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Wilmington Woman's Club Ch. 00

By: Paris Waterman





Wilmington Woman's Club Ch. 01



Chapter 1 





Wilmington Woman's Club Ch. 01



Val pinched her nipple and Bernie moaned again. 

"Tell me what parts of me you want to eat," Bernie hissed, then rubbed her hand over Val's tummy, stopping short of the other's pubic hair.

"All of you baby... all of you," Val said, and slowly sank to her knees in front of Bernie. Bernie moaned again, and used both hands to open her pussy for Valerie's mouth.

"My sweet doll," Val purred, "Someone's done this to you before." Then she sent a long, languorous lick the length of Bernie's cunt.

Several minutes later, two wet bodies were squirming on the dampened sheets of Valerie's bed. Valerie had Bernie on her back, her knees up, as Val prepared to eat her. 

Holding her knees with her hands, Bernie watched passively, as Val pressed against her so that their pussies were kissing.

"This is the kiss I had in mind," Val whispered lewdly, and then began a twisting grind against Bernie's cunt that sent a hot flash of pleasure through Bernie's pussy and belly.

"Oh, my God!" Bernie moaned, as Val humped her genitals against hers.

"Like it?" Val asked.

"Hell, yeah!"

"Then you'll probably love this!" Val yelled, as she pulled back and hoisted Bernie's legs over her shoulders. Then, supporting the upper part of her body with her hands, Val began fucking Bernie frenziedly.

At first, Bernie could only moan. In her mind it seemed that her pussy was being hammered and bruised, but her cunt was on fire with a need to cum. After several false starts, she found her voice and replied, "I love it! I do!"

Val laughed wantonly, and moved again, but at a slightly different angle, creating a new series of gratifying sensations as Bernie tried to get her fingers down to rub her clit and hasten her climax.

But Val's next move prevented her from achieving that relief. Val shoved Bernie's legs from her shoulders and wound up laying flat on Bernie's body. With her full weight on Bernie, she resumed her earlier grinding, mashing pussy against pussy.

Val was feeling pretty good about things too. And although neither girl realized it at the time, Val's belly and thighs were already coated with their combined juices.

A moment later, she kissed Bernie on the mouth for the first time, felt the other girl shudder at the contact, and when Bernie parted her lips, Val sent her tongue in to ravish the other's mouth.

Bernie went crazy. The softness of Val's mouth, and her hyper-active tongue, sent Bernie's pulse racing to almost dangerous levels. And when Val sent a finger into Bernie's cunt, Bernie came immediately.

But Val didn't stop. 

Moments later, Bernie, on the throes of another orgasm, realized that having a woman fuck her like this, with her cunt stretched open by the others fingers, was far better than any of the three guys she'd allowed to stick their cocks in her. Certainly better than the time her cousin Mavis had licked her pussy in the broom closet some years earlier.

She cried out as Val's long fingers ravaged her vagina. She had no doubt that this was right, not wrong as she'd been taught. All Bernie cared about at this moment was the pleasure she felt; the skill Val was using to satisfy her. And Val was using all her talents along those lines. For her part, Val had had only two other women before this, but they had taught her well.

Val was into it now, slamming Bernie's knees back against her breasts; pumping her fingers inside Bernie's pussy with the sure knowledge that Bernie was on the cusp of another, even bigger orgasm than the others.

Wanting total control over Bernie, Val suddenly yanked her fingers out of Bernie's sopping cunt, and half-snarled, "Roll over, bitch!"

Dismayed by the abrupt absence of Val's fingers, Bernie groaned, but obediently rolled over on her belly, quivering with excitement.

"What are you...?"

But Val was already tugging at Bernie's waist, wanting her up on her knees. Dumbly, Bernie complied, still wondering what Val was going to do next. She didn't have a long wait. With her ass up, and all her privates exposed and vulnerable, Val pried Bernie's labia apart.

"You look so lovely like this," Val purred.

Bernie, embarrassed that anyone would look at her in this fashion, found her entire body growing warm from the flush that spread over it. 

"Pink...and succulent," Val purred, "with a tasty white frosting all over. Mmmm, I'm gonna love eating you."

Bernie shuddered. The thought raced through her mind that this might be a once in a lifetime experience for her. She started to tremble, and found she couldn't stop.

With one hand rubbing the small of Bernie's back, Val slowly pushed two fingers inside Bernie's cunt again. Then leaning over Bernie, Val grasped a hanging breast, and pinched the turgid nipple.

Bernie cried out, a commingling of pain and pleasure. And Val began fucking her with the two fingers, sending wave after wave of gratification throughout Bernie's entire body. When she had Bernie shuddering non-stop, Val pulled her fingers from her pussy, wiped them off on the other girl's ass, and repositioned Bernie yet one more time.

"Come on top of me, Bernie. Let's try it that way."

By this point, Bernie was willing to do anything Val suggested, and she willingly did as requested and squatted over Val, who sent three fingers into her this time, with Bernie wildly gyrating her hips and moaning continuously.

Even in this frenzied state, Bernie felt her juices gushing out of her, and she whimpered with joy when she felt another of Val's fingers about to enter her behind.

"C'mon, Bernie," Valerie exhorted, fuck my fingers!"

"I'm trying... God knows, I'm trying!"

Val squeezed Bernie's breast, and hunched upward. Her fingers were still pumping in and out of Bernie's cunt, but her other hand had left the girl's ass to play with her breast. Now Val released the breast, and returned to her ass and sent the same finger in as far as it would go.

There was Bernie, squatting over Val, who had fingers in both her holes, and when Val added a second finger to her anus, Bernie exploded with her biggest orgasm of the afternoon.

Val held her in her arms afterward, covering her face with kisses, and crooning, "You came so hard for me, I love you, I love you." 

"Do you want the blanket?"

"No, I'm fine," Bernie replied, growing more embarrassed about what had happened by the minute.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

One of Val's fingers found its way into Bernie's anus and slipped deep inside.

"You're so tight."

"Oh, Val...."

"I can tell you like it."

"Not when it hurts."

"Am I hurting you now?"

"No."

"Does it belong to me?"

"Val, please...."

"Say it."

"Yes."

"Good. Now be a good girl and fetch the cucumber from the fridge."

"But I thought.... you said...."

"I lied. I didn't want you using it. I want you to do me with it. Now be a good girl and get it for me. I want you to fuck me with it. Then we'll do you. You don't mind used do you?"



Wilmington Woman's Club Ch. 02



Chapter 2 





Wilmington Woman's Club Ch. 03







Wilmington Woman's Club Ch. 04



Chapter 4

Conrad's Business Meeting 

Conrad Gentner double-parked his 1982 burgundy Cadillac in front of the Spanish Grocery, and waited with taillights flashing amid slow traffic that would build in volume within the next ten minutes when the factory down the block let its workers go for the day.

He reminded himself to be tactful when Harrigan showed up. Tact was not necessarily Gentner's long suit and he knew it. He was known to be more flamboyant than anything else; although anyone who had had anything to do with the way Conrad earned his keep knew how dangerous he was, if provoked.

He was wearing neatly creased blue jeans, steel-gray ostrich boots and a head of hair that many rock stars would envy. Some women tended to adore him, whether he had money on him or not. At the moment he had approximately $700,000 in his possession, although not on his person. He was meeting Harrigan to determine what he should do with the money. Harrigan was a money man, that is, he had a knack for handling large sums of money without the IRS, or anyone else for that matter, being the wiser about it.

He was also rather clever about transacting business with people like Conrad, and he approached the Cadillac without being spotted by Gentner or anyone else and tapped on the window opposite the driver. Conrad jerked in his seat, surprised at being caught off-guard. Harrigan motioned for Gentner to open the door and he did so. Harrigan got in and sat next to Gentner.

"Drive around the block."

Conrad started the Cadillac, and slowly went around the block. 

"Head for the park: its two blocks east," Harrigan said.

When the Cadillac wove its way into the park, Harrigan told him to park in an area used for a children's playground.

"Let's get out and walk around," Harrigan said, and opened his door. Conrad had no choice but to follow. They took a path not used by the walkers and joggers, walked a short distance and came to a small bench. They sat down, and Harrigan began, "So, tell me your story."

"I got some money..." Conrad said, "And I'm not quite sure just what to do with it."

"You wouldn't have called me otherwise," Harrigan said, lighting a Marlboro.

"I'm in a bind. I mean... Do I invest it long term, short term, or what?"

"Don't push, Gentner. You're going to come out of this smelling like a rose."

Conrad burped on cue. "That'd be better than I smell now."

Harrigan walked Conrad through the various ways in which he could safely invest his money, and how much he would derive from each method. They were almost all designed to keep him from ever declaring the money, except for certain investments, for which to be prudent he would have to declare at least some, if not all of the interest.

"I thought I didn't have to declare a dime," Conrad said.

"Sometimes declaring something is best," Harrigan said, flipping the cigarette into the bushes across from where they sat.

"I'm a greedy bastard," Conrad said, and waited.

"Well..." Harrigan said, and paused. "If you gotta have the whole enchilada and more..."

Obviously interested in this tack, Conrad said, "Yeah?"

"Heroin, cocaine... other pharmaceuticals, they all pay very well."

"How well?"

"Done properly, maybe 5000, or 10,000 percent."

"Now you're talking," Conrad said.

"Ah, but the risk also increases... almost by the same percentage."

"There's gotta be a relatively safe way," Conrad declared and then waited.

After a moment or two Harrigan offered, "One can invest in another's business. But as I said, there is a high risk."

"What is it?" Conrad asked. He thought he knew, but was paying for the information, so he waited patiently for Harrigan to complete the picture.

"One, they can take your money and run. Two, they take the money and kill you. Three, they take the money and actually set out to complete the deal, but maybe something goes wrong, as in someone informs on the deal, and the Feds make a bust. Or, a rival learns of the deal and intercedes, possibly -- no, make that probably -- killing those involved on the other side. Four, the deal goes smoothly, they give you your share which would be a tidy profit. And they'd tell you when they'll want to borrow some dough from you again."

"I like the last scenario," Conrad told him, as a young teenaged girl and her boyfriend walked past them wrapped in their own little world, not even glancing at them.

Harrigan lit another cigarette. "I know, but you gotta consider the other possibilities." 

"Yeah, I know. So, what do I do?"

"You have my money?"

"Yeah," Conrad said, and took an envelope from his inner jacket pocket and handed it to Harrigan.

Harrigan counted the money and snorted in satisfaction. "You want the drug deal, don't you?"

"I guess," Conrad replied laconically.

"Gimme a number I can reach you at tonight."

"I don't discuss things like that over the phone."

"I know that. We'll set a meeting up."

"There's a movie theater... you know, the Stanley, in Journal Square..."

That's good. When you call, just give me the time."

"Okay, but let's meet in one of the back rows of the orchestra."

"Fine, if it's crowded, we can move elsewhere without raising any undue suspicion."

"Undue suspicion... I like that," Conrad nodded as they stood up, then went off in separate directions





Wilmington Woman's Club Ch. 04



Val caught a glimpse of his glistening cock in the candlelight, as Bernie lifted off it, only to slide back down again making it disappear inside her. The process made a wet and very sexy sound that filled the room along with their grunts, groans and heavy breathing.

Val saw that Bernie was getting close to coming. As her pleasure peaked, Bernie leaned back and screwed up her features. Her rhythm changed from long strokes to short quick hunches, and Val envisioned the powerful set of orgasmic contractions she was undoubtedly undergoing.

Bernie shrieked, "Oh, yeah!" and fell forward, her hands on his chest preventing her face from smashing into his. Val saw that Joe was still firm and hard inside her; his hips still moving rapidly to maintain the friction that makes fucking so worthwhile. 

Bernie started moving, then stopped and held still. Joe's hips gyrated, and he let out a long "Ahhhhhh!"

It occurred to Val that Bernie was probably tightening her vaginal muscles on him, stroking and sucking on him without even moving. Whatever she was doing, the effect was electric, and Joe began to hump up at her all the harder.

Val's fingers moved faster. The finger had left her ass and moved to her clit. She was as close to cuming as either of the couple fucking across from her.

Joe groaned loudly.

Val came.

Joe flung his head back, shot spurt after spurt into Bernie's hungry cunt.

Bernie stopped milking him as her own climax roared in leaving her limp and breathing raggedly.

Val, shuddering from her cum, slipped to the floor and lay there, staring at the couple still entwined in the chair across from her.

Bernie kissed Joe, and Val felt a twinge of jealousy at being left out.

Joe's cock slipped out of Bernie's cunt. He had his arm around her shoulder cupping a breast. Bernie looked over at Val and smiled mouthing the words, "Thank you," to her.

"You're more than welcome," Val whispered hoarsely.

In a voice even lower than Val's, Bernie asked, "What can I do for you, sweetie?" 

"Get him hard for me," Val responded.

"Done!" Bernie said with glee, and she swooped down to envelop Joe's flaccid member in her mouth; giving it the necessary resuscitation needed for him to get up and fuck Val. It took all of two minutes to revive his cock. 

He rose up and positioned his knees on either side of Val's prone and languid body. "Hey, Val," he asked, "want it doggy-style?"

She responded by raising her gorgeous ass in his direction. Joe didn't need a second invitation; he got up on his knees behind her, guided his cock up between her legs. Her whole crotch area was, to put in mildly, a sloppy mess. Her cunt had been pried open by her fingers, and the juices she had spawned now ran down her thighs, with some droplets reaching the inside of her left knee.

Joe's cock had a mind of its own and didn't mind the used condition of her hole. It slid in like a hot knife cutting through melting butter.

Bernie sauntered over, began kissing Val while Joe built up a head of steam, ultimately jack-hammering into her until he wore down, and stopped.

Val's juices were bubbling out around his cock and trickled down her thighs and his. Bernie was on her hands and knees mirroring Val's position, but then she turned and lay on her back, shimmied under Val, and began licking her cunt and Joe's cock as he methodically thrust into her.

Val started to cum, and kept cuming; both from Joe's thick cock caroming off her vaginal walls, and Bernie's mouth on her clit and cunt, licking furiously at both.

All one could hear in the room now was the steady "SLOSH, SLOSH, SLOSH" of Joe pistoning in and out of her cunt..

Joe looked down after wiping the sweat from his eyes and saw Bernie lapping away at both Val and himself. It was enough to send him over the edge.

"Oh, God!" Val croaked.

"Mmmmm!" Bernie moaned.

"Gonna cum!" Joe barked, and pulled out of Val, spurting on the cheeks of her ass.

"Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, oh, fuck!" Val panted. 

Bernie hobbled to her knees, and took Joe's place behind Val, and went at her, eating her out better than she'd ever done before. Val came at least six times before she lost count and consciousness.

As she regained some semblance of awareness, Val heard Joe murmur, "Damn, but that was good!"

Bernie responded with, "It was the best ever!"

And Val weakly chimed in with, "Pretty good night's work, everyone."

Her words broke the others up, and they slipped to the floor with Val in a tangle of arms and legs, too weak to perform further. And so they remained on the floor until, Joe struggled to his feet, and said, "Guess we should call it a night."

No one argued with him. He dressed, and after kissing each of them with as much passion as he could muster, left them asleep on the floor. They didn't wake until noon the following day.



Wilmington Woman's Club Ch. 05



Chapter 5

Katy, Jessica & Walter - Late summer, 1982

Saturday arrived and Katy showed up at Jessica's doorstep at about seven. It was a lovely evening: not too hot, with the sun just beginning to set.

Feeling more summery than usual, Katy wore a seafoam green-colored halter-top to match the sheer bra and panties she had on underneath, and a black mini-skirt.

It was Walter however, who answered the door, and Katy found him looking particularly hunky in a powder blue dress shirt and pair of off white chinos. Walter was also without socks or shoes. She had to admit he looked much more casual and sexy than she thought he would.

He complimented Katy on her outfit, gave her a kiss on the cheek, and made sure not to over react to the cleavage that appeared above the low cut neckline of her top. A moment later, Jessica made her entrance looking equally fabulous, prancing about barefoot in a cute little cotton summer dress.

Within minutes, they made their way to the living room, where the sliding glass doors were opened and a gentle river breeze wafted through their expansive quarters.

"You have a marvelous place," Katy told them, as Walter made everyone a Planter's Punch.

"Thank you, Jessica replied, obviously pleased with the complement. "It took me several years to tie it all together."

"Well, it works. I just wish I could decorate my place half as nicely as you've done here."

"How is your place coming along, Katy? You told me that you were about to buy a carpet for the living room. Did you find one?"

"I did, and I didn't."

"I don't follow," Jessica said as Walter brought the Planter's Punch over from the bar and handed them out, then sat next to Jessica.

"Oh, sorry, I should have told you the news right off."

"News? What news?" Jessica asked, nervously.

"I've got this place on Wrightsville Beach." She went on to tell the couple that her Aunt Emily had passed away and left her the house.

"It's always better to own than to rent," Walter said, without thinking.

"Oh, well...I should say that I'm partners with the New Hanover Bank & Trust. My job with the airline pays me enough so that I can get by, but I wanted to make some changes to the place, but didn't have that big a nest egg to draw on. I've been saving to buy something on the ocean ever since my divorce. This is a dream come true."

"That's wonderful," Jessica said, and kissed her on the cheek, although lamenting the fact that Katy would no longer be a close neighbor.

"What do you do at the airline?" Walter asked before his wife did.

"I'm a stewardess."

"I'm going to fly more often," Walter said with a smile.

"You don't even know what airline I'm with," Katy giggled, happy to be flirting with Jessica's husband.

"Aren't you going to tell us?" Jessica said and laughed.

"It's Piedmont."

Which the couple might have guessed easily enough, as it was the major airline serving Wilmington.

They discussed the many problems of owning a home, especially on the beach, and when Jessica and Walter could come visit her. Before long, the three of them were happily ensconced in the living room. Two Planter's Punches later, Katy felt herself getting a little tipsy, and more than a little giggly.

It was inevitable, that the topic would eventually land on sex. And perhaps fortified by the courage resulting from the drinks, Jessica brought up their little tryst. Katy, blushed in embarrassment, but took note that Walter seemed genuinely happy about the situation.

"It sounds like it was an expression of love and lust between two very good friends," he said. "That's beautiful." And with that, he kissed his wife sweetly on the lips. Katy was quite amazed, and for the first time entertained the possibility of joining the two of them in bed. She vaguely recalled Jessica telling her about Walter's skills at cunnilingus -- of bringing her to orgasm after orgasm until she had to beg him to stop.

And when Jessica suggested they go for a dip in the Jacuzzi, Katy was already concerned about leaving a wet spot on the chair she was sitting in.

Walter and Jessica stood up, and told Katy they would change into their bathing suits in their bedroom, that she was free to make use of the other bedroom.

Jessica and her husband entered their bedroom, and Katy grabbed her bag and headed for the spare bedroom. She was pleased to see it had a floor-to-ceiling mirror, and gave her body a through inspection as she donned her minuscule bikini.

Okay, Jessica, let's see where the hell this is going, with you and Walter, Katy told herself; then rubbed her nipples until they stiffened, and stood out against the thin material of her bikini top. She gave herself one last check in the mirror, and headed out into the soft light of dusk to test the warm water of the Jacuzzi.

She wondered briefly how it was that she had finished changing before the others, until seeing the flush on Jessica's face when they strode through the doors and approached the Jacuzzi. A quick glance at the obvious erection bulging on the left side of Walter's briefs answered her question for her.

Jessica appeared a little nervous, and Katy knew they had discussed how to approach her. She smiled inwardly, thinking, Whatever it is, I'm game for it.

"Hi guys," Katy said, while Jessica feigned covering Walter's eyes.

"Wow, some suit you've got there, Katy!" Jessica said, then noticed Walter's bulge, and winced.

Trying to make the best of the situation, Jessica quickly blurted, "Avert your eyes, Katy, my husband is having a problem with us already, and I don't know if you want to see it."

"Oh, I don't mind seeing it," Katy replied. The husband and wife team glanced at one another just before they stepped into the Jacuzzi, and settled in on either side of her.

"Aren't I the lucky one?" Katy said her voice low and husky.

"What do you mean?" Jessica asked, knowing full well what she had meant.

"Oh, just that here I am, sitting in a Jacuzzi, surrounded by two beautiful people."

"Oh, such flattery!" Walter laughed, and Katy saw his hand moving upward along his wife's thigh through the frothy bubbles provided by the Jacuzzi's jets.

Katy was pleased by Walter's well muscled body, and his slicked back black hair. She knew she would be sharing the both of them before the night was over. Her only question was who would be first, and where it would happen.

That was answered moments later, when Jessica cupped one of Katy's bikini-clad breasts, and said, "Walt, doesn't Katy have the loveliest breasts?"

"I can't say for certain, dear, but they look lovely to me."

Just how it happened, Katy never figured out, but she felt Jessica's palm rub over her nipple, and a second later, from the corner of her eye, saw her bikini top floating away from her.

"What?"

"Oh, occupational hazard, in Jacuzzi's Katy," Walter said with a leering grin. She has a deft touch, my Jessica does. Bet you never felt a thing, did you?"

Katy didn't answer his question but put one of her own to him. "Well, Walt, just what do you think of them . . . now that they're out in the open?"

"Katy, they're magnificent!"

"Thank you," she replied, and turned her attention to her friend and lover.

"You must practice that move a lot, Jessica."

"Well... maybe a little,' she replied sheepishly, and then to distract Katy somewhat, she hefted Katy's other breast, and exclaimed, "My goodness, Walter, these are certainly heavy!"

"Come on, Jessica," Katy laughed, and chided her friend, saying, "You've weighed them before."

A moment passed, then Katy cupped Jessica's breast with one hand and placed her other hand behind Jessica's neck, and pulled her to her, kissing her passionately. Jessica responded accordingly and as the women took the kiss into what would eventually be a five-minute, spit-swapping special, Walter climbed out of the Jacuzzi, made a pitcher of drinks, and gave his erection a tug or two trying to calm it.

Then, after carrying the pitcher of drinks back to the girls, and finding them still in the throes of a torrid kiss, he stripped off his swim trucks and waited for them to spot him and his erection.

It wasn't long before the two women, breathing heavily, separated.

"Oh!" Katy gasped.

Jessica laughed and said, "He's hung, isn't he?"

Katy began to giggle, and Jessica soon joined her.

"Get in the damn water, will you?" Jessica laughed, waving him in.

"You'll scare the poor girl away."

"I doubt it," he retorted, "she seems to like you... just a little."

"My goodness, Jessica," Katy laughed, and pointed at his erection, of which only the head could be seen above the surface of the churning water. "How do you handle all that?"

"I almost fainted the first time I saw it. My parents were sleeping upstairs, and I just knew that I would be screaming either from pain or pure delight when it went in me. But, like I told you, he does have this ability to make a girl happy."

"You mean..."

"Yeah... down he went, and after two or three cums, I spread my legs and let it rip. I didn't care who caught me, I wanted that big old dick in me, and wild horses couldn't have kept it out."

"Did you scream and wake your parents?"

"Naw, not that night," Walter laughed.

Jessica slapped at him, and only succeeded in splashing everyone.

"You..." she said, but he kept on talking. "She says it took her forever to get used to it, but she's full of it. That first time I went in... it was tight, but it felt right, you know?"

Katy shook her head. The way she did it could have signified either a yes, or a no. Walter didn't take notice but continued. "The next weekend we got caught by her mother. I had her bent over the family sofa, and was doggy fucking her."

"It was the most embarrassing moment of my life," Jessica said.

"Yeah, yeah," he said, "until the time your dad caught us."

Jesus, Walt, must you..."

"She was blowing me... no, actually I had just cum all over her face, when the lights went on and she yells, "Daddy!"

"What happened?" Katy asked.

Walt laughed, and took a deep gulp from his drink, pointed at his wife, and said, "Her father told us to get a room at a motel, turned on his heel, and went back upstairs."

"How embarrassing," Katy said, commiserating with Jessica.

"That wasn't all," Walter said, looking at Jessica with a wide grin. "Maybe five minutes later we could hear the bed upstairs kind of walking its way across the room. Her old man was really pounding it into his old lady."

Katy was laughing along with him. A moment later, Jessica joined them.

They were finishing their drinks when Jessica said, "You want to kiss him, Katy?"

"If you don't mind."

"Go right ahead."

Walter pulled Katy into his arms and kissed her. It was a soft, easy kiss. He worried her lower lip after a time, and after several little nips and sucks on her lips, he sent his tongue into her waiting mouth.

Jessica took the opportunity to strip her suit off, leaving Katy's bottoms the only piece of clothing on in the Jacuzzi.

Jessica adroitly loosened the knots holding Katy's bottoms on, and tossed them off to one side while the couple's tongues continued their duel.

When the kiss ended, Jessica placed Katy's hand on her husband's rigid cock, and then kissed him longingly.

Katy began a slow masturbation she hoped would culminate with his cock in either her cunt or mouth. She planned to eat Jessica next, then let what happened, happen.

But the married couple had other plans. They were more experienced at this type seduction than Katy. Jessica gently pushed Katy to Walter. They kissed. It was a wet, sloppy kiss that sent bolts of electricity to Katy's loins.

At one point, Katy felt the warm heavy flesh of his manhood brush against her hip, and had to fight the overwhelming desire to abandon the kiss and take him into her mouth.

As it turned out, Jessica was thinking along the same line. She gently pushed her husband and Katy to the edge of the Jacuzzi.

They ended the kiss and looked questioningly at Jessica.

"Sit up here, honey," she said, patting the side of the Jacuzzi. "My best friend wants to suck that big old dick of yours, and I want to watch."

Katy's heart was racing, for she was beyond calling a halt to the proceedings. And completely absorbed in the moment; excited, full of lust, and feeling hypersexual, she bent forward and engulfed his prick, marveling at how her jaw was stretched to accommodate him.

As she fellated Walter, Katy climbed from the Jacuzzi to better position herself in servicing him. Jessica, on seeing this, put herself in position to get her face between Katy's legs, and began eating her pussy. Katy's muffled moans told her all she needed to know and a much relieved Jessica went at her friend with a gusto that had to be seen to be believed.

Katy came first; Jessica's talented mouth was more than she could stand. And when the huge stalk of Walter's cock popped from her mouth, Katy couldn't believe she'd had almost half of it in her mouth.

Jessica was busily fingering her to another orgasm, and Katy momentarily forgot about Walter's lovely cock. But she quickly remember it on hearing Jessica coo, "I think she's ready for you darling."

It took both Walt and Jessica to position Katy properly on the chaise lounge, but she went along with them, offering no resistance. Well, under the circumstances, why would she?

Out of half-lidded eyes, Katy saw his manhood swaying and bouncing against his thigh as he prepared to mount her.

"Wait a minute, baby," Jessica said.

Katy moaned, wanting him inside her.

But Jessica took a moment to give her husband's cock a juicy slurp; then engulfed his entire member and took him down her throat.

Walter used the time to play with Katy's tits, squeezing them with both hands, and then pulled on her nipples. Normally, this type play was something that Katy hated, but this time it seemed to be the perfect foreplay before getting laid.

A minute later, Jessica reluctantly took Walt from her mouth, gave him a pat on the rump and hissed, "Fuck her good, loverman!"

Katy never considered the fact that his pussy-stretcher might be too much for her tight pussy. From afar, Katy heard Jessica ask, "Think it will fit, baby?"

"I'll MAKE it fit," she heard him answer.

Jessica then slid in behind Katy, nestling herself against her. Katy vaguely felt the others breasts and dampened cunt against her back. She sensed, rather then saw Walter apply a generous dosage of Astroglide to his glistening cock. She was aware of Jessica tracing circles on her areole -- of Walter spreading her legs apart -- and pleasantly surprised when it was Jessica's fingers invading her cunt instead of Walter's cock.

"What?" she groaned in disappointment.

"Shush!" Jessica whispered into her ear. I'm helping to get him in you."

"Oh," she replied dumbly, and smiled contentedly as Jessica's fingers rubbed across her stiffening clitoris.

"That's it baby, get her ready for me," Walter said, the lust in his voice unmistakable to both woman. Through slitted eyes, Katy watched as Walt stroked his massive cock in preparation.

"Mmm, that's it, baby," Jessica cooed, "look at that big, thick cock."

The moment of truth arrived a moment later, with Walter placing his cockhead against Katy's entrance and slowly forging his way into her. He definitely had a different feel to him; more so than any other guy Katy had been intimate with. Not that she'd had that many guys; seven came to mind, and there might just have been one or two others... quick, furtive fucks while drunk during and right after high school.

First there was the stretching of her vagina. With it came an almost indescribable feeling.

Jessica hadn't completely abandoned Katy to her husband. After waiting for him to enter Katy, she began an almost methodical manipulation of Katy's breasts, caressing them, squeezing them and using a thing she liked to call, her 'milking method.'   

With both Jessica and Walter providing thrill after thrill at what seemed like an unending pace, Katy closed her eyes and went into a swoon of delightful pleasure, giving herself up to the couple's ministrations.

Jessica continued to hold Katy in her arms; softly kissing her neck and earlobes. And, by gently rocking his hips, Walter eventually managed to work what Katy would later call, "His pussy-tamer" into her.

Coming out of her reverie, Katy moaned, "Oh, my god, it's so big!"

"Just relax, sweetie," Jessica whispered. "Try to relax your pussy."

She tried and succeeded to some extent, for the cock finally touched her cervix, and caused Katy to gasp in both pain and pleasure. Walter quickly withdrew all the way out, and with only the head remaining inside Katy, he gasped, "Okay, now here we go!" and plunged his cock all the way back in.

"Oh, Christ!" Katy screamed.

He took it out... thrust back in..."Oh, sweet Jesus!"

Walter increased the tempo of his thrusting, while Jessica pinched and pulled on Katy's nipples. Walter slowed down, but maintained the deep thrusting, and Jessica released Katy's throbbing buds and sought her clit, massaging it in time with her husband's thrusting.

That combination drove Katy to a massive climax; possibly both vaginal and clitoral, she wouldn't ever be sure. In any event, she fainted away from the pure bliss and ecstasy it brought her.

When Katy came to her senses, Jessica was going down on her, and Walter was fucking her from behind; driving his thick member into his wife's deepest recesses. And, when his hot sperm splattered against her womb, Jessica went stiff and motionless, except for turning her face away from Katy's cunt while gasping for much needed oxygen.

Both Katy and Walter waited several seconds before Jessica opened her eyes and looked dreamily at them.

"Wow! That was the best ever!" Jessica murmured, and then rolled over and lay in peaceful bliss looking up at the light patterns on the ceiling that were formed by the setting sun on the other side of the room.

Anxious to please the couple, Katy began to gently lick the combination of sweat and pool water coating Jessica's skin, concentrating on the area from her ears and throat. Jessica began to moan appreciatively as the tactile sensation of Katy's tongue drew a dewy line down the middle of her chest.

And when Katy moved beyond that on her way south, Walter began tracing circles around her areolea, doubling her pleasurable sensations.

Katy sank down to her knees on the cement surface, choosing to ignore the discomfort in order to pleasure her lover as much as possible. To accomplish this, she used the tip of her tongue to lick the residual fluids from Jessica's cunt. Succeeding in that, Katy used her entire tongue to lave the entry to Jessica's sex, swirling it about to garner the last traces of Walter's sperm.

Satisfied that she had accomplished that, Katy paid homage to the woman's clit, and kept at it until Jessica's hips were churning up to meet her face. Then she intensified her attack on Jessica's clit until the woman was screaming out with another profound orgasm.

Katy, blinded by lust, quickly abandoned Jessica and sought Walter's prick, drew it swiftly into her mouth, gave it a couple of firm sucks that produced a formidable erection. She spent a minute or so on the soft sacs encasing his balls; covering them with her warm saliva, and scratching the underside of his shaft with her long fingernails.

Walter's cock jerked as she sucked on the scrotal skin, and then popped one of his balls into her mouth and massaged it with her tongue.

Jessica, revived sufficiently to join in, began by kissing her husband. Then, with an animal-like grunt, Katy let his testes drop from her mouth and mounted him; guiding his missile-like shaft into her steaming orifice, and sinking down until he was rooted inside her.




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"You're the devil in disguise!" his delighted wife cooed, and moved downward to nip and suck on his nipples, which started to harden when trapped between her pearly white teeth.

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Katy, leaning forward, took Jessica by the hair, and pulled her up to kiss her. The kiss thrilled the both of them, Katy; because she felt she was dominating the married couple and not the other way round, as she had thought.

Jessica was thrilled, because Katy's tongue brought both the flavors of Jessica's own fluids and those of her husbands' sperm. Both women delighted in the soft magical touch of the others mouth and tongue. But Katy never forgot the thick cock inside her, and bounced upon it with a special joy, directing it this way, then that, always with a pre-designed area in mind for the massive tool to glide over, or bounce against.

Walter, not one to remain passive for to long, sent two fingers into his wife's sodden cunt, and after the women finally terminated their kisses, pulled Jessica down with his other hand so that he could reach her nipples. She was only too happy to assist him, and tendering each breast to him so he could bite and suck on her nipples as she had his. They continued on in this vein until Jessica called out, "Enough! Let's bring out the beads!"

Jessica scampered off the lounge chair and ran into the bedroom; returning moments later with a wooden case from which she took a string of glass beads.

Katy had watched her go, but was nearing a climax and concentrating her efforts on reaching it, rode Walter's cock even harder.

Later, much later, Katy couldn't recall either of them doing it to her, but they must have...for someone took special pains to spread and lube her rear, and slowly feed each of the eight, one-inch-sized beads into her rectum. True, she was distracted by Walter's sudden burst of jack-rabbit thrusts that brought her over the edge and into a torrential orgasm.

So it wasn't until Jessica pushed the first of the beads in that she felt anything back there. To help accomplish this, Walter, of course, had to slow his pace, and did so, switching to a slow, but extremely pleasurable in and out. It didn't matter. Well, maybe it did, for it only served to lengthen the time of her climax, and perhaps heightened it if that were possible.

Katy had a faint recollection of some pressure against her asshole, but dismissed it as Walter's sizable cock having its way with her...and she was guiding him, wasn't she?

"Two," she thought she heard Jessica say, and felt something being pushed into her rectum. It brought with it a spasm of pleasure, but nevertheless, Katy moaned, "What the fuck are you doing back there?"

Her first conscious thought was that Jessica was inserting a dildo into her ass. But she had done that herself. This was different.

Walter began jack-rabbiting her again, and Katy lost herself in wave after wave of pleasure...until she felt that pain/pleasure feeling again in her ass. Belatedly, Katy realized that it was her ass muscles clenching something back there and called out again, "What the fuck's going on?"

"I'm feeding some beads into your ass, sweetie, that's all," Jessica cooed.

"But, why?"

"It adds to everything, sweetie. Give it a chance, you'll see."

The reassurance, allowed Jessica to insert another two beads before Katy began to protest once more. She heard Walter's voice over-riding her own. "Christ, baby, she's clenching so much I think she's going to cut off my circulation!"

"You mean you can't cum, honey?" Jessica asked.

"No, I can't!"

"Let's see if another one helps any, okay?"

"Go on, try it," he said, and Katy thought his voice was pained.

Feeling for Walter's plight; and having had more orgasms than she'd ever thought possible; Katy forced herself to relax her sphincter. Jessica tried another bead, and found Katy's sphincter allowed it in with almost no problem.

"Yeah!" Walter croaked, "Much better!"

"You can move it again?"

"Yeah, finally."

"Fuck me Walt!" Katy said, although she was wincing at the pain the last bead was causing her. He responded by slowly easing out, then thrusting had into her.

"Jesus!" Katy screamed, as she came for the umpteenth time that evening.

"We've got it going now, honey!' Jessica husked lewdly, before playfully slapping Katy's ass; and then sent another bead into her.

Katy had no idea just how many beads were up her ass, but began to feel a wonderful thrill each time Walt drove his cock into her. It seemed that it was pushing against something...that had to be the beads. Whatever it was, it was sending lightning bolts of pure pleasure through her, and she loved the two of them for bringing her to this point.

She suddenly realized that her pussy was actually sucking on Walt's cock; trying to draw the sperm out of him before he could expel it himself.

For his part, Walter was more than ready. He felt his member hitting the back of her cunt, over and over again. He felt the beads just the other side of her cunt's delicate membrane, and his strokes grew longer more insistent, as the tinge of his orgasm spread from his scrotum to the tip of his prick and, with a moan that any passersby would have heard had any been passing by, he came.

Jessica, who had been waiting for this moment, yanked the cord viciously. The string of beads popped out of Katy's ass in rapid succession; each one pulsing against her opening and sending a shocking shudder directly to her clit.

After the last bead had exited her twat, the three of them lay there for several minutes, totally spent. "Want to play some more tomorrow?" Walter asked laconically.

"All of us?" Katy asked.

"Yes, all of us," He answered, and then kissed the nape of her neck.

"Sounds good to me," she laughed, and turned to kiss Jessica. 



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Chapter 6

Val & Joe, Early On

With Bernie out on a date, once again seeking Mr. Right, Val had the apartment to herself. Joe was working on a term paper that was due in two days. No way was he coming over, even though he knew she would fuck his brains out if he did.

Sitting on her bed, Val spread her legs wide to take a closer look. From the outside it looked the same, especially with all her dark pubic hair. Sneaking a look at her reflection in the mirror, she pushed aside the curls to reveal her hidden treasure.

We've done it at least twenty times now, she thought, and it doesn't look any bigger to me. But he's so thick... she squinted at the reflection and then downward at her pussy. Are the labia redder or puffier? It seems so. Maybe it's because I can't stop caressing myself. I'd better stop... I need to think about something else.

The something else was to practice her kegel exercises that Joe had told her about.

A minute later her pussy was vibrating and Val thought she could feel a new strength in her vaginal muscles. I'll be able to milk him like a cow, she thought and giggled aloud.

Ending the exercise, Val again examined herself. My clittie might just be bigger than Bernie's. It is. I'm positive it is. Val chuckled at that and then realized that she was so caught up thinking about her pussy that her clit was poking out from its hooded enclosure.

Anyway, Joe thinks I have a pretty one.





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Chapter 7





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Chapter 8 





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Chapter 9

1982 - Janet Fowler -- Fitzgerald 

Twenty-four-year-old Janet Fowler's brown hair was tied back in a pony tail. Her face was soft and round, with pink cheeks, a small nose, and an overbite that almost looked comical, but emphasized her very full, pink lips. Her brown eyes were hidden by sunglasses. She wore a formless blue sweatshirt, which obscured her smallish, but beautiful naturally pear-shaped breasts. She more than compensated for this by showing off her eye-popping ass by wearing the tightest jeans on campus, or so her girlfriends readily conceded, when pushed.

Janet had two goals remaining for her senior year at UNCW, to learn how to drive a stick shift, and drink a guy under the table. The pert advertising major was just about to master one of them -- as she adroitly darted around the campus in her bright red Volkswagen Beetle.

"You've just about got it, Jan," Flossie her paid instructor said as they roared past the library. "Pull over, let the campus police pass you, they're about a block behind you."

Janey did as she was told, pulling to the curb and putting the bug in neutral as the campus police drove by without so much as a second glance at her.

"Hey, fuck 'em, they can't take a joke," she said, and shook her head clearing her hair out of her eyes.

Janet had a foul mouth, and put most guys to shame on the many holidays students used as excuses for binge drinking. Flossie ignored her, having heard her express herself in this manner more often than not.

"Let's see if you can get us around campus one more time without screwing up the gears."

"Hey, I've done it twice now, what the fuck do you want from me?"

"Perfection, girl, I want no grinding of gears, that's all. Is that so . . . fucking much?" she added thinking the foul language would drive home the point she was making.

"And what did we agree on earlier?"

"No fucking drinking and driving," Janet said, with an impish grin.

"Right, let some cowboy drive you home. They'd be happy to wreck their daddy's car with you in it. But don't let them speed."

"Makes sense to me," Janet said agreeably. "They can't drink; they sure as hell can't drive. But then if they can't drive, why the fuck am I letting them drive me?"

"Because you don't want your insurance rates going through the roof and you want to keep this little bugger pristine for the rest of the semester."

"Oh, yeah," she replied as if understanding Flossie's rationale for the very first time, when in fact, Flossie drummed it into her on a daily basis.

Flossie knew very well that Janet had a tendency to go wild after downing a couple pitchers of beer on a Friday night. Only the week before she'd gotten into an argument with two guys after fucking the both of them, and put her fist through the passenger window of their car.

But that incident did not deter her from going out the following night and flashing her bandaged hand to anyone showing the slightest interest and would follow by recounting the incident, embellishing the fact that she'd fucked them both and had broken the window when they couldn't get it up any longer.

Janet managed to drive the Bug around the campus, not once, but twice more without grinding the gears. Flossie pronounced her a successful driver of stick-shift vehicles, kissed her on the cheek and bade her goodbye. They would meet at church on Sunday. Janet then drove the few blocks to her little apartment off campus; showered, shaved her legs, and put on a fresh pair of jeans and T-shirt, before going out to join her girlfriends at Paddy's Hollow, nestled downtown just off the Cape Fear River.





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Chapter 10

Bernie's Exhibitionist Fling

Bernie had two more dates with Eddie Boyle, but neither ended with anything close to the excitement he'd generated on the condo stairs during the hurricane. She began avoiding his calls, and after a brief interval, Eddie looked elsewhere.

Val was puzzled, for Bernie, while good looking didn't seem to attract all that many suitors; if suitor's translated into desirable hunks. But Val had her Joe, and while she was concerned about Bernie's lack of boyfriends, she didn't dwell on the matter. However, she and Bernie did continue their lesbian antics with some regularity.

One night, they took a blanket, and climbed up on to the roof of one the academic buildings at three in the morning. Giddily, they both stripped completely naked in the light of an almost full moon.

Then, after some whispered instruction, both girls sank down into a squatting position and masturbated in front of the other until both came. They followed this by performing sixty-nine on one another while rolling about in the graveled surface of the rooftop. Both were covered with scratches and small abrasions the next morning.

Eventually, Bernie did find someone who interested her, and on their second date put him to her litmus test.

His name was Mel, and as far as Bernie cared, he could kiss with the best. Yet it was far more than kisses that Bernie craved. It was the excitement she'd felt on being discovered fucking Eddie on that rain-drenched staircase, when with Eddie firmly planted in her cunt; one resident after another peered over the handrail at them as they fornicated in the eye of the hurricane.

Bernie wanted to be seen doing it, pure and simple. However, convincing someone to partner with her while exhibiting herself or them to public scrutiny wasn't as easy as one might think. Sure, plenty of guys were horny enough to screw her in the middle of the town square, but they wouldn't share the rush she got out of it, and that was major as far as Bernie was concerned. They had to be enjoying it almost as much as she was.

Her date with Mel, a senior and member of the NC State track team appeared to be promising. First, they had been intimate the night before; Bernie had blown him at the end of their movie date. Not in his car as one might expect, but in the alley up the street from the theater, with passers-by streaming by. He hadn't minded a whit. But no one thought to glance into the alleyway to see her on her knees. Now this was a bleak, cold, rainy day and they seemed to have the world to themselves as they strolled among the municipal buildings in downtown Raleigh. 

They had enjoyed a nice lunch; both had had two beers, and Mel was letting his hand rub her -- as he phrased it -- cute little ass. As they drew near the Capital Building in the center of Capitol Square, with all the large trees and public monuments surrounding it, Bernie steered him toward the monument that she viewed as 'the spot.' 

Leaning against the cool granite, she kissed Mel and gave his manhood a gentle squeeze. He was getting hard; she was already wet. After a furtive look around, Bernie decided the time was ripe, and hiked her skirt up.

"What the fuck!" Mel sputtered, caught off guard.

"No, no, this is good. It really is good, Mel," she said, hoping to calm him; wanting him to do her then and there.

"I know its raining, Bernie...but people will see us."

Bernie wouldn't allow him to object any further. She gave his cock another squeeze, felt it jump in her hand, and laughed.

"C'mon, Mel, it'll be a memorable fuck."

He glanced furtively around them; saw no one remotely close, took a deep breath and moved in close. Bernie drank his sweet beer breath into her lungs and pulled her underwear to one side.

"Fuck me, baby," she cooed, as if they were sequestered in a warm, dry motel room.

He fumbled with his fly, and extracted his erection. She pulled her skirt higher, raised one leg to the abutment leading off the monument. Mel caught the leg at the knee, held it up against his hip, and allowed Bernie to guide his cock into her moist nest.

But Mel was apprehensive, and after two quick thrusts, he paused and looked carefully for any possible passers-by. He saw none, but Bernie did. There were two oriental schoolgirls, possibly thirteen or fourteen years of age, sauntering by just out of Mel's vision. Bernie had the audacity to wave to them, and caught their attention. The girls stopped to gawk at Mel and Bernie. Bernie gave a little hop, propelling herself into Mel, and wrapped both legs about his waist. 

"Fuck me hard!" she whispered into his ear, even as he began to pump furiously. It was quick, wild and good for the both of them. It was satisfying in that neither of them lasted very long; and with Bernie giggling inanely, and Mel tucking himself away, the two girls yelled over to them from what they felt was a save distance: "Way to go, guys! Way to go!"

"Where the hell did they come from?" Mel asked, not expecting an answer.

In a calm, almost detached tone, Bernie said, "Oh, they saw the whole thing, Mel. Start to finish. Didn't you see them over there?"

"No. Did you?"

"Oh, sure, I waited for them to get closer before I lifted my leg up for you."

"What are you, one of those voyeurs?"

"Wrong choice of words, Mel, I'm really an exhibitionist."

She was exhilarated to see that he was grinning. 'So he enjoyed it too!' Bernie told herself. And then she saw that he was hard again and obviously wanting another fuck, then and there.

"Wait," she said, not wanting to press her luck, "How about your car?"

"I thought you wanted people to see us?"

"I do. It's on the upper deck, remember?"

"Yeah...what's your point?"

"I don't want to screw in the car. I want to be spread over the hood."

"Be wet as hell on that fine ass, but if you're up for it, why not?"

"You must have something to drape over the hood," Bernie said, as they began running toward the municipal parking lot. 

""I had you in mind," he replied. "But I can scrounge something up."

At the car, she stood beside the back door while Mel opened the trunk and rummaged around until he found a small throw rug that wasn't completely oil spattered. Then, with one hand on her ass, he escorted Bernie to the hood, spread the rug out, and hoisted Bernie onto the hood.

She squealed with delight as he pulled her skirt to her waist, and pushed her backward, then stepped between her widely spread legs. Through lust filled eyes, Bernie watched him pull his swollen cock free again. And with a knowledge that belied her years, she turned over and lay on her stomach, presenting her cunt to Mel, who with no hesitation, slammed his meat into her from behind, and fucked her like an animal in the wild.

Bernie watched him through the reflection in the raindrop covered windshield, as he kept plunging it in from behind her. 

He later told her that he actually felt animal-like as he'd fucked away at her while she was spread across the hood of his car.

For her part, Bernie later confessed that she kept glancing at the office building across the street and tried to see who might be watching them. She was disappointed in not actually recognizing anyone behind the mirrored windows, but took consolation that someone must be looking at them, and so she waved gaily, as if on a ferry passing another ferry on the river.

After she enjoyed her second climax, she slid off the hood, pulled her panties back in place and enveloped his waning cock in her mouth, cleansed the remnants of his jizm from it, and playfully tucked him back in his pants.

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Scott was Bernie's next conquest, although to be fair, it was actually Scott's girlfriend, Regna who she seduced first when she visited their apartment off campus to give Regna a birthday present.

Val had off-handedly suggested that Regna might be bi-sexual. Bernie couldn't get the thought out of her head. She also pondered whether she might seduce the both of them; and over a two-week period crafted a plan to do so.

It was about four in the afternoon when Bernie dropped by to see Regna and wish her happy birthday. Regna and Scott were lounging around still in their robes, watching a baseball game. Actually, Scott was watching and Regna was reading a spicy Victorian novel. 

Regna greeted Bernie and happily accepted the present she had for her, while giving Scott a meaningful glance that informed Bernie he had not given Regna anything thus far. 

The present got Bernie a light kiss from Regna and when Scott got up from the couch to greet her, Bernie kissed him firmly on the mouth, leaving him with a surprised look on his face.

Regna opened her present, and found a sexy lavender camisole top and matching tap pants. She hugged Bernie and kissed her again, this time the kiss lasted slightly longer than the first, and Bernie took it as a good sign of what was to come.

Scott just sort of looked and smiled, "Nice outfit," he said, and went back to the game.

Regna frowned momentarily, took Bernie's hand, and pulled her toward the bedroom, saying, "C'mon, let's see how it looks on me!"

Bernie watched as Regna removed her clothing and then tried on the lavender outfit. She did look gorgeous in it and set her breasts jiggling under the slinky material as she hopped about looking at her reflection in the mirror.

The two talked incessantly about everything under the sun, but Bernie kept steering the subject back to sex. Eventually, Regna confessed that she was concerned about her relationship with Scott. He was no longer as romantic as he used to be.

"Why not spice up your relationship?" Bernie inquired in a not so innocent fashion.

"Oh? Well...it's just that, you know, it's still good, but it's not exciting anymore. Actually, it's kinda boring of late."

"Sort of same old same old?" Bernie suggested.

"Yeah, exactly!" Regna agreed quickly, "Wham, bam, and a thank you ma'am."

"Um, let me ask you something, Regna."

"Sure, got some advice to spice things up?"

"Maybe. Have you guys ever tried having sex in strange places?"

Regna shook her head. "No, right here, missionary, like I said wham-bam, and then he's snoring."

Bernie waited, not speaking.

"He'd never go for it, anyway," Regna said at last.

Bernie was pleased. Regna had given her suggestion serious thought, now she would add the key ingredient to her recipe of seduction.

"What about a threesome?"

Bernie counted silently to three before Regna exclaimed, "You mean, the three of us?"

It was Bernie's turn to nod her head.

"I don't know ..." then she glanced at the door behind which Scott sat watching his ballgame.

"You know, that may be the best idea I've heard in a long time. But are you sure he'll want the both of us?"

"Does a bear shit in the woods?" Bernie asked rhetorically.

Scott was still absorbed in the game when the two women came out of the bedroom with brad smiles and a plan.

"Has the game got a lot longer to go?" Regna asked.

"No, not really," he replied. "It's the ninth inning, Cleveland's up by four. Probably a lock, you know?"

"Why don't you get dressed? We'll go out to dinner, the three of us," Regna said. It was not a question.

Scott grunted; reached for the remote, shut the television off. He got up from the couch, gave Bernie a sly glance, and went into the bedroom and dressed.

"Let's get him stoked up for later," Bernie whispered to Regna.

"How?"

"Like this," Bernie said and kissed Regna softly on the mouth.

"What the hell?" Regna blurted when their lips parted.

"A threesome takes all three, baby," Bernie giggled and pulled Regna to her so that their breasts were pressed against each others. 

She kissed her again, and this time Regna responded, opening her mouth to accept Bernie's serpentine tongue.

"Wow!" Regna exclaimed when the kiss ended, "it's like those girls who show their tits for T-shirts. What's it called?"

"I don't recall, but when Scott comes, out I want you sucking my tits."

"You want..."

Bernie's hand was between Regna's legs, rubbing her pussy.

"Jesus Christ! I never thought...."

"Yes you did, at least sub-consciously," Bernie croaked, "Now kiss me again, with feeling."

Scott entered the room five minutes later and found Regna sucking furiously on Bernie's right breast. Bernie held him in place with her eyes alone; and after she was certain he was mesmerized by what was taking place before him, she spoke. "I thought we'd have dinner, come back here and drive one another crazy all night long. Are you up for it, Scott?"

He couldn't formulate a reply, and Bernie cupped Regna under the chin and cooed, "Enough for now, sweet, let Scott have a taste."

Scott moved toward Bernie and accepted the breast Regna had just left, engulfing it in his mouth, and nibbling away at the stiffened nipple.

Regna dropped to her knees and raised Bernie's skirt, then moved between her legs, and tongued her panty-clad crotch.

"My, my," Bernie sighed, "Two very horny people. Do we really need dinner, or shall we feast on one another?"

"Let's stay in," Scott said, reluctantly tearing his lips from the nipple.

"Fuck you, Scott, we're going out, and staying out late," Regna hissed, from between Bernie's legs. Then she pulled Bernie's panties to one side, and began lapping at her labia with an energy that caught Bernie off guard.

Reluctantly, Bernie reached down and pulled Regna away from her pussy. She pointed at Scott's crotch and both women laughed on seeing the stain on Scott's slacks, and suggested he had better change them. 

They were seated for dinner in a semi-circular booth, with Scott in the middle. With a pre-arranged cue from Bernie, Regna reached down and gave Scott's far from flaccid cock a rub. He jerked back in surprise, and when the waitress, a cute thing wearing a pushup bra to emphasize her breasts and hopefully increase the size of her tips, leaned over in his direction to take their order, Bernie gave his cock a good squeeze.

His reaction was such that even the waitress knew what had occurred under the table.

"Take it out, why don't you?" Bernie suggested, as Scott blushed from head to toe.

"Um, I...I wouldn't do that," the cute waitress stammered.

"Oh, we won't," Bernie chirped. "We just wanna tease him a little."

To the threesome's surprise, the waitress grinned lewdly and bending over in front of Scott so that her tits all but fell out of their cups, said, "Teasing's good. You might even get to give him some head -- the place doesn't get too crowded."

"Oh," Regna said, "we appreciate the advice."

"Don't mention it. And, hey...big guy, enjoy it. It's probably gonna be a memorable night."

"It's gonna be that all right," Bernie laughed and with a deft movement, reached down and removed her thong and dropped it on Scott's plate.

The waitress laughed and told them she'd be back in a minute to take their orders, and then left, wiggling her butt in an exaggerated fashion.

"A fellow conspirator," Bernie laughed, as the waitress went around the corner toward the bar.

"Should we ask her to join us?" Regna asked.

"She probably would," Bernie agreed, "but I doubt Scott can handle the two of us, much less that sexpot."

"Yeah, I guess you're right."

"Hey, the more the merrier," Scott said, growing bolder.

"Forget it Handsome," Regna said. "You're with us," and gave his cock another squeeze.

"I'm taking it out," he said.

"Gonna cum in your pants?" Bernie said to tease him.

"No, in your mouth. Now get down there and suck it like a good girl."

"Good girls don't give head...at least in restaurants."

"Who said you were a good girl?" Regna said, and laughingly reached around Scott and gave Bernie a push out of the seat toward the floor. Bernie went with the flow, and allowed herself to sink to the carpeted floor; and groping in the darkness, found his hardon, engulfed it, swirling her tongue over his cockhead, eliciting a long, satisfied moan from him just as the waitress returned to take their order.

She knew exactly what was going on, and with a husky laugh said, "Can you please keep the slurping to a minimum? It's annoying the other diners." But her eyes were on Scott, and to Regna's and Scott's amazement, the waitress reached into her bra and took her right breast out and pulled on the already engorged nipple. 

"You've got me soooo hot, big guy. I wish I could join your friend there under the table."

Placing the breast back in its container, she grinned at him and said, "Maybe some other time?" And turned away to let Bernie work her mouth on Scott's cock.

"Jesus Christ! I don't believe this. I don't believe any of it. I must be having a wet dream!" Scott exclaimed.

Hearing him, Bernie took him from her mouth, spit on the head of his cock and resumed her place at the table. "Looks like you had a wet dream, lover," she said with a big smile.

Regna laughed at his expression which was mostly confused.

They got serious, gave the waitress their order, and ate without any further amorous display until Regna made Scott get up and dance with her after they'd finished eating.

Bernie followed, and since it was a slow number, she ground her pelvis into him, and when the following number was also a slow dance, made him cum in his pants.

The spent another hour dancing and drinking. Scott even got in a slow number with the waitress, who's name was Mickey. And both girls kissed her goodnight when they left.

Bernie insisted on driving them home so Regna and Scott could fuck in the backseat all the way home. Street lamps gave Bernie occasional glimpses of the two-backed beast in the backseat.

When Scott had finished, Bernie pulled the car off the road and parked in a residential area that promised a certain amount of privacy, but still held a certain level of danger that they might be caught.

She opened the door and moved the seat to allow her entry to the backseat, and closed the door. At first, her intention had been to have Scott sit in the driver's seat, leaving her alone with Regna, but an easy escape turned her off. She wanted the risk factor to remain high, and as an added dividend, thought that Scott might revive while she and Regna got it on.

Regna lay back and parted her thighs, giggling inanely as Bernie spread her sex apart with her fingers, revealing Scott's semen drooling from Regna's snatch.

"Oh, I just love this!" Bernie crooned, and went down on Regna, sucking and swallowing the remnants of Scott's ejaculation, and in the process, bringing Regna to a rapid orgasm. A police car drove past so silently that none of the passengers in the car saw them until they were turning the corner.

Scott restarted the car and pulled away, ignoring Bernie's protest. Regna went down on her, and was still licking away, when Scott parked the car at their apartment.

As they left the elevator and headed for the apartment door, Bernie took Scott by the arm and said, "Let's do something really kinky...want too?"

"What do you have in mind?" Scott asked, already unzipping his fly.

Bernie licked her lips, and said, "The three of us...here in the hall."

"No fuckin' way!" Scott said, envisioning a neighbor finding them copulating in front of his apartment door.

"Scott's not ready for either of us," Regna announced after taking his limp dick out and examining it.

"Here's what we do, guys," Bernie said. "I saw this in a porn flick about a week ago. I lay down in front of the door...which you can open if you want to play it safe. You hold my pussy open, Scott, and Regna will eat me out. Then when you're good and hard again you fuck me doggy-style while I go down on Regna."

"Regna chirped "Sounds like a plan!"

Scott, envisioning the scene to come, put his concerns aside and knelt next to Bernie and spread her labia for Regna.




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Regna ate Bernie for the next eight minutes and then Scott worked two fingers into Bernie's sodden pussy and began frigging her.

Bernie's juices began to froth from the extra attention and soon there was an abundance of translucent cream adhered to his fingers and her thighs.

"Let me eat her again!" Regna pleaded, and he moved aside, showing Bernie his newly risen erection in the process. Bernie took him into her mouth, while Regna lapped all the creamy juices from her thighs and snatch; then tried to induce more by frigging Bernie with four fingers.

Trying to delay her approaching orgasm, Bernie told Regna to suck on Scott, while she returned the favor, and frigged her to a climax.

Regna agreed, and murmured more to herself than anyone else, "Bet none of us ever forgets this hall fuck."

It was Regna who came first, crying out so loudly, Bernie was certain some people's doors would open to see what the hell was going on outside their apartment. None did, and she attributed it to the late hour, although it was not really all that late.

Scott had one of those erections that seem to last and last, and Bernie had him enter her from behind. 

Five minutes into the fuck, Regna positioned herself so Bernie could lick her pussy again. Bernie did so willingly and while Scott didn't cum, Bernie did, and Regna was about too, when the elevator doors opened and a middle-aged couple stepped out, and almost tripled over the threesome.

The man stood transfixed; apparently he'd never seen the likes of it. His wife undoubtedly had, or had entertained such thoughts, and resented not having had the opportunity to enjoy a little orgy of her own, retained her composure and shouted, "Get a fucking room, will you!"

Scott, Regna and Bernie slowly got to their feet, rearranging their clothing to some degree, while the couple carefully stepped past them and entered their apartment which was three doors down from Regna's.

Bernie heard him tell his wife, "They live right across from us, dear."

"Don't be absurd, Charles, they live in 5D, and I'll be talking to the superintendent about them in the morning. They'll be gone in a week."

Scott led the two women inside and sat down on the couch. Regna sat next to him. Bernie stood in front of them. She concluded that they had not heard the couples parting comment and didn't mention it to them.

"Are we crazy?" Scott asked.

"Why?" Bernie said.

"We're having a good time, that's all," Regna said defensively.

"Want me to leave, Scott?" Bernie asked.

"Maybe you should."

"No, she can stay, if she wants," Regna said.

Not wanting to come between the couple, and holding out hope of another, similar evening in the future, Bernie quickly made an excuse about having to get up early the next day, and after kissing them both, repaired her clothing and left. 

She never hooked up with either of them again.



Wilmington Woman's Club Ch. 11



Chapter 11

Conrad & Leah - Myrtle Beach

Conrad and Leah knew one another better now at this, their fourth get together. They were in Leah's motel room and, after several drinks and a satisfying sample of cocaine, they got down to business. Monkey business, that is.

"Mmmm, have I told you that you've got a nice juicy ass," Conrad chuckled softly, in the pretty blonde hooker's ear. "I like rear ending. Do you, baby?"

Still smoldering from the effects of having a smattering of the white powder licked from her cunt, Leah turned to face him, revealing once again that she was a natural blonde in all respects,

"Yeah, sure," she murmured, "sometimes I like it in the ass."

He leaned over her shoulder and kissed her. As a rule, hookers don't kiss, but Leah considered this to be a kind of relationship. A kinky relationship, but with his seemingly endless supply of high grade cocaine, she felt it was all right to bend some rules.

'Hell,' she thought, 'for the constant highs he was providing, she would have tied the rules into the shape of a pretzel and thrown them into the Atlantic.

Conrad's hands had a tight grip on her ass. His fingers glided lightly, teasingly, across her wrinkled pucker, and Leah almost did a dip trying to press her legs together to heighten the erotic tension.

Using his thumbs, he spread her cheeks apart. Leah shuddered and had a mini-orgasm. A moment later, a finger rubbed over her anus, applying a light but firm pressure against it. A warm sensation lit up her bowels, and Leah realized he had applied some coke back there. A pleasurable whimper escaped her lips. "That's it! Baby, you sure know the way to a girl's heart."

"It ain't you're heart I'm after, honey," Conrad croaked, as Leah got down on her knees, her ass now jutting up in further invitation to him.

Conrad felt especially good. 'The coke's working,' he thought, moving his mouth upward, intent on spending a tantalizing eternity on that tiny strip of border flesh between her anus and cunt known as the perineum. But after another application of coke, the area was growing raw from the intensity with which he was licking her. He knew that his tongue was driving her crazy, and seeing her fingers thrusting harder and faster, in and out of her creamy cunt, supported his theory.

Conrad delighted in teasing this whore, now a sometime girlfriend. His tongue moved a half-inch north and she made a whooshing sound. He cupped her buttocks and slapped them twice, then spread them, baring the tiny pink tightness of her clenched asshole.

"I love you here, too," she heard him whisper, and his tongue began to rim and tickle the furrowed rosebud. He pried her tiny orifice open, and his tongue moved into the dilated opening, flicking, stabbing and making a shallow, but undeniable penetration.

Leah jerked at each touch, as if he'd slapped her with a paddle rather than flicked her with his tongue. Her ass grew hotter and hotter under his hands, and her fingers became almost maniacal inside her pussy and over her rigidly engorged clit.

"Christ," she panted, "Oh, Christ...."

He covered her anal opening with his mouth and sucked. A part of Leah's mind was thinking, God, how gross! He's sucking my asshole! But the vibrant sensations he was wringing out of her caused her to respond on a more primitive level, and her body began to shake and quiver in excitement reacting to the caresses of his hot, hungry mouth.

Leah found that, by reaching back she could take hold of his prick, and thought, God, he is hard! Her fist didn't quite fit around him, causing her to think, What a wild and uninhibited pair we are!

She was totally conscious of the pulsation beating through his rock-hard cock and allowed her fingers to moisten themselves in the small estuary of precum oozing from his slit.

"What you're doing is so filthy," she told him in a choked voice, "but you're making me so hot, too."

His tongue continued to worm its way into her rectum. He licked up the crack of her ass, then back down, returning to her backdoor for more of the same hot turn-on he'd been giving her. Her hand lovingly caressed his cock. She liked his size, his hardness, the eagerness his prick always showed as it fought to get inside her.

She searched her memory for another experience like this one. Most clients were relatively easy: a little sucking, a good fuck, with the occasional guy wanting to put it up her kiester. Then it came to her -- the three black guys in Santa Monica. That had been about as nasty an experience as she had ever had. She had taken all three of their big dicks at once. But they hadn't switched holes, and all had come at about the same time. But Conrad, or whatever the fuck his name was - well, he was different. Each time they had been together he had managed to excite her, and that was unusual for Leah. As sexual partners went, they seemed to be perfectly matched.

"Let's do it now," she heard him say, bringing her back.

'Do what?' Leah thought, as she drifted in a cocaine induced haze. Nevertheless, she shifted her lithe body, giving him access to whatever part of her he desired. He kissed his way up her body, licking her spine, and her shoulder blades. He pushed her long blonde tresses aside and his mouth found hers.

It felt weird to be kissing him after he'd had his tongue up her ass, but she thought she'd done worse. But aside from the three black guys, she couldn't recall any.

Leah opened her mouth and he sucked her lower lip between his and chewed it. She had not been kissed this way since high school and, when he changed off and nipped at her upper lip, she sent her tongue out in greeting. And then, from nowhere his index finger slid into her anus, and she came.

He rolled Leah onto her back. She lay spread-eagled while awaiting his next move. He fell upon her, kissing and sucking her tits. Leah's nipples throbbed against his tongue. His finger found her open pussy, wedged it open a little more. She reached down, grabbed his cock, and squeezed it hard.

Leah looked up at him, her eyes full of lust. "I'm gonna come all over your dick," she whispered in her sultriest voice. Then she laid back, knees up, her pink cunt glistening, wet and ready. She cupped a breast with one hand and spread her moistened folds with the fingers of the other.

Conrad grinned lewdly as the juicy gleam of her cunt's interior came into full, glorious view. Leah couldn't see it herself but had studied herself in this and other positions in enough mirrors over time to know exactly how it looked to him.

"Oh, yes," she said, the urgency in her voice betraying her customary professionalism. "Tickle my clit with that big hard thing!" He rubbed her vigorously. But she didn't need any extra stimulation.

"Yes, right there," she gasped, as he teased her clit with the tip of his cock. She put the backs of her legs on his shoulders and aligned her cunt to meet the anticipated thrust of his aroused cock.

"No," he said, with finality she understood all too well. "It's your ass I'm after."

So be it, Leah thought, and hoisted her legs a little higher, so as to present her ass to him. Conrad centered himself on her puckered hole, and pressed his hips forward, bringing his cock-head within an inch of her well-slathered anus.

Leah couldn't contain a muffled moan of delight as he shifted his hips forward, and his cock slithered some two inches into her hot, clutching flesh. She wanted it -- was ready for it -- but his cock was thick and long, and she couldn't keep back a surprised cry of pain as the tip of his shaft disappeared into the firm, tanned cheeks of her ass.

"OH, JESUS!" she screeched, as he stabbed again at her slightly dilated anus.

Trying to help both of them, she worked her ass up and down, and after a few painful moments, her pucker widened considerably, and her ass swallowed most of his cock but not all.

Her cry of pain caused him to pause for a few seconds, giving her an opportunity to relax her muscles. It seemed to work, for eventually she slapped his thigh, signaled him to continue, saying, "Giddiyap, cowboy."

He placed his hands firmly on her hips, and slowly rotated them. As he moved, he let out a husky moan of delight, and Leah, in turn, whimpered with pleasure. He continued to slap the jiggling cheeks of her ass while he filled her with his lengthy cock.

Leah winced and whimpered, but decided that she was really enjoying his playful slaps. Her ass stung, but the slapping seemed to help him gain further depth into her now hungry ass. Conrad's hand slipped around to the front of Leah's body as if it had a mind of its own. He located her clit and teased it, bringing her to an even higher state of arousal. She sobbed and began to twist and churn against his slowly grinding prick. He responded by pumping faster, slamming more of his lengthy member into her anal channel.

Shit chute, he thought, I'm in her shit chute. He was achieving sensations he hadn't felt in a long time, and lost himself in the feel of it, his powerful hips twisting, circling, thrusting, and pounding away at her.

Both appeared lost in the delirious sensuousness of it all and, he told her gruffly, "There's a line on the table next to your left hand."

Leah never hesitated, and intuitively knowing his intent just reached out and dabbed a finger into the coke, and then brought it right to her clit. The intended effect occurred faster than she had imagined it would, triggering an intense orgasm that was lengthened by the pounding of his pulsating prick within her asshole.

"Can't...stop coming!" she shrieked dizzily. Conrad slammed into her, slowly pulled out, and then slammed back in again. His entire length was inside her now. Leah had never felt anything like it.

"Yesssss!" she moaned, her inner fires boiling her blood.

"Oh, fuck me, honey! Make me fuckin' cum forever!"

"I'll make us both come," he panted, ramming into her with a ferocity that only a drug crazed being could manage.

Leah jerked forward, but gravity caused her ass to return and, as it did, it swallowed his entire cock. He kept slapping her on the ass, but the strokes were lighter - only love-pats now - and she hardly noticed them in the continuing delight of her ecstasy.

"Yes, yes, yes," she whined, over and over and over, as her asshole sucked voraciously around the thrusting shaft of his hard cock.

"Ohhh, fuck, yeah!" Conrad gasped, and as he reached the point of no return he jettisoned his sperm into her enlarged anus, coating her walls with his seed. Her rectum convulsed around his prick. He gasped, and ground his member into her one last time before pulling out and tendering his still somewhat rigid cock to her gaping mouth.

She accepted him without a murmur, enveloping his fecal-flecked cock into her throat and sucking on it as if it were a lollipop and she a seven-year-old addicted to sweets.

"Squeeze those tits of yours," he hissed at her. And she did, marveling at the wondrous sensation resulting from her doing so. She had never gotten this type feeling before from playing with her breasts and found it very curious, deciding to explore it later.

He grunted and tossed his head back, "C'mon, you whore, suck me hard!"

Pissed off at being called a whore, Leah roared back, "I'll take all you can bring and more, mother-fucker!"

To prove her point, she took him from her mouth -- noting that she had bathed him clean -- and began to jerk his semi-flaccid penis, alternating with the occasional strong sucking motion on the crown.

Conrad laughed manically, pleased with her performance. Leah merely grunted in response, totally entangled in her own emotions.

The fact that he hadn't been laid for two weeks ensured Conrad that his performance would be first rate. With the ingestion of coke and having had it applied to various body parts, Leah was willing to admit that he was more than just a capable performer. He grew solid again and shoved it into her cunt without warning. Leah cried out sharply, but began to writhe and buck under him.

He enjoyed the sight of her breasts bouncing and jiggling in tandem as he flounced his ass cheeks while steering his manhood to the edge of her cervix.

Leah cried out, her hips heaving up under him as he triggered another orgasm for her.

He waited a few moments for it to subside, and then growled, "FINISH ME OFF!"

Dazed, Leah moved to respond, and took him in one hand, but in her eagerness to suck him to a finish, missed her mouth the first time. Then she had it, alive and throbbing, loving the silken feel of him on her tongue. She was enthralled as his velvet skinned cock jerked against the back of her throat. She let out a muffled groan of pleasure at the sensation it caused, and then began to suck wildly - reaching frantically for her left breast, finding it and encircling it with one hand - then squeezing unmercifully, leaving an unsightly bruise that would have her wondering what the hell she had done the next day.

Leah continued to fellate him for the next ten minutes, using every trick she knew, and there were many, but she couldn't get him to come. Still sucking rapaciously, she played with his balls, gently squeezing them, and then circled his dick with the fingers of one hand, and jerked feveredly.

Conrad finally reached the point of no return and just erupted. She stayed with him all the way, swallowing every cell in every ounce of sperm released by his load.

He kissed her gently afterward, and when Leah almost sorrowfully ended the kiss, he surprised her by saying, "Baby, that was the best blowjob I ever had."

He kissed her once again, savoring the taste of his own bodily fluids as she wantonly trickled a small amount from her mouth into his.

They showered and then returned to the bed. Leah sniffed another line and then waited until he had done one too. She felt so good that she cooed and firmly grabbed his left ass cheek in her hand, at the same time snaking her right hand around his waist to caress his chest and stomach.

He rose up until he was kneeling in the middle of the bed. Leah ducked her head under his arm, and he leaned down showering her with coke-inspired kisses. Her hand lazily caressed its way down his chest, finding the roots of a certain patch of hair. When her hand finally found his cock, he sat back on his heels, silently encouraging her mouth to follow where her hand had gone.

Leah moved around to kneel in front of him, putting them face to face. She paused to kiss him full on the lips, pressing her breasts against his chest. Conrad crushed her to him in a strong hug, as he whispered his secret desire in her ear. Leah giggled and hugged him back in a numbing embrace.

Reluctantly releasing him from their embrace, Leah kissed her way down his belly to his bobbing erection, the sight of which wrought a jolt of arousal to her pussy. Greedily, she locked her mouth on it, flicking her tongue over the corona. He moaned as her hand stroked downward, pulling the foreskin out of the way. Leah's mouth followed the motion of her hand, enveloping the exposed knob in velvety warm pleasure. She paused for a moment, ignoring his gentle thrusting.

Still humping her mouth, Conrad ran his hands through her blonde tresses until she placed her hand on his belly, signaling him to slow down. He stopped and said, "Did I ever tell you what a wonderful cocksucker you are?"

"Yes, but it's nice to hear you say it again. A girl can't get enough compliments these days," she said and laughed. Then she ended the laughter by taking him between her lips, and tonguing the ridge where his foreskin ended.

"I wish..." he said, and went no further.

"Hey," she said.

"What?"

"You said, 'I wish.' "

"Did I?"

"Yeah, I'm sure I heard you right. What is it? Was there something you wanted me to do?"

Conrad's tough veneer crumbled and his face took on a bashful, embarrassed look.

"Hey, there's no one here but you and me. You want me to do sometime weird?"

"Yeah, fuck, yeah," he said, his confidence buoyed by her readiness to try anything. "Let's do it. No time like the present."

"Another line first?" she asked.

"Sure, go for it."

Leah deftly laid out two neat lines on the mirror placed face up on the bedside table, and they took turns sniffing the drug through a rolled up hundred dollar bill. "So what is it you wanna try?"

"It's in the closet over there," he told her. "It's wrapped in a towel. Bring it over. All right?"

With her pupils dilating rapidly, Leah slipped off the bed and moved to the closet. Opening the doors, she rummaged around, heard him leave the bed, and turned to face him. Conrad had the bedside table drawer open and was extracting a large pink dildo and a bottle of lubricant.

Leah turned back to rummage some more, found the towel she was looking for, and turned back to him, smiling broadly. In her hand she held a thick, black, leather harness. He smiled weakly, trying not to show his embarrassment.

Her call girl experience told her that he was having conflicting feelings about this. He wanted to try it, but the stigma of a 'man' enjoying this activity with what amounted to a casual stranger was difficult for him to reconcile.

Harness in hand, Leah returned to the bed. Conrad seemed pleased that she had offered no comment, found no fault with him for wanting this particular perversion. He drew her onto his lap and nuzzled the crook of her neck. She purred with real and not feigned pleasure, as his mouth plucked at first one nipple, then the other.

"Mmmm," she purred, "I can still feel your cum running down my thighs. I like it."

She put a hand between her legs, getting it wet from the mix of their fluids. She made a sound of appreciation as she put her fingers in her mouth, then she slid from his lap and, standing at the side of the bed, took the dildo from his hand and slid the large rubber ring down to its flared base. Holding the harness, she wriggled the four strips of fabric under the rubber ring, and snapped the dildo into place. Stepping carefully, she placed first one leg, then the other into the leg straps, then shimmied them into position.

Conrad laughed nervously as he watched her cup the curve of her ample bottom before snapping the wide strap around the fullness of her hips. Seeing the lust in his eyes brought a wide smile to her mouth.

His erection had returned full force. He pulled her closer, went for her breast, and bending his neck suckled first at her left tit, then the right. Leah couldn't help but moan, and then held her breast to his mouth as his mouth and teeth titillated her entire body.

Approximately two minutes later, she carefully extracted her breast from his hungry lips, and moved around him to kneel at the edge of the bed. Her bottom jutted out in the air in front of him --- he noted that her asshole was still gaping wide from his earlier anal penetration, and shivered at the thought of his own anus being forced to open in a like manner.

For some reason, Conrad sought to forestall the inevitable and slid his hand between her legs. Leah moaned with renewed pleasure when he caressed her clit, already profusely slick with her fluids. He continued to toy with her clit until she moaned loudly, nearing another orgasm.

"You want me to stop with this thing?" she asked.

"No...but I wanna fuck you again first," he told her.

"Be my guest," Leah said, and with a loud grunt, he surged into her juicy, wet cunt. Leah moaned, then pushed back against him to get him fully inside her. And when he grasped the waist strap of the harness with both hands, she moaned once more. Somehow this changed his angle, and his prick was glancing over her G-spot each time he surged into her.




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She surrendered to the almost instant orgasm that came upon her, clutching the sheets tightly in her fists. Conrad, a more than proficient lover, knew this was the moment to really turn it on and did so, relentlessly slamming into her, leaving Leah feeling that this wonderful climax she was enjoying would never end.

After 90 seconds of furious pumping, he tired and slowed his pace dramatically, leaving Leah gasping and numb from the unbelievable waves of pleasure wafting over her. His still engorged prick eased from her silken sheath as he fought to recapture his breath.

Both of them lay there panting, until he idly reached over to let his thumb dance over her clit. Leah gasped and then begged him not to touch her there. "It's almost unbearable," she huffed.

Conrad, having some knowledge of what a woman can tolerate, and what was truly unbearable, ignored her complaints and continued to lazily circle her tiny, but all too sensitive bud.

When Leah gave the first sign of an impending orgasm, he pressed his erection back into her. Leah shrieked with renewed pleasure, and then gasped, "Fuck me! Fuck me hard!"

Conrad dealt with her in his own fashion, slowing his thrusts to a near stop, bringing her to a frenzied lust-filled state, and then fucked her as hard and as fast as he was capable of doing until they both climaxed, she first, and he almost immediately after.

Some minutes later, Conrad recovered enough to reach out and caress her back and flanks as she trembled under his touch.

"That was...good," she breathed huskily. "That was especially good."

"Thank you," he said and meant it.

"I mean it," she said. "I've done a lot of guys...you know? And you...you are something else. I mean you've got a nice cock. A really lovely cock, and you know how to use it. You got staying power too. That's something most guys lack or at least don't use."

"Thank you, again," he said. He was smiling at her, and she saw it and returned it.

"I...um, was going to do something for you before we got sidetracked. Still want me to...you know?"

"Yeah, Leah, I want you to," he told her.

With a languid grace, Leah slid out of the bed and stood up. She picked up the bottle of lubricant. Conrad groaned happily and rolled over on his stomach, then got on his knees, presenting his ass to her at the edge of the bed. Leah smiled, although he couldn't see it, and applied a generous amount of lubricant to his anus.

"I can do this better if you're on your back," she said matter-of-factly.

"Okay," he said, and complying with her wishes, lay on his back. She knelt between his legs, pushed them up over her head at first, then allowed them to rest on her shoulders as she pried his twin hemispheres apart and applied another dosage of the jelly to his small radiating pucker.

Finding that for some reason she was enjoying herself, Leah giggled, and leaned forward to take one of his testicles in her mouth. He groaned. She repeated the process with the other testicle, while fondling the saliva covered twin with her fingers. He arched his back and groaned again, louder this time. Releasing his balls, she nibbled downward approaching the rosy, puckered starfish, and licked it with a swoop of her tongue.

He released a low, nondescript growl of pure pleasure.

Delighted with his reaction, Leah set her tongue to dancing around the pucker. Moments later, she backed away and reached for the lubricant, then applied a dab to her fingertip.

"Now we begin," she told him, and immediately felt him tense up. Leah, however, kept going, gently probing into the gradually yielding tight pucker of flesh. He moaned with pleasure as her finger located and pressed on his prostrate gland. Leah knew that this was not a first for him and quietly asked, "You've done this before, haven't you?"

"Yeah," he admitted sheepishly, "I've done three years in Attica."

"Attica! That's for really bad boys, isn't it?"

"Some boys are worse than others," he told her, but did not provide any additional information. Leah knew intuitively that she had asked enough questions for the time being. She removed her finger and stood up. After applying more lubricant, she sent two fingers into the slightly wider fissure.

Conrad grimaced as the tight muscles reluctantly gave way to the pressure. Then he smiled as she began to slowly fuck him with those same fingers, while using her other hand to fondle his balls. Leah continued this for a short time and then stopped. She attached the dildo/cock to the harness she still wore around her waist. She lathered the artificial prick thoroughly, using plenty of lubricant. Satisfied with the result, she slapped him sharply on the ass three times. Conrad made no sound. It was as if he expected it.

"Here we go," she told him as a means of preparing him for what was to come, and also as a last second respite for him to call it off, although she knew he wouldn't. Conrad remained still, his ass raised to accept her. He said nothing.

Leah sighed and then began a slow penetration, placing her palms on the back of his thighs and rolling him back a few more inches to achieve an even better angle.

"Done this before?" he asked, catching her by surprise.

"I have," she replied, and left it at that, moving her hips in very small, ladylike movements, yet pressing deeper, although only minutely deeper with each movement.

"I would have liked it if you were the first to do me," he offered, complimenting her style in buggering him.

Slowly but surely, his anus blossomed outward. Leah sank more and more of the dildo into him until it was fully enveloped. Then she found her belly pressing against his ass and laughed giddily.

"What?" he asked puzzled at her laughter.

"I never did that before," she told him.

"Did what? Am I bleeding," he asked with growing concern.

"No," she said, laughing even more. "I never got one of these things all the way in before, that's all. And no, you are not bleeding. You took it like a trooper...whatever the hell that means."

Conrad relaxed then, awaiting her next move. It didn't take long before it came. Firmly gripping his thighs, Leah began a faster pace. He reached out and began to fondle her left breast and stared into her eyes.

Leah was rocking his world, driving the dildo in to his furthest reaches, and then slowly withdrawing it until only the tip remained embedded in him. Conrad let go of her breast, reached lower, found a strap from the harness on her thigh and pulling on it this way and that, guiding the rhythm of her strokes as she slammed into his ass. At a given point, some four minutes into the session, he moaned loudly, and urged her to fuck him harder.

Reaching out, Leah found his cock and squeezed it, pumping it in time to her thrusting. And when she increased the tempo, he cried out with an intense pleasure.

Instinctively knowing that she had brought him to the brink of coming, she abruptly stopped fucking him, but kept rolling her hips so that he could feel the dildo within, thereby allowing him to savor the moment. In her mind, Leah began counting to twenty. At nineteen, she began squeezing and pumping his cock with a renewed frenzy.

"Oh, Christ!" he yelled. "That feels so fuckin' good!"

"Wanna cum, now?" she asked.

"No...not yet. It feels...." He left it there.

She slowed down, counted to twenty again, and then let her hips fly into action, pumping relentlessly, sweat soaring from her forehead and chin onto his chest and neck to mix with rivulets of his own.

Conrad's climax was stunning. He screamed out as the first jet cannoned out to land on his stomach, the second splashed against Leah's right nipple, and hung down, stretching ever longer as its weight succumbed to gravity. Leah maintained her torrid pace, driving the boy-toy into his rectum with zeal she had never exhibited before. She waited patiently for his climax to end before slowing down, finally collapsing onto his chest.

A minute passed, and then Conrad took her hand in his and gave it a gentle squeeze. She freed her hand and, pushing against his chest, shoved herself away from him allowing the dildo to ooze out of his anus with a soft pop. Then, with a studied deliberateness, Leah unbuckled the harness and let it drop to the floor. She looked at her hand. It was covered with his sperm. She laughed and began licking it from her hand.

Conrad's eyes were sparkling, and he too smiled knowingly, as he reached out and wiped the remainder of his ejaculate from her breast, tendering it to her mouth. She accepted it with another smile, and was surprised when he suddenly pulled her tight and kissed her.

He had decided to make her his partner...in crime.



Wilmington Woman's Club Ch. 12



Chapter 12 

Laura Strand

Laura married Dwight Littlefield two days before her eighteenth birthday. She had been about to start her college career when he enlisted in the Navy. They had been going steady her last two years in high school, but wound up eloping the week before he was to go to San Diego for Boot Camp.

Following the brief honeymoon, they packed there belongings in a U-Haul and drove to San Diego, found and apartment for Laura and got to spend some weekends together after he had been training for a month. Laura found a part-time job in an attorney's office. Financially we were tight but comfortable if we watched our spending. The only problem was that we knew that in six months or so he was going to be deployed on what the sailors referred to as a West-Pac tour, sending him into the Asian area for six months.

In the two weeks that they had left before Dwight deployed, they made the decision that Laura would stay there and enroll in the local community college with some financial help from her parents. During his absence Laura found the everyday living easy enough. School work kept her busy. She was having a difficult time with one of her math courses and spent a lot of time studying, and even engaged the services of a math tutor. She also began to struggle with an entirely different matter -- sex. 

Sex with Dwight was sweet and loving, but never great; and she confided to Marta, a female attorney at the law firm where Laura worked part-time, that she had never reached an orgasm.

"Not even on your honeymoon?"

"Well, we hardly did it on our honeymoon. Dwight was sick a lot and we... just didn't. My friends told me not to worry, that it would come in time... but it hasn't. Maybe I'm one of those women who just can't manage an orgasm."

"Do you masturbate?" Marta inquired.

"Sometimes," Laura replied.

"Do you cum when you do?"

"I guess... I mean, it feels really good."

"I doubt you're orgasming, darling. It sounds like you're merely titillating yourself."

Laura confessed that in Dwight's absence she had been touching herself more and more often. Marta had the good sense not to comment on the revelation.

Things might have continued in this fashion, had Laura not received a telegram from Dwight asking her to supply him with an attorney to represent him at his forthcoming Courts-Martial, but conveniently left out the reason he was being charged.

Of course she presented the telegram to Marta, and asked her for her help in the matter. Marta agreed, and two days later, her telegram to the US Navy requesting she be assigned as Dwight's attorney, and given the pertinent facts, was answered.

With a grim look on her face, she got Laura to accompany her to the ladies room, and there, after determining that they were alone, revealed that Dwight was being court-martialed for being a homosexual. He and another sailor had been caught in the act on board their destroyer. If convicted, he faced several years in the naval prison, followed by a Dishonorable Discharge. Laura was crushed. Her parents and Marta both urged her to have the marriage annulled. She acceded to their wishes, but insisted on providing Dwight with legal counsel, in return for his not protesting her request for an annulment.

The annulment came through several weeks later, and Dwight's counsel, not Marta, by the way, kept him from going to prison, but could not convince the navy to give him a Discharge at the Convenience of the Government. He would have to face life with a Dishonorable Discharge.

Marta invited Laura out a couple times before she accepted an invitation to a party. Marta had intimated that if Laura chose too, she might meet Mr. Right, and get properly laid that night. After thinking it over for a day or so, Laura decided that at the very least, she deserved to get, as Marta put it, "Properly laid."

*** The night of the party, Laura headed to her closet, shucking her boring work clothing as she walked. What to wear, what to wear, she wondered. Linda decided she didn't have the right dress, which would have been more in the gown category, but wanted to make a good impression. Good enough so as to get laid, she told herself, and giggled like a little girl. Ultimately, she decided on a long black skirt, which swirled around her ankles, and slipped into a chartreuse colored blouse. Almost, but not quite formal, she thought, and after several long glances at her reflection in the mirror, she nodded with some satisfaction, spritzed some Opium on her wrists, rubbing them together to dissipate the scent. She searched through three different handbags until she found the lipstick she was looking for: a dark, matte plum shade that made her look more exotic than she felt. 

As she arrived at the party, Laura tried to quell the thoughts -- more like fantasies -- that raced through her mind. She hadn't engaged in any flirtation since first meeting Dwight. Not that that brought her any reassurances that she'd been flirting correctly even then. She sighed, and wondered if she'd come across as totally obvious, or worse, desperate. 

A woman, perhaps in her mid-fifties opened the door and asked her in. She left her coat on top of a pile of coats and furs in the bedroom just off the front hallway. In the living room there were several groups of people talking. Some stood; others were sprawled on the available furniture. 

The uncertainty she'd felt in the car on the way over was now full-blown anxiety. Laura liked parties well enough, but had always gone with someone or a group of someone's. It felt strange to be there all alone. She decided that if someone asked who she was, she'd tell them that she was just leaving, and make her escape. 

She spotted the bar on the far side of the room, and feeling as if everyone in the room was watching her with a critical eye, made her way over to it.

The bartender waved his hand over what was being offered: several brands of Vodka, Scotch and Whisky, red and white wine, cranberry juice, orange juice, and a wide variety of imported beers met her eye. Taking a moment to make her selection, Laura settled for a glass of Merlot, and stepped away from the bar and took her first sip of the wine, and found it delicious. 

I've never tasted a wine this good, she thought, and returned to the bar to ask for the name of the wine. After committing the name to memory, she turned back to the people behind her and saw a Scandinavian-looking girl standing nearby. She nodded at her, and smiled when the blonde nodded back. Laura then took note of just how attractive the woman was, and that her lower lip had been pierced and a ring inserted.

To her surprise, the blonde didn't speak a word of English. They laughed at the absurdity of it all, and after touching Laura on the shoulder, the blonde walked away to a group standing off to the side.

Laura sipped her wine, and wandered down the hall. She came to a darkened bedroom, glanced in, and saw several people watching a video. There was a small couch and several beanbag chairs available to her as most of the room's occupants were sitting or lying on the floor. The air was thick with the unmistakable odor of pot. She entered the room and lowered herself into a beanbag as quietly as she could manage, thinking no one would even notice her presence. 

As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she realized that the movie was a porno. The others in the room seemed more interested in the joint that was making the rounds than the action on-screen, where a skinny girl was enthusiastically bouncing up and down on a hairy, sweating guy's cock. Laura gratefully accepted the joint when it was offered to her, hoping that a little buzz would calm her nerves. 

Across the room, she watched a couple who had just moved to the couch: a plump, dark-haired woman tricked out in her gothiest garb; who immediately began kissing her partner, a decidedly older man whose hands slid over her body with a familiarity that startled Laura. The woman wore a faux-corset with an elasticized back, a diaphanous black skirt with an intentionally tattered-looking hem, and black elbow-length gloves. 

Laura couldn't help staring as the woman arched into him, extending her tongue out for him to suck.

Laura didn't want to stare, but the girl seemed to be enjoying the attention, purring every time her companion's hands touched bare skin. A woman, wearing a Domino-type mask, crossed the room and said, "Milton, aren't you going to save some for me?" 

Laura's jaw dropped as the woman who looked vaguely familiar sat on the couch next to the girl and kissed her neck wetly. The girl sighed; Milton stroked her breasts. 

"Plenty to go around, right, Marta honey?" he said. 

Laura went rigid. Marta? Was this woman kissing another woman the Marta she knew? The Marta who had invited her here?

Marta, her lips still locked with the Gothic woman's, nodded slightly. Milton slid off the futon drew Marta's skirt up well over her knees, then knelling between Marta's parted thighs, he curled his fingers around her calves, swirled his tongue over her kneecap and up her thigh. 

Marta squirmed, kittenish, possibly ticklish. "God, you're a horny one," she said, and then seeming to notice Laura sitting near them: "Laura... you dear... you made it! How wonderful!

"Milton, I promised Laura here that I'd get her laid tonight. Will you see to it darling?"

Laura was too astonished at Marta's remark to refuse the joint when it was offered to her, and unconsciously, took a deep hit of the bitter smoke, and in the next few minutes her life changed forever.

Milton said, "You must be a very naughty girl to come here with those aspirations, my dear."

Instead of putting him off and telling him she had no intention of letting him into her pants, Laura choked and coughed on the weed. Before she knew what was happening, his hand was up her skirt and massaging her panty-clad pussy. Next to her, the Gothic girl had one leg draped over the couch and the other on the floor, as Marta lapped at her crotch. 

Even as she formulated a protest, Laura heard Marta tell the gothic girl, "You're a bad, bad girl. You even smell bad."

"Eat me, bitch!" the Gothic girl moaned, and then Laura realized that she had better pay more attention to her own predicament. 

The first fact to register was that she liked the feel of his fingers probing at her vagina. I'm in heat! She thought, and stopped trying to close her legs on his hand. The second fact was that no one in the room was watching the video anymore. Even the joint seemed to have stopped circling the room. She felt as if she were sharing a stage with what's his name -- Milton -- along with Marta and her Gothic slut.

She closed her eyes, and a throb of heat passed through her pussy. Milton's finger had made its way past the barrier of her undies and entered her wetness.

Off in the distance, Laura heard a voice cry out, "Oh, yes!" and belatedly realized it was her own.

"Yes? Yes what?" Milton's voice growled in her ear.

"Huh?" she mumbled, uncertain of her role at the moment.

Milton pinched one of Laura's broad, dark nipples, and then twisted it sharply. 

"Oh, my God!" Laura yelped, and suddenly realized she wanted him to do the other exactly the same.

"Want me to eat you?" Milton asked, surprising her. She had the impression that he would do what he wanted with her without asking.

"Yes, um, Milton. I'd like that. But here?"

"Where else?" he responded as if moving to another room was out of the question. She glanced over at Marta and Miss Gothic, found them in a garish sixty-nine. 

It was the first time Laura had seen anyone perform the act, including the scant few pornos she'd watched at sleepovers with some girlfriends. Five minutes later, Milton lifted his head from between her legs. His beard was glazed and shiny. "If a gentleman in a red beard wants you to suck him off, do it," he said.

Laura had just cum for the first time in her life, and did not register what he'd just said. "You want me to suck you off?" she asked.

"Sure. But if a guy with a red beard shows up, do him. He's our host."

"Oh..." was all she could manage, for Milton's member was tapping against her lips. She sighed, opened her mouth, and tasted a cock for the first time in her life. Salty... a bit bitter too, but it has no distinctive odor, she told herself. 

For his part, Milton seemed to know she lacked experience, and did not force his member on her, but remained content to have her slurp and suck on the head of his dick until, as he knew would happen, the man with the red beard tapped him on the should, and said, "May I try this ... new little cocksucker?"

"Um, hey, new girl?" Milton croaked. 

"Mmm?" Laura mumbled incoherently.

"There's another man for you. Do what he wants, sweetie." 

Laura didn't understand until the red bearded man slapped her face with his erection.

"Suck it!" he said, leaving her no alternative. She took him into her mouth and realized he was larger than Milton, much larger.

"You want, Milton, you can fuck her," the red bearded man offered generously.

A moment later, Laura felt Milton penetrate her from behind and, while on one level she was appalled at what was happening to her, on another, more primitive level, she was thrilled beyond words at having two cocks at her disposal at the same time.

In the course of the evening, Laura was fucked by three other men as well as one woman. That, of course, being Marta.

Later that night, at home, alone in her bed, Laura replayed how she had fondled Marta's breasts and licked her neck, then greedily kissed her mouth, before jamming her face between the other woman's thighs, and sucking ravenously until being pulled away to suck yet another cock. A feeling of euphoria she'd never had before swept over her, and she vowed to return to the next party scheduled the following Saturday.

****

Laura went to three more parties before concluding that she was being used, and in danger of becoming a slave to one or more of the politically powerful men in attendance. She went to confession after being away from the Catholic Church for almost a year and a half.

The priest was patient with her, and explored her situation and the means of changing her life. They agreed her best chance at redeeming herself from a life of sexual sin was to return home to North Carolina and starting life over, using her parents and the Church as her main support system. 

The following day, she quit her job with the law firm, and left without a word to Marta, bought a one-way ticket to Raleigh, and rented a car then drove to Wilmington.

After settling in an apartment in Wilmington, she found a job and began attending Mass every Sunday. But after a month, Laura began to feel certain sexual urges that did not dissipate even after fervored confessions. The best advice the priest could offer her was to find a nice young man and marry him.

The problem was Laura didn't think she wanted a nice young man. She wanted men, plural, and had only one rule about them. They were not to be anything close to nice.



Wilmington Woman's Club Ch. 13



Editor's Note: This chapter contains graphic violence in service of the plot. Reader discretion is advised.

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Chapter 13





Wilmington Woman's Club Ch. 14



Chapter 14





Wilmington Woman's Club Ch. 15



Chapter 15

Thanksgiving 1983, the Elopement

Once she realized she was pregnant, Val called her mother and told her. Being a practical woman, Mrs. Fitzgibbon suggested elopement as the most viable means of resolving Val's predicament. Of course, she was also thinking of the family's social status and how that would be affected with a pregnant bride walking down the aisle.

"But Mother, I've always dreamed of a big wedding..." Val whined.

"Of course you have," her mother agreed. "But from a practical standpoint, you can't traipse down the aisle with a big belly."

"I know, I know," Val sobbed.

Seizing the initiative, her mother continued. "You know we can't possibly get a wedding date at the church for at least six months. I mean, I was only talking about wedding dates with Stacy Rhodes the other day. Do you recall Stacy?"

"Isn't she the organist at church?" Val whimpered.

"Yes... yes, she is," her mother said, and then continued. "She told me how crowded the schedule is for the remainder of the year."

"Aren't there other..."

"Perhaps, but we have to consider our social standing. We couldn't possibly have the wedding in another church. Think of what people would say."

Mrs. Fitzgibbon really had no idea what people would say, but pressed on, telling Val she would talk with the pastor and see if certain arrangements might be made on her behalf.

Joe's parents were more practical and taking their own social status into consideration they knew that on short notice, things might become complicated enough to warrant their intervention.

So, although they fully realized the bride's family was responsible for making the necessary arrangements, they decided to bribe the kids with a wedding present involving them going to Paris, and getting married there, without either set of parents present.

Mrs. Fitzgibbon took the news of the Paris elopement well. It's the best way out of what could be a nasty dilemma, she told herself, and ran up the stairs to Val's room to give her the news.

Of course, Val had already heard the news from Joe, but pretended for her mother's sake, and they hugged one another, and then Val jumped up and down, feigning delight at the trip to Paris, although in her heart of hearts, she had wanted a Wilmington wedding to make all her friends jealous when they saw her in her wedding dress.





Wilmington Woman's Club Ch. 16



Chapter 16

Ah, Paris... and the Asian Girl

Val was turning to say something to Joe when a warm, moist tongue entered her ear, quickly followed by the whispered words, "Follow me, and we'll do everything!"

From the corner of her eye, Val saw that it was the Asian girl. There was a blush on her cheeks and her eyes were downcast. "I am Ling Lee; I am best headliner in all of Paris, I want you with me tonight."

Joe covered Val's hand, "Sweetheart?"

"You want me to go on stage with her, Joe?"

"No, darling, she doesn't want you to join her on the stage. She wants you to go with her. Its part of the evening's entertainment. I can send her away. I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable sweetheart," he whispered.

Val caressed his face and said: "No, Joe. I know you want it for me. I won't spoil your evening." Her other hand was on his crotch and she squeezed his cock. She wasn't surprised at what she found there.

"And you? Do you have some... entertainment lined up too, Joe?"

"I don't know what's in store for me. I may have a partner. I may be watching the two of you. I may be joining the two of you."

"That's more than I really needed to know. All right, I'll go with... Miss Ling." She brightened a bit and girlishly chirped, "Ta Ta, husband of mine."

Ling (not Georgette, which was merely the Asian girl's stage name) guided Val past the gawking patrons and into a little alcove, where after pressing a hidden button, or switch, a narrow doorway appeared and, with Ling holding her by the hand, Val suddenly found herself in a small, but beautifully designed boudoir.

Ling shoved Val backward and she fell onto the bed. Her eyes widened. Ling grinned at her. "Just us, no George, okay, 'eh?"

"Just us," Val echoed, as the Asian girl's tiny hands ran up Val's legs, pushing up her red dress. A moment later they pushed her thigh's apart. Val could barley see Ling although she knew she was close enough to kiss her... a bolt of fire flashed up from Val's cunt as a sweet, velvet vice closed over it. The strong little eel that swam up her vagina made her swallow a surprised moan. Ling's fingertip expertly rubbed her clit, already engorged, into play. Her long, wriggling tongue caused Val to cum the fastest she'd ever cum. She would remember it because in the back of her mind she thought she was having a stroke or something. Then she realized it was almost a religious experience, and found herself saying so without realizing it.

Val moaned loudly into Ling's mouth as their hot breath mixed, bringing Val up to a boiling point. Ling was panting into Val's throat as her delicate little fingers were anything but delicate, surging in and out of Val's hot twat.

Distantly, Val could hear the little slick, slick, slick sounds of her fingers flickering between her legs, and over her clit.

Minutes later, Val lay like a badly used rag doll, snorting more so than breathing through her nose. She didn't notice when Ling cuffed her wrists in such a way that she could not get her hands any lower then her ears. Val's feet were left free. Then Ling applied a blindfold to Val's eyes and the room went from dimly lit to total blackness.

Ling forced Val's thighs apart, and with Val offering only the lightest resistance, Ling leaned in and sucked her clit into her mouth. Val responded with a long moan that told the lie to her struggling and protests.

Ling expertly swirled around the Val's clit with her tongue, then nibbled on it with her teeth. Val was now gasping and panting, arching her back, a telltale sign that she was thoroughly enjoying the so-called torment Ling was putting her through.

Actually, in measured time, Ling ate Val out for no more than 30 seconds before she started to twitch as an intense orgasm began to overwhelm her.

"PLEASE STOP!" Val croaked, unable to stand the extreme pleasure.

To her dismay, Ling ignored her and simply moved on to kiss and suck at the puckered rim of her asshole. Val began to spasm from the next wave of pleasure that hit the second the Asian girl's tongue penetrated her asshole.

Val squirted several streams of juice directly into Ling's face. Off in the distance, Val heard the Asian girl laughing delightedly, and calling for "More, more, more!"

When Val finally went limp, Ling took a vibrator from a hidden compartment in the side of the bed, and wet it by placing it in her mouth, then she started tapping Val's body with it. Her breasts, nipples, belly lips, and paused briefly before rubbing it over Val's entire face, before switching it on and applying it to her right nipple.

Val's limpness evaporated, and she became a flurry of action, her pelvis was fucking thin air, her manacled wrists strain for release, and she began to kick out at Ling for the first time, calling her, "A perverted yellow bitch!" among other choice epitaphs.

Ling rewarded her with ten slaps to her wet cunt. She waited a minute and then gave her fifteen.

This time, Val moaned.

She waited two minutes and gave her twenty-five more. Val was now in constant motion, writhing, squirming, and twisting. As the silence around her lengthened, she began shouting hoarsely, "Fuck you! Fuck me! Oh, God... oh, my fucking God!"

Ling let three minutes go by before sliding the well lubricated vibrator directly into Val's pulsing snatch, and turned it on full speed.

While Val reacted to that entry, by writhing sharply to the left, Ling applied additional lubricant to a smaller, but still lethal version of the vibrator humming between Val's legs.

It was evident that Ling was a sort of time-freak, and in that capacity, she waited once again allowing two minutes to elapse before moving between Val's legs and carefully raised them to her shoulders.

A hesitant, almost mournful question reached Val's lips, but never passed through. Ling pushed the smaller vibrator into her rectum, met almost no resistance, and turned it on to the highest setting.

Ling leaned back to watch the effect it had on Val.

So too, did several others, including one Joe Marcolina, Val's husband, who now had a video camera on his shoulder, recording the scene to posterity.

Another lengthy minute passed, and evidently bored with the process, Ling began to work the larger vibe in and out of her victim's cunt. The slushy sound it made over rode the humming noise, and Val's juices surged out of her and onto her thighs and the already well soiled sheets she lay upon.

"I'll be back," Ling whispered into her ear, much as she had earlier that evening.

"What! What the fuck are you talking about, I'll be right back? We're not through here. You've got to let me up. My husband'll be looking for me. He'll be frantic! He might call the police!"

Val stopped protesting when she heard Ling's light footsteps leaving the room. This has been quite a day, she thought. From Joe having me masturbate while he videoed me; to wearing a dress by St. Laurent to dinner and then this... this sex club. Now I'm handcuffed to this damn bed, totally fucked out, and all alone.

Her fear began to escalate when she realized that she might not be alone that much longer. Who will they send in? What will they do to me? Where the fuck is Joe? These and similar thoughts kept racing through her mind.

I won't allow them to spank me... or whip me! But how can I stop them?

An eternity later, Val heard someone come back to the little room. Straining at her bound wrists, she waited, but nothing happened. Her ears, now attuned to the darkness of the room as they compensated for her eyes, heard the faintest of rustling sounds, but nothing more.

Suddenly, there was a finger gliding across her belly, and Val screamed, "JESUS CHRIST!" and fainted. She recovered quickly enough, felt a hand on her foot.

There was more than one person in the room!

"Who is it? Ling, is that you? Who did you bring? Joe, is that you?"

When no one answered, Val felt self conscious and extremely naked; but there was no denying her bodies' response to the several hands now touching her.

Suddenly something cold was drizzled over her breasts, belly, and pubic hair. And while it was cold at first touch, when it seeped into the opening of her cunt, there was no denying the sudden heat it caused to emanate within her.

"WHO'S THERE?"

There was no return sound; there was no further touching of her flesh. There was nothing... save a pungent odor of something Val thought might be alcohol, a brandy, perhaps?

And then, a warm tongue snaked around her left nipple, her painfully hard nipple. A second later, someone else's mouth closed around the other, and someone else's teeth nipped her thigh and someone's fingers slid through the cool liquid coating her belly.

Over her shoulder, Val could hear the sound of kissing. Kissing? Who the fuck would be kissing at a moment like this? How many people are there?

She was unable to deny her excitement., for there was now a steady flow of her juices almost gushing out of her love hole. Another mouth, another set of teeth biting at her neck, her shoulders and then with an exquisiteness she thought might cause her to die, both nipples were pinched hard between two pair of teeth, and Val was unable to choke back her undeniable pleasure bursting from her throat.

One of the hands caressing her thighs pushed them apart. The tongues seemed to be bathing her from head to toe, lapping at the rich brandy that now tingled and burned her flesh in some places. Val felt the warmth of two tongues as they probed and suckled at her clit. It was driving her insane. Her mind tried helplessly to figure if it were a man or woman licking her pussy, or biting her tits for that matter. More importantly, how many were doing it?

She slowly realized that the couple she had heard kissing earlier were now on the bed next to her. The woman's, she decided it had to be a woman, body began bumping Val's shoulder as her lover pumped into her with an animal-like violence. He was being rough with her. Val could tell that from the sounds the woman was making that he was rough, and also that she thoroughly enjoyed it.

The woman's hand went out blindly, it seemed, found Val's left breast and.

It was then that someone decided to impale Val. She was suddenly filled with a thickness she thought would rip her to pieces. But then she realized that there was no significant weight upon her; and that the mouths nibbling at her continued doing so. It had to be another vibrator, she concluded as the sudden pain of someone's fingernails clawing across her stomach distracted her momentarily.

A mouth suddenly covered hers. And for the first time in quite a while, Val felt a semblance of safety, for it was Joe's mouth! She would know the touch of his lips and taste of his tongue anywhere. Moments later he shifted his body and sent his pliant cock into her waiting mouth.

He's not at all hard, she thought. Well, that's not so strange. Look at the number of times I've cum. He's been here, at least for a while, watching... and God knows what else. The fact that my man's still got a solid cock to swing says something about his staying power.

Val decided to say nothing for the time being, and she relaxed for the first time since entering the bedroom with Ling.

Ling! And where the fuck was she? The thought faded away as she realized Joe was close to coming. The tell-tale twitches always gave her warning that he was about to cum.

Absently, Val wondered if he had fucked the women who had been bumping into her. No, he doesn't have a woman's taste to him, she decided, then almost laughed aloud, thinking, with all the things I've had shoved in me and then in my mouth, how could I possible tell for sure?

But I recognized Joe's taste the moment he kissed me, didn't I? And he promised me a night I'd never forget, didn't he? Well I'm not likely to forget this night, that's for sure.

All such thoughts evaporated as a thick pulsing "Live" prick surged into her cunt, replacing the anonymous vibrator that had long since ceased thrilling her. But this... this was different! This brought a fever of pleasure to her loins, seemingly reviving them for further titillations.

Val humped back at this prodigious member, remembering to bring Joe off, which she managed without the use of her hands which were still secured to the bed. For the first time in her life, Val's muscles began to tire. Her body had been used repeatedly, with an almost total willingness on her part. But now she was tiring, yet as she gulped and sucked on Joe's erection - he was like a steel rod again - she didn't want it to end.

Suddenly she was deprived of her husband's prick, which was replaced by a woman's tongue. Ling was back! Licking gently across her mouth and chin, and then Joe's cock was back in her mouth. It took Val a moment to understand that Ling was also after his cock. Licking Val's mouth had been her way of telling the blindfolded woman that she too, wanted to play with his love muscle. The two shared Joe, with Ling helping Val to find him during those awkward seconds when he slipped from her mouth and she was unable to locate him.

The monstrous prick pummeling her cunt slowly withdrew, and Val heard what she took to be his finishing up by jerking off... an seconds later she felt him shooting line after line of jizm onto her stomach and breasts. He rolled off the bed and was replaced by another, but this was a woman, who attacked Val's wide open cunt with a gusto that amazed Val in its intensity.

Then Joe came, with Ling holding his penis and directing his ejaculate onto Val's face. Moments later, Val felt a second barrage of semen splattering across the bridge of her nose and that part of the blindfold covering her left eye.

My goodness, how many men are there? And why am I the focal point of their seminal discharges?

There was no time for further reflection. A cunt pressed down upon her face, as a woman straddled Val and knelt on either side of her cum-splattered face.

Val lapped away at her, trying to recall if these juices were those of Ling, or a complete stranger. The stranger won out, for Val decided that Ling's flavor had a particular curry-like taste, and this woman did not. The woman on top was grinding and straining against Val's mouth almost as violently as Val herself was from the woman's mouth at her own cunt.

The woman on top climaxed, and then Val came yet one more time only to come out of her climactic stupor knowing that somehow she was now alone on the bed and that her hands had been released from the restraints.

She lay still, waiting and listening for someone to return and mount her again.

Nothing.

With every muscle in her body aching fro the strenuous ordeal she had been through, Val slowly sat up on the side of the bed. A dim light came on. She saw her red dress neatly draped over a nearby chair along with her purse and shoes. The bed she sat on was a ruin. The sheets were sticky with semen. Her hands went to her face; found it covered with crusted semen as well, as were her arms and breasts. Val's nipples were sore to the touch, her breasts covered with hickies and love bites. And lastly, her cunt lips were puffy, sore to the touch. She managed to get off the bed and took a tottering step toward her dress on the chair.

The door opened, and Ling entered the room; caught Val in her arms and embraced her. Val somehow managed to notice that Ling wore an emerald green dress, with a long slit up the left side.

"Why Ling? Why so many?"

"Not many, Val, not many at all. Just you, me and husband."

"No, there were others. At least one other woman and two or three other men."

"Oh, you mean customers. Yes, many customers watch."

"They did more than watch, Ling. One or more men fucked me. At least two other women went down on me. One of them sat on my face."

"Me... that was me, Ling sat on your face."

"She didn't taste like you, Ling."

For the first time, Val noted a different facial expression on the Asian girl's face. It was a momentary frown. "Oh, so sorry, Val. Maybe customer get carried away. In the darkness of room, cannot tell who is who. Accident. Very sorry, for inconvenience."

"If you wish, I help you clean up. I have basin and washcloth outside door. You sit. I will get them."

Val allowed Ling to bathe her and help her dress. When she was standing shakily on her three-inch heels again, she thought to ask about Joe.

"My husband... is he outside?"

"Oh, yes... Joe waiting. He worried you be mad at him. He think you very, very mad. But that's not so, is it?"

"I don't know, Ling. I just don't know."

With Ling's assistance, Val made it downstairs and found Joe waiting at the entry to the theater, a worried look on his face.

"Hi...."

Val found the one word utterance, soft, sweet and loveable, and she ran to his arms and embraced him, then melted into him.

"Joe, Joe, Joe," was all she could manage.

"I love you, Val. I... wanted to show you just how much, but I might have gotten carried away. Please forgive me?"

Val moaned into his neck. He loves me! He really loves me! She thought, and her tender nipples throbbed at the thought.

"You gave me a night that I'll never forget. I'll bet there aren't many women who can truly say that about their men on their honeymoon."

They returned to Wilmington two days later. It had begun to rain again in Paris as their plane left the ground.



Wilmington Woman's Club Ch. 17



Chapter 17

Val & Joe Do Some Lines

The weekend following their return from eloping, Val's parents threw a party, ostensibly for them, but Val knew it was really a business meeting for her father, who was seldom doing anything else, the real party would be held during the Christmas holidays, with the entire families of Joe and Val attending; in effect, a wedding without the ceremony.

Joe had allowed his hair to grow to a shoulder length, and it was feathered back and gleamed in the afternoon sun. He already had a great tan even though summer had just kicked into full gear. Val's close friends had asked her more than once about him; and if he had a girlfriend. While she suspected he did have a former girlfriend locally, she always replied, "Yes, he does. Me." She was reassured that this was true because he had been with her almost constantly since they'd met. Moreover, Val wasn't looking for trouble, and didn't seek confirmation one way or the other.

As the day slid into evening everyone was getting a little drunk. Val's parents and their friends were dancing to Hooked on Classics, the disco tune by The Royal Philharmonic Orchestra. Most of Val's friends and her sister, Heather, had left to go to other parties. But she and Joe remained behind, mostly because they were allowed to drink, but not drive. Joe was fine with that, which surprised Val to some extent.

His reasoning became a little clearer to her when he got her to the side and whispered if she'd like to join him upstairs.

"Why?" she asked, thinking he wanted to fuck, and being uncertain if she wanted to attempt it while there were people in the house; drunk or not it seemed a bit risky.

"C'mon, you'll see," was all he said.

She followed him up the staircase reluctantly at first, and then feeling the spark of arousal igniting in her loins, with more haste, until on turning on the first landing she realized she was right on his heels.

He laughed that casual laugh of his, and her heart fluttered a tiny bit. "Can we use your parent's bathroom?" He asked with a certain confidence.

"I... I guess," she answered, feeling guilty, but of what she didn't know.

Joe locked the master bedroom door behind them. Val's eyes widened in suspicion, He wasn't going to do it to her in their bed, was he? She thought, and then put the question to him.

"No, that's not what I have in mind."

"Then why...?"

"Have you ever done any cocaine?"

Val shook her head. She had not done anything but some marijuana, and told him so.

"Do you want to try it?" he asked slyly.

"I... I don't..."

"I don't think anyone would notice."

"They won't?"

"No tell-tale smell and we clean up any leftovers."

"Um, sure. Why not?"

He looked at Val mischievously. They had had both smoked pot whenever they had the chance, but tonight was something new.

Joe pulled out the packet of coke, and emptied it onto a mirror that he'd lain on a glass topped coffee table, and began to chop. They sat on the floor close to each other.

"Why don't you put on some music? I have to hear something..."

"Good idea," she said, and ran out to her room and brought back several tapes. Soon the first strains of Toto's, "Rosanna," drifted out of her parents stereo speakers.

"Good choice," Joe said, as he continued separating the coke into several fat lines. "Toto is so cool."

Val watched with interest as he rolled up a twenty-dollar bill.

"Just watch how I do it," he said, intent on what he was doing, not noticing that she was doing just that.

He lowered the bill to the mirror, and snorted up the first line; felt the rush as it hit his sinus cavity. He tipped his head back and sniffed hard.

"Whew! Good stuff!" he said, and handed Val the mirror. "Here, you try it."

Val took the mirror and did as Joe had. He watched as the first wave hit her.

"Holy shit!" Val exclaimed a few seconds later.

Joe laughed at her and took the mirror back for another snort. Juice Newton's "Love's Been A Little Bit Hard on Me," came on, and Joe turned it up a little. Val handed the mirror back to him, and he did his second line.

After Val had her second hit she blurted, "Oh man, this is great shit, Joe. How long have you been doing this?"

Joe shrugged. "Not too long, maybe three weeks."

"Does it cost a lot of money?"

"Yeah, actually; it costs quite a bit for a guy going to school. It helps that my allowance is more than generous."

She nodded. Money wasn't a big deal with either of them, so there was no need to comment on it further.

They sat there for a minute, and then suddenly both started talking at once. They laughed, and started going on about their majors. Val still had no idea what she wanted to do. She was just going because her parents wanted her to. Joe laughed, and said he was absolutely going for a double major, one in Economics and the other in Finance, to aid him in his banking career.

She watched him clench his jaw, and casually passed him the mirror. "Wanna do some more, baby?"

"Yeah, I think I will," he answered. And so it went. For the rest of "Ebony and Ivory," they snorted and talked nervously. Meanwhile the party went on, and they weren't missed. Joe slipped out and got them two beers. Joe drank half of his in one long gulp and leaned back against her parent's bed.

"Oh, man, I feel so wired. But it's great," Val said. "My whole face feels numb!"

Joe giggled, and told her that was par for the course. "My face feels that way too, for that matter, so do my teeth."

"Any more coke?" she asked hopefully.

"Sorry, it's all gone, right up our noses."

"What if we put it on our..."

"Genitals?"

"Yeah!"

"Don't know, but it must be a positive thing. That shit's strong."

"God, I want more," Val said, clenching her jaw.

"That feeling will pass. For now just go with it."

Joe started to flex his hands, and Val could see the muscles in his arm bulging. She licked her lips and took a nervous sip of her beer.

"Let me put on something a little more mellow," Joe said, "It will help you relax."

He flipped through her music and settled on John Cougar's "Hurts So Good."

"Perfect," Val said, "you know, this coke feels good and bad at the same time," she observed.

"Yeah, I know. We probably should have spaced it out a little."

Suddenly all the beer she'd consumed hit her, and with the sudden realization that her bladder was threatening to expel the excess fluid, she ran to the bathroom.

Val shut the door, and looked at herself in the mirror. Her face was flushed; her eyes had a wild look to them. She pushed back her long, brown hair that was feathered just so, and pulled the top of her scooped neckline down so she could see her breasts reflected in the mirror.

Sensing a movement behind her, Val spun around to find Joe leaning against the bathroom door watching her examining her breasts. Defensively, she stammered, "It... it's not what you think... I was just..."

It was then that she saw he had exposed himself; that he was rock hard. He heard her gasp, and his face flushed, as he realized what she was looking at.

"I... I... um," he stammered right back, "This stuff made me... you know."

"Um, maybe we should get back to the party," Val said, not knowing what else to do as she carefully placed each breast back into the dress. She went back into the bedroom and carefully wiped the mirror on her dress before replacing it on her mother's dresser.

Joe grabbed her arm and pulled her to him. He was breathing hard, and his pupils were dilated. His cock stood straight out from his body.

"Joe, I..." Val began. "Not here! We better not do anything else here, Joe."

His cologne set off a flood of images of things they might do with his erection.

"I want you now, Val!"

"I want you too, but not here."

"Your bedroom then," he said with a finality she accepted; although the fear of being caught caused her to attempt to delay the inevitable.

"Someone will hear. Someone will come to investigate."

"Fuck 'em. We're married... we're just married, and horny as hell." He leaned into her, pressed his erection into her hand. She squirmed slightly in accepting it, but started to jerk him off.

Trying to get her to do more than masturbate him, Joe husked, "Baby, you give the best blowjobs... wanna do that for me?"

Even though she wanted to blow him, or do anything he wanted her too, she sensed it was a moment to take advantage of the situation and find out about the other women in his life.

"So, I give great head, huh?"

"You know you do."

"Well just how good is your girlfriend?"

"My... but you're my girl, Val, you're my wife!"

"I've hearing there's another woman, Joe. Who is it?"

"Steph is just... just a girl my parents thought I should date. We went to high school together. Why I... I haven't been out with her in ages."

Val didn't believe him, but she listened.

Not knowing just how much she knew, Joe stammered, "I'm not going to lie and say we didn't have sex, but Val, believe me, she's not you..."

"Of course she's not me."

She saw him start to relax. The beginnings of a smile formed on his face.

Val seized the moment and spat out, "Did she suck your cock?"

And before he realized what he was doing, Joe said, "Yeah... but!"

"Get her to blow you then, you bastard!" Val's face was red with anger, an anger she hadn't felt a moment earlier.

Neither of them realized the cocaine was working overtime.

Val!" Joe said, and the plea in his voice turned the tide in his favor. He touched her arm and she flinched.

"Put..." she pointed at his already shrinking penis.

He tucked it into his slacks, and zipped up the fly.

"Maybe I'd better go. Apparently we won't resolve this tonight," he said, catching her off-guard. She hadn't expected him to capitulate so readily.

"Joe..." she said, and as the word left her mouth, he was kissing her.

She didn't resist. She couldn't resist. There was no way Val could deny her feelings for him. They went into a tight embrace, kissing long and hard. She was amazed at the hunger she had for him after being repulsed on learning he had been seeing another woman.

Joe's hands went to her breasts, clutching and squeezing them, causing Val to moan appreciatively.

"Let me see them," he growled. "Let me suck them!"

She moaned as he lifted each breast out of her dress and mouthed each in turn. Her areoles puckered and pebbled. Her nipples stiffened with the first touch of his tongue, and she realized that she was so wet that there was a possibility she would be dripping on the white carpeting if she didn't have him plug her quickly.

"Oh, God... so lovely," she heard him murmur as if off in another world.

Her entire body tingled, and then convulsed, when he bit down on her right nipple.

"Yessss," she breathed. Hoping it told him she was now ready; hoping he wouldn't make her wait much longer. She needed him between her legs, or she might be coming without benefit of his marvelous cock.

He bit the other nipple, and she cried out in ecstasy. "You like it, don't you, my little slut?"

Val didn't flinch when called a slut. In fact, she loved it!

And as he moved back to the first nipple, she sought out his cock and rubbed it vigorously.

"Fuck you trying to do... make me cum in my pants?" he huffed.

"If you don't use it on me soon... yeah!"

"Ah, so you're not afraid of being caught up here?"

"You want me... right?"

"Yes, I do."

"You want me to suck your cock?"

"That would be nice."

Holding her tightly against him, Joe walked her into the bathroom, closed the door behind him, and pushed her down on the toilet seat and pulled his cock out.

With a brusque laugh, he lightly slapped her face with it. Val made a lunge for it, but he yanked it away.

"Please!" she pleaded.

"You're not mad about Steph and me?"

"No... No!"

"Okay, then suck it, you little whore."

Val's body tingled all over when he talked to like that. No one had ever abused her that way, and she found herself reveling in each scalding word. And when his cock came within range, she pounced on it, licking his cockhead, feigning a painful wince when he tapped it against her nose before tendering it to her guppied lips.

This is... this must be what love is, she thought, and allowed her saliva filled mouth to drool over his shaft, giving it a glistening, almost magical look.

Val had nothing further to say, and concentrated on giving Joe as much pleasure as she could with her mouth and hands. Her nipples were on fire from the earlier biting; her mind was racing from all the coke. Because of her heightened senses, Val could hear music thumping and toilets flushing; even women chatting, all around them and she didn't care. She wanted to suck his cock forever; even tried to deep throat him, and they were both stunned when she managed it.

"Hey slut, you're pretty good. Had a lot of practice at this, huh?"

"Mfffh!"

"How many guys have you blown, huh? And you've nerve to talk about Steph and me!"

Instead of enraging her, Val discovered his words served to inflame her, and she continued to suck and lick his cock and balls as wantonly as the most lust filled female in all the works of fiction.

She moaned loudly when he deprived her mouth of his cock.

"Please... I want..."

"Shut the fuck up! Are you on the pill?"

Val nodded. And Joe pulled her upright, and then turned her so she was facing the mirror over the sink.

He had her dress up over her hips in a flash, and managed to tear the silken panties from her body with one fierce yank. Val's hand reached up underneath him and gave his balls a gentle squeeze.

"Lean forward and put your hands against the mirror."

Even as she complied, his hands, then his mouth were on her ass. Val moaned softly, as he began to lick it all over. His fingers reached between her legs and began to stroke her pussy. It was already saturated with her fluids.

"Wet already, aren't you, bitch?"

"Yesssss," she breathed heavily, and spread her legs wider for him. "I want you to fuck me, sooo bad."

He said nothing, continuing to lick her ass, and rub her cunt, while she pleaded for him to fuck her.

Abandoning her ass, he tongued her pussy; lapping at her sweet nectar while she shuddered involuntarily.

"You taste heavenly," he murmured. Val thought he was going to lick her all night, and resigned herself to coming without benefit of his splendid cock.

Suddenly he rose up, placed his cockhead at her entrance, and said, "Okay, my slut, here it comes, I'm gonna fuck you good."

Val cried out as he entered her, thinking, I'm in Heaven! And when his cock filled her, she couldn't recall ever feeling this good with a cock in her. It must be the cocaine, she told herself.

Joe grabbed her ass and squeezed tightly. Val saw her tit's shaking in the mirror and that added to the many thrilling sensations coursing through her at the time.

"Finger that clit of yours," Joe growled. "I want you to cum hard."

Val nodded, reached between her legs, found her clit and rubbed it furiously while trying to steady herself.

"Ohhhhhhhh," She groaned, "Fuck me, Joe! Fuck meeee!"

Using the powerful influence of the cocaine, Joe pumped furiously for much longer than he was normally capable of doing, and Val's body began to spasm; her cunt had a tenacious grip upon his member, as if she was never going to let him leave her love tunnel.

"Ohhhhh... gonna cum," She wailed.

"Do it! Cum all over my cock."

Suddenly Val's head exploded in a white light as she came. Joe's hands held her in place against him, while all Val knew was that she was coming and coming and that his cock was the sweetest, most lovable instrument she had ever met.

Only when his cock exploded did Joe stop his thrusting. He held her tight as he pumped spurt after spurt into her pussy. Off in the distance, Val heard him calling her name out, over and over again, and she loved him all the more for that.

Eventually he withdrew from her and she felt his cum running down her leg. She wadded up some toilet paper and cleaned herself up. Joe cleaned up as well, and Val heard the distinct sound of his zipper as he tucked himself away.

Val straightened out her clothing, and turned to face him. She thought his eyes shone with a tenderness she had ever seen in him before. It was actually the cocaine, and had she looked at her own eyes in a mirror, she would have seen the same exact sheen in them.

"We should get out of here," Joe said. "We'll be missed, and who knows what people will think."

"Do you care?"

"Only that they don't know we used the coke, baby."

"Do you care about me? I mean, what about that slut you've been seeing?"

"I only saw her to make my mother happy. Her father is president of a bank in Myrtle Beach, and... well, business... you know?"

"Business... yeah, Joe, I know all about business." And she resolved to learn as much as possible about her husband and his business, both private and monkey as soon as she could.

Val & Her Sister, Heather

It was still early enough in the afternoon for the beach to be unbearably hot. Even in the shade of the striped umbrella, Val felt uncomfortable, but she suspected this had less to do with the weather than with her sister's conversation. Heather was telling her that she'd wanted to kill her husband the moment she'd found out.

"I wanted to smash his face in. I was going to do it when he was sleeping."

"Oh, come on," said Val.

"I mean it. I wanted to smash his face in. Kill him, then leave the country."

They were on the southern tip of Wrightsville Beach, an isolated cove far from the cluster of hotels and condos. The house their parents owned was just seventy yards away, overlooking the beach.

"This was after I found out about his little bimbo. He used to come home from the office, tell me he was working after hours on this important account. I believed him. Her name was Felicia. I wanted to kill her, too. I kept wishing I'd come home and find the two of them in bed together so I could kill them both. Then I'd come down here to hide out." She glanced at Val, and said, "But this is the first place they'd look for me, isn't it?"

"Probably," Val said.

"This was right after Halloween, when I found out. It was a Sunday night; a woman in the building was giving a Halloween party. I went dressed as a sexy witch. Doug went as a warlock. Some guy dressed like Dracula was chasing me all over the place, telling me he wanted to bite me on the neck. Doug had the gall to tell me later it made him jealous. Meanwhile he's screwing her... this little minx, two, three nights a week. And he's jealous of me being chased by a drunken Dracula."

She shook her head in wonder. A drop of sweat rolled down her cleavage. "He called her later that night."

"He did?"

"That's how I found out. I got up to pee -- I always pee all night long after having too much wine, don't you? Well, he wasn't in bed when I returned. This is three in the morning. I think, where's Doug? Is he in the other bathroom? But, no, he's not. Overwhelmed by curiosity -- and who wouldn't be? I went out into the hall, and see a light burning in the office, and I call out, 'Doug?' and I hear a click. Click. Just a tiny click, but I know it's somebody hanging up a phone. It's an unmistakable sound. Three o' clock in the morning, and my husband's making a phone call down the hall.

"Well, he comes out of the office wearing nothing but pajama bottoms and a shit-eating grin, he tells me he had to look up a word in the dictionary.

"A word?" I say. "Driving me crazy," he says, "Couldn't sleep."

"A word?" I say again. "What word?" I'm still believing him, see? I'm still thinking I'm wrong about that click. "Eohippus," he tells me. That's the word he was looking up at three in the morning. "You mean the horse?"




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"Yes, exactly," he says, "But how do you spell it? That's what got me up out of bed." And he promptly goes back to bed, and is snoring in ten minutes with his hand tucked between my legs.

"The next day it bothered me a little. More than a little, let me tell you. But, there are stranger things than a man looking up words in the dictionary at three o'clock in the morning. Ah, but then the phone bill comes on the eleventh of the month... like fucking clock work."

"Uh-oh," Val said.

"Indeed. Listed under long-distance calls at two-forty-eight in the morning is a call to Cambridge, Massachusetts. Twelve minute call, so maybe I wasn't wrong about that click. I'm not a complete dummy. I call the phone company, tell them the number is unfamiliar to me, can they please let me know to whom it is listed? I was very cool, very calm, to whom, mind you, even though my fucking hand is shaking on the phone. The operator tells me the phone is listed to one Felicia Brownstone, who happens to be a junior something or other at Doug's company, who by the way curtsies me half to death every time I go up there. Nineteen years old if she's a day, and my husband is calling her at two-forty-eight in the morning. That's when I first wanted to kill him... kill them both."

"I'm glad you didn't," Val said.

"Cooler heads prevailed," Heather said, and smiled.

She herself looked nineteen when she smiled. A big girlish grin cracked her face, blue eyes squinching shut. Thirty years old, and still looked like a teenager, firm cupcake breasts, flat tummy, the long legs and lithe body of a team swimmer -- which she'd been in high school. No children, which was a blessing, Val thought.

"I called a lawyer recommend to me by the woman who threw the Halloween party. She's been divorced three times herself. She had me put a tail on Mr. Sudden hot-pants, and it turns out I was mistaken in that he wasn't screwing young Felicia blind, two, three times a week. He's screwing her deaf, dumb and blind every day on his lunch hour, plus the two, three times a week he has to work late on all those important accounts of his. You should hear the fucking tapes..." Heather paused, then laughed, "Fucking tapes is exactly what they are, Val."

"You've got tapes?"

"Well a tape. I'll play it for you some night over a bottle of red wine."

"You've got it?"

"Well, no, it's in the lawyer's office. And you should hear Felicia delivering her lines: 'I just adore sucking your gweat big dick, golly gee; I can cum heaps sucking that big bee-yoo-ti-ful dick of yours, Dougie.' The little bitch!"

"Don't tell any of this to Joe when he gets here," Val said.

"When will that be?"

"As soon as he can get away. Something important came up."

"Well, for your sake, I certainly hope it wasn't his dick."

"Heather!"

"I'm sorry, Val. I'm just being a real bitch today. I guess I'll have to see if I can get laid tonight."

"Heather! What's gotten into you?"

"It's what's not getting into me that's causing the problems these days. Have you ever?"

"Have I ever what?"

"Cheated on Joe."

"No, of course not!"

"Has he ever...strayed on you?"

"No..." Val paused, gave the question more thought, then said, "No, definitely not. I'd know if he did."

"Of course you would," Heather said, and lit a cigarette. Exhaling the smoke, she said, I've been with ten men since I found out about him." The last word was laden with scorn.

"If my lawyer knew, he'd kill me."

"You ought to be more careful."

"Not as long as I have that tape."

"Was Joe your first one?"

"No," Val said.

"Who was?"

"A boy at Duke."

"You never told me."

"I feel funny telling you now."

"I was a virgin when I married Doug." Suddenly her voice broke. She snatched a lace-edged handkerchief from her handbag just as the tears welled up in her eyes. "I hate that bastard, I really hate him. I can forgive her, she's just a dumb impressionable...no goddamn it, I hate them both!"

She covered her face with the handkerchief and began sobbing uncontrollably into it.

Val didn't sleep well that night, wondering if Joe would cheat on her.



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Wilmington Woman's Club Ch. 18



When Janet reached back between her legs to rub her clit while being fucked. Howard dropped a hand from her tits and wet his thumb, then placed the wet thumb against her puckered anus and began to push as if it were a button. As the thumb slowly slid into her ass, Janet yelled, "Motherfucker!" and began to buck and shake almost uncontrollably.

Howard and Janet were still coupled. Willie had already cum in her hair; with several large gobs easily seen spread across her forehead. Howard came and his ejaculate seeped out of Janet and along with her own juices was dripping down her right thigh.

Howard continued pumping into her and she was enjoying the aftershocks too much to really care what happened to her afterward.

Two minutes later, Janet was standing and leaning against the counter finishing off the last of the Champagne.

"That was nice. See ya fellas," she cooed, and half-stumbled out of the bathroom, paused to get her bearings in the kitchen, then pushed through the doors into the main ballroom, indifferent to the stares of the men and women standing and sitting nearby; and totally oblivious to the gobs of semen in her hair that everyone could see and began talking about.





Wilmington Woman's Club Ch. 19



February, 1984 - Laura Meets Lou 

The situation felt weird, but good. Laura hadn't kissed anyone in months, not since she'd broken up with Marta and Milton and their friends.

Now, here she was on a date with some guy who was barely eighteen, of course she was not quite nineteen, but there seemed to be a world of difference between them. She'd only gone out with him at the insistence of her only friend, Nellie.

But Justin had one thing going for him, persistence. Laura knew damn well that he wanted to kiss her following the movie, and was playing the bitch, teasing him, but leading him on until there was nothing either of them could do but kiss in the front seat of his Chevy.

To her surprise, he was a fairly good kisser, at least by her standards. When her mouth opened to receiver his tongue, he seemed to relax into the kiss and began touching the warm skin of her lower back. His tongue jutted further into her mouth -- too far, and somewhat leaden, she thought. She shifted, and he pressed his crotch against her thigh. He was hard. 

Of course he's hard, she thought, I've been teasing him forever.

He jerked his hips against her and suddenly pulled her body against his, rolling her on top of him. Heat jolted through Laura's abdomen, and her cunt suddenly felt heavy and thick. 

"You are so pretty..." he mumbled, fumbling with the hooks on her bra. 

"Here, let me help," she said, not wanting him to tear her clothing.

Laura had always dated older guys. Well, in her limited experience, that is. Dwight had been twenty-one. She had no idea how old Milton and his friends were, but if pressed she'd have guessed forties and fifties.

Justin's being younger felt good. For one, she knew she could control him. He would go only as far as she wanted him too. The problem, if it was a problem was her hunger, her seemingly insatiable hunger for sex. 

He's too young... but his hands are already squeezing my tits.... 

She sighed, removed her bra, and then shimmied out of her skirt, feeling positively sluttish sitting there in her panties while he watched. He growled and pounced on her right breast like a three-month old baby late for its two AM feeding.

Laura allowed him to suck each breast for several minutes, reveling in the wonderful sensations his mouth was wringing from them.

But she felt a stronger need eventually, and attacked his belt buckle, then his trousers, until she managed to fee his silken appendage. She leaned in, kissed the thin line of hair on his taut belly. Justin was skinny, but wiry, and gasped out loud when she bluntly told him that she wanted to taste him.

Laura hovered for a few seconds, breathing on his cock and watching it twitch expectantly. She ran the tip of her tongue lightly over the head and kissed it with the gentlest pressure she could create. 

She was wondering if he'd like it if she nibbled her lips around the flaring edges. She told herself, If this puppy's stuttery breathing is any indicator he will. 

But as her mouth descended on him, Justin gasped, his cock jerked in her mouth, and he came, spewing the heaviest load of cum Laura had ever encountered.

She was unable to handle it all, and started coughing and spitting until an air passage opened in her throat. She still had him in her fist and rubbed the hot, velvety flesh of his knob over her lips and swallowed the remainder of his sperm.

"I... I didn't mean too..." he whined.

"It's all right; you'll get it up again. 

Her words were comforting to him and he sighed, "Yeah, I will, and soon too."

"So in the meantime..." Laura hissed in his ear, "Why not find out what I taste like?"

Like many younger men, Justin had some doubts about going down on a woman. He'd heard they smelled, and there was a rumor he couldn't quite shake, that some women, when aroused, clamped their pussies shut on the guy's tongue, and smothered them to death. That one he doubted... but where there's smoke there's fire, he told himself.

"Come on baby, touch me!" Laura couldn't believe she'd uttered the words. 

But Justin snaked his hand between her thighs, and parted her panties. His touch was a little rough, but she was so wet that it didn't matter, as long as he kept at it. He stuck a finger inside her and wiggled it, then held still. So much for exquisite preliminaries, she thought. "I think I want you inside me," she whispered. 

"My... my mouth?" he gasped.

"Are you hard again?"

He had to take a moment to examine himself. He was semi-hard. 

"Yeah," he told her.

Laura fumbled for her purse, found it, and rummaged around until her hand closed on the rubber she carried... just in case.

She placed the shiny-wrapped condom in the palm of Justin's hand. "Here, put it on!"

"Would you put it on for me?" he said huskily. 

"Hmm, all right, I'll do the honors." Laura ripped the foil with her teeth, spit wetly into the tip before rolling it down his prick, and then straddled him. He slipped into her easily. She was excited, and the thrill of insertion was palpable, but as her body got used to him and his arrhythmic thrusts, she was aware that any pleasure she was going to get was going to come only from her. She began to slow his spastic movements down by pushing her weight against him, drawing up slowly to savor the sensations the ribbed condom on his cock was causing. His eyes were closed. She wondered if this was the first or second time he'd gotten laid.

It was actually Justin's third time in the saddle, but that didn't mean he was getting any better.

He didn't last long. She rocked against him as he convulsed, squeezing her cunt muscles in the hopes that it would somehow make him last a few more seconds, but it didn't happen. She rolled away from him almost totally unsatisfied.

She fought to keep from grimacing when he went rhapsodic, "Wow... that was... like wow!"

Laura's pussy felt empty with need and it was obvious he was finished for the night.

"Hey, Justin?"

"Wha'" he managed sleepily.

"Take me home. You look like you're going to fall asleep. Wake up, and take me home, sweetie."

He did, while Laura resolved to find a man who was adequate. No, he needs to be more than adequate. He needs to dominant me, she thought, and nodded to emphasize the fact. Yeah, he needs to tell me what to do and make me want to do it.

****

Lou Cordleone was slim and quite short, but smooth, one might almost say polished in a rugged sort of a way. Lou was certainly a loner; a predator if you will, not one to mix with others, preferring to have the field to himself. He made many women nervous by his presence, finding him cold and callus. Some women actually felt threatened by him, although he had done nothing to them to warrant it.

He was, without a doubt, a cruel person, and some women found that attribute attractive. Laura was one of them.

They met in the Barbary Coast, a decidedly seedy bar in Downtown Wilmington. He hadn't even bought her a drink. They'd met with both of them coming out of their respective rest rooms.

"Was yours as filthy as mine?" he inquired pleasantly enough.

Laura laughed and replied, "I couldn't sit down; that filthy enough for you?"

"No, but it's nice to make your acquaintance."

She realized that unlike most men in this situation, he hadn't smiled at her. It occurred to her that he had a dangerous, almost animal-like aura to him, and that appealed to her.

For his part, Lou intuitively recognized a possible submissive immediately. He tested his theory quickly enough, saying, "I'm about to leave. Want to come with me?"

She took his arm, and without another word they left the Barbary Coast for his apartment. 

****

Two minutes after entering Lou's dingy apartment, Laura was naked and on all fours in front of him.

"Touch yourself," he said in a monotone.


She did and for the first time since partaking in the mini-orgies with Marta and friends, Laura felt a burden lift from her shoulders.


Lou sneered at her and said, "You like me bossing you around, don't you?"

Laura nodded and frigged herself faster.


He moved behind her, spit on her ass and told her she was nothing but a common slut.

Laura never tried to turn and look at him, but kept masturbating.

"Show me how wet you are, slut." With only the slightest hesitation and that because she really didn't want to end the pleasure she was feeling, she dropped to a knelling position and held out a glistening finger for his inspection.

"Lick it clean."

Laura placed the finger in her mouth; slowly closed her lips on it, and sucked it as if it were a tiny penis.

"You have a decent body," Lou said. "How old are you?"

"Nineteen," she replied and waited.

"What do you think of this?" he asked, curious as to her reply.

"What... what do I think? I don't quite understand the question."

"Did I tell you to stop jilling off?"

"No... no you didn't." And she quickly resumed touching herself.

"Have you started to fantasize where this is leading?"

A quick nod of her head told him she had.

"Would that be one cock, or several cocks?" 

In a voice that Laura does not recognize, she answers "Lots... lots of them." 

"Would you like to see mine?" Without waiting for her answer, Lou exposed himself to her. He was average sized, uncircumcised, and the head of his cock was slightly larger than his shaft. This was somewhat unusual, as Mother Nature usually sees to it that the shaft is the thicker of the two so as to allow the head easier penetration.

"Crawl over to me," he said. 

Laura moved to him on hands and knees and paused before his hanging appendage.

"Smell it!"

Her nostrils flared as she followed his command.

"Know what that is?"

"I... I'm not sure."

"It's called smegma."

"I don't..."

"Of course you don't know it! But you have it too. If you examine my cock closely, you'll see a kind of thick, cheesy secretion in my prepuce. Do you see it?"

"I... yes, I think I do."

"You do. I left it there for you to find... and eventually taste. Females have it too. It's found around your clit and on your smaller lips. Haven't you ever noticed the smell?"

"Um, yes... I have noted a strange odor."

"It has an almost aphrodisiac power. I confess to smearing it behind my ears when I'm looking to pick up someone like yourself."

"I... I didn't notice it," Laura admitted, wondering why she had not, for it did have a strong pungent aroma to it.

"Most people don't consciously notice it. But their subconscious certainly does. Oh, yes, it certainly does."


Lou pulled back his foreskin and revealed what appeared to be a definite, cheese-like substance.

"Use your finger, take a sample and taste it."

Laura did as she was told, and tried not to make a face when the smegma reached her taste buds.

"It does taste like a cheese... and it sure smells like one of the more powerful cheeses," she haltingly admitted.

Later, Laura would tell him that the taste of it made her cunt clench. But at that moment she waited for his next command.

"Now you tell me, little miss hot twat, where do you want it?"


"In my mouth, please," Her voice was husky with desire.

"I think not. Now get back down on all fours." Lou watched her face for any sign of rebelliousness, and found none.

"You can start touching yourself anytime now," he said reminding her of where she'd left off.


He allowed her to masturbate for three minutes, and when he saw her really getting into it, stopped her, saying, "Now get your ass over here," patting the sofa next to him.


With an eagerness he found amusing, she clambered to her feet and sat on the edge of the sofa cushion.

"I didn't tell you to sit down, did I?"

Laura blanched at his words and eased herself off the couch and into a crouch. 

"Turn around, face the sofa, and present your ass to me."

When Laura had complied, Lou stood behind her and pressed his cock lightly between the lips of her cunt. 

Laura sucked in her breath and didn't dare breath until he slowly, almost imperceptibly, began sliding his appendage into her.

Laura bit her lower lip and it began to bleed.

Lou kept moving at the slowest pace imaginable, and Laura found that she was grinding her teeth to avoid groaning with the anticipated pleasure his full length would be bringing to her.

He took at least a full minute to fully enter her. To Laura, it was exquisite torture.

He flexed his love muscle a couple times, knowing she could feel every nuance of movement.

Then, just as slowly as he'd entered her, he backed out. He waited to see what her reaction would be. Would she try to keep him inside her? 

But something told Laura not to resist; to go along with whatever he had in store for her. Then she would be amply rewarded.

Holding his cock in one hand, Lou teased the lips of her cunt with it, and after tiring of this light torment, he sent his cock back into her, if possible, more slowly than before.

Laura began to moan.

Lou was waiting for it and slapped her behind three times.

Laura squealed out with the first contact, but managed to contain herself for the next two.

"Bad girl!" he whispered and slapped her five more times.

They passed with nary a whimper from Laura, which pleased him. Still, he decided to let her wait a while before moving on.


Then without any warning, he plunged his member into her, and began a furious fuck, holding her hips to give him leverage as he pummeled her pussy. Laura was groaning with her first climax, when as suddenly as he'd started, he stopped.

He counted to sixty before resuming, but at a much slower pace. This was designed to show her that he was clearly in control. It wasn't long before Lou had Laura in a state where she had no idea as to what was coming next.

He started pounding into her again, stopped, and after a brief respite, eased himself in and out of her pulsing pussy with a slow, regular rhythm. 

The only sounds from Laura, other than her heavy breathing, were soft whimpers of pleasure.

Lou sent his hand to her cunt – felt the wetness oozing out of her. He circled her clit, and she moaned, "Oh, my God!

"Like the way I fuck?"

"Oh, yes... Yes, yes!"


"Don't get to like it too much," he told her. "I'm pulling my cock out soon.'

"Oh, please," she pleaded, "Please don't."

He continued playing with her clit as he fucked her slowly.

Other than the occasional whimper, Laura was silent, as she worried that Lou would stop before the elusive mega-earth-shaking orgasm she anticipated hit.

He felt himself readying to explode, and gave her two hard thrusts, and then, with a tiny squelching noise, pulled out of her, denying both of them their climax. 

Lou did this with due deliberation, knowing the act would in all probability bind her to him to do with as he wished in the future.

Laura was crying silently as he dressed. 

"Get dressed, Laura, time for you to go home."

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why did you stop? I was so close."

"If it's any solace, I didn't cum either."

"But why?"

He ignored her question, tossing her dress at her. "When you're dressed, write your name and phone number down on this card," he said, flicking a business card in her direction that landed at her feet.

After she had donned her dress, Laura bent down and retrieved the card, picked up her purse, found a pen and scribbled the information down and handed Lou the card.

As she was wedging her foot into a shoe, he spoke, "You need a ride, or are you close enough to walk?"

"I... I'll walk," she said sniffling twice to hold back the tears she knew would be forthcoming.



Wilmington Woman's Club Ch. 20







Wilmington Woman's Club Ch. 21



Chapter 21

Laura & Lou

Laura got very little sleep that night. She kept wondering why Lou had deprived himself as well as her of coming. She fretted about the matter during her work day, drawing comments and glances from her co-workers throughout the day.

And on retiring for the evening that night, sleep evaded her best efforts, until at 1:30 she called Lou's number.

To her surprise she did not awaken him. It was as if he were waiting for her to call.

"Yes?"

"Lou? It's Laura."

"Hello Laura, what can I do for you?"

"I... I couldn't sleep."

"Oh... have you tried NoDoz?"

That caught her off guard and she stumbled, saying, "Um, no... I... I was thinking..."

"Thinking about sex, Laura?"

"Um... yes... um, no... Oh, I don't know what I'm thinking."

"But you can't sleep," he said, making it a statement of fact.

"Right... I was wondering..."

"You know where I live?"

"Yeah... I think so."

He gave her the address, waited while she wrote it down, then said, "Be here in twenty minutes. Don't be late, or I won't answer the door."

"But..."

"Shut up, and get your ass over here."

He hung up before she could utter another word.

Laura glanced at the bedside clock, jumped out of bed, ran to the bathroom and peed.

She brushed her teeth, and threw on the same dress she'd worn the night she'd met him; and hurried out the door after making sure she had her house and car keys.





Wilmington Woman's Club Ch. 22



Chapter 22

Katy Becomes Disabled 

Just prior to Christmas, Katy Dide, sick and tired of the long hours involved in the lay-overs involved in her job as an airline stewardess, took advantage of an accident that occurred when a sudden turbulence caused her to take a violent fall, hurting her back and right leg. Katy was helped from the plane after it landed, and taken to the hospital for further examination, was admitted, and remained in the hospital for three days.

Katy took two weeks off, one for being disabled by the accident, and another two as vacation time after telling her superiors that she was still feeling a lot of discomfort and needed the extra time off.

She returned to work but worked helping out at the ticket windows rather than fly as a stewardess. On the second of March, Katy made arrangements to have her own physician, one Dr. Marion Fissurelli, examine her further. She had met Dr. Fissurelli on the golf course several months earlier; had dated him once, and found that he was attracted to her. But then she met Jessica and Walter, and had not bothered returning his calls.

"I had hoped to see you under different circumstances, Katy. But needless to say, I'm happy to see you again. Now what seems to be the problem?"

"I'm a stewardess with Piedmont, and during some turbulence on a flight I fell as we were coming into Wilmington. I banged up my leg... um, they took care of it at the emergency room. And I had a short hospital stay for my back. That was during the holidays. I've returned to work... not as a stew, but doing odd jobs where needed. But I'm really concerned about my back. I don't know if I can fly again. It really hurts, and well... I don't know, but aren't back injuries serious?"

"Some are very serious, Katy, but why don't we have a look, eh?"

Katy groaned as she removed her blouse, and took off her bra although it wasn't necessary for Dr. Fissurelli to check out her back.

She saw immediately the effect that baring her breasts had on him, and thought about being in the hot tub with Walter and Jessica until her nipples hardened; knowing it would further excite Dr. Fissurelli.

As the exam proceeded, Dr. Fissurelli hemmed and hawed, then told her, "Katy, I don't think there is anything inherently wrong with your back. Just take it easy for a couple days and you'll be as good as new."

"But Marion, may I call you Marion, Doctor?"

"Yes, yes, of course, Katy."

"I... I really hurt my back, and going back to work will probably cause me to worsen the situation." Before he could reply, Katy ran her hand over his burgeoning member and cooed, "Why I'd do almost anything if you could say that I had some sort of disability because of my fall."

"You... You'd do anything?"

"Almost...."

"And what might almost include?"

"It might include a blowjob here and now."

"Umm, well..." He was already taking his dick out. "Let me tell my receptionist that we'll be busy for a while, so she won't interrupt us."

"That's a good idea; you won't want to interrupted, Marion."

Katy waited until Dr. Fissurelli finished with his receptionist, then knelt at his feet with her hands on his knees and gently forced his legs apart.

Fissurelli braced himself against his desk, as her hands moved knowingly up his thighs until they reached the bulge in his slacks. Katy looked up at him and placed her hand on his erection, rubbing it until he groaned aloud.

She smiled up at him hefting his cock in the palm of her hand. "We're going to have so much fun," she said, as she examined him. "Hmmm, oh, my, you're a nice big boy aren't you?" 

He was average sized, and not circumcised, but she spoke more for effect than anything else.

Katy skinned it back until the head of his cock was fully revealed; and planted a soft wet kiss on the tip. She kissed it again, and that turned into a French kiss that had her tongue swirling around the crown and buckled his knees.

"Do you get many blowjobs, Marion?" she inquired innocently.

"Nuh... no!"

"Do you like it so far?" she asked before engulfing the entire cockhead and sucking forcefully on it.

"Oh, YES!"

"Ummm, you have a sweet taste!" she said after taking him from her mouth. "Let's get these trousers off, shall we? I want to see those big balls of yours."

Moments later, Marion stood with his slacks and boxers pooled around his ankles.

"You really have a beautiful cock, Doctor."

"Can I play with your breasts?" he asked in a small voice.

"Of course you can. May I lick those big balls of yours? I promise I won't do anything to hurt them."

"Um, yes, sure... of course."

As he touched her breast, Katy reached around him with one hand and grabbed his ass. The other hand circled the base of his cock and then she proceeded to rub him over her face and mouth, taking pains to insure that she wet him thoroughly in the process.

Feeling his legs shake, Katy had the doctor sit down in his chair and resumed rubbing him over her face while humming happily to herself.

"Mmmm, I just adore your big old cock. Mmmmm, oh, yes, I sure ... suck, suck, suck... do!"

The warm saliva in her mouth began to accumulate, and she spit on the head of his cock and watched delightedly as it ran down the length of him on opposite sides until it reached his testicles.

Katy closed her eyes and said a silent prayer of thanks to the tricks Jessica and Walter had taught her about fellating a man. She tightened her grip on his as her head began bobbing up and down.

Whipping him from her mouth, she told him: "My goodness, I don't think I can get all of this marvelous wiener down my throat!" This, of course, was a lie, but made the doctor feel like a king.

Several sucks later, she removed him from her mouth, and holding him in both hands, began jerking him off and licking his testicles, using her tongue to lick figure- eights on each in turn. 

She looked up at him, swept the hair from her face, and asked, "You want to tell me when you're gonna come, honey? I'd like it if you came all over my face. Would you like that?"


His breathing changed ever so slightly before he replied, "Oh, yes! Yes, I'd certainly like that!"


"Okay, I know you're close, honey, let's see what we can do to make it really nice for you."

Taking him back into her mouth, she swirled her tongue over his cockhead, 

His cock began to expand, and she quickly removed him from her mouth and pointed him at her face. Seconds later he erupted, splashing a gob of cum on her right cheek. This was quickly followed by a second, long string of gooey semen that went from her right eye to her chin. 

Katy closed her eyes, and continued jerking him off. He followed with successive spurts that hit her on the temple, ear, and hair. When his penis finished pulsing, Katy kissed it and licked it clean, then slowly scooped up the remnants that were plastered over her face and swallowed them, the good doctor having refused her offering to him first.

Katy went to the sink and washed her face and hair off and dried herself with paper towels while the doctor fixed his trousers and replaced his white smock.

"So, we have a deal?" she said.

"We do. Let's see, can you be back here in three days?"

"Whatever for?" she asked innocently.

"I'll need to examine you further. Back injuries require it. Then too, you'll need a certain amount of x-rays, and documentation to support your claim."

"And another installment of payment?"

"Mmmm, that too."

"Well, you're the doctor."

"Katy, would you by any chance be free this Saturday?"

"Yes, but you wouldn't be thinking of taking me out in public would you?"

"Oh... right. Can't do that, can we?"

"No, but here's my address, come on over... say eightish? We can test my back in other ways... all right?"

He smiled, "Saturday, eightish it is."

*****



Wilmington Woman's Club Ch. 23



Chapter 23 

Laura & Lou – Part 3 (Early March, 1984)

Lou let her contemplate the situation for a moment, and then attached a clamp to each nipple. As he tightened them, her breath audibly registered the new sensations. 

"Grab the bedpost and lean over so I can see your ass."

Biting her lip, she complied. Without waiting for her next question, he began spanking her. Slowly at first, he began slapping her cheeks, spreading them around so that in no time at all they were rosy red, with his hand prints evident on her firm buttocks.


She managed to remain silent, merely grunting every so often. But with time, the slaps came more rapidly. Now each swat produced a moan, or an attempt to deflect it. Time seemed to have stopped for Laura. 

He switched from spanking her with his hand to using a paddle that quickly turned her rear a bright red. Then, just a suddenly as it had begun, it was over. He went into the bathroom, leaving her to compose herself.

What next? Laura asked herself as she rubbed her hands over her very tender rump. But her thoughts changed from speculation to apprehension when he returned with a black cloth in his left hand.

"I'm going to blindfold you for a while." He said, while covering her eyes and tying a knot in the cloth. She couldn't see a thing. Taking her hand, he led her around to the edge of the sofa. She felt the cushion pressing against her shins.

"Lie down," he said in a monotone, providing no indication of what was to come. She felt another twinge of fear, but did as asked without comment. As she lay there waiting, she took stock of what had happened to her thus far and was surprised to discover her arousal had grown, and now her concern was that she would stain his sofa with her juices.

"A towel?" she said, the plea in her voice obvious.

"A towel, why?"

"I... I'm afraid I'll stain your sofa... I'm getting ... excited down there."

"Good girl. I appreciate your anticipating spotting my sofa."

He was gone for a moment, and needing release, Laura started to touch her clit, but Lou returned and caught her in the act. He slapped her across the face. It was a light slap, but it was just as effective as if he'd hit her as hard as he could. She had not heard him return, and that had surprised her more than the slap itself.

Lou tucked a large towel under her, and a moment later she heard a match being struck, and smelled the odor of sulfur. 

He's going to burn me! And she nearly panicked at the thought. 

"STAY STILL!" Lou yelled into her face. And she froze, save for the trembling that she could not overcome. Her sense of hearing began to compensate for the loss of sight, and she sensed his presence leaning over her. A moment later he began removing the nipple clamps.

Jesus! I'd forgotten all about them!

A second later the first drop of wax from a candle fell four inches, landing on her left nipple.

Laura screamed.

When the expected pain did not come, she started to relax her rigid form only to repeat the action as the second drop of heated wax splattered on her other nipple.

"Oh, God, I thought..."

The slap of his hand on her breast was sharp and surprisingly painful, as it was unexpected. Laura lost control and began to cry.

He paid no attention to her, and continued to drip molten wax on her nipples. Eventually, she stopped crying, and what Lou did next brought her to the edge of the orgasm she had sought for so long.

Unbeknownst to her, Lou had taken some shaved ice from a bowl, and allowed it to melt in the heat of his mouth while at the same time the wax began to cool and harden on her nipples.

He deftly removed the molds of wax from each breast, and put them aside. He would keep them as a souvenir of their first time together. 

Laura's first thought was that her nipples were numb. She failed to realize this was a combination of both the clamps and the hot wax application. Suddenly she felt his mouth upon her! Only it seemed wrong. His tongue was not a heated muscle, but cold, seemingly indifferent to its surroundings.

That changed as he teased each nipple in turn and soon Laura was squirming about on the couch, thankful for the towel under her, for she was cuming ... no, not yet. But she was this close....

Lou spoke into her ear, soft and sensually. "There is one more thing before I remove the blindfold. By the way, did you enjoy the waxing?"

"Well... not at first. But, yes, after I got used to the idea, I found it enjoyable."

His finger rubbed her arm, feeling the goose-bumps confirming her nervousness. "Did you come?"

"No."

"No?"

"No. Well... almost."

"You will, and soon, but first..." He took her hand in his, and brought it to his knee. She realized her sense of touch was more acute since she' been blindfolded. Still, she guessed he'd present his cock to her next. He hadn't released her hand, and as she anticipated, brought it into contact with his erection.

She would never forget this moment. As her fingertips glided over his erection she felt the warmth and softness of his foreskin, akin to a baby's skin. Very slowly, Laura explored its silky surface. Gingerly touching every bump beneath the pads of her index and middle fingers, from the base of his cock to its tip. Enjoying the moment, like an unhurried teen petting for the first time. When she reached the very end of his shaft, her thumb and forefinger rubbed and rolled the velvety texture of his pucker between them. Turning her wrist, she slipped her fingers under the smoothness of his shaven balls, lifting them upward in the curl of her fingers. 

Suddenly he ripped the blindfold off her head. She found herself staring at the beauty of his uncut cock; and succumbing to the lustful desire to feel him inside her mouth, she leaned in closer, and took him between her outstretched lips. Lou arched forward, felt the muscles in the cheeks of his ass grow taut. Laura's arm slid behind him, her palm settling in the small of his back. Drawing him to her, her lips stretched even further, as the thickest part of his member invaded her throat. She was forced to pull back or choke. 

The wet flat of her tongue pressed firmly and then licked slowly across his slit, forcing it to wink as she passed from one side of his glans to the other. 

Beads of perspiration formed on Lou's forehead and upper lip. His meaty, pink tongue licked over his lips tasting the saltiness of his own sweat. 

"Ohhh!" Laura groaned, having momentarily removed his phallic wand from between her lips.

"You taste so sweet!" she gasped, before devouring him again. 

His head fell back, and his eyes rolled in his head at the electric charge that surged through him. His hands went to her hair, he had to restrain himself from pushing her head hard down on his aching prick. 

Laura smiled as she looked up at him, her eyes two dreamy almonds. She knew he liked what he felt. His cock twitched beneath the feather soft touch of her fingers. Her eyes closed as her lips returned to his corona, sliding down to the soft bunching skin at his ridge; her taste buds were dancing with sheer delight. 

Her lips tightened, hollows formed in her cheeks as her head bobbed up and down. Slurpy sounds of wetness could be heard as the saliva of her mouth along with his salty, sweet nectar made his cock a slick tool, easy to swallow. 

Laura's face was a mere blur to Lou, as she bobbed furiously on his musk-ridden cock. Spittle ran from her stuffed mouth to his crotch and from there to his balls.

She plucked him from her lips, and gasping for air, asked, "Can I suck cock, or what?" 

Then her succulent lips were sliding back upon him, puckering his foreskin while she turned her head from side to side, and immersing herself in the silky softness of his velvet flesh. 

She sighed, and allowed her tongue to swirl over around and under his glans. It's side swept over his slit. Her palm slid down his throbbing cock pulling the foreskin taut to his base. Her tongue began to flick the underside of his engorged shaft where his sensitive "T" stood out like embossed lettering. 

Surprising herself with her inventiveness, Laura rubbed at the small of his back and gently squeezed his aching balls, then took him deep. The tip of his prick rubbed against the soft palette of her throat. 

His legs began to stiffen. Laura didn't realize how close she herself was to coming as she humped the air around her; squeezing and releasing her thighs as she tried to draw the seminal fluid from his loins.

Lou emitted a low cry that turned into a bellow, and disgorged his semen into her mouth - over her teeth and gums, with some trickling down her throat. She gagged, and pulled her head back to allow for the remaining spurts. 

She also felt a warm tingling in her clit as his cum spilled down her throat. She continued to milk his spurting cock, her lips tightly sealed over his slick glans, bringing his foreskin with it with each time she swallowed. 

Both his hands were in her hair, as she pushed his foreskin back with her tongue, and then allowed it to swirl around and cleanse the remaining sperm from the head of his cock. 

After he had finished coming, he let her lick and suck on his testicles for a few minutes, then roughly pushed her away. 

Laura pouted as if deprived of her favorite dessert. 

Lou got up on shaky legs, and she watched numbly as he pulled several lightweight ropes from a dresser drawer, yanked her off the sofa, and tied her arms and ankles to a chair. She was relieved the ropes were not uncomfortably tight.

****

"Still want that orgasm. Baby?" Lou asked, as he leaned on another chair.

Laura nodded. 

"What did you say?"

"Yes I would...."

"Very well then, pick a number from one to five."

She hesitated.

"Come on. Pick a number."

"Five."

"Five it is," he said, and opened the top drawer of the dresser, lifted out a box, and presented it to her. 

Opening the box, Laura saw there were five vibrators. He removed the end one, obviously number five. It was about eight inches long, and was studded its entire length.

"Oh, let's make you more comfortable," he said, and trotted into the bedroom only to return with two pillows in his arms.

With a light grunt, Lou stuffed the pillows behind her back. This forced Laura's body forward, and made the ropes around her wrists tighter. Almost immediately, she began squirming around on the chair, seeking a more comfortable position. But was not able to find one.

"Let's begin, shall we?" Lou chuckled without mirth, and brought the toy to the mouth of her wet cunt. Laura heard the faint motor start, and tensed against its insertion into her vagina. She jerked at the first touch, causing him to laugh aloud.

"I didn't think you'd be that sensitive." With a practiced hand, he guided the humming instrument up one side and down the other of her labia. 

Laura bit her lip trying to contain the lustful groan that filled her throat. She failed. "Ohhhh!"

"Oh, indeed! You have a lower threshold than I'd given you credit for."

Laura's head was shaking back and forth as she gradually succumbed to the delightful thrills the vibrator was providing; yet she was embarrassed by her reaction, and mortified by his comment on her low threshold of tolerance. 

My God, she thought, what will I do when he... she refused to finish the thought, and fought to make her mind a blank, only to loudly moan when he increased the vibrator's speed.

"Are you getting ready to cum?"

She refused to answer him and he punished her (if that's what it can be called) by placing the vibrator against her swollen clit.

As Laura strained against her bindings she realized her body was swathed in sweat. 

Lou's free hand alternated between mauling her breasts and stretching her nipples, as he methodically worked her into a sexual frenzy. She bit her lip to help distract her from the need to come. But Lou knew exactly what he was doing, and continued teasing her by running the toy back and forth across the mouth of her cunt with an occasional bump against her throbbing clit.

Suddenly he changed tactics, shoving the vibrator into her cunt, filling her with its thickness and sending its tiny, rapid movements swirling throughout her entire body. 

Laura was moving involuntarily from side to side. Her panting and groans filled the room. Lou waited patiently for several seconds, and then applied powerful pressure to her turgid nipple, drawing her into a vortex of babbling and screams while the intensity of her orgasm hammered, and then completely overwhelmed her.

Lou pushed the vibrator deeper, and grabbed her other nipple. Encouraged by her cries, he pulled and pinched them even harder. To Laura this brought on a deliciously titillating glow that triggered another small but beautiful climax.

"Cum for me!" He yelled, even as she did. "Cum for me!" he screamed into her pain distorted face. Knowing he had made her his slave, if only for a brief time.



Wilmington Woman's Club Ch. 24



Chapter 24 

The Ramirez Deal & Its Aftermath

The deal, as deals go was relatively simple. Ramirez was to supply the cocaine; Conrad would buy it, and bear responsibility for moving it to Genoa, Italy, where it would be combined with the heroin already on hand to manufacture the crack. Conrad had eight airline employees who would transport three-quarters of the finished product back to the states. That meant, Chicago, Washington, DC, Dallas and Denver. New York and Los Angeles were considered to risky, with the DEA having too many agents working those airports. The remainder would be distributed throughout Europe.

Conrad's cost for the initial shipment amounted to $845,000. Two trusted aides, Tony DiVito, and Sticks McGuire, were assigned to transport the money to Ramirez. The weight of the money, (mostly twenty dollar bills) required that two men make the trip.

The men were greeted warmly, wined and dined, even provided with whores for their evening's entertainment. However, at approximately four in the morning, two men burst into both their hotel rooms, threw the women out, and both Tony and Sticks were badly beaten. Tony survived the beating and was sent back to Conrad with neither the money or the cocaine. Sticks was bundled up and tossed into the river where the alligators feasted on his remains.

Although badly hurt, Tony knew he was a dead man for failing to deliver the coke. He was certain that Conrad would not believe him. The fact that he'd been beaten would mean nothing to Conrad and he knew it. So Tony went into hiding, calling an old flame, Ginnie Forman, who came and picked him up, taking him to her place although he was fairly certain no place was safe, he hoped to buy time thinking that somehow Conrad would come to understand what had happened and would not have him tortured and killed.

He did, however, call Conrad and explain what had happened; and that he would not be coming in because Conrad would kill him. However, Ramirez had already called Conrad complaining that the money had never shown up and demanded an explanation.

Conrad almost believed Tony. He had never trusted Ramirez, and had told Victor that after the deal went through he would have Ramirez killed. But Ramirez had sounded sincere, and $845,000 was a lot of money. Two men might have been tempted to take it and run. Conrad decided that in either event the two men had failed him, and had to die. He realized Tony was already hiding somewhere, but also understood that because he owed a shipment of cocaine to his partner in the Netherlands, Ramirez was his primary target. He knew he had better strike quickly before Ramirez fled to Florida where he was entrenched with the Cuban's and other drug lords thriving in the safety of Miami.

He dispatched two of the deadliest emissaries available to him, Chang Clobey, from the Horseshoe section of Jersey City where for years he had terrorized those miscreants who failed to pay their debts to the local loan sharks. The other was an out of town hit man known only as "The Tall Man," there were rumors, and only rumors, that he came from Detroit. But no one knew with any certainty where he came from, and fewer knew what he looked like. No one knew his name. Their assignment was to locate, and if possible, capture or kill Ramirez. Failing that, they were to locate him and let Conrad deal with him personally.

The Tall Man quickly found that Ramirez was in Miami, where he presumed he would be safe. It wasn't long before he found out where Ramirez lived, and how much protection he had.

But before heading to Miami, Conrad got word of Tony's whereabouts and sent Chang Clobey and the Tall Man after him.

Two days later, Chang Clobey forked a piece of apple pie into his mouth and savored the combination of sweet and bitter flavors before swallowing. He finished the last of his coffee, and was signaling the waitress for another, when the Tall Man walked into the diner. Chang waved him over to his booth and he sat down.

"So what the fuck's the deal," the Tall Man said, shooing the waitress away with his big hand. She left in a huff, forgetting to wiggle her rear end for the first time in months.

"We got a loose end. Mr. Kenney (Conrad's alias when spoken of in public.) wants this guy hit," Chang said. 

"Okay, what guy?"

"Name's DiVito, Tony DiVito. He was supposed to pay for a shipment of "C" and didn't, or so Mr. Kenney says. It relates to the Florida thing. We just found out where he's been holed up hoping we'll go away."

"Shoulda known better," the Tall Man said, lighting a thin black cigar."

The waitress, still miffed over being so crudely dismissed, called out, "Hey you, no smoking in here, especially no cigars. Can't you read?" She pointed to the sign on the wall two booths removed from where the tall man sat.

His angry eyes froze her to the spot, and he stood looking even more menacing than he had when sitting. He moved quickly to the wall where the sign hung and tore it down and ripped it to pieces.

"Fuck you, and your sign," he said quietly, but everyone in the diner heard him. All eyes were on the cowering waitress. He bluffed a step in her direction, and she pissed herself, her smock slowly turning darker where the urine ran down her leg.

He sat down with Chang Clobey again. "So where's this cocksucker now?" he asked, and blew a lungful of cigar smoke in the air in front of him. But he was careful it was directed away from Clobey's face.

"Four doors down the street. Apartment's on the third floor. Thing is, sometimes he's got a broad with him, sometimes not."

"She there now?" The Tall Man inquired.

"No, I seen her leave around eleven-thirty."

"So who's watching the place now?"

"We are," Chang said stoically.

"The fuck!"

"Hey, don't get your balls in an uproar. I been watching for six hours, takes patience, this kinda work."

"Way you watch could get us the chair in this state," the Tall Man said sourly.

"I won't tell ya not to worry. Worrying is good, keeps ya on edge and that helps in a tight situation. But I gotta tell ya this here mope thinks he's safe. He thinks we're looking for him in Nevada, and that's why I'm calling him a mope."

The Tall Man ground his cigar out on Chang's plate and stood. "Now, just how the fuck you know that?"

"He told Junior Salvaggio two days ago. You know Junior?"

"The fuck he do that for, he's in hiding? No, I don't know Junior."

Chang shrugged, and said, "Go figure. Him and Junior go back a way's, but you're right, why tell anyone unless you want to leave a false trail."

The Tall Man seemed to relax a little. 

"Makes sense, and anyway here he is, right down the street. Let's go get him and the package. You can report in afterward. Me, I'm gonna pay my respects to a certain blonde whore don't keep any set hours, you know?"

Chang laughed, "I know. I always get horny after a hit . . . but not tonight."

"Tonight?" The Tall Man laughed, it's after three. That's morning to me."

"Whatever," Chang said, putting his left arm into his coat sleeve. "Let's do it."

"Sounds good to me," the Tall Man said. Two minutes later they moved in tandem to the vestibule door. Clobey used a pick to open the entrance door, and they moved stealthily up two flights of stairs.

The two killers kicked the in door at exactly 3:15 in the morning. Tony DiVito had been sound asleep, but the sound woke him, and he was leaping from the bed for a gun to protect himself, when the Tall Man struck him across the face with a weighted sap. Almost unconscious before he fell to the floor, he looked up, saw the second blow as it came down, and then nothing but blackness. 

Chang pulled the sawed off shotgun out from under his overcoat and whirled around the room, expecting to see an accomplice lurking in a corner.

In the bathroom, Ginnie Forman, a 20 year-old junkie, froze as the door caved in and instinctively knew what was coming. Frantically she sought a place to hide. Out of the corner of her eye she spied a clothes hamper overflowing with Tony's soiled clothing. Moving faster than she had in the two years that she'd been on drugs, she raised the hamper's lid, pulled several items out, dropped them on the floor, and climbed in; thanking her lucky stars that she was a petite size. Scrunched into a ball, she found herself on the bottom of the hamper, and quickly pulled clothing over her body, hoping that it was enough to cover her. She had a fleeting thought about the clothing strewn outside the hamper, and prayed that they wouldn't lead whoever it was to her.

The killers began a methodical search for the drugs they hoped were in the apartment. Chang was the one who entered the bathroom. He recoiled at the sight of the soiled clothing on the floor, and avoided it because he had a morbid fear of germs. He kept this to himself, fearing that such a phobia would be seen as a weakness by his peers, and might well result in his being forced out of the mob. He knew there was only one way out, and that was to die. So he had kept quiet about it for years without incident until now. He looked into the toilet, saw and smelled the urine that Ginnie had released from her bladder only minutes earlier. Fighting off vomiting from the combination of soiled clothes and the stench of urine, he flushed the toilet and raised the toilet tank top to peer within, seeing nothing out of the ordinary.

The Tall Man wandered in to help in the search, and miracle of miracles, assumed Chang had dumped the clothes from the hamper looking for the drugs. He ripped the shower curtain off its hooks, and using a screwdriver, removed each and every fixture in the room. They spent another ten minutes looking, and then returned to the bedroom and slapped Tony until he revived.

"Hey Chang, long time no see," Tony said, looking at Clobey out of the eye that wasn't already swollen shut.

"Shouldn't have done it Tony," Chang said, not unkindly. Now you gotta pay up. So make it easy for everybody and give us the package. What do you say?"

Tony didn't know the Tall Man so addressed himself to Clobey. "You know I don't have it. I told Conrad the Spic ripped us off and killed Sticks. Ain't found him yet, eh? Reason I took off is... ah, you know why I took off. And I know what you're gonna do to me. Fuck the both of you!" Tony spat out.

Both men noted the bruises on Tony's face, and the Tall Man tore his shirt off and saw the bandages taped to his broken ribs.

"He's been worked over," the Tall Man told Clobey.

Clobey nodded. He'd known Tony for a number of years and figured him for telling the truth. Ramirez wasn't to be trusted, and Conrad had him figured for ripping him off, but the unwritten law was to kill the messenger.

He sighed and said, "He ain't gonna talk, "I know him a long time. You know he's a made man?"

"Didn't know that."

"Yeah, long time now. But he didn't make a career out of it like some of us."

"Right, he decided to bite the hand that feeds him. Let's go to work on him."

"Naw, he's probably telling the truth," Clobey said quietly.

"Orders is orders," the Tall Man said. Let's get to work."

The two men were good at their work, and tortured Tony, burning him with a cigar, breaking his fingers and thumbs, even beat the soles of his feet with a truncheon. Eventually his screams bothered them in that it was just possible someone might hear them, and call the police. 

It was Chang who first lost his patience, and produced a serrated knife normally used for filleting fish. Waving it threateningly under Tony's nose, he said, "I'm tired of fooling with you, you fucking cocksucker." 

He looked at the taller man and said, "If he really did it let him take it to the grave with him, who cares?"

The Tall Man said, "Hey, we were told to get him. If we recovered the shit, fine, if not do him and leave a message so others will think twice before they try it." 

Chang nodded in agreement, then used the knife to rip open Tony's pants, then pulled out his flaccid cock, and sliced it from his body.

Tony screamed and fainted; but the Tall Man was already holding a gloved hand over his mouth anticipating the scream. Ginnie heard it, and trembling with fear, finished emptying her bladder.

"Poor Tony," she thought, and then began praying for her own salvation.

The tall man removed his hand, and Chang forced Tony's cock into his mouth then slit his throat. Only Chang's phobia prevented him from slicing deep enough to sever the jugular in Tony's neck. There was plenty of blood though, and both men were satisfied that Tony would bleed out in minutes. They took a last look around to ensure they were leaving nothing personal behind and left, fitting the broken door back into the doorframe in order to conceal the corpse as long as possible.

Ginnie heard them going down the stairs, but waited another ten minutes before climbing out of the hamper, and running into the bedroom. It took most of her willpower not to scream on seeing Tony's dick in his mouth and the blood pouring from his throat wound. But her early training as a nurse's aid helped her deal with the problem. Using a towel as a compress, she managed to slow the bleeding significantly. Then she made a phone call to a former lover, Dr. Jim Albertson, a surgeon in the trauma ward at a nearby hospital.

"Remember, Jim," she said tearfully after briefing him, "they'll be looking for any report of a guy with his throat cut. I'll bring him in, but you gotta help me hide him somehow, or they might kill us all."

Dr. Albertson didn't like the possibility that the mob might be looking him up, and wanted nothing more than to forget the call ever reached his ears. But his years of training overrode his fear, and then his instincts kicked in. He knew Ginnie would deliver the patient, and made the necessary preparations to receive him. 

At about the same time he hung up the phone, a derelict on a nearby gurney died, and the doctor was inspired. He took the dead man's paperwork and put it in his pocket. When Tony arrived, the doctor gave him the derelict's papers, and allowed Tony to assume his identity. The derelict was then treated as one Tony DiVito and later buried in Potter's Field. 

The doctor had little difficulty in repairing the wound to Tony's neck, but the decapitation of his penis presented a more troubling dilemma. He did what he could, but couldn't salvage his manhood. For the rest of his life, Tony would have a high-pitched voice; a voice that anyone who'd ever known him wouldn't recognize in a million years.

****

Conrad compiled a team of four men, the Tall Man, Chang Clobey, Sammy Pardo, Fists Spinelli, and himself as the fifth man. They flew to Tampa, reasoning that Ramirez might have someone watching the Miami airport.

They took a suite at the Crowne Plaza, just off US 275, to use as their headquarters, rented two cars, a Lincoln Towncar and a Ford Explorer, and sent the Tall Man and Sammy Pardo to Miami to determine just how they might attack Ramirez with minimal losses. 

Ramirez was holed up, if that is the right expression for the estate he was staying at on Fisher Island, a spit of unincorporated land in Miami-Dade County with some 218 households, and approximately 467 persons, according to the recent census report obtained by the Tall Man, who undoubtedly knew how to find persons in hiding.

"They're ain't but one way in and one way out," the Tall Man said to the group as they sat having drinks in the hotel suite. "It's about three miles from Miami, No bridges, just a ferry, or private boat to reach it. And the people living there are among the richest in the country. That means there is a certain risk of heavy, and I mean heavy heat from going in and killing some people, maybe a lot of people if he has guests, or some assholes get in the way."

"I don't care how many people we have to kill," Gentner yelled.

"Me neither," the Tall Man laconically replied, "but getting off the fucking island without getting caught ought to count for something, you think?"

"We'll get off," Conrad mumbled, obviously disgruntled by the Tall Man's statement of the problem confronting them.

"So, we need a boat," Pardo said. Chang Clobey nodded his agreement.

"Not just a boat," the Tall Man said softly. "We need one of them, whatchacallit's a Cigarette boat."

"Like the ones on Miami Vice?" Fists Spinelli said, showing interest for the first time.

"Yeah, like that," the Tall Man said.

"Shouldn't cost too fuckin' much," Conrad said sullenly. He tended to get that way when things didn't go his way.

"It's not the cost," the Tall Man offered. "It's the kinda trail that boat's gonna leave. They got cameras in the marinas. We don't want our pictures all over the place. Someone's sure to make one of us."

"So what do we do?" Conrad asked, realizing at last that this task was more of a problem than he'd thought it would be.

"I'm not sure," the Tall Man said. "But what I'm thinking is we steal our boat from somewhere's else. Not Miami, per se. Maybe some place south of Miami. I don't know... Key West, maybe, if that's not too far away."

Sammy Pardo said, "Fuel could pose a problem you steal it too far away. And then what's the escape route?"

"Good questions, Sammy," the Tall Man said. "Could be we pick one up north of Miami, we use less fuel that way."

"And," Clobey said, "If we use the same route getting out of there, we'll throw any pursuit off."

"How do you figure that?" Pardo asked as the Tall Man nodded at his question.

"I, um... I'm not sure," Clobey said glumly.

"Then shut your fuckin' mouth!" Gentner barked.

"No, it's good he suggested this," the Tall man said. Everyone was looking at him. They knew he was good, came highly recommended, but he was going against Conrad, and not many did and lived to tell about it.

""Why?" Conrad asked the sneer in his voice apparent to everyone.

The Tall Man turned to face Gentner. "It's an open forum, is what it is. We don't know the best way of approaching the problem. He might have something better next time. The way you yelled at him, will keep him from speaking up when he might have something good to offer."

Sammy Pardo spoke up. "Maybe we should scout out both areas, see what's there for us... like the boat we need... maybe an escape route will show up."

"Yeah, that makes sense," Conrad said. "But it will take a couple more days."

Sammy Pardo, more confident now, said, "We got time. There is no rush, we wanna do the job right. Am I right?"

"I think," the Tall Man said, with everyone listening carefully to him, "we should split into two, maybe three groups."

"How we gonna get three groups? Conrad asked. 

"I'll scout Ramirez's place; find a way in and a way out. Say you and Fists check the area north of Miami for a boat and possible escape routes. Chang and Sammy can do the same south of Miami. We take a day, a day and a half. Chang you go over the mall across the street and buy a half dozen cell phones with 200 minutes on each, we'll all carry one and talk back and forth."

"So somebody finds a good situation they tell the others and we meet back here?" Fists said.

So they split into groups and both units found Cigarette boats, but it was agreed that the ones Conrad and Fists found only three or four blocks from Joe's Stone Crabs in Miami Beach, was so close to Fisher Island that it wasn't worth using them, as they could be easily spotted and that a normal fishing boat would suffice as the distance was so short between the mainland and the island.

A phone call was made to bring Vic down to serve as captain of the vessel, the group having decided they needed five members in the actual assault. 

The Tall Man spent the time until Vic arrived scouting the marina and found a boat whose owners were not in Florida, but in Europe, but kept their boat ready to go at a moment's notice. It was the perfect vessel for them and he went aboard, made certain it was fueled and ready to go.




Wilmington Woman's Club Ch. 24



They went in at two the following morning. Ramirez, although awaiting some type of attack, had relaxed far beyond what any normal person would have. He had summoned his wife and three children from Columbia to be with him. As a consequence of his actions, his men relaxed their vigilance, and were easy pickings for the heavily armed home invaders, who killed them as silently as they did the alarm system guarding Ramirez's residence. 

Although the Tall Man and Sammy Pardo urged him not to, Conrad slaughtered Ramirez's wife before his eyes. But he held out until Conrad threatened to kill his children, only after Conrad agreed to send the children off with the house servants did Ramirez reveal where the money and cocaine were to be found. Conrad got his money and roughly a million dollars worth of cocaine, and then cruelly tortured Ramirez to death. He honored his promise not to harm the children and saw no reason to kill the servants who had not really had a good look at him. They tied the servants and children to kitchen chairs, and left the house without alerting any of the neighbors.

Vic was waiting with the boat, and although the security cameras did take several pictures of the men, none were clear enough to identify any of them.

Two days later, Conrad sent the cocaine to Italy with his contraband carrying stewardesses. All was well in his world, but he sent the Tall Man and Chang Clobey in search of Tony just to tie all the loose ends together.



Wilmington Woman's Club Ch. 25



Chapter 25 

Mostly Girl Talk

Val was delighted with being included in the informal pre-shower meeting that was in progress at her sister Heather's house. 

Janet was carefully laying out several pictures of different style baby carriages for the other women's inspection. 

Val's mother pointed to one of the designs. Janet looked on and said, "Hmmmm, well I think it's between this one, and..." she paused to point at the third photo, "... maybe this one."

Val's mother nodded effusively, and said, "That one. Yes... definitely, that one." 

The front door opened and without turning, Janet eagerly called out, "Bernie?" 

It wasn't Bernie, but Joe Marcolina who walked in and laid several packages on the table in the foyer. "Nope, it's just me," he said cheerfully.

Everyone but Val ignored him.

Heather, glanced at the two choices under consideration and said, "I don't like that one."

Natalie, standing next to Heather, rubbed her nose and said, "Oh, I do."

Heather, waited a second, put a hand on Natalie's shoulder and agreeably said, "I sort of do." 

"I sort of do too; only... damn I need Bernie. Where is she?" Janet threw in, and then leaned closer to give the pictures a more serious look.

Val approached the group with a tray of cups filled with vanilla and strawberry ice cream. She served her mother first and then the other women, saving Joe's portion for last.

But more on impulse than anything else, Joe grabbed a spoon and helped himself to a generous spoonful of her mother's ice cream.

Val's mother, startled and irritated by his action, blurted, "Hey! Get out of there. Get your own!"

"Joe," Val said, intervening before the two adversaries were at one another's throats, "here's your ice cream." And as if speaking to a small child, added, "See, I gave you a very generous a generous portion."

"I don't want that one. I want this one," he said, and dug the spoon back into his mothers cup again.

Bernie, having just entered the room, was embarrassed for Val and her mother, but said nothing as Joe swallowed a second spoonful of the older woman's ice cream. He saw her looking at him and something passed between them.

"What?" Joe asked her.

"Oh... nothing," Bernie replied, and went back into the kitchen to see if she could help out in there.

"It should be this one. Definitely... unless... wait," Heather said, paying no attention to Joe's shenanigans while giving careful consideration to the respective merits of each baby carriage.

Janet, distancing herself from the hostility between Joe and his mother, glanced at a small book lying on the foyer table. Joe must have brought it in, she thought and picked it up and read the title.

"What Shall We Name The Baby?" 

"Oh, look, Val, a baby name book!" Janet called out and waved the book in the air.

"Hey!' Joe growled, irritated that his surprise was spoiled by Janet's nosiness.

All the women gravitated to Janet.

"Look how many names there are!" Janet said as she leafed through the book.

"I wanted that to be a surprise," Joe said, glaring at Janet, who paid no attention to him.

Val's mother, laughed, and said, "Serves you right for taking my ice cream."

"Thank you, sweetie," Val said and gave Joe a kiss on the cheek.

"You too, Janet," and she kissed her too.

Everyone, including Joe laughed, and his rude behavior was put aside.

"Oh!" Val gasped, and her mother and sister were immediately at her side asking her question after question, for they were overly concerned about the possibility of another miscarriage.

"No, no!" Val said, deflecting her sister's arm from her shoulder. The baby kicked. He's been doing that a lot."

"So it's a boy?" Janet yelled.

"No! I mean... I don't know," Val said defensively and risked a quick glance at Joe. "We don't know, honest. It was just a figure of speech, please, let it go."

The baby kicked again, and this time Val laughed and said, "Oh, God... I'm so pregnant!"

"How's Theodore sound, Joe?" Heather inquired.

"Theodore is a fine name, but we don't know that it's a boy." He and Val had agreed to keep the baby's sex a secret for the time being.

"Theodora then," Heather chirped. She was definitely trying to get under his skin.

"We'll pick a name when the time is right," Val said coming to Joe's rescue. Now were we looking at baby carriages or what?"

****

Several minutes later, Joe wandered into the kitchen where he knew Heather kept her liquor, found a bottle of Vodka and began making himself a stiff drink.

Heather sidled up to Janet and Bernie and asked Janet: "So how's that cute guy, what's-his-name, Willie?"

Bernie used the moment to leave and head for the kitchen.

Janet laughed and replied, "Gluck. I have no idea, actually. We went out once, a blind date. Believe me, he's a nice enough guy, but we're not a match."

****

"Hey, Bernie, can I make you one?" Joe said, as Bernie walked into the kitchen.

"Why not? Thanks that would be nice. Is there any orange juice for that?"

"Let's see..." he opened the fridge, took out a container and poured a generous portion into her glass, then added the vodka.

Holding the glass against her cheek for a moment, Bernie gave him a smile that could have meant anything, then went and looked out the window. She had on a pair of tight shorts that rode up high in her ass. 

Joe thought he could see her pussy lips outlined against the tight material, but then again he had a vivid imagination.

God I'm getting a hardon already, he told himself as he smiled at her.

Bernie didn't blink as he eyed her breasts. She wanted him to look at her ample boobs. She had painstakingly prepared for the moment, having housed them loosely in a little silk thing that was off the shoulders and showed her flat sexy tummy right up to where the swell of her tits started. They didn't sag a bit, but were heavy enough that they swayed nicely in the thin material of her top and at the moment her nipples were clearly outlined. 

Turning to Joe, she smiled and said invitingly, "Remember that time back in college, Joe?"

"Never forget it, Bernie."

"It might be nice if you dropped by my place sometime. Like around two or so. My husband just loves his golf. You could find out when and where he's playing easily enough couldn't you?"

"I could, yes," he answered, looking hard at her.

"Do that, Joe. I think we just may have found something beside the vodka we both love."

Joe's throat was dry. His ears listened for sounds of anyone coming, and not hearing any; he cupped one of her soft breasts in his free hand, and kissed her. Her tongue catapulted into his mouth, and she moaned softly as he tweaked the nipple of her breast.

Then she pulled away and said, "Someone will be in here any second." He took a step away from her and caught her hungrily eyeing his erection.

"That looks fun, Joe, now you better get away from me. It might be wise to sit down someplace inconspicuous for a while. Don't want Val or her mother spotting that tent."

****

Back in the living room, Heather was telling Janet about the wonderful food at The Pilot House. "The Shrimp and Grits are better than any Momma ever made."

"I don't know," Janet laughed, "My mother is a great cook."

"Oh, I'm not saying mine isn't, but...."

"Hey there's Bernie!" Val said. "Where'd you get that cool looking drink?"

"Ha!" Bernie answered; "I caught Joe making one and asked him to make me one too."

Val stared at her for a moment, taking in the halter and the tight shorts, and quickly made her way to the kitchen.

Joe was sitting at the kitchen table reading the newspaper and sipping from his glass of vodka.

"Make me one too, Joe, would you?" she asked sweetly. He met her eyes and responded, "Sure babe, just a sec."

Val waited, and Joe stood up, pretended to finish reading a paragraph and then went to the bottle of vodka and, after dropping three ice cubes in a glass, poured two fingers of vodka into the glass and handed it to her. 

"I would have brought you one, but I thought ... because of the baby you weren't drinking."

"I'm not... it's for my mother. I didn't think you'd make her one."

"Nonsense, I'd have made her any number of drinks... um, that didn't sound right. I mean she shared the ice cream with me so why not make her a drink?"

"Nice save, Joe. I'll tell her you don't hate her," and Val turned away, but not until she'd checked his crotch out for a tell-tale bulge.

There wasn't any, Joe had rubbed an ice cube over his balls and gotten his cock to deflate just before Val had stormed into the kitchen.

****



Wilmington Woman's Club Ch. 26



Chapter 26

Late summer, 1984 - Val and Joe

"This is a terrible connection," Val said. "Where are you?"

"At the office," Joe said. "Shall I try again?"

"Maybe I should call you back."

"It's cheaper from here isn't it?"

"Let me call you back, anyway."

"Okay, good," Joe said, and hung up.

She'd been dressing for dinner when he called, and she stood now in bra and panties in the master bedroom looking in the mirror at her bulging belly. 

Seven months along... wow! I look like shit. Frowning with distaste at her pregnant body, Val dialed Joe's number.

"Sexual Deviates, Incorporated," Joe said, knowing it was Val on the other end.

"I wish to request... no, make that report a crime."

"What is the crime, ma'am?"

"Reckless Abandonment," she said.

"Took all the condoms with him, did he?"

"No. He refused to buy more. I'm afraid we ran out of them."

"You...um, didn't try other methods?"

"He has a fetish about putting his thing into nasty places," she said, holding back a laugh.

"Well...that's terrible. How can I be of assistance to you...Miss?"

"It's Ms. Ms. Jones."

"The devil, you say. Well, Ms. Jones...as I said. How can I help?"

Well, I'm standing here wearing nothing but white, high-heeled, ankle strapped sandals, completely naked except for this see through peignoir. You might come right over here."

"And?" he said, his tone betraying his growing excitement.

"And be sure to bring a gross or so of various types of condoms."

"Do you like French Tickler's?" Joe said, managing a modest recovery.

"I love French Tickler's. They seem to hit the spot...every time."

"Do you like a variety of colors?"

"I love different colored condoms. They help create the proper mood."

"Would you want them put to use in...the nasty place?"

"That would be delightful; in fact you needn't use one for that entry."

"It will take me at least two hours to find that many condoms."

"But you will hurry, won't you?"

"You have my word, ma'am."

"Oh...I don't know."

"What? What don't you know?"

"You're a man, and everyone knows that men can't follow directions. You'll get lost looking for all those condoms. Perhaps I should just venture out and grab the first desirable male I see, and drag him home with me."

"I'll call you," he said with a chuckle. "You can give me directions."

"You'll probably want me to put it in for you when you get here too," she said, forcing a whining petulance into her voice.

"Oh, I can find my way on that count, I assure you."

"I'll give you thirty minutes," she said laughing.

"I'll see you in twenty," Joe said, and hung up.

Val pulled her underwear to one side and walked to the full-length mirror. The hairs surrounding her pussy were glistening with her juices.

"I may start without you, Joe darling. Better get that ass in gear."

*****

Twenty-six minutes later, Joe was telling his wife: "I love your outfit Val. I haven't seen you in that before. Looks good on you. Damned sexy."

Val had bought the 'special outfit' two days earlier when shopping with her sister, Heather. Heather had told her it was too daring, but Val had laughed and happily made the purchase, saying, "I'll bet it's worth every penny."

"Well I want to hear if it is," her sister had replied.

Val flushed with happiness on hearing Joe's compliment to her carefully selected outfit, said, "Thanks Joe, I don't know why I put this on today. I just felt like a change. It's nice occasionally to try something new and different, don't you think?"

"If it makes you look that good, I'd certainly have to agree with you, and it does that." His hand moved lightly over her stomach, hoping the baby would move or kick. It didn't, but he was happy and so was Val.

"That's my man," Val said, and then laughed, because her real surprise lay beneath the outfit.

Joe stood up and reached for Val's hand. Without a word Val let him take her hand as she stood up.

"Let's go for a walk in the yard."

The yard wasn't what Val had had in mind, but when he took her hand she went willingly, neither saying a word as he led her around the pool and into the pool house.

Feeling safer within the enclosure, Val took a step back from her husband and held a hand up in a 'stop-wait' pose, and then slowly peeled the outfit away, revealing the see through peignoir and white, high-heeled, ankle strapped sandals, and otherwise completely naked body to him.

Joe took her into his arms and pulled her body close to his. Val slid her hands up onto his shoulders as they went into a lingering French kiss. She felt his hands slowly slide down her back to her ass, which he squeezed. Val wondered what he would do next. One thing about Joe, he was innovative in his lovemaking, she told herself.

"I love the way you dressed up for me, sweetheart," he whispered in her ear.

Val was starting to breathe heavily, her breasts rising and falling against his chest. She sighed, "Joe I... "

But she let her words trail off and she laid her head on his shoulder. The friction against her nipples through the peignoir was causing her to experience a series of little sensuous pleasures. Her fingers opened and closed repeatedly on his chest. Val seemed to have no control over her own body... wanted no control over her own body.

Joe squeezed her smooth bare ass in his hands again and then Val felt his hands lightly glide around her sides, onto her abdomen as he tried to detect any movement from the baby within.

"The baby kicked today... it was the hardest one yet," she whispered into his shoulder.

"I didn't feel anything, earlier," he said.

"You will. If not today, then maybe tomorrow. She moved earlier, Joe. It was the most beautiful thing. Our baby daughter is getting feisty. Soon it will be an everyday occurrence."

"I can't wait. This is super, Val. I really can't wait for our child to be born."

His hands wandered over her stomach and she sucked in her breath when they inched even lower.

"Huh!"

"What?"

"Tickles... you tickle when you do that."

"This?"

"YES, THAT!"

"And how about this?" he inquired as his fingers found her swollen clitoris and pinched it lightly.

"JESUS!" she swore, and when he covered her cunt with his hand, Val panicked and quickly said, "Joe... be careful... the baby... remember the baby!"

"I will, Val. I know... I'll be careful, but I've got to have you."

"I want you too, Joe, but please be careful."

"I will... I will"

Moments later Val began to shake as he gently masturbated her clit. She couldn't help herself, she gasped as her entire body went rigid, then she let out a groan that was more of a growl as she started to cum. Joe met her open lips with his, their tongues dueling. He continued rapidly stimulating her clit with his fingers as she returned the pressure against his hand.

Joe's moved his other hand back to her ass and one of his fingers disappeared between her cheeks to toy with her tiny anal rose. Val sucked in her breath, reveling in the tingles of pleasure that gave her. She moaned loudly when two more fingers found her moistened pussy and easily entered into its warm sanctuary. His fingers pressed deeper into both openings and Val screamed with pleasure.

He began to move his fingers in and out of her more rapidly and this brought her to another climax. But Joe did not slacken his attentions until she at last went totally limp and slumped against him. Joe held her for a few moments then gently sat her on the chaise lounge nearby.

In a moment or two Val looked up at him. Her swollen breasts were bared, inviting his mouth to torment them. Joe looked her over, and smiled saying, "You are so beautiful... and baby, you go off like a bomb. Why, when I've talked about women with the guys..."

"You talk about me with your friends?"

"No... Not that way! It's just ... guy's talk, you know? And when they do, sex almost always comes into the conversation. What I mean is... I've never heard any of them say that their girls, or wives cum like you. Mind you, I listen, I don't talk about us. Not sexually anyway."

Val let his words sink in, then replied, "Well, girls talk too, Joe. And from what I've heard I think we have a much better sex life than most."

"That's gratifying to hear," he said, as he turned her over.

"What are you going to do?" Val asked, sounding like a shy little girl.

"I'm going to fuck you, my dear." He spit into the palm of his hand and rubbed the saliva on his engorged cockhead.

"You be careful, Joe. I'm not kidding. Be careful of the baby!"

"I will," he said, "I don't want anything happening to our baby."

Val seemed mollified by his words, and of course she was literally dripping with want for him.

"My God, will you look at your nipples?"

"Aren't they something?"

"I can practically tell you how many goose bumps are on your areola." 

Joe moved closer, intending to kiss them, but as he drew close he stopped and stared. "That thing you're wearing... whatchamacallit?"

"My peignoir?"

"It's sticking to them... the nipples."

"Oh... Damn, I'm leaking milk!"

"I never saw that before!'

"I never did it before. Want a taste?"

"YES!"

Val took a deep breath, swiftly cupped her left breast and slipped the other hand into her peignoir; once her fingers were under it, she lifted the entire breast out. At 24, Val's breasts still had the resiliency of a healthy 16-year-old's. The anticipation built up from waiting for Joe's arrival. The fact that she had refrained from masturbating while waiting and his reaction to her attire and especially to her swollen breasts had her pussy throbbing, and probably accelerated her milk production. 

Joe noticed the difference in her breasts... how the skin seemed to shine and stretch; and he considered her then and there to be the most beautiful and desirable woman he'd ever seen.

Val giggled and then Joe felt a light spray hitting him in the face.

"I'm getting even for those times you came on my face, big boy."

Only then did he realize that she was spraying milk from her teat and opened his mouth to engulf the five or six small fountains arcing from her nipple.

Val smiled at him, playfully, much the same as other women with an abundance of milk, obviously delighted with herself.

She was careful not to overdo things; unsure if wasting the milk now would deprive the baby when it was born in a few weeks.

"That was lovely, Val. I love you. I hope you know that."

"Oh, Joe, that's wonderful to hear. I love you too. I really, really do!"

Joe slid her panties up over her hips until the thin strap was snug over her cunt and between the cheeks of her ass. (A modified wedgie, if you will) He turned her, lifted her chin, so that she had to look in his eyes. 

They embraced, kissing without a break. He read the effect in her breathing and in her tongues confrontational response. He knew that when genuinely embarrassed, or highly aroused, the dark rose on her cheeks also suffused her neck, shoulders and breasts. Blooming like a fever, it seemed to make her flesh swell. Her ear lobes and nipples became dark.

Joe sank to the floor, and kneeling behind her, pressed his face to the backs of both her knees. He moved upward until his face was buried in her bottom, the weight of her cheeks warm on his. Listening to her almost constant moans, he stripped the thin panties down her legs, leaving them around her ankles, and slid his hands over her hips and waist, up and over her swollen belly, until he was able to lift both breasts. In a few seconds, with his nose and mouth burrowing into her, Val's legs went soft. She suddenly ceased standing and most of her weight shifted onto Joe's face and chest. He dropped his hands and massaged the spongy front wall inside her cunt with his thumb; shortly thereafter he pushed a finger rhythmically in her asshole and Val's body started to shake and he had to hold her until she could stand again. She was dry tinder in a forest of smoldering sexual appetites.

He used his face to spread her honey-juice over her bottom and legs, returning to surround his face with the firm cheeks of her ass again and again. 

Finally Val nodded. "Okay," she said, "time to fuck!"

Hardly reassured by his words, Val tried to evade his cock as he was placing at her asshole.

"C'mon, Joe, you know that hurts."

"Want me to talk dirty again? Okay, you like it when I hurt you. You're my little slut, remember?"

"No! No! No!" Val moaned.

He grabbed her by the hair. This was not what Val had imagined they'd be doing when he came home. What had gone wrong? It had started out perfectly with her skimpy outfit and his getting her off... maybe she should blow him... maybe....

He rubbed the tip of his erection against her anus, spit on his hand and applied the moisture to her puckered hole hoping to lube it sufficiently to gain easy entry. It had worked in the past.

"It's too fucking big! C'mon, Joe, I'm a little girl back there!"

"I got you off, Val..." 

"And I'll do you, honey... here let me...."

He pulled the hair on her head hard and she groaned with the sudden pain, then realized what he wanted and opened her mouth eagerly to accept his throbbing cock.

Val used every trick she had in her arsenal on sucking cock.

Soon Joe was lost in lust, moaning, "You're such a dirty cunt when you want to be."

Val took him deep.

"That's so dirty" Joe gasped.

"Your mouth is so good!"

His hand went to her crotch and felt the excessive moisture there. "And you're so wet for me!"

"Mmmm," she responded, and almost immediately regretted having done so.

He was already at her ear, whispering, "If it hurts so much how is it that you're so fucking wet down there, huh?"

Taking him from her mouth, she looked up at him and said firmly, "Stop it, stop it right now!"

Joe had no intention of stopping anything. He knew enough to leave her ass alone, and turned her so that she was facing north and he south, and then he got on top and went down on her.

Val was fine with that, and after gratefully licking his cock in acknowledgement of his capitulation on fucking her up the ass, lowered his balls to her mouth and suckled them.


"Oh, yeah, lick it! Lick my ass!"

With the first touch of her tongue on his anus, Joe made for her clit, and calling her his wonderful slut, began licking and sucking on her clit occasionally alternating by slapping it, and then fingering her cunt until she came.

When she recovered from her climax Val jerked him off.

*****

"Well, that was not what I expected. Not at all," Val told him.

"What do you mean?"

"I don't see any colored condoms... for one," she said with a smirk.

"I don't... wait!" he replied and got up, found his slacks and fished in the pockets until he produced a package of colored condoms. "There you go!"

Pleased that he had taken time to find them, Val opened the package, took out a bright orange rubber and daintily pulled it over his rapidly rising erection.

"Is this a tickler?"

"No, I thought I'd do the tickling," he said and began tickling her. A few minutes later he had her on all fours and mounted her from behind. She did not object when he entered her anus. 

There's a time and a place for everything, Val thought, and now's the time for my ass to get some. 



Wilmington Woman's Club Ch. 27



Chapter 27

Val gives Birth – Has Affair with Bernie

Finally the big day came and when the contractions started, Val's housekeeper called Joe, who in turn called 911, and then left the office for the Hospital to be with Val.

He was soon joined by Val's mother and sister, and together, with several other family members joining them, they waited seven hours for her to give birth to a seven pound baby girl, quickly named Caroline by the couple.

After another three hours passed, Joe took his leave and left for home. Heather decided to stay with her sister for the night, and eventually the others left.

****

The next six weeks were hectic for the new parents, but Val couldn't say enough good things about the way her husband helped out with Caroline.

Val was telling Bernie, "He gets up for her two am feeding every night, letting me sleep through until four, or four thirty when I breast feed her again."

"Wow, that doesn't sound like him at all," Bernie said, holding the baby in her arms while wondering why he hadn't stopped by her place.

"Well, it is him, and he has so much work to do. Don't say anything to anyone, but he's heard that he may be made president when Lionel Cooper retires this fall."

"That IS GOOD news," Bernie said, "But isn't he kind of young to get THAT job?"

"You would think so, but he has brought in so much money to the bank that ... well, they almost have to give it to him or risk losing him to the competition."

Bernie nodded and handed Caroline back to Val. "She needs a change, Val."

"Want to do it?" Val teased.

"Um, no thanks."

Val giggled and said, "I thought not," and proceeded to change her daughter's diaper in an expert manner that had Bernie smiling with admiration.

"Isn't caring for Caroline tiring?"

"Of course it is. But then, I do get a lot of help from my mother and sister. And don't forget the housekeeper. She adores Caroline and would do anything for her."

"But it's still tiring, isn't it?"

"Well I just told you...."

"I know, I know, and I'm sorry. I didn't mean that."

"Well, what are you getting at, Bernie?"

"I... I was wondering if ..."

"Bernie, please get to the point."

"Have you and Joe..."

"No we haven't. Not yet, anyway." Then Val, engulfed in what would later be termed a light postpartum depression, began to cry. Bernie held Val close to her chest and tried to soothe her. Val seemed to be responding to her when Caroline began to cry.

"Oh, Christ," Val swore and stood up and went to the baby's crib, lifted her up and brought her back to the couch where she had been sitting with Bernie.

"Feeding time," she announced, as she freed a breast from its confinement and tendered it to her daughter, who sucked greedily at it.

Bernie tried not to stare, but couldn't help noticing how big and fat her nipples were. They weren't at all like Bernie remembered them. Now they were swollen with milk, the nipples thick and elongated from Caroline's feeding frenzies.

"She makes me so fucking horny," Val said, smiling weakly at her old college roommate.

"Joe will probably remedy that when he gets home," Bernie offered, but stared hard at the nipple as it sprayed milk onto the diaper on Val's shoulder after tugging it from between Caroline's lips.

"Does... does Joe get to drink some of that liquid at night?"

Val looked at her, sniffed and wiped her nose with a tissue, then looked away

"What? Did I say something wrong?"

Val started to cry.

"Val, what is it?"

"Nothing... I'm fine."

"Val, we've known each other..."

"I know, Bernie. I know!" she sobbed 

"C'mon, Val, you'll feel better if you let it out."

"Will I," she said lamely. "Will I?"

Bernie said nothing, but waited. Val made certain that Caroline was satisfied, checked her diaper, saw that it was fine and placed her back in the crib where she fell fast asleep.

In a small voice, Val said, "He... he still hasn't touched me." 

"He may be worried about hurting you," Bernie said placatingly.

"Bull shit!" Val spat out, "I as much as begged him. I tried to suck his dick and he rebuffed me!"

"I don't know what to say... maybe a counselor?"

"Fuck counselors, I want to get laid!"

"Don't worry, he'll come around, Val, they all do."

"Bernie, forgive me, but what the hell do you know about him?"

"He's a male. They have cycles too. Not exactly like we do, but they have them and just maybe he's stuck in one and can't get out."

"Can't get it up? No, don't go there. He has his morning erection like clockwork. I look for it. Maybe it's me. Have I gotten ugly all of a sudden? I heard that sometimes...."

"Of course not, Val, you're beautiful. You were positively radiant all though your pregnancy with Caroline. And if you ask me I think you're more beautiful than ever."

Val smiled, and said, "What bullshit!"

"No, Val... no bullshit. When I watched you feeding Caroline I wanted to be her. I wanted your nipple in my mouth. I wanted to suck those luscious tits of yours. And I want to dive between your legs and lick your beautiful pussy."

"Stop it!" Val said, her voice rising, "Just fucking stop talking like that."

"We did it years ago, Val."

"That was then."

They didn't say anything for a while, but Val reached out and took Bernie's hand in hers and patted it while they watched TV. Bernie wanted to leave, she was embarrassed at having revealed her true thoughts and felt that her long friendship was at an end.

"I should leave," she told Val.

"Did you really mean it?"

"What? It's been a while. I seemed to have forgotten what I said."

"You said..." and Val took a deep breath before continuing, "You wanted my nipple in your mouth. You want to suck my luscious tits, and dive between my legs and eat my pussy. That's about what you said, Bernie. Did you mean it?"

Bernie shifted in her seat as her pussy gushed. She sucked in her breath and her face turned red.

"Bernie?"

"Um, yes, I meant it. I don't know why Joe doesn't want you," she whispered. "I know I do!"

Val looked in Bernie's eyes and saw an undeniable hunger in them. Val reached into her blouse and extracted the breast Caroline had not fed on. "Want this, do you?"

"Yes... I want it very badly."

Val stood up and holding the breast protectively, walked to the bedroom. Bernie followed without a word.

"Do we have time before the baby wakes up?" Bernie asked in a husky voice.

"Yes, she should be out for a couple of hours."

"Good because I want us to make love for a couple of hours."

Val shuddered at her words, and began to strip. Bernie stood stock still, watching her. Val had lost almost all her pregnancy fat. Her belly was still soft, and a little round and it looked very sexy. 

"Oh my god, Val... you're luscious."

Bernie began to take her own clothes off, and when naked, stood up to embrace her. They pressed their breasts together, sending a jolt of electricity through both of them.

Bernie managed to stay away from Val's breasts, compelled herself to cup Val's firm ass. And when she squeezed it, Val moaned into her mouth. They kissed then, and kept kissing and using their respective tongues to explore and entertain the other. Bernie angled her groin forward so that their mounds made contact, and the kisses ended in order that both could moan and caress the other. 

In their previous encounters back in college, Val had been the aggressor, but now it was Bernie who initiated things, like licking the white skin at the nape of Val's neck. It was Bernie who straddled Val, and began a long round of tit play, Squeezing them and making her lactating breasts squirt high in the air while playfully attempting to capture the falling liquid before it landed on her face or Val's chest.

Both were laughing gleefully at Bernie's antics. Val was no longer morose about Joe's lack of attention. She was in her element now. She would be experiencing wonderfully dramatic orgasms and knew it. Further, she was already looking ahead to going down on her long time friend.

At that moment all Val wanted was to be teased and fucked in that order. Bernie flicked a nipple and Val moaned low in her throat. Before she was finished moaning, Bernie had the nipple between her teeth, nipping at it and sending a current of pleasure right to Val's cunt.

"Suck them, Bern," she moaned. And when Bernie did just that, Val began to pant.

"You like that?"

"Yes... oh yes... do it again."

Bernie released the nipple and went to the other, repeating the sucking.

"If you don't stop," Val gasped, "I'll gonna..."

Bernie wrenched her lips from Val's tit and a dollop of milk flew through the air.

"Oh, Bernie..." she moaned, "Suck me, suck me, suck me!"

Bernie felt her legs open beneath here and slid one hand between Val's moist thighs. She was soaked down there. Her fingers lazily played with Val's wet slit as her milk filled her mouth. Bernie lifted her head up and looked at Val.

"Can you suck your own tits?"

"I...I don't know."

"I bet you can, they're big enough. Put a pillow under your head."

She pulled a big fluffy pillow under her head, and Bernie took her hand and placed it around her breast, then pushed it up and suddenly the nipple was right at her mouth.

"Suck yourself. You'll love it."

Val took herself in her mouth and began to suck.

"Harder," Bernie urged.

Val's eyes went wide as the milk went into her mouth. "Oh, wow!" was all she could say.

Bernie giggled and returned to her other tit and they suckled together. Moments later, Bernie's hand went back to her cunt and began rubbing it in earnest. She found the hardened clit and pinched it. Val's body leaped up off the bed as if given a huge shock.

But she continued sucking on her own breast, although now a shudder passed through her every few seconds.

Bernie knew she was close; she knew she was also close and hurried things along by sending two fingers into Val's gaping hole while her thumb busily strummed Val's clit. Val's legs were thrashing about, but she never stopped sucking herself. 

Bernie frigged her faster.

Her hand was coated with Val's juices. 

She pinched the clit again and Val let go of her breast and yelled, "OH, MY GOD!"

Her body went rigid.

She began to rock her entire body, lifting Bernie as easily as if she were a feather.

"I'M COMING!"

Finally Bernie eased herself off her. Val lay there panting with her eyes closed. There was milk all over her tits making them shiny and slick. Bernie glanced between her legs and it was the same story there.

"Oh my... that was wonderful," Val breathed.

"Yes it was." Bernie replied lying next to her. Her hand lazily caressed Val's sides and her belly.

"Sucking my milk was so... kinky," she laughed.

"Mmmm... and it tasted wonderful," Bernie added.

"Do you own a vibrator?"

"Yes, of course I do," Val replied.

"Would you like to use it on me?"

Val hesitated slightly, "If you want me too."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes," and to prove it, she reached over to her nightstand and took the vibe out of the drawer.

"How...how would you like it?"

"Why don't I lay here and let you do what I used to do to you?" Bernie suggested.

"Good... okay, Val said softly as Bernie lay flat on her back.

Val turned the vibrator on and when nothing happened, cursed.

"I hope you have fresh batteries," Bernie laughed.

"Um, yeah... I think...." She got out of bed and walked into the master bath and returned a moment later with several batteries, which she quickly and efficiently replaced the old batteries with new ones. The vibrator hummed loudly and both women laughed excitedly.

Val placed the tip along Bernie's labia and her body shuddered from the vibration

"That's it," Bernie said. "Just tease me."

Bernie's hands went up to her own breasts and she began to pull and twist them as Val moved the humming instrument through most of the secret crevices of Bernie's cunt. She opened her legs wider giving Val a silent invitation to push deeper. She did just that and Bernie let out a long sigh as the vibe filled her waiting pussy.

"Oh, yes, Val, that feels so fucking good."

Val smiled and increased the motion.

"Mmmm, that's it. You do that so well."

Wave after wave of warm pleasure spread throughout Bernie's body. She closed her eyes and pictured herself sucking Val's sweet tits again. 

"FASTER!"

"Like this?" 

"OH, YES!"

And before she knew it, Bernie's pussy was gripping the vibe and her body was exploding. The orgasm came so hard and so fast she had difficulty breathing.

Val kept up the pace as Bernie shook uncontrollably. Her legs closed around the vibrator, pulling it in, but Val didn't stop until Bernie begged her too.

Eventually she pulled it out with a soft plopping noise. Bernie went limp.

"Was it good?" Val asked.

A full minute passed before Bernie could answer her.

"Oh, fuck, yes it was... wow."

They lay side by side recovering.

"How long before she wakes?" Bernie asked.

Val looked at the clock. "Another 30 minutes, or so."

"Good," Bernie said as she rolled Val onto her back, moved between her legs and began to lap at the others creamy cunt.

"You like to be eaten?" Bernie asked.

"Yes..." Val breathed, "You can't imagine how much."

Bernie assaulted Val's cunt and then her breasts over and over until at last she came, screaming so loud it was impossible to believe Caroline didn't start crying. But the angel slept through that climax and the following one.

Val was so depleted from the tumultuous orgasms that Bernie had to hold Caroline to Val's breast as she drank her fill.

Bernie became a regular visitor to the Marcolina home after that day, partaking in the excess milk in Val's generous breasts until they went dry.

Needless to say, during that period, Val used her breasts to entice Joe back into her bed and his enthusiasm mad her forget that he had ever shied away from her. What all this meant was that any postpartum depression disappeared. 

All was well in her world.



Wilmington Woman's Club Ch. 28



Chapter 28





Wilmington Woman's Club Ch. 29







Wilmington Woman's Club Ch. 29



"No!" she screamed as Porter reacted to her assault and tossed her onto her back and mounted her, holding her wrists crossed over her head. Her skin was on fire. She was crying.

"Goddamn you, Porter," she screamed in his face, which hovered over her like an animal over its prey. "Fuck me, you sonofabitch! Fuck me hard! Fill me with your cum! Make me preg... "

The word caught. Pregnant.

They were frozen in time. He looked shocked. It'd never occurred to him she wasn't using birth control.

Porter's face was red and wild. His were animal's eyes, like a lion on the scent. Roughly his hand spread the lips of her pussy. His cock slammed into her. He rutted like a wild beast, with small grunts – uh, uh, uh – each time his pubis hit hers.

He wants you to have his baby, the voice in her head said. Yes, she replied. Yes!

Her body opened to him, legs wide and relaxed, her arms flaccid above her head. Externally she felt numbness. Internally, she felt her vagina relaxing with each powerful thrust giving him the deepest access to her, and tightening, clutching at him on each withdrawal to keep him from leaving.

"Fuck. Me. Fuck. Me. Fuck. Me," She began to chant.

Porter growled as his face contorted. His frantic pounding intensified.

"HARDER! GOD DAMNIT, HARDER!"

That and other incoherent words spewed from her as his fingers dug into her shoulders. Porter gasped and thrust with a last mighty lunge, holding himself deep inside her. 

She felt his explosion; heard his laugh.

The muscles of her cunt spasmed in a rolling, pulling motion. She clamped down on him, milking the last of his sperm from him. There was no blinding orgasm like the last time. But there was a series of seemingly unending smaller ones.

"So good. So good," she mewed.

He collapsed on her. Neither of them moved except for the twitching of relaxing muscles. He softened there, his cock plugging her and preventing the escape of his precious liquid. When he slipped from her, Natalie cleaned him as naturally as if she'd done it all her life.

Sampling the sweet, bitter taste of him, and finally licking her fingers clean.

They dressed in silence. He had not spoken since he pulled out that last time. He was lost in thoughts he didn't share. 

"Porter?"

He looked at her for the first time since he was inside her.

"All you all right?"

"Yes. Are you?"

"Yes. I'm very much all right."

"Are you fertile?" he asked.

"I'm ovulating now," she answered proudly.

His eyes were questioning, probing. Then, his expression changed. He smiled and exuded masculine power and confidence. It was not evil or cruel. It was loving, showing the pride of a man with his woman.

"I love you, Nat. Will you marry me?"

"I... um, yes, of course. I love you too, Porter. I'd be honored to be your wife."

He kissed her tears away and after a decent period of time, left her sleeping on the bed and drove away.

They met the following day, and began planning the wedding. All their friends were happy for them, especially Valerie Marcolina, who had been asked to be Maid of Honor. 





Wilmington Woman's Club Ch. 30A







Wilmington Woman's Club Ch. 30A



She mumbled against my open mouth. "Our first kiss and I'm naked in the shower, getting fingered while your cock is pushing against my ass."

Miles laughed.

"I want you in me." Her eyes pleaded. "Please."

"Okay," he replied.

She lurched away, scrambling around the shower curtain. She dropped her butt onto the green cotton bath mat, leaning back on stiff arms. The pleading expression on her face said hurry, please hurry. As he stepped out of the shower she fell to her back, lifting and spreading her knees and holding her arms up in welcome. Miles lowered himself to rest on his elbows over her. Katy had one hand around his neck, pulling him close, her other hand guided his cock into her. She made a soft little cry as Miles slid into her. And that was followed by a sharp intake of breath. He held her tightly, not moving. She was trembling.

"Is this what you want?" He asked looking down into her closed eyes.

"Mmm-hmm" she hummed through her nose. Her hips began moving carefully as if experimenting with new sensations.

"Am I big enough?"

"Yes, it's plenty big; and it even has a real man at the other end." 

He pumped twice and she shuddered and began to grind with eager intensity.

"Tell me you love me, Miles. Please, I know it's a lie, but say it anyway." Her words came out in a rushing whine.

"I love you, my friend. Truly I do. That's no lie. I love you, Katy." Miles spoke in measured tones with much warmth. It was true; he loved every woman he fucked. That was his nature.

She let out a soft cry. "I'm so close...."

"Use your fingers. Tell me what you want."

Her arm darted between them; her fingers furious with need.

"Oh, just fuck me now. Don't be gentle. I want to fuck." She ground out her demand through clenching teeth.

He let himself go berserk between her legs, pounding with no regard for her comfort. He heard a faint cry through the blood pulsing in his ears; felt Katy's body convulse once, twice and her arms clutched at him tightly then she fell limp. Miles held still above her, his eyes closed, panting into her hair, trying to ignore the stinging rug burns on the inside of his knees.

She was heavy on him. She'd sprawled limp after descending onto his cock. Miles kneaded her plump ass cheeks and tried to tickle her ass hole, slowly humping up into her. Her ass cheeks started clenching and unclenching.

"Enjoying yourself, Katy?"

"Oh, yes. Let's stay like this forever."

"Get some weight on your elbows so I can breathe."

"Sorry." She jerked her arms in. Her full, pendulous breasts tickling my chest with every thrust.

There was a soft cry from the woman on the nearby blanket. She was on her hands and knees, staring at Mo's clenching ass. Her man kneeling behind her, his big dark hands gripping her hips, dimpling her soft flesh, slowly undulating his hips. His eyes too, were locked on Mo's ass.

I rolled my head to look Mo in the face, smiling brightly up at her. She smiled back. I raised my eyebrows and gestured at the coupled pair with my chin. Mo's face took on the most incredulous look. She shook her head, a quick nervous little shake. I gave her my best begging face. She stared at me for a long moment then made a little shrug with her shoulder.





Wilmington Woman's Club Ch. 30B







Wilmington Woman's Club Ch. 30B



He paused to admire the shape of her breasts. They had no need of a bra, jutting out, firm, perky, and proud. She had rather large aureoles and eraser sized nipples.

"ON THE BED! BOTH OF YOU!"

Both Laura and Meg instinctively knew how he wanted them, and lay face down on the low bed. Laura awaited the pain to come with mixed emotions. On the one hand she dreaded it, on the other; she welcomed it as a gateway to a magnificent orgasm that was sure to follow.

With the first strike of the hairbrush Laura's head rolled back and she lost herself in the moment, her body language spoke of a sub close to orgasm. Her breath was coming in little ragged pants. Her heartbeat was visible in that her breasts were exposed and they moved with each beat. Her pulse was racing and Lou had yet to touch her sexually.

To his credit, Lou realized he had to slow down with Laura or she would orgasm on the spot. She seemed beyond caring, wanting to soak up the moment. He concentrated the next three blows of the hairbrush on Meg's lovely ass, noting that Laura moaned as loudly as Meg, although only Meg received the blows.

He took a moment to reposition them so that they were kneeling side-by-side, back on their heels, heads down, knees wide and hands on thighs, palms open and exposed. A perfect picture model of abject female submission.

Lou went to the 'toy' bag and selected a small nylon rope flogger. The rope tails of the flogger had no mass and since it had a short handle he could get little leverage. More importantly other than the small "thud" it made when contacting flesh the noise was diminished. The first blow of the rope flogger to Laura's bottom brought an interesting reaction. She had claimed she might get wet and might leak a little, but Lou spied a drop rolling down the inside of her thigh. It wasn't the first. After administering the flogger to Meg, he directed the next flick of his wrist unswervingly to her cunt, wringing a small gasp from her. More importantly, he saw a small rivulet of juice trickle out of her opening and follow the previous droplets down her thigh.

Little tremors were running through her body and shaking her belly. He decided he wanted to watch her come and placed his hand on her sex, parting the lips with a finger and pressing the palm of his hand against her clit.

Laura groaned.

He leaned close to her ear and whispered "Come."

The effect was immediate and startling. His hand filled with moisture, and the tremors she had been holding in check were released. Her whole body rocked with spasms. The little gasps and moans were transformed in wracking sobs as her body delivered itself to her first commanded orgasm. The wetness turned to a flood, and Lou felt warm sticky secretions of her body flow around his fingers.

Lou turned his attention to Meg. He wondered if, having brought one sub to a climax if the other might be ready to orgasm as well.

Meg appeared to have her ass pushed out further than she had earlier, and her head was even lower. He sent a light slap of the flogger across Meg's cunt and she spasmed just as Laura had. And when he placed his hand upon her sex, it opened wide for him. He proceeded just as he had with Laura and Meg's orgasm followed, almost mimicking Laura's.

Lou gave them another five minutes to recover then had them kiss one another. He was both pleased and surprised when Meg dove between Laura's thighs and began eating her until she came again.

"You two are free to do as you wish for the next five minutes," he announced. It might have taken a second before Laura was up and pulling Meg over to a cushioned metal chair. She grabbed a pair of handcuffs and cuffed Meg's hands behind her, causing her nicely formed breasts to thrust forward and accentuate them even more than a bra might.

Laura roughly kicked Meg's legs apart, revealing a swollen pink pussy surrounded by neatly trimmed light brown pubic hair. Her cunt was juicy and slick from the foreplay and from the rough treatment she was now receiving. She quickly tied Meg's ankles tightly to the legs of the chair, and then added more rope just below her knees.  Then Laura dropped to her knees and set her mouth tight against Meg's vulva, trying to make as tight a seal as was possible. Unable to move much, Meg could only roll her neck back and forth and moan with pleasure as Laura pleasured her. Meg wondered why she needed to be tied down for this, but figured Laura had a fetish for cuffs and rope.  It is possible that it was true, but Laura had an ulterior motive, and surprised both Meg and Lou when she said, "You'll have to wait to get off."

"No," Meg cried out, for Laura was not her master and she was not forbidden to speak out.

"I SAID YOU'LL WAIT!" Laura barked out and even Lou was shocked at her tone. But wanting to see just where she would take it, he allowed Laura additional leeway.

"Lou, please come over here," she said pointing to the bed.

Meg grew more excited, thinking that Laura would have Lou fuck her someplace. But what followed sent a chill down her spine.

Smiling, and wondering what Laura was up to, he followed her request and moved to the side of the bed.

Laura went to him, took his semi-erect penis in her hand and massaged it. In just seconds he was almost fully erect. Making sure that Meg had a clear view of what she was doing, Laura began to lick the sides of Lou's appendage, cupping his balls in one hand and jerking him off with the other. She devoted herself to working the head of his cock with her mouth and tongue, massaging his cock and balls with her hands.

Lou groaned happily and didn't notice that his 'submissive' had subtly taken control.

Laura's eyes never left Meg. Taking him from her mouth, she spat on his cock and called out, "Hey, slut. Watch me make him cum."

Meg sat in the chair, eyes agog, not believing what was going on before her.

"Are you ready to fuck me, Lou?"

Without responding, Lou lifted Laura and dropped her on the bed and knelt between her legs. A moment later he took a fleeting glance at Meg then raised Laura's legs over his shoulders and entered her.

"YES!" Laura crowed as he began to thrust, working up a speed and rhythm.

Laura groaned happily with each thrust, and Meg groaned in despair, for she had been certain Lou would fuck her and let Laura and her fend for themselves. It had been that way the last two times with the Goth girl. It took her a moment to recall the girl's name had been Meadow.

"Oh, I'm close, Lou! I think ... I think I'm gonna squirt, Lou!"

"Say when!"

"OH! Watch me, Meg! Oh, watch me you fucking slut!"

"I'm there Lou, pull out!"

Lou pulled out of her and stared unbelievingly as Laura ejaculated one long jet of clearish fluid after another. At first he thought she was pissing, but he put a finger out, caught a few drops and tasted it. It wasn't piss. She was a genuine squirter, and he immediately began to plan on how to make money with her doing this at bachelor parties and the like.

Meg had never witnessed a woman cum like that. She did not differentiate between an orgasm and squirting. That is, not until Laura grabbed Lou's cock and stuffed it back into her twat and after smacking him on the ass, told him to "Start pumping again."

She came less than a minute later and waited patiently for Lou to follow, pretending that they finished together.

"Get some on my pubic hair, Lou!"

He did and Laura sauntered over to the still bound Meg, grabbed her by the back of her neck and brought her face level with Laura's crotch.

"Eat his cum out of me, bitch!"

Truthfully, Laura was surprised when Meg complied, licking and sucking both Lou's sperm and Laura's juices from her genital area seemingly enjoying every minute of it. And when all the fluids were gone, Meg continued to hungrily savage Laura's cunt; remnants of Lou's sperm could be seen on her cheeks as she set a goal for herself to make Laura come from her mouth.

Laura caught her off guard by turning around and with both hands spreading her cheeks, tendered her ass to Meg. Meg never hesitated, setting her tongue to laving the puckered brown ring, and actually moaned in disappointment at not being able to penetrate the asshole before her.

Only when she tired of Meg's futile efforts did Laura step away from Meg.

Lou looked on, having realized that whatever control he'd had over Laura had vanished sometime after introducing her to Meg. Over time he would wonder what had happened, but he would never be sure.

His eyes widened even more as Laura slowly tipped the chair backward until Meg lay on her back, still cuffed and bound, staring wildly about, frightened at what Laura had planned for her.

"Are you wondering what's next, slut?"

"Yes, Master," she replied stunning both Laura and Lou.

Laura squatted over Meg's face. "I'm going to piss in your mouth," Laura informed Meg. "It's going to roll down your mouth and your chin and you are going to keep licking my pussy."  NO!" Meg screamed, but that was not the safe word. A second later the acrid taste of piss was burning Meg's tongue, and the warm liquid was splashing down over her face. She didn't dare stop servicing Laura though, and continued to stimulate the dominant woman's clit with her outstretched tongue. Now she could smell the piss on herself and it burned her sinuses as well.  "Filthy little piss slut," Laura said to her. "You smell like a toilet. Do you like being pissed on and humiliated, little slut? Tell the truth."  Meg didn't want to admit it, but she did. Laura's cool and commanding voice insulting her and ordering her to do shameful things caused the timid brunette's pussy to drip with its musky juices.  "Yes, Mistress," she moaned. "Humiliate me more, please. It makes my pussy so hot and wet."  "I know, little slut. I can smell your cunt. You want to touch it but you can't. You're my little toilet slut, and you know that you need my permission to bring yourself pleasure, don't you?"  "Yes Mistress. I want to serve you. Please allow me to touch my pussy?"  "No slut, you may not. And I didn't give you permission to ask. For that, I will piss on you again. Lower your head."  And now Meg lowered her head subserviently, feeling even more like a dog. Laura spread her legs above her new plaything and squeezed out the remainder of what was left in her bladder.

Meg knew that she would be the one cleaning all of this up when it was over. "You're a filthy little bitch, aren't you?" Laura taunted. "You've got piss running down your hair and in your mouth. Who would want to fuck a filthy rag like you? Tell me what a worthless slut you are, NOW!"  "Yes, Mistress," Meg whimpered. "I'm a worthless slut. I'm only good as a rag to piss on, Mistress. I'm just a filthy worthless rag."  "Tell me how good Lou's cum tasted, slut."  At this point Lou intervened. "I think that's enough. Let her get cleaned up then she can clean this mess up."

"Why not fuck her, Lou?"

To his surprise, Lou realized that was just what he wanted to do and after getting the key to the handcuffs, he released Meg from her bindings and took her doggy-style while kneeling in a pool of piss.

Laura watched for a while and then dressed and sat down to watch some more, occasionally calling out "Slap her ass, yank her hair, and tell her she's a worthless slut."  Lou slammed into Meg, calling her humiliating names while Laura continued taunting her from the couch. Sensing that Lou was about to come, Laura stormed over to them and slapped Meg hard across the face triggering her orgasm as well as Lou's. Meg's cunt squeezed him, milking the last remnants from his squirting cock. Meg's howl was full of anguish and ecstasy. She did indeed feel like a filthy piss and cum rag, and in that moment she wanted to be one for ever.

"Clean this fucking mess up, and get the fuck out of my apartment!" Laura said quietly, but with an authority that shook Lou, and had Meg cowering.

Meg did most of the work, but Lou helped some, while Laura glowered at the both of them. She knew it was over between her and Lou. But wondered if she should get Meg's number then decided against it. Meg was his, it wouldn't be right to take her away.

Laura watched as Lou and Meg dressed then opened the door for them and bid them goodnight. Now what do I do with myself? Laura thought, as she laid back on the bed and fell asleep fully dressed.



Wilmington Woman's Club Ch. 31







Wilmington Woman's Club Ch. 32



Chapter 32

Late 1986, Conrad's Empire Grows

The city of Zitacuaro sits on the edge of Mexico's Tierra Caliente, an oven-like expanse of lime orchards and agave spikes. Sammy Pardo drove and Conrad sat alongside him, holding the map and acting as navigator.

"Don't worry, Sammy, we'll find the place."

"Christ, Conrad, this place is at the end of the world."

"Exactly why they can operate the way they do. Man's taking over the government's what I heard; makes it easier for us all around."

"Conrad, we could'a done a deal with them guys in Columbia. Would you mind telling me why you passed?" 

"Sure. They want too much for the product. It's that simple. Later on, maybe they get more reasonable."

Sammy nodded and swerved to miss a huge pothole. The highway was anything but smooth.

"Funny thing," Conrad said, "these guys started as vigilantes. They were anti-crime, but push came to shove they learned trafficking in drugs was even more beneficial to them then stopping crime."

"Sounds like if you can't beat 'em, join 'em," Sammy laughed, then lit a cigarette.

"Been a lot of killing in these parts. Don't shoot your mouth off. Follow my lead. All we want is a price. Way I heard it they'll sell it on the cheap, cause it costs them next to nothing to grow and process."

"You know best, boss," Sammy said as he slowed to read a road sign. "Hey, there it is. Says 30 kilometers. How many miles is that?"

"Damned if I know. Maybe a little more than 30 miles."

*****

Cesar Larios, the leader of the cartel, was standing in the doorway waiting to greet them personally. Up to this point they had 'talked' through intermediaries. They did have one thing in common. Larios had product to sell and Conrad Gentner had to buy product to satisfy his European partners.

The two men shook hands. Gentner noticed that Sammy was all but ignored by Larios, and accepted it without comment. Larios offered Conrad a Cuban cigar, which he accepted. Larios then lit Gentner's cigar and then his own, blowing the blue smoke into the air and watching swirl through the breeze created by the air-conditioner. "Nothing like these Cuban cigars, eh, Mr. Gentner?"

"No, I can't say there is. It's a really fine cigar, Mr. Larios."

Standing off to one side was a rail thin youth, perhaps twenty years of age. Both Conrad and Sammy knew a hit man or stone killer when they saw one, and this boy whose name they learned was Nazario Moreno had already garnered a big reputation by posing as a supermarket bag boy who carried his intended victim's groceries out to the parking lot to get close enough for a head shot.

Larios wasted no time at all in showing Gentner and Pardo his cocaine. Pardo opened his briefcase and withdrew a test kit and began a series of tests to determine the quality of the drug.

Larios left them alone, and midway through the tests Sammy whispered to Gentner, telling him the product was testing out at 96% pure, a phenomenal level. This cocaine could be cut several times before being added to the heroin, meaning the overall profit was at least double that expected. Added to that, Larios' asking price was more than reasonable.

When Larios and his men returned, Conrad stood up and walked over to him and took his hand. "Senior Larios, it is indeed a pleasure doing business with you. Now if we can clear up one minor problem I will be asking you to provide an equal amount each month, except for December, when I want to double the size of the order."

"And what is this minor problem, Mr. Gentner?"

"Can you assist me in getting the coke out of Mexico?"

"Where would you want it to go?"

"I'd prefer Italy, Genoa preferably, but if you have another option it's alright with me."

"Genoa ..." Larios said quietly, and nodded to himself, "And your second choice, Mr. Gentner?"

"The States. Texas, Louisiana, California or Florida would be fine. But Italy is where it's going to wind up."

"Hmmm, let me think about this a moment, Mr. Gentner."

Nazario Moreno, who had been leaning against the wall, came alert at his words; a machete was on the table just to his left. Pardo and Gentner knew this might result in their being killed by having their heads cut off. Beheading was becoming a signature from this cartel. The former Mayor had met such a fate. His successor was Larios' cousin.

"Well, Mr. Gentner, we can deliver the product to Genoa. But I'm afraid it will cost another 15% over the cost of the cocaine."

Conrad quickly did the math and saw that he was getting a good deal. He nodded, and said, "I can live with that," hoping his words would prove prophetic, and that he would walk out of the cartel head intact.

"Good!" Larios boomed, "Let us celebrate our business dealing with a few drinks and dinner."

Conrad found the food to be surprisingly good, and had several more drinks. Eventually, Larios sat down next to him. "We talk some more, eh?"

"Of course," Gentner replied.

"You work for, or with Klass Bruinsma, is that not right?"

"Mr. Larios, you are remarkably well informed. I supply him with roughly half the cocaine he needs."

"I could easily do that myself, Mr. Gentner. Perhaps you can tell me why I shouldn't."

Conrad felt a chill run up his spine, but forced a smile and said, "Because, after they mix it with the heroin, three quarters of the finished product is sent to my sources in the United States and sold on the streets."

Larios nodded thoughtfully, and Conrad added, "I don't mean to offend you Mr. Larios, but I don't think you can do that. At least not for the foreseeable future."

Larios laughed and slapped Gentner on the shoulder. "I like you, Mr. Gentner. You have the right answers to my questions. We will do business together and both of us will profit greatly."

"That's exactly the way I see it, Mr. Larios."

"Tell me, Mr. Gentner, do you prefer blondes or brunettes?"

"If you're offering me a woman for the night, I must tell you I have no preference. I am certain that any woman provided me will be most enjoyable, and a memorable experience."

"Take the brunette. Let Mr. Pardo have the blonde."

"Thank you for giving us each a woman, and thank you again for helping me select mine. I'm sure you saved me from making a difficult choice."

Larios smiled and lit another cigar. But did not respond.

Both women were beautiful by any standard. Pardo took the blonde and almost danced her into his bedroom.

Conrad took his time, had another drink with his host, then bid everyone goodnight, and slowly escorted the brunette, named Rosita, to his bedroom.

*****

Two weeks later, Klass Bruinsma called Gentner to tell him the shipment had arrived and how pleased he was with its purity. "You can expect the first of four shipments next week," he told Conrad, who breathed a sigh of relief now that the final portion of the job was at hand.

An hour later, Pardo came into Gentner's Bayonne office. "I don't know how to tell you, Conrad."

"Try telling me straight out."

"You better get tested for STD's. Me, I hit the fucking Jackpot. I got Syphilis; that fucking blonde cunt in Mexico gave it to me!"

"Okay, I will. How bad is your situation?" Conrad, recalling the words of Larios, "Take the brunette. Let Mr. Pardo have the blonde." Simply went through the motions with him. 

Mollified, but with a trace of sarcasm, Pardo replied, "Bad enough. There ain't no cure, but they can what-cha-ma-call-it ... stabilize it. The bad news is in a few years I may go blind. That happens; I probably die a couple years after."

"Jesus, Sammy, I'm sorry!"

"Don't be sorry; get your ass to a doctor. Get checked out."

Sammy left, and Conrad couldn't help but smile. He'd get examined the next day, he wasn't stupid. But he had to hand it to Larios; he knew all the time which broad was infected. But letting her infect his customers ... he would have to consider his future dealings with the man very carefully. 

Conrad poured himself a Scotch, and pondered that deal and future deals and decided to keep himself removed from as many as possible. He could use his local and European business as an excuse. And, when the opportunity presented itself, he would discuss the Mexican situation with Bruinsma, whose experience he valued.

*****

With more shipments arriving daily, Conrad soon realized he needed to expand his organization in order to reach as yet untapped markets. He had no reason to venture into those areas already held by drug lords more powerful then him. So with Vic and Sammy, they looked at the less populated areas, taking care to avoid those with large populations of Blacks and Hispanics. The rational being that they were already targeted by others. With some reluctance, Conrad ruled out Union City, Jersey City and Newark. But he took on Paterson and Northern New Jersey and New York, beyond Suffern, NY. 

Two months later, with no repercussions from the other drug dealers, he expanded his territories upward into New York State, venturing as far as Rochester and Syracuse. A month later, he expanded into Wilmington, Delaware and several smaller cities in Maryland, but avoided Baltimore and Washington, D.C. 

It took him another two months of careful screening to find adequate personnel to staff and run another operation in Western Virginia, but found a number of capable people within the University of Virginia and Virginia Tech; and was pleased with their quickness in understanding the way his operation worked. In each sector expanded into, he also found two or three lawyers through whom he hired various members of the local law establishment to protect his drugs and personnel. This was a common practice within the drug world and paid handsome dividends over time. 

Conrad also took on a new name, Joe Smith, which was used throughout his organization and made it more difficult for the State and Federal Agencies to find him should they manage to turn one of his people by showing them leniency in return for their testifying against his organization. In fact, none of his people in these areas had ever laid eyes on him or his senior partners.

Early on, the feds did arrest one of his people in Delaware, but before he could tell them anything of consequence, Conrad had him killed by one of the locals guarding him. It was made to look like a suicide, but the more intelligent members of the Federal Agency knew better. The killer was never found.

*****

Marty took a call from Roger on Thanksgiving Day. He learned that Gloria was doing well, and on further questioning, discovered that Conrad appeared to be in the drug business.

"Hey, Marty, you know how it is. I mean, you hear things; you put two and two together and draw your own conclusions. What I'm saying is I ain't got nothing definite says he's in the business, but he was seen with Little Vic on a couple occasions, and Vic is certainly in THAT business. Also, he's got Sammy Pardo following him everywhere, so if figures Sammy's on his payroll." 

"Thanks, Roger, I like to know where my money is, you know?"

Roger laughed. So Gentner was holding Marty's share. 

"Tell Gloria I send my love, will ya?"

Sure, Marty, I'll do that."

"And should you put another two and two together I'd like to hear about it. And Roger ...."

"Yeah, Marty?"

"I appreciate you keeping me informed and I won't forget it when I get out."

"When do you figure that'll be?"

Marty laughed. "Years to go before they weep, Roger. Years to go before they weep," rephrasing the famous line from the Robert Frost poem.

Roger ended the call wondering what Marty meant by the 'before they weep' business, not having read Robert Frost's poems in high school.

Marty made three more calls after that in an attempt to learn more about Gentner's drug business. He realized he'd made a mistake when none of those called admitted to knowing anything about Gentner's affairs. He knew at least one of them would get back to Gentner, telling him that Marty was sniffing around.

Well, he'd figure it out anyway. He's far from stupid, Marty told himself, and settled back on his bunk and lit another cigarette. 



Wilmington Woman's Club Ch. 33



October 1987 -- Goings on at Janet's Wedding

Val slipped her jeans and her white tank top off. She hung up those clothes before pulling out her underwear out of her suitcase. Val preferred wearing thongs, almost all the time. But it was a special occasion. She took off her white bra and panties, and hooked the lacey black bra around her

She still couldn't believe that Janet was getting married. Val laughed and thought about how surprising it was that she was marrying an older guy like Nick Fitzgerald, but Janet swore he had swept her off her feet.

After college Janet had, in her own words, "Gotten very lonely." To Val and Janet's other friends that meant she was drinking more and more. Then she met Nick Fitzgerald. Nick seemed nice. He had money and he had class. He was the type of guy that any girl's parents would be thrilled to be interested in their daughter. And he was heavily involved in a local church. To top it off, Val's husband, Joe, thought Nick a social equal and did a good amount of business with him.

Still, Val remained puzzled about their relationship. There was something about Nick that seemed off-center, but she couldn't pinpoint it. Still she couldn't deny that he had been a great help to Janet with her drinking problem. Now, instead of downing glass after glass, Janet sipped from a glass of wine and kept track of what she consumed. Both Val and Bernie were grateful for that; she and Bernie had on more than one occasion discussed whether to take her in to a clinic to dry out. They had never figured out how they, as friends, and not relatives, could do it legally; but the subject kept coming up until she had gotten engaged to Nick.

Val began applying her makeup, touching up, actually, and while using the eyebrow pencil, her mind began to wander. I always figured Bernie would be married by now, yet she doesn't even seem close to it. She was a serial monogamist in college. Basically getting a new boyfriend every semester, with several others filling in on the occasional weekend. But her problem is her exhibitionism. She claimed it heightened her orgasms. Worse, she didn't care who knew it. Well... with certain exceptions, like her parents and family members and certain prudish boyfriends.

Val laughed dispite herself. Bernies exhibitionism had given them both some good laughs. Val recalled the time she was talking to a guy ... what was his name again? Lennard? No. Jon? Yeah, Jon, for Jonpold. He was a Russian transfer student going to North Carolina State for a year. Val summoned him to her mind. He had been tall, lean and strikingly handsome. He claimed to be related to the former Czar, but she and Bernie had not believed a word of it. Although it sounded great. Bernie had him on the phone, was teasing him sexually,. Bernie swore that he was sensational in bed and Val was tempted to see for herself, but he was Bernie's, and she was seeing Joe, so that was as far as it went.

"So you say you'd do anything for me," Bernie said into the phone, while Val held her sides from laughing at Bernies antics. Evidently, Jon had agreed, for Bernie told him to pull on a pair of sweatpants and meet her at the Crabtree Valley Mall in 45 minutes. She hung up and stripped, pulling on a pair of black panties and slipping into a short mini-dress.

"Val, you'll drive."

"What, why drag me into this?"

"I want an audience."

"You're going to screw his ass in the car and you want me to watch?"

"No, I want you to watch, yeah, but we're not doing it in the car. We're doing it in the open, where anyone can walk by and see us."

Despite her protests, Val had gone along and they arrived at the mall at approximately 9 PM, but did not enter the Mall; instead Bernie parked the car across from the Mall's entrance. Val recalled there had been a lot of traffic passing by, and objected when Bernie asked her to dash across the roadway with her to a single brightly lit telephone booth.

Hand-in-hand, the girls ran across the busy thoroughfare and on reaching the booth, Bernie deftly opened the door and slipped inside, saying, "There he is! See, he's coming out of the yellow Volkswagen."

Jon trotted over to the booth and laughed on seeing Val. "Are you joining us for tonight's fun?" he asked, and Val had to admit, with his good looks and Russian accent, he was very sexy. But she knew that Bernie didn't share her lovers, at least she hadn't ever offered Val dibs on any of them.

"No, not me, just Bernie, but I understand I'm to witness this ... um, event."

He turned to Bernie and said, "This... this is where you want me to ...."

"Fuck me... and yes, it is!" she said finishing the sentence for him.

"Good! Then we will fuck like the bunnies, eh? And you, pretty lady can watch us and lust after my body!"

Val wanted to laugh at him, but the situation was so bizarre that she didn't dare. Glancing over her shoulder she saw that the passing cars were slowing down as they passed, at least those with male drivers. The few women passing didn't give the trio standing by the phone a second thought.

"How to do this, eh, Bernie?" Jon said, taking his formidable cock out of the fly of his sweatpants.

"Oh, Val!" Bernie gleefully chirped, "He's so ready for me!"

"Bernie... you do realize the booth is lit up... anyone can see what's going on."

"That's the idea Val; I want them to see us. It makes it much more exciting." Bernie slid gracefully into the phone booth, picked up the receiver, and pretended to make a call. "Jon, come stand behind me."

Jon entered the booth and stood behind her holding his erection in his right hand, as he kissed the back of Bernie's neck.

Val took note of the passing cars. They were now all slowing down, with several driving erratically, almost crashing into the cars parked on their side of the street. "You guys are going to cause an accident," she said in warning. Both Bernie and Jon laughed. Jon already had Bernie's short skirt bunched up around her waist. Val wasn't certain, but he appeared to be inside Bernie, moving energetically back and forth.

Bernie confirmed Val's suspicions, calling out, "Sock it to me, Jon. Sock it to me!"

"Take those magnificent tits out!" Jon yelled. Two cars, both with several male passengers, had already pulled to the curb alongside the telephone booth to gawk.

"Yeah, let's see 'em!" One of the passengers bawled out.

Bernie was now bent over, holding onto the telephone directory shelf as Jon pumped vigorously behind her. Val hoped that none of the men in the nearby cars would get out and approach her. Belatedly, she realized just how hot she had gotten from watching the couple fucking in front of her. She knew that if a cock were proffered, she would jump at the opportunity to work it into her sodden pussy. She was thinking about how to get Joe to come over and fuck her brains out as soon as she got back to her apartment, and she wouldn't have cared if Bernie and Jon watched them.

Jon's energy impressed Val so much that she would measure Joe's next performance and judge him accordingly.

One of the onlookers got out of the car and began approaching the booth. Bernie was alert enough to spot him and urged Jon to finish. Jon, a cavalier if ever there was one, obliged her by pumping twice and ejaculating into Bernie's sodden vagina.   

By the time the man was seven feet from the telephone booth, and with more and more cars pulling over to watch the sexual display, Bernie had her skirt back down to its normal level and Jon had tucked his wet penis back into his sweats staining the front of them, but at the very least he was no longer exposed in public.

The three then made for Bernie's car, holding their hands up to ward off any on-coming traffic. Val was amazed that no one interfered with their progress, and heard a light spatter of applause from several of the stopped cars. Bernie started the engine, put the car in gear and drove off, with Val in the back seat. She drove around the Mall and returned to where Jon had parked his Volkswagen laughing all the while as kissed him goodbye.

*****

Snapping back to reality, Val finished the last applications of her makeup and thought about Janet's soon to be husband, Nick. She really didn't like him, he seemed nice, but there was something elusive that she didn't quite understand about him that had raised a red flag as far as Val was concerned.

 Admittedly, Janet was a huge flirt. She always wore low-cut tops and short skirts that showed off her ample cleavage and curvy legs. And she would toss her red hair, (Val would have sworn it was dyed), and giggle at all the right points. Janet also had a habit of flirting her way into getting free drinks, free food, free access to clubs, and all the attention she wanted. Yet Nick seemed not the least bit jealous of her actions. Val knew her Joe would not allow her to get away with much of Janet's shinanagins, and felt secure because of it. But she also thought that Nick should feel the same as her Joe, but he obviously didn't. Maybe that was why she felt the way she did, she told herself, and decided to forget about it. After all, it was Janet's day, and Nick was her man, not Val's.

Val recalled that Nick and Janet had met for the first time at her sister Hannah's wedding several years before, but nothing had come of it, at least not then.

"I'm so happy for her," Bernie said. "I can't believe that she's really getting married."

"Bernie, I haven't asked... I guess I figured you'd tell me."

"Tell you what?"

"Well... what happened with Jon?"

"No. Jon and I broke up, last month."

"Oh?" Val said. She paused again, not hearing the usual distress in her friend's voice, and she couldn't help but make a comment. "Again huh?"

Bernie laughed a little, but it was forced. "No, I'm afraid it's permanent this time."

"Why do you say that?"

"Cause he knocked some girl up."

"OH!" The shock was apparent in Val's voice.

"Yeah. She's only eighteen as well. Was at a party, and she started flirting with him, and he was too drunk to stop her, so he says. And one thing led to another, next thing you know, she's pregnant."

"Oh, my God, Bernie! When did he tell you this?"

"Just a few weeks ago. I didn't call cause it's the same-old-thing. Me expecting him to change, and he never does. Well, I learned my lesson and so did he. Cause she wants to keep the baby."

Val didn't know how to react to Bernie this time. Her attitude towards Jon was completely different from previous encounters. "How is he handling that?"

"He's not. After confessing this to me, he was crying, begging for my advice. He had no idea what to do. He hoped the girl would have an abortion, but she wants nothing of the kind. Her parents are even more Catholic than mine are. I told him that he's asked a lot from me in the past, but asking me how to deal with his pregnant fuck-toy is going too far."

"Good for you."

"I told my parents. Who as you know, never believed my side of the story. And after they learned it was true, they told me I should never even talk to him again."

"Well, I'm sorry, none-the-less."

"So am I, but it's probably good for me. I always went back to him. I mean it sucks now. But in a week or a month, I'm going to meet someone great."

"You will too. Maybe even at the wedding."

"I can hope, can't I?"

"Hey, a goodlooking woman like you. I'd say you can't miss."

The conversation trailed off after that. They finished with their faces and took the dresses out of their respective boxes. "Oh...my... God!" Bernie yelped when she saw herself in the mirror. Val had to put her hand over her mouth to stop giggling, "It's not that bad."

"Not that bad? It's purple! It's Fucking PURPLE!"

It was awful, Val thought, but couldn't bring herself to admit it to Bernie. She examined the dress carefully. It was purple from head to toe. Three-quarter length sleeves, with lots of lace, and a big bow on the back of the dress and it rustled loudly after Bernie tried it on and walked from one end of the room to the other. And finally, to top it all off, purple colored heels.

Of course, this wasn't the first time that either of them had laid eyes on the gowns. Still, Val tried to sooth Bernie by making one excuse after the other supporting Janet's selection of the putrid color. "It'll look better during the daytime; We won't feel this way walking down the aisle of the church; and... and the others will be wearing them too...."

But reality was setting in. The dresses had been purchased, and both women were actually wearing them. There was no going back. It was Janet's wedding day.

"It's the worst thing I've ever seen. It's worse than that cranberry colored thing you wore at your sister Heather's wedding. At l least that didn't have all this. Val started laughing hysterically, rolling on the bed of the hotel room.

"I don't know what you're all laughing about," said Bernie, "You're going to look as stupid as I am."

Val continued laughing. "I guess what they say is true," she said as the tears ran down her face, "The bride chooses a color so that the bridesmaids look so awful, that she looks gorgeous by comparison."

Bernie finished putting on the dress, through lots of moaning and groaning. She then went into the bathroom to finish the rest of her makeup. Val still heard a few choice remarks prefaced by a loud "FUCK!" coming from the bathroom. Val was positive the extra mirrors in the bathroom weren't making the dress look any better.

Finally Bernie came out and Val went in and took in her own appearance in the mirrors. She was 27 years old and it was the second time that she was going to be a bridesmaid. She looked at herself in the mirror. Val had black hair, was on the tallish side, and had a supple figure. That supple figure was about to get lost in the folds of the purple colored fabric of the gown. To be perfectly honest, with her moderate-sized breasts and big hips, Val looked better in jeans and a t-shirt than she ever did dressed up, unless one considered how she looked in the classic black cocktail dress. Then she was special, very special. She owned fourteen of them. She knew she was special.

*****

"Okay, now zip me up please," said Val to Bernie as she turned around. Val felt Bernie's hands move the zipper up, as she called from behind... "Will you finally admit that these dresses are ugly?"

Val laughed, "It's not that bad, Bernie. It's not as if anyone is going to be looking at us, their eyes will all be on Janet."

"Like hell, we'll be scrutinized walking down the aisle too, and you damn well know it. We'll be laughstocks at the Reception too. Wait and see."

"I'm sorry. You know I was kidding."

Bernie paused a moment, before snapping the back of Val's bra before zipping it up and fastening the buttons. "OUCH! What are you in 7th grade?" said Val.

"Serves you right," said Bernie.

Val grabbed the bottle of perfume out of her bag and started to spray herself. Bernie grabbed the hairspray out of her bag and applied it one more time. The two of them joined each other in front of the mirror, a ritual they had developed back in college. "So how do we look?" said Bernie.

"We look better than most mortal men ever deserve," replied Val.

"Damn right! We should remember that always!" said Bernie. They held up pinky fingers, intertwined them and headed out the door.

***

The wedding ceremony went well with everyone commenting on how nice everyone looked and how beautiful the bride was. Bernie accompanied Nick's brother Stephen down the aisle, and Val was paired up with her husband Joe, who happened to be a good friend of Nick's.

Each of them made their way down the aisle, the photographer clicking pictures the whole way. On the girls side there was Val, Bernie and Leah, Janet's younger cousin. On the guys side there was Joe, Rich Shropshire, and Phil Moriority, Nick's best friend and best man.

Nick joined the party at the altar. He looked very good in his tuxedo. They had gone with the three piece black tuxedo with no tails, and Purple ascots to match the color of the bridesmaids' dresses. The Purple didn't look any better on the guys, but they seemed to be fine with it.

The organ began playing "Here Comes the Bride." Janet started down the aisle with her father, the air seemed to leave the room. Val thought she had never seen her friend look more beautiful. Janet wore a very understated, off the shoulder lacey white dress with a large veil and long train. It was pretty without being too sexy. It was classy without being old fashioned. She thought the style of the dress fit Janet perfectly. Janet carried lovely Purple colored roses, which matched the corsages that all of the girls wore. It was a perfectly lovely ceremony. Val smiled over at everyone. When she looked at Bernie, though, she noticed that Bernie had a very strange expression on her face. Like a dark cloud had come across. She started to get concerned. This was not the time for a Bernie meltdown.

The ceremony went off without a hitch. Val tuned out most of the ceremony worrying about Bernie. But she did well up and start to cry when the reverend said, "Ladies and gentlemen, may I present to you: Mr. and Mrs. Nickolas Fitzgerald." She took the time to look over at Bernie, who applauded as well, but she looked like she was in another state. Just going through the motions.

***

They walked out to the receiving line, and greeted everyone who came through, even though they recognized only a few people. However, they were greeted by a familiar face, although it was one they were not all that pleased to see.

"Hi ladies!" said a man their age with slicked back blonde hair, sparkling teeth, and a smug look on his face.

"Oh my God!" Val gasped, "Jon Grunfeld!"

Val had been certain he was the one for her best friend. He wasn't actually a bad guy. He had no qualities that you would warn someone about. But there weren't many good ones either. He always tried to hard. He wasn't subtle in his leering at other girls. And for a banker, he was really really cheap, and he always thought of himself as much cooler than he actually was.

"Hey, babies!" he called out as he attempted to encircle both Val and Bernie in his arms. Val managed to avoid his clutches, but Bernie was ensnared and seemed furious about it.

"What are you doing here?" Bernie asked, coming out of her stupor.

"I bumped into Janet a few weeks ago and she invited me. I thought about bringing a date, but it's better to go stag to these things. Never know when the bridesmaids will want to ride the Johnny Jon Express."

"Uck," said Val, genuinely disgusted by the comment.

"You're pathetic, Jon!" said Bernie.

"Doesn't matter, ladies. But I will expect to see you two lovelies on the dance floor this evening!"

The two of them exchanged glances as Jon wandered out of the church hall.

***

The reception was rather nice. Janet wanted it informal, so they had a DJ instead of a band. The meal was decent, and Val ended up talking to her husband and Rich Shropshire most of the evening. Both Joe and Rich were feeling no pain, and Val tolorated Rich's harmless flirting. She had her man and he was right there next to her.

After dinner, Rich leaned over to her. "We definitely have to get one good dance in, Val." She nodded, and placed her hand on the side of his face. "we'll make it a slow one, alright, Rich?"

Bernie on the other hand was getting completely wasted, downing Champagne as quickly as she could get it. By the time dinner was over, she was slurring some words and had that same look on her face that Val had seen in the church.

Everyone danced quite a bit. Janet pulled both Val and Bernie onto the dance floor when a Bruce Springfield medley started. He had been their "main man" back in college.




Wilmington Woman's Club Ch. 33



"Come on Val, you have to say something for the camera!" said Phil, the best man as he pulled her away from the dance floor and out into the lobby. The videographer was there, and he was interviewing Janet's parents.

"Just remember, dear. We love you very very much. We are so happy for you and Nick. You looked so beautiful up there. Our little girl, all grown up..." her mother went on as her dad rolled her eyes.

Phil brought Val in front of the camera. She smoothed out her dress, and tried to look more sober than she felt.

"Hi Janet. I wish... Um, wow... I had something all planned, but after a few Cosmos, those thoughts just go right out of your head. Whoosh, okay.... Janet, I've known you for like 8 years now, and I've never seen you so happy. I truly mean that. You know that you are like a sister to me. And I guess that makes Nick, my brother. So he'd better stop ogling me." Val stopped because she was laughing way too hard at this.

"In all seriousness. You two are wonderful. Janet I can't believe that you're married... anyway, I wish nothing but happiness for both of you for the rest of your...." Suddenly there were arms around her shoulders, and Bernie was there talking into the camera. "Hello sweetie," she said to Val as she looked into the camera, "And hello married people. I want to thank you both for a delightful wedding. It truly was special. I've... I've... I've never seen two people look happier." She was starting to slur her words more and more, and Val started to get worried about the look on her face.

"I wish you health, wealth, and happiness," she continued, "Nick, you probably want to make sure that your honeymoon suite is far away from everyone else, cause Janet is a screamer... Ha, ha! And, Janet, I love you sweetie, so much. But if you ever make me wear purple again, I will hunt you down and kill you. Both of us will, won't we sweetheart?"

Val turned beet red, as she knew that this was probably going to be watched by Janet's family at some point in time, and she didn't want those to be the words they were remembered by.

"No, I mean..." Val yelled out over Bernie's shoulder. "Janet, maybe I wouldn't have chosen purple, but it's your day, Janet. Not ours. And you looked lovely up there."

"Traitor!" Bernie mockingly screamed into the camera, "She hates the dress just like I do. I can't wait to get it off. In fact, maybe I'll get the dress off the old fashioned way." She laughed to herself and sauntered off, back into the banquet area.

Val walked away from the camera, and returned to the reception trying to find Bernie. As she walked into the room, an obnoxious friend of her husband's named Rich walked in front of her.

"Hey, there you are!" he said politely, "I've been looking all over for you. You promised me a dance."

"Oh, Rich... Definitely..." Val replied, "I want to dance with you, but I need to find Bernie first. She's really acting strange, even for her. So I just want to."

"Come on now, Val. Bernie is a big girl. She can take care of herself. Let's enjoy ourselves." Rich extended his hand to Val, and with some reluctance she accepted it, and walked out with him onto the dance floor. The song changed to a slow number by Kenny G. Val was distracted the entire time, first looking everywhere for Bernie, then on feeling Rich's erection poking into her, worried about him thinking she might be available.

"Rich, I expect Joe to cut in on us."

"He won't," Rich said.

"Are you sure?" Val asked, a touch a uncertainty in her voice.

"Yeah, that redhead he's dancing with is draped all over him."

Val found them off in a corner of the dance floor. Rich had been right, she was all over him and Joe seemed to be enjoying it. Her concern for Bernie evaporated as she tried to figure out a way of extracating herself from Rich's tight embrace without causing scene or hard feelings.

That's a laugh, she thought, anyone's got hard feelings here it's Rich with his pogo stick. The song ended. Val smiled up at Rich, "That was nice," she said.

"Yeah," he replied, "I bet it would be even nicer if you would come with me to the hat-check room for ten minutes."

"Rich! That sounds like an indecent proposition!"

"It is," he said, but wasn't smiling. "C'mon, Val, you were socking it to me out there. What are you, some kind of tease?"

"No Rich, I'm not some kind of tease. I'm a happily married woman who you're insulting. Now get out of here, before I tell Joe."

She went back to her table to find no one there. Many of the couples were out on the dance floor, and others had left for the evening. Val noticed Bernie's bag wasn't on the chair anymore. She looked under the table to be sure, but it definitely was missing. Val was sure that it meant that either Bernie had gone to the bathroom, or left the banquet area.

Val started to walk out, when she bumped into Janet's sister. "Leah!" she exclaimed, "Have you seen Bernie?"

"She's the blonde girl, right? I think I saw her leave a little while ago with some guy."

"Guy? What guy?"

"I don't know. She was hanging on his arm pretty tight, though."

Val looked out on the dance floor and saw the blonde with Joe's hands on her ass. Furious at him and Bernie, she raced out of the banquet hall area. She an idea who Bernie might have left with, and if so her friend was doing it for all the wrong reasons. Joe could wait, she'd fix his horny ass later, and it was obvious that Bernie was doing things for the wrong reasons.

***

Val hurriedly walked down the hall towards the rooms where the bridal party was staying. She listened for any signs of Bernie, and finding none thought she would check the room they had used to change clothes in. Val heard Bernie laughing as she approached the room. She swallowed any embarrassment that might come as a result of barging in on them unannounced, and opened the door with her key, walked in and found Bernie making out with Jon. Well, more than making out. She had his cock in her hand, jerking him off.

"Hey, look Jon, it's Val! Val honey wanna join us? We'll have us a purple threesome! It'll be wild!"

More worried than appalled, Val tried to make it seem like she had accidentally wandered into the room. "Whoops! What are you two doing here?" she said casually, trying to sound a little tipsy.

"What do you think we're doing, Val! Don't you knock?" said Jon.

"First off, Jon, this is my room. Our room, Bernie's and mine. What are you doing here?"

"Gonna fuck Bernie soon as I get it up," he said with a dignity Val found absurd.

"Get your own room, take her ther... oh, that's right, you probably don't have one. You're so fucking cheap!"

"Val!" Bernie cried, "don't be mad!"

"Come on, Bernie, let's go!" he said angrily. There was a long pause as Bernie looked between Val and Jon. "Go where?" Bernie asked reasonably enough. "I don't know," Jon said, "We can find some place."

"Where?" asked Val, "in the hatcheck room?"

He glared at Val. "You coming, Bernie?" he said with a tone of finality. A helpless look crossed Bernie's face as she sat on the bed, staring at him. She looked over at Val, saw the look of disappointment on her face. Bernie shook her head, and looked down on the awful green carpet.

"Fine!" he exclaimed, and grabbed his suit jacket off the bed, "Fucking cock teasing bitch!" he snarled, opened the door to the hall and left. Val walked over to the door, opened it and yelled down the hall, "I think that Janet's flower girl is available, if you want to hit on her, Jon!"

Val locked the door, and slowly walked back and sat down on the bed, across from Bernie. "Bernie?" Bernie didn't look up at her.

"Bernie?" Val asked again, and raised Bernie's chin. Bernie was crying. Her eyes were puffy and red. "Bernie, what's wrong? You're not upset that I kicked Jon out of here, are you?"

Bernie shook her head. "Talk to me, sweetie," Val said soothingly, "I can't help you if you don't talk. I know you got lonely downstairs at the wedding, but it's no reason to have sex with Jon of all people."

Bernie started to talk while fighting the tears from flowing. "I ...I just thought that it would be me who would be married first. It was supposed to be meeeee."

Val finally understood. The wedding... It was bringing forth the feelings that she had never expressed about Jon. She knew that Bernie was keeping it all in. And now it was all coming out.

"Hey... hey... stop that. Jon is a jerk. He cheated on you dozens of times. You don't still love him after all that, do you?"

"No," came the tearful response, "But being here, at Janet's wedding, wearing this awful dress. I mean, Jon and I talked about this. We talked about the colors that we would choose. About what music we would play. About the vows we would say. And... and when I finally left him, a part of that dream kind of died, but I didn't really feel that until tonight."

This stunned Val. She hadn't thought Bernie would ever consider marrying Jon and was surprised to hear that they had actually talked about it. Val remembered that the two of them were constantly fighting with each other, in public and in private. And he cheated on her so often, she cheated on him just to get back at him.

Val never saw the two of them as the settling down kind. She decided to change her tact, and help her friend by helping to resolve things with Jon. "Maybe if you tell him how you feel. Then, maybe things can change. I mean, I know he's going to have a kid soon, but there are crazier relationships than that."

"No, Val... there's no kid. She miscarried. At this Bernie stopped crying and began laughing.

"Bernie, I mean, I know your parents would hate you for it, but if you really love Jon then it would be worth it."

The laughing turned into furious crying. "He's getting married next month."

"What?"

"He's getting married to the little tramp he knocked-up. Yeah, next month. He had the nerve to send me an invitation to the damn thing. It's even going to be at the country club where we talked about having our wedding. I called him up, telling him he was the biggest fucking asshole in the world, to take our dream and give it to this two-bit, under-aged, whore!"

Val immediately jumped across the bed, took Bernie in her arms and hugged her. Val's face was wet with Bernie's tears. The confession had taken a lot out of both girls. Val sat down on Bernie's bed and the girls pressed their heads together. Bernie sobbed into the ruffled sleeves of Val's dress. As the two held each other, the dresses rustled together making noises. Val had to stifle her giggles. Bernie felt it too, and stopped crying for a minute

"These fucking dresses," she muttered. Val ruffled her skirt against Bernie's which made even more noise. Bernie sniffled and then started to laugh.

"They're not that bad. And we still look good in them," said Val.

"Yeah," said Bernie with a muffled response.

"Come on now.... better than most mortal men ever deserve," said Val.

"Damn right..." whispered Bernie, as she leaned in and kissed Bernie's cheek, and held her tight. The warmth of their bodies and the alcohol and the tears made both girls feel very nice.

"Bernie! You're going to be alright. You can do much better than Jon."

Bernie sobbed and nodded. "And you can do a hell of a lot better than Jon!"

Bernie laughed at this. "Yeah, but I just wanted to feel something other than loss, you know." Val nodded, and stood up. "Do you want some water?"

Bernie nodded, and Val walked to the bathroom. "Afterwards, we can go back to the reception."

"Do we have to?" came Bernie's voice. Val walked back between the beds with the glass of water and handed it to Bernie. "No, we don't have to. But let me at least go back and tell everyone. I don't want anyone to be worried."

"No... Please stay," Bernie pleaded.

Val hesitated, "Bernie I love you. You know that. But I left that fucking husband of mine on the dance floor with his hands on some blonde bimbo's ass. God knows where they are now. If they're still here. I have to find them, or him. Come with me. We find them and you help me kick his ass, then come home with us. Spend the night with me."

Bernie blew her nose into a tissue, nodded her agreement and they returned to the reception. Joe was sitting at his table. The blonde was dancing with Rich, which was fine with Val. Janet and Nick had left the reception and many others were in various stages of leaving as well. Val pulled Joe to his feet and told him in no uncertain terms that they were leaving and leaving now. He followed the women to the car docily, got into the backseat and fell asleep.

Val and Bernie, with Joe in between them, walked him into the house, and set him down on the sofa, then saw to the sitter and Caroline. All was well with the baby and the two women, arms around one another went into Val's bedroom still wearing their hideous purple gowns, collapsed on the bed and fell asleep.



Wilmington Woman's Club Ch. 34



November, 1987 - Natalie Meets Vic Stevens

Nick Fitzgerald nodded to the bartender at the Landfall Country club bar and the bartender hurriedly splashed some Tankeray gin into the martini shaker and produced two first rate martinis, placing one in front of Nick and the other in front of Vic Stevens.

"Did you watch any of the game Saturday?" Stevens asked before taking a sip of his drink.

"I'll say," Fitzgerald replied, "what was it, a twenty-five point run-away?"

"Exactly," Vic said with a grin. "A twenty-five point differential. Corbett's knee injury aside, they don't have the talent this year they usually have."

"I didn't follow that stuff," Nick said. Nick had played point guard on a decent UNCW team several years earlier, and knew how to play the game. However he had been spending most of his time the past couple years developing properties in New Hanover County and had become quite wealthy doing so.

"What happened to their recruiting? I know they usually attract the top prospects, or some of them."

Vic laughed, "No one's talking, but there are rumors...."

"Rumors?" Such as...." Nick asked.

"The only concrete thing I've heard relates to their firing Jumbo Chambers, the assistant coach last summer."

"What about it?"

"Well, like I said, it's only a rumor, but the reason he was fired was given as budget constraints. And that's bullshit. The U has plenty of money to spend on coaches, especially for basketball. The rumors say he was banging someone he shouldn't have. I don't know if it was a student, or the Dean's wife, or someone in between."

"Fancied himself a cocksman, did he?"

"I don't know," Vic said, "but he's gone, and with him most of the contacts with this years top prospects."

"Did he hook up with anyone yet?"

"No, and that's surprising. But two of the kids we thought were coming in didn't. Changed their minds at the last minute and signed with different schools in the Big 10."

"This means Chambers either lost his touch in guiding the kids into the fold; or his transgressions were more serious than a sexual dalliance with the wrong party."

"You'd think so, yeah," Vic added glumly.

Both men nodded at that and Nick caught the bartender's eye and ordered another round.

*****

About a year after Porter died, Natalie first got "the feeling". She was quite shocked by it. She had been looking through a magazine and had turned the page to an advertisement for men's underwear—a handsome young man with black hair, a great smile, a muscular tanned body, posing in nothing but a pair of very revealing briefs. The sight had the effect she now knew fairly well—a tightening in her body and a sudden wave of desire. While with Porter her sex drive was well satisfied, and for the last year her grief had masked any sexual need. But now, prompted by the picture, she felt strong sexual urges—her breath caught, her groin stirred and her mind blurred. Her eyes wandered slowly over the picture, feasting on the body—the lovely face, the strong chest with the rippling muscles, the long legs, and more than anything the subtle bulge underneath the white briefs.

"My God", she thought in that instant, "I want him".

But she quickly shook her head and thought to herself, "What an I doing. Why am I staring at this picture like a randy schoolgirl?" She closed the magazine, put it away and quickly decided to head for the beach.

It was Thanksgiving weekend, but remarkably warm. The forecast had been mid 70's, but it had reached 80 by noon, and so Natalie donned her wet suit and carrying her board under her arm, hit the surf.

It was just what she needed. The water was cool, but sparkling clear, and while the waves weren't large, (they seldom were in Wilmington) they were well shaped and ideal for a strong body-surfer like Natalie.

After about an hour in the surf Natalie came out, peeled off her wet suit, without losing her swim suit, toweled off and lay face down on the sand soaking up the sun. She would only stay exposed like this for a short time, being very conscious of the effects of the sun on her skin. She turned over and sat up to look around.

The beach was quite busy as she had expected for a perfect Saturday afternoon. There were families scattered around her, and groups of young people engaged in the age old game of trying to impress the opposite sex. Looking to the ocean, she saw a man emerging from the surf—and her body lurched again. Her eyes locked on the man's body as her breathing deepened. He was tall and dark and his well tuned body glistened from the water. Then her eyes met his and she knew that he had seen her study him. She quickly turned away and lay on the sand, struggling to dampen the lustful thoughts that were walking through her mind.

She decided she'd had enough sun, quickly rose, packed her bag and made off for her car. Climbing the steps from the beach to the side street where she had parked with her head down, she almost bumped into the surfer she had stared at.

"Oops, sorry about that," he said with a smile, as he stepped aside to let her pass. His clear brown eyes were locked onto hers.

"That's okay," she said and moved to pass.

"Hey," he said, "I've seen you here before. You sure know how to catch a wave."

"Years of practice," Natalie replied automatically, then mentally kicked herself for sounding like a braggart. He seemed not to notice, instead, he said, "Great surf today, don't you think? I was watching you out there, and I am really impressed. You were able to catch waves most people, including me, missed."

She noticed that he was tanned, quite good looking, but had narrow lips.

Why in god's name am I staring at his lips? She wondered then caught herself looking at his hazel colored eyes.

Without thinking yet again, she replied, "Yeah, well, I've been doing it a long time so I ought to be okay". Oh, my God, what am I doing? I'm a complete asshole today. Get a grip, woman!



"I, um, I've got to get going now. Um, I'm sorry; I know I sound like I'm bragging about myself. But honestly, I don't mean too. It's just that...."

What, you're going to tell him you're flustered? Get a grip!



"No problem," he replied. "But I hope to see you again sometime."

"Oh, yeah, me too," Natalie said, mentally kicking herself.

She felt his eyes on her as she walked away. Without looking back, she gave a casual wave and moved off to her car. I do believe he was trying to pick me up and she smirked to herself. Driving home, she mulled over that thought. Naturally, guys had tried to get her attention since Porter's untimely death, but she was not interested in them and had quickly discouraged any advances. But this was different. She had looked at him with sudden and barely-controlled desire. His body had excited her. Should she have accepted his attention? If so, how far would she have gone? She had not really thought about again entering a sexual relationship since Porter. Was she ready for that?

That night she went to bed early but could not sleep. She could not get thoughts of the surfer's body out of her mind and a growing need for sex. Funny how it eats away at you, she thought.

She got up and stood in front of her mirror, appraising herself. She was medium height, slender, a size 10. Her hair was now short—Porter had always liked it long but she had it cut not long after his death. Very long hair is too much hard work when your mind is struggling to cope with other things. Now her hair was shoulder length and she thought this suited her better. It was naturally dark brown but now looked much lighter from the sun and surf.

She thought her face pretty but not a traffic stopper. It must be okay, she had thought, I've always had a fair share of admirers. Her body was trim and she was proud of its condition. It was not tanned—she did not want that. She could just make out a color difference between the areas covered by her bathing suit and those briefly exposed. Her breasts were smallish, but men still turned to watch her when she passed them on the street. They were a good shape, firm and round, and she was particularly pleased with her nipples. The areolea were large circles, light brown in color, and the nipples stood proud when infused with excitement or cold. They had always responded well to kissing and fondling, and this was an important part of lovemaking to Natalie. Her pubic area was partially shaved, trimmed actually—just enough to keep things nice and neat under her swim suit. Porter had liked her to be clean shaven, but she had not bothered so much recently.

Looking at her body, those lustful feelings returned. Her hands began to gently cress her breasts and moved to the nipples. God, I've not done this for a long time, she thought.

She needed a release, thought about the vibrator that she had kept buried in her wardrobe. She quickly got it out and found fresh batteries. She lay back on her bed and set to work. Her clit was aching for attention and it wasn't long before she came. It was very intense, her body contorted, and memories of sex with Porter came flooding back. Moments later, she slipped the vibrator under her pillow and slowly drifted off to sleep.

*****

Two weeks later she was walking along the beach when she turned sharply, startled by the voice behind her.

It was him, here, as if materializing from her thoughts.

I'm sorry," he said. "I didn't mean to...."

"That's all right," she said. But her heart was pounding. "You surprised me, is all."

"I'm sorry."

"No, no.'

"I should've coughed or something. Let you know I was behind you."

"That's okay, really."

He fell into step beside her. He matched his strides to her smaller ones and began walking silently along with her. His silence beside her magnified the sense of intrusion she felt, even though -- and she realized this with an odd sense of surprise -- she been thinking exclusively about him before he'd come up so suddenly behind her.

"Perhaps we should introduce ourselves; I'm Vic, Vic Stevens."

She turned to look at him. "Oh, yes. Well, I'm Natalie Brown, but everyone calls me Nat."

"I'm pleased to meet you, Nat."

"Likewise, I'm sure." Then, chiding herself, she thought, don't be so damned formal, act naturally. She laughed and turned to look at him. "I'm so sorry, I seem to have walked my distance for this morning," she said.

"Uh-huh," he said, turning with her. "If you're finished walking perhaps you'd like a cup of coffee or something. To be perfectly honest, I've walked the beach everyday after surfing hoping to run into you. I meant to ask you out when we first met, but didn't. I've kicked myself ever since. I was wondering if you might want to go out with me."

.

She stopped and looked at him. Once again, she found him beautiful to look at. "OH..." was all she could manage.

Vic took it to mean that she was otherwise occupied, or that there was someone else, and blurted, "Maybe there's someone else. I don't care. I've never met anyone quite as beautiful as you in my life, and I can't let you go without at least trying."

There was a long silence as she stared at him and he at her. What do I tell him? Come on brain, get cracking ... don't leave me gaping at him.

What's she waiting for; doesn't she know how difficult it was for me to tell her how I feel?



"Well," Natalie began, "That's very..."

He didn't wait for her to finish, but pulled her into his arms. She thought, Hey, stop it! But out loud said, "What the hell do you think...?" But she never got the rest of the sentence past her lips, for all at once his mouth was on hers. She pushed out against him, struggling in his embrace, trying to twist away from him, wondering if anyone could see them from the houses off the beach. His tongue was in her mouth now, insinuating its presence. Please don't do this, she thought. Suddenly she felt his cock hard against her through her flimsy bikini, his arms binding her to him, his mouth relentless, Please, please ....

As suddenly as he had grabbed her he released her. "I'm so sorry," he said, "Please forgive me," and he turned and ran away from her. Natalie watched him run, her lips burning, and her thighs quivering. Off in the distance she heard his car start then listened to the sound of its small engine fading in the distance as he drove out of sight while her heart continued to pound.

****

A week later, he was waiting for her when she came out of her office building. It was a bitterly cold day, with a dull gunmetal gray sky and a blustery wind sweeping over the street as she pushed through the doors, pulling on her gloves, a red woolen hat yanked down over her ears, a matching muffler wound around her neck. Her tan was virtually gone in just a week's time. Normally, she walked a block east to the parking lot. She lived about twenty minutes from work. She was starting to walk to the lot when he cut diagonally across the street toward her, popping up in front of her much as he had on the beach.

"Hi," he said.

In the split second before she recognized him, she thought she was being accosted by a panhandler. And then she realized who he was, and knew that his appearance was not an accident, he had sought her out. He was here by design.

"What do you want?"

"I have to talk with you," he said.

"Please, go away."

"I want to apologize for ..."

"There's no need to apologize. Just go away. Please leave me alone."

They started to cross Front Street, where the wind seemed somehow fiercer. He had already fallen in step with her, and she was unable to hide her annoyance.

"Listen, I'm on my way home. I'm a married woman. I have a daughter ..." she lied.

"I came to apologize."

"Apology accepted, now good bye."

"Please, at least have a cup of coffee with me?" He stepped into her path, forcing her to stop.

"Please stop doing that."

"A cup of coffee let me explain."

"Listen," she said, "I really . . ."

"I'm sorry for what happened last week, I truly am."

"I accept your apology. Now goodbye, it was nice seeing you again."

"You don't really mean that," he said.

"No, I don't," she said, stepping around him intent on reaching her car in the parking lot. But in two steps he caught up to her, and again stepped adroitly in front of her. She stopped rather than collide with him. Natalie kicked herself, knowing that she would now have that cup of coffee with him.

There was a cluster of coffee shops on Front Street, but she didn't want to chance a meeting with a co-worker, so she told him she knew of a little deli on Princess Street, and they walked there, found a table near a giant copper espresso machine, and ordered café filter and chocolate-filled croissants.

After taking off his overcoat, Natalie saw he was wearing blue flannel slacks, a gray tweed sports jacket and a matching gray shirt, open at the color. She thought they probably looked good together as she was wearing a moss green sweater, a dark brown skirt, and opaque green pantyhose.

Later, she would tell him they made a good looking couple, and would wonder if she'd actually thought that the first time they'd met.

"So let me explain," he said, and waited for her nod. "To begin with, I don't usually go around kissing married women."

"Okay," she said.

"I mean it. I'm usually very ... careful that way."

"Uh-huh."

"I don't know ... I just ... I couldn't take my eyes off you, and when ...."

"Vic, I don't want this. I'm not looking for it. I don't need it ...."

"You want to be alone, I know."

"I'm not alone. I have a husband."

"Now there you're wrong," he said with a tight smile. Natalie's mouth fell open, how could he possibly know?

"I've fallen in love with you," he said, and before she might protest, added, "I admit following you. I've even stalked you to some extent, and so I know that you're not married. You're single and ...."

"Oh, Jesus!" Natalie gasped, and glanced over her shoulder to see if anyone was sitting close enough to hear all this. "Vic," she said, lowering her voice to a whisper, "I don't think you understand what I'm telling you. I'm not being coy. I'm not in any way trying to encourage ..."

"I know."

"So just cut it out, okay? Just stop it!"

There was a long silence. Awkwardly, they sat across from each other. The coffee and croissants arrived. She sipped at the coffee. He cut into the croissant with a fork. "Do you like your work?" he asked.

"I love it," she responded automatically. But her mind was whirling. He said he loved me!

"How did it go today?"

"Fine." Did I hear him right? Did he really say he loved me?

"Good, I'm glad."

He's talking to you, say something. Say something innocuous. "How'd your day go?"

"Fine, thanks."

That's it. Now say something else. "What exactly do you do?"

"I'm into drugs," he said, and grinned.

"Sure," she said, smiling despite herself. He loves me!

"Actually, I'm what you'd call an opportunity investor," his grin made him look as if he were trying very hard to appear serious. "I look for businesses that need an investment of time and money, and I nurture them along until they bring me a good return."

Natalie took a small bite from her chocolate covered croissant before asking, "What sort of businesses?" Is it possible? Of course it is, don't be stupid.

"Oh, I'm into a lot of things, like import-export, shipping, real estate, construction, and so on."

"Sounds exciting," she replied, wiping the corner of her mouth with a napkin, hoping she sounded bored. I can't let him know how I feel.

"It isn't," he said, "Now, you're exciting. That's just work."

A thrill shot through her. Jesus! He makes me feel .... She thought, but said, "I think its time I went home." Before I throw myself over the table and attack you.

"Why?"

"Because you still don't under ..."

"I'd love to kiss you," he said interrupting her.

Ignoring his comment, she said, "Let me get the check." That went well. Get a grip, he loves you. Show him you care about him. There are other fish in the sea; he can find them easily enough.

"Will you fight me for it?" he asked.

"No, I suggested this place."

"That's true. May I kiss you?"

"No," she replied, but her heart skipped several beats. OH!

Vic looked directly into her eyes and said, "Well, in that case," and leaned across the table and kissed her full on the mouth.

Natalie would later tell him that she became wet the moment his lips touched hers again. I can't! She panicked and stood abruptly. "Goodbye, Vic," she said, and left him sitting at the table and ran outside and without looking back at him.

*****

She didn't sleep that night. He was constantly on her mind. His smile. His self confidence. She licked her lips, seeking to revive the sweet taste of the chocolate croissant on them, but that segued into the recollection of him leaning over the table and kissing her. Her imagination took it from there. Her fingers joined her imagination and after several languid minutes relief swept over her. She would repeat the entire process three times during the night and needed an extra two cups of coffee to clear her head the following morning.

Natalie worked for a small law firm, and had been promoted from law clerk to office manager with the retirement of Mrs. Elizabeth Hopkins. She had proven to be very good at her job, and her boss, Duke Sulzinski, a former All-American football player at Duke, had been very understanding and generous when Porter died, allowing her time to get herself together before resuming work. Natalie had repaid him by stepping in without missing a beat when Mrs. Hopkins was struck by a terminal case of breast cancer, at first missing work for several days at a time, and then for a longer period from which everyone knew she would not return.




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So despite the lack of sleep, Natalie was one of the first to arrive at work, feeling sheepish for having spent half the night masturbating, and fearful that Vic would call her at work to ask her out.

What am I afraid of? She asked herself around ten. He's attracted to me ... and I think he's nice... where's the harm?



Her mind tossed the thoughts around only to be interrupted by a meeting that was scheduled with a client at ten-thirty. Then, during a brief lull in the meeting, Natalie's thoughts turned to sex. What is happening to me? She thought. She found herself imaging being in bed with Duke; against an alley wall with Mickey Witek, a young attorney new to the firm, and even a client, Davis Fullerton, a middle-aged man with a paunchy stomach was taking her doggy-style in a seedy motel. What's going on? She thought, and realized she was no longer following the conversations going on around her. I don't want any of these men. A moment later it hit her full force, I want Vic Stevens, and I want him now!

It was a fierce internal struggle, but Natalie overcame the barrage of sexual thoughts and concentrated on the work at hand. She got through the meeting without incident, but by the end of her business day she had located Vic's number and called, only to learn that he was unavailable. She was about to hang up when she summoned up enough courage to ask that they tell him she had called, and left her name and number.

Forty minutes later, a breathless Vic Stephens was on the phone with her. She agreed to have dinner with him, and left work early in order to buy a new dress for the occasion.

Natalie wound up spending over $600 on a cocktail dress, matching shoes, and a complete set of lingerie, including a garter belt she found to be the sexiest she had ever seen.

They met at eight at the foot of Market and Water Street and without a word, entered Roy's Riverboat Landing. They were seated on one of the quaint balconies overlooking the Cape Fear River, and Vic ordered two martinis. Liquor by the drink was fairly new to Wilmington, and everyone seemed to be ordering mixed drinks now that the 'brown bagging' was no longer necessary.

His first words to Natalie reflected this. "It was a stupid law in the first place."

"What law?" she asked, thinking he meant something going on at her law firm.

Flustered by her response, Vic took a moment to explain the new relaxed drinking law, only to find her looking at him as if he were crazy. That led Natalie to blurt out, "Did you mean it?"

"Excuse me?" he replied, growing more confused. "I mean, one minute we're talking about... No, one moment I'm talking about liquor by the drink laws, the next you're asking me if I meant it. Natalie, please, what are you talking about?"

Natalie took a gulp of her drink and choked. It was much stronger than she'd anticipated. After recovering, she stammered, "I ... I have to know. Vic, did you mean it when you said you loved me?"

Vic sat back in his chair and took a deep breath. "Yes, I meant it."

"Oh, God!" Natalie gushed, I knew you did!"

"Well, I wouldn't have said..."

"Well, you know that I have been not interested in other men," Natalie said.

"I don't know that. I do know you've had some terrible luck with your love life. But I'm not other men. I'm me, and while I know you don't know me that well, I want a chance to change that..."

"Yes! Oh Vic, I've been so randy...." The words were no sooner out of her mouth then both of them froze.

"That's normal," Vic managed after a few seconds had passed, "and I'm glad to hear it."

"Sure it is, but I'm not used to it and don't know to deal with it. I feel like a teenager for God's sake. I think I really need sex; I don't want to wait until we're engaged. But then I'm not so sure. Anyway I've forgotten how to go about it. When you get as horny as I obviously am how do you get release?"

"Look Natalie, there is only one way, and you know it. You just have to face the fact that you need to go to bed with me."

"You want to go to bed with me tonight?"

"Natalie, I'd go to bed, or anywhere else with you anytime, any place, But I think you may not be ready just yet."

"I'm over Porter, Vic. I really am."

"That's fine, but are you ready for another relationship?"

"Yes, I am."

Vic took her hand and kissed the top of it. "All right, let's order dinner and think about what we'll being after."

"Sounds like a plan," Natalie said happily, thrilled at having him kiss her hand.

They enjoyed their meal, ordered a second bottle of wine, skipped desert, and drove giddily to Vic's home off Greenville Loop road.

*****

Standing at the foot of the bed, he'd slowly unbuttoned and unsnapped her, and she him. Theirs were nervous hands, sometimes almost trembling, and there were wet, open-mouthed kisses of anticipation. Natalie later told Valerie she'd laid on her back for the longest time, holding her lips apart like a butterfly's wings while his mouth played in her honeyed folds, and his tongue and lips became close friends with her clitoris.

She also giddily related how at times Vic would be on his back and she would explore him, from the tiny pebbles of his hard nipples to his flat, furry belly, and eventually to his velvet-skinned stiffness, always insistent, always leaking. She even spoke of the times her tongue would lick him from base to tip in long straight paths, and how she marveled at how he would quiver and throb as she passed over each bump and ridge on her way to that distinctive mushroom head with its dark rim. And when how on taking him in her mouth he would gasp and squirm in her wet grasp and leak even more.

She spoke of his patience as a lover, how he made every gradual step was met by a willing and slippery welcome; and when he moved within her slowly at first, then long smooth strokes that teasingly ricocheted off one side then the other until she screamed with her orgasm.

Natalie was thoroughly happy and very much in love with Vic, and he her.

Over the following weeks, she let her pubic hair grow wild and untamed, wanting Vic to unwrap her, to get past the frilly feminine trappings and discover the animal within.

Three months later they were engaged to be married. That night, after surprising her with the engagement ring, and celebrating in his king-sized bed, Vic asked Natalie, "And what would you like me to do tonight?" His face was smeared with nectar from her pussy, his rigid cock poised and ready to engage.

"Hold me," Natalie told him. "Hold me tight." He wrapped his arms around her.

"No," she said. "Hold me down." She curled her arms above her head, and his hands followed. "Take me. Hard."

Vic's hands gripped her wrists, not roughly, but not gently either. "That's it," she whispered. His legs straddled outside hers. His cock prodded and fumbled to find her opening. She rocked her hips from side to side, half helping, half not. With a grunt he was in, thrusting firmly until it was fully seated, the friction dragging her labia and pulling on her clit making her shudder. His cock felt huge. "That's it," she repeated. "Now fuck me, lover mine. Fuck me!"."

He fucked her; fucked her with short half-strokes that bottomed out with a straining bending push. Natalie's clit twitched endlessly as he fucked her with his good-sized cock. Her whimpers turned into moans, and then into gasping, almost screeching animal noises. "Fuck me," she growled at him, "Fuck my cunt. Do it!"

He savaged her, worked his prick in and out, and stretched her, using broad, twisting motions that felt as if he was tearing her deliciously apart. "Fuck me!"

Her body shuddered with his pounding thrusts, his back arched, her breasts wobbled freely beneath his chest, his fists tight around her wrists. She fought to release her hands, and when her right hand slipped away from his sweaty grasp she raked red fingernails across his back. Vic growled and snatched at it, caught it and returned the escaped hand to join the other.

"Hold me tight," she grunted at him, and now he knew why.

She came in a blind rush, arriving so fast it surprised her. Vic continued pounding her, as her body stiffened and spasmed around his hardness. Now wetter and more inflamed, he kept her on the edge, allowing her no relief. She came a second time, almost as hard as the first, then a minute later a third, blessedly weaker.

Natalie was in frenzy, fighting against his strength with all her might, yet urging him on, crying, "Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!"

"Let me," she pleaded, "around you." Vic raised one leg, then the other, and she wrapped her legs around his hips. Now he was impossibly deeper. She felt him all the way up inside her.

He pummeled into her, and she squealed with the pleasure of it. He slammed his hips against her, filling her slick cunt with his cock as fast as he could. "Harder," she pleaded, "Faster!" and he tried, his belly slapped against hers, liquid smacking sounds, the clickety-clack of lubrication as he pistoned in and out, always in and out.

His wail was almost imperceptible at first, then grew over a the span of a dozen strokes until it hit him, a grunting groaning impaling thrust that buried him seemingly into the pit of her stomach. This time she never felt his spasms, for her own overwhelmed her. And when the tension melted, they were both breathing too hard for gentle kisses. His body, then her body, then his again would shudder. He released his grip on her wrists. She opened them, flexing the frozen muscles. His penis, now softer and less rigid, was still meaty in her tender grip. He remained pocketed inside her.

They married the second week of December.



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Wilmington Woman's Club Ch. 35



"Good Lord, did he find you together?"

"Of course not, dear. I stuffed my clothing and stuff under the bed and followed Wanda into the bathroom. Wanda flushed the toilet just as he walked into the bedroom.

"When Wanda emerged from the bathroom, her husband didn't think twice about why the door had been locked. I remained quiet as a church mouse behind the door, hoping that he didn't have to pee, or worse."

Val leaned into Joe, and just before she kissed him, she whispered: "If you lick me round my mouth, I'm sure you can still taste her pussy."

Her mouth and lips tasted faintly of champagne, but sure enough, when he licked her lips and chin, it brought out the flavor of Wanda's pussy.

Joe had almost forgotten his cock, newly erect, and sticking out of his trousers, but Val had not.

"Oh, my!" she chirped happily, "You really are a dirty old man. Did it make you that horny to hear what I did with Wanda?"

"I'm sorry, Val, but it was about as erotic a tale as I've ever heard."

"Don't feel sorry, dear. It's a boost to my ego to see that I can still make you that hard," she laughed. "I can guess what you were thinking. "Yeah, I know what you were thinking about. You were thinking about having her in bed with us."

"No. Really, I wasn't thinking of anything but how good you felt."

She moved off of him, and lay close by his side, her hand idly holding the weight of his rigid penis. "You know I don't mind you fantasizing while we fuck," Val told him. "Don't worry about it." 

"I don't worry about it. You didn't give me time to fantasize about a thing, but if it makes you feel better, next time I will."

She laughed. "Oh, you will, will you? And what are you going to fantasize about?" She crossed her leg over his and pressed her heated and very wet pussy against his leg.

He took a chance. "I'll think about you and Wanda, okay? I'll think about having both of you naked. I'll think about her licking my cock while it's sliding in and out of you."

"Hmmmm," she said thoughtfully, "Would you like both of us to suck your cock together?"

"Why not? You both seem to prefer the oral delights."

Val giggled. "You'd like two tongues on you, huh?"

"I would."

"What else would you like?"

"Well...."

"Would you like to watch her lick my pussy?"

He swallowed and wondered again what had got into her. Whatever it was, he was enjoying it.

She repeated her question, but phrased it differently. "Would you enjoy that? Having her lick you?"

"You know I would," he answered gruffly. He leaned back and lifted his head to look at her with a raised eyebrow.

"Well, I might. Do you have a problem with the idea that I might like to have Wanda lick me?"

"Nope." He laid his head back down next to hers.

"What if I wanted to lick her?" she asked quietly.

"Hey, you want to go down on her... I guess I'd just have to watch, wouldn't I?"

"Oh, you could do more than watch. Maybe you'd enjoy fucking me from behind while my face was between her legs."

She felt his cock lurch with desire. So did Joe.

"Val?"

"Well, would you like that? To have me on my knees doggy style, fucking me, with Wanda spread in front of me?"

"That's wonderful imagery, Val."

"Or maybe, maybe you'd enjoy fucking her, and watching her lick me."

She laughed, and said, "I think your cock likes the idea."

She stroked him harder and harder. She was as wet as she'd ever been.

Her beautiful breasts swayed seductively from side to side. "Get behind me," she moaned, and rose up, got on her knees.

Joe got on his knees behind her. Her face rested on the sofa, her hips were raised and her legs spread apart. He could see her pussy, slightly open, her lips swollen with her desire. It looks completely different this way, he thought, sexier somehow.

He held his cock in his left hand, and slid it up and down her slit. His other hand rested on her waist. Val moved her hips in a circle, seeking, without rushing, to feel his cock against her. She reached back with both hands, and putting one of her hands on either side of her ass, she spread herself for him. He looked down and could see the darker skin of her anus and the folds of her skin that led to the opening of her sex. He pressed the tip of his cock into her pussy.

"Yeah, fuck me."

He pushed into her, watching his cock slide into her.

"I'm watching my cock slide into your pussy."

"I wish I could see."

"It looks real sexy."

"See, if you were fucking Wanda, I could watch."

He laughed. "Anytime you want to give her a call, you have my permission."

She laughed. "Fuck me now. Think about her legs spread right here in front of me. I'd spread her pussy so you could see her while you fuck me."

It did not take long for the two of them to climax again.



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Chapter 36

May 1988 -- Stag Party -- Talk with Val

A month later at a stag party for Jon Grunfeld, a friend and fellow banker, Joe Marcolina was carefully sipping his first beer. On the television everyone watched the Bulls beat the Cavaliers in Cleveland by 101 to 100 with Michael Jordan's jump shot at the buzzer, ending the five game NBA playoff series.

"They'll take the Knicks the same way," Joe Marcolina said to Gerry Attric, a wealthy banker in his sixties.

"Possibly," Gerry responded, "but the Knicks will be tougher than the Cavaliers."

With the basketball game over, the obligatory porn film began and murmur of approval went through the room. Joe thought of his wife who was spending the night with Wanda. They had established a monthly routine in getting together after that memorable night at the Carlson's.

Like I need a porno movie to get me in the mood, he thought. I'll fuck her five ways 'til Sunday, maybe ask her to bring Wanda over. It's just possible her friend goes both ways. Joe had had this recurring thought since the night Val had told him about her and Wanda. But he had not broached the possibility of them having a threesome, preferring to wait until the right moment came along. He smiled to himself, made a surreptitious adjustment to his slacks, hoping the film would disguise the movement from the other men, and lent his concentration to the stag movie as it moved into the second scene.

The plot apparently involved a man and his wife who both loved for her to be taken by other men while he watched, sometimes joining in. It matched one of Joe's favorite fantasies, but what really shook him was how much the female in the video looked like his wife Val.

Several of the other guys, among them, Vic Stevens, a developer of means, and Grunfeld, the prospective groom commented obliquely on how much the actress resembled Val.

"You know, she does bear a striking resemblance to my wife," Joe agreed.

Off handedly, Vic opined, "Yeah, but this one's a fucking whore. You can't drag Val down to her level. Val's a damn fine lady. Hey," he said holding up his drink, "here's to Val Marcolina, one of Wilmington's finest!"

"To Valerie!" the group called out; and as the men settled back to watch the video where Val's look-a-like was being penetrated in both her pussy and asshole, Grunfeld threw in his two cents: "Yeah, but Val smiles too easily. She flirts with everyone and likes to wear skimpy clothing. Joe, maybe you better ask a few questions when you get home, huh?"

Some genial laughter followed Jon's comment, but a couple frowned at his bad taste and lifted their glass to obscure their true feelings lest they cause political damage to themselves.

"Forget it," Joe said, laughing along with them. "She's got a great shape and knows it. Most women with good bodies flaunt them these days."

Chiding him, Jon said, "Well, if she does, please let me know."

Joe shrugged Grunfeld's comment off, telling Jon he was about to become a married man, and he should realize that his days of chasing tail were at an end. At the same time he made a mental note to track Bernie, Jon's wife-to-be, for any semblance of marital woes in the months ahead. Business is business, but no one makes fun of my wife and me, he told himself, keeping his rising anger in check.

To Marcolina's surprise, one person came to Val's defense. "Not if I have anything to say about it," said Gerry Attric, whose eyes remained glued to the screen, and the raven-haired woman jouncing up and down on a ridiculously long black prick.

"Whoa," Vic chimed in, defusing any potential argument between Gerry and Grunfeld. "What have we here? Could it be a man contemplating adultery on his wedding eve?"

"Fuck you guys," Jon blurted. It was obvious that he had had one too many drinks.

"C'mon, they're just kidding," Joe said trying to defuse Vic's demeaning remark and the linking of the porno actress to his own wife. In the back of his mind, he reminded himself to thank Gerry after the party ended. He did appreciate his intervention, and Gerry was a big man in Wilmington banking circles.

The evening ran its course with no further breeching of anyone's honor, and with all save Joe inebriated, they said their goodnights and tumbled into one of several taxis summoned for the occasion. The cars would be picked up the following afternoon by their respective owners.

Joe noticed that Gerry Attric had waited while the others left.

"Not using the free taxi service, Gerry?"

"No thanks, my driver will be here in..." he glanced at his Rolex, "five minutes, or so."

"Well, good. Say, Gerry..."

"Yes, Joe?"

"I want to thank you for what you said earlier." He then added, "You know, when Jon made that comment about my wife."

"Oh that, well, think nothing of it, Joe, It was rude of him. I couldn't let it pass. I noticed that Vic had something to say to him as well as yourself."

"Well, we'd all been drinking, and the actress did resemble Val."

"She did," Gerry agreed, "But Val would never make a film like that. I know in my heart she wouldn't. The woman has too much class."

"Thank you, Gerry, that's very kind of you."

"Think nothing of it. She's a lovely and delightful woman. I've admired her for some time now."

"Oh, I didn't know that," Joe said, wondering where the conversation was leading. But before he could make a further inquiry, Gerry's limo turned the corner and glided up to the curb where they both stood.

"My ride," Gerry said, almost apologetically.

"Ride safely," Joe said, opening the door for him.

"My fondest regards to your wife, Joe. It was a lovely evening. Perhaps we can do it, or something like it, again."

"I'd love too."

"We'll think of something... maybe have you bring Val along."

"That would be nice. Good night, Gerry."

"Good night, Joe."





Wilmington Woman's Club Ch. 36



She smiled up at him, and said softly, "I couldn't help but notice that from the moment I saw you. You were devouring me with your eyes." She felt his manhood growing against her, and sighed. Joe wanted her to go along with Gerry, she reminded herself.

Gerry knew she could feel his hard cock against her. She didn't seem to mind at all. He pressed harder, and let his hands drop down to her cute, pliant ass cheeks through her dress. Val grinned at him and said, "Gerry, this is nice, but dangerous. I'm not exactly dead to your... charms. But I'm not sure my husband would approve."

There, she had dared to raise the question, and she nervously awaited his response.

"Joe is probably in her pants right now. As you know we have some considerable business dealing with one another. There is an extremely large amount of money coming into play, and Joe has asked to be made one of the players in the deal. I agreed, with one proviso - that you become part of the deal."

"I...I didn't know," Val replied, suddenly shaken. Joe had led her to believe he had brought her here to acquire a fourth in order to satisfy Wanda.

"Joe is in a downstairs room, he probably has Kimberly laid out on the pool table as we speak, and you... you're right here, in my bedroom."

He pulled her tighter against his cock.

"Gerry... what are you doing? Oh, damn!"

And he was kissing her. He was quite good at kissing, and Val enjoyed it immensely. Then she felt his hands under her skirt and on her ass. Moments later, his roving hands were inside her brief bikini panties clutching and grabbing her bare ass. Throughout the initial fumbling, Gerry continued dry-humping her, ramming his erection into her mound and pussy.

Val became aroused and thought fleetingly, You told me to do this, Joe. I hope we're not sorry.

The kiss broke, and Val, through half-lidded eyes, said, "Gerry honey... you know... oh, God, you're making me so hot. Is there any chance someone might happen in on us?"

"No, it's my home; no one would dare violate my private space," and his hand moved inside her panties to the front and found her curly hair and the very moist opening between her swollen labia. Gerry sent two fingers into her open sheath, and Val gasped.

"Oh, Gerry, baby," she moaned, "what are you doing to me? Oh, damn!" Val squeezed his arm letting him know that he was arousing her.

"I'm going to strip you, first, and then I'm going to fuck you silly, my sweet Val. If you tell me to stop I'll try, but I don't know that I will be able to. And as for your husband... Kimberly will keep him occupied. I'm paying her a king's ransom to make sure he's diverted from looking for you."

"She's a hooker?" Val blurted out.

"Of course, and a highly paid one at that," he said, lowering the top of her dress but leaving her breasts encased in a frilly, lace bra.

"Would I be prying if I asked exactly how much she's getting?"

"Kimberly is getting a thousand dollars an hour. That is, per working hour, the remainder of her time is uncompensated."

"Oh," she exclaimed.

"She's definitely worth it, Val. But you... you're worth ten times that."

"I am?"

He was laughing as he popped her left breast free of the bra and gazed in wonder at her perfectly formed breast.

"Magnificent!" he murmured then realized he owed Val an answer. "Yes, ten times what she earns... easily."

"You're paying Joe to take me to bed?"

"No...no! Please don't misinterpret my remark. Kimberly is chattel, a form of property if you will. You, Val, are the unattainable, or almost unattainable."

"What are you giving Joe for me?" Val was not at all indignant; she had already made a conscious decision to let him have her. But her curiosity had gotten the better of her. Joe had known in advance, and not told her.

"There is... a business deal. Joe wants it very much. I cannot tell you more than that."

"All right," she said, "if that's the way it is."

"I'm sorry, but that is the way it is."

Val surprised him then, putting her hand under her exposed breast and tendering it to his mouth. Gerry didn't hesitate, and slurped her strawberry tipped bud into his mouth and suckled contentedly.

Val began to squirm as he did something's with his tongue that she had never experienced before. With a nonchalance Val found disconcerting, Gerry freed her other breast and began teasing that rapidly stiffening tip until she moaned for him to suck that one too.

Gerry went from one nipple to the other for some five minutes. By this point Val had found his erection and was squeezing it, trying to jerk him off although his penis was still constrained by his slacks.

Finally, he let a nipple pop from between his teeth and said, "Time for us to shed our clothes, darling."

They separated momentarily and quickly removed the remainder of their clothing, leaving it in two piles on the floor beside the bed. Then they embraced in the middle of the bed. "I would love to take my time and eat that darling pussy of yours and then fuck you every way I can think of, but I do have guests, so we don't have much time."

"I'd love for you to do all of that too," Val replied, looking at his sizable boner, "but I need you to just fuck me now."

Gerry wasn't a very large man, but his penis had a healthy length and thickness to it. The swollen head was a deep purple hue, and the taut skin of the shaft was shiny even in the soft light. Val's hand circled most of the shaft and began to jerk him off. With a soft giggle of a teenager in the backseat being naughty on a Friday night date, she plunged her mouth down upon him, taking in the swollen blue veins near the surface of his love muscle, and felt him pulse as her tongue laved his corona.

Then Val allowed him further entry, and he reached the back of her mouth and held his ground. She closed her lips tightly around him, sucked in her cheeks, and pulled her head back, drawing him back out of her mouth until his cockhead was between her lips again. Gerry's head rolled back, and only a quiet gurgling was heard coming from his throat. He placed his hands on top of her head, and pumped his hips back and forth fucking her face.

Val delighted in this action. She loved giving head - always had - from her first experience in the loft of her church after choir practice when she was fourteen.

"We... we better get on with the fucking," he gasped, and she released him from her mouth and he rolled away.

Laughing and feeling silly, Val hopped off the bed and ran to the large window overlooking the swimming pool. She leaned forward, hands on the thick painted white windowsill, feet spread slightly on the hardwood of the floor. Her hair fell in simple, long waves as she the gauzy curtains and peered out at the various couples around the pool. Her husband wasn't there, and she hid her disappointment, reasoning that he was still in bed with his slut.

Val glanced down and saw her breasts inches from the glass of the window. She angled herself so that her nipples rubbed against the cool, air-conditioned panes, and turned to look back at Gerry. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, stroking his tumescent cock, and staring at her.

Val laughed, realizing how she must look to him, and then gave him a come hither smile as her hair lightly grazed the windowsill. He moved to her, his right hand snaking around her side to press in on her belly. Val's lips parted as her arousal soared. Gerry's other hand slid up her spine to the back of her neck, to the back of her head and pushed it down so that she was certain to see his hand on her belly... and then down to her cunt.

"Ahhh," Val moaned with satisfaction at his knowing touch. His fingers slid into the slipperiness between her warm labia. Her heart was racing, the anticipation almost unbearable. He fingered her slowly, surely, found her spot and caused her breath to come in short exhilarations. Moments later, she was whimpering, begging him to put it in her.

But he didn't. He pulled his talented fingers out of her and drew them in a slimy, wet, slug-like trail to her breasts, and then to the hollow of her throat.

"Fuck me! Please, fuck me!" Val pleaded.

Val stopped begging when the fingers entered her mouth, and she contented herself with sucking the residue of her juices from them. She pushed against the windowsill, and then away from it and into the solid feel of his rampant cock.

"C'mon, Gerry... damn it, take me!" she moaned.

It was Gerry's turn to laugh, and as he did, he lined his erection up with Val's glistening pussy and entered her from behind. Val quickly spread her feet further apart, not to allow him a deeper penetration, but to balance herself so that she could withstand the pounding cock she knew lay in wait. She began to rub her clit each time Gerry pumped into her, and established a rhythm that had her well on the way to her much needed orgasm.

For some reason Gerry stopped humping her, although his hands remained on her hips.

"Ahhh, no! Don't stop! Please don't stop!"

Gerry resumed fucking her. But now he was changing the angle of each stroke and thereby careening into and off of hitherto untouched areas of her vagina. And when he increased the tempo of his thrusts, Val realized that she had been coming for some time and had not realized it.

He seemed to be growing inside her, and she found this unbelievable. Reflexively, she tightened around him, trying to compensate as the giddy, spinning convulsions of a tumultuous orgasm rushed in on her. The last thing Val saw before blacking out was her husband looking up at her nakedness exposed in the window; and after that, nothing.

In actual time it was only a few seconds that Val was out. She revived to find herself in Gerry's arms, his wet cock pressing against her belly.

"Oh..." she gasped, and slowly sank to her knees and took his still swollen prick in her hand. She looked at it and saw the freshly painted fingernails of her middle finger and thumb meeting, and, pulling her lips back, she filled her mouth with his essence. Fleetingly, she recalled seeing Joe looking up at her as she came, and so she forced herself to concentrate with animal-like preoccupation on the head of his cock.

Val's full, so-red lips pulled back as her head moved in a trancelike motion, her hand slipping moistly along the length of it. She was breathing faster and faster, as he swelled against her cheek.

Gerry groaned with pleasure, and suddenly, Val pulled back, unsheathing him in the process, and whipped her head from side to side as if needing to clear her brain of a cloudy, sexual haze. Her long hair fell forward across her face and mouth, two strands clinging to her full red lips.

He reached out and gently pried them away, hoping to replace them with his throbbing prick. She smiled at him, silently thanking him for his considerate move, then slowly stood, rubbing his cock along the length of her body as she rose.

Gerry kissed her then, and with a hand under each of Val's thighs, lifted her and slid his steaming cock into her glistening cunt. A moment later, his mouth nibbling the hollow of her throat, he was transporting her across the short distance from the window to the bed.

He lay on his back and Val rode him hard, grinding her cunt into his pelvis until she fell forward in giddy exhaustion, her hands landing deep in the mattress on either side of his head. Gerry laughed as he spit a strand of her hair from his mouth, and then pulled Val to him, rolling over on top of her. He kissed each breast, and then sucked each nipple. Slowly he moved down her belly, licking and tickling until reaching her cunt. There, he began to tease her clitoris, his eyes on hers the entire time.

Val was still panting from her time on top, and when he sent a finger into her, her breathing changed to uneven, raspy gasps. And when he replaced the finger with his steely cock, she croaked a series of unintelligible words and came as hard as she had on her wedding night with Joe.

Minutes later, Gerry whispered, "Are you all right?"

Val didn't answer him.

"For Christ's sake, Val, are you all right?"

One eye fluttered open.

"Val, can you hear me?"

"I... I hear you," she murmured.

"Are you all right?"

"Mmmmm, I'm wonderful. Will you please put it back in?"

"What?"

"Put it in! For Christ's sake, put it in me!"

To his credit, Gerry didn't hesitate, but drove his cock into her demanding slit, parting her twin labia as his greasy shaft sluiced almost full length into her.

"OH!" she grunted, and with a very satisfied smile, said, "Yeah... give it to me!"

Val had almost forgotten that Joe was fucking that whore, but not quite, as she thought, I'll have Gerry wanting to fuck me every night of the God damn week, how do you like that, Joe, you motherfucker?

With Gerry pounding his meat into her, it didn't take either of them long to reach an explosive climax. They collapsed in each other's arms and lay there feeling the small twinges of after pleasure tingling through their bodies

After a short time, Val sighed, and said, "That was wonderful, Gerry, but we better get back to your party."

"That was fabulous, Val. I love the way you fuck. I sure hope this wasn't a one time thing."

Val sighed again.

Gerry looked at her, and asked again, in a softer tone, "This isn't a one time thing, is it, Val?"

She looked at him, smiled and squeezed his limp cock, which was still inside her, and said, "Not as far as I'm concerned. I love the way you did me. If it will feel that good you can have me anytime, anywhere, and often too. But we have to consider Joe."

"Ah, yes, Joe," Gerry said as he untangled himself from Val's body. "Joe made a present of you to me. Did you know that?"

"I didn't actually. But I suspected something... he insisted that I bring a skimpy bikini...."

"Yes?" Gerry said, urging her on.

"We had discussed... um, adding a third to our bed, but I had no idea...."

"It would be someone as old as me," Gerry said and laughed.

"Well, you're not so old... you proved that tonight. But I had thought it might be a woman."

"The truth is Joe wants in on a business scheme of mine. I hope after this evening you won't be angry with me... I'm telling you the truth because I do want to continue our relationship."

Val nodded, and her excitement grew, Could Joe be onto something really big? she wondered. "If I'm mad at anyone, it's Joe and not you, darling," she said giving his testicles a loving caress.

"Well, good!" he said, and then handed her a card with his private number on it. "Call me anytime, day or night. I prefer that you schedule our meetings. I can rearrange my schedule easier than you, I'm certain of that."

"One day next week?" Val said, hoping he would suggest Tuesday.

"You call me. Just give me two hours to get wherever you'll be."

"That works for me," she replied and gave him one last kiss.

Gerry went down the back way. Val washed up and redressed, fixed her hair, and as she looked in the mirror, she thought, Joe wanted this. But can he really handle it? Oh, Gerry, you don't know how good you felt. And you want me again.

She descended the front staircase, managing to look regal to the many onlookers staring at her, and as she stepped into the room at the bottom of the stairs, Joe came to meet her with a look of almost panic in his eyes.

"Val honey... I missed you. You were gone a long time. I began to wonder, did you...? I mean, did you and Gerry...?"

Val read the fearful look in his eyes, leaned over and kissed his cheek. She forced a happy smile and said, "No, silly, of course not. Gerry showed me where to change and left. I put on my bikini and then sat there trying to decide if I wanted to walk around in so little. I mean it shows everything, and I wasn't sure I wanted to cause a sensation. So after a while I took it off, dressed again, and here I am. Actually I would like to go home now if it's okay with you."



Wilmington Woman's Club Ch. 37



May 6, 1989 - Meeting Gerry Attric

The following night as they strolled up the walkway to the front door of Gerry Attric's palatial mansion, Val was extremely nervous. Contrary to their agreement, she had discussed the matter with Wanda, and learned that Wanda saw no harm in the matter. "He may be looking for that fourth for us. It may be that he's not quite sure about how to go about it. This way, he can control things to some extent. And you will be in a position to provide me with feedback, as well as having tested the water before we all jump in."

They rang the bell and Joe asked, "The bikini, you did bring it?"

"I have it in my purse... it doesn't take up much room," she laughed nervously.

The door was opened by a male servant. Standing just in back of him was Gerry Attric who gave them a warm welcome, shaking Joe's hand and giving Val a big hug. Then he held her at arms length and looked her over. She had dressed in a very short mini-skirt and a low cut blouse with only a wispy little bra covering her nice firm breasts.

She knew she looked sexy, and smiled at him when he said, "Joe, your wife is such a gorgeous woman."

Joe smiled and replied, "She is... in a lot of ways."

Val was surprised to find that the way Gerry was looking at her and the manner in which she was being discussed gave her a tingle. Ordinarily, Val would have been disgusted with both of them. Instead, she said, "How about a drink? I could sure use one."

Attric led them to the large mahogany bar and introduced them to several other couples before excusing himself. They got their drinks and strolled around, taking things in. There were lots of people that neither Val nor Joe knew. The house was huge, really a mansion, and it wasn't long before they saw an oversized swimming pool through a floor-to-ceiling glass wall.

Just then Gerry returned with a great looking woman on his arm. He introduced her as Kimberly and said, "Joe, you're in banking, aren't you? Well, so is Kimberly. I bet you two have a lot in common."

Kimberly had on a swim suit under a cover up. Her suit was brief, and she looked great. The cover up she wore was open and not really hiding anything.

Val noticed Joe's eyes coveting the woman, and also knew that Kimberly had noticed and apparently didn't care if Val liked it or not. She took Joe's arm in hers and turned him away, but not before she gave Val a superior look that said, See, I took your man away just that easily. But not to worry, I'll throw him back after I'm finished with him.

Val would have gone after her, but Gerry touched her elbow and diverted her attention.

"Did you bring your suit?'" he asked genially.

Val laughed, realizing Gerry had put Kimberly up to her antics. She held up her small purse, "Yes, in here."

Gerry raised an eyebrow, and Val laughed again, and said, "It is pretty small; I'm almost embarrassed to wear it."

Gerry glanced over to where Joe and Kimberly were just going into what must have been a study, or a library. They were talking animatedly, and Joe cast a quick look back at his wife, who smiled at him and shrugged her shoulders.

As if from off in the distance, Val heard Gerry's voice, and realized he was telling her that he couldn't wait to see her in the bathing suit.

She put her hand lightly on his chest, and looked up at him. "Since you have my husband occupied at the moment, why don't you show me where I can change?"

Gerry smiled, and winked at her and took her hand in his, and led her toward the staircase. As they walked slowly up the wide stairs, Val glanced over her shoulder to see if she could catch one last glimpse of her husband and the slut he was with. But they were gone... at least out of her sight for the moment.

Val wondered what she was going to let Gerry do. He had been looking at her like she was something to eat. She almost gagged thinking about him eating her. She looked at him and said, "Where is your wife tonight? I haven't even met her."

"Oh, Elizabeth isn't here," he replied. "There was a small emergency with her mother and she flew to Maine to be with her."

Val laughed softly. "Then you're free as a bird this evening, aren't you?"

"I do have this feeling that I'm soaring up in the clouds with you on my arm, Val."

She laughed, suddenly delighted with him. "You do have quite a line, Gerry."

They reached the top of the stairs and turned down the hall, and Gerry slid his arm around her waist as they walked. She leaned into him comfortably as he told her, "My bedroom is at the end of the hall. You can change in there."

He looked at her for a moment and said, "You are a very beautiful, very desirable woman, Val. I hope Joe isn't the jealous type."

"I've never given him anything to be jealous of," she quickly replied.

"And what about Joe? Has he given you anything to worry about?"

"Are you referring to that slut he walked off with?"

Gerry laughed, and brushed against her right breast. She ignored the contact and noted that they were standing before the bedroom door, which he opened and led her in, closing it behind them.

"Uh, Gerry? Am I supposed to change with you here?"

"I would love to watch you, Val."

"Well, my sweet man, that is tempting but...."

He stepped closer, and pulled her into his arms and said, "Val, you know I want you."

Val relaxed, and let him hold her in his arms. Slowly she let her body mold into his. She had already conceded the fact that he was going to fuck her, but was concerned about Kimberly with her husband.

She smiled up at him, and said softly, "I couldn't help but notice that from the moment I saw you. You were devouring me with your eyes." She felt his manhood growing against her, and sighed. Joe wanted her to go along with Gerry, she reminded herself.

Gerry knew she could feel his hard cock against her. She didn't seem to mind at all. He pressed harder, and let his hands drop down to her cute, pliant ass cheeks through her dress. Val grinned at him and said, "Gerry, this is nice, but dangerous. I'm not exactly dead to your... charms. But I'm not sure my husband would approve."

There, she had dared to raise the question, and she nervously awaited his response.

"Joe is probably in her pants right now. As you know we have some considerable business dealing with one another. There is an extremely large amount of money coming into play, and Joe has asked to be made one of the players in the deal. I agreed, with one proviso - that you become part of the deal."

"I...I didn't know," Val replied, suddenly shaken. Joe had led her to believe he had brought her here to acquire a fourth in order to satisfy Wanda.

"Joe is in a downstairs room, he probably has Kimberly laid out on the pool table as we speak, and you... you're right here, in my bedroom."

He pulled her tighter against his cock.

"Gerry... what are you doing? Oh, damn!"

And he was kissing her. He was quite good at kissing, and Val enjoyed it immensely. Then she felt his hands under her skirt and on her ass. Moments later, his roving hands were inside her brief bikini panties clutching and grabbing her bare ass. Throughout the initial fumbling, Gerry continued dry-humping her, ramming his erection into her mound and pussy.

Val became aroused and thought fleetingly, You told me to do this, Joe. I hope we're not sorry.

The kiss broke and Val, through half-lidded eyes, said, "Gerry honey... you know... oh, God, you're making me so hot. Is there any chance someone might happen in on us?"

"No, it's my home; no one would dare violate my private space," and his hand moved inside her panties to the front and found her curly hair and the very moist opening between her swollen labia. Gerry sent two fingers into her open sheath and Val gasped.

"Oh, Gerry, baby," she moaned, "What are you doing to me? Oh, damn!" Val squeezed his arm letting him know that he was arousing her.

"I'm going to strip you, first, and then I'm going to fuck you silly, my sweet Val. If you tell me to stop, I'll try, but I don't know that I will be able to. And as for your husband... Kimberly will keep him occupied. I'm paying her a king's ransom to make sure he's diverted from looking for you."

"She's a hooker?" Val blurted out.

"Of course, and a highly paid one at that," he said, lowering the top of her dress but leaving her breasts encased in a frilly, lace bra.

"Would I be prying if I asked exactly how much she's getting?"

"Kimberly is getting a thousand dollars an hour. That is, per working hour, the remainder of her time is uncompensated."

"Oh," she exclaimed.

"She's definitely worth it, Val. But you... you're worth ten times that."

"I am?"

He was laughing as he popped her left breast free of the bra and gazed in wonder at her perfectly formed curves.

"Magnificent!" he murmured then realized he owed Val an answer. "Yes, ten times what she earns... easily."

"You're paying Joe to take me to bed?"

"No...no! Please don't misinterpret my remark. Kimberly is chattel, a form of property if you will. You, Val, are the unattainable, or almost unattainable."

"What are you giving Joe for me?" Val was not at all indignant; she had already made a conscious decision to let him have her. But her curiosity had gotten the better of her. Joe had known in advance, and not told her.

"There is... a business deal. Joe wants it very much. I cannot tell you more than that."

"All right," she said, "if that's the way it is."

"I'm sorry, but that is the way it is."

Val surprised him then, putting her hand under her exposed breast and tendering it to his mouth. Gerry didn't hesitate, and slurped her strawberry-tipped bud into his mouth and suckled contentedly.

Val began to squirm as he did something with his tongue that she had never experienced before. With a nonchalance Val found disconcerting, Gerry freed her other breast and began teasing that rapidly stiffening tip until she moaned for him to suck that one too.

Gerry went from one nipple to the other for some five minutes. By this point Val had found his erection and was squeezing it, trying to jerk him off although his penis was still constrained by his slacks.

Finally, he let a nipple pop from between his teeth and said, "Time for us to shed our clothes, darling."

They separated momentarily and quickly removed the remainder of their clothing, leaving it in two piles on the floor beside the bed. Then they embraced in the middle of the bed. "I would love to take my time and eat that darling pussy of yours and then fuck you every way I can think of, but I do have guests, so we don't have much time."

"I'd love for you to do all of that too," Val replied, looking at his sizable boner, "but I need you to fuck me just now."

Gerry wasn't a very large man, but his penis had a healthy length and thickness to it. The swollen head was a deep purple hue, and the taut skin of the shaft was shiny even in the soft light. Val's hand circled most of the shaft and began to jerk him off. With the soft giggle of a teenager in the backseat being naughty on a Friday night date, she plunged her mouth down upon him, taking in the swollen blue veins near the surface of his love muscle, and felt him pulse as her tongue laved his corona.   Then Val allowed him further entry, and he reached the back of her mouth and held his ground. She closed her lips tightly around him, sucked in her cheeks, and pulled her head back, drawing him back out of her mouth until his cockhead was between her lips again. Gerry's head rolled back, and only a quiet gurgling was heard coming from his throat. He placed his hands on top of her head, and pumped his hips back and forth fucking her face.

Val delighted in this action. She loved giving head - always had - from her first experience in the loft of her church after choir practice when she was fourteen.

"We... we better get on with the fucking," he gasped, and she released him from her mouth and he rolled away.

Laughing and feeling silly, Val hopped off the bed and ran to the large window overlooking the swimming pool. She leaned forward, hands on the thick painted white windowsill, feet spread slightly on the hardwood of the floor. Her hair fell in simple, long waves as she parted the gauzy curtains and peered out at the various couples around the pool. Her husband wasn't there, and she hid her disappointment, reasoning that he was still in bed with his slut.

Val glanced down and saw her breasts inches from the glass of the window. She angled herself so that her nipples rubbed against the cool, air-conditioned panes, and turned to look back at Gerry. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, stroking his tumescent cock, and staring at her.

Val laughed, realizing how she must look to him, and then gave him a come hither smile as her hair lightly grazed the windowsill. He moved to her, his right hand snaking around her side to press in on her belly. Val's lips parted as her arousal soared. Gerry's other hand slid up her spine to the back of her neck, to the back of her head and pushed it down so that she was certain to see his hand on her belly... and then down to her cunt.

"Ahhh," Val moaned with satisfaction at his knowing touch. His fingers slid into the slipperiness between her warm labia. Her heart was racing, the anticipation almost unbearable. He fingered her slowly, surely, found her spot and caused her breath to come in short exhilarations. Moments later, she was whimpering, begging him to put it in her.

But he didn't. He pulled his talented fingers out of her and drew them in a slimy, wet, slug-like trail to her breasts, and then to the hollow of her throat.

"Fuck me! Please, fuck me!" Val moaned.

Val stopped begging when the fingers entered her mouth, and she contented herself with sucking the residue of her juices from them. She pushed against the windowsill, and then away from it and into the solid feel of his rampant cock.

"C'mon, Gerry... damn it, take me!" she moaned.

It was Gerry's turn to laugh, and as he did, he lined his erection up with Val's glistening pussy and entered her from behind. Val quickly spread her feet further apart, not to allow him a deeper penetration, but to balance herself so that she could withstand the pounding cock she knew lay in wait. She began to rub her clit each time Gerry pumped into her, and established a rhythm that had her well on the way to her much needed orgasm.

For some reason Gerry stopped humping her, although his hands remained on her hips.

"Ahhh, no! Don't stop! Please don't stop!"

Gerry resumed fucking her. But now he was changing the angle of each stroke and thereby careening into and off of hitherto untouched areas of her vagina. And when he increased the tempo of his thrusts, Val realized that she had been coming for some time and had not realized it.

He seemed to be growing inside her, and she found this unbelievable. Reflexively, she tightened around him, trying to compensate as the giddy, spinning convulsions of a tumultuous orgasm rushed in on her. The last thing Val saw before blacking out was her husband looking up at her nakedness exposed in the window; and after that, nothing.

In actual time it was only a few seconds that Val was out. She revived to find herself in Gerry's arms, his wet cock pressing against her belly.

"Oh..." she gasped, and slowly sank to her knees and took his still swollen prick in her hand. She looked at it and saw the freshly painted fingernails of her middle finger and thumb meeting, and, pulling her lips back, she filled her mouth with his essence. Fleetingly, she recalled seeing Joe looking up at her as she came, and so she forced herself to concentrate with animal-like preoccupation on the head of his cock.

Val's full, so-red lips pulled back as her head moved in a trancelike motion, her hand slipping moistly along the length of it. She was breathing faster and faster, as he swelled against her cheek.

Gerry groaned with pleasure, and suddenly, Val pulled back, unsheathing him in the process, and whipped her head from side to side as if needing to clear her brain of a cloudy, sexual haze. Her long hair fell forward across her face and mouth, two strands clinging to her full red lips.

He reached out and gently pried them away, hoping to replace them with his throbbing prick. She smiled at him, silently thanking him for his considerate move, then slowly stood, rubbing his cock along the length of her body as she rose.

Gerry kissed her then, and with a hand under each of Val's thighs, lifted her and slid his steaming cock into her glistening cunt. A moment later, his mouth nibbling the hollow of her throat, he was transporting her across the short distance from the window to the bed.

He lay on his back and Val rode him hard, grinding her cunt into his pelvis until she fell forward in giddy exhaustion, her hands landing deep in the mattress on either side of his head. Gerry laughed as he spit a strand of her hair from his mouth, and then pulled Val to him, rolling over on top of her. He kissed each breast, and then sucked each nipple. Slowly he moved down her belly, licking and tickling until reaching her cunt. There, he began to tease her clitoris, his eyes on hers the entire time.

Val was still panting from her time on top, and when he sent a finger into her, her breathing changed to uneven, raspy gasps. And when he replaced the finger with his steely cock, she croaked a series of unintelligible words and came as hard as she had on her wedding night with Joe.

Minutes later, Gerry whispered, "Are you all right?"

Val didn't answer him.

"For Christ's sake, Val, are you all right?"

One eye fluttered open.

"Val, can you hear me?"

"I... I hear you," she murmured.

"Are you all right?"

"Mmmmm, I'm wonderful. Will you please put it back in?"

"What?"

"Put it in! For Christ's sake, put it in me!"

To his credit, Gerry didn't hesitate, but drove his cock into her demanding slit, parting her twin labia as his greasy shaft sluiced almost full length into her.

"OH!" she grunted, and with a very satisfied smile, said, "Yeah... give it to me!"

Val had almost forgotten that Joe was fucking that whore, but not quite, as she thought, I'll have Gerry wanting to fuck me every night of the God damn week, how do you like that, Joe, you motherfucker?

With Gerry pounding his meat into her, it didn't take either of them long to reach an explosive climax. They collapsed in each other's arms and lay there feeling the small twinges of after pleasure tingling through their bodies

After a short time, Val sighed, and said, "That was wonderful, Gerry, but we better get back to your party."

"That was fabulous, Val. I love the way you fuck. I sure hope this wasn't a one-time thing."

Val sighed again.

Gerry looked at her, and asked again, in a softer tone, "This isn't a one-time thing, is it, Val?"

She looked at him, smiled and squeezed his limp cock, which was still inside her, and said, "Not as far as I'm concerned. I love the way you did me. If it will feel that good you can have me anytime, anywhere, and often too. But we have to consider Joe."

"Ah, yes, Joe," Gerry said as he untangled himself from Val's body. "Joe made a present of you to me. Did you know that?"

"I didn't actually. But I suspected something... he insisted that I bring a skimpy bikini...."

"Yes?" Gerry said, urging her on.

"We had discussed... um, adding a third to our bed, but I had no idea...."

"It would be someone as old as me," Gerry said and laughed.

"Well, you're not so old... you proved that tonight. But I had thought it might be a woman."

"The truth is Joe wants in on a business scheme of mine. I hope after this evening you won't be angry with me... I'm telling you the truth because I do want to continue our relationship."




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Val nodded, and her excitement grew, Could Joe be onto something really big? she wondered. "If I'm mad at anyone, it's Joe and not you, darling," she said giving his testicles a loving caress.

"Well, good!" he said, and then handed her a card with his private number on it. "Call me anytime, day or night. I prefer that you schedule our meetings. I can rearrange my schedule easier than you, I'm certain of that."

"One day next week?" Val said, hoping he would suggest Tuesday.

"You call me. Just give me two hours to get wherever you'll be."

"That works for me," she replied and gave him one last kiss.

Gerry went down the back way. Val washed up and redressed, fixed her hair, and as she looked in the mirror, she thought, Joe wanted this. But can he really handle it? Oh, Gerry, you don't know how good you felt. And you want me again.

She descended the front staircase, managing to look regal to the many onlookers staring at her, and as she stepped into the room at the bottom of the stairs, Joe came to meet her with a look of almost panic in his eyes.

"Val honey... I missed you. You were gone a long time. I began to wonder, did you...? I mean, did you and Gerry...?"

Val read the fearful look in his eyes, leaned over and kissed his cheek. She forced a happy smile and said, "No, silly, of course not. Gerry showed me where to change and left. I put on my bikini and then sat there trying to decide if I wanted to walk around in so little. I mean, it shows everything, and I wasn't sure I wanted to cause a sensation. So after a while I took it off, dressed again, and here I am. Actually I would like to go home now if it's okay with you."



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Wilmington Woman's Club Ch. 38



"I'll do that, Marty."

"Shit, Roger, here I thought you were bringing me some good news... aw, fuck it! See what you can find out, huh?"

"Sure Marty. I'll do my best."





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Wilmington Woman's Club Ch. 41



Chapter 41

The Foursome, Act One

The day of the scheduled foursome, both Val and Joe were pretty quiet. Chores were taken care of quietly, and efficiently. Around two in the afternoon, Joe caught her in his arms and asked, "Nervous?"

"Yes," Val responded, "and excited. I keep wondering what it will be like, you know... you watching me and Wanda. And Gerry and...."

"Just remember, you'll be watching me too," he said and smiled.

"Val, why not take a nice hot bath?"

"Thanks, it's a tempting offer, but no. I want to be on edge like this. Joe, I'm so primed for this, honey. I've been wet ever since I woke up this morning. Do you know I've masturbated three times today?"

"Really? I've wanted to jerk off, but I don't dare for fear of ruining tonight's performance."

"You should have, darling. You're a bull, or a stallion, which ever is more virulent. It wouldn't damage your performance, and I doubt if it would even affect Gerry's, God love him."

"Jesus, Val, the very idea of you letting Wanda and Gerry fuck you... with me watching, has me in knots."

"You'll be fucking too, my dear. Keep that in mind when you mention watching me in action. Oh, Joe, I feel so wonderfully naughty and so sexy."

An hour before the others were to arrive, Val succumbed to Joe's idea and took a hot bath to relax. At seven-thirty, she dried herself off, perfumed her most desirable body parts, and slipped into a pair of tiny lace panties. They were sheer black and her shaven vaginal lips could be seen through the material. She turned to the left, and then the right as she looked in the mirror, loving the sight of her pert little ass in the brief panties.

She wore no bra; there seemed no sense in wearing one. They would all be nude, or nearly so, soon enough. Her skirt barely covered her rear, and her blouse was all but transparent, leaving little to the imagination.

When Joe saw her, he gave her an appreciative whistle. "You are so hot...."

Val smiled demurely, and said, "I know."

Gerry arrived first, with an expensive bottle of wine. Joe met him and they made themselves comfortable in the large living room overlooking the Cape Fear River. Val called a greeting from the bar in the next room, but was careful not to let Gerry see her. She took their drink orders and busied herself making the drinks while impatiently awaiting Wanda's arrival.

Trying to disguise his nervousness, Joe said, "Um, Gerry... I don't know exactly how to say this but..."

Gerry reached into the inside pocket of his jacket and said, "Relax, Joe. I have the contact's name and number for you." He handed Joe a business card. "Call him tomorrow, around four. Give him your name and number. That's all. He'll call you back in a few minutes. Understand he needs to use a clean phone for these conversations. Your own is good for now, but get yourself a few of those disposable phones for future use, and change them weekly."

Val came into the room, and both men stood and stared, making her tingle all over.

"Wanda's pulling into the drive, dear."

"Perfect timing," Joe said, getting up to go to the front door.

"Let me answer the door with you," Gerry said.

"I don't know if Wanda can take looking at you two hunks," Val said, smiling at them as she leaned over the couch, and allowed her half open blouse to fall apart exposing most of her breasts.

Both men went to the door with hardons bulging, and opened the door to greet Wanda, who was attired in a sensual white tennis outfit.

"Hello, Joe. Hello, Gerry. Nice to see you," she said.

"It's been too long, Wanda," Joe said, and kissed her lightly on the lips.

Gerry was more ardent with her, taking her in his arms and kissing her deeply.

"I see you haven't changed, Gerry," she said, when their mouths parted.

"I'll take that as a compliment, Wanda." He took a step back and examined her. "You're looking ravishing, as usual. Did you win your match?"

"I never play the game, darling. But I do love the outfits." She looked over their shoulders, smiled at Val, and just to distract the men, said, "Would one of you darling men please get me a drink?"

"What would you like?" Joe asked.

"A martini... gin, two olives," she replied, moving steadily toward Val. The two women hugged, and then without a word, they kissed passionately and fell upon the couch, still in an embrace.

Joe nodded to himself, and moved behind the bar to fix Wanda's drink. Gerry smiled gleefully, and plopped himself down on the loveseat just across from the two women who were still kissing.

Joe returned with the martini and stood watching the women kiss. With a wry smile on his face he turned to face Gerry who had already taken his cock out, and was stroking it as he enjoyed the sight of the women kissing. Joe shook his head; Gerry shrugged his shoulders, and slipped his erection back into his slacks.

When the kiss ended, Joe just grinned, and went over to the couch and placed Wanda's martini down on the coffee table in front of her.

"That's my wife you're making out with," he said, feigning disapproval.

"Do I need your permission?" Wanda asked genially.

"Yes, you do," he replied, glancing at Gerry who was avidly watching the encounter.

Joe, moving quickly, scooped Val up from the couch, and raised her up in the air so that she was partially over his head.

"Whee!" Val exclaimed, as he carried her over to an armchair and managed to sit down before depositing her across his lap. She tilted her head, and they kissed just as passionately as the two women had moments earlier.

"Good for you!" Wanda called out, and made for Gerry, who accepted her on his lap with open arms.

The foursome made small talk for a few minutes and might have continued except that Joe slipped his right arm around Val's neck and lightly lingered on her nipple. Both Gerry and Wanda stared, their common lust for Val evident on their faces as Joe leaned into Val and kissed her on the neck. Val's upper body flushed with evident arousal, and her nipples stood out prominently under the almost sheer blouse she wore.

"That looks very hot," Gerry said, more to Wanda than anyone else.

"Do you think so?" Wanda asked, wiggling her buttocks against his obvious erection. "Do you want a touch yourself?" she said, without taking her eyes off Val and Joe.

"I'd rather it was you touching me," Gerry said answering her question. "But I can wait."

"I don't know that I can," Wanda said, throwing Val a questioning glance that revealed her impatience to get things started.

"Well you'll have to; Val chirped happily, "I almost forgot, dinner is ready. Let's eat first and... well, whatever later."

The food was delicious, and the wine put everyone in a mellow, reflective mood, and when they returned to the sumptuous living room the fire was going, and candles provided the only lighting.

The building sexual energy in the room was almost overpowering. Gerry smiled at Joe and raised his glass of wine in a silent toast. Joe saluted him with his own, cradling the bottom of his wine glass and wondering when it would begin.

Joe found himself sitting on the oversized couch in front of the fireplace. Wanda joined him, sitting close, but not to close, and Gerry sat down on the love seat opposite them. Val was not in the room, and just when Joe began to feel some concern about her whereabouts, she returned, and sat next to Gerry, leaning over him first, providing him with a through glimpse of her chest, after opening each and every button on her blouse.

Joe shrugged his shoulders, and smiled. And so it begins, he thought. In support of his theory, Wanda slowly slid from the seat next to him, to the floor at his feet. He glanced across at his wife and Gerry. Gerry appeared a little tense as Val shifted her body, moving closer to him.

Wanda's hand snaked out and began to tickle Joe's ankle. Gerry moving quickly lifted Val's leg and laid it across his lap. If he has an erection, Joe thought, she can certain feel it.

Gerry kept busy. In one quick movement he peeled Val's blouse down her shoulders, leaving it to her on what to do with it then. But both her breasts were fully exposed for an instant, and then obscured by Gerry's head as he bent to suckle her.

Wanda crawled over to Val and Gerry, leaving Joe sitting there -- feeling that he was outside, looking in at them. Both Wanda and Gerry helped Val out of her skirt, leaving her nude, save her heels. Surprisingly, Val was totally relaxed, leaving everything to the couple attending her, and was soon on her back, legs in the air, waiting.

"So tell me, Wanda," Gerry said, ignoring Val for the moment. His index finger lightly tracing the underside of Wanda's breast under the pullover top she wore. "How did you come to meet Val?"

Wanda laughed, partly because of Val's predicament, in part because Gerry's gall pleased her immensely. She gripped Gerry's inner thigh, and told him, "I seduced her at my husband's party. She was bored out of her mind. And you, Gerry? How did you make Val's acquaintance?'

"I threw a party and provided Joe with his own entertainment. That left Val to me."

"You seduced her?"

"I'm a very capable man, Wanda."

She reached out and found his erection, gave it a hard squeeze. "So I see," she said, and they both laughed.

Meanwhile, Joe had crossed the room to them and gently lowered Val's legs to the couch. She pulled him down to her and kissed him, showing the others her tongue as it delved into his mouth. Wanda swiveled around and gave Gerry a strikingly similar kiss.

As Gerry and Wanda came out of their torrid embrace, they saw Joe cupping both of Val's breasts. Her eyes were closed, and she was breathing heavily. Little moans escaped her semi-closed lips.

Wanda found Joe's action irresistible, and left Gerry to kneel next to Joe and Val. And when Joe kissed Val again, Wanda's mouth found Val's right nipple and gave suck to it.

Joe's hand moved up to the apex of her crotch just as Gerry wedged his way next to Wanda as Val came out of her sexual stupor, realized that Wanda was nursing on her teat, and cradled her head with both hands. Only then did she reply to Joe's actions, "Um, yeah, honey, finger me!"

"Like it?" Joe laughed.

"Yes. Feel how wet I am?"

"I certainly do. Shall we fuck?" he said, as if asking her to dance.

"No, dear. Wanda here has first crack at this crack," she giggled, managing to sound like an innocent girl as she slipped from his arms, stood up and extended her hand to Wanda. Gerry fell back on his haunches, frowning at being closed off from sampling either woman's breasts for the moment.

"Here's the way it's going to be," Val said, leading Wanda toward the bedroom. Her tone boded no interference from either male. "We women are getting it on first. You men can watch, have a drink, or jerk yourselves off. We don't care. But we will be in need of some nice hard cock when we finish with each other."

Gerry's jaw dropped. Joe was stunned into silence. For a moment it was as if time stood still, Val's pert breasts stood out in carnal invitation. Wanda quickly accepted the offering; taking both of Val's breasts in her hands, and then going from nipple to nipple with her mouth while Val moaned happily.

Somehow the two women made it into the bedroom. The men followed, watching as Wanda hugged Val, and gave her a passionate kiss on the mouth while they moved to the bed.

"Thanks for inviting me," Wanda said, breathing heavily, as Val squeezed her hands underneath Wanda's tight pullover slowly pulling it over the other woman's head. Wanda wore a bra which pushed her ample breasts up and produced a deep valley between her firm globes. Val's tongue slid into this valley, licking both mounds as her hands unfastened the bra, freeing the twin beauties.

After dropping the bra to the floor, she cradled Wanda's breasts, pushing them up and bringing her nipples close to her eager mouth. Val kissed each breast then one at a time sucked the nipples into her mouth, before she knelt down to take off the Wanda's shoes. Still kneeling, Val helped Wanda out of her tennis skirt and wispy silk panties; and then, as her hands slowly pushed the panties down to Wanda's ankles, she planted a firm kiss on the other woman's cunt. Then she got up and bade Wanda lie down on the large bed. Making sure the men were both watching her, Val performed a ritual strip designed to tantalize both them and Wanda, who was already stroking herself excitedly.

Joe couldn't believe his eyes when she began undulating before them as she peeled off her miniskirt, leaving her naked except for her four inch heels. She had also shaved her pubis completely. He was used to her maintaining a closely cropped cunt, but always with a small fur pelt that sort of pointed down at her clit. Now that too was gone.

Val posed for the men's benefit, and then joined Wanda on the bed. In no time at all they were swapping spit and rubbing their cunts together in a fevered manner, as if both were concerned about coming for the first time that evening.

Tearing her mouth from Val's, Wanda gasped, "Lick me. Please lick me, Val!"

A very eager Valerie cupped Wanda's ass cheeks and raised her, bringing Wanda's cunt to her mouth; Val leaned in and vacuum sucked the other woman's labia until Wanda gasped deliriously, "Christ, yes!"

"Oh, God! Wait! Wait!" Wanda croaked as Val began tonguing her. "Oh, this is great," she panted. "You're going to make me come in just a few more seconds, Val. Joe, Joe, please... come over here. Kiss me while she does it!"

Joe scampered over to the two women, and promptly sent his tongue into Wanda's mouth.

Gerry had his cock out again, and was stroking it furiously, thinking this was the first time he had ever seen a husband and wife team up to tongue a woman.

Val paused with her mouth an inch or so away from Wanda's clitoris. Then she stuck out her tongue and licked it. Wanda's clit was already firm and emerging from under its protective hood. Val used the same technique on Wanda's clit that she would have on Joe's cock, running her tongue over it as lightly as was possible under the circumstances. Val's nose managed to drift into Wanda's pubic hair, and she had to stifle the impulse to sneeze.

Val sent her middle finger into Wanda's cunt, but continued laving her tongue over the other woman's clit. Wanda's pelvic region jerked with each touch of Val's tongue.

Joe was still kissing Wanda, but now he was letting his saliva drip into her mouth and at first she swallowed it, then as Val brought her precariously close to the edge, she began to gargle with it, causing Joe to pull away and terminate the kissing for the moment.

Val found Wanda's G-spot and stimulated it. Joe kissed Wanda again and she sent her tongue deep into his mouth and moaned as he attempted to suck it even deeper.

Val methodically worked both the G-spot and clitoris, causing Wanda to let out a little scream, and then she bit Joe's lower lip, drawing blood, but he continued kissing her. Now Wanda was perilously close, constantly rocking her cunt against Val's hungry mouth. Gerry, unable to refrain from joining the trio any longer, moved quickly to the bed, stopping only to shed his clothing. Kicking the last of his clothes aside, he reached out and took one of Val's nipples between his thumb and forefinger and squeezed it.

Val growled. He squeezed again, even harder. Val stuck a finger into Wanda's anus and attacked the woman's swollen clitoris harder.

Joe looked on as Wanda's belly rippled in a series of contractions as she came for the second time. Val stopped licking and sucking, and looked up at Wanda, waiting patiently for her climax to end.

Perhaps a minute went by. The only sexual activity during that time was Gerry's rhythmic squeezing of Val's nipples, which were now fully aroused and extended like the erasers on a number two lead pencil.

All four lay on the bed breathing heavily. No one uttered a word, until Wanda said, "Now I'll do you," breaking the silence that had pervaded the bedroom since Val last growl.

Wanda splayed Val out on the bed, and kneeling over her, cupped the younger woman's firm, upturned breasts and kissed her tiny eager nipples. She ran her hands over Val's narrow waist and slim hips. Both men fought to keep from drooling, their excitement higher than they had dreamed it could be. Wanda slowly ran her fingers across Val's belly, teased the dot of her navel and moved quickly to the recently shaven pubic mound, stopping short of actually touching her cunt.

Wanda grasped Val's legs and spread them apart. "Doesn't she have the loveliest cunt, gentlemen?" she asked, as if it were a normal conversational query.

"She does," Gerry replied quickly.

"I've always thought so," Joe said half a beat later.

Val giggled at all the attention centered on her.

"I'm sorry, Val, can't help myself," Wanda said, and with an indescribable smile on her face, grabbed Joe's stiff cock, rubbed it against her cheek, gave it a quick suck, and tossed it aside.

"Later, man, after I do your bride."

Joe could only look on helplessly as Wanda spread Val's lips apart, revealing a pair of puffy looking labia and a clit that was almost twitching with anticipation.

The women kissed again. It was an indolent kiss, but about as torrid as one could imagine. And all the while, Wanda had a finger plunging into the soupy morass of liquid seeping from Val's earthy smelling cunt.

When Wanda's fingers began teasing Val's clit, Val sighed deeply and began rocking her pelvis up and down. Val opened her eyes, saw Joe looking on, and gave him her most suggestive smile. "She's good Joe... very good. You can't imagine how this feels, and I've got two magnificent cocks waiting in the wings. I'm in heaven!"

Wanda shifted Val's body slightly to garner easier access to her cunt, then took Val's clit into her mouth and circled the tip with the edge of her tongue.

That was enough to send Val to the edge. But Wanda was a knowledgeable and relentless lover, and knew intuitively what her body wanted. She kept her from going over, by sending one finger into Val's slimy slit, and then adding a second finger; this one burrowed into Val's anus.

Gerry maneuvered himself so that he was able to take one of Val's pebbled nipples into his mouth and bit down on it. Val moaned.

He released the stiffened bud and moved to her mouth, kissed her and tasted Wanda's sex on her tongue. Perversely, he returned to grasp the spongy nipple between his fingers and rolled it, squeezing it, then releasing it, and repeated the process as their tongues dueled relentlessly.

Wanda tongued her cunt and Gerry felt a wave of arousal roll over Val. Wanda switched to licking Val's anus, but sent her fingers into her, seeking that sweet spot that all women possess. Val spread her thighs wider, inviting the fingers deeper, her slippery hole swelling around them, clutching, squeezing much as Gerry was squeezing her nipples.

Joe found himself prodded into action after having watched for several minutes, memorizing the scene before him. He started off by inserting a finger into Wanda's twat, and after several thrusts, began working his thumb into her asshole. At first he was worried that she would tell him to get lost, but all she did was grunt and shove her ass back at the invasive thumb.

Then, with Wanda's tongue gently lashing her clit, and two fingers strumming her G-spot, Val felt her climax rushing in. She wrenched her mouth from Gerry's and sought her husband's. Joe was there for her, kissing her deeply as she came under the expert tutelage of Wanda's mouth.

After Val had calmed down, Wanda looked up at the two men and with a lewd grin said, "Would one of you like to fuck my ass while I eat this delicious pussy to another cum?" Then she bent her head so that it was hovering scant inches from Val's dripping cunt and sent her long tongue into the steamy folds of flesh without waiting for a reply.




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Joe was stunned and remained frozen in place. Gerry, having more experience with women over the years, was already pumping his cock and smiling at her. He reacted swiftly, sending two fingers into Wanda's cunt. With the touch of his fingers on her sex, Wanda's face dove into Val's sodden pussy, licking and sucking insatiably.

Gerry pulled his fingers out of her and brought them to his nose, and then offered them to Val, who greedily engulfed them between her lips, sucking Wanda's juices from his fingers.

Joe handed Gerry a tube of jellied lubricant, and Gerry squeezed an ample amount onto Wanda's ass, slowly working it inside her. He used the excess to grease himself, and brought the tip of his member to her slightly puckered anus. Wanda shuddered as he attempted entry, but kept attacking Val's cunt.

"Don't worry; I'll go slowly, Wanda. I've done this many a time," Gerry said, wanting to assure her. Joe fumbled his way out of his clothes, entangling himself in trouser legs and shirt sleeves, eager to undress as quickly as possible.

Wanda's ass hurt some as Gerry tried to force his way in without waiting for her anal muscles to relax, and she called out a warning. "Go easy, Gerry, or it will end right now!"

"Okay! Okay!" he gasped, and pulled out, only to insert a finger trying to widen her ass hole.

Val, loving the attention her pussy was getting from Wanda's talented tongue, looked at her husband and laughed lewdly. "Joe, ever wonder if the expression 'a pain in the ass,' had anything to do with anal sex?"

"No," he replied, "but now that you mention it, I guess it has a lot to do with it."

"Feed me that cock, baby," Val cooed to Joe. Val's head was at the edge of the bed and Joe had only to stand next to her and let his erection plop right into her gaping mouth. After two sucks, Joe's cock flopped out of her mouth and Val moaned, "You better hold it for me, honey."

Joe was only too happy to do so, and fed his hose to her an inch at a time until she adjusted to the unusual angle and began sucking away at him.

Gerry, showing more patience this time, was succeeding in getting his dick into Wanda's ripe ass. Wanda felt her own excitement rising, grunted each time Gerry moved into her anus, but she knew that her anal channel was stretching and that in a few more minutes Gerry would be pounding the shit out of her.

Wanda, busily lapping away at Val's cunt was caught off guard when Gerry administered several hard slaps to her ass.

"Gerry, what the fuck?"

But Gerry ignored her and grabbed her nipple with his hand and twisted it.

"Ow! Damn it, Gerry..."

His experience with women had led Gerry to subdue Wanda's reaction to accepting his cock in her anus by diverting her attention. He released the nipple, but slapped her buttocks even harder.

Wanda bit her lower lip and realized that his cock was at least four inches into her and moving deeper. "Shit, Gerry, you're in!" she gasped in surprise.

"Where there's a will, there's a way," he said, and they both laughed.

Val was licking Joe's testicles while he toyed with her breasts.

Wanda returned to Val's twat, sucking her clit, causing Val to groan with pleasure. Suddenly Wanda felt Gerry's cock pulsate. A split second later he was spurting jets of scalding cum into her hitherto tight anal passageway. It felt good. It felt very good, but she didn't get off on it, and renewed her efforts to bring Val over the brink and into ecstasy land.

Gerry withdrew his softening cock from her ass and left the room to clean himself. Wanda drooled some spittle directly on Val's cunt for lubrication, and then doubled the speed of her licking and tonguing.

Val had her own hand on her left breast, milking the nipple, as she sucked contentedly on Joe's throbbing cock. Joe reached out and stretched the nipple on her right breast, eliciting a long groan from his wife.

Gerry returned to watch the two women going at it. Wanda's head was buried between Val's legs, her ass sticking up in the air, almost in the same position as when he had fucked her earlier. Her asshole gaped open, and what had appeared to be a brownish pink when he'd entered her, was now a greasy red, and perhaps slightly bruised from his rough handling.

The sight of her munching away at Val, and the slurpy noise produced by her actions excited him and he was soon solidly erect again. Not bad for a sixty year old, he thought, and casually slapped Wanda's ass again.

Val started to cum, and Wanda rolled away instantly, telling Gerry to fuck her. "Fuck her now!" she said, and he mounted the slim brunette, sinking his shaft into the swampy hole that Wanda had created for him.

Joe was at the brink of coming from Val's blowjob, but pulled away when Gerry entered his wife. He took a moment to consider his woman, enjoying the sight of her being fucked by another man. Enjoying the sight of her new, almost hairless pussy as Gerry slammed his meat into her. He couldn't tear his eyes away from Val; she seemed like a new, hitherto unknown woman to him.

It took Wanda to snap him out of it. "Give it to me!" she said. "C'mon, Joe, give me some of that fat cock." He reacted by moving to her and turning her on her stomach. "Not my ass, Joe. It's too tender right now."

Joe leaned over Wanda, let his tongue lick a trail from her spine to her neck, sending a series of sensual chills through her.

"Oh, yeah, Joe. You the man!" She cringed when his tongue licked the back of her ear. And she felt her orgasm off in the distance when he began kissing her between the shoulder blades.

She realized belatedly that she had never been kissed there before, not by a man and certainly not by a woman. His warm hand rubbed her calf to mid-thigh. The erotic foreplay instead of the frantic fuck expected had Wanda lying with her face in her hands, speechless. And her entire body was tingling.

Val, on the other hand, was coming continuously from Gerry's relentless pounding, and began to moan, ""Yesssss, you fucker! That's the way, that's the way to use my pussy! Maybe you're not such an old bastard after all!"

"Old?" Gerry shouted, "I'll show you old." He intensified his fucking, only to abruptly stop in mid-stroke and pull his cock from her clutching cunt.

"What!" Val exclaimed, confused at the loss of his heated love instrument.

Then Gerry slammed his cock into her, and slowly drew it out, only to slam it into her again and again and again.

Val was incredulous. She had never been fucked like this before and found it fantastically good.

"I take it back, lover," she gasped. "You do know how to fuck a girl after all. Give it to me harder! Show me how you fuck a nasty girl!"

In all his years of screwing women, Gerry had never heard anyone talk as filthy as Val. Her gutter mouth was almost too much for him to accept. He whipped his cock out of her pulsating cunt and leaned back on his heels.

"Put it back! Oh, please, put it back in!" she pleaded, and began fingering herself so as not to lose the thrilling sensations that filled her entire being.

Gerry told her, "I've never heard a woman talk like that! Never heard a woman call her own pussy a cunt!"  "Don't you like it when I talk nasty?" Val asked, puzzled by his response. "I mean, Joe does. He wants me to talk that way."

"C'mon, Gerry, put it back in."

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

Val wouldn't take no for an answer and swung her leg over him, and with her back to his face, she took hold of his cock, and guided it into her honey pot, and then lowered herself down until completed impaled by his shaft.

"Christ..." was all Gerry could manage before she started moving up and down on him, enjoying herself immensely.

He reached around her and grabbed both breasts.

"Ohhh, Jesus," she whimpered. "Pull 'em, pinch 'em; do it hard; make my titties hurt, oh, Baby! Use 'em anyway you want to! Go on, twist 'em, yank my babies. Make me really feel it!"

Gerry did all he could to satisfy her desires. In short order Val was moaning, letting out little screams, breathing hard and fast. Her breasts were swinging and beads of sweat had formed on her chest and forehead.

Meanwhile, Joe was kissing the backs of Wanda's legs as she ground her pelvis into the bedsheets. He moved to her ass and licked the red welts left by Gerry earlier. Wanda was moaning non-stop and had her fingers in her cunt frantically fingering herself.

When he spread her cheeks and sent his tongue on an exploratory voyage, Wanda began to babble incoherently. Whether it was her own fingers or his tender touches she never knew. But she started coming and discovered that she wasn't able to stop. Joe's talented tongue manuevered its way between her buttocks, found her puckered anus, and lightly probed it taking Wanda to yet another climax.

She was delighted with his lovemaking, and very appreciative that he was perceptive enough to take his time with her, drawing out every possible sensation she was capable of having.

And when his jaw tired, Joe quit tonguing her, and inserted his thumb in her rectal hole and her anus readily accepted the digit since Gerry's cock had stretched her open earlier.

Wanda, still utilizing her own fingers, along with Joe's fully inserted thumb, hit another plateau with this last orgasm and began pleading, "No more! Please, no more!"

Joe kissed her, fully, and hungrily. Wanda kissed him back, mindful, yet not caring where his tongue had been only moments before. In fact, she found his taste so utterly sweet that she could not believe it. Almost idily, she thought of Val, and with a start, broke off the kiss, and turned to look for her.

To be continued...



Wilmington Woman's Club Ch. 42



Chapter 42

The Foursome, Act Two

Val was in the midst of a tremendous climax and clung tightly to Gerry as she bounced up and down on the spear he had lodged deep in her cunt.

"Oh, Gerry, you old bastard," she managed to grunt, knowing he loved her talking dirty. "Do me like this, do me like a little rag doll!"

Looking on from only inches away, Joe grunted out his own encouragement. "Drill her, man! Fuck the little slut! Bang her pussy! Fuck her till she begs you to stop!"

Gerry laughed inanely, and cupped his hands under Val's ass. It's doubtful that she even felt it, so involved was she in the orgasm rippling through her system at the time. But Gerry had ideas too. 

Joe realized where he was headed and called out, "No, Gerry. Don't go there!"

But Gerry did go there; and Val let out a loud, moaning sob, "Ohhh fuck, yesssss, stick that finger in my butt." 

"Gerry, cut it out. I've never had her back there!" Joe complained.

Ignoring Joe's complaint, Gerry calmly asked his cock humping wife, "Do you take it there? It looks kinda small, maybe tighter than Wanda's. But I think you might like it there too. What do you say?"

"Jesus, Gerry, you've fucked me silly everywhere else . . . if you're man enough to get it in there, it's fine with me."

"All right then, I'm gonna put you down and ass fuck you right now!"

"Yeah, grease me up, motherfucker!"

Gerry slathered the lubricant on his cock, and then inserted a thick gob into her asshole.

Val barely twitched.

Wanda cautioned her, "Val, sweetie. This might hurt some. You be sure to tell us if it does and we'll make him stop."

"Um, thanks, Wanda. I appreciate it, but I've always wondered . . ."

"You never let me do it," Joe protested.

"I know, and I'm sorry, Joe. But this is a special occasion, one that I want to remember the rest of my life."

"It's your funeral," he said, but Val saw how hard his cock was, and knew he was as excited about it as she was.

"Joe, baby?"

"Yes, Val?"

"You can put it in my other hole."

"You want us to double you?" he asked, incredulously. 

"Well, yeah. I guess I do. Any way you can get in on this Wanda?"

"I think not," Wanda answered after considering several possibilities. "But if I think of a way I will, okay?"

"Wonderful. You think hard. Now, are we ready, gentlemen?"

"How do you want to do this, Val?" Joe asked.

She thought about it for several seconds, and then said, "Joe, get on your back." While her husband obliged her, Val instructed Gerry to wait until Joe was firmly in her pussy before attempting to stick it in her rear. 

Val lowered her lithe body down on top of Joe, and stuck his rigid cock into her pussy, and then sighed with satisfaction. Uttering a little grunt, she leaned forward, looked over her shoulder at Gerry and hissed, "Okay, you nasty sonofabitch, you know what to do, don't you? If you wanna put it in my ass, you gotta do it like this!"

The older man moved into position behind Val, being very careful to avoid touching Joe, and placed his prick against her starfish, now glistening with the anal lubrication.

"Huh-huh-huh," Val groaned, as her breathing rate tripled from the adrenalin pumping through her blood stream the moment Gerry pressed his knob against her puckered flesh.

Wanda chimed in, saying, "Remember, Gerry, go slow. Go very slow. You've got a virgin there."

Joe was moving in and out of Val's pussy, although he wasn't trying for any form of deep penetration. 

Val's eyes were tightly closed, and she bit her lip as Gerry resorted to using his thumb to widen her anal channel.

Joe began to fuck her normally, and Val responded to it, telling him how good it felt. And all the while, Gerry kept preparing her for his anal entry.

"I think," Gerry said after a few minutes had passed, "you're about ready."

"Go for it," Val blurted, wondering if she would be regretting it later.

Gerry's cockhead found it easy entering her ass, but since his cock was one that flared out, becoming much thicker on the shaft than the crown, he was forced to halt after gaining about two inches.

"Didn't hurt," Val offered her relief evident in her voice.

"Not there yet, love," Gerry grunted, and rammed his cock into her.

"Ohmygod!" Val shrieked.

Wanda punched Gerry on the shoulder. "You bastard," she screamed, "I told you to go easy!"

"I'm all right! I'm all right!" Val groaned.

"She's okay, Wanda," Joe said interceding on Gerry's behalf.

"Men," Wanda huffed, "you're all bastards!"

Meanwhile, Gerry had pulled out of Val's backdoor, and applied even more lubrication to the two of them.

"Ready, Val?" he asked tenderly.

"Go for it, Gerry," she said stoically.

Gerry took her at her word, and in two thrusts had his cock halfway up her ass.

"OH!" was the only sound Val made. But to the others it was significant in that it was a sound of surprise rather than pain.

In short order, both Joe and Gerry fell into a rhythm of alternating their strokes and Val began to get a sense of the true pleasure derived from being double fucked.

"Wanda!" Val called out. "Can you see? Is it all the way up my ass?"

"Not quite," Wanda told her. "But it will be."

"Oh, Jesus, it feels . . ."

No one answered her, nor asked any more questions. Both men were working hard to make it a memorable time for her, and not one that would be looked back on with regret.

Wanda left them for a moment and took a strap-on from her purse, then stood watching them, as she calmly attached the instrument to her body.

"Can you hear me, Val?" Gerry asked.

"Yes."

"I'm in all the way. I've bottomed out, so to speak." They both laughed giddily at his pun.

"Don't stop now," she said. "Keep on giving it to me."

Joe's cock flopped out of her pussy, and she moaned at the loss. Gerry took advantage and began to pump harder, making it difficult for Joe to reenter her pussy.

"Oh, God!"

Gerry pumped harder.

"Gonna cum!" Val yelled.

Joe managed to reinsert himself into his wife's slippery cunt, and Val's body began to quake, as both men plowed into her nether holes. She sobbed giddily, as she felt both cocks meet with only millimeters of flesh separating them.

"I'm coming, but don't stop, please, don't stop!"

The next series of thrusts sent her over the top, and she came hard. Both men kept fucking her until they emptied themselves into each of her holes. Spent, both Gerry and Joe rolled away from her, only to be replaced by Wanda, who covered her face and breasts with fevered kisses.

****

Val lay there, exultant at having been double fucked by her two lovers, and with Wanda's kisses and touches keeping her near the edge of coming yet one more time.

Val knew she should take a shower; she had a goodly amount of sperm coating her body. But she really didn't want to wash the glorious aroma of her cunt, and their sperm and sweat. She inhaled deeply through her nose, capturing as much of the sexual odors as she could. 

'Mmm, I love that smell,' she sighed to herself.

"Well, darling," Wanda whispered into her ear. "If you're not going to clean up, I want to play with you some more."

Val turned to face the other woman, and opened her arms in welcome.

"Your lovely ass seems to have fascinated the boys. Would you mind if I took a look?"

"Help yourself . . . hey! What's that thing you're wearing?"

"It's just a little old strap-on, Val honey. Don't let it bother you."

"Don't let it bother me? It's bigger than Gerry's, that's for sure."

Wanda ignored Val's protests, recalling how she all but demanded Gerry be allowed to plunder her rectum. But she treated Val's rump with reverence, kissing both cheeks and then sliding the edge of her hand up and down the crevice between her cheeks.

"I must admit," Val purred, "that does feel nice."

"Val," Joe said, trying to warn her.

"Don't be a spoilsport, honey. If I could take both you and Gerry, I should be able to take Wanda's strap-on."

"Oh, baby," Wanda cooed, as her palm caressed Val's flanks, "this skin is like ivory. And resilient . . . why I'll bet it's as soft and firm as a baby's."

"I think you're full of shit, Wanda," Val laughed, "but keep going, it feels great." 

Wanda joined in, laughing along with her, and at the same time used the opportunity to manipulate both of Val's buttocks with her hands.

"Mmmm," Val groaned appreciatively, and parted her thighs, hoping that Wanda would tease her pussy or perhaps her clit. When Wanda refused to take the hint, Val raised her ass in the air. Wanda immediately nuzzled her face in the cleft just above Val's puckered star. Val sighed and shoved her ass even higher. 

Using the thumbs of both hands, Wanda opened Karen's ass and buried her face between Val's buttocks, plying kisses everywhere but the other's rosebud.

Both Gerry and Joe now sported full erections. They wanted to mount the two women, but held back, knowing intuitively that any interruption on their part might end the games they had been playing forever.

Wanda sighed. Everyone heard it, and all eyes were riveted on her, wondering what she would do next.

Joe feared for Val's safety, Imagining how his ass would feel if Wanda were to put the strap-on in him.

Gerry watched amused, for he had allowed Kimberly to fuck him up the ass the previous month. In fact, he had initiated the session and had to instruct the beautiful but fairly simple-minded model in its use.

Wanda, pausing to allow any reticence on Val's part to subside, cupped Val's cunt in her palm to feel the wetness, and thereby measure her state of excitement. She decided Val might require some additional treatment so, turning Val's left leg to the side and using the copious supply of juices available, slid mostly on her chin into Val's vaginal entrance and sent her tongue into the gaping pink hole.

"Yes! Yes! Oh, don't stop! Don't stop! I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna CUM!"

Wanda found herself unable to contain her own excitement, and sent her right hand between her legs, pushing past the strap-on's harness and rubbed the engorged shaft of her clitoris with her fingers. 

But she retained her concentration on seducing Val's ass, and allowed the fingers of her free hand to run over the inner slopes of Val's delectable globes, now spayed to their fullest extent. 

Wanda gave Val's cunt one last, long, lingering suck and moved away, intent on continuing to mouth Val's sweet ass. But Val shuddered and came, squirting stream after stream of clear fluid that was clearly not urine, soaking a large area of the Egyptian cotton sheets with the syrupy discharge.

"Jesus Christ!" Joe yelled, "She's squirting!"

"Has she ever done it before, Joe?" Gerry asked.

"No, never!" Joe replied. "Well, maybe... I'm not sure!"

"Val, have you?"

"What?"

"Ever squirted before?"

"I...I...I don't know! I mean, I didn't know..." Val said helplessly, as the last jet was propelled from her cunt onto the sheets.

Wanda wanted to try to capture the squirting fluid, but thought Val might not appreciate it, and she did want to fuck her with the strap-on, and so she let it pass, not even offering a comment.

When she thought it appropriate, Wanda said, "Did you cum hard, Val?"

"I sure did. Did you see that?"

"Yes, you squirted."

"But, Wanda...I swear to God... I can't recall ever doing that before."

"It's okay, Val, it happens. With most women it's rare. But there are women who can do it...well, almost on demand. I mean, they put on shows for an audience."

"What?" Val said and shuddered. "They put on shows?"

"A sort of variation on the male strippers. Bringing in a female to show them up, if that's possible."

"Jesus, it takes all kinds, doesn't it?" Val said, still reeling over the shock of what she had thought was peeing uncontrollably in front of everyone.

"I guess..." she paused, and then said, "It can happen again, can't it?"

"Of course it can, but don't worry about it. The next time, if there is a next time, you'll know what's happening and will react accordingly."

"I guess," Val said, but it was evident she still couldn't believe what had happened to her, a grown woman, still learning about her body.

Wanda diverted Val's thoughts by placing her mouth at the other's anus, and tickling it with her tongue.

"OH! Now you've done it," Val grunted, "I'm going to cum again!" She shook through a fairly heavy climax, but did not squirt a drop.

Wanda decided the moment was about right to use the strap-on, and quickly inserted first one finger and then a second into Val's ass.

Val grunted, more from pleasure than discomfort, and Wanda continued to widen the anal opening. When she was satisfied with her work, Wanda pulled her fingers out and with one smooth motion, rammed the strap on in.

"Huh?" Val bleated in surprise.

"It's in, Val," Wanda whispered, "almost all the way in."

"It kinda hurts," Val protested. Wanda eased the dildo back out, leaned forward and after kissing her tailbone, eased two, then three fingers into her.

"How's that?"

"Seems okay," Val conceded, and anxious to get on with it, said, "Let's try it again."

Gerry took that opportunity to whisper to Joe, "I hope she hurries it up. I need to fuck someone pretty bad."

Joe nodded worriedly. "She could put Val out of commission with that thing."

Wanda heard them, and told them, "Go to hell, the both of you. You're not getting any pussy until I've fucked her ass, and that's that!"

She continued caressing Val's flanks, and occasionally, her pussy. It was Wanda's plan to titillate the other woman, keeping her arousal at the highest possible level. Then, when Val sighed and appeared to relax her sphincter muscles, Wanda drove the dildo into her, steadily and relentlessly and managed to avoid ripping her anus open. Rather Wanda used the dildo like a snowplow clearing a snow-filled street, opening the fissures and surging on through.

As Wanda continued working the dildo into her, Val found herself humming with pleasure. There was no gigantic orgasm, but there was an intense pleasure. And it stayed with her, not departing after a few short lived seconds. In fact, the tingling sensations would remain with her for the remainder of the evening, obliterated at times by more powerful orgasms but returning after that orgasmic surge had left.

Wanda kept thrusting and might have continued until exhausted, but for the entire time that she was working the dildo in and out of Val, she was toying with her own clit. So when she brought herself off, she suddenly felt drained of energy and stumbled away from Val, the strap-on flopping crazily about until she reached down and grabbed it, and then sat down on the floor, giddy with her success.

Val, trembling from the inner sensations roiling through her body, looked at her husband and croaked, "Joe . . . I can't describe how terrifically sensitive I am down there right now."

Gerry broke in on them, saying, "Are you up to sucking me off?"

Val looked at him strangely. She shook her shoulders and then her head, tossing her hair aside and out of her eyes. "Why the fuck not?" she said.

Joe watched open-mouthed as Val caught Gerry's hard cock in her hand, and kneeled down in front of him before taking his cock in her mouth. Gerry groaned, and she pulled it from between her lips and looked at it, then began licking it, covering the entire cockhead before taking him back in her mouth, sucking and bobbing her head up and down the length of it. 

Joe beckoned to Wanda, and she came to him, showing no reluctance whatsoever. Val pulled Gerry's cock out again, and started to stroke him and, glancing over at her husband, said, "Do you like watching this, sweetheart? Do you like seeing your wife suck this big old cock?"

Wanda squeezed Joe's balls, causing him to gasp, cautioning him to say the right thing.

"Oh, God yes, baby . . . you do him . . ." and then to spite Wanda, added, "Swallow his load and pass it on to Wanda."

"Where the fuck do you come off telling her that?" Wanda barked and gave his testicles another hard squeeze.

Val, hornier than ever, was extremely pleased by Joe's suggestion; after kissing the head of Gerry's cock, she said, "Oh, I will, honey, I will." She concentrated on getting Gerry off, tickling his balls, even working a finger into his ass, and all the while laving her tongue around his cockhead.

Moments later, Gerry spurted into her mouth, and Val, recalling Joe's request, was careful not to swallow a drop, but sealed her mouth and moved to Wanda's side.

"No! I don't want any of it!" Wanda protested.

Val used her eyes to plead with her friend, but Wanda demurred again.

"Mum on," Val mumbled, slurring her words with her mouth shut. "Tie it! Duel ike it!"

"She's telling you to try it, you'll like it," Gerry said with a mischievous smirk.

"Fuck you, Gerry!" Wanda said, but when tears began falling down Val's cheeks, she relented, saying, "Oh, shit! Okay, c'mere, baby."

The women went into a close embrace, their mouths sealed against each other. The men watched avidly Val's throat seemed to gather Gerry's sperm into one heaping load and then transferred it to the other's waiting and accepting mouth.

Once the stringy gobs had been transferred, Val broke off the kiss and opened her mouth so that the men could see that her mouth was devoid of Gerry's seminal fluid.

"Be careful. Don't swallow any, Wanda!" Val called out. "Let them see. Open your mouth!"

With a defiant look in her eyes, Wanda slowly opened her mouth to display the globs of semen laying on her tongue.

"There, you guys see that?" Val said harshly.

"Okay, you did it," Gerry said grudgingly. "Now what?"

"Now, Gerry, you kiss Wanda."

Gerry laughed, but moved to Wanda and kissed her. Wanda wasted no time in transferring the load from her mouth to his, and Gerry made a production of tilting his head back and swallowing his own semen.

"I didn't think he'd do it," Joe said, marveling at Gerry. He was certain he himself was incapable of doing it and was relieved when no one challenged him to do it.

They began to talk about their most sordid experiences. Val and Joe had little to offer. Gerry told them of conquest after conquest until waved off by the others. The general consensus was that his stories were repetitious, with Wanda coming right out and stating that they were also quite boring.

"Can you do better, Wanda?" Gerry challenged.

"Maybe," she said. "Stop me anytime if you lose interest, okay?"

They nodded, and she began her tale.

"I had had a lot to drink at a college party my sophomore year. What happened was that I took on ten guys."

"Ten guys?" Val exclaimed. Her mind boggled at the thought. "How?"

"Well, as I recall, it was mostly three at a time, but there was a point at which I had one in my pussy, one in my mouth and a third in my ass, and I was jerking off two others, all at once. They took some pictures . . . thank God this was before the internet. The guy who had it in my ass pulled out, and shot his load over my ass and spine. The others followed suit. My blowjob boy blasted into my face. My pussy boy rolled me over and came all over my tits. I took one of the others into my mouth and he came on my face and hair and the remaining guy came from my hand and got some in my ear and the back of my neck.

"The most degrading part of it... I should mention that essentially I enjoyed most of it, including the semen bath itself. But they insisted that I scoop up as much of it as possible and swallow it. I did, but the combination of booze and cum didn't sit well in my stomach, and I threw up over and over again. I was one sick whore that night."

"Wow!" Val said, awed by Wanda's story.

"You certainly topped me," Gerry conceded. "Would you by any chance care to repeat that performance some evening at my place?"




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"Go to hell, Gerry," Wanda said, turning red with anger.

"I will, I will," he said agreeably, "in due course. But for now, how about some nookie?" He waved his erection at her, and despite herself, Wanda had to smile.

"Why not? For old time's sake," she said and pulled her legs back, presenting her cunt to him. Gerry entered her and they began a slow, leisurely fuck.

Joe looked to Val; she nodded her head and assumed the same position that Wanda had moments earlier. Joe mounted her, slipped out, but Val found his erection and put it back, and they too entered into a methodical, almost dreamy copulation. When he finally pulled out, some twenty minutes later, Val had cum several times, but she looked at Joe and said, "Honey... I want more, but if you're too tired it's okay."

Gerry and Wanda had finished several minutes before, and looked on with interest, but without the desire they had had earlier.

Joe sank deep in his wife, and she groaned, "Oh, yes, baby...like that. It's sooo good." A moment later, almost as an afterthought she added, "Gerry has a lovely cock too."

Joe wondered why she was talking about Gerry's dick when it was his filling her at the moment.

"That's it, yes, just like that!" Val moaned.

Joe thrust harder, and gasped, "You want his cock instead of mine?"

"No, honey . . . no! Yes, I want Gerry's too, but not now, baby. Not now!"

"You just crave cock, huh? Is that it?" he grunted as he hammered into her.

"Oh . . . OH!" she huffed. "Yes, I want cock. I want all the cocks in the world!"

Wanda laughed. "I don't think you mean that, Val, honey."

"You . . ." Joe panted, struggling for air, "can have it, just be sure to tell me, when and with who you do it."

"Whom, Joe," Wanda said sarcastically. "It's with whom you do it. Can't you fuck and use correct English at the same time? You went to Princeton, didn't you?"

"Don't be so hard on him, Wanda," Gerry said.

She gave Gerry a scornful look, and said, as she flipped his flaccid penis in the air; "And look who's talking - Mr. Softy himself."

Val, ignoring the others, told Joe, "Yes, yes, yes, I'll tell you everything, everything, lover." Joe came in her then, sending a weak jet into her pussy, and then rolled away from her, exhausted.





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Wilmington Woman's Club Ch. 43



"He would ... he probably would," Val agreed.

"I've thought about sticking a pin into his precious condoms. That might do the trick, but he might find out. At the very least his suspicions would be aroused, and if he found out he'd never be the same man I know and love today."

"Um, I have an idea," Val said quietly.

"I'm listening," Natalie said, and wiped a tear from her eye, then reached for some tissues, handed one to Val and dabbed at her eyes with the other.

"Tell his parents. They want grandchildren; they might put pressure on him that you can't. For that matter, tell your folks too."

"He'd know I did it."

"So what? All's fair in love and war."

"So I'm at war with Vic?"

"No, you're in love with him."

The two women looked everywhere but at one another for the next two minutes as their minds raced pondering a way out of Natalie's problem.

"Natalie, maybe this morning's ... activity will be positive. I certainly hope so. But remember your husband's happiness is just as important as your own. Obviously, Vic's happiness is important to you, but is the reverse true? I mean, no one can tell you how much you want or don't want a child. I can tell you this; if you want a baby the want won't go away. It will get stronger and stronger as time goes by. 

"So the question you have to ask yourself is, "If I give up having a child, will I resent my husband for the rest of my life?" If the answer is "Yes," then eventually your marriage will end. On the other hand, if your husband agrees to have a baby, will he resent you for the rest of his life?" 

So ... um, I know this is difficult to hear ... believe me it's just as difficult to say ... having or not having children is a deal breaker for long term fulfillment in a marriage. This is something that's discussed by every couple before marriage. Sometimes two wonderful people are simply not a match for each other. I strongly recommend that you talk this over with your mother and possibly your pastor. But ultimately you have to confront him. Tell him in no uncertain terms that you want to get pregnant. That if he refuses the marriage is over. You'll want a divorce and a tidy settlement. He knew going into the marriage you wanted children; you wouldn't have married him had you known he felt that way."

"But we never discussed having children. I always wanted them, sure... but we never sat down and talked about it, Val. I can't accuse him of something that didn't happen."

"Why the hell not?"

"What?"

"Basically it would be your word against his. Most couples have that conversation. It's kind of expected that a married couple will try to have kids. I know it's not a Constitutional right, but damn it, Nat, more people will side with you than with Vic on the subject."

"I'd lose him, Val. I can't do that to him and save our marriage."

"The bottom line, Nat, pure and simple is what kind of marriage do you foresee for yourself if you give up all thought of having a child?"

"I ...I don't know."

"Talk to him. Maybe you don't make it an all or nothing conversation. But you need to know just how strong his resistance to having children is. What I'm saying is that when you find out just where he stands you can move on to your next step whatever that may prove to be."

Natalie hugged Val tightly and sobbed, "I appreciate what you've said, Val. You're a great friend and I treasure you. I ... I'll think about what you've said, really I will. And you ... you be sure to call me if anything else comes to mind, okay?"

"I will," Val promised as they hugged again. They fell silent for a time. Val took a small mirror from her purse and examined her face then applied some touches to her make up. Natalie wandered into the kitchen and poured herself another cup of coffee, but didn't taste it.

"I should be going," Val said after awhile. "Yes, I guess ...." Natalie agreed, and they stood up, hugged again and Val left.

Natalie sat down and gave serious thought to their discussion and the ramifications to her marriage if she were to confront her husband about her need to have a child. 

The coffee was cold to her tongue when she finally picked it up and drank, but she finished the cup, put it down and sat in the chair until Vic came home four hours later.



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"Yeah, I'll be sure to do that," Vic said, finished his drink, patted Gerry on the shoulder and left to go home.



Wilmington Woman's Club Ch. 45



Chapter 45

A Friend Happens By

It was a Sunday morning, the maid was off, and Val was catching up on household chores including cleaning and laundry. As she was finishing up, Joe surprised her by fixing lunch for the two of them.

Joe was finishing off his roast beef sandwich when he looked at Val and asked, "What did you enjoy the most?"

She knew exactly what he was talking about; what they had talked about most of the time since that eventful night, and she smiled lovingly at him and replied, "So many things, the other man... the other woman."

"What about having two men at once?"

"Oh, that was really hot!"

Joe smiled and nodded. "Want to do it again, I mean, with someone new?"

Val stared at him for a moment, wondering just what he was up too, and how it would affect their relationship and marriage. In her mind, there was no question but that she'd enjoy the hell out of having two men again. It was her favorite fantasy, and having lived it once, there was nothing she wanted more.

"Val?" he asked, and waited for a response.

"Oh... Sorry dear... you caught me off guard with this."

"Well?"

"I'd be interested, but only if you want it. You know me, know what I like. But I don't want to get into something that will impact our marriage. That's first and foremost, Joe."

"Frank Baumholtz called me this morning."

"Frank... OH!"

Frank Baumholtz was Joe's best friend from college. They had double dated a number of times, and a few times, Joe had made love to Val in the front seat of his car, while Frank did his date in the back. A few times after Frank dropped his date off, he would drive while Joe and Val enjoyed more sex in the back seat.

One night Frank had parked, then turned and blatantly watched them. With Val enthusiastically giving Joe a blowjob, she happened to open her eyes to find Frank watching her. He had grinned down at her. Then she had heard Joe's voice calmly asking if she'd mind if Frank watched them.

Val recalled exactly what transpired after that. She had raised her mouth off Joe's throbbing cock, and stroked it slowly. The thoughts that raced through her mind at Joe's question came back to her again after all those years. She had kept jerking Joe off, and had to pause before answering because she was so excited that she couldn't find her voice.

Finally, she managed to blurt out, "I don't mind... in fact, it's kind of exciting." Then she had returned her attention to Joe's waiting cock, wondering if Frank intended to climb into the backseat with them and fuck her while she blew Joe. To prove to them and herself that she really didn't mind she had turned her head, caught Frank's eye, and winked at him, halfway hoping that he would climb over the seat and join them.

He didn't, but Val was thrilled to hear Frank say, "Man, you are one lucky son-of-a-bitch. I've never seen any girl enjoy sucking a cock like she does."

Joe grunted, and in a husky voice was barely able to say, "Yeah... she is good at it. You love to give head, don't you, Val?"

Val had taken him from her mouth and holding his member inches away from her lips, looked directly into Frank's eyes and answered, "Mmmmm, I guess I do."

She had taken Joe's cock back into her mouth, and made him cum, and sucked him dry, without ever taking her eyes away from Frank's.

She had loved him watching her, and later she had told Joe. After that night Frank had watched them do just about everything. Val discovered that she enjoyed the sex more with him looking on. Later she had discussed her feelings with her roommate, Bernie. Bernie admitted to having and acting on similar feelings. Both girls considered themselves exhibitionists of sorts from that day on.

Joe's voice brought Val out of her reverie, and triggered a new series of lustful thoughts by telling her that Frank had asked him if Val was still the sexiest lady in the world. Val felt a tingle in her cunt. But she laughed, and said, "How flattering. Frank's still a big tease."

She managed to hide her disappointment when Joe changed the subject to his money making schemes, and soon tuned him out, by picking up a novel and pretending to read it until he left the room.

She tried to visualize how Frank might have changed in the five years since she had last seen him. Had he put on weight? Had he gone bald? Or was he more good looking than ever?"

She left the room and headed to the bathroom and masturbated while seated on the toilet, envisioning Frank climbing over the backseat and taking her from behind while she kept going down on Joe that night. Completing a fantasy she had kept dormant for several years.

The itch was still smoldering that night when Joe grinned at her and said, "Frank wanted to know if you were still as hot as you used to be. I told him you were even hotter; that I had all I could do to keep up with you."

Val felt herself grow wet, but reacted by punching Joe playfully on the shoulder and saying, "You'll have him coming in his pants, Joe. He'll think I'm some sort of uninhibited wild woman."

Joe kissed her, and said softly, "You are, and I love it... but if your appetite gets any bigger I'm not sure I can keep up with you."

Then he kissed her again, and they cuddled for sleep. As Val drifted off Joe's words came back to her. Do I want too much sex? Was Joe kidding about not being able to keep up with me?





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After delaying her return to the bedroom for fifteen minutes, Val returned to find them both snoring on the bed. Val gathered a pillow and quilt, and quietly made her way downstairs where she laid out on the couch and fell asleep while wondering what the following day had in store for her.





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Laura was so into sucking his cock and keeping her saliva to a minimum that he was forced to yank her head back in order that she might get enough air in her lungs and not pass out.

"You're ignoring my balls, Laura. Pay attention to them!" With an alacrity that pleased Alex, she expelled his cock from her mouth and paid homage to each testicle in turn, taking them fully into her mouth and tonguing them repeatedly until he made her stop.

He sent his cock back into her mouth, using it to slap her tongue repeatedly, then seeming to tire of that game, he systematically punched his cock into her cheeks, one side at a time, apparently enjoying the way his member made her cheek stretch grotesquely with each thrust.

Suddenly his cock was no where near her mouth and she heard him commanding her to get up. Her knees failed her at first, but a second yank of her hair had her struggling to her feet. He guided her across the room to a device of some kind, of which Laura had no idea of its purpose.

"Stand still!" He turned her around, removed the remainder of her clothing. Laura was panting from both extreme excitement and the exertion of following his commands.

He spun her around and began untying the rope that bound her hands behind her. "Thank you, Sir!" she murmured as the rope came undone.

"Sit!" "Yes Sir!" "Spread your legs!" "Yes Sir!"

Laura realized she was sitting on a two inch wide sheet of wood as he retied her hands so they were now in back of her neck. Then he lowered a matching sheet of wood so that it pinned her legs in place. She realized belatedly that it was a type of stockade, with her legs now protruding through the twin holes.

"Put your head down!" As soon as Laura did so, another sheet of wood pinned her head in place so she was looking down at her knees. 

It is a stockade, like the ones the Pilgrims used! she thought, not realizing that many others had used the device before and after the Pilgrims.

Alex added more weight to her neck by placing two more heavy pieces of wood on top of that already on Laura's neck, and then used two metal rods to secure them in place. Laura's eyes were wide, knowing that she was now completely helpless with this stranger. For the first time doubt crossed her mind. The ad ... why did I answer it? He can cut me into little pieces and who would know?

Laura was now positioned so that her backside was complexly exposed. She was locked in place, she could scream, but who would hear, and even that hope evaporated when he told her to open her mouth and stuck the ball gag in, muffling any sound she might make.

The safe word! I can't use the safe word! Laura thought and became paralyzed with fear.

He used a leather flogger on her, four lashes to each ass cheek, ten lashes across her back. Laura had the presence of mind to call out through the gag. It sounded like a mumble, but brought Alex's attention to the fact she was trying to communicate with him. He assumed she was thanking him for each stroke, and that kept them to a minimum.

Her back was bright red from the welts. Alex paused to assume a better position to strike her from. Laura thought he was finished and screamed when the next lash caught her unawares.

"Keep still, stop that wiggling, you're not walking past me on a street corner."

The "SLAPS!' followed by the "Thank you Sirs!" continued and grew harder until several cuts opened on Laura's flanks and shoulders.

He came around and knelt in front of her and slapped her across the face. Then as he ran two finger into her mouth, he whispered ominously, "Don't worry, I've got a couple surprises for you," and then slapped her hard across the jaw, eliciting a weak, "Thank you Sir."

Sweat was pouring down Laura's face. Her mascara, although sparingly applied before leaving home, coursed down her cheeks like twin black rivers. Still, as she assessed her situation, she was pleased. She had withstood the beating, and had to admit that although she had yet to cum, the thrashing she'd undergone had left her feeling exhilarated, like a terrific high from smoking high grade marijuana.

Alex reached into his pocket and produced a glass tube that at one end was shaped more or less like a football, only somewhat smaller in size.

"Where shall I put this? He pondered for her benefit. Laura opened her mouth as wide as possible, hoping. "No, no, not there," he said teasingly.

"My ... my pussy, Sir?"

"No ... not there. It's going in your ass while you suck my dick."

"Thank ... thank you, Sir!"

"Oh don't thank me yet. Wait until it's in." Alex stood up and caressed her face. "Don't go anywhere, I'll be right back."

He was gone for an eternity as far as Laura was concerned. In actual time it was twenty-seven minutes. Alex had gone to take a shit. When he returned, he placed a huge glob of greasy lubricant up her anus, followed by two fingers that fucked her for a minute. He asked her if she was ready.

"Yes, sir, I'm ready."

"Ask me nice." 

"Weakly Laura said, "Please stick it up my ass, Sir."

"I can't hear you!"

"PLEASE STICK IT UP MY ASS, SIR!"

Alex continued lubing her anus then introduced the pointed tip to her asshole. It went in about and inch before he began twisting and shoving the implement. Suddenly it shot into her rectum with a soft popping sound.

"Ugh!" Laura groaned.

"Well, that was easy," Alex laughed.

"Yes Sir! Thank you Sir!"

"It's not going anywhere for a while is it?"

"No sir!"

SLAP!

"Thank you Sir!"

Alex went around the device and crouched in front of Laura. "You like me taking advantage of you like that, don't you?"

"Yes, Master!"

"I'm pleased with you."

"Yes Sir!"

Why do you think I'm pleased with you?"

"I don't know Sir!"

He slapped her inner thigh and she thanked him. "Because your ass took the toy so easily, that's why."

"Thank you Sir."

"You know what else I'd like?"

"No sir?"

He ran two fingers into her mouth and tapped on her tongue "For you to keep that butt plug in your ass while you suck my dick again."

"Yes Sir."

He fed his cock to her, but Laura had some difficulty in keeping it in her mouth. Each time it flopped from her mouth she made a slurping sound as though trying to create a vacuum strong enough to draw it back into her mouth. "C'mon, you can do better!" "Yes Sir!"

He fed it to her again and she seized it, began shaking her head from side to side thereby creating a kind of balance that kept it placed in her mouth while she sucked.

Alex removed it from her mouth and asked, "What's in your ass, bitch?"

"Thank you for putting the plug in my ass."

Moments later his cock slipped from her mouth. "C'mon bitch, you go get it!" Laura strained her neck and managed to capture it with a little help from Alex. "a dedicated slave does not give up, does she?"

"Uh-uh!" she managed while keeping him firmly lodged in her mouth. Laura let the drool seep from her mouth, thinking it was an inevitable part of the process and if he wanted to punish her for it he would.

Alex suddenly yanked his tool from her mouth, slapped her across the face and said: "I've had enough for now. You sit there. Don't you dare move!"

"Yes sir!" He slapped her again and left her sitting uncomfortably in the stocks.

An hour passed, Laura thought it an eternity. Alec released her from the stocks, marched her to the far end of the loft and secured her by tying a heavy rope around her body just under her breasts , with another section of rope around her waist and yet another around her right thigh. The later served to keep her legs spread wide after he'd hung her from a hook installed in the ceiling high above. When he'd finished Laura dangled in the air.

"Comfy?"

"Yes sir!"

Using a riding crop, Alex struck Laura on the inside of her left thigh, inches from her cunt.

This elicited the loudest cry of anguish thus far, followed quickly by her feeble "Thank you Sir!"

He struck her rapidly four times, alternating thighs, each time seemingly moving closer to her cunt. Laura was grimacing with each blow, the pain was as severe as any she could recall having endured in her lifetime. But she remembered to thank him for each blow while growing more and more fearful of the blow that would come down on her tender pussy.

With 80 percent of her body now bright red from rope burn and lashings, Laura didn't know if she could withstand many more blows and told herself without a doubt she would use the safe word if he struck her pussy with the crop.

But he didn't. He left her dangling and returned a moment later with a large vibrator that resembled a microphone, the top being rounded off and when applied to Laura's pussy and clit, brought forth a howl of expected pain that in mid-shriek changed to a groan of intense pleasure.

"Thank you Sir! Thank you Sir! "Thank you Sir!" she gasped.

Pressing the vibrator more firmly into her sex, he told her that she had pleased him, and after she thanked him, immediately grunted, "OOOOH!" as he moved the toy to her clit and held it there.

"You think that's a good reward, slave?"

"OH YES! THANK YOU SIR!"

Alex played with Laura's left nipple, twisting it this way and that, but she didn't react to it although she felt the pain being inflicted. Something strange was happening to her. Her cunt was ablaze with feeling. Suddenly, she moaned, "OHMYGOD!" and began to squirt!

Laura had squirted before, but it was nothing compared to the amount of fluid that now poured from her as if she were taking a long, leisurely piss. She was mortified as it streamed down the thigh closest to the ground, but the pleasure was so intense that she had to moan in pleasure, she couldn't have contained herself even if he'd hit her clit with the riding crop.

Alex didn't say a word. He kept the vibrator on her sweet spot and Laura continued to release an incredible amount of fluid that grew into a large pool beneath her.

"OH FUCK!" she cried out, amazed at what was happening to her. The incredible feelings continued. To Laura, it was without a doubt the most magnificent orgasm she or any other women in the history of the world had ever experienced.

Eventually she stopped squirting, but the orgasm persisted. She was almost unmindful that they were recurring orgasms. In her mind, it was one continuous cum.

"I don't remember you asking permission to cum," he said ominously.

"Sorry Sir, Sorry Sir!"

But he was merely teasing her and kept the vibrator on her clit. Moments later she began to squirt again. "Sorry Sir!" she bleated. OHMYGOD! OHHH FUCK!"

Alex used the crop on her backside, she moaned and thanked him, but continued to squirt and kept coming.

The buzzing instrument entered her vagina, creating a totally new series of unbearably delightful sensations. Laura though she might pass out from the barrage her nervous system was undergoing. Lou ... you were a dirt bag ... a piece of shit ... nothing you ever did to me was remotely close to this!

With the vibrator humming inside her, Laura felt the butt plug assume some of the vibrations and came hard thinking how it would feel if he were to push the vibrator up her ass. It was just after that that Alex stopped and gave her a push that spun her in a circle.

"OHMYGOD! OHMYGOD! OHMYGOD!"

"You're fine," he assured her and she compelled herself to relax, at least a little. "Open!" he ordered and stuck his erection in her mouth. Laura sucked him feveredly, moaning at the loss when he removed it. He moved behind her and jammed it into her cunt.

OH THANK YOU SIR!" she exclaimed as his cock surged into her like a red-hot rivet fitted into a girder on a skyscraper. Alex never paused, but began jack hammering his cock into her faster than anyone in Laura's memory bank ever had. It was impossible for her to recall how many times she'd cum since entering the loft.

She was babbling at this point, occasionally a Thank you could be heard, and there was the running litany of "Oh's" and "Fuck's" that was almost non-stop.

He came in her, and when his climax ended, he turned her so she faced him. Her mouth opened instinctively and he supplied her obvious hunger by dropping it on her tongue and commanding her to: "Clean me."

When Alex was satisfied she had done her best, he grabbed her jaw and said, "I'm not done with you yet. I'll be back when I decide what to do next," and he left her dangling for five hours.





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To his surprise she happily took the proffered finger into her incredible mouth and rolled her tongue around it. A tingle shot through Robbie's body, terminating in his loins. His hand went from around her waist down to her hip. He was intent on fondling her ass, thinking she half-way expected him to do it.

"If you grab my ass," she said matter-of-factly, "I'll scream."

"That will probably bring several patrol cars here. Do you really want that?"

"Sure," she replied, "I'll tell them you tried to rape me."

"And after they arrest me, they'll drive you home in the police car and all your neighbors . . . not to mention your parents will see you getting out and going into the house with the police."

Marylou bit her lip thinking about what he'd said. "So maybe I won't scream," she told him.

He offered his finger to her and she accepted it and began sucking on it pretending she was cleansing it off the beery residue.

"Mmmm," he sighed and she giggled, and managed to retain the finger in her mouth while doing so.

To keep up appearances more than anything else, Robbie put his hand in motion again, allowing his open palm to slide from the small of her back onto her glorious left cheek, which was at once soft and firm. Marylou promptly leaned back, trapping his hand between her ass and the back of the car seat. She had abandoned all pretense of licking beer off of his finger, and was now actively giving the finger a blowjob, sliding it into and out of her mouth.

Robbie's hardon was unmistakable and Marylou was very much aware of what she was doing to him and had watched his erection grow with a certain pride and fascination women have had in that regard since time immemorial.

Letting the finger fall from her mouth, Marylou took his face between both hands, brought her lips to his, opened her mouth and sent her tongue into his mouth and past his teeth and melded with his.

They made out wildly, as only teenagers can, for nearly an hour, although it seemed like only a few minutes. Robbie felt her hands on his chest, back, and neck. He responded by opening the front of her blouse and fumbling with her bra. He was embarrassed at not being able to open the snaps on her back, and pushed the cups up higher on her chest freeing her precious breasts to his quivering hands.

She began to cry when he took a breast and inserted the nipple into his mouth.

"Am I hurting you?"

"No! It's wonderful," she sobbed.

By the time Robbie had moved to the other breast, Marylou was sliding her open palm across the front of his pants, rubbing his hardon, which had been hard forever and was leaking precum into his jeans.

Robbie was lost in her breasts and barely felt her fingers pulling down his fly. Only when her fingers slipped inside his jockey shorts did he realize how daring she was being.

Breathing heavily, Marylou whispered, "I'll jerk you off, but that's all."

"That's . . . that's fine," he gasped, realizing he'd now gone further than ever before with a girl.

They resumed their kissing as her hand found him and began pumping away. It occurred to Robbie that she might just have done this before. But he didn't have the nerve to ask for fear she would be offended and stop what she was doing.

"Tell me when you're going to . . . you know."

"When I'm gonna cum?"

"Yeah . . . ."

He kissed her and then lost in a duel of swirling tongues he began his ejaculation, having forgotten her admonition to warn her and came all over her hand, and worse, her black skirt.

Thoroughly incensed at him, Marylou jumped out of the car and walked away, following one of the twisting trails that filled the park while rubbing a tissue against the stains his seed had left on the skirt she knew her mother would check when she got home.



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He mounted her with a surprising ease, and Bernie let him take charge.

Before she knew what was happing, he had her bent back almost double, with just the tip of his cock resting within the juicy lips of her pussy, he drove into her again and again, using all the youthful energy at his disposal, the wet, flat smack of his hips thudding against her pelvis resounding through the room with each thrust.

She groaned defenselessly beneath him, her flushed face showing a mixture of pain and pleasure. She was powerless to move as he buffeted her helpless body along the couch cushions, driving her up toward the arm of the sofa with every pounding lunge. Even her arms were pinned down at her sides by her legs and wafts of cool air rushed in maddeningly between her wide spread thighs every time he withdrew.

"You're an animal!" she gasped.

"You're beautiful," he said in response, not knowing what else to say to her, and accidentally selecting the perfect sequence of words to whisper to her.

Bernie's face contorted into an unrecognizable mask of wild abandoned passion. Her womb flared, and a spilt second later his seed jetted against its walls. Robbie grunted and seemingly with each successive grunt he loosened another jet of sperm into her.

Her nails clawed a red streaked path along his back as she pulled him deep and thrust her belly up to skewer herself completely on his wildly pumping shaft. And she felt a tremendous loss when he suddenly shoved himself away from her, looking aghast for having cum in her without wearing a rubber.

Bernie saw his expression and knew the problem. She quickly reassured Robbie that it was all right. That she had adequate protection to prevent pregnancy.

"But I thought..." he began.

"Really, I'm not lying to you. I'm on the pill. You have heard of it, haven't you?"

"I thought..." he said again, "I thought all girls needed me to use a condom."

"No, not really," she told him, "It is a good idea, and if you have one, by all means use it. Regardless of what your young lady may tell you. I'm a married woman. I'm experienced in these matters, and most of all I'm not trying to get pregnant and force you to marry me like some girls might."

The relief on his face was evident, and he soon relaxed to the point where he renewed his teasing of her nipples, before telling her he was ready again. But Bernie was sore, and kissed him passionately before shooing him away, telling him to stop by the following morning around ten.





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Chapter 50





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Chapter 51

The Rendezvous

Bernie Grunfeld paid the cabby and went quickly through the black wrought iron gate and down three steps to the front walk, fishing in her handbag for the keys. She unlocked the front door and then the inside door, shutting each of them carefully behind her. She crossed the beige Oriental rug in the foyer to the elevator, got in and punched the "5" on the scale of six, and leaned back against the handrail at the rear of the car. She clamped her legs together and for the first time since leaving her office, allowed herself to smile.

After deactivating the digital alarm system inside the door to the one-bedroom apartment on the fifth floor within the allowable time, she closed and locked the door behind her, and reset the alarm.

Beyond the window of the living room, the Cape Fear River flowed swiftly out to sea. A small sailboat with red and blue stripped sails tacked toward her, using the wind that had just sprung up to good advantage. 

Bernie paid scant attention to the view. She went into the bedroom to the right off the living room, flipping the light switch for the bathroom as she passed the door. She heard the fluorescent light hum, then click on as she reached the king-sized bed. She pulled down the corner of the comforter nearest the double doors of the closet, and saw that the linen was fresh. She nodded approval. She put her handbag down on the bed, and used her left hand to steady herself against the wall behind the headboard as she removed her right shoe. Teetering a little on the other high heel, she reversed her position, and took that shoe off as well. 

Flat-footed now, she pressed her lips tightly together and pulled her dress off over her head. She opened the closet and put the dress on a padded hanger. There were four other dresses in the closet, two of them in plastic bags fresh from the cleaner's; two pairs of embroidered jeans; and five pairs of high-heeled shoes on the floor. There was also a pair of white Nike sneakers, and on a hook next to the rod hung a white negligee. 

Expanding the elastic waist of the half slip, she let it slip to the floor, and then sat down on the bed to remove her panty hose, first pinching the cotton crotch liner to revive the excitement she'd felt in the cab. She dropped the hose on the bed and unhooked her white bra, letting it drop down her arms, catching it, and dropping it on top of the hose. When she pulled down her white bikini panties, the crotch was darkly wet. 

She stood up and went quickly around the bed, pausing briefly to admire her body in the mirror. Her dark pubic hair glistened and she rubbed it hard with her hand, reaching deep between her legs to spread the moisture. Then she went over to the windows, opened the beige drapes, and stood at the middle of the window and looked out over the river shining in the late sunlight, trying to decide if she could see the figures in the boats clearly enough to make it likely they could see her.

She decided they could not, but the people walking along the boardwalk directly in front of that side of the building could if they looked up. She like that idea, and plucked at her pubic hair again. She looked down at her breasts and pinched her left nipple. It was very hard, and so was the right one.

She walked quickly into the bathroom, opened a bottle of cologne and set it on the counter. Opening the other side of the medicine cabinet, she removed a small canister of spermicidal foam and a clear plastic applicator plunger. She filled the applicator and backed up to the toilet, reaching with her left hand to make sure the seat was down. She urinated, holding the plunger aloft with her right hand, then transferred it to her left in order to use tissue. 

She spread her legs wider and inserted the plunger into her vagina, emptying the foam into herself. In front of the mirror, she put cologne behind her ears, under her breasts and generously into her crotch hair. She also put some behind her knees. Looking at herself in the mirror, she smiled again. 

She inserted the middle finger of her right hand into her vagina and stroked her clitoris. She felt herself lubricating again and continued for a few seconds, stopping soon enough to deny herself an orgasm. She looked at her face in the mirror and saw that the color in her cheeks was very high. She hugged herself and shivered. She heard the door open and close and went into the living room.

"I thought you'd never get here," she said. 

Marcolina glanced at her and smiled. "Five minutes," he said. He grinned at her, looking her up and down, admiringly. "Is it really that bad?"

"Five minutes, plus three days and two weeks," she said, moving toward him and reaching out to take his blazer off. She laid it on the back of the couch. When she turned back to him, he was removing his blue striped tie and heading for the bathroom. "Hurry up," she said.

"I am," he said, "I am. Just got to take a leak here, you know." 

She hugged herself in the living room and shivered. Then she went into the bedroom and listened to him urinating. She went to the window again and was standing there when he came out. 

"Putting on a show?" he said. He unbuttoned his shirt at the cuffs as well as the front.

"I don't know." She turned to face him, resting her buttocks on the cold window sill. "I don't know what's happening to me. I've always had this idea I'd like to go naked in public. Let people see me, you know? Of course I never did it, and then when Jon and I were first married, we took our honeymoon on the Cape, and there was one day when we were down at the beach; the beach that used to belong to the Coast Guard?"

He nodded that he understood.

"There was no one else around, and I did it. I took off my suit and Jon was horrified. Well, of course I told him there was no one else around, but he wouldn't take his off and do what I really wanted to do. Then when we were leaving, one of the park rangers, or whatever they are, drove up to us and said: 'No harm done, folks, this time. But nude bathing's not allowed here.' And then he drove off and Jon was mortified. But I wasn't. I wasn't at all."

Joe unbuckled his belt and undid his trouser clasp, letting his slacks fall to the floor; then slid into the bed. She grinned and walked around to the other side, whipped the covers back and moved in next to him, her left breast resting on his right bicep. She rubbed his stomach, moving it down to the root of his cock and then under his scrotum to caress his balls. He became fully erect. 

"Take it easy," he said softly. "It feels wonderful, but if you do it much longer I'm going to be the only one here having any fun."

She rose up and straddled him, allowing him to guide her with his hands at her waist. She inserted his cock, and leaned back in the kneeling position with her hands on his knees. She closed her eyes and sighed, "Ahhh," and then leaned forward again, putting her hands on the bed so that she crouched over him. 

"Let me do all the work," she said.

"I wouldn't change a thing," he said. 

She pumped four times, feeling his expansion in her. He ejaculated in five bursts bracketing her orgasm. They both shuddered. She lay down on his chest. 

"Is this all right now?" she said.

"Um, he groaned. He could feel the warm fluid coming out of her and dripping down his scrotum. "We're not doing the sheets any good though," he said. "Maid'll get a few laughs when she changes them this week."

She giggled. "Don't complain," she said, "I do the best I can, but when it's been this long, you know, there's just more from both of us than I can hold."

They lay back like that for a while and his cock started to become flaccid inside her. She let it retract about halfway then carefully rolled off him, so she could sit on the edge of the bed.

"Want some wine?" she asked.

"Yeah," he said, "that'd be nice."

She hopped from the bed and sauntered into the living room, retuning quickly with two glasses of wine and sat on the edge of the bed. He pulled himself up into a sitting position and accepted a glass.

"To insatiable sexual appetites," he said.

"Makes the world go round," she replied with a leering grin, clinked glasses with him, took a sip, swallowed and then belched softly, as lady-like as possible.

"Hey," she said, crossing her right leg over her left, "I got so horny waiting for your call I was thinking about going up to Fayetteville, and asking if they had any marines who wanted to have some fun."

"I'll get you a subscription to "Screw Magazine. They have all sorts of advice and opportunities for those with urgent needs."

She gave him a mock punch to the chest. "Yeah, boy, thanks a bunch. The day I fall in love with a vibrator's the day I'll know I'm ready for the old folks' home."

She unclasped her hands and turned slightly so she could grasp his erection with her left hand. She squeezed it gently and said, "Know what I'd like to do?"

"I think I have an inkling," he said then laughed as she tickled his testicles with her other hand.

"If you can manage it, I'm ready for another go," she said, then groaned as his right hand darted between her legs.

Laughing, she slid off the bed without letting go of him and knelt on the floor so she could place both hands at his crotch. She began to knead his genitals, and then stood up.

"Don't move," she said breathily. She went to the dresser and opened her handbag. She took out a sewing kit, opened it up and started back to join him.

"Hey," he said, nervously, "what're you doing?"

"It's occurred to me," she said, taking the tape measure out of the kit. She removed the little clip holding it folded and allowed it to unroll itself. "Put a neat little hem in the end there . . ."

He began to move away, but she grabbed his cock at the root and held him fast. "Just a minute, buster," she giggled, and he relaxed.

She wrapped the tape measure around his penis. He took a sip of wine and watched. She marked it, took it off and looked at it. "I was right," she said.

"Right about what?" he asked.

"I was right about that fat cock of yours."

"Oh, really?"

"Ever since the first time I had that thing in me, I knew there was something different from what I had had before. Then last week, Jon got one of his infrequent erections. Now, his cock is fairly long, although he's never let me measure him. But he's got a pretty good-sized tool. I found out I was looking forward to fucking him, yours being away and all. But he didn't do the job. So I started thinking, it must be the thickness then. You know you're almost as thick as you are long?"

"I mean, your thing's almost six inches around."

"Uh, huh," he said.

"Oh," she said, "you son of a bitch!"

"I'm sorry, you asked me and I answered you."

She gripped him hard. He used his left hand to return the favor. 

"What am I going to do with you?" she said.

"You mean, now?" he said. He fingered her clitoris. "Or are we talking long term here?"

She laughed and got back into the bed with him. "I know what we're going to do right now," she said, "and I'm damned glad of it too." 

Without further foreplay, Bernie stretched out on her bed and assumed a deliciously lewd pose . . . her legs wide apart; much wider than a woman needs to spread them to get laid. Patting her pussy fur invitingly, she said, "C'mere, lie down for awhile, you've got time . . . get close!"

Joe watched as she spread her labia open with her fingers and began a dissertation about the scenery she was displaying. Her alluring vestibule twitched slightly while she touched herself there with practiced fingers. She went on to show her labia, inner and outer, and explained how they feel and fit into foreplay, oral sex and ultimately intercourse.

She had Joe all but mesmerized as she toyed with her clit, causing the hooded pink nub to swell to a small, penis-like erection before his eyes.

"Jesus," he managed as she gasped, and then stopped short of having her climax.

"I . . . I've always been fascinated by my pussy," Bernie said, matter-of-factly. "I used to hold a mirror so I could see it better, you know?"

"You're something else," he said starting to breath more rapidly.

"Yeah, watching my little clittie swell while I diddled myself made it twice as arousing as any fantasy I could manage."

Bernie reached out and fondled his rapidly rising cock. "Almost ready, I see. Well, darling, watch how I do this," she said with a dreamy, smoky voice.

"I'd like you to do this for me . . . maybe next time," her voice trailed off. Joe watched her fingers rubbing and teasing, first with the lightest delicacy, and then with firm pressure, only to return to light, butterfly-like touches again. Bernie increased the tempo, fingers seeming to fly as they flitted here and there over her entire genital area. Joe noted that there was a special rhythm to her masturbation, a smooth, intermittent sliding of her middle fuck finger down her valley into her inner sanctum for a second or two. That maneuver tugged at her clit as it wet her finger with more internal lubricant to masturbate with. 

She began to shiver from head to toe as she rapidly finger fucked the opening and then withdrew, only to start over again with a low moan as the prelude.

Joe began to stroke his hardon.

Bernie saw him and croaked, "Go stand at the foot of the bed. You can watch me finish from there." She wanted the added turn on of seeing him masturbating because of what she was doing.

He groaned the moment her belly fluttered and he knew she was about to cum. He looked down and saw her head tilted back, her mouth open a silent scream of pleasure being uttered unconsciously. 

He felt that all too familiar tingle in his balls; felt his dick swelling in his hand.

Bernie growled. It was the first sound she had made in over a minute. Her hips began to thrust into the air as she started to cum from her fingers, and she writhed in ecstasy as the contractions within her cunt forced out rivulets of lubricating mucus that trickled down only to disappear in the cleft of her ass.

Joe groaned and started to cum. The first jet landed on the sheet between her legs. The second on her knee and as he moved closer, the third and last rope spattered directly on her belly button.

He joined her on the bed and they lay there for a while, recovering their sensibilities.

Then Bernie whispered, "Joe?"

"Yes, Bernie?"

"Would you let me sit on your face?"

He didn't answer her right away, and she quickly added, "I know, I'm full of cum and stuff, but would you?"

Joe laughed, and said, "What the hell . . ." and eased himself into position.

Bernie slowly lowered her cunt within reach of his tongue and moaned. "Christ, Joe, I'm gonna . . ."

An unmistakable sound rang out. "Blurp, blurp." 

And everything stored up in her cunt plopped out onto his face and mouth.

"Now that was nasty!" she laughed.

Joe wiped his mouth and face with his arm, and then a hand, laughing along with her.

"I'll have to go some to get even," he said.

"Bullshit, you cum in my mouth most of the time. That's only evening things up."

"Did you know you were going to dump all that on me?"

"No, not really. I did have this urge to be eaten out, though. Then as I was squatting over you, well, something inside me just let go. It was unintentional; I swear it was, baby."

He swatted her rump and got up and began to dress. "I've got a meeting in thirty minutes, Bernie."

"Oh, fuck!" she blurted. "We were just getting started."

"Hey, I've got a wife at home that needs something too," he told her, reminding her of her place.

"Yeah, and I've got a husband somewhere too, Joe."

"Don't get pissy with me, Bernie. You know the way it is."

"Okay, okay, Joe. So when do we get together again?"

"I'm not sure. Let me check my itinerary when I get back to the office. I'll call and let you know."

"Tonight? You'll call me tonight?"

"Sure. I'll call around seven."

"You promise, Joe?"

"Seven," he said, his voice changing as his temper began to flare.

"All right, Joe. I'll wait for your call."



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Chapter 52

Laura and Vic

Vic Stephens, freshly showered after a tough game of squash with a colleague, decided to have a drink or two before heading home for dinner with his wife, Natalie. As he picked up his vodka tonic, he saw one of his wife's acquaintances, Laura Strand, sitting by herself reading a book.

Taking his drink in hand, he approached her. His wife, never suspecting he would act on the information, had informed him that Laura was divorced, and very much available.

"Hi, Laura, Vic Stephens," he said, extending his hand.

"Oh, yes, you're Natalie's husband, Vic," Laura replied, accepting his handshake. "It's good to meet you. How's Nat?"

"She's fine. I'm fine, everyone's fine," he said smiling down at her.

He motioned at the chair beside her. "With anyone?" he said off-handedly.

"No," she laughed, and then tossed her hair to one side. "I'm avail . . . I mean "I'm by myself. Thought I'd have a drink, do some reading, you know . . . before heading home." 'To a bleak apartment,' she thought, but did not add.

"I'm killing time before Natalie gets home and starts dinner. May I join you?"

"Please do," she said, and he knew he had a chance at scoring then and there.

He sat down fairly close to Laura, but not so that she would find it offensive, and said, "Can I refill your drink, Laura?"

"Yes, thank you," she replied, admiring his wavy brown hair and rugged good looks. "That would be nice, Vic."

Vic signaled the bartender, got a nod of acknowledgement and turned to face Laura.

They covered the usual safe topics between men and their wife's friends, and it wasn't until he ordered a second drink for her that Laura began to open up. For the record, she had had two drinks before Vic appeared; now as she sipped from her fourth apple martini, she began to lose certain inhibitions.

"Then there's the other thing," she paused and took a deep breath. "My sex life."

"Your sex life," Vic said, gently nudging her over the line.

"Oh, I know what you and Natalie are thinking. I know what all my married friends are thinking," she said faintly slurring the word "my."

"And what are we thinking, Laura?" he said, finding her as intoxicating as she was intoxicated.

"How exciting it must be to still be available. To go out a couple times a week and meet new men, or women, as the case may be."

"You've got me there," Vic said, somberly. His eyes never left hers.

Laura felt the flush starting in her neck, knew it would spread to her breasts and thanked her stars that he wouldn't be able to see how his presence was affecting her.

"Well it's not," she said bluntly.

"How so?" he asked gently, mentally urging her on.

"For one thing, there's no one to come home to after working all day."

"But you're free to do as you wish..." he held it at that, not wanting to go too far. He hoped she would take it the extra mile.

"Christ, Vic, even getting laid is so fucking complicated," she said sorrowfully.

Inwardly, Vic threw his hands into the air in a sign of victory. Laura had crossed the line. Now anything was possible. He reminded himself to proceed cautiously.

"How so?" he asked again, confident those words even if repeated would not hurt his cause.

And they didn't. Laura, having opened the floodgates under the influence of the several drinks already imbibed, took another long gulp and said in a rush, "You guys... you think I have a license to fuck any man I take a fancy to. And...and your wives are just as bad. When for whatever reason they're pissed off at their husbands, they go shopping and mentally undress the young men...even school boys at the supermarket or mall. You all think about me, as if I'm whoring around, spreading my legs for every Tom, Dick and Harry I happen to admire that day or night."

He held up his hands in protest, but Laura continued with her rant.

"You all...each and every one of you, envy me my so called sordid sex life."

"Do we?" Vic said softly.

"Yeah, you do," she said with so much sadness, he was taken aback.

"The truth of it is that I don't get laid nearly as much as you and Natalie do."

"But you don't know..." he said, mentally calculating the number of times in the past month that he and Natalie had made the beast with two backs.

"But I can make an educated guess," she said vehemently. "And, since I'm not getting any to speak of, you damn well know you're getting more than this little old independent, single-girl on the make!

"Then too," she said, her voice rising to a shrill pitch that alarmed Vic, "there are those with a smug air of superiority, the fucking hypocrites. Yeah, they're fucking around on their spouses. Discretely of course, thinking their better than me because they've managed their lives without getting caught. Well, not yet, anyway.

"Have you quite finished?" he asked.

"Finished?"

She tossed her hair unconsciously and went on with her rant. "I especially don't like being nudged in a restaurant when some good-looking man walks by, and hearing, 'If I were in your shoes, Laura, I'd get to know him.'"

Vic was about to make a quick departure before she really erupted and caused a scene that might get back to Natalie, or one of her friends when Laura snorted.

"See why I'm so fucking bitchy? I don't really know what I want."

She looked at him, and then said, "Right after my divorce, one of the pillars of our community made a concerted effort to seduce me. I found it very upsetting." She glanced at him, and added, "I hope you don't mind my running on like this?"

"No, no," he said, and relaxed. He would be staying a little longer, he told himself.

"Is he anyone I might know? I could put him straight, you know?" he added helpfully.

He was surprised when she laughed outright. "Put him straight? That's a laugh. Vic, dear, the he you refer to, is a she."

Laura grew pensive, and said, "I owe it to some of the others to say that some of my friends are really friends. I mean, they listen to me. They try to help. Like inviting me out with them when they know some eligible bachelor will be there. But nothing has come of it so far. But I do appreciate their efforts on my behalf. I just don't know how to deal with men any more."

"Sure you do," he said, reaching out to place his hand on hers.

Laura left her hand there, enjoying the heat of their contact. Natalie is so lucky having a guy like Vic, she thought vaguely, as the alcohol did its work on her.





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December 29, 1989 - Rahway, New Jersey -- 

"Thirty-one ain't so old y'know, y'got a lotta years ahead of ya."

Marty Piatkowski didn't bother answering. He was trying to determine how best to pack. Everything he owned was spread out on the bed, all neatly folded; four white T-shirts, four pair of briefs, four pairs of white socks, three short-sleeved shirts (one dark blue, one red and one light green), one pair of khaki pants, plus the clothes he had been wearing when he was arrested for armed robbery eight years, two months and seventeen days ago.

"Marty, you listening?"

"Horace, I gotta get this stuff packed. Lemme ask you something. Do you think I should keep my old stuff, from before? I don't know as I'll ever get back into those pants."

Horace Walpole, the prison guard who had looked after Marty after Marty had stepped in and held another prisoner in check after he had stabbed Walpole in the throat during a riot, sighed. He picked up the pants and held them up against Piatkowski. The cream-colored slacks still bore some of the bloodstains from the beating the police had given Marty in subduing him that day over eight years before.

Horace admired the material. 

"Nice slack's, Marty. What is it, Italian?"

"Armani."

Horace nodded, impressed.

"I'd keep 'em, I was you."

"Naw, I got three inches more in the waist now then back then."

Back in the day, Marty had lived large. He stole cars, hijacked trucks, and robbed high stake poker games, and payrolls. Flush with cash, he hovered up cocaine for breakfast and Maker's Mark for lunch, so jittery from dope and hung over from booze he seldom bothered to eat. He had gained thirty pounds in prison.

Horace refolded the slacks. 

"Was me, I'd keep 'em. You'll lose some weight once you're out. Give yourself something to shoot for . . . getting back into those pants."

"I'm leavin' the past behind. Keep 'em for yourself."

Horace admired the slacks then looked sadly at Marty. 

"Aw, you know I can't. I'll pass'm along to one of the guys, you want. Or give'm to Goodwill."

"Whatever."

Marty went back to staring at his clothes. His suitcase was a rumpled grocery bag. In another hour, Marty would be a free man. He had served his full sentence. There was no parole board to contend with. No reporting to anyone. He was free, completely free, no strings attached.

Horace nodded to himself, as if saying he had done everything possible to get him to keep the damn Italian slacks, and then said aloud, "I'm gonna go get the papers together. I'm gonna miss you, Marty. Thanks again for what you did back then."

"Forget it, will'ya," Marty muttered, not looking up, but concentrating on layering his clothing into the bag. He had a job that he had no intention of reporting to waiting. 

Unconsciously, he glanced at his left wrist, but the eighteen thousand dollar Patek Philippe he had stolen years ago, had been unceremoniously ripped away by one of the arresting officers, and of course, never returned. For eight years he had promised himself another one just like it when he got out. 

He smiled to himself. Gentner would give him half of their loot, maybe $350,000 or so, and the watch would be his first purchase after he got himself a car.





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"Why didn't you shake your dick dry in the bowl? Zit's asked.

"Why don't you raise fuckin' chickens?" Marty snapped.

"Ah, I'm going home," Sammy said once again, this time rising and adjusting himself. "Good night all."

But he didn't go. He stayed there, sitting on the edge of the table, pretending to count his winnings, which weren't much.

Mick stood leaning against the kitchen wall, his lips moving slightly as though trying to figure out the best way to say something.

Toughey waved goodnight, and left without saying another word.

Marty waited until Zits left, turned to face Fat's and asked, "So as I was saying, what have you seen or heard from my old friend, Gentner?"

"Marty, I swear, I don't . . ."

Marty grabbed him by the throat.

"Marty!" Mick shouted. "Don't hurt him, he don't know nothin'."

"But you do, right Mick?"

"Yeah, something anyways," he said, his eyes downcast, embarrassed at being seen as an informant before the others.

The veins in Sammy's neck bulged, and he screamed, "Cocksucker!" and threw himself at the hapless Mick; landing two quick punches to Mick's face before Marty got to him, and pulled him off Mick with his left hand. A split-second later, Marty smashed a powerful right fist into Sammy's nose and Sammy dropped like a stone to the floor, his nose shattered. He lay there unconscious and bleeding.

"Think he'll tell me what I want to know, Mick?"

"Fuck no, least I don't think so. They were tight . . . him and Connie, ya know? If anything, he'll come looking for you and he won't be alone."

"So feel free to let me in on the big fucking secret, Mick," Marty said, giving Mick a winning smile and making sure that Sammy was still unconscious.

"Oh," he added, and don't worry about Sammy here, he won't be doing any talking, or making any phone calls after I finish with him."

"Not here, Marty, not here," said Fat's. "I got a business to run."

"Okay, not here, Fat's," Marty said. "Now take a walk, you don't want to know what happens next."

"I'll take a long shit. Will that be okay?"

"Sure Fat's. That'll be fine," Marty said, and started to pick Sammy up. "Um, Fat's?"

"Yeah, Marty?"

"Sammy left, he was fine. No arguments, no nothing. He just said goodnight, and left."

"That's absolutely right, Marty. He finished up one last hand and left. You and Mick stayed a while longer."

"That's a good story, Fat's. Stick to it."

Fat's nodded, and turned away, waddling into his toilet and closed the door.

"Let's get him out of here," Marty said to Mick. Together they gathered Sammy up, and got him outside. "Where's your car?" Marty asked.

"Sorry, don't have any wheels, Marty. But, Sammy here, he's got a Caddy somewhere's around here."

They found the Caddy around the corner, and dumped Sammy into the spacious trunk. Marty put on a pair of gloves and drove the Caddy several blocks, then parked in a Food Lion's parking lot.

"So what do you know, Mick?"

"Last I heard he was holed up in Asbury Park. Did a robbery in Jersey City, someone picked his face out of the files for the cops."

"You cocksucker!" Sammy yelled from the trunk. "I won't forget this. I'll get the both of ya!"

Marty said nothing, but rummaged in the glove compartment, found nothing but some old maps of New Jersey. Then he felt under the driver's seat and came up with a Glock .45.

"Maybe you will, Sammy, you son-of-a-bitch, but not in this world." Marty squeezed off four shots into the trunk, heard three hit solid meat.

Getting out of the Caddy, he told Mick to; "Open it up, see if I got him."

He had hit Sammy three times, once in the right calf, once in the chest and once through his right eye. Sammy was definitely dead.





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Wilmington Woman's Club Ch. 55



Chapter 55

Marty Learns About Conrad's Operation

After speaking with Ginnie over the phone, Tony agreed to meet with Marty and gave Ginnie an address to pass on to Marty.

Marty called Tony and confirmed his reasons for wanting to meet with him.

"You know where I am?" Tony asked.

"Yes, Ginnie gave me the address."

"Seven tonight, too soon for a meet?"

"Seven is fine, Tony. Thanks for agreeing to see me."

"We both owe that bastard a lot of payback, Marty."

"We do, Tony. See you at seven, oh, want me to come alone?"

"I'd feel better you did."

"Okay, see you at seven."





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"I suggest reinforcing each counting house," Vic said.

"Done."

"And using two or three pickup SUV's. That way they won't know which one is carrying the money. All three will be ready for them if they come at us again, and they won't know which vehicle has the money."

"I like it, Vic. Do it."

"Boss, you have any idea who knocked us off?"

"I think we can eliminate any local competition. They don't want a war any more than we do. We haven't stepped on their toes, or they ours. I don't want to start anything with them over this. I'll make a couple calls, tell them I'm not looking at them, but if they happen to hear anything I'd appreciate it if they shared it with us."

"That's good. I doubt they had anything to do with it myself," Vic said.

"On another item, Vic."

"Yes?"

"Sosnowski's probably the guy we want to take Pardo's slot."

"Boss, you think Piatkowski's behind the jobs"

"I'm positive he is. We know he's out of the joint. We know, or we're pretty sure he did Sammy. Now someone knocks off two counting houses on successive days. Marty's specialty is armed heists, which is exactly what we have here. Of course he done it."

"I can have some guys sniff around, maybe find him, you want," Vic offered.

"Yeah, do it. But I doubt we'll find the mother. He's too cute to find easily."

"So we nail him when he bites at the next place."

"I don't like it Vic, he takes down two places, it's bad for morale; it's bad for business in that someone might be tempted to try it after we stop him. And we're out the money. How much was it anyway?"

"The Paterson counters weren't sure. They had about $75,000 counted and roughly the same waiting to be counted when they got hit, so say, $150,000. We don't know what was at the Nyack warehouse."

"What was it on average?"

"On average, $225,000. But it varied by say, $20,000 week to week."

So between three hundred and three hundred fifty thousand," Conrad said thoughtfully.

"Yeah, around there," Vic agreed.

"Fucker's almost got his money back."

"What, Rad?"

"Nothing, Vic, just thinking. Just thinking. Get on this right away, will ya?"

"I'm on it Rad."

Marty Strikes Again

The take from both heists amounted to $362,440. Burns and Kunz were caught off-guard when Marty informed them that they were not finished.

"Hey, they'll be waiting for us now, Marty," Burns said.

"Where will they be waiting?"

"Why, at the counting houses, I guess," he replied.

"My specialty is hitting armored cars," Marty said with a grin.

"Yeah, so?"

"Burnsie, they gotta come to the counting house and pick up the money. Then they bring it someplace."

Both Burns and Kunz had broad grins on their faces. "Oh, I think I'm gonna like this," Kunz laughed. "Go on, I'm all ears."

"I figure we take a month, follow them everywhere they go. I expect after getting hit two days in a row, they'll be on guard. But people are funny, the more time passes, the more they tend to forget to keep their guard up. And while we follow them, we learn more about the operation."

"Right," Kunz said, jumping in, "We pick them up at the Paterson warehouse, right?"

"For starters, yes," Marty said. "The Nyack site is too hot. They'll close it down for good. But the pickup from Paterson will lead us to another place and maybe even their headquarters."

"We need another man," Burns said, holding up his chicken sandwich while chewing out the words.

"I think maybe three more men," Marty said as the others listened attentively.

"We'll do it the way the Feds do, tail them with multiple vehicles. It's less likely to come to their attention. And in the event they use two or more vehicles to transport the cash we can keep up."

"Why would they need more than one to pick up the cash?" Kunz asked.

"I can think of two reasons off hand," Marty answered. "One, they load the money in one and put a dummy load in the other. That lowers the risk of losing their dough in case we try ripping them off. Or, they put half the cash in one and half in the other, again protecting the mother lode to some extent. That's why I want to follow them for a while. We'll figure out what they're doing and when we strike, we'll hit the right pickup. We might even decide to hit the headquarters after all the pickups have been delivered."

"Man that would be the jackpot!" Burns sighed and worked at picking a stray piece of chicken from between his teeth.





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Chapter 56

February 2, 1990 - Asbury Park, New Jersey

Marty knew Conrad would have put a lot of money on his head and so he left the area and went into hiding in Trenton. But he had also put money out on Gentner; he had given them a number to call - a switchboard answering service that he had hired. A friend of a friend reached out to Tony, told him Gentner had been known to keep a low profile at a rundown duplex in Asbury Park. He even had an address to go with it. Tony called the number and simply left a time and a number for Marty to call. When Marty called him back Tony passed on what he had about Asbury Park. Marty used Western Union to wire $5000 to Tony to share with his informant as he wished.





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Chapter 57





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She broke off the kiss, pulled away; looked at him. He felt dizzy, out of breath. She leaned back against the door.

"Well," she said, "I wasn't expecting that."

He looked straight ahead, tried to slow his breathing. Nether of them spoke.

"I guess," she said after a moment, "I better go."

He turned to her and she leaned toward him, slower this time. She kissed him lightly then touched the line of his jaw, kissed him harder again.

"Is there enough room in the back seat?" she asked.

"Be more room inside," he answered.

"I'd never get you to leave," she said, her voice laced with a husky lust.

"Then there's plenty of room back there," he said. "Let's go!"





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Chapter 58

March, 1990 -- Julie, Joe's other Mistress

Joe Marcolina swiveled around in his leather chair and looked out the large window at City Hall and the Thalian Hall, which were essentially one and the same structure. He was on the phone, waiting for someone to answer.

"Hello. This is Joe Marcolina, from the Bank of Wilmington. I'm calling for Mr. Lambertson, please."

Joe listened for a moment. "Yes, I understand, but we have deadlines too..."

Joe gave the party on the other end his full attention, scowled and said, "Yes, well, Mr. Lambertson owes me a call. He's applied for a substantial loan..."

He listened some more then interrupted them; "Well I require more than just basic information from him. Can I ask you a question? Yes, about when he plans to begin excavation on the Marquis Mall, about obtaining the required permits... that type information. And I would add that I've attempted to reach him five times, not counting this call."

Joe listened to the other party, frowned then rubbed his nose. As the other party talked, he plucked at a nose hair and held it up to the window examining it.

He laughed into the receiver. "Oh... yes, I know, but just who is Lambertson? Does he even exist? He never answers his phone, or returns my calls."

After a moment of conversation Joe grimaced and said, "Yeah, okay. I'll leave my number. But if I don't hear from him by tomorrow morning, I'm tossing all the paper work on the project in the garbage."

When the other party protested that type action, Joe replied, "That's right. He can find another bank. I don't work with ghosts. Sorry, I didn't mean to bring you into my problem zone. Yeah, thank you. Goodbye."

Joe's phone rang the moment he hung up.

"Hello, Marcolina. Oh, hey, Les, yeah, you too.

"Oh, yeah, I was out there last...Wednesday. Shot a 74. Ha, ha! No, I'm not lying!"

"Joe, you got a minute?"

"For you, Les, I got five!"

"Joe, I'm sure you can understand our need to cut corners around here."

"Oh, sure, times are tight."

"We've got us a problem with Mr. Eddie Jones."

"Jonesie? He's a good man, Jonesie."

"Joe, the dumb bastard has dug himself a great big hole, and quite frankly I don't know what to do about it."

"Go on."

Les took a deep breath and said, "It sorta goes like this, Joe. About four months back, Mr. Jones used the company Visa card to pay for a hooker over in Myrtle Beach."

"Yeah, I remember that. We chewed him out and decided to forget about it. It was what... three hundred?"

"Five hundred, Joe, but you're right; we forgave the incident at the time."

"What did he do, use the card again for another hooker?"

"No, not quite. It was the hooker used the card... well, she used the card numbers, and stayed at the Beachcomber from that night until... let's see, last Thursday. Of course, we just received the Visa Statement this morning."

"Jesus! How much has it cost us?"

"$9600, Joe."

"Christ on a crutch! That's a lot of money."

"Yes Sir, that's a lot of money."

"How much does he make a year?"

"$32,800."

"He can't possibly pay us back. He's got family, and you know how that goes."

"I know, Joe. That's why we're talking."

"Fire him. Give him three weeks notice, or is that too much?"

"No, that's about right. We could go four, but under the circumstances...."

"No, make it four. He's a decent guy, and the girl made a fool out of him... and us. No sense in being cheap about it. Oh, and give him a good reference. He didn't rob us, she did. He just let his dick cloud his brain."

When Les failed to reply, Joe said, "We all right on this, Les?"

"Yes, Sir. I'll get working on his termination right away."

"Don't forget the reference letter; I'll be getting a call or two from prospective employers. I want to tell them he's an all right guy."

"Got'cha, Joe."

"Bye, Les."

Joe glanced at his Rolex, and leaped up, and went to his office door. Julie Markrop looked up from her desk, "Yes, sir?"

"Julie, please see to it that I'm not disturbed for the next ... say forty-five minutes, will you?"

"Yes, Mr. Marcolina. Does that include any calls from Mrs. Marcolina?"

"No calls at all. I need to concentrate for the next hour or so."

He closed the door to his office and sat down, recalling the fantasy-meets-reality that occurred almost daily at this time. The previous week, Joe had happened to hear a conversation as he passed by the partially open door of the break room. He had not dared to look in on them, but stood just outside and listened as "Eve" recounted how her date had shown up with an offering of strawberries and whipped cream; and ended up nibbling the berries out of her pussy and belly-button.

Captivated by the husky, sexy, sound of her low voice, and horny as hell from the details, he'd retreated to his office to let his hard-on subside. When it didn't, he masturbated at work for the first time.

The next day, he had almost forgotten about the two women, only to be jolted into a masturbatory frenzy on discovering he could hear them from the safety of his office.

Thereafter, he made it a point to all but hang out a "Do Not Disturb" sign on his office door. And almost every day thereafter, he was stoking himself one-handed, with either his head or the stethoscope pressed against the wall, where a dark spot was now discernible.

His secretary had received explicit instructions to hold all calls and not interrupt him for any reason at this hour each day. He informed her of his 'special' project, he had many 'special' projects and this wasn't an unusual request for him to make.

He got out some hand lotion and a handkerchief, placing them conveniently close at hand on the desk. The first time he had tried this, he'd blown a load all over the bottom of the desk and the carpet. He'd spent twenty very embarrassed minutes removing all traces so the cleaning staff wouldn't notice the stains; thus, the need for a handkerchief.

Four minutes later his cock kicked with a sudden pulse of blood. He heard the two women giggling and talking quietly. He heard the office door shut behind them. With an urgency that caused him to drop the stethoscope he'd borrowed from a medical friend, and customer.

Cursing silently, Joe very carefully placed the stethoscope against the wall, settled back in his chair with his other hand gripping his erection.

"... couldn't believe it when the phone rang and he insisted I answer! Vinnie was just getting ready to go down on me. Well, I didn't realize it at the time, but the whole thing was planned. Somehow, he and Gerry found out I was seeing both of them, and decided to teach me a lesson!"

"No! What happened? Please! I want all the details!"

There was a crackling noise.

"Do you want my other pop-tart? It's raspberry."

"Yum, my favorite!"

Joe waited impatiently through the sounds of rustling wrappers and soda cans being opened.

"Ahhh, that tastes good!"

Joe heard her put the can down. He was still amazed at the clarity of their voices through the thin wall. He made a mental note to never hold an important conversation in his office. Better to walk in the park across the street.

Joe had christened the one drinking, Eve. He didn't know who this woman was. But her voice made him cum like a hormone enraged teenager every afternoon at four, and this despite his weekly meetings with Bernie, and several times a week with his wife, Val, neither of whom was bad in the sack. He knew that she liked wild sex, Diet Coke, junk food and (now filing it away for future reference) raspberry pop-tarts.

And, Joe thought, it might just be a coincidence, but could the Gerry, or Jerry, she'd mentioned, possibly be Gerry Attric? Were that the case, it would almost be too good to be true.

He refocused his concentration so intently that he could swear he could hear the sound of their nylon-clad legs crossing and uncrossing, as his 4 pm goddess recounted every sordid detail of her evening.

Joe's went up a notch when "Eve" resumed speaking.

"Anyway, like I said, Vinnie told me to answer the phone. I was, like, 'Now! No way!' but he picked up the phone, and handed it to me. I got a shock when I heard Gerry on the other end! He was calling from his car phone.

"'Hey honey, it's me! What are you up to?' he asked, after I said "Hello."

A second later Vinnie bit my fucking clitoris so hard I saw stars. Well, you know how hard it is for me to be quiet during sex?"

"Eve" waited for an "uh-huh" from her friend, "I KNOW I yelped a little, but Gerry didn't say anything about it. So I told him I was watching a movie. Now, Vinnie is sucking and licking me, and I'm sooo wet my pussy is making these slushy-like noises. I was really worried Gerry might hear something. I mean, he's pretty adventurous and all, but the one time I asked if he fantasized about threesomes he was like, "Two women getting it on, far out!" And he went on about that, but never mentioned anything about two men and a woman, you know? And I don't think he'd be real happy to know I'm seeing someone else, even though we haven't said that we're exclusive."

Joe sighed, and applied a squirt of lotion to his boner, then started to stroke slowly up and down, lingering on that all too sensitive spot on the underside of his shaft, breathing deeply and slowly to control the build-up of his arousal. He hated to cum when she was still in the middle of the story, because then he couldn't really enjoy the rest of it until his batteries were recharged, and even under these circumstances that took about twenty minutes.

"Then Gerry starts getting all phone-sex on me. "Mmm, wish I was there with you. I could be licking you all over while you try to concentrate on the movie. You know how you like it when I lick behind your knees? Well, picture this; you'd be leaning back on the couch, bare-ass naked under your short skirt. I'd kneel in front of you, lift your legs up onto my shoulders, and lick ever so slowly up your left leg, nibbling first on your toes, and then moving from ankle to knee. I'd spend about ten minutes driving you crazy sucking on the crease on the back of your knee, and then moving even slower and licking up further... towards your upper thighs... and then...."

"Oh, my God!" the other woman exclaimed, clearly excited by "Eve's" story.

"So, Gerry had me panting just talking to me, and Vinnie, animal that he is, is sucking my twat, apparently oblivious to this torrid conversation I'm having on the phone.

"Honey, I'm actually panting by now, but Gerry knows I turn into super-slut when he strokes the backs of my legs, so I know he wouldn't think anything of me making some noise while he's talking to me. Oh, there was even one time he made me come. We were watching a porn movie, and he kept rubbing my legs; then he got that feather out, you remember?"

Her friend made vague, agreeing noises, not wanting to distract "Eve" from her current recollection, and Joe groaned softly regretting the fact that he'd missed that particular day's recounting.

"I didn't even stop to think why Vinnie wasn't acting suspicious about this phone call. I mean, he's got two fingers kinda rolling around down there, and he's holding my pussy open with his other hand. I can feel a big one coming. I mean, it feels to me like two guys are making love to me, instead of just one, you know? Meanwhile, Gerry keeps going on about how he'd lick up the other leg, and then finally he'd get to my pussy, only he'd just tease me for a little while first. He says, 'Then I'd stop everything, I'd just blow air on your little clit. You're so wet, your juices are pooling underneath you.'

"I'm all, 'Oh my God, Oh my God, stop teasing me. I can't take it. Lick me!'

"It was crazy, I was listening to Gerry, and his voice had me really going. Meanwhile, Vinnie... was actually blowing on my pussy... like Gerry was saying, and my hips were gyrating, wanting a cock inside me like you wouldn't believe.

"So I blurt out, 'Make me cum! Somebody, make me cum!"

"I heard Gerry's laugh first. A second later, I realized Vinnie's laughing too. The bastards were in it together! And here's me, not suspecting a fucking thing, moaning about how, 'I've got to cum, please make me cum.' "

"That was terrible... those bastards, teasing you like that," came the sympathetic voice of her female friend.

"I wasn't really thinking straight by then. Finally, Vinnie starts up again, pushing what feels like three fingers up into me. I'm stuffed full, he starts pistoning them in and out like he does with his cock when he's getting ready to cum. Oh; I'm into it all right. I even dropped the phone and opened my legs as wide as I could so he could dig a little deeper, you know?"

"Yeah, I know what you mean," her friend half-moaned.

"Suddenly, Vinnie gives a pinch to my clit and I explode. I mean... did you ever cum so hard your whole body spasms, and your mind goes blank?"

"Oh, Christ, I wish!"

Joe moaned and came into the handkerchief he had standing by for that purpose. When he'd finished, he was surprised to find he was still rock hard, and resumed stroking himself.

Eve was talking again. "You won't believe what happened next. He hangs up, and the damn doorbell rings! I didn't know whether to shit or go blind. I mean, Vinnie's lying there, his cock standing straight up in the air, grinning like an idiot.

"He says, 'Aren't you going to get that?' "Like nothing's happened!"

Joe was stroking himself. There was no urgency now; he'd cum once and the second time was still away off.

He heard "Eve" burp, and knew she'd finished a soda. Her friend giggled breathlessly, and then evidently drank deeply of her own soda, for she burped too. Both women laughed nervously.

"I was finally starting to catch on. Vinnie bounced off the bed, his cock still rock-hard, grabs my hand, pulling me out of the bedroom and down the hall to the front door. I'm too stunned to do anything but follow. He throws open the door, both of us naked as the day we were born and there's Gerry, his shirt untucked, pants unzipped, hard-on tenting his shirt, grinning like an idiot!

"I was pissed at both of them, but since Gerry was the one that scared the shit out of me by ringing the doorbell, I took it out on him, beating on his chest with my fists and yelling, 'You asshole, I can't believe you did that!'

"Vinnie grabbed me from behind and holding my arms still, said, 'Now, why are you acting like the one who's been wronged, when you've been two-timing us, Little Miss Slut?' "

"Gerry's nodding his head the whole time, while he steps inside and shuts the door. 'No wonder you didn't want me to come over last night or tonight. You had fuck-dates with Vinnie! If I hadn't decided to drop by last night and persuade you to take pity on me, I'd never have run into Vinnie on his way out the front door. We realized what was going on, and went for a drink down at the bar to plan how to teach you a lesson. Lucky for you, we were so turned on at the thought of fucking you together; we kind of got over being mad. You must have hinted at a threesome at least a dozen times. Be careful what you wish for, isn't that what they say?'

"I knew they were both still hot for me; and that was a big turn on. So I thought what the hell? You only live once, right? Vinnie still had me pressed up against him, but he'd let go of my hands. I reached behind me and grabbed his cock, and took Gerry's hand, and led them down the hall to the bedroom.

"Jesus, girl, you live dangerously!"

"Yeah, right! Let me tell you, you ain't been fucked until you've been double fucked. Those boys were all over me, and I loved it. They'd been hard for at least an hour, so I took pity..."

Joe was startled to hear "Eve's" friend snort derisively, and say, "I doubt pity was involved at all. You...."

"Fuck you! Anyway," Eve laughed, partly at herself, partly at her friend, then ..."I got some rubbers out of a drawer; ribbed ones."

"I like them so much more than the plain ones," her friend said agreeably.

"I slid it onto Vinnie; Gerry's watching, caressing his dick, you know? Then I got on top and slid all the way down his cock. Mmm, what a fabulous feeling to take it all in once. It's a little unexpected for the body, you know, so it's this almost... forced feeling. He gave this caveman groan, wow, so sexy... and started bucking up against me right away.

"Gerry watched us for a minute, then got behind me and started rubbing up against my ass. I expected it; that boy takes any excuse possible to go through the back door. I looked over my shoulder at him; then nodded towards the bottle of Astroglide and the condoms on the bedside table. He sheathed himself, lubed up his cock, and then slid a couple of fingers into me, wriggling them around to spread the lube inside my ass. When those fingers came out, I took a deep breath, pushed out, and his cock slid home.

Joe was surprised that he hadn't cum again. His cock was rock hard, he couldn't recall ever being this aroused, and yet he knew his load was a long way from spilling. He increased his masturbatory pace, listening to "Eve's" story and yearning desperately to see her face.

Eve was still regaling her friend with the double-penetration.

"I never done it, you know? I've thought about two guys and how they would do me, but I never done it."

"Trust me, you'd love it. Just as long as they take their time, and you're really hot for it. Anyway, it didn't take long for the boys to lose it, maybe five minutes, but we were moaning and groaning and thrashing around all over the bed form the very start.

I came twice in a row, right away. Vinnie kept at me, saying how tight my pussy was and all... then he started hammering away in these short little thrusts that means he's about to cum. But Gerry beat him to it. He said my ass was unbelievable, then gave out a Tarzan yell and grabbed my hips, pushing in as deep as he can. I felt his cock swell up inside me; next thing he's coming in the condom. A second later, Vinnie's cock is pulsing, and I feel him cumming inside me.

"I wanted to cum one more time, but as much as I tried to coax them into getting up for it, they couldn't; not right then anyway.

But it wasn't that bad. I mean I did cum a couple times and then they both hugged me and told me how great I was. All in all I'd do it again."

"I bet you would. Maybe I would too, given the chance."

"Well, the chance don't come that often, you know? I mean, nether guy mentioned a rematch, or anything."

"Oh shit!" Eve, blurted out, "I'm late for my hairdressing appointment!" The two women hurriedly scraped their chairs back, threw away their trash and headed out the door.

Joe leaned back in his chair and reluctantly put his dick away; resolving to give Val a good fucking later, and did. But for the rest of that day and the next he was consumed with finding out "Eve's" identity.

Marty and K.C. - Two Weeks Later

"Getting involved with me has cost you a lot hasn't it?" he said.

In the elevator, he pushed the button for 9 and when he turned to her, she kissed him. Her tongue darted out, bumped against his teeth. He opened his mouth, his upper lip a dull pain, tasted the sweet tang of the vodka, felt the softness of her breasts against his chest.

The elevator bonged and the door opened onto the corridor. She smiled and pulled away from him. He followed her to her door. Down the hall, an ice machine hummed and clattered.

"Come on in," she said, opening the door. "If you want, we can still call room service, get a drink."

"No, I'm good," he said.

She went into the bathroom and he heard water running. He turned a nightstand light on, stood in front of the mirror. He heard the water shut off.




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"Admiring yourself?" she said when she came out.

He didn't respond. She came, stood beside him.

"You're still handsome, baby, don't worry about it."

He looked at her and smiled.

She touched his chest then kissed his upper lip, his neck and then she moaned.

She slid a hand under his sweater, touched his bare chest. Her fingers drifted over his nipple, then down his chest. She rubbed him softly through his jeans then her hands went to his belt.

"Wait a minute . . ." he breathed.

"Shhh." She put a fingertip to his lips.

She reached down, caught the edge of her sweater, drew it up over her head, and shook her hair free of it. The bra was sheer white lace, her nipples hard beneath it. She tossed the sweater on the bed behind them, reached for his belt again, and unsnapped his jeans. He watched in the mirror and she tugged slightly, freed him.

She looked into his eyes, started to kneel.

"You don't have to do this," he said and then he was in her mouth and he felt himself cry out softly, almost involuntarily. He looked at her in the mirror as she worked him with her hand and mouth, felt the heat rising inside.

"Here," he said. He reached down, started to pull her up. She resisted at first, her hand and mouth moving faster, but he drew her up and off him. She looked at him, puzzled at first, and he kissed her hard, feeling the pain in his lip. His tongue slid into her mouth and she sucked on it, closed her eyes, her right hand still on him, stroking. He bent, tucked his right arm beneath her knees, lifted her up.

She looked at him as he carried her to the bed, set her on the sheets.

"You're beautiful," he said and she touched his swollen lip again, shutting him up.

"Don't talk," she said.



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Chapter 59 -- Julie & Joe, Continued

Proofed 3/22/11

The next afternoon, although Joe checked at 4:00 p.m., the women didn't come to the break room. Not surprisingly, since he surmised that the only reason they went in there was privacy it afforded them to talk about Strawberry's sex life. No one else used the break room in the late afternoon; its sterile walls were too drab compared with the bright May sunshine. Most of the employees congregated in the grounds outside the building. He grinned knowingly. If they only knew what they were missing, he thought.

At 4:10 he went to the break room himself to grab a soda from the fridge, and surprised Julie, his temporary secretary sitting at a table, eating -- his breath stopped -- was that a raspberry pop-tart?

"Oh, sir, I... I... didn't expect to see you in here. Did you need something?" she stammered.

"No, I just came to get a drink. Do you often use the break room this time of the day?"

Somehow, he got the question out in a normal tone of voice. Could this woman be his Strawberry? It was difficult to tell, because the women spoke in such low tones during the afternoon confessions that he couldn't have picked their voices out of a line-up. But now that he thought of it, there had been something strangely familiar about her voice all along.

"Oh, yes, most afternoons about this time. You don't mind, do you? I mean, you always close yourself in the office for one of your projects..." her voice rose slightly, defensively at the end, as though to head off a reprimand.

Joe assured her that he didn't mind, and somehow left without saying anything that would reveal his suspicions. He almost staggered back to his office.

It was crazy to think that this woman, with her tightly pinned hair and oh-so-proper demeanor, could be Strawberry. But the thought grew less unlikely the longer he considered the logic. The break room storytelling seemed to have started when his secretary went out on disability to have a baby, and this temporary took her place. And, as he had a habit of holding his calls at that time of day, it was only natural for her to forward all the calls to voicemail and take a break. There was another break room on the other side of the building geared for use by most employees, with the one nearest his office designed for use by management and their staff, of which she was one.

He wondered when she and her friend had first gotten together. Was it before or after he started working on monies going to the Cayman accounts every afternoon? He swiftly calculated; she'd only been working for the company about three months. Damn, to think he'd missed weeks, possibly months, of her sexual history!

He could now put a face and body to the voice in his wet dreams. How much more erotic these afternoon confessions would be, now that he knew her identity.

She had a great body, firm tits and a slender waist. A pretty face, glasses aside, with big eyes, nice lips and high cheekbones. He'd noticed, and been glad that she didn't wear much makeup.

****

On Saturday, he dragged around the house, fixing the leaky bathroom faucet that Val had been pestering him about. He even played with Caroline for an hour before telling Val he had some unfinished business at the bank; and that he was meeting a client for dinner. He apologized for leaving her alone on a Saturday, and promised to make it up to her. He dressed in suit and tie, and headed downtown, parked his car and began walking aimlessly through the streets, torturing himself with thoughts of two faceless men sitting in a spa, touching and stroking his Strawberry, to countless orgasms. He grew disgusted at his own thoughts. He didn't even know this woman, not really. So she looked and acted like a sweet, demure woman. Obviously it was all a facade.   

He decided to eat at a favored Indian restaurant; and have an escort service provide a girl to him at his secret apartment. He cursed his luck at Bernie's unavailability on this, a Saturday, but a new piece of ass was always welcome, he thought as he parked his car in front of the restaurant.

He ordered the Curried Chicken and relaxed with a glass of wine, looking around at the other patrons. Then, almost as though his mind had conjured her up, Julie Markrop, walked in. The woman whose erotic confessions he'd been jerking off about for over a week. Her sweet face apparently belied a woman of lusty sexual appetites.

She was supposed to be living out her ultimate fantasy with Gerry and Vinnie, her lovers! Something must have happened; the planned rendezvous must have fallen through somehow.

Joe watched as her eyes automatically scanned the seated diners. For once, her hair was down around her shoulders, the rich caramel color shining in the late afternoon light slanting into the front window of the restaurant. He couldn't restrain himself. He waved at her, caught her eye, and pointed to the empty chair at his small table. He noted a brief look of surprise, followed by an embarrassed smile and slight flush. He stood up as she nodded towards him, and waved away the seating attendant. She approached a little hesitantly, her eyes flickering quickly around him as though to assure herself he was alone and really meant to invite her to sit.

He smiled reassuringly. As soon as she got close enough, he called out to her. "Hey, Julie! Come on over, sit down, and join me." He was proud that his voice sounded friendly, cheerful, and didn't betray his nervousness. His heart was pounding, his palms suddenly moist.

She gave a quick shake of her head, and sat down in the chair he had pulled out for her. Joe took in her pretty face, and the yellow and black sundress made of some kind of crinkly material that moved and flowed around her curvy body. The bodice was low, but not overly so, showing just a hint of cleavage. She's dressed to meet someone, he told himself, and prepared to let her leave without any protest should he, or she show up.

"Thank you for inviting me to sit down, Mr. Marcolina" she said politely. She picked up the menu, flipped open the pages, her eyes flickering back and forth between the menu and him. She caught him glancing at her breasts and hunched her shoulders slightly forward. He broke the awkward silence that had descended.

"Do you come here often?"

"No, this is my first visit. A friend told me the Curried Chicken is excellent."

He grinned in quick surprise at the coincidence, and told her that's what he had ordered. She giggled a little bit, and his cock surged at the sparkle in her dark eyes.

That was the sexy giggle he'd heard every afternoon through the wall next to his office. It was her! This temp was most certainly the mystery woman he'd known only as "Strawberry".

He sat back, carefully concealing the momentary swell of his erection behind the cloth napkin, and casually asked, "Do you have plans for this evening?"

She looked at him somewhat quizzically, but answered, "Yes, I did. But it would appear that they've fallen through." That was all she said. He was left with a million questions, none of which he could ask. Finally he made a comment about how much he liked Indian food, and they began a conversation about their favorite restaurants and cuisines.

Their food arrived and they both dug in with more relief than hunger. She was nervous, sitting across from her boss, realizing not for the first time what an attractive man he was. It wasn't so much his looks, which many would consider average. Medium height, broad shoulders on an otherwise medium build, stubborn jaw line, deep-set eyes, and a slow smile that struggled to reveal a dimple in his left cheek. No, taken feature by feature he was no male model. But he exuded an air of authority and confidence that attracted her. It made him seem taller, broader, and more solid than his actual physical presence.

She'd heard the girls at the office gossiping about him. He was married. He had a child. He was a workaholic, He played around, or did he? That was an open question among all the girls she'd talked with. Julie smiled inwardly, and put one rumor to rest, he was a typical male; she hadn't missed his lingering glances over her breasts and legs. Then feeling slightly adventurous, she leaned back in her chair and crossed and recrossed her legs, casually glancing his way. Yes, his eyes tracked the movement of her legs. He looked up and caught her watching his reaction.

A quick, charming smile flashed her way. "Sorry about that, Julie, but you have incredible legs, and that dress looks great on you. I hope you don't mind me saying that. Oh, and don't worry, I don't intend to chase you around the office every day just because I think you're gorgeous."

Some crazy impulse made her say, "Oh, that's too bad!"

She clapped one hand over her wayward mouth. At the sight of her appalled eyes blinking at him over her hand, Joe laughed heartily.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what..."

He interrupted her apology. "No, no, it was a great comeback." He lightly ran one finger over the back of her hand on the table. A shiver ran though her, and goose bumps appeared on her bare arms.

They relaxed into flirtatious banter, each now aware of the attraction between them. The candlelit table enclosed them in a cozy, private oasis. They prolonged the meal by ordering coffee and lingering until the restaurant staff began cleaning up around them. He walked her out to her car, standing close enough to brush against her every other step.

She fumbled to find the car keys in her oversized purse; her nose wrinkling in concentration. She opened the car door, tossed her purse into the car, and turned around to say good-bye.

"Well, this has been a lot of fun, Mr. Marcolina." The words were a little awkward. Now that the evening was over, she couldn't help wondering what Monday in the office might be like.

"I had a great time, too." He studied her eyes for a moment, his own thoughtful. "Listen, do you have plans for this evening?"

Her eyes lit up. "No, as I said earlier, I got stood up."

He smiled, leaned down, and pressed a quick kiss against her lips. "Then how about I pick you up at eight?"

Julie nodded and gave him directions to her place, climbed into her sporty green car and drove off with Joe watching until she disappeared from sight.

****

He picked her up at eight sharp and drove directly to his secret apartment overlooking the Cape Fear River. He pulled into his parking space, got out and hurried around the car, opened her door and stepped back. He enjoyed the way Julie's breasts shifted under her dress as she wriggled out of the low-slung car.

She knew he was watching, and consciously arched her shoulders back to thrust her chest out slightly, feeling her nipples harden and press against the scratchy lace of her bra. The sudden erection of her nipples created an itchy, tingly sensation that made her want to rub her breasts.

He turned away to hide a sudden erection of his own. This was turning out so much better than he could've hoped. Sometime during dinner he'd stopped thinking of her as Strawberry. This woman was a three-dimensional person, comprised of more than the sum of her sexual tales. She had a quick wit and friendly warmth, and evinced genuine interest in being with him. A stray cynical thought warned that she could be playing a part, but he firmly squashed the thought.

He took her inside and ended up providing a guided tour through the spacious apartment. Her wide-eyed appreciation made him feel ten feet tall, especially when she complimented the light, airy feeling the Penthouse view provided.

"How 'bout I get something for us to drink?" he asked.

"That would be great! Ice water for me."

He brought their drinks outside, set them down on a glass topped table and sat down next to her, handed her a glass, then watched enthralled as she tipped her head back, throat moving as she drank thirstily. Suddenly, his mouth was dry and he gulped his own water, discretely adjusting his crotch when she turned around to put the glass down on the table.

"The view is spectacular, Mr.... I mean, Joe. It really is."

"It's even better from this side," he told her as he got up and helped her up and with a hand at her back, steered her to the end of the balcony to look up the Cape Fear River.

She smiled at him, eyes sparkling in the late-afternoon sunshine. "So, this is your hideaway?" They were close enough so that all he had to do was lean slightly to nibble at the lobe of her ear.

Julie shivered and laughed. "Joe... we hardly...."

He stopped her words by kissing her and she quickly returned the kiss. He took it slowly, just enjoying the feel of her mouth and her lips. But finally, he eased into her mouth and lightly touched her tongue with his. She made a small noise in her throat at the first contact. He started to draw back, thinking it might be a protest, but she went on tiptoes to follow his mouth and he leaned in again.

They kissed for several minutes. He finally drew back to catch his breath. They stared intently into each other's eyes, knowing that this was only the beginning. Her eyes dropped at last to his lips, then to his chest, where her hands had settled at some point settled. She pulled away and cleared her throat.

"Wow."

"Wow is right." He paused a moment. "You want to go inside, have something stronger to drink?"

"That would be great. Can I freshen up while you make the drinks?"

"Certainly. What would you like?"

"Whatever you have is fine with me."

When she came out of the bathroom, makeup reapplied and fresh lipstick on her lips, she found him waiting and holding a drink in each hand.

She cleared her throat slightly. "Already started, I see. What can I do to help?"

"Why don't you sit down on the couch and start enjoying this libation I've prepared for you?"

"Fine," she said, accepting the drink and sat down, than took a sip. "Um, good. What is it?"

"Cuba Libra, a very refreshing drink. Not lethal by any means.

"Want to watch a little TV?" he asked lazily, after putting an arm around her shoulder.

"Mmmmm," she purred agreeably.

They sat slumped companionably together on the couch, her head resting naturally on his chest while a sitcom flickered on the screen. Neither paid much attention. Slowly, their attention shifted from the screen to a different appetite. His hand played with her hair, gently rubbing the tender skin at the nape of her neck. She shivered and rolled her head forward to provide better access.

He was already half-hard from being this close to her, smelling the sweet, fresh scent of her body, feeling her breast with its hard little nipple nestling into his chest.

"Is this okay with you?" he asked her.

"Oh, yes, Joe," she sighed. He began to lightly massage her neck with two fingers. "That feels so nice," she moaned rapturously. "I woke up with a kink in my neck this morning. If you'll just keep doing that I'll be your slave for life."

Joe sat up and gently turned her around, leaning her limpish form forward against the arm of the couch. He brushed her thick, curling hair over her left shoulder, and then began a serious massage. He reveled in the tactile pleasure of touching her warm, soft skin, feeling the soft, downy hairs at her nape catch on his slightly rough fingertips. The sensuous smell of her woman-hood drifted up to him. His pleasure was amplified by her sighs and moans of appreciation as he worked the sore muscles in her neck. Her head drooped forward, cheek resting on the back of one fine-boned hand, manicured nails flexing into the sofa cushion like a kneading cat's-paw.

"You have the magic touch," she told him drowsily.

"Thank you," he replied, his voice already thick with a husky arousal that she didn't miss.

Joe was struck by the similarities between their position now and the overheard story of Gerry and Vinnie's sensual massage the other night. Instead of repelling him, it further aroused him, because she obviously enjoyed his attentions.

"Would you like me to massage your back?" Joe inquired softly.

"Oh! Would you? I mean, only if you want to, of course, but it's been a long time since I had a good massage, and you are really exceptionally good at this."

"My pleasure," he said.

Julie giggled, and sighed happily.

He wanted to ask her if Gerry and Vinnie's ministrations qualified as a real massage, but of course he couldn't, not without giving away his secret. Instead he helped her get settled on the floor, pulling a pillow down from the couch. He knelt over her, studying the body spread before him. Her ass curved sweetly under the dress, a nice handful, he thought, and then closed his eyes briefly to let the anticipation build, and finally settled his hands between her shoulder blades and began gentle circular motions.

She was uninhibited in her enjoyment. Moans and sighs whispered between her lips, eyes closed in bliss. He worked on her upper back for half an hour, lost in the sensory pleasure of simple touch. Then he moved to her lower back, and discovered one of her prime erogenous zones. Her body jerked and her breathing shuddered as his hand slowly slid the length of her spine and over the twin mounds of her behind.

"I'm... pretty sensitive there," she told him a little self-consciously.

"Just enjoy it," Joe said, putting a smile in his voice. "I am."

"Oh, you!" Julie laughed, "Well, it does feel good."

He continued massaging her buttocks for several minutes, then whispered to her, "You know, this would feel even better on bare skin." And a heartbeat later he added, "But I don't want to make you uncomfortable."

Julie hesitated a fraction of a second before answering, "Okay, but let me get up first."

She wriggled around to grab the bottom of her dress and pulled it off over her head while he looked discreetly away. Goose bumps immediately popped out on the small hairs on her arms. Julie felt lying there partially nude while he was fully dressed.

He had suspected that she was braless, now he had his proof. Her breasts mounded at the side of her torso where it pressed into the floor. Freckles sprinkled lightly on her back and shoulders matched the smattering across her nose.

"You've got a beautiful body," he told her sincerely.

She mumbled embarrassed thanks into the pillow.

He began long strokes from the base of her spine up to her shoulder blades, spreading his hands out to each shoulder and kneading in small circles.

"Oooh!" she moaned, "you were right; it feels so much better this way."

He didn't comment, concentrating instead on relaxing her completely. It was a heady, sensual pleasure to touch her bare skin. He could feel a damp spot forming on the front of his slacks from the precum slicking the tip of his cock. But he was content to slowly build their arousal, to live in the moment and enjoy the simple act of touch. Eventually, his hands slid further out and began caressing her sides, lightly touching the bulge of her breasts. She didn't protest, rather she moaned encouragement.

He slid his hands onto her ass briefly, but kept going, down the backs of her thighs and onto her calves. She jerked slightly at his touch on her bottom, but didn't protest. He decided to take matters into his own hands, so to speak.

"If I do anything you don't want me to, all you have to do is say 'stop', alright? Don't feel uncomfortable, or worry about hurting my feelings. This is for your pleasure."

He waited for her moan of agreement.

"On the other hand," he warned, smiling wickedly if she had only seen it, "if you don't say 'stop' I'll assume you like it, and I'll keep doing it."

This time, when he ran his hands over her ass, he paused and let his palms completely cup her cheeks. He rubbed his hands in slow circles, pressing down slightly to push her pelvis into the floor. Then he ran his hands down the inside of her thighs and around to the backs of her knees. There he lingered. His fingertips lightly tickled through the denim and her legs jerked. She didn't say 'stop,' though. He knelt with his legs on the outside of hers and pinned her down lightly, continuing to rub the backs of her knees.




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"Oh, please, I'm so ticklish there!" Julie finally gasped.

"Are you asking me to stop?"

"Yes, yes, please stop! I can't handle it."

Grinning, he moved down towards her feet and spent a few minutes firmly rubbing and kneading the bottoms of her feet, rotating each foot gently while he massaged.

He again moved up Julie's body, still straddling her and stopped at her lower back. His haunches came to rest just below her ass. He applied slight pressure to let her know she was pinned down then began to lightly brush his fingertips back and forth just above her waistband. Julie cried out. The flesh under his fingers rippled with exquisite torment. Her body bucked under his, then subsided when she felt how truly pinned she was. He continued with the caress, curious to see how far he could take her.

"Mmmm, oh my ... that feels so good it makes my stomach hurt."

"Should I stop?" he asked her teasingly.

"Don't you dare!" she said fiercely, while her flesh continued to ripple under his fingertips.

He rotated his pelvis slightly, rubbing himself against the backs of her legs. As he moved, her pelvis was pressed further into the floor, creating a delicious pressure.

He grabbed another pillow from the couch and used one hand to lift her torso, sliding the pillow under her pelvis. Then he resettled himself. Her pelvis pressed into the pillow, and her breath caught. Her hips began to squirm and she started, uttering small whimpers of delight.

"Yes, oh, that's... that's good," as his hands strayed onto her panty-clad cheeks again. He slid further down her legs, moving so that one leg separated hers. He ran his hands all over her behind, pressing in small circles. The edge of one hand slid along the gusset of her underwear, pressing into her pudendal fissure.

"OH!" was the only sound she made at this intimate contact.

He slid the hand up and down a few times, and then slowly, firmly, eased it down, following the seam between her thighs. Her thighs tried to jerk together in automatic reaction, but he used his leg to hold them open.

Joe began to exult in his ability to arouse her. He felt wetness through the crotch of her underwear. Heard her start to pant, and promptly added his other hand to her heated center, circling, kneading, and rubbing.

Her arms slid up either side of her head, fists clenching in the pillow as she gave herself over to his attention. Her eyes were tightly shut, the pillow damp where she had bitten it. Her pelvis moved independently of her will, pushing into his clever caressing hands, trying to entice him to touch her just so.

"Can't believe this," she croaked.

Knowing exactly what she meant, he still had to ask. "What can't you believe?"

"I'm so... that I'm so clooose!"

Joe sent a finger under the elastic of her panties and into her fiery wetness.

Julie cried out and her body jerked as she suddenly orgasmed. He continued to finger her until she relaxed.

He turned her over. Her arms remained at either side of her head, arching her breasts upward. The pillow lifted her pelvis into the air as though in offering.

"I'm so glad you're enjoying it," he told her with a gentle smile. A flush mantled her cheekbones and chest. Her nipples were still hard, partly from the cooler air caressing her front side, partly from arousal.

Pleasure-dazed eyes slowly focused on his. She blinked lazily. "I don't know... feel so... aroused."

Joe was aroused as well, the widening spot on the front of his sweat pants proof enough.

Julie's eyes were level with his crotch when he moved in front of her. They widened considerably on seeing the tented bulge there. "You...you're hard," she gasped acting as if she were surprised at it.

He smiled a little painfully. "Well, yeah, I am. It's an incredible turn-on that you are so responsive to every touch. We don't have to do anything about it if you don't want to."

"Oh, no, my mama always taught me that one good turn deserves another. Or in this case, one good 'toss'," she wrinkled her nose at him, and her eyes had a twinkle in them.

He made his cock jump under his sweats and Julie shrieked delightedly.

"I may not last very long," he warned her. "I've been half-hard all day."

"You have? I didn't know that. I thought you weren't really interested, until you kissed me this afternoon."

"Hah! Not interested? I've been dying to touch you all day. That sweet little ass of yours has been calling my name."

She changed places with him. He stripped off his t-shirt and lay on his stomach at her direction, pressing his erection firmly into the pillow. "Now, if you want me to stop, just tell me..." she started to repeat his reassuring words teasingly. He growled at her over his shoulder and she subsided with a giggle.

Where to begin, she wondered greedily, staring at the expanse of smooth, lightly tanned flesh. Muscles rippled lightly under the surface as he stretched. She

ran her hands all over his back. He shuddered and shivered responsively at her touch, penis leaking precum continuously now.

This was all his fantasies come true. The woman of his nightly wet dreams was really here, touching him, delighting in his touch.

She straddled his body, settling just below his ass, just as he had done with her. "Nice ass, boss," she smirked slyly.

"Watch it, little girl," he growled playfully. "That's sexual harassment."

"No," she giggled, "That's sexual 'his-ass-meant'," she giggled some more.

They both got serious, though, when her hands slid onto his hard cheeks and began to rub, stroke and caress. His breathing kicked into high gear, and almost without realizing it, his pelvis rocked between the pillow and her hands. She decided to see if he'd enjoy the same caress which had driven her wild, and ran the edge of her hand down the crack between his cheeks, sliding up and down then continuing downwards, between his legs. His whole body tensed.

She rose up slightly, and he shifted his thighs apart without being asked. His every breath contained a slight moan. Her breathing quickened with excitement. She'd never had a man so completely under her control before. It was... intoxicating.

His hands clenched at his side as she brushed against his scrotum. His balls were drawn up tightly in the sac. She tentatively handled his scrotum, rubbing her finger in the area between the base of his penis and the sac. He groaned out loud, "Jesus, honey, you're killing me!"

"But you don't want me to stop." It was a statement, not a question.

"Hell, no. Please don't."

Then her hand reached the base of his penis and grasped it as much as she was able in this constricted position.

He couldn't stand it any longer. "Hold on," he carefully turned over, avoiding dumping her on the floor in the process, and shimmied out of his pants and briefs. Then he lay back, unselfconsciously nude. The pillow tilted his pelvis forward, lifting his eager cock upwards. The red, bulbous tip shone with

pearlescent moisture. She reached out a tentative fingertip and rubbed lightly over the tip. His hips jerked into the air at the stimulus to his over-aroused flesh. She looked up at his face to see if he'd liked that or not, but his eyes were closed, mouth slightly parted, a slight flush on his cheeks.

"What do you want me to do?" she asked.

"Take me in your hands. Stroke me. Should take about thirty seconds," he advised in short, choppy sentences. He was already concentrating hard so he could hold out during her long-awaited touch.

"Show me." The stark command surprised him into opening his eyes.

"What?" he asked incredulously.

"Show me. I want to see how you like being touched."

Despite the brave words, a fiery blush covered her entire upper torso as she knelt, half-naked, nipples taut on her pert breasts.

"Alright, honey, if that's how you want it," he told her. In his many fantasies, he'd always been the one in command, giving the orders, but he found this hugely exciting. She watched avidly, breathlessly, as one hand wrapped around the base of his cock, the other wiping over the head to gather some lube. The hand began to stroke slowly up and down the shaft, gaining speed with each stroke. She reached out one hand and wrapped it around his scrotum, brushing against the hand gripping the base of his cock. "I've got it," she whispered to him. "You can let go. I want to do this for you."

His head fell back, both hands abruptly releasing their hold on his cock. He'd never been harder in his life. He concentrated on holding on for at least a few strokes.

She wrapped one hand around the base of his cock, and began to lightly stroke his shaft with the other one. Then she rubbed over the tip, gathering the freely-running precum. She grasped his shaft tightly and stroked hard, up and down, sliding the pole through her fist.

"Ooooh, Christ!" he shouted, and his back arched, cock pulsing out his ejaculate in several strong spurts. She slowed down the stroking, finally halting with one hand back fondling his scrotum, the other resting lightly on his cock.

"That," he told her tiredly, "was fabulous." He lay there for a couple of minutes, feeling drained, relaxed, at peace. He was aware that she continued to study and touch his naked body, but she carefully avoided touching the super-sensitive head of his cock. The thought that she was so fascinated by his body actually sent some blood pulsing into his cock, making it jerk slightly. She caught her breath.

He grinned at her. "What can I say? You turn me on something fierce."

She grinned back. Then she looked towards the clock on top of the TV. "Goodness, it's still only 8 o'clock!" she said in amazement.

"Yep. The night's still young. Lot's of time for us to try a couple more fun things," he commented. "Unless you've got to get home?"

"Oh, no, I don't have to leave just yet," she smiled almost shyly.

"Great! I'll go get a washcloth and clean up. Why don't you get comfy on the couch? Be right back." He disappeared up the stairs.

She pulled her shirt back on, a little chilled now that the heat of passion had passed, and wandered around the living room. His computer set-up caught her eye. She walked over to take a closer look. It was fitted with all the latest bells and whistles, including a large flat screen. Curious to see the purportedly amazing resolution on this screen, she pressed a button to clear the screen saver and watched the screen flicker into life. A software application showed that a CD-ROM was inserted. Maybe he'd been playing a game of some kind? She clicked on the start button, and then froze as a familiar voice came through the speakers.

"The bastards! Both of them know I hate being teased. I mean, if you can have multiple orgasms, why deny yourself? The next one's only a couple minutes away, for Christ's sake. And here's me, not suspecting a thing, moaning about how 'I've got to cum, please let me cum'..."

As she stood paralyzed with horror, a masculine hand came into her line of vision and clicked the mouse to stop the playback.

She was unable to speak for a moment. He'd been listening to their conversations! He must think she was some kind of sexual deviant!

He erupted into speech. "Julie, I'm sorry. I can explain! I didn't mean for this to happen. At least, well, I mean of course I wanted this to happen, but I didn't plan..." He stopped talking when she turned blazing eyes on him.

"Is this some kind of sick blackmail scheme?" she demanded. "Are you going to fire me?"

"Absolutely not! No one would ever have known about these CDs but me, if you hadn't...I mean, if we hadn't...anyway, this was for my pleasure only. Maybe it sounds sick, but it just really turned me on to hear a woman describe how much she enjoys sex. I've never done anything like this before. And I swear I didn't know it was you until Friday, when I saw you in the break room."

"That's why you acted so strange?" she asked somewhat dazedly. It was hard to take in, that her boss, so distant and almost absent-minded, had been recording her afternoon conversations. "You've been jacking off listening to us?"

"Yes." He admitted it baldly.

"It was that hot for you?" Joe could see a hint of feminine curiosity beginning to replace the defensive anger, as she realized that he wasn't planning on any type of disciplinary action in the workplace.

"Yes." Again a stark admission.

"How did you do it? We didn't know anyone was listening."

He explained about the hidden microphone. She listened, fascinated. "Wow, you must have really been turned on to go to all that trouble. What..." she searched for a way to phrase the question, "what story did you like the most?" she asked diffidently.

"Definitely the fantasy of being tied up..." He carefully avoided using Gerry and Vinnie's names) "and forced to experience endless orgasms."

"Oh, yes, I remember that one." She fell silent, her brain raced to come to terms with everything. Finally she smiled at him.

"Well, as long as this was just for your pleasure, I can't see any reason to get all mad about it. What's done is done." Then, abruptly changing the tenor of their conversation, she slid one hand up his chest and pinched his left nipple unexpectedly. "So, listening to two women talking about hot sex got you hard, did it?"

His mouth fell open at her aggression. He snapped it shut and nodded when she pinched him again. She wasn't mad! Not only was she not mad, it seemed she might be excited at the thought that he had listened to her private conversation.

"Let's see if having hot sex gets you harder than listening to stories about it." She ran her other hand down the front of the clean sweat pants he'd donned, and cupped his penis through the thin cloth. Immediately his cock inflated with blood, pulsing semi-hard in her hand. She squeezed it several times, timing it with pinches to his nipple, watching his expression.

His cock hardened so fast he felt a little dizzy and reached out to grasp her shoulders. She smiled at him and squeezed hard. Her cunny spasmed when he groaned.

"Where's your bedroom?" she asked.

He cleared his throat. "Upstairs."

She released his cock and nipple. "Lead the way, lover-boy."

Joe led the way, glancing frequently over his shoulder for reassurance that she was really there. Jesus that had been hot; If he hadn't just cum, he'd have embarrassed himself when she started squeezing and feeling him.

Julie looked curiously around his room, nodding with approval at the heavy mahogany four-poster bed, wardrobe and dresser. "Nice," she pronounced. Then she sat on the bed, bouncing a couple of times to test the firmness. He watched her from the doorway, arms crossed over his chest.

"Well?" she asked expectantly. "Aren't you coming over here?" He walked over to stand in front of her, watching her but not saying anything. The bravado which had sustained her through the sexual aggression downstairs drained away in the face of his silence.

"Are you upset that I did...that? Downstairs?" she asked a little tentatively.

"Upset?" he tilted his head to one side, as though considering the question. "No, I'm not upset. Hard as a rock, horny, ready to jump your bones, yes, but not upset." She smiled brilliantly at him then patted the bed next to her.

Instead, he scooped her up off the bed, swept the covers back, and deposited her with a little bounce and a squeal of surprise on top of the mattress. He joined her quickly, pulling his shirt off as he climbed onto the bed. She lay on her side, head propped up on one hand, large eyes watching his every move. The cute little nose which had a tendency to wriggle when she concentrated was wriggling now.

"I just want to let you know, I don't make a habit of this..." she swept her hand in an arc to indicate the bed, him, and herself.

He smiled at her. "Me either. In fact, it's been a while since my last relationship."

"Have you got any condoms? I'm not on the pill." He grinned at how practical she tried to sound while a blush swept over her face.

"Yes, I do. Ribbed ones." It took a moment, than she made the connection to an erotic confession in the break room. They both laughed out loud. "Oh, goody, my favorites," she cooed.

He pulled a small foil packet out of the bedside drawer and set it on top of the stand. Then he held out one arm towards her. She scooted closer and he hugged her tight. His other arm swept underneath the pillow supporting her head and he leaned towards her, guiding her into a passionate, panting kiss. Her pebble-hard nipples poked into his chest. Joe moved to ease his erection deeper into the vee of her thighs, Julies legs parted accommodatingly, and she moaned encouragement, while her tongue dueled with his.

He fumbled for the bottom of her t-shirt, pulling it over her head and then bending down to suck her nipples strongly into his mouth. She cried out at the suction, legs moving restlessly, cunny dripping with juices.

He moved her onto her back, rising up on his side over her to study her breasts, one nipple wet from his suckling. It puckered tightly as the cool air dried his saliva. He slid one hand into her delta, rubbing fast and hard along the seam of her pants. Julie cried out, a series of low, throaty cries that she repeated again and again, and again.

"Why don't we go ahead and take these off?" Joe asked almost lazily. He unbuttoned, unzipped, and slid the pants off while she tried to relax. Despite the intimacy between them, to be naked was to be completely vulnerable. He left her white cotton underwear on for the moment, as though he understood how she felt. His hard, warm palm settled immediately over her mound and began rubbing in slow, erotic circles. She blushed when she realized how wet the crotch of her panties had become.

"Wet, aren't you honey?" he asked. "I like that a lot. I love how responsive you are. Someday I'm going to spend at least an hour licking and sucking this sweet little pussy." Her stomach clenched both at the words and at his mention of "someday". That meant this wouldn't be their only date. She'd never had a one-

night-stand in her life, and didn't want to start now.

He eased his hand beneath the waistband of her panties while she was dealing with the implications of "someday." His fingers combed through the damp hair lightly covering her mound. She felt a trickle of wetness drip out of her cunny, just as his finger slid inside her. They both groaned.

A thought niggled at the back of his mind. Something wasn't right...He ignored it in favor of caressing her hot pussy.

He slid his index finger as deeply into her pussy as he could and felt the tiny, yet incredible muscles in her sheath clench him tightly. His cock ached as he flashed on how unbelievable her tight, wet cunt was going to feel pulsing around his shaft.

She twisted slightly beneath him, panting as his finger slid in an out. He added his middle finger to the fray, spearing them deeply into her channel. When they were inserted as deeply as possible, he separated them to stretch her for his entry. She was so tight! Odd, he hadn't expected it given his knowledge of her sexual activity, but he was glad all the same.

He used his other hand to gently tug her underwear down her legs, keeping the two fingers inside her all the while. Her eyes were closed, long lashes casting shadows on her cheeks in the dim light from the bedside lamp. He rose up over her, straddling her torso and reaching for the condom. Her eyes snapped open when she felt his weight shifting.

She licked her lips, watching while he slowly rolled the ribbed condom down his hard cock. He reached down and dipped two fingers into her flowing wetness, then rubbed his fingers over the head of his cock. She watched his every move.

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"Wha- what?" she stammered.

"Guide me into your pussy. Take hold of my cock, and pull me into you." She hesitantly reached down, earning an encouraging smile for her bravery, and

grasped his sheathed flesh. She gently moved his cock into position, rubbing the head along her dripping slit for a blissful moment before centering the bulbous head at the entrance to her cunny. She pulled forward slightly, and he took over from there. He slid all the way home in one long, slow stroke, the path slick from her cream then held himself deeply embedded for a moment.

She cried out, her flesh struggling to accommodate to his bulk inside her. The pleasure quickly outweighed the discomfort and after a few seconds her tightly

grasping muscles relaxed. He pulled back slightly, thrusting back in at her protesting cry.

"This is so incredible, honey. You are incredible. Your little pussy is gripping me so tight. How are you doin'? Tell me what you like. I want this to be good for you." Already the tightness of Julie's passage had diminished considerably. Joe now found that he was flowing in and out with ease.

"Oh, Lord, you feel... so big inside me," she moaned. "And hot and hard! Oh, shit! Faster, please, go faster," she urged.

He sped up, reaching down at the same time to rub her clitoris. The hairs around her slit glistened wetly and clung to his fingers. He tugged gently at them to increase her stimulation, then slid his thumb over her clit and rubbed it while sliding in and out.

Julie quickly built to a climax. Her cries grew louder, until with a small feminine scream she came wetly, her cunt rippling and clenching around his cock. Her release threw Joe over the edge. He froze motionless on top of her, pumping his seed into the condom then collapsed next to her on the bed. He wanted to hug her and hold her close until they fell asleep; but something, some discordant detail, niggled away in his mind. He kissed her forehead as she lay curled into a semi-daze in his arms, nuzzling the hair at her temple. Something to do with hair...

"Good God!" he jarred her into complete wakefulness when he sat straight up in the bed.

"What? What is it?" she asked in alarm. He looked really strange.

"You've got pubic hair!" he said almost accusingly.

"Yes, yes I do. What of it?" she asked. Did he have something against pubic hair?

"But in the break room the other day, I distinctly heard you say that your pussy was shaved!" he exclaimed.

"What!" It was her turn to sit straight up in the bed. "When did I say that?" Her brain worked furiously, correlating several earlier comments. "Wait a minute! You thought that I was the one having all those sexual adventures?"

He nodded silently. "No way! That wasn't me. That was my friend Daisy! I can't believe you thought that was me!"

"Well, when we were talking downstairs, I thought you said..." he stopped. She was shaking her head.

"You never said that you thought I was the one having all those adventures. It didn't occur to me that you thought...My God, no wonder you were so surprised to see me on Saturday night," she remembered his seemingly offhand comment asking if she had other plans. "You thought I was supposed to be having hot and kinky sex with Gerry and Vinnie tonight!"

He gave a somewhat shamefaced grin. "But I'm glad it wasn't you," he told her. "It was a little intimidating, fantasizing about having sex with someone who's seen it all, done it all, and told someone about it."

Her shock was melting away, to be replaced by relief. It had occurred to her just how lucky she was. She listened to Daisy's outrageous adventures every day because they turned her on so much. She liked to hear her stories, to fantasize how it would feel to fuck like a minx with any man who caught her eye. She could never do those things herself, though.

He was thinking something similar. How in the world had he been lucky enough to find such a wonderful woman, who not only didn't mind, but seemed excited by

his sexual turn-on? She obviously had an open mind. He thanked whatever cosmic fate had introduced them to one another.

He hugged her and kissed the tip of her cute nose, snuggling into the bed. A great wave of tiredness swept him as he pulled the covers over them. "I know you can't stay the night, but we can cuddle for another hour or so. Want too?"

The last thing he remembered was feeling her head move against his shoulder as she nodded.

She was sliding into sleep when a thought occurred to her. She slanted her eyes up at him. He was already dead to the world. Well, Mr. Voyeur," she thought to

herself, just wait until Monday afternoon at four. Daisy's going to be really surprised to hear about my really hot weekend adventure. And you'll be

listening and recording the whole thing! She giggled silently and cuddled closer, smiling as she, too, drifted into sleep.

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When they woke up just before eleven, Joe got Julie to promise not to tell Daisy that he was listening in on their conversation. "You'll know, but I want to see where she goes with her sexual proclivities."

"Hmmm, is that anything like her sexual cavities?" Julie laughed.

"I'm not sure, but one thing I know, after listening to the two of you I'll be as horny as a goat. So be prepared."

"Do you want to meet Daisy?" Julie asked with an innocent expression.

Joe knew better than to accept that offer. "No, you're more than enough for me."

"You are married. What about your wife?"

"Leave her to me," Joe said kissing her one last time before driving her back to her car parked near the Indian restaurant.

Two blocks from his home, he popped a stick of Spearmint in his mouth, to prepare for the moment he kissed Val.



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"So the question we want to put to you is," Early Tobed said, "Can we count on your cooperation in our efforts to build the hell out of this great opportunity in the coming years?"

"Of course you can," Joe replied, his eyes darting around looking for a sign of his wife.

"That's great," Wringum said, and slapped Joe on the shoulder.

"A toast, then," Carlson said holding his wine glass aloft, "To Joe Marcolina and the boom of all building booms."

"Kaboom!" Tobed yelled, somewhat drunkenly. Joe raised his glass to join in the toast and over the rim of the glass he saw the expression of Gerry Attric's face and knew his wife was under the table blowing him.





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Although Val had committed to attending the social affair with Joe that evening, she was unable to remain in the house that morning and so after playing a round of tennis at the club, she called Gerry Attric and asked if he was available.

He told her to come right over; he always had time for her. She drove over without bothering to change or shower. He had told her once that he liked a sweaty woman, it helped his ardor. She had laughed at the time, but here she was trying to oblige him, having discovered that she liked him more and more every day.

Gerry had champagne on ice when Val arrived, and following the second glass he helped her out of her tennis outfit and after positioning her on his satin couch, began licking the salt and sweat from her body, starting at her toes.

As her arousal mounted, Gerry began a one-sided dialogue with her. "Val, imagine if you will, a dozen men, athletes all, coming out of a steaming shower only to see you lying here, legs spread so that the vibrator you're using on your pussy is visible to them. Imagine too, that one by one they start masturbating. Soon you are surrounded by a dozen husky males stroking their erections while mesmerized by the sight of you getting off with a giant toy."

"Must it be a giant toy, Gerry?"

"I'm afraid so, my dear."

"Well, it is your story," Val pouted, and then smiled, and spread her cunt lips, sending a finger into the dewy morass that had built up since arriving at Gerry's place. A moment later she took the finger out and placed it in Gerry's waiting, open mouth. 

"Mmm, sweet," he murmured when she removed the finger from his mouth and returned it to her sex. "Where was I? Oh, yes, that's right, you're looking from one to the next, imagining their hard pricks in place of the vibrator. Would they push themselves into you at the pace their hands are moving? And what would they feel like? Look at them, they're all different. That one is longer than the others. My god, that one must be twice as wide! Can you imagine being spread around it; feeling every movement of it as it surges in and out again? Mmmm, Val, it's so fucking hot! Look at that one to your left. Do you see how slowly he's jerking himself off? Would he caress you the same way? Perhaps he'd spend an inordinate amount of time just massaging those gorgeous tits as he fucked you.

"And that tall one looks terribly strong. He should be able to hold you in his arms while you sit on his prick, or perhaps he could hold you upside down while you eat each other. Can you feel his tongue tickling you while your own weight holds your mouth on his prick?"

Val nodded and whimpered at the same time. She loved what Gerry was doing. Her orgasm was closing in on her. She was aware that Gerry undoubtedly knew it as well.

"Oh, there's another long one! I'll bet you want that one in your mouth; sliding down your throat ... with his balls slapping your chin when he cums. 

"The group edges closer to you. The combined smell of their tumescent cocks is all but overpowering. You lick your lips, encouraging them to come closer.

Two of them do. You lean forward and kiss the tip of the closest cock, lapping up the pearly droplet just emerging from his one-eyed monster. You've never tasted a sweeter substance ... or so it seems.

With her hips churning against her fingers, Val moaned and began to pull on her right nipple.

Gerry laughed, and grazed her knee with his hand. "Soon, Val, soon," he whispered. And she moaned all the louder.

"The tall one has more nerve than the others and he mounts you. A moment later you distinctly feel the twitch of his cock inside you as he uses your shoulders to pull him even deeper. You open your mouth to scream out your pleasure only to have the other's cock enter your mouth, plunging deep, deep, deep, until you make a sound that sounds like, 'Gak, Gak, Gak!'

"Your eyes cross as you try to look at his belly and you feel your nose pressing against his skin; then, over the top of your tongue the surges start. He's filling your stomach directly and you can't even taste him. It's over too soon and now, as he pulls back, you finally taste his sperm. You suck desperately and the last drops vanish down your throat.

"He steps back and another twitching member replaces him. This time you maintain a semblance of control, holding his shaft near the base, preventing him from filling your mouth as you suck and lick excitedly on his cockhead. Almost going unnoticed is the cock in your pussy spewing its contents into your tight channel. But when he pulls out you miss him instantly.

"Somebody fuck me!" you scream, and two men vie for your cunt, the winner is pumping into you so energetically that he cums within a minute and is replaced by the other who lasts all of three minutes. Your cunt is filled with their sperm, and as the cock in your mouth releases it's cargo, three other men cannot contain themselves any longer and ejaculate onto your trembling body, one targets your neck and chest, another your face and hair, and the third your breasts and belly.

"You are almost covered with cum; and languidly rub it over those parts that were not splattered upon originally."

"Gerry!" Val calls out, "come, fuck me!" Thereby ending Gerry's tale of seduction. His cock is out and throbbing. Val spread her legs and after Gerry entered her wet sheath, swung her hips so his cock made big lazy circles inside her. Val came in short order with Gerry following moments later.

"Oh my god! I knew you were the Prince of Seduction, but never ..."

"So you're satisfied?"

"I think I came five times, but I'm not sure. I was paying too much attention to the story and might not have counted some. Does it matter?"

"No, not at all, I'm happy it worked as well as it did."

*****

They had lamb chops, and a chilled white wine that must have cost $500. It was without question the finest wine Val had ever tasted, but she couldn't ask him what it cost.

"You know what you need, my dearest Valerie?"

"What's that?" she replied, glancing at her watch, not wanting to be late for her husband's function that evening.

"A trip. A special trip."

"Oh?"

"To Hotlanta!"

Val laughed, "Hotlanta, eh? And what pray tell awaits us in that hot metropolis?"

"A show. A very special show. We can invite Wanda if you like."

"Tell me more, Casanova."

"We dress to the nines, pay a small fortune as admission, and watch a special sex show."

"When?"

"Tuesday night."

"I'm in. What about Wanda?"

"Let's ask her." He picked up the phone and speed dialed Wanda's number, which surprised Val. She had thought the two were anything but friendly after their evening together with Joe and Val.

Wanda was amused at being asked, and after a short moment of consideration, accepted. Gerry had told Wanda how he expected the other women attending might be dressed, so Val had no need to inquire herself.

She kissed Gerry goodnight an hour later, and drove home wondering what was in store for her in Hotlanta.

*****

"God, you didn't say there'd be so many people here," Val said, sitting tentatively in the plush chair. She wore her favorite black cocktail dress, with a low cut front that revealed a great deal of cleavage, and the dress was short enough so when she was sitting it rode up exposing most of her thighs. Wanda was also wearing a low cut dress, but hers had a slit in the side that allowed most of her right leg to show when she walked or sat down.

Wanda laughed as Gerry reached over and patted the flesh of Val's thigh. "There will only be about 15 or 20, an even mix of men and women." Val looked around the room at the chairs and sofas ringing the stage. "It appears most are already here. Wanda, I feel so weird being here."

"You're going to like it, baby. While I haven't been to this particular show, there have been others ... trust us, you'll love it."

Moments later the lights dimmed except for a soft spot on the bed centered up on the stage. The golden light flooded out far enough that everyone seated in the chairs could be seen by everyone else. The rest of the room behind them was in darkness. Wanda's hand slowly crept up Val's thigh. Val shifted uneasily in her seat. Who's watching us? Val wondered, as the sound of a wind storm issued from the large speaker system at the edge of the stage. 

"Look," Gerry said, leaning toward Val, "we like to watch porn, right?" She nodded absently, more concerned with the people surrounding her than Wanda's wandering hand or Gerry's last minute comments. Ignoring her lack of attentiveness, Gerry prattled on, while his hand landed lightly on Val's other thigh. 

"I know you love a good story," he said, almost whispering. Val nodded, wondering where this was going, not minding the hands on her thighs. She knew they would be under her dress in a few minutes, and assumed the other people at the performance would have their own activities to occupy them as well. "And you like watching me get off, possibly others as well."

"Get to the point Gerry!"

"Yes, well tonight we get to watch, be seen and do whatever. With strangers. And it's safe." 

An unidentifiable piece of classical music began, with oboes and violins featured. 

"What do you mean safe?" Val asked, looking at Wanda. 

"It's really safe, Val. No one other than Gerry and I will be touching you tonight."

Val took a deep breath and willed herself to relax. Wanda's fingers were teasing Val's slit. "Damn it, Wanda. Can't you wait?"

Wanda didn't stop what she was doing. Gerry resumed his quiet lecture. "Everyone will be masturbating or doing something else to whatever is going on up on the stage, or from just watching the others around them. There's only one rule. We can't fuck. We are also expected to behave to a certain extent, like respecting the feelings of those around us."

"Sweetie," Wanda said, having worked a finger into Val's cunt through the dress, "Only the people on stage can actually fuck one another. For everyone else it's all about voyeurism and exhibitionism." 

"I don't think I could ...."

"But you will, Val," Gerry said, reaching across her and tweaking Wanda's nipple through her dress. "No bra. Typical Wanda," he said with a smirk.

"Fuck you, you old fart," Wanda shot back. Gerry smiled knowingly at both women. Val started to say something, but the performers had come out on stage and a smattering of applause caused her to forget what she was going to say.

A man and a woman strolled through a break in the chairs and stepped up on the raised platform. They didn't acknowledge the applause or when it abruptly stopped. The haunting sound of wind and sensuous music continued. The couple stood face to face, gazing into each other's eyes.

"Oh my God," Val whispered, "look at their bodies!" 

The man, possibly thirty years old, handsome and wearing only a soft cotton baggy white pants, was lightly muscled with a deep set of six pack stomach muscles. The pants rode low on his hips so that the top of his pubic line showed. The woman was in her mid 20s, long California blond hair, wearing a silver satin camisole and red thong panties. 

Val whispered again: "They look like they're from one of those exercise infomercials. Are they going to...?" 

Gerry smiled at the hope in her voice. He was wearing a black silk shirt that he had unbuttoned and a pair of perfectly creased black slacks. Although in his mid-sixties, Gerry was tall and had a well developed midsection. He was accustomed to being watched by females as he strolled along the beach, or boardwalk in Wilmington. 

He looked Val up and down, admiring her body. He liked how the low front showed her Breasts and her crossed, bare legs showed not only him, but the guy next to him, those incredibly long legs. 

The couple on the stage circled each other, the sound of the oboes adding an exciting dimension. The woman reached out and traced her fingers over his chest, circling a nipple then dropping down over his stomach. When she reached the band of his pants, she slipped her fingers under the waistband and slid them from left to right. There was obvious movement under the loose fitting cotton pants.

"Look to your right, Val," Gerry whispered, and plucked Val's left breast out of her dress.

"Gerry!" she protested, but was already looking to her right. Two 20-something women, both dark-haired beauties, sat side-by-side on a sofa. Both women had a hand inside their respective blouses as they looked at each other and talked. 

"Shit!" Val wheezed, taking it all in. "Wanda, he's impossible!" Gerry was nipping at her aureole, but avoiding the nipple. Wanda took advantage of Val's losing effort to fend off Gerry and slipped her hand under Val's tight cocktail dress to rub Val's pussy through the thong she was wearing.

"You two are too much!" Val said, already exasperated at their antics. Then, as she had in Paris on her honeymoon, Val decided to go with the flow and let them do as they wished with her, and tried to concentrate on the performers now on stage.

The muscular male on stage was gently kneading the blonde's breasts. Her eyes were half closed, her lips parted slightly. She put a finger in her mouth, sucked it, and then extended it toward his mouth. A long string of saliva trailed from her mouth to her finger and danced in the light before breaking, landing on his chest. He gently tweaked and pulled at her nipples through the satin as he licked and sucked the finger she moved all around inside his mouth. The man's bulge was literally moving all about the front of his pants as he and the woman stepped toward each other. His hands reached around and cupped her round ass and pulled her into him as their mouths crushed together. After a moment they pulled their heads back just enough so everyone could see their tongues intertwine, lick and suck each others' mouths. The woman licked the side of his face, slowly and sensuously, over and over. His eyes closed and his chest heaved. 

Val heard something to her right and turned. The man in the chair next to Wanda had taken his cock out and was slowly stroking it. He saw Val looking at him and smiled, glanced at her cleavage then gestured to his penis as if offering it to her. Val shook her head negatively, the man shrugged, and then nudged Wanda, who slapped him across the face, and returned her attention to Val's pussy.

On stage the couple contented themselves with nipple play, each rubbing the others, leaning their upper bodies back, but keeping their pelvises pressed hard against each other, seemingly grinding bone against bone. 

Val's dress was now up around her waist. Wanda had the thong pried to one side, with two fingers frigging merrily away in her cunt. Val began to moan as her arousal level skyrocketed.

Gerry took his cock out, seized Val's hand and placed it on his erection. She was pleased to grip his hardon and began a rudimentary jerking off motion that seemed to satisfy him.

To Gerry's left, Val spied a redheaded woman with her breasts exposed. Her gentleman date was squeezing one melon and the woman had the other nipple between her teeth.

The man next to Wanda suddenly yelled, "Fuck! Oh fuck!" Val glanced at him and saw that his hand was a pumping blur. 

"Don't cum on me!" Wanda squawked, and leaned away from him and into Val.

"Gerry do something!" Wanda complained.

"Wanda, he's a regular here. He comes about three times during these things," Gerry said. "Watch how far he shoots." 

"I don't give a fuck if he can hit the fucking moon, I don't want him coming on me!"

Val stared in disbelief, her breathing quickening though she tried to fight it. It didn't help that the guy was as handsome as a movie star and the arousal in his face was soooo damn hot. 

"Fuuuuck!" he cried out again, and a white streak of cum shot from the cock his fist was clenched around, caroming off the back the chair in front of him and oozed slowly to the floor, pooling near the cuffs of his trousers. He continued to stroke for another few seconds, then collapsed back against his seat cushion. 

"Awesome, huh?" Gerry said, obviously impressed. Val was staring at the man. "Yes," she whispered, highly aroused, then leaned back quickly, embarrassed when the man smiled at her a second time. 

"You cocksucker," Wanda swore, "keep that thing pointed away from me or I'll bite it off!"

"All right, lady, I will. There are some here that would appreciate it anyway."

Up on the stage, the woman was sitting on the edge of the bed now, one hand moving under her camisole, the other cupping the man's balls as she took long wet sucks on his cock. His pants were bunched around his feet and he had one hand on his hard ass as the other rubbed his stomach slowly. 

"God that looks good," Val said, her eyes practically bulging. Her thighs were moving under the dress. The guy next to her kept turning from the stage to Val's legs uncertain as to where he should fix his attention. 

Gerry, his jeans unzipped, and his hand now inside stroking himself, said, "Told you." 

Val jerked her head toward the man on her right who had removed his hard cock and was stroking it slowly as he turned back to watch the sucking action on the stage. 

Across the way, the two dark-haired women on the sofa had both hiked up their summer dresses. The one on the left was rubbing her clit as the other fingered herself, pumping two fingers in and out at an even pace, her eyes roaming from her friend's masturbation to the action on the stage.

The blonds' sucking had the man's cock stretched to its limit. His head was lolling back, both his hands on his ass so all could see the action. The woman pulled her mouth away on each back stroke so that a long string of spit hung from his wet cock for a moment, before her mouth engulfed him again. Once she spit a big glob on the cock head and rubbed it around with her palm as if shining a door knob. He even bent down and let a string of spit swing down and land on his cock, which she quickly slurped eagerly before smiling up at him. 

A man directly behind Val came. He moaned for a moment, threw his head back on the chair and let it shoot up onto his belly. He kept stroking as his other hand rubbed sperm over his bared chest. Val's legs were moving faster now as she kept looking back at him and the splattered jizm being massaged into his chest hair. 

Val turned back toward the stage then looked at Gerry, then glanced past him to the next aisle where a woman was rubbing herself between the legs much to the delight of the two guys on either side of her who were pumping their dicks.

"Okay, okay. I can't stand it anymore," Val groaned and began rubbing her pussy in frenzied fashion. 

The blond on the stage had removed her top and was sucking hard on her left nipple as the man sucked on the right. Her other hand was stroking his cock and his hand was fingering her pussy under her red thong. 

Gerry had shoved his jeans down a ways and was stroking himself and massaging his balls with his other hand. The redhead was leaning toward him staring hungrily at his cock as her hands rubbed her exposed pussy. "Where you going to cum?" she asked him, never tearing her eyes away from the stroking. 

"Wherever you want me too," he told her. 

Val was too turned on to be jealous. Actually, it turned her on even more knowing that she could have Gerry whenever she wanted and the redhead could only do her voyeur thing.

"Shoot it straight up and let it fall back on your cock and balls. That's what I want to see." 

"No problem," Gerry wheezed. 

The entire room was filled with moan and groans. Every chair and sofa was occupied by masturbators. Some had already cum once, but the electricity in the room had them at it again. Up on the stage the woman was lying on the bed and man was standing beside it. Her legs were wrapped around his waist as he plunged his cock in and out of her. Their kisses were hungry, wet and sloppy. The light was perfect for highlighting the spit bubbles between them, the dripping chins and lips. 




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Val loved it. She never thought she'd like that, but it was so fucking hot and nasty. She and Gerry would have to try that. She was getting close. She saw several men looking her way, all of them stroking. Gerry was looking from the stage, to her and over at the redhead. 

"Fuuuuck!" the young guy way over to left was shooting again. 

The guy sitting behind Val was leaning over Wanda's seat which was next to Val. His eyes glued to her fingers as they jabbed in and out of her cunt. "Show me your tits," he panted. She turned to him and bared her breasts, and when she smiled lewdly he ejaculated for the second time, reaching his nipples with the power of his ejaculation. 

That did it. Val exploded. She cried out just as Gerry and the redhead climaxed, too. All three watched each other hungrily. Val liked seeing the woman arch her back and buck her hips. Gerry's explosion left his dick, hand and balls covered with his load. 

"Rub it around," the redhead moaned as she undulated in her seat. Gerry complied, and she came again. "Damn that looks good. Thank you."

Up on the stage, the man suddenly pulled out as the woman quickly sat up. He shot a long stream of cum onto her extended tongue as one of her hands stroked his thigh and the other kneaded more from his balls. He stroked every last drop onto her tongue before he bent down and kissed her deeply. 

The moans throughout the room lasted another minute until the last person, a woman, cried out in orgasmic delight and collapsed back against her chair. Then there was quiet.

The sounds of traffic outside and a lone siren from a police car racing to a crime or accident scene filled the eerie silence inside the small theatre.

Then, as if by unified agreement, a murmur began and suddenly everyone was putting their clothing in order and talking to their neighbor; wanting to share their personal experiences from the night's bizarre entertainment. 

"What a date," Val whispered to Gerry as she pulled her dress down over her thighs. "Can we come here again?" Gerry smiled at her. "Sure baby. We can come here again." 

They both giggled. 

The man to Val's right and the redhead to Gerry's left both said in unison: "Same seats, next time?"

"Absolutely, Brenda. Want to meet over at Sandra's for a nightcap?"

"I'd love to Brad. I heard she has a special harness installed in her game room."

"Will you try it out with me?" Brad said.

"You bet I will. See you in twenty minutes."

Wanda turned to Gerry and said, "Want to follow them?"

"No, Wanda, I think we'll have all we can handle when we get Valerie back to the suite at the hotel."

"You're right as usual, Gerry." Then turning to Val, Wanda said, "Ready for some fantastic fucking my dear?"

Val smiled, wondering how much if any of her lipstick remained on her lips. "Can we start in the Taxi?"



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Wilmington Woman's Club Ch. 64



June, 1990 - Val's Pregnancy Story.

The lounge at the posh Tennis Club at Wrightsville Beach was virtually empty, except for a group of six women who had been drinking steadily for two hours following their weekly tennis match.





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Natalie, more than a little drunk, was furious at the liberties Katy was taking, but she wasn't sure what to do about it. What would the others think? she asked herself. That bitch Katy would only deny everything. I'll look like a fool. So, clenching her thighs tightly together, Natalie vowed to beat the hell out of Katy at a later date; and gritted her teeth to help her bear the humiliation of it all.

Janet, craving another drink, forgot her earlier promise to herself and signaled the waitress to bring her another.

Natalie forced herself to listen attentively to the conversation going on around her until her mind wandered, and she found herself wondering if the fertility clinic had any new ideas that might help her and Vic conceive a child.

When Janet ordered another drink, Laura swore to herself that she would not be the one to take her home. Gawd, she got so sick in my car the last time. She threw up on my new dress as I helped her into her apartment. Not any thanks or apologies the next day either. Nope, no more of her drunken bull shit for me.

Bernie's hips began moving in an unmistakable rhythm as the memory of how fast both Joe and Robbie had hardened again; how she had inserted them inside her; and the series of even stronger climaxes that left her panting and gasping. She had been unable to walk for several hours thereafter on each occasion.

Valerie was talking all the while. "On 'How High the Moon,' even Joe could take it no longer, and he began to move inside me. I was so hot and wet and he was so hard and so hot ... the result was inevitable."

"'OH!'" he gasped, and then came and came and came inside me. I happened to be coming at the same moment -- how could I not?" Val looked at her friends faces and repeated herself. "I mean, even after we'd come, he stayed inside me and I squeezed him with my vaginal muscles in time with the music, until the next thing we knew, he was hard again, and with his stuff dripping out of me, he started in again, and within a few minutes we were both coming again."

"Oh, my Gawd!" Bernie groaned; so excited by Val's story that a small climax shivered through her. Val smiled at her, knowing intuitively what must have happened, for she was close to coming herself with the retelling of the events.

"This went on for two hours," she continued. Then she paused and laughed to herself. "Later Joe would tell me that he'd never known he could come four times in a row. Mmmm," she mewed, licking her lips, "he told me that in the car, when we were parked by the lake, engaged in going for number five."

"That's sooo hot!" Katy said, and squeezed the flesh of Natalie's upper thigh, causing her to gasp. No one found it unusual.

"When he left that night," Val said, as all eyes were on her now. "I was preparing for bed when I realized I'd never had so much cum inside me in my life. I was getting into the bathtub, and then changed my mind. I wanted to feel it between my legs as I fell asleep. I wanted to breathe its scent all night long. Of course, that was the night I got knocked up."

"Wow, what a story," Laura said. "Of course, that's when you became preggers, Val."

"Excuse me," Janet said, making an effort to stand, "I have got to see a man about a horse."

Laura laughed, and said, "After that story, I may need to see a horse and not a man."

All the women laughed heartily at that. Katy still laughing, said, "That's a man's expression, Laura. Shouldn't you be saying something like, 'I need to use the powder room?'"

"Whatever," Natalie said out of the blue, causing Laura and Val to look askance at her. It was unlike her to be flippant, and they both thought she'd had too much to drink.

Only Bernie sensed something more going on, but she didn't pursue the thought, preferring to linger in the afterglow of her two lover's sexual prowess. Then it occurred to her that Val might know about Joe. A chill unlike any she'd ever known ran through her. If she does ... no, impossible, I'd know it ... wouldn't I?

"Excuse me, girls," Natalie said, standing up from the table. "I'll go along with Janet."

"In that case, I think I'll join you," Katy chirped, and stood, took a last sip of her martini, and followed Janet and Natalie to the ladies room.

Bernie forced herself to ask Laura if she were still dating that accountant, Grover Maynard.

"God, no," Laura replied. "He's ancient history. My calendar's open at the moment. Got any candidates?"

Val waited patiently for the others to return from the ladies room. She had a proposition for them, but needed one of them to say the right thing to set her plan in motion. As she waited, she wondered if the telling of her "How I Got Knocked Up" was enough of a hook to entice her 'friends' into joining her little club. Only time will tell, she decided, and smiled at Laura and Bernie who sat at the table with her.





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The rest of the women roared with laughter, and then cheered Val.

"Let's call it the Wilmington Women's Club," Bernie said her voice a little thicker than usual.

"Let's," said Val, who promptly tilted her glass and drained her drink. The others quickly followed suite, and Val signaled for another round.

When the drinks arrived, Natalie offered a toast. "To the WWC!"

"To the WWC!" the others cried out.

"May it last longer than any of us!" Katy Dide added, and winked lewdly at Natalie.

"And what will we do with the WWC?" Janet asked meekly.

"We'll use it to have great sex," Val said.

"What else is money good for?" Katy said, agreeing with her, and then laughed uproariously. A second later the others followed her example.

When the laughter died down, Bernie inquired, "And when shall we meet?"

Val said, "Let's hold off on that until everyone has a chance to figure out what's best for them. I'm open to almost anything. But I suggest we hold our meetings in the evening. Men do, why shouldn't we?"

"Right!" Natalie shouted.

"A toast," Katy yelled above the fray. "To our nightly meetings!"

"No, no!" Val found herself yelling to be heard. "The meetings are at night, not every night."

"Why not?" Janet quipped, causing general laughter among the women at the table.

"And," Janet went on, "where will the meetings take place?"

"That's to be decided at our next meeting. Shall we say this Friday night?"

It was agreed that Friday night was available to all but Bernie, who said she couldn't make that Friday night, "But if you have one the following Friday, count me in."

"Where shall we meet?" asked Laura.

"How about right here?" said Val.

"Good enough for me," said Katy.

And it was agreed to meet at the tennis club the following Friday night at seven.

Val called for several cabs to take the others home, not permitting them to drive while intoxicated. And on her way home she decided that things had gone very well. Very well, indeed.



Wilmington Woman's Club Ch. 65



Chapter 65
Natalie and Katy 

An hour and ten minutes later, Natalie, freshly showered and wearing her sexiest lingerie, but no bra, parked her car in Katy's drive and walked unsteadily to the front door of a small cottage a block from the ocean on Wrightsville Beach. After a moment's hesitation, she rang the bell.

"Come in. It's open," Katy called out. And with only the slightest trepidation, Natalie entered Katy's for the first time. 

Natalie was impressed with both the size of the interior and the furnishings. Both were more than a pleasant surprise to her. She had not heard of Katy's good luck and the inheritance that an Aunt, whom she'd hardly known had left her when she died. Katy had moved in, fixed the place up and was enjoying her new life of leisure among the hoi-polloi of the beach set.

But it was the sight of Katy herself, standing midway in the large living room that took her breath away. Katy wore a pair of white six-inch heels, a white garter-belt, white hose and nothing else. Her breasts were saucily impressive, even alluring in their firmness, and her areoles were completely pebbled, with her half-inch nipples jutting out invitingly. 

Natalie was amazed at the small size of Katy's waist, and it took a moment before she was able to absorb the sweeping curve downward and then outward, only to melt into a set of lovely haunches and lush thighs. But it was her mons, framed by the garter-belt and the lines of her groin that astounded Natalie. For it was prominent - full and fleshy - covered by a wealth of fine, silky, dirty blonde curly hairs through which Natalie could just make out the full lips of her sex.

Natalie wet her lips with her tongue, blinked three times and then as if in slow-motion, sank to her knees in front of Katy.

Extremely conscious of Natalie's devouring eyes, Katy found herself almost giddy from the tingling of her desire for the woman now kneeling before her, gazing transfixed at her sex with undisguised lust. 

Katy waited a moment, and then her hand gently cupped Natalie's chin tilting her face up and slowly drew the other to her feet. She kissed Natalie then, softly at first, then more urgently. Natalie felt herself responding, her mouth opened and her tongue slipped softly inside Katy's mouth, licking against her teeth and then sliding sexily against her tongue. Natalie had never kissed another woman like this; she found it different than kissing a man. It was softer and gentler, yet sexy and exciting. She sighed and her body seemed to melt as Katy took her in her arms and held her closer as the kiss went on and on.

She's far more pliable than I thought, Katy told herself, and coaxed Natalie back into a kneeling position before striding to a nearby table-stand from which she produced a thick, black collar. Returning to Natalie, she secured it around her neck. 

Then Katy deliberately moved away from the kneeling brunette, picked up a leash, and fastened it to the collar while Natalie furtively watched her every movement.

"On your feet, my little bitch!" Katy growled. Natalie quickly rose to her feet only to lose her balance when Katy yanked on the leash. She stumbled into the kitchen, managing to grasp the tabletop to keep from falling.

Katy was upon her in an instant, pulling Natalie's top over her head and exposing her breasts. She took a long look at them, noting their delicious fullness and the tiny nipples that pointed outward so prettily. There was already a thin sheen of sweat covering Natalie's pale skin, and a small rivulet ran between her recently enhanced breasts. 

Natalie felt the intense scrutiny and grew flushed, then swayed uneasily as she waited for what was to come next.

When Katy hopped up on the kitchen counter, Natalie knew it was to be tit-for-tat and readied herself to go down on her. After all, this was the woman who had brought her to two orgasms, seemingly in mere seconds in the powder room at the tennis club. In fact, her body was still vibrating from them -- and worse, craved still more. Therefore she was more than willing to return the favor, or at least try to do so, for she could not imagine having the skills to perform cunnilingus nearly as well as Katy had on her.

Katy ran the leash between Natalie's legs and drew Natalie right to her moistened cunt. She was somewhat surprised at the lack of resistance on Natalie's part, but readily accepted it as her due. Natalie, although a novice at going down on a woman, tried to emulate what this woman had done to her earlier and proved quite successful. For after only three minutes of licking and sucking, Katy groaned, and sent a gush of love juice into Natalie's mouth.

A moment later, Katy was urging Natalie to, "Do my clit! Lick it! Lick it! Lick it!"

Natalie found Katy's clit to be twice the size of her own, but attacked it feverously, nibbling on it with her lips as Katy loudly bellowed, "Yes! That's right! Oh, that's it! That's it!"

And came again.

A minute passed, and then, coming out of her reverie, Katy kissed Natalie softly on the lips, and then led her into the bedroom. She sat next to Natalie on the bed and kissed her again. Then with her hands on the other's shoulders she pressed her gently backward so that Natalie was lying on her back, with Katy looking down at her.

"I'm going to show you how two women make love," Katy softly whispered into her ear.

"I thought we. . ."

"We've done nothing yet. Believe me, lover, nothing compared to what's coming."

Katy lowered her mouth to Natalie's. Both women's mouths were open, and Katy's tongue licked over Natalie's teeth and gums. Both women moaned as their bodies mashed against each other, and Natalie couldn't believe how aroused she was; at how this woman was making her feel. A liquid warmth spread outward from her pussy as Katy's hand stroked her side enroute to the outer slope of her breast.

Her fingertip flicked gently across the tiny nipple and Natalie moaned softly as the nipple stiffened.

"Mmmm," Katy murmured as she lifted her lips from Natalie's and lowered her head. Her mouth opened and her tongue flicked out licking the resilient nipple, flicking across the tip before her mouth closed around it sucking it gently. Natalie's hands came up and stroked her hair as Katy licked and sucked the newly rock hard bud. Her hand drifted down, running across Natalie's tummy and then stroked her bottom, moving in slow, ever widening circles.

Katy lifted her mouth away from the nipple briefly to say, "Mmmm, do you like my work so far?"

"Yes," Natalie replied, the single word drawn out in a long hiss.

"Oh, dear," Katy whispered making her voice that much more erotic as her finger glided lightly through the thick bush covering Natalie's cunt. "You are so wet. So ready for me, aren't you?"

"Oh, yes. Oh, yes! Ready and wet . . . for you," Natalie replied, breathlessly.

Katy laughed delightedly and let her nail scratch slowly through the thatch of dark pubic hair until arriving at Natalie's opening. Natalie shivered as wave after wave of secret pleasure rocked her body. 

Katy laughed again and eased herself away from Natalie, who moaned with frustration as Katy stood up and looked down at her, "Want to taste my titties?" Katy asked seductively while cupping her breasts in her hands.

Natalie nodded.

"Tell me."

"I want to taste them, Katy. May I?"

"Yes, yes, you can. Now, sit up."

Natalie sat up in front of Katy, who released one breast while moving a hand to the back of Natalie's head. Her other hand offered her nipple to Natalie's lips.

"Kiss it."

Natalie pressed her lips to the proffered nipple, felt it hard against them.

"Now lick it."

Natalie let her tongue lick across the nipple.

"Up and down."

"Now, side to side."

Each time she did as she was told.

"Good girl," Katy sighed. "Now, suck it gently."

Natalie reflected that having Katy leading her like this made it easier for her. Again, it was as if she was not responsible for her actions.

Katy's hand was stroking her hair as she gently pressed Natalie's head to her breast while she greedily sucked it in, taking as much of her breast as she could, licking and sucking her soft skin and hard nipple. 

Katy swayed her shoulders, tugging Natalie's head from side to side, as she kept her lips firmly attached to her breast. 

Katy sighed happily, "Oh, yes, you are good at this, Natalie. Do you like my nipples?"

Natalie nodded, making the breast in her mouth quiver. Katy giggled and teasingly lifted up, pulling her nipple away from Natalie's hungry lips for a moment. Natalie's head lifted for a moment to follow her but she evaded her lips.

Natalie had her thighs clamped tightly together trying desperately to give some stimulation to her throbbing pussy. Katy took note of the other's hips as they rolled back and forth.

"That's so nice," Katy cooed and gently took a handful of Natalie's hair and pulled her head across to her other breast. 

"Now this one, sweetie. Just like before, kiss it first. Mmmm, now lick it. Oh, yes, I love your tongue, Natalie. Now suck it."

This went on for several minutes, with Natalie returning to the original nipple two more times before Katy tired of it and, after sticking her tongue in Natalie's ear, abruptly commanded, "Suck your own nipples for me." 

Natalie complied, surprised with the ease of being able to accomplish the act as she had never considered doing it before. Then as Natalie was beginning to truly enjoy the sensations she was creating, Katy pulled on the leash and steered Natalie back to her juice covered cunt.

"Smell it, lover," Katy said.

"Mmm," Natalie sighed after inhaling deeply and breathing out.

Katy's fingers traced their way around the other's face, and then slowly lifted away. Her pussy was hovering only inches away from Natalie's waiting lips, but Katy did not move closer. Instead, she moved back a little, and the hand that had been caressing Natalie's face began tracing little circles around and around on the smooth skin of her belly. 

Natalie could only lay back and watch as the fingers dipped lower until Katy extended her forefinger and ran it slowly along the lips of Natalie's cunt. It was like watching one of those speeded up films of a flower; the finger stroked slowly up and the slick pink labia parted to reveal the moist pink flesh inside.

"Please," Natalie was almost sobbing.

"Please what?"

"Please do me."

"Do you, how?"

"Taste me!

"Taste you? Oh, you mean like this?" Her finger stroked up and down for a moment then she brought it to her lips. 

Natalie moaned, partly with frustration, partly from the unadulterated desire she had for the other woman.

Katy sucked the juice from the tip of her finger, and said, "Perhaps I should taste you properly, you think?"

"Please!" Natalie pleaded.

Katy grinned and positioned herself between Natalie's thighs. Ever so slowly she lowered her face to Natalie's glistening cunt. Then, with her tongue sticking out to its furthest length, she lapped at Natalie, long, slow licks, up and down the fur lined entrance.

Natalie writhed beneath her and screamed the second her tongue made contact with the hard little lump of her clitoris.

"Are you ready to cum for me?"

"Almost," Natalie replied in a faint voice.

"Let's get you there," Katy said with a giggle, and then flicked her tongue back and forth, going faster and faster, listening to the rate of Natalie's breathing increase with almost every stroke of her tongue.

Natalie began panting, and her hips started to shake.

"Oh, don't stop! I'm almost there!"

She jammed her pussy into Katy's face, sliding it from side to side for several seconds, and then she exploded with her climax.

Katy never paused in her cunnilingus, but kept licking and sucking, and brought Natalie off two more times in quick succession.

Finally, unable to take any more, Natalie cried out, "No more! Please, no more!"

"Oh, but you taste so wonderfully good," Katy told her.

"Good, good. I'm glad you're pleased. But please, no more. Not now anyway. Let me do you, okay?"

Katy nodded sagely. "All right, but you rest a bit first. Just lay there for a few minutes, love. Think about how good you're going to make me feel and how you're going to make it happen."

Several minutes later, Natalie roused herself and hovered above Katy's crotch. She leaned forward, taking her face to a point directly over Katy's breasts.

Bending her head a few inches, she blew softly on Katy's left nipple until the pebbles rose up around the nipple. Katy was caught off guard and moaned happily, then groaned as Natalie's teeth closed down on the stiffening bud and bit softly on it.

Katy was both delighted and confused. She couldn't figure out what was coming next, and wondered just where this neophyte came by this expertise.

For example, Natalie trailed her long hair over Katy's skin, magnifying the intensity of her arousal; and she administered a series of erotic caresses interspersed with the occasional nip of teeth, or gentle scratch of her nails, seemingly knowledgeable of exactly what sensations she was wringing out of her lover.

Katy's confusion stemmed from the fact that Natalie apparently knew just when to vary the touch, or nip, or lick with another gambit. The net result was to bring Katy to the very brink of a spectacular orgasm and then pull back leaving her hovering over that great precipice without actually falling into it and the ecstasy that went with it. 

Katy bit her lip and refused to beg for Natalie to bring her the release she sought. 

But somehow, Natalie sensed this and increased her seductive moves. Her mouth jumped from nipple to nipple. Her hands relentlessly caressed every portion of Katy's body but never ventured close to her pussy. 

Katy twisted her hips trying to bring her hand to her pussy, but Natalie just smiled and moved her hand away each time. Katy's whole body seemed on fire; her skin glistened with a thin sheen of sweat as she began panting for breath. 

Then, just as Katy was about to beg her to end the lovely torture, Natalie relented. Her fingers glided up and down the opening of Katy's cunt then one slipped inside. 

"Oh, that is so sweet, Katy. You're so wet and open for me."

She leant over Katy, and with her hair dangling down and across Katy's face, she kissed her as her finger located Katy's clitoris and rubbed furiously on it.

Katy came in a nanosecond, erupting volcano-like, with a gushing and spurting of fluids that shook both participants. 

She moaned into Natalie's mouth and sobbed, trying futilely to capture some semblance of breath as her body convulsed with the overwhelming sensations of the magnificent climax she was undergoing.

When Natalie saw Katy regaining some sense of awareness, she bent over her and kissed her gently and laughed into her mouth.

"That was incredible," Katy husked.

"Thank you," Natalie answered happily.

"I thought I was your first," Katy said giving Natalie a look a new-found respect.

"My first woman, yes; not my first lover."

"I don't understand," Katy said the puzzlement evident on her face.

Natalie kissed her, and said, "I give great head, or so I've been told, and more than once. I figured giving head is giving head. A prick or a pussy, how different are they to pleasure?"

Katy shook her head in disbelief. "Well, I don't know. I do know that you are fantastic at it. Want to have another go at it?"

Needing no further inducement, Natalie went down on Katy again, this time on the kitchen floor, and in six fevered minutes, brought her to another shuddering climax. As she shook off the last remnants of that powerful orgasm, Katy sat on the cold floor tile, and looked at Natalie.

Natalie's eyes were closed; her body was spread out on the floor, arms out to her sides, legs spread slightly. Her eyes were closed; her breasts rose and fell as she strove to recover her breath.

"Natalie, you darling, that was wonderful. I could just lie here and melt away," Katy sighed, "but I have to return the favor." 

Katy got to her knees and opened a drawer that housed the knives and forks and drew out a feather she had put there just for the occasion.

Natalie, eyes still closed, moaned giddily as Katy applied the feather in light caresses over her skin. Her body stiffened in anticipation of what had to be coming next. Goosebumps rose on her breasts, and her nipples hardened to tiny points.

Noting the reaction, Katy laughed and said, "Suck your tits for me again." 

The brunette hastened to comply, and Katy tossed the feather aside and leaned down close to the sweaty, sticky pubic hairs surrounding her cunt. Natalie's thighs spread eagerly at the touch of Katy's fingertips, and she uttered a low moan and the nipple fell from between her full lips as Katy's fingers traced a moist path between her legs. 

"Oh, so lovely!" Natalie exclaimed as a finger dipped into her moistened slit. And, as Katy's mouth moved to cover the dark thatch of pubic hair shielding her cunt from sight, she brought her fingertips up to Natalie's mouth. A low growl came from Natalie's throat as she tasted her own juices.

With a wicked smile, Katy went to work on Natalie, nibbling on the side of her neck caused the now eager Natalie to growl and arch her back.

Katy smiled inwardly, and licked the length of her throat while stroking the tops of her breasts with her fingertips. Her mouth closed down on one of Natalie's nipples and she sank her fingers into the brunette's hair and pulled gently.

Natalie moaned softly.

Katy's mouth worked its way expertly over her breasts, nibbling, sucking and pulling; alternating the delicious torment with an occasional flick of the tongue over Natalie's most sensitive points.

Natalie shuddered, and Katy took that as a sign to move further south. She stroked Natalie's belly and she responded by reaching between Katy's legs, attempting to finger her in return. Katy's hand traveled to that point where the upper thigh meets the torso and tickled Natalie there.

And when Katy's fingers began to search the private folds and confines of Natalie's cunt, Natalie pumped her hips and moaned, "Do me! Please make me cum!"

"Not yet, my sweet," Katy said huskily.

In response to those words, Natalie struggled forward, desperately trying to force herself over the tormenting fingers. Slowly, Katy tugged her fingers loose, and pressed her face into her lover's welcome heat. Folding back the small hood, she caught Natalie's emerging clit with her free hand, and rolled it gently, savoring the feel of the responsive clenching of her lover's thighs around her head. She turned her face away and sent three fingers into the ever widening opening, thrusting harder this time, establishing a rhythm that was quickly matched by Natalie's heaving hips. Katy's tongue lapped at the wetness oozing from between her thrusting fingers, occasionally drifting away to the cleft between her ass to capture the stray rivulet of juice headed for her asshole.

Reading Natalie's signals with an ease that came only from long experience, Katy pulled back, holding Natalie's pulsating pussy open with the red-polished tips of her fingers. She counted to three, then pinched Natalie's clit, drawing a shuddering gasp from her. Holding her there for several long seconds, Katy brought Natalie to the edge.

"Talk to me, Natalie. Cry out for me."

Natalie drew a shuddering breath and pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper, "Please, Katy . . ."

The late afternoon sunlight streamed through the window, and glistened in the sweat on Natalie's trembling flesh. Katy pulled her fingers from her pussy and reached up to Natalie's face and caressed her lips coating them with the other's juices until Natalie attempted to catch them between her lips. Then with a satisfied yelp, Katy returned the fingers to the warmth of Natalie's cunt.




Wilmington Woman's Club Ch. 65



"Please!" Natalie pleaded, as she writhed on the floor.

"Not enough, darling," Katy teased. "Please what?" she asked, as her palm ground itself into the dewy fragments of matted hair covering Natalie's open hole, sending unparalled shivers through the both of them.

Natalie's voice shook with desperate desire. "Please don't stop, Katy. Please make me cum."

"Better. Much better."

Katy's fingers thrust deeper and harder into her sex. Natalie's pussy clenched around them, drawing them deeper, fighting to pull them inside. With practiced, knowing strokes, Katy drew shuddering waves of pleasure from Natalie's body. 

Each thrust pushed her further over the edge. Natalie cried out, her voice echoing throughout the room. And Katy lowered her mouth to Natalie's throbbing genitals and sent her tongue swirling here and there and seemingly everywhere.

Natalie, laughing hysterically, came, in the process ejaculating a tremendous jet of whatever it is that women spew when coming as profusely as Natalie did at that moment.

Katy let some minutes pass by without saying a word, and then finally asked softly, "So, did you enjoy eating me out?"

Ten seconds passed. Natalie's breasts rose as she took in a deep breath. She responded then, saying, "Almost as much as having you go down on me, and you damn well know it."

"I want you back here tomorrow."

"All right... same time?"

"Can you make it an hour earlier?"

"Yes, no problem."

"Good. I have a strap-on I want to try out on you."

A sensual thrill shot through Natalie's body as she envisioned Katy fucking her with a giant phallus. 

"I... I can hardly wait," she said, pulling her top back on and smoothing her skirt out. "You know... I really want to have a baby," she confessed to her new lover.

"I know," Katy said smugly, congratulating herself on finding a new lover and hopefully a sex-slave. And to herself, Katy thought, Maybe we'll work on that too.



Wilmington Woman's Club Ch. 66



Chapter 66 
Val Completes Her Plans and More



The day after Val formed the Wilmington Women's Club, she gave a great deal of thought to just how the club should proceed. Nursing her martini, she considered several possibilities. She had told the women the club would be used to have great sex and they had all quickly agreed. 

Okay, but just what constitutes great sex? Having a competent lover, certainly; but should that lover be exclusively male? A sex show like the one I saw in Paris? Val had to smile at that, recalling her delightful Asian friend. If I knew who to call I could invite her over. She and I could certainly put on an outstanding performance. There must be something like that here, even in Wilmington. How would I go about finding the right people?

She finished her martini and made another, mulling over what she had just considered. Joe would know how to contact the Asian girl. But to ask would tip him off about the club. I don't want him involved in any way. The vice Squad might know of another group. Would they tell me if they did? Yes, for enough money, they would; but would the group allow us in, and if they did, at what cost?

Taking a sip from her drink, Val grabbed a pad and made several notes:

•Buy/rent a Cop?

•Who's who in Vice?

•How would I approach them?

•Would they arrest me, or worse, tell Joe?

•Other than a cop, who might know?

She put the pencil down, took another sip from the martini and made a face, then picked up the pencil and made another note.

•How well do I know my girlfriends?

•Not well enough to trust with something like this.

•How do I find out if they're trustworthy?

•Bernie – known since college. Shared Joe with her once. She had me with her when she screwed that guy in a phone booth.

•Exhibitionist.

•She has young man as lover

•Joe knows this... why did I mention that to him?

•Is there something between them? What is there to support that thought?

•Judas...A close friend is usually the one to deceive you

•Janet and Natalie seemed okay, both flawed, but so what?

•Katy might go both ways. So what?

•Laura – has had tough time of it. Is it her or the guys she meets?

•What is it about her that bothers me?

Val chewed the eraser on the pencil as she reviewed the notes in front of her. One line jumped out at her. Other than a cop, who might know?

A private detective would know, or be able to find out. A private detective could also obtain certain insights into her girlfriends. Val took a swallow of her drink, put the glass down and got up to find the local telephone directory. Moments later, the Yellow Pages gave her a listing of twelve investigators. Closing her eyes she placed a finger on the page; saw that it was perched on a Thomas Alva Desoto, PI, and promptly dialed his number.

"Desoto Investigations," a quiet, but confident voice said in her ear.

"Mr. Desoto, can you tell me how private the private investigator you represent actually is?"

"Yes, I can, and will. It means you and I would have an unofficial bond exclusively between us, unless it involves a crime like murder, or grand theft, for which, my having knowledge of can get me twenty to life."

"Then what I want shouldn't prove a problem," Val said, and took a breath after having held it during his response.

"I get $100 an hour, with $500 up front, Miss...."

"Just call me Val for now, Mr. Desoto. When can we, meet?"

"I'm downtown, on Market, six blocks north of City Hall."

"Near the high school?"

"Yeah, one block south, the address is 872 Market. I'm just over the Oriental Specialty shop. My door is next to theirs."

"I know the place. I can be there in twenty minutes if that's convenient."

"Good enough for me. I'll be waiting."

*****

Val was impressed with Desoto's professionalism, and the fact that he seemed trustworthy. To his credit, he did not rape her with his eyes. He did, however, promptly tell her he found her very attractive, but would not let that come between them in their relationship unless she herself initiated it.

"I appreciate your candor, Mr. Desoto. It won't come to that, I promise you."

"Good," he said, "now at this point, the client, that would be you, usually tells me what they want. It could be something like monitoring your husband's whereabouts..."

"Mr. Desoto, if you'll permit, I want you to watch several acquaintances, follow them, or have them followed as I understand you can't be in two places at once. I want this done for a period of... say, two weeks, or until you're satisfied you have a good understanding of their actions on a daily basis."

"How many friends would be involved, Mrs. Marcolina?"

"Five at the moment; there may be others, but just the five. Here are their names and addresses and place of work."

Desoto accepted the list and waited, knowing there would be more. Val shifted nervously in her chair. Desoto waited.

"Um, there is one other thing."

"Yes, Mrs. Marcolina."

"Do you; by any chance, know who I am? I mean I know you'll find out if you don't..."

"I do know who your husband is, Mrs. Marcolina."

"We're not getting along... I don't mean to infer this ... material I want gathered has to do with a possible divorce proceeding. It does not. I repeat it has nothing to do with any such thing. We will remain married. I just..."

"I understand, but there is something else, right?"

"Yes. Yes, there is. How well do you know... let me rephrase, I'm looking for someone with knowledge of the seamy side of Wilmington. I was thinking that someone in the police department − possibly someone connected to vice − might be the right person to ask. But I don't know such a person and I don't know if that is the direction I want to go."

"I have several contacts within the seamier side of town, including a couple people working vice."

"Oh, good."

"Perhaps you might tell me a little more about just where you're headed."

"Um, yes. All right. Those friends on the list and I have formed a club."

"That's not unusual, Mrs. Marcolina. Could you be more specific? I think I have an idea where you're going, but it would certainly help if we were both on the same page as it were."

"It's about sex, Mr. Desoto. It's about we women enjoying good, if not great sex in a wide variety ..." Val paused, and had to look away from him before continuing. "... um, in as wide a variety of formats as possible under the circumstances. I'm sorry... I mean, about putting it that way, but I couldn't think of another way of saying it."

Desoto stood up, needing to move about. She had shocked him and he didn't shock easily. "Well, err... yes, I guess I understand."

He let a few seconds pass, and then said, "No, I'm afraid I don't understand. Are you saying you want to start a sex club, Mrs. Marcolina?"

"Err, I suppose so. But... not something off the wall like...."

"Yes?"

"I don't know what I want, Mr. Desoto. I had this kind of vision, you know? But when it... when I try to put it into words I find I can't."

"Want to kick it around?"

"Yes, sure, why not?"

"You say you want a contact in the vice department."

"I think I do."

"Why. I mean specifically, why would you want to speak with someone in vice? Are you looking for prostitutes? Either male or female?"

"Not exactly."

"Help me out here. I mean, let's say I get a cop in vice to come here and talk with you... what are you going to ask him for?"

"Mr. Desoto...."

"Please, call me Tom, or Thomas. By this point I'm fairly certain we're on a first name basis."

"Yes, well then, I'm Valerie, or just Val."

"So, Valerie, let's say we have a Mr. Jones from the vice squad here with us. What do you want from him?"

"This is embarrassing, Mr., I mean Thomas."

"How so?"

"Well, I..." Val had to laugh at herself. "I know, I'm being ludicrous, it really sounds stupid. What I want to do is to have a series of meetings with my girlfriends that, um, explore the essence of sex?"

"You realize you made that a question instead of an answer?"

"I did?"

"You did."

They both had to laugh at that, and did.

"Okay, believe it or not, we've made progress. Let me play back what I've heard you say. You want to hold a series of meetings with certain female friends to explore sexual possibilities, or even and I'm branching out here... possibly acting sexual scenarios out with others. Further, you require someone with certain knowledge, like a vice cop, to help you find the other players."

Val almost jumped in the air. "YES! That's exactly what I want!"

"Good. Now that we've narrowed it down a little, I have to tell you that under certain circumstances what you propose is a criminal offense. I suspect that is not what you had in mind. Am I correct?"

"Lord, no!" Val said, suddenly crestfallen.

"Okay, I need to call a lawyer friend on this. But I think there is a way... a legal way, around the criminal aspect of what you want to do."

"Thank God!"

"Now, as to the other part of my duties... and remember I'm on the clock...."

"Not a problem, Mr. Desoto, you've already earned your money."

"Please, it's Tom, okay?"

"Sorry, Tom." Val gave him a smile, and he returned it. She liked him even more for being nice about the whole situation.

"I will hire a couple other PI's to follow your girlfriends around the clock. I know, I know, they'll be sleeping, or at work most of the time. But around the clock will catch them at whatever they're doing sooner than later, and that's what I think you want."

"It is, and I want you to go for it."

"That's going to run you $150 an hour. One hundred for the other operator and fifty for me."

"That's fine. Do you need a retainer?"

"Yes. $5000 should cover things unless it takes a lot longer."

Val opened her purse, took out a checkbook, and then thought better of it. "I'd prefer to pay in cash. But don't have that much with me. I have $1200 here; can I use that as a down payment on the retainer?"

"Why not? There's no way I'll go through the $5000 in one day," he said accepting the money she was offering him. "I recommend pulling the money out of your account in odd lots. Say $2500 one day and $1000 the next. Less chance or arousing suspicions that way. And under no circumstances draw over $9000 out at one time. The IRS hears about those withdrawals and relates it to a drug buy."

"Yes, I'm aware of that possibility," Val said, and crossed her legs, realizing that this time Desoto had not averted his eyes. They said a few more things and Val got up, shook Desoto's hand and walked out of his office adding a little more wiggle than usual to her rear end.

*****

Desoto watched from his office window as Val got into her car and drove off. He made three phone calls setting things in motion, and solved one problem immediately.

*****

Two days later, Desoto called Val with his first report.

"Mrs. Marcolina?"

"Yes?"

"I have something to report."

"Please, go on."

"With regard to two of your girlfriends. Natalie Stevens and Katy Dide."

"Katy and Nat... yes?"

"My source tells me they are lovers."

"They... they're lesbians?"

"I don't label people in that kind of context, Mrs. Marcolina. My source followed them to Dide's place and was able to obtain several pictures that show them in, um, shall we say, compromising positions?"

"When was this?"

"Last night."

"All right." Val sighed, she had suspected as much from Katy, but Natalie caught her off guard. Still, no serious damage had been done. The club could continue as planned.

"So far we have nothing unusual on the others. I do however, have something positive for you. There's a guy... but first, let me ask you again exactly what you had in mind here?"

"Never mind all that. What does this guy do?"

"Don't lose your cool, Mrs. Marcolina. It's ... what this guy does might be considered disgusting and perverse by some."

"Get on with it. What does he do?" Val was intensely interested in what he was about to disclose to her. 

"All right then, this guy, name's Jay, Jay Carter. He can... Aw, I can't put it any other way. He can suck his own cock."

"He can suck... that's marvelous! That's wonderful! They'll love it!"

"I thought you'd be repulsed."

"No, not at all. I'm impressed with your find. If he's half as good as I think he'll be you'll get a bonus."

"I haven't approached him, so I don't know what he charges. He does this at bachelor parties, things like that."

"Is he gay?"

"I don't know. I do know he needs money to support his habit."

"What kind of habit?"

"He's a heroin addict."

An alarm went off in Val's mind, and she made a mental note to have plenty of contraceptives available at each meeting, and especially this particular meeting.

"One other thing, Mrs. Marcolina. I spoke with my lawyer. He finds no laws being broken if you get everyone, and I mean everyone who participates to state in writing that they are over 18 years of age and are knowingly entering into a sexual situation that may or may not include sexual congress with one or more members of the same, or opposite sex."

Val had him repeat the last while she made notes, thanked him, and hung up.

*****

The next two days produced no new news on any of Val's girlfriends. However, Friday evening Val received a phone call from a seemingly troubled Desoto.

"Um, are you sitting down?"

"No, Mr. Desoto, should I?"

"I think it advisable, Mrs. Marcolina."

Val sat down at her dining room table. "All right, what do you have?"

"Late this afternoon, Mrs. Grunfeld was seen entering a high-rise luxury apartment on Water Street. She was alone."

"That's not too bad, Mr. Desoto."

"There's more. It gets ... worse."

"Tell me," she said and began working the cuticle on her left thumb.

"Other people entered the building after her. Mostly couples. But there were two men went in... separately, I mean. They could have gone in to meet her.

"And three women, elderly women also entered. My man was able to ascertain they lived there. He didn't learn anything about the first man in. He might live there, he might not. But my man recognized the other man, and learned that he owns one of the two penthouse apartments in the building.

"The man was your husband, Joe Marcolina. My man is certain, having dealt with him on numerous occasions. I'm sorry. You shouldn't learn something like this in this way."

"Well..." Val said after a brief pause. "I didn't know about him and... her," Val having decided at the last second that she couldn't pronounce Bernie's name without crying. "I've caught him out before. Not that you need to know, but we're kind of separated. We live in the same house and I act as his wife for social reasons. He pays me well for that privilege and that privilege only. His woman ... that woman ... is a surprise. She's a longtime friend, and she's betraying me. I'll deal with that on my own terms when I'm ready. Thank you, Mr. Desoto. Please continue checking the others and be sure to let me know what the balance due is. 

*****

Val was furious at learning that Bernie had betrayed her. She made herself a strong martini and sat down sipping away at it slowly but steadily.

Ten minutes later she realized she was highly aroused and made a decision that both surprised and frightened her.

Picking up the phone she dialed a number she had scribbled down several days earlier.

"Hello," a slack voice answered.

"Mr. Carter?"

"Yeah?"

"You don't know me, but perhaps you've heard from a Mr. Desoto recently?"

"Desoto ... yeah, he talked to me the other day. You the one interested in my service?"

"I might be, but I need to know when you were last tested for HIV?"

"He mentioned that might complicate things. I got tested the day him and me talked. I got the results back this morning. I'm clean."

"Was the test by a reputable physician?"

He named a doctor that Val was familiar with and trusted.

"Are you available this evening?"

"If it's worth my while."

"Five hundred for a demonstration."

"Where and when?"

Val gave him her address and told him to be there in an hour. Carter had no problem with either and told her so.

"I hope you're as good as promised," she said.

"I'm better than that, lady. But you'll see for yourself."

***

Jay Carter was a surprisingly handsome young man. Val felt quite comfortable in his presence. She had already instructed the Nanny who was caring for her daughter Caroline that she did not want to be disturbed, and brought Carter to her bedroom and then sat down in a loveseat and waited.

"Maybe I should tell before the show," he said, opening up the conversation between them.

"I think that is a good idea. I want to see what you can do. I have several friends who like... unusual behavior, and...."

"Sexually deviant behavior, Mrs. Marcolina?"

"Very likely, Mr. Carter."

"Please, call me Jay."

"Of course, Jay it is. Call me Val, or Valerie."

He smiled and pronounced her name. "Valerie. A lovely name."

Thank you, Mr. I mean, Jay."

"Valerie, I went through puberty later than my peers. But when I did it seems my body went into overdrive. What I mean is, I grew a foot in a year. I was Mr. Awkward for ten months and then almost overnight my dick shot out to a firmly measured eleven inches."

"That's a remarkable size, Jay. I've never seen one that... that, or anywhere close to it. May I see it?"

"In due course, Valerie, if you don't mind. At any rate, there I was Mr. Awkward, and as for the girls – tongue-tied and completely hopeless around them."

"We're all awkward to some extent, Jay," Val said feeling sorry for the young man in front of her. She kept glancing at his groin, hoping to see a tell-tale bulge that befit a cock as big as he claimed to have. But why would he exaggerate? She asked herself. He's going to show it to me sooner or later?

"I figured out how to suck myself by accident. I was, as usual, behind a locked door in my bedroom." He looked at Val, saw her staring at his crotch, and slowly lowered the zipper, reached inside and took his member out.

"Might as well have a look at it Val, I can tell you're anxious to see the unveiling."

He was not hard, but his member hung down not unlike an elephant's trunk.

"Oh, I... I'm sorry, Jay. I was anxious to see it. I guess it gets a lot bigger when you...."

"Yes, it certainly does."

"May I touch it?"

"Of course. It's sort of limp right now. If you want you can do the honors... you know, get it up for me − or us."

Val moved to him and knelt at his feet, taking his hot flesh into her hand. Several inches of cock lolled over her hand and she was required to use her other hand as well to keep him straight. 

"You never did show me the doctor's report on your condition, Jay."

"Do you really want to see it, or would you rather suck my cock?"

"I won't suck anything if you don't show me medical proof you're clean."

Reaching into his right-hand pocket, Jay produced the letter proving him safe from any sexually transmitted disease. Val read it carefully then folded it and handed it back to him.

"I can't deep-throat this," she told him calmly. Then dropped the head of his lengthy manhood on the edge of her tongue. "But owl twy," she laughed then took him as far as she could.

Val was surprised that it took him a full minute to become fully erect, but when he did, she had to remark not only on his length, but also on the circumference of his weapon, and in her opinion it was indeed a weapon.

"Jay, this is as impressive a cock as I've ever seen, and that includes porno films."

"Johnnie Wadd was bigger," he replied softly.

"Johnnie Wadd?" Val said, after removing him from her mouth.

John Holmes, Big John Holmes," Jay said. He made dozens of films."




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"Oh, yes. I seem to recall him. He never seemed to be hard, although he certainly was long."

"I don't think he ever gave it a rest and that's why he couldn't make it hard."

Val changed the subject, "Show me how you do it."

"Sure you don't want to continue? I like your technique."

"On the bed, Jay," she said authoritatively.

"This bed may not work for what I do, but I'll try."

With a methodical precision, Jay removed all his clothing, including his socks and shoes, and lay down on the bed. His cock jerked and bobbed as he raised his legs, then threw them back with all the skill of a contortionist.

"Practice yogi, do you?" Val asked, impressed with his ability.

"No, although I might take it up as I grow older."

Val noted the cords in his neck tense up as he began to strain forward, his mouth striving to reach his cock. 

"If I'm going to do this in front of an audience I'll need to have something to grip my feet. I need that extra three or four inches of purchase it gives me to really put on a show."

"Are you telling me you can't do it now?"

"No, but I can't do it for long. I aim to show you I can suck my dick, I don't intend to cum all over my face like I would for the crowd at the show."

He had convinced Val he could do it with those words, but she waited and waited as he continued to struggle to close the gap between his lips and his cock.

Several minutes passed. Now he was grunting with the effort. But Val saw that he was getting closer, and closer, and closer.

Her eyes went wide the moment it happened. One second he was an inch away, the next he was gulping the entire head into his mouth and making unbelievable sucking sounds.

Val was beside herself. She went to the bed and started pulling at Jay's legs, thereby wrenching his cock from his mouth.

"What!"

"I need it more than you!" she yelled, and gobbled the spongy helmet into her mouth while cupping his balls with one hand and holding him up to her mouth with the other.

"Oh, yeah!" he cried out as Valerie sucked frantically, swirling her tongue this way and that coating his entire cockhead with her saliva.

"Suck it, bitch!"

"Mmmm!" she answered, as her spittle ran down the length of him. Val's hands were both enclosed around him, jerking him off as best she could under the circumstances. 

"Gonna cum!" Jay announced for both their benefit. Val responded by sealing her lips around him and sucking as hard as she could. 

"UGH, here it comes!"

A salty, bleach-like taste filled her mouth. It was unpleasant but Val considered it a small price to pay for the privilege of being able to pay homage to such a magnificent specimen. 

"Yes!" she managed to eke out while swallowing mouthful after mouthful of his hot, gluey semen. And when he stopped ejaculating she was so disappointed she started to cry.

"Jesus that was good," Jay croaked. Wiping the tears from her eyes, Val nodded her agreement.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"Am I ever!" she answered. A moment later she said, "So tell me what else is in this act of yours?"

He told her, and she was elated far beyond her expectations. "My man!" she cooed, "My main man, Jay!"



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Chapter 67

WWC Meeting #2

Val tried not to think about Bernie and her husband, preferring to concentrate on that nights meeting. It was too soon to bring in Jay, who would fellate himself, and so she wondered what might serve to get the women warmed up on such short notice? She knew she had only herself to blame. She had wasted the week trying to develop ideas on her own, and only thought of hiring the private detective a few days ago. But then she had accomplished so much since then, hadn't she?

Then it occurred to her that she had gotten the girls going with her pregnancy story. That was followed by a couple of the others telling stories of their own. That would have to do, she told herself, and then had another thought. She decided to call everyone who had been at the meeting except Bernie, who would not be attending anyway. No, Val thought, she'll be fucking Joe in his hideaway. 

Val had called her friends and told each there were many women in Wilmington who felt the same way they did. She urged each of them to find and bring one of those women to the meeting. To Val's surprise, each of the members agreed it was a good idea, and would try to find someone who would fit in. Only Laura had reservations, and those were with her own ability to produce another member so soon.

*****

Val was happily surprised at the turnout. Katy brought two women, Deidre, an attractive, brunette in her mid-thirties, who appeared to be a bit on the shy side and worked as a saleswoman at Talbot's; and Ceilia, who worked with the Department of Maritime Affairs, a plain-looking women in her early twenties (actually 23) who adhered to a manish style of dress that with her short, blonde hair gave her a pixyish look that Val found very attractive. . Val decided that until proven otherwise, she would consider both lesbians. Not that it mattered in the least as far as the club membership was concerned. She would learn that they were not lesbians, but bi-sexual and were Katy's neighbors in Wrightsville Beach.

Natalie presented a lithe, brunette Named Stacy, who worked at the law firm with her. Stacy was 32 years old, raven-haired, like Val, and very outgoing. She had smallish breasts and nice legs, although she was pigeon-toed and wore black, horned-rim glasses. Everyone took to her from the outset of the meeting.

A petite, waif with curly auburn tresses was introduced by Janet as Ursula Smith, a Second-Grade teacher. Ursula had a winning smile and great ass, and did not wear a bra to the meeting.

And, in a complete change of character, Laura proudly presented Glenda Rogers, a natural blonde who had recently moved to Wilmington and had filled a position at the library and worked alongside Laura.

The women sat down to a seafood dinner, courtesy of Val Marcolina, and then Val called the meeting to order.

"We're not a formal group. I don't want it that way and I don't think you want it either. I want to welcome all the newcomers and want to let you know we're all newcomers in that this is the first official meeting of the Wilmington Women's Club. We're not a bunch of do-gooders. We're not fundraisers, and ... well, we're not what anyone would consider a ... shall I say, normal functioning type club. 

"For those of you not here that night, I told a story about the night I became pregnant with my daughter, Caroline, who incidentally will be five next week."

There was a moment of scattered applause and then everyone was applauding. Val was deeply touched, but held up her hands and when the group was quiet continued. 

"Anyway, I asked those present what they thought of my story. Everyone had something to say. It appeared most everyone there had something, a story, if you will, that they wanted to share. Unfortunately we didn't have time for everyone. But we'll make time for that this evening ... after you all have a few more martini's or vodka and tequila shots."

That got a round of laughter and Val sensed the group leaning toward her. 

"The club is tentatively named The Wilmington Women's Club. But we don't need to be so formal. Someone suggested we call it the WWC and I think that has certain ... shadowy mysteriousness to it that we like. 

"Someone else, I think it was Janet. Was it you dear?"

"Was it me, what, Val?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. This presiding over a meeting is new to me. I should be more specific, shouldn't I?"

"It would help move things along," Katy said with a broad smile. Val shrugged her shoulders as she nodded agreement.

"And so I shall. I think Janet suggested ... no, she asked what the purpose of the club would be. The main purpose, anyway. And I said we'll use it to embellish our sex lives."

The women cheered, and another round of drinks was ordered.

"I was hoping to have several of the Chippendale Dancers here to... entertain us. Unfortunately, they don't have a group that works in our neck of the woods."

"Fly them in from Michigan, we don't care!" Ceilia shouted.

Val laughed with the rest and after things quieted down, said, "Good idea, but I found something closer. Unfortunately, they can't be here this evening. They will, however, be here next week. And, I'll tell you this much. They may not be Chippendale Dancers, but they are United States Marines from the Fayetteville area, and probably more man than any of the Chippendale's." The women roared their approval.

"In weeks to come, I have several other surprises in store for you. And now I want to add one more thing and then I'll shut up. If any of you have ideas or suggestions, let me hear them. If we can afford it, and we can afford a lot believe me, as long as it's legal, we'll go for it. 

"Now for tonight, I propose we pick up where we left off last week. And that is each of us telling the hottest story we can about our personal experiences."

Glenda, the Assistant Librarian, had her hand in the air as soon as Val finished, and Val acknowledged her. Glenda stood up and faced the others. 

"Um, this happened when I was in college. Um, Val I should tell you that Laura told me your pregnancy story, um, maybe three times this week. I have to confess that I spent a lot of time in the Ladies Room at the Library... anyway...."

All the women, including Val were beside themselves with laughter. Glenda stopped and smiled out at her already captive audience. Val stood and motioned to get Glenda's attention. "I'm sorry for interrupting you, especially this early in your story. But it sounds like a really good one and I think I should order a couple rounds before you get too far along."

"I think that's a wonderful idea, thank you, Val."

Val gestured to the server, placed the order and Glenda resumed her story. 

"I think I woke up that Sunday at about two in the afternoon. My roomie was laughing and welcomed me back to the living.

"What time did you get in?" she asked.

"I didn't know, but recalled that the sun was shining, and told her so."

"You and what's-his-name must have had real fun then," she said and giggled knowingly.

"I laughed and told her that he was a real sweetie, and a change from the stupid jocks I'd been dating.

"That was the thing, see... the football players think because you're a cheerleader you're fair game. I mean, that group was so narcissistic they thought if they showed up at the door you'd have your legs spread in waiting for their sperm donation."

Glenda now had her audience in the palm of her hand.

Val grinned happily. This was going better than expected. Glenda had a natural ability to tell a good story. Val thought back to how she had rehearsed her story, trying to anticipate the group's reaction, working on her timing, and here was this young Glenda reeling off a story like a pro.

Glenda nodded at the others, "Yeah, well I'll tell you that gets real old, real fast. Anyway, this guy, his name's James by the way, he was a keeper. Well, at least for the next couple weeks.

"I recall saying to my roomie, I wish I could figure out what it is exactly that triggers male hormones."

My roomie came back with something like: "I don't think its boobs, hair, or short skirts. I think it's them. They're all walking around in a constant state of arousal. I mean, I can wear the baggiest sweats, pull my hair back with a scrunchie, and still detect the lust in their eyes when I'm sitting in the library. 

I told her she was right, and added, "At least for now I don't have to do any more fishing at the frog pond."

"Was it your third time out with him?" Katy asked with a smirk.

"Yeah, three's the charm in my book." 

"Of course my roomie wanted to know the exquisite details of the diner date, so I opened up.

"He took me up to a really nice restaurant in the park; one with carriage rides and all. I really wanted to look nice, so I spent extra time putting my hair up into a French braid; it keeps it off my shoulders and more importantly, I wouldn't sit there and play with it while I was talking to him. I decided to wear a navy blue mini with a scoop neckline. The dress wasn't all that revealing. Only five inches above my knees, and heck, I even wore a bra so while there was some flesh showing, it wasn't as suggestive as you might think.

"We decided to have chocolate mousse for dessert and was it ever yummy. I can still taste it. He had a little speck of chocolate on the side of his mouth, and I wiped it off onto my finger. He told me that he didn't want to waste that little taste, and took my index finger into his mouth and gently sucked on it, sliding his tongue all around. Of course feeling that delicate pull on my finger was enough to get me started. You know how it is when guys start to suck on body parts." 

Glenda paused, looked around, and said, "At least I hope you know how it is."

That drew an appreciative roar of laughter from the other women.

"Indeed I do," Katy sighed, eliciting even more laughter among the group.

Glenda resumed her story.

"I managed to get myself under control and suggested a walk in the park before heading back to his place. That got an interesting reaction from him and with a few glasses of wine already warming my loins; I slipped my hand under the table to see what he was feeling."

Natalie exclaimed, "You didn't!"

"Hey, we were against the wall and nobody could really see," Glenda shot back. "Don't tell me you've never been curious to see if you've gotten a rise out of a guy in a public place. And he was rock hard."

Natalie said nothing, more embarrassed by her uncharacteristic outburst than anything Glenda said in response to her comment.

But Laura answered for the rest of them, saying quietly, "Well, there was this one time...."

"The waiter brought us a couple of Irish coffees. I had a little dribble of coffee on my upper lip, and James smiled at me, telling me that turn about was fair play. So I slipped his finger into my mouth, and gently sucked on it until it was clean. Well, that was all it took. The next thing I knew our lips were locked, tongues darting back and forth between our mouths. I was fumbling with his zipper about the same time his hand was sliding up my thigh when the waiter approached and politely asked if we wanted desert. That cooled us off for the moment. James asked for the check and we left without desert."

"Which you're about to tell us came a little later," Katy chirped happily.

"Don't get ahead of me," Glenda said with a big smile. We arrived at his apartment. His roomie was out, probably under orders from James as this was our third date ... time for me to put out according to the unwritten rules of engagement.

"Anyway, he was surely dripping as much as I was oozing, and it wasn't long before our clothes marked a narrow trail to the bedroom. We hit the sheets, a tangle of arms and legs, tongues slipping over skin, fingers stroking and pulling. He was on top of me and I reached down to guide him into me, when he told me to wait, he wasn't quite ready yet. Well I'll tell you, I sure thought he was ready, the damn thing was certainly big enough for my cunny to grab onto!

"Val couldn't contain herself and blurted, "Imagine that, a guy who has some patience!"

Katy chirped, "I've heard that even apes find it hard to believe they've descended from man."

Glenda laughed, and said, "Patience my eye! What he wanted was to dip his tongue into my honey pot!

At least three of the women gasped the same words: "Oh, my!"

"Uh-huh! Jamesie Boy gave me a final kiss before sliding down my body, licking his way south."

"Tell it girl!" That from Ursula Smith, the Second-Grade teacher, who was pumping her arm it the air at the same time she was yelling her supportive comment.

"I will, girl, I will. Let me tell you, you wouldn't believe what that did to my nippies. I mean James meant to take his sweet time with me. And that was a newbie for me. He was my fourth guy. The others were strictly wham, bam, and thank you ma'am. Maybe you could leave off the thank you's' too. But back to James."

"An American hero!" Ursula yelled too much laughter by the others.

"He really was, you know?" Glenda said happily. 

"How were those nippies doing?" Katy inquired, trying to sound innocent, but failing badly.

"Glad you asked," Glenda replied. "He had this way of pinching them between his tongue and teeth, flicking 'em back and forth. No guy had ever done this to me before. It was great, both the soft sensation of his tongue, and the hard edge of his teeth. He had my boobs cupped together and was going back and forth from one nipple to the other. I swear to God, if he kept that up I would have gone over the edge pretty quick. Evidently, some unknown, but wonderful older woman had given my Jamesie some positive instruction on what a woman really likes. Anyway, he sensed how close I was getting and left my boobs to resume his downward trajectory towards my slippery cunny, leaving a nice trail of warm spittle along the way.

"He was such a tease, delicately sliding his tongue over my nether lips with the faintest pressure. God, I was starting to heat up!"

"Me too!" Exclaimed Ceilia, who rubbed her breasts in an obscene manner to the approval of the others present.

"Anyway," Glenda went on, Jamesie paid some attention to my inner thighs with both his tongue and fingernails. Of course, I was already trying to grind myself into his face."

That line met a boisterous roar of approval from Katy and Laura.

"Well, my Jamesie got the message right away, and moved back up my thighs to the juicy juncture that was really in need of attention.

Janet opined, "Ummm, when they get that first taste of honey, baby, nothing can stop them!"

"Here, here!" Val yelled as loudly as any of the others had. Apparently, the women were all excitedly engrossed in Glenda's sexual titillations.

"Exactly! They can't stop themselves. And of course, neither can we, right?"

"RIGHT!" the others roared.

And when his magical tongue hit my magical button ... I let him know he was on target with as loud a groan as you've ever heard. He went to town on my 'O' button with quick sucks and twangs of his tongue, and I started to cum. But what really got me going was his having the presence of mind to attack my nippies while worrying my 'O' button.

"Was it a really big one?" Katy asked.

"Um, do you mean my orgasm, or his cock?"

Janet peed her pants laughing. It's possible that someone else did too, but only Janet admitted as much later.

Glenda looked to Val to determine if she should bother to continue. Val waved her on, and Glenda waited for the group to settle down, then said, "I'll leave that to your imaginations, girls, but with another lick and pinch I was over the edge. Hell, I was a goner.

"It was the most intense thrill I've ever experienced. Thank you Jamesie, wherever the fuck you are. If I knew your whereabouts, or phone number, I'd sell the damn thing to these ladies writhing in front of me. And that's MY story, and I'm sticking to it!"

"Tell us," Laura asked, obviously heated up herself, "did he fuck you after?"

"You had to ask? Of course he did. And that was the second best 'O' ever."

The women had another round and were quite drunk when Ceilia the twenty-something, ran a hand through her short, blonde hair and stood up.

"I've got one too," she said on unsteady legs. "Maybe more than one."

"You go girl," Katy crowed, proud that her invitee was up in front of the group. Subconsciously, she hoped that Ceilia would reveal a penchant for pussy that Katy could capitalize on, although she was already involved with teaching Natalie the finer points of woman-on-woman

"Of course I wasn't as drunk as I am right now," Ceilia chirped, "but I was bombed for sure. Was at the beach at Fort Fisher. My boyfriend that day drove his pickup onto the beach; I had a few more beers than perhaps I should have, and got it on in the back of the pickup while a few scattered fishermen watched us."

"Oh, yeah, nothing beats a drunken fuck!' Janet yelled.

"Plenty of things beat a drunken fuck," Natalie countered.

"Name one!" Katy challenged, and true to form, Natalie withdrew into herself.

"Another time, I was baring my tits on a New Orleans balcony, when this guy, Mike hiked my mini up, found I'd gone commando that day, and gave it to me on Bourbon Street with hundreds of people watching and camera's flashing while I waved to them as I came." 

"Five points for fucking while drunk," Laura called out, only to be hooted at by the others who were still laughing at Ceilia's antics. But a moment later, Natalie confided to Val that Ceilia was most likely a slut.

"Sluts are good," Val replied, leaving Natalie confused and befuddled.

Natalie remained that way even when her protégé, Stacy stood up.

"Hi, I'm Stacy in case you 'all forgot. Um, how to start...? I guess I'll just say that I'm a cock watcher. I can't help it. To me it's the same as guys looking at my boobs. And to be honest, on a weekend I try to wear sexy clothes to get the guys all hot and bothered. I mean, I love it when I give a guy a boner. I even imagine what it would look like if he took it out and showed it to me. You know, is it curved, thick, long, or cut."

"I think we all do that to some extent," Val said, making the others titter and laugh.

Stacy waited for quiet and said, "All that was to let you know I'm not a lesbian, because what follows is certainly that."

Katy's mouth went dry. Was Stacy actually telling them she was gay? She did a quick assessment of Stacy's attributes and found them well within her preferred boundaries.

"I was young, about nineteen when this happened. It was mid-summer and I was at my Aunt's place, visiting her neighbor, who I'll call Vera. Vera was about thirty-five and never married. She suggested a martini, and I, naive as most girls that age, thought nothing of the fact that in short order I was working on my third. As you can see, today I'm still on my first."

The women smiled, and Stacy resumed her story. 

"We had something to eat, probably a salad, with a glass or two of iced tea. Food and tea notwithstanding, I was really drunk for the first time in my life. Vera excused herself for a moment and came back into the room with her dress hiked up and wearing what I came to know as a strap-on. At the time all I saw was the penis attached to the harness. But that was enough to start my arousal. If I recollect correctly, I thought she was showing me a gift she'd gotten at a bridal shower ... you know, where they give naughty presents and the like, to the bride. Usually it's all very fun. 

I got a little antsy when Vera waved the huge penis at me, and biting her lip, asked in a quaking voice: "Would you ... I mean, do you think it would be weird of me, uh, if I wanted you to put it up my rear?"

I was too astonished to reply. 




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"Or," Vera added a moment later, "I could do you if that's what your preference is."

Now I was under the influence of the alcohol, and I was neither a virgin, nor was I unfamiliar with making it with another woman. I mean, I had experimented with it to some degree in college, but this ...."

"Was she threatening you, Stacy?" Katy asked with more than casual interest.

"No, at least I never felt threatened. What I felt was ..." she paused wanting to phrase her next sentence so that she was not misunderstood.

"It's ... how I felt is complicated. I'd had all that booze. I hadn't been laid in weeks, and the longer I stared at that artificial penis the hornier I got. 

"I told Vera that I was a little nervous about doing anal." "Afraid of what?" she asked, "I'm the one whose ass is going to be fucked."

Suddenly her eyes blinked twice and I saw a gleam that hadn't been there a moment earlier. "You want me to fuck you!" she said in a lust filled voice that really got to me. I realized that I was wet ... down there, you know. I knew that we were going to do it. We were going to fuck one another anally. It was only a question of who would be first.

To my surprise, I was the one who asked the unasked question. "How do we go about it ... and who goes first?"

"Ahhhhhh, that's my girl!" Vera croaked happily. "Have you ever ....?"

"No ... a finger once, but no, not really," I replied as I unbuttoned my dress and took it off then followed by removing my underwear. "Will it hurt much?"

Vera was still shedding her clothing as she reached t and slowly traced a finger to my rose bud. I shivered with delight and knew I was going to enjoy this experience. "Stacy, it is not my intention to ever hurt you. On the contrary, I intend to pleasure you, to drive you to the place where you beg for more. Nothing, I mean absolutely nothing, will ever be done without your permission. At any time, you can simply tell me to stop. I assure you, I will." Vera was holding the penis in her right hand and lightly grazed my butthole. I shivered again and reached out to touch her breast and rub a nipple.

"Mmmm," Vera sighed contentedly. Ain't our bodies wonderful?" she said in a huskier voice as the tip of her finger slipped easily into my anus. "Oh, you're almost buttery in there," she whispered. 

"Do more of that," I croaked as I pushed back against her probing finger and slowly sank to the floor with her following. . "We need ..." she said haltingly "...some lube." And pulling her finger out she walked gracefully into the kitchen with my eyes riveted to her ass as it jiggled in that feminine way women use to attract attention to that particular part of their anatomy.

Vera returned moments later carrying a quarter pound of butter on a pillow. She knelt by my side and handed me the pillow to rest my face on. I was on all fours and raised my ass. She pried my cheeks apart and began rubbing the stick of butter against my asshole.

"Are you trying to stick that up in there?"

"No, but I want to use your bodies heat to help it melt a little. Then it will slide in and melt inside you. When that happens I can probably drive a truck in there."

We both started laughing at her remark and as the butter softened; Vera stuffed it into my ass with first one finger and then two.

I was surprised at the ease with which she accomplished it, and told her so.

"Just relax," she said, "I'll put a lot more in there. Pay attention because you'll be doing the same to me." By this time she had three fingers in me until satisfied that I was ready for her strap-on. After applying a generous dose of butter to the penis, she winked at me and moved into position behind me. I felt the penis push lightly at my anus and gasped as it slipped in without any apparent resistance.

Vera grunted twice and began pumping the strap-on in and out of me.

"How's it feel?"

"Not bad, not bad at all, Vera," I replied and meant it.

Maintaining her steady thrusting, Vera reached around to my pussy and found my clit then gave it a stimulating rub.

I felt myself getting ready to cum.

"Oh, God! Oh, God... that's good. That's so good. I can't believe it. It's incredible. Oh, yesssss! Do me! Do me good!"

She fucked me to multiple orgasms and then I cleaned the strap-on and did her the same way she'd done me. It felt weird at first ... I mean getting the knack of fucking her with the penis, but after a minute or two it seemed natural and I kept at it until she was begging me to stop. 

In a voice that nearly cracked over each word spoken, Katy ventured, "Did she go down on you later?"

Natalie's hands flew to her face in shock. Everyone will know she and I are doing it! She thought, and fought off tears of embarrassment.

Stacy smiled knowingly and replied, "Katy? Is it Katy?" Katy nodded, and Stacy said, "That would be a story for another time, now wouldn't it?" and she sat down, gulped the remainder of her martini and said, "Now, I'll admit to one more thing. Well two things actually. I never saw Vera again, and the next time I had a man in my bed I asked him if I could use the strap-on --- yes, I'd ordered several through the mail --- and when he said yes, I knew my world had changed for the better. And now, if you'll excuse me, I have to pee."

And with all the women laughing behind her, Stacy walked nonchalantly to the Ladies Room. *****

Katy was about to launch into her story when Stacy pretended to skip out of the ladies room to much shared laughter. Then Katy began her story.

"I was a senior in high school. I had just turned eighteen and with both parents working, had invited my boy friend up to my room for the first time. He was tall, dark and handsome. A little on the skinny side, although he filled out nicely a few years later, but then, so did I." Katy took a sip of her drink, carefully put it down, and looked out at her audience.

"I was reading this book called The Autobiography of a Flea, have any of you read it?"

Three hands went up, and Katy smiled. "So you know what my mood was when Jerry came into the bedroom. Anyway, I had both windows open because Jerry was a smoker. I mean a non-stop smoker. But just remembering how he looked gets me hot to this day. I mean, jeans, denim shirt open almost to his navel, and the requisite leather jacket. Did I mention his ass? Well I should. He had a great ass. Looking at it you just knew he would fuck a girl to kingdom come, no pun intended, ladies."

"You go girl!" Natalie yelled and everyone knew this was unlike her and that she must have had too much to drink. Not one woman there suspected that sweet, little Natalie was a spending so much time on her knees as a neophyte carpet muncher.

"Knowing Jerry was coming over; I had removed my bra and hung it on the chair next to my bed. As for me, well I was laying on the bed in as provocative a pose as I could muster. Jerry put his cigarette out in an ashtray and took the book out of my hands, read the title and said, "Wanna fuck?"

Being a virgin, I didn't jump at the opportunity to give it away to Jerry, but decided to play coy, although I have to tell you, hearing him ask THAT question had me thoroughly soaked between the legs.

I have to say Jerry was pretty cool for an eighteen-year-old. He asked if he could use my phone and after I said okay he called this other girl who I hated and asked her if she wanted to fuck him. He held the phone next to my ear as she said, "Really?" "Sure," he said. "Okay, where we gonna do it?"

At that point I grabbed the phone away from Jerry and shouted, "Sorry you slut, but he's gonna take my cherry here and now!" and I hung up, only to realize that Jerry had taken his cock out while I was shouting at her.

"Girl, you were fucked!" Laura laughed.

"Wasn't I?" Anyway Jerry rolled me over on my stomach and slowly lifted my skirt and pulled my panties off. You won't believe what happened next. 

"Can I guess?" Deidre asked with an amused expression that had everyone, including Katy, laughing hard.

"No, you cannot guess," Katy managed to say after getting herself under control. "I'm going to tell ya'll. He called her back, told her to listen in while he took my cherry. And damned if she didn't. It was all over school the following day, and it wasn't Jerry. He had a reputation for not talking out of turn.

"He told me to stay where I was or he'd spank me."

"Ohhh, don't you just love a good spanking!" Deidre whooped, setting the girls off again. Deidre was a pretty funny girl.

"Well he did," Katy giggled. But I didn't listen to him, and as he described what he was doing to me... and he didn't exaggerate either, I sat up, pulled my underwear back up and pulled down my skirt. I can be a defiant bitch when the mood strikes, you know?

"Hold on," he tells the slut, and grabs me and flips me over his knee. Let me tell you girls, the moment he touched me I started coming. He must have taken ten minutes to get my panties back down. I kept coming, mostly from the anticipation of the spanking to come.

"You still there?" He asks the slut. She's there all right; she wouldn't have left that phone if the house was on fire. "Listen to Katy wail as I spank her good."

Well some twenty smacks later, and they were hard smacks let me tell ya, he began to finger me. I came another fifty times or so it felt so good. It felt especially good whenever he took a moment to rub my beet-red ass too. And all the while he's telling the slut what he's doing and asking her if she's coming, which she was, I'll attest to that."

It took Jerry a while before he realized that I wasn't crying, and that had been his whole purpose. Ha, I fooled the son-of-a-bitch, and it wasn't the last time, either.

Well he started over, spanking me even harder. Of course I kept having one orgasm after the other and here I was with my cherry still in tact. "Hmmm, anyone out there done that?"

Finally I realized I had better turn on the tears or I wouldn't be able to sit down for a week. Damned if he didn't tell me to stay put, he had to take a leak. Well, I couldn't figure out how he was gonna do that with the boner he had trying to rip its way out of those jeans.

All the women were laughing so hard that tears were running down their faces. "Mascara rules!" Natalie had the presence of mind to blurt out.

"Hell no," Ceilia said, "Mascara runs!" Causing another round of joyous laughter.

Katy waited patiently, when the others had composed themselves and finished rubbing their eyes, and coincidentally smearing the mascara even more, she began again.

"Anyway, this time I stayed put. I didn't give a shit about the slut cause I figured by this time she was so jealous of me that she probably had a cucumber rammed up her cunt. Oops, sorry about the language. 

"So, Jerry returns, sees I haven't moved, and says, "See what a good girl you can be, you want to. Then he shows me the rope he had hidden behind his back. My jump rope from a few years earlier. Where he found it I couldn't tell you. But he takes off his leather jacket, rolls up his sleeves and turned me on even more, although how this was possible I couldn't say."

"Finish the damn story, Katy!" Janet yelled, "I'm late for a date with my vibrator!"

Surprisingly, no one laughed at that, a few ladies smiled, but truth be told, most wanted to hear the ending to the story.

"He tied me up. I had dreamed about this happening. And he didn't jump my bones. It was uncanny, I mean, how could he not? Well, what I learned the next day was that he had poked the slut three times before COMING to my house! So, yeah, he was hard, but that didn't mean he HAD to use it. So he teased me, and teased me for the longest time. Finally, I told him my father was due home in fifteen or twenty minutes. He had his cock out on a flash, lifted my legs in the air and slammed into me. Okay, I was a virgin, but I felt nothing as my virginity vanished over the tip of his cock. Nothing. Well, that's not exactly right. I was coming from the get go, didn't stop until twenty minutes after my father got home. I stayed home from school the next day, told my Father I had cramps, he almost ran away from home on hearing those words from my teenaged mouth. There were two reasons: First, I knew the slut would be telling everyone about all the orgasms Jerry gave me. Now, that wasn't so bad. I mean, that meant they'd be envious as hell of me. And in high school, that meant you had real cool status, real cool. Second, and probably the real reason was that I really couldn't walk. Jerry had picked off my cherry and fucked me silly in the process.

"Okay, that does it for me. Next?"

Katy nudged Natalie, who turned beet red as the others cheered her on.

"Yea, Nat!" Janet crowed, "It's about time you told one of your stories."

"I, um ...I don't have much in the way of a history in stuff like this..."

"You're standing, so there must be something," Katy said, knowing full well her new lover wasn't about to confess her bi-sexual adventures with Katy at this stage in their affair.

And so, with a profound slowness; with each word seemingly pulled forcibly from her lips, Natalie recounted her first time (which the reader will undoubtedly recall from Chapter 1) and the embarrassment of having to ride back to her room sans panties, leaving her exposed to the most casual passersby.

There was a silence when poor Natalie finished. Val was debating whether the storytelling had gone to far, and was about to move on to another subject when Ursula Smith, the Second-Grade teacher, jumped to her feet, smoothed the front of her dress, and said, "Um, me, I'll go next!" 

Val breathed a sigh of relief, as for the first time the other women noticed that the small, trim school teacher was not wearing a bra, and from the way her prominent nipples stood out, probably should have.

"Let me say for the record that I'm the smallest woman in the room. I'm 4 foot, seven inches and usually weigh 87' pounds soaking wet. I gotta say I love these stories and hope to hear more of them. But as I'm a kinda compulsive talker...."

Katy interrupted to say, "And who here isn't?"

When the laughter subsided, Ursula began where she left off. "I was a real party girl in my younger days. I loved getting high, hanging out with friends and living out crazy adventures. But it all worked out just fine in the end. 

Well, maybe not. I'm still single, but then I'm only 25.

I know that's a bad attitude for a lot of people and it probably was for me to, but everything worked out in the end. I guess I'm not an addictive personality, unless it comes to having fun. I fell in love with the idea of sex. I started just before my senior Prom, and while it wasn't the best, it was still pretty damn good. I'm not faulting the high school guys, three of them actually, but really, who knows anything about getting laid in high school?" 

"Okay, okay, I graduated and got a job in the office at a car dealership. I guess I wanted to impress all the fast talking, good-looking salesmen around the place so I started going braless occasionally."

Ursula placed her hands on her chest and said, "I have such large nipples that even though I'm pretty flat chested, I'd get looks from all the guys, and with the air-conditioning on full blast most of the year at the dealership, my nipples seemed to be in a state of perpetual hardness. The guys noticed and started joking around and flirting with me and I loved the attention and started going braless more and more.

"It goes without saying that on going to the beach I'd wear the skimpiest thing I could find."

"Don't we all?" Deidre chirped.

"Once again I noticed guys checking me out and I liked that. So of course, one thing led to another and I went further. Some girlfriends and I stopped wearing panties under our skirts when we went out. That felt so sexy, but it was like a drug. We began wearing shorter and shorter skirts. Pretty soon, they were barely covering our asses. It was all such a rush knowing that we were showing off our pussies to complete strangers. There was no avoiding it really, the skirts were that short. We were quite the dangerous little group of girls, braless under thin halter tops and short skirts with no panties.

"Anyway, this one time we were in a local mall and one of my girlfriends dared me to go in and try on some shoes knowing that my pussy would be on display for the sales clerk. My pride caused me to accept the dare and in I went.

"Well, there was this kinda cute older guy working in the shoe store. I tried on 3 or 4 pairs of shoes and the whole time, he's kneeling on the floor in front of me checking out my freshly shaven pussy. I've always kept it the same, almost no hair at all, just a little tuft at the top, so everything was totally on display and the longer I sat there, the juicier I got. It was an incredible rush for me to have this guy checking me out like this. 

I could see my girlfriends out in the main mall getting silly watching while I was doing this. I must've spent 20 minutes in there letting him look at my pussy. When he went to get a pair of shoes in the backroom one time, I spread the lips so that when he came back out, he was looking at my young, open pussy. The poor guy was barely looking at my feet. I was such a terrible tease."

"Did you buy anything?" Katy asked.

"Yeah, I maxed out my credit card and bought three pair. When I got home and tried them on only one pair fit, and I was too embarrassed to return the others."

When she was assured that Ursula was finished with her story, Deidre Kaminski, a shy, attractive brunette in her mid-thirties stood up and said, "Can I tell my story sitting down?"

The women turned to Val, who said, "Certainly. Please ... go on."

"This was about ten years ago. My boyfriend at the time, Lenny, had his college roomie coming to town and I agreed to party with them over the Memorial Day Weekend. We were renting a small apartment at Wrightsville Beach and agreed that his roomie Gary could sleep on the couch for the duration of his visit. Lenny and I would keep the bedroom for ourselves. 

"Lenny and I loved the beach and would usually bring a six-pack of beer for ourselves, and as long as we weren't too boisterous or littering stuff, no one seemed to care, although as you all know, there are rules against that kind of stuff.

"Anyway, I was jumping around in the surf when a wave sent me head over heels and when I popped up gasping for air my bikini top was floating in the water a couple feet away. Gary was fishing it out of the water just as I realized I was topless. 

"Turn away from the beach," he said. I knew he was holding my top and turned away already embarrassed, instinctively trusting in him. He stepped next to me and held the top up to my breasts, hardly touching them. When I had the top in place, he tied the loose ends in a knot and I was as good as new. 

"I don't think anyone saw," he said. I knew better, but thanked him for his chivalrous gesture.

We stayed at the beach until five or so and got a good buzz on from both the beer we'd brought and the weed Gary happened to have with him. Needless to say, the weed, beer and hot sun put me in a horny way, and although I got to nuzzle with my honey for a while, I was far from satisfied when we packed up and headed for the car.

It was decided that I would drive as they were both obviously further zonked than I was. Gary clambered into the backseat and was snoring before I'd driven out of the parking lot. Lenny was nursing a can of beer even after I'd warned him he was begging to get us pulled over. 

I stopped complaining about it when he lit up another joint and handed it to me. "Seems like Gary's wiped out, huh?"

"Yeah," I replied, getting higher each time I took a toke from my joint. "But he's really nice. You know I lost my top in the water and he found it and helped me get it back on without making an issue out of it."




Wilmington Woman's Club Ch. 67



"He didn't grab your tits?"

"No, he didn't. In fact, he had me turn away from the crowded beach so no one could see and he tied the knot so it didn't slip out again."

"How'd he manage all that without grabbing those tits of yours?"

"He might have touched them, but he didn't grab them. He was a gentleman, and that's more than I can say for you."

Lenny laughed and popped open another beer. I slowed the car down, checked the rear-view mirror to see if anyone was near me and said, "Swap with me?"

"Huh?"

"Swap my joint for a sip or two of the beer."

"Oh, sure," and he traded the beer for the joint and I gulped half of the beer down before handing it back to him. True to form, Lenny held onto the joint until it was nothing more than a roach. Only then did he hand it back. It was too small for me to accept while driving and I cursed him out while he finished both the roach and the beer, laughing at me all the while.

Maybe a minute later Lenny started getting frisky. He started rubbing my thigh, and telling me how sexy I looked in my dress. I had changed out of my bikini and donned a sundress. 

"You wearing anything under it?" he asked. I smiled over at him and said, "What do you think?" He laughed again, only this time there was a delicious lewdness to it. 

I glanced in the mirror and saw Gary was still out, and told Lenny not to get fresh. It was like I'd given him a secret password. His hand was sliding along my thigh and reached my pussy in record time. I moaned and opened my legs to give him better access as I drove. His other hand cupped my breast and gave it a squeeze. I moaned again.

I thought I detected a movement in the back and took another look in the mirror. "Lenny as good as this feels, we shouldn't. Gary's back there, I don't want to have him wake up and see what you're doing." 

"Sshhhh," Lenny said soothingly, "Gary's passed out, he'll never know. 

I'm thinking you get hot enough we'll pull over and fuck in the woods or someplace."

"No fucking way! We're maybe ten minutes from the place. We put Gary on the couch and then you can jump my bones." The reality was if he'd insisted I would have done anything he wanted anywhere he wanted. I was one horny bitch.

"Tell it like it is, baby!" Val laughed and waved Deidre on.

Lenny grinned and started unbuttoning my dress for even more access. 

Pretty soon he had it completely open. The wind from having the windows open blew my dress back, revealing me completely to whoever looked our way. 

It was so exciting to be driving almost naked that I was this close to coming as I drove. Then Lenny leaned over and sucked one of my nipples into his mouth while pushing the straps of the dress off my shoulders. The dress dropped down my back so that I was more or less just sitting on the material; otherwise I was completely naked driving down the road. 

With his other hand, he worked another finger into my wet pussy and slowly started to slide them in and out. After just a few seconds he sat back leaning against the passenger door and watched me drive. 

I looked in the mirror again and he was still out cold, he hadn't moved. 

Lenny saw me look and told me not to worry, to enjoy the moment. He started rubbing my pussy again. I moaned quietly as he slid a finger back into me. I was having some trouble concentrating on driving. We came to a red light and I leaned back, closing my eyes to enjoy what the finger was doing down there when I heard a horn. 

Two teenagers were in back of me and the light had turned green. I raised my hand in a kind of wave as they pulled out and passed me. Then I realized that to anyone that close to me I would appear naked. I was right. They saw me, lost control of their car and ran into a telephone pole. 

I stopped long enough to make certain they were all right then took off. Lenny kept his hands off me for the remainder of the trip.

We arrived at our apartment, parked and struggled to get Gary out of the car and into the apartment. We dropped him unceremoniously on the couch and stood back to take a breath. One breast was hanging out of my sundress and I flipped it back inside. Lenny was laughing.

"What's so funny? I asked. I was just realizing that Lenny had let me carry most of Gary's weight from the car into the house and I might have strained a back muscle. 

"His... Gary's dick... look, it's halfway out of his trunks."

I looked. It was. He had an erection and the tip of his dick was protruding from the waistband of his bathing trunks. 

"Wonder what he's dreaming about Dee?" I giggled, and leaned in for a closer look. Men's cocks have always fascinated me.

"I'd love to see you suck on that, Deidre," he said. 

"No way, not a chance" I said, but I was thinking about it. 

"Come on, baby, it's a perfect opportunity. You give such great head; I always wanted to watch you suck someone else's cock. It's one of my fantasies". 

"Yeah and when if he wakes up, what then"? I asked. "No way, so stop begging."

"He's not going to wake up, but if he did, he's so drunk that he'll never remember anything about it. Come on, he'll never know and I think it'd be so awesome to watch you suck his cock. How often does an opportunity like this come up?"

And then he uttered the magical words. "I know you wouldn't do it if he was awake, but this is different." 

"Stop it!" But I took another look at Gary's cock and licked my lips. 

"What if he wakes up while I'm doing it? This is embarrassing. Why do you want to watch anyway? I'd think you'd be jealous to have me giving some other guy head. You know even if he doesn't wake up, he's probably going to come in my mouth, doesn't that bother you?" 

"No, it doesn't... I mean I don't know why it gets me off, it just does." 

I looked down at Gary then back at Lenny. "I'll kill you if he wakes up." 

Lenny grabbed Gary's foot and started to shake it hard, saying, "Wake up Gary, come on buddy, wake up, I gotta tell you something." 

I grabbed his arm and stopped him, "Don't do that you idiot" I said, laughing, "That's just what I need to have wake up and see me next to him naked. You're such a jerk, what're you're thinking." 

"He didn't even budge did he?" Actually he had groaned a little bit, but that was all. 

"Was he really awake? Natalie asked as she bit a fingernail to the quick. Deidre smiled and said, "I'm sorry... Natalie, Is it? I'll tell this at my pace thank you."

"Oh, I'm sorry," Natalie said, and shut up.

Lenny took his cock out and waved it at me. "Look how hard I am from just thinking about it, Dee."

My hands were trembling as I reached over and very gently undid the button at the top of his trunks. I caught the zipper and slowly pulled it down, watching Gary's face for any sign he was waking up. He didn't move a muscle, except for his cock which popped up and into my hand. It was a nice one, with a head about the size of a lemon. I wondered if I could get my mouth around it and paused. 

Lenny was next to my ear, "Go on, do it!" he whispered. I slowly started to stroke his hot dick, checking on him to see if he was waking up and it didn't look like he was. So I leaned forward to kiss the tip of it. I heard Lenny moan and took a quick look at him. The bastard was jerking off!

I wrapped my lips around that huge head and then rolled my tongue around the engorged mushroom for about a minute. Then I took the whole thing into my mouth. Gary arched his hips and gasped. 

I released his cock to look up at his face in horror. His eyes were still closed, but he was breathing a little faster. I looked back at Lenny then finally leaned back over Gary and started again. A moment later I almost bit the tip of his cock off. Lenny, being funny, had just jammed a finger up my hole and was machine-gunning me. 

I started to suck on Gary again, this time I was jerking him off. I was getting so hot from Lenny's fingering me that I was losing control. Gary's hips started to pump as I sucked. I moved my hand down and cupped his balls rolling them around in the sack. 

I pulled his dick out of my mouth, lifted his balls into my mouth and sucked first one then the other. He tasted salty just like the ocean. By this time I was moaning pretty hard and was definitely out of control. I finally released Gary's balls and was just taking the head of his dick back into my mouth when Lenny slid his cock into my throbbing pussy. Gary let out a loud moan as I took all of him into my mouth. I held the base of his cock and started to deep throat him while Lenny fucked me slowly. 

I twisted my head from side to side while I took Gary's cock deep. I had my tongue wrapped around the shaft and I paid special attention to the spot just under the head on the shaft. 

Gary was thrusting his hips to meet my mouth as I moved to swallow him on each down stroke. Gary started to breathe faster; his cock twitched. I took him from my mouth and studied it. The swollen head was an angry purple color. I knew he was close to coming and leaned down to take him into my mouth to finish him off when Lenny told me to stop. 

"Oh baby, this is so cool," Lenny whispered, "I love you so much... does it feel good... what I'm doing to you?" I bit my bottom lip and nodded an emphatic yes, and continued blowing Gary.

"Why don't you climb on top of him and fuck him?" Lenny suggested. 

I opened my eyes in shocked surprise and looked at him. "I...I don't know...." But I was so horny that I wasn't thinking straight. I needed a hot cock in me and the thought of Gary's big knob slicing into me nearly drove me crazy.

"He's not going to wake up, Dee, I swear to God he won't."

"He better not," I said. I was already crawling over him, positioning my knees on either side of his hips facing him then reached around taking Gary's dick and sliding it against my wet pussy. My lips spread, and I started to sit back onto this dick. The head of it was huge, at least to a small girl like me. I loved the feeling of it forcing my outer lips wide apart and then past my smaller inner pussy lips and deep into my body. 

I only took about half of him into me before I started back up again. I know I must've moaned pretty loudly, I had my eyes closed just concentrating on the feel of that big head in my pussy. God, it felt so, so good. Lenny was crouched next to us, his face inches away from Gary's cock as it eased into me.

"Oh baby, this is too wicked," Lenny groaned. I could hear his hand slapping away at his dick as he watched me lower myself back down onto Gary. I could feel what I knew was going to be an incredible orgasm building in my belly. The tremors had already started in my pussy and it would only get more intense until I went over the edge. 

Gary started moaning again as well, I looked down at him, but his eyes were still closed. I moved back up so just the very tip of his dick was spreading my lips and then sat down taking him all the way in. 

Strangely enough; I no longer cared whether he was awake or asleep. I was totally out of control as I moved with him inside of me, building toward the almighty orgasm that was vibrating through my body. Dimly I guess, I realized that Gary wasn't passed out, or even sleeping. I leaned down over him, my breasts in his face and he continued to pump into me. Suddenly, he sucked one of my nipples into his mouth and began to suck hard. I moaned and ran my hands through his hair as he nursed away at me. 

At this point I realized I had been tricked by the two of them. But I was beyond caring, and moaned, "You better make me come!"

At that, Gary put both hands on my ass and began lifting me up and down while moving his head from side to side tugging my swollen nipple as he sucked. A moment later I heard Lenny groan, then felt his sperm landing on my ass and lower back. I thought it the sexiest thing ever, and laughed.

I felt Gary swell up and knew he was ready to come. I whispered how good it felt to have him in me. I was so close to coming, but could control it somewhat now. I slid back down on him slowly. 

When I had him all the way inside of me, I started squeezing his dick with my pussy, and just rotating my hips slightly to let him feel my pussy lips move against his dick. That also felt great on my clit. 

Then I was yelling, "Oh God ... Oh, God... its coming! Yes, yes, don't stop, yes, yes, yes," The rush was so intense, orgasms always are, I suppose, but I had held off so long on this one that it was such an intense release. I rolled my hips so my pulsating pussy was squeezing his entire dick and I felt him tense up. I looked down at him; his face was all scrunched up as he tried to avoid the inevitable. He let out a loud groan and then the hot juice was shooting deep into my belly. 

My orgasm finally subsided, and I lay down against his chest. His dick was still hard and still deep in my pussy. I just lay there getting my breathing back into control. He was pretending to be asleep again but breathing hard as well. I chuckled to myself. Lenny rubbed my back and asked if I was okay. I said I was and sat back up again. The cock in my pussy felt even better. He wasn't going down at all, and when I sat up I buried him all the way into me again. I felt him stir inside me. 

I was about to get off Gary when Lenny croaked, "Turn around so I can see your face while you're fucking him." 

I didn't argue, it was what I wanted, so I just said okay and lifted myself off Gary's boner and turned to face Lenny.

Lenny started to give instructions on what he wanted to see. I didn't really mind. It was such a weird experience anyway. I mean this whole thing was for him anyway. I just happened to be getting off on it too; at least that's what I believed at the time. 

I loved the feel of Gary's big cockhead spreading my lips apart as it slid in. Lenny must've liked that visual too, because he wanted me to raise my hips high enough so that he could see Gary's dick as I sucked it into my pussy. He told me to just fuck the head of the dick. I did it until my legs went weak. Then I leaned forward so I was more or less sitting upright and very slowly rode up and down on Gary with Lenny watching my face reacting to the act itself. 

"Put his hands on your tits, Dee," Lenny cooed. I reached down, took Gary's hands, placed them on my breasts and started to squeeze. After a few seconds he started to pinch and play with my turgid nips. 

I closed my eyes and allowed myself to enjoy the moment. I heard my name being called and realized it was Lenny right next to me. 

"What?" I said through half opened eyelids.

"Suck my dick, baby?"

I repositioned myself, letting Gary do me from behind while Lenny wedged himself onto the couch so that his cock was inches from my mouth. I gobbled him up, swirling my tongue over his all too familiar tool.

Gary sped up his thrusting and I loved it. I think I came twice during this time. Then Lenny broke into my reverie, crying out as he grabbed the back of my head and sent his cock down my gullet. A second later he erupted, spurting his hot seed against the walls of my cheek and throat.

Gary was really into it now, pumping even faster. I started crying because it felt so good. I came again. Gary pulled out of me and waited, and when my orgasm subsided, he jammed that cock back into me and went at it with a vengeance. Of course I came again, rubbing my clit furiously just to help things along.

"Here I come," Gary roared, and did so, sending jet after jet of hot fluid deep into my cunt. When he softened, I rolled away from him and fell to the floor and went to sleep, leaving a pool of drooled saliva and sperm on the couch cushions.

A few hours later we were all awake and drinking and smoking dope. I made them beg, but finally agreed to a double penetration as long as Lenny took my ass. But that's another story, ladies. I'm finished for now."

Val stood on less then steady legs and raised her glass high. "A toast to women: They have such unique powers; they get wet without water, bleed without injury and make boneless things hard."

"To Women!" the others yelled and finished off the last of their drinks.

As they filed out, Val knew the meeting had been even more successful than the first.



Wilmington Woman's Club Ch. 68



Chapter 68
Criminal Minds at Work

Tuskegee Wilson brought it up before anyone else could. "So Marty, when are we going to hit him next?"

"I've been thinking about it," Marty replied. "He's not stupid, by this time he'll have plenty of heat backing up each place we might target. I don't see any sense in getting all shot up when all we're getting... maybe getting, I should say, is part of a week's money run. Let me tell you what I'm thinking," Marty said. "We take out a counting house – big deal. It's what, a week's take from one district? And to do it we risk our lives – worse, we don't hurt the motherfucker. Oh, we piss him off, but that ain't why I'm doing this. I wanna hurt the bastard big time. I want to bring him down."

George Burns nodded and said, "Okay, Marty, how are we gonna do it?"

"I don't know yet. My plan if you can call it a plan, is to wait and watch. Somewhere there's a key to his operation. We find it and he's dead meat."

"How long do we wait?" the hulking man known as Cason asked.

"I don't know. I have some people watching. I mean their watching Gentner and any of his people leaving their operational base. Right now we're following them. I haven't asked any of you to do it because of the possibility that might recognize you."

"They don't know me," Carson said as he cracked his knuckles.

"True enough," Marty admitted, "But Jesus, Carson, one good look at you and they'd make you for what you are... and you don't work for them. So who do you think they'll figure you're with?"

"I see your point," Carson said. "So... we wait."

"And watch," Marty added. What Marty hadn't mentioned was that he had K.C. dating Gentner on occasion and that she had also gotten Marty's permission to use a guy she had known all her life to follow Gentner when he left her place. He was to follow from a distance and note his license plate number, and where he went after leaving her place. No more, no less, and he was not to take any type risk. It was vital that he not be caught following Gentner.

"One more thing," Marty said. "Since we're in a wait and watch mode, I really don't need to keep you holed up here. My thoughts are that you head home and when I'm ready to attack Gentner I'll contact each of you in plenty of time to get back here."

"Sounds good to me," Carson said. "My wife could use a little TLC about now."

Wilson and Burns laughed and Marty grinned.

"It is something to think about," Wilson said after a few ticks of the clock.

"I might have some work waiting for me," Burns offered, "as long as you're sure you don't need us."

"Hey, we'd only start getting on one another's nerves," Marty said, still smiling.

"So, let's get the fuck outta Dodge," Wilson barked, and the others stood up in agreement.

"I need to get laid," Kunz said to general laughter. "I could find something here... but I don't think that's a good idea. So back to Jersey it is."

It took two hours for the group to pack and leave as they had come to Wilmington separately and with the exception of Burns and Kuntz, left the same way.

Marty took a nap after they had all departed, and on waking, called K.C. to make a date for that evening. He learned that she would be working at Dockside Girls, and so arranged to meet her at her apartment after the club had closed at three AM.

*****

When he rang the doorbell, K.C. greeted Marty at the door drying her hair and wearing a terrycloth robe. Without saying much, she directed him to her living room, handed him a rather potent rum and coke, and seated herself upon an overstuffed chair. 

Marty sat opposite her and began sipping the drink, as his eyes became accustomed to the low lighted room, he noticed a mostly-empty glass on the table next to her − evidently she had not waited for him, or there had been someone else in the apartment before he arrived. Although he trusted her, Marty had his guard up, and the Glock he was wearing near his armpit loomed large in his mind.

Not too many words had passed between them; Marty refrained from mentioning the suspect glass and took slow, short sips from his own drink, waiting for K.C. to fill him in on whomever, or whatever was responsible for the third glass.

A long minute passed and K.C. appeared to be getting nervous. 

"Something wrong?" Marty inquired.

"No, nothing's wrong, Marty. I am worried that Conrad might get suspicious. I mean, if that happens he'll probably kill me. That is what he does, isn't it?"

"He has killed people before, or had them killed. I won't lie to you about it. But I can't see anything that would cause him to be overly suspicious of you."

"Overly suspicious. What the hell does that mean?"

"It means he trusts no one. Not even those closest to him. He would consider you suspect just because you're near him. But for the reasons I've mentioned and no other."

In order to change the subject and K.C.'s mood, Marty allowed his hand to glide down her smooth thigh, down to the hem of her robe. His hand slipped under it, moved in between her legs. Sneaked up along the inside of her thigh up till he was at the gusset of her panties.

"Marty...."

He left his hand there. K.C. didn't do anything to stop him, and his fingers moved under the edge of her underwear to glide smoothly along the length of her pussy's lips.

"Marty," she sighed contentedly and pushed her pubis against his invading fingers. 

He took a step back and put himself behind K.C. and pressed his hardon against her ass.

"Yes," she whispered and that was the signal he had been waiting for.

With one swift movement he drew her panties down to her knees; from there gravity took over and they fell to her feet. She took a little step to the side with her left leg and impatiently kicked the panties away, leaving him free access to her pussy.

Almost immediately he sent two fingers into her. K.C. began to purr; her eyes took on a slightly glazed look as his fingers rummaged about in her love nest. He saw that her pussy lips were swollen and glistening with her juices. 

Her eyes fluttered, almost closing from her mounting pleasure.

"Having fun?" He asked with a smile, and brought his fingers to her mouth so that she might sample her nectar.

She opened her mouth in acceptance of his offering and her robe opened exposing her right breast. Marty undid his trousers, freeing his cock which sprang up the moment it was freed.

K.C. smiled at him, and applied a liberal dosage of saliva to her fingertips then brought them brought them to her nipples which she coated slowly and for his benefit, giggling lewdly as she performed the operation.

Marty sank to his knees and took her left nipple into his mouth and sucked hard. K.C. moaned and pulled away only to push him backward until he lay prone on the thick plush carpet. Then with a very deliberate movement, she straddled his face, keeping her pussy tantalizingly out of reach of his mouth and began fingering herself.

From the way she was trembling he was sure she was very near her climax. But K.C. wasn't quite there yet, and dipped her fingers deep; covering them with her secretions then fed them to Marty who cleansed them for her.

Finally, she swung gracefully around, murmuring, "I have to taste your wonderful cock!" and enveloped his organ with furious movements of her mouth and tongue.

For his part, Marty buried his face in her cunt, and with K.C. engulfing his cock in her talented mouth, he started lightly-brushing her outer labia with his tongue and had her pelvis crashing into his face in short order. Trying to control her gyrations, he paid more attention to her clit than any other part of her sexual apparatus and brought her frenzy to a calmer intensity although by no means near normal level for the activity they were engaged in. 

Finally, K.C. moaned and with what may have been a tremendous effort, wrenched her pussy from Marty's mouth and straddled him, hovering just above his saliva covered cock then with her right hand, spread her labia apart and lowered her body until his hard cock entered her dripping wet slit. 

Summoning a control that Marty marveled at, K.C. slowly sank down upon his steely shaft only to rise again just as slowly as she'd sank down on him.

She didn't groan or moan. She didn't utter a syllable, she hardly breathed, her lips parted in a smile and her eyes turned upward as she absorbed his entire length into her vagina.

He wanted to pump away at her, but K.C.'s muscle control kept him mostly in place.

"Isn't it nice?" she whispered hoarsely, "Isn't it nice to fuck like this? Just lay still, baby. Feel how I can jerk you off with my talented pussy?"

"Um, you do seem to have a talent there, K.C." 

Once again he attempted to wrest control from her only to have K.C. bark, "No. Don't move! I want to do it. I want to make us both feel nice."

Marty sighed and relaxed, letting her pussy muscles milk him. She wasn't even moving her hips any longer, and yet he felt himself being drawn ever deeper into her slippery wetness. And she was wet; so wet, in fact that her juices were running out of her and down his thighs as well as hers.

Suddenly K.C. began to tremble. Marty knew she was about to cum for the tremors were followed in rapid succession by her moaning a series of lewd words in his ear as she sought to bring them off together.

It worked. Marty came, discharging rope after rope of sperm into her as she ground herself down upon him mewing contentedly as her climax came and then faded away.

K.C. slumped down on Marty and lay with her body covering his. "Oh, how nice," she whispered, and gave him a sloppy wet kiss before she rolled down off him and stood up. 

Marty looked up at her cunt, saw it flutter open and a foamy string of sperm mixed with pussy juice ran out of it.

"Oops," K.C. giggled, "I think you filled me up!" She reached for her panties and swept them over her pussy and between her legs, wiping the mixture away.

"It won't go down will it?" she said, staring at his still throbbing erection. "Do you think you can manage one more time on the same... erection?"

"I doubt it," he replied with a smile. "I need maybe twenty minutes or so."

"Do we have time for a shower before you have to leave?" she asked hiding her disappointment.

"I think so," he rasped.

"Good, I seem to be covered with your sperm."

"Yeah, well I have more than a little of your juices on me too," he said with a broad smile.

K.C. preceded him into the shower, and he admired her ass as he walked behind her. She must have felt his eyes on her because she turned her head and looked at him over her shoulder.

"Nice ass, isn't it?"

"World class, if you ask me."

"Then next time we can do it back there," she laughed, and he slapped her on the rump as she turned the water on.

*****

An hour later he rolled off K.C. and watched as his semen oozed out of her asshole. 

"You do have the loveliest ass, K.C."

"Flattery, flattery, flattery. I know it's all lies, but I love hearing you say it.

"I'm not making it up, K.C.; you are so tight back there I have a constant struggle not to cum as soon as I'm in there. And that's after dropping a load in you before we took the shower."

"Like I said, flattery, flattery...."

But he could see she was pleased with him, as well as satisfied sexually.

"So... shall we discuss business now that pleasure's out of the way?" he said.

"You mean, Gentner?"

"None other."

"I haven't seen or heard from him since the last time, and that's almost three months now."

"K.C." Marty said, putting his disappointment in each letter of her name.

"But I do have some news about him," she said quickly, somewhat frustrated with the way her surprise was going.

"Do tell, woman," he said, and she preened at the perceived warmth of his voice.

"Star, one of the stripper's at Dockside Doll's, had a date with him last week. The reason I know is he mentioned my name to her and she told me he's going to give me a call."

"That is good news, K.C."

She giggled, and added, "I asked her if she fucked him up the ass and she looked at me as if I were crazy. I think he's gonna call 'cause he wants me to do it."

"That certainly sounds like him. But listen, K.C., be very careful around him. Don't probe, don't ask questions. Just listen. Maybe he'll take a phone call, maybe he'll mention something that sounds useless, but will prove meaningful to me. So listen and remember what you hear. But be careful, he is a dangerous guy."

I will, Marty. Don't worry, I will. Marty?"

"Yeah?"

"He is involved in drugs isn't he?"

"Yeah, K.C., he is, and he has a lot to lose. Remember that at all times. Don't take any chances with him."

*****

Marty left K.C. and decided to walk back to his place. He often walked to help him think knotty problems through. He knew too that he needed an opportunity to relieve some of the pressure that had been building ever since he'd arrived in Wilmington and narrowed the gap between himself and Gentner. 

The opportunity presented itself just after he left a bar with an Irish name on Market Street. He fell into a rolling gait that is the special property of drunks and sailors. Thoroughly alert, Marty saw a movement in a doorway ten or twelve yards ahead of him, but he kept on walking, and when the man came out of the doorway with a knife in his hand, he knew he'd been looking for him since leaving K.C.'s place.

"Come on, come on, gimme your money," the man said threateningly.

He wasn't a junkie. Most people think these muggers are junkies, but they're not. Junkies break into apartments when nobody's home and take computers and television sets; they look for small things they can turn into quick cash, but they are desperate and will harm one if threatened with capture simply because it means deprivation of their drugs. 

On the other hand, not one mugger out of five has real balls. The other four do it because it beats working, or they can't find work. And it lets them know how tough they are.

He made sure Marty could see the knife blade. They were in the shadows, but the blade still caught a little light and flashed wickedly at Marty. It was a knife mainly used for gutting fish, long and menacingly sharp. 

"Just take it easy," Marty said.

"Let's see that fucking money."

"Sure," Marty said. "Just take it easy with the knife. Knives make me nervous."

Marty supposed the man was about twenty or twenty-two. He'd had a fierce case of acne not too many years ago, and his cheeks and chin were pitted. Marty moved toward his inside breast pocket but ignored the Glock resting comfortably under his armpit, and shouted, "Fuck you, Gentner!" 

Then in an easy, rolling motion, dropped one shoulder, pivoted on his right heel, and kicked the mugger's wrist with his left foot.

The knife sailed out of his hand.

The mugger went for it and that was a mistake because it landed behind him and he had to scramble for it. He should have done one of two things. He should have come straight at Marty, or he should have turned and run away. But he went for the knife and that was definitely the wrong thing to do. 

He never got within ten feet of it. He was off balance and scrambling, and Marty got a hand on his shoulder and spun him like a top. Marty threw a right, his hand open, and caught him under the nose. He yelped and put both hands to his face, and Marty hit him three or four times in the belly. When he folded up, Marty cupped his hands on the back of his head and brought a knee up while bringing his head down.

The impact was solid. Marty let go of him, and the mugger stood in a dazed crouch, legs bent at right angles at the knees. His body didn't know whether to straighten up or fall down. 

Marty took his chin in his hand, and quietly said, "That was for Gloria," and shoved him away, sending him sprawling on his back where he remained.

Marty found a thick roll of bills in the right hand pocket of his jeans. It was just over two hundred dollars. He hadn't been in need of a fix, nor was he looking for enough money to buy milk and bread for his family. Marty tucked a dollar bill back into his pocket and kept the rest for himself while the man lay there without moving. 

Marty got down on one knee and picked up his right hand in his left hand and put his face close to the mugger's.

The mugger's eyes were wide and he was frightened. Marty wanted him to be frightened; wanted him to know just what fear was and just how it felt.

"Listen to me," Marty said tersely. "These are tough streets, and you ain't hard enough or tough enough. You better get a straight job because you can't make it out here doing this shit. You're too soft for it. Up to now it's been easy pickings for you, but you pick a guy like me and it all turns to shit, or worse. 

"Now I'm gonna show you how."

Marty took the hand and bent the fingers back one at a time until they broke. Just four fingers. He left the thumb alone. The mugger didn't scream or anything. It's highly probable the terror he felt blocked the pain.

Marty took the knife with him and dropped it in a sewer on the next block. He walked another block, saw a cab and hailed it. No sense it walking into one of Gentner's crew, he thought, and hummed a song he'd heard at K.C.'s earlier that evening. He felt better than he had for quite some time, for he thought this event was a prelude to his eventual confrontation with Gentner.



Wilmington Woman's Club Ch. 69



Chapter 69 
Desoto Lines Up Talent for Val

Private Investigator Thomas Alva Desoto hung up the phone and smiled broadly. Fucking perfect! He thought. Valerie Marcolina would probably suck his dick when he told her what was on the plate for one of her meetings.

He had learned of a certain professor at UNCG who had a specialty that involved his seducing coeds — not all that unusual on a college campus, but this guy had taken seduction to another level — he had the young women performing before small audiences and filmed the proceedings for sales to certain collectors but not for general distribution. 

Desoto followed the professor into the TGIF's restaurant, and sat two stools away from him at the bar. Desoto waited until the professor placed his order then waited a little longer in the event someone was going to join the man he had under surveillance. 

When no one did, Desoto shifted his lean frame to the seat beside the professor. "Hello, Mr. Blake," he said, startling the professor.

"Have we met?" Blake asked pointedly. 

"No."

"Oh, but you know my name?"

"You are a professor at the college are you not?"

"I am."

"Professor Blake, my name is Thomas Desoto. I'm a private investigator."

Desoto noted Blake stiffen at the last, and decided to press the attack. "You have a ... shall we say... thing with certain female students that I'd like to discuss with you."

He had Blake's full attention.

"I'm not here to arrest you, nor do I wish to harm you in any way. In fact, I have an offer."

"An offer?"

"Yes, professor, I have a client who would be interested in having you put on one of your performances for her and some friends."

"Do you, now?"

"Yes, and it pays well."

"Let me see if I understand you. You say I have a... thing with certain students."

"Female students."

Blake went on as if Desoto hadn't uttered a word. "And you want me to put on some kind of performance for some female client of yours?"

"That is correct, sir."

"For a substantial sum of money. Is that correct?"

Desoto realized the Professor wasn't buying and tried to turn him back on course. "Professor, I'm not threatening you. I'm merely offering you a proposition."

"A proposition? I think I had better call the police. Or are you the police, Desoto?"

"I assure you I'm not the police. I am as I said a private investigator." He slid his business card across the bar to the professor.

"Who's the woman?"

"I can't tell you that without consulting her."

"Consult away," the professor said. "Until then, leave me alone."

*****

Ten minutes later, Desoto was telling Val about the meeting and how he had learned of the professor's sexual proclivities with the students.

"I'll meet with him. Can you get back with him tonight?"

If he's still at the bar. I'll check and get right back to you."

"Do that, and thanks. This sounds intriguing.

It took an hour, but the three of them wound up sitting in Val's Mercedes in a darkened corner of TGIF's parking lot.

Val took control from the start. "My name is Valerie Marcolina. Do you recognize the name?"

Dorian Blake was no fool and said, "I recognize it. Am I to take it that you are Mrs. Joseph Marcolina?"

"I am. I have formed a little club, Mr. Blake, or do you prefer being called Professor Blake?"

"Please, call me Dorian," he said smoothly. He was attracted to the lithe brunette sitting next to him. Desoto sat in the back, smoking a cigarette.

"Dorian, then," Val said, "my club is just getting off the ground. It will involve sex, Dorian. A great deal of sex for me and the members, all of whom are female. I am willing to pay handsomely for certain services that may entertain the members of the club. Is that sufficient information for you?"

"I am very fond of money, Mrs. Marcolina. Let's talk about risk."

"Risk?"

"Yes, my proclivities involve a certain degree of risk. My career as it is would be over with should these acts become known. You ask that I perform before your members, fine and good. But what if one or more should for whatever reason, become disenchanted with you and or the club and go to the authorities. District Attorneys use such cases to rise politically. No amount of clout can curtail them when they smell blood, Mrs. Marcolina."

"What if the District Attorney's wife were a member, Dorian?"

"Then I would be suitably impressed, Mrs. Marcolina. Is that the case?"

"It is on my agenda. I'll be approaching her tomorrow."

"Assuming you inveigle her to join, what kind of money are we talking about?"

"Exactly what kind of show are you providing?"

"Touché, Mrs. Marcolina. As a matter of fact, I have something in the works for this weekend."

"Can you make it Friday night?"

"Why not?"

"So what are you offering? I'd like to know in order to establish a dollar value to it."

Dorian smiled and said, "Earlier this evening a young woman came calling. She told me, and I quote: 'I can't stop thinking about what you did to me. I really, really enjoyed it.'

"The truth was she wanted to watch the tape we'd made last weekend. Of course, I knew why she had come. I had already established a set of rules for her to comply with, and so while she — her name is Zara — leaned over the coffee table, I put the DVD of the event on.

I positioned myself behind her... does this type conversation embarrass you, Mrs. Marcolina?"

"No, not at all. Please continue." She glanced in the rear-view mirror and caught Desoto rearranging his slacks, and smiled.

"Zara wore sweatpants. A convenience in that she was already prepared to have a nice little fuck. On the screen I was in the process of cutting her clothing off. A cheap and well used sweat suit she had been told to wear for the occasion.

"I pulled her sweatpants down to her ankles and finding her quite wet, entered her. Zara was almost totally engrossed with the goings on on the screen. 

"Remember how nervous you were, Zara?" I asked her.

"Uh-huh!" she replied dully, already engrossed in the goings on before her, and quite possibly what I was up too behind her.

"I was fucking her twice: once in her mind; from the visual presented her by the eroticism on the screen; and again by my actual penetration. On the screen she could see herself standing completely naked with her arms bound behind her and her long slender body filling the picture on the screen. As I fucked her we both heard her recorded voice chanting, 'My body belongs to him. He can do whatever he wants to it.' When she began to repeat the chant — I'm speaking real time now, I gave her a good smack on the ass, and unable to control herself, Zara came hard, knowing that it was all too true."

"Is that where you left it?" Val asked, thinking she already had the answer.

"Um, we stayed together and I played with her tits as we watched her orgasm on screen. I caressed her face and neck as she swallowed my ejaculate on screen. And I told her she was free to come back anytime to watch it with me."

Desoto spoke for the first time since entering the Mercedes, "Will she willingly perform for Mrs. Marcolina?"

"I think for the right amount I can bring three girls and another gentleman besides myself. I can have them do any number of things. Is that suitable for your tastes?"

"Friday night, downtown. You know the little stage they put plays on? It's on Front Street. I can't recall the name."

"I know exactly where you mean," Dorian said. 

"Fine. How does $4000 sound?" Val said.

"The monies good, but what about security and more importantly, maintaining secrecy with respect to our identities. Someone may recognize one or more of my performers. I will wear a hood and mask."

"Well, anything is possible, but I don't see any of the members letting the cat out of the bag, so to speak. They all have a lot to lose themselves. These are respectable women. Some married, some not, but all have professional careers to think of. I think it's safe to say they won't reveal anyone's identity. Now as to whether they tell someone else about what they've seen... I guess they will. It sounds to hot to contain in that regard. But that will only attract more women to the club."

"I'm sure it will," the professor said, accepting Val's assurances of confidentiality.

*****

After the professor left, Val gave Desoto $550 for his services and asked him to have the man who fellated himself show up on Friday as well.

"Consider it done," Desoto said. Then as he was opening the door to let himself out, he asked, "Is there any chance that I might be able to attend one of these performances?"

Val smiled and said, "There might be a time and a place for you Thomas. The question is will you be up for it?"

Desoto understood exactly what she meant and slowly took his penis out and stroked it until fully erect.

"Am I up for it, Mrs. Marcolina?"

"Come in here; sit next to me, Thomas."

Desoto joined her in the front seat and without another word Val lowered her head to his crotch, opened her sexy mouth and licked the head of his rampant cock while looking into his eyes.

At first, Desoto sat there in a daze, moaning with the pleasure, playing with Val's breasts, eyes shut and head lolled back; the very picture of a man who has just entered nirvana.

Val was sizzling hot. Desoto was a good looking man and she had not had much in the way of sex since catching Joe with his bimbo, and now that he was fucking Bernie too Val would never let him near her again. Returning to the moment, she realized she was really enjoying giving him a good suck and a hand-job, and how hot and hard he was. 

Just then, Desoto's eyes snapped open. "Oh, God, I'm going to come!"

She gripped his cock harder, squeezing it as hard as she could and jerked even faster. Her shoulder ached, but she ignored it. Desoto moaned wordlessly, his body went rigid, and he lifted up off the seat, thrusting into Val's hungry mouth.

She stayed with him, sucking hard and swallowing the load that he was splattering against the roof of her mouth. She kept stroking, milking his cock even as he started to get soft. Val took him from her mouth and examined him close-up. She was looking for more of his sperm but saw none and slipped him back into her mouth and resumed sucking him although he was rapidly becoming flaccid.

Eventually he fell from her mouth and she grabbed him and inspected him once again; this time she spotted a drop of semen oozing from the tip and her tongue leapt out and captured the tiny amount and she moaned happily as she swallowed the last traces of his seed.

"Ooooh, Desoto, I never thought you had it like this! God, I should have gotten a piece of you sooner. Call me tomorrow morning. I want to see just how well you move that ass of yours."

"Should I reserve a room at the Hilton?" he asked. 

"Do that, I'll join you at noon."

********

At precisely noon the following day, Professor Blake knocked on Zara's apartment door. He was more than pleased when her roommate, Christy answered the knock and opened the door for him to come in.

"When is your next class, or should I say, classes?"

"Mine's at one, Professor Blake," Christy chirped, and giggled knowingly.

"Three," was all Zara had to say, but there was a glint in her eye that hadn't been there before he knocked on the door.

"So, Christy, what did you like about the party last weekend?"

"What makes you think I liked it?" the curly haired blonde shot back.

"You stayed until the end, for one," Blake answered, and watched her for any give-away signals he might use against her.

Embarrassed by his stare and what she was actually thinking, Christy blushed. "I guess I liked it," she said after a brief hesitation.

Sensing she had opened the door, Blake pushed on, "You liked it. Liked it enough to stay to the end. From my vantage point — while I was fucking sweet Zara here — I'd say you were pretty damned well turned on by it all. Is it possible, is it remotely conceivable, that you were wishing it was you taking it from behind; taking it from the fellow whose name I picked out of the fishbowl to fuck her after I'd finished with the camera's still rolling?"

"She told me she came watching us," Zara volunteered, avoiding the sharp glance Christy gave her.

Dorian smiled, "Did she? Did you, Christy? Did you come just from watching us?"

Christy found herself looking down at the floor. "Christy, I expect an answer. Did you, or didn't you?"

"Yeah... I told her that," she reluctantly admitted.

"Would you have liked to switch places with Zara?"

"I... are you crazy?" She couldn't bring herself to admit to that, no matter how true it was.

"Am I? You've admitted what we were doing got you off...."

Christy lost it and turning toward Zara, screamed, "Zara you bitch! You're a cunt, telling him everything!"

"Hey!" Zara called out, ready to deny the whole thing, but having second thoughts on realizing the professor wouldn't appreciate her doing so.

Dorian interrupted them, "Let's cut the crap, girls shall we?"

Both girls gave him their undivided attention.

"There's another party this Friday with an even bigger audience. Zara's already in." This was a surprise to Zara, but she said nothing. "Christy, I want you to participate too."

"I don't know...." 

"Yes you do. You want in. You want to feel all those eyes on you as you get so fucked you can't walk straight afterward."

"I...."

"Say yes, you know you want too." Christy shook her head, clearly indicating she did not want to participate.

"Zara, I want you to put your hand down Christy's sweats. Tell me if she's wet from all this talk about Friday night." Christy just stood there while Zara shoved a hand down her sweats and poked around in her cunt. "Very wet, Dorian."

"Come over here, Christy."

"I can't...." But she was already moving toward him. He buried his hand in her bottoms, gave a light tug on her pubic hair and sent a finger into her. Christy sobbed, laid her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes waiting for whatever came next.

"Open sesame," Dorian cooed in her ear and Christy automatically opened her legs to allow his fingers more leeway between her thighs. When his second finger entered her, she relaxed; there was no use trying to hide her true feelings anymore.

Dorian rubbed her neck with his free hand then he whispered into her ear, "Just show up with Zara, I guarantee you'll have fun." 

Christy shuddered as his fingers rotated along the walls of her slick vagina.

She tilted her head backwards. She wanted him, right here, right now, on the filthy, stained couch. She squirmed as his finger slid past her clit when he pulled his hand out of her shorts and stood, walking to the door. She sank to the floor, ready to be taken.

"I'll take that as a yes. See you both Friday. I'll come by and drive you to the party." He was whistling an aria from Wagner's Gotterdammerung, his favorite opera, as he walked out the door.

Unable to face her roommate, Christy cried out, "Zara how could you?" and ran to the bathroom, slammed the door and masturbated to a rousing climax.

****

At five after six that evening, Dorian waved to a smart looking couple as they entered the pub where he sat enjoying a German lager.

Rene' and Jessie made their way to his table and sat down, Rene' to his left, Jessie to his right.

"I'm pissed at you Professor," Jessie said as he ran a hand through his thick brown hair.

"And why would that be?" Dorian inquired, although he knew the reason.

"That special 'partay'," Jesse said, putting an emphasis on the second syllable of "party." 

"Special party?" Dorian said feigning ignorance.

Rene' jumped in. Dorian knew she would. It was as if he had written a play and they were players reciting his lines. "Yes, a very special party. You even filmed it."

"Where on earth did you hear this?"

"It's all over the campus," Rene' said quickly. It was clear that she was excited and wanted to discuss the event at length. Dorian capitulated, saying, "It wasn't my 'partay', as you put it. It was Zara's."

While the couple digested this piece of information, Dorian took the opportunity to examine Rene'. With her long, dark hair and slim figure, Rene' was easily one of the most attractive women on campus, even if she was almost completely flat chested.

"Is it too much to hope for that ... Zara will be having another 'partay' soon?"

Dorian felt Rene's hand on his thigh, and placed his hand on hers, moving it upward some six inches until it touched his rapidly growing erection.

She gave him her biggest smile. He returned it with one of his own. Jesse had no idea what was going on.

"Tell me, Jessie, just what do you think went on at the 'partay' as you put it that has the two of you in a dither?"

Rene' took hold of his cock at this and squeezed. Dorian realized she wouldn't be doing this if Jesse didn't want her too. He relaxed and smiled at Jesse. 

"Word is you fucked her in front of a small crowd, and then turned her over to Hank Borgous."

"Did you, Dorian?" Rene' asked, the innocent expression on her face belying the fact that she was jerking him off.

"Let me ask you a question, Rene'. Were it possible, would you have exchanged places with Zara?"

"What...?" She stammered and released his cock.

"It's a simple question. Don't you agree, Jesse?"

"Sure. It is a simple question. I think you should answer the man, René, sweetie."

"Well... it all sounds so hot... and, I guess I would have."

"There are certain situations where old René here would fuck like a cat on a hot tin roof," Jesse laughed.

"Jesse!" she exclaimed, clearly embarrassed by the turn of events.

"I'm glad to hear you say it, René. Jesse, there is another 'partay' this Friday. Consider yourself invited. Be sure to bring René, she'll be one of the featured stars."

"Damn!" Jesse said. He was awed by the possibilities he saw ahead of them.

Dorian looked over to René. "How about it?"

"Are you totally serious?" she asked, turning to Jesse. Jesse ignored her. "Don't worry, Dorian, she'll do it. I promise."

As Dorian looked back to René, he noticed she had an odd look on her face. "So what do you think? Would you be willing to do it?"

"If he says so," she replied quietly.

*****

An hour later, René was licking the underside of Jesse's cock. "Good girl," he hissed as she did that thing that always drove him crazy. Several minutes later, she took him from her mouth and stroked him as she looked up at him. "You really want me to do it, don't you?"

"You said you would."

René edged forward, positioning herself above him, ready to sit on his bobbing erection. "And you know I always will." She lowered herself onto him, feeling him fill her up. "You know I grabbed his dick like you wanted me too."

"You're a good girl, René."

"So tell me, why does it turn you on so much?"

"I've always dreamed of watching you get fucked. I guess I'm just a bit of a voyeur."

She could see how turned on he was. She lived for that feeling, knowing how much he was enjoying himself, and that she was the one who was giving him that gift. Pumping hard, she slammed his dick deep into her, again and again. 

"Then imagine Dorian here now, fucking me, because you'll be seeing it soon. If that's what you want, I'll do it. My body is yours to use as you wish." 

Thrilled by her words, he exploded inside her.

*****

Zara was day dreaming. Actually, she was recalling how she'd met Dorian. Her midterm had been approaching and she had no idea how she was going to pass. English had always been her best subject in high school; but this semester she had worked her ass off to no avail. She knew the reason; it was all his fault. The 'he' was Professor Blake, whose voice alone turned Zara into a jittery flustered wet mess. God only knows how many times she had stumbled out of his class and run to the bathroom to masturbate. 




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What confused her was that she alone seemed unable to breeze through what was considered to be an easy class to score an 'A'.

She thought mournfully that even the vacuous slut in class always seemed to have the right answer to his questions when called upon, while she would sputter and stutter, usually giving the wrong answer. It had remained a mystery to her until the afternoon she overheard the girls talking outside her stall where she was as usual, masturbating while thinking of the professor. 

"I only had to suck him and his friend off twice," a familiar female voice said.

"He promised me an 'A' if I let him put it up my ass," the other said, and giggled. "He's like a rock star, so why wouldn't I?"

"I know two other girls who swear he fucked them all night long. He has something he rubs on his dick; I don't know, they said it delays his coming."

"Whoa, I'm all for that. He made me cum and cum the other night. I can't believe it, one orgasm after another and he gives out an 'A' to boot."

"And Professor Blake is so hung, too."

"Isn't he, though? I hope he asks me over again. I'll do anything he wants."

Zara was stunned. She wanted him so much she couldn't think straight and these sluts —and they were sluts — were acing the course while she was failing.

She had made up her mind before she'd pulled her jeans up and zipped them. 

She approached the professor later that afternoon, after class and when she had an opportunity to discuss the 'situation' with him in private.

Two nights later they had made 'the movie'.

*******

The knock at the door late that evening brought Zara back to the present. She opened the door to find Dorian standing there with a smile on his face. "Hey, Dorian, what's happening?"

"We have some additional players, Zara."

"Really? Anyone I know?"

"René and Jesse. You do know them, right?"

"Yeah, I do. I... I've never done it with a girl before. I don't know if I can."

"You can, and you will, but maybe you won't Friday."

"Oh, I'm supposed to fuck, Jesse, huh?"

"When I get you going, you'll do anything, and you know it, Zara."

She blushed. "You're probably right. See you Friday, then."

"Tell Christy. I think she'll like eating René out."

Zara snickered at the thought. "Yeah, I might get a kick out of watching that."

"Your next class at one?"

"Yeah, why?"

"I think we have time enough for a quickie. Get naked, baby."

She had already peeled off her top and was stepping out of her sweat pants. 

"Let's use the bed. It needs clean sheets, but it's better than the couch.



Wilmington Woman's Club Ch. 70



Chapter 69
Katy Meets Conrad

Wednesday night, nine-thirty, and Katy was dressed in one of her two bar outfits. This one a red spandex dress, hem at mid-thigh. It was so tight she looked as if she'd been dipped in warm blood. To the dress she had added black boots and earrings made of green stones that clicked when she turned her head.

The country band was finishing a set when she walked into the lounge at the Blockade Runner on the ocean in Wrightsville Beach with her two best friends, which some people still call tits.

As she made her way across the empty dance floor heads turned, and male voices fell into that low rumbling sex warble men used when sizing up a good looking woman. To Katy it sounded like they were coming to rather favorable conclusions about her and her outfit.

She walked the length of the bar until she came to two men sitting at the bar with an empty stool between them. Politely, she asked if the stool was taken. Both men promptly made room for her. Katy quickly dismissed the one on her left as too coarse for her tastes. The one to her right appeared to be a decent enough prospect. After all, all Katy wanted was to get properly laid. Invariably, she needed a hard cock in her after spending a day or two making love to another woman. And while Natalie had certainly gotten her off, ever since her first relationship with a woman, she had always had an overwhelming desire to have a nice dick between her legs by the following night.

Katy perched herself up on the wooden stool, looked across at her reflection in the mirrors behind the bar and snapped her head to the right, clicking the green stones hanging from her ears. The lady bartender eased in front of her, gave the two men an eye roll, and then asked to see Katy's ID.

"Hey, thanks," Katy said with a broad grin. "I'm thirty years old."

"I need to look at it, honey."

"You show me yours and I'll show you mine," Katy replied, turning the grin into a wide smile.

"Yeah, said the male Katy had already rejected, "Let's see yours, Daisy."

The bartender held her hand out for the identification, so Katy reached into her purse, and produced her driver's license. After scrutinizing the license for longer than necessary, Daisy asked what Katy wanted to have. 

"Whatever he's drinking," she said, pointing to the man to her right.

"Whoa," said the man to her left, "I done struck out already," and he farted deliberately.

"Now that wasn't nice," the other man said.

"Tough shit," the other responded.

"No fighting in here, guys," Daisy worriedly called out, already thinking of the potential damage the two could cause.

"Wait right here," the man to the right of Katy said to her; getting up and grabbing the other man by his wrist, and twisting it behind his back.

"Ow!" He bellowed, even as the aggressive man moved him quickly and efficiently to the side entrance, and then out into the parking lot.

"I think you just set the record," the bartender said to Katy, feeling relief over not having to contend with a brawl so early in the evening.

"What do you mean?" Katy asked.

"You're only in the place ... what, maybe a minute and the guys are fighting over you."

"Must be the dress," Katy said, picking up her drink, a scotch and soda.

The bartender laughed. "I guess. I wore something that tight ... no offense, now, but a dress that tight I'd expect to be getting laid for sure."

"Those are my expectations, but don't tell the guys, eh."

Both women laughed, and Daisy refilled Katy's drink, and after patting her affectionately on the arm, said, "That one's on the house."

Just then the side door opened and the man Katy had picked sauntered back into the lounge.

"Any trouble?" Katy inquired innocently.

"No, did you expect any?"

"I wasn't sure. After you led him out, I didn't think you'd be the one with a problem." She looked up at him over the rim of her glass.

"Conrad Gentner," he said. "Friends call me Rad."

"For Radical?"

He laughed, and his eyes took in her body under the skintight material.

"No, but that's a good one, I'll have to remember it. Actually it's short for Conrad."

"I don't think I've ever met a Conrad before. Oh, my name's Katy, Katy Dide. And, please, no stupid remarks on the name. My parents punished me enough, thank you."

Katy could see the heat growing in his eyes as he all but devoured her. She let her mouth come open a crack. Moved her tongue around inside her mouth just a little, exploring her teeth. Conrad adjusted his breathing.

"Um, you from around here?"

"Yes," she said, "Born and raised here."

"I haven't seen you here before."

"Till tonight I hadn't sunk this low."

Conrad smiled, and Katy smiled back.

"You do anything to that guy?"

"I did, as a matter of fact."

Katy hummed her appreciation. "Hurt him bad?"

"He needs to get his ass to a dentist," Conrad said calmly.

Katy laughed. "Hurt your hand?"

"Not so's you'd notice," he replied, holding up his right hand for her examination. It had slight scratches across the knuckles, nothing serious.

"So what kinda things do you enjoy, Rad?"

Conrad dropped his hand to her knee.

Katy placed her hand on his and moved it up her thigh.

"I asked you a question, Rad."

"I like lots of things," he said, and forgot about offering her a taste of the cocaine back in his hotel room, thinking he wouldn't need it with this hot number.

"Name one."

He took a long sip of his scotch; brought his voice down low. "Something I do to her, or maybe something she does to me." It wasn't a question, but a statement.

"Maybe something she does for you." Katy gave him her lewdest grin, and added, "Something none of the other girls will do for you."

"You want me to pay you?" he asked, the irritation of doing so obvious in the timbre of his voice.

"No, no, Rad," Katy protested, drawing in a patient breath. "Are you that hard up, you'd be willing to pay someone?"

"I haven't paid for it since I was twenty. And that was a mistake," Even in the dim lighting, Katy noted his face and neck glowing red in anger.

"So tell me, Rad, what do you want Miss Hypothetical to do?"

He swallowed; looked around to see where Daisy, the bartender was. Finding her at the other end of the bar engaged in conversation with another customer, he turned back to Katy, and through half-slitted eyes, husked, "She could put her finger ... you know ... wiggle it around some."

Katy studied him for a moment. Conrad began to get nervous. He now began to worry that sharing such information had made him vulnerable. 'But Jesus,' he thought, 'this broad had him hotter then any woman in memory.'

"So, you want a finger ... up your ass? That about right?"

He swallowed, found his throat was dry. "If you're fucking with me ...." 

"But I'm not, Rad, baby, I'm deadly serious."

"You'd better not ...."

"Touch me, Rad. See if I'm wearing any underwear."

Slowly, Conrad sent his hand under the tight dress. The bulge of his hand under the tight material could easily have been mistaken for an erection. Reaching the junction between her thighs, he found her true to her word. She wore nothing beneath the tight red sheath. 

He sent a finger into her wetness.

"You've got a nice touch, Rad," Katy said, huskily, as she slid a finger back and forth between the fingers of his hand on the bar. "Why don't we get out of here? My place is only five blocks away."

****

The door banged open against the bedroom wall, and Katy found herself being hoisted against its hard wood. She wrapped her legs around Conrad, her tight red dress already up around her waist, as they kissed with uninhibited abandon.

He pushed harder against her, opened her thighs and pressed his dick into her. He cupped her panty-less ass in his rough palms and squeezed. The sensation thrilled her, and she kissed him deeper, as her heart continued to hammer wildly.

Suddenly, he lifted her up and whirled her toward the bed, and Katy squealed delightedly, clinging tightly to his shoulders. 

"You like?"

"Damn, yes, I like!" She replied as she fell backward onto the soft white comforter, opening her arms like a snow angel's. Conrad stood between her knees at the end of the bed, laughing and breathing hard. He had all but carried her from the car and up the flight of stairs to her apartment. He unbuttoned his shirt and let it drop. A dim light from the hall just outside the bedroom window silhouetted the muscles in his shoulders and back.

Katy couldn't wait any longer; and with great effort, wrenched the tight fitting spandex dress over her head, wriggled free of it, letting it fall to the floor next to his shirt. Conrad's belt buckle jingled, the leather belt flipped to the side, and as soon as Katy saw him unzipping his slacks, she reached for him.

"Oh, Rad, you've got a nice one," she whispered a second before she began rubbing it against her face.

"You've got a great body, Katy," he said, using his arm to wipe some spittle from his mouth as he peered down at her.

"I could say the same for you," she replied. Her lust for him was evident in her tone. Her large nipples stood straight out from her breasts. They were almost as thick as his little finger; and both of them wanted them in his mouth. 

He lowered his mouth to the nearest one and sucked it slowly, softly into his mouth.

Katy threw her head back and a rush of breath escaped her throat even as her nipple thickened a little more. She thought he'd never leave her tits alone; didn't want him to leave them, but knew even more pleasure lay elsewhere. And so, when he abandoned them to lick her navel, she didn't complain, but urged him lower with her hands.

Conrad found himself staring at her cunt. It was a little different from most in that this one had almost no lips hanging out; just a sort of swelling that opened up. And the opening already had droplets of her excitement trickling along the ravine of her ass. 

She had not bothered to trim the brown pubic hair. Two thin, wrinkled flaps framed the entrance. The opening was just that, a narrow slit, Conrad placed his hands on either side of Katy's inner thighs, drew them outward so her pussy opened even more. He took a deep breath and inhaled the fragrance of her.

Katy shuddered. He was going to be good. Maybe even a great lay. She plucked at a nipple and moaned, for at the same time, Conrad's mouth closed down upon her clit and sucked. And when his tongue lashed the pea-sized pleasure point, Katy moaned indecipherable words, or at least, he couldn't hear them for her thighs had slammed shut around his ears, and her hips jerked spasmodically while she reaped the benefits of his mouth on her.

Conrad lost himself in her cunt. She was about as juicy a woman as he'd ever tasted. But just as he was readying himself to tongue her clit and finger her to an orgasm, Katy grabbed him by the hair and pulled his face away. 

"What the fuck!" he sputtered.

"Sorry, I know you were getting your jollies eating me out. And you were doing a bang up job of it. But I want to get laid, Rad. Really I do. I had a woman eat me out through next Saturday last night. Now I want... check that. I need to get good and laid. Are you up for it?"

She didn't give him time to think about it; seizing his cock in one hand, she brought it to her entrance and stuffed him inside.

"Let's ride, cowboy!" she hooted a second before throwing her hips into gear and absorbing more than half of his mast. Conrad was a fast study, and didn't take more than a few seconds to get up to speed. That meant bottoming out in her well lubricated snatch, while she wiggled her hips up and down causing his cock to rub against as much as possible of her slippery cunt.

Conrad laughed and this surprised Katy. "Something funny?" she inquired.

"Yeah," he responded with a gasp. "Your twat's tighter than I thought it would be; a lot tighter."

"I'll take that as a compliment, now fuck me, and make it good!"

"You're a demanding bitch, ain't you?"

"I guess. Want a refund?"

"No. I'm going to fuck your brains out."

"A girl can't ask for more than that, Cowboy, let's get her going!"

Conrad began to slam it to her, first placing both her legs on his shoulders, and then kneeling between her legs. He was proud of his stamina in this regard, and slammed it into her for over a minute before slowing to catch his breath.

"Oh, my god, I'm so hot! Oh, yes, don't cum yet, wait . . . wait, I've got so much coming!"

"I can hold off a while, baby," he rasped. But he was tiring and went to long, slow thrusts.

"I'm gonna cum! Oh, yeah... Feel me!"

And he did. Katy's twat danced around his cock, spasming with each successive orgasm. Conrad held himself still, letting Katy do all the work, only thrusting when she slowed to an occasional squeeze of her tight cunt. And when she began to tire, she resorted to using the muscles of her cunt to milk him to a sensational cum that he would remember the rest of his life.

Conrad collapsed on top of her and lay there panting. He kissed the nook between her throat and her shoulder. Her hand returned the compliment, stroking his hair as they enjoyed the aftermath of their short, but intense fuck.

A few minutes later, Katy stirred and asked, "You, um ... you aren't one of them one and done guys are you, Rad?"

"I thought in all the excitement you forgot my name," he said with a smile.

"No, it's Conrad. Conrad Gentner, Rad for short, right?"

Right, but why call me Cowboy in the middle of our..."

"Our fuck?"

"Yeah, our fuck."

"I guess in the heat of the moment..."

"And there was plenty of that," he said interrupting.

"... I wanted you to ride me hard, and Cowboy's do that."

"Well look at what's come up?" he quipped, pointing to his new found erection.

"I want more," she whispered. "Don't you?"

"Oh, yes! Much more!"

"Good, then give it to me again."

She inhaled his cock again; only this time he felt her small finger probing at his ass. He smiled and didn't tell her to stop. In under a minute she had two fingers plunging into his back door as he moaned appreciatively. 

Suddenly Katy brought everything to a halt, hopped off the bed, while holding her hand up in a 'just a minute' sign. Conrad watched as her lithe body seemed to skim across the room to a large dresser. Katy pulled open the second drawer from the top and held up a fairly large dildo for him to see.

He gave her a hard look and said, "You are certainly prepared."

"Well, to tell the truth, I use it on myself mostly, but not to worry, I clean it good after each use."

She reached down and took hold of his cock. 

"What?"

She pinched the head lightly, not painfully, just enough to get his erection to throb. "Will you roll over so I can see what you look like back there?"

He hesitated, and she followed with, "Don't worry; I won't try anything on you."

Conrad didn't reply. But his mind was racing.

"Please," she said. "Jut let me have this moment."

"Alright," he said grudgingly, but the reality was he couldn't wait for her to penetrate him back there.

Katy sent her middle finger into him. He moaned and her finger began an in and out rhythm, speeding up as soon as he opened his legs a little wider. A minute later she withdrew the finger, and said, "Do you know how long I've waited for something like this?"

Conrad blanched as he felt something else start to penetrate his anus. He knew it was her dildo. And it hurt.

"Hey!"

"What's the matter?"

"Lube the fucker!"

"Oh, I forgot. I'm sorry!" Katy extracted the dildo and went to the medicine cabinet in the bathroom, found a tube of KY-Jelly and applied a liberal dosage to the surface of the dildo and then walked back to the bed and did the same to Conrad's ass.

"I'm so sorry. I forgot that when I use it on myself I'm already good and wet. It didn't occur to me ...I've never done it to a man before."

Satisfied that he was now prepared for the dildo, he presented his ass to her and almost purred as it eased its way into his rectum.

"I'm fucking you now. You know that?" Katy said. 

"Of course I know it," he said sounding irritated at her comment.

"Shhh," she said. "Listen."

Then he heard it, the wet sound of the dildo sliding in and out of his ass.

"Can you hear it?" she asked.

"I hear it," he said and moaned with a satisfaction she had not heard from him earlier. He also heard her spitting, adding additional lubrication to the process. The sound seemed to be amplified as time passed by and her pace increased.

She hit the spot deep inside him. The one that felt like it was connected straight to his balls. It made him think he had to piss, but he knew otherwise and soon shockwaves of pleasure were coursing through his cock.

"I'm gonna cum!"

"Oh, my God!" Katy shrieked. "That must be the spot. Your G-spot!"

"It is! Oh, Christ... fuck me right there!"

"Like this?"

"Yeah ...only harder and faster!" He was humping back at her driving hand.

"COMING!"

A wave of pleasure descended through Conrad's body. He pressed his face into the mattress and grunted repeatedly in time with his spasms. His ass contracted around the dildo with each pump of his balls. He thought he would never stop coming and was now oblivious to everything but the waves of pleasure sweeping over him.

When he came down from his climax, Katy was lying on his back, kissing it. She had removed the dildo from his ass and had it pressed against his thigh. His ass hurt, but he knew they would do this again if he had the chance.

"Rad?"

"Yeah?"

"Have you ever bedded two women at a time?"

"Yes," he answered quickly, although he hadn't.

Katy knew he was lying, but his interest level indicated he might be up for what she had in mind.

"I have a friend. She's... new to this type of sex. I mean, bi-sexual and threesomes."

"So?"

"She wants to try it."

"Go on."

"Her name is Natalie. I've only this week introduced her to having sex with me. She has an aptitude for it, and I wondered if she might like fucking me with a man in our bed; namely, you, Rad."

"Is she good looking?"

"Better than me, Rad."

"That's hard to believe."

"Flatterer! Anyway, if you're not doing anything special tomorrow night I can have her meet you."

"You have that kind of control over her that she'll meet anyone you tell her to?"

"No. But I can get her to meet a handsome gentleman. That would be you, Rad."

"Will she fuck right off?"

"That would be up to you, sweetie. It might take a second meeting. Nat is the shy type, but a hellcat in bed."

"Where would we meet?"

"Give me a number. I'll set things in motion. I'll send her out to meet you. A bar in town, maybe?"

"What about you and me?" Conrad inquired.

"You fuck Natalie and I'll gladly hop into the sack with you again. Of course, she'll be there too."

"Sounds like a plan," he said and began to dress.

Katy was delighted with herself. Poor Nat, she won't know what hit her.



Wilmington Woman's Club Ch. 71



August 3, 1989 - Natalie and Conrad

Natalie paced back and forth alongside her parked car. She stopped alongside the cars passenger window. She bit a nail, trying to stem her nervousness. What if this man, this Conrad, doesn't like her? What if she doesn't like him? Yesterday she had been so excited after Katy had told her about him she couldn't think straight, but now, if Katy had come by and said it was all off, she'd be glad. Wouldn't she? She glanced at her watch for the sixth time since getting out of the car. It was time.

As promised, Natalie showed up at seven sharp at the Hilton's Bar. Conrad introduced himself, offered her a cigarette, which she declined, then lit one for himself.

She was definitely a southern girl, albeit a Catholic one with a nervous habit of twirling a lock of her brown hair around a finger as she prattled on. He couldn't take his eyes off her breasts. Katy had told him they were enhanced, but he wanted to see for himself.

She'd explained to him that she had a lot of time on her hands just now because she was looking for a job. After two or three drinks she'd confessed that her husband hadn't been paying much attention to her of late, and might have a bimbo on the side. Then she added that she needed a job because she intended to leave him. This was while they were sitting on a black leather banquette with music blaring from ten thousand speakers that had a million dollar sound. 

Conrad had his hand on her knee; Natalie's short skirt was riding clear north to Canada, but she was totally unaware of it. She had been carefully coached by Katy; but on meeting Conrad had quickly forgotten everything she'd been told. Now her major concern was that Conrad would try to get her into bed that night. She wasn't sure she was ready for that, not just yet. 

And so when he'd casually mentioned that if she had that much time on her hands why didn't she stop by his condo the next afternoon, say about one o'clock, they could listen to some music and he'd make some tea, she jumped at the idea and promptly accepted. "I just might, she said, and arched her eyebrows to emphasize her acceptance. "If I'm in the neighborhood,"

"I won't make other plans," he'd said. "I'll look for you around one."

"What's the address?" she'd asked.

Conrad knew from long experience that most girls didn't pop into bed with you on the first date. Katy had reinforced this with her information on Natalie's list of do's and don'ts. So he asked her to drop by the next day. 

He also knew that exchanging phone numbers was not the best way to solidify a sexual relationship, especially since women tended to over-analyze every word spoken during the first meeting, and often sought another woman's opinion before making up their mind on whether or not to continue seeing the man. 

Asking to see them the following day served to convince the woman you were really interested in seeing them and wanted to ensure they met again. Of course, this also allowed them to consider it a second date; making it during daylight hours made it that much safer; at least in their eyes; especially if you offered them tea. 

Besides, if you did get a girl to go home with you at three or four in the morning, she'd almost certainly be there when you woke up not knowing who she was or how she got there. 

Afternoons you played some soft music, offered them tea, or hot chocolate or even booze if that's what the lady preferred. The key was taking everything slow and easy. Then you took her to bed and fucked her brains out with the drapes drawn and daylight peeking around them. 

If by chance the afternoon turned out to be a bummer, you cut her loose before dinner. If it went well you asked her to have dinner and took her to a nice Italian or Chinese place, and then you took her back, knowing that if she did spend the night it would be a mutually pleasurable experience leading to other such nights in the future.

Besides, this girl turned him on. Then too, there was the promise of a later three-way with Katy to keep him stimulated.

Catholic girls. Conrad thought of them as religious little darlings who'd suck your cock and then run to a priest the next day to confess their sins and say penance at the alter. As a younger man, he'd developed a penchant for Irish redheads. A real Irish redhead could drive a person crazy, that wild carrot-colored hair on her head and between her legs. He loved to part that flaming thatch below, spread those innocent pink Irish-girl lips, lick her into an Irish frenzy that would later cost her a hundred Hail Mary's and a thousand Our Fathers, not to mention a dozen or more Act of Contrition's. He despised the Catholic religion, but loved fucking religious Irish Catholic girls. 

He wondered all at once if Natalie Stevens was Irish. She wasn't a redhead, but sometimes you settled for less.

*****

Natalie found his condo easily enough the following afternoon. It was one of the more opulent condos located on Wrightsville Beach. She counted upward and realized his condo had to be either the top floor, or penthouse, or just below it. Either way, it was prohibitively expensive and afforded the best views on the Island.

After talking with Katy on the phone earlier, Natalie knew she would probably go to bed with him. She uttered a silent prayer, and then conveniently put aside any feelings of guilt. Maybe I'm just a common slut, she thought as she entered the lobby and approached the elevator bank.

It was no surprise that he kissed her the moment he closed and locked the door behind them. He pressed her against the door, kissed her much more fiercely than he had the night before as they had said their goodnights a block from her home. His hands were on her ass, and his erection pressed against her.

Oh, Jesus, this was going to be more than I bargained for, she told herself as her knees weakened. Her next thought, on the heels of the last was, Oh, Jesus, I'm doomed to hell and my marriage is gone, and then tilted her pelvis into him. Katy, what have you done to me?

She scarcely saw the room. The room was a swirl of colors and impressions that only served as a setting for him. She saw a fireplace, lit and comforting in its warmth. His lips found hers again, and his hands were under the light-weight sweater she wore, she felt her breasts fall free, realized that he had unclasped her bra, and stepped slightly back from him so that he could slide his hands under the sweater to find her naked nipples.

Just a moment before Natalie thought she couldn't stand another second of his caresses before throwing her arms around him and begging him to fuck her; she awkwardly excused herself and ran to the bathroom. When she came out, she knew where this was going; and half-hating herself for betraying Vic, grew wet with anticipation.

Conrad took his turn in the bathroom while Natalie got him a beer and herself a glass of wine, and they ended up on the floor in front of the fire, leaning against the couch. Just silently taking it all in; waiting to see what was going to happen. 

And what was going to happen did. He began to kiss her, and she kissed him back. Natalie was surprised to find him what she considered a sweet kisser. In a sense his soft mouth reminded her of Katy, and that added to her excitement. 

Conrad's lips left hers, and before she knew it his head was down near her crotch and he was lifting her skirt. 

The only protest Natalie made was in her head, which was spinning with yes-no-don't protests with no solid conclusions as to what she should do. So she did nothing as Conrad methodically put his mouth to the crotch of her panties and breathed hot air, and she felt her neither lips spreading as they grew wetter.

"YES," she hissed, although she never knew she had.

His fingers pulled aside the cloth, and Natalie ached for his tongue to touch her flesh. She clenched her buttocks, raised her hips and tried to find him at the same time as his mouth found her, gently licking up and down her slit. 

Natalie lay there, eyes closed tight, hands fisted at her side, whimpering little noises and silently willing him to go harder, tongue deeper. She wanted him inside her, but wasn't able to voice the words because that would be admitting too much, too soon.

He stopped, and she blurted, "NO, DON"T STOP!"

Chagrined, Nat realized it was only to pull down her undies and she raised her hips to help. Her pussy was completely exposed to him, gaping in its excitement.

"DO ME! DO ME, PLEASE!" she whimpered, as she felt the pressure of his mouth and chin on her pubic mound, knew he could feel how wet she was, how desperate she was for him she was, and she thought, For Christ's sake, fuck me!

The warmth began in and around her pussy and rapidly spread deeper inside; she sensed rather than felt the liquidity hot juices flowing through her vagina and the blood engorging everything between her hips. The sensations in her body mounted like mercury in a thermometer sitting in sunlight. She thought she could feel her clit jutting out and her pussy lips hardening, Natalie couldn't hold back her moans. 

She began to worry that he was going to tease her right out of the greatest orgasm she would ever have. He was kissing the insides of her thighs on either side now, licking the most tender of flesh there, and she moaned, still thinking he would leave her there, panting and cursing him for not bringing her to that point she so wanted to attain.

Oh, please, she thought, just please, as he bunched her skirt in one hand and sent two fingers into her cunt to stir the juices now freely flowing from her shamelessly sodden slit.

And then he stopped — stopped cold. She was almost there, seconds away from release, when he lifted his head and she was left hanging there, like a trapeze flyer left spinning in midair. He moved up above her body and she looked at him though heavy eyes, panting, wondering, anticipating; and then felt his stiff cock against her stomach and froze. He had dispatched his pants somehow, and now he was poised above her, rubbing gently against her groin. 

"Yes, do it!"

He rubbed himself against her open furrow and she gasped, "Yes, fuck me!"

He entered her, but did not fill the wet aching void.

"Oh, Jesus!" she moaned, and wrapped her legs around him, and lifted herself to him, and murmured almost contentedly, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"

"First let's get naked," he said in a voice that dripped sex. He took her hand in his and led her to the bedroom. 

Breathlessly, she broke away and sat in a chair facing a smaller fireplace than the one in the living room; took off her shoes, dropped them to the floor, stood long enough to pull the sweater over her head, draped it over the chair, tossed the already opened bra over that, unbuckled her belt, stepped out of her skirt and threw them over the rest of her clothing. Then she turned to him, wearing only black thigh-highs and placed her hands on his bare chest while his clenched her buttocks and they kissed, long and hard.

After the kiss, Natalie allowed her eyes to peruse his body, lingering upon his cock, which was measurably larger than her husband's. She realized that she wanted to touch him, suck him; take him inside her. She felt suddenly girlish standing there in just the thigh-highs then realized just how excited she was; how wet she was; and how she might come any second now without the benefit of him touching her one more time.

He stood with legs slightly parted, his arms opening to accept her. She moved into his embrace, felt at once the enormity of him between her legs, nudging the entrance of her sex. They stood this way, joined but yet unjoined, for several seconds, her arms on his shoulders, his arms on her waist. 

This was the moment of truth. Did she want him inside her, or just to eat her? She looked down at his prick between them, found it with her hands, and was startled by its size and hardness. She had scant lovers before Vic, mostly pretty average in size, but Vic was slightly above average and she'd become accustomed to him. 

Conrad was at least two inches longer than Vic — was that possible? Longer and significantly thicker, or at least it seemed that way in this moment of lust. He was rock hard, a steel pole covered by soft skin. And he was uncircumcised. Natalie had never seen an uncircumcised penis, other than in pictures; and never one hard. And he was definitely hard. 

"Conrad," she started to say, but he covered her mouth with his, and edged his hips lower to find her pussy with his shaft. 

Natalie's mind was still racing. Do I want this? Her hands instinctively felt up and down his erection, sliding over its velvet skin, finding the bulbous head peeking out of that extra skin like a turtle's head. 

When is my period due? This week? Next week? Jesus, think, you idiot! Did I take the pill this morning? Oh, shit, what am I going to do? A rubber? Should I wait for him to ask? Should .... 

But that was the last coherent thought she had, for Conrad was rubbing his turgid member against her clit with wondrous pressure and she finally let go, moving her hands to his broad shoulders and holding him and relaxing her legs apart and just letting it happen. His cock slipped down into her opening and pressed in. They broke their long kiss and Natalie just held her breath, feeling the pressure of that big head pop in and stretched her open. She exhaled, panted and held her breath again as he inched in further, then backed out, then deeper still then out again, until his cock stretched her wider than she had ever remembered. 

"I've never...." She started to say.

"Shhh," he said, and kissed her again.

Natalie thought she had fainted. Gasping for breath, she tried to find her voice; she wanted him to know that she had never done this sort of thing before. She wasn't counting Katy.

He lowered his head to her breasts. She clutched him to her passionately, twisting on the pillow, tossing her head and hips as he licked first one nipple and then the other, fondling her breasts. 

Yes, she thought, Oh, God, yes!

She was going to come. Oh, Jesus, she thought, please don't let me come yet. Just fuck me, damn it, keep that thing in me!

"I love these tits of yours," he said.

"Oh, Jesus," she said aloud, thinking that she should tell him they were surgically enhanced, and then wondering... "Listen, you don't..." she started to say, concerned about him having some venereal disease, but couldn't complete the sentence, much less the thought.

Oh, Sweet Jesus, she thought, you're going to make me... Jesus, I am going to come!

He suddenly clenched both breasts in his hands, bringing them together, the nipples almost touching; then took both nipples in his mouth simultaneously, and sucked on them, licked them, making her delirious. She had never in her life ever felt anything like this ...this relentless foraging upon her breasts. She felt taken by him, possessed by his bulk, his grip, and his encroachment into her most intimate territory. On another level, she reveled in the knowledge that she was the reason for his lust, that she was giving her body more than he was taking it.

They both stopped breathing as he guided his throbbing prick back into her eager body until it reached a previous stopping point, then pressed inward into new territory, then retreated back out as they both began to pant from the exertion.

Natalie exulted in the sensation of his pubic bone's incredible pressure on her clit; on her entire cunt for that matter. Christ, I love having his hot, hard thing up inside me, throbbing and twitching as it stretches me so unbelievably wide. This was fucking. What Vic and she had been doing was tidy and antiseptic. A little foreplay, a break to put in my diaphragm if I hadn't done it beforehand, or for Vic to grab a condom; a little more foreplay, a little spit, then he would be inside me. It was nice. It was comfortable. Like cuddling, only with our genitals rubbing. He'd come, I'd come, and that was that. But, with Conrad it was different. It was lust driven, driving juices and hot-breathed moaning clenching raw, unbridled sex. 

Natalie wrenched away from those thoughts to concentrate on what he was doing to her that was causing all these sensations. He was gliding in, making it twitch before veering off to one side or the other, stretching her already maxed out pussy while making her even wetter as she thought about the living writhing snake inside her. He was scratching all the right itches. 

Throughout the whole time they didn't speak. But it wasn't quiet. There were groans, moans and whispers, but no actual words. Natalie, for one was panting too hard to speak, and her thoughts were cluttered until Conrad murmured "You have a lovely cunt," and began to speed up his thrusts and took her over the edge.

It started in her pussy and just swelled out and up and all through her body. That thermometer mercury rose up to her head until there was no more room and it all exploded. Natalie felt herself vibrating inside, and the muscles in her pussy pulsated around his cock; and her arms and legs held onto him in a death grip that she couldn't control. 

Kathy had brought her to this point during their lovemaking, but Conrad had a cock, and that made a difference as he rocked it back and forth, using little movements and harsh thrusts while whispering, "I can feel it. What a lovely cunt you have. I can feel it. Come for me, come for me." 

She came, and came, and came again. And when she achieved a viable coherency, Natalie realized that he was still pumping his white hot cock into her jelly-like vagina, whereas Vic would already have been snoring for several minutes. She was exquisitely sensitive inside. Her nerves were on the highest alert, allowing her to feel him even more than before. 

No longer was she concerned about his ejaculating inside her. She now wanted his baby! And to make it happen, Natalie tilted her hips and aimed her cunt at him and lifted her knees to help him get there. 

She was really dripping now, and he just slammed into her faster and faster; he had an incredible feel to him; to feel his heavy testicles slapping against her ass as he bottomed out inside her. She felt herself cresting almost at once, dissolving moistly around him. 

Suddenly he whispered "Feel me come," and a second later she felt him explode within her; his cock pulsed once then twice as a sensation of hot liquid bathed her deepest nooks and crannies. He pulsed again; pumping his semen into her as seemingly an endless supply of cum filled her and then oozed out of her seeping into the crevice of her ass and covering both their inner thighs. It was an incredible feeling.

Natalie may have climaxed again, but it was hard to tell because they were merged so tightly and her excitement had no bounds.

.

For the next few minutes they just lay there. It took Natalie that long to stop trembling. It was the most intense orgasm of her life. Years later, when she thought about that afternoon she would still get wet. The memory of their interlude would never fade away.

*****

Later, as they lay spent and sweating beside each another, he asked her if she were Irish.

Confused by his question, she replied, "No, my parents are both from England." 

Why is he asking questions like that? Why isn't he telling me I'm beautiful, or that he loves me?

The guilt hit her three minutes later, when Conrad kissed her gently on the nose and eased himself off of her climbed out of the bed and walked to the bathroom. He's a stranger! She thought. This isn't Vic walking away, it's a guy named Conrad, and just who the fuck is he?

The need for a stiff drink filled her for the first time that day. She managed to resist the sudden impulse to dress and flee the penthouse apartment. She glanced at her watch. No, that couldn't be right. Was it really only forty minutes that she'd been there?




Wilmington Woman's Club Ch. 71



It had seemed like an eternity. An ecstatic etern... No, she told herself, are you out of your mind? Get dressed, and get the hell out of here. That man in the bathroom is not your man. He... She heard the toilet flush. God, I loved it, she thought.

"Natalie?"

She didn't turn to him at once.

He called her name again.

"Natalie?"

She turned. He was standing in the doorway, a towel draped around his waist. He looked concerned.

"Are you all right?"

"Yes, but I have to go."

"Okay," he said.

She felt suddenly embarrassed. She couldn't think of getting out of bed with a sheet clutched around her like they did in the movies. Without looking at him again, she got out of bed, put her back to him and got dressed. She put her bra on first, covering her breasts, and then her sweater immediately afterward, and was reaching for her skirt when he suddenly appeared behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her in against him.

He was hard again.

She stood quite still, feeling drained of all will, helpless to stop him, knowing that the moment he touched her she would be wet for him again.

She turned to look at him.

He nodded.

She nodded too.

He put himself in her and she clamped her legs around his waist. He fucked her senseless against the bedroom wall. Not stopping when the large picture of an elderly woman on horseback fell to the floor in a loud crash. Not stopping when she began speaking in tongues; not stopping until he spurted a vast amount of sperm into her and his legs, drained of their power, betrayed him, and coupled together, they sank slowly to the floor.

She wanted to know when they might be together again and didn't blink when he proposed that she and Katy drop by the following evening.

"I'll have some lamb chops delivered by the restaurant down the block."

"That sounds wonderful. Katy loves them," she said, then kissed him goodbye and left for home, hoping that Vic wouldn't be there before her. She reminded herself to invent a story for him just in case. 

*****

Vic wasn't home when Natalie got there. She hurried into the bathroom and went right to the medicine cabinet. Automatically she reached for the pills to see if she had taken one that morning. It was the third day of the month... there were two pills missing.

Natalie's hopes soared.



Wilmington Woman's Club Ch. 72



Chapter 72
The 3rd Meeting of the Club



"God, you didn't say there'd be so many people here," Val's sister Heather said as she sat down tentatively in the plush chair.

Val reached over and patted her thigh. "There will only be about 15 or 20, and they're all women, Heather, so relax." 

Val looked around the room at the chairs and sofas ringing the stage. "Looks like we'll have a good group tonight."

Heather began to gnaw at her cuticle. "This is so weird."

"You're going to like it, trust me. Your shyness will go away quickly." 

Val fought back her nervousness as thirty or so women arrived; mostly in pairs or threes. Val left her sister to greet each one, getting introduced to those she had not met before. None were accompanied by men. Among the women were, Gladys Loudon, the District Attorney's wife, and Wanda Carlson, first timers, but looking as excited as those who had been at previous meetings. And except for Bernie, who was conspicuously absent, Val saw all the women who had been to at least one prior meeting. She was also pleased to see that each of the members had brought one or more 'guests' to the meeting, all of whom were women.

Usually talkative, the women were remarkably quiet, although Val sensed an electric intensity among them as they sat staring straight ahead at the stage in the small theatre Val had hired for the evening. 

Val also noted that each woman was dressed as sexily as they dared too; many being married had felt a need to use certain restraint, but still had managed to look highly desirable. Val had leaked word that there would be men on stage, performing for the women and doing God knows what.

The small stage had black velvet drapes behind it and on the sides as backing. Anyone standing on the stage would be outlined sharply by the black, depthless velvet. Pencil-point spotlights suddenly stabbed through the gathering darkness of the room. The guests shifted around in their seats, made themselves comfortable and sat back anticipating what was to come.

The room darkened, and a communal thrill ran through the gathered guests who felt safe sitting anonymously in the dark. Unseen, they thought they could behave as they wished without anyone objecting.

The first notes of Stravinsky's "The Rites of Spring" filled the air and the excitement and tension in the room mounted. The hall grew darker, cloaking the room with an inky blackness. The only light in the room was on the right side of the small stage where spotlights stabbed down and the black velvet acted as a frame around what was at the very least, a suggestion of a woman's boudoir. A large canopied bed occupied that side of the stage. The stage itself was tilted, set at an angle so the audience could better see what was going to happen there. On one the side of the bed was a woman's vanity, on the other a window of sorts.

The audience waited tensely, becoming first quiet then silent, as the music played on. 

Val calmly strode to the stage and walked up to him, picked up a microphone from a small table and said: "Good evening, everyone, and welcome to the third meeting of the Wilmington Women's Club. Up to now our meetings have involved having a few drinks and telling stories about our, um, sexual adventures. Tonight we will depart from that pattern and move into a ... shall I say somewhat darker area. We have some very special entertainment tonight. You'll get the picture right away, that I guarantee you. But enough small talk. Ladies ..." Val permitted herself to smile out at the audience and raised her hand, "... The Wilmington Women's Club is proud to present our first performer, the amazing, Mr. Solo!" 

The light illuminating the boudoir went out and another focused on Jay Carter, who nodded once at the audience, and began removing his clothing. 

The audience murmured lightly, and excitedly began debating among themselves what the man's performance would involve. 

"Good evening, ladies," Jay said, as he shed the last of his clothing and stood naked with his appendage dangling enticingly between his legs. Two women started toward the stage, but were intercepted by Valerie, who shooed them back to their seats before taking her own. 

"What I do, ladies ... what I do, is suck my own cock."

A startled murmur filled the small hall. He had succeeded in shocking his audience.

"Yes I do. I can't actually fuck myself, but I guess I get as close to it as is humanly possible. Now, might I ask for a member of the audience to come up on stage and assist me with what I'm going to do?"

No one volunteered. Carter glanced at Val, who nodded and went into the audience, looking at row after row of women's faces. Some registered shock, some excitement and anticipation. She found one in particular whose facial expression was one of near rapture and knew this was the volunteer. 

Val moved to the woman and tapped her on the arm. It was her sister, Heather.

"Come on, Heather, I need you on stage." Heather rose from her seat and followed Val, trance-like until both women stood on the stage.

"Mr. Solo, let me present your volunteer. Her name is Heather."

"Hello, Heather. Thank you for coming to my assistance."

Heather remained mute, but her eyes were riveted to his cock.

"Ladies," Carter said amiably, "when I was a fairly young man I was inspired to try sucking my cock. Believe me; most young men have tried to do it. I imagine some of you may have attempted it — I don't mean sucking your dick — but you may have tried to lick your pussies. Don't deny it, it you haven't tried it you've most certainly thought about it. Some of you have tried, and I know it. Most men fail. Some might have succeeded, but gave up thinking it was too difficult. 

"As you can see I am somewhat gifted in my sexual apparatus." He flipped his dick up and drew a gasp from the women seated before him.

"As a horny teen I experimented one day. What I did was, I walked my feet up my bedroom wall, and then flipped them over. I used a soft pillow to hold my head in place. This had the remarkable effect of dipping my penis straight down toward my mouth, I grabbed hold of my hips and pulled down ... and wallah! I was able to fuck my face."

Some of the women in the audience drew in their breaths, some laughed and others sighed. Still others began shifting around in their seats. Carter had them all enthralled. A keen nose would have smelled the initial stage of their arousal. 

"Now, um, Miss, or is it Mrs.?"

"Err, call me Heather," Val's sister replied nervously.

"Fine, Heather it is. Heather, you may have noticed there is no wall for me to walk my feet up ..." Jay noticed Heather's fixation with his penis and stopped his pre-arranged spiel. "Come closer, Heather."

She took a step closer, and stopped.

"No, come closer. I want you to touch it."

"I ... I couldn't!" Heather protested. 

"Is there anyone out there who is curious enough to come up on stage to see that this cock is real and not something fixed to my genitals?"

The audience grew nervous, until a woman stood up and made her way toward the stage. Val was stunned to see that it was Gladys Loudon, Wanda's guest and the wife of the District Attorney.

"And may I have your name, please?" Jay inquired.

"My name is Gladys. Is that really your cock?"

"Please, see for yourself," he replied and without hesitating, Gladys reached out and took him in both hands and began jerking him off.

"That's lovely, Gladys," he said as she continued stroking him. "Let the other ladies see how it's growing under your loving touch, Gladys."

She released him and now his penis was no longer dangling, but protruded outward, supporting itself against the pull of gravity, and while not jutting skyward as a teenager's might, it was obvious to all concerned that his penis was indeed, real and quite long in its length.

"Heather, please step over here, if you would?"

Heather moved closer and stood alongside Gladys.

"Touch it Heather," he said, the authority in his voice caused Heather to quiver and to everyone's surprise, Heather sank to her knees and took the head of his penis into her mouth, supporting the remainder of his shaft with her left hand.

The audience went wild. Several women left their seats and climbed up on the stage. Val was stunned. She thought at first that she had a riot on her hands. But Jay had seen this reaction from other audiences and quelled everyone by shouting, "Down girl!"

Heather let him fall from her mouth. "Now listen to me, all of you. If you want to see, or taste for yourselves, I'll allow it, but in an orderly fashion. Form a line over there," he pointed to his left where Gladys stood. 

Val watched with relief as the women obeyed his directive and stood chastely waiting to touch, kiss or suck his cock. Val counted fifteen women approach Jay, and pay homage to his lengthy phallus. She recalled her own feelings on seeing him perform fellatio and began to understand the feelings coursing through the women in the audience.

When the last of the women had finished with him, his cock stood straight out at the rest of those who remained seated.

"All right, except for Heather and Gladys, the rest of you can be seated for the time being." 

The women on stage complied and left the stage in an orderly manner quietly taking their seats.

"Good, and now if you will ladies, I will perform self-fellatio for your viewing pleasure. Gladys, there is a chair to your right, would you bring it over here please?" Gladys bought the backless chair to him and took a step back. Jay sat down with his back to the audience. "Ladies," he said, "I will need your assistance as I have no wall to climb. I would like each of you to take a leg." Both women took hold of his right leg.

"No, No! Gladys, take the right leg. Heather, please take the left one."

Laughing nervously, they did as requested.

"Now, remember, I'm not a wishbone. Please don't tear them off of me," Jay said knowing it would get a laugh from the audience, and it did.

"Okay, girls, take a step toward the back of the stage ... slowly, now." Jay's spine was now on the chair where his bottom had been moments before. "That's wonderful, girls. If you would, please push my legs back toward the audience." 

When they did the audience saw his penis closing in on his mouth. Jay reached out with both hands and took hold of his asscheeks and pulled.

The audience gasped. His lips were around the tip of his erection. Jay took a deep breath through his nose, relaxed his lower back, pulled on his ass and then as a yogi might, slowly let his breath out, while adding a difficult stretch. Sure enough, another four inches of serpentine cock slithered into his mouth.

Gladys, still holding Jay's leg in place, leaned in toward him and began licking his right buttock. Several women in the audience began to moan as Jay let his wet shaft slip from between his hollowed cheeks a millimeter at a time until the crown of his now nearly purple head popped out and wagged stiffly in the space above his chin.

He recaptured it, licked around the corona, then swallowed several more inches and several more until some six, or possibly seven inches were lodged down his throat. In his present position it was physically impossible for Jay to deep-throat himself, if indeed he could absorb his full eleven inches at all.

Using herself as a judge, Val knew every woman in the audience was wet. She glanced guiltily about and saw Deidre Kaminski, the saleswoman from Talbot's, and Ursula Smith, the petite 2nd grade teacher exchange ever more passionate kisses. Val found it difficult to tear her eyes away. Within a minute or two, Ursula unbuttoned the few buttons that held the front of the diaphanous blouse the other wore. She pushed aside what little fabric concealed one breast and began to gently pet and fondle the nipple. Their kisses grew more intense and both were making little sounds of passion.

Val turned back to the stage, but soon found herself looking at the two women again. Finally the women broke their kiss, and Ursula took Deidre by the hand and pulled her toward the exit at the rear of the theatre.

One row behind that of the two women just leaving, Val saw two other women Val didn't know with their hands up their respective skirts masturbating furiously. 

Forcing herself to look back at the stage, Val saw a feral gleam in her sister Heather's eye as Jay offered his spittle coated cock to Gladys Loudon. Gladys sank to her knees and absorbed Jay's jutting pole. She gave a feminine shake to her head and her ash blonde hair covered her face, depriving the audience of seeing her fellating him. Heather moved in, swept Gladys' hair off to one side and started caressing Jay's ass with one hand while fingering her pussy with the other.

Anyone in the audience who was paying attention heard Jay's plaintive moan, "Fuck me! Fuck my ass!"

Val was astonished to see her sister pry his asshole open then plunge her hungry tongue into it.

"YES!" he barked enthusiastically, causing Gladys to stop her blowjob and look quizzically up at him.

"Keep sucking!" he admonished Gladys, and she immediately snaked her tongue over his balls while her hand went in search of his asshole only to meet Heather's face.

"OH!" she said, completely surprised by Heather's actions, but not enough to abandon her oral lovemaking with Jay's huge appendage.

"Finger ME!" he yelled at Heather, who did just that, ramming her index finger into his rectum.

A portion of the audience was mounting the stage, wanting a closer look at what was happening; some members of the audience remained in their seats, too stunned by what they'd seen to do anything else. Others were fondling the person in the seat next to them, or blatantly masturbating, not caring, or even hoping someone would join them. 

Val was among those having climbed on the stage. She was concerned about her sister's well-being, fearing the other women might hurt her in trying to get at Jay.

But Jay had been in a similar situation before and seeing the women rushing the stage reacted accordingly. He stood up, wrenching his donkey-dick away from Gladys and inadvertently knocking Heather to the floor where she sat stunned looking at the legs of the women now surrounding her.

"STAND BACK AND BE QUIET! He shouted.

Val couldn't believe that they would listen, but they did. Every woman froze in place.

"I WANT YOU TO FORM TWO ROWS IN FRONT OF ME!" Jay said slowly and distinctly.

Val performed a quick count of the women on the stage. Including her sister and Gladys, there were fourteen. Unbelievably, they shuffled quickly into two lines of seven each.

"YOU AND YOU," Jay barked pointing at one woman in each row, "GET OVER HERE NEXT TO ME!"

Val saw that Janet was one of the two. She didn't know the other woman. The two women shuffled forward and stood waiting for his next words.

"THIS IS COMPLETELY VOLUNTARY ON YOUR PART, UNDERSTAND? IF YOU CAN'T DO IT, GET BACK IN LINE AND TELL SOMEONE ELSE TO COME UP HERE. DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?"

Both women nodded affirmatively.

"YOU'RE BOTH GOING TO SUCK ME OFF. WHEN I CUM I'M GOING TO COVER AS MANY OF YOU AS I CAN. IT WON'T BE ALL OF YOU, BUT IT WILL BE MOST OF YOU. WHEN I'M FINISHED COMING, YOU CAN DO ANYTHING YOU WANT WITH THE SPERM. WITHIN LIMITS OF COURSE, I DON'T WANT ANY OF YOU INSEMINATING YOURSELVES WITH IT. AM I UNDERSTOOD?"

A meek chorus of "Yes's," filled the stage.

"ALL RIGHT YOU TWO, GET BUSY!"

Janet moved first. The other woman, a petite, short-haired blonde seemed to falter before joining Janet in front of Jay.

"Look at my cock, ladies. It's for you. Do you like it?"

"Yes," they replied almost in unison.

"You," he said pointing at the petite blonde, "Tell me what you think."

"I love your big cock... Master."

"And you?" 

Janet quickly replied, "I love it, and want to suck it. May I?"

"You want to taste it?"

"Yes," they replied, this time they uttered the word together.

"Good, then take me into your mouths."

In one fluid motion the petite blonde placed her mouth on him and took the head of his cock between her lips. Janet reacted a split-second later, kissing and licking her way down and back up his shaft until she met the blonde.

They kissed, Val now on the stage with the others, saw their tongues meet briefly before the blonde relinquished his cockhead to Janet, who immediately took him as deep as she possibly could, which is to say, about six inches.

A murmur of approval could be heard from those on stage. Janet sucked him for several more seconds and then returned him to the blonde, who tried to take him deep, but gagged, and coughing handed him back to Janet.

Janet went to town on him. Val saw that Jay had to be approaching his orgasm, for his eyes were tightly shut. But after permitting Janet to blow him for several more seconds, he wrenched his penis from her mouth and said, "Give the blonde another shot at it."

The blonde looked up at him with those beautiful blue eyes as she enveloped his cockhead and sucked furiously.

It occurred to Val at that moment, that Jay must have his cock sucked almost daily by various women around town. How was it that she'd never heard of him and his prodigious prick?

She made a mental note to ask around or perhaps to ask Jay himself. She refocused on the trio just as Jay grabbed the blonde by the back of her head and began bucking his hips. With long, slow strokes she took over seven inches without gagging, and then he removed his hand from her head and proclaimed: "I'M ALMOST THERE, LET ME BE!"

The blonde kept sucking.

Jay yanked his cock from between her lips and held it in his fist. He rubbed the pre-cum smear from his member on the blonde's lips first, and then over Janet's.

Janet managed to flick her tongue out and sample him one last time before he walked away from them to stand in front of the two rows of horny women.

Jay pulled on his cock and grunted. "Huh! Huh! Huh!" When he erupted, his ejaculate shot at least three feet in the air. Hot dollops spattered the three closest women, who shrieked with delight.

Jay turned slightly and sent a second volley among another three women. And then those women in the second row converged on him, fighting amongst themselves for a taste of his seed. 

He stood his ground and to Val's astonishment, none of the women came close enough to actually touch him. Jay didn't seem surprised by this, and he aimed his third shot at those women furthest from him and his last at the closest.

He stood there, hands on hips, his cock jerking up and down as if it had a life of its own. A dark haired woman's mouth closed around his penis. Another woman's fingernails tickled his testicles; two others were licking the floor in front of him, lapping away at the tiniest of splattered semen off the filthy floorboards.

Val let them go for another minute, and then one by one they slowly returned to their seats, not looking anywhere but at Jay who was still standing in front of them, cock in hand, waiting patiently for order.

Val got up and slowly made her way back onto the stage, picked up the microphone and spoke softly. "Thank you for a fabulous performance Mr. Solo. Ladies, did you enjoy his performance?"

To her surprise, there was only a light applause from the women seated in the dark before her. "He will be back later in the evening ...."

"I can't wait!" a woman called out then the others began applauding wildly, two even whistled like men. Val waited them out then said: "We have additional entertainment for you, but I think a fifteen minute intermission is in order.



Wilmington Woman's Club Ch. 73



Chapter 73
The 3rd Meeting, Continued


During the intermission Val was besieged by the ladies seemingly intent on exploring two issues. Where and how did she find that gorgeous specimen, and what could possibly top that performance?

Almost giddy with the opening acts success, Val completely forgot about Professor Dorian and his partners. Only when the bell tinkled signaling the audience to return to their seats did it hit her, and she made a mad dash down the aisle and clambered up on the stage to meet the grinning professor. 

Dorian wore only soft, cotton baggy pants that rode so low on his hips that the top of his pubic line showed. The muscles in his abdomen rippled for affect as Val approached.

"Mrs. Marcolina, good evening. I must say the first act was most impressive. It will be tough to follow."

"Good evening, Professor," Val replied. "It was exceptional, but I have every reason to believe you and your friends will equal or surpass it."

"Thank you, Mrs. Marcolina." 

Just then, a woman in her early twenties sidled up to them wearing only a filmy white peignoir. 

"Ah, Zara," the Professor said, "may I present our Hostess, Mrs. Marcolina?"

The two women shook hands and Val said, "I hope your performance is as Dorian promised."

"It should be," the girl said noncommittally before settling down on the bed about to be pushed out onstage.

"Ah, I'm glad you could join us, Mrs. Marcolina," he said just off stage. "I was wondering if I'd have to introduce myself to your..." he paused for effect, "... very interesting assemblage. I've never performed before an all female audience. It should prove interesting given the reception Mr. ... um, was it Solo, received?"

"I'm as surprised as you. But Mr. Solo will be available should you require his services."

"I welcome all the help I can get. After all, it's only Jessie and me, and we're going to skewer a couple of females on stage. The ravenous ladies in your audience will be hard to fight off.

"I know, and I apologize. I should have made arrangements..."

"A group of Chippendale's wouldn't satisfy the cravings of your ladies once they're aroused, Mrs. Marcolina. But the show must go on." 

Dorian then gestured for her to step out on stage and perform the introductions.

As she stepped out on the stage the women seated before Val applauded, and as it died down Val smiled and said, "I don't know if we can surpass that opening, but we're going to try."

The audience stood as one, applauding wildly as a spotlight blanketed the canopied bed, upon which sat a young girl brushing her hair. All eyes were on her. She wore a flimsy white peignoir, and if one squinted, the outline of her aureole was apparent.

The girl, of course, was Zara.

Zara continued brushing her hair, pretending that she didn't notice her audience. An instinctive glance downward confirmed that the edge of one nipple had decided to peak out of her filmy peignoir. As if experimenting for the first time, Zara teased the nipple with the hair brush. Her nipple hardened and the strawberry tip lifted up off of her exposed globe, high into the air.

As Dorian had instructed her beforehand, Zara repeated the process with her other nipple. Perhaps a third of the women in the audience were now touching or rubbing their own breasts.

Then Zara, still following instructions, parted her leg so that the members of the audience had a perfect view of her panty-clad crotch. She counted silently to seven, and then used the brush handle to peel the gusset of her panties to one side then rubbed the brush handle up and down her freshly shaven slit.  

Practically every member of the audience gasped at her action, including Val, who had known it was going to happen. 

When Zara was wet enough, she sent the grooved handle inside, luxuriating in the feeling as it slid past her clit. She thought of the time Christy and she had experimented with a two-headed dildo, and was surprised with the eminent feeling of sexual release.

Am I really this excited to performing in front of an audience? she wondered, as the handle probed deeper and deeper into her love channel.

Departing from Dorian's script, Zara eased the handle from her juicy pussy and began rubbing the bristles over her clit. Several things happened at once: An electric shock surged through her. Zara climaxed, leaving a pool of juice on the sheets bunched up by her crotch; and Dorian made his first appearance on stage as he appeared just outside the window and peeked in on Zara.

Dorian's erection was obvious to anyone who cared to look in that direction. Bulging out against the soft fabric of his cotton pants. Val noted two twenty-something women, both dark-haired beauties, sitting side-by-side on a sofa with a hand inside their respective blouses as they looked at each other and talked rapidly to one another. Val glanced behind her and caught several women already furtively masturbating, among them her sister, Heather. 

Dorian dropped a hand to his middle and began to rub his cock through his pants. Moments later, after flashing an Errol Flynn like smile at the audience, he climbed through the fake window and several women in the audience began reacting to what was happening on the stage, turning to one another as if to say, "Is he really going to do what I think he is?"

Meanwhile, Zara continued rubbing the hair brush over her pussy, unperturbed by the sudden presence of Dorian at her bedside. Dorian grabbed his crotch, gave it a squeeze to emphasize his boner to the audience then turned to face them, saying: "So let's start the show.  How many of you think she has nice tits?"

His sudden familiarity with the audience caught most of the women, including Valerie off guard.

But not Katy Dide, who shouted, "I do!"

Dorian responded with an impish grin, "Well, me too!" 

He made it evident that he had been on a few stages before tonight, when he casually turned to Zara and said: "Forget your line, Zara?"

"Oh," she said startled by his use of her given name. "Who are you? What do you want?"

"I am your lover tonight."

"You're not my lover," she protested weakly. The contrast between their respective acting skills was apparent to one and all, including Zara.

Dorian laughed and patted the bulge of his erection. "You've already given yourself to me. You just don't know it."

"Show us your cock!" a highly aroused member of the audience shouted out.

Dorian began to circle the youthful Zara, the sound of the wind adding an exciting dimension. Hesitantly, she reached out and traced her fingers over his pecs, circling a nipple for a moment then drifting down over his stomach. When she reached the band of his pants, she slipped her fingers just barely under it and slid them from left to right. There was obvious movement under the loose fitting cotton pants.

Dorian departed from the script and shouted, 
"Contain yourself woman, or I won't save any of this for you!"  By 'this' he clearly meant his boner, which had made its outline in his tight slacks even more apparent than it had been moments before.

Turning back to Zara, he resumed his lines, saying: "If you wanted to be left alone, you wouldn't be here like this.  You want me to take your body and use it however I want.  Now be a good girl and tell everyone who your body belongs to."

Zara looked out at the audience and said: "My body belongs to him.  He can do whatever he wants to it."

To Val's surprise, the audience had gone silent, no one called out. No one even gasped. Those masturbating continued to do so. Val saw Natalie and Katy kiss once or twice, and Katy's hand was definitely under Natalie's skirt freely roaming around.

"That's better," Dorian said. "Now we can get on with the business at hand," and approaching Zara, he gingerly lowered her onto her back. The shapely cones of her firm breasts sat exposed on her chest.  

Val glanced over at Katy Dide and saw that she was undoubtedly fingering Natalie, who was watching Zara hungrily, waiting to see her tits bouncing up and down as she got fucked.

Val had been assured that Dorian was a magnificent lover; a true artist at foreplay, fully attentive and never distracted. He would take forever if the situation required it. What was it she'd heard? It came to her a moment later: He can get a girl moaning for a boning every time.

Dorian did not, as most of the audience expected he would, leap upon Zara and ravish her. No, the audience's jaws dropped in surprise as they watched him put on a condom then warm some baby oil. Zara dipped her hand into the warm oil and begin stroking his condom covered cock.   

On the opposite side of the stage from where Val was sitting, the two dark-haired women on a sofa had both hiked up their summer dresses. The one on the left was rubbing her clit while the other woman finger-fucked herself, pumping two fingers in and out at an even pace, her eyes roaming from her friend's masturbation to the action on the stage and back again.

What a novel idea, Val thought, intent on not missing a thing.

Dorian also dipped into the oil and spread it over Zara's petal-like folds. When satisfied she was thoroughly covered with the baby oil, he began to finger-fuck her.

Apparently no one in the audience had expected this and there were cries of both approval and disapproval. Well, perhaps not disapproval, but there was genuine disappointment at not seeing him ravage the young girl on stage.

It occurred to Val that many of the women in the audience were not familiar with someone making love to them at a slow, well tempered pace. Wham bam, thank you ma'am, is what they expect, she realized, and had to hold back from laughing aloud. She looked around, made mental notes as to who fell into this category for possible future use.

It wasn't long before Dorian had four fingers in her. Had Zara been larger, Dorian would have fisted her, something many in the audience had never seen, or even contemplated. 

Zara was writhing and moaning under his skillful fingering; and her moans grew louder when he sent a well-oiled finger into her anus. 

A guttural roar of approval erupted from the women watching in the seats a few feet from the bed on the stage.

Vaguely, Zara realized Dorian was spreading her legs. She didn't resist, nor did she help. As Dorian moved between her spread-eagled legs, another woman appeared on stage. This was René, a surprisingly flat-chested girl about the same age as Zara. She too, wore a white nightie that left nothing to the imagination. The principal difference between her and Zara, other than breast-wise, was that she was that her pubic hair was intact, and not even trimmed.

René followed the instructions given her shortly before the performance began, and dipped a hand into the heated oil then took Dorian's condom covered prick in hand and masturbated him as he continued to finger Zara both vaginally and anally.

Feeling his ejaculation coming on, Dorian faced the center of the stage and grunted. René increased her pumping and with another, even louder grunt Dorian came hard. René continued milking him until he signaled her to stop, and she did.

Then with a slight flourish, René carefully peeled the oil soaked condom from his penis and even more carefully brought it to Zara's open mouth.

"As you will see, we don't waste a drop, ladies," Dorian said while tucking his somewhat wilted penis back into the cotton pants.

René positioned herself so that the audience had a clear view of what she and Zara where about to do, and then slowly poured the ejaculate from the condom into Zara's waiting mouth.

A hiss of stunned approval came from the women in the audience. The hiss grew to a surprised roar the moment Zara's hand went around René's neck pulling her so that they were face to face. René smiled and opened her mouth and they kissed. It was obvious that the sperm was being exchanged and then re-exchanged as they continued the kiss.  

Another man appeared on stage. (This would be Jessie) He was nude and had a prominent erection protruding upward, almost touching his stomach, but not quite making it. As the two girls continued their kisses, he moved behind René, placed his hands on her ankles and gently pried her legs apart without disturbing the women from their kiss.

Every woman in the audience watched him place his hard cock against René's thickly bushed hole. To the more discerning audience members, a glistening sheen from her inner juices could be seen leaking out of her exposed opening.  

René felt the familiarity of his cockhead pressing against her. She reached back and took him in hand. She had been instructed to let him enter her without any assistance on her part, but forgot. Her labia parted as he pressured her entrance, and with a slight push, Jessie eased into her.

The girls ended the kiss at that point, but remained close, so that Zara felt every thrust of Jessie's cock with almost the same intensity as René.

Most of the audience was close enough to clearly see her labia stretched around the base of his shaft, while she swayed slightly from the intense feeling of being penetrated so deeply.

René felt her insides wound tightly around him and squeezed his cock as it spread her open.  

"God, she's tight," Jessie muttered, half to himself, half to the women in the audience, eliciting a moan from both René and the women raptly watching.

René expected Jessie to start rocking back and forth inside her, but she wasn't in control.  She felt her pussy finally contracting as he slowly pulled out of her, until only the tip was inside her, and then he slammed back into her. The force rippled up through her, throwing her chest upward and her head back.  Thrust after thrust slammed into her, and as her body squirmed and moved up and down in time with his thrusts her little girlish tits slid back and forth on her chest as she tried to catch her breath.

The constant pounding against René's clit and opening were too much for her and she felt herself losing control.  Long ragged breaths turned into moans. The next thrust was too much.  It pushed her over the edge, spasms rocked her body as all her muscles contracted causing her whole body to rock and she exploded as Jessie continued pounding away.

Meanwhile, Dorian reappeared on stage with a lithe, blonde-haired beauty. This was Christy, Zara's roommate and sometimes sex partner.  

"Hello again, ladies. Yes, I'm back, and with little Christy in tow. Christy why don't you get between Zara's legs and warm her up while Jessie finishes René off?"

René caught her breath as Jessie paused to listen to Dorian. The moment he resumed fucking her she felt another climax building. She looked desperately around as another hard stroke pounded into her. 

Her eyes met Dorian's and found his face consumed with lust. As they stared into each other's eyes, she wailed, "Oh, god, it's happening again," and wave after wave of pleasure filled her mind and body.

Jessie was amazed at the staying power the lotion Dorian had given him was providing. Normally, he would have come a long time before, yet he had yet to feel the thrill of his ejaculate building in his balls.

René arched her back, pressing her body and ass back against Jessie permitting him to get even deeper, aware half the room was getting a wonderful view between her spread legs. Slowly, the most intense of her young life rose up within her; and several deep thrusts later it arrived, escaping out of her in loud moans as she shook for a minute or two and then collapsed as every woman in the audience thought they had cum with her.

Dorian strode over to them and tapped Jessie on the shoulder. "My turn," he said. René gave Jessie a puzzled look as she felt him pull out of her. He hasn't come yet, she thought, but as he approached her face with his juice coated cock throbbing in the night air she understood. Hungrily and without hesitation, she took it into her mouth, wanting to reward him for what he had given her. 

Suddenly she felt another pair of hands on her, guiding her to her side and pushing her knees together and up towards her chest. 

It must be Dorian; she told herself then leaned her head back and gave herself to him, while sucking gingerly on Jessie's jerking cock, his taste reminding her that this was the cock that she had cum all over; that now it was his turn to cum inside her. 

Dorian held her knees in place, taking the opportunity to reveal René's bushy cunt and ass to the audience.

René was now sucking hard as well as jerking Jessie off. He was not able to hold off any longer and began to pump spurt after spurt into her mouth as she swallowed eagerly, and then licked the tip, making sure she got every drop. This last was done in full view of her audience who imagined it was themselves sucking Jessie's magnificent cock.

When Dorian felt René had finished with Jessie and was ready for him, he pushed the lubricated tip of his finger up into her. René hadn't expected him to use her anus, but didn't find his finger unpleasant as it entered her.

Jessie walked off the platform to a smattering of applause, as most of the women in the audience were now concentrating on Dorian's preparation for an assault on the young girl's anus.

René curled tightly into a ball as she felt him finger her asshole. Dorian slipped a second finger into her and let her adjust to it, and then started pushing his fingers apart.  As she got nervous, René tightened up, squeezing his fingers back together again, but when her muscles tired, she was compelled to relax and he opened her up a little more.

The more knowledgeable members of the audience, having had some experience with anal play, appreciated his efforts at making the lithe young thing as comfortable as possible. And, when Dorian had René open far enough, he poured some lube directly into her rectum, spreading it inward with one deft finger.

René glanced into the audience, saw that it seemed to consist of only women and smiled out at them, drawing a gasp of surprise from several members, including Val's sister, Heather.

René lay there, completely vulnerable to Dorian, while a mixture of curiosity, excitement and even fear flowed through her. She had not experimented with anal intercourse, and dreaded losing her last vestige of virginity to Dorian and not her lover, Jessie.

Valerie Marcolina squirmed in her seat. Around her women were openly masturbating, and those who weren't, were transfixed by the couple now on stage.

Dorian fitted a condom on himself then inserted the head of his dick into her opening. To René the sensation was completely different than expected and she squealed at the complex mix of pressure, pleasure and pain she felt as he
continued to press forward into her.

Her cries registered with her audience. Some felt an exhilaration, some were indignant at the seeming injustice of her anal debasement. But the audience remained silent other than the occasional gasp and muffled groan of pleasure from being masturbated by the person next to them.

Val was startled to see Katy Dide with her legs on Natalie's shoulders while the other was on her knees, head under Katy's dress, obviously going down on her.

On the stage, René made a keening sound as Dorian continued working his member into her anus, but now was attempting to divert her attention by rubbing her clit.

He succeeded as her body responded and relaxed her sphincter to the extent he managed to garner another two inches into her anal channel.

"It will be much easier for you from now on," he whispered to René, and she visibly relaxed on hearing his words.

Turning to his rapt audience, Dorian, ever the showman, called out, "This could be anyone of you out there." Then, trying for a laugh, he added, "Of course I mean that I could be fucking you. I know some of you are all too familiar with a strap-on."




Wilmington Woman's Club Ch. 73



He got the laugh he'd hoped for, and more.

Several women called out to him. One, Val thought it was Gladys Loudon, the wife of the District Attorney, called "I've one in my purse, shall I put it on and join you?"

That set Dorian to laughing, and it took a minute before he could reply.

"Dear woman," he said, "Once I finish my current business, if you're so inclined do join me on the stage and I'll make my ass available to you and your toy."

That endeared him to most of the audience, and the calls faded away allowing him to complete his encounter with René.

Slowly, he withdrew his member from her asshole, and then he turned her ass toward the audience showing them her gaping opening. 

"And now we're off to the races, feel free to cum with us, ladies." That said Dorian gave René her first long hard stroke then watched her body shake.

"Cum for me, René!" He hooted and began to move faster and faster, sliding his hand down and curling his fingers up into her pussy.  

René groaned with pleasure.

His hand left her pussy and moved to her breast and pinched a nipple.

"YES!" René screamed as he continued plowing into her ass.

"Cum for me! Cum for the audience, René!"

"OH, GOD!" she screamed even louder. 

Almost every woman in the audience had a hand on either their breast or their cunt, or someone else's.

Katy Dide had already cum several times from Natalie's mouth and tongue, but continued to hold her head fixed between her thighs.

Val's fingers were flying over her clit and she wanted nothing more than to cum at the same time as the darling girl on the stage, taking it up the ass.

"Are you coming?"Dorian yelled at the top of his voice as he finally slowed his pumping to a slow, in and out.

"YES!"

"Are you still coming?"

"YES! GOD, YES!  PLEASSE DON'T STOP. IT'S UNFUCKINBELIEVABLE!

Dorian felt himself about to cum, and he pulled out, turned to the audience and let his ejaculate fly − directly at the front row. Of course his sperm fell far short of reaching any of them, but the effect was spectacular. Every woman watching thought he was ejaculating directly at them, and a wave of lust broke over the audience surpassing anything that had occurred thus far.

*****

While Dorian and René took several bows to standing applause, Jay, AKA, Solo and Christy made their way on stage.

Val had thought another brief intermission would ensue, but when it didn't she as well as the rest of the audience settled back into their seats, muttering to one another about how incredible the performance's had been and wondering if anything could possible top it. 

Then Zara joined Jay Carter and Christy on stage.

Zara wore what appeared to be pajama bottoms and a bra from which her nipples protruded. Christy was dressed much the same as she dressed everyday; in jeans and a tight fitting top that accentuated her smallish breasts. On Zara's advice, Christy had rubbed her nipples vigorously before stepping out on stage, and now they were stiff and highly visible to the women in the audience.

The volume of applause that greeted them caught Val by surprise. It must be Mr. Solo's return, she thought, or might it be Zara's? At any rate the greeting means I have a success on my hands, not that I didn't know it already.

She glanced around, Katy was unabashedly fingering Natalie. There may be some repercussions from that tomorrow, Val told herself. It will be their problem, not mine. Then she returned her attention to the stage.

Jay appeared to have as much stage presence as Dorian, and took control immediately, control being the operative word for this segment which he had worked out with Dorian minutes before the opening curtain went up. 

Neither he, nor Dorian knew how the women in the act would respond, for that matter at the time they weren't sure which women would be involved. What the audience didn't know was that the entire act was improvised; the two women having been told to follow Jay's instructions to the letter or bear the consequences later.

Zara was a more than willing subject. Christy, who was new to the 'game,' entered it willingly enough, being a horny young thing that had been promised unforgettable orgasms. But as she was to be the recipient of some, shall we say, punishments, her full cooperation was in question.

As the applause died down, Jay spoke his first and only prearranged line: "Zara darling, would you please bring me the instruments?"

A look of surprise crossed Christy's face. Several members of the audience picked up on what was to follow and gasped aloud. Collectively thinking: Would they dare torture this young woman?

Zara went off stage and quickly returned with two skeins of rope, a blindfold, a leather collar and leash, and a ball gag. Christy's nervousness was apparent to the audience members, many of whose stomachs fluttered at the thought of watching someone being tied up and blindfolded.

Carter: "Christy, would you be so good as to sit down on this stool and raise your arms for me?"

Christy obliged him and Zara, sotto-voice to the audience more than Christy, said:  "Lace your fingers together behind your head, please. And spread your knees... like that. Good." 

Christy's embarrassment intensified; she was sure she looked ridiculous. Where is Dorian? She wondered. He promised me a good fucking. I thought it would be videoed, but had no idea there would be this many people present. 

She glanced into the audience. No men? I don't see any men out there... could it be only women watching me?

Any further thoughts along those lines ended when Zara and Jay set about binding her wrists, looping the nylon cord in quick curves and gently tightening the knots. They worked in silence, winding the rope around her torso and knotting it off periodically; when they needed Christy to shift position for better access, they gently, quietly guided the limb in question. 

When Jay tightened one section of rope, her breasts were hoisted, reminding Christy of the old Cross Your Heart bra ads. She had to bite the inside of her lip to keep from saying "It lifts and separates" and dissolving into nervous giggles. 

The first intentional cruelty occurred when Jay put his left hand round the back of her neck and grabbed a handful of hair, twisting it so that her face was tilted upward, providing the audience with a good view of what would follow.

Then he slapped her viciously across the face. She moaned and the audience felt her pain, or thought they did. "Do I have your attention?" Carter asked quietly. 

Before Christy could reply, he slapped her again.

"'Yes, sir," she answered hurriedly.

"Are you sure?" he said, slapping her again.

Val winced at the violence on stage. I hadn't bargained on this, she thought, and glanced quickly at the women around her. None of whom appeared out of sorts at what was happening on stage.

Val almost missed Christy's hasty reply, 
"Definitely sir! Most definitely."

Carter looked into the audience for a long moment, he had participated in S&M parties before; they were not new to him. If pressed, he would have admitted that he rather enjoyed punishing the ladies, but he preferred keeping that tidbit to himself.

"And are you going to be a good girl for me?" Jay inquired, and then slapped her again. Christy's face was now bright red and slightly swollen from the combined blows. 

"Yes, Yes, I am, sir!"'

"A very good girl?" 

"Slap."

"Please, sir...."

"Slap."

"I'll be a very good girl! I will, sir. Anything you want, please, no more slapping!"

"Good girl, Christy!" Jay smiled down at her and then slapped her three times in succession, sending her head sharply to the left then right, and then left.

Christy's head hung down, totally subjugated to him.

Grinning at the audience, he slowly tugged the zipper of her jeans down then slipped his hand inside and felt between her legs.

Looking out at his audience, Jay grinned lewdly and said, "You know she's wet, don't you?" He held a glistening finger up for the crowd to see then wiped it on Christy's cheek.

"A little assistance, Zara, please," he said, and Zara forced Christy to lean forward.

Leaning close to Christy's face, he said, "You can use the next few minutes to get used to the rope, my dear Christy." 

Then he walked over to Zara, and said, "Get naked for us, my dear."

Feigning that she was startled by his command, Zara faltered in complying and earned a sharp slap across her face that had half the women in the audience reacting as if it had been them he struck.

Zara quickly complied. 

"Zara, I want you to sit on the sofa," he said. She sat down quickly, only to have him readjust her position so that she sat with her back against the sofa's arm.

"Open your legs; I'm sure the audience wants to see your crown jewels, Zara."

As she spread her legs apart, revealing her completely shaven pussy to the audience, Jay turned to face the women in the audience. He smiled and said, Isn't Zara a true beauty?"

The audience reacted with a mix, some agreed with him, while the others for whatever reason, remained silent.

"And how about Christy, isn't she a beauty too?"

This time there was a murmur of approval from the audience.

Jay smiled out at the audience. Turning back to Zara he said, "Why don't you show the ladies out there how you get yourself off when you're horny, Zara?"

Zara refused to look out at the women watching her every move, but began touching her nether lips. 

"Very good, Zara, now just touch the outer labia, yes?" Zara flushed, but did as requested. 

Jay walked over to where Christy was bound and plucked at her right nipple. It began to stiffen as several women in the audience began to moan in anticipation of watching a woman masturbate before them.

Jay freed his cock from the confinement of his linen slacks. It was already throbbing in expectation of fucking either Zara or Christy; at this point he wasn't sure which one he would possess.

He had already decided to play with Christy while giving Zara various commands that would titillate both her and her audience.

He began lifting and gently squeezing Christy's twin mounds, sometimes devoting both hands to one breast then the other. He avoided Christy's nipples until she began to whine then came around to the front of the lab stool. Miraculously it hadn't toppled over as yet. 

Jay perched on the table close beside the stool and hooked his feet in its rungs. He met her eyes, as if making sure she was okay, and then returned his full attention to her breasts.

The massage he administered to her glorious globes was nothing short of marvelous. There is no emotional stroke in the world equivalent to inciting desire in one's partner, and Jay was inciting some twenty odd women besides Christy.

"Zara, open yourself," he called out after leaving a swollen nipple. "Pull back the lips so our guests can see inside."

Jay knew this kind of anatomical inspection would probably fill her with shame; but there was a good chance it would turn her on. After all, she was an exhibitionist.

"Show us how you strum your clit."

Zara rolled it around slowly, using the middle finger of her right hand. Every woman seems to have a slightly different method of doing it, according to which fingers or fingers they use, if they go fast or slow, if they like to push something inside, if they pinch their nipples while they do it, and so on.

All eyes were on Zara as her shame dissolved into lust and she fell into a rapt concentration on what she was doing. Shortly thereafter, she dipped her finger inside herself and spread some of the wetness she found onto her clit.

Jay returned his attentions to Christy's breasts, fondling them, squeezing them, plucking each nipple then stretching them.

The audience was spellbound.

Zara was now rapidly fingering herself, stopping only to sample her love juices by sticking two wet fingers into her mouth before returning them to her sodden cunt.

Jay addressed the audience again: "Ladies, it might interest you to know that before I'm finished with Christy here, she'll be giving us milk. Now if anyone is interested in sampling...."

Six women stormed the stage, including Valerie, her sister and the blonde who had blown Carter along with her sister, Heather in the opening act.

"For the benefit of our audience," Jay called out, "Christy, have you ever lactated before?"

"No sir, I haven't. Sir, I can't lactate, I'm not pregnant," she added before dropping her head to look at the floor.

"It may come as a shock to you, but you're about to give milk to several members of the audience."

Then with a flourish meant to enthrall the audience, Jay raised Christy's left breast and pinched the nipple.

Christy gave an involuntary moan. 

"Did that hurt?"

"No sir."

With that he lowered his head and began to suck on one rosy tip. The women now on stage hovered around her. Christy started to moan.  The blonde woman from the audience began to finger her.

Jay relinquished her nipple and Heather quickly took his place, licking and sucking on the girl's sensitive flesh.

Not to be forgotten, Zara was bringing herself to a shivering climax, and found Valerie at her side, cupping a breast then bringing her nipple to her mouth and sucking feverishly on it and heightening the girl's climax.

The blonde woman was now on her knees, spreading Christy's labia apart before assaulting Christy's cunt with her mouth.

Heather absorbed more and more of Christy's teat and Jay renewed his massaging of her other breast preparing it for his oral attack.

Unbeknownst to the woman on stage, Dorian, René and Jessie reappeared, and moved in close to Christy and those working on her.

"She should be close," Dorian said, alerting Jay to his presence.

"She is, very much so." Jay replied. 

Dorian handed Jay a crystal cup, and said, "Use this to show our audience she can give milk."

"Excuse me," Dorian said to Heather who was sucking away on Christy's right breast.  

With a loud sucking noise Heather broke free of the teat. "Yesssss?" she hissed, and several women saw the white mark surrounding her mouth, meaning either she was foaming at the mouth or Christy had already dispensed milk to her.

A moment later, Heather tripped over the blonde who was between Christy's legs munching away, and fell to the stage floor. Jessie immediately helped her to her feet.

Valerie abandoned Zara and ran to her sister's aid only to find that Heather was perfectly all right. Then the sister's stood by feeling stupid while Jay began squeezing Christy's breast so that the milky residue flowed steadily into the cup he was holding.

The blonde placed both hands on Christy's ass and pulled her cunt to her mouth and resumed eating her out.

René and Jessie moved to Zara, and when Jessie placed his erection within reach of Zara's mouth, René dropped to her knees and began tonguing Zara's twat. Jay was milking Christy's other teat now. And moments later holding out the cup filled with her milk, cried out, "Who wants a taste?" 

It was almost a riot as the remaining women in the audience stormed the stage. But Jay was ready, and as he had in the first act, directed them to line up in two rows ensuring each a taste of the young girl's milk. 

The audience was rewarded with another bonus. With Jay holding the cup like a chalice during a religious ceremony, each woman stepped forward and took a sip, and then without being told, knelt and kissed his long, throbbing cock before returning to their seats.

Dorian was very impressed with Jay's performance and made a mental note to approach him about working together again. Then he lifted his gaze and saw Zara being tended to by Jessie and René.

"Jessie!" he called out sharply.

"Yes, Dorian?"

"Stop that and get over here!"

Jessie quickly pulled his cock from Zara's tightly sealed mouth and strode to Dorian's side. But René remained with Zara and the two women quickly segued into a 69 on the sofa.

Dorian pointed to Heather and said "Fuck that one!"

"Val, please, come to me," Dorian said gently enough that Val never thought to refuse.

Somehow the small bed from Act 2 was shoved back onstage and both Heather and Valerie were laid out on it. Jessie mounted Heather in the missionary position, but Dorian prevented him from entering Val's sister, making him get on his knees while Heather remained on her back.

Dorian assumed a similar position with Val, the only difference being that he now faced Jessie and Heather's head was within his reach. The same of course, held true for Jessie and Valerie.

Both men seemed to enter the women at the same time. Dorian leaned in to Val and said, "Don't you dare cum until I tell you too."

He knew that Val, and most likely her sister, were focused on themselves. In a different situation Dorian would have questioned Val about her thoughts of the moment; and her fantasies, which he suspected were of nameless men doing erotic things to her for their own pleasure, regardless of whether she consented or not. He made a mental note to ask those and other similar questions at the earliest opportunity.

Dorian was partially right about what was running through Val's mind at the moment. She had always loved the feeling of a man entering her for the first time. It excited her for many reasons: The thought that she was capable of making a man's dick hard. She also thought fleetingly of how wonderful it was that a man's cock always felt different in thickness and length as they slid inside; and because of those fantastic feelings he was fully capable of using her in the most obscene ways without her really objecting.

Val felt all those things and more as Dorian began to fuck her. All the sordid events of the evening flashed before her eyes – from Jay Carter's sucking his own cock and having a horde of salivating women licking and sucking his cock before he ejaculated over a half dozen of them; to Dorian's artful seduction of Zara while the audience members reacted by masturbating openly or worse, finding another member and partnering with them in any number of ways.

Val found that she had lost track of what was transpiring on stage and glanced at her sister Heather partly to see how she was holding up and if her benefactor, a guy named Jessie, was as good as Dorian in the sack.

It occurred to her that both men were taking their time with them, allowing both her and Heather to adjust to their cocks. It's like synchronized fucking, Val thought, as Dorian's thick member pressed against her cervix and made her moan.

She expected that he would now begin to pump faster, but in this Val was mistaken. What Dorian was doing was sliding his cock almost all the way out of her and then slowly reentering her. It was a delicious series of sensations that had Val beguiled with pleasure. She felt her orgasm building off in the distance and recalled him warning her not to cum.

In order to take her mind of her impending climax, Val tried to determine what the others were doing. There are enough sexual sounds around me, she told herself, but was unable to see anything of consequence except for her sister, and of course, Heather was in exactly the same situation as she was.

Heather started to rock her hips back at Jessie as she moaned for him to fuck her harder. And he responded by slamming his formidable cock into her several times in rapid succession. Heather screamed with joyous rapture.

Val stifled a laugh, for here they were getting a royal screwing and her sister was complaining about the pace. Her sister's delighted moans caused Val's orgasm to begin to boil; and she scrambled mentally to force it to recede some, but she couldn't, or wouldn't allow it to fade completely.

Val reached down between her legs and found Dorian's cock on an outstroke. Her fist closed around it and she couldn't believe its heat and thickness. She quickly released it wanting inside her more than anything else and she was reworded as it surged into her and Dorian pounded her several times in succession, bring untold pleasure with each and every thrust.




Wilmington Woman's Club Ch. 73



Moaning deliriously, Val wrapped her legs around his hips and ground her pelvis back against him. 

"Okay, bitch, you can cum anytime now!" Dorian husked into her ear as he squeezed her breasts with both hands. 

Val's orgasm hit her like a steamroller. His words had triggered it, of that she was certain. Her whole body convulsed. He cunt closed down on his cock like a vise, her fingers dug into his back and the moment she felt his ejaculate coating her vaginal walls wave after wave of beatific bliss overwhelmed her.

Although Val was unaware of it, her sister was reaching a shuddering climax at about the same time. And then, with both sisters' oblivious for the moment, both Dorian and Jessie moved away from them while beckoning Christy and René over to the bed.

Dorian whispered a quick command into both young girls' ear and they quickly pounced upon Val and her sister and began touching them everywhere.

In her decidedly euphoric sexual daze Val realized that someone's hands were rubbing, squeezing, and probing her all over. 

Three other members of the audience joined Christy and René in the caressing and mauling of Heather and Val. 

Vaguely, Val realized that not one, but two or even three different hands were squeezing her breasts. Someone else had several fingers in her oozing pussy, and yet another person was forcing something up her ass.

Just as a mouth closed down on her right breast, Val managed to open her eyes. At first she didn't believe what she was seeing, but then her mind kicked in and things fell into focus. Four women were hovering around her, poking probing, kissing and licking at different parts of her body. One was her friend and occasional lover, Wanda who was licking away at Val's cunt. Her breast was being sucked by a plain looking woman with short blonde hair whose name Val couldn't recall. And after a second look, Val figured out that the District Attorney's wife, Gladys Loudon, was probing her ass with her tongue.

A second later everything was blacked out when René's face loomed over Val's and she sent her tongue into Val's open mouth.

The two shared the kiss for several minutes. Val closed her eyes and gave herself to the hands and mouths, not caring who was doing what and let herself moan contentedly while the other's plundered Val's orifices at will, switching off with each other, even leaving Val to couple with, or grope others now on stage.

The kiss with René ended with her being pulled forcibly from Val's mouth. Val gasped and opened her eyes to see an extraordinarily long cock surging into her startled, open mouth.

Jay! She thought before the lengthy shaft caused her to start choking. The missile backed up immediately, and on reentering was not as forceful or deep as it had been at first.

This I can handle, Val thought, and surrendered again to the fondling, caressing and probing of the women while sucking away at Jay's prodigious cock. 

How many mouths have had this instrument in them tonight? She wondered, but her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of her sister's orgasm beside her.

Heather! I forgot all about her! I forgot everything with all this...

"Lift your ass for me," Jay ordered more than asked, taking her out of her thoughts for the moment. Val did so without thinking. Jay sent two lubed fingers into her rectum. 

Where did all those hands go? Val wondered vaguely as Jay made small circles in her anus that brought her close to an orgasm; but somehow kept it from getting any closer than it was at the moment.

"Jay!" she barked pleadingly.

"Shush!" he whispered, "relax into the pleasure."

Val continued to whimper, wanting him to bring her over the edge, and as if heeding her desires, he added a third and then a fourth finger to her anus.

God, you could probably get a truck in there now, Val thought after the initial moans of pain from the stretching. But then the pain receded, or at least the new found pleasure surmounted it to the extent that she didn't care anymore.

Dazed, Val glanced around. She couldn't believe her eyes. Heather was being fisted by a thin brunette from the audience, and Wanda was sitting, or almost sitting on her face. 

Out of her fogged state, Val thought she heard Dorian's voice asking: "How many can she take?"

"Christy can fist her if you're ready," Jay replied.

Some poor bitch is in trouble, probably that Zara, Val thought.

A moment later she belatedly realized it was her they meant. She found herself on her back with legs raised as a thick cock entered her anus.

Not too bad, she thought. Jay opened me enough so it didn't hurt at all. She opened her eyes momentarily and saw that Dorian was fucking her anally. A shadow cut Dorian from view; she knew that Jay was about to send his monstrously long cock into her pussy. Oh, shit! I'm being doubled! She thought and they followed the old adage attributed to the Chinese philosopher, Confucius: When rape inevitable, relax and enjoy it.

She wanted them to come inside of her. She wanted for it to be her body that got them off, to be the object of their lust, to be used and fucked in every way. Her whole body quivered with excitement; and then she started her orgasms and kept coming until long after they'd left her inert body and moved on to other willing women.

*****

The orgy continued while Val lay dormant in a stupefied orgasmic bliss.

But her sister, Heather was begging for more. 
"I'll do anything you ask, just, please!"

Jessie, who had been fucking her up the ass, didn't reply. He cupped her mound firmly and shook his arm, which sent tremors through her. He slapped her cunt, concentrating on hitting the clit. She came with the third slap. The ache in her clit combined with the still reverberating nerves in her anus made her lightheaded. 

Zara squatted next to them and watched with little to no real interest. Jessie began rubbing his palm over Heather's clit and she started to cry, hoping he wouldn't stop just as Zara reached out and sent an exploratory finger into Heather's cunt while Jessie's fingers danced over her slippery clit. 

Zara pumped her fingers faster. Gasping, Heather warned them, "If you keep doing that... oh, Jesus, I'm gonna... c...c... CUM!" 

Her orgasm detonated before she could finish, and she fell sideways as she spasmed. Zara's fingers were yanked from her hole, but Jessie managed to continue his strumming as waves of pleasure overtook her. The sensation of his strong fingers on her clit became too much to endure, but he kept touching her as she shuddered and cried. Her body felt heavy and molten, as if she'd been recast into a whole new person. 

Moments later she was dimly aware of Solo's caresses on her thighs and belly, and Zara's tender kisses on her face. Have I died and gone to Heaven? She wondered before passing out from sexual exhaustion.

*****

An intense orgasm washed over Gladys. But Dorian continued to work his cock into her ass until she quieted and lay still. He let her rest for a few moments then said, "Now that you are relaxed, we can begin the real work. Turn over."

The moment she did, Christy began voluptuously kissing her mouth, almost bruising her lips. At the same time, Dorian spread oil over her breasts and kneaded it in. Gladys moaned unabashedly around Christy's tongue as the sensations from her nipples connected with her sex. Christy sucked in Gladys' full lower lip, ravishing it. Then she moved her mouth down to the older woman's throat, kissing and sucking as she moved along, leaving a half dozen highly visible hickeys Gladys would have difficulty explaining to her husband, the District Attorney the following morning.

But Gladys was beyond caring about anything but the sensations rippling through her body as Dorian tormented her breasts while delighting them at the same time. His fingers fluttering over her nipples, Christy's mouth on her neck, her ear, her throat, seemingly everywhere at once.

She arched her back and begged, "Someone... anyone... please suck them!"

Dorian obliged her and brought her to another crushing orgasm.

*****

René sought out Jay and pleaded with him to fuck her. He smiled kindly and told her he would... in time.

Using the fingers of both hands he worked on her pussy until it was open to twice its normal size when ready to accept a man's penis. Jay was a man who knew his way around a woman's pussy, and he soon had René moaning with anticipation by tugging on her abductor muscles and adding a third and then a fourth finger as she raised her pelvis in expectation of what was to come.

He waited patiently for René to settle and then maneuvered his hand until his thumb slipped in, and he began fisting her, twisting his wrist to the left and then the right. The unprecedented feeling of fullness sent René to her long awaited orgasm. But that was just the beginning. The more he moved his encased hand inside her, the closer she moved to rapture she hadn't believed possible.

She felt her fluids flushing around his fingers as he rubbed her clit with his other hand. René started pinching and pulling at her nipples to take her attention away from the pulsations coming from her center; waves seemed to be building each time he opened or closed his fist.

In a whisper he said, "You can let go now when you are ready."

Her orgasm already in progress for some time, moved into her nipples which she was still pulling and twisting and continued, but more roughly. Then with one final twist of his hand she exploded outward through her vagina and perineum. It continued up through her clitoris and mound, which he continued to stimulate with his other hand. René's senses were overwhelmed, and she began to scream, thrashing about as wave after wave after wave hit her. She thought it impossible for her to cum anymore and then she came again. 

Her body was soaked with sweat when Jay extracted his hand from her cunt. A moment later he covered her with a huge towel, kissed her softly on the lips and told her to go to sleep, which she had no trouble doing.

The men were drained and unable to perform further. Oh, they could have performed cunnilingus on one or more of the remaining women, but even the women appeared to have been satiated enough to start seeking out their clothing which was strewn everywhere, or so it seemed.

The members of the club left shortly thereafter, singly or in pairs. Strangely enough, not one of them spoke a word until they were several blocks away in the safety of their respective automobiles.

Dorian had his 'crew', along with Jay Cutler, picked up any incriminating evidence, and then paid them their agreed upon fees.

Val was the only woman from the club remaining, and this was to insure that Dorian and Cutler were satisfied with the money she gave them.

Jay offered her a ride home, but she declined, telling him she had her own car in the lot outside. She thanked him for a magnificent performance and gave him an addition $1000 as a bonus. She also gave Dorian a similar amount and shook his hand while thanking him and his entourage for an unforgettable evening.

"Yes, it was rather unusual," Dorian said. "Perhaps we can do it or something similar again.

"Perhaps we can," Val said, already wondering how she could possibly top tonight's show.



Wilmington Woman's Club Ch. 74



Marty Learns of the Marcolina/Gentner Meeting

"Marty..." K.C. said excitedly, "I think I'm on to something important."

"What is it, K.C.?"

"One of the girls works with me at Dockside Dolls named Star was telling me... well I should start with the fact that she's also dated Gentner. Anyway, Star's standing in line at the bank when she saw Gentner come in and sit down at Joe Marcolina's desk."

"Did he see her?"

"Um, I did ask her about that. She seemed positive he didn't recognize her. Said he knows her as a redhead. Um, she always wears a red wig when performing and making, um, house calls. Anyway, on this particular day I probably would have had trouble recognizing her because she was without most of her usual makeup, and she was wearing flats instead of the typical stiletto shoes that earmark our profession as erotic dancers."

"So, what did she see?"

"Um, by Star's account the meeting lasted about thirty minutes, and both men were smiling when it ended."

"She hung around that long? They might have spotted her, K.C."

"She said the lines were long and only two tellers working. Um, she didn't hang around gawking, or anything. She was waiting patiently in line like everyone else. She was still waiting when Gentner left."

"Jesus, are the bank's that slow these days?"

"It seems like they want everyone to use the ATM's, but hey, something's need a teller's help to get things done."

"Yeah..." He paused, and then said "That's great information, K.C."

"I knew you'd be pleased, Marty."

"He never called you back, did he?'

"No. I was sure he would, but he didn't."

"It's just as well, no sense in getting in harm's way unless it's absolutely necessary."

"Yeah, I'm kinda relieved that I don't have to spend any more time with him, he's too creepy for my money."

"What can you tell me about the banker?"

"Oh, Joe Marcolina... he's a native, high school football star. All the girls went nuts over him back then. He went off to North Carolina, didn't play football, though. It seems he took his studies seriously, he graduated with high honors. He met his wife when he was a senior. Rumor is he knocked her up, but she miscarried. Her name's Valerie and she's both good looking and a nice person. I met her once and couldn't believe how someone as wealthy as she was could be so down to earth. I mean she insisted on washing the dishes after this silly social thing ended."

"How do you know all this?"

"Well I was stacking the dishes and she..."

"I mean about Marcolina?"

"Oh..."

"I mean... I'm sorry, I interrupted you, what I meant to ask was what else can you tell me about Marcolina? What's his position at the bank? Where does he live?"

"Um, I don't have all the answers, Marty, but I can find out."

"It's important, K.C. it might be the key to getting at Gentner."

"You think?"

"Yeah, I think. Listen, meet me at the motel on Market, you know the one?"

"Yes."

We'll have some fun and I'll give you an envelope for Star in appreciation for her help." 

What he left unsaid was that another envelope would be waiting for her as well.

"I think you may have opened another door for me to explore about Mr. Gentner, baby, and I really appreciate it."

*****

Marty worked the phone that afternoon and in the early evening reached a man known only as Otto.

"Hello, is this Otto?"

"Who wants to know?"

"Billy Burke, from Wilkes-Barre sold me your name."

"How do you know this Billy Burke?"

"From about thirty five previous calls around; I only talked to him the one time."

"I don't think we have anything to talk about," Otto said curtly.

"Wait!" Marty called out, "It's very important that I speak to you, or whoever you finally decide to pass me on to."

"I don't know you; you might be a fed, or something, wanting to incriminate me."

"How can I persuade you to talk to me?"

"Where are you from?"

"Jersey City, Bayonne... that area."

"You know Donnie Albertoni?"

"No, but we have mutual acquaintances' could maybe vouch for me."

"Call them. See if they can persuade Donnie to give you an approval. I'll be talkin' with him at ten, so you better get on it."

"Okay, I will... and Otto... thanks." . *****

It took five calls before Marty found a guy who knew a guy who knew a guy that would put him in touch with Donnie Albertoni. 

"I know you from somewhere's?" Albertoni said.

"No. You may have heard of me though. My name's Marty Piatkowski, and...."

"Hold on... hey! Any of you assholes heard of a guy named Marty Piatkowski?"

The phone was silent for a minute, and then Marty heard a voice say, "Ask him he knows Ray-Ray Randino?"

Albertoni came back on the line and asked: "You know Ray-Ray Randino"? 

"Yeah, me and Ray-Ray grew up together. He was killed in a heist we pulled together a few years back."

"Hold on!"

Marty heard a whispered conversation going on, but was unable to understand what was said.

Suddenly Albertoni returned and asked: What about Sammy Pardo?"

"What about Sammy?" Marty countered.

"You know him?"

"I know he was last seen on December 29, 1989; I know they found his car with several bullet holes in the trunk. I know they never found Sammy. Maybe he's in Bolivia or someplace like that. He liked warm climates."

"He was a mean mother-fucker," Albertoni said.

"He was," Marty agreed.

"I understand you want something from my associate, Otto."

"Tell you what, Mr. Albertoni, I'm looking for Conrad Gentner. He fucked me on that heist I did eight years for. He got my girl hooked on drugs when he said he'd look out for her. She's dead as a result of his care. I want him. I want to seriously hurt him first, before I take him down. 

"Anybody around here you know might be willing to vouch for you, Marty?"

"Is Fat's Callahan still alive? He might vouch for me?" "Hold on," Albertoni said again, putting him on hold.

This time the wait was almost ten minutes, before Albertoni came back on the line. 

"Hello?"

"I'm still here," Marty said.

"The Fat man likes you, Marty, says you're all right. He thought Sammy Pardo was a prick too. Said the two of you were in a game at his place on the 29th. Say's Pardo lost a big hand and left, and you stayed late. That's what the man says."

"Fat's is a stand-up guy, Mr. Albertoni."

"He's willing to stick his neck out and vouch for you, Marty. My usual fee as intermediary is five grand. That okay with you?"

"Of course; I'll call Fat's, he'll front the money for me... let me call him and get back to you."

"I trust you, Marty. Call Otto around ten, ten-thirty. He'll be friendlier then."

"Thank you, Mr. Albertoni, I really appreciate this."

"Hey, the world will be a better place without that scumbag, Gentner, you want my opinion."

"I'll do my best to make the world a better place," Marty said as the connection ended.

Marty made the call to the fat man and got the name of a cracker along with a contact number from Otto at ten-fifteen that night.

He called Axle Dominefski the following morning.

"What you want seems to be for me to hack into this banks system and see who's got what, and where, that about right?"

Has it been done? I mean successfully?"

"Sure it has. People are making a nice profit from it. Some get caught. For example, there was a Russian, maybe 22-23 years old, hacked Citibank for $10 million. He left too many clues as to his person and is doing time after the Russians allowed him to be extradited. They didn't waste any time convicting him either. As you probably know money talks, he didn't stand a chance once they got hold of him."

"I don't recall reading about it," Marty said.

"This sort of thing happens a lot, but they tend to hush it up. No sense in telling everyone how vulnerable they really are. The feebi's require banks to report losses, but apparently the banks prefer avoiding potentially bad publicity by reporting losses as accounting efficiency errors. The losses are in the reports, but the Bureau doesn't get them. They only get reports of alleged crimes. The reports aren't specific enough to identify losses that could have come from hacking. In the case of larger losses, bank managers simply disregard the law for fear that customers would flee if the truth were known."

"Jesus... I had no idea it was so widespread," Marty said after a short pause while he contemplated what he had just heard.

"Can you do it?" he asked after absorbing the information just relayed to him.

"Got anybody inside the bank?"

"I'm not sure. I got a manager that's certainly crooked. I know he's working with one or more drug dealers... you know, laundering their money. I don't know how, not yet anyway."

"How big is this bank?"

"Not that big. It's certainly not the biggest one in town."

"What town, you don't mind my asking."

"I don't, I want you in on this. "It's Wilmington, um, North Carolina, not Delaware."

"Nice beaches in Wilmington."

"I guess," Marty agreed.

"Don't like the water?"

"Haven't had the time."

Dominefski laughed. "We pull this off; they'll be plenty of time for sun and surf."

"For sure," Marty said and both men laughed.

"This manager... he willing to work with you?"

"Not really. May have to twist his arm."

"Probably better getting someone else to open a door for us."

"You make it sound a lot like a robbery." "It is a robbery, after all, isn't it?"

"So, we get someone inside, then what?"

"Say it's a midsize bank, or smaller. They probably been aggressive moving into information technology and Internet banking. This has most likely caused them to get in over their heads, opening up security gaps. They rush in... don't comprehend it completely." 

"We get someone inside... how long for the heist to take place?"

"Hmmm, say, six months."

"Too fucking long. The guy I want to rob may not be around that long. Or he may take his money out, put it elsewhere."

"I dunno, virtually all banks, and most midsize and large companies, have by now installed a combination of hardware and software firewalls that sit between the outside world and the main gateway to the internal network. Some firewalls are harder to defeat than others, but we won't really care because I won't want to go through the network's main gateway anyway. I would look for the digital equivalent of rickety back doors and unlocked or easily breakable windows."

Dominefski paused to think for a moment, then said, "There is one device often overlooked: multipurpose printer/fax machines, usually left in auto-answer mode to receive faxes, but connected to the network for printing purposes. Online banking servers should be "air-gapped" from the bank's main network, meaning that no physical connection should exist between them, which would help in foiling hackers. But small and midsize banks rushing into online banking don't always take this basic precaution. Even better, some banks are placing their Internet-based services on servers run by outside Web site-hosting companies--servers that may be shared by other, far less security-intensive Web businesses. We could break into one of these other sites, take control of the server, and then jump into the bank's main network. This is an example of the "weakest-link" approach to hacking.

"I'm starting to like your thought processes," Marty said. "It's quite similar to planning an armored robbery, like an armored car job. Know the route, know the personnel, find an insider who knows when the big money is being transported, and assemble the right people for the job."

"It's exactly like that," Dominefski said. "Say we get access to one of the bank's computers. Discovering the passwords isn't that difficult. People like simple, predictable passwords like. 'God' or 'bigkahuna.' Even better, servers are often shipped from the factory loaded with supposedly default "backdoor" passwords meant for use by vendor technicians; these are sometimes known within the hacker community."

They were quiet for a time, then Dominefski asked, so what's my cut, this works out?"

"How's 30% sound?"

"We talking millions or thousands?"

"I would think it's in the millions, Axle."

"Goodie, I want to retire early."

"And have a long life afterward too, I would hope."

"You got that right!"

"Why don't you check into the Wilmington Hilton... say tomorrow night? I'll set you up with a choice female and the following day we can evaluate the local situation."

"Sounds good to me, boss. I particularly like the companionship part."

***** Axle Dominefski settled into the Hilton the following night and was greeted soon after by none other than K.C. herself, who entertained him immeasurably for the remainder of the evening and into the early dawn.

Marty dropped in on Axle around four in the afternoon and found him raring to go.

"What I suspect the banker's doing for Gentner is helping him launder the drug money," Marty began as soon as he sat down.

"Sounds likely," Dominefski replied. They do it several ways. One of the more popular ways is to buy into a business, like a car wash, or strip club. The real money men own casinos. You can't beat a gambling establishment for turning money over. But from what you're telling me, it seems Gentner hasn't had time to get those things off the ground; at least not fully. So that leaves off-shore accounts... maybe the Cayman Islands, maybe some other island retreat. I'll ask around."

"Hold on, we want this quiet, no advertising our business," Marty said quickly.

"Not to worry, Marty, when I say ask around, I'm talkin' my associates in the hacking business. We share information freely, in order to keep abreast of the information age, you know? And by the way, I want to thank you for the lovely present that was waiting for me last night. You... or should I say she made me a very happy camper."

"You're welcome. You need more R&R let me know."

"Oh, I want more. The more the merrier."

"Axle, I want your concentration devoted to the problem at hand."

"Aw, you got it, man. Don't worry on that, but send her back for seconds, please?"

"All right, just keep your mind on our business and you'll have all the cooze you ever want."

"Okay, have you had any luck getting next to someone on the inside of the bank?"

"Not yet, but I'm working on it."

"Yeah, you do that, Marty. It's the easiest way in." 

"Axle, you mentioned off-shore accounts. What can you tell me about wire transfers?"

"Wire transfers are encrypted... that is, scrambled into unintelligible text. It's not likely we'll break the encryption. Not that it's impossible; just ask cell phone manufacturers or any companies whose works are distributed on DVD. The banks were... well, some still are using the DES encryption scheme, formerly the standard for banks but now considered crackable with an inexpensive, custom-built computer. Any bank with enough money to make it worth hitting employs the vastly more secure, "Triple DES" scheme, which would require "as yet unknown technology" to break.

"Fortunately, we don't need to break it. We might be able to find a bank employee's 'pass phrase,' which is essentially a long password that unscrambles the information on his or her PC. We might be capable of hacking the wire transfer information before it's encrypted."

"Can you give me an example?" Marty asked.

"Sure, Axle replied. "There's a program called extended Trinu that dispatches tens of thousands of "slave" programs throughout the Internet to hide out. When the hacker triggers the "master" program, it in turn sends out commands that activate all the slaves to start sending out streams of system-crippling bogus data via the Internet. You can defend against 1 or 2 of these attacks, but not 10 or 20, let alone 10,000."

"That many?"

"Sure, it's relatively easy when using the right equipment. Then again, another approach might be to get our hands on a modified backup version of the software, typically stored in less well-protected facilities. Then all we'll have to do is shut down the working version − the easiest kind of hack − forcing the bank to fire up the secretly modified version. This approach exploits the common vulnerability known as 'default to insecure,' as when a store can't get through to the network to verify your credit card and approves the purchase rather than lose business."

"Wow!"

"The more I think about it, stealing the money won't be the hard part."

"No? What will?" "Banks are known for sparing no expense to track down anyone taking money from them. That amounts to a lot of pressure from all sorts of places. It's like they go back in time and round up a posse after placing a bounty on our heads."

"So, we send the money to our own off-shore accounts," Marty offered.

"Not good enough," Axle replied. "The pressure mounted by the bank's reward puts even more pressure on the off-shore accounts from their own governments who rely on our banks for substantial amounts of business. It's like their all related.

"What we do is push the monies through a number of these off-shore banks to a final destination. Hopefully, and I say hopefully, by the time they catch up to the last bank, we'll have cashed in the dough and moved it to a safer place before they can coerce the last link of our off-shore banks."

"In other words, once it's moving, keep it moving until we think it's safe to pull out. Then get the hell out of Dodge."

"Essentially, yeah." Axle waited a moment then added, "The end of the year would be the best time to do this. You know, with all the transactions... they create vast rivers of cash from all the shoppers and also lots of employees... bank tellers, and the like, take vacation days then too."

"Unfortunately we don't have the luxury of waiting that long, Axle."

"Too bad. Well, we work with what we got, right?'

"Right!"

*****

Later that afternoon, Marty received a call from K.C.

"Hey, I wanted to thank you for making Axle feel at home," Marty said genially.

"No problem. We whores are easy that way."

"Oh, K.C., don't be that way. I wasn't using you. Hell, I didn't ask you to fuck him!"

"It was certainly expected by him!" she said, and he knew her feelings were hurt by what had happened with Axle the night before.

"He's going to make us rich, babe, keep that in mind, will you?"

He heard a sniffle then, "He will, will he?"

"That's the plan."

"How?"

"He's gonna hack us into Marcolina's bank."

"And how's he going to do this?"

"We're working that end right now."

"I may have something for you along those lines."

"What is it?"

"I'm not sure. Maybe I shouldn't have opened my big mouth."

"C'mon, K.C. what is it?'

"Marcolina... you know he's a pussy hound, right?"

"So you tell me."

"His wife isn't crazy about it, that's all."

"Tell me more."

"Word is she caught him doing the secretary, you know?"

"And?"

"And to keep her happy and remaining Mrs. Marcolina, he's been paying her a bunch every month."

"Why? Most guys get divorced... would it cost him more that way? Is that it?'

"I don't know about that. I hear... and mind you, its pure rumor... the guy's going to run for mayor next year. He's lining up his backers now, doesn't want anything to rattle them before he's locked in."

"You do get around, K.C."

"I try, Marty. I try."

"That you do; so what else?"

"Her name is Valerie, goes by Val. She's good looking, and from what I've heard she's into sex."

"And you know this... how?"

"Several of the girls at Dockside Dolls, me included, were just approached by a private eye looking to see if we were interested in making some serious money at a private show."

"Doing what?"

"Anything asked of us. That could be just that, anything. The thing is, she... I mean, Valerie Marcolina's paying the freight for the show."




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"Very interesting," Marty said, thinking of how he might use the information.

"Are you working tonight?"

"Yeah I get off at two."

"I'll pick you up in the parking lot."

"Don't want to be seen with me, is that it?"

"Don't be silly, K.C. you know I can't afford to be made in this town."

"I know, Marty. I know. I'm sorry. See you then, baby."



Wilmington Woman's Club Ch. 75



Chapter 75

Val and Marty Meet

She was beginning to snort. K.C. always snorted just before coming. Marty loved watching her cum; how she scrunched up her face, and how her eyes closed, and how she clenched her teeth. 

As she reached the apex of her climax K.C. had a tendency to emit a long groan and then beat frantically at him with her fists. At this point K.C. was more animal-like than woman. Her heaving breasts pressed into his chest and he felt her heart pounding against his. 

Marty had held off coming and contented himself with nibbling at her ear causing K.C. to shiver and turn slightly; his fingers replaced his cock inside her and began a slow, methodical exploration of her vagina.

"What? Oh, yeah... that's nice, Marty."

Still jabbing his fingers into her, he added a third, turning his hand palm up in search of her g-spot. The familiar moan of gratification and the spongy softness combined to alert him that he'd found it.

"MARTY!"

"Got it baby! Get ready for a rough ride."

"The rougher the better, lover!"

He inhaled, savored her scent and gradually increased his thrusting.

"OHHH!"

"Like it?"

"YESSSS!"

Marty let a large gob of saliva fall upon the base of her vagina, worked it into her anus by rubbing lightly with his thumb then turned his hand so that it appeared to be shaking hands with her cunt and sent four fingers surging into her with a rapidity that took her breath away.

"OHHHH!"

Five thrusts later, Marty yanked the hand out and slapped her sharply on the mouth of her twat.

"AHHHH!"

"Hurt you, baby?"

"NO! I LOVED IT! DO IT AGAIN!" 

Three consecutive slaps followed, each drew a satisfied bark from K.C.'s throat.

Then he fed the slimy juice covered fingers to her mouth one at a time and laughed as she hungrily sucked each one clean. 

"Cock," she mumbled incoherently. "I want your cock!"

Marty knew better than to listen to this woman's demands and did the opposite -- falling upon her - lapping and licking at her folds, chewing the inner and sucking on the outer, bringing her to the edge of another tumultuous climax before crawling up her body and kissing her hard.

K.C. moaned throughout the kiss, and when it was over, Marty hissed in her ear, "Now for something different."

"Huh?" the stunned stripper mumbled, clearly incoherent and with her mind cluttered with sexual craving.

Marty slapped her pussy four consecutive times, and then inserted two fingers into her anus and four fingers from his other hand into her vagina. He waited for a count of three, and then began a rhythmic jabbing of fingers... first into the anus then as they began their withdrawal, the four fingers rammed into her cunt. Over and over and over; again and again and again they plowed into her, until K.C. was coming and coming and coming. Incoherent and confused, but rutting animalistically against the tormentingly sensual action of both hands fingering her. 

He paused... allowing her to reach a point from which her sensibilities returned then mounted her, using her ass and cunt interchangeably, he fucked her relentlessly until she was lost in a sensual oblivion, and only then did he allow himself to cum inside her.

"How many times did you cum?" he asked her. It had become a ritual with them.

"I'm not sure, Marty. I mean, I came plenty, but I lost track of them after a while."

"You were counting weren't you?"

"Yeah, sure... I got to fourteen, but then you did that thing... you know where you started slapping my twat and I kinda blanked out for a while."

"And when you came back?" he asked pensively.

"Maybe four or five more before I went bonkers. 

Then they were coming so fast I couldn't keep up."

"So, best guess then?"

"At least twenty... twenty-two, best guess."

"Nice to see I haven't lost my touch," he said without being egotistical about it.

"Oh no, Marty," she said. "I was telling one of the girls about you and she offered me $200 bucks if I'd introduce you."

"I thought you strippers got all the dick you wanted."

"No way! All's we meet are lonely husbands and weirdo's. They lust after a dream, not us. In fact, being perfectly honest about it, we've all fucked a couple guys from the club. But ask any of the girls they'll all say the same thing: ain't none of them worth a shit."

"You met me at the club."

"No I didn't. I met you outside the club.

Remember? My car wouldn't start and you helped me out?"

"I remember, K.C. I remember it well."

She giggled, hoping he might throw her another fuck.

But his mind had already turned to other matters. Gentner matters.

"Shit I gotta figure out how to get to this Marcolina guy, K.C."

"I told you about the wife... Valerie."

"Yeah, you mentioned she was into sex shows or something like that."

"Well she tried to hire some girls to fuck some guys in front of an audience."

"That's unusual, K.C."

"Tell me about it," she said and reached for a cigarette.

Marty lit it for her, and after taking a deep drag, K.C. offered her opinion.

"Thing is, she used an intermediary to approach you, right?"

"Yeah, this private investigator."

"Recall the name?"

"Um... shit I can't...."

"Think..." he said, trying to coax it out of her.

"It was... um, like a car...."

Marty sprang from the bed and found the yellow pages and thumbed through them.... Private Investigators... Carson-Crabbe -- Dalton -- Desoto!"

"Yeah! That's it, Desoto!" K.C. yelped.

Marty hugged her. After a moment he said, "Maybe I'll have a talk with him."

"Do you think that's wise, baby?"

"He's a man; I rough him up a little, who knows what he'll say."

"He looked like a cop, Marty," K.C. said, worried about Marty's well-being.

He thought about it for a minute. He took the cigarette from her and took a drag himself, then exhaled it toward the ceiling.

"You have a point. He might be a tough guy. He might be a former cop. I might find out something useful, but at the same time I might tip them off to the fact that I'm onto them. You're right, baby. It's not worth it. We know about them, they know nothing about us. Gentner does, but not that much and this way he stays in the dark. Yeah, you're right."

"So," K.C. cooed, you gonna jump my bones again?"

He smiled at her. "Why not? I'd say you earned it, wouldn't you?"

"I could call Star up. She'd love to join us."

"Do that, baby. I'm getting real horny all of sudden."

*****

Later that night, after K.C.'s friend Star had left, Marty concluded that he could get to Marcolina through his wife, and broached an idea to K.C.

"She's into sex... all kinds it seems. If I bump into her how hard could it be for me to get into her pants?"

"Under the right conditions, I'd say not that hard at all."

"What do you mean, under the right conditions?"

"Well you can't walk up to her and say 'Wanna fuck, Mrs. Marcolina?'"

Marty laughed. "You're so right. So how do I approach her?"

"I don't know," K.C. admitted. "But first impressions are important."

"They are, aren't they?" he said giving it some thought.

"So say you meet her... then what?"

"I say something that's not too stupid. Then I find a way to meet her again, say someplace where she feels safe; maybe I can buy her a drink, or give her a ride someplace."

"Starting to sound like a plan, Marty," K.C. said, pleased with him.

*****

K.C. had Star and another stripper get up early the next three days and discreetly follow Mrs. Marcolina.

It was at the hairdresser's that Star overheard Val telling the hairdresser that she was going to New York the following day on a shopping excursion.

From there it was easy to figure out which flight Val would take to the Big Apple, but it took a little undercover work to learn her return flight. But with Marty posing as Joe Marcolina, the airline freely provided her return flight number and time of arrival.

At first Marty considered taking the flight to New York and striking up an acquaintance with her. But K.C. pointed out several flaws and he dropped the idea.

"You would be better off meeting her at the airport when she returns," Star said off-handedly.

"Why?" Marty asked.

"Granted it's not as good as sitting next to her for an hour or so on the flight. But that makes bumping into her again a lot riskier back here."

"How so, Star?"

"First there's no guarantee you'll get to sit next to her, or even close by. She may not remember you later, although I'm inclined to think she would. Still, running into you twice in a day may appear suspicious, so if you do it should be more accidental, you know?"

"I agree with you. It has to be flawless, an accident, but seemingly plausible. In fact, it should be very plausible," K.C. offered, and went on to say: "We don't know what she knows about her husband's business. I mean his shady stuff. It would be too obvious to be on the same flight back, especially if you strike up any conversation with her."

And so Marty agreed with his strippers that he should bump into Val at the airport on her return. "I'll start the foreplay at the airport," he said. "I'll have to wing it from there."

"We'll figure out where, somehow." K.C. laughed.

"Yeah, he'll wing it at an as yet undetermined place," Star said, pointing at Marty's groin and the noticeable bulge therein.

Both Marty and K.C. joined Star in the laughter. A moment later, the three of them tumbled back onto the bed. 

Fun and games again.

.*****

The 'undetermined' spot was found in the next morning's Wilmington Star-News. A dinner honoring renowned banker, Gerry Attric was to be held at the Hilton that night. It seemed logical that Joe Marcolina would be there. It followed that Val's shopping in New York may have to do with finding a dress or other item needed for the event.

The foreplay began when Marty 'accidently' met Valerie Marcolina at the Wilmington Airport Terminal. K.C. had had Star follow Valerie as she boarded the flight to New York just to make certain she left town.

Marty and K.C. were waiting when Val disembarked from the 4:30 flight. 

K.C. spotted her and alerted Marty who was sitting at the bar. He quickly found K.C. standing nervously outside the Ladies room.

"She's inside," she gasped, having almost run the length of the airport terminal to catch up with Mrs. Marcolina.

"Go on in; maybe talk to her if you can. I'll do something when she comes out."

"What?"

'"Damned if I know right now. I'll think of something," he said and laughed at the absurdity of his remark. "I plan heists. I'll think of something."

KC was feigning use of the airport terminal's ladies room; and Marty was waiting just outside the door when Val emerged loaded down with dresses and presents for Gerry Attric's dinner later that evening. She promptly collided with him, dropping her packages.

Marty apologized profusely, and Val let him, knowing full well it was entirely her fault. He gave her his shy smile, for there was something about her manner that told him she'd prefer shyness to boldness.

"Hey," he said, "I'm awfully sorry about that," as he stooped to gather up Val's packages; surprising himself by initiating a conversation with a complete stranger when he wanted nothing more than to keep a low profile while in town.

Val gave him a smile, and told him that he wasn't at all to blame, that she had not been looking when she barged out of the restroom. Then she looked around hoping to see someone she knew to put an end to what to her was a meaningless conversation.

Marty began to introduce himself, Val frowned, and said, "I'm sorry, but I have to go, I'm late for a meeting."

He watched her ass wiggle away in the passing crowd, thinking, she may be the first woman I've really wanted since the woman in Asbury Park, and now she's gone.

His brief reverie was interrupted when KC came out and tapped his shoulder, saying, "Letting that Machiavellian mind of yours wander a little, Marty?"

"Um, no... I just... she has a terrific looking ass and I started daydreaming."

"Well, keep it in mind who that ass belongs too.

"You book me into the Hilton?"

"You know it, Marty."

"Um, we were speaking of ass a minute ago."

"Yes, Marty?"

"I'd like a little of yours. Are you in the mood?"

K. C. laughed. "Beats having a drink at the airport bar," and took his arm as he retrieved his bag from a nearby locker.

*****

Several hours later, Marty spied Val in the lobby of the Hilton. She was wearing an expensive, gorgeous royal blue dress, which flattered her breasts and showed her legs off to their best advantage and didn't see him as she entered the restroom just outside the bar. 

He waited patiently for her to come out. When she did, he followed her back into the banquet hall where the speakers were trying to roast Gerry Attric.

A few short minutes later, Val wandered away and found her way to the hotel bar, ordered a drink and began to flirt with the bartender. Marty found a nearby phone and called K.C. in the room. "I've found her. I'm going to try and pick her up. She's slightly drunk and if I'm lucky, I'll buy her a couple more drinks and hustle her up to the room."

"Then I'll get out. I'll take my stuff with me." 

"Yeah, thanks, K.C. so where are you going?"

"Home, where else?"

"Thanks again. I'll touch base with you in the morning; fill you in on what happens with her."

"Not the sordid details, Marty, just the pertinent facts, okay?"

"Yeah," he laughed and then hung up the phone then returned to the bar. When he saw an opportunity, he sat down next to her, and placed his hand on her back. Val turned, saw him and smiled. She was slightly drunk, and a lustful expression crossed her eyes, as she took him in. 

He had thick black hair, and slight evening stubble shaded his strong jaw line.

He's got eminently kissable lips, she thought, and a nanosecond later followed with: And those dark, liquid eyes tell me he wants to fuck me. 

Christ, what a slut I am turning into.

She knew her eyes must be sending back the same message, and took a deep breath and said, "I remember you. "You helped me with my packages."

"Yes, and I've been thinking about you ever since." 

His words penetrated her the same way a hot middle finger would have parted her creamy cunt. 

She had never met anyone as confident and self-assured as he was. He seemed so shy when we bumped into each other, she thought and smiled; her mind was momentarily filled with images of him caressing her nude body with a rose. "Thank you," she said simply.

"I'm so glad I ran into you again," he said as his eyes raked her body. Real pearls draped her neck, and diamond earrings hung from her earlobes. She also wore an engagement ring the size of a charcoal briquette. She was definitely high class. 

"Do you have a light?" A cigarette appeared out of nowhere and she angled it toward him, the diamond and emerald bracelet on her wrist sparkling under the lights of the bar. She used the cigarette as a prop, and she used it better than anyone Marty had ever seen. 

"Sorry, they recommend that I stay away from open flames," he replied, and got a condescending smile from her as the bartender waved a lit match in front of Val's face. 

"I don't play with matches, but I can buy you a drink if you'll let me."

"I don't see the harm in a little drink." 

"That's what I've always said." 

She didn't mince words. This was a woman who definitely knew what she wanted. "Chardonnay would be nice."

"Yes. Bring us a nice California Chardonnay," he said, nodding to the bartender. "Now where was I? Oh, yes. Glad to catch up with you again."

"Well you've caught me, but I'm with my husband."

"He's still inside at the reception though," Marty offered as if that gave them a reason to become friendlier.

"Yes, he is," she admitted then sighed. 

For the first time Marty noticed a chink in her platinum armor. "It seems like he's always in another room."

The bartender brought the wine.

""You live here...in Wilmington," he said, making it a fact and not a question.

And you don't," Val replied, taking the same tact with him as he had with her.

"Tell me," she said, waving her cigarette imperiously. "What is it that you do?" 

"What would you want me to do?" 

She laughed and placed her right hand on top of his left. 

"That's a very tempting question," she said picking up her glass of wine and taking a small sip. "Are you staying here in the hotel?" 

Marty nodded, took his glass, and looking into her eyes, touched it to hers, "To you, beautiful."

"How nice," Val said a second later, but it took all her willpower to remain standing, for her knees were shaking violently. She forced herself to continue talking. "And now your hand is on my back." 

He heard the slur in her words, and let his hand drop to cup the swell of her behind. She managed to laugh, and say, "Why, thank you." 

Marty took a chance and sent out a direct probe. "You and your husband don't get along?" 

"Unfortunately, yes." She pointed to the lobby just outside the bar. "He's that tall lummox over there." Joe Marcolina was talking with several real estate types between the Ballroom and the bar. 

"Well he's kind of far away," Marty said, hoping to keep the conversation going; hoping to somehow persuade her to leave with him, possibly get her to his room.

"I don't care for him so much these days," she said, trying to make it sound off-handed but missing her mark.

"Caught him fucking around on you?"

She waited for a count of three before answering. "You're very blunt, but yes, I did, and he hasn't stopped."

"And that's a pity," Marty said rubbing his hand on her derriere. 

"I've stopped caring about it. The only thing... the only reason I stay married to him is Caroline, our daughter. She's so young... it would be traumatic for her if we went our separate ways. And...."

"And what?" Marty inquired.

"He's paying me to stay with him... for political reasons. He intends to run for mayor."

Marty changed tactics, saying, "I'm hungry, are you?"

"I could eat something. All I've been doing is drinking."

"That could be a waste of time, given how young the evening is."

"You have plans for me?"

Maybe, but let's get out of here and grab a bite to eat. I'm hungry."

"And when a man's hungry a woman should see to it that he gets fed," Val added, and they shared a laugh as they readied to leave the hotel bar.

They hailed a cab and headed to the Deluxe, near the foot of Market Street. In the cab, Val asked Marty if he was married.

"No, never had the pleasure. There was someone... but I was away and she died. It took me a long time to get over it."

"I'm so sorry," Val said and meant it.

"Thank you, I appreciate it," he said and covered her hand with his.

He's nice, Val told herself, but why am I going off with him? A moment later she admitted the reason to herself. He's hot. I'm turning into a slut. Maybe I've always been a slut. Anyway, I need a good fucking.

They arrived at Deluxe, were seated and ordered a bottle of wine.

"I should tell you that I have a strong imagination. And I never got a chance to fulfill that part of me with Gloria."

So, that was her name, Val thought.

"I've always thought that when two people decide they want to be together that they should take the time to explore sex rather than just jump one another's bones."

Val's eyebrows arched at this, the conversation had taken a decidedly risqué turn. "Oh," she said, unable to contain the words from spilling out. She felt nervous butterflies swarming around in her stomach, and took a sip of her wine.

"So you're an explorer, are you?" Val said. She had done plenty of exploring with Joe, and then some more with Gerry Attric, but something told her that with this guy it would be different and better.




Wilmington Woman's Club Ch. 75



The waiter appeared at their table and he ordered stone crabs and oysters on the half shell for both of them; while Val wondered what it would be like to "explore" with him.

"Actually, I didn't mean it that way. What I meant..." He realized he might have pushed the conversation too far too fast, and tried to salvage the moment, saying "I'm sorry, beautiful, am I making you nervous?"

"No, no," she said quickly. "Please. Go on."

Val looked out the window. They were facing west, and the sun had dipped below the horizon. The last rays of sunlight over the river caught the vapor trails from a jet plane, painting them red. The clouds, lower in the sky, had faded to pink. It was a magnificent sunset, and as the room grew darker as dusk settled over the city, the waiter brought their salads, refilled their wine glasses, and lit the candle on the table.

"Well, anyway, with Gloria I pushed her to do things, to try things... you know, and then I went away. She was a fragile thing. I mean that two ways. She was a skinny little kid, but she was also easily led. She knew I loved her. I have no doubt she loved me back, but in my absence she tried drugs... heroin, to be specific. It killed her. And that haunts me. I think if I had learned some things a little earlier, it would have worked out for us. It didn't, and that's that."

"I'm so sorry," Val murmured and reached out for his hand and squeezed it.

He raised her hand to his lips, brushed them over her fingertips, while she held her breath. Not since Paris... she thought. I haven't felt like this since that wonderful night in Paris.

He continued to hold her fingers to his lips. He leaned closer to her, touched her cheek with his fingertips. Their lips touched. Her eyes closed. Her lips parted, and she felt his tongue touch hers, lightly, teasing, with just the tip of his tongue. His teeth brushed her lower lip. His kiss was gentle, sensuous, nibbling, tasting, and very exciting.

"Hmmm," she murmured, and thought, I wouldn't have expected him to be so gentle. 

"I've wanted to do that since I first laid eyes on you, but didn't. I have to tell you... you reek class, and I thought you'd reject me."

"Reject you? Oh, no... but if you think I reek, well perhaps I should reject you." But she had a smile on her lips that was unmistakable. "Do I really smell so badly?"

"No, no! What I meant was that you... well, obviously you have money," he touched one of her diamond earrings to emphasize his point. 

She laughed and he joined her half a beat later.

The waiter served a half dozen iced oysters on the half shell, momentarily destroying the mood. Marty quickly ate one of the oysters with lemon and cocktail sauce. Val slowly spread cocktail sauce and horseradish on one of the oysters, took her fork, and plucked the oyster from its shell. Marty stared as she opened her mouth, placed it on her tongue, and drew it into her mouth.

She caught him staring, and she looked at him. "Oh, I'm sorry, am I making you nervous?" she said, realizing that oysters could be a sensual kind of thing. She just kept looking at him, waiting to see how he would handle himself.

"I'm sorry. Watching you eat that oyster. The way you placed it on your tongue and drew it into your mouth...."

She grinned knowingly, briefly wondering if she had the nerve to crawl under the table and suck his cock as she had Gerry Attric's. She let the thought linger a moment longer before deciding it would be less than prudent to be caught out in public and cause a scandal.

Instead, she widened her eyes and said provocatively, "Yes?"

Marty didn't answer. He took his fork, plucked another oyster from its shell, dipped it in sauce and brought it close to her mouth. She closed her eyes, opened her mouth and extended her tongue. He placed the oyster on her tongue and she sucked it into her mouth, a look of sheer pleasure on her face.

"Damn, but you're a very sexy woman."

Val suddenly realized just how turned on she was. She felt safe. She felt like she could be herself. Anything she did would be okay. She was definitely horny.

She took an oyster, dipped it in the sauce and served it to him. As she held it on the fork, he licked the sauce from it, running his tongue all over the oyster without taking it from the fork. Finally, he drew it between his lips and gently sucked it from the fork and into his mouth. 

"Mmmm," he whispered as he did. "I love the fresh taste of oysters. I love the way an oyster feels on my tongue. I especially love to find the pearl in the oyster, find it with my tongue, lick it taste it...."

Oh, my God, she thought as he held her eyes with his then leaned forward and brushed her lips with his, flicked his tongue over her lips, and licked a bit of cocktail sauce from her mouth. "Don't want to waste any," he said.

Where was this headed? Val asked herself and smiled. Well, I know where I want it to go, she admitted to herself.

"That's a lovely dress you have on," Marty said with a smile.

"And you want to know what's under it, do you?"

"What?"

"I said you want to know what's under it. Isn't that what you were about to ask me?"

He laughed and said, "What are you wearing under the dress?"

"Just a bra and panties, no garter belt, no corset; it's just me and some frilly undies," she answered without hesitation. 

"Nothing else?"

"No, nothing else."

"Tell me about them."

"White, with lacy frills."

"I'd like to see them."

She smiled. "Yes, I'm sure you would."

"I'd like to see them now."

He wasn't kidding. "Uh huh," she mumbled, 

"Listen," she said recovering slightly. "I don't want anything foolish to happen here, or to the dress for that matter."

"I won't let anything happen to your dress. It's too pretty to soil."

Val stood, "Excuse me; I have to go to the powder room for a moment."

Marty stood until she passed him then watched her walk, saw the extra swing she put into her hips and knew it was for his benefit.

In the rest room, Val quickly entered a stall, raised her dress and pulled her pantyhose down followed immediately by her panties. She sat down and took a moment to reflect on whether she should take the pantyhose off along with the panties and decided to put them back on after removing the lacy undies. Finally she held the panties in her hand and saw how damp they were with her juices.

He would know how turned on she was. This made her nervous, but excited her more. Silently, without really thinking, she got up from the commode, unzipped her dress, opened the bra and took it off and put it in her purse. She took several minutes examining herself in the mirror making sure her breasts would remain confined within the dress and not pop out. Had that been the case, he would have been out of luck with her taking the bra off.

What else he would want her to do? He'd said he was imaginative. Well, if he wanted her to do anything too outrageous, she could say no. Couldn't she?

Val rolled her panties into a ball, concealing them in her hand, took a deep breath, and left the ladies room. She hurried to the table and sat down, nervously looking at her plate, the panties clenched tightly in her fist.

"May I?"

Val looked at him. He was holding his open palm toward her. She placed the damp white ball in his hand. He took it, held it to his lips and looked at her, holding her eyes with his. "Thank you. That wasn't so difficult, was it?"

She shook her head from side to side, unable to verbalize an answer as she thought, how many men ask their women to do what I've just done? Not all that many I bet. Almost immediately Val felt a confidence sweep over her.

"You're excited, aren't you?" Once again Val shook her head from side to side.

Her face flushed. She grew even more nervous as the waiter appeared with their salads. He was holding her panties in his hand. Would the waiter see them? Would he know how aroused she was?

Marty coolly put the panties in the breast pocket of his jacket and the waiter left after what seemed an eternity. Val took a deep breath. Had she been holding her breath the whole time he was serving the salads?

He took the panties out, unfolded them and brought them to his face, and said, "I can't wait to taste you."

He's going to smell them — going to smell me! She flushed, God, everything he does turns me on! 

"Yes," she hissed as his tongue darted out to lick the gusset of her panties.

"You have a unique flavor to you," he told her as if asking her to pass the salt. "May I keep them?"

A long moment passed before she could bring herself to answer him. "Yes," she croaked.

They ate their salads in silence, the erotic tension building in Val's head. Then suddenly, Marty's words shattered the silence. "Take the middle finger of your right hand, put it inside you then give me the finger so I can taste you."

Stunned, Val could only look at him.

"Now, please."

Without another thought, she took her hand, moved it to her lap, and slid it under her dress. She was shaking as she slid her middle finger over her exposed lips and into her... self. She was hot; sopping wet. Involuntarily, her muscles tightened around the finger.

Marty leaned closer. "Let me taste your sweetness."

He says it so off-handedly one would think he was remarking on the weather outside, Val thought as she brought her finger to his lips. 

He licked just the tip of her finger with the tip of his tongue. She moaned softly, imagining his kiss and his tongue in other places. She returned to reality as he gently bit the tip of the finger while teasing it with his tongue, sucked it, swirled his tongue around it. Was he trying to show her how to suck his cock? She damn well knew how to do that; Joe and several others including Gerry Attric, had given her glowing praise for her abilities in that regard.

Still, his actions had her yearning to suck his cock; to have him spew his load down her throat so she might swallow it all.

"Do you want to taste me like that?" He said, interrupting her thoughts. 

Can he read my fucking mind? But she quickly replied, "Yes."

"Want to feel my hard cock in your mouth?"

"Yes."

"Want to feel it throbbing, pulsing? Taste me when I explode in your mouth?"

"Yessss!" she fairly hissed the last syllables of the word.

He leaned into her, pressing his lips to hers. His lips parted, and she felt his tongue teasing her lips. She opened her mouth, and his tongue slipped inside. She sucked his tongue; let it slide in and out between her lips and swirled her tongue around his. His tongue felt good.

He moaned softly into her mouth.

The kiss lasted forever.

Val couldn't recall being this turned on. I guess I was usually fucking or sucking my partner by this point, she thought, only to be brought out of her reverie by his next words.

"Now, take the middle finger of your left hand, and wet it in your mouth. Take it all the way into your mouth and get it nice and wet. Think about my cock. Think about sucking my cock." Mindlessly, completely absorbed, Val did as he said. "Now take the tip of that finger and place it just inside the lips of your pussy, letting the rest of the finger press on your clitoris."

"Ohhhh."

"Think about my tongue sliding between your lips like that. Think about my tongue moving up, lightly caressing your clit. Let your finger be my tongue. Let it move over your clit, teasing, tasting. Let my tongue inflame you."

"Oh, my God!"

"Take your right hand; take two fingers... put them in your cunt."

Val moaned softly, but took her right hand, slid it under her dress, between her legs. Jesus, I'm so wet! The fingers slid in easily. She squeezed the fingers, as her hand moved over her clit.

"Put the two fingers in your cunt and think about my cock inside you. I want you to think about how that will feel. My hard cock, throbbing inside you; it's filling you, filling you all up."

Val was squirming in her chair. Two fingers moving inside her, her other finger massaging her exposed clitoris. Her brain filled with images of his cock in her pussy, in her mouth, his tongue on her. If she kept this up, she'd have an orgasm right here at the table.

"Don't you dare cum!"

He is a mind reader! She concluded. She was so close. Wanted to come, needed to come, but did she dare? He'd told her not too... she had better not. He would make a scene. People would know. It would be mortifying. Someone here must know who she was. Having dinner with a man wasn't a crime. It could be anything; a social affair, a business meeting, anything, all above board. All innocent, unless they can also read my mind, or my face.

Suddenly Val was happy he had prohibited her from coming. It made things even more exciting. But how much more could she take?

She froze. The waiter appeared with the main course. Her hands were under her dress. She knew the air must be filled with the scent of sex. She didn't move.

The waiter placed two plates of colorful stone crab claws in front of them, beautifully arranged on a bed of lettuce, with tomatoes and other cold vegetables completing the presentation. Slowly, the waiter refreshed the wine glasses. Val was afraid to look at him. She wondered, though, if he was looking at her, knowing what she was doing with her hands.

Finally, the waiter departed.

"I want you to leave your hands where they are. I will feed you. I want you to imagine that your hands are tied, that you are bound and that you have given control to me. I will control your pleasure, and I will give you exquisite pleasures. I will control your orgasms. You will not come without my permission. Your orgasms will be your gift to me, and I will take pleasure in them. And in turn they will be my gift to you."

He paused to give her a sip of wine; her mind was reeling.

Marty cracked one of the claws, and peeled the shell away. The sweet meat fell from the claw in chunks. He took one of the chunks between his fingers, dipped it in the sauce, and offered it to her. She took it with her mouth, nibbling his fingers as she did, licking his fingers clean.

They ate dinner silently. He fed her the delicious crab meat; gave her sips of wine. She watched him eat, slowly, sensuously, licking and sucking the sweet meat. Her hands remained under her dress through dinner. Once, he wanted to taste her. She withdrew her two fingers and he sucked them. Once, he offered an entire claw to her, told her it was his cock, told her to eat it. Once, he told her to take the middle finger of her left hand, dip it in the remoulade and suck it like a cock, then put it back between her legs and imagine the head of his cock against her clit.

All through dinner he kept her on the edge.

As they finished dinner, he leaned close and kissed her cheek, then lightly brushed her lips with his. He kissed her, nibbling her lips, teasing with his tongue. He broke the kiss, then kissed her ear, and whispered, "Think about my mouth on your pussy. When I kiss your lips, imagine I am kissing your sweet pussy lips. When my tongue touches yours, imagine my tongue is touching your clit, when your fingers move inside you, imagine my cock thrusting deep inside you."

She managed a low moan through what was suddenly a parched throat.

He placed his lips on hers again, drew her lower lip between his, and sucked gently, running his tongue over her lip. His tongue touched hers. She gasped. It was as if it were between her legs. It was all connected now in her head. It was all the same; one feeling. She was close to coming.

Reading her mind, he said, "Not yet," and she groaned.

"Now," he whispered, "I want you to imagine my mouth on you. Not your mouth — your cunt. Picture my mouth munching on you."

Blinking her eyes repeatedly, she realized he had taken her breath away. She squirmed in her chair.

"Yes, can you feel me licking you?" he whispered then kissed her. 

She was whimpering now, squirming, hips moving in her seat, her muscles contracting around her fingers. She was on the edge. She felt everything he said. His tongue danced in her mouth.

Tearing his lips from hers, he growled, "Now, come for me, come for me!"

She closed her eyes, and instantly felt the first wave build and crash over her. That was followed by another and another. Off in the distance, she felt his lips back on hers, nibbling and licking and sucking. 

He was whispering too, but she was no longer listening; only feeling, wave after wave of pleasure and desperately trying not to scream.

Finally, she came down. She could not believe what she had just done. She opened her eyes, looked at him, and saw him smiling, saw his blue eyes shining.

Val sat at the table in a trance, barely comprehending what she had just done. Her hands were under the tablecloth, between her legs. She had just masturbated in a public restaurant — on his command — it had been incredible. And, even more amazing, she realized, she wanted more. 

Somewhere, some part of her brain heard him say, "Come on, it's time to leave." Still dazed, she let him lead her from the restaurant. She was beginning to come to grips with what had happened. What had he done to her? What she had done?

To be continued...



Wilmington Woman's Club Ch. 76



Chapter 76

Val & Marty, continued

Back at the hotel, they waited for the elevator which carried people between the lobby and the twenty-fourth floor of the hotel. Another couple got on the elevator ahead of them and stepped to the side. Marty and Val got on the elevator and moved to the back. "Would you hit fifteen, please?" Marty asked politely.

As the doors closed, Marty kissed Val softly. She nervously eyed the other couple who were holding hands and facing the front of the elevator which was almost all glass, except for the back wall, which was polished chrome. The other couple could see their reflection as they kissed as they rose rapidly to the seventh floor. She hadn't had a chance to go to the ladies room, to wash her hands, to clean herself. She was sure they could smell her sex. 

The elevator stopped at the fourteenth floor. The other couple left. The doors closed. Val's pulse raced as Marty took her hands in his, pinning them above her head. He pressed his body to hers, pressing her against the glass door of the elevator. His mouth was on hers, his tongue teasing her lips. After all that had happened during dinner, it was wonderful to actually feel his body against hers. She kissed him hungrily. He stepped back; pressed the STOP button on the elevator.

He parted her lips with his tongue then slid his tongue into her mouth, taking her breath away. His tongue found hers, swirled around hers. He drew her tongue between his lips, and gently sucked her tongue. God, she loved that.

He slid his hands under her thighs, pulling her into him, lifting her. He easily supported her 108 pounds as her body pressed against the glass, her arms stretched above her.

Oh, God, she thought, anyone can see us... anyone can see me! If Joe came out looking for her — if he were to glance up....

Vaguely she realized he had freed a breast from her dress, she became fully aware of what was transpiring the second his mouth closed down upon the exposed nipple. Val gasped with pleasure, forgot Joe, forgot everything as his tongue gently circled her areola then licked the nipple causing her to moan aloud.

She squirmed against him, rubbed herself against him. She felt the hardness in his pants. She wanted him badly enough at the moment to let him take her on the floor of the elevator.

He moved to the other nipple. It felt so good, so different from what he did to the other one. He sucked, hard, drawing the nipple into his mouth. She moaned and writhed against him.

He kissed her mouth then whispered in her ear, "Prepare yourself, I'm going to kiss you between the legs."

"Your room... please, let's go to the room!"

"Don't you want to come?"

"Of course I do, but anyone can look up and see...."

"Doesn't that add to the excitement?"

"Yes... but...."

"Lift the dress."

She hesitated, remembering that he had made her remove her underwear at the table, that she wore only her pantyhose under the dress. Val's mind was racing: They were surrounded by glass, in the elevator with a wonderful view of the lobby and the entrance to the ballroom so many floors below. But could anyone see into the elevator? Of course they could. All they had to do was look up.

"Now, please!" he said in a taut voice that inflamed her even more.

Had that exhibitionistic slut, Bernie ever done this? Val thought not, but made a mental note to ask her if they ever spoke again. Why the fuck am I wondering about her? I'm in a situation here... it's my decision to make.... But even as her mind was struggling to come to a decision, her hands were raising the dress.

She stood naked to the hips before him, wearing only her pantyhose and shoes.

Oh, shit!

"I'm going to suck your clit and fuck you with my tongue. But you will not come. I want to take you to the edge, but you will not come."

Oh, shit, shit, shit!

He crouched between her legs, and with his hands under her thighs, lifted her as he pushed her legs apart. Val shrieked as his teeth found a purchase in the pantyhose and tore them apart, wrenching several pubic hairs from her loins and drawing a horrified scream from her throat.

A second later his tongue found her wetness. When it slid inside her, she began to writhe against him, squirming against the glass door, suddenly uncaring that anyone looking their way could see her naked and splayed apart with a man between her legs, eating her. 

"I... I need to come!"

"Not yet!"

He licked her clit, then gently drew it between his lips and sucked. Val moaned louder. She kept moaning as he licked her, fought the building orgasm. Just when she knew she couldn't hold back any longer, he stopped. 

"God damn you!" she swore at him.

No one had ever done this to her before. Not like this, no man or woman. And how was it that she was managing to keep her orgasm at bay?

Mercifully, he did not suck her clit or lick it for long. She would have come, she knew. She would have come hard. There would have been no holding back. His tongue moved lower again, teasing that secret spot between her anus and her pussy.

His tongue moved still lower, touched her anus. She screamed. If he touched her clit again she would come. She didn't care if he said not to. She would come and cry and come and scream.

He teased the rim of her anus with his tongue.

She squirmed. God, she thought, I could come from just this. If he keeps it up much longer, it would be hard not to.

He stopped.

Silently, he let her down and started the elevator.

She let the dress fall back down, smoothed it into place and attempted to control her breathing. The silence was erotic. She wondered what would happen next.

Val suddenly realized the elevator was going down. NO! she couldn't walk out into the lobby like this... anyone looking at her would know what she had been doing....

She watched the numbers, and began to cry. Twelve—Eleven—Ten— the elevator began to slow. It was going to stop!

What floor had he said? Was someone going to get on?

The doors opened. Val cringed, her mascara had run, her lipstick was smeared. What would people think of her?

Marty held the "door open" button and looked out. Left. Right. Left.

"My room is to the left," he said. "Careful, there are people coming from that direction."

Oh, no, she thought, but Marty had anticipated as much and draped his jacket over her shoulders and shielded her face from the two women headed toward the elevator they has just left.

Val felt a flutter between her legs at the thought of either woman recognizing her. It could cause a scandal the likes of which Wilmington would be talking about for years to come.

Finally, they were safely behind his closed door. She was trembling with relief and anticipation.

Marty removed his jacket from her shoulders and said, "Take the damn dress off. I want to see that body."

Val removed every stitch of clothing, balling the pantyhose up and tossing toward a wastebasket but missing badly.

Marty laughed.

But all Val knew was she was finally standing nude in front of him.

Will he like what he sees? It was highly erotic for her to be naked while he was dressed. She felt vulnerable. She was surprised how her vulnerability excited her. God, everything he did excited her.

Marty hoped K.C. had remembered to take her belongings with her and not left an earring or such out where Val might see it. He quickly placed the Do Not Disturb sign on the outside handle, closed the door and moved to Val.

Val didn't bother to look at her surroundings, but with calmness she didn't feel, she placed her purse on the table, folded her dress on a hanger and hung it in the closet. Taking a deep breath, she turned to face him as he embraced her. 

"This feels so natural, holding you. You know, I wanted you the moment I saw you holding those packages."

"Nice things happen in the heat of August," she murmured, almost dizzy from his closeness. He spread his legs to bring his torso lower, wrapped his arms around her, and breathed in the soft scent of shampoo in her hair. She snorted softly through her nose, and swung herself so that she was straddling his left leg. He nuzzled and kissed her neck, sucking her skin softly between his lips. Her lips slid along his jaw, seeking his.

"I have to confess something to you," she murmured.

"I'm not a priest."

"I wouldn't think of telling a priest what I'm going to tell you."

She began to hump his leg.

Marty, a long lapsed Catholic, responded with, "And how long has it been since your last confession, my dear?" "What?" she blurted, having been caught off guard.

"Just teasing; so, are you going to tell me your name?"

"Jesus! That's right," she said, "We don't know each other's fucking name!"

"I'm Marty Piatkowski," he said, unabashedly, "from Jersey City."

"Val Marcolina; from right here in good old Wilmington."

"What were you doing at the hotel function?"

"Trying to get smashed; I usually do that when my husband takes me out."

He laughed, and asked, "Are you a drunk?"

Val giggled inanely, and replied, "I am almost drunk. Or I was before we started... but I don't think I am a drunk. Did that come out clearly?"

Marty was fascinated by the slow, easy drawl she used. He thought it gave her a kind of foreign flavor. He decided that southern women, or at least this one, certainly could put an arousing spin on just about everything they said. 

"So, what were you doing at the dinner?"

"Oh... my husband's a banker. The affair was honoring... a roast I guess... of another banker. Had to go... you know, keep up pretenses and all that shit."

"This is too fast," she murmured against his mouth just before he kissed her again.

"What is?"

She hadn't heard him, and said, "I'm giving myself a birthday present."

"What kind of present?"

"You."

She kissed him then; her tongue probed hesitantly at first, then danced into his mouth and tickled the roof of his mouth, only to surrender to his tongue when it greeted hers. She began a series of little hunching movements against his leg, then realized she was not all that unlike a dog in heat.

"I'm in heat," she blurted into his ear.

"I know," he replied softly. "It's all right."

"Want to fuck?"

"Good thinking," he answered and scooped her up and carried Val toward the bedroom. Nudging the door open, Marty moved to the bed and fell slowly backwards onto it with Val on his lap. She turned to face him. One areola was pebbled and coral in color; the other was getting there. Her mouth was open, and she seemed to be breathing fast. 

Marty was unbuttoning his shirt while on his back. Val attacked his slacks, unbuttoning and then lowering his zipper. "Bounce," she commanded. He did, and she hauled the pants off him, letting them drop to the floor alongside the bed. His shorts followed soon after.

His cock sprang to attention, lolling idly close to his stomach. "Oh, my," Val husked. What a lovely present!"

Then with no hesitation, she wrapped her hand around him and squeezed gently. "It's as big around as my tennis racket grip!" Then she swooped down and bestowed a wet kiss on his cockhead.

Before taking him into her mouth, she thought to ask, "Um, Marty?"

"Yeah?" he said his voice dry with lust.

"Promise me you'll eat me after we fuck?"

"Want to see me eat a cream pie?"

"Something like that... um, what's a cream pie?"

Just then she realized what it was and giggled. "Yeah, I want to see it... a cream pie, huh? That's a new one for me."

"I love cream pies, especially when I help make 'em."

She shivered from the tone of his voice; swallowed half his length, giggling as she did so. Her nipples, already hard, began to ache for attention, and she unconsciously took one between her fingers and pulled on it.

Marty groaned and squeezed his cock, but refrained from jerking off. He could wait for her. She was definitely worth the wait.

Val twisted her nipple, and hissed at the sensation it wrought. Her heart was beating so fast she thought she might die before having him cum in her.

She compelled herself to breath as normally as possible under the circumstances. She had to concentrate on holding her breath, count to three and then exhale. It seemed to work, and she calmed down a little, but not all that much. Her hands were shaking badly from the pent up excitement. 

She could feel the warmth inside her spreading; the sudden realization of a fulfillment beyond anything she'd ever experienced before. 

Intuitively, Val understood that Marty as special. He was her gift, her special gift, and she resolved to make the best possible use of him.

Val would have been stunned to know that Marty felt approximately the same about her. She felt his eyes upon her and shuddered. 

Marty watched her through narrowed eyes, as Val moved her hand lower; fingers spread along past the soft flatness of her tummy and over the silk of her panties. She felt the light fur of her pubis, the soft swell of her mons, as she reached lower, desperately wanting to feel the need between her legs. 

His cock pulsed, and Marty thought to spit onto the tip of his prick; then rubbed the moisture over the head and crown, and spitting the remaining saliva still in his mouth into his palm, began a slow masturbation, pausing only to show this strange woman his testicles and demonstrating how he wanted her to touch them when her turn came.

In turn, Val cupped her sex, feeling the wetness already starting; and then came the hard throb of her small clit as it pressed against her palm. She deftly moved her fingers in a small circle, around and around the soft folds of flesh; closed her eyes and imagined his cock in her mouth, bringing her relief from the emptiness inside her.

Her breath became ragged and uneven. She absently put her fingers under the elastic band at the top of her panties and dipped a finger into her damp slit, then thinking to shock him; she brought the finger to her mouth and sucked it. She let out her breath in a long soft whoosh, and suddenly focused on the all but forgotten cock Marty was slowly stroking near her face.

Val stared at the tumescence of his maleness... then shuddered and wrapped both hands tightly around his rigid member, took it from him and leaned down and kissed it where the precum oozed from the tip.

She closed her eyes and rubbed his cockhead over her cheeks and nose, then murmured, "I'd love to suck it, and I want to see if I can take it all. You can cum in my mouth. I'll drink your cum." Marty nodded in agreement, and a moment later Val's warm, wet mouth was stretched around his cockhead, sucking him with all the vigor she could muster.

He discovered as she fellated him that her breasts sagged slightly, but not much as they weren't overly large. He estimated them as 34's, perhaps a B-cup. Taking them in his hands as she drew his full length down her throat, her gave them a not too gentle squeeze, and heard her moan appreciatively.

Marty's hands gradually explored her body cavities and he was pleased to find Val had a neatly trimmed, but rather full bush of dark hair that glistened in several places. He smiled on realizing it was already matted with her juices. 

The scent of her arousal slowly filled the hotel room. Marty relished her odor; even moving his nose to within an inch of her pussy before taking a prolonged sniff. But Val was oblivious to his actions, for she was so taken with the pleasure his cock was bringing to her taste buds, that she lost all sense of what was transpiring about her.

And when she took him from her mouth and gave a lusty, uninhibited laugh, Marty took it as coming from a woman of great experience. 

Val had some experience in sexual partners. There was Joe, her husband, and Gerry Attric, in recent years. And just a few days before with professionals like Jay Carter and Professor Dorian. Going back further, there had been two boys in high school and one in her freshman year when she was so horny she thought she'd explode. And then there were the women, like Bernie and Wanda; and a few others... some of whom she'd already forgotten.

Val was suddenly wrenched back to reality when Marty groaned, "Enough!" and shoved her away from him.

"What? Did I do something wrong? Did I bite?"

"No, nothing like that," he said.

Confused, Val pushed him, demanding more information.

"It's not you... it is you!" he huffed.

"Well... what...."

"Shut up. I need to eat you now," he blurted, and Val, stunned by the words, stopped jabbering. She almost came then and there. No one had ever attacked her like that. Then when his mouth descended upon her, she went slightly crazy, for although both Joe and Gerry had gone down on her, neither of them did so with the animal-like intensity that this wildman was doing.

With his face mashed into her groin, he maneuvered two fingers into her sodden cunt in search of her spot. When he found it, he attacked her pea-sized clit, causing her to go off like a rocket.

But Marty, a practiced, albeit rusty lover, didn't let her rest, but continued gnawing at her labia and clit until he felt her going over the edge again.

Ten minutes later, after having cum several times, Val pulled his head from between her legs, and kissed him tenderly; tasted herself on his lips. 

"Your cock," she said in a voice husky with desire. "I need your cock in me now."

"Do you now?" Marty said, smiling down at her. She snorted a soft laugh. He leaned over and kissed her eyelids.

"Beautiful, beautiful," he whispered, almost to himself rather than to her. 

His fingers combed through the curls on her pussy several times before he said, "I like how stiff those nipples of yours are."

Marty suddenly let one finger slip down to her cunt. He was only touching her with that one finger, sliding it up and down along her sopping wet clit. In truth, he was masturbating her, and she was on fire from being touched by only one finger.

"I'm going to make you come again very soon, but only if you use your fingers to pinch and twist your beautiful nipples while I do it!"

Val looked down her body. Here I am in a hotel bedroom with a complete stranger while my husband's downstairs getting drunk, or laid, and this guy wants me to play with my tits for him! Even as she thought the words her hands went to her breasts and began to squeeze and twist them, sending electric shocks directly into her clit. Marty increased the speed of his frigging, and in record time Val felt the promised orgasm coming on.

"Oh, you!" she panted, "Oh... it's wonderful. I'm coming... just like you promised!"

Val's thighs were shaking violently as she humped his finger. With a loud scream she felt the powerful orgasm. It was, she told him later, as if molten lead was being poured out all over me! She chose not to tell him about the violent cramps that had caused her legs to tighten up in a fetal position, causing her to lie helplessly on her back, shaking and crying.

"Oh, my God! I can't... I'm still coming!"

It took her nearly a minute before she was able to relax and let her legs fall back on the bed. Little beads of sweat had formed between on her breasts and forehead. "Phew, that was lovely," she whispered. "Would you please get me a towel?"

"I'll do better than that," he said.

With that, Marty leaned over and ever so slowly started licking the sweat off her body. His hand moved across her belly, then pulled lightly at her dampened bush while his tongue started licking her pebbled areola. 

"I'm gonna slip back into you, let you feel me grow hard inside you."

"What... no, let me take you in my mouth," she protested. But he pushed her back and entered her with his almost flaccid penis.

"It's not all that hard yet, but I'll get it in you now, and then you'll feel something I bet you haven't felt before."




Wilmington Woman's Club Ch. 76



It took a bit of coaxing, but Marty slowly worked it all the way in, and then he stopped moving. "Now, be very quiet and don't move. This you have to feel."

Val had already compared his body with that of her husband's. She was very much aware that his lean, muscled body felt very comfortable on top of her. Sometimes with Joe, who was heavier, and less muscled, the skin on her protruding hipbones got sore, tending to result in more hurt than pleasure. But not with this guy!

Suddenly a jolt reverberated through her system! Marty was lying dead still, but his cock had started to grow! Not so much in length, but definitely in thickness. There was a constant pressure on the walls of her vagina from his rapid swelling. She felt... filled. But he was still growing inside her. It was an incredible sensation!

Val's cunt started twitching all by itself.

"Oh, my...."

"Quiet. I told you not to move!"

"But I can't help it. This is... fucking incredible!" she whispered hoarsely.

"Enjoy it. It's not finished growing yet."

Then out of nowhere, with no warning, no moving other than her involuntary twitching, she started the longest orgasm. 

Her jaw dropped first. Then her eyes closed, as her cunt began spasming. Normally, Val would have tried to throw her legs around him, but his body weight precluded it. All she could do was lie there with his thick pole pulsing inside her. Too Val's surprise, her cunt reacted almost on its own, milking his instrument while wave after wave of pleasure swept over her.

With vagueness she had trouble understanding, Val felt her juices squishing around in her, but his thick shaft had her plugged so well they couldn't seep out.

Coming down from her peak, Val opened her eyes and saw him staring at her. He grinned and moved his hips three or four times, pulling her vaginal lips out, then stuffing them back in, and set her off on another round of star-bursting orgasms. She started to scream. Marty clamped his hand on her mouth and pushed in a few more times. Her screams were muffled by his hand.

When he removed his hand, Val gasped, "My God, Marty, move it some more. I think I can cum again!"

He complied, and set up a determined slow rhythm, pushing his wonderful weapon deeper and deeper with what she soon realized were rapid strokes. He's going to cum in me, she thought. He's going to splatter my pussy with his stuff. He going to impregnate me and I don't give a flying fuck!

"You are one hot cunt," he gasped into her ear. "You're milking me now, and I'm gonna spurt into you in a minute or less."

"What can I do to make you come faster?"

"You don't need to do anything. Just squeeze my cock like you're doing... Oh, shit! Its heaven!" he gasped and exploded inside her.

Val felt her womb fill with his seed as he convulsed on top of her. He just kept pumping more and more into her.

Slowly she felt it dying out; felt his magnificent cock start to dwindle in her; and then to her surprise, a mixture of her juice and his sperm surged out of her, soaking both their thighs and dripping down to her crack and then to the sheets.

"Please... please don't take it out of me.... Not yet!"

He grunted and grabbed her hips, and in one roll he was on his back with Val on top, and only an inch of him ever left her. She straightened up to sit right on his cock, felt it go softer and so she couldn't move very much, but still he was filling her to her hearts delight. 

"That was great. You sure are a hot number, Val."

"You're not half bad yourself," she laughed. "I don't think... no, I know, that I have never ever come that much."

"And now you wonder if I can go another round?"

"You bastard, you're reading my mind like an open book!"

No, but I can feel your cunt is opening up at the bottom of it. That is usually a sure sign."

"Oh, yes, it is. I can't help it, but I sure want to feel your cock grow in me again. What can I do to make you grow again?"

"You sure you can do it?"

"I'd love to give it a try," I smiled.

"I have a feeling you are too much of a prim Southern girl for that."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Well, a really raunchy, slutty bitch might do it quickly, but I'm afraid you'll just have to wait and see if it will grow of its own free will."

"Oh, yeah. Trying the world's oldest trick, aren't you? Give her a dare, and she can't resist trying?"

"Yes, that was the general idea."

"Well, like a dumb blonde I'll take the bait. Give me a hint and I'll try, because I really want to feel that fat cock grow inside of me again."

"Mmm. And this time it will feel even better, because I'm nearly as limp as I go. But you are moving in the right direction. Talk to me, tell me how nasty you are, and you might do the trick."

"I want to feel your cock grow fat again."

"That's up to you. Why do you want that?"

"Because you filled me up like never before."

"I can believe that."

"I'm going to squeeze you a little with my cunt. But I think I must be careful not to press it out of me."

"Yes, you do have quite a cunt there, and it's very wet too."

"Oh, my God, please no more. I'm totally fucked out."

"No you're not," he said shaking his dick, showing her that it was hard again.

"Oh..." she gasped; and couldn't stop staring at it.

"Well?" he said.

"My ass... put it up my ass!" she croaked. "That'd be wild... so fucking wild." 

Her words started to run together as her fingers fluttered around his thickened member. Val flicked her clit with one finger and squeezed his cock with the other hand.

"Gonna come, good, God its good. Gonna..." she hissed through clenched teeth. She never finished the sentence. 

Marty squeezed her butt and smeared her juices lightly across her asshole with two fingers. Val twitched and squeaked. Marty laughed and sent a finger plunging into her ass. It met no resistance. Soon he had three fingers sinking into her while she moaned almost mindlessly, lost in the pleasures of her cunt and the thrill of his anal invasion.

"Ahhh, yeah... you're really fucking me back there!"

"Looks like we both got religion tonight," he panted.

"Jesus," she said, almost out of breath.

"You fingered yourself to another orgasm," he said. There was no accusation in his words.

"Yeah... I guess I did, she admitted.

Her arms clutched his shoulders and she strained upward. Her belly vibrated under him then she melted into a limp, sweaty, pleasured boneless lump. Marty moved his arms down and slid his hands under her tight buns. Her legs came up and around his waist. He moved higher up her body and began slowly grinding his steel hard dick high against the cleft of her ass, moving up and down at a deliberately slow pace.

She groaned, "Wait. I'm so sensitive. Let me..." 

Val stretched her legs out, pointed her toes, flexed them once then twice and squeezed her thighs together.

"What did you do to me? I hurt all over?" 

Marty laughed confidently and Val felt herself melting again as he massaged her inner thigh. Her fingers trickled around his ear, and her breath was warm on his skin.

He hugged her lightly and searched for her mouth with his own, rolled them over until she lay sprawled beneath him.

"Move over sweet, sweaty man. We're swimming around in a pond big enough to attract beavers," she whispered after feeling the wetness resulting from all their previous comingling.

Marty laughed again. "Hope not. I can't handle more than one right now." 

"Your sense of humor has too many high school flashbacks," she said, digging her fingers into his ribs.

"My only flaw."

"Yeah, right!"

"Suck my dick," he said in a congenial tone.

"Fuck you." Not a snarl but with potential.

"No, I mean it. I need your help to get hard after all that fucking."

"You're hard enough right now," Val said and giggled like a schoolgirl.

"You want it up the ass, c'mon, suck it for me."

"No, I'm really too sore."

"I want a triple."

"A what? A triple?." She rolled over him and stared questioningly into his eyes.

He gave her his most evil grin. "I think there's some baby oil in the bathroom," he said with a leer.

"Baby oil?" Her jaw dropped. Her eyebrows went the other way, trying for her hair line as she understood.

"You went over big time with three fingers stuck in your ass, remember?"

"You're not serious. You want to stick that thing in my butt hole? Christ, three fingers?"

"Could have gotten another one in there."

""You bastard, you had three fingers up my ass?"

"Like I said, I could have gotten a fourth in there."

"I've never done it that way," she lied.

"I can't believe you want to do that. It's... nasty."

"I bet you like it."

She gave him a dubious look, and shaking her head said, "Your cock is much too big around."

"If you get on top, you're in control and can stop if it's uncomfortable."

"I don't know... let me think about it, pervert."

She snuggled down on top of him and he fondled her ass cheeks. She sighed into his neck. "Your hands feel so good on me."

"Magic hands."

"Yes, you have magic."

"So do you."

Moving quickly, he flipped her over and mounted her. Her asshole was still open from his fingering earlier. She accepted him fairly easily back there, surprising the both of them.

Three thrusts and he was halfway in.

Her arms began flailing from side to side. Her face was buried in a pillow for a full minute before she was compelled to turn and breathe. 

He pulled out and she breathed a sigh of relief. Had he cum in her already?

He surged into her so hard and fast that Val was yanking at the sheets and moaning into the soft pillow fearing her screams would bring someone to the door of their room. Five rapid thrusts followed and she was on the cusp of coming when he turned her over. He noted her eyes were squeezed shut. He raised his hips and slammed his cock into her ass. 

"Oh, God!" she gasped, and grabbed her breasts, crushing them with her hands. 

Marty repositioned himself between the bed and the wall, and then used the wall to give him more power. 

"Like my ass fucking?" he asked to taunt her.

"You know I do," she rasped, hating herself for answering him.

"Come for me!" 

At first Val found herself unable to move.

"I said, cum!"

To Val, the room sounds like an exorcism in progress. She's whispering things to herself unknowingly; and the third time he ordered her to come for him the words penetrated her brain and she felt her arousal soar to heights previously unthought-of. Val grunted, quaked and started to come.

Unconsciously she began touching herself each time his cock surged into her white-hot bowels. She was licking her fingers, sucking her juices from them and reinserting them back into her molten snatch.

She was moaning, whining and squealing in rhythm with his thrusting.

"Don't stop! Don't ever stop!"

"Changed your mind about me fucking that ass, eh?"

"Yes! Come anywhere you want! I'll take it in any hole, any hole, anytime!"

Marty flipped her over on her face. She reached for his cock and cried when he slapped her hand away only to moan happily when he pulled hard on her nipples because that sent a new thrill roaring through her body.

Marty was trying not to come. But with Val's writhing against him couldn't and he exploded inside her as she called out his name in three different octaves. . With sweat dripping from their heated flesh, they fell away from each other and rested.

"I think," Val panted, "that I just had an out-of-body experience."

Marty laughed.

After that frenzied fuck neither could move at all for several minutes. Then she felt him get off the bed. He moved next to her and raised her head to place a pillow under it. "You might want to take a short nap," he whispered, "unless, of course you have to get back to the dinner downstairs."

"I think I'm a bit ashamed of myself."

"No need to be. You were great. And you are still a lovely, lovely creature."

"You don't understand. I'm pissed at my husband. He's cheated on me. He's used me... my body I mean, to help him in his business. That makes me a whore."

"You're not a whore."

"Then you came along."

"Lucky me."

"It won't happen again. I was just trying to get even with him." She paused and looked around the room. "I'd better get back. I don't care if he knows what I did, but he doesn't need to know who I did it with. He could hurt you."

"I don't think he could."

"No, but he... knows people who could. Dangerous people."

"I'm kind of dangerous myself."

Val allowed herself to laugh. "Maybe you are."

"I'll be in Wilmington for a while. I want to see you again."

"No, that's not going to happen."

"We'll see."

"I won't see you again." Then she laughed, "You don't even know my name."

"You're Mrs. Valerie Marcolina."

"How?"

He laughed. "You told me; if you hadn't I would have gone back and asked the bartender."

Val didn't say another word. She got up and carefully dressed, taking care with the thigh highs. She carefully redid her makeup, and left him sitting in the chair by the bed.

When the door closed behind her, Marty smiled and said aloud, "Not even a kiss goodbye. Well, we'll fix that when I see her tomorrow."



Wilmington Woman's Club Ch. 77



The Following Day

The following morning Axle Dominefski was sitting in Marty's hotel room at 8 sharp.

"It sounds like a plan to me," Axle said before taking a sip of coffee that room service had brought up earlier.

"I can't guarantee anything," Marty said, "I'll get you in; maybe he has a computer at home connected to the bank, maybe not."

"I know. It depends on how conservative the guy is," Axle said. "But if he has one, I can do my magic."

"How?"

"As I mentioned the last time we spoke, the banks servers shouldn't have any connections outside the bank's network. The big banks are very difficult to hack because they follow what's called 'air-gapping,' but this is a smaller bank and they may not have taken advantage of it because of the initial cost. They will in time, but it's possible this bank is behind the times."

"Well, I'll get you into the house, how much time do you need?"

"Hard to say; but let's say, twenty, thirty minutes at the least. What I can do if the computer is hooked up to the main frame is essentially copy everything on his PC then work my magic from the hotel room away from prying eyes."

"I get you in; you do your thing and get out in say thirty minutes."

"Yeah, that's it... provided it falls into place that way. If he's not connected to the main frame from the house we're shit outta luck and will have to try another way."

"I understand," Marty said. "This looks like our easiest way in."

"It is, if it works."

"So let's do it."

*****

On waking at nine that morning, Val could hardly walk, yet she felt exhilarated somehow, and then she remembered meeting him at the hotel. It took some effort, but she managed to get out of bed and walk naked to the full-length mirror in her bedroom. Her mouth opened in surprise on seeing the teeth marks, large red hickies, and bruises in the shape of fingers, covering both her breasts. Her nipples were stiff and swollen from being bitten so many times the night before. Her eyes traveled downward to her stomach, where several large red hickies disappeared into her dark pubic hair. 

She touched herself and almost recoiled at the pain. She examined her fingers and found them covered with his sperm, looked at her reflection and saw that the sperm was oozing from her vagina and down her thigh. She had a sudden vision of him... no of his cock plunging in and out of her. She shivered and covering her body with a robe thought about the prodigious fucking he'd given her, and she actually came thinking about it.

Val plucked her panties from her purse and examined the semen stains on them then brought them to her nose and inhaled. A moment later she had pried her clean underwear to one side, and began to hurriedly masturbate, comforted by the fact that it was the maid's day off and Caroline was already in pre-school and no one would pass by her bedroom and take note of her actions.

She had her vibrator going, and almost there, when someone began ringing the doorbell and using the brass knocker on the front door at the same time.

Who the hell can that be? She wondered, and then answered her question. Mother, it must be Mother. She's had another fight with Dad. She tucked the vibrator under her pillow, and after putting on a robe, went to the door and opened it, leaving the chain in place, she knew she was alone in the house, no sense in being foolish.

It wasn't her mother. It was him!

"Hey, gonna let me in?" Marty said. He had a sexy grin on his face, but his voice was rough and edgy.

"Do you know what time it is?" Val said trying to sound pissed off, but not even convincing herself.

"Remember yesterday? Well, it's time for the good times to begin again."

"Fuck you!" she yelled, and tried to close the door on him, but he had his foot wedged in the doorway.

"Hey, I know its early and all, but... fuck, I mean I came across town to see you, and this is what I get?"

"That's all you're gonna get too!" she snarled, this time putting force into her words.

"So is the Lord of the Manor home sleeping it off?"

Her expression told him Marcolina was already at work. Marty grinned at Val and said, "I figured the soreness would be gone by now," he said, 

"Ready to do it again?"

She felt a chill run up her spine, thought of her semen stained underwear again and found herself teetering on the edge of the orgasm she'd been trying for. Her eyes left his face -- went to the bulge in his crotch, and unconsciously she touched her own crotch and felt the heat of her own lust. She pulled her hand away, but it was too late, he'd seen her.

"Fuck you!" she spat out, and turning away, she stormed back into her bedroom. Marty watched the sensual roll of her hips until she slammed the bedroom door, leaving him standing there.

He counted to ten, while waiting for her to open the bedroom door. When the door remained closed Marty waved Axle over from where he had hidden himself against the side of the house. Both men entered the house.

"It may be easier than we thought," Axle whispered quietly.

Marty nodded and motioned Axle to get out of sight, and he did. Marty he took a step back, raised his right foot and kicked the bedroom door open, splintering the door itself, and ripping it off one hinge. He kicked the door shut with his heel, and moved quickly into the bedroom. 

He had never been in her home before, but that didn't bother him. When he confronted her she was sitting on her bed, knees up against her breasts. As he reached for her he had a clear view of her frilly red thong. He grabbed her left ankle, and yanked her off the bed. She made a loud thump on the hard wooden flooring when she landed on her ass and cried out in pain and indignation.

Val's first conscious thought was getting revenge, but when he pressed his face to her stomach, she almost bit through her lip. Then his dick was out and slapping her face. An inhuman sound came from Val's throat as the need to be ravaged swelled up in her, eradicating all other thoughts.

She banged the back of her head against the side of the bed as she tried to pull away from him; but opened her mouth hungrily, providing him with her mute approval. He leaned over her, slid his hands under her nightgown, and took both breasts into his hands and felt the large, dark nipples hardening under his fingertips.

A groan escaped her throat, and Val struggled to her feet, using her hands on his back and shoulders to help her get there. They went into a clinch, straining against each other, both of them delighting in the feel of her breasts mashed against his chest, and the impact of his hard cock bulging against her navel.

I've needed this for so long, she thought fleetingly; and then in a heartbeat, they were wrapped together, his mouth hard on hers, her hands fisted in his hair, as he worked his leg between her thighs.

The raw hunger, the physical need, shook them both. She had a small orgasm, a result of having used the vibrator for those twenty minutes before he knocked at the door, and his close, heated proximity of the moment. Her emotions ran amuck. Although he was fully erect and exposed, she tore at his belt, wanting him naked before her. 

She didn't think, couldn't think. Not with his mouth burning her lips off. Not as he yanked her nightgown off, and plucked a breast loose from between them and brought it to his mouth.

Like children wrestling, they rolled over the rug, the only sounds incoherent murmurs and strained breathing.

*****

Axle moved stealthily through the house, eyes seemingly everywhere, until he found Joe Marcolina's office with the pc sitting alone on his over-sized ornate, mahogany desk.

It was even easier than Axle had expected. Joe had a direct tie-in to the banks system. Even better, he had two bank accounts written on a piece of paper taped to the right hand drawer of the desk.

Could it really be this easy? Axle asked himself as he sat down at the desk and turned the computer on. Four minutes later, Axle was positive he was in the system and hooked his home made file copier up to the computer and turned it on. 

While the copier ran, he meticulously copied the accounts found in the desk drawer on a piece of notepaper and put it in his pocket. When the copier was finished some ten minutes later, Axle restored everything as it had been before he came into the room and then slowly made his way to the front door. He paused and listened after opening the door, heard Mrs. Marcolina wailing, "Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God!" and left the house with a broad grin on his face.

Marty you do have a way with the ladies, he said softly as he made his way to the non-descript Plymouth parked around the corner. 

*****

"You're back!" Val sniffed then sniveled, as her nose started to run. Wiping it with her arm, she renewed her wailing. "Oh, God, oh God, oh, God!"

"So," Marty said, laughing with a lewd joyfulness he'd never be able to explain, "you missed me, eh?"

"Ahhhh, you crazy fuck! Put it back in me!"

"Gladly," he laughed giddily, and pulled her thong down to her knees.

Her pelvis was churning against him. He was experiencing difficulty in keeping up with her. She was erupting beneath him, her legs wrapped tightly around his buttocks. Using short bursts of energy he retaliated, pumping furiously, and then stopping briefly to recover. 

She continued relentlessly. Her skin was hot, smooth, and unbearably soft to his touch. He wanted to taste it, devour it—he found her mouth, and she slowed her movements in order to greet his tongue. He felt like an animal, knowing he could hurt her, would hurt her if he didn't finish soon. 

"Just lean back and relax, Val. Relax so I can get it all in. You can take it all, baby; you just have to know how to work it. Your shit is so tight ... mmmmm, let me get your legs up, like this ...."

She was vibrating beneath him, her eyes huge and dark, and her lips swollen with desire. Her eyes teared up, and then set her mascara running as she began crying like a baby while the orgasm vented her body. Marty plunged into her with renewed vigor, and brought on his own climax. 

They lay still on the rug for a long time. 

He opened his eyes to find her staring at him. Her smile bloomed as she framed his face in her hands. "Welcome back," she said, and let the slow, quiet kiss soothe them both. Their tongues both escaped at the same time, twirling in the shared space of their joined mouths, pulling and sliding across each other, tasting each other, delighting in the texture, the feel, the slight friction of tongue on tongue.

After eliciting another groan from her, Marty slid the palms of his hands slowly down the front of her breasts, knowing now, how she both loved and hated the friction of it, the raw feel of skin on skin. She didn't pull away though, continuing to crush him against herself, her hands pulling at his skin, scraping her fingernails up to his shoulders, and down his spine again and again, leaving long red trails in their wake.

As his hands cleared the bottom of Val's breasts, she wriggled with delight, and, goose bumps appeared briefly on her skin, only to disappear as they pulled each other close again. His hands slid, staying on her skin, over her small cheeks, caressing the tightly delightful mounds of skin, his fingers sliding delicately down the crease between them, down between her legs, and under, until she jumped, and he felt his semen seeping out of her.

He held still there for a moment again, listening to her breathe, and feeling her move, just a little, against his fingers, encouraging more pressure, more exploration. He had other plans though, and moved his hands back, much the way they had come, skimming lightly over her puckered ass, enjoying the shiver that resulted. 

His hands eventually fondled her rump again. Axle should be done by now, he thought as his hands retraced the path they'd taken before.

Val was almost incoherent, feeling his hands crawling over her, and she had to remove her mouth from his, just to get enough air in her lungs. She could feel his fingers on the cheeks of her ass, and shrieked with delight when he tickled her rosebud again; but so much more directly. And she murmured contentedly when his hands cleared her buttocks, and came to rest on her upper legs.

She smiled again as his cock sprang forward, and gave it a friendly stroke before straightening up again, signaling her readiness, knowing they would be more patient this time.

He pulled himself close again then, gave her a quick kiss on the lips, and lifted. She bent her legs, to help as much as she could, and he slid her back up the cool wall, spread her legs and wrapped them around his hips. As her legs wrapped around him, she allowed him to position both of them, hanging on to him with her hands, and waited greedily, hoping for an even better release.

With her body off the ground, Marty was able to position her where he wanted her, and as he moved a little closer, he could feel the tip of his cock nestling between her legs, between her spread lips, between the walls of her hot vagina, and he could tell just how quivering eager she was.

Val moved herself over it, feeling her slickness rubbing on it; the softness of it sliding over her clit; the hardness of it as it thrust into her. With all the muscles she could manage, she pulled him hard towards her. She welcomed the now familiar stretching, sliding, and the fullness of it, and his hot breath in her ear.

She tried to move, and couldn't, until he did. 

He pulled himself almost out again, and stopped, just for a moment. She thrust at him, pulling him back. He relaxed, and sank back into her. She pushed then, wanting more movement. He lifted her a little, moving against the weight and the pressure. She relaxed, and hauled him back in.

They slowly got a rhythm going, her body against the wall, his in free space. The smooth, slippery friction got hotter. He got harder. She got wetter. They pumped now, a single machine, with one aim. They slid apart and together, in and out, up and down.

He dragged himself to the very edge and her with him. She felt how close he was, and knew she was too. He could tell, when her movements changed, that she was as close as he was.

Her groan was all he could take. Her release was instantaneous, irresistible. He fell over the edge, and as her muscles contracted around him, his muscles pumped inside her, a wonderful feedback loop of brute force and fluids. 

He spurted, she clamped. He panted, she groaned. He pushed hard, and she squeezed her legs. They both shuddered and shook, and struggled not to collapse. Her head fell down in front of his shoulder; his body fell forward on to hers.

He kissed her shoulder, and pulled himself out, bending his legs to remove his still hard cock from within her. She shuddered again, feeling like a trauma victim, sweat covering her cheeks and neck, her lungs stinging.

"Jesus, Val," Marty croaked, as he panted, trying to recapture his breath. "You're really great in the sack. But look at you... you're covered with bruises."

"You're a rough guy in the sack," she said meekly.

Using a gentleness she hadn't suspected he had, Marty spooned up next to her, pleasing her no end, resting his chin on her shoulder. As they cuddled in the dark, all she could think of at first were those penetrating brown eyes of his, as he finger combed her hair.

"I think I need a shower," he said finally. His muscular legs seemed to wobble when he stood. 

"Check that, I need an IV."

"You could get one at the emergency room when you drop me off," she replied, coquettishly. 

And then, suddenly, Val leaped out of bed.

"What the fuck!" Marty exclaimed, instinctively readying himself for a fight.

"The door!" Val shrieked. "You broke the fucking door down! Anyone could wander in!"

"Easy! Take it easy!" Marty said, trying to calm her. "It's the bedroom door, the front door is closed. I closed it myself."

"You broke the door down to get to me?" she said, more to herself then to him.

"Yeah... I did," he said, confirming the obvious fact.

"That's... that's so fucking beautiful...." Val's eyes were filled with appreciative tears at this act that she suddenly considered the most caviler action she had ever heard or thought of.

"I want... I want to suck your cock, your beautiful cock. Would you let me?"

Marty was already getting hard. He tendered his stirring member to her hand, and said, "I'd be honored."

Val thought it the most romantic thing she'd ever heard.

Afterward they took a shower together.

*****

Marty and Axle had lunch together at the Water Street Café, where over beers axle told Marty of his successful entry into the bank's system. 

"We can loot the whole fucking thing, you want," he said after wiping the foam from his mouth.

"We don't want that," Marty said. "We want Gentner's account and what's in it.

"Yeah, I thought you would. So, here's what I got so far. That nitwit, Marcolina left two accounts written in his desk. They both tie in to a bank in the Cayman Islands. One account has 8.5 million in it. The other has 6.7 million. I'm assuming Gentner's got two accounts. One for a rainy day, the other for business expenses if and when they arise."

"That makes sense," Marty said, then took a bite from his fish sandwich. "Any chance they're not his accounts?"

"I don't know yet. I will when I go in again. First time I needed to see what's what, you know?"

Marty nodded.

"So next time I follow the numbered accounts, see if they lead me to a name, or names."

"Good work, Axle," Marty said.

Axle laughed, "You certainly had to work hard on your end, Marty."

Marty grinned at him. "I did, didn't I?"

"I left when she was calling you God."

"First time or the last?" Marty asked with a broad grin.

"First I guess," Axle laughed. 

"We get back; you run that check for me. After six I'll have a couple strippers drop by, see how long it takes you to make them call your name out."

"You gonna hang around and wait for it to happen?"

"No, I ain't got that kinda time to waste," Marty laughed. He was feeling good for the first time in almost nine years.

"Hey, fuck you, Marty," Axle laughed and waved at the waitress to bring them another round of beers.

*****

Axle hit pay dirt fifteen minutes after reentering the banks system. Ten minutes later, he had the password to the first numbered account - the one with 8.5 million in it. Twenty minutes later the second account's password blossomed and presented him with access to the other account. 

"Marty?" he whispered into the phone.

"Yeah?"

"You want me to send this 15.2 million to any particular account?"

"You got it? I mean, you're not fucking with me?"

"I got it, and more, you want."

"You still able to do that thing... you know, move the money from one place to another so no one can trace it?"

"I um, do have a thing setup, but it's my thing. I doubt you wanna mix money at this point."

"Yeah, your right. Can you set up another series of accounts?"

"I'm already working on it. I get five... right?"

"Axle, you get six, I'm giving you a bonus."

Axle smiled, he had already taken 10 from several other accounts at the bank. With several key strokes he sent another six million dollars to his personal account in Switzerland. Then he set about doing the same for Marty.

When he finished an hour later, Marcolina's bank had been looted of twelve million and the Cayman Island bank of fifteen million, two hundred thousand.

Marty won't mind a little extra, Axle told himself as the girls Marty had promised knocked on his hotel room door.