against one of the man’s legs. “She looks, hot, doesn’t she, Dave?” Kathy teasingly asked. “Why don’t you get her to come over and dance for you next? She’s pretty cute and she knows what she’s doing. She’s even letting him touch her. You know, it’s different with each dancer. What one might allow, another won’t. You should always ask. And you need to know the club’s rules too. Giorgio’s allows some touching on the butt and back, but if the bouncers see you going too far, or if the girl objects, you’re going to get thrown out. “Yeah,” interjected Kyle, “I been to clubs in Florida where they practically fuck you through your clothes and other places where if you accidentally touch the bitch’s leg, they’ll toss you out on your ass.” Realizing that he had said, “fuck and bitch,” in front of Kathy, Kyle quickly added, “Sorry Ma’am. Forgot myself for a second!” With Kathy laughing in dismissal, Wayne leaned over and chimed in, “Don’t sweat it Kyle, the LT is pretty cool, I have a feeling she’s heard a lot worse than that before.” As he leaned over to make himself heard, Wayne let his hand brush against Kathy’s naked thigh. Leaving it there for a few seconds, he used his index finger to lightly stroke my wife’s upper leg. Turning to look at him, Kathy smiled brightly, “Heard worse, and said worse! Nasty words don’t bother me at all—I don’t like prissy guys. Anyway, I think it’s time the Senior Master Sergeant bought his troop a lap dance. Whaddya say, Wayne?” As Wayne was preparing to signal the redhead over, a passing dancer suddenly yelped, “Kathy!” All three men stared in puzzlement as a slender brunette, wearing nothing but a thong and a bustier, excitedly made her way over to their table and embraced a now-standing Kathy. “Lisa!” Kathy excitedly squealed back. “How are you doing? I had no idea you were still here. I thought you moved back to Ohio!” “Oh I did, but I hated it there. I’ve been back for about three months now. How are you doing? I haven’t heard anything about you since you moved to Maryland. You back, now? Still married?” “No and yes,” Kathy laughingly replied, “I’m just here for a conference. And I’m still married to Troy, of course. This is Dave, Kyle and Wayne. They work with me, and they invited me out with them tonight. For some reason, we ended up here!” Kathy’s last comment brought a peal of laughter from Lisa, and noticing the perplexed looks on the faces of Kathy’s three companions, Lisa revealed, “Kathy used to dance here. Of course, she went by another name then, but she was one of our best dancers.” Kathy giggled at the looks of astonishment on the men’s faces. “I used to dance in college—it helped pay for school. Then, when I first got here, I kept doing it. It was a little reckless, ‘cause we are not that far from the base, but no one ever turned me in or said anything official about it. It was lots of fun! I got to meet some great people like Lisa here.” A wide grin split Wayne’s face. “That explains it! I thought you seemed a little bit too comfortable here, LT. Damn!” The revelation that Kathy had once danced at the club seemed to excite the men even further, and as they reseated themselves, Wayne finally signaled the young redhead to come over to the table. He whispered in the cute dancer’s ear, and her face lit up as she approached Dave. Standing in front of him, the hot young redhead pushed Dave’s legs wide apart and started to wiggle her little ass for the eager airman. Lisa, meanwhile, after a brief discussion with Kathy, moved over in front of Kyle and was slowly removing her bustier as she danced erotically in front of him. Once again resting his hand high up on Kathy’s smooth thigh, Wayne watched the hot dancers gyrate in front of his two subordinates. Not receiving any sign of disapproval from my wife, Wayne was, by the second lap dance, assuredly stroking Kathy’s warm thighs as Lisa and Amber erotically rubbed themselves all over Dave and Kyle. Dave’s hands were nervously opening and closing by his sides as Amber, clad only in a tiny white g-string, leaned in closer and rubbed her firm little tits against his chest. Amber whispered something softly into his ear, and in response to the stripper’s exhortations, Dave moved his hands up to cup the back of her slender thighs. As the song went on, Amber placed her bare leg on the front part of the chair and was soon softly rubbing her knee against the flabbergasted airman’s hard cock. Lisa, meanwhile, had turned her back to Kyle and was periodically lightly brushing her tight ass over his crotch, making his cock swell and throb. Both men were occasionally taking the opportunity to grasp the dancers around the waist and help guide their movements and, at times, even held firm to the dancer’s legs and asses as they delighted in the women’s sensuous movements on their laps. Kathy watched with growing amusement as Amber teased Dave even further by sporadically brushing her firm b-cups across the aroused young man’s slightly open lips. Amber glanced quickly around the room, making sure she was not being observed, and, gently pulling Dave’s head to her bosom, she carefully shoved one of her engorged nipples into the airman’s wide-open mouth. Dave sucked quickly, eagerly as his hands explored the strippers tight ass and, when Amber finally pulled her nipple free, a small string of saliva attached to the erect nipple broke free and landed wetly on the slender redhead’s ribcage just below one of her up-thrust titties. The second song ended much too soon for Kyle and Dave. Greatly aroused by the lap dances they had just received, they nonetheless watched the two dancers walk off in search of other paying customers. “Like that, Dave? Did you enjoy your first lap dance?” Kathy inquired teasingly as Wayne pawed all over her parted upper legs. “Sure looks like you did!” She added, as she looked purposely at the hard bulge in his too-tight pants. “Looks like you liked it a lot!” As she downed the fourth drink Wayne had purchased for her since arriving at the club, Kathy felt the heat of his body moving yet closer to her. With Kyle and Dave watching wordlessly, the older man moved one of his hands off the top of her thighs, down between Kathy’s legs, and tapped the insides of her thighs, signaling her to spread them further. Compliantly, she did so, and shivered as one of his warm hands now softly caressed the soft smooth skin just below her skirt. Smiling, as Wayne sensuously stroked her firm thighs, Kathy continued to enjoy herself teasing and flirting with all three men. She frequently encouraged them to tip the dancers on stage and goaded them into buying lap dances from several of the more attractive dancers. Occasionally, Wayne would slid his hand up under Kathy’s short skirt as if testing how far she would let him go. Kathy made no move to stop him and kept her legs spread to allow Wayne easy access to the tops of her inner thighs. The two other men now seemed to be paying more attention to the club’s many sexy dancers and appeared not to notice Wayne’s hand sliding up and down Kathy’s firm, shapely legs. After what seemed like hours, Wayne figured he might as well press his luck and he slide his hand all the way under Kathy’s tiny black skirt to her panty-covered crotch. Fixating on a dancer up on stage, Kathy pretended not to notice Wayne’s pressing hand against her pussymound. Emboldened, Wayne stroked her pussy through her moist panties and was delighted to feel Kathy pump her sopping wet cunt against his probing fingers. Just as Wayne was about to slide the gusset of Kathy’s thong aside, Lisa reappeared at the table. “Kath, Rick’s in tonight. He’d like you to come over and say hello.” Flashing a regretful “I’ll be right back” to Wayne. Kathy followed Beth to the bar where she hugged the club owner and said her hellos to him and a few others. Wayne watched for a bit but then turned his attention to back to the table where Dave was receiving his forth lap dance of the night from little Amber. The hot little redhead had gotten more and more friendly with Dave as the evening had progressed and she was now aggressively pulling the back of his head forward, rubbing her firm tits into his face as she ground her pussymound hard against Dave’s throbbing cock. Even from where she stood at the bar, Kathy could see that Dave’s face was a picture of pure rapture as young Amber slowly dry-fucked him in the corner. Engrossed in the action, none of the men noticed as Kathy and Lisa walked behind them into the dancer’s dressing room. After a few minutes, the DJ announced, “Back after an extended absence is one of our old favorites. Put your hands together for Elizabeth!” Looking up at the stage, the three Air Force enlisted men had to be surprised and aroused to see Kathy dressed in a borrowed red and black tartan skirt, white top that tied in front, white thigh-high leggings, and black heels. Looking like a horny schoolgirl, Kathy pranced around the stage wiggling her ass and circling her hips erotically. She looked over at her work mates and flashed them a huge grin as she began to untie the knot that kept her schoolgirl blouse together. Soon the white top was on the floor and her firm 34c tits were on full display for all to see. The skirt soon followed, and Kathy was left in heels, thigh highs, and her own white thong. One by one, men came to the front of the stage to stuff bills into her thong and Kathy reward each with a little kiss or the opportunity to rub their hands against her firm hips or ass as they placed the bills in her thong. Some spent longer than others and after only the first dance, Kathy had received three offers from men eager to buy an hour or two of her time. Kathy’s co-workers watched, aroused, as my sexy blonde wife pranced, practically naked, around the stage. As men approached her, she’d bend over in front of them, grab her ankles in her hands, and show off her tiny, thong-split ass. She’d hold up her tits as if on display and delighted in the whistles and catcalls she received from the crowd of horny men. Occasionally she’d lie on her back and widely spread her legs lewdly above her head, taunt ass muscles straining as she did a reverse split in the air. Kathy danced through three songs, instead of the normal two, and received strong applause after her set was over. Picking the borrowed costume up off the floor, she made her way back to the table where her three co-workers were staring at her with mouths agape. Amber had left the table, so only the three men remained as Kathy sat back down next to Wayne. Smiling wickedly at her amazed subordinates, she pulled the white blouse around her shoulders and tied the two flaps in a loose knot below her heaving, glistening tits. “Like my show, guys?” She drunkenly teased with a confident laugh. “Ever figure you’d see your boss shaking her ass on stage wearing just a tiny little thong?” The Trip Kyle and Dave were pretending not to stare at their hot supervisor, and they repeatedly looked away at other dancers as if trying to ignore Kathy’s almost naked state. Wayne, however, made no attempt to hide his arousal. Immediately placing a hand on her thigh above the lacy top of the borrowed leggings, he squeezed Kathy’s thigh firmly. “You looked hot Ma’am. I have no doubt what every guy was thinking when you bent over, grabbed your ankles, and put your head back through your legs. You got poor Kyle and Dave all excited. They can’t even look at you!” “Mmmmm,” Kathy whispered breathlessly to him. “It got me excited too. Dancing in front of lots of guys has always made me excited. That’s one of the reasons it was so hard to quit; I’ve always had this thing about showing off. I love getting attention from men.” As he listened to Kathy confess about being an unrepentant show-off, Wayne slid his hand up higher and higher until he was once again rubbing my wife’s oozing pussy through her drenched thong panties. “You gonna put anything else on? Or are you just gonna sit there in that little thong and tease us?” He asked as he handed Kathy yet another glass of wine. “I think I’ll just sit here like this for awhile…if you don’t mind that is!” Kathy gleefully replied and then added in a barely audible whisper, “I’m going to tease you until you can’t stand it, Sergeant.” “And then what? And then what are you going to do?” Wayne asked staring her down. “You’ll have to wait and see, won’t you?” Kathy wickedly replied as she took a big swallow of wine. She then added, “Hey Wayne? “Are you gonna stick that finger in me, or are you afraid to finger fuck an officer in public? It’s pretty dark over here, no one can see what’s happening, but I bet you’re afraid of what Kyle and Dave are gonna say when we get back, aren’t you? Afraid of your wife finding out I bet.” It quickly became obvious that Wayne was not like some of the younger guys Kathy habitually teased, because, without a moment’s hesitation, he shoved her damp panties aside and rammed a thick finger straight up her sticky cunt. “Aghhhhhhhhh!” Kathy exclaimed hotly, squeezing her pussy hard against Wayne’s invading finger. “You’re not shy at all, are you? How come you never hit on me at work? You never even seemed to notice me back at Andrews.” That’s because,” Wayne explained as he slowly worked his finger in and out of Kathy’s burning, creaming cunt. “I always heard you were ‘officer pussy;’ that only other officers got to get into your pants.” “Oh, so you’ve heard that, have you? What else have you heard?” “Well, I’ve heard a lot of things I don’t believe. You know, typical male bullshit and embellishment, but I’ve heard that you can be a lot of fun. I’ve personally heard several of the docs say that you can be pretty wild and adventurous after you’ve downed a few.” “Oh? Is that why you’ve been buying me drinks all night? To see how much fun I am?” Kathy queried as she slowly humped her bubbling pussy onto the older enlisted man’s probing finger. “Guilty as charged, Ma’am. I figured with no officers around…well, you know what I figured.” Wayne grinned as he nonchalantly added a second finger to the one fucking in and out of Kathy’s slippery cunthole. “Yeah, I know. You figured you would get me drunk then fuck me, didn’t you? Well,” she added, eyes sparkling mischievously. “Looks like your naughty little plan is working, doesn’t it?” Abruptly standing up, Kathy forced Wayne’s pussy-cream covered fingers out of her tight bald cunt and rearranged her panties so her shaved mound was recovered. Walking slowly over to Dave, Kathy once again untied the flaps of the white schoolgirl blouse, reveling her up-tilted tits, and perched on one of the airman’s now trembling legs. Smilingly mockingly at an amused Wayne, she teased Dave in a little sing-song voice, “Did Amber leave you all alone? Did she get you all excited and then leave? Dancers are like that: we’ll stay as long as you’re paying for dances, but if you stop and some one else pays, we’ll leave you by yourself! Not too nice is that? You want a lap dance from me? Would you like Kathy to give you a freebie?” Without waiting for a reply, Kathy started to writhe slowly in front of the unbelieving young airman. Using her finely manicured hands to spread Dave’s legs wide, Kathy stood between his thighs and danced slowly to the song played by the DJ. Dave watched in delight as Kathy cupped her own firm tits, lightly pinching her nipples, and smiled down at him. After a few moments, she straddled one of his thighs and, using his leg as a perch, slowly rode back and forth, letting her thong covered pussy glide against the excited airman’s shaking leg. Glancing over at Kyle, Kathy brazenly informed him, “You’re next Kyle. Make sure you’re all “arranged” for me. Since Wayne won’t be nice and buy his troops dances, I guess I’ll just have to take care of you guys myself!” Dave sighed in guilty pleasure as his married boss hotly rubbed her firm, petite body all over him. Once again cupping her own big boobs in both hands, she pushed them into Dave’s face and invited him to lick them. “Go on, real quick! Give them a little lick when I rub them against your face. Do it fast, and the bouncers won’t come over here…and I promise I’ll never tell your fiancé!” Looking cautiously around the room, not wanting to draw too much attention to their dark corner, Dave tentatively lapped at one of the tits pressed into his face. He licked furtively, quickly while simultaneously humping up into the air trying to get some friction, any friction, against his throbbing cock. Feeling his upward thrusts, Kathy brashly slid a hand over his bulging crotch and slowly rubbed his hard cock through his straining pants. “You’re all hard, Baby,” Kathy needlessly informed him as she tried, unsuccessfully, to stuff one of her fat tits all the way into his mouth. “Your cock is all hard and swollen. Did Amber do that to you, or do I deserve some of the credit?” Moaning around the tit cramming his mouth, Dave rasped “Y-y-you! You made it even harder!” Rising off his leg, Kathy turned her back to Dave and lowered her bare asscheeks onto his lap. She noticed that her moist cunt had left a small wet spot on Dave’s pant leg, and she felt no shame in the fact that all three men could see the obvious evidence of her arousal. She writhed about slowly, rubbing her hard thong-slit ass into Dave’s pumping crotch, enjoying the feel of his hard cock bumping up against her tight butt. Up and down she posted in time with the thumping music, making Dave’s cock throb and pulse with desire. Pouting over at Wayne, Kathy placed a hand on each of Dave’s knees as she worked her tiny ass back and forth against his trembling cock. Moaning loudly so that all three men could plainly hear, my horny wife announced, “Oh God, I need to get fucked! I need to get fucked so fucking bad!” Dave groaned loudly at Kathy’s wickedness, and Kathy worried that he was about to cum in his pants. Standing up quickly, she turned and smiled down at him. “Not yet, Baby. Don’t waste it like that. Hold it for me, okay?” Another song had started up, and Kathy slinked over to Kyle, continuing to torment Wayne with her actions. As she had done with Dave, she used her hands to spread Kyle’s legs, and moved in close between his thighs. Kyle was much more aggressive than Dave and after watching Kathy swivel her lithe hips in front of him for a few minutes, he spun her around and pulled her backwards onto his lap. Soon, Kathy had her hands on his knees for balance and was rubbing her firm ass onto the second hard cock of the evening. Dave’s aggressiveness and assertiveness pushed Kathy’s pussy to near boiling, and she went into full cock-teasing mode. Staring impishly across at Wayne, she wickedly questioned the man on whose lap she danced, “Like my ass, Kyle? You like your LT’s ass? It’s nice and little isn’t it? I work hard on it; I want guys to appreciate it. Do you appreciate my ass Kyle?” Laughing, Kyle looked over at a broadly grinning Wayne, “Yes Ma’am! I love your little ass; it may be the nicest ass I’ve ever seen!” Sliding his hands up, he cupped Kathy’s tight ass and firmly kneaded her solid asscheeks as she pressed back against him. He pumped upwards, energetically dry humping Kathy’s round little ass from behind as she wiggled erotically on top of him. Pleased with both his verbal and physical responses, Kathy kept right on teasing. “I’m glad you like it, Kyle. What do you wanna do with it? Do you wanna spank it? You wanna lick it? Or do you just want to fuck it? I bet that’s what you want the most, isn’t it? You wanna fuck my naughty officer ass, don’t you? I bet you’d love to assfuck an officer…stick your cock up her butt and make her holler…wouldn’t you? I’d leave my uniform blouse on for you, so you could see the rank on it as you fucked my ass. Bet you’d love that!” Kathy’s naughty words evoked another groan from Dave and he watched anxiously as Kathy ground her tanned ass into his buddy’s lap. “Am I too nasty, Dave?” She enquired mockingly. “Do I talk too nasty? Most guys like it, but I think it bothers you. Some guys don’t like it I know. It’s ok. I can stop if you really want me to.” “Noooo,” the young airman replied. “I’m just not used to women saying that kind of stuff, especially officer women. I just never heard that kinda nasty stuff from a pretty woman before.” The song ended and Kathy suggestively slid off Kyle’s lap and once again took her place besides Wayne. Smilingly broadly she whisperingly asked, “Aren’t you glad you let me come along? I told you you’d have more fun with me! Are you mad that I let the other boys play before you?” Determined to show Kathy that he was still in control, Wayne leaned over and began to enthusiastically kiss the flushed blonde. Kathy opened her mouth to his probing tongue and eagerly sucked on it. In and out Wayne thrust his tongue into Kathy’s hot mouth as Kyle and Dave watched with unabashed excitement. Crawling, bit by bit, onto Wayne’s lap, Kathy soon sat with her back to him and pulled his hands up to cover her bare tits. As Wayne willingly stroked her gleaming boobs with his big hands, Kathy slowly pulled her sodden thong to the side, displaying her shaved little cuntmound to Dave and Kyle’s ogling eyes. Pouting teasingly, she grabbed one of Wayne’s hands and guided it, resolutely, to her oozing pussy. As he gloated at the younger men, Wayne brushed his hand against Kathy’s smooth cunt a few times, and then plunged one thick finger into my writhing wife’s leaking fuckhole. Kathy scanned the room vigilantly. She had been fingered, and more, many times in Giorgio’s, but she had no idea what was now tolerated in the club. She had been away for over a year, and she knew that the club’s informal “policies” changed frequently. She also realized, however, that unless someone was paying very close attention, it looked as if she was merely giving Wayne a provocative lap dance, something that a dozen other hot dancers, interspersed throughout the huge club, were doing with other eager customers. Spreading her flexible legs wider on his lap, she urged Wayne on as she leaned her head back to kiss him. “Finger it, Baby! Finger that hot little pussy! It’s all hot and wet; dancing does that to it. Dancing in front of all these guys makes it hot!” Kathy kicked off her borrowed heels and carefully placed a foot on each of Wayne’s knees as the experienced senior NCO resolutely drilled his wet finger slowly in and out of her splayed open cunt. Kathy shuddered as Wayne added a second finger and a low moan escaped her throat as he increased the pace of his determined finger-fucking. Turning slightly in his lap, Kathy reached around and fumbled for Wayne’s zipper. Struggling to find the tab, she rubbed her hand against his straining cockshaft causing Wayne to arch his back and press tightly against her. “Help me!” she whined pitifully. “Help me get it out…I wanna sit on it! Wayne looked around in near panic. “What the hell? Someone will see! We can’t do that; we’ll get arrested or something!” Continuing to rub Wayne’s hard erection through his pants, Kathy panted hoarsely, “No! No, we won’t. I used to do it right in this very corner before; it’s really hard to see what’s happening over here from anywhere else in the club. C’mon, Baby! Let me sit on it! Kyle and Dave wanna see me sit on it! They wanna see me get fucked!” Before she could get Wayne’s zipper down, another dancer seemingly appeared out of nowhere. “Kath! You better stop. The club got busted a few months back for too much “dancer-customer interaction.” You need to get out of here before Rick or one of the bouncers sees you. Sorry, Honey. It’s changed around here with the new mayor and shit.” Heeding her friend’s warning, Kathy disappointedly slipped of Rick’s lap and hustled into the dancer’s changing room. Returning a few minutes later, Kathy had slipped back into her own skirt and blouse, but it was obvious that she was no longer wearing her lacy bra, and she now carried her sandals in one of her hands. Wayne hustled her out of the strip club as quickly as possible. My wife was a little unsteady from all the wine she had drank and her state of sexual arousal was palpable: she knew that all three men were going to fuck her that evening, and she was doubly excited by the fact that the men had no idea if they were gonna get fucked or just cock-teased all evening. Upon reaching the rental, Wayne tossed the car keys to Dave. “You drive, Dave. I’m going to keep the LT company in the back seat.” Wayne said leering suggestively at the other two men. “I’m sure you don’t mind.” Wayne helped a barefooted Kathy crawl into the spacious backseat and grinned with appreciation as her tiny skirt rose up and bared her tight ass to his shameless gaze. Quickly, he crawled in right after her, and, before Dave even had time to start up the engine, Wayne had Kathy flat on her back in the backseat of the car and was maneuvering his body on top of hers. “Can’t tell you how long I’ve wanted to do this, Baby,” he panted as he eagerly slid Kathy’s skirt up around her trim waist, baring her slick, oozing pussyslit. “I’ve wanted to fuck you since that day I saw you sashay your cute little ass down past the orderly room a few months ago. I think about fucking you all the time. I even think about fucking you when I fuck that fat cow I’m married to.” Secretly thrilled by the older man’s admissions, Kathy squirmed lewdly under the horny senior NCO, helping him slide her little skirt up over her firm, curvy ass. With her black skirt finally out of the way, Wayne used another hand to pull Kathy’s tight red and black crop top up over her tits, making them wobble obscenely on her chest in the process. Glancing down at her as he worked to undo his jeans, Wayne let out a low sigh of approval, “Damn, Baby you sure got some nice tits on you for such a little girl. I bet you get tit-fucked all the time, don’t you? I bet your husband tit-fucks you every fucking day. I’d love to fucking cum all over those fuckers.” Kathy smiled widely, pleased at the compliment and impatiently helped Wayne shove his jeans and under shorts over his writhing hips and down to his knees. Looking up, she noticed that Kyle had turned around in the front seat so he could watch the hot action about to take place behind him. Winking at him, Kathy pouted sexily and whimpered loudly as she felt the head of Wayne’s wet cock brush against her hot shaved pussy lips. “Stick it in, Baby! Stick it in me! Fuck my ass off!” Kathy demanded hotly. “Hurry up and fuck me! Come on, Wayne! Fuck my hot little pussy! I need it so bad!” Driven to near madness by the lewd urgings of the young woman he had lusted after for months, Wayne hastily rammed his hard cock up Kathy’s tight twat in one firm shove. He groaned in ecstasy as he felt her tiny cunt grudgingly make way for his thick cock, and relished in the squeal his first hard thrust had forced from Kathy’s mouth. “Ohhh God! That’s it! That’s it! Fuck it, Wayne! Fuck that pussy, Baby!” Kathy whimpered as she felt the experienced Senior Master Sergeant bury his firm cock deep inside her clenching pussy. “Do it fast and nasty, Baby! Just fuck the shit outta it! Fuck it hard and fast! Right here in the back seat! Show Kyle and Dave how to fuck it!” Wayne groaned in exquisite response as he felt Kathy’s talented pussy begin to milk the cock that was burrowing deep inside her. Kathy’s previous teasing, together with the realization he was finally fucking the hot young officer of his fantasies, already had Wayne on the verge of blowing his nuts in his boss’ hot pussyhole. He knew there was no chance of him lasting for too long, but he also suspected he would get another crack at Kathy’s cunt that night, so he gave in to the hot fuck feelings and immediately fed Kathy fast, long stokes of his thick, throbbing cock. “You like being watched, LT?” He grunted, slamming his cock deep up Kathy’s gooey twat. “You like having Kyle watch us? You like giving it up in the back seat of a car like a high school girl? Fuck! This is too fucking hot and nasty; I’ve never fucked for an audience before! I’m not gonna be able to last too long! I’m gonna fucking cum pretty damn quick!” “Don’t worry, Wayne,” Kathy whimpered wantonly as she wrapped her slender legs around his waist, her eyes now tightly closed as she rocked her hips furiously at his powerfully pumping cock. “This first time is just for you! I know I’m a good little tease; I’m used to guys cumming fast the first time if I tease them a lot. Don’t worry about that…just get it Baby! Get that pussy! Get whatever you want! Take what you need!” Kathy could only imagine the sweet agony she was causing Dave and Kyle in the front seat as she slid her arms around Wayne’s neck and pulled him tightly against her. Opening her eyes, Kathy looked up to see Kyle staring at her with lust, watching as she got her tender pussy stuffed in the back seat of the moving car. Feeling Wayne pound her cunt harder and faster, she wailed in ecstasy as she glared teasingly at Kyle. “Fuck it! Fuck it! Fuck that cunt, Wayne! Fuck that cunt hard!” Determined to delay his inevitable climax, Wayne bit down hard on the insides of his cheeks, and did as Kathy asked. Pulling himself free of the tight grasp her slender arms had around his neck, he pushed himself up onto his hands and gave Kathy’s firm tits room to wobble and roll freely on her chest. Ducking his head down, he took on of her telescoping nipples into his mouth and lashed it with his tongue while furiously ramming his rock-solid boner in and out of Kathy’s velvety smooth fuckhole. Sliding her legs farther up Wayne’s body, Kathy changed the angle of the fucking, until Wayne’s dick was spearing straight down into her tiny cunt-channel. Her little feet were braced against the roof of the rental car, and she spread her supple legs as wide as the tight confines of the vehicle would allow, trying to draw every last inch of Wayne’s steel-hard cock into her wildly shuddering pussy. Kathy figured her moans and squeals, Wayne’s grunts, and the wet repetitive sound of hard cock sluicing into gooey pussy must be driving the men in the front seat crazy, but she decided to add fuel to the fire anyway, especially since she had taken a special liking to Kyle. “I’ll bet you guys can’t wait to fuck me, can you?” She panted hoarsely, once again winking at Kyle. “I bet you wanna fuck me so hard right now. I bet if we stopped the car, you’d just bend me over the hood and do me on the side of the road, wouldn’t you? I’d bet you’d just abuse my pussy and my ass as cars went whizzing by us! I know your type, Kyle—you’d wanna abuse my holes.” The Trip Riveted by the sounds of the raunchy action taking place him, and especially by Kathy’s incendiary words, Dave drove as fast as he possibly dared. Upon reaching the hotel, he turned quickly into the parking lot, his young body shaking as listened to his Lieutenant getting her hot young pussy screwed in the back seat. Haphazardly parking the car, taking up two spots in the hotel’s parking garage, he shut off the engine, and spun around to watch the conclusion of the forbidden fucking taking place behind him. “Ohhh fuck, LT! I’m good cum soon, I’m gonna fucking cum!” Wayne gulped as he felt Kathy’s feet bicycling in the air above his head. “I’ve wanted this for too fucking long! I’m sorry! I can’t last any fucking longer!” “Pull it out, Sarge!” An anxious Kyle bellowed. “Don’t mess that pussy and leave us sloppy seconds! Fuck, Sarge; don’t cum in her!” Kathy was prepared to argue with Kyle, but before she could say a word, Wayne wrenched his squirting boner out of her gooey cunt and shot a huge streamer of cum up over her squirming torso. A thick line of cock cream extended from her bald cunt up to her throat, soaking her shoved-up skirt and top in the process. Groaning deeply, Wayne shot out another rope of jizz that nailed her just below her right breast and ran down over her ribcage onto the car seat. A third ribbon of sperm burst forth and splattered against her throat and crop top. A forth coil of hot cum landed between her tits and shone wetly in the dim light of the parking garage. Breathing heavily, Wayne milked out the last few squirts onto Kathy’s flat, brown stomach where a big gob of sperm quickly pooled into her belly button. Rubbing the warm ball batter into her tits and tummy, Kathy cooed approvingly as if in a trance, “ I love it! I fucking love cum all over me! I don’t know why, but I love cum…I never get enough. You came all over me, Wayne! You shot your stuff all over me! Feels sooo hot…it feels so hot on my skin! You made a mess on my top though; you came on my cute little top, you bastard.” The three men watched silently, incredulous, as Kathy smeared Wayne’s spent seed all over her bronzed torso, muttering softly to herself as if they weren’t even there. Looking up, as if she suddenly realized she had an audience, Kathy giggled. “Looks like no one’s gonna be sucking my boobs tonight, huh? Guess I should have though of that before I basted myself. Oh well, there’s still plenty of other things we can do!” Wayne helped her hastily rearrange her skirt and crop top and assisted her out of the car. Dave was the only one not totally drunk and he had to help steer the others to the hotel elevator. Kathy was mindful of the big wet cum splatter on her top and as they exited the elevator on their floor, she noticed a woman, who was waiting to get on, stare at the wet spot. Smiling wickedly, she pointed at Wayne and said, “It’s his fault; he pulled out.” Kathy collapsed into a fit of giggles and the men red-faced, pulled her away from the elevator doors. Expectantly, the three men all looked at Kathy as if wondering “what next?” Without pause a still giggling Kathy informed the three horny men, “We need to use my room. I need to be in there in case my husband calls me. He’ll get suspicious if I don’t answer the phone. Here Wayne, get my key and let us in.” “Good plan,” replied Wayne as he took Kathy’s purse from her outstretched hand and fumbled to find the key card to unlock the door to her room. “Don’t want any interruptions from the spousal unit—especially while we’re fuckin’ his hot wife.” Standing in the hallway, impatiently waiting for Wayne to open the door, Kathy threw her arms around Kyle and began kissing him eagerly. “Ummmm, Kyle, I really like you!” She drunkenly slurred, “I like you a lot!” Grinding against him, she rubbed her pussymound hungrily against the hard shaft bulging in his pants as she slid her pink tongue into his mouth. Kyle sucked her probing tongue into his mouth and reached around to cup her tight squirming ass, pressing her tighter against him. Reaching down, Kathy unzipped his pants and reached her little warm hand into the opening. “Jesus Christ, LT!” Wayne hissed as he looked up and down the hallway all the while fumbling with the key card, “At least wait until we get in the fucking room!” If Wayne had lent any credence to some of the more implausible stories the doctors at Andrews told about Kathy, he would not have been surprised at what happened next, because, after finally freeing Kyle’s hard cock from the confines of his boxers, Kathy quickly knelt down in the hotel hallway and shoved the moaning sergeant’s throbbing cock deep into her hot sucking mouth. Placing both her hands on Kyle’s ass, Kathy pulled his crotch into her face, desperate to bury the full length of his hard cock into her mouth. Kyle groaned loudly as he felt the head of his cock slip past Kathy’s tonsils and slide down her buttery soft throat. “Oh fuck!” He muttered in bliss. “Look at that shit! She took it all on the first stoke! She fucking took it all!” Wayne and Dave gaped openly as Kathy began to bob her golden head back and forth, taking the full length of Kyle’s cock down her clenching throat in a smooth easy rhythm. Rolling up her gray-blue eyes to look at Kyle’s face, Kathy pulled harder on his ass, encouraging him to speed up the pace of his face fucking. Her long blonde hair swished from side to side across the back of her head and shoulders as Kyle crammed her greedy throat full of his hot, hard cockmeat. Small spit bubbles appeared at the sides of Kathy’s mouth and Kyle’s’ cock made wet squeaky sounds as his thick fuckrod pried Kathy’s jaws open wide. Back and forth he stroked his cock into his sexy boss’ face, forcing her to take the full length of his throbbing cock on every stroke. Humming in bliss Kathy let Kyle use her hot mouth like a pussy, drilling his cock all the way down her tight throat. Dazed at the lewd action taking place just feet in front of him, and mindful of being discovered by other hotel occupants, Dave nonetheless encouraged Kyle to screw Kathy’s face. “Fuck her face, man! Give her your cock! Make her suck all over it! This is so fucking hot!” Despite his desire to get Kathy into her room before they were observed, Wayne too, was overcome by the spectacle of his young blonde boss on her knees in the hotel hallway with a mouthful of cock. “You’re bad, LT,” he hissed. “Way bad! You don’t give a fuck if anyone sees you, do you?” With Kyle’s cock buried to the balls in her throat, Kathy wagged her head back and forth signaling “no” to Wayne. The erotic movement took Kyle by surprise and he groaned out loud as his cock twitched and bucked deep in Kathy’s gullet. Feeling his cock start to spasm, Kathy slid her mouth off of the twitching boner and licked it slowly from balls to tip. Taking one hand from Kyle’s ass, she held his salvia-coated prick upright and began to suck and lap at his hot trembling balls. “You’re gonna cum, aren’t you, Kyle?” My hot cock-licking wife asked teasingly. “You’re all ready to come aren’t you, Baby? The club and the car got you too excited didn’t they! You wanna cum in my face? Wanna see me wear your cum?” On her knees, in plain view of anyone who might happen upon them, sucking a thick throbbing cock, while two other men watched, Kathy felt her pussy begin its meltdown. Her exhibitionist streak and her love of danger had overpowered all her inhibitions and she was determined to bring Kyle off right there in the hallway! Capturing one of his cum-swollen balls between her pink, lipstick covered lips, she tugged on it gently, pulling it away from the base of his cock with her wet mouth. Kyle’s answering moan let her knew she had applied just the right amount of suction, and she adroitly probed his ballsack with her nimble, pink tongue while slowly jerking his thick cock in her little hand. Back and forth she went, sucking first one spit-covered ball, then the other, into her mouth, while simultaneously jacked off Kyle’s pre-cum oozing cock. “CummminmyfaceBaby… cummmm… cummallovermyfuckingface… creamit…. creaminmyface, lemmefeelit,” Kathy murmured hotly as she suddenly crammed her mouth full of both of Kyle’s hugely inflated balls. Still holding open the door to Kathy’s room, Wayne watched, enthralled. He knew he should not let the hallway cock sucking continue, but he was also desperate to find out if Kathy was really nasty enough to take a load of sperm all over her pretty face in a semi-public setting. Lust won out over prudence and, in capitulation, he implored Kathy to finish Kyle off, “Make him cum, LT! Make him cum in your face! Make him shoot it!” Spitting out both of Kyle’s hot, trembling balls, Kathy looked up with a determined look on her face. “Right here, right now, Kyle…I want you to cum in my cock sucking face!” The sight of the wanton young blonde officer on her knees before him, demanding his hot cumload, proved too much for Kyle. With a small yelp, he forced his iron hard cock to horizontal and aimed it at Kathy’s wet-from-sucking face. Practically delirious with lust, Kathy leaned slightly back on her heels and watched as Kyle’s piss hole winked open spasmodically. Before she could say anything to further encourage him, Kyle’s cock recoiled in his shaking fist and fired a huge bolt of creamy sperm straight at Kathy’s pretty face! Kathy wailed with crazed pleasure as the first cum wad hit her in the forehead and splattered loudly. Struggling to keep her eyes open, she stared at Kyle as he jerked off in her pouting face. Losing himself in the moment, Kyle forgot that is was his superior’s face he was creaming, and his language reflected it, “Here it cums! Here it fucking cums, Bitch! I’m gonna cum all over your fucking face! What a slut! Right here in the fucking hall! What a fucking slut!” The second jet of cum smacked her in the nose, and the third, despite her best efforts, sealed her right eye shut like a clump of heavy white glue. Thrilled by the facial cum bath he was giving his little blonde boss, Kyle aimed his cock at the uncovered portions of her face. Splat! A thin jet of jizz smashed against Kathy’s closed lips and dripped down her face. Whap! Another glob of cock cream arced out and glued shut her left eye, leaving both her eyes now completely obscured. On her knees, blinded by cum, in front of three of her erstwhile subordinates, submitting to what some would consider a degrading public facial; Kathy was about to explode. The sheer wickedness of what she was doing registered at a primal level in her brain and thrilled her beyond comprehension. Untouched, her bald pussy began to tremble and quake, and her body quivered uncontrollably. From far down the hall, Kathy heard a door open and then slam shut, followed by heavy footsteps. She could not immediately tell if the footsteps were approaching or departing, but the potential of being caught on her knees getting her face sprayed with sizzling hot cum, pushed her over the edge. Grabbing Kyle’s still spewing cock in her right hand, she began to rub it into her sticky, cum-covered face as her pussy pulsed in orgasm. “Splatter me! Cover me! Cum all over my face! Don’t stop Kyle! Cream my face good, Baby! Cover me with your hot stuff!” She keened loudly in hopes that the owner of the mysterious footsteps would hear her begging for cum. As she rubbed the Sergeant’s spent cock into her face, smearing the hot, sticky cream all over her gorgeous features, Kathy’s neglected cunt continued to explode in a series of mini climaxes and her petite body was wracked with shudders. She heard Dave moan at the sight of her face being so thoroughly creamed and she wondered if any of the men realized that she was flooding her already damp panties with her with oily girl-cum. “Fuck! Someone’s coming!” Kathy heard Wayne announce as he grabbed her arm and pulled her through the doorway into her room. “You’re gonna get us caught! Get you little ass in here!” “You’re right!” Thought Kathy as her little pussy continued to spasm crazily, “Someone is cumming!” Once in the room with the door closed, Wayne handed Kathy a washcloth to wipe off her face. Smiling impishly at him, Kathy shook her head and instead used her fingers to scoop up most of the creamy cum load that still coated her face. Sliding her fingers into her mouth she slowly and thoroughly cleaned the warm spunk off them. Staring at Wayne, she scooped up more of the remaining cum from her face, and wickedly notified him, “I love eating cum! I love eating hot, gooey cum; I could eat it all night!” Wayne glared at her in unbridled disbelief. “How could a girl as innocent looking as you be so fucking nasty? I don’t know any other officers like you.” He asked, “Where does it come from? I’d never have believed you were like this from seeing you at work…I though those officer punks had to be making shit up, because you shot them down or something, you know? I never would have thought…you’re fucking amazing!” Thrilled that she had surprised someone as worldly and experienced as Wayne, Kathy boldly asked, “Who’s next? You ready Dave? You want me to suck you off or do you wanna just fuck me?” Before Dave could respond, Wayne interjected, “He’s gonna fuck you LT! Get those clothes off so he can fuck you good!” Kathy was delighted that Wayne was finally taking charge and she hurriedly pulled her crop top up off over her head, mussing her long blonde hair. She had not put her bra back on after dancing at the club, so her firm tits bobbled erotically on her chest as she disrobed. Unzipping her short skirt she let it fall in a heap at her bare feet and stood there in just her soaking wet thong. Using her thumbs, she slid the drenched flimsy white panties off her slender hips until they; too, lay in the heap at her feet. Sliding over to Dave, she put her arms around the much taller man and began to kiss and tease him as she rubbed her firm tits against his chest. “Is Wayne right? Is that what you’re gonna do, Baby? You gonna stick your big hard cock up my little pussy and make your LT cream all over it? I’ll let you, Baby; I’ll let you. I’ll let you fuck my hot cunt if you want.” Dave shuddered at Kathy’s naughty words and eagerly kissed her back. Tentatively, reaching out a trembling hand, the inexperienced young man stroked and kneaded one of Kathy’s firm breasts, making her shudder with arousal. Sliding her nimble tongue in and out of the airman’s suddenly dry mouth in a slow fucking rhythm, Kathy continued to tease. “Feel it, Dave. Feel my pussy! It’s all nice and baby smooth on the outside and hot and wet on the inside. Stick your finger up there and feel how wet I am for you!” Dave did as requested and was soon sliding one slender finger in and out of Kathy’s bald pussy as they stood, kissing passionately, in the center of my wife’s hotel room. Reaching down, Kathy pulled Dave’s hand away from her cunt and pulled it up to her face. Opening her mouth, she slowly sucked Dave’s pussy juice covered into her hot mouth and sucked it hard. She pushed his hand down, let him finger her pussy some more, and then repeated the process. On the third cycle, she pushed Dave’s finger into his mouth and smiled teasingly, as he tasted her hot cunt oil from his finger. “Like the way I taste, Dave?” Kathy asked hotly, watching him suck her pussy cream off his middle finger. “Maybe sometime I’ll let you lick it. Somehow, I don’t there’s gonna be much pussy licking tonight, but maybe when we get back, you can lick it for me and make me cum all over your pussy-licking face!” “Enough of that lovey-dovey crap!” Wayne growled impatiently from the king-sized bed on which he was sitting, “Get that cute little ass over here, Kathy.” By using her first name for the first time tonight, Wayne demonstrated to the others that he was going to run the entire show. The thought excited Kathy: a man almost twice her age was taking control of the situation—she would not have to make any decisions. Taking Dave by the hand, Kathy led him over to the bed and looked expectantly at Wayne. “On your knees.” Wayne ordered. “Get on your knees and kneel with your chest flat on the bed. Let him come at you from behind!” Obediently, Kathy dropped to her knees and positioned herself as Wayne had directed. Slowly wagging her tight, saucy little ass enticingly from side to side, she looked back over her shoulder at Dave and purposely poured on the naughty chatter she loved. “Do me like a dog, Baby,” she cooed. “Doggy fuck me like I’m a little bitch in heat! Do me good and make me bark and howl for you!” Not quite believing his ears, Dave hurriedly dropped to his knees behind my wife, and took his rigid dick in hand. Slotting the head of his twitching cock into the drooling opening of Kathy’s bald cunt, Dave surged forward and buried half his rod in her on the first stroke. “Uhhhhggggg!” Kathy grunted. “That’s it, Baby. Stick it in there! Ohhh, it’s nice and hard; just the way I like them!” Dave groaned in appreciation at the feel of Kathy’s tight, slick cunt clamping down on his cock as it slithered into her. At first, he fed her short, slow strokes in an attempt to acclimate himself to the snug slipperiness of her scalding hot cunt. With just the head and first few inches of his hard shaft in her sticky pussy, he grabbed Kathy by the hips and fucked her tentatively. Staring incredulously at the gooey junction where his prick met Kathy’s pussy, Dave was trying hard to convince himself he was really fucking his sexy boss while two of his co-workers cheered him on. “Fuck her, Dave!” Kyle enthused, “Damn that looks good! Do it hard, dude. Get it all the way in her and do it hard! Fuck the shit outta that cunt!” Wayne took a little more pity on the young airman and coached him along, “Don’t rush it Dave. She ain’t goin’ anywhere. Fuck her nice and slow, ‘till you get used to it. Take your time.” Kathy moaned her agreement, “Ummmm, yeah, Honey. Do it slow; get it all the way in there before you really start fucking. Get me all hot for it!” Still holding Kathy by her slender hips, Dave drilled his cock deeper and deeper into her molten pussy tunnel. After two or three minutes of steady slow stroking, he was boring the full length of his cock up Kathy’s cunt and his pelvis slapped vigorously against her firm little ass. Kathy was amazed that, after all Dave had already seen and done that evening, he was able to fuck her hard without quickly spurting her steaming pussy full of sizzling hot semen. “Yeah you got it, now.” Kyle, loutishly informed the hard pumping airman. “Grab her by the hair, Dave. Grab a handful of the little bitch’s hair and ram your cock up her pussy!” Removing one of his hands from Kathy’s undulating hips, Dave reached up and grabbed a handful of her thick blonde hair. Tugging on it firmly, he used her hair to yank her head back as he pummeled Kathy’s tight cunt from behind with long smooth strokes. In and out, his cock surged as he paced himself carefully; no way was he going to come too soon and embarrass himself in front of his two older colleagues. His steady pace suited Kathy just fine, and she pushed her ass back forcefully to capture the full length of her subordinate’s surging cock. Unggh! Oh God!” Kathy groaned from the pressure on her head caused by Dave’s energetic hair-pulling. “Keep going, Lover! Ewwwww! How you fuck a girl! You know how to fuck, Baby! Oh, you know how to fuck!” Heady with the compliment from his hot boss, Dave rose up off his knees and slid up higher behind Kathy, until he was actually standing on his quivering legs. Half-crouched, he continued to pound her sweet wet cunt from behind as he used her hair to crank her head back even farther. Leaning over, he captured one of Kathy’s ears in his mouth and whispered hotly, “I’m fucking you Ma’am…I’m fucking you!” The Trip It was Tuesday evening my wife and I were relaxing in front of the television. Rich, a friend of mine called. After a short conversation, I set the phone down and sais to my wife, "Rich has some tickets to a Devil Rays game Saturday. If we have no plans, I'd like to go along." "I have no plans. Go ahead. It might be fun." Looking at my wife, I relayed the whole itinerary, "Were going to leave Friday evening, grab a hotel and catch a game on Saturday and Sunday. We should be home around six on Sunday." Friday at four Rich pulled up. As I got in his Durango, he said, "One more stop to pick up Mike and Ted and we'll be on our way." Pulling into a driveway at a nice house in Longwood, Rich went to the door. A few minutes later I saw two guys following Rich down the driveway. "This is Mike and this is Ted." Pointing to me Rich said, "This is Ken. We used to work together years and years ago." Mike sat behind me. Mike is slim with a balding head on top. I guessed him to be in his mid thirties. As he threw his bag in the back I looked at Ted. I guessed him to be in his mid to late twenties. He was tall and muscular. After everyone was settled in Rich got on I-4 and drove west to Tampa. We stopped in Lakeland for dinner. The rest of the drive seemed to go by fast. Between dinner and the drive down the interstate, I got to know Mike and Ted. After checking in to our hotel, we watched a little Braves baseball on TBS. Reaching for the phone book, Ted said, "Let's go find a strip club and have a little fun." Trying to find a way to say no, Mike said, "I don't know." In a kidding manner Rich said, "What's the matter Mike, your wife wouldn't approve?" "No that's not it, I'm just afraid of getting horny and not being able to do anything about." We watched a couple of more innings of the brave's game, when Rich looked at me and asked, "Hey Ken You want to hit a couple of clubs?" I answered, "Sure as long as we are back by midnight. It has been a long week." With me and Rich being in our forties, it seemed like we were the elders of the group. Maybe we should have known better. Getting into Rich's car, we left. At the first club Rich handed me the keys. I knew what he wanted, and didn't mind being the designated driver. We hit four clubs. It was a fun evening. At twelve twenty I set my sprite down, and suggested we head back to the hotel. Everyone agreed and we left. Walking in the door, I opened the beer I bought on the way back. Leaning against the headboard I turned on sportscenter. I changed out of my jeans into a pair of comfortable shorts. As everyone started to relax, Ted shocked me when he said, "Oh man there was some beautiful women tonight, I am so horny, I'd pay some one for a blow job." What shocked me even more was that I was thinking about taking him up on his offer. I had to stop myself. I have had a curiosity about checking out my bisexual side since high school. Once in high school two friends and I jacked off together. We later talked about what it would be like to suck a cock, but we never went through with it. Interrupting my thoughts, I heard Mike say with a giggle, "See I knew we shouldn't have gone." I couldn't believe what I said next. Before thinking I said to Ted, "I'll give you a blow job." He got up off the other bed and walked towards me. Rich started to say something, then just got off the bed. Mike and Rich joined Ted in getting undressed as if they were going to join in. Wondering what I got myself into I said, "Hey I think I miss spoke. I was just curious what it's like to give some one a blow job. I spoke before thinking. I will do it as long as what happens here stays here." Everyone agreed. I slid off the bed. I got comfortable on my knees. Rich was in front of me, Ted was on my right and Mike was on my left. Since Ted brought up the idea, I leaned towards him first. His cock was 7 inches and thick. Looking at it inches from my face. I was getting turned on thinking about what I was about to do. Massaging his thigh and moving my hand to his balls, I started to open my mouth. Taking him to the back of my throat I started moving my mouth faster while continuing to play with his balls. After sucking Ted deep long and hard several more times, I moved to Rich. I was mesmerized by the situation. Rich had a seven inch cock. His balls were large and drooped low. I licked the large mushroomed head. Grabbing the base, I took his cock in my mouth. I moved both hands to his ass as I sucked him deep. His hairy butt cheeks felt odd as I pushed his mid section closer. I felt his hand on the back of my head and heard him moan. I moved one of my hands to massage his balls and took him deep in my mouth. As I felt his pubic hairs touching my nose, I realized someone was left out. I sucked Rich a couple of more times then moved to Mike. Moving to Mike, I looked at his red pubic hair, then looked at his cock. It was 7 inches or so and thick. I started to suck his cock. As the tip hit the back of my throat, I started playing with his balls and cock at the base. The more I continued my first cock sucking session the more I wanted to see cum shoot all over my goatee. I was getting more excited and started going faster on Mike's cock. Reaching a hand over to Ted's cock, I was startled to feel his hand already there. I moved to my right and started sucking Ted's cock. My jaw was getting sore, but I was anxious to see some one spurt cum my way. Grabbing the base of his cock, I took him deep. Going faster up and down on his cock I started playing with his balls. I could hear him moan, then I felt him put his hand at the back of my head. He pushed my head then moaned again. I could tell he was close. I felt his cum at the back of my throat, then moved back to take it on the chin. Feeling his cum mixed in my goatee was all I thought it would be. As he stepped back I moved over to Rich. With Rich and Mike waiting for me finish them, I started again with vigor. I sucked Rich's cock deep and fast, playing with the base and his balls. I started switching between Rich and Mike. I was using my hands more to give my jaw a rest. Going back to using my mouth, I started paying a lot of attention to Mike. Feeling his cock in my mouth made me hot. He started to moan then I felt him spurt. I felt his cum hit my tongue, and pulled his cock out of my mouth to add some more cum to my goatee. Rich moved to the bed. I crawled next to him. I went back to sucking his cock and fondling his balls. I looked at him. He had his eyes closed. Going back to what I was doing I started sucking his cock deeper and faster. I sensed he was about to cum and started playing with his balls more. With his cock head hitting the back of my throat, I ran a finger between his balls and his butt. As he moaned, I felt his cum at the back of my throat. I pulled his cock out of my mouth and masturbated the rest all over my chin and cheek. I rolled on my back on the bed. Looking at the other bed, Mike and Ted were asleep. I wanted to get up and take a shower, but it felt good to just lie there and relax. I was some where between asleep and being groggy, when I felt my shorts coming off. I started to look down to see who was undressing me, then decided to just wait to see what was going to happen without looking. Lying there naked, I felt a mouth on my slowly growing cock. Realizing there was a lot of precum from earlier, I wondered what he was thinking. Oh it felt so good. I was close and was going to warn him when I started to shoot my cum in his mouth. I looked down to see Rich pulling off my cock. More sticky cum dribbled out onto my thigh. I slid off the bed and went to the bathroom. I took a long hot shower. I started to wonder what I had done. I enjoyed it, but I was afraid of someone else finding out. I put the worries of my wife and someone else finding out and finished my shower. I grabbed a small piece of sheet and blanket next to Rich. Even though I didn't get to bed until after 1:30, I was up by 7:00. Everyone else was still asleep. I grabbed a pair of shorts, a tank top and some sandals and went to the lobby for the continental breakfast. After some coffee, a doughnut and a small bowl of cereal, I went back to the room. Back at the room everyone was awake. Ted was in the shower. Mike was dressed and ready to get some breakfast. Rich was awake, but still in bed. Everyone seemed to act as if nothing happened last night. After breakfast, we swam in the pool and relaxed until the game. The devil rays lost, but it was close. We enjoyed the game. After a stop at Hooters, we bought some beer and went back to the hotel. We swam in the pool and relaxed at the pool area until late into the evening. Still no one mention last night. We were having fun. I guess that was all that mattered. I was kind of concerned that they might think different of me. We moved the party to the room. After we all showered and dried off, we relaxed in front of a game on television. Ted and I were sitting at the table near the door, Mike was on one bed and Rich was on the other bed. During a commercial Mike looked at me and asked, "What was it like sucking cock?" I was surprised at the question. I waited to think about my answer. Finally I said, "I don't know how to describe it. I guess if I had to I'd say it was just the feeling of doing something for someone and once you get over the feeling it's wrong, it's fun." I knew that description wasn't going to work; so after thinking a minute or two I said, "Someone once told just look at it as licking pussy. You are trying to do something for someone to make them feel good. To actually describe it there are some things that are hard to describe." Ted looked at Mike and said, "If you really want to know try it." Ted was quiet. I could tell he was thinking. I was about to volunteer to let him try it on my half erect cock when Ted stood up, took off his shorts and said; "I'll be your guinea pig." Mike went to his knees in front of Ted. A little timid, he licked the under side of the large head. He was hesitant to put it in his mouth. Touching Ted's cock, Mike looked like a kid with a new toy. I was mesmerized watching Mike. He moved Ted's balls with his fingers then moved closer opening his mouth. He slowly moved his mouth up and down on Ted's cock. I was waiting for Mike to move back and quit, but he seemed to get into it. I looked across the room at Rich. He had taken his shorts off and was playing with himself. He was watching intently. I thought about going over there, but I was too comfortable watching Mike. Looking back at Mike, he was really getting into it. He had his hands on Ted's hips and butt cheeks, while he was sucking his cock. He was going deeper and faster, then moved a hand to the base of Ted's cock. He was pulling hard on Ted's cock in rhythm with his mouth. Ted moaned and said, "I'm cuming" Mike moved back and masturbating Ted's cock harder, Ted shot cum all over Mike's chest, neck and shoulder. I looked at Mike and in a joking manner said, "Now describe what you just did," Mike went, "Er uh" After a moment to think he said, "I know what you mean. It's hard to describe. I also agree once you get over the initial feelings of it being wrong it can really be fun, but I wasn't about to swallow like you did." Mike laid down. Still standing next to the bed with cum dripping from his cock, Ted crawled on the bed next to mike. Leaning over Mike's small frame Ted started sucking Mike's cock. As I watched him going up and down I thought it was a strange sight Ted's large muscular body on top of mike. Looking at Rich, I went and sat on the foot of the bed near his legs. Moving his hands I started playing with his large thick cock. I played with and massaged his balls while watching Ted on the other bed. I was in no hurry I was just touching and playing; while enjoying the scene on the other bed. Ted sucked Mike deeper and harder while masturbating his cock at the base. He was working with energy like he wanted to see Mike cum. Watching Mike's face I knew he was close. Ted sensed it also and pulled his mouth off his cock as Mike came all over Ted's hand and Mike's cock. I leaned over and started sucking Rich. With a hand on the base of his cock, I was enjoying the feel of his cock sliding in and out of my mouth. While sucking him, I would move my hand from his cock to his balls and back often. I was sucking Rich hard and fast when I felt something behind me. I stopped. I've never been fucked in the ass and was afraid it might hurt. I turned around to see Mike. He sensed my objection and said, "Just relax I won't do anything you will not enjoy." I wasn't sure what that meant; so I said, "Just don't do anything I have not done before." Mike said okay and continued rubbing his cock around my butt and balls. Feeling I could trust him I continued sucking on Rich. I heard him moan. I went faster and deeper. I really enjoyed when it touched the back of my throat. Mike's cock felt weird. It was wet from his cum. He was moving it around the tip of my tight hole and balls. He was moving fast trying to meet my rhythm on Rich. My mind was swirling. I was enjoying what I was doing to Rich. I was anxious about what Mike was doing. I was curious about what it would feel like if he entered me, but I was also cared it would hurt. My thoughts were interrupted when Rich came. He shot his load at the back of my throat. I continued up and down trying to drain every drop. At the same time I was playing hard at the base of his cock. Sensing Rich was cumin, Mike stopped near my tight ass hole. He slowly entered. With only the tip inside me he stopped. As I started to move, he pulled away. I laid on my back near Rich. Mike moved his hand to my cock. After masturbating it a couple of times he moved his mouth onto my cock. It didn't take long, and I was cumming. Mike stayed there swallowing every drop. After he licked me clean, he went to the cooler for a beer. We watched an old movie and went to sleep. The following morning we had relaxed in the pool before breakfast. Rich and Ted were in the front for the drive to the ball game. Stopping at the front desk they both got out to handle the hotel bill. Mike looked at me and said, "I don't think anyone knew I entered your ass last night. Let's keep that our little secret." "Yeah I don't think anyone else needs to know." We enjoyed the game and went home. On the way home Rich called his wife on his cell phone. They were all at dinner at Chili's. She said the girls spent the weekend together. When Rich hung up and told us, all of our minds were wondering what went on while we were gone. The Trip When I married Adam, I was 18 and he was 24. Even though I was right out of high school, I was hardly what you would consider "innocent." I'd done my share of running around in high school, but seemed to settle down when I met Adam. Although I had been rather wild and promiscuous in my youth – even engaging in a threesome with two guys - after I got married I felt like I should be "proper." Even now, three years later and with the experiences we've shared, I still am timid about talking about sex and fantasies with my husband. None the less, Adam gradually brought up the idea of group sex. While his dirty talking excited me and turned me on, I still was reluctant to let him know that it did. In my mind it just wasn't right to fantasize about other men when I was happily married. When Adam started working with a guy he'd gone to school with, Brian, the discussion of group sex came up again. While on a business trip with Brian, Adam showed him some "naughty" pictures he'd taken of me. At first, I was slightly upset, but as Adam told me how much it had turned Brian on to look at me, I changed my mind about it. It seems that Brian had been experiencing a "block" lately and looking at me was the first thing in several months that allowed him to cum from masturbating. While having no lack of interested guys in school, I've always been rather self conscious of my body – at 5' 4" and 120 lbs., I knew had a fairly nice body, and especially a nice ass, but a rather small chest. My husband always says they're a "perfect handful – or mouthful," but hearing that another man had found pictures of me attractive enough to masturbate and get off, really made me feel surprisingly sexy. As luck would have it, Brian and Adam were also taking some classes together at the college, and along with a few others, were taking a school trip together. There was enough room in the vehicle and an extra room at the hotel for Adam and me to stay in, so I went with. The whole drive there, all I could think about was the fact that Brian had seen me naked, and it got me rather excited. Well, it turned out that there weren't quite enough rooms at the hotel after all, so Brian volunteered to be the "unlucky" one to stay with the "old married couple." I knew there was a possibility of something happening, but at the same time let those old feelings come back that told me hoping for such a thing was wrong. The first night we were there, Brian and Adam, along with the others that came with, decided to go out to a couple of bars. Being still a few months away from my 21st birthday, I had to stay behind. When I finally was bored out of my mind, thinking they were never coming back, I got into my pajamas and went to bed. Shortly after that, Adam and Brian stumbled in, not drunk, but definitely feeling the effects of the alcohol. I was stunned when Brian stripped down to his boxers and got into his bed, right in front of me. Brian has a tattoo across his back - and for some reason, it really turned me on. After Adam got into bed with me he said, "You know, Brian was telling some pretty interesting sex stories when we were on that business trip. You should here some of them. Brian, why don't you tell us some?" As Brian began one of his stories, Adam started fondling my breasts. The stories and thrill of feeling me up with another man in the room got him pretty steamed up and soon, he had moved his hand down to my pussy. Wanting better access, he took off my shorts and panties underneath the covers and continued fingering my already wet pussy. Not knowing what was going to happen next, I was trying to be rather discreet about the whole thing. Adam leaned over and whispered into my ear, "You don't have to be quiet... Let him hear what I'm doing to you." Although still slightly nervous, I let my breathing become deep, lustful gasps, and soon soft moans were escaping from my lips. We knew Brian could tell something was going on in the bed next to him, because occasionally the story would pause for a moment and his words were a little choked. Adam decided to really get things rolling by whipping the covers back off of my half naked body. Brian had a clear view of Adam stroking my pussy, but was trying not to blatantly look. "Why aren't you telling us your story anymore?" my husband asked. "I, uh... It sounds like you're busy over there, so I won't interrupt you," was his reply. Adam helped me sit up and took the last piece of clothing off of me – my t-shirt. "Why don't you join us, instead?" Adam said. Brian resisted at first, saying he was fine where he was with the view, but when Adam moved down and started eating my pussy, he couldn't resist any longer. While Adam licked my hot pussy, Brian came over and began kissing me while playing with my tits. The sheer excitement of having two men focusing on my pleasure nearly made me cum. Seeing another man kiss and fondle his wife had Adam on the edge of blowing it, too. I could tell by the way he was vigorously licking my wet pussy. Brian moved up to offer me his cock, and I eagerly took it into my mouth. It's not that I don't enjoy giving head, but Adam's dick is so thick that in no time I feel like my jaw is locking up. Brian's, while being slightly longer than my husband's, was the perfect size for me to wrap my lips around. The feeling of having one man lick my pussy while having another man's cock in my mouth was enough to send me over the edge. As I slid my tongue down Brian's shaft to take his balls into my mouth, I exploded while Adam licked every last drop from my dripping pussy. Adam then moved out of the way while Brian buried his 8 inch cock into my well eaten pussy. Fucking another man while my husband watched is the sexiest, most exciting thing I could have ever imagined. We suspected Brian hadn't been getting any lately, and knowing that I was bringing him that much pleasure made me even hotter. As he came deep inside my already throbbing cunt, I could hardly resist the urge to dig my fingers into his smooth back. Brian had an excellent body, and I couldn't believe I was lucky enough to have a husband that wanted me to fuck it! After Brian was done, I thought Adam would want me to clean myself up a bit. Instead he stepped in right where Brian left off and began fucking me harder than he ever had before. Like I said, his cock is very thick, and it felt enormous as he slid in and out of me. It had been one of his fantasies to see me get fucked by someone else, and apparently it was all that he'd hoped it would be. It was strange to feel his wide cock pushing in and out of the mixture of mine and Brian's cum. While Adam pumped his dick into me, Brian moved back up by my head and began kissing and caressing me. As I began to moan again from the thrill of kissing one man and fucking another, it didn't take long for Adam to add his own cum to the mixture. The night was absolutely incredible, and had the guys not had to be up the next morning, I'm sure it would have kept on going til the sun came up. It was better than I ever would have dreamed – the thought of two men had always sounded like a lot of work to me, but they turned the tables and focused all their attention on my pleasure. Luckily, we still had two more nights in the hotel, and they definitely weren't wasted! It's happened again since then, and while it was incredible, too, nothing will beat the first time. And I believe we're all three looking forward to the next time. The Trip If there was one thing I enjoyed it was cycling. We lived on the outskirts of the city so after work I could hop on my bike and cover my five miles of country road. I had indulged myself in a quality ten-speed cross-country bike; it was lightweight and negotiated rougher secondary roads quite well. My husband thought I was crazy but I explained it kept me in pretty good shape instead of becoming a couch potato like him. The only exercise he got was the occasional game of golf. I had covered all the roads around our house many times and wanted a change of scenery. I trip to Canadian Tire and I had a bicycle rack attached to he rear of my Camry to I could carry my bike for trips further a field. It was early on a Sunday morning the first time a loaded the bike onto the car to venture to new territory. The sun was still burning off the morning mist when I pulled into the Ancaster trail parking lot. The Ancaster Trail was an old abandoned railroad right-of-way that had been converted into a bicycling path. The rails had been removed and a layer of fine powdered stone provided a smooth surface to bike over. The trail traveled about fifteen miles through wilderness terminating in the neighboring town of Brantford. Being an old railroad right-of-way there were no grades greater than 3% Birds were singing joyously from the trees welcoming another day as I pushed off on my journey. It was August and we were in the middle of a warm spell so I had chosen to wear a brief pair of satin shorts with a loose fitting tank top. My petite breasts secure in a sports bra. All was serene for the first twenty minutes of so as a cruised along in solitude. Then Dave overtook me. Dave was a high school teacher also out for his daily exercise. Coming abreast of me he slowed down to exchange greetings. As we made small talk Dave continued at my side governing his speed to match mine. As we rode side by side the sun continued to climb in the sky. It was getting noticeably warmer and sheen of perspiration begins to form on my skin. It was about forty-five minutes later when Robert caught up to us. He was a dark handsome guy with a camera hanging around his neck. Joining us he introduced himself telling us he had a photography studio in Ancaster. That explained the expensive looking Nikon SLR hanging from his neck. From what I knew about cameras I knew it was worth about a month of my salary. Robert explained to us he was always looking for new subjects on his outings. He told us he had discovered many samples of flora a fauna during his trips through the woods. He said he usually had a 105MM lenses on the camera, which was good for shots from about fifty feet. For close-ups he could snap on the 35MM lenses. Three abreast we continued deeper into the wilderness. As the sun approached its zenith we pause at a shaded glade for a break. I rummaged through my bag for a Granola bar and a bottle of Gatorade. As we tarried Robert searched the area for subjects to photograph. It was now quite warm and the guys had peeled off their shirts. "Why don't you take your top off?' Dave suggested. It was legally permissible for women to go topless here in appropriate circumstances and it was not like I had really big breasts. "Yea, there's nobody else around." Robert agreed. It was true, we had seen no one else during our ride into the wilds. Deliberately I lifted my top off over my head. Not to be bothered I unfastened my bra and removed it also. As I stuffed the unwanted garments into my bag I was highly aware of my friends examining my bare breasts. Robert brought his camera up to his eye ready to click my picture. "Robert!" I protested. "Aw c'mon, just for my own use?" he argued. "Well, OK." I agreed. Dave sat in awe as Robert clicked a series of pictures of me bare-breasted. "How about something more daring?" Robert asked. More daring? All I was wearing was my shorts and running shoes! "What do you mean?" I asked. Dave watched intently as Robert suggested I remove my shorts! I don't know if it was because I was away from home with strangers or being flattered by being the center of attention but I stood and peeled down my shorts and panties. I stood proudly before my new friends totally naked. The guys scrutinized by body, my pert breasts with their pink button nipples, my neatly trimmed pubic hair adorning my naked pussy. "Very nice!" Dave gasped. Robert's camera was clicking furiously recording my exhibitionism. Here I was, far from home, naked with two strangers. The compromising situation was making me excited; good judgment went out he door. I posed provocatively for Robert, presenting my naked charms conceitedly for his lenses. I found myself bending over and looking at the camera from between my spread legs, my vagina wide open for the camera to record. "Want to have some fun?" Dave asked. I thought I was having fun? "What do you mean?" "Ever have a threesome?" Dave continued. A threesome! Never had I done anything so wicked, I had not even had another man since I had been married. "No." I answered suspiciously. "Would you like to?" Robert watched for my approval. It was a beautiful day, good company and a spur of the moment opportunity to shed my up to standard behavior for the moment. "Sure!" I smiled. Dave took my naked body into his arms and caressed my bare breasts. I felt Robert's hand slide across my bare rump on its was to explore my womanhood. I sighed as Dave's tongue entered my mouth and Robert's fingers my vagina. I was in a world I had never ventured before; two men were making love to me at the same time. I moaned softly as my entire body came alive. "Oh yes, yes!" I approved. It was unmistakably the head of Robert's cock I felt move across my bare stomach as he replaced his fingers with hard cock. I sucked Dave's tongue as Robert slid into me. My entire weight was almost lifted from my feet as I hung on Robert's cock. Dave was kneading my small breasts while we kissed. My pussy begins to get wetter than it had in a long time. As Robert's pole slid in and out of my tight hole I can feel my juices flowing. My arms are around Dave's neck; his tongue is in my mouth while another man's cock is in my cunt. I want Robert to come in me; I want to feel his creamy cum filling my hungry hole. I contract my pelvic muscles as much as I can in an effort to squeeze his sperm from him. My efforts pay off; his cum starts spurting like a fountain up into my wet cave. Cum still flowing he withdraws from me to offer his mess to Dave. Dave gently guided me to a patch of grass where he lay me down. I was on my back and open my legs wide, knees in the air, offering myself to this stranger I had only known a few hours. I closed my eyes and waited for him to enter me. It was not his cockhead I felt at my portal, it was his tongue! Dave was knelt between my open legs and was licking Robert's goo from my sloppy pussy. His tongue dashed about like a live animal inside of me, scavenging every drop of Robert's jism he could find. The sensation was driving me crazy. I lay there writhing, listening to the soft slurping noises Dave was making cleaning out my sodden vagina. There couldn't have been a trace of Robert left inside of me when Dave rose up to cover me. His hard cock slid smoothly into my prepare cunt spreading me once again to that wonderful filled feeling. "Oh yes!" I moaned, "You feel so good." I was on the verge of my orgasm. It had begun as a lark, I had not expected to orgasm with this pair of strangers. Now my fuse was short as I begin getting fucked again. Dave was a skillful lover; long deliberate strokes accustoming to his shaft. Gradually the rhythm increased, the strokes became more powerful and penetrating. I lay with my legs splayed wide open, my hips thrusting upwards to meet Dave's plunges. "Oh God, I'm going to come!" I cried. Dave increased the intensity of his fucking to bring me home. "Oh shit!" I exclaimed as my world was ripped away from me. The orgasm was cruel, my entire body quivered from my hair down to my toenails. My back arched beneath my stud. My vagina rising to receive his sperm. That was when I blacked-out. When I opened my eyes both Dave and Robert were bent over me. "Are you OK Michelle?" Robert asked. "Never been better!" I smiled. The Trip It all started on a trip to Prague, I had gone with a few of the lads and my girlfriend who seemed to fit in with the lads... We were on about our second night when our lives would change... we had been drinking in the city for the last 4 hours and with the cheap prices over there were well on our way to getting drunk. We were wandering down a street when a random guy came up to us, it turned out he was a rep for a club that would give us free drinks if we went in there... thinking that free drinks sounded good we all followed... I should explain, there was myself (Nik), Tom, Phil, Ben and Taylor, as well as my girlfriend Sammi. We paid to get into the club, more than we thought reasonable for a club, but there were free drinks and we headed upstairs, as we arrived in the main area it seemed very quiet ... then we realised why... this was a strip club.... We all looked at each other with broad grins ...this was a laugh ... we got our free drinks and sat down... Sammi snuggled into my side as we watched the girls up on the stage, spinning visions of sex as they slowly stripped. We hadn't been there long when a couple of the girls came over... they were trying to persuade us into a private dance... or something more... we sat there whilst they spoke to us, trying to persuade us, and Sammi. Obviously this club was not just interested in men... I looked at her to make sure she was okay and found she was laughing, she found this fun, and I felt her hand in my lap, slowly and unobtrusively stroking my hardening cock... she was more than okay she was enjoying herself... We asked them to come back in a minute, not that we weren't enjoying the view of two attractive women in just a thong and bra but we needed to discuss. As they left we decided we would go for the 40minute lesbian show... Between the 6 of us it was only a couple of quid each. We waited for them to come back then sorted it out... getting more drinks we waited whilst they set up the back room. We were sat watching a new lass on the stage who had just taken off her thong when they came back to guide us into the room, it was quite big and dimly lit, a massive bed in one corner, the bed was about the size of a room by itself, they motioned for us all to get on the bed, we all took off our shoes as we moved to sit next to the walls all around the edges of the bed, in the corner of the room was a large shower. They turned some music on and moved to the edge of the bed opposite, we were sat down the two sides that were against the wall whilst they were kneeling together in the corner away from the wall. There were two of them, a blonde and a brunette, the blonde was wearing a black latex bra and thong which the other girl had soon removed in a very suggestive way, her fingers tracing over the large round breasts of the blonde... The brunette was wearing the same style but in white and the blonde soon had her on her back, sliding the thongs down her legs whilst her face was buried in the meeting point of her legs, the expression on the brunettes face one of intense joy, through the curtain of the blondes hair we could just see her tongue dipping into her sweet spot. Soon both girls were naked, their hands moving feverishly over each other skin, caressing and touching, their fingers dipping inside each other, tasting each other juices as they writhed in one sexual bundle... the smell of their arousal reaching us, each one of us trying to adjust our trousers to ease our hard cocks, Sammi's eyes never leaving the two girls as she licked her lips, they slowly moved closer to us, letting us slowly trace our fingers over their hot skin... They kept playing with each other even as the blonde looked up at Sammi, noting the look of hunger on her face I turned and whispered in her ear... "Join them if you want Sammi..." She looked back at me almost shocked... I lean in close enough and slowly kiss her neck ... "I can see the desire on your face... go on..." I smile as you move forward to the two girls who immediately leave each other and move to you, the brunette kisses you, your hesitantly kiss her back, looking back at me you see me smile and nod encouragingly... The two girls are wasting no time, their hands flipping your skirt up to run their hands over your panty covered slit, the lie you gently down on your back, on of them sliding your panties down your legs and burring her mouth in your slit... you gasp in shock as the blonde skilfully services your dripping slit, her tongue slipping in and out, flicking your clit hard as you tremble... Meanwhile the naked Brunette has moved over to Tom and is playing with his shaft through his pants, it is obviously very hard and growing... she slowly unzips him and slips her hand inside, he puts his head back and moans as her hand caresses his cock. Phil and Ben are sat wither side of Tom and are now on their knees either side of her, their hands caressing her skin, playing with her breasts, they lean forward, a mouth on each of her nipples as she strokes Tom's cock... Taylor and myself move towards the blonde and Sammi, the blonde looks up, smiles then goes back to eating Sammi, her tongue moving faster, her fingers moving to join her tongue deep inside her pussy, fast and hard making her cum loudly as her body trembles... I have my fingers deep in the blonde's pussy, fucking them in and out of her, eliciting soft moans from her as she rolls onto her back... Taylor is playing with her tits now, squeezing licking and sucking... I look over to see that the Brunette has Tom's cock completely out and in her mouth now, her hands working Phil and Ben's cock as she sucks Tom off... they have their fingers in her holes, stretching her and fucking her with their fingers... Sammi was lying on her back gasping for breath, I motioned for her to get up and suck my cock... as she did so the blonde dipped her fingers into Sammi's pussy again, licking the orgasmic juices off her fingers even as my own fingers pump in and out of her... There are now 2 distinct groups, Tom, Phil, Ben and brunette are in one corner and she is sucking them off alternately as they play with her like a fuck toy... In our corner is myself, Taylor, Sammi and the blonde, both of the girls seem determined to pleasure us in any way possible... I pull my cock out of your mouth and my fingers out of your pussy; you kneel next to me and whisper in my ear, "I'm your slave master Nik .... Tell me what to do..." I look at you noticing your extreme arousal, your body trembling; your eyes glazed with passion and I lean kissing your freckles.... "You're my slave slut.... Forever.... Now eat her pussy, return the favour..." I press my cock to the blondes lips, forcing my cock into her mouth even as Sammi starts eating her pussy, licking, flicking and sucking her soaked slit...Taylor's fingers slowly caress the blonde as he looks at me. I motion for him to use Sammi.... She's my slut to use how I want ... soon He has freed his cock and presses it to her wet slit... she looks up at me and I nod... she smiles and pushes back, impaling herself on his cock even as she buries her fingers and tongue in the blondes snatch... my own cock pulsing inside the blondes mouth... I turn to look over at the other group... Ben is now behind the brunette and hammering away at her pussy with his cock... she is kneeling in front of Phil now, her lips around his shaft as she sucks his shaft into the back of her throat... her hands working his shaft as well, traces of Tom's cum still on her lips... Tom is sat slightly off to one side stroking his cock as he watches everyone... I can feel my cum building in my balls and the blonde can obviously tell I am about to cum as she opens her throat and takes me all the way in, sliding her mouth up my shaft till its all in... at the sight of my cock stretching her throat I blow my load ... filling her with my hot cum, blasting it into her mouth... as I blow my load Taylor pulls out and covers Sammi's ass in hot cum... turning I see the Brunette now dripping cum from pussy and mouth, streams jetting from Tom's cock to hit her breasts... We all move off to the side again as the girls move together, moving into a circle they are now pussy to mouth, the brunette on Sammi's pussy, Sammy eating the blonde, whilst the blonde eats the brunette, the kiss each other, licking and sucking the cum of each other bodies savouring the taste... Each of us is kneeling round them now, they are in the centre of the bed, licking and sucking each other, Tom, Ben, Phil, Taylor and myself are kneeling round them, cocks in hands as we jack ourselves, the hot cum blasting out to cover the girls again... we are running out of time and quickly dress ourselves again whilst all three girls get into the shower... They turn it on full blast and give us a final show, cleaning each other, fingers probing deep in pussies and asses as they finger each other to a final orgasm with us watching... We watch, as Sammi gets dressed... I lift her panties and pocket them... "You're my slave slut.... No panties from now on..." Taylor goes over to the girls and gives them our address, we had rented a small house for the week, and if they are interested they can join us there later we each leave a tip for the excellent service as we walk out... Once out on the street we look at each other, that was intense ... then all eyes turn to Sammi... "This is my slave... I suggest we go back to the house to train her up...." The other guys smile and nod as we all move towards the taxis. The Trip My last trip to the city for the foreseeable future was one to a trade show; I had a few side trips planned as well. Once getting into the downtown core and parking, I made my way to the area of town that I knew was littered with businesses for the gay clientele. I searched out the sex shop close by the black door that I was looking for and with little trouble found it next to the dime store. I brazenly walked into the store and continued towards the section that held the toy selection. After a quick sweep of the racks I found the area I wanted- the small brown bottles of poppers. I grabbed one and took it to the checkout and then left to go for the black door that was right next to me. I pulled the door open and walked down the stairs taking in the heady aroma of maleness. This was a bathhouse and the mixture of sweat, steam and sex was an aphrodisiac in itself. After making the necessary transactions at the door I was allowed to pass into the darkened inner sanctum. Armed with a key to a door and a towel I walked through a group of naked men and found my room. Once in the room, I quickly disrobed and took a large draw of the poppers, just to get me ready before I went out into the fray as it was. Instead of wrapping the towel around me I threw it over my shoulder, showing what I had to all. It is not as if I am well endowed but what I have works well. The thing that catches everyone's eye is the blue stainless steel ring in the end of my penis and the completely shaved pubic region. I once had hot wax dropped on me and the ensuing problems of removing wax from my pubes prompted me to shave, I have never let it grow back; there is something about the feel of smooth skin! The piercing that I sport is a 6g ring with a captive bead that is shaped like a battle-axe! It makes a very visual statement-no sex for this guy or at least no receiving of penile pleasure. It is a lasting reminder of a former owner who wanted me to be a receptacle only. I have kept it for the last while as a sort of repentance and forced celibacy. I am repenting for being a bad slave and for the same reason was celibate but now that has come to an end. I want to get some release. Within seconds of walking out of the room, the touch of warm hands caressing my legs is starting an uncontrolled reaction from me. I take a stroll around and revel in the overwhelming sense of sex that wraps itself around me like a warm glove. I wander into the "dark area" of the club and soon am fondling a flat hairy belly and the accompanied balls and penis. With a throaty whisper I take him back to my room led by his now wonderfully erect penis. Within seconds of getting into the room I am slipping his cock into the warm depths of my mouth and giving him a slurpy and very wet blowjob. He is helping by holding the back of my head and giving me as much as I can stuff into my mouth and I take it all! After I make sure his cock is wet, I scurry up on the bed and turn my ass toward him, he gets the not so subtle message and turns me to his advantage, on my side with legs spread open. He takes no time in thrusting his cock into me, no nicety, just pure fucking. I egg him on by telling him that my ass is his and to take all of it. He is very good at what he was doing and took his time making sure that my not so unused asshole was slippery and ready for anything. With his hands pulling my legs apart he once again buried his cock in my ass and fucked me for all his worth. Long fast strokes, followed by slow deep ball-smacking strokes was how he took me for the next couple of minutes. He stopped a few times to adjust his stroke and in a not so quiet voice I told him to fuck my pussy like the cunt it was. That fired him up and he spared nothing to take what he wanted. It was during that rampage that he filled me with cum and pulled out, dripping his stringy cum over my leg, smacked my ass and left with a smile and a promise to return. In our haste to get into the room the door was left cracked open and there was a small crowd gathered watching us. My lover slipped out through the gathering and complimented me on my tight ass and ability to take a good fucking. I smiled and crooked a finger at the crowd and said, "next up" as two strapping bears with thick hairy cock stepped in and took control of me. I first take a few heady draughts of the poppers and hand the container to each of the bears. When it comes back I take a few more and am floating in a delicious space. In the stupor that I am in one of the cocks is slid between my lips, and I give myself over to the task of making it cum in my mouth. The feeling is one of pure sexual release; I want nothing more than this cock in my mouth for the rest of my days. At the same time as I am drifting away with the perfect blowjob cock, the other fellow has taken both of my cheeks in his hands and lifted my ass off the bed. Without any warning or preliminary wetting he stuck his cock deep inside my ass; I could feel his wiry hair against my balls as he left himself buried there. It was not as if I needed to be opened up or anything like that-he just hung out in my ass. I stopped wondering and refocused on the perfect cock in my mouth. The task was to make this cock last for a while; the urge was to get my throat full of his warm cum. The urge won out and I soon got down to really giving this guy the blowjob of his life. Long licks and sloppy tonguing got him very hard and soon he was sliding down the hole that my throat had become. He held on to my ears and took a slow in and out rhythm matching the one that was happening in my ass. The cock that was in my ass was a lot bigger than the one that had hammered me a moment before, but the cum that filled me made for slick passage. He had my legs on his shoulders and the cheeks of my ass rested in his hands, he had moved them so that his thumbs fit in with the width of his cock and that gave him the ability to pull me open in a way that I hadn't been in years. He had a nice slow stroke and every time he hit bottom the lips of my pussy got spread open for just a little more to go in. I hadn't forgotten the bear in my mouth though; my lips sucking on his hairy nut sac stopped the sliding. They kept slapping my face every time he went the length into me. The taste of piss, old cum and sweat as well as the poppers running through me completely turned me into a sucking pig and soon I had him moaning low and dripping precum like a hose. He grabbed hold of my nipple rings and pulled; thinking, I am sure, that they were for lifting me off the bed. The only thing that did was to make me hornier and I took his cock back into the depths of me. The swirling of my tongue and the pulsing of my throat muscles made for a noisy and wet sound, and his now faster fucking of my mouth made this cock shoot ropes of cum down my throat. He held his cock deep in me and let the one in my ass have full access. He took no time at all and soon was pummelling me in a rapid fire way. The feeling of thick cock stuffed in both ends of me was great and I was floating in slut heaven when he came in my ass with such force that I gagged on the softening cock in my mouth. He continued to pound me until his cum worked into lather around my asspussy. He reached for my cock and carefully yanked it a few times wary of the sharp battle-axe bead and said" no coming for you yet". He then pulled out and stuck his softening cock in my face for me to clean off, which I did with abandon. The two then got up and left leaving me a quivering mess wanting, no needing to cum but having no way to do that yet. ...to be finished later... The Trip AUTHOR'S NOTE: First off, lots and lots of thanks to Jim and Pam. Sorry to have been off circuit for so long! I guess this is what we all wanted to share... * * * * * In The Beginning The bedroom is illuminated only by the dull glow of the monitor. The man is huddled on a swivel chair, peering into the monitor. The PC sits atop a long table, the 20-inch plasma screen at the extreme left side. The CPU is located at the man's feet under the monitor. The man is wearing a loose t-shirt and black boxer shorts. His brown hair is rather long and tufts of it fall down on the collar behind and cover more than half of his forehead in front. The man manipulates the mouse with his right hand. His eyes glow just like the monitor does as he devours the images flashing on it. At the moment, the man has no need of the keyboard: the mouse is enough. That leaves his left hand free as well. The left hand is certainly not free. In the dim light, one can make out the jerking to and fro motions of the left hand that is buried between his legs. It all started when he first received a response from an admirer out of the US of A. An admirer who liked the way the man wrote erotica for a site on the web. In his response, the admirer admitted that the stories were extremely sexy and that he and his wife enjoyed reading them together. Of particular note to the man was that his admirer and the wife adored the situations in his stories that described a man's penis thrusting back and forth between a woman's breasts. For as long as he could remember, the man had always been fascinated by that particular piece of anatomy of a woman's body. They always enraptured him, irrespective of whom they belonged to. There came a time when his brother, in one of the intimate conversations that married men usually have in their late twenties or early thirties, confessed to the man that he, the brother-in-law had found a exciting way of 'keeping the blood pumping'. This brother had a young voluptuous wife endowed with rather large breasts. The brother-in-law had confessed that his wife had urged him to place his penis between her breasts and move it back and forth, back and forth till he would come to the point of ejaculation after which he had to freedom to do with his penis whatever he desired to do. The brother-in-law had admitted bashfully that most times, he would contend ejaculating all over his wife's breasts and that in fact, she loved it more than he did. As he heard his brother describe it to him, the man had wondered why he had never thought about it before. Of course, during that time, the man had no access to a PC or to the VCD's / DVD's. All he ever did was to gaze longingly at almost every woman's chest. In bed with his wife, he loved to spend long times kissing, sucking, licking and fondling her breasts. No body else after that had ever told the man about this particular fetish and he now practiced it regularly with his own wife, regretting that he hadn't known about this earlier. It became a ritual with them, more so and especially after he was exposed to the Internet and VCD's / DVD's were selling on footpaths. His brother had been the only person to have actually described to him about this particular fetish. No one else had. Until now. It began with a mail where the admirer admitted that he and his wife loved his stories. The next the man read was when the admirer wrote to say that he and his wife had visited the man's country during their honeymoon and that the admirer loved to watch his wife with other colored men. The letter also mentioned that the wife liked to have a colored man's penis between her breasts. Later, the admirer attached a few photographs of his wife. The wife was good looking, and from what the man could make out from her photographs, was generously endowed in the department of breasts. She was blonde and though he wasn't certain, her eyes seemed to be a shade of blue. In one photo, she was in a ponytail, but the other photo showed him that her hair was long enough to fall to her shoulders. In the photo that showed her in a Jacuzzi, the man could see her generous cleavage and along with the suggestive letter that accompanied the attachments, he was aroused. * WHEN IT BEGAN "It was lucky that we got to know each other on the net and luckier that you agreed to show us around, Ray." Ray shook his head. "No problems, Tim. It's entirely my pleasure. Remember you mentioned that this is the second time you are visiting India?" "Yes," Sam answered. She was sitting on the rear seat while her husband drove shotgun with the tall gangly Indian. "We were here for our honeymoon five years ago." "Oh, that part I know." "But you know how those trips are like, pal," Tim said ruefully. "You aren't too concerned about the geography of the area you are visiting, if you get me, huh?" Ray nodded, smiling. "I know," he replied. "I had set up what I had thought would be a very exciting beach resort for our honeymoon. Hell, we might as well have booked into some hotel anywhere else. I mean, we never went around the beach, it was so noisy." "Not something to look forward to during your honeymoon huh?" Sam laughed. She had a nice smile, Ray thought, glancing at her in the rearview mirror. Nice and easy – it revealed her pearly, perfect teeth. Luckily, the man thought, there were no feelings of feeling awkward in each other's presence, even if enough had been revealed about each other in those long mails they shared. But then, the man knew, one often exaggerates what he says on the net. "That is true," Tim said. "Sam's brother, Dave, was furious that we didn't see the actual rustic part of India." "Foreigners don't always see those parts, I suppose," Ray said, forcing his eyes away from the mirror to concentrate on the road. The expressway had six-lanes and the going was pretty good, especially since there was very little traffic. "They are more concerned about visiting the Taj Mahal and those various palaces and forts. Personally, I find it boring. You see one palace and you have seen them all. I mean I have nothing against these trips, but if you are visiting to just soak in the sun and have a relaxed vacation, there is little point in trudging with those awful guides and listening to them reel off statistics about the palaces and the forts." "I agree," Sam said. "I believe you visit those places only if you are interested in writing or in history. Which, at least I am not." "You are not, Samantha?" Ray asked. She let out a peal of laughter. "Not at all. And while you are at it, just call me Sam. Samantha seems so old fashioned. All my friends call me Sam." Tim grinned. "So Ray, what is this place you are taking us to?" Ray cleared his throat. "Well, I thought that maybe we should begin by unwinding in a remote place, far away from the hustle and bustle of the city and the tourists. There's this place as I told you, about three hours drive from the airport. It's a kind of a resort, facing a lake – very rustic, very quiet. Its around a few square miles and pretty jungle-like with literally thousands of trees of almost every variety growing all around it. There's a twenty-four hour restaurant, a couple dozen cottages for guests and miles and miles of paths where you can trek. It's also supposed to be an ornithologists delight, but hey, I don't go in for that stuff. Maybe I can tell the difference between a crow and a parrot and that is all." They laughed. "Who the hell is interested in birds?" Tim agreed. The man thought that the couple stole a glance at him almost together. It is always tough to break the ice, he thought. "What that means is that the most guests you can expect are the very few who want basically a place to get away. Weather's good at this time of the year and the trees are so thick, there are areas where you would be lucky to see sunlight even in the afternoon." "Ought to be wonderful," Sam said enthusiastically. "We can scarcely wait to get there." "First things first," said Tim. "Got to have a shower. It's pretty humid here, huh?" Sam laughed. "Remember how we used to have showers practically every two or three hours? But yes, I can hardly wait to have one myself." "We stayed at Delhi and visited Jaipur during our honeymoon," Tim said, continuing to keep the conversation alive, though all of this had already been discussed during one of their chats. "Not that we were too concerned about visiting those palaces, as you said!" "The place to go for a honeymoon is either the beaches at Kerala or at Goa," Ray told them. "Of course, as you said, and to hell with all those tourist trips. Good hotels, good food, private places along the beach and most of the folks who visit there are generally honeymooners." "So tell us about yourself, Ray. You did fill us up on your brief background, but we would like to hear it from you," Sam said, leaning toward the front seat. Ray couldn't help noticing the way her heavy breasts strained against her top and he was pretty sure she wasn't wearing a bra. "There isn't much too tell about me," he replied rather modestly. "I'm an engineer and do a lot of free lancing. Project management and development. I got a cute wife and a couple of wonderful kids. Freelancing has one benefit. You are your own boss." "How old are the kids?" Sam queried. "The danger age," Ray laughed. "He's nineteen and she is sixteen. It's that age when their questions and demands are quite hard to answer and fulfill." They started a discussion on today's kids and the inevitable comparisons of the time that they were kids themselves. * * * * * * The 'cottage' was basically two large adjacent bedrooms, with an interconnecting door, in which you entered through a small common sitting area. The one that Ray chose was set off about half a kilometer away from the main area and was quite remote. In fact, they had to walk for almost ten minutes to reach the cottage. "It's really quite good, you know," remarked Tim. "It's so very quiet and so far off, away from the crowd." "Yes," added Sam. "And also quite close to the river and in the middle of a mini-jungle!" "Not to worry," Ray assured them. "Luckily, they have room service and though it takes quite awhile to get service, you will find that it's reasonably good." Each of the two bedrooms had large 4-poster beds in the middle, a few old cupboards against one wall and a door at the opposite end that led to the bathrooms. The bathrooms weren't luxurious. There was no tub; instead, there were four showers at the center. Apparently, there were times, Ray told them, when the force of the water was too less and that was the reason the owners had put up so many of them in one place. There was a rather large writing desk and four cane chairs at one corner of the bedroom. The sitting area had a low divan at one end and a high and narrow single bed stood a small distance off. Three overstuffed chairs and an octagonal centerpiece surrounded the bed. The two rooms had two ancient ceiling fans, one each. The roof was slanting and was rather crude in that it was made of semi-circular red tiles. All in all, like Ray had said, rustic and quiet and remote. * * * * * * SHOWTIME Tim was tied to the chair in the bedroom, tied securely by a nylon rope that the man had produced from under the bed. Tim was buck-naked. His spread-eagled legs were fastened to the base while his hands were secured to the arms of the chair. A tape was stuck across his mouth. Sam was trussed up on the bed. Her hands were pulled up over and behind her head and tied together at the center of the bed. Her legs were spread wide apart and two strips of nylon ropes secured them to the opposite posts of the bed. Sam was stripped naked. She had a kerchief protruding from her mouth. Her shoulder length blonde hair, fanned out under her head on the pillow. The couple realized that they had been tied up only after they woke up from their drug-induced sleep. The man had previously slipped enough sleeping tablets, powdered of course, in their drinks and it had taken all of twenty minutes for them to be knocked out after which the man had set off about his task of stripping them off their clothes and tying them up. Tim woke up from the slumber first, his eyes widening as he took in the scene around him. He tried to shout and realized that his mouth was taped. He looked across at his wife trussed up on the bed. The man was nowhere in sight. In fact, he was in the sitting room, peering through the door to ensure that both were awake when he made his entry. The man made sure that the couple was wide-awake and casually pulled out his trousers, revealing shorts. There was a prominent bulge between his legs. He also pulled off his t-shirt. He was scrawny and very slightly built. He picked up a small bottle filled up with a yellowish fluid and than made a casual entry into the bedroom. "Awake?" he asked, smirking at the helpless couple. Tim struggled in the chair and Sam tried to pull her arms away from the knot above her head. Both made futile efforts to speak. "Easy, easy," the man taunted, walking up to Tim, but his eyes on Sam's voluptuous naked body. "Jeeze, lookatit tits!" he muttered. "All the way driving up here, I am looking at those jugs bouncing under the t-shirt and hoping the t-shirt would have been flimsier! Had to rip that tight top off, so sorry, baby! But the fucking top was so tight it seemed it was kind of glued on if you get what I mean. Wasn't very surprised you weren't wearing any bra inside. Your tits don't need any. Meant for the whole world to know, huh? I thought I had a good hard-on just watching your boobs while driving down here and checking into this cottage, but tell you what, one look at them naked titties and god, I thought my dick was going to shoot all over!" Tim struggled even more furiously and the man now looked at him and grinned, revealing his teeth. "Don't do that, Tim. Was in the military school and they teach you how to tie a mean knot. More you struggle, tighter it gets and who knows, you might just cut your wrists – that's nylon for you. By the way, I wonder who the fuck is Ray! Jesus, you believe everything, don't you? Internet's a cool way to fool most people for most times." The man stared at the couple, his eyes glittering manically. Most of the time, he had his eyes on the helpless woman tied to the bed. "Shaved pussy, eh? That hole looks real mouth watering bitch. Let me tell you slut, I love eating pussy. Never had a taste of white cunt!" The man chuckled. He extended the small bottle towards Tim. "Know what's in this, pal?" he asked, continuing to grin. "How thoughtless of me! Even if you did, you wouldn't be able to say so, huh? I mean I got that tape sticking to your mouth real tight, huh? Well, folks, I'm very soon going to pull out those mouth-shutters. You know why? I want to hear the two of you. No fun if you don't hear anything when you are fucking, huh? Besides, you know that this cottage is almost a mile off from the rest and you scream and shout no one's going to hear you." They realized that he was speaking the truth. They now knew why the man had insisted that they occupy the remotest cottage. They did have to walk almost a mile from the edge of the other cottages and had nodded enthusiastically when the man had told them that they would be better off so far from the rest. "You feel real peaceful like, you know?" he had said. "Well, what's this?" the man was speaking again. He had a baritone voice, low and husky and his English was without any hint of accent. He looked lovingly at the bottle. "This here is highly concentrated acid. They use it in labs, you know. Look what it can do." The man picked up a stainless steel spoon off the writing desk. He upended the bottle and allowed a tiny drop of the liquid to seep from the orifice of the cap. There was a hiss and a lot of smoke accompanying the strong odor. The man straightened the bottle and turned the spoon sideways to show them the tiny hole gaping in it. He laughed delightedly. "See? If this fucking thing can make a hole in this fucking spoon, just think what it will do on fucking human skin!" Excellent vocabulary, Tim thought resignedly. Almost as if the man had read Tim's thoughts, he said, "Pardon the French, but tell you what, I love that kinda language." The man hooked the second chair with his feet and pulled it towards him. He planted one foot on it and set the spoon on the desk again. He disappeared into the bathroom and Tim stared at Sam's frightened eyes when they heard him moving inside. The man appeared again, this time sans the bottle. He grinned. "Got plenty of these bottles hidden in a million places in this fucking room. Places that you wouldn't be able to find. Just like I hid this one as well." Sam shivered. Why did he have to hide the bottles? "Outside," the man continued, jerking his head at the door. "Outside are four of my closest pals. They are guarding us, sort of making sure we will not be interrupted. That's not just additional insurance against the possibility of any accidents during our performance. Because," he laughed harshly, "They are just as eager to get a shot at your white pussy, Sam! But I did convince them that it was important for me to go in first so I could sort of lay down the ground rules. So, I'm going to free the two of you, eventually. Wouldn't like to fuck a broad who can't move and do things to me as well, you dig? My pals outside will massacre you if they see you without me and moreover, even if you try, there are these bottles that I could find and fling it all over your mugs, get me?" Tim was staring at the man and glanced at his wife helplessly. That she was naked didn't help any. Sam was a really sexy, voluptuous woman and looking at her even under such diverse circumstances, he couldn't help but feel a twinge running through him. Tim and Sam had a very adventurous outlook at life, especially their sex life. Both were inhibited and ready to experiment, but what the hell did this man know? Even though a lot of secrets had been traded during the chats, there were a lot more that were left unsaid. Tim recalled the various times during their love-making that he and Sam had whispered their fantasy of her being ravaged by a group of strangers. Was she remembering them? Tim wondered if this was going to change the two of them. Fantasizing was one thing, but actually experiencing it at some faraway land was quite another. All Tim could think at this moment was how the hell they could get away from this weirdo. Fuck, he thought. What kind of a guide had he picked up for them? Being on their own would have been better, he concluded. That this sick guy wanted to rape Sam was evident. If the man really was speaking the truth (he was, about the acid: the spoon was proof enough) about his friends outside, they were sunk. "Let me tell you something, Sam," the man spoke, sitting down on the chair that he had recently yanked towards him. He was facing the bed and Tim was to his right. "I always wanted to make it with a white woman. When I saw you, believe me, I been having this awful hard on all the time." Casually, as if he was glancing at his watch, the man unzipped his trousers and drew his thick and hard penis outside. The Trip Her eyes went wide when she saw his naked penis. Not that it was very long, nor was it very thick. But it was definitely very hard. Unlike Tim's, it was uncut and the head was swollen and from here, it looked as though it was throbbing. Just as casually, the man pulled the loose skin of his penis up and then pushed it down to reveal the angry looking reddish tip. "See, what you done to my cock?" he asked, looking at her. Rather, she realized, he was staring at her horribly open vagina. His eyes traveled upwards and took in her rising and falling breasts. "Let me tell you folks one thing," he continued in his casual tone. "My country women are just as good, if not better in the tits and ass department. I've had women with far bigger and shapely tits and cunts so tight you'd feel they wanted to snap your prick off. But the sight of a colored cock inside a white pussy and on white skin, boy, that will be great, huh Tim?" Tim was red-faced, still struggling with the bonds that held him to the chair. Though the sight of his wife, naked, splayed and tied to the bed had, to a large extent, aroused him, the situation wasn't exactly conducive for him to feel like shaking hands with the sick man. "Sooner or later I've got to free at least Sam. I mean, free her from those nylon ropes. Guess why?" the man laughed brusquely. "I've already said I'm going to free the two of you off those bonds eventually, but it's got to be Sam first. Especially that little gag in her mouth because otherwise how in hell is she supposed to slide those luscious, thick red lips up and down my cock?" he chortled jovially. He stared at the couple and Tim admitted that the man had eyes more for Sam than for him. Sam had quit wriggling, reckoning that there wasn't much to be achieved by doing it: the man was right, the more she struggled, the harder did those ropes seem to get around her wrists and ankles. "Besides," the man's voice had now become husky and strangled. "Besides, I want you to bend down over me when you suck my cock, Sam. Go down on your pretty knees and suck it. I want you to bob your head up and down, back and forth. And all this means that you will have to be unrestrained and free to move." The man rose, still fondling his penis gently and walked slowly over to the bed. Sam cringed when he sat down beside her head. He was so close that she could smell that musky odor coming off his genitals. "When I finally stripped you and tied you up, I was so horny Sam, that I just had to jerk off." Her eyes widened and she tried hard not to stare at his erection. "Push, pull, push, pull and whoosh! Sorry Sam, but I came in your top. Didn't want to come over your face and tits or inside your mouth while you were still knocked out. It isn't fun that way, you know. I would also like Tim here to watch it when I finally do that. Wouldn't you like to, Tim?" Tim froze. He knew that it was pointless to struggle or even try to think of a way to get away from this punk. He knew that the man wasn't kidding when he had said that he wouldn't hesitate to use the acid or about his men hovering outside the cottage. What he couldn't understand was why the acid at all? The man could simply let a couple of his men in the room, free Sam and have his way with her. The man seemed to read Tim's thoughts. "I want to fuck Sam all over before I let my guys see her like this. She tries any tricks after I untie her and believe me, I'll find one of the acid bottles and let it sprinkle all over her face. And trust me, no plastic surgeon in this world is going to get those deep pock marks and scalded skin off!" The man paused. "Let me also tell you another thing. I don't like repeating myself. When I ask a question, your answers are going to be either yes or no. When you can't speak because of the gags, you nod for yes and shake your head for no, understand? If you irritate me, I'll begin by burning one finger at a time, starting with Tim. Maybe I'll let a few drops dribble onto his dick as well." Tim shuddered. That would be horrible, he thought. "Now," the man spoke, his hands reaching over to the gag he had stuffed inside Sam's mouth. "I'm going to pull this gag out of your pretty mouth, Sam. I think you have heard what I wanted to tell you. There wasn't any point in trying to tell you all this if I had allowed you to interfere with your comments and hence that bit of discomfort." Slowly, he began to pull the cloth out of her mouth. "Remember, no screaming, no shouting, no abusing, okay?" She stared at him, frightened out of her wits. "Remember?" his voice hardened. Hurriedly, she nodded. "Ah, that's good," the man chuckled, finally pulling the gag all the way out. She took a deep breath, trying not to shout. "W-what d-do y-you want?" she stammered. The man laughed as if this was some kind of a big joke. "Hey, don't make me believe that all blonds ARE dumb. Here I am, telling you what is going to happen and the first thing you ask after I take off that gag is the dumbest fucking question you could ever think of. You disappoint me, Sam." His voice abruptly hardened as he threw the gag to the floor. "What do you think I want, you fucking slut? I want to fuck you all over. I want to fuck your mouth, your tits, your cunt and yes, maybe your ass as well. Who the fuck can say?" She shuddered, merely staring at him for a long time before glancing at her husband, who was trussed up on the chair. "And guess what, bitch? You are going to cooperate. When I stick my cock inside your mouth, you are going to suck on it like you'd suck a goddamn lollypop, see? When I shove it inside your pussy, you are going to milk it with those cunt muscles of yours. Later on, my beautiful little white whore, I'm going to ask you some real personal questions with Tim out of hearing distance. I'm going to ask those same questions to Tim and if there's any difference, I'm going to really hurt the two of you. I like to hear private things, if you get me, huh? A girlfriend thought I was a sick pervert wanting to hear all those kinds of things until she too got hooked to it. Maybe, I'll begin by ramming a iron spike lying outside up Tim's ass and then up your pussy." Sam noticed that the man's eyes were glittering: strange savage and wild and he really seemed to be dead serious. Suddenly, he chuckled, casually reaching out with one hand to cup one naked breast. She shivered at the touch, trying to instinctively back away, realizing there was no place to go. He didn't squeeze her breast, neither did he fondle or caress it. He merely put his hand over it, his palm also grazing the nipple. "Don't!" his words lashed out and she froze. "I wasn't fucking around when I said I want you to obey. You do that again and you will regret it, okay?" She stared at him; eyes round with fear. "Okay?" Hurriedly, she nodded. "You can talk, can't you?" "Y-yes," her voice was hoarse. Her throat was dry and parched. Gently, he increased the pressure on her breast, releasing it and squeezing again. "God, but your tits are big and firm!" His touch was surprisingly gentle and his hand was soft and dry. She would have thought it would be sweaty given the circumstances. The man glanced at Tim who was glaring at them. "Lucky dog! You get to play around with these jugs whenever you want, huh? You like watching this, Tim? Like the contrast of the color? White tits, brown hand and oh, that rosy pink nipple! You got a hard on, Tim?" The man slipped his hand down over the breast and pushed it up. "Let me see if you can get your tongue to lick the nipple, bitch." He pushed the breast way up and it mashed against her chin. "Now, all you got to do is push that tongue of yours outside your mouth and lick the nipple, slut." She didn't want him to repeat the question again. She knew that she could easily do what he wanted her to. Too many times in the past she had done it; Tim loved to watch her make love to her own breasts. She flicked out her pink tongue tentatively and let the tip touch the nipple. "Wow! I love that! I always maintain that a woman's got to have tits that she can lick herself! Go on, you white bitch, lick it. Lick it up!" He turned slightly towards her and she was suddenly aware that his rock hard penis, still sticking out of his fly, was grazing against her waist. The tip felt hot and wet against her skin. He now grasped both her breasts and this time he began to cup and maul them, pushing them both towards her face. "Your head isn't tied up, bitch. You could easily bend down and suck your tits, couldn't you?" Sam did. "Both the tits, you little sexy whore!" She complied immediately, letting her tongue run over the smooth swell of her bosom. "Don't forget the nipples. They are more important, you know." She licked the nipples. He pressed his throbbing manhood into her waist and began to undulate his body back and forth. "I feel like spraying my milk all over your stomach, slut. Just watching you suck your tits is getting me off. But hey, plenty of time for that, huh? You like to kiss, baby?" Frightened out of her mind by now, she nodded. "Yippee! That's so good. I like kissing, you know. All those fuck films I get to see on the DVD rarely show those sluts kissing for real. Nothing but tonguing and that's not so hot. You got to really, really kiss! Open your mouth!" She drew back from her breasts, no longer looking at her husband, unable to see the look in his eyes. She opened her mouth. "Wider, you bitch, open it wide. Pretend I'm your fucking dentist." She stretched her mouth wide open till she thought her jaw would split open. Holding on to her round breasts, he bent down and put his mouth squarely on top of hers. She felt his tongue sliding inside, sweeping over the roof of her mouth and clashing against her tongue. His lips were soft – almost like those of a woman's – but insistent. He backed away and glared at her. "Is this how you kiss your men, slut? Didn't you know that you have to suck on the tongue? Like you would suck on a fucking dick?" He bent down again and placed his mouth over hers and this time she sucked on his tongue. He slid his tongue deeper inside her mouth and she could feel the velvety tip probe her tonsils. Tim watched dumbly from the chair. He could see Sam's cheeks working furiously as she sucked on the creep's tongue and suddenly, the man began raising his mouth up and down over Sam's face, as if he was actually making love to her mouth. Which, Tim supposed, he really was. After almost three minutes of this, the man finally backed away, breathing deeply. During this time, he was kneading her large breasts, pushing them together and then pulling them apart. Even after he ended the kiss, he continued fondling her breasts. "There," the man sighed, smacking his lips together. "That wasn't so bad, was it? Hey Tim, you lucky dog, but your wife kisses really mean. She sucks tongue like it would be my cock, which pretty soon, she will. Yeah, my sweet little whore, you kiss real good." He pulled his hands away from her breasts and now grasped her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, squeezing them and rubbing his fingers together. She shuddered involuntarily, her legs tautening. "Makes you feel horny, huh?" he whispered. "I know you are going to feel hot, baby...this trick never fails. Your nips are hardening, see?" He was right, she thought. Her nipples had erected on their own and she blushed. No, she wasn't feeling horny, but her nipples had always been super sensitive. Tim always said that and she had agreed. In fact, she could orgasm just by having her breasts sucked and nipples licked. Fervently, she hoped that this blatant play of sexuality by this stranger wouldn't arouse her. But deep in her mind she knew that eventually, she would be aroused. From the time she had learned about sex, she had always been eager to explore the thousands of venues that she had come across. She hadn't been a virgin when she married Tim and neither was he. It was in fact their respective love of sexual experimenting that had drawn and molded them together so cohesively. Breast-play, hell, even caressing her thighs would often be enough for her to have a series of those mini-orgasms. All the time that this man had been speaking about what he wanted to do to her and what he wanted her to do to him had been quietly arousing the back of her mind. She had ever been raped before and neither had she ever imagined this would happen. But hell, both she and Tim knew just how volatile and sexy they were! The man glanced at Tim and in a mocking voice said, "Hey Tim, you ever go down on your wife? I bet you do. Just look at that sweet shaven pussy. Didn't want hair in your mouth when you licked and sucked her cunt, did you?" he chuckled at this thought. "Know what, pal? I love muff diving. Oh yes, I do. I love to lick and suck and bite the clit and fuck my fingers inside the hole. Makes the woman squirm and wriggle and get really hot, you know? Of course you do! Shall we try that, buddy?" The man slipped his hands down from her breasts to her slightly rounded belly. His fingers made gentle circular movements around the navel, making her gasp involuntarily, again. He laughed gleefully and let his hands slide further downward till he was caressing the insides of her creamy, silken thighs. "Ooh, such smooth hips! So round and firm! You drive me nuts, bitch!" She was spread-eagled and horribly open down there and she knew it. Helplessly she felt fingers sliding up and down the lips of her vulva and her legs went rigid. The man shuffled his body down the bed beside her body till he was now seated near her hips. She stifled a moan when he gently pried open the thick lips of her vagina with thumb and middle finger. "Ah, look at that! It's so goddamn pink! Never seen a cunt so pink before. Like petals of a rose, huh? Shit, but your cunt's hot!" She glanced at Tim quickly. He was staring at the man's fingers that were manipulating her there. He must have felt her eyes on him because he glanced up. She squeezed her eyes closed, wanting to shut out everything. "I didn't ask you to close your eyes, whore!" he shouted. Her eyelids fluttered open and she gazed into his maniacal eyes. "Yeah, that's it, my little slut, look at what I'm doing. Always like it when a woman keeps her eyes open, you see? Up and down, ah yes, that's the way a man's got to play with these kind of fat cunt lips, see? Let me see now, how's our little buddy here?" His finger grazed up her vulva and pressed on her clitoris. She blushed again because it had hardened. She couldn't help it! "Ah, the clits hard and erect. Wow, she's got a clit like a little weenie! Why, I think that maybe you could fuck this inside another slut's cunt! It's real big and real hard, Tim. Like I said, you are one lucky dog!" The man continued to keep the lips of her vagina open with two fingers of one hand and now, he used a finger of the other hand to rub tiny circles right on top of her clitoris. Involuntarily, her hips bucked up and she whimpered. The man continued to grin, his eyes fixed on the spot between her legs where his hands were so busy. He caressed, rubbed, pressed and pinched the hard bud and pried the lips open as wide as he could. His manhood was now pressed up against her naked thigh and she was aware that he was pushing his hips back and forth, up and down, masturbating his thick erection against her skin. For a moment, she prayed that he would ejaculate and maybe it would be all over. But deep in her mind, she knew it wasn't going to be so easy. Her mind was screaming for her to ignore his fingers stimulating her clitoris. She tried to think about ugly things and things, which she hoped, would take her mind off the naturally pleasant pangs that coursed through her writhing body. But she admitted that nature had to take course. She found her mind cursing herself for having been so addicted to such stimulation – and she cursed herself for being so wanton. "Quit struggling, my little slut," the man chuckled. "It's inevitable, you know. You might as well have a good time. Look at yourself! You look like a slut in heat! Your legs are stiff; you are practically panting and trying so hard not to moan! Come on, bitch, give yourself a break!" Tim felt a growl emanating from deep within his throat and despite of the tape across his lips, he uttered a strange guttural cry. The man looked at Tim in surprise. "Hey man, you can say something, uh? Maybe I should have pushed a kerchief in your throat as well instead of just taping you. Be patient, you horny bastard! You are going to have a show of your life, and tell you what? If I am happy, maybe I will pull off the tape and allow your slut wife to jerk you off." He laughed delightedly, glancing between Tim's outstretched legs. "Hey Tim, you got a hard on, pal!" Tim reddened. He had been aware that he was indeed getting an erection. But he couldn't tell the man that it was not from watching what was done to Sam but rather watching his wife's lovely naked body. The sight of a naked Sam, especially when she would suck on her own breasts and the sight of her naked vagina never failed to arouse him. Tim was aware that he should have felt anger. He was feeling pretty angry, but the sight of his naked wife was sending other signals to his penis as well. The man now began to probe her vaginal opening with his middle finger. He was quite gentle about it, thought Sam, who had expected him to shove the finger all the way in instead of what he was doing now. He let the tip of his finger caress the opening and then, very slowly, began to slide it inside. "Wow, bitch, you are wet!" he exclaimed, pulling out the finger before it was even a quarter of its length inside. He rubbed the opening, not quitting the to and fro movements of the other finger on her clitoris. "Hot, hot, hot! You are hot, huh?" he asked, looking up into her eyes. She was afraid to close her eyes lest he resort to the methods he had so graphically described he would adopt if she would do so. Too, she was also scared to lock her eyes into his – her lustful feelings were there for anyone to see. "Huh?" he prompted, just that bit of steel in his voice, letting his finger pause when it was about halfway inside her opening. He pinched her clitoris and she bucked her hips up again. "Y-yes," she answered bashfully. "See what I mean, Sam? You are a hell of a sexy bitch and this isn't going to disgust you. Just imagine that it's my cock trying to push inside your wet cunt!" From his chair, Tim managed to let out a grunt. The man glanced at him again. "Feeling left out, buddy? Want to sample your wife's wares? Want to join me here?" All of a sudden and without warning, the man pushed his finger all the way inside her vulva. "Hmmmpphhh!" she groaned and her hips rose off the bed as if wanting to pull that finger deeper inside her. His other fingers slid off her clitoris and she felt them trail over her mound, over the rounded belly till his hand had captured her left breast. He pulled his finger out of her opening, at the same time, squeezing powerfully on her breast. The Trip "Ugghhh!" she cried out again. "I take it you are loving this thing, slut," the man chuckled. "This, you will like better. Watch, Tim." The man now began a slow in and out movement of his finger inside her vagina. The movements were accompanied by rather loud and squishy sounds and Tim knew that his wife had indeed become wet there. Despite the situation, Tim couldn't help but feel his own penis stiffening. It made him feel ashamed. No, he thought desperately. This can't be happening. But it was true: his penis was definitely erecting. The man laughed harshly. "There you go, Tim. It's natural pal. A nice beautiful white bitch fucked with long brown fingers! Look at it. In and out, in and out, ah, yes sir, her cunt is tight and oh shit, it feels like she wants to snap my finger inside!" Sam's mouth had opened involuntarily. Quickly, the man slid his hand off her breast and pushed a wet finger inside her mouth. "Suck that finger, bitch, and taste your cunt there. Ah yes, see? Now, would you blame me for this? You know how sweet you taste, right?" He continued to push in and pull out his fingers inside her vagina and her mouth simultaneously, gradually increasing the depth of the stroke as well as the pace. "That's it, slut, suck on my fingers with your cunt and your mouth, ah yes, like that, bitch! Imagine it's my cock fucking your whore pussy and another dark cock sliding in and out of your mouth. Getting hornier, whore? We shall soon make that real, you know. You will get to know what it is like with a lot of dark cocks surrounding you and inside you. You would like having one fucking your mouth, another pumping in and out of your pussy and get to jerk off on another pair of them, huh? Maybe we'll let another fuck you up your ass at the same time and another fucking your big tits." Both, his obscene conversation (not that she hadn't experienced dirty talking before in her life – she and Tim adored it) as well as the steady plunging movements of his fingers was making her giddy. Without realizing it, she was responding by raising and lowering her buttocks and now, she had added a slight, but nevertheless quite noticeable up and down movement of her head. She had not closed her eyes out of fear and suddenly she realized that given a chance, she wouldn't like to close them at all. The sight of the man's finger plunging in and out of her insides (she could clearly see it) was exciting her and strangely, she felt the fear resolving. She felt ashamed at these thoughts. Was she depriving Tim? Was she cheating on him? But, she reasoned, hadn't they involved themselves into such scenarios during their role-playing? She vividly recalled how she liked to hear Tim muttering to an imaginary friend to "fuck her pussy from behind, pal, faster, faster" while she, on her fours would suck on his (Tim's) erect member. Would Tim also be feeling the same way? She glanced at her husband squirming on the chair and her eyes took in his erection. He was excited, no doubt. But was it her horribly open and naked body the reason of his arousal? Or was it the situation where he had to watch a stranger raping – yes, raping her that was getting Tim excited? She vaguely remembered an instance that they had experienced once long ago, just after their marriage. Tim had stood above her head, his legs planted on either side of the couch, sliding his penis in and out of her mouth and at the same time stuffing a rather large and realistic looking dildo to do it to her down there. "Look at your pansy husband, baby," Tim had said in a theatrically hoarse voice. "Look at that piece of shit watching us gang banging you. Suck that dick harder, yes, and hey Mike, fuck that cock inside her faster!" They had had a good laugh over it after they had climaxed. But never before had they fantasized about her being raped. She had always been a willing partner in those wild scenarios and this was the first time they were experiencing rape with a man they scarcely knew. Now, this stranger had a finger inside her vagina and another inside her mouth. He was plunging them in and out of the openings and was encouraging her to speed it up, take it deeper. He was talking about bringing in other friends of his whom he said were waiting outside. Friends who would not take turns one after another, but do it simultaneously as well. "Oh yes, you little piece of white trash," the man murmured, pulling his finger out of her mouth and rubbing the saliva-coated digit over her nose and her forehead. He continued with the rapid, rhythmic thrusts of the other finger inside her vagina. "You will lie on your back on one guy with his cock buried deep inside your ass. Another will lie across you with his cock drilling your pussy. The third will fuck your mouth and don't ask me how; another will be pumping his dick back and forth between your whore tits. And to complete the picture, you will jerk off on two other dicks. Imagine, bitch, six brown guys all at once! And they will shoot their spunk all over your white body." Her eyes held Tim's and she could see the confused look there. Was there another strange look there as well? The one he often gave her when he was aroused and wanted to have his way with her urgently? The man now carried his hand from her face to his pants. He unbuckled it. For a moment, she couldn't see his penis when he let the pants fall down over his legs and to the floor. Not surprisingly, the man wore nothing under his pants and his throbbing manhood sprang out, completely naked and unencumbered by any cover. His testicles looked larger now that they swung outside completely. "In and out, in and out," the man continued to chant, plunging his finger in time with his cries that were now sounding almost furious. "Jesus, but you have a hell of a tight cunt, bitch! What's the problem? You look like someone who has had more than a fair share of cocks and I figure you should have been looser down here." The man now began to rub his thumb over her clitoris even as his finger moved in and out of her without interruption. Unconsciously, her back arched up off the bed and surprised, she realized that she was on the verge of an orgasm. She suddenly heard an animal like sound and realized that it was coming from the back of her throat. Her eyes riveted on to Tim's and his mouth was wide open, a look of complete astonishment on his face. Too, she noticed that her husband was fully erect! Just as suddenly, the man pulled his finger out of her vagina. There was a soft 'plop' when he did that and she moaned, almost in disappointment. The man laughed harshly, one fist wrapped around his penis, gently moving the hard cylinder of flesh up and down, peeling the foreskin back till the angry red tip was exposed and then pulling the skin back up to cover it. "Want me to fuck your cunt with my finger, huh?" She was breathing hard, her large breasts rising and falling with the effort. Her mouth was wide open and her eyes looked lost. A film of sweat glistened on top of her forehead. Her body was as taut as a stretched-out bowstring. "Well bitch, I asked you a question." She nodded dumbly, hoping that Tim would realize that she had no other option but to agree with this man. Part of her was disgusted at this complete humiliation and the other part wanted the assault to continue to its inevitable end: that end where she would orgasm. "I didn't hear you," he said, bringing his finger, now smeared with her vaginal juices to her lips. "Y-yes," she panted. He rubbed the juice-smeared finger across her lips. "Yes, what?" he questioned. "D-do I-it," she stammered, glancing at Tim. He pushed the finger in her mouth and reflexively, she sucked on it, tasting herself. "Do what, bitch?" he repeated. He was standing by the bed, beside her waist, with Tim behind him at an angle so he could watch. "Y-your f-fin-finger..." her voice trailed. "Excuse me, but at this point of time you are sort of trying to suck it." "The o-other o-one," she croaked. The man chuckled, releasing his penis and stretching the fingers of that hand. "You mean the one that was just fucking your pussy?" "Y-yes." "What about it?" "Put it back t-there, p-pl-please." She hoped she didn't sound like she was begging, when she knew that in fact, she really was. God, she thought, this is disgusting! Why did she have to be like that? Why couldn't she have remained cold like a fish and ignore the stimulation that he had given her and was still giving her. His finger, moving in and out of her mouth, was a gesture that she found highly erotic. The man chuckled. "You are confusing me, slut," he said. "Put my finger back where?" He knew he wanted her to say it. She wanted to show Tim that she wasn't ready to submit to that; at least not just now. "Inside m-me," she told the man. "But my finger is already inside your mouth, see?" He rubbed the fingertip over the roof of her mouth, pulled it out and rubbed it across her lush lips. "N-no, that f-finger, in-inside here," she blushed when she thrust her hips up the bed, indicating exactly where she wanted it. "Inside your slut cunt?" he taunted. "Y-yes," she whispered, trying hard not to look at Tim. "Well then, say so." The man waited, now leaning forward to grasp her round breasts with his hands, in the process, his penis brushing one side of her belly. "Well?" his voice hardened. "Please put your finger inside my – uh – p-pussy," she murmured faintly. "Say cunt," he chuckled. "I like it better than pussy." "Please p-put your f-finger inside my c-cunt!" "Attagirl!" the man said, swiftly lowering one hand from her luscious breast and sliding a finger inside her open vaginal lips. "Now what?" he asked, letting his finger pause when it was embedded deep inside the opening. She had gasped when he had so swiftly violated her again. She was trying hard not to close her eyes and she had to bend her head down to watch his hand. "F-fuck my p-uh-cunt with it," she implored. This time she ignored Tim. The man laughed out loud and began stroking his finger in and out of her again. Amazingly, he maintained the same rhythm that he had previously set. "That's more like it, bitch. Didn't I say we could yet have a great time together if we cooperate with each other?" "Uggh, agghhh, hmmmm, ahhhh..." "Ah yes," the man chortled. "I kind of like to hear that kind of language. Maybe it's a mix of Latin and Greek, but who the hell gives a fuck? Go at it, bitch!" "Ooohhhh, ahhhhh, hmmmm..." He twisted his finger around, keeping up the tempo. He squeezed her breast almost cruelly with his other hand and flattened his penis against the side of her voluptuous body. "Oh shit, oh shit," he grunted, for the first time, showing some emotion other than cruelty. "I wanted to fuck this cunt with my fingers so bad, it hurt. First with the fingers, I was telling myself when we were driving over here, and then, with my tongue and finally with this cock! You'd like that, huh?" Sam nodded instantly. She knew she couldn't pretend not to have been affected with all this and a voice inside her head said, 'To hell with Tim'. The man shuffled to one side, keeping his body bent at the waist so that his finger wouldn't disconnect from her hot opening. He was almost sort of doubled over by the time he was standing right beside her head. She smelt his penis again; it was so close to her now. The man had an incredible sense of timing because he had kept up with the rhythm of his pumping finger even as he re-positioned himself. "All you got to do now, slut, is turn your head towards my cock and open your mouth, see?" She hesitated, for just a fraction of a second. Studiously, she ignored her husband and did as the man had instructed her to. She turned her head to the right. She didn't have to open her mouth because after he had thrust his finger back inside her, it had opened on its own. His finger pumping inside her, one hand kneading her oversized breast, the man pushed his hips forward till his knees came up half way on the bed. Finally, his penis slid inside her mouth. "Aaahhh," the man sighed when she closed her lips around the pulsating cylinder. She could taste the pre cum and as she had always done in her life before, she allowed her tongue to sweep over the part of his penis that was inside her mouth. She wasn't much into measurement, but she guessed she had at least half of his penis inside her mouth and that meant that roughly three plus inches of it still remained outside. Whatever length of it was inside, she was aware that it was quite thick. Unconsciously, she found herself comparing the size, the feel and the taste of this penis with that of Tim's. This seemed to be more alive, she concluded. She had closed her eyes when he had thrust his penis into her mouth and now she opened it and found herself staring at his flat belly. He wasn't much of a man, she thought. He was almost thin to the point of looking malnourished, but strangely, that was the last thing she cared about. He was an expert; at least whatever he had done to her with his fingers had proved that point. "Oh yes," he hissed, and now, the pace with which he was thrusting his finger inside her, increased. He twisted his head and stared at the sight of his penis sliding in and out of her mouth. "Suck that dark meat, slut, oh yes, slide those pink and red lips up and down my cock, ah yes, you suck good! Faster, bitch, faster, as fast as my finger is fucking your cunt, see? Feel how fast it is fucking you? Ah yes, and just as deep, you white piece of trash, just as deep as my finger. See how deep it is going inside your pussy? The entire finger, see? The whole, entire fucking finger!" Her hips bucked up off the bed and Tim, watching from the chair, felt a twinge of jealousy; it seemed that his wife was enjoying it, almost as if she wanted that bloody finger deeper inside of her and to go even faster than it was going, which, he thought would be impossible. The man had set up a furious rhythm. Sam's hips jerked back, her buttocks hitting the bed every time that the man jammed his finger inside her wide-open vagina. She struggled to match the rhythm of his thrusting finger by increasing the pace of the sliding movements of her lips up and down his throbbing member. The man grasped her breast and squeezed it and then seized the nipple between his fingers, rolling it around, twisting and pinching it. An involuntary moan from her seemed to only excite him further, so much so that he pulled his penis outside her mouth and contended himself by rubbing the wet tip of it across her swollen lips. She let out what seemed to be a disappointed sigh as he dragged the tip of his penis down her chin and on to the breast he wasn't kneading. "Ah yes, feel my cock rubbing your tits?" he asked. "Oh shit, look at that, will you, Tim? Doesn't that dark cock look so sexy rubbing those white tits? I wish I could shove that tip of the nip up that slit of my cock!" The man actually tried it out by pushing his penis against the nipple while his other hand went back to squeezing her other breast. He shuffled, slid the rock hard penis back into her mouth, rocked his hips back and forth and then suddenly slammed his hips forward till she gagged, feeling the tip lodge itself in the back of her throat. "Well, what do you know?" the man gasped, pausing. "This bitch wife of yours can actually take my cock in her throat! Oh yeah, slut, milk my cock with your throat, ah yes, like that! This has surely got to be one of the best goddamn blowjob I've had in my life, Tim! You got talent, honey, I'll say that much for you! Now, let me fuck that mouth of yours, ah, ah, ah!" He began pumping back and forth, back and forth, groaning and grunting. Tim could also hear his wife moaning. He felt the bile rising up his throat, unable to believe that Sam would actually be liking the things that this stranger was doing to her. Part of him wanted to wrap his hands around the man's throat and the other subconscious part sent the inevitable signal to his penis. He didn't know whether the sight of the man making it out with Sam should make him angry or turn him on. He suspected that Sam was getting excited. It was quite obvious that she was turned on: the fact that her hips were bucking up and down against the man's finger and that animal-like growl that she was making deep in her throat, proved it. His mind went through their various fantasies they used while making love. He knew that Sam loved those fantasies where he had pretended that there were more than two men making love to her just as he himself loved it when they involved two or more women during their role-playing. Added to it, he knew that both of them were quite open, inventive and crazy about sex. But, rape? That it was actually happening was unbelievable. And if what the man was saying about getting his friends to join in later on was true, Tim knew that they were in for a nightmare. "I love your hairless pussy," the man panted. "I think I should reciprocate as well. I'm sure if I eat out your cunt, you are going to get more turned on, huh slut?" The man pulled his penis out of her mouth and walked over to her where her feet were tied to the posts. His penis swayed, glistening with her saliva coated onto it. He got on the bed on his knees. Her legs were outside his as he crouched low, first reaching out for her breasts. "Can't keep my hands off those tits of yours, bitch. Ah, they are really big and firm." He bent down and Sam gasped when he blew hot air over her pelvis. Kneading her breasts, he lowered his face between her legs and flicked the tip over her parted vaginal lips, lightly and tentatively. She shuddered and groaned. She glanced helplessly at her husband, her eyes wide with confusion. Surely he would understand? Up and down his tongue slid over her slit. He did not insert it inside the opening, holding himself back. Her hips once again shot up and off the bed when his tongue slithered over her erect clitoris. "Like that, whore?" he asked, chuckling before going back to tickling her clitoris with his tongue. She writhed on the bed as he expertly increased both the pressure and the speed of his tongue on her. "Agghhh..." she cried out when he suddenly thrust a finger inside her wet opening after releasing one of her breasts. He began to lick her clitoris avidly, keeping up the fast and furious pace of his finger pumping inside her. This time, Sam just had to close her eyes. She had been disgusted at the thought of experiencing being raped, even revolted by the thin, slightly built man. After he had described to them about the acid in those bottles and his friends waiting outside, she had become frightened by him. What this man was now doing was beyond her comprehension. She had experienced a lot of sex with a lot of partners before settling down with Tim; however, this, she felt, was a totally different experience altogether. The Trip (This story is posted on the Literotica website. Do not repost anywhere else without the author's consent. This story deals with similar themes as the stories by wannabeboytoy, seducedHylas, and Dark Betrayal. I do not condone any of these actions in real life. This is just a story. Enjoy.) * (Mary) I had been planning this trip for months. I was in an honors society in my freshman year of college. I had been helping out the underprivileged for years, dating back to my high school days. It was a cause I felt strongly about, and I wasn't about to change that once I started to live the college life. I joined within a month of the beginning of the school year. I quickly realized I was one of the most passionate members of the group, and even though most of the people there were older than me, they started to look to me for leadership. I did not shy away from it. I spearheaded a lot of the events that our society organized, and if I do say so myself, the society had never as active as it had been with me there. I looked forward to these meetings every week, at first for the cause, but later for another reason. I had met a boy. I had never been the most popular girl in high school. I was one of those girls that was more worried about classes than partying. I was near the top of the class, but was woefully inexperienced with the opposite sex. By the time I entered college, I was still a virgin. It's not that I'm bad looking. I'm quite cute if I do say so myself. I have shoulder length brown hair, a pretty face, and a nice set of 34B's. I would say my best feature is my butt, which provided a nice handful. Not that I've had a guy grab my butt, that's not the point. I could probably stand to lose five pounds, but I'd rather have a few extra pounds than be one of those model girls that look like they haven't eaten in a week. And those extra pounds look good on me anyway. So, anyway, I had been in this honors society for a couple months when this boy started showing up. He didn't talk much at first, but eventually, he started coming out of his shell. I learned his name was Brian, and I couldn't take my eyes off of him. He was so cute. Every so often, he would quickly glance over at me, and I would quickly look away. I eventually found out he was a freshman, like me. As he attended more meetings, I started to realize he was as passionate about helping the underprivileged as I was. I could not love this boy more when I found this out. As the meeting ended, I hung around to help clean up. I noticed Brian hanging around, acting like he was busy. As I finished up, I started to head over to him. There were butterflies in my stomach. This was it. "Hey, I don't think we've been properly introduced." I told him, holding out my hand. "I'm Mary." "I'm Brian." He said, taking my hand in his. I felt sparks. ********** For the next few weeks, I was walking on air. Every time I saw him, my heart started to flutter. We got to know each other through the next few meetings. We worked together on a few events, and my crush just kept growing. I kept waiting for him to ask me out, because I knew he felt the same way. But he was so shy. I don't think he's ever done this before, either. Every one of the other girls in the honors society thought we looked really cute together, and they were in disbelief when they found out he hadn't asked me out yet. As Christmas break passed, I realized that I might have to step up and ask him out. I had never done that before, so I was understandably nervous. I built myself up, practiced what I wanted to say, ready for the first time I see him during the next semester to ask him out. But then something terrible happened. His new schedule prevented him from attending the meetings. I was crushed. He was still part of the group. I would still see him at events, but I was never able to get a moment alone with him. This got me down, and caused me big problems. I had always been pretty responsible. I never drank, never smoked, and never did drugs. I was down because I wasn't seeing more of Brian, so I let my friends drag me to a party. I suddenly was surrounded by drunk college kids, and quickly found a drink in my hand. I had one, then two, and then eventually I was pretty wasted. Of course, this party got busted, and I was one of the few not to sneak out, so I found myself getting taken to jail with an MIP. As I sobered up in the cell, I regretted all my decisions that night. I was so embarrassed. If my parents found out, if the honors society found out, if Brian found out. Ughhh. I was so mad at myself. I was finally given my phone call, and I tried calling my friends, but none of them responded. I couldn't call my parents or any of the others in the honors society without embarrassing myself in front of them due to my predicament. Then, I had a thought. Jenna, my roommate. She's not my best friend or anything. Actually, she was kind of annoying. She was a party girl, and spent all of her time talking to her friends on the phone, or texting them, or talking about them, or talking about boys. She's not that bad, we just come from different circles. I gave her a call, and luckily, she responded. Within the hour, I was walking out of the police station with Jenna after she bailed me out. I was still so pissed at myself about this wild night. Never again, I vowed to myself. "Jenna, thanks so much." I told her. "Oh, no problem roomie. I know you'd do the same for me." Jenna responded. "Yeah, definitely. I'll get you your money back for bail." I told her. "Okay." She responded. "I hope this stays between you and me, Jen. I don't want anyone else to know." I said to her. "Of course. No problem." Jenna responded as we approached her car. "Thanks. I owe you one." I told her as we got in the car. She smiled at me. *********** I was able to move on from this whole incident pretty quickly. Jenna, to my surprise, lived up to her word and didn't tell anyone, and for that I was very appreciative. She was usually such a gossip. Anyway, no one else found out about this, and I quietly dealt with the legal issues and it was quickly forgotten. My crush on Brian soon returned to the forefront of my mind. I needed to find a way to be alone with him so I could make move on him, but that was getting difficult. I didn't just want to call and ask him. Asking someone out is something you do face to face. I racked my brain trying to figure out how to do this. This is when I started developing the plan. I had done research and found out that there was this big home-building project in California that was supposed to happen at the beginning of summer. People from various charitable organizations all over the nation were sending people to help out. This was it. This was what I could do. I could get the honors society to send me and Brian out to California. Us together, far from home. I could make my move! I brought this up to the group and they were supportive, but undecided. They were not sure if they wanted to send some people all the way out there. The society has funds that people donated to help us to do our projects. It would require a fair amount of money to send us out there. I pushed and pushed and pushed for this, and finally they relented, finally decided to send a group out there. Normally, for trips like this, they would send a group of four. It wouldn't be economical to just send one person out there. I tried to convince them that only two of us should go. We could travel on the cheap. It could work. I think when I was making this argument, the girl in charge, Jessica, knew what my intentions were. She knew I had a crush on Brian, and I wanted to make my move on him. It was with this in mind that she finally agreed to allow me to go with one other person. Policy dictated that she was to give me the set stipend of $1500, which was normally used for four people, but she highly encouraged me to do this on the cheap. I agreed. Now I just had one step left in my plan: I had to get Brian in on it. I sent him an email, trying to hide my intentions the best I could. I basically explained to him that the group was looking for volunteers to go on this trip to California. I told him I was going in a very offhand way. I asked him if he was interested in going. I waited impatiently for him to respond, checking my email constantly. Finally, he replied. I checked the email quickly. He agreed! Oh my god! It had worked. I was going to get to spend a week of alone time with my crush. I started to imagine the possibilities. We'd be right near the ocean. We could hang out on the beach. Watch the sunset. Maybe kiss. Oh my god, I couldn't wait. After a little while, I emailed to let him know only me and him volunteered, and was wondering if he was okay with us traveling together, just him and me. He replied soon after, and he said that was fine. Actually, he used the word great. He was happy that it was just him and me! My heart fluttered. I couldn't wait. The trip was scheduled right after the school year ended. Unlike most schools, they gave us a full week after exam week ended to move out of the dorms. After checking our exam schedules, we were gonna leave halfway through exam week, drive out to California, which would take about three days, spend four or five days out there, the head back with enough time to clean out our dorm rooms. Everything was good to go. As the school year approached its end, the trip was all I could think about. I had told my parents and friends but I didn't tell Jenna. She knew I had a crush on Brian. I had told her all about him. I was afraid if I told her about this trip, she would make fun of me. She would know the real motive behind this trip. She knows that I'm not as experienced as some girls are, and she would tease me about it. Nothing too bad or too mean, just gentle prodding. But I think there was a little bit of her honest feelings about me shining through. I think she thought a little less of me because I had never been with a man. She was the opposite of me in that sense. She was kinda slutty. There've been a few different boyfriends since the beginning of the school year, but I don't think they stuck around long enough to be official boyfriends. There have been many nights where she doesn't come back till the next morning. I can understand how each of her relationship's go. Boys are lured in by her looks. She is, admittedly, really hot. She has curly, black hair that goes down to her mid-back. She has a perfect tan, and her skin is smooth and flawless. Her face matched her attitude. She has full, smooth lips and she has what I've heard are called 'bedroom eyes.' I can't count the times I've seen her eyes flash with mischief. I can't imagine how they affected the boys she was with. Her body did not disappoint. Her butt was perfect; nice, round and heart-shaped. She had strong, smooth legs. And despite how catty girls can be about each other, I can truthfully say her boobs are spectacular. She always wears something tight to attract attention to them, but I think they would be noticed if she was wearing a paper bag. They are 36 DD's. I've seen them when she changed, and they look even better bare than they do covered. They are firm and perky, and despite their size, she could easily go braless and have no sag whatsoever. They are ridiculous. Even her nipples are the perfect size. The only reason she has to wear a bra is due to her perpetually hard nipples. Even when she's dressed down, in pajama pants and a hoody, she still looks amazing. Her perfect body makes the catty girl part of me just hate her. Her attitude is what drives the boys away. She's kinda bitchy. She's so self-centered, so if a boy does something she doesn't like, she'll start acting like a princess and a spoiled brat. She's the type of girl who feels like a boy should be honored to be with her, so they should do whatever she wanted. Most boys don't find that an attractive feature in a girl. Even if they start catering to her whims, her bitchy, mean side starts to shine through quickly. I've seen her say just absolutely terrible things about other girls behind their backs. Some of the worst stuff I've ever heard. I hate to think what she says about me behind my back. Guys will stick with a hot girl for awhile, but if she is clearly as mean-spirited as Jenna can be, he aint sticking around long. In that sense, I feel I have the advantage over her. Yeah, I've never been with a boy, but when I do, I have no doubt it'll be a long lasting relationship. With her, she's been with lots of boys, but I doubt she'll ever be able to sustain a long-term relationship with any of them. She's just too bitchy. Despite our differences, we actually get along fine. We both understand that we're completely different people. So, we just kinda stay out of each other's way. We clearly run in different social circles, so we're not threats to each other. We have a good give and take. She teases me about my lack of luck with boys, and I tease her about how she drives away boys. She's surprisingly self-aware about that side of her. When we are in the room together, she's usually talking on the phone, or texting, or on her computer. She generally doesn't bring boys back here, but when she does, I'll go down to the common room and do some homework, or read a book down there, or go hang out with some of my friends. We have a good system. It was nearing the end of the semester. We both had our housing plans for the next year set. She was going to live in an apartment with some friends, as was I. I didn't really plan to keep in touch with her beyond this year. I would be cordial with her, and we may chat online, but I doubt we'll be hanging out much more beyond the end of the school year. Anyway, it was getting hard to avoid telling her my plans for the week after exams. Most of the students were gonna be partying once classes finished. Plus, the school had organized a few end-of-year events for the weekend. Beyond the weekend, it would be people moving out or just chilling out here until they had to go back home. I was lucky and my exams finished up the Tuesday of exam week. Brian's did as well. I started to begin packing some of the stuff I would be taking on the trip. I packed my clothes, my laptop, and a few books to alleviate the boredom. Brian let me know he wouldn't be able to meet me here until about ten in the morning. We were taking my car on the trip. Jenna returned to the room as I was packing. I think she assumed I was packing to head home right away. I just let her go right on thinking that. "Man, I am so glad exams are over." She told me, falling back onto her bed. "Oh, yours are done too?" I asked her. "Yep, just finished up my last one." She said, taking her phone out of her pocket. She started to text. I continued what I was doing. "Must have been tough. I actually saw you studying." I teased. Jenna is many things. A good student is not one of them. "Yeah, I know, right?" she replied, jokingly. "Looks like some of your bad habits passed off onto me." She added. I laughed. "You getting ready?" she asked, not really paying attention. "Yep." I said simply, not wanting to give away the truth. "You sticking around here?" I asked, trying to change the subject. "Yeah. I have absolutely no desire to go home." She said, looking up at me from her phone, text sent. "When does your lease start for your apartment?" I asked. "August. Ughh, Four whole months at home. I might as well shoot myself now and get it over with." She said. Her phone beeped and she went back to texting. "How bout yours? When does it start?" she asked. "August, just like yours." I told her. "We should hang out before school starts back up." She told me. I don't really think she wanted to hang out again. I think she was just being polite. "Yeah, maybe." I told her, not really planning on pursuing it. "You gonna go to any of the parties? Or any events the schools putting on?" I asked. "Those events look lame." She started. I didn't think they looked that bad. "I'll probably go to some of the parties. They'll probably suck though." "Yeah, probably." I responded, not really paying attention while I was folding some clothes. "You know, these next couple weeks are gonna be fucking boring. I'll probably fucking lose it being cooped up here." She said. "Your friends leaving?" I asked. "Yep." She responded, continuing to text. "I don't know. I'll probably just go to the gym or something." She added, trailing off. I continued packing in silence as she continued. About twenty minutes later, she sat up on her bed. "Man, I'm so fucking bored right now. Wanna do something?" she asked. "Not really. I want to get an early start tomorrow." I told her. "Well, then, Mary, what am I gonna do with myself for the next few hours?" she asked. "Well, you could go meet a guy then break up with him. That'll kill a few hours." I joked. "Ha. Ha. Ha. Go fuck yourself." She told me. I smiled. "I'll actually miss this." I told her. "Me too." She said. She started to grab some stuff, getting ready to head out. "If I don't get to talk you tomorrow, then this might be goodbye." She said. She puts a mock pout on her face. I smiled, walked over, and gave her a hug. "Keep in touch, Mary." She told me. "Yeah, you too." I replied. She left the dorm. I packed for a little while longer before finally calling it an early night. I was too excited about tomorrow to want to stay up any longer. I just wanted to get to bed so I could wake up and it'll be tomorrow. I couldn't wait. *********** I woke up at eight in the morning. I showered and started to clean up. I start to do some last minute packing. I tried to remain quiet, but despite my best efforts, Jenna began to awaken. She was usually a heavy sleeper, but of course today of all days she had to wake up early. She went to the bathroom and cleaned herself up. She watched me pack for a minute before speaking. "What about your other stuff?" she asked, gesturing to some of the items I wasn't taking with me. "Oh, I'll get it when I get back." I told her without thinking. I quickly realized the error I made. "Wait, you're coming back?" she asked confused. I'm mad at myself for letting my plans slip out. I was just gonna leave a note telling her I would be back for the rest of my stuff later. Well, no point lying now. "Yeah, I'm not going home immediately." I told her. "I could've sworn you told me you were?" she asked. "Nope. My honors society is sending some people out to California for this home-building event. I'm heading out today." I explained. "Wait, you're going to California? Why didn't you tell me?" she asked. Then, the truth started to dawn on her. "Wait a minute. Is Brian going?" she asked with a smile. "As a matter of fact he is coming with." I told her. "Aww, that's so cute. You gonna make your move?" she asked. "That's the plan." I replied. "So is there more people going or is it just you two?" she inquired. "It's just us two." I told her. "Aww, that's sweet." She told me. Her mocking tone is starting to annoy me. Then, Jenna had a revelation. "Ohmygod. You should totally let me come with you?" she asked. Bad idea. "Jenna, no. I planned this out for a long time. I planned it to be us two. Please don't get involved." I pleaded with her. "Just listen. No offense, but you don't know what you're doing. I can help you. I can give you advice. I can help this whole thing happen." Jenna pleaded with me. "Jenna, I can handle this myself." I told her. "Listen, if you screw this up, this could be it. You could drive him away for good. If you handle this wrong, you could make the biggest mistake of your life." She replied. I gave what she said some thought. "I know what I'm doing. Let me go with you guys. I can get a handle on what this Brian guy is all about. Then, I'll let you know what your best approach is." I considered what she said. "Please, pretty please Mary. I don't want to be cooped up here. You know what I'm saying is right." The Trip "Jenna, this is a charity thing. We'll be building houses. No offense, but you're not exactly the type to get your hands dirty." I replied, trying to dissuade her. "Whatever. I don't care. I can help out. I'm sure no one will turn away the help. If not, I can stand on the sidelines or something." She replied. "Jenna, I'm leaving in like an hour. You couldn't possibly get packed in time." I told her. "Watch me." She said, grabbing her bag and starting to stuff it with clothes. I was still unconvinced. "Jenna, please. I want to do this alone." I told her, desperate to change her mind. She stopped packing and walked over to me. "Mary. Listen, you owe me." She said, dropping her trump card on me. She bailed me out of jail. She kept quiet about it. I hate to admit it, but she was right. I shook my head, angry. The logical side of me realized there was no reason not to take her. The stipend was an amount for four people to travel comfortably. Traveling with three people wouldn't be an issue, money wise. There was no reason to not take her. Like she said, no one would turn away the help. There wasn't an issue with money, and, yes, I did owe her. I was too good-hearted to say no to her. "C'mon, Mare. It'll be room 201's last ride." Jenna added. "Fine." I said, annoyed. "Yay!" she said, bouncing up and down and clapping. She came over to me and hugged me. "Don't worry, Mary. You won't regret it." *********** Somehow, my bitchy roommate had wormed her way into my romantic moment. I was pissed. I didn't even talk to her as she quickly packed. I'm sure she picked up on my annoyance, but she didn't care. She was clearly excited. She was bouncing around, packing quickly. True to her word, she was packed with time to spare. She had packed double what I had packed. Of course, she couldn't make this easy. We started to head down to the parking lot to put our stuff into my car. My car wasn't too flashy. It was a small, red little thing. It was economical and had good gas mileage. That's why we were taking it. Once we put all of our bags into the trunk, it was almost full. We were gonna have to put Brian's stuff in the back seat. I heard a car pull in a few spots down, then a horn honk. I turned around and see someone emerging from a car. It was Brian! As he emerged from his car, it struck me again how effortlessly good looking he was. He didn't have to try. His hair looked tussled, but in way that suited him. He smiled that cute smile of his. He was dressed in relaxed clothes, comfortable, but still flattering to his impressive body. I still can't believe that this boy is in to me. I headed over towards him as he walked towards me. Jenna hung near the car. "Hey, what's up?" I said, with a smile. "Not much. You ready?" he asked. "Yeah, there's one thing though." I started, about to break the bad news. "What?" he said suddenly worried. "My roommate cashed in a favor I owed her. She wants to come too." I said. "Oh, okay." he said, a little surprised. "Is that all right? I mean, I know this wasn't part of the plan, and she's not in the society." I started. "No, it's fine. Whatever. The more help the better." He said, always finding the best of any situation. "Are you sure? Because, if you're not, she doesn't have to come." I suggested, hoping he would take me up on it. "No. It's cool." He replied. He was too nice to ever turn someone away. "Okay." I replied nervously. I started to lead him over to my car and to Jenna. As I led him over, her eyes opened wide and she smiled as she took him in. She held her hand out. "Hi, I'm Brian." He said, taking her hand in his. "Nice to meet you. I'm Jenna." She said with a cute little smile. "Uh, I'd better go get my stuff." He stammered heading back over to his car. As he did, we both watched him. "He is so cute." Jenna whispered in my ear. I smiled. He came back over with only two bags. One large and one small. He was courteous as always. He packed less than either of us. We put his bags into the back seat. "It's getting hot out." He said, wiping some sweat from his brow. "Yeah, I know. It's going to get even hotter as we get out west." I replied. "You got that right." Jenna added. She volunteered to sit in the back seat, while I drove and Brian would ride in the passenger seat. Before we set out, I wanted to take care of some business. I turned to Brian. "Hey, would you mind if I put you in charge of the stipend?" I asked him. "Yeah, no problem." He said, taking the leather packet which housed the money. "Stipend? What stipend?" Jenna asked. "The society gave us some money for us to cover our funds during the trip." I explained. "How much?" she asked. "About $1500." I replied. "Wow. Sweet. We should go do something." She offered. "This money is only for necessary expenses. If you want to 'do stuff', it's coming out of your pocket. This money was donated to us so we would be able to help the underprivileged. I want to use as little of this as possible. It's not for frivolous stuff." I explained, annoyed at her self-centeredness. I can see her roll her eyes in my peripheral vision. "All right, all right. Just a suggestion. I didn't know." Jenna explained. I laid out my plans for where we would stop. Once I did, and once we were ready, I pulled out of the spot, and started to head out. The trip was a go. *********** It was a couple of hours into the trip when the first speed bump happened. Everything was going great. We were chatting and having a great time. Brian was really coming out of his shell. Then, the AC went out in my car. There's was nothing we could do short of taking the car into the shop, which was not an option, so we would just have to tough it out. I was fine with it, and Brian, ever the optimist, was fine with it as well. Jenna, not so much. "Are you kidding? It's really fucking hot out. We should, like, stop and get it fixed, or, like, rent a car or something." She whined. "Jenna, we can't afford it. We just have to tough it out." I explained. "This is a necessary expense. You don't expect us to drive all the way to California sweating like pigs, do you?" she asked, clearly annoyed. "Jenna, the people we are driving out to help don't even have homes. They would consider it a blessing to have air conditioning." I explained. I look at Brian and roll my eyes. He smiled. In the circles we run in, we just can't stand people who act so entitled. Like a princess. It seemed like Jenna was about to say something else, but she held her tongue. She pulled out her phone and started to text. We rolled down the windows and drove in silence. We were all starting to sweat. With the windows down, it was hard to talk over the roar of the air blasting in through the windows. Eventually, the tension started to dissipate. As we hit some traffic and had to slow down, the conversation started to pick up again. Brian would tell some stories, which would make both of us laugh. Jenna's mood started to pick up, despite the heat. She was chatting as if nothing ever happened. She talked to Brian more than me, but that was fine. I could tell she was feeling him out. I could tell Jenna was still annoyed at the heat, but she hid it better. I think Brian picked up on this too. He suggested we stop at a gas station and pick up some cold drinks, and maybe a cooler with some ice. I agreed, as we needed to get gas anyway. We stopped at the cheapest gas station I could find. As I got out to pump gas, Brian went inside to get the supplies. Jenna got out to stretch her legs. She walked over to me. "So what do you think of him?" I asked, wanting her opinion. "He's great. I can see why you like him. He's totally, like, husband material." She told me. "Do you think I'm doing okay?" I asked. "Yeah, you're doing fine. You guys are great together. Just keep doing what you're doing." She explained. Sage wisdom, Jenna. Thank god I brought her along for nuggets of info like that. I finish pumping the gas. Brian payed for it inside, and emerged with some cold Cokes and water's in a decent sized cooler filled with ice. He put it in the middle of the back seat. I get into the driver's seat waiting for them to follow. I see Jenna waiting for Brian to get the cooler set. For a second I thought I saw her look at his butt, but when I looked back again, she was not. Brian got the cooler set and sat back into the passenger seat. I looked back in the mirror, and my eyes met Jenna's. I couldn't read her expression. I have always had trouble telling what her mood was based on her expression. I have no idea what she was thinking. That's probably for the best. I jump backed on the highway, and the drive continued. *********** (Jenna) The plan changed the minute I met Brian. I just wanted to go to California. Maybe go to the beach, wear a teeny bikini, and maybe meet a cute Cali boy. I was honest when I told Mary I would help her with her cute little crush. I had never met this guy, but Mary wouldn't stop talking about him. I figured this Brian was some nerdy guy. Probably a nerd like Mary. I liked Mary, even though she was kind of lame. But I figured I would be unusually charitable and help Mary get this guy, with the help of my considerable talents at landing men. Then I met Brian. My mouth opened in genuine surprise when I saw Brian walk towards Mary after getting out of his car. 'Who is that hot guy talking to Mary' I wondered to myself. This was not what I expected at all. When he came over and held out his hand to mine, I gave his hand a gentle squeeze and flashed my eyes at him. He was too innocent to notice. That was so cute. As the drive began, I couldn't get Brian out of my head. I kept checking him out whenever I got the chance. He was clearly a virgin. With a boy that hot, if he was getting laid, he would be getting laid constantly. If you're getting laid that constantly, you wouldn't be shy. 'What a waste?' I thought to myself. Then, like a bolt of lightning, a plan hit me. A new plan, a better plan than the one before. A guy like Brian would be wasted on Mary. An uptight girl like her doesn't deserve him. The only guys who are interested in her are the ones who don't know any better. I could show him better. He's a young guy, probably 19, same age as me, but he was so different from the older college guys that are usually after me. His destiny could still be molded. He could be molded, changed, corrupted. Mary had no idea what she brought on herself by letting me come along. He was a nice boy, too shy to ask out the girl he was crushing on. But to me, that was such an awkward, teenage thing to do. I could show him how an adult relationship works. Show him what adult guys should do to hot girls. He started this trip interested in Mary. She was sweet, funny, and selfless. I was a mean, bitchy, selfish princess. But I was also fucking hot. And that's all that mattered. He's never dealt with someone like me. In any facet that matters, I was superior to Mary. I had longer, sexier, more stylish hair. I was tanner. I always dressed more fashionably than Mary. My legs were long and sexy. My face was much prettier. My ass was rounder and fuller. And my massive, perky breasts obliterated whatever Mary's got. I was superior in every way, and Brian was about to realize that, because he was about to get a good look at my body, a good look at what I have to offer. I regretted wearing the clothes I had on now, just a plain pink tank top and jeans. I had dressed quickly, without thinking. But I vowed to change that. I would wear tighter clothing, sluttier clothing. I would wear as little as I could get away with. And Mary wouldn't realize a thing, because she knows I'm a slut, and that I like to wear slutty clothing. It's the norm for a slut like me. She wouldn't realize anything, but her cute little boyfriend would. Her cute little innocent boyfriend wouldn't know what to do with a slut like me in his life. Being trapped in a car with me, it'd be impossible for him to not notice. Notice the cleavage I was going to bare for him. Notice my long legs that I planned to give him a good look at. Notice my full sexy lips, in a perpetual pout. Notice my smoky, sexy eyes that would always be on him. There would be no way he could be trapped in a car with a complete slut in as little clothes as possible, and plain as hell Mary, and not compare the two. There would be no way Mary would come up as anything but inferior in every way. I would drive him nuts by the mere sight of my body. His natural male instincts would make him gravitate to me. I could sense which guys had large equipment, and I could tell that he was huge. I would induce massive amounts to cum to build up in his no doubt huge balls. Being trapped in a car, he would have no way to take care of it. All that cum, and nowhere to go with it. And when he reached the point where he could take it no longer, he wouldn't go to Mary to take care of him. She was too nice to do what was necessary. He would turn to me. The massive amount of cum that will build up in his balls will find a home deep inside my wet cunt. And when that happens, when Brian's hard no-longer-virginal dick would be smothered by the warm tightness of my slutty cunt, he would want nothing else. There's no going back for a man once he started to fuck slutty girls. And I would make a man out of him. When I got done with him, he would no longer be shy, selfless cute boyfriend Brian. He would be a pussy-crazed man who would betray the girl who clearly loves him in favor of the dark delights that a slut like me could offer. It was with this thought, the thought of corrupting Brian, of stealing him away from a clueless Mary, that hardened my nipples even more. My pussy became wet. I looked at the back of Mary's head. In my mind, I had one thought: "Sorry roomie, but you're at war." *********** (Mary) I drove for as long as I could before we finally decided to stop for the night. We pulled into the cheapest hotel that we could find that didn't look too shady. The only rooms they had were one bed, so we decided that me and Jenna would share the bed, and Brian offered to sleep on the floor. We unpacked what we needed to and found our room. It wasn't the greatest thing in the world, but it would do. We picked up some fast food. Brian and I got some burgers, and Jenna got a salad. We ate the food in the room. We were all pretty zonked out from the drive, so we decided to go to bed early. Brian got changed in the bathroom, as Jenna and I waited for him to emerge so we could each make use of the bathroom. He walked out in just a pair of gym shorts. It was the first time I had seen him shirtless, and he did not disappoint. He clearly was in great shape. I could see the muscles on his chest and stomach. I had to stop myself from drooling. He didn't notice anything amiss as he walked by us. I looked over at Jenna as she looked at me. We shared a giggle in admiration. Jenna went into the bathroom next. She quickly emerged in a tight black tank top and gray and purple pajama pants. I quickly changed into a t-shirt and pajama pants. I was disappointed when I saw that she was on the same side of the bed that he was. Typical. I didn't want to start anything, so I just slipped into bed. It was not a comfortable night. It was hot outside, and it was stuffy on the inside. I was able to get a few hours sleep, but I woke up early and I was so uncomfortable with the heat that I wasn't able to fall back asleep. I finally committed to being awake around six, so I took a quick shower, which felt great by the way. I tried to quietly pack my bags. But I wasn't quiet enough, and Brian woke up. I smiled at him, and he smiled back, as he walked into the bathroom. He took a quick shower, and soon joined me to pack. We got as much as we could packed as the sun started to rise. Jenna was still asleep, surprise, surprise. Typical of her to avoid hard work. It reached the point that we were almost ready to go, but we were waiting on her to wake up. We started to pack loudly, trying to wake her up. I had hoped to get an early start, but Jenna was not helping. Finally, I had to wake her lazy ass up. She said to give her a few minutes, and that she'll be out soon. Brian and I decided to wait outside. We chatted for a bit, and it was nice. This was the first time we really had any privacy. We were talking about nothing really, just small talk. I could tell we were dancing around the real thing we both wanted to talk about. The sun was rising. It was a beautiful morning. The temperature was cool right now, and it was quiet. I realized this is it. This is the moment. I might not get another chance at this. I turned to him. "Hey, I was thinking..." I started to say, when we both heard the door open. Out emerged Jenna, bag in hand. She was wearing a tight blue halter top, and short, tight, cutoff shorts. She had put on large sunglasses. She always tried to act like one of those Hollywood party girls. I looked at Brian and rolled my eyes. He smiled. "I don't know about you guys, but I did not get any sleep last night." She said to us. "Yeah, I didn't get much either." I told her. "Yeah." Brian added. "Hey, Brian, would you mind getting my bag? I couldn't carry it." She said. "Sure." Brian said, heading into the room. "So, did you ask him?" she said, once Brian was out of earshot. "Well, I was about to when you came out." I said. "Oh. Sorry." she replied. Brian emerged seconds later with Jenna's bag. We quickly packed it up, and checked out of the hotel. Brian offered to drive. Such a gentleman. I took the passenger seat, while Jenna hung in back. We picked up a quick breakfast, then continued on. *********** (Jenna) Today was the day I began my plan to seduce Brian. I watched him sleep most of the night. He had a great body, and a few quick glances at his shorts confirmed my earlier suspicions: He was big. Like, really big. Finding this out for sure made my pussy moist. I fought the urge to touch myself, but stopped myself. I had to be patient. The next orgasm I would have would be with Brian's massive dick buried inside me. I finally fell asleep later on in the night. I could tell they were both annoyed that I slept in, but so what? They could wait. I took a nice shower, but tried to keep it pretty quick. I didn't want to give them too much alone time. I quickly found some of my short shorts and my blue halter. Brian would start to understand today what I had to offer. I made myself look perfect and stepped out the door. I could immediately tell that Mary was annoyed. I had to stop myself from smiling when she said that she was about to ask him out when I interrupted. That was a close one. The drive was even more uncomfortable than the day before. It was just so hot. We were all sweating as we reached the afternoon. It was uncomfortable, yes, but it actually helped me in my plan. To be honest, I looked great with a sheen of sweat of me. Many guys could tell you that. I reached into the cooler to grab an ice cube. I leaned up and rub the cube against my forehead. The water dripped down my face and down onto my chest. It started to soak my top a little bit. I looked up into the mirror, and saw Brian's eyes dart away. Ha! So he's started to notice. Well, time to turn it up a bit. I grabbed another ice cube, and started to rub it on my chest, just above my breasts. The water drips all over my large breasts. Down the top of them, soaking my top. Or right between them, disappearing in the cavern of my cleavage. I look up into the mirror. He's staring right at me. Or at my tits, to be specific. I drop the cube down my cleavage. I see him gulp. I stare at the mirror until he noticed that I noticed. He looked away and his cheeks turned red. I smiled. Of course, clueless in the passenger seat didn't notice a thing. This was almost too easy. The Trip I tried to keep doing something. Either text, or talk to someone on the phone, or talk to them. Anything that would get Brian's attention on me. When he looked back on this trip, I wanted the first thing he remembered to be me. I want him to eventually forget the fact that Mary was even on the trip. I had a moment's remorse for Mary. She really didn't stand a chance. I really did like her. This was nothing personal. We always got along well. But all's fair in love and war. This wasn't cattiness between girls at the sight of a new man. This was something more. I felt like I had just discovered something, something deep inside me. I had never had any problems getting men. But I had never encountered a situation like this. I had never tried to steal another girl's man before. Just the thought of driving a man so crazy, of turning him on so much, that he forgot all about his loving girlfriend and just had to fuck me. Making a man ditch a possible future wife to start banging some slutty girl he barely knows. Driving all reason from his mind, making him a slave to his own sexual desires. Making him make such a bad choice for himself, but a great choice for the slutty girl. Most decent men know better than to fuck slutty girls. That has been instilled in them by their parents, by society. To drive that all away, to convince them that a slut can provide them all they truly need. To drive a man down to their base desires, their base urges. To reduce a man to the simple and undeniable urge to fuck. Not to make love or any of that bullshit. To fuck. When a man's reduced to that, they don't go after the pretty girls, the funny girls. No, they follow their instincts. They go after the girls that they know can fuck well. The slutty girls, the sexy girls. It doesn't matter how nice they are, how funny they are. All that matters is how hot they are. How sexy they are. How long their legs are. How round their asses are. How big their tits are. How tight their pussy's are. That would be all that matters. I felt like I had just discovered who I truly was. I had always thought I was just a slutty girl. A girl that guys want to bang. And I was fine with that. I like sex, and I am great at sex. I had come to the realization that the sex was the endgame, not the whole game. The art was in the seduction. It was not about finding the nearest frat guy who was down to fuck. It was about finding the ideal guy, guys who don't just come along all the time. Men who girls had already snatched up, more than likely. The art was in using all of your feminine wiles to change these men, to bring them down to the level where maybe fucking a slut isn't so bad. To shape a good man into the man a slut needs him to be. To show them that all they truly need is a slut like me. Society has always told you that good people deserve the best. You have to be good, and good things will happen. Girls are always told not to be sluts. To be good, wholesome girls. They are told if they do this, they will get a good man, 2.5 children, and house with a white picket fence. But, to buck the system so severely? To make it where being a slut is the best way to get ahead. To let the good boys and girls grow up, be successful, and then for a slut to come in at the last minute after doing nothing to deserve it, steal the good man, live the good life and leave the good girl behind. For a woman to slut it up and be rewarded. To be a slut, but by choosing the right man to steal, still live the good life. To have the nice car, to have the money, to have the children that the good girls thought they deserved. To be a bad girl and get rewarded? An easy girl living the easy life. The thought made me smile. I now realized my place in this world. I was exactly where I was supposed to me. I was an unrepentant slut. A whore. But I had been those things for years. I was now something new. Something greater. I was now a seductress. A temptress. I now knew the way forward. Brian was the future. I had told Mary that they were great for each other, that he was husband material. Yeah, he'd be great for Mary. But he'd perfect for me. He was perfect husband material for a slut like me. Where would this leave poor Mary? I obviously was gonna succeed at fucking Brian. There was no question of that. But where does Mary fit into all of this? I had to decide what to do with her. After I start fucking Brian, do we flaunt it to her, show her inferiority to me, and leave her in the dust? Do I break her heart as I steal her man? The thought was undeniably hot to me. But I then had a thought. A new more plan, one which was more elegant. Mary would be too clueless to ever figure out that I was fucking her man unless I flaunted it in her face. She was that naive. But what if I didn't do that? What if I stole her true love, and she never realized it. What if they did start to date? What if I continuously fucked her man behind her back? He would go to her for the cute stuff, but he would come to me for the adult stuff. The rough stuff. And if a man has to choose which he'd rather have, he wouldn't be able to deny his natural urges. He would want to maintain our relationship more than anything she could offer. As I stared at Mary's napping form, she had no idea her future was in my hands. She was relaxed, secure that her true love would eventually work out. I would never stop. I would never get complacent. I would work hard to get him. I deserved a man like him more than her. The more I fucked him, the more I would change him. As Mary's and Brian's relationship would progress, the changes in him would grow. Mary would start to realize that maybe Brian was more of a man than she thought. More of a man than she could handle. He would not be able to make the gentle love to her, like she no doubt wanted. He would want to fuck. Hard. A nice, gentle girl like her is not built to handle that kind of serious fucking. The kind of fucking that only a slut like me could handle. They would no doubt start to grow apart. They would both know they do not belong with each other. They would break up. Her heart would break. But breaking things down makes them stronger once they are rebuilt. Mary would move on to a slightly lesser man, a boy that she could handle. A boy who would not demand the tough, demanding sex a man needs. It would be the closest thing she could have to a real adult relationship. It would be a lame relationship obviously. The type with cute little dates, with roses and chocolates, and missionary style sex. It would be lame uninspired sex, and the boy she was with would no doubt look to stray. But she would never notice, because she's naïve. She would be happy in the relationship, because it's the best she could ever hope to get. Once they graduated, they would live in some crappy apartment together, not wanting to live too highly because of her awareness of the underprivileged. Brian would graduate to fucking a slut full time. He would move on to being with me. He would get all the sex he could handle, in all of the positions he wanted. There would be no limits. It would be the relationship he needed. He is the type of guy that will be successful. He would live the good life, and I would be at his side. He would move on from all this charity crap he was worried about, and would move onto something more adult. He would live to make my life great. And the best part of the whole thing: I would not hide the fact that I was dating Brian from Mary. I would tell her. I would be the compassionate friend and confess to her that I was with her ex. I would ask if it was okay with her. And it would be. She would give me her approval. Part of her would still love Brian, and would want him to be happy. She would be happy that I was settling down with a man, her man. She would accept it because deep down, she knew Brian showed her that he needs a woman more able to handle his insatiable lust. A woman like me. A slut like me. Mary would know deep down that Brian and me would be a very sexually compatible couple. She would know that the sex that happens between us would be something that she would never be able to match. And she would accept it. Deep down it'll bother her, but she'll accept our love. She'll wonder when our love started. She'll realize that it started here, that it is her fault that Brian ended up with me. But she would be too nice to say anything. She'll harbor this anger inside herself for losing Brian, but she'll never give any outward clue of it. She'll give her blessing to our relationship. I can see this all working out towards that very fact. I'll steal her man, on her romantic trip. And she'll give her approval to us. She'll blame herself for losing Matt, not the evil slut who stole him. I'll still be friends with her. We could become best friends. I'll invite her to the wedding. She'll be my maid of honor. I'll rub my relationship with her ex in her face and she won't even hate me. I am on the verge of cumming right now. My clit was so fucking hard. The only thing standing between me and this future was to convince Brian to fuck me. I leaned back and place both of my bare feet between the front seats next to him. "So, Brian, tell me about yourself." I asked him. We had not really talked at all, beyond chit chat. Mary was still asleep. This was our first chance at a private, personal conversation. "Uh, what do you want to know?" he stammered nervously. "Well, tell me about yourself. What's your major? What do your parents do? What are your hobbies? If we're spending a week and a half together, we should get to know each other." I replied, bouncing my bare feet back and forth. "He, uh, well, I'm going into business. My dad runs this company, and he wanted me to go to one of the higher end schools, where he went. He wanted me to use his money. But, I wanted to do my own thing, be a self-made man. Not a guy who lives off his dad's money. So, I'm paying my way through school." Brian explained. "Hm, that's cool, Brian. Most guys wouldn't do that." I replied, trying to hide my excitement at the fact that he was loaded. "My mom doesn't work." Brian started. I like her style. "A far as hobbies, it's what we're doing now." Hanging out with a slut, I thought. "Helping people. I've been blessed to be born with money. Most people aren't. I want to help as many people as I can live better lives." He finished. There's only one person he has to help live a better life. "How about you?" he asked. "Well, I have no clue what I'm gonna major in. My parents are boring school teachers. And I mainly like to party. So college is great so far." I told him. I see him nod. I can tell that he doesn't think much of what I just told him. I bet he looks down on me. I bet he thinks that I'm a self-centered princess, which is not wrong. Soon, he will realize that that's the type of girl he needs in his life. "So, you gonna be helping us out at the build?" he asked. I shrugged my shoulders. "I don't know. I was just hoping to go to the beach. Work on my tan." I told him. He nodded again. "Oh, c'mon, don't give me that look, Brian." I added. "What look?" he stammered. "You think I'm being a spoiled brat." I said. "No, not at all." He stammered again. I giggle at his nervousness. "Brian, I'm kidding. I'm gonna help out at the build." I said. Not bloody likely, I thought. "Oh, heh, good one." he said, still clearly nervous. "Do I intimidate you Brian?" I asked. "No, not at all. What makes you say that?" he replied. "Brian, you look terrified. You need to loosen up." I explained. Probably hard to relax with a hard dick full of cum bursting for release at the sight of a hot slut in the backseat. In that sense, I could really help him loosen up. "I'm not scared." he replied. "Yes you are." I replied, my voice getting huskier. I'm really fucking horny right now. Suddenly, Mary started to stir. I pulled my feet back. "Hey, what's up?" she asked Brian. "Not much." he replied. He's obviously not including his hard dick. "How long was I out?" Mary asked. "About an hour and a half." He replied. Mary looked back at me. I smiled. She might have noticed my hard nipples, but she didn't say anything. I was not bothered by her waking up. I could be patient. It's only a matter of time. He will be mine soon. *********** (Mary) We had found another hotel for the night. It was the same deal as before. One bed, which me and Jenna shared, and Brian on the floor. I had asked him if he was sure if he wanted to do that, but he had insisted. I aced out Jenna this time and slept on the same side as Brian. It was another sticky night. I watched Brian sleep for a little while before finally falling asleep myself. I admired his fit frame as he slept, looking so peaceful. The morning went about the same as the previous. Me and Brian were the first two up while Jenna slept. She eventually did wake up on her own. As we were packing, Jenna showered. I was trying to pack quickly to try and get another moment alone with Brian, but it was not meant to be. Jenna came bouncing out as we neared being done packing. She looked like she was in a great mood. "Morning guys." She said. I didn't quite hear her. I was too distracted by what she was wearing. She was wearing a tight, stretchy pink tank top. Her boobs wear pouring over the edges. She was clearly not wearing a bra, for the second straight day. Her nipples were clearly outlined under her top. And Jenna had busted out her booty shorts. They were tiny, black, stretchy shorts that barely went down an inch or so below her ass. It molded around her ass like a second skin. Even I could admire how good she looked. I only wish she wasn't wearing it around Brian. "Brian, can you get my bag again?" she asked. Brian obliged and went inside. "What the hell are you wearing?" I asked. "What! It's too fucking hot to wear much else." She replied. I rolled my eyes. Brian emerged with Jenna's bag. We packed it and were quickly on our way. ********** (Jenna) We were in the middle of the desert when we stopped to get gas. I hopped into the gas station to pick up some water. It was ridiculously hot out. Like, unbelievably hot out. My body was dripping with sweat. I made sure to shake my ass at Brian as I walked into the gas station and he started to pump the gas. The dimwit in the gas station couldn't take his eyes off me. I walked back outside and Brian watched me every step of the way. Mary was waiting patiently in the passenger seat. I opened my water and started to gulp it down. This gave Brian a chance to stare at my body without being seen. I have to admit, I looked like a total slut in this outfit. My tits were bulging out, begging to be admired. My long legs were almost fully exposed to him. And the sheen of sweat all over me just added to my sexiness. I gulped down the water, and then looked back at him. He was still looking, but then he noticed me and looked away. I giggled. We set out from there soon after. It was clear that Brian could not keep his eyes off of me. Every time I looked up, he was staring. He could feel the pheromones I was exuding. He was becoming obsessed with my body. He was falling in love with me. I did not stop him from admiring me. Mary, of course, noticed nothing. It was late in the afternoon when we arrived at our destination in California. We all walked into the office of the small hotel. I pulled Mary aside. "Hey, you're not getting just one room again, right?" I asked her. "Yeah. Listen, Jenna, we are trying to do this cheaply. We can't get you your own room." She started, annoyed. "No, I'm not talking about me. Listen, Brian's a good guy. He would never say anything, but I'm sure he wouldn't enjoy sleeping on the floor for five more days. He's gonna start to resent it, which will make him resent you. If you get him his own room, that won't happen. Besides, if something does happen, you could get a bit of privacy away from your annoying roommate." I said with a smile. She contemplated what I told her. She turned to the desk guy and made a decision. "Can we get two rooms please?" *********** (Mary) Brian said we didn't have to do it, but I can tell he appreciated the gesture of giving him his own room. Our rooms were connected, so we had the doors between them open as we unloaded the car for our stay. Jenna was extremely excited as we finally finished unloading the car. She turned to us. "Guys, we should totally go to the beach." She suggested. "I don't know." I started. "C'mon, Mary. Don't be a wet blanket. Besides, the beach is like a mile away. We deserve a little relaxation after that drive." Jenna added. I looked at Brian, and he shrugged. "Okay. Fine. Let's do it." I said. "Awesome!" Jenna said. She grabbed some clothes and went into the bathroom. I smiled at Brian as he went to his bathroom to change. Jenna emerged in a different tank top and her cutoffs. She actually got more dressed than she was for the trip to the beach. I got changed into my swimsuit then covered myself with a t-shirt and a skirt. Brian emerged in his trunks and a shirt. He looked cute as always. We grabbed some towels and set off. We chatted as we walked through the nearby area towards the beach. The smell of salt water hit us first, letting us know we were close. We stepped onto the relatively quiet beach and set down our stuff. Brian took off his shirt. I disrobed down to my bikini. It was nothing too flashy. I could tell Brian didn't mind what he saw. Then Jenna took off her tank top. From under it emerged her awesome breasts, barely contained by her top. The front of it had patches that didn't cover a whole lot. It covered the nipples and the surrounding areas, but it exposed an almost indecent amount of flesh. She dropped her shorts and turned around. Half of her butt was hanging out of the bikini bottom. It wasn't a thong, but it still left a lot of her ass exposed. She smiled at us and looked around. She saw a couple of boys a little ways down the beach. "I'll be back." She said with a knowing smirk, before scampering off down the beach towards the boys. I looked at Brian and rolled my eyes. "Let's take a walk." I said to him. "Sounds good." He replied. We turned and set out away from Jenna and the boys. We chit chat for a bit as we walked. This was exactly what I had been hoping for. A beautiful, romantic moment. It was dusk, so the sun was low in the sky. A beautiful sunset. There was a cool breeze and the sky was pink. An absolutely perfect evening. "Let's stop here." He said after we had been walking for about ten minutes. He sat down, and I followed suit. We just sat down in silence and absorbed everything. Absorbed this perfect moment. I suddenly felt his arm reach around me and pull me into his side. Goose bumps appeared all over. I rested my head on his shoulder. We sat like this for a few minutes. I pulled my head up and looked at him. He turned to look at me. Our eyes met. Our faces moved towards each other. Our lips met. We kissed. Just a small peck, but it said volumes. My head fell back onto his shoulder. Inside, I'm jumping up and down in excitement. We kissed! And it felt so good. I had chills. We must have sat there for a half hour. I wish it could have been forever. But eventually, I can see Jenna walking towards us. She must have jumped into the water, because she is soaked as she reached us. She saw us wrapped up together and smiled. "Hey guys." She said. I once again have to admit how great looking she is. That bikini of hers highlighted her assets really well. With it now soaked, it clung to her body like a second skin. "Get any numbers?" I asked. "Uh, yeah, do you think they would turn me down?" she said with a know-it-all tone. "Probably not." I told her. "Well, I don't know about you guys, but I am starving. I think we should go out and get something to eat. Something nice, cause quite frankly, I'm tired of this fast food. It's messing with my figure." She said. I don't see a single flaw on her. The Trip "What do you think?" I asked Brian, trying to not act too stingy. "I'm pretty hungry too." He replied. I smiled at him and nodded. We both stood and packed up. We went back to the hotel room to change, and then drove around till we found a nice Italian restaurant. We sat at a table, with me sitting next to Brian and Jenna sitting across from Brian. Luckily, she had changed into something more decent than what she had worn most of the day. She was wearing a tight black t-shirt and jeans. The waiter came up to take our orders. I ordered a pasta dish, and then Brian ordered a steak. Jenna ordered the same thing that Brian did. The meal went well. We chatted like old friends throughout. When Brian went to the bathroom, Jenna and I had quick girl talk. She was super excited for me when I told her that we kissed. Brian was back quickly, and normal conversation resumed. This was honestly the best night ever. Surrounded by friends, kissing the boy I was falling in love with. But quite frankly, it was so much to take in that by the time we got back to the hotel, I was exhausted. Brian retired to his room, as we got changed for bed. I fell asleep with a smile on my face. *********** (Jenna) I waited till I knew Mary was asleep. It wasn't long till she was snoring. I heard the TV playing in Brian's room next door. I smiled, as I removed the sheets covering me. I had put back on the outfit I had worn in the car, my pink tank-top and black booty shorts. I could tell Brian really liked those. Tonight's the night. I stand up and quietly snuck out the door, stepping into the warm night air. I shut the door quietly and step over to Brian's room. I knocked softly. I heard footsteps as he approached. He opened the door, looking a little tired, but still gorgeous. "Hey, what's up Jenna?" he asked. "I'm having trouble falling asleep. I heard your TV on and thought we could hang out for a bit. Mary's already out." I asked, slightly pushing out my boobs, hoping to sway his decision. "I don't know, Jen. I was actually about to go to bed." he replied. "Please, Brian? It'll only be for a little bit, until I get tired." I told him. Well, it might not be a little bit. It'll probably take a lot of fucking to wear me out tonight. "Alright, I guess so." he relented. I stepped in. I pattered over in my bare feet and sat on the edge of the bed. I could smell his manly scent permeating through the room. He sat down a foot or two away from me. We sat in silence for a few minutes. I finally decided to start up my plan. "So, I heard you two kissed earlier?" I asked him, looking right at him, reading his reactions. "Uh, yeah, we did." he stammered, caught a little off guard. "She really likes you, you know." I told him. "Uh, really?" he asked, looking for confirmation of his own feelings. "Yeah, she does. Trust me. I've heard a lot about you since before this trip started." I told him. "Oh yeah?" he replied, happy to know the girl he liked actually liked him back. "She wanted you to go on this trip with her since the start." I said. "Really?" he asked, with a smile. "Yeah. It's all quite adorable." I answered with a laugh. He laughed. "So, you like her too, right?" I asked. "Yeah, I like her." he replied. "I thought so. I'm good at reading these kinds of things." I told him. There was a lull in the conversation as this all sunk in. "But, I wanted to talk to you about something before your relationship with her goes any further." I started. "What is it?" he asked. "I've noticed this tension between us." I said. "What kind of tension?" he asked. "You've never met a girl like me, have you?" I asked. "What do you mean?" he asked. "A girl so experienced." I explained, trying to put it delicately. "Experienced in what?" he replied, naively. I giggle at his innocence. "Honey, you've never been around a girl like me who's been with quite a few men." I told him. "Oh." He said, finally clicking into what I was saying. "Well, I guess not. I guess girls like you and guys like me run in different circles." he added. "Exactly. Brian, can I ask you something?" I started. "Yeah." he said, a little nervously. "Are you a virgin?" I asked. He blushed. "Brian, it's nothing to be ashamed of." I said, grabbing his shoulder. He smiled to himself. I can tell that he's thinking that I already know the answer, so he shrugged and started to talk again. "Uh, yeah, I am a virgin. I've just been waiting for the right girl to come along." he explained. I smiled. "That's great. That's a great thing to do, Brian. But, this kinda relates to what I wanted to talk about." I said. "Which is?" he asked. "Like I said, you've never been around a girl like me. An innocent guy like you has to be fascinated with a girl like me, because I'm so unlike you." I explained. "What makes you think that?" he asked. "Brian, you have not been able to keep your eyes off of me this entire trip." I replied. "I um, I, uh, no I didn't." he stammered, blushing again. I put my hand on his shoulder to soothe him. He pulled away and stood up. I did the same. "Listen, Brian, nobody would blame you. I have been kinda showing off." I explained. He couldn't help but give me the up and down with his eyes. "I really should apologize. I just can't help myself. I like to dress like a slut. I should've known how it would affect you." I told him. "What do you mean, affect me?" he asked. "You think a girl like me wouldn't notice that bulge in your pants whenever you looked at me." I told him softly with a smile. "Uh, I don't know what you're talking about." he said, clearly terrified of me. "Yeah you do. It'd be impossible not to notice me. It's impossible for a guy like you to not notice a slut like me." I told him. He smiled nervously and rubbed his eyes. "I've never heard a girl call herself a slut." he replied. "I'm not ashamed of it. I like sex. I've had a lot of sex, with a lot of guys. I've gotten very good at it. I can't hide my true nature." I told him. "Why are you telling me this?" he said. "You've known this since you met me. You knew I was a slut the second you saw me. You could smell it. An innocent guy like you can't control yourself around a girl like me, who just flaunts it, who struts her stuff. You can't help but react to me, on a purely physical level." I told him in a purr. I think he's starting to understand my true intentions. "I mean, look at me. I've got nice, big boobs, smooth tan skin, sexy black hair and a nice round ass." I pause and turn around, letting him admire my juicy ass. I turn back. "It's impossible for any guy to not notice these things, let alone a guy like you." "What are you doing? I like Mary." he told me, terrified. "I know you do. But on a purely physical level, you like me more. I've got a better body than she does, and you know it." I said. "So what if you have a better body? I still like Mary more." he replied, unwittingly confirming my statement. "That's exactly my point. While you do like Mary, and clearly want to be with her, that might not be the best thing to do right now. Let me tell you something. I've been with a few virgins in my day. And to be honest, they were terrible. They were clumsy, awkward and they didn't last more than a minute. They wouldn't admit that they had a lot to learn. They wouldn't admit they were virgins. I didn't realize they needed the beginner course, when I was trying to give them the expert level stuff. And you know what the first thing I did when they finished. I kicked them out. Bad sex can ruin a relationship. And if you go into a relationship with Mary, the sex you two have will be pretty bad. You guys will be great together, you will. But if you go into a relationship with her and offer the pathetic sex that virgin's offer, that could end things. No girl wants to have sex with a virgin. She'll expect more than that. If you don't give her what she needs that could be the end of a great relationship. And that would be tragic." I said. I could not believe the bullshit I was spouting, but the best part was that he was too naïve to realize it. He was stunned into silence. "So here's the point I'm been trying to get to. Virgins suck in bed. I know it, and you probably realize that I'm telling the truth here. But like I said earlier, the virgins I've been with were too proud to admit it. They were too proud to admit they had a lot to learn. But you? You're a good student, a good boy. You would admit you have a lot to learn. I think I could make something out of you with a little tutelage. I could teach you so much." I continued. He was taken aback. "Are you saying what I think you're saying?" he asked. "Yeah, I am. I am offering you a gift here. I can teach you so much about sex. It won't just be me telling you what to do. I'll be showing you. I teach by doing. I'll show you how to have sex using my body." I offered. "You're saying, you want me to have sex with you." he asked, taking it all in. "Yes. You won't learn to fuck without experience. I can give you that experience. I'm really good at sex. Like, spectacular at it. Your first time should not be with someone that you are really in to. Everyone's first time is bad. You don't want to ruin a good thing with her by having bad sex. I know you don't like me in the same you like her, but admit it, there's a part of you that's interested in a girl like me. You may not like me like a boy likes a girl, but you are attracted to me. In a purely physical way. You like my body. You're attracted to my body. You want to do bad things to my body. If you don't get this out of your system now, you might cheat on her later. And nobody wants that. So that's what I'm offering: guilt free, no strings attached, sex. I can teach you everything, and I mean everything, you need to know so that when you and Mary eventually have sex, you won't let her down." I said. I have to keep from smiling as I see him considering this option. "I can't do this. I'm in to Mary." he said, his conscience flaring up. "You're not cheating on her. You aren't official. I'll teach you all about fucking girls, and I'll leave you fully prepared and ready for a long, healthy relationship with Mary. I'm not trying to get in the way of you two here." I explained. I know this is bullshit, because once he's inside me, once he felt my tight pussy around his cock, there's no going back. "I don't know." he said, with clearly conflicting emotions. "Listen, Brian. We both know you want this. Mary will never know. I want to teach you to be a good lover, for her. I want to train you to make her happy. Don't you want to make Mary happy?" I asked. He's fighting a losing battle. I stood just in front of him, turned around, and pushed my ass into his crotch. I felt his hard cock fit perfectly between my ass cheeks. He groaned then backed away. "No. I can't. I'm supposed to lose my virginity to someone I love, not a one night stand." he said, terrified to lose his virginity to a slut. I turned to face him. "Brian, if everything were perfect, everyone's first time would just be awesome sex with their soul mates on their wedding nights. But, this is the real world. It takes practice to get good at this stuff. And believe me, I've had a lot of practice." I replied. I reached my arms around his shoulders and looked at him. As we looked into each other's eyes, I saw his will to resist fading. I turned around and pushed my ass back into his crotch. His hard cock returned to the area between my two firm ass cheeks. I started to roll my hips, grinding my ass against his dick. I grabbed his hands and put them on my hips. The slow grind of lust began in him. "You have to start slow." I whispered. "You don't just dive in. With dancing, maybe some slow grinding. Really trying to get her going. Letting her know that you're interested in what she's offering." I said, flexing my ass cheeks around his hard cock. He groaned again. His hands start to rise along my sides, his goal obvious. I grabbed them and place them back on my hips. "Slow baby, slow. You have to be patient. You have to let it build up. It's so much better that way." I whispered again. We stood there, grinding together for five or so minutes. He looked down at me over my shoulder, his eyes drawn into the valley between my massive breasts. My nipples were standing tall under my tank top. I tried to step away, but he held me against his dick, not wanting to lose the pleasurable feelings I was generating. I escaped his grasp, turned around and pushed him back till he fell to a sitting position on the bed. I straddled him, facing forward, so I'm now sitting on his lap. My arms went around his neck again. We stared into each other's eyes as I started to grind into him again. I pulled his face to mine, and before he knew it, my tongue was down his throat. He was in a daze as he just took my tongue, not fighting back. His tongue finally started to play with mine, and within minutes, his tongue was buried in my mouth. He was learning quickly. I wanted to emphasize what he got with me in comparison with a girl like her. With her, he got a little peck on a romantic beach. With me, he got deep french-kissing and grinding in a hotel room. There was clearly no comparison which was more memorable. After kissing for a long time, showing him how sluts kiss, I pulled away and fell to my knees in front of him. He didn't fight me as I reached towards the top of his shorts and started to pull them down. The root of his massive cock started to appear. I pulled on the shorts until his incredible ten inch dick appeared, bouncing out of his shorts. I dropped his shorts to the ground. "Oh, Brian. How no slutty girl has snatched this dick up, I'll never know. You've been waving this thing at all the sluts around and you've been able to resist them all. That's impressive." I said. I reached up with both hands and started to slowly stroke his dick, pre-cum already leaking from the head. "Now most girls would go as fast as possible, trying to get you off quick. But true sluts know that they should take it nice and slow, letting it build to a head. Drive you to the edge, but not quite over." I said. I continue to jack his dick for awhile, keeping him on edge. "I'm so sorry for teasing you all this time with my hot body. It must've been so hard to just sit there while there was a horny slut in the backseat begging to be fucked. Let me apologize." I said, before burying his dick in my mouth. "Oh, god!" he moaned loudly. I went up and down, using my perfected blow-job technique. My tongue runs all over his dick. I use a lot of spit, so drool leaked all over his dick as I sucked. My drool drips down to his balls. I took as much as I could in my mouth, then took it out. I ran my tongue along the line of drool before taking his balls into my mouth, one at a time. I give his dick a kiss right on the head before pulling away, and returning to stroking his dick. "I must say Brian. I have never seen a bigger dick in my life. I can't believe it's been wasted for so long." I told him. He was in a daze, incapable of forming a coherent thought. I stood up and pulled off his shirt. I pushed him back. "A guy like you, with a dick that big, should be getting laid constantly. Not wasting it on your vows of virginity. Now, I'm gonna show you what you've been missing." I told him. I reached down to the bottom of my tank top and started to pull it off. I stopped just below my breasts. His eyes were on them, waiting for them to appear. I finally yanked my top up and off as my tits jiggle before coming to a stop, fully bared to his leering eyes. He couldn't take his eyes off my perfect 36 DD's. They were massive and perfect. They were perky and perfectly round. My nipples were constantly hard, and the areolas around them were nice and smooth. I loved my tits, and clearly, so did he. I let him take this in for a few minutes before running my thumbs under the edge of my spandex shorts. I turned around, bent over slightly, and lowered them, revealing my perfect ass to him. My cheeks were firm, round, and tan. Usually, when a guy saw them, he couldn't resist the edge to constantly grab them. I dropped my shorts to the floor. I turned around to face him, hands on my hips, revealing to him my bare pussy, completely shaved. He didn't know where to stare, so he constantly shifted from staring at my tits to staring at my pussy. I jumped onto the bed and crawled over his naked body, his dick standing proudly. I reached between us and grabbed his dick, placing it at the entrance to my pussy. I leaned over him and stared into his eyes. "Do I need, like, a condom or something?" he asked. "Don't worry Brian. You have nothing to worry about." I told him. With that, I lowered myself onto him. His massive dick forced his way into my tight little pussy. We both moaned out loud. His dick felt so fucking good! I couldn't imagine the feelings going through his head. I've been told I have the tightest pussy around. I've fucked around, but I was still able to keep it nice and snug. And now, with him, a virgin, sticking his massive dick into my impossibly tight pussy, he must be feeling things he never knew existed. My eyes looked back into his eyes as his settled back into mine. In that moment, our eyes said everything. In that moment, he realized that I was tricking him, that this had nothing to do with teaching him. In that moment, he knew this had nothing to with Mary. In that moment, he knew I was doing this just to get fucked. In that moment, he saw me for what I am: a horny slut that wanted his big dick. In that moment, he knew that my pussy was better than anything any other girl could offer. In that moment, he knew he could never get this from Mary. In that moment, his eyes filled with hate as he saw my plan, my plan to steal him from Mary. That moment passed quickly. "You know what to do, Brian. Follow your instincts. Fuck me hard!" I commanded him. He looked up at me as I leaned up. He couldn't resist his most basic of urges. He grabbed my hips and started to slowly drive his dick into me. It started slow, but as I matched his rhythm, the fuck started to get harder. Our skin slapped together, as we both worked up a sweat. His eyes were transfixed by my bouncing tits. He looked up into my eyes and I nodded. His hands moved up to my breasts and he cupped them in his hands. "Oh my god!" he said in disbelief as he finally has the tits he has been craving for so long in his hands. He squeezed them over and over. His fingers reached my nipples and he pinched them both, hard. "Oh, fuck!" I yelled out. "You have a dirty side!" I said with a laugh, looking down at my fuck partner. He would never have done that with Mary. He had too much respect for her to do that. But he knew I was a slut, who'll take anything he wanted to do. He knew that I have no limits when I fuck. He's getting good. I knew he wasn't going to last long, since it was his first time. I sensed his worry as he nearly reached that point. "You should get off me. It's gonna happen soon." he said to me. "What's gonna happen?" I asked naively, continuing to bounce. "I'm gonna cum. You have to get off of me." he pleaded. His hands go to my hips, attempting to lift me off. "It's okay baby. You can cum in me. You have nothing to worry about." I replied. "But you could get pregnant." he said, worried. "So? Doesn't that make it better? Cumming inside some slut you barely know, with a good chance of getting her pregnant? That big dick of yours is built to get sluts pregnant. Sluts like me." I told him, letting my dark designs reach the surface for a moment. He tried to push me off of him again, but I fought him off and started to hump him harder. My ass flexing as I humped and grinded on that fat dick of his. His hands stopped fighting me, the pleasure too great. His arms fell back to my hips as he assisted me in making this fuck harder, helping in our mating rhythm, his base instincts reaching the surface. The instinct to fuck and impregnate the hottest bitch around. Me. I felt the orgasm I've been waiting for reaching the surface. The Trip "Oh, OH, OH FUCK! FUCK ME YOU FUCK! FUCKING CUM INSIDE ME! DO IT! OHHHHH!" I yelled out, cumming hard, the bed rocking. "I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum! OH FUCK YES!" he called out, unable to hold it in. He pulled me down on his dick, burying his dick inside me before finally releasing all that nice sticky cum that had built up in his balls for days deep inside my wet pussy. He kept humping, trying to bury his dick even more inside me, trying desperately to get me pregnant. Mary was no doubt still asleep as the bed next door rocked with the hard fuck that just occurred. I collapsed on top of Brian as I tried to catch my breath. He was speechless below me. This was one of the best fucks I had ever had. This virgin had given me a great fuck. Well, he was no longer a virgin. I had made a man out of him. I could feel the load he had given me deep inside me. His dick had softened, but it still felt huge inside of me. My weakened state allowed him to push me off of him onto the bed next to me. He sat up on the bed and put his head in his hands, clearly conflicted by what had just occurred. "You should go." he said, feeling guilty. I could easily keep going, but I could be patient. It would take time for him to come to terms with what had just happened. The dark side of his nature was starting to reach the surface. The dark side I had instilled in him during our nasty fuck. The things I had said and done would resonate inside him. He would compare all of his fucks to this one, and they would all come up short. The things we had done, the things that had made him cum so hard, were now in his subconscious. He was a different man now that we had fucked. I think he expected more of a fight, but I bounced up and grabbed my clothes. "That was just what I needed." I said. He was barely paying attention. "Listen, Bri." I started, feeling a little informal with him now that we had fucked. I pulled on my tank top. "I'm gonna play sick tomorrow, food poisoning. I don't want to go to that stupid build thing." I said. He looked at me like the evil slut I am. I turned and started to pull on my shorts. "If you play sick tomorrow too, I can teach you some more. If you lie to Mary, and stay here with me." I started, and pulled up my shorts just below my ass. "If you do that, I'll let you fuck my ass." His eyes widened as I told him this. I slipped out his room with a smile on my face, and stepped into my hotel room. Mary was still asleep, of course. I slipped into my bed, and fell asleep with a smile on my face. *********** (Mary) I woke up early, eager to get to the build. I got showered and changed into some work clothes. Jenna was starting to stir. She sat up and put her hands into her hands. "Are you okay?" I asked. "I don't feel good." She said. "Oh, c'mon. You'll be doing some good work. Don't flake out on me." I said to her, annoyed. I knew she would do this. Try to get out of doing work by acting sick. "Seriously, I don't feel good." she said, looking a little dazed as she looks at me. She looked a little sweaty. "I knew you would do this, Jen. If I left you here, the second I leave you would be bouncing around, going shopping, or whatever." I said to her. "You think I'm lying?" she said, clearly angry at me for presuming this. "Yeah, I do." I told her. "I got like food poisoning or something." Jenna said. "Oh, yeah, food poisoning? Well, you had the same thing for dinner as Brian did. And he isn't sick." I explained. "How do you fucking know? You haven't seen him." Jenna said. I marched over to the doors connecting our rooms. I opened the door on our side and knock on his. A few seconds later, Brian opened the door. I could tell immediately that something's wrong. He looks tired and pale. "Are you okay?" I asked, worried. After yesterday, I wanted nothing more than to spend time with him, working together, doing some real good. "I don't know. Something I ate isn't agreeing with me." he said. "You think you'll be able to make it to the build?" I asked, hopeful that he would. "I don't know. I was up half the night. I don't think it's getting any better." he replied. I was crushed. "Uh, Jenna's feeling sick too. The meat at the restaurant must have been bad." I said. "I can stay with you guys. Make sure you guys are okay." I suggested. "No, that's okay. You go to the build. You help them out. I'll be okay here." he said. "You sure?" I asked. "Yeah. I'll be fine. I'll be fine by tomorrow. I promise. If I need anything, I'll call you." he said. I looked over at Jenna. "I'm sorry for thinking you were lying." I told her. "It's okay." she said with a weak smile. "Well, okay. I guess I'll head out. You guys sure you're okay here?" I asked. They both said they'd be fine. "Well, I'll see you guys later." I told them. I stepped out of the hotel room. I am bummed out that neither of them will be there with me, but I am a little happy that I will be helping the underprivileged. I love to help. *********** (Jenna) I had to stop myself from smiling when Brian lied to Mary. I knew I had him then. I never told him the addictive qualities of fucking sluts. He was mine the second he was balls deep in my tight pussy, just like I knew he would be. The second a young man sticks his dick into a tight, slutty pussy, he's addicted forever. You don't just fuck a slut once then walk away. Maybe he should have known this before deciding to fuck me. I waited for Mary to be gone for a few minutes before bouncing over to Brian's room, through the connecting door he oh so courteously left open. "Morning, lover." I said seductively to him. He looked at me with hate in his eyes, angry at what I had done to him. "Who are you? I mean, what kind of person are you, to do this to me? To her?" he asked. He now started to understand his new addiction. That desperate need to empty his balls. He couldn't deny it. That's why I knew he would stay here with me. "I'm just a slut, baby. A whore. A bitch. I'm a girl that likes to be fucked. Hard. And you Brian, you're the perfect man for a girl like me. I showed you what type of man you really are. You thought you were the type of guy to date sweet girls, go on nice little dates, and make love on your wedding night to your soul mate. But you're not. You have a big cock, perfect for a slut like me. Guys with big cocks need to get fucked on a daily basis. You know girls like her can't take care of you. Only a slut like me can take care of that fat cock of yours." I told him. He was stunned into silence. I continued. "You already made your choice. You already fucked me. You already lied to her. Once a man gets fucked, that's a feeling that he just can't let go. You can't recreate that with your hand. You can't recreate that with most girls. Girls like Mary want to make love to you. Make love to your cock. That's not enough for you now. You need to get fucked now, on a constant basis. Your cock will accept nothing less. You think you can go back to her now after sampling what I have to offer? You think you can go back to her after playing with my huge tits. You think you will be satisfied with her after getting your dick sucked by me? I bet that, even though she's a virgin, my pussy is still tighter. Did she ever make you cock hard like I did when you first saw me? Does she ever cause your balls to fill with cum, to make your balls so swollen, desperate for release, like I did?" I said, stepping towards him as he stood in place. "Can she make you cum as hard as I did? " I stepped up till I am pressed against his chest, my firm tits pressed against his chest. No doubt he felt my hard nipples against him. I looked up at him with a smile. I leaned up and softly pressed my lips against his. ********** (Mary) I had checked in with the organizers of the build. They were surprised that I was the only person here from my group, but I explained to them the situation. Everyone was nice, but I felt kinda left out at times, simply because I didn't really know anyone. But it was fun, though. As the morning sun rose in the sky and it started to get hot, the work got harder. To distract myself from the heat, I thought about Brian. We were practically dating. We had kissed. He kissed me! I liked him and he liked me. This thought drove me. I hoped he'd feel better. Maybe I could buy him some soup or something, anything to make him feel better. I knew he wanted to get out here and help out the underprivileged. I vowed tonight to do anything it took to make him feel good. ********** (Jenna) I was bent over on all fours on the bed as Brian, on his knees behind me, positioned his hard dick against my asshole. I had thoroughly coated his dick with baby oil before bending over in front of him. "Okay, Brian, just push slowly." I guided him. He complied, like a good lover would. He pushed until his cockhead pushed its way into my ass. "Oh, shit!" he said, taking in the feeling of my tight ass. He kept pushing, forcing his cock deeper. I moaned out, in a little pain, but mostly pleasure. I love getting fucked in the ass. I can't imagine how good it feels for a guy to put his cock up a girl's tight ass. That was what he was feeling now. He buried about eight inches of his huge dick up my tight ass before bottoming out, no more room for his massive dick up my tight little ass. He took in this feeling before starting to slide his dick out and back in. "You think Mary would let you do this? You think you could get anything this good with her?" I looked back at him with a smirk. "Fuck you, bitch!" he hissed at me, slapping my right ass cheek. I moaned out loud and nearly came. Turning this nice, sweet, good-hearted boy, into a cursing, rutting man was almost enough to make me cum. The fuck started to get harder as he drove his dick harder and harder into me, desperate to cum. He reached under me and cupped my tits, squeezing them hard as he could, as our orgasms quickly approached. "Oh, FUCK! I'M CUMMING, YOU BASTARD. YOU'RE MAKING ME CUM!" I yelled out. My asshole clenched around his dick, inducing him to cum. "AHH! FUCK!" he yelled out, his warm seed filling my asshole. Our mutual orgasm lasted about a minute, before he fell back and I fell forward onto my stomach. We both caught our breaths. I turned over to lie on my back. I started to rub my pussy. I was still really hot, really turned on. "Brian, come up here. I need more." I pleaded with him, directing him to my pussy. He looked scared. This was clearly something he has never done before. I wiggled my finger, directing him to get closer. He moved closer till his face was within a foot of my pussy. My nice, wet, bare pussy. He licked his lips. I grabbed his head and pulled him forward, his mouth mashing against my cunt. ********** (Mary) I had just left the build as work ended for the day. I decided to pick up some soup for them both, hoping that it would help them feel better. I felt bad that they were cooped up in the hotel all day while I got to be out in the sun. They probably were stuck in bed all day. ********** (Jenna) The shower sprayed water down on us both as Brian pinned me against the shower wall. My legs were around his waist as he drove his dick into my pussy. His mouth and hands were busy with my breasts, squeezing them and forcing my nipples into his sucking mouth. I had taken advantage of that mouth of his hours earlier. I kept his mouth on my pussy for over an hour, wanting him to get well acquainted with it. He licked and sucked on me. He nibbled and sucked on my clit. After a series of excellent orgasms, he knew my pussy as well as I did. I pulled him up to me and we rested for a few hours, regaining our strength. We had woken up and decided to take a shower to clean up. He was now voraciously sucking on my nipples, biting and chewing on them. We humped together at a furious pace. He was getting tired, so he set me down and pushed me forward against the glass. He stood behind me and pushed his dick back into my pussy, back where it belonged. He banged me from behind as my tits pressed against the glass. After a few minutes of this, he buried his dick and released another load deep inside me. *********** (Mary) I returned to the room to find Jenna walking bowlegged to her bed. "What's wrong?" I asked her. "I've been heaving all day. My back is throbbing." she told me, falling to her bed. I noticed the door between the rooms open and I walked through to find Brian lying back on the bed, looking exhausted. "Hey. How you feeling?" I asked him. "Uh, hey. I'm beat." he replied. "Feeling any better?" I asked hopefully. "Yeah, a little bit." he said. "You think you'll be up for the build tomorrow." I asked "Yeah, I think so." he replied. "I got you guys some soup." I said, pulling out the cans of soup I had bought. "Cool. I'm starving." he said, sitting up. I microwaved the soup then brought it over to him. He started to eat it. "So, how was your day here?" I asked. "Well, we were either in the bathroom or in bed for most of it. So, yeah, that's pretty much it. How was the build?" he asked. "It was good. Everyone was really nice. It went really well. Didn't get to talk too much. Had no one to talk too." I said to him. He smiled. "Sorry about that." he said with a small smile. "It's okay." I replied. Jenna joined us in Brian's room. "I got you some soup." I told her. "Cool." she replied. We chatted for awhile, eating, and having a fun conversation. They were both pretty beat, so we called it an early night. The next morning, Brian toughed it out and decided to join me at the build. Jenna still wasn't feeling good, so she hung back at the hotel. I drove to the build as we chatted for a bit. "So, have you thought about getting the AC fixed?" he asked. "Well, we don't have the money for it." I replied. "I'm not saying to use the stipend money. I'm saying just pay for it with your own money. You'd have to do it eventually anyway." he replied. "I don't know." I replied. "Well, I know Jenna would appreciate it. And I'm not gonna lie. I am not looking forward to dealing with that drive again with no AC." he said laughing. "Okay, maybe I will. Maybe tomorrow, we can take a cab down to the build, and let Jenna take the car to the shop. I'll give her some of my money. Cause I get the impression she doesn't really want to go the build. It'll give her something to do." I told him. He smiled at my last comment. We reached the build soon after and got to work. We worked together, and it was fun. We flirted a little bit back and forth. We worked hard, and the sun rose high in the sky. I could tell the heat was getting to him. He was carrying some supplies when I saw him pause and take a deep breath. "Are you okay?" I said, coming up to him and putting my hand on his shoulder. He looked at me, and it seemed like he came to a conclusion. "The heats getting to me. I'm thinking maybe I rushed it coming back today." He said. I frowned. "Are you sure?" I asked. "You should drink some water." I added, handing him my water bottle. He drank it, then shook his head. "It's not that I'm dehydrated. It's my stomach, kicking in again." he said. "Do you think you should go back to the hotel room?" I asked. "That might be for the best." he replied sadly. "Well, how are we going to do this?" I asked. "I tell you what. You stay here, and keep helping. I'll drive back to the hotel, then I'll come back and pick you up." he said to me. "Oh, okay. You sure you don't want me to drive you?" I asked. "No, it's okay. You stay and help." he replied. I walked over and gave him a hug. "I hope you feel better." I told him. "Me too." he replied. I watched him walk over to the car and drive off. I was disappointed that I was alone again, so I went back to work to get my mind off of it. *********** (Jenna) I was staring into the mirror, applying some make up. I had changed into a dark blue tank top and my tight, denim, booty shorts. I heard the door to the room open and close and I smiled to myself. I heard the connecting door opened, and I saw Brian behind me in the mirror. He walked up behind me, put his arms around my waist, and started to grind his hard dick between my ass cheeks. He started to kiss my neck as his hands started to lift my shirt. "I couldn't stop thinking about you." he said, between sucks and licks on my neck. His hands lifted my top up to my shoulders, revealing my bare breasts. His hands immediately jumped up to them and started to squeeze. One of his hands slid down my stomach, slipped under my shorts, and started to finger my pussy. "Couldn't stay away, could you? You saw her, pathetic, fat little body moving around and realized it didn't compare to mine." I said huskily. His mouth lifted off my neck. "This has nothing to do with her. Stop talking about her." he said angrily, resuming his sucking on my neck, fingering me harder. "Yes it does. This has everything to do with her. You think you love her, but you keep coming back to me. You can't get enough of my hot body. I think you found something you love more than her." I said. He lifted me up, carried me to my bed, and threw me down. "I don't love you. I don't love your body." he said, clearly in denial. He took off his shirt and started to unbutton his pants. I pulled my tank top off and slipped out of my shorts, presenting my nude form once again to him. He took off his pants and boxers quickly, and joined me on the bed. "Yes you do. It must be love if you can't stop yourself from forcing your huge dick into my tight little pussy on a daily basis. It must be love if you chose to abandon lovely Mary to spend more quality time with me. I dare you to stop fucking me. I don't think you can do it. I don't think you care about Mary at all anymore, do you?" I said, taunting him. "Fuck you!" he hissed, placing his dick at the entrance to my pussy. I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him inside me. He groaned out loud, his dick now back home. He started to raise and lower his hips, starting another lewd fuck. We fucked for a few hours before he had to go and pick up Mary. Things got boring again once Mary showed up, and we were forced to spend the rest of the night making inane chit-chat. She made plans for me tomorrow to take her car into the shop. I was fine with it, as long we had air conditioning on the drive home, I would be happy. Brian played sick again, clearly now feeling the addictive affects of fucking sluts. Mary was disappointed again, but who cares. Five minutes after she was out the door, Brian's hard dick was buried up my tight asshole. We spent the next hour or so fucking hard, taking the edge off, knowing we had a long day ahead of us. We drove the car to the shop, and waited around a few hours while they fixed the AC. Brian used Mary's credit card to pay, but finally, after a week of waiting, we had a fully functional AC in Mary's crappy little car. Brian sat down in the driver's seat while I sat in the passenger seat. "Hey, so we have Mary's credit card. Why don't we go do a little shopping?" I said with a wide smile. "No, we can't do that, that's horrible. Besides, I'm pretty sure she would figure out what happened." Brian said incredulously. I nodded in agreement. I noticed something between the seats and grabbed it. It was the envelope holding the stipend money. "Hey, give that back!" he said, reaching over to try and grab it from me. I held it out of his reach. "Hold on, hold on. I'll make you a deal." I said. He calmed down and started to listen. "Now, I have taught you so much. I have brought you from the beginner level stuff to the expert stuff. I have brought you so much pleasure. I think I deserve a little reward." I told him, unzipping the envelope. The Trip "You did not have to do this?" he said to me as I was driving back up north. "You're right. I don't, but I made a promise and I intend to keep it." "I could have taken the bus." "Oh yeah, a bus, full of nasty, rude, and smelly people. I can get you to a bus station. I mean it be like 26 hours drive but hey you want it." "No this is fine." He said a bit irritated. He was young yes but he has been thru a lot. He came down south to get away from everything. I let him stay with me. I kind of felt bad because he had to sleep on the couch but it seem he did not care. Oh yeah, I went thru my usual everyday things. I gave him money to do what he wants. My brother was even nice enough to hang out with him. Perhaps he truly needed to get away. His family was glad he went to someone they knew and trusted. Though now they wanted him back to see what he wants to do with his life. I agreed to take him back home. No one could afford the plane or train. I agreed to drive him. "You know anytime you want you can stay with me and my family." I told him "I know thanks." "You're welcome." He seems so bummed out. Like he did not want to go. We made it midway and I was tired. "Hey you think you can drive the rest of the way?" I asked him. "Uh no." he said "Why?" "Because I am tired, too." I sighed. Not want to stop but not wanting to get into an accident. I swung into a hotel. "Yes, two rooms please?" I asked the lady behind the desk. "No. Why two? Just one bedroom with two beds." He said to me. "I just figured you want to be alone." "I'll be alright." "Ok. One then." I wanted to take a shower first. I hate traveling. I always feel dirty. Even in a plane ride, I hurry to a shower strip down and take shower. Ok so I like to smell good. Is that a crime? I came out and he was watching TV. My bedtime clothes consist of a t-shirt and yoga pants. With nothing underneath. Yes panties included. Please I have not worn panties to bed since I was 12 years old. Of course there is one week I wear them to bed. "Your turn." I told him. I was not worried about him. He is younger and handsome and I know he has all those ladies around town waiting for him. Me, practically naked under these clothes, I need not worry about. Interest in me is not there. I turned off the TV and turned on the radio. I needed to dance. Gets all that driving off. He came out and just stood there in his shorts and no shirt on. Oh yes he has become a man. "Sorry needed to dance." "That is fine." He said getting into bed and lying down. "Do you mind if I watch TV?" I asked him. "No. Go Ahead." So I did. Boring. Nothing to watch. I found a rerun. It will do. I was tired before but now I can't get to sleep. Why? I stepped outside. The moon was full. Well there you go. People do not believe in the moon and what it does to people. Well with me it makes me horny as hell. I can't even watch a dirty movie and masturbate. Son of a bitch. I came into the room. "What's wrong?" he asked. "Oh go back to sleep. Just can't sleep." "Oh why?" "Oh nothing. I am fine. I said as I took my pants off, I had a long t-shirt on so he saw nothing. I climbed into bed. "You want a massage?" he asked. Massages are innocent. "Sure. He came over and sat behind me and started giving me a massage. Oh my god! He's good. Oh man, maybe this was a mistake. Chills are going down my back. Oh no, wrong part is throbbing. I threw his hands off. "Ok. Stop please." "Why?" he asked. "Because it is a bit too much." "How so?" he asked as he sat in front of me. Man, he really got handsome. "The full moon and all. Just not right is all." "What does the full moon have to do with anything?" "I get very horny at that time. Sorry." "Ok. So why don't you take care of it?" "What? My horniness? No. A dirty movie and masturbating in front of you is not only scary but rude." He started laughing. I looked at him weird. He came closer to me so our faces were near each other. "You are horny and I am a man. What does that equal to?" "Uh I don't know." I did. Please him wanting me. Right. I grabbed his face and started kissing him. I quickly stopped. "I'm so sorry. What the hell has gotten over me? I'm so sorry." He pushed me down on the bed slowly. The look in his gorgeous eyes told me this may go further then first thought. He came into the bed. O crap, he's going to find out I do not where panties to bed. I scoot over. He now kissed me. "I'm not the little boy you remembered. I'm a man now." He sure was because now I felt something sticking my thigh. Oh he is a man alright. "I know that but you are handsome and young. You don't want me." "Hmpf. That is what you think." He said then kissing me again. Oh man, he is a good kisser. This is surreal. This is not happening. Then I felt his hand pushing my t-shirt up. "Wow! No panties." He said smiling. "Yes, always." Then I felt it. Two fingers in me. I gasped. "You're wet." "Yeah." I said just getting wetter with now three fingers in me. Then he lifted my shirt more. "No." I said pulling down. "Why?" "I breastfed both kids. They are not perky like the girls you are used to." Then without warming he lifted my t-shirt up. "Damn, your kids had no problems finding your nipple." "Thanks." I said embarrassed. He started sucking on them. Damn him. I was moaning and groaning. His fingers faster in me. My breathing heavy and shallow. I can't cum. Not right now. Shit! Fuck it! There I did. "Whoa! I guess you liked that. I guess that only means one thing now." He said scooting down further. He lapped my wetness. Again I gasped. Where the hell did he get this from? Oh wait. 15 year old girls could teach me things now. He lapped, nibbled even bit my clit. "Shit!" okay I did not expect that from me. Man, I can't take this. I do not want to cum again. "Stop. Please" He did. Now he did it. I might as well become a werewolf because the full moon and the horniness. I am an animal. He came back up to me and I grabbed his face and started kissing him, hard. I wrapped my legs around him and turn him over. Oh I wanted him. I kissed him again. Then I went to his neck, then his chest. Then I got to his shorts. "This won't do." I said tearing his shorts off. "Much better. I said as I started stroking his hard cock. Without hesitation I went for it. Sucking and stroking. I felt him squirming. Who cares? My turn. Put it in the back of my throat and swallow. He yelled out. "Too much?" I asked him. "No." I am back to sucking and stroking. Then I stopped. Hmm, I went to sucking his balls. He was cussing now. I lifted them and licked that meat between his balls and ass. He cussed even more now. I stopped and went to the top of him. "Maybe we should stop. It does not seem you like this." "No. No. No. You finish what you started." "Damn it! We can't." "What? Why?" "We have no condoms." "I thought you cannot have anymore kids." "I can't but I'm sure you want to be safe." "No. Stop making excuses and finish." So I mounted onto his cock. Bare, wet pussy and all. Well bare meaning without protection but also bare meaning I have to maintain down there. Man, he was truly a man. Once all the in I started riding him. Slowly. Then reversed it. Then I sped it up even going up and down. The only clue I had he was cumming was him grabbing my arms and then let out a breath. I turned back around and got off and gave him a peck on the lips. "Where are you going?" he asked. "To the bathroom." "Why?" I laughed. "Because I have to pee. Women should always pee after sex. Gets those pesky bacteria out and wash away most of the cum. Then I am taking a shower." "We are not finish so save the shower." "Ok." So I did what I needed to. Then went back to bed. He was right we were not finish. This time he was on top of me. He came. Then on the side (spoon) we both came. I was out of breath. Two hours now. "Well I guess we weren't finish." I said. "Nope we were not." He said. I got up and went pee and turned on the water for a shower. All of sudden he was behind me and grabbed both of my arms and bend me over towards the tub. "I did not say I was finish." He said as he thrust his cock in my wet yet swollen pussy. He kept thrusting himself into me. Man, where the hell he got all this from? I felt his hands tighten on my arms. I took this opportunity to grab his cock. Oh not by my hands either. "Fuck!" he yelled out as he came out of me. I stood up. "What the fuck was that? He asked. "What?" "What you just did?" "I used my muscles." "Damn, that felt weird but good." "Good.". I said as I stepped into the shower. "Why shower?" "Because it's bad enough the hotel room smells like sex. I love good smells and smelling good as well." "Oh ok." I came out feeling refreshed. He was sitting on the bed. "What's wrong?" I asked. "Did I make you feel dirty?" I laughed and sat next to him. "Not at all. I'm just like that. Always have been. I have been known to take up to six showers a day because I felt dirty. It is not you." I said getting up. I came back with a rag. "What is that for?" he asked. "You. I'm cleaning you up." "Oh thanks." I cleaned him and put the rag back. I went to his bed and lay down. "What are you doing?" "Going to sleep." "No why don't we do it together." "Ok." I climbed in and then he came in. I fell asleep first. A very peaceful sleep I got up first and went for the continental breakfast. I decided to bring him some breakfast. By the time I got back he was awake. "Good morning. I did not know what you liked so I brought some of everything." "Thanks." "You're welcome." I said going to take another shower. He was dressed when I came out. "What's wrong?" I asked. "Please do not say anything to anyone." "Please I'll be more n trouble if I said something. What happen stays in this hotel room." "Good." With that we left. He was a bit more talkative this go around of travelling. Good! I hate hearing my thoughts. We finally made it to the destination. As we turn the corner to where I was dropping him off, he asked to stop. "What's up?" I asked. "Nothing. Just want to thank you again." "No problem." I said then he kissed me. A nice, long, kiss, so long. I guess. We got to the place and all of his family thanked me for everything. I left. Long trip with no one with me. I'll survive for I have a few thoughts that I can replay in my mind. The Trip Our plane landed in the late afternoon on the island of Oahu. The long flight in no way decreased the excitement for our visiting the Hawaiian Islands for the first time. I read a lot about this archipelago in school. Sharon has never been there before either and is looking forward to the trip. To be honest, during the flight I was thinking a little about what this is going to be like, taking a vacation with my former boss. But, we talked about it and I think everything is going to be alright. The platonic line is firmly entrenched. There is too much to do and see, anyway, to worry about everything else. I received such a great deal on this trip; there was a very low airfare, so, I arranged to stay in very respectable places on the three islands we're visiting. Sharon and I walked out of our gate and immediately felt the warm semi-tropical air hit us. We got our bags and easily found the rental car stand. We climbed into our blue Mustang, drove it out of there and on to the hotel. Driving a Mustang is not my first choice, with my long legs and all. But who's going to argue with a woman like Sharon? Our hotel was directly across the street from Waikiki Beach. Hence the name, Waikiki Beach Hotel. The weather was perfect. Eighty degrees and partly cloudy, with a slight breeze. The room has obviously seen better days, but the view was just awesome. It couldn't have been more perfect. As the sun was on its way down, a jet could be seen spearing it's circumference on its way up, and a U.S. Navy ship was out to sea. Sharon and I freshened up, changed clothes and went out to join the people. It was magnetizing. During our walk down the streets and through some of the outdoor shops, it was tempting, at first, to buy the merchandise being sold. But we resisted those urges, knowing there will be other, better, opportunities to buy things. We found a very nice restaurant a few blocks from our hotel. Tables were placed inside and out, with a great breeze flowing throughout. We sat at a table just inside the premises, but were exposed to the fresh air. I ordered blackened Mahi Mahi and Sharon tried their red snapper. And, of course, both of us had a daiquiri to start the trip off right. I don't count the horrible Mai Tai I had during the flight. The food was unbelievably delicious. Atmosphere so relaxing. The conversation varied throughout the dinner. We talked about everything from our annoying flight attendant, to my military experiences, college life, etc. Sharon is a very smart woman. I've always envied and admired her focus and determination. I do not regret my life-filled experiences; just envy a person with such focus. The night air was so beautiful. We went for another walk, then back to the hotel to get some sleep. I was pretty tired, as was Sharon. We had a long day tomorrow. The airports on the Hawaiian Islands are open and free of certain smells. Certainly unlike Chicago's O'Hare airport and others. Anyway, it just felt nice to get off the plane in Maui and feel the warm air flow through the airport. Sharon and I hopped in a different vehicle on this island and drove in search of our rented condominium. It was bigger than I had anticipated. There seemed to be a constant ocean breeze meandering through the place. What a wonderful place to stay. We looked at each other, wondering if this could get any better. Tourism aside, the Hawaiian Islands are such a wondrous place to be. After settling in, the both of us got back into the car and drove all over the island, up to Mt. Haleakala, even checked out a coffee bean estate. We had a simple dinner at a local place, close to the condominium. All of this traveling and sightseeing can be tiring! Sharon and I both love a good bottle of wine, so, we picked up a red and a white before going back to our condo for the evening and relax. I could stay in this condo for eternity, it was so nice. I looked over some of things I bought today. Sharon was enjoying the view from the balcony, or lanai, as they call it. A glass of wine sounded good. Fortunately, there was a bottle opener here in the kitchen, for I did not buy one. I brought a glass of wine out to Sharon and sat down next to her. We sat there talking, or not talking, enjoying the relaxed state, sipping wine. We laughed at the near absurdity of all this, told stories in our lives, relaxed. The wine had begun to affect us both. We had finished the bottle a little while back. Throughout that time, I had been giving long glances to Sharon's large breasts, with her catching me in the process and not saying anything. Perhaps she caught me licking my lips, as well. But the feeling seemed mutual. I then got up to get some cheese and crackers, when she looked at my crotch, probably noticing some irregularity there. A few minutes later, I was back and we talked more, telling some fond individual stories. Sharon had on a loose-fitting button down shirt and a pair of shorts. The shirt she was wearing disguised the fullness of her breasts. But I knew they were there. There was an indescribable breeze flowing through and certain quietness overtook ocean. It was the kind of breeze and slight sound of a Hawaiian beach you see or read about. The view from our place on the tenth floor was quite nice. During the day, we saw whales penetrating the surface of the ocean. A remarkable sight! Apparently, we are in the middle of the whale migration. So, seeing them breach the surface is fairly common. We were certainly enjoying these moments in Hawaii. There was some unknown communication going on between us. I felt an arousal between us. Maybe it was wishful thinking on my part. Perhaps. But perhaps not. The glances between us were growing. It wasn't very late, around 9:30, when Sharon decided to take a shower. It was a long day though, and she wanted to get renewed, of sorts. So, with the water now running, I felt like a teenager again. I didn't know what to do. I never actually anticipated this situation between me and Sharon. I grabbed myself a can of Coke, in need of a caffeine wake-up. I even paced our condo a bit, unsure of the next move. If there even was one. Sharon finished her shower and stepped into the bedroom, changing into some of the new clothes she purchased earlier today. I decided to take a shower myself. The high pressure of water felt good. I even made it a little colder than normal. Should I try and shake off this arousal toward Sharon and just relax? Yes. I felt my blood pumping. I stepped into some new Hawaiian lounge pants and t-shirt I bought earlier and then walked out to the lanai to meet Sharon. She was sipping a cup of freshly brewed Hawaiian-grown coffee. Both of us were now wearing a pair of shorts and new shirts we bought today, just relaxing. Sharon had to use the washroom and excused herself. It was at that moment, I nearly lost my breath. My clear peripheral vision noticed some unmistakable movement. Sharon had on another button-down Hawaiian shirt. This one was light in color, though, without a bra. How could I not notice the wonderful movement of those large breasts underneath? I find the sight of uncloistered breasts incredibly arousing. My state of shock must have lasted minutes, because Sharon was sitting back down and breathing in the clean air. So. We sat out there a while longer, just chatting and enjoying the Hawaiian night air. Maybe it was my imagination, but I believe both of us were cognizant of each others long glances toward certain body parts. There was a definite rise somewhere in me. It was sort of getting late and Sharon said she wanted to read a little before going to bed. When I made these reservations, I had gotten us separate beds, for nothing out of our platonic relationship was expected. I stayed out on the lanai a short while longer. My mind was still reeling with these unprecedented actions. At least, for me. Is this a dream? I went to the bedroom and there was Sharon sitting atop her bed, back to the headboard, but in a thin, white, night shirt reading her book. No bra, of course. She seemed pretty casual about the whole thing. But it's not every day that I see my former boss sitting on the bed reading, in a white night shirt with large areolas clearly seen. As I walked to the bathroom, she got up to get a drink of water in the kitchen. Without a bra, Sharon's wonderfully mid to large breasts were clearly seen moving underneath the nightshirt. Stunning. We exchanged passing smiles. She is about ten years or so older than me and still has quite a nice little figure. The dark hair that rested just past her shoulders complemented her brown eyes. A few minutes later I decided to take one of the biggest risks of my life by asking Sharon if she would like a good neck and shoulder rub. I'm quite good at it, I told her. This really was true. Not that I give rub downs a lot, just naturally good at it. Knowing where to rub and how much pressure to apply with my fingers, palm or whole hand, gauging the person's breathing. That actually sounds good, Craig. Maybe it was the flight or our walking around all day. Where should I sit? At the edge of the bed is fine. I'll kneel on the bed behind you. Are you going to be comfortable? Definitely. Maybe I'll sit after a bit. So, I pulled myself up behind Sharon on the queen-sized bed and put my hands, palms down, over her trapezoid muscles and gently started rubbing. They really were tight. Hmm. I soon found my groove – a few minutes working the neck, then shoulders, thumbs into Sharon's upper back, etc. Soon, worked my big thumbs into the back of her neck. All the while, slight moans of good feeling heard under Sharon's breath. Well Sharon, what are your thoughts on a full body rub down? If it's anything like what you just did, definitely. We repositioned ourselves. Me, getting off the bed and stretching. As Sharon went to the washroom first, then got us glasses of water. I grabbed a little bottle of greaseless lotion out of my bag. My turn for the washroom. Water splashed on my face was needed! Wow. I looked at myself in the mirror and shook my head at the events unfolding. Opened the door and I noticed the light was out in the kitchen. There was Sharon. Looking beautiful as she lay quiet and soft, under the sheet. Gave myself an 'Oh my god, under my breath. I asked Sharon if she was ready as I stepped closer. She turned her head up from the pillow, looking right at my crotch. Oh, take those things off. Meaning, my lounge pants. Sharon partially propped herself up on an elbow and lowered the lounge pants for me. Hitting the head of my dick with the elastic band on its way down. Bouncing back to its semi-hard position. Very nice, she said. Grabbing hold and taking a few tugs. I was also complimented on my ball sac that was weighing pretty heavy. I reached down and slid that white nightshirt over Sharon's head, revealing the most beautiful breasts I have ever seen. The areolas around her nipples were, in fact, a dark pinkish hue and wide, as I had previously noticed. Now, how about that back rub, she asked. Um, of course. Inside my head, I shook my head like a cartoon character after being hit with a frying pan. Bringing back to the present state. I walked to nightstand to get the lotion. I'd set it down, for some reason. Great cock, by the way. Thanks, Sharon. Who moved back under the covers - her lower half anyway - and face down between two pillows. I straddled her legs, lowering myself at their peak. Dropped the white lotion on her upper back and proceeded to do my thing: I worked her upper back muscles and out to the shoulders, then down both sides of the spine with my knuckles. That feels wonderful, Craig. Would you like to do my front? Of course. I raised my hips up in the air to allow Sharon to rotate her body, which was still halfway covered. We looked into each other's eyes and it was all over. We demanded heightened eroticism from each other, in those few seconds. Without breaking eye contact, I lowered myself to kiss her deeply. Then to the side of her neck, where I kissed her very softly, letting my tongue touch the skin intermittently. With my near-closed lips, I lightly blew on her neck. My right hand slid down the side of her breast, then the left. Back to her soft neck, intently, then off to the side of the neck. That little pocket of sorts, just above the bone. My passion heightened, as time passed. Hearing little 'Mmmms,' from Sharon, I lifted my eyes to see hers, feeling it. I proceeded to slowly lifted myself off of her body and on to the floor, to get a drink of water. Leaving her simmer. What an unforgettable night. The erotic passion continued for more than an hour. Both of us embraced the energy between us. It was wonderful. When I got back to bed, Sharon immediately grabbed hold of my almost hard cock, which seemed to be thicker than ever, and put it in her mouth and sucked and licked it, cupping my tightened ball sack. These moments almost seemed like a dream, considering our location and the possibility of this ever happening. The beautiful Hawaiian air blew the tall white drapes inside. I have large hands and they covered Sharon's breasts perfectly. Which were full. Leaning my body forward to get on the bed, Sharon pushed herself further back on the bed in an erotic bout of sounds. I sat up next to Sharon, weight on my left hand, near her head. Her kitty was very hairy. I loved it. Absolutely! Dark and dense, but trimmed into a nicely shaped V. Our state of arousal reached new heights. I motioned my right hand over Sharon's inner thigh rubbing and caressing. I love the feel of a woman's soft inner thigh. Sharon let out little moans, as I moved closer to the apex of her legs. Each movement of my hand getting closer. Her right hand stroked my cock in the mean time. Both of us voiced our pleasure more. Hearing Sharon pushed my arousal further. The sound of her voice in this state of pleasure was so erotic. By this time, I was raking her hairy kitty. Moving my index finger over her obvious moistness. "I can't take any more. I want to feel your hard cock inside me, Craig." "Please do it now, my god." I rose above Sharon, turned her over and she raised her hips in the air. Mounting Sharon from behind, both of us moaned and let out sudden exhalations of breath and erotic feeling. I loved watching her big tits shake. Her nipples were so hard and erect. Areolas seemed swollen with pleasure. We both sweat passion. "God Sharon, I love your big fucking tits." "Shake those mother fuckers." We both let out "Aaaahhh.....yeah.........that's it." After a few minutes, Sharon wanted to be under me. So did I. I would have better control of my movement. I almost threw her over to her back. The feeling was incredible. My fully hardened member slid into her moistness below. Both of us continued to let out incredible moans of erotic pleasure. Jesus. I kissed Sharon passionately on her lips and neck and shoulder. My pelvic motioning increased. Sharon's large breasts moved with my motion. My body pumped faster, then eased up a little. Both of moaned loudly, encouraging one another. Listening to Sharon excited me more. I held on to her shoulders tightly, locking my overall body in a fixed position. Allowing my hips to move very quickly. I nearly bit into her shoulder as I did this. Sharon moaned loudly, continually, waves of orgasms worked through her body. Fucking amazing. I could hold back no longer. As I came, loudly, body jerking, I felt the streams shooting out of me, having my own waves of an orgasm. It seemed to last. We were animals in the wild, in our own world. I collapsed next to Sharon. Out of breath. The two of us, motionless. We were awash with relief from release and now comfort. Sharon and I experienced absolutely wonderful eroticism together. The next morning, I made us breakfast, consisting of eggs, bacon, toast, fresh coffee and juice. The ocean's breeze flew through our condo and our day began. We continued our vacation on to the island of Kauai, seeing unforgettable sites, and also continued the love-making, creating unforgettable experiences. Simply unforgettable.