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No Going Back Ch. 01

By: Devotedadmirer



She was young, probably not much more than 18. I was in Jamaica with my wife (now my ex-wife), and I had snuck off to the area of the resort that included the nude beach. Even at the relatively mature age of 40, I was still new to the reality of public nudity, and I couldn't get over the idea of naked women lying out in the open for me to see. 

I had parked myself on a beach lounge chair at the end of the nearly deserted area and lay there pretending to be asleep. She walked out from the hotel wearing a tiny, red sequined bikini and stopped near the middle of the row of chairs, maybe fifty feet away. Through my barely open eyelids, I saw her look carefully in my direction, then stand there considering what to do. She was nervous, I could tell. I was pretty sure she had never done this before. 		

I was not about to do anything to intimidate her, at least not until she made up her mind. Finally, she reached behind her back and untied her top, one hand holding the front to her breasts. I held my breath, waiting, waiting. Then, she cupped one hand over each breast and slowly removed the top of her suit. 								

My God, her breasts were incredible! They were firm and perfectly formed, so white and pure I was sure this was the first time they had ever seen the sun. Her little, pink, pointed nipples stood out in stark relief against the bright sand behind her. She was obviously looking at them herself, surprised at how they were reacting to the cool breeze. 		

She looked again in my direction. I didn't move, so after a moment, she grasped the waist band of her suit and quickly slipped off the remainder of her tiny covering. In only a second she was lying on her stomach, those beautiful breasts hidden, but to my great pleasure, that left her beautiful ass exposed to the heavens. I'm sure God was admiring His excellent handiwork. I know I was! 							

I wanted so badly to get up and walk past her to get a better look, but I somehow remained patient. It took ten minutes, but she finally got tired of lying on her stomach. She sat up and began to put on some suntan lotion. Beneath me, I felt my cock begin to react to the sight. I thought I was going to go crazy. If I lay there watching her much longer, I wouldn't be able to get up for what I'd be exhibiting to all the world. 		

Closing my eyes for a moment to calm down, I then stood up and quickly began walking down the beach toward her. I had covered half the distance before she realized I was approaching. The look on her face was as close to a "deer in the headlights" gaze as I'd ever seen. I knew she wanted to jump to cover herself, and yet she hated the idea of showing how young and inexperienced she was. She sat there frozen in mid-lather, her hand covered with oil, almost but not quite touching one exquisite breast. 

"Hi there. Need any assistance?" I couldn't help it. The circumstances demanded that I make the offer, didn't they? Her crimson face looked like she had been in the sun for ten hours instead of ten minutes. She tried to say something, but no words came out, just a rather pitiful gurgle.

"It's OK," I said with a smile. "I'm joking. But is it alright if I sit down for a moment?" She still hadn't found her voice, so I plopped myself on the chair next to her before she could protest. 
I waited to see what she'd do with the lotion in her hand. I wondered if she'd actually smooth it over her breast, but I wasn't surprised when she lowered her hand and began rubbing it on her leg. To be honest, the way her breasts jiggled when she leaned forward was almost as perfect as if she had touched herself as I'd wished. This was far beyond my wildest imagination. 

I babbled on about where I was from, how long I was there on vacation, anything to maintain my excuse for sitting there looking at her. She stared straight ahead, out to the water, probably trying to pretend to herself that there wasn't a naked man sitting only two feet away from her. 

It was one of the greatest moments of my life. As she was not about to look in my direction, I was free to stare at every part of her body as if she belonged only to me. I remember little of what I said to her, but I sure remember those beautiful breasts, her flat tummy, the long, slim legs, and, of course, the light, silky hair covering the charms hidden between her tightly clenched thighs.

I don't know how long the vision lasted, but all too soon, her control ran out. "Nice talking to you. Bye," she managed to squeak out, and she jumped up and fled into the ocean. I watched her run away from me, admiring the way her young body flowed athletically across the sand. 

Logic would have suggested I tuck the experience into my memory and make my way back to my wife. Logic didn't take into account the young, naked body still only a short swim away. Logic lost that battle. 										

I stood up and wandered lazily toward the water. She was a good way off shore by then. The water didn't get deep very quickly, and I could tell her feet were still touching bottom. I waded out to a depth of about four feet and began swimming along the beach. I swam slowly on my side, watching her. 				

I hadn't gone far when she apparently decided I was far enough away for her to make it past me, and she started toward the beach. With one quick movement I turned, and with now strong, smooth strokes, I quickly swam to a point between her and the shore. When I reached a spot cutting her off, I stopped, stood up and faced the beach, as if I didn't even realize she was nearby. I could tell she had stopped moving, so after a moment I turned, waved at her and waded out toward her. 						

Again, I saw that look of confusion, and maybe a little fear. It was almost intoxicating. I knew I was really pushing the bounds of convention, but I was beyond control. I had to get another look at her. I approached her and stopped, no more than four feet away. 			

The water was shallow and only came up to my stomach. She was kneeling a bit, her knees bent enough to submerge her breasts just below the surface. However, the water was so clear that I realized, with great satisfaction, that I could see her almost as distinctly as if we had been standing on the beach. 						

Thinking her body was more hidden than it really was, she was floating with her legs spread a bit apart. From my standing position, I looked down through the water and there was the most beautiful sight I could ever have imagined. The thin blond hair between her legs was slicked down by the water. There, peeking out from beneath, were the most enticing pussy lips I had ever seen. 								

Her embarrassment had not only brought bright color to her cheeks, but her vagina must have been blushing in its own bewildered excitement. I'd always been amazed how some women had vaginal lips that extended noticeably from their pussies. This girl's were stunning. One look and the image of pulling them between my lips and into my mouth filled my mind. 	

The thought was so erotic and so overwhelmingly sexual that my cock responded instantly. Almost before I realized it, I was fully erect, my penis pointing at her like a compass needle aimed at magnetic north. I looked down at myself, my eyes widened, and I heard her gasp. 

I looked up at her and could tell she had suddenly realized how clear the water really was. Her mouth was hanging open in shock, and that added an additional image to my growing excitement. Knowing I was risking everything, I still couldn't stop myself. My hand reached for my cock and my fingers closed around it. 							

It was rock hard, and the first touch felt even more wonderful than I had expected. I looked at her face, and for a moment, her eyes met mine. My cock jumped in my hand. Without a word, I saw her look back toward my waist. In disbelief, I realized she was not going to scream, she was not going to move away, she was . . . she was going to watch! 

I began slowly stroking my cock. There was no way it could get any harder, but as I worked it, it became a deeper and deeper red. In only a moment, the head was a dark purple. I had never felt such built up pressure. The cockhead was huge. It looked like it was ready to explode. It was. 

Like no masterbation fantasy I'd ever had, I stroked myself toward orgasm. Then, I saw her raise one hand to one magnificent breast. She took the nipple between her fingers and pulled. I think I felt that pull deep in my own being, and my cock began to pulse. Stroking with the force of a piston, my hand grabbed at my cock, my thighs tensed, and it began. 			

Beneath the water, it was so easy to see. Suddenly, streams of thick, white cum began to shoot from my cock. Again and again, the milky strands shot through the water. It was so beautiful, like filmy tendrils trailing behind a delicate jellyfish. I heard a sound from her direction and looked up. 					

Her gaze was riveted to what was happening beneath the water. Her breathing was heavy, and with amazement, I saw she had one hand between her legs. The cum had stopped flowing from the end of my cock, and I let my hand release it to float freely, still large and red like a sea creature trying to attract its prey. 			

I was looking directly into her face when she raised her eyes to mine. Our eyes met, and I saw the horrible realization of her own lust wash across her face. "Oh, God," she moaned, and before I could say a word, she dove to the side, pushed past me, and rushed toward the beach as if a shark was only a few feet behind her. She reached the shore, ran to her chair, grabbed her things and flew up the slope toward the hotel. I couldn't tell if she was crying, and I knew she was not going to look back. 							

I floated there in the water, shaken by what had happened. I had no idea if she was running to call the police, or not. To be honest, I hardly cared. I was sated, I was stunned, I was empty and full at the same time. I felt I would never again have such an intensely erotic experience, and all I wanted to do was savor it. 					

I couldn't tell whether it was the high point of my life, or whether it would turn out to be the low point. All I knew was I would never forget it. And, I realized with concern, all I knew was that I wanted more experiences like it, no matter what risk that might involve.

No Going Back Ch. 02



I watched for her at dinner. My wife Judy asked why I was so preoccupied, but I brushed off the inquiry with some excuse. She and I weren't really getting along very well at the time, and I certainly didn't want to tell about her my afternoon experience at the nude beach. 

We lingered over dessert, primarily because I hoped to see the girl again. If I'd been thinking clearly, I probably would have been hiding, but I felt like I just had to see her, to see who she might be with. Judy asked me if I'd like to go for a walk on the beach, but I put her off with some excuse about a headache and sent her off shopping for the evening. I hated to think about how much she might spend, but I wanted her out of the way. 

I knew it was a long shot, but once she was gone, I headed back to the nude beach. I stripped and lay back on one of the chairs, watching the sun sinking toward the horizon. I looked down the sand and saw a woman walking toward me. She stopped about eight chairs away and put her bag on the chair. It wasn't who I was hoping for, but for a woman about my own age, she was a knockout. 

It took me a moment to remember that for me, at this point, any naked woman was a blessing. I pretended not to be watching, but the woman didn't seem to care. She reached behind her long, golden hair to untie the top of her suit and without hesitation, let the strings fall onto her chest. 

In shocked fascination, I saw her swing the top of her body side to side. The movement caused her breasts to sway, gently dropping the top of her suit down to her waist. She actually let her body twist a couple more times, and her breasts moved in ways that took my breath away. She was magnificent. 

I had been hoping to see again the young girl's breasts from this morning, and here I was being offered the most incredible set of woman's breasts that I had ever seen. They were perfect; large, but not out of proportion to her body. The aureoles of her breasts were well defined and dark, with nipples that had to extend a half inch or more from her full, spherical mounds. The thought crossed my mind that to touch them one time, to draw each nipple into my mouth for only one single instant, that would have been enough to make me ready to die and go to heaven. 

I saw her glance my way and then turn her back to me. "Damn," I thought, "I made her self-conscious. Now she won't let me see anything more." Was I wrong! 

I saw her reach to the waistband of her bathing suit bottom. She pulled it out from her hips and began to lower it. As she did, she bent over, her ass pointed exactly in my direction. I think she even hesitated a bit as her hands pushed the material all the way to her feet. 

There she was, displaying her perfectly heart-shaped ass cheeks for me to stare at as hungrily as I wanted. As I looked, I found I could hardly breathe. My eyes slid down the crack of her ass, and as I watched, she lifted one leg to remove the suit. Her thighs parted and with the slightest resistance from her natural moisture, I saw her pussy lips spread open, then close as she lowered her leg. Before my wish could even be acknowledged, she then lifted the other leg, and I saw the vision repeat itself. 

I pulled my towel across my lap, realizing there were things happening that needed to be hidden. Down the beach, the gorgeous woman walked elegantly to the water. She moved with the grace of a dancer, her lovely leg muscles flexing with each step. Again, she bent over to wet her hands in the water. "Breathe in, breathe out," I reminded myself. "Breathe in, breathe out." 

She turned, looked in my direction, and began walking toward me. Beneath the towel, my cock deflated quickly with the shock that she was coming over to me. "Hi, there. I'm Katie," she called. "Mind if I sit down?" 

She walked over to the lounge chair next to mine and sat down on the side of it, facing me. To my amazement, she leaned forward and sat with her legs spread slightly apart. A quick glance verified that if I were brave enough to look, her pussy was right there for me to see. With embarrassment that I was furious to admit, I found I couldn't look at anything other than her blazing, intensely blue eyes. 

Urging myself to "Be a man!" about this, I turned and sat facing her. My cock and balls hung over the edge of the chair. I saw her glance down at my crotch and I was glad my first sight of her had given me at least a partial erection. I knew I'd look bigger now than I would have otherwise. 

"Well, are you going to introduce yourself?" she said, with an edge to her voice. 

"Oh, yes, well, uhhh, my name is Roger," I said. I felt like I was sixteen and she was my high school French teacher. Why couldn't I find any words to say? 

"Well, Roger, I'm glad to meet you," she said. "And it looks like you're glad to meet me, doesn't it?" 

I looked up at her, puzzled at whether she meant what it sounded like she meant. 

"Of course, that's what I mean," she said firmly. "It's a terribly inhibited woman who doesn't hope to inspire a reaction when she walks around naked in front of a man. I'm glad you're normal enough to appreciate a beautiful woman." 

"Ohhh, well, yes," I said intelligently. "You are beautiful, and yes, I did react. I hope I didn't offend you." 

"Offend me, Roger?" she said a bit sarcastically. "Oh no, not at all. In fact, I actually came over to see what you had to offer. Here now, let's have a look." 

Before I could react, she actually leaned forward, reached between my legs, and before I knew it, she had wrapped her hand around my cock! I was so stunned, I didn't even move. Her hand moved over my cock, not exactly stroking it, but exploring it in a way that was deliberate and stirring. I expected it to get hard, but the situation was so strange, nothing happened. 

"Ahhhh, poor Roger, are you intimidated?" she murmured. "I expected much more from you. I heard you were quite an aggressive man, eager to impress young girls with your virility." 

I looked into her eyes in realization, but before I could move, I felt her hand move to my balls. Her fingers wrapped firmly around them, and I felt her begin to squeeze. The pressure built quickly, until I knew if I tried to move she could seriously hurt me before I got loose. 

My eyes watered with the pain, as she stopped the pressure just at the point I could bear without screaming. 

"Now, let's talk a little," Katie suggested. "What did you think you were doing with my daughter this afternoon? Didn't you think she was a bit young for your attentions?" 

"Yes," I moaned with a grimace. "I'm . . . sorry." It was all I could say in the middle of so much pain. 

"Oh, I bet you are now," Katie chuckled. "I bet you're really sorry. How sorry are you, my dear, sweet, horny Roger?" 

"Sorry . . . enough to . . . apologize," I uttered between gasps. 

"You were wrong?" she asked. 

"Yes, oh yes!" I moaned. "I'm so sorry." I felt the pressure around my balls lessen, but she retained complete control through a loose grip on me. 

"That's better," Katie said. "You were a bad, bad boy. You ought to be ashamed of yourself." 

I wasn't at all sure where she was going with this discussion. "What are you going to do?" I asked. "Well, I don't know," she answered. "I really wanted to get a first hand look at what Chastity told me about. Yes, I know that's a funny name under the circumstances," she said as an aside, "but it made sense at one time. Anyway, after she got over the shock and cried a little bit, I determined that you never touched her or did anything that was actually threatening. It was easy to figure out that you were just a horny middle aged guy getting his rocks off at the idea of intimidating a young girl. Not all that admirable, but at least not criminal." 

"I'm so very sorry," I implored. "I've never done anything remotely like that before, but she was so beautiful . . . I mean, I . . ." 

"That's enough," Katie said with a warning tone in her voice. "The next thing I know, you'll be telling me how much you really did want her, and I don't want to hear anything like that, no matter how much it might be true. The only reason I haven't ripped your balls off already is that after talking to her for a while, she told me the entire story, and she finally admitted that she wasn't too upset. And she also admitted how excited she had gotten, herself." 

"She is eighteen and going off to college in a month. It was time she and I had a completely open discussion like that. She'll be better off for knowing how crazy any man can be." 

I felt her hand release me, and in spite of wanting to regain some semblance of control, I couldn't stop from covering myself with my hands, as if afraid she would grab me again. 

"I'm sorry if I hurt you," Katie said, "even though you really did deserve it. I guess no harm has been done, although Chas is too embarrassed to come back out to the beach if you might be there. We leave the day after tomorrow, so I want you to promise not to come back to this part of the beach until we're gone. OK?" 

If that was the worst punishment I was going to get, that was easy. 

"So, tell me, Roger, what really was going on in your head this afternoon. Tell me all the details, tell me exactly what you were thinking, what you did and what you felt, then I might just forgive you for being such an ass." 

I couldn't believe she wanted to hear it, or that I could honestly tell her the entire story, but as I began, I found it was easier than I imagined. I learned quickly that she understood quite well what had been going on in my fantasy. She seemed to understand men and their . . . sexual obsessions. 

I could also tell that in spite of the fact that the story involved her daughter, she was getting a bit excited hearing me talk about jerking off in the water in front of her. I noticed a bit of color beginning to show across her chest. She had slowly begun opening and closing her thighs, her pussy lips opening and closing with them. Finally as I neared the "climax" of my story, I noticed that when she opened her thighs, her pussy lips remained closed, and I realized she was actually getting wet listening to me talk. 

I finished my story as the sky darkened. I talked about how I had felt as I watched her daughter run up the beach back to the hotel. I talked about the intensity of my emotions and the unfocused physical desire in my body that had not gone away since that afternoon. Even in the twilight, I could tell Katie was still excited, herself. Then, to my surprise, she stood up, took my hand, and led me down to the ocean. 

Without a word, we waded and swam out from the shore. By the time we were at a depth up to our necks, it was unlikely that in the dark, anyone would even have noticed us from the beach. Katie turned to me and I felt her hand again reach for my crotch. This time her touch was gentle, yet urgent. This time, she stroked my cock insistently until it began to harden into the long shaft she had heard about from her daughter. 

"Yes, Roger, that's what I wanted to feel," she murmured. 

"Katie, I . . ." 

"Don't," she said, and she moved against me, wrapping her arms around my waist. 

She raised her face to mine and we kissed, a kiss that went on and on, getting more intense as our passions rose. The water was so warm, so soft and supportive. I felt Katie's hands move to my shoulders, and she lifted herself slightly off the sandy bottom. Her legs moved around my hips, and without any hesitation, she positioned herself so that my cock probed at the entrance to her vagina. 

She was warm and wet in ways that had nothing to do with the ocean. I looked into her eyes, waiting to be sure. She looked back, not blinking, waiting for me. My hips gave a small thrust and my cock head slipped tightly into her. Her head rolled back, her mouth opened, and she moaned a wonderful little moan that sent my heart racing. 

My hands moved to her hips, and as she buried her face in my neck, I pulled her firmly to me. With the most perfect resistance, my cock slid resolutely all the way into her. We both groaned with exquisite pleasure. 

I had never, ever felt such perfection. She fit me in a grip more exact than I could even have created with my own hand. As I guided her off of and then back onto my long cock, it was as if the entire world became centered around that one most sensitive part of my body. I realized I could have cum with 20 seconds if I had wanted. The choice was not an easy one. 

Somehow I managed to hold back, and it was only a minute or so before Katie began to slide herself on and off of me using her strong legs. With the greatest of relief, I soon heard her groan and felt her pussy tighten and release, tighten and release as she orgasmed. With no desire or ability to wait any longer, I thrust strongly into her and let go. She squealed in delight as she felt me filling her pussy with a huge, hot load of cum. 

We held each other tenderly, letting the warm, Caribbean waters swirl around us. Finally, I started to speak. "Katie . . . why? . . ." I began. 

"Don't," she said. "I can't explain it now. Just tell me, though. Was it . . . good? I mean . . . was it really good?" 

There were no right words to express to her how "really good" it had been. Yet, I spent the next thirty minutes trying to find them. In the end, we both understood something important had happened to us both. We didn't know what to do about it, but we knew it wasn't going to end when she and Chastity left for home in two days. 

We swam back to shore and Katie gathered her things. One last look at each other and she walked slowly back toward her room. I saw her stop at her doorway and look back once more. Hesitantly, she raised her hand. I waved back and held my hand up until she had closed the door behind her.



No Going Back Ch. 03



Needless to say, I had a lot to think about that night. My wife was surprised that I had no interest in sex, but she probably figured I was angry about how much she had spent at the shops. If I was showing my displeasure by not being affectionate, I'm sure she felt it was a fair trade. Like I said, she and I weren't much of a couple at that time. As it turned out, we weren't even a couple for much longer. 

I honored my promise to stay away from the nude beach the next day, but it was really painful to fantasize about both Chastity and Katie. I lay on my stomach on one of the lounge chairs next to the other section of the beach and imagined the two of them lying side by side . . naked . . only a few hundred yards away. I had to lie on my stomach. The fantasy was far too exciting for any other option. 

It was a long day, especially realizing that they would be gone the next day. I had to find some way to see Katie before she left. Around mid afternoon, I saw her. Katie was walking down the beach toward me. I watched her approach, being careful not to let Judy catch me eying the sexy woman strolling along the shore. As Katie passed, she looked right at me, smiled, and continued on. She walked a good distance past, then I saw her turn and walk backwards for several steps. I could tell she was looking at me. 

I got up and mumbled something to Judy about taking a walk. I moved fast enough that she wasn't really awake before I was already off on my own. I followed Katie down the beach until I saw her turn and start back toward me. I saw her adjust her path until I could tell I was directly between her and Judy. She angled toward me keeping that line, and I saw her reach into the waistband of her suit and take out a small piece of paper. 

As she approached me, she held the paper in front of her, indicating clearly that I should take it. It seemed like such a silly thing, but I also found the subterfuge to be surprisingly exciting. As we passed, I started to speak, but she said, "Shhhhhhhh," and pushed the note into my hand. She continued on, and even though I turned to look back, she didn't. I did, however, see Judy wave at me from the distance. I waved back, glad that Katie had been so careful and then continued on down the beach. 

I walked a bit farther, then opened the note, shielding it with my body. All it said was, "Tonight, 11:30 p.m., the hot tub next to the nude beach." I felt a wonderful tingle deep inside and began trying to think of a way to get there by myself. I made sure to get rid of the note before I got back to my place on the beach. 

To my deepest frustration, Judy could not be convinced to let me out on my own that night. It was our last night there, also, and she wanted us to do something together. I managed to get her pretty drunk, but all that accomplished was getting her to agree to try the hot tub at the nude beach. She wasn't sure she would be willing to take her suit off, but she was just high enough to consider it. It was the best I could do. 

We walked slowly across the grounds. I had to support Judy a bit, as her steps were not all that steady. She kept up a running commentary on how nervous she was and how exciting this was, also. If my thoughts hadn't been on Katie, if this had been happening several days ago before I had met her, it might even have been exciting to me to share this new experience with Judy. As it was, I knew I really wished Judy wasn't with me, and that was not easy to admit. 

As I walked, I thought about how this trip was supposed to have been a chance for us to reconnect. After months of suspicion, Judy had admitted to an affair. She swore it had been a mistake and that it was over, but I really had my doubts. She and I had never really "clicked," and I was actually ready to admit we weren't all that good for each other. There were no children to keep us together, and I kind of expected she'd like to move on, also, if I asked her. 

As we neared the nude beach, we had to walk along a pathway through an area of trees, bushes and shrubs. There were a number of winding paths that ended in private little alcoves with benches. In the daytime, they were wonderfully shady spots for guests to relax and enjoy the colorful flowers. There were no outdoor lights, except for ground lights along the paths, so I wasn't even sure it was possible to find ones way to the benches at night. 

We were still quite far from our destination when we heard what sound like a gasp from inside the bushes. We stopped still and listened. Yes, we could hear some noises on the other side of the vegetation. I knew we had just passed an entrance to one of the little private spaces, but to turn around and go investigate seemed a little inappropriate. I heard Judy giggle quietly. She tiptoed ahead a few steps, then turned into a space between the bushes and quietly snuck off the path. 

I followed her until we were out of sight of the path and hidden in the dark. She was lying on the ground and had squirmed up to the shrubs toward the noises we had heard. I lay down beside her and followed her gaze. In the light of a flashlight so dim that it wouldn't have been visible from the path, I saw them. 

It was a man and a woman. He was sitting on the bench, the woman kneeling between his legs. As we watched, she moved her hands along his thighs, reached between his legs, and we saw her lift into view his long, stiff cock. She ran her hand up and down the shaft, using her other hand to cup his balls. 

Judy's eyes were wide. She was staring fixedly at the scene before us. I was surprised she was doing this, but remembered how much she'd had to drink. Apparently she had no current reluctance to spy on another couple. 

The man on the bench had his eyes closed, his head leaned back. We watched the woman as she looked up at the man's face, slid her hand down to the base of his cock, and then without hesitation, slid her mouth onto his hard penis and took him all the way into her throat. We heard him groan as she began to suck him, sliding him in and out of her greedy lips. 

It didn't take long for the woman to accomplish her task. She must have known exactly what she was doing, because in less than a minute, he began to flex his hips toward her mouth. I heard Judy take a deep breath just as the man groaned deep and long. The woman pulled her mouth off him and began stroking his cock with both hands. Suddenly, the first spurt burst from the end of his cock. It must have traveled six feet or more, splashing noiselessly into the grass not far from where we lay. 

Three or more spurts shot from his cock as she stroked him. Finally, his orgasm was reduced to small drops of cum emerging from his cockhead with each of the woman's strokes. Beside me, Judy released the breath she had held throughout the man's orgasm, and I was afraid they would hear her. The cum from the man's first spurt was visible in the moonlight on the grass. I saw Judy start to extend her hand through the bushes and realized she was actually going to try to reach it. That was enough! 

I grabbed her, and as quietly as possible, pulled her away from the bushes and back to the path. "Are you crazy?" I whispered urgently to her. "Did you want them to catch us?" 

"They weren't paying attention to anything else," she slurred dazedly. She was so drunk, I was surprised she could walk, but she was also obviously excited from what she had seen. "Come on," she insisted. "I want to get to the hot tub and see the naked people." 

I thought to myself how strange this experience was likely to be.



No Going Back Ch. 04



We walked up to the hot tub and I noticed that it was only about half full of people. Of the five others there already, only one of them was a woman. That didn't surprise me, but I expected it would make Judy too self-conscious to get undressed. Boy, was I wrong. 

Judy stood at the side of the pool looking dizzily into the water. The surface was bubbling so intensely that nothing could be seen of the bodies under the water. With eyes that I knew weren't focusing all that well, Judy seemed to be trying to see into the tub anyway. 

I watched her as she reached behind her back and untied her bathing suit top. She leaned over to pull the bottom of her suit off, and her breasts swayed tantalizingly. I noticed the men were looking at her quite appreciatively, and I wasn't sure whether to be jealous, or not. 

Judy lifted one foot to pull off her suit, and as she tugged at it, the cloth caught on her toes. She was leaning too far forward and had no hope of maintaining her balance. Before I could reach for her, she toppled head first into the tub. One of the men who had been watching her was in perfect position to reach for her, and she fell directly into his arms. I didn't miss the fact that one hand cupped a breast and the other ended up between her thighs as she fell. 

Judy's head disappeared under the surface, but she came up gasping and laughing. She found herself on the man's lap, and I saw her reach under her with one hand. She looked directly into his eyes and sputtered, "Careful with that thing, you might hurt somebody, you know." 

She didn't seem to remember I was there, so I pulled off my own suit and stepped into the tub. Judy slid off the man's lap to the ledge next to him. She was at the end on the pool, between him and the wall, so I took a seat opposite her. "Are you OK?" I inquired. 

"I'm all wet . . . and I'm naked," she said happily. "Where's the champagne you brought with us?" 

"Oh God," I thought. "She wants more." 

I turned to reach for the bottle and heard a loud "Pop" behind me. "Looking for this?" Katie said with a laugh. "You should never turn down a lady's request for champagne." 

I took the bottle and poured a glass for Judy. She was already so engrossed in talking to the man beside her that I had to put the glass into her hand before she would take it. She drank half of it in one swallow, so I filled it back up to the top. 

By then, Katie had slid in beside me. I was disappointed to realize I hadn't even seen her get undressed. Katie smiled at me, knowing instinctively what I was thinking. "It's OK," she giggled. "Here," and she took my left hand under the water and moved it to the inside of her firm, smooth thigh. 

I looked at her with my eyes wide, glanced quickly over at Judy, and then back at Katie. 

"I told you, it's OK, she's totally occupied with her new friend. Now pour me some of that champagne and let's talk before she gets curious." 

In what would have sounded like innocent comparisons of homes, families, and jobs, we began finding out all we needed to know about each other. In spite of the innocent words, it felt just like we were making plans for the future, like we were planning the rest of our lives together. 

"What are we doing?" I finally asked. "What's really going to happen after we leave here?" I whispered. 

"You're married," Katie said seriously. "You tell me what's going to happen." 

"Is there anyone else in your life?" I asked. 

"No, there isn't." 

"Are you going to be alone after Chastity goes off to college next month?" 

"I have friends, but yes, I'll be alone." 

"May I come visit you?" 

"If that's all you want, to visit me and then go back to your wife, then I'd prefer you not make the trip." 

I couldn't begin to believe what we were discussing. It sounded like she was actually asking me to leave Judy and come to her . . . to stay. I felt her hand reach the hand I still had between her legs. She pulled it higher, placed it on her soft tummy, and then gave it a little push down. 

I looked over at Judy. She was still not the least interested in whatever I might be doing. I let my hand slide down to cover Katie's pussy. Her legs were open and my fingers slid easily between her pussy lips, spreading her until I could feel the firm inner lips of her vagina. 

"You know what I have to offer," she said. "It's just a matter of how much you want it." 

"If you'll wait, I'll be there," I said, surprising myself totally. 

"I'll wait," Katie said with a smile, and I felt her hand reach for my cock which was already beginning to harden. 

On the seat across from me, close enough I could have touched her with my foot, I was sure Judy was making the same move on the man next to her. His eyes widened, and suddenly he looked over at me. I stared at him for a moment, then to his amazement, I shrugged my shoulders. He hesitated, then staring back, he shrugged his shoulders, also, and turned his attention back to Judy. 

By that time, there were only five of us left in the hot tub; myself and Katie, Judy and her new friend, and one other man. It was obvious that the last man was enjoying his view of what was happening. I saw him get out of the tub and walk over to the pool house nearby. I noticed that his semi-erect cock swayed heavily as he moved. He stepped around the side of the pool house, and the lights over the hot tub went dark. 

The only light anywhere nearby was from the windows of the rooms in the hotel at least one hundred feet away. They barely made it possible for us to see each other, but no one from the hotel had any chance of seeing anything that might take place. Katie and I moved slowly to the opposite end of the long hot tub, and when the man returned, he slid back into the water near Judy. He also took a look in my direction, and receiving no warning, proceeded to ignore me and Katie. 

"Are you really going to let this happen?" Katie whispered in my ear. 

"I'm not sure," I admitted. "I think I need to find out what she'll actually do." 

"She's really drunk," Katie reminded me. "Do you think this a fair test?" 

I knew it wasn't, but for me, Judy was already on probation. If liquor was enough to make her forget about me this easily, then I wasn't sure I owed it to her to save her from herself. I put my arm around Katie's shoulders and slid the two of us lower in the water until only our heads showed. Together we prepared to watch the performance. 

By then, Judy had turned to lie facing in our direction, perpendicular to the man with her. His arm supported her back as she reclined, her head resting against his shoulder. Katie and I could see her breasts moving just at the surface of the water. Her eyes were closed, but she had the biggest smile on her face. 

I saw the man's free hand move to her breasts and begin to play with her nipples. Even in the warm water, her nipples responded to his attentions, becoming hard and extended. I felt the most uncomfortable grip inside my stomach as I watched my wife's breasts being fondled by another man, but I knew this was what had been happening often over the last year, and my hurt was replaced by a bit of justifiable anger. 

The second man moved to the end of the tub and sat on the edge. That put his knees on either side of Judy's head, and the man holding Judy slid closer to the end. Judy's ears brushed against the man's inner thighs, and I saw her open her eyes. There, directly above her face, the man's long, thick cock hung down, nearly touching her nose. 

I saw her eyes widen, but then the man holding her took his hand off her breasts and it disappeared under the water. Judy's mouth opened, and I knew where his hand had reached. For a moment I saw her knees rise to the surface and then open wide. I could imagine what his hand was doing to her under the water. 

Slowly, Judy's hands rose to her breasts. They lingered for only a moment, squeezing her nipples, then lifted to grasp the cock hanging above her. She leaned her head back, and with no hesitation, her tongue extended to lick the cock from the head back to the balls. She took his balls into her mouth for a few seconds, and I could see her tongue working gently around them. Then she pushed them out of her mouth, pulled the cock down toward her mouth, and I watched her swallow another man's dick. 

Katie's hand was between my legs, gently pulling on my own expanding cock. I couldn't believe I was getting excited watching what Judy was doing, but then, it was actually every man's most denied fantasy. Soon, Katie had me as hard as the man whose cock rested between Judy's lips. She leaned her mouth to my ear and whispered, "It's OK, my love. Let her go. This is what you wanted. You're free now." 

I didn't realize I had been so transparent, or that Katie was so intuitive that she understood things I hadn't even told her. My feelings were so confused, but with Katie there, I knew I would work my way through this. Katie's hand on my cock felt so good, I reached down underneath her ass and lifted her up through the water to sit on my lap facing toward Judy. My cock extended between her legs, and she rubbed my cockhead between her fingers. 

Her touch was too intense to let her continue, so meeting no resistance, I raised her hips slightly, then let my cock slide into her. She reached behind to find my hands and pulled them around her to cup each of her breasts. It was heavenly, holding her breasts from behind, my penis buried deep inside her. We didn't even move, just relaxed in the water, luxuriating in our pleasure. 

At the other end of the hot tub, Judy had abandoned any reluctance. She had turned to face the man sitting on the edge and was sucking his cock, sliding her head up and down on him. The first man moved to stand behind her, grasped her hips and drove his cock into her pussy from behind. Judy's moans of pleasure were becoming a bit loud, so I saw both men move to end the scene as quickly as possible. 

The man at the end slid into the tub, took Judy's head into his hands, and began thrusting his cock into her mouth. She was getting it from both ends now, crushed between the two strangers. In less than thirty seconds, both began to flex their strong legs and Judy's body shuddered as they each filled her with their spurting orgasms. I could see her own orgasm convulse her to the point the two men had to hold her head above the water. 

To my relief, they stayed with her a few minutes, letting her float in the water, supported in their arms. I took the opportunity to hold Katie tightly to me, to slide my own cock in and out of her grasping vagina, and then filled her with my own offering of cum. She sighed deeply in her throat, then slid off me and turned to kiss me tenderly. 

"Find me," she said, looking deeply into my eyes. Then she climbed out of the pool and walked steadily back toward her room. I watched her go, not even surprised that she didn't look back. I knew she had made the offer, and it was now totally up to me. There was no doubt in mind that I'd see her again.

Finally, I moved down the tub toward Judy. The two men floated her limp body into my arms, smiled guilty smiles, and climbed out of the tub. I sat there in the hot, gently bubbling water, holding my wife as she slid into sleep. It was sad, realizing what I had allowed to happen, admitting my own sins, but reconfirming to myself that the marriage was over. I wouldn't make it hard on her, I knew, and I really didn't think she was going to be surprised or particularly hurt. But still, it wouldn't be easy. 

I looked over my shoulder at the window in the hotel where I knew Katie was preparing to lie alone in bed. I saw the light go out. "Not too many more nights," I said to myself. "It won't be long, I promise."



No Going Back Ch. 05



Judy's hangover was severe, but she had little problem remembering the night before. We never talked about it in detail, but what happened that night made it much easier when I asked her for a divorce. I didn't demand anything from her but my freedom, and she actually seemed relieved. I think she already had someone waiting for her. 

During the next few months, Katie and I established an e-mail relationship that allowed us to get to know each other in the best of ways. Without the distraction of the sexual chemistry that had sparked our connection in Jamaica, we found we had a lot to share in other ways. By the time my separation from Judy was final, Katie and I were sure we wanted to see each other and find out if what we felt was real. 

Our first meeting, a full four months after Jamaica, was everything we hoped. We spent almost the entire three day weekend in bed, making love every couple hours and talking the rest of the time. We hardly ate or slept, but by the time I had to leave, we knew we were going to be together. 

I went home, wrapped up my obligations and prepared to move in with Katie. We were married the day my divorce from Judy was final. 

Our first year together was incredible. The sex was the best I had ever experienced. She was such a sensual woman, she was comfortable talking about anything. We used wild fantasies in our lovemaking, even though we didn't actually try any of the kinkier things we imagined. 

The fantasies we imagined often got me thinking about experiences I really wanted to try. I began collecting adult films and got Katie to watch some pretty wild things. Nothing seemed too strange for her to watch, although she was firm about one taboo. I was not to let my mind wander toward any stepfather/stepdaughter fantasies. She remembered all too well my initial experience with Chastity, and she had no intention of letting that possibility reoccur. 

Actually, I think Chastity was sufficiently cautious around me to prevent any thought of such fooling around. She was relatively accepting of me and her mom (I'm sure Katie had instructed her to be civil), but she stayed away from me as much as possible when she was home from college. 

I accepted that, of course, but it didn't stop me from admiring her whenever she was around. God, she was beautiful! There was no way I could help but picture her naked every time I saw her. I knew all too well what she looked like, and I also knew I'd never forget those perfect breasts and her incomparable pussy lips. 

Sometimes, it crossed my mind that I'd give anything just to see her naked one more time. However, the best I hoped for was to sit by the pool in the back yard and hide behind my sunglasses as I watched her sunning herself. Once in a while, she'd bend over just right and I'd imagine I could see her pink nipples peeking out from the top of her bikini. Other times, I was thrilled just to watch her thighs open when she moved. The material covering her pussy would tighten and my imagination would take me right back to Jamaica. I swear, sometimes I thought I could see those pussy lips right through her suit. 

While I never did see her naked during that first year with Katie, the fates did once grant me a huge favor. Chastity had purchased an Internet camera so she could talk to her friends "face to face." She had one at college, too, so when she talked to her mom, I often watched over Katie's shoulder. I memorized her ID, in case it might ever be "valuable." 

One night, she tried to contact her mother while I was using Katie's computer. Katie was away for the night, but Chas talked to me for a few minutes in order to leave her Mom a message. I was talking to her when one of the fire alarms in her dorm went off. She ran out without breaking the connection. I guess while she was out of the dorm, she and some friends decided to go out to a bar until they could get back in. 

It was several hours later when she came back. She must have had quite a bit to drink, because when she staggered in, she clearly didn't remember the computer was still on. Hoping something like that might happen, I had covered the camera lens on my end, so her screen looked innocent enough. 

To my wonder and amazement, she immediately began taking off her clothes. I sat there in front of the computer screen watching her incredible body appear again before my eyes. It was as spectacular as I remembered it. As I looked, she pulled off her T-shirt, and those perfectly formed breasts bounced in a way that had me quickly opening my pants with fumbling fingers. By the time she had her jeans off and was sliding down her panties, I was naked myself, my hardening cock wrapped tightly in my fist. 

I couldn't have asked for anything better. She sat down on the bed facing toward the computer, her legs spread. She even looked down between her legs, reached with one hand, and spread her pussy hair to look carefully at her beautiful slit. I guess she admired it as much as I did, because she took one slender finger and slid it from her tiny, hidden vaginal opening all the way up to the bud of her clitoris. As her finger moved, it pushed aside her stunningly distended, pink pussy lips, and my cock nearly reached the point of no return. 

I stroked myself faster and faster, and then the greatest thing happened. She looked up at the computer, and even though she was really high, she obviously remembered she had left the computer on. The look of horror on her face was priceless. She jumped up, her breasts jiggling, and ran across the room, directly at me. 

It was all I needed. By the time she got to the keyboard to turn off the computer, my orgasm was unstoppable. The last thing I saw before I closed my eyes was the desperate look on her face. With the clearest picture of her lovely body locked in my imagination, I stroked myself to the greatest orgasm I'd had in weeks. 

It took me ten minutes to clean up all the cum in the area around the computer.



No Going Back Ch. 06



Fantasies or not, I really did stay away from Chastity. With barely a word, Katie had placed the fiercest restrictions on any ideas I might have had, and I respected those restrictions completely. I had no reason to complain; Katie kept me totally satisfied. 

To be honest, our sex was so good that Katie often expressed the idea that it was a shame all women couldn't have a lover as good as I was. She usually used one or another of her good friends as examples of women who she wished knew how lucky she was to have me. Was that ever a boost to my ego! 

After she said it a number of times, I began to wonder if she truly meant it. One night, after a particularly explosive session of lovemaking, I asked her cautiously if she really wanted to consider offering me to one of her friends. She could never do that, she explained, but it was an incredible fantasy to imagine sharing me with someone who would never know who we were, who could never complicate our lives by wanting me more than just the one time. 

That was when I explained to her about AdultFriendfinder, and she got so excited, we made love again right away, imagining she was not my wife, and that I was there as a "gift" from a "friend." My orgasm was so powerful, I thought I was going to pass out. 

I explained to her how to search for women on Adultfriendfinder, and within two days, she had written a letter to a women who lived not too far away from us. It went like this. 

"My name is Katie, and yes, I understand you're looking for a man. Let me explain. 

From your profile, it appears you may be in a situation similar to one I experienced quite recently. Several years ago, I went through a nasty divorce and had to go back out into the world looking for a good man. I had been in that relationship for a long, long time, and in spite of the relief that it was over, it was not easy to be alone again. 

When I saw your profile, for some reason, it made me think of myself. Maybe you are in that same situation. If so, let me tell you, there is hope. There is wonderful hope. I know, because I found the man I was looking for, and I found him on the Internet. No, he wasn't on Adultfriendfinder, it was on a less . . . sexy . . . Website, but as wonderful as our sex life has become, I wouldn't have been surprised to find him on one of the adult sites. 

Anyway, I am writing to you to encourage you to hang in there. Your best dreams can come true. In the meantime, I am so completely thrilled by the man I've found, I want to use him as an example to you of what you should be looking for. My challenge is, "How do I accomplish that?" I've told him many times, I wished I could share him with other women who could appreciate him as I do. He's always laughed, until recently. Finally, the other day, he asked me, "Are you really serious? Do you actually think sharing me with another woman would help her be patient enough to wait for the right man, instead of making another bad choice?" 

At that point I had to ask myself the same question. Was I serious? Would there be a woman out there who not only needs to know what to look for, but who would be willing to take advantage of the offer to experience an example? Are you such a woman? If so, and if you and I find we have enough in common, I might be willing to share him with you. 

No, I'm not bisexual, and I'm not looking for anything physical from you myself. And no, I'm not going to offer him to you without my being there to share in the experience. He's mine, and I intend to watch him carefully, but . . . he's so wonderful, he deserves a chance to offer at least a little happiness to more than just me. And, I think, I just might find it very exciting personally to help him . . . and you. 

If you're interested . . . if you'd like simply to find out more about the possibilities, I can offer you, at the very least, a great fantasy to consider. I can also promise you full respect and discretion. I guarantee you won't regret finding out more. Let us hear from you by writing to us at our e-mail address. We'd love to see pictures of you, but your attractiveness is not a priority. In fact, if you're too pretty, I may not be willing to risk this (smile). 

By the way, my man Roger knows about this, and he is fully ready and enthusiastic to participate with anyone I choose. In a way, he says my present to you will be his present to me. Sound fascinating?" 

To our great surprise, we had a serious inquiry by the next day. Katie wrote back . . .

"Hello! Thank you for writing to us. I'll now tell you a bit more about what I propose. First, though, it's important to verify some of my assumptions about you. It's my expectation that you aren't attached to any other man, and in fact, probably haven't been dating anyone steadily. The reason I'm willing to share my man with you is that I remember how lonely it can be for a woman to be in her 40s or 50s and to be getting over a relationship that failed. It's a personally challenging time, and it usually leads to many self doubts. My primary goal is to give you a chance to feel good about yourself again, to realize that two very happy people can care enough about you to share important parts of themselves. 

So understand, if you're completely happy with your life and are only looking for a kinky experience, we're not the ones you want. We want you to appreciate the gift we are willing to offer. And we want to appreciate you, ourselves, for the effort you are putting forth to start your life over. We hope you understand what we are saying. If you do, that is the first test. 

Now, what are we really thinking about? We found your profile on adultfriendfinder. That means you are already thinking along the same lines as we. Yes, we expect you are seeking, and yes, we are offering . . . sex, or at least a warm, physical sharing. What's more unique, we hope, is that we truly do think of this experience as a gift. We want it to be a gift to you, while at the same time, we will certainly be considering it a gift to each other. 

You need to realize that our sex life is already far more wonderful than anything either of us has ever experienced. We are still discovering new and amazing things about each other, so we are not seeking to "rekindle" anything, or to spice up a sex life that's not hot enough already. In fact, it's so good, this all started because I actually feel so sorry for his past lovers. They lost him. 

When I tell him how sorry I am for them, he says they probably aren't as devastated as I think they should be. If so, then they never appreciated him as they should have. Or, at the least (as he says), they never inspired in him the incredible lovemaking we now experience. 

At times recently, I've made the comment that I wished I could offer him to others who would appreciate him as I do. He finally one day responded, "If you did offer me, as a gift, to someone you cared for, you know I'd not refuse." Well, yes, he did smile rather wickedly when he said it, but I know he understands what I was saying. He knows that I have several friends who I'd do anything for, anything to make them happier during some of their challenges. He also knows I'd love to let them know first hand how lucky I think I am to have him. 

The problem is that sharing him with anyone we know is just too risky. For one thing, there are reputations involved. With some friends, there are still child custody cases pending. There are just too many things that could go wrong and ruin these special friendships. But then, we thought maybe . . . maybe with someone we don't know at all . . . in the tradition of "pay it forward," maybe we could satisfy the same desire to give such a "gift." We decided to give it a try . . . and here you are. 

So, still interested? If so, this is the way it might work. Tell us about yourself. Tell us why you're alone, and why you're interested in considering this opportunity. Tell us as much as you want, to help us understand. It may even help you just to tell us your story. As I've said before, I promise you total confidentiality and total respect. I'm willing to bet that I've been through times as bad as yours, and I guarantee I'll be sympathetic. 

We'll correspond as much as the three of us find necessary. It may never go beyond that. If that is the case, you'll never be left with the impression we didn't want "you." That's the exact opposite of what we desire. If we all do move ahead with this idea, we would like someday to meet you in a private, relaxed set of circumstances. We can't entertain at our place, so we'd prefer yours, but there may be other alternatives. 

Let me know if you're ready to do this, and if it all feels right, let's make it happen!" 

Katie



No Going Back Ch. 07



The best way to explain what happened the next weekend is to show you the letter Katie wrote when we got home after our experience with Terri. 

Dear Terri, 

It's really, really late, but we just got home, and I promised you I'd send an e-mail and give you something to help you remember tonight. This will be there for you in the morning. 

We arrived at your house at 6:00 p.m., and you met us at the door. You were dressed in a simple pair of grey slacks and a colorful sleeveless top. You hair was cut short in an attractive style, and your smile was shy, but friendly. You invited us in and gave us a quick tour of the main floor of your house. Everything was neat and clean, and we felt at home immediately. 

I introduced Roger to you and you smiled another extremely shy smile. Roger is about 5'10" and weighs about 170. He has thin grey hair and beautiful hazel eyes. Although not tall, he has broad shoulders and wonderfully strong legs. The three of us went out to the back of the house and sat in comfortable chairs around a little table that you had supplied with appetizers. Nearby was a grill already filled with charcoal. I'd told you Roger was happy to cook something for us on the grill. 

We made small talk for a few moments, then you suggested Roger start the grill while you and I went inside to make some margaritas. Inside, I verified that you still found Roger as attractive as you had expected, based on his pictures. You could sense that I was as nervous about this as you, and I could feel you relax. We even talked briefly about how incredible it was that I was willing to consider this. I told you honestly that I still didn't believe it was happening, but I didn't want to back out now. 

We talked about how wonderful this could be if we both acknowledged how shockingly erotic the situation was, and if we agreed to trust each other enough to give up as much of our shyness as possible. We committed to trust Roger to be delicate and sensitive with both of us. By the time we returned to the back yard, Roger had the grill going. He smile warmly at us both, aware that we had been talking about what lay ahead. We all attacked the margaritas, aware that we were each probably looking for a little reassurance from the alcohol. I reminded us not to over indulge and lose any of the benefits that a clear head would later enjoy. 

Dinner was great. We laughed a great deal, nervously at first, but with greater comfort as the evening progressed. By the end of dessert, we felt like old friends, and when Roger suggested putting the dishes in the sink and getting a tour of the rest of the house, you agreed with little hesitation. Your bedroom was warmly feminine and colorful. I was pleased to see you had taken care to build an environment that supported your best emotions. I opened the bag I had brought and took out candles and some special lotions. Roger left the room to run a bath for you in the tub. 

Once he left the room, I took your robe from the back of the door and lay it on the bed. "It's time to get undressed," I said with a smile. I moved to unbutton the front of your top, and you shuddered a bit. "It's OK," I promised. "I understand. Just relax." 

I finished the buttons and turned you away from me to slide the top off your shoulders. I reached to unsnap your bra for you, then stopped to let you make the next move. You were facing the head of the bed, with me and the bathroom behind you. Slowly you removed the bra and laid it on the bed. I admired you, standing there in front of me, your breasts bare, even though I couldn't see them. "You're going to enjoy this, I promise," I whispered. "Take off the rest of your things." 

I could tell you thought one last time about this, then you took a deep breath, and bent over to slide your slacks down to the floor. From behind you, I could see your breasts move away from your body as you bent over, then stood up again. I watched in fascination as you repeated the move to take off your panties. I felt a twist of excitement in my stomach as I watched you. It was already more erotic than I had anticipated. 

There you were, a totally naked woman, standing bare and vulnerable in front of me. I thought quickly of how embarrassed and self-conscious I would feel in your place, and my heart went out to you. I put my hands on your shoulders, and I think we were both surprised by the contact. You started to move away, then stopped. For only a moment, I squeezed your shoulders and you sighed. Surprising myself, I leaned over and kissed you gently between your shoulder blades, then before you could become nervous, I picked up your robe and wrapped it around you. 

You slid your arms into the sleeves, tied the robe closed and turned to face me. We looked in each other's eyes, searching, hoping for some obvious mutual expectations. I smiled at you and shrugged my shoulders, and you understood. It was new ground for us both. Roger called out from the bathroom that the tub was ready. I reached out to you, you took my hand, and we walked into the beginning of an entirely new experience. 



No Going Back Ch. 08



Roger was standing next to the tub which was filled with bubbles. He had taken off all his clothes, except for a black pair of briefs. I watched your eyes to see the reaction, and I saw with pleasure that you were not disappointed. I could tell the first things you noticed were his strongly muscled legs. Swimming, his favorite exercise, had maintained their strength in ways that I knew you couldn't yet appreciate. 

The next thing I saw you notice also pleased me. You scanned his broad shoulders and chest, then I saw your gaze stop on the hair that grew on his chest. It was almost entirely white. But then you noticed, the less thick, almost delicate hair on his stomach was nearly black. It was one of my favorite contrasts, and I found myself looking forward to the moment when you would find on his body yet another color hair. I almost blushed to realize what I was anticipating. 

"Are you ready to slide into this delicious water?" Roger asked with a smile. I saw you realize that he expected you now to take off your robe, and I could tell you were a little scared. He could tell, also, and he smiled again. "Let me turn my back while Katie helps you," he said, and he walked to the window of the bathroom and looked out. 

You and I were facing each other. I reached to untie the loose knot of your robe and as it released, I opened your robe, baring your body. I hesitated for a moment, to see if you would be too embarrassed to let me do that, and you did tense, but you didn't protest. I took a quick look at your body, noticing the marks of childbirth and of age. They were familiar marks, marks I, too, bore, and I felt a warm connection with how you must feel, standing naked in front of me. 

"You are truly beautiful," I said, and I meant it. You smiled, knowing what I meant, and grateful for what we shared. I pushed the robe back off your shoulders, and as you turned, I slid it off your arms and moved to hang it on the hook behind the door. When I turned back, you had slid under the bubbles in the tub, and only your head and shoulders were still visible above the suds. 

"Ready?" Roger asked with pleasure in his voice. He walked over to the tub and sat on the edge, his hips near your head. "Let me have the soap, OK?" He dipped his hand with the soap in the water, lathered up both hands, and reached gently to place his hands on your shoulders. I smiled to myself, knowing that his talented fingers were about to make you very happy. 

Without words, he began to massage your shoulders. His fingers were gentle, but firm, and in less than thirty seconds, I could see you began to relax. His hands, I knew, had almost a magical quality to them. I sometimes thought his touch actually generated some kind of electric current, but I knew it was only his uncanny ability to express whatever he was feeling through his touch. 

It was delightful to watch his hands at work. I often watched them in the car as he drove. It was almost possible, if I let myself go, to imagine my body as the steering wheel. That is how much I enjoyed what his hands were capable of doing. This, however, was the first time I'd ever seen his hands on the body of another woman. I took a deep breath and waited, wondering if I was really ready for this. It was the look on your face that convinced me I was. 

The smile on your face was angelic. I don't know if you already felt safe with Roger, if my sitting there beside the tub made it all OK, or if his hands affected you the way they did me. All I knew was that you were happy with what he was doing. 

After several minutes of massaging your shoulders and your neck, Roger put one hand behind your neck, the other one high on your chest, and then he pushed gently on your chest until you were leaning back against the end of the tub. He then began to run his fingers over and around the front of your neck, up to your chin, along the sides of your face, across your forehead, down along your cheeks, and around and around your face in random ways. I saw all the tension leave your features. I saw you relax fully. It was beautiful. 

Roger was now using one hand to stroke your face, and the other hand rested lightly on your chest. The fingers on your chest were drawing little designs on your breastbone, so lightly that I wasn't even sure you noticed. Finally, he allowed his fingers to trace the center line of your body, down, down, down beneath the bubbles toward your tummy. I couldn't tell how far his hand traveled, but I expect his hand reached barely to your navel, then retraced his path to a spot between your breasts. 

You opened your eyes, not startled, but curious. I saw Roger's eyes meet yours. I saw him wait, for your permission. You closed your eyes, your lips in a comfortable smile. Roger turned to look at me, and I gave him the same smile. The steam rose from the water in the tub. Roger turned back to you and moved both hands to your chest. 

For a moment, he used the fingers on both hands to play along your breastbone, as if it were a delicate piano. Then, he reached across your body, and forming a semi-circle with his fingers, he outlined the far swell of your right breast. Parting his hands, his fingers followed the upper and lower contours, meeting again at the center of your chest. A brief hesitation, then he continued toward his side of your body, again outlining the top and bottom of your left breast, his fingers meeting on your left side. 

Next, he reached across again, placed his fingers as before, and moved around the swell of your right breast. This time, I could tell the distance between his fingers on top and those on the bottom was smaller, closer to your nipple. I was sure your sensed the difference, too, especially as he continued along your left breast, again with his fingers closer to your nipple than the first time.

Several more repetitions, and his fingers were now sliding directly across the softest areas of your flesh, barely millimeters from the edges of your hardening aureoles. Your eyes were tightly closed now. I knew you were lost in anticipation, eager for what you expected to come next. 

He stopped for a moment, then placed one finger on your right breast, just below the nipple. Slowly then, he began using that one finger to circle the nipple, so close to touching it, but not yet, not quite. Then the other breast, circling, circling. 

I could see your breathing getting deeper. I knew you must be feeling so wonderful. Finally, after paying full attention to both breasts, several times each, without warning, he allowed one finger to move directly across the nipple itself. The change caught you by surprise, and I heard you moan softly. I actually felt a surge of electricity in the pit of my own stomach. 

It was a new and incredibly intense experience to watch this happening. Then, Roger made the experience even more so. He reached out, took my hand, extended my index finger, and drew my hand to your breast. He placed the tip of my finger just below your left nipple, then moved one of his own fingers to the other breast. He smiled at me, nodded, and ran his finger directly across the center of your nipple. You gasped, but before you even finished the breath, I used my finger to do the same on the other nipple. Your entire body shuddered. 

We began playing gently with your nipples, avoiding the swollen centers, but teasing the hard aureoles with the most insistent of caresses. Before long, your entire body seemed to be vibrating, and I could tell your legs were moving rhythmically beneath the water. I wondered if you were opening and closing your legs, and I found to my surprise, I wished I could see under the bubbles. 

Taking my cue from Roger, we both began alternating caresses of your nipples with gentle pinches and pulls. You were now actually whimpering, and I felt a wetness beginning between my legs. This was so surprising to me, I'd never imagined reacting this way. Roger now stood and moved around me to kneel near the middle of the tub. He took my other hand and moved it to your breasts, and I continued exciting you, the very first time I'd ever touched another woman's breasts like this. 

I watched as he slid his hands beneath the water, and I knew his fingers had found your tummy when I felt your hips rise to meet them. He rested one hand gently on your stomach, and I saw the other hand move to the area of your knees. He waited a moment, until your attention returned to the effect my fingers were having, then I saw him move the hand beneath the water near your knees. I heard a low moan come from deep in your throat, and then I saw the bubbles move as your knees separated and your thighs opened. 

His right hand began moving, tracing designs on your lower belly. I knew it was circling, moving lower, gradually approaching the spot where your hair began. I could sense the moment when he felt the first hairs and began moving his fingers side to side, following the triangle formed by your neatly trimmed bush. I know how much I loved how it felt when his fingers did that to me, and again I felt a rush of excitement, knowing what you must be feeling. 

Both of his hands were in action now. I could tell his left hand had moved above your knees and was touching your inner thighs. Any resistance you might have had was now completely gone. You breasts were nearly reaching for my fingers as I touched you, and I could tell your legs were spread wide open under the water. You were ready for his hands to touch you . . . there . . . and I knew he wouldn't make you wait, not when you were this ready. 

His hand moved higher between your legs. I saw that it came close, then retreated, came close, then retreated. Then, he moved his hand higher, hesitated, and I saw him reach for you, exactly where you wanted. Your mouth opened and your head began moving slowly side to side. I could only imagine what he was doing to you under the water, between your legs. From your reactions, I was shocked to realize how close you were already. I could tell this was happening quickly, the situation was so erotic, you were nearly there from his first touch. 

Roger could tell exactly what he was doing to you. He nudged me away from you, and my hands left your breasts. He touched you for a moment longer, then left his hand where it was, but shifted his knees and moved closer to the head of the tub. He reached for your face with his right hand and caressed your cheek. You opened your eyes and he bent down and touched his lips to yours. Your mouth opened and I saw your tongues meet before both sets of lips sealed themselves to each other. 

Your body tensed. I thought it was going to happen. Then, Roger stopped. His left hand slid up your body, across your tummy, up to your chest where he ran his fingers across and around each nipple, then up to join the other hand encircling your face. Your eyes opened to find his staring warmly into yours. 

"It's time, my dear, to get out of the tub and come to bed," he said with a smile. "Will you join me? Will you join . . . us?"



No Going Back Ch. 09



He extended his hand to you, you took it, and like Venus emerging from the sea, you rose from the bubbles. You stood there in all your naked glory, your excitement overwhelming any embarrassment or reluctance. He helped you from the tub and into the huge, fluffy towel I held waiting for you. Together we dried you, touching you tenderly through the soft material. You were shaking steadily, so great was your desire. 

We walked you into the bedroom where you sat on the edge of the bed. Roger kneeled at your feet, then raised himself to take your face once again in his hands. He kissed you tenderly, and as he did, he pulled the towel from your shoulders, around from your back, and let it drop to your sides. Without stopping his kisses, his hands moved to your breasts. His palms cupped them lovingly, then his fingers began again their insistent, exciting stimulations. 

He shifted his knees to move closer to you, and you opened your legs as his hips reached the edge of the bed. Your knees were now on either side of his hips, and I saw you wrap your arms around him, pulling his chest tight against your breasts. I was sensing the first pangs of what might have become jealousy when Roger turned to look at me, reached out his hand, and pulled me to sit beside the two of you on the edge of the bed. 

Without releasing you, he raised his face to me, drew my face down to him, and kissed me deeply, your own face only inches from my own. It was exactly what I needed, and as my lips separated from his, your eyes sought mine. My heart singing, I leaned over and kissed you on the forehead. I knew this was what I wanted for you both, and I knew it was going to be beautiful. 

Roger turned again to you. One more warm kiss, then he smiled into you eyes and began to slide lower in front of you. He paused for a moment to kiss your neck, then the top of your chest, then . . . he slid his lips to the side. His breath blew directly across your right breast, and I saw the nipple harden. 

There wasn't much need to tease you now, you were so very ready. He extended his tongue and let it flick lightly directly on top of your nipple. I think you and I both felt sparks running from our breasts down to between our legs. I know your legs moved to wrap themselves around his hips, attempting to draw him toward you. 

Then, with his right hand, he began to pinch gently on your left nipple while he drew your right nipple into his mouth. Your head rolled back, your mouth hung open, your eyes were tightly shut. Again, I thought your orgasm was right there, just waiting to be released. I wondered how long it had been for you, and I celebrated how big it was probably going to be. 

His left hand moved between your legs. Your legs were already widely spread by his hips, and I saw him place one finger just at the edge of your opening. He slid the tip of his finger in, less than an inch, turned it slightly, and when he withdrew it, your moisture covered the end of his finger like thick honey. 

I watched in total fascination. I'd never seen another woman like this. I'd never even been able to see myself like this before. Your vagina was so completely open to his probing, so vulnerable, so bare . . . so wet and glistening. I found for the first time that I understood why men found us women so . . . intriguing. 

Your slippery, dripping pussy was like a beautiful creature, separate from the rest of your body. It seemed almost to be pulsing, grasping, attempting to grab his finger and suck it deep inside you. I began to imagine what it must feel like to be a man, to slide a sensitive, hard penis deep into that burning envelope. 

Roger began to insert his finger lightly into you, then withdraw it, then insert it again. Your juices were already dripping from your slit and beginning to run down toward the crack of your ass. I saw him catch the stream with his finger and slide it back up toward the hard little button at the top of your pussy. I saw you tense as his finger approached. I knew if he touched you, it would begin to happen. I'd never seen anyone so ready for an orgasm. 

Roger knew how close you were, and didn't want you to have your first orgasm from his finger. He knew where he wanted to be when it happened, and I saw him release your body and stand. His movement forced your legs away from his hips, but still it took you a moment to realize what was happening. He stood there in front of you, his briefs bulging mightily with his own excitement. I saw you stare hotly at his hidden treasure, trying to decide whether to reach for it on your own. 

Then, he looked at me and smiled a wicked smile. He reached for my hand and pulled me off the edge of the bed to kneel in front of him. It was easy for me to imagine what he wanted. At first I was shocked. This wasn't what I expected. Yet, I was so excited myself, and I couldn't stand waiting any longer. I reached for his pants, pulled the front away from his body, and lowered the waistband past his hips. His beautiful, long, hard cock sprang out from his body, pointing directly at my face. 

I looked at your face, but you had no interest in looking at me. You eyes were locked on Roger, or at least on one special part of him. I realized that if I didn't move quickly, you'd certainly reach him before I did. Even though I knew he was yours tonight, I leaned forward and sucked him warmly into my mouth. He tasted perfect, a musky, salty taste that I knew so very well. I slid him in and out of my mouth several times, then released him to bounce up and down in front of my face. He wasn't all that far from an orgasm, himself. 

As I leaned back, you reached out to take him in your hands. I was touched by the gentleness, the near reverence with which you handled him. One hand moved to cup his balls, the other wrapped around his shaft, sliding loosely up and down from the head to the base. I could sense that you knew what you were doing, that you could have made him cum that way if you had wanted. I remember acknowledging a small hope that you wouldn't be "too good" with him. 

Your hands reached for his hips and pulled him back between your legs. All shyness gone, I watched you place your hands on his ass and pull him strongly toward your face. In one movement, he slid soundlessly into your mouth, stopping only once you had taken him all the way to the back of your throat. He allowed you to push him gently back, and then he set up a slow rhythm, moving into your mouth and out, in and out. 

He let you continue for several moments, then realized you were going to push him over the edge if he let you continue. He placed his hands on your shoulders and pushed you softly away. He continued the pressure until you fell back onto the bed. Patting the pillow, he helped you turn your body lengthwise to the bed and slide up to the top. I stood and surveyed the scene I had helped to create. 

Your naked body was laid out on the bed for both of us to see. Roger was kneeling on the bed, his hips even with your head. His erect cock stuck out directly over your face. With a motion of his hand, he directed me to walk around to the other side of the bed and climb up to sit against the headboard, next to you. He took one of my hands and placed it on his stiff penis. He took one of yours and moved it to cup his balls. Together you and I caressed him, feeling his heat, watching his staff jump with each sensitive touch. 

His left hand reached to tickle, pinch and pull on your nipples. Then, his right hand reached to my chest and I felt his fingernails scratch across one of my breasts right through my blouse and bra. I felt electricity run throughout my body. Before I could think, he began unbuttoning my blouse, then he slid his fingers inside my bra to touch my nipple. I couldn't believe he was doing this, but I couldn't begin to tell him to stop. 

His left hand slid down to the space between your legs and I saw his fingers reach deeper, searching for your opening. When he found it, the sound that came from your throat turned me inside out. Not even thinking of anything but the feel of his hands on my breasts, I quickly slid off my blouse and almost tore off my bra. My large, soft breasts fell free, caught immediately by his warm hand. He reached for my nipples and tweaked them each in turn. I couldn't believe my breasts were bare, here in front of another woman, but I couldn't help it, it just felt so good. 

Again you were clearly on the verge of an orgasm. Roger looked at me, and I realized it was time. His look asked me if I was still sure, and throwing caution to the winds I nodded, wide-eyed. He shifted his body down along yours and when his knees were even with your feet, he inserted one knee between your ankles. Your legs parted slightly and he pulled the other knee next to his first. Your legs were forced farther apart. 

He slid one knee forward, then the other. His intention was clear, and without hesitation, I saw you open your thighs. I'm sure I gasped, and when I did, you opened you eyes and looked up at me. I don't know whether you were surprised to see my bare breasts hanging free above your face, but without a word, you shifted position slightly and suddenly you were leaning against me, your head between my breasts. 

I didn't know what to do. I looked at Roger and saw that his concentration was certainly not on me. His hands were on your inner thighs, stroking you, opening your legs even more. Your wet, gleaming pussy was actually shining in the light of the bedroom. Knowing the moment had come, Roger shifted himself forward, his strong thighs actually forcing your knees to rise off the bed, your body totally open to his advance. 

He took his rock hard staff and as I watched mesmerized, I saw him touch it to your clitoris. The heat of the end must have felt like fire on your most sensitive spot, and instantly, your head pushed back between my breasts. Your hair felt so soft on my skin, and I loved how it brushed across my aching nipples. 

Then, finally, I knew Roger was ready. I swallowed hard, knowing this was going to be difficult to watch. He leaned forward, his upper body lowering itself against your breasts. His hands reached for your face, cupping your cheeks. His eyes were only two inches from yours. All movement stopped. 

I felt him shift his weight ever so slightly on the bed, and I heard you gasp. Neither of us could see what was happening beneath his hips, but I knew from your breathing exactly what was taking place. Then, his hips moved firmly toward yours, and I knew he had, in one move, buried himself halfway into you. 

Your entire body tensed, and before I could react, your hands reached to the sides of your face and grasped hold of both my breasts. It didn't hurt, but you had me totally helpless. My nipples were between your fingers, and I felt a mini-spasm start between my legs. 

Between your thighs, Roger prepared to complete his thrust. He pulled back slightly and I felt you take a huge breath. Then, he looked again into your face and drove himself forcibly into you. You let go of one of my breasts and threw a hand across your mouth. Under your fingers, I heard a scream of intense pleasure. My heart was beating so fast, I thought I might faint. I could only begin to imagine what you must be feeling. 

Knowing you were going to cum quickly, Roger began a slow series of long, strong thrusts. He raised his chest from yours, and for the first time, I saw what it looked like to see him sliding in and out of a wet, grasping pussy. Your vagina truly did suck at his cock. Each time he withdrew, your vaginal lips were pulled outward around him, exactly as if they didn't want to let him go. I could feel the effect deep inside my own body, and I realized I was close to an orgasm just from watching what he was doing to you. 

It took less than two minutes for his thrusts to overwhelm any last vestiges of your control. Suddenly you released my breasts, through your arms around his shoulders, and wrapped your legs tightly around his hips. Roger braced his feet against the footboard and began using his strong legs to pound himself into you. I watched in amazement as you began to match his thrusts with movements of your own hips. The bed shook and creaked as the two of you crushed your bodies against each other. 

Then, your orgasm began. Roger continued thrusting into you, but you had stopped all your movements and were simply hanging onto him as if you were about to explode. Then you did. The sounds you made were so intensely erotic, that as I watched my lover bury himself deep inside another woman, I found myself orgasming right along with you. 

You shook and shuddered for at least a full minute, with Roger teasing every last spasm out of your quivering, trembling body. Finally, you stopped, and with a satisfied sigh, Roger rolled over, pulling you with him to lie on his chest. He was still buried deep inside you. Somehow he had managed not to cum, and I realized you still had some pleasure left ahead of you.



No Going Back Ch. 10



You lay on top of him, slightly toward my side of the bed. Warmed by what had just occurred, I rolled toward you, my breasts squeezed softly against the back of your neck. The three of us lay without speaking for several minutes. I couldn't imagine what was going to happen next, but then I felt Roger's hips beginning to move under you, and I heard you gasp and begin to breathe with a now familiar intensity. It seemed like it was now Roger's turn, and I was pleased to realize you and I both were happy to give him his due. 

I watched him moving underneath you for a few minutes, then I saw him put his hands on your shoulders and push your chest up and off of his. As your breasts came into view, it surprised me to see how flushed and red they were. Your nipples were dark and erect, I could tell my own were showing how excited I was, also. 

Roger's hands moved to your hips and he began to push and pull them back and forward along his body. I knew the movement was causing him to slide in and out of your dripping pussy. With your eyes losing focus again, you took up the motion on your own. It was stunning to watch your thigh muscles take over and begin thrusting your hips back and forth, burying him deep into yourself with each thrust. 

With his hands now free, he placed them on your breasts, your nipples extending between his fingers. He worked your breasts as you moved, urging you on, encouraging you to reach for one more orgasm before he allowed his own. It didn't take you long. You threw your head back and moaned a wild cry from deep in your throat. 

This time, you must have been squeezing Roger in a way he couldn't resist. He grabbed you with his arms, pulling you back down to his chest, and his hips began a series of thrusts that nearly threw your head against the headboard. Finally, he buried himself as deeply into you as possible and growled in satisfaction as his cock spewed its load into the very center of your being. 

I sat there stunned at the power of what I had just witnessed. It was not so very different from what Roger and I experienced with each other every day, but to see it happen like this, with Roger in the arms of another woman . . . it was nearly too much to endure. I was just about to get up off the bed, unsure of where I should be or what I should do, when you looked up at me, tears streaming down your cheeks, and then threw yourself into my arms. You buried your face between my breasts and cried, your body shaking almost as hard as it had during your orgasm. I held you and rocked you and whispered gentle reassurances. 

It was a warm and loving moment, and I felt right again about what I had allowed. Then, suddenly, but gently, I felt your tongue on one of my nipples. I shuddered with the surprising sensation and started to move, but you reached up and placed a hard on my face. "Please," you begged. "Please, don't move. Please, let me do this." 

Again, I was confused, unsure what to do. You pulled my nipple into your mouth, and it felt so good. I wanted you to stop, this was not what I intended, but . . . it felt so good. Roger moved to lie beside me. He took my face in his hands and kissed me deeply. The kiss went on and on, while my breasts were caressed, kissed and sucked by a now unseen mouth. The erotic excitement I had been feeling all along began to burn hotly. 

I felt a hand slide under my skirt, along my calf, and before I could stop it, up to my knee and beyond, to my inner thigh. "Roger, please, stop this," I cried. My body was reacting to what was happening, and I knew if it didn't stop right now, I was going to lose control. I felt him push you away, and I started to relax. Then, I felt his hand on my thigh, touching me sensually, aiming for the spot that wanted his touch so very much. 

For a moment, I forgot where I was, and his hand made it all the way up to my panties. He touched me through the material, and I arched my hips toward him. Then I remembered, I was lying on another woman's bed, my legs open, my dress up around my hips. I tried to struggle, but two other hands reached to my thighs, holding them gently apart. Roger's fingers moved to pull my panties aside, and I felt the bare, hot skin of his fingers on my already wet pussy lips. I groaned, knowing that I was losing control rapidly. 

The two hands I couldn't see suddenly grasped the side of my panties and pulled. I struggled, trying to hold my hips down onto the bed, but they were dragged determinedly down to my knees, then beyond to my feet, and finally off. Roger's hand moved deeper between my legs, and I just couldn't make myself hold my legs together. My hips flexed outward, my knees parted, and in complete embarrassment, I opened my legs to your view of my most private parts. 

As Roger continued to excite me as he knew so perfectly well I couldn't resist, I felt your hands stroking my thighs. It was only because I couldn't see you that I wasn't screaming in horror at what was happening. I was almost out of control when Roger's fingers moved to my clitoris and began an insistent circling. And then, your hands on my thighs slid higher. I felt your fingers crawling across my skin, higher and higher. I knew where they were headed and I tried again to struggle. Roger leaned a bit heavier against me, rubbed me in a way that melted my resistance, and I felt your fingers reach their target. 

One, then two, then many fingers began exploring every crack and crevice of my vagina. It felt like a thousand fingers, probing me, invading me, driving my passion over the top. I started cumming and your fingers were drawn inside me and held in a grip like a vise. Roger felt me explode and raised his body to kneel beside me. His cock was hard again, or maybe it had never even lost its erection. All I knew was that I had to have it inside me. 

"Please," I begged. "I have to have it. I want you inside me!" 

He moved quickly to kneel between my legs, lowered his hips, and for only a second, I felt his burning cockhead at the entrance to my vagina. Then, he drove himself against me. The orgasm had tightened me so that he had to push determinedly with his hips to enter me. He forced himself past my opening, then slid steadily downward, not stopping until he was all the way inside. 

I was lost in his movements. He set up a rhythm of thrusts designed to drive us both to the top. With his feet braced against the footboard, the entire bed was shaking like we were in an earthquake. I could barely see through the haze of my passion, but as I turned my head, I found you had moved to lie beside us, far enough apart to see all that was happening. You looked directly into my eyes, and I knew you were trying your best to encourage me to let myself go. I don't think I had any choice. 

I gave up and threw my legs around Roger's hips. He sensed my total acceptance and raised himself enough to look down at me as he stroked me with his full power. He placed his hands on my breasts and surveyed what was happening. His wife was lying under him, accepting his plunging cock deep inside her, as another woman watched in fascination from less than two feet away. It was all he needed to reach his second explosive orgasm in less than fifteen minutes. He had never cum that quickly before, and I could tell it overwhelmed him totally. 

We thrust against each other until the last spasm was complete, then he collapsed on top of me, finally rolling to my side between the two women he had just gloriously fucked. He lay on his back, and you and I both tucked ourselves under his arms, our heads on his chest. Even one hour ago, this would have been unthinkable, but now I lay there, the top of my head touching yours, our hands together on my husband's stomach, only inches from the cock that had just minutes ago been inside of each of us. 

I think we all may have fallen asleep for a short while. Finally Roger shifted his weight, and we rolled enough away from him that he could sit up between us. He smiled at me, kissed me gently, and crawled out from between us. I watched him walk from the bedroom to the bath, admiring the view that never failed to make my heart jump with pleasure. When I heard the shower start, I turned to look at you. As I expected, you were looking back at me. 

"Was it all you hoped for" I asked. I realized that was not only an unfair question, but it was also pretty stupid, based on what we had just experienced. It looked like you were going to start crying again, so I smiled, and held out my arms. You rolled quickly over to me, and we held each other, understanding that words were simply not sufficient at the moment. 

When Roger came out of the bathroom, you were asleep. He winked at me and headed downstairs. I got up, spent a few minutes in the bathroom, and walked back to the bed where you lay sleeping. I tucked you in carefully and knelt by the edge of the bed. 

"Sweetie, wake up for a minute," I called. Your eyes opened. "We're gonna go now," I said. "You sleep and dream wonderful dreams about what we just shared. I'll call you tomorrow and we can talk. And if I can, I'll send you an e-mail to help you remember tonight. OK?" 

You nodded and closed your eyes again. One tear squeezed out from beneath each eyelid, and I knew you were trying not to think about what tomorrow would bring. To be honest, I had those same questions myself. 

I'll send this now, then I need to get to sleep. Tomorrow, I will call, I promise. Roger sends his love. He says you are truly beautiful. I know he means it . . . because you are. 

Katie



No Going Back Ch. 11



Dear Katie, 

Katie, it's me, Theresa . . . Terri . . . you know , from last night. Oh God, of course you know. Oh God, Katie. I don't even know where to begin. 

I woke up this morning really late. As I began to wake up, it was like I had been having the most wonderful dream ever. I felt so happy, so relaxed, so . . . perfectly exhausted. That's when I remembered. It took a few moments to sort out the memories, then a few more to convince myself they were real. I reached down between my legs and felt the slight morning soreness I hadn't experienced in a while. 

Suddenly the power of what had happened hit me. My eyes flew open and I looked wildly around the bedroom. Where were you? Where was Roger? I almost jumped up to run madly through the house looking for you, but then I remembered you kneeling by the bed and telling me goodbye. 

I tried to feel the joy I had experienced such a few hours ago, and for a moment, I was lifted up to a beautiful place. Then, I looked at the empty space on the bed next to me, and in a way that I never would have imagined, I missed you very, very much . . . almost too much to bear. I started to cry, and I've been crying off and on for the last hour. 

I feel better now. I feel better enough to sit here and write to you. I feel happy enough now to try to thank you, and Roger, for a gift far beyond anything I expected. God Katie, who are you people? Where did you come from? Why did you choose me? And . . . can I please, please see you again. Please! 

I know, you said that wasn't the idea. I know you don't want to start a relationship. I know . . . there may be . . . others. But please Katie, I have to see you, at least one more time. Maybe I can stand it if I don't see Roger again, I know he's yours, but I need to see you. I need to talk to you about what happened, what I felt, how I'm supposed to find that again. 

I have to, you know. If that's what you were trying to show me, you succeeded. Oh, I know you and Roger were purposefully trying to create an ideal experience. I know I may never have that exact same experience again. But Katie, it feels like my body, my very soul, is on fire. I need help coming down again. I can't stand being here alone, trying to make sense of what happened. Please Katie, call me. I need to see you. I need your help. 

If I hadn't already had second thoughts about what we had done with Terri, her e-mail certainly brought them out in full force. I was pretty sure I knew what she was feeling, and that actually did make it impossible not to see her. We'd created an obligation now, a bigger responsibility than I had imagined. Maybe I could handle this with one quick visit. I sure hoped so. 

Roger agreed that it would be wrong for him to go, so I got in the car and drove the 75 miles to Terri's house. I had time to think on the way, but no amount of time was going to be enough to predict what Terri was going to need from me. 

She was standing in the doorway before I could even get out of the car. To her credit, she managed not to run to me, but waited until I entered her house and she closed the door. She turned to me, her eyes wet, took several steps toward me, and almost collapsed into my arms. 

I held her for a moment, hoping this would pass, but as her crying got more intense, her knees began to weaken. There didn't seem to be any option. 

"Come on, Terri, let's go upstairs. You need to lie down." I helped her up to her bedroom, led her to the bed and sat on the edge next to her. She turned to put her head in my lap, and I let her cry. She wasn't close to hysterical, so I felt a little more comfortable, but she clearly needed to get rid of some of the intense emotions she was feeling. 

It was strange, sitting here on the bed of a woman my own age, holding her as if she were a little child. I let my hand move to her head, and as she slowly dealt with her reactions to last night, I stroked her hair, soothing her, reassuring her. She moved her arms to encircle my hips, her face nearly buried between my thighs. There was nothing erotic about her actions, but it was disconcerting, especially after the intimacy we had shared less than 24 hours ago. 

I turned to move her face away from my lap, and found it easiest just to lie down beside her. She snuggled up against me, but now her face was buried softly against my breasts. Oh well, I thought, I owe her this. I let her relax against me, her crying now almost stopped. 

Finally, she began to talk about last night. It wasn't what I had wanted, but as she described to me the wonder that Roger's touch had inspired in her, I found it excited me to remember it, myself. Her descriptions of his tender caresses, her amazement at how her body had reacted to him, it was all familiar to me, but somehow new, hearing it from her. 

I could tell she was getting herself excited, simply by remembering Roger's hands. I was getting a little nervous, but I knew this was what she needed to do . . . to talk about it, to relive it apart from the reality. I could tell she had one hand between her legs. She didn't appear to be playing with herself, but it was obvious she was visualizing things that had to be intensely erotic. 

Her voice as she talked was low and heavy. At one point, she raised one of her hands to my chest. The top button of my blouse was open, and before I could stop her, she let her fingers run down my sternum to the top of my cleavage. I knew she had gotten herself excited, but I wasn't about to let her start something with me, so I reached around under her arm, and took her hand off my chest. 

She let me move her hand, but as I tried to put her hand back on her own stomach, she stopped it at her chest and placed my hand on her breast. It seemed a little ridiculous to protest too much, after what we'd already shared before, so I let my hand lie gently over her breast as she continued her story of how Roger had made her feel. 

She was now into the memories of what she had felt as Roger had spread her legs, crawled between her thighs, and prepared to slide inside her. Terri had now opened her legs slightly and her hand was moving slowly against herself. I wondered if I ought to try to stop her, but it just didn't seem fair. As her voice continued, her breathing got even more deep. The images were getting to me, too, and I had to admit to myself that I was feeling sensations between my legs that made me even more sympathetic to Terri's excitement. 

Almost without realizing it, I found my hand had slid down the front of Terri's blouse, and I was running my fingers across the tops of her breasts. She moaned and tried to push herself higher against my hand. "Terri . . . " I began. I didn't know what to do. 

"Oh God, Katie," Terri whimpered. "Please don't stop. I'm going insane. Please help me, just this once. I won't even touch you, I promise." 

She isn't the only one going insane, I thought, but I let my hand slide inside her bra until my fingers reached one hard nipple. I let two fingers take the nipple into my grasp and squeezed gently. Terri's entire body shuddered, and I saw her undo her pants, unzip them, and slide them down to her feet. Realizing I had given up trying to do anything but allow her the release she needed, I unbuttoned her blouse. It was the permission she needed, and it only took her a few seconds to sit up and remove her blouse and bra. As she lay back down, she slid off her panties and I found myself holding a completely naked woman in my arms. 

Somehow knowing what she wanted, I sat up with my back against the headboard. Her upper body now rested against my stomach, and my arms wrapped easily around her from behind. I let both my hands move to her breasts, cupping them like a warm, soft bra. My fingers began to play with her nipples. I wondered if I was doing as well as Roger had, but Terri certainly didn't seem interested in complaining. 

Her hands were now between her legs and she was playing with herself in the most intensely erotic ways. I watched her slide one, then two, then three fingers inside her vagina, as the fingers on her other hand did magical things to her clitoris. She was moaning and thrashing, and I thought she was going to reach her orgasm in only a few minutes. 

Somehow, though, she seemed to reach a plateau and her excitement held at high, intense level for more than five minutes. Her body was covered with a thin sheen of sweat now, and the smell from her body was so sweet, it was making me feel a little dizzy.  

I could tell she was starting to get frustrated that she couldn't reach the crest of her desire. I thought it might be because I was there, but as her descriptions of Roger's cock thrusting over and over deep inside her became more and more explicit, I realized her fingers were not reproducing the physical experience she needed. I had no idea what to do, then she reached over the side of the bed to the night table. When she lay back, in her hand was a long, realistically thick headed, cock shaped dildo. 

I was now truly stunned at what I was seeing. Certainly I was impressed that she could do this in front of me, but I had never imagined this was what would happen here today. I was lying there congratulating myself on being able to deal with this when Terri looked up at me with tears in her eyes. 

"Katieeee . . . . " she whined. "Help me. Pleeeease." 

I truly had no idea what she meant. Before I could ask, she suddenly got up off me, turned her body, and before I could react, she was facing the foot of the bed, her knees on either side of my hips, her shiny pink bottom pointed directly at my face. 

I'd never had a view like that in my entire life. With her legs spread, I could see every bit of every private part of her body. From the base of her spine, down between her plump asscheeks, past her puckered little asshole, along the now dripping, glistening cavern of her vagina, across the engorged, flaming red clitoris, past her pubic hair, over her hanging tummy and up to her swaying breasts. She was all there for me to see . . . and she was waiting. 

I could tell my hesitation was driving her crazy. She turned on the vibrating dildo, shoved it into my hand and buried her face between my legs. "Pleeeeeeease, Katie," she moaned. "Put it in me. I need to feel it in me. For God's sake, Katie, do it!" 

This was too much! Unwilling simply to shove the dildo into her pussy, I reached out toward her body. My fingers slid between her thighs and I touched for the very first time another woman's sexually stimulated vagina. Her skin was so hot to my touch, I almost forgot that this was what I experienced myself, almost every day. My fingers slid up and down her wet slit so easily, I had two fingers inside her even before I realized it. 

She moaned and turned to look over her shoulder. "No, Katie, no," she said. 

"What, Terri?" I asked in confusion, "What is it you want?" 

"Him!" Terri cried. "I want him . . . I want Roger!" 

Her words hit me in the very pit of my stomach. In her mind, the dildo I was holding in my hands was my own Roger, and she wanted him back inside her like past night. What had I done? And what was I going to do? 

By this point, I had no choice. Staggered by what was happening, I took the dildo and slid it against her waiting pussy. She began shoving her hips back at me, trying to locate the hard, thick head of the artificial cock. I let her search for a few moments, fascinated by her movements. Then I realized a startling thing, I couldn't wait to see this cock slide urgently into her grasping hole. 

I thought of Roger, and I tried to visualize what he did with the real thing to drive me crazy. I allowed the long thick cock, vibrating insanely in my hands, to find its way to Terri's waiting pussy. I let her position herself, then with both hands securely on the hilt, I slid it firmly and passionately deep into her cunt. She screamed out in pleasure, and with a fear that I'd never be the same again, I began to fuck her as thoroughly as Roger had done the night before. After the first few thrusts, I backed off and let her desire grow even higher. I slid the dildo back into her a few inches and then quickly pulled it out again. She moaned in disappointment. I pushed it back in only an inch and then removed it. Her whining went up several notes. I held the fat head just at the opening to her vagina and moved it in a tight circle, spreading her opening even wider. 

The way she was thrusting her hips back at me, her pussy trying to suck the cock into her hole, was like nothing I'd ever visualized before. Now I knew what so fascinated Roger. He said he loved watching me slide myself on and off of him while he simply held his hips still. Now I understood. What I was seeing was staggeringly erotic. 

In fact, I was getting terribly excited, no matter what my intentions were to stay cool. Terri's face was buried between my thighs, and even though she was totally intent on her own pleasure rather than mine, the movements of her head were stimulating me almost beyond my control. As I once again allowed the long cock shaped dildo to slide all the way into her, she raised her body and flung her head back until I could almost see her face, even from behind her. 

The pressure of her hands on my thighs, supporting her weight as she arched her back, pushed my legs a bit apart. The movement felt so natural in my excitement, I yearned to open my knees wide. I pulled the dildo almost all the way back out of her, and her head fell back again to my crotch. This time, my thighs were a bit open, and her face landed firmly against my own burning femininity. If my flesh hadn't been covered by two layers of material, I might have had an orgasm that very minute. 

As it was, I saw her hesitate for a moment, and I felt her nose bury itself deeper between my legs. I sensed her inhale deeply, and I realized in shock exactly what she was smelling. Unwilling to face what was about to happen, I took the artificial cock in my hands, the one that Terri now thought of as Roger, and drove it mercilessly deep into her waiting pussy. 

The invasion took away everything Terri could possibly have imagined except for the pleasure I was giving her. Her back arched again, and as I slid the dildo in and out or her in rapidly increasing and deepening thrusts, her wail of orgasm began. Her cry was animalistic, a sound I don't think I had ever made. By the time it reached its peak, her hips were bucking so wildly that I could barely hold onto the hard cock in my hands. I did my best to give her the wildest ride I could, and she eventually collapsed between my legs, the dildo sliding out of her as she fell away from my hands. 

I thought she was completely unconscious, but when I moved to roll her over on her back, she groaned the most satisfied sound I could imagine. I put a pillow under her head and went to the bathroom to moisten a washcloth to wipe her face. When I got back, she had turned her body back toward the head of the bed. She let me wash her face, sitting beside her on the bed. 

After a few moments, she rolled toward me, her head again in my lap. I thought she was going to go to sleep, but she surprised me by raising her hand, sliding it into my blouse, and searching for a way to get her fingers inside my bra. 

"Terri, no!" I said sternly. The hurt in her face was clear. "Terri, I'm sorry, I don't want you to do that." It surprised me how difficult it actually was to say those words. 

"Katie, why?" Terri pleaded. "I know you're excited. I want so much to make you happy. I'll do anything for you." 

"Terri, I can't," I begged. "I've never . . . I mean, it's just not right . . . not for me, not now." 

"Katie, I don't believe you can say no," Terri said, almost wickedly. "Here, look at this. Can you imagine what it would feel like inside you?" She held up the still wet dildo, wrapped her fingers around it, and stroked it like it was real. I couldn't stop myself from squeezing my thighs together, and immediately felt the moisture ooze out from between my pussy lips. I felt dizzy. My knees were starting to get weak. 

"Please, Terri. Please stop!" I almost cried. In response, as I watched, Terri opened her legs and placed the fat head of the dildo at the opening to her vagina. 

"It's so hard, Katie. It's so long. It's even still hot from being inside me. Katie, it feels just like him, just like Roger. Don't you want it?" 

She could see in my face that I most certainly wanted it, but I couldn't let it be like that. What would Roger think? I stood there watching Terri with her thighs spread wide apart, with "Roger" ready to penetrate her once again, and I found my hands sliding undeniably down my body. 

Suddenly, my cell phone began to ring. I pushed the button answering the call and held it to my ear, unable even to say hello. 

"Hello? Katie? It's Roger. Are you there?" 

Oh God, what was I going to say? "Ohhh, hello dear. I'm here." 

"Katie, what's going on? Is everything OK?" 

What to tell him? "Uhhh, yes, everything's fine. Terri and I have just had a long . . . talk. Let me say goodbye to her and I'll be headed home soon. Gotta run. Bye now." I hung up quickly and looked at Terri. 

Her disappointment was painful to see, but as I watched, I saw her passion cool and a embarrassed look creep into her eyes. Finally, she reached for the sheet and pulled it up over her naked body. 

"I'm sorry, Katie," she whispered. "I understand. You'll call me?" she said with hope in her eyes. 

"Yes, Terri, I'll call you, but I can't come back. You understand that, don't you?" The look in her eyes said she understood, but I wasn't sure I saw full acceptance. I walked over to her, placed my hand on her cheek and kissed her lightly on the forehead. She closed her eyes and rolled on her side facing away from me. She didn't move as I picked up my things and walked out of her bedroom, so in less than two minutes, I was out of her driveway and on my way. 

It was an uncomfortable ride home, reviewing what had happened and trying to decide what to tell Roger. In the end, I decided he needed to know the full story. To my relief, Terri's actions excited him instead of worrying him, and he made sure the tension I had built up was addressed completely, several times. 

I decided I would talk to Terri one more time to make sure she was OK, but then that had to be the end. This was all getting way too complicated.



No Going Back Ch. 12



Terri sent me several e-mails in the next few days trying to get me to see her again. I was glad we had never given her too much real information about who we were. I acknowledged each of her communications briefly and when I had the chance, I wrote a longer note reminding her what our arrangement had been. Gradually, her e-mails calmed down, and my concerns over her emotional welfare diminished. She seemed fine. 

In fact, after a few weeks, I was convinced she truly did understand what had happened. She also said she had met a wonderful man who was as good to her as she ever could have imagined. She seemed happy and very grateful for what Roger and I had provided. When she asked if we were still interested in offering the same "service" to others who needed it, I told her we would consider it. 

It didn't surprise me that Roger was indeed interested. I guess I should have known that he would see this as a "legal" chance to have sex with other women. It made me a little nervous that he was so eager for another such experience, but he was still quite willing to let me take the lead and make all the arrangements. He said he was happy simply to support me in the "gifts" I wanted to give, and he promised never to contact any of the other women without my knowing about it. 

I wrote to Terri and said we were still willing, and she told me about her best friend who really needed the "reassurance" that we had made possible for her. Her friend Jane sounded nice, so I agreed to meet with the two of them to talk. It seemed like a good idea at the time. 

I drove the long distance back to see Terri and her friend Jane on a Saturday morning. Again, it didn't seem reasonable for Roger to come along until we were sure his "meeting" Jane was a good idea. Terri was glad to see me and seemed almost giddy to be playing the matchmaker in our potential arrangement. She introduced Jane, who was, I hated to admit, not a very attractive woman. 

Jane didn't have much to say and didn't seem to have a real appreciation for what Roger and I were all about. I hated to admit it, but it just seemed like no one had wanted to have sex with her in a long time, and she thought this was a way to end up in bed with a really wonderful lover. I decided pretty quickly that this wasn't going to happen. 

That was when the door burst open and two men came striding in. 

"Hey, Terri," one called out, his voice a bit slurred (at 11:00 in the morning!). "It this the bitch whose husband fucked you?" 

"God, Johnny! What the hell are you doing here? Have you been drinking? And who do you think you are to insult my guests like that?" 

"So many damn questions. Well, I been thinkin' 'bout what you told me, about how you said you never had better sex than you had with this woman's husband . . . 'bout how your friend Jane needed to fuck that guy. Well, shit, I can fuck her as good as anybody else. Who are you to give her to him and not get me a piece, too?" 

Terri's face was turning a bright red. I knew this had to be her new boyfriend, and I felt disgusted thinking this was the "wonderful new man" she had been bragging about. Well, this was enough for me. I stood up to leave. 

"Where do you think you're goin'," Johnny growled. "If you're gonna' be the pimp to get Jane laid, I want to apply for the job, or if not me, my buddy Ralph here's got a monster cock. He can do her right fine, I expect." 

"Uhhhh, no, thanks, I don't think I need to be involved in this. I'll just go and let you all work out this problem." Again, I tried to move toward the door. 

"You're not goin' anywhere 'til I show you," Johnny said. "You watch. Me and Ralph can even do her together if she wants." 

I glanced at Ralph and he looked not only strong and dangerous, but I had a feeling he was already high on something, based on the hazy look in his eyes. When I looked back at Johnny, he had made his way over to Terri and was standing wobbly in front of her. "You show her, Terri," he demanded. "Show her how much you like me and what I got." 

Terri looked at me, her face a vivid mixture of shock, embarrassment and fear. "Johnny, please," she begged. "Don't do this here. You know I love you. I don't have to prove that, do I?" 

"Fuck, yeah," Johnny snarled. "Brag about another man to me and not even offer me to your friend, hell yeah, ya' gotta prove something." He started to undo his belt and unzip his jeans. 

I was getting really scared now, and I started to protest. Johnny turned to me and motioned to Ralph. "Sit her down in that chair and don't let her move. I want her to see this. She gives you any shit, and she can do this herself." I felt rough hands on my shoulders force me back down into the chair across from Terri. 

Johnny has his pants undone and was shoving them down toward his knees. "Pull 'em down," he ordered Terri. "Do it." She looked at me with terrible sadness, then got on her knees in front of Johnny and pulled his underwear down so he could step out of his clothes. Johnny's cock was long, but hadn't even begun to get hard. I wondered how much he had already had to drink. 

"Get it up!" he told Terri. "Put it in your mouth. Show your guests what a big man you got to take care of these days." It was clear Terri was completely intimidated by him and was far too scared to resist him. I looked over at Jane, expected her to be wide-eyed in shock, also, but her eyes appeared to be riveted on Johnny's cock. I swear it looked like she was ready to start drooling. 

Terri took Johnny's cock in her hands, pointed it toward her face, and pulled him toward her. The head of his cock slid easily into her mouth, and I saw her cheeks expand as her mouth engulfed his large member. I saw her begin to work her tongue around and around him inside her mouth, and he sighed a long sigh of obvious satisfaction. 

Johnny looked over at me with the most obnoxious sneer I had ever seen and said, "There, see what I mean. She loves what I got for her. She don't need your whore of a husband. She got me to take care of her and any friends she wants to impress." He put his hands on Terri's head and began to slide his cock deeper into her throat. 

Jane's gaze at what Johnny was doing was intense, although I couldn't believe she didn't seem at all horrified. Johnny looked over at her and smiled at her obvious fascination. "Come here, baby," he whispered. "Come over here close and get a good look. See if this is what you want." 

Jane actually slid out of her chair and crawled over to Terri. She ended up on her knees next to her friend, her face less than two feet from Terri's wet, sucking lips. She knelt there with her own mouth hanging slightly open, and I wondered if she would even have taken over for Terri if Johnny had asked. 

"Wanna' see me fuck her?" Johnny laughed. His cock was now fully erect, and it was indeed quite impressive. "Get your clothes off," he ordered Terri. "Jane, you can help her, so she don't stop sucking." As Jane, almost mindlessly, moved to comply, I heard Ralph begin to undo his pants. This was insane. I had to get out of there. 

"Uhhhhh, Ralph, if you're as good as Johnny, I really want to see this," I lied. "Come on over here, let's see what you can do." I stood and walked over toward the trio on the floor of Terri's living room. Jane had Terri nearly undressed now, and I waved Ralph over. "Jane, you want to see what Ralph's got?" I asked shakily. 

At this point, Jane didn't seem to care what she did. As Ralph stood in front of her, the two of them cooperated in getting his pants off. In only a moment, Jane and Terri were kneeling beside each other, the two men standing in front of them. I stood only a few feet away, looking at a scene unimaginable in my experience. 

Jane looked at Terri with Johnny's cock sliding in and out of her mouth, and I saw her decide, "What the hell." She reached for Ralph's rapidly lengthening cock and pulled it determinedly toward her face, between her lips, and deep into her mouth. The two friends were now both energetically sucking the two men, nearly oblivious to my presence. 

Johnny and Ralph, however, were still interested in my attention. "Hey, lady, watch this," Johnny called. He stood Terri up, turned her around, bent her over the arm of the sofa, and drove his long cock all the way into her pussy from behind. Terri moaned in anguish, her face buried in the sofa cushion. Johnny reached around her sides to grab her breasts and proceeded to pound himself into her over and over. 

The scene was apparently enough to get Ralph totally ready for Jane. He grabbed her by the shoulders, lifted her to her feet and began pulling off her clothes. Jane didn't protest, and Ralph quickly had her naked. He pulled her to the other end of the sofa, bent her over, and was in her before she knew what was happening. 

I stood there transfixed. The sofa was so short, Terri and Jane were head to head. I saw their heads bump, they both opened their eyes, and they found themselves face to face as the two men fucked them from opposite ends of the sofa. By now, they were both lost in the near rapes that were happening to their bodies, and neither had any resistance left. I saw them each move their hands to grasp the other woman's breasts, and their lips meet with the least love in a kiss that I'd ever seen. I stared at four animals fucking, and my stomach almost turned over. 

Johnny and Ralph were now focused completely on their building orgasms. I backed quietly to the door and without their even realizing it, I slipped unnoticed onto the outside porch. Inside, I heard Johnny's voice cry out, "Fuck it, Terri, I'm gonna cum!" and before I could hear any more, I was in the car, and away forever from that disgusting house and those disgusting people. 

I drove two miles away, parked in the far reaches of a huge K-Mart parking lot, lay on the front seat, and cried. My "present" to Terri had been spit on and thrown in the gutter. I was crushed and humiliated, and I still had to tell Roger what a fool I'd been. 



No Going Back Ch. 13



Katie was obviously horrified by what had happened with Terri. With great disappointment, I realized there was not going to be a series of women who Katie was going to allow me to make love to. I tried not to show her how that frustrated me, but the experience had really gotten my fantasies in gear. Now I really wanted more, and I didn't know how to ask Katie without hurting her feelings. 

It's not that the basic physical experience of sex with Katie wasn't beyond anything I had ever experienced. In fact, Katie had no restrictions on fantasies we could share with each other. After a brief period of verifying each other's limits, we had gone on to fantasies of bondage, domination/submission, and even rape. She was clearly not interested in moving beyond the fantasy stage, but the mind games definitely spiced up our love life.

To find new ideas for our fantasies, I got into some of the porn sites on the Internet. It was incredible to find that the fantasies I conceived myself were tame compared with what I found online. I joined some of the rather extreme Personals listings and corresponded with other people who were into some pretty rough stuff. 

I found what I really enjoyed was adopting different personalities and becoming someone else entirely online. Over time, I presented myself as a man or even as a woman, and I pretended to be different ages, sometimes as young as 18. I think I was quite talented at getting others online really excited, imagining that I was there solely for their pleasure.

I also began to enjoy my experiences as both a dominant and as a submissive personality. It was great fun to find someone online who wanted to be told what to do sexually and to pretend to abuse them, actually giving them exactly what they wanted. 

What surprised me though, and distressed me at least a bit, was how much I enjoyed playing the submissive to my online contacts. Whether I was writing to a man or a woman, it was intensely exciting to submit myself to their desires. In writing, online, I did things I would never have imagined doing for real. I couldn't help but wonder if there was something wrong with me, if maybe I actually wanted to do some of those things.

I took comfort in the fact that the online experiences were satisfying and seemed to be sufficient. I did, however, enjoy going to the adult bookstores once in a while, realizing that there might be strange and wicked things going on in some of the film booths. Once or twice, I had seen two men go into the same booth. I was always careful not to speak to anyone, but I did have some great orgasms in the booths as I watched the films and imagined what might be happening in the next cubicle. 

It's stunning to realize how such a huge change in my life started with what seemed like such a small fantasy. One day, while reading about such adult bookstores in a man's magazine, I read about something called "glory holes." Apparently, in some of the really seedy places, men carve out holes in the thin walls between the cubicles. That way, totally anonymous oral sex can take place. The idea was fascinating. I thought about it often. 

The magazine had a reference to an adult bookstore in the area that I'd never visited. It was in a neighborhood I wouldn't normally enter, but the thought that it might offer the chance to see some of the things I'd read about was too much to resist. Late one evening when Katie was out of town, I drove over to investigate. 

It was as ugly a place as I had imagined. As I walked through the magazine and video section, I felt like I really didn't even want to touch anything. I kept eying the open passageway to the cubicles in the back and saw a number of men enter and leave. They didn't look too dangerous, so I finally got my courage up and walked back to the back of the store.

It was so dark in the hallway, I had to feel my way along the wall. I could hear videos playing behind most of the doors. I accidentally pushed on one door as I walked along, and the door swung partway open. "Hi, come on in," a voice said. "Oh, sorry," I muttered and quickly moved two doors along the wall. I entered and closed the door behind me. I searched for a lock on the door, but couldn't find one. 

I pulled out several quarters, inserted them in the slot and the film began. As the screen partially lit the cubicle, I looked around and saw what I had imagined. There were actually holes on each wall to the adjoining cubicles. I couldn't believe it. The holes were at crotch height. What I had read about was true.

Crouching down, I slowly and quietly moved to look through one of the holes. In the next cubicle, I could see a man's legs. I could tell he was facing the other wall. I could see the hole on the other wall and suddenly, several fingers protruded through the hole and began to wiggle. I heard a zipper being pulled. Shifting to look up higher, I caught a brief glimpse of the man in the next cubicle pulling out his cock. It was long and already a bit erect. I shivered in shock and excitement at what I was seeing.

He turned toward the far wall and while I couldn't see, I knew he had put his cock into the hole in the wall. I saw him thrust his hips against the wall and hold himself there. As I watched, he moved his hips only slightly, but my imagination supplied all the drama. My own cock was now so hard, I couldn't help myself. I opened my pants and pulled it out. As I watched through the hole, I stroked myself. It was wonderful.

Soon, I saw the man clench his ass and push hard against the wall. After a moment, he pulled back, turned and I saw his cock. It was dripping a last few drops of cum. In my mind, I imagined the scene in the room beyond. 

Almost ready to cum myself, I stood. As I turned, to my shock, I saw several fingers extended through the hole on the other side of my cubicle. I was so incredibly horny, I looked at the fingers, and I did the unthinkable. I stepped to the wall, took my hard cock, and placed it against the fingers in the hole. Several fingers wrapped around me, and I sighed. They stroked me until I was straining for release. Then, they began to pull my cock toward the hole. I couldn't resist. I leaned toward the wall and let my cock be drawn through the hole. 

The wall was so thin, my entire cock and balls were pulled through. Standing there, excited beyond expectation, I waited for the warm wet mouth to envelope me. Instead, suddenly, I felt a strong hand wrap itself around my balls and begin to squeeze. The pain was overwhelming. I was totally helpless. The hand held me for what seemed like forever, but it must only have been a minute or two. I had time to think, but I couldn't imagine what to do. Screaming for help seemed like idiocy. I waited.

Finally, the door to my cubicle opened. "Well, well," a voice chuckled. "What have we here? It looks like a yuppie sightseer, come to the poor side of the tracks to have a thrill at how the underclass lives. What a shame. It's not what he expected, is it?"

I felt the man move behind me. A knife of some sort slit my back pants pocket and I felt my wallet pulled loose. I reached to stop him and he raised the knife to my throat. "Put your hands up on the wall. If you move them, I'll use this. Even better, maybe my friend in the next room will use his on you. That might be quite exciting."

Over the sound from the film on the screen, I could hear him going through my wallet. He finished and turned back to me. "So you wanted a thrill," he said. "We'll give you a thrill. Get down on your knees." I felt the hand release me and realized the man next door could hear all that was happening. Grateful for the end of the pain, I knelt on the floor. The sticky surface grabbed at my knees. 

"You know what comes next," he said. "Do what you have to do and you can go. Don't make trouble and you won't get hurt."

"Please," I begged. "Don't make me do this. I've never done anything like this before. I can't do this!"

The knife scraped gently against my throat. I shut up and looked toward the hole in the wall. Just as I expected, I saw a cock extend through the wall, only inches from my face. It was limp, but long and thick. I'd never seen one up close like that, and it was frightening, but to my surprise, it was exciting. Reluctantly, I reached for it. It felt different touching it than it ever felt when I touched myself. I couldn't imagine why, but decided I'd figure that out later. 

I ran my fingers along the shaft. The skin was soft, but as I touched it, it began to harden and lengthen. With fascination, I began to stroke it, trying to anticipate what I would have wanted done to my own cock. As it became impressively hard and got hotter and hotter in my hand, I realized if I could make him cum with my hand, this might all be over. 

Realizing what I was trying to do, the man behind me slapped me on the side of the head. "Enough," he growled. "He's hard enough now. Do it!"

I hesitated and he placed the point of the knife at the back of my neck. With gently increasing pressure, he forced my face toward the cock protruding through the hole in the wall. With nowhere to go, my head moved forward until the large, hot cockhead touched my lips. I stopped long enough to feel the knife tip begin to dig in, then I opened my mouth and felt the thick cock slide across my tongue and into the back of my throat. 

It was hotter than I would have imagined. It filled my mouth, puffing out my cheeks. My tongue searched for a place to be and I heard the man in the next room groan in pleasure. Finally my face bumped up against the wall, my mouth buried in the hole in the wall. I felt the man behind me lean against my head, so my mouth could not back away from the hole. As I knelt there unable to move, the cock in my mouth began to stroke in and out. 

Involuntarily, my mouth began to water. The cock moved easily between my lips. I heard a zipper behind me and then I felt bare skin against the side of my face. The man had pulled out his own cock and was rubbing it against my cheek and ear. It quickly became hard and he started stroking it. For several minutes the assault continued. As I got used to the incredible fullness in my mouth, I found it possible to breathe each time he pulled out. 

Finally, I felt the man on the other side of the wall increase the speed of his strokes. His cock was ramming into my mouth and I found myself starting to suck on each entering stroke. I heard his hands slap against the other side of the wall, his cock thrust deeply into my throat, and he held himself immobile. I felt his cock expand, and then it began to spew its load into me. Again and again it shot a thick stream of cum down my throat and I swallowed desperately, trying not to choke. 

As drops of cum leaked out around my lips, the man behind me tensed, and then jets of cum leapt from his own cock. Most splashed against the wall, but some coated the side of my face and dripped down to my neck. The cock withdrew from my mouth, trailing a thin stream of sticky liquid that broke and dropped onto my chin. The man behind me wiped his cock on the side of my face and stepped back.

"Don't turn around," he said. I heard him drop my wallet on the floor. "I didn't take anything, so you don't have any reason to call the police. You just got what you came here for, so get up and leave quietly. Go on, get the hell out of here."

I stood up, trying to brush the sticky mess from my face and lips. I opened the door and stepped out. As I closed the door behind me, I heard him laugh, "Thanks, man. Cum again, anytime. See you soon." I left quickly vowing that he was one I would certainly never see again. I couldn't have been more wrong.



No Going Back Ch. 14



In the days that followed my awful, humiliating experience, I wished desperately that I could talk to Katie about what had happened. The emotional pain was horrible, but the embarrassment was too much to share with her. In spite of how bad the memory was, I still found parts of the memory to be highly stimulating. A number of times, I masturbated in the shower, remembering my own rape. 

Katie noticed the difference. Our lovemaking was even more feverish than normal, but she took it as nothing more than a compliment. It did, however get her talking more about her own fantasies. 

Katie has always been fascinated with my ex-girlfriends. She appreciates my own lovemaking so much, she often asks how my former lovers ever let me go. In spite of how poorly things had gone with Terri, I could tell Katie still thought about the night that had been so wonderful. Obviously, I thought about it a lot myself, and I wondered if it was going to be possible to convince her to consider such an opportunity again. 

During the days after my experience at the bookstore, my perpetual excitement got her thinking even more about my past relationships. She eventually got me to talk rather explicitly about my last girlfriend Deborah. She was the most sexually "comfortable" woman I had met before Katie. Deborah and I had started seeing each other once I found out Judy was probably having an affair. 

My stories about Deborah's large breasts and the things she and I did to each other got Katie really excited. A few days of those stories and she finally told me that she really wanted to meet Deborah. I thought she was kidding, but she persisted, so I finally invited Deborah over for dinner. 

We all got along great, and we worked our way through several bottles of wine during dinner. Eventually, we ended up sitting around the living room on the floor. We told wild stories about our pasts, carefully avoiding anything too personal about Deborah and me. Another bottle of wine and we were feeling really, really mellow. 

I found myself making furtive touches on Deborah . . . her shoulder, her hand . . . little things that Katie noticed, but didn't seem to find overbearing. Katie's smile encouraged me further. Then Deborah said something that made us all laugh and I leaned over and kissed her lightly on the lips. All three of us paused to consider that action. 

The conversation about our past sexual experiences got much more explicit. Katie began subtly touching me. As I began to get excited, she became more open in her touches. Soon my cock was obviously erect in my pants. Katie smiled at Deborah, took her hand, and drew it to my pants. Together they felt me through my pants. I couldn't believe Katie was doing this. 

Katie started to open my pants, undoing the belt, drawing the zipper, then . . . she lifted my briefs over my long, hard cock and pulled my pants slowly down. In their fascination, the two women didn't even pull my pants all the way off. Both their hands reached for me, sliding over the hard skin of my cock. None of us heard the door open. 

He stood there for a minute watching, then suddenly slammed the door closed. In shock, I jumped up and tried to rush him. My pants tripped me and I fell, hitting my head on the table. I was dazed, and before I could get my head clear, he had my hands tied behind me, the rope tied to the locked doorknob. 

As my vision cleared, I saw a knife pointed at my eyes and recognized a weapon I had seen before. My stomach turned over, and I thought I was going to be sick. The two women were cowering against the far wall. He made it clear that there would be no resistance, or someone will be hurt . . . severely. I started to speak and he let me know with a glance I was not to say a word. There was no way I could acknowledge I knew him, anyway. I couldn't let Katie know I was responsible for . . . whatever it was he intended. 

He made the women come stand in front of me. He laughed as he told them to pull my pants the rest of the way off, then he cut off my shirt. He smiled at me standing there naked, my hands behind me, my now limp cock hanging between my legs. 

He pulled a chair over and sat near me. With his knife against my neck, he asked for their names. "Alright, Katie," he said. "My name is Denny. Let's get started. Kneel down here, between my legs." She knelt in front of him. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head to his crotch. She and Deborah both gasped. Holding her head to him, he turned to Deborah. "Now sweetie, let's see those huge tits." 

Deborah's tears amused him, but he wasn't smiling. The knife moved to Katie's neck, and Deborah began to unbutton her blouse. She took it off and reached behind her to unfasten her bra. It loosened and she held it to her breasts. He waved the knife at her, and she slowly lowered her hands. As her breasts slid out of the bra, they parted to each side. Each hung heavily, the large, dark nipples crinkling in the cool air. 

"So you were getting hot remembering him?" he chuckled. "Still want him? OK, get on your knees in front of him. Do it!" She knelt and he pulled Katie's face up so she could see. "Stick his limp cock in your mouth. Let his wife see her man's dick slide into another woman's mouth." 

Katie started to cry as Deborah took my cock into her mouth. The warm wetness affected me immediately and I began to get hard. Katie cried "No!" as she saw my erection. 

"Don't worry, little girl," he said. "I've got one for you, too. Open my pants!" The knife tickled her neck, and she unzipped his pants and pulled them off. He was already mostly erect from the scene he was creating. 

"Come over here," he called to Deborah. My cock popped out of her mouth as she stood up. "Undress her," he told Deborah. As he held Katie's face in his hands, directing it near his cock, Deborah undressed Katie from behind. He smiled as her beautiful breasts came into view. "Touch them, Deborah. Make the nipples nice and hard." Deborah followed his directions with little resistance, pulling Katie's skirt and panties over her heels. Katie was completely naked between his legs. 

He placed his fingers on her jaws, probing forcefully until her mouth fell open. He watched my eyes as he pulled Katie's mouth onto him. He hesitated as her lips surrounded his red cockhead, then slowly forced her head down. She whimpered around his long, hard cock as it slid into her mouth. 

He released her head and then used the knife tip to gently direct her face up and down on his cock. Deborah was behind her, squeezing her breasts as Katie sucked him. "This is alright!" he chuckled, watching me. "She's really quite good, you know. In fact, I think she's really getting into this." 

I saw that Katie was now sliding him in and out of her mouth with no direction from him. Her hands moved to hold him and she was stroking him in time with her mouth. I saw his smile fade as he felt her actually begin sucking him with enthusiasm. He enjoyed her submission for a moment, then lifted her head from his cock. "Enough, dear. You convinced hubby you want my cock. Now it's time to teach him a few more things." 

Denny stood up and removed all his clothes and directed Deborah to do the same. All three now stood in front of me, naked with my hands tied behind me. I was scared of the look on his face. 

He went around behind me and untied the rope from the doorknob. Lifting the rope tied to my hands, he pulled my arms painfully high and forced me to my knees. With my arms pulled behind me, I was helpless. "You, Deborah, come stand behind him and hold this rope." With his hands free, he strolled around in front of me, his erect cock waving back and forth as he walked. Grabbing Katie by the hair, he forced her to her knees beside me. "What a sight," he laughed. "The two lovebirds, kneeling side by side. Any vows either of you want to take . . . or maybe break?" With a look at Deborah, I felt my arms pulled tighter. He moved nearer to Katie and his cock swung against her face. She flinched, but he pulled her hair tighter and drew her face toward his cock. Again with the tip of the knife, he parted her lips and slid his cock into her mouth. The tears streamed down her face as she swallowed him, knowing I was kneeling there close beside her. After several deep, slow thrusts, he pulled out and released her hair. "Nice job, dear. You've got me really hard now. Watch this." 

He turned toward me and my eyes widened in horror. His cock was only a few inches from my face. Nothing had to be said. Everyone understood what he wanted. Deborah was breathing hard behind me. I felt her move against me, her breasts on either side of my head. I realized she was preparing to keep my head from backing away from him. I couldn't believe she actually wanted to see this happen. 

Katie looked at him, pleading, but he took the knife and touched the sharp tip to one of her nipples. She closed her eyes, feeling the pain, and I knew what I had to do. I reached for his cock with my mouth. 

I felt the heat before it touched my lips. As his hips moved forward, the engorged cockhead pushed against my mouth. I couldn't see, but Katie whimpered again, and I opened my mouth wide, feeling him slide steadily and deeply into my mouth. Deborah's hands slid across my cheeks as she reached to feel his cock entering me. I could see her hands, guiding him, cradling his balls. 

I tasted him. It was hot and salty. I could even taste Katie's lipstick, and I remembered where his cock had been. Again he grabbed Katie's hair and pulled her face against mine. Her eyes were barely an inch from his cock as it slid in and out of my mouth. I was totally humiliated, all hope lost. 

I felt him begin to jerk in my mouth and he withdrew. I looked and his cock was moving up and down. I realized how close he was to cumming. 

"You guys are fantastic," he crowed. "I'm really gonna work you over, and you can't do anything about it." He walked around behind me and took the rope from Deborah's hands. "Lie down," he told her. "Spread those big legs and let us see that hairy pussy." She lay on the floor and opened her thighs. I realized her pussy hair was already wet, and I knew she was so turned on. 

With a push of his foot on Katie's back, he sent her falling toward Deborah. She landed between Deborah's legs and tried to recoil. Dragging me along, he moved behind her. The cold blade touched her ass cheek and she jumped back toward Deborah. "That's right," he said. "I think you owe your guest a little pleasure, after getting her in so much trouble." 

With his foot on her head, he guided her face down onto Deborah's glistening slit. She was so wet, I heard Katie's face smack against her. Katie tried to raise her face and I saw it already smeared with Deborah's juices. Another push and Katie's face was buried between Deborah's legs. Deborah moaned and I knew Katie had given up fighting. I saw her head moving back and forth, up and down, as she licked Deborah. 

Holding the rope tightly, he tripped me and I fell next to the women. Deborah's chest was heaving with excitement and her breasts were rolling side to side as she shook. Katie's lovely breasts were hanging from her chest as she knelt and I remembered how many times I'd sucked them as she knelt over me. 

"Stop daydreaming," he growled and he dragged me back behind Katie. He forced me on my back and kicked me into position with my head between Katie's legs. "Now that's a sight, isn't it? Watch that cunt getting wetter as she licks your girlfriend. She loves it, doesn't she?" I was sick to see that Katie was indeed wet. She was very, very excited. 

"Lick her," he demanded, and I felt his foot against my balls for emphasis. I lifted my face to her pussy and tasted that familiar delicious juice. Katie lowered her hips and her pussy almost sucked my tongue up into her. 

With my hands tied beneath me, I was still helpless. Then, I felt him lower himself, his knees on either side of my chest. I looked between Katie's legs and saw his cock, only inches from her ass.

As his hips moved, his cock touched her and she tried to pull away. "Don't either of you move!" he growled. 

As my tongue slid in and out of her, he moved his cock between her legs. He pushed the swollen head into the space between her asshole and her pussy. It ran against my tongue, almost pushing hard enough to take its place, but he was in no hurry. 

She was whimpering loudly now, but I couldn't tell if it was from humiliation or from lust. He put his hands on her hips and pushed her gently forward. My face was clear, his cock hanging just over my mouth. "Open up," he said, and I parted my lips. He moved his hips and his cockhead slipped into my mouth. He groaned and I ran my tongue around the huge head. He slid slowly in and out, moving a bit deeper with each thrust. I felt him begin to pulse and knew he was close. 

He pulled out and said to Katie, "Look between your legs. Look at what your husband is doing." She looked, tears in her eyes, but with a heat that scared me. His cock slid back into my mouth, and he pushed it deeper. I closed my eyes, waiting for the explosion, but then he pulled out again.

"I'm ready for you now," he said to Katie, and I could tell from looking at her that she was ready, too. It hurt me so to see her desire. She moved her hips back into place over my face. "Use your tongue to put me inside her," he laughed. He pushed his cock back toward my face and I stuck my tongue up. His long cock slid along the tip of my tongue and I pointed it directly at Katie's pussy. 

From only an inch away, I saw his engorged cockhead part her pussy lips. He paused for a moment, and she groaned. "Lick my balls," he demanded. As I took his balls gently into my mouth, I felt him enter her. She squealed and then cried out as his thick cock spread her unmercifully. He began pulling and pushing her hips, driving her onto him. I'd never heard her moan like that. She began to cum almost immediately. She was dripping onto my face and then I felt his balls begin to pulse. 

She screamed as his cock exploded inside her. I felt three long spurts pass out of his balls, and then he pulled out of her. His cock continued to spurt, covering my face with his cum. I looked up and saw her watching his cock dripping onto me. Our eyes met, and then she turned her face back to Deborah's pussy. 



No Going Back Ch. 15



As I closed my eyes, I thought to myself, "At least now he's done. Maybe this horror is finally over." I opened my eyes and saw his cock standing straight out from his body, every bit as hard as before. I saw him laugh at the surprise on my face, and I realized he must have taken some kind of drug that worked as well as a double dose of Viagra. He might never lose his erection.

Katie's face was buried in Deborah's pussy. I could hear her slurping the juices, even over Deborah's moans. He grabbed Katie's hair and dragged her off Deborah, who wailed at the loss of the tongue that had been buried in her. 

"Don't worry, dear," he said. "I've got something even better for you." He took the rope binding my hands and led me to kneel between Deborah's heavy thighs. Sitting her up, he pulled the rope, and my hands, over her head and slipped it behind her back. Then he pushed her back down to the floor and I was forced to follow. I ended up lying on top of her, my arms around her with my hands in the curve between her back and her ass. 

Her huge, wonderfully firm breasts were squashed beneath my chest. I remembered the excitement I had always felt lying on top of her, and I felt my cock lengthening and hardening against her. "You'll love this," he said to Katie. "Your husband's finally going to get to fuck his girlfriend again. Want to watch?" 

The wet heat between Deborah's thighs was driving me crazy. I was almost sliding inside her when I felt him reach between my legs, grab my balls and lift me until I was on my knees between her legs. "Not yet, Junior. Don't get so greedy. You wife knows a way to make you enjoy this even more." 

Pointing with the knife, he directed Katie to her knees behind me. "Spread his ass cheeks," he demanded. "I bet he loves that." I felt her hands on me and my cock jumped. I felt her face forced against my ass, and then, her tongue touched me. I almost came right then. She licked my asshole, flicking her tongue up and down. I felt her begin to drool and the saliva was hot as it ran down onto my balls. I wanted to be inside Deborah so badly it almost hurt. 

"That is so hot," I heard him say. "It sure makes me think of something else I can't wait to do." I heard him move behind Katie, and she flinched against me as she realized what he was preparing to do. "Noooooooooo," she cried. "Please, no." 

I looked over my shoulder and could see his hands on her ass. I could tell he was fingering her pussy, dragging the juices up to her asshole. She was struggling against me, and I was scared he were going to hurt her to make her stop. We had never done that before, and I knew she was terrified. I saw him slide one finger insider her and she screamed. 

"Shut up, damn you," he cursed, but I saw him stand and kick her to the side away from me. "You think you're so dainty. Ha! I'll show you a reason to be sorry you don't want it." He kneeled behind me, pulled my hair back, and put the knife to my throat. "Any more protests?" he asked. I saw her shake her head to indicate she would do whatever he said. 

"Get on your knees behind me," he said, and Katie quickly got onto the floor. "You seemed to like his ass well enough, so you can do mine. Stick that tongue into me. Do it!" The knife scrapped against my neck, and I saw her face disappear from view behind him. The next thing I heard was a groan of satisfaction, and I knew she had begun. 

Beneath me, Deborah had waited long enough. I felt her hands reach for my cock, stroking it, pulling it. Her eyes widened to realize how hard I was. Sensing no protest from him, I let her draw me down. I slid into her, feeling her tighten around me. It was heavenly. I moved in and out slowly, letting her adjust to my strokes. Her breathing was heavy and her breasts heaved under my chest. 

"Beautiful," he sighed. "Everybody is so happy. But I just can't let that be the end, can I?" I barely heard a word . . . until I felt his hands spreading my asscheeks. Without further warning, I felt it . . . his burning cockhead pushing against me. My asshole was still wet from Katie's efforts, and then I felt his spit drop onto me. 

Each time I pulled out of Deborah, I felt his cock push against me. I wanted to scream myself, but there was nothing I could do. "Get ready," he growled and I tried not to tense up. Then, as I pulled back almost out of Deborah, he grabbed my hips and pushed. His cockhead jammed against me, seemed to hesitate for an instant, and then I felt him enter me. Only the end of his cock had managed to pass the tight opening, and he and I both groaned, he with pleasure, me with pain. As I moved back into Deborah, he followed and on the downstroke, used his momentum to slide another inch farther into me. It was almost intolerable. He lay on top of both of us for a moment, and I felt my asshole begin to relax. His weight was enough to slide him into me, bit by bit, inch by inch. Finally, I felt his balls slide against me, and I knew he was in. 

"Stop a minute and look at this," he told Katie. I didn't even turn my head, but I knew she was there, looking, seeing her husband with a cock up his ass. He pulled me up by my hips, careful not to let his cock slide out. "What a sight," he laughed. "Watch this." He pushed my hips away from him and slid out several inches. Then, he pulled me strongly toward him and his cock buried itself deep inside me. I groaned loudly and heard Katie gasp. 

"Go ahead. You do the work," he ordered me. I moved away from him, feeling his cock slide out several inches. At the same time, I slid deeply into Deborah, who moaned at the resumption of my thrusts. Back and forth I moved . . . into her, off of him . . . out of her, onto him. 

I began to realize, the effect was like nothing I had ever experienced before. My movements got stronger and faster. Deborah was thrashing under me, gasping for air. I didn't know how long I could keep going, and then I felt it begin. His cock inside me began to expand. I couldn't believe it could possibly get any bigger. For a moment I didn't understand, and then I felt the first hot explosion inside my ass. It was incredible, and it pushed me over the edge. 

My own orgasm burst from a depth I had never imagined. Deborah screamed as she felt the burning streams entering her. I came again and again. For each jet I felt fly from his cock, a matching stream flowed into Deborah. It seemed to last forever, but then, it was over. 

My cock began to soften inside Deborah, but his was still rock hard as he pulled out of me. I didn't even turn to look. 

"I'm gonna go take a shower," he said. "I'll expect you to be right here when I get back. Maybe to be sure, I'll take your wife with me. There may be some things I can think of to do with her in there." Katie looked at me with the saddest eyes, stood up, and followed him into the bathroom. 

A half hour later he returned, Katie walking behind him with her eyes down, her shoulders slumped. I didn't want to imagine what had happened in the bathroom. His eyes gleamed as he surveyed the scene. I'm sure he enjoyed the looks of fear Deborah and I must have given him. 

Then, the doorbell rang and we all looked eagerly toward the door. "Don't get your hopes up," he laughed. "It's for me." He opened the door and several men entered. One carried a black bag. They all stared greedily at Katie and Deborah who shivered at the men's obvious lust. 

The man with the black bag walked over, opened it and pulled out a syringe. Our attacker walked over to Katie, grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, placing the knife against her throat as he looked hard at me. "Don't resist, and don't move. This won't hurt you, but it's time to move this party to another location. Sweet dreams, all. We'll see you soon." 

I felt the needle pierce my arm. As my vision and hearing began to blur, I heard the garage door open, a car back in, and the door close. The last thing I remember was the men standing around Katie. She was whimpering sadly as I lost consciousness.



No Going Back Ch. 16



As my head began to clear, I found I was lying on a carpeted floor in a large room. There were bright lights that all seemed to be focused on the center of the room near where I lay. Slowly, as my vision cleared, I could see there were chairs around the walls of the room, most of which were filled with men. Some were watching me, some talking to each other. I saw one point to me, and the talking gradually stopped. All were now watching me carefully. 

I saw Denny stand up and walk toward me. "Welcome back. We've been waiting for you to wake up. Stand up," he ordered. I struggled to my feet. Several men came over and let down a rope tied over a light fixture above. They tied my hands and raised them over my head. I found myself standing naked in front of more than twenty men. 

"I imagine you notice Katie and Deborah are missing," he chuckled. "Since I really don't want you to worry, why don't we bring them in?" He waved toward a door and as a man opened it, I saw both women led in, their hands tied in front of them. Katie's eyes met mine, and I could tell she was stunned at the scene laid out in front of her. 

They were led to the center of the room, into the middle of the bright spotlights. From ten feet away, I could see their bare skin shining in the glare. The men untied their hands and both women automatically raised their hands in an attempt to cover their breasts. 

"No," he ordered. They looked at him, and realized what he wanted. They slowly lowered their hands to their sides. Deborah's large breasts and Katie's beautiful, perfectly formed breasts glowed in the lights, casting incredible shadows onto their lower bodies. I could only imagine what the vision was doing to the men in the room. 

As I watched, the men began stripping off their shirts and removing their shoes. I saw Denny walk over to the women, place them back to back, and force them to their knees. Two lines formed, each leading to a scared, cowering woman. "This," he announced, "is kind of like the pre-game show. Or maybe, the warmups. Let's see if you ladies can get our team ready for the action."

He stood next to Katie and looked at her menacingly. "As each man stands in front of you, I want you to undo his pants, strip him and then take his cock in your hands. Lift it, put your face to his balls and lick him. Stroke him with your hand until he is good and hard. If you can't get any man's cock hard, you'll be punished. You got that?"

She didn't even look at him. He reached down, took a nipple between his fingers and pinched. She screamed, looking up at him wildly. "Answer me when I speak to you. You understand me?" 

"Yes, sir," she said quietly. 

The first man was in front of her, his crotch right at her eye level. She reached up, undid his pants and slid them down to the floor, along with his underwear. He stepped out of them, spread his legs slightly and leaned his hips toward her. With her back against Deborah's, Katie had nowhere to go. She took his cock in her hand, lifted it and let him slide his balls against her lips. Her tongue slid out and I could see the moist trail it left on his scrotum as he rubbed himself against her. Her hand began to move up and down on his cock, and I heard him groan in pleasure. In less than a minute, his cock was standing up, long and hard. I saw the leader put a hand on his shoulder and he stepped back. Another took his place.

Deborah was already on her second man. His cockhead was now a bright red and he was breathing heavily. Denny turned to pull him away, but moved too slowly. Suddenly the man staggered back, grabbed his cock and began pumping. In only a few seconds, streams of cum began spewing from the tip. He directed them at Deborah's breasts, which were quickly covered. The thick liquid ran between her breasts and dripped between her knees. The man uttered an expletive, but was clearly pleased with himself. The other men were laughing and commenting on the huge load he had let loose. Deborah looked at her cum-soaked chest and hung her head.

The lines went on for ten more minutes. No other man reached orgasm, but by the end, Katie and Deborah's faces were wet from their own saliva that had coated each man's balls. Nearly twenty men were circled around them, their cocks standing out long and hard. 

At a command, the two women stood. He took each by one hand and began to pull them around the circle of men. As they passed, hands reached out to touch them . . . their breasts, their hips, their butts. Finally, he walked them over to me. Neither really wanted to look at me, they were so totally ashamed. He placed one of each of their hands on my limp cock and made them hold me together. Then, again, he nodded at the door. 

Two men brought in two padded exercise benches, each about three feet long. They were placed in the center of the room, in the middle of the spotlights. He walked the women over to the benches and announced, "I guess we're all ready, ladies. Shall we begin the festivities?"

The benches were several feet apart. He sat Katie on one, leaving Deborah standing alone. Without a word, the men encircled the two women. The first man to step forward toward Katie was a large man, probably weighing at least 250 pounds. His cock wasn't terribly long, maybe six or seven inches, but its girth was huge. I doubted Katie's small hands would even wrap all the way around it. 

Denny grabbed Katie's hair from behind and held her head steady. The man moved forward, his huge dick aimed directly at her face. Without any hesitation, he jammed his cock against Katie's lips and the head forced its way into her mouth. Her lips stretched to their limits around his cock. I could tell that the only way any air was going to get to her lungs was through her nose.

He was too big to slide in and out of her mouth, so he made sure his entire dickhead was inside her lips. A look from Denny, and Katie understood. I saw her cheeks moving as she used her tongue to swirl the huge bulge inside her mouth. He closed his eyes and put his hands on his hips with satisfaction.

As Katie sucked him, four men turned to Deborah. She flinched, but had nowhere to go as they picked her up by the arms and legs and carried her to the other bench. They laid her on her back on the bench, continuing to hold her. The bench was short enough that only her back was supported. Her head hung off one end. She held her head up, watching fearfully what was happening to Katie.

After a short while, Denny winked at the man in front of Katie and he reluctantly pulled back. As his cock fell free, it swayed powerfully, standing out straight from his body. He walked slowly over to Deborah, watching her eyes following his cock. 

Deborah realized the assault she was about to experience and began to struggle. The four men held her tighter, her head thrashing. Denny moved behind her and grasped her head, forcing her to look down her body, down to where her legs were now being spread wide, down to where the man had positioned himself between her open thighs.

Aware that his size was going to be a problem, one of the men pulled out a bottle of lubricant. He turned it upside down and directed a stream at Deborah's pussy. It was quickly covered, the clear liquid running down between her legs onto the bench. The man moved deeper between Deborah's legs, grabbed his cock and rubbed it up and down her pussy, getting it thoroughly wet. Then he positioned the huge cockhead just at the entrance to her cunt and pushed gently.

Deborah's eyes widened as she realized the size of the instrument ready to penetrate her. She struggled more, but she was held too tightly. The man continued to push and retreat, just enough to let her feel him. He gave a slightly harder push and Deborah groaned. Finally, he leaned forward, placed his hands on Deborah's large, soft breasts, and placed his face directly over hers. He looked into her wildly open eyes and gave a push with his hips. 

The lubricant was all that saved her. All of us could see as his huge cock entered her, pushing several inches into her without stopping. Deborah's entire body convulsed, her back arching enough to lift the heavy man above her. Then she collapsed back to the bench, feeling his weight crushing her beneath him. I expected her to scream, but his weight had knocked most of the air out of her lungs. All she could do was utter a low grunt as she struggled for air. 

He raised himself a bit and Deborah's breasts rolled as her chest heaved, drawing in air. Then, before she could gather her breath to scream, he flexed his thighs and drove himself between her legs. His fat cock ground itself into her and he once again dropped on top of her. He was all the way in!

He only waited a moment before he began to slide back out of her and then in again. The two men holding her legs put their hands under her knees and lifted her legs up and apart. Her entire crotch was now open to her attacker. He raised his hands to either side of her face, stared deeply into her eyes and increased his thrusts. Her eyes opened and closed with each entry deep into her pussy. 

The men holding her arms placed them around the man's neck, and she automatically held onto his shoulders. As we watched, it became obvious she was totally overcome by what was happening to her and had lost all awareness of anything else. Her legs moved around his hips on their own, and she was now free of any restraint. The man pounded into her as her hips began to meet his thrusts. 

Her groans of horror were now changing in tone. Her eyes were closed and the pitch of her whining was now rising. Then she reached the point of no return. Her entire body began to shake and she held onto the man as if she were drowning. Her scream of orgasm brought smiles to the men around her. Finally the man pounding into her issued his own deep groan and we all knew he was filling her body with a huge load of cum. Indeed, as he stood and pulled his fat, softening cock from her, a stream of thick white ooze flowed from her cunt, running down between her asscheeks, onto the bench. 

The man staggered a bit as he walked away, a big smile on his face. Deborah lay oh her back, her head over the end of the bench, breathing, but not moving at all. "All right!" Denny laughed. "Who's next?"



No Going Back Ch. 17



The men all looked at Deborah. Her body was limp, her breasts hanging heavily to either side of her chest. Her legs were spread apart, her pussy soaked in cum. No one seemed eager to be next in line. 

"Fine," Denny announced. "I don't blame you. We'll let her recover for a while. I think I can provide something to keep us occupied." Denny walked over to me, standing naked with my hands tied over my head. Some of the men followed, while a few gathered around Katie, watching her hungrily. The rope tied over the light fixture was untied and I was led over to the center of the room. Denny stopped me in front of Katie who looked at me with a blank stare. 

"Don't look so bored, dear," he chuckled. "I've got something I bet will get you interested." Her eyes flashed fear, but then he added, "Relax, it's not your turn yet." With a glance at a man nearby, I was led to the bench and made to kneel on it on my hands and knees. My hands were tied around one end of the bench. The bench was just wide enough for my knees to spread slightly apart, and my cock hung limply between my thighs. 

"Come here, Katie," he ordered. Together Denny and she knelt next to me. "Looks just like a turkey ready for roasting, doesn't he?" he laughed. "You like seeing your husband this helpless? If so, you're really going to enjoy the show he's going to put on now." 

The men gathered around. With a gesture, he beckoned two of the rougher looking men over to him. They stood next to us, and I could see they must have been laborers. Their muscles were large and strong, and I noticed neither of them had any hair on their chests. I also saw that one of them had shaved off all his body hair, even the hair around his genitals. His cock hung heavy and bare, every vein purple along the shaft. 

"These are two of our very special members," he said to me. "They don't usually join us for parties with women, but I promised them a special treat. Guess what. You're it." I closed my eyes, knowing the next few minutes were not going to be pretty. 

The man with the hairless genitals walked around to the head of the bench. His cock hung directly in front of my face. Denny pulled Katie up toward me and placed her face next to mine. "Watch carefully," he instructed her. 

The man reached for his cock and lifted it toward my face. He placed it against my lips and pushed gently. I felt Denny hand grab my balls and begin to squeeze. I opened my mouth and felt him slide in. By the time his cockhead reached the back of my throat, it was already beginning to get hard. I felt Katie's cheek next to mine and knew she was watching in horror as a man's cock filled my mouth. It slid in and out. My mouth began to water and I tightened my cheeks around his cock. I felt the hand release my balls. 

In a few minutes, his cock was rigid and long. I could only get half of it in my mouth and realized it must have been at least eight inches in length. As I sucked, I suddenly felt hands on my ass. I had forgotten the other man. I couldn't turn to see, but I felt liquid being dripped in my crack, and then a finger begin to probe me. It didn't go in far, just enough to lubricate me thoroughly. 

I felt the hands let me go and sensed the other man walking around toward my head. The cock in my mouth withdrew and I opened my eyes. The second cock, hairy with huge balls hanging below was right in front of me. "That's enough at this end," I heard Denny say to Katie. "Let's see what else there is to watch." 

Hands grasped my head on either side so I couldn't turn to look. I heard Denny voice talking to Katie from the other end of the bench as I felt hands again parting my asscheeks. "Look at that wonderful little asshole," he told her. "Want to see how big it can get?" 

I felt hands spread me and then a hot cockhead pushed against my asshole. It felt huge. At the same time, another cock pushed against my lips. Denny must have noticed, and I felt his hand again grasp my balls. I opened my mouth and sucked him in. 

"Will it fit?" Denny laughed and I heard Katie whimper. The next thing I knew, strong hands grabbed my hips and the man behind me shoved his cock into my asshole. I groaned around the cock in my mouth. With several increasingly deep thrusts, I felt the long, hard cock slide fully up into my guts. The man behind me repositioned his feet and began a slow series of in and out movements. 

I would have been overwhelmed by what was happening behind me, except my mouth was being thoroughly abused by the cock of the man in front of me. It slid deep into my throat, choking me unless I cooperated by breathing only on the outstrokes. The two men set up a rhythm, both sliding into me at the same time so I was squeezed between their powerful thrusts. I thought I was going to faint, and then I felt an incredible sensation in my cock. 

Denny had pushed Katie's head under my body and made her take my own cock into her mouth. She was sliding me in and out of her lips, sucking me as if to apologize for what was happening. To my surprise, my cock began to harden. Before I knew it, I had a powerful erection. I strained toward her mouth, dying for the chance to experience the release I was approaching. 

The strokes into my mouth and ass became faster, harder and deeper. Both men were groaning with pleasure. Together they began to roar and I felt both cocks began to pulse inside me. I knew I was ready to cum, too, and I tensed for the explosion. Both cocks expanded to their greatest size and I felt the cum begin to spew into my mouth and my ass. I sucked greedily in self defense and prepared to shoot my own load. 

To my utter despair, I felt Katie's mouth pulled from my cock. It was too late. Instead of filling her soft mouth with my cum, my cock began to jerk uncontrollably. It then began to shoot large streams of cum onto the bench beneath me. 

The men surrounding us laughed at the scene, murmuring appreciatively as the two cocks withdrew from my mouth and my asshole. No cum escaped from either orifice, and I heard Denny exclaim, "There you go, men. No sloppy seconds with this dude. I bet even you straight guys might like to sample what he has to offer. Anyone want to try, or are you ready for the true highlight of the evening?" 

I saw Denny draw Katie to her feet beside me, and heard all the men sigh in anticipation. Katie's eyes rolled back and she collapsed at his feet. 



No Going Back Ch. 18



I yearned to kneel beside Katie, to hold her protectively. Several men untied me, turned me over and retied me on my back. I could feel my own cum from only a few moments ago coat my back. It was already cold and sticky. 

He called and the man with the black bag came over to Katie. He injected her with a clear liquid and in a moment, her eyes opened. I could tell the injection must have been a stimulant because she revived so quickly and her eyes were already darting around the room wildly. She was helped to her feet and left to stand naked in front of all the men who eyed her hungrily. 

"Well, my dear," you said. "The time has come. It appears you must be the one to pay for your husband's indiscretions. I think we'll let him see first-hand what those mistakes will cost. Come over here to your husband." 

He led Katie to me and stood her at the foot of the bench. "Lie down on him," you ordered. "Let him feel those beautiful breasts of yours on his chest and look at him face to face." She lowered herself onto me and I wished I could wrap my arms around her. She tried to bury her face in my neck, but he grabbed her hair and lifted her head. "Oh, no, Katie," he said. "We want you both to see everything that happens. We want you to share this together. Both of you turn your heads this way. There you go, husband and wife, cheek to cheek. How lovely." 

He walked up to us, his naked cock directly in front of our faces. It was long and hard, the only way I had ever seen it. "Let's make this simple," he smiled. "Just do what you know I want. I'm tired of having to instruct you." He stepped forward and moved his erect cock toward us. It touched Katie's lips and she accepted it into her mouth. He slid it deep into her and then withdrew it. With his hand, he lowered its aim and pushed forward. It slid into my mouth and down into my throat. For several minutes, he alternated the strokes, fucking our mouths each in turn. Finally, he pulled back. 

"Now, what we've all been waiting for," he announced. He looked around and picked out a man from the crowd. He was big and incredibly hairy. His crotch was covered in so much hair, we could hardly see his balls. His cock though was easy to see. It stood out from his body, huge and already totally erect. He stood in front of Katie and me only for a moment and then moved to our feet at the end of the bench. 

Again Denny took Katie's hair and lifted her head so she was looking directly into my eyes. Neither of us could see the man at the foot of the bench, but I could see two men move to either side of the bench and I felt Katie's weight shift as they lifted her knees onto the bench and spread her legs. She was still lying on me, but her hips were raised above mine. She looked into my eyes, fear taking hold. 

"All right now." The man at our feet spoke. "If we are all ready, I will now fuck the lovely lady. I am very excited by the way her ass is spread before me. I can see her pussy just waiting to be entered. It looks quite tight. I expect I will have to be quite aggressive just to get all of my cock into her. I'm sure she will experience much discomfort at first. I know we will all enjoy that." 

As he spoke, Katie whimpered desperately. Her head struggled to turn and see behind her, but Denny held her tightly. Her body jerked as I heard the man say, "Look how I use my thumbs to spread her pussy open. Let me place my hot cockhead against her opening. Ahhhh, yes, it feels so wonderful, so hot. I can't imagine that it will fit into her, but I must make it fit." 

Denny face was only inches from mine. "Watch Katie's eyes now," he whispered. "Watch her as she takes another man's cock deep inside. Watch her and see if you can tell when she starts to enjoy it. She will, you know. We've helped get her ready." The pleased look on his face convinced me that she had been given something in addition to the stimulant. I looked at Katie and her eyes were misty and unfocused. She was still struggling, but not as forcefully as before. 

The men gathered more closely around. Katie began to grunt softly and her body moved gently on me. I could tell the man was giving small little thrusts with his cock. He continued pushing against her and her breathing began to deepen. She uttered little sounds with each movement, her eyes losing focus with each second. "Look at her," I heard the man's voice say to the others. "She moves her hips on her own. I will just stand here and feel her preparing herself for me." 

I could tell he was right. She was moving on her own, pushing herself against him. Her own thrusting was becoming more insistent. Her moans seemed to be more frustration than pain. "Ha, I am too big for her," he said. "She cannot push herself onto me. I must help her." Katie's movements stopped and I realized the man had grabbed her hips. Her eyes widened as I sensed him placing his cock against her. Katie's voice became a low whine that didn't stop. It started to rise in pitch. Then, to my horror, I heard her cry out. 

"Pleeeeeeeease," she wailed. "Pleeeease. I can't wait any more. Put it in me. Put it in meeeeeeee!" I heard the man's growl begin deep in his throat. I felt Katie rock forward from his push on her hips, then saw her pulled forcibly toward him. Katie's eyes rolled back in her head and she screamed. A roar went up from the men around us. The assault had begun. 

Her body hung for a moment, motionless above me. Then I saw her pushed forward and once again pulled back violently. This time her scream was more of an extended wail, ending in a low guttural moan. "Look," I heard the man say to everyone. "I am now entirely buried inside her." 

I looked at Katie, almost hoping to see the horror of what she was experiencing reflected on her face. Instead, to my own horror, I could see her staring wildly ahead, lost in the power of the cock so deep in her pussy. At the foot of the bench, the man's knees were touching mine. I felt him move back and Katie uttered a long, breathy, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh." His knees rocked back against mine and Katie tensed, moaning, "Ugghhhhhhhhhhhh," deep in her throat. 

He began a series of slow thrusts into her. I could see and feel the effect of each one on Katie. She placed her hands on the bench and raised the upper part of her body off of me. I saw her brace herself and begin to push back against him. Her incredibly beautiful breasts hung from her chest, and unable to stop, I lifted my head to suck her nipples. She looked into my eyes, and for a moment, I saw a dim recognition of what was happening. She almost looked scared, but then I saw that look quickly replaced by a look of pure heat. I could tell as she abandoned all reserve and began to thrust her hips back at the cock penetrating her. 

The circle of men drew closer. Hands reached to touch her. Everywhere on her body, fingers stroked, probed, caressed. Above me was a wild woman. I saw my own wife, fucking blindly against the stranger's cock buried deeply in her belly. Her body was covered in a sheen of sweat. I could feel her juices dripping on me as she thrust back and forth. 

I knew the moment when she reached the edge. Her arms collapsed and her head fell onto my shoulder. Her scream began directly into my ear, but then she grabbed my head, threw her own head back and roared in orgasm. Her tightly clamping vagina was more than the man could stand and I heard him cry out as his own release filled her to overflowing. The liquid dropping from her pussy onto me was sickeningly hot. I closed my eyes as she fell onto my chest and again lost consciousness. 



No Going Back Ch. 19



Around us, the men applauded. Katie was lifted to the floor and gently laid on her back. I was raised to a sitting position, and I couldn't avoid seeing the man step back from the foot of the bench, his long, softening cock still dripping strings of cum, its shaft glistening from Katie's juices. He was shaking hands with the other men, as some of them slapped him on the shoulder in appreciation. 

"This ends the planned portion of tonight's entertainment," I heard Denny say. "I'm pleased to release you to your own desires. Help me secure our friend here and then you're on your own." I felt hands grab me and retie my arms more tightly so I was lying on my back on the bench, unable to move. I saw the men split into two groups. One group moved over to Deborah who was crouched, cowering at the side of the room. The others knelt next to Katie, surrounding her and blocking my view. 

While one man began working to revive Katie, I saw the group around Deborah drag her away from the wall into the lights at the center of the room. With little concern, they wrapped a thin towel around her mouth to muffle any objections. One man each held her arms and legs. They pulled her thighs open, and a fifth positioned himself over her. He set his stiff cock in place and thrust. I watched her body flinch violently, then he laid on top of her, began ramming in and out, and I couldn't see her face any more. 

Even through the gag, I could hear her cries. It only took a moment for the man to cum in her. He pulled out, backed off, and another took his place. I couldn't watch any more. I turned to look at Katie. 

She was conscious now. I couldn't see her clearly because of the men around her, but she was not reacting like Deborah. I saw one of her hands reach for an erect cock, and I realized the drugs she had been given had taken away all her control. I felt sick as one man lay on his back and I saw Katie move to straddle him. She took his cock in her hand and lowered herself onto him. Without prompting, she begin to ride the cock inside her. 

Her eyes were completely unfocused. Another man placed his cock in her hand and she drew him to her. Greedily she swallowed him, reaching with both hands to cradle his ass in her palms. As I watched, she worked all the men in order. Each time she rose off the next cock, her cunt dripped copious streams of cum. Liquid ran down her chin onto her breasts. Her entire body was soon soaked in sweat, saliva and cum. 

For a half hour, the two women received load after load of cum into their bodies. By the end, Deborah was lying motionless. Her chest rose and fell with her heavy breaths, but the cock thrusts brought no other reaction. The men removed the gag. She made no protests. 

Katie, on the other hand, was flying. Whatever she had been given, it had driven her to heights of lust I hade never imagined. As the men around her finished, some for the second time, Denny walked over to her and lifted her to her feet. She followed without protest. He led her over to me and both stood beside the bench. 

She looked at me and I saw a flicker of awareness. She knelt beside me and laid her head on my chest. Taking her hand, he placed in on my cock. She seemed again to lose touch with reality. I saw her look down at my cock, stare, and then she lowered her face to my crotch. I felt her take me into her mouth and begin sucking. It felt so warm and wonderful, I almost forgot the many times her mouth had been filled with other men's cum in the last thirty minutes. I became hard very quickly. 

"Don't you want to fuck your husband?" he asked her. Obediently, she stretched to straddle me and without hesitation lowered herself onto me. She was loose and slippery, and I slid in without any resistance. Still, it felt heavenly. As she began to slid up and down, he reached for her shoulder and pushed her down onto me. I wanted so desperately to wrap my arms around her, but I was still tied too tightly to move. I felt her continue to move though, my cock filling her and pushing the other earlier loads of cum from inside her. 

He stood up and moved to the foot of the bench. "Final chapter," he said. "I wanted this earlier, but she made me wait. Now you get to share this with me. I bet now, she'll even enjoy this. Want to take that bet?" 

In spite of being lost in fucking my cock, Katie tensed as I saw Denny step between her legs and part her asscheeks with his hands. I knew her entire body was slippery with cum and sweat, and it surprised me none at all that he reached for his cock, placed it against her asshole, and immediately began to push. "Noooooooooo," Katie moaned quietly, but she continued to slide me in and out of her pussy. 

I felt him push a bit harder against her. She hesitated and then I could tell she began to push back against him. All the men gathered around us and the heat in the room seemed to rise ten degrees. I saw him grasp her hips and then, as she moved back down onto me, I saw him thrust firmly forward. Katie threw her head back, opened her mouth wide, but no sound came out. She stopped for a moment. Then she rocked forward sliding me almost out, and barely hesitating, rocked back with a strong thrust. 

Her groan was deep and low. More than the shock that she was actually accepting what was happening, I felt a sensation totally new. The second cock in her ass made her vagina tighter than I had ever felt it before. Beyond that, I realized I could actually feel his cock against mine. As he began to stroke in and out of her, I could feel his cockhead slide against my shaft through the thin membrane that separated us. I found myself getting even harder inside of her, and I could tell she noticed the difference. 

Katie began to flail her head as the two cocks pounded into her simultaneously. The three of us were all losing control, and I abandoned all restraint, thrusting my hips up at my wife, competing with him to fill her the most deeply. It only took a moment for the combined effect of our two penetrations to exceed Katie's endurance. With a final scream of intense orgasm, she shuddered throughout her body, and fainted on my chest. I felt him continue to pound his rigid cock deep into her asshole. Unable to comprehend what I was doing, I, too thrust repeatedly deep into my unconscious wife's body. Together we fucked her, alternate strokes banging against her limp body. 

I felt his cock expand and begin to pump her asshole full of cum. With the saddest humiliation I could ever imagine, I thrust upward, lifting them both, and added my load of cum to that of the many men who had been inside of her before me. 

I felt hands lift Katie off me. I opened my eyes momentarily to see the two women being carried out of the room. Most of the men were getting dressed and preparing to leave. Denny pulled the other bench over next to me and sat down. 

"Don't look so sad," he smiled. "It's nowhere near as bad as you think." 

"Are you kidding?" I responded hopelessly. "Katie will never forgive me for this if she finds out how it all started, and how else am I going to prevent her calling the police without telling her the entire story?" 

"Relax," he answered. "You ought to be smart enough to know all this took planning. We've played this game before, and we know what we're doing. Katie and Deborah are being given a drug that will confuse them so thoroughly that they won't remember much about what happened tonight. We'll get all of you home, put you in bed together, and when you wake up, it will look like the three of you had quite a wild time together." 

"The nice part is that you're going to be clear-headed enough to help them understand everything exactly as you want. I can guarantee you from experience that you'll be able to manage them if you want to." 

"And why should I want to do that?" I asked angrily. 

"Because," he said with a smile. "You've just passed our initiation test. If you want, you're now eligible to join us and enjoy all the benefits of membership from now on." 

"I can tell from your own behavior that you would give anything to be a part of our group. Just think of it. About once a month, we run across someone as foolish as you and acquire his wife or girlfriend for one of our parties. If not, one of our members can usually meet a woman, get them interested in a date, and arrange for a similar encounter to the one you experienced in your home. You can see how easy it is." 

My head was spinning. He was asking me to let Katie and Deborah believe that the terrible rape they had experienced had all been in their imaginations. More outlandish, he wanted me to make them think the physical aftereffects they would feel from tonight had all been due to my own drunken lovemaking in our own bed. 

"It works just as I'm telling you," he said. "In fact, if you handle it right, both those women are going to be hounding you for sex for the rest of your life. All they'll remember is that they got royally fucked, and you're the only man they'll think did the job." 

"Don't worry about a thing. Once they're cleaned up, get a little medicinal recovery assistance, and get a good night's sleep next to you, they'll actually feel quite wonderful. You're going to be a hero. And then, there are all those nights yet to come." 

I could see the possibilities. God, I wanted to come back here for another party like tonight. I was disgusted to realize I wanted to be one of these men, but I couldn't deny the irresistible. I had to have this chance. 

The man with the black bag came in. "This will just be to get you out of here without knowing our location," he said, seeing my apprehension. "You'll wake up in your bed about eight hours from now. The women will sleep for a few hours longer. You'll be ready for them when they wake up. Just pretend to be as groggy as they are. You help them remember what you want them to remember, and you may get a reward sooner than you expect. It wouldn't surprise me," he said with a smile. 

The man took my arm and I felt the sting of the needle. "Relax," Denny insisted. "This is going to be great for you. In fact, I'll call you in a couple of days and we'll go out together. I'll show you some of the places where we look for men as careless as you were. Ever had a man suck your cock before? Who knows, you might get lucky." 

His words blurred as the drug overcame me. All I know is that rather than thinking about Katie, I was looking forward to coming back to this place in my new role. I felt ashamed, but I also felt very, very excited.



No Going Back Ch. 20



I woke up as promised, in my own bed, the two women fast asleep beside me. We were all naked. I lay there looking at the two beautiful women, shaken to realize the abuse they had endured so recently. There were no signs of their experiences. In fact, they looked quite relaxed and comfortable. 

Knowing that they were going to be unconscious for a few more hours, I found myself excited to be next to two such helpless women. It was sick, but I couldn't resist the opportunity. I moved their bodies so I could look at them in the most intimate ways. I touched them everywhere. The more I realized how insane the circumstances were, the more excited I became. 

Deborah's breasts were wonderfully large and soft. I fondled them for some time, then sucked the nipples until they became erect even while she slept. I opened her legs and placed my mouth on her pussy. She and Katie had apparently been cleaned up by the men before bringing them home. There was no trace of the loads of cum from the night before. 

I licked her gently until her pussy was wet with my saliva. My cock was throbbing. I turned Deborah so her head lay on Katie's breasts, then knelt between her legs and carefully slid my cock into her. The scene was so powerful, I felt faint. I was sliding my cock slowly in and out of Deborah's pussy while looking at my wife, her golden hair fanned out on the pillow. I wanted to cum so badly, I almost forgot an incredibly important thing. If I had made love to these two women all last night, why wasn't my own cum anywhere on them? 

Scared at what I was about to do, I moved the two limp bodies so that Deborah was lying breasts to breasts on Katie. I opened their legs so their two pussies were pressed against each other. Climbing between their legs, I inserted my stiff cock back into Deborah's pussy and stroked slowly. I pulled out of Deborah, my cock wet and slippery, tilted my hips lower, and then pushed myself into Katie's pussy. For several minutes, I alternated strokes between the two of them. 

It was awesome. I wanted them to be awake, reacting to this. Maybe someday soon, I thought, and the idea pushed me to orgasm. I felt the cum begin to stream through my cock. I allowed several spurts to enter Deborah and then slid quickly into Katie as I finished cumming. As I pulled away, I could see each of their pussies glistening with the deposits I had just made. 

Rearranging their bodies on either side of me, I lay their heads on my shoulders and waited for them to awaken. I realized I had taken a step into a new existence. I wasn't proud of it, but I couldn't wait to see what came next. 

The hours after they woke up were strange. They were so dizzy and confused that I had to be really careful what I said. I pretended to feel as confused as they, but I talked about how we had all gotten really drunk and shared a strange fantasy. I talked about our spinning a story of being abducted together. In the fantasy, we had all been abused by many men, and I suggested that I had taken all the men's roles in fucking them. 

There was just enough truth in the story to prevent them from trying to figure out anything different. In the end, they nursed their dizziness and actually apologized to each other for letting things get so out of hand. When Deborah left later that evening, I walked her out to her car. 

"It's all still really confusing," she said, shaking her head. "I find it difficult to believe I could have acted out such an extreme fantasy. But, I want you to know, I feel somehow like I've never before had such a night of incredible passion. It hurts me inside to be leaving you right now. I don't know what I'm going to do, or how I'm going to be able to think this through. Is there any way you can come and see me soon?" 

"You mean, come see you with Katie," I asked. 

"Well, no," Deborah answered. "I feel so embarrassed about what happened, I don't know how I can talk about it with her, but I need to see you again soon. I really mean it. I need you to come see me as soon as possible. Please, will you?" 

I held her hand and looked into her eyes. I could see she was desperate, but couldn't yet put into words what that desperation meant. "I'll try," I said. Her smile warmed my heart, as well as other areas on my body, and I knew it wouldn't take long to find a way to visit her. The challenge would be doing it without letting Katie know. The fact that I had already decided not to tell Katie was another sign of how I had changed. I couldn't imagine where this path would eventually lead. 

Katie's reaction to the night before was also surprising. She didn't seem to want to talk about it. The only thing she asked was if I had actually "done it to her while she was that drunk." I knew she meant "screwing her in the ass," but I was cautious in admitting it too readily. I told her I was so drunk I didn't remember it clearly, but I thought I had. She seemed hurt that we hadn't agreed to it before ever trying it. I apologized for letting it happen in such a way, and she seemed to accept my explanation. She didn't even mention Deborah, and when I did, she looked guilty and changed the subject. 

By the next day, she was even wiggling her ass and smiling at me wickedly when she walked past me in the house. She was a little too sore for sex the first night, but she gave me the greatest blow job she had ever done. I took it as her own acceptance of what had happened and immediately began to fantasize about what else I could get away with. Guilt had apparently become a non-issue. 

Several days later, I called Deborah and told her I'd like to come by and see her the next afternoon. She said she'd leave work early and be waiting for me. Before that opportunity occurred, I got the phone call I'd been expecting. 

"How did it go?" he asked. 

"Incredible," I answered. "Just like you said. They bought the whole story and were too embarrassed to ask too many questions." 

"Told you, so let's go out tomorrow night. We'll see what we can find." 

"Can't do it tomorrow. I'm going to see Deborah. She wants to talk about the other night." 

"My, my. Aren't you the aggressive one? I rather doubt all she wants to do is talk. Are you going to tell Katie?" 

"Well, no," I admitted. "That would just be too complicated." 

"Great, where shall I pick you up tomorrow?" 

"What!," I exclaimed. "What makes you think you're going with me?" 

"That's the way it works, buddy. No private screwing around any more. You share what you get. If not, we make everything, shall we say, less than confidential. You ready for Katie to know about your . . . indiscretions?" 

I was screwed. How the hell was I going to get out of this mess? Things didn't look promising. "Look, pick me up at 4th and Market Street tomorrow at 2:30 pm. We'll talk about this." 

"Less talk, more action, is my motto. See you then." 

He picked me up the next afternoon as I had suggested. I almost didn't recognize him. "What did you do to yourself?" I asked. 

"It's only a simple disguise," he chuckled. "A little hair color, a fake beard and mustache, glasses and a nice suit . . . makes quite a difference, doesn't it?" 

I was shocked. If I hadn't been expecting him, he could have fooled me. "What is this all about?" I asked. 

"Deborah, of course. It won't be a good idea for her to remember me, at least not at first. She won't have a clear picture of me from the other night, but I didn't want to take a chance." 

"But how do I explain you being with me? This is crazy!" 

"Hardly crazy. You said she was upset and confused about her experience with you and Katie. I'm one of your good friends, a psychologist. You asked me along to help her talk through her confusion. She'll be impressed that you cared enough to ask me to see her." 

He wasn't far from wrong. Deborah was intimidated at first, then a little embarrassed, but eventually I found myself impressed at his manner. He got her talking about what she thought had happened. He led her to discuss her fantasies, and as she relaxed, she got more and more explicit. As she began to trust him, he got her to admit how much she had missed me, how much she had enjoyed sex with me when we were dating, and finally, how horny she had been for me since the other night. Within an hour, he had her admitting that she wanted me, then and there. 

With calm assurance that it was in her best interests to get her fantasies out into the open in order to deal with them in healthier ways, he asked her to stand in front of me. "For this moment, Deborah," he said, "In this therapeutic setting, I will permit you to assume he is yours. There are no limits to what you can admit to and ask for. You need to get beyond fantasy to what is real. What is it that you want to happen? How would you show him your desires?" 

With a dreamy look in her eyes, Deborah began to unbutton her blouse. She looked at him, and he smiled encouragingly. She slipped off the blouse, unbuttoned her skirt, and soon stood before me in her bra and panties. 

"You find it exciting to stand in front of him partially clothed while he has his clothes on?" he asked, and she nodded. "If you put your hands over your head and turn in circles, it will excite him more, I am sure." 

Deborah closed her eyes, circled several time, and laughed quietly as she became a bit dizzy. "Look at your lover," he suggested. "I think he's getting hard already. He thinks you are a lovely, sexy, enticing woman. Show him how right he is." 

Reaching behind her back, Deborah undid the clasp on her bra, and as she twirled, it flew off, her heavy breasts leaning out from her body. Stunned at how easy this was, I stood and took off my clothes. When Deborah opened her eyes, dizzy and out of breath, I was naked in front of her. Unsteady, she sank to her knees in front of me. My cock was already reacting to her charms. 

Without hesitation, she leaned toward me and took me into her mouth. She wrapped her hands around my hips and began sucking me greedily. I was soon hard, sliding deeply into the back of her throat. 

"Wonderful, Deborah," he whispered behind her. "You are doing so well. Let me help you with your panties." She offered no objections as he rolled the thin material down her hips and pulled them over her meaty thighs. "Your breasts are magnificent," he complimented her. "Let me lift them to cradle his balls as you suck him. He'll love that." 

She murmured with pleasure as he not only cupped her breasts in his hands but began to roll her large, hard nipples between his fingers. "You are so exceptional," he told Deborah. "I can tell you are getting so excited yourself. See, you are already very, very wet." Before she realized what was happening, he had slid one hand between her legs and dipped his fingers into her already moistening pussy. 

"Ooooooooooo," she moaned, letting my cock withdraw from her lips. "What are you doing?" 

"It's OK, dear, I'm only preparing you to share your fantasies with your man. It feels good though, doesn't it?" 

"Yesssssssss. I love it. Are you sure this is all right?" 

"Of course, my lady, now go back to sucking him. Don't make him wait." 

As she returned to her efforts, he quietly removed his own clothes. "Remember your fantasies," he whispered. "You felt the power of having every man, everywhere want you. They all gathered around you. They all touched you. You wanted to feel all of them enter you." 

Deborah was moaning around my cock as it entered and withdrew from her mouth. She reached behind her, and her hand touched his cock. I saw her jump in surprise, so I put my hands on either side of her head and drove my cock into her mouth. She tried to stand, and I pulled her down as I reclined. She ended up kneeling over me, her ass vulnerable to the naked man behind her. 

With a smile so wicked, I again felt a bit of guilt, he placed his hands gently on her hips, and without hesitation, drove his long, hard cock deep into Deborah's gaping cunt. She would have screamed, but I was holding her head down on me. After a second, I let her head rise, took her breasts into my hands, and drew her to me. My tongue slid into her mouth and kissed her deeply. I felt the extra weight as he followed her down on top of me, his cock buried deeply inside her. I could tell he was sliding in and out of her, fucking her strongly. She was breathing heavily, but finally managed to puff, "You! I want you, not him. Please. I want you inside me." 

He heard and I was surprised to feel him lift himself and withdraw. Deborah reached between her legs, grasped me, and slid my cock into her dripping pussy. It was so ready for me. I began thrusting up at her, doing her hard and fast. 

She was ecstatic. She was laughing and crying and thrusting back at me. Then, came a move that completely shocked us both. Without warning, he suddenly placed his cock at the opening to her pussy, just above my own, and pushed. With a grunt from all three of us, suddenly Deborah had two cocks inside her vagina. 

The tightness was awesome. Nearly unable to imagine what was happening, I lay still and felt him set up a rhythm of thrusts. Deborah was thrashing as if she wanted to get up, but his weight on her was too great. Without thought, I found myself beginning a counter-rhythm, thrusting as he withdrew and relaxing as he entered her. For Deborah, it must have felt like a two-stroke engine, driving her at an RPM she'd never experienced. It was certainly too much for her to resist, and I felt her abandon any reluctance. 

For several minutes, we fucked her like animals, with her pinned between us. I felt her cum several times before I heard him moan above me. Then I felt his cock begin pumping his cum into her. It was hot and I let myself go, filling her so full that our mingled cum shot from her like bubbles from a champagne bottle. She actually squealed in delight. 

He quickly and quietly got up and left the room, and Deborah lay dreamily on my chest, letting her breathing return to normal. By the time she was ready to open her eyes, he was already dressed and sitting in the chair across the room. 

"That was perfect, Deborah," he announced professionally. "I think you showed us you have control of your fantasies and are not afraid to face them. You will feel much better about yourself now. You should be very proud." 

I couldn't believe she would buy such a story, but she sighed into my neck, and I could tell she was smiling. We eventually helped her sit up and get dressed, and we shared a glass of wine with her. She actually thanked us for helping her and begged me to see her again as soon as I could. Before I could stop him, he told Deborah she could probably use a few more private counseling sessions, and she agreed to see him the next week. I wondered what he would consider a "counseling" session, but decided it was now out of my hands. 

As we drove away, he laughed and slapped me lightly on the shoulder. "I knew you were going to be a good find. She's one hot babe, even though she's a bit heavy for my taste. Don't worry though, I'm sure I'll find some other counselors or some other patients who will be happy to help her explore her fantasies. I get the impression she may be in counseling for a long time." 

I was fairly sure she wouldn't mind such a result and couldn't help wondering if she'd even end up paying for the "privilege." What a world this was! 

"I'll see you tomorrow night," he said as he dropped me off. 

"What do you mean," I asked. 

"Another group meeting," he smiled. "We're going to show a film I just made of a really great encounter between a woman, her boyfriend, and her psychologist." 

He patted his briefcase, and I realized he had taken it into Deborah's house and sat it on the coffee table next to the floor where Deborah had been . . . counseled. Great, I thought, now I was a porn star. What shit was I going to get into next? 

"Smile, buddy," he laughed. "You're the best new member we've had in a long time. Today will probably earn you some special privileges. Spend your time imagining that." 

The thought was warm in my belly. Yeah, I'd like some of those special privileges. I'll take whatever they offer. Suddenly, tomorrow seemed like it would never come. 



No Going Back Ch. 21



When he picked me up the next evening, it was already late, after 9:00 p.m. I expected it might be a late night. We headed downtown, and I was surprised when we pulled into an underground parking lot at one of the best men's clubs in town. 

"Here?" I asked. 

"Sure," he said. "You didn't expect that an operation like this would be run by anything less than the most powerful people, did you? We're covered for most anything that can go wrong. What that means is, don't get any ideas. We can cause you more trouble than you even want to imagine." 

I certainly had no intention of causing trouble. In fact, I was getting more and more interested in this "club" every minute. "So what's happening tonight?" 

"Well, as I told you, you and I are on the agenda this evening. That will take an hour or so. Afterwards, we'll just hope somebody has found something additional to entertain us. Sometimes events are planned, sometimes opportunities arise unexpectedly, and once in a while, we have to rely on past records of our successes. 

I guess I should warn you. You, Deborah and Katie will one day show up as an evening's replacement entertainment. I'm not exaggerating when I say it was one of the best shows ever. I won't be surprised if that film appears fairly soon. Everyone's talking about that evening and can't wait to see the permanent record." 

I was stunned to realize that somewhere beyond my reach existed a film of Katie with a man fucking her in the ass. Just as awful, I thought, I starred in that film in a comparable role. Well, that totally removed any idea of getting out of this mess. I'd better find a way to move in the other direction, deeper into this group, cause I could never let that film see the light of day. 

"Yeah, my friend," he said, anticipating my thoughts, "we all have something similar hidden where we can't get to it. We're in this forever, not that any of us mind." 

As we parked and moved through quiet corridors into the most private parts of the building, he told me about the founding members of what he called the Cultural Club, more accurately dubbed, the Cult. 

"It began with three top executives of local organizations. They were older and beyond obsession with their careers. They had all the money they needed, and had begun to use their membership in this club to entertain their hookers and mistresses. They set up some pretty nice private party rooms and had quite a good old time. 

Eventually, they got bored with the same types of experiences and began looking for something new. Using their corporate connections, they eventually found shady, but dependable men who knew where to pick up vulnerable women and provide them for one time intense encounters. The men knew how to insure there would never be any problems afterwards. 

After a while, they were so successful, they became quite bold. I'm proud to say that your own evening was one of the crowning achievements of the Cult. The original members are older now, and don't even participate directly, but they usually follow the events on film. They've already seen yours, and they want to meet you sometime. Play your cards right, and in a month or two, you could have a cushy job in one of their companies. Keep them entertained, and you'll never have to put in an honest day's work ever again." 

Again, my guts twisted to think of how close I was to personal ruin, but the lure of what was being offered was staggering. No turning back now, I knew. No turning back. 

We stopped in a room decorated as I'd always imagined a men's club to be. It had high ceilings, dark, heavy mahogany wood trim, thick red carpet, huge framed pictures on the walls, and deep, softly upholstered chairs. Cigar smoke lightly filled the room, not overpowering, so I realized the ventilation effectively pulled the smoke out at a perfect rate. 

We sat next to each other, and in only a moment, we were sipping brandy that I was sure must cost fifty dollars a serving in a fancy restaurant. Looking at him with amazement over the rim of the glass, I started to speak, but he interrupted. 

"Just stay cool. There's no cost for you tonight. You're a guest. Enjoy yourself, and if it all works out and you get your new job soon, this will simply be a part of the salary. No money changes hands here. Just act like this is what you expect and deserve. As long as you deserve it, you'll be welcome to expect it. Got it?" 

My smile of pleasure was enough answer. 

Around 10:00 p.m., the room began to fill with men. I recognized some of them, and thought about being embarrassed. However, most stopped by, introduced themselves with a single first name, and welcomed me as if I had bought my way in with $100,000. Maybe, I realized, I had paid an equivalent amount in the Cult's own special currency. 

At 10:30 p.m., the lights dimmed. I heard panels quietly open along each wall of the room and saw screens appear, viewable from any chair. A few chairs shifted, but most of the men were content to relax and look at whichever screen was most clear to them. The first scene opened with a naked man standing in the center of a room, his hands tied over his head. Everything that happened after that was painfully easy to predict. Apparently, my debut appearance had qualified for an immediate encore. 

Not wishing to see everything that had happened so graphically displayed on so many large screens, I watched what was going on around me. To my great amazement, I saw that the wonderful chairs we were enjoying actually had screens built into the backs. Simply by reaching at chest level to either side, the seated man could rotate panels that met in the middle in front of him. With the panels closed, he could see clearly the screens up on the walls, but no one anywhere near could see any of him but his head. 

Fascinated, I closed my own panels around me. I almost expected what I saw. There was a glass holder for my brandy snifter, and wouldn't you know it, my own fresh box of tissues. With a totally sarcastic and cynical feeling I realized . . . it was just like I'd experienced many times before, except this time I had a place to sit . . . and I didn't need any quarters. 

The presentation ended, and I was not surprised to see the lights remain off and the screens showing some beautiful scenery for a few minutes. By the time the lights gradually brightened, all the panels had been rotated out of view, and all the men were lighting up cigars or holding up their glasses for refills. It was all so . . . civilized. 

On the screen, a man appeared who welcomed us all. I could hear that he was speaking from somewhere behind me. Then a cameraman moved around from behind me, pointed his camera and light at me, and I heard my name being announced. I had only a second to verify that my face was appearing on all the screens before the first question was asked. 

"So, how do you feel after seeing yourself in action?" An anticipatory chuckle ran through the room. 

"Well, I can't say that I'd earn an Oscar for that performance, but I do hope you'll agree I've already got two golden globes." The room erupted in laughter and applause, and I decided my position in the Cult was virtually assured. It did, however, cross my mind to hope that position would not again be "on my knees." 

I answered a few more lighthearted questions, including a few painful ones about how I had won such a delicious wife, when I saw a man enter and whisper to my friend sitting next to me. The man leading the questions thanked me, and the cameraman turned to my friend. 



No Going Back Ch. 22



"We are fortunate tonight," he offered with a big smile. "Our favorite officer has brought in two unfortunate souls who made several stupid mistakes this evening. They need to be punished for their transgressions, and if tradition follows, they will probably prefer that municipal law and publicity be avoided at all costs. Shall we adjoin to the theater to witness their interrogation?" 

With a strong murmur of approval, the group stood and began to move toward a door in the rear of the room, taking their drinks with them. We entered at the top of what actually did look like a theater, or at least a private screening room. The floor slanted down to a screen that I realized was really one way glass. We sat in the dark, watching a brightly lit room on the other side. The room was unfurnished except for a table the size of a billiard table and several chairs around its edge. The table was sturdy wood, with an inlaid red leather surface. It looked like the leather was laid over something softer than hard wood, and I guessed it was even softer than it looked. 

As we watched, a man in plain clothes but wearing a badge walked in. Behind him shuffled two young people, a boy and a girl. The boy looked a bit rough, but his clothes showed he came from a family with the means to buy him whatever he wanted. The girl was small and thin, with shoulder length blond hair. Her features were delicate, and she looked so scared, it was hard to guess her age. 

They sat side by side next to the table. The young girl tried to take the boy's hand, but he pulled away. The hurt on her face was painful. The "officer" began to talk to them. 

"You two are so pitiful. Stupid little rich kids. You think you can take Daddy's Mercedes, drive out to the woods, do a little coke, screw, and get home before curfew. Well, you're gonna get screwed all right. You know the penalties for possession? You, Hotshot, you're 18, you get to go to jail. The big guys are gonna love you there. And you, sweetie, you can kiss your cheerleading and your scholarships goodbye. It'll be hairstyling and nail school for you, assuming you can flip enough burgers to pay for it. You do realize we get to keep Daddy's car? He's gonna love you for that." 

Her eyes got so big, I thought they would pop. "I never did any drugs," she cried, "I didn't even know he had anything with him. He didn't tell me. And I wasn't going to do anything with him! I've never done anything like that. It was only our second date. You've got to believe me!" 

"The bitch is lying," the boy snorted. "It was her stuff. I never saw it before. I want to talk to a lawyer." The girl looked at him like he had slapped her. It was clear who was the culprit here. 

"Shut the fuck up," the officer growled. You're both full of bullshit, and it doesn't matter anyway. The evidence is clear, and your intentions are irrelevant. You're both out of luck, so quit your bitching. Unless you want all the problems I just mentioned, you be quiet and let me think. I hate sending kids, even ones like you, where the really nasty druggies go. You'd never last long there, and I don't want that on my conscience. You stay here and do whatever the investigators tell you to do. I'll be back." 

He left the room, slamming the door behind him. In a few seconds, he was in the room with us. While we watched, a spirited argument took place in the room. I didn't think it would be long before the two kids were at each other's throats, but someone banged hard on the door and they shut up. They sat on opposite sides of the table, glaring at each other. 

"Well," a voice from the back of the room drawled. "I think they're ready. Who wants to do the honors?" 

"How about the new guy," came a suggestion. I heard several men laugh lightly, but could sense a basic approval from the group. 

"You take it pretty well," I heard directed at me. "You think you can dish it out?" 

"If they're hungry enough, they'll eat what I have to offer," I answered. 

Again, I sensed I'd pleased everyone with my response, so with a deep breath, I stood up and walked down the rows toward the door. I looked through the glass at the innocent little girl on the other side and wondered how far I'd go to please the Cult, or maybe simply to please myself. 

As I prepared to enter the room, I was given a bag with some potentially useful items, as well as a few last words of advice. I opened the door, scowled at the two kids, and closed the door behind me. 

"Damn, you two screwed up big time," I said. "We're going to have a hard time getting you out of this mess." 

I saw both their faces light up with hope. "You got one chance. You cooperate with whatever I and the other officers ask you to do, and we'll see if there's any way to make this go away. You understand me?" They both nodded hopefully. 

"I mean it," I added. "No shit and no backtalk. This won't all be pleasant, but it will be a hell of a lot more pleasant than the alternative." I could tell they were scared enough to cooperate, at least up to a point. 

"OK, first, I need to guarantee I can trust you. I don't want anybody trying to jump me from behind. You, I need you at this end of the table. Stand there facing the end and put your hands in front of you." I took out a pair of handcuffs, and before he could protest, I cuffed his two wrists to a metal loop recessed just under the end of the table top. 

"You, too, honey, come down this end." She moved hesitantly and delayed until I waggled my fingers near the metal loop. She reluctantly held out her hands and I cuffed her to the table. I sat down at the side of the table and looked at each of them in turn. 

"Now the unpleasant part. At this point, the quantity of coke you had with you may be small enough to fall under what we consider . . . negotiable, especially if some of it happens to, well, disappear. What we have to make damn sure of is that you're not carrying any more. That means a search. Sorry, but it has to happen this way. You get to be first, big boy. I want you to undo your belt and drop your pants." He looked at me like I was insane, but I just stared back at him. 

"You got a problem, friend?" I inquired. He started to speak, but I gave him a look that shut him up for the moment. He reached for his belt, then stopped to look down to the end of the table. 

"Hey, man, do you have to do this in front of her?" 

"What did I tell you about asking questions? You want to make this even worse?" 

With a slight bit of difficulty due to the cuffs, he undid his belt, unzipped and pushed his pants down a bit. I walked behind him, grabbed his pants and pulled them down to his ankles. The girl at the other end looked down at the table. 

"You better watch this, little lady," I growled, "cause you're next." The look on her face probably inspired quite a few smiles on the other side of the window. 

Picking up my bag, I zipped it open and pulled out an intimidating instrument that had similarities to every man's nemesis, the proctoscope. This thing, however, was about twice as thick and at least sixteen inches long. I wondered who had designed it and if it was truly unique. 

"Shit, man, you can't put that thing in me!" he cried. I looked at him in disgust. "You want it gentle, or you want it rough? It's up to you." He shut his mouth. 

I pulled out some rubber gloves, put them on and then coated the long tube with lubricant. "See how nice I am to you. This won't hurt much if you don't think about it." I saw that his jeans were baggy enough that they would slip over his shoes. "Lift your foot," I demanded. I slipped off one leg of his jeans and underwear. "OK, now the other." He was naked from the waist down. 

I heard a whirring noise on the wall behind me. Always filming, I thought. I moved a bit to the side so everyone in the gallery would get a good look. "Spread your legs and slide your feet away from the table. You can rest your hands on the edge." 

I wasn't sure he would comply, but he moved into position. "Come on, man, you really got to do this?" he complained. 

I reached between his legs, grabbed his balls and gave them a painful squeeze. Caught by surprise, he bent over out of control and banged his head solidly on the table. "Any more questions?" I asked. Apparently, he had none. 

I could see that the instrument had a clear end on it with a light and what had to be a camera inside. This should be disgusting, I thought. I placed the end of the rod against his asshole and pushed. Even lubricated, it didn't want to go in. "Relax!" I demanded. "Don't make me get aggressive here." I could see him try to push himself into better position. 

Smiling up at the unseen eyes behind the glass, I placed the other end of the scope against my hip and leaned into it. The end popped into his ass, and he grunted like a stuck pig. The girl's gasp from the other end of the table was full of horrible anticipation. 

Once in, the scope slipped easily up his ass. When I passed six inches, I felt a slight resistance and he grunted again. I pushed further and it slid in to about twelve inches. Unwilling to risk actual injury, I stopped. The little screen on the device showed me what was undoubtedly appearing on a much larger screen in the other room. I couldn't imagine that the image itself was particularly exciting to anyone, but seeing this idiot with a rod up his ass certainly was a kick. 

I could see the sweat breaking out on his neck. I knew he just wanted this to be over. I had an idea. I reached into my pocket and set off my beeper. "Damn. Sorry kid, I need to go answer this. Hold still and I'll be right back." I laid my end of the instrument on the chair, leaving it buried in his ass. Smiling, I walked out the door, turned the corner, and opened the door to the theater. I saw many glasses raised in acclimation and smiles equally as big as my own. And best of all, the fun was only beginning.



No Going Back Ch. 23



I returned to the room, and the guy gave me a look of deep hatred. I smiled. Eager to get on to the better events, I walked over and pulled the scope out of his ass. "There, see, that wasn't so bad. You're empty, at least of any more coke. Now, if you're girlfriend is just as clean, we may be able to do business." 

"I'm not his girlfriend," she growled, "at least not any more!" 

"Not my interest," I commented. "Now, let's get you ready for your examination." 

"No, please. I promise you, there's nothing to find." 

"The same rules go for you as for your friend. No complaints, no backtalk. Understand?" 

"No, I can't . . . do this. Please! It's not fair." 

"Hmmmmm, so this has to be the hard way. OK, I'm game. Let's try something different." I walked over behind her and she started to struggle. "You're just making this worse," I promised. Fortunately for us all, above her waist, she was only wearing a tube top. There were no clothes to tangle up in her cuffs. 

I reached under the table and pressed a button I had been told was there. A rope descended from the ceiling with a hook on the end. Watching her eyes widen in shock, I attached the hook to her cuffs and released the cuffs from the table. I touched the button briefly, and her hands were raised about a foot higher. They were at face level. 

"See, I told you this would be the difficult way." I touched the button again, raising her hands just above her head. "Feeling a bit more vulnerable now? How about this?" Another push and her hands were stretched all the way above her head until she could barely keep her feet flat on the ground. 

She stood there, her hands high over her head, her top pulled far up her waist, leaving her puckered navel bare to my eyes. Her short skirt was also pulled higher, showing off her lovely young legs. "Let me down!" she cried. 

"On the contrary," I smiled. "I think I need to see you a lot better than this." I pushed the button and held it. The cuffs tightened around her wrists and her feet lifted all the way off the floor. I let the rope lift her until she swung over the center of the table. I pushed a button next to the first and the rope lowered her until she was standing on the center of the table, her hands still held high in the air. 

"Much better. I can stand right here next to you and see almost everything I need to see. Well, actually, I guess I need to see a bit more." I climbed up on the table beside her. She looked petrified. I looked carefully at the lovely body before me. She was only about 5'2", maybe 95-100 pounds. Her little breasts poked tantalizingly through her top. They weren't large, but through the thin material, I could see her pointy little nipples. She saw me looking at her breasts and whimpered. 

"Gotta make sure you're not hiding anything in there," I laughed. Looking directly in her eyes, I grasped the edges of her top and slowly dragged it down. The material held momentarily on the tips of her breasts, then slipped over the nipples. Her breasts bounced as the top released them and I felt my cock jump in my pants. 

I bent and pulled her top down to her ankles. She was looking wildly around, as if there were someone who might possibly save her. Her glance fell on the other man in the room, and she gasped at the look on his face. I bet she was glad he was still in handcuffs. 

I stood back from her side and looked her over. I knew the cameras were rolling, and everyone was taking a long, hard look. She was exquisite. "I have to check these," I said, and reached to lift her breasts, as if their small size could have hidden anything underneath them. They were soft and hard at the same time. I could see my cock poking against the front of my pants. I could tell she saw it, too. 

After a thorough "search" of her breasts, during which she closed her eyes tightly, I put my hands on her hips. "Now, let's get to the really interesting areas. I think this unzips, right?" The sound of the zipper on her skirt seemed to echo in the room. It opened easily and slid to the table. I reached down and pulled her top and skirt from around her feet. The sight of her there on the table in her tiny panties, her breasts bare, her hands above her head, was powerful. I felt almost ready to cum in my pants. The boy at the end of the table seemed just as excited. 

I crooked one index finger in the front of her panties, from one thigh through to the other. I pulled lightly, lifting the material away from the light colored hair on her pussy. She jerked at my touch. "Uh, uh," I warned. "Stay still." I worked my hand around, pulling the panties from side to side, up and down. I could see tears beginning to drip from the corners of her eyes. 

I reached around to her butt, grabbed the panties and pulled. It spun her in a circle until without moving, I was behind her. I slid one foot between her feet and shoved to the side. Her legs spread about eighteen inches apart. I slid a hand down the back of her panties, all the way until the tips of my fingers passed both her openings and ended up buried in her silky pubic hair. "Yes, I think you'll be accessible," I muttered. 

My hand between her legs grabbed the front of her panties and the other took hold of the back. In one move, I pulled then down to her ankles and dragged them off her. She was totally naked in front of us all. She squealed in embarrassment. 

I picked up the scope and she looked at me, her eyes wild. "God, no!" she whimpered. "You can't do that to me. Please!" 

"OK," I said, "I'll give you an alternative." I reached in the bag and pulled out a stand that I placed on the table between her legs. I took the scope, pointed it up toward the place her legs came together, and inserted the other end in the stand. It was now a freestanding device, the business end only a few inches below her crotch. "There. I don't even have to do anything to you myself. I'm going to lower the rope until you can squat. You provide a thorough view of everything I need to see, and I won't even touch you. Don't slip, though. That thing could do a great deal of damage if you fall on it." 

With satisfaction, I stepped down off the table, pulled a chair over to the side, leaned back, and put my feet up next to where she stood. "OK, get going," I demanded. "We don't have all night." I touched the button and the rope lowered. Her hands came down to the level of her chest. If she squatted as I intended, her hands would end up back over her head, her breasts bare to our view. She had made no move to comply with my demands, so I announced. "Well, if that's not enough of a concession, I guess I'll have to give you some help. Why don't we get your boyfriend's assistance?" 

I stood up, moved the end of the table and undid the boy's handcuffs. He looked at me in surprise. "Go on," I told him. "Apparently she wants some help." 

He jumped up on the table, and I saw his cock was actually semi-erect. She saw it and cried out, "Get him away from me. Don't let him touch me!" 

"Quiet, dear, he's just going to help you keep from hurting yourself. All right, position her hips over the scope and guide her down. I don't care what hole goes first." 

He quickly moved to place his hands on her hips, and she began struggling to avoid his touch. I reached in the bag and pulled out a policeman's stun gun. She saw it and looked at me horrified. "Your choice," I said simply. 

In shock, she began to flex her hips and I saw her knees begin to bend. The guy grasped the middle of the rod and pointed it toward her crotch. As she lowered herself, he slid his hand to the tip of the scope and guided it more accurately. She shivered as his fist spread her thighs, then she felt the end of the rod touch her tight pussy. It was so thick, I didn't think there was a chance she could get it inside her. That was clearly her opinion, too. 

"You better loosen her up," I suggested. I think he had been waiting for that very offer. Running his fingers around the base of the rod to lubricate them, he reached for her and slid one finger into her vagina. She screamed, and he and I both actually laughed. It was clear I now had a willing compatriot. 

He slid his finger in and out of her. I could tell she was really tight. Damn, she might actually be a virgin, I thought. The kid was having a grand old time with the helpless girl. As I watched, he began to move his other hand across her stomach and up toward her breasts. He looked at me and I gave him no sign to stop. He saw he was free to enjoy himself and began to run his hands all over her body hungrily. She was struggling now, standing up again, the scope forgotten. 

Confident that I had accomplished all I needed to do, I removed the scope, noticing that the boy now had one of his own. I stood up. "Well, it looks like you have a tool you can use to examine her for me. I want you to check out every nook and cranny, and I do mean thoroughly! By the way, see that spot on the wall over there. It will be recording everything you do. If I see you've forgotten any part of her body, all promises are off. You got me?" 

He nodded eagerly. I looked the girl straight in her tear-filled eyes. "This is what you get for being so stupid, a starring role in your boyfriend's first fuck film. Do your job, you'll eventually get to go home, and Daddy will get his car back. Otherwise . . . hmmmm, you don't even want to think about otherwise, believe me. I'll be back in a half hour to see how things have come out." 

With that parting shot, I walked to the door, opened it, and stepped out, not even looking back. 

I knew I'd see their expressions on a screen soon enough, and I was eager to rejoin my new friends and supporters.



No Going Back Ch. 24



Life had become one great party. I got the new job as promised and settled into a pattern of at least one night a week with the Cult. It was fantastic. Since I had proven myself to them so well, they had not "used" me in any adventures for a while. I knew, though, that it was time to get back on stage, and from the comments I had heard, everyone wanted Katie to make another appearance. 

I had lost most any hesitation to do anything, but it still bothered me to think of involving Katie. The first experience had been so intense, I wondered if she could actually deal with another, no matter how little she remembered of the first. I had to admit, she was so horny these days that it seemed she would go for almost anything, but that had only been with me, alone. 

I began encouraging her fantasies and hit paydirt when I told her about the "glory holes" in the adult bookstores. I certainly didn't tell her about my own experience, but she was fascinated by the idea and really wanted to see what I was talking about. I warned her that taking a woman into one of those places was a little unusual, but she said she'd disguise herself a bit and wasn't intimidated. 

The only reason I could go through with it was that I now knew the place I had first been initiated was actually run by the Cult. I knew that it wasn't really dangerous, at least not in terms of physical harm. We waited until late one night and then drove to the other side of town. Katie had on a dark wig as a disguise. She was so excited, she wore a short skirt and a low cut blouse that buttoned down the front. She wasn't wearing any underwear. 

I asked her if that wasn't a little brazen for a place with so many horny men, but she shrugged off my worries. "You'll protect me," she smiled. If only she knew, I thought. 

I had, of course, set up the scenario that was about to happen. In the bookstore, I let her wander the aisles for a short while. She seemed to be enjoying the leering stares from the men nearby. Finally we wandered to the small movie stalls in the back. This time I knew exactly where I was going and led her beyond the doors in front to cubicles not meant for the general public. 

We entered a cubicle and closed the door behind us. I could hear videos playing in the other stalls. Katie was highly excited, and she immediately began looking for holes on the walls of our booth. There were, of course, holes on both sides. She kneeled down to look through the hole on one wall. I heard her gasp. 

As I had arranged, I knew she could see clearly into the next booth. Through the magic of technology, I could look at the screen where our video was playing and in a corner, I could see what was happening in the next room. I saw a man concentrating on the hole on the other side. I looked carefully and as expected, saw a stiff hard cock extending through the hole. That was what had made Katie gasp. 

The man in the next booth knelt down, and without obscuring Katie's view began to stroke the cock. It got longer as redder as he stroked it. Katie was already breathing harder, and I could see her hand moving between her legs. God, this was one hot woman. I dragged my eyes away from Katie back to the screen and saw the man next door take the cock into his mouth. Certainly, that was interesting, but I had work to do. 

I moved down next to Katie and reached from behind to undo the buttons on her blouse. I quickly had her breasts bare, and as the warm mounds filled my hands, I felt my own cock begin to stiffen. With one hand I lifted her short skirt up around her waist. I knelt there beside her, amazed at my beautiful wife, her bare breasts jiggling as she fingered herself while gazing through the hole at one man sucking another man's cock. 

I could tell she was getting close to cumming, just from watching. I touched her shoulder and she turned for a moment away from the hole. I pointed, and she saw what I was indicating. There, on the other wall, fingers were extended through the hole. Katie realized that another man had been watching her and what she was doing while she was looking through the hole. I saw color rush to her face, but then, to my amazement, she reached over and touched the fingers reaching through the hole. 

The fingers withdrew and almost immediately, a semi-erect cock slipped through the hole. She hesitated, then let her hand wrap around the cock. I saw it stiffen quickly. She stroked it gently, enjoying its heat and the smoothness of the skin. It was clear she desperately wished she could do more than stroke it, but I knew she still felt a great hesitation. I was ready for that. 

I reached in my pocket, pulled out, and unwrapped a condom. It was one of the flavored ones that often made oral foreplay a great prelude to our sexual romps. She looked shocked at my action, but was too excited now to think clearly. She took the condom and quickly slid it onto the cock poking through the wall. She leaned forward, looked hungrily at the cock, and with determination drove her mouth onto the long shaft. Three slides in and out and her mouth had swallowed it all the way until her lips touched the wall. 

It was with a combination of shock and pleasure that I watched her suck the cock of a man she had never seen. Her concentration was single minded. She had her thumb and first finger wrapped around the base of the cock, making her mouth feel as tight as a virgin pussy. It only took about ninety seconds and I saw the cock thrust hard against the hole, extending as deeply into her mouth as possible. I heard her moan of pleasure as the condom in her mouth filled with hot cum. 

By now I had my fingers buried deep in her pussy and my own cock was sticking out of my open pants. She was breathing so hard, I knew she was desperate for her own chance to cum. "I'm going next door," I told her in a low, earthy voice. "Back your ass against the hole behind you. I got a present for you." 

I knew the idea was impossible for her to resist. I quickly stepped next door and slipped my hard, bare cock into the hole. I knew she would recognize my cock, and sure enough, I felt her take me quickly into her wet mouth. The pleasure was intense. I let her suck me for a few seconds, then whispered through the thin wall, "Turn around. I want to be inside you." 

I felt her release my cock, and then in a moment, I felt the familiar hot, wet, tightness of her vagina envelop the head of my cock. I knew she was positioning her hips, and then I felt her rock back against the wall. My cock slid into her and I almost came right then. This was too much to believe. I was in heaven. 

I wanted to let this happen the way she expected, but there was too much at stake to fail now. Once again, I whispered, "Look down at the wall on either side of your knees. There are two more holes there that your hands will fit through perfectly. Slide your hands through. I want to hold them. Please." 

I wondered if she would, but almost immediately, I saw her long fingers slide through the wall toward me. I knew she was doubled over on the other side of the wall, her pussy fitted tight against the hole, her hands stretched down to reach for mine. I took her hands, breathed a small prayer for forgiveness, and touched a switch. Grips in the wall closed on her wrists. 

Without even seeing her, I knew she was pinned in the most vulnerable of positions. I heard her cry of surprise on the other side and saw her try to withdraw her hands. Without a word, I began to slide my cock in and out of her forcefully. I felt her react to the thrusts with pleasure. I could almost read her mind as she paused to think about what was happening, decided that it was me and it was safe, and then began to push back against me. The first step was complete. 

I continued fucking my wife, knowing that I was not the only one witnessing what was happening. It made the entire experience even more overwhelming. I felt both of us getting close to orgasm and knew I had to move on. I slid out of her just in time and heard her groan of frustration through the wall. I slid out of the room and back into hers. 

She looked up at me, bent over so far her head was nearly down at her knees. I could tell she wanted to know why I had stopped, and why she hadn't been released. I moved in front of her, my cock extended hard and still very wet from her own juices. She looked stunned at what was happening, but then as I expected, again took the next step and let me slide my cock between her lips. She sucked me enthusiastically, her hands restrained in the holes on the wall. I knew the restraint was exciting her beyond her imagination. But I still wondered about what was about to happen. 

It only took a moment to begin. I saw her body stiffen, then a cry began around my cock. I saw her try to rock forward toward me, but with mixed emotions I thrust my cock into her mouth, pushing her back against the wall. I couldn't see, but I knew what was about to happen. I held her so her ass was flattened against the wall, her pussy open against the hole. With only a second to think, I pulled my cock from her mouth, dropped to my knees, and kissed her deeply. My mouth was covering hers tightly as the cock from the next room thrust deeply into her cunt. 

She screamed into my mouth, but the sound was mostly muffled by my own. I continued kissing her as lovingly as I knew how. She struggled, but her hands were tightly pinned in the wall. I kissed her until her struggling began to change in nature. I knew the thrusting cock was driving her passion back to its highest levels. She closed her eyes, trying to maintain some sort of control, but I could tell when she gave up. 

Her tongue reached to meet mine, and I could feel her begin to push herself back against the wall. I helped her lean solidly against the hole, and could clearly sense each thrust as it pounded into her. The sensation and the circumstances must have been overwhelming for her. I felt her first orgasm begin and could tell it was happening at the same time as the one of the man inside her. 

Her orgasm would last, I knew, longer than a man's. Sure enough, while she was still deep in the middle of her spasms, I saw the look of shock on her face as the first man withdrew and a new, hard, hot cock slid into her. The second man must have been even bigger than the first, because I saw her body tense further, even in the middle of her orgasm. She continued to gasp in the throes of ecstasy as the second man began his own path toward release. 

He lasted only a little over a minute and was quickly replaced by another. I continued kissing Katie and murmuring my love for her. I didn't know what she would have to say later, but she soon lost all reserve and almost seemed to relish each new cock as it entered her. After five or six, I again stood in front of her, and without resistance, she took me into her mouth. I held her face gently as I slid in and out of her throat. 

By the time I felt my own orgasm approaching, I knew at least ten men had cum inside her. She had orgasmed several times, and as I drew close to my release, I saw her hands come free from the wall. With apparent gratitude, I saw her kneel in front of me, place her hands on my ass, and suck me greedily to one of the greatest orgasms I could remember. 

My cock finally fell from her mouth, and she knelt, totally exhausted at my feet. Without speaking, I helped her to her feet, smoothed her clothes and buttoned her blouse. I helped her out of the booth, noticing that all the cubicles around us were now empty. She had never laid eyes on a single man other than myself. 

In the car on the way home, we didn't speak. She took a long, hot bath and went to sleep without saying a word. The next day, she acted as if nothing had happened, and other than looking at me now with a slight hint of fear, she is as enthusiastic about our sex life as ever before. It makes me tingle to imagine what I'll try with her next. 



No Going Back Ch. 25



Life was just about perfect. At least two or three times a month, Denny and I spent the evening experiencing the wildest sorts of decadence. I was beginning to think that nothing was impossible. The Cult even had a "special interest group" devoted to S&M and domination/submission fetishes. 

Surprising to me, there was never any trouble finding women (and men) to act as subjects for these games. The online personals listings provided new subjects whenever they were needed. I had never imagined there were so many people who actually wanted to be abused. 

I enjoyed seeing some of these encounters, but I found I wasn't excited so much by "victims" who were that eager to play their part. I still preferred the opportunities to enjoy subjects who were quite horrified by the circimstances they had fallen into. It was that preference that finally got me into the worst of my troubles. 

The Cult had control of one of the most highly regarded night clubs in the area. All the bartenders were clear that they never questioned how much beautiful, young women had to drink, and they especially didn't object when certain "customers" asked to fix their own drinks. When a man asked to fix a drink for an unescorted woman, it was a signal to spend a few minutes at the opposite end of the bar. 

The club was on the top floor of the best hotel in town, and the Cult had an entire floor available whenever it desired. On that floor there were rooms of every imaginable design, ready for anything from a small one-on-one encounter to a group orgy of fifty or more people. Normal practice was to supply a woman in the club with a drink that included something "extra" and wait for her to lose her inhibitions about leaving with good looking man. By the end of the evening, she had usually "met"many more men than she anticipated, and she seldom seemed to remember very clearly what had happened. Best of all, it always seemed like it had been her own fault. 

The Cult had a number of younger men who were not actually members, but more like employees. They were experienced in luring women to the hotel rooms and then turning them over to Cult members. It wasn't clear to me how much they really knew, but I'm sure they were well paid for their efforts. Sometimes, they even got to experience some pleasures of their own before the Cult took over. 

That was the plan the night everything fell apart for me. The members were gathered on our floor watching events in the club on closed circuit TV. Several of the usual hired guns were circulating among the patrons, looking for likely targets. We were debating the merits of several young women we had noticed when the doorman downstairs called to say two incredible women were on their way up. We all settled ourselves to consider the new entrants. 

As they walked through the door, I know I was not the only one who concentrated first on two of the most spectacular bodies we had seen in months. In my case it was a good five seconds before I even thought to look at their faces. To my horror, I glanced higher in gleeful anticipation and saw . . . Chastity, and her best friend Lisa. 

My heart climbed high up into my throat. No, this was not possible. This was the one place I had forbidden her to visit. Katie had supported the prohibition, but there she was, strolling across the room, her undulating hips sending out vibrations that rocked every man in the club. 

"Oh God, what am I going to do?" I thought. "I've got to get her out of there." 

"Uhhhh, guys, I'm sorry, I really don't feel too good tonight. I think I'm going to take off," I tried.

"I don't think so, Roger," Denny smiled. "We picked this pair especially with you in mind. We send them a fistful of free drink coupons to insure their attendance. I just knew this was an opportunity you wouldn't want to miss." 

"No!" I stated firmly. "This is not going to happen." 

"Roger, Roger, Roger," Denny laughed. "Don't tell me you've forgotten how this all works. Do you really think you have any control over what happens next?" 

"I cannot do this. I do not want to see any of this!" 

"Well, fine," Denny said calmly. "You can go if you want, as long as you remember the penalty you're sure to pay. In fact, I imagine that penalty might begin being paid even before you get to your car." 

I thought of the risk I was to them in my current state of mind and realized they might have no reluctance to "make it impossible" for me to make trouble. I got scared very quickly. 

"Not only that," Denny reminded me. "Do you really want to leave those young girls totally unprotected, subject to the whims of your friends, such as myself? I have many fascinating things I'd personally like to try with the blond one. Are you ready to abandon her all to me? I do hope you'll say yes." 

My blood ran cold as I realized he was right. I couldn't leave my own stepdaughter in the hands of these monsters. It didn't help to acknowledge that I was actually one of the monsters myself, but I still couldn't imagine any way out of this hellish situation. 

By now, the first contact had been made in the club. The two young men who now stood on either side of the girls were about as irrisistable as any two girls could have imagined. I doubted Chastity had any interest in resisting, and sure enough, within minutes they were all seated at a very private table. One of the men got up to go get drinks, and when I saw him step behind the bar, I knew what would soon be happening. 

Sure enough, in about 15 minutes, Chastity and Lisa were both leaning groggily against their new friends. It was with total disgust that I remembered the times I had sat watching this same scene, my cock already partially erect at the thought of what lay ahead. When the two men helped the girls to their feet and led them across the club and out to the elevators, I felt sick to my stomach. The Cult members all stood and began heading for the party. 

By the time we had relocated, the girls and their escorts were already in one of the special rooms on the Cult's private floor. It was a large, plushly furnished room that probably would have seduced most women even without any "artificial stimulants." 

In addition to two huge king size beds, the room had several soft couches, wide enough for all sorts of activities. It had a fully stocked bar, high-tech audio and video systems, and a view that overlooked the entire city. It also had double-thick red carpeting, as soft as a bed. I had often laughed at women, dizzy and confused, as they stumbled drunkenly trying to walk across it. 

The other dizzying feature of the room was the mirrors. All the walls were mirrored, and without a firm wall to focus on, most people had trouble keeping their balance. That intensified the Cult's victim's confusion, but the primary purpose of the mirrors was, of course, observation. From rooms on either side, there was little that couldn't be seen of whatever might occur. Many of the two-way mirrors were actually doors, so we could enter and leave the room as quickly and easily as we wished. 

It only took a few minutes for the men to have Chastity and Lisa primed for action. The girls had locked their lips to their partners immediately upon entering and were already moaning in pleasure at the effect of the hands roaming over their thinly clothed bodies. Slowly but steadily, the men were removing clothes from the girls, a tease meant for the men they knew were watching from the other side of the glass. 

As I watched Chastity's clothes being removed, saw her bra and panties coming into view, I couldn't help remembering the first time I had seen her. A part of my mind recognized the incongruity of the excitement of the first time I had seen her nude, compared to the horror I was feeling at this moment. Once again, I was stunned at her beauty as first one, then the other exquisite breast was revealed. Men around me gasped at the sight, and I knew exactly what they were anticipating. 

By now, the two girls were clearly oblivious to the reality of what was happening. I saw several men enter the room through one of the mirrored doors, and the girls scarcely glanced in their direction. They opened other doors and began to pull out frames and tools that I recognized with growing dismay. Tonight the group was going to enjoy a display of bondage. 

Before long, one frame had been erected and I saw two men walk over to Lisa and help her stand. The remainder of her clothes were removed, and while hands roamed her body keeping her focused on the pleasure, she was moved to the frame near the center of the room. The device was simply two thick wood posts attached about five feet apart to a flat wooden base. A cross piece connected the tops of the posts. The two posts were hinged in the middle so they could be tilted to any angle. 

Quickly, before Lisa could object, her hands were tied by cords to the tops of each post. Her legs were spread widely and her ankles tied to the bottom of the posts. The men stepped back and Lisa opened her eyes, beginning to sense that something was not quite right. Even through the haze of confusion, I could see fear rise in her eyes. She pulled slightly on the cords and we could hear her beginning to whimper. 

I looked to the other side of the room and was not surprised by what I saw. The men had assembled a similar frame, but with four posts arranged in a rectangle. This frame was much more sturdy than the first one and had cross beams connecting the tops of all fours posts. Hanging from the cross beams were numerous chains and belts. 

While Lisa was being bound in the first frame, Chastity had been faced in the other direction. The man with her had pulled her down on top of him. As she kissed him, he reached for her ankles and flexed her legs at the knees until her ankles were against the back of her thighs almost touching her butt. Quickly two men slipped straps over her knees, sliding them up her thighs and calves until her legs were bound tightly. Before she could move, they took her hands and cuffed them behind her back. 

She began to struggle, but there was nothing she could do. They picked her up, carried her to the four post frame and lay her on her stomach inside. With little difficulty, she was lifted several feet off the floor and suspended by straps and chains. Soon she was swinging free, one large strap around her waist and others holding her knees spread wide apart. 

Drugged to the point she could barely hold her head up, Chastity tried to look around her, but her eyes were obviously not focusing very well. Suspended from the frame, her beautiful breasts hung from her chest, the nipples pointing down toward the floor. Her helplessness was complete, and in other circumstances, involving someone else, my cock would have been bursting through my pants. 

I felt a hand on my shoulder. I knew who it had to be. "Well, you ready?" Denny asked. "This is really going to be hot." 

"You know I can't have anything to do with this," I growled. Leave me the hell alone." 

"Roger, Roger, Roger, you have just got to get past these silly inhibitions. You know there's no way out of this, so you might as well enjoy it. You don't want to ruin the fun we're all expecting, do you? We arranged this specifically with you in mind. You don't want to disappoint us, do you?" 

This last question was asked with a hardness in the voice that I understood. "Go on and do what you want," I begged. "Just leave me out of it." 

"It's not that easy," Denny said. "Let me explain. Let me tell you your incentive to play your own part in tonight's party. You know how these events work. We're a rather large group, and everyone likes to participate. At least one of those ladies out there is going to get to know a lot of men in the next hour. I don't expect you are looking forward to seeing your little girl take on as many as twenty men, are you?" 

The idea had certainly crossed my mind. I couldn't let that happen. 

"Here's the deal. Since seeing you fuck your own stepdaughter will be such a fine show, we've agreed to let you be the only one to have her tonight. Give us a good performance, and she'll leave here as pure as if you had her in her own little bed at home. In fact, the way we've got her suspended, you can come up behind her, and she'll never even see who it is. What more can you ask?" 

He was right. If I could keep her away from everyone else, I might be able to live with myself after it was over. And, if she might never know it had been me . . . that was more than I could ask. 

"Ok, Roger, you better make up your mind. The party's getting under way." 

I looked through the mirrors and saw the members filing through doorways into the room. There were already several gathered around Chastity, their hands reaching to touch her smooth skin. Her body rocked gently in her bonds as they touched her. I could see her eyes rolling as she tried to see what was happening. I couldn't wait any longer. I opened the door in front of me and walked across the room toward my stepdaughter. 

As I approached her from behind, the other men parted to let me near. I walked up to her and stopped between the two end posts of the frame. What I saw was enough to make me dizzy. With her legs bent, her ankles bound against the back of her thighs, the closest parts of her to me were her knees. Those knees were spread wide apart, suspended and tied to the top of the two posts beside me. 

My gaze moved slowly along her soft, smooth inner thighs, ending guiltily where they came together. There, as I knew I would see, as I had seen for the first time several years ago, was the most beautiful pussy I have ever witnessed. The spread of her legs left her open for all of us to appreciate. Even her tight little asshole was as open and vulnerable as it could be. 

Denny moved past me to the other side of the frame. He pulled up a stool in front of Chastity and began to take off his clothes. The men standing around us did the same and Denny motioned for me to get on with it. Slowly I complied, sliding off my pants, exposing my cock to my stepdaughter's open legs. 

Across the room, the posts on Lisa's frame had been unlocked and tilted forward. She was now bent over at a ninety degree angle. One man was already standing in the triangle formed by the cross beam at the top of the frame and Lisa's arms tied to the ends of the beam. Lisa's head was at the point of that triangle, situated perfectly in front of the hard cock standing up stiffly before her face. I saw him take her face in his hands, lift it and guide it to his cock. He held her face there, letting her see what lay ahead. 

Another man had moved behind her. He knelt down, his face in her ass, and I saw Lisa's mouth open in shock as a tongue touched her in the most intimate of places. The man in front took advantage of the opportunity and slid his cock between her open lips. She struggled a little, but other hands reached for her hips, her legs, her breasts, and her struggling stopped. 

The man behind her stood, his cock swinging side to side. He stepped forward and Lisa's hips shuddered as he slid into her. She was filled at both ends. That would be the case for at least the next hour. 

In front of me, hands were carressing Lisa all over her body. She was whimpering, looking across the room at what was happening to her friend. I told myself she was not really aware of what was happening. I hoped that was true. 

Denny pulled his stool to a position just under Chastity's face. He sat down on it, his big cock erect and pointed directly at her face. Looking at me, he grasped her face in his hands and gently pulled her toward him, then pushed her away. She swung in her bonds, her body rocking toward me and then away. 

The momentum flexed her hips and her bright red pussy lips opened and closed. Her asshole puckered as her ass cheeks moved. In spite of myself, I felt my cock begin to stiffen. Denny noticed and smiled. "I told you it would be OK," he laughed. He then grasped her face and pulled it toward his cock. 

I didn't want to watch, but I couldn't stop myself. I saw his dickhead brush against her lips. The second swing of her body forced it against her mouth enough to part her lips exposing her teeth. On the third swing, one of the men pinched down hard on one of her pointed pink nipples, and with the pain, her mouth opened. The head of his cock slid past her teeth and into her mouth. He smiled, stopped her swinging, and used his hands to move her head up and down on his cock. Her lips were stretched tight around him. I couldn't watch any more. 

Two men on either side of me put their hands on my shoulders and had me kneel between Chastity's open thighs. With my face only inches from her pussy, I looked at her in wonder. The pussy lips I remembered so well extended out at least an inch from her body. I couldn't stand it. I leaned forward, took them between my lips, and pulled gently. I heard her moan, muffled by the cock buried in her mouth. She tasted exquisite. 

I ran my tongue over her pussy lips, feeling their texture, their heat. I realized they were already wet, so I extended my tongue and let it slide between them and into her pussy. Her cunt was steaming. She was excited at what was happening. Whatever they had given her had her ready for this. My cock was as stiff as an iron bar. 

I stood and stepped forward between her legs. My cock was only inches from her cunt. I wanted to feel myself inside her so much. I looked up at Denny and he was smiling broadly, his cock deep inside my stepdaughter's mouth. The men on either side of Chastity reached to swing her toward me. The head of my cock pushed up against her and she groaned again. 

They swung her slowly toward me and away, toward me and away. Each time she moved against me, my cock parted her pussy lips and was moistened by her juices. Finally, I could wait no longer. This time as she swung toward me, I grabbed her hips and drove my cock forward. I felt the head pass through the tight opening and slide steadily deep into her cunt. I lunged forward and my balls swung heavily against her clit. I heard her scream in a way that I knew meant pleasure instead of pain, and I thought to myself, "I'm fucking my own stepdaughter." All around me, I heard the cheers and the laughing. 

The effect of having her suspended in front of me was uniquely exciting. I loved being able to place my hands on her hips and gently push her forward, sliding her off my cock, and then letting her own weight rock her back against me, pushing her tight pussy back onto me. I could tell Denny was enjoying the same action. Looking over Chastity's shoulder, I could see his cock slide into and out of her mouth each time I rocked her in her swinging bonds. I had never experienced anything like this. It was heavenly. 

For almost ten minutes, I kept up the motion. Chastity's pussy got wetter and wetter, and each time she swung back against me, I could hear her wet cunt smack against my balls. I was getting closer and closer to cumming. I knew I wouldn't be able to wait much longer. 

By now, all the men had come by to witness me fucking my own stepdaughter. Clearly they were excited by the situation, and I know they wished they were in my place. In the back of my mind, I realized I should feel sorry for Lisa. As each man walked away from watching me screwing Chastity, they headed straight for Lisa. I knew she was going to be fucked more times tonight than she probably had been in her entire life. 

As my excitement grew, I cared less and less myself whose body I was enjoying. In fact, I found I was beginning to like the idea. I had wanted this for years, but had never let myself hope it might actually happen. Now, she was mine, and it couldn't possibly feel any better. 

I began to swing her helpless body faster and harder against me. I could hear her moaning around Denny's cock and the sound drove my lust even higher. I knew the head of my cock had to be enormous by now. It felt like the grip of her pussy wouldn't have let me out even if I had wanted to back away. 




No Going Back Ch. 25



Deep inside my balls, I felt the explosion begin to build. I knew it was going to be cataclysmic, and I tried as hard as I could to delay the inevitable. Just as I realized I had reached the point of no return, I felt a hand on my shoulder. Expecting it as a sign of encouragement, I looked around with a huge smile on my face. 

"Look who we found wandering the halls trying to get in," the man's voice said. I looked behind him. There, framed in the doorway, her face the color of death itself, the woman stared at me, looking deeply into my eyes. 

Katie took one great breath and stumbled two steps toward me before someone caught her. Shocked into dizziness myself, I stepped clumsily back, my long wet cock popping out of her daughter's pussy. It was too late to stop it. In front of me, the cum began streaming out of the end of my dick, coating Chastity's ass in a torrent of sticky ooze. 

My knees felt like they were going to buckle as I watched Katie's eyes focus on Chastity's helpless body. I turned to face her, and Katie's eyes locked onto my own. I could tell the pain she felt reached deep into the core of her being. She took one more gasping breath, then her eyes rolled up into her head, and she collapsed heavily onto the floor. 

"Boy, are you screwed," Denny laughed behind me. If I had had the strength, I would have killed him. As it was, I simply fell to my knees and wished he would kill me, himself. 

They carried Katie out of the room in one direction and led me in another. As I left the room, I was at least thankful to see they were already unbinding the two girls. I guess the entire Cult was a bit unnerved by what had happened. I ended up in a small room with no windows where I was allowed to get dressed and sit in a chair. I noticed that the chair was designed to restrain the person in it, and I knew I had reason to worry. 

Finally, Denny, another man I knew to be high up in the Cult hierarchy, and two big, strong men entered the room and looked at me in disgust. 

"Damn, you've really made some trouble now," Denny grumbled. "This is not the kind of thing that a little bit of drugs is going to make her forget. This is really going to be hard to handle." 

"It's over," I said dejectedly. "I'll take both of them home, accept their hate just like I deserve, and leave town. I'll be out of your way for good." 

"Fat chance, you idiot," Denny replied scornfully. "There's no way we can let them go, knowing what they know. Sure, we could fry their brains with enough drugs to make them forget, but they'd never be able to function normally after that. It would be too noticeable. They've got to be neutralized." 

My blood ran cold at his words. "What do you mean . . . neutralized," I asked. "There's no way you can get away with harming them. I won't let you get away with that!" From the looks the men exchanged, I knew I'd said more than I should have. 

"So you're not willing to let this all go away without interference?" Denny inquired. "We can make them disappear, you know. We can even protect you. There will be sufficient alibies. You'll never get stuck with this." 

The horror of what he was saying was beyond belief, and I didn't begin to believe they were going to let me go. "You can't mean what you're saying," I begged. "You can not do this." 

"That's what I thought you'd say," Denny said sorrowfully. "We're gonna miss you. You provided some really good entertainment." He nodded to the men and they grabbed my arms, tying me me tightly into the chair. He knocked on the door and a familiar man came in with a familiar black bag. I began to struggle against my bonds. 

"Come on, now," Denny laughed quietly. "We're not going to kill you. But we do need to get you out of here. You're too much danger to us. We have a solution that keeps our hands clean, at least based on our standards," he said with a wry smile. 

"We're gonna wrap all four of you up and send you off to a little camp in the woods. It'll be like a vacation. Yeah, that's what it'll be. You'll meet a lot of other nice campers who will be very pleased to meet you. It's not normally thought of as a 'family' campground, but I imagine the arrival of a mom, dad, daughter and friend will inspire lots of family activities. Like they say, the family that plays together, stays together. You guys are going to stay together for a good while, at least as long as you behave." 

I saw the needle being loaded and turned quickly to ask a question. "I'll see you there, I hope. I won't rest until I see you again." 

"No, I don't expect to see you again, I'm sorry to say," he replied. "This isn't our campground you're going to visit. In fact, once we turn you over, none of us even knows where it is. You'll be out of our hands for good. I'm afraid this really is goodbye." 

I felt the needle prick my arm, and quickly my head began to feel the effects. "Enjoy yourself," I heard Denny say though the growing haziness. "I almost envy you," he laughed. "Three gorgeous women and you the only man. You'll have a harem you can watch in some of the greatest performances imaginable. Maybe if you're good, your new friends will even let you participate sometimes. You still owe Chastity the completion of what was so rudely interrupted." 

My vision was so blurred, I couldn't even see him anymore, but I heard him open the door. "Let me think," were the last words I heard him say. "Mother or daughter? Maybe both at the same time. Too bad he can't watch. This is going to be fantastic." 

My head fell forward on my chest. Maybe I'll be lucky, I thought. Maybe I'll never wake up again. Everything went black and silent.



No Going Back Ch. 26



To my despair, I did wake up. What I found didn't make me feel any better. I was lying on the floor in the back of a large truck that seemed to be traveling at a rapid pace, probably on an Interstate highway. The floor of the truck and the walls up to about three feet were thickly padded. It appeared that allowed unconscious people to be left untied in the back with little danger. 

There wasn't much light, but on the floor I could see Katie, Chastity and Lisa. They were still passed out, which I considered at least a small blessing. We were all dressed in the clothes we had been wearing. In the girls' case, that wasn't much. 

I was certain the door to the back of the truck was securely locked. At the front, there was a small window, about 3 inches by five inches. There was also a door to the cab of the truck with no handle on my side. I could hear voices and soon determined there must be three men in the front. 

I had been awake for about ten minutes when a beam of light came through the little window and searched until it found my face. The light played over the bodies of the three unconscious women, then flicked out. I heard a rattle on the other side of the door, and then it opened. In the dim light, I saw two large men step through and close the door behind them. 

They were both black and clearly too big and strong for any idea of a struggle. In addition, one was holding a gun that settled the matter completely. They sat down on a bench seat that ran along the front wall and watched me for a moment. There was nothing I could think of to say. 

"You're gonna be in this truck for a long time," the man on the left began. "If you have any hope of food or water, you listen good. This can be a relatively painless trip, or we can make you sorry. Your choice." 

"We got orders to deliver the women alive, and we're supposed to go easy on them, not rough them up too much. Nobody said anything about you, though. You cause any trouble, you fuck with us in any way, you don't make it to the end. You got that?" 

I nodded. "Good, then let's us have a little party. We don't get paid enough for this delivery, so we gotta get a few extras. Any objections? No, I didn't think so." 

The other man got up and walked over to the women. He watched me to make sure I wasn't about to try anything. Just to make sure, as he passed me, he swung his foot, catching me on the side of the head. I fell against the side of the truck, stars flashing in my vision. 

As my head cleared, I saw him bend over the women. He felt them up pretty thoroughly, judging the size of their breasts, checking to see what underwear they had on. Finally he looked at me. 

"Grab the old one and drag her over here," he said. "Lean against the side of the truck, sit her in front of you. Let her lean back against you and open her dress. I wanna see her tits." 

I didn't want to touch Katie, not remembering what she must think of me now, but at least she was still uncounscious. I moved her into position and unbuttoned her clothes. She wasn't wearing a bra, and I was pretty sure she hadn't left the house that night without one. I didn't want to think about what had happened to it since then. 

"Touch her tits," the man in the front ordered. "Pull on those big nipples. I bet you can get 'em hard, even though she's passed out. God, those are nice. Go on. They look really good." 

He was unzipping his jeans and pulling them off. His cock was fat and long, and it began to stiffen as he watched me fondling my wife's breasts. He stroked it in one hand, playing with his balls using the other hand. 

The other man was dragging Lisa closer to the front of the truck. He started taking off her clothes almost carefully. I guess they had instructions about that, too. Once she was naked, he laid her on her back in front of the two men and spread her legs wide apart. I knew it was an incredible sight for them. 

Within a few minutes, both of their cocks were standing up from their groins. The looks on their faces were serious and frightening. 

"Drag her over here, too," one of them said. "Lay her out for us to look at." 

I stripped my unconscious, helpless wife and placed her next to Lisa, legs spread for our two black captors to ogle. I knelt there beside her, unsure what to do next. 

"Get over here," one of them demanded. "Hurry up, my cock's already about to explode." 

Sickened, I moved on my hands and knees over to the two men. "You got five minutes to make me cum," he growled. "I don't care how you do it, but if you don't, you'll regret it. Get busy." 

I quickly knelt between his legs, spit wetly into my hand, and began to coat his cock with the slippery liquid. As I coated his cock, I continued to drool as much as possible, getting him as wet as I could. Soon his long. black dick was glistening between my fingers. I stroked him as erotically as I could, sliding my fingers tightly around the head. 

He got harder and hotter and was breathing heavily. I thought he was going to cum quickly, but he just leaned back, enjoying what I was doing. I could tell my time was running out. "You in deep trouble, man," he muttered, and I knew I had to take action.  

I bent down to his cock, leaned below it and took his heavy balls into my mouth. I tongued his balls gently, sucking them in and out. "Fuck, man," I heard him groan. I rolled my wet fingers around and around the head of his cock, licked his balls inside my mouth, and heard him begin to groan deep in his throat. 

"God damn!" he yelled. His hips thrust at my hand and I felt his cock spasm between my fingers. Suddenly, I could feel him start to cum, long spurts flowing through his hot cock. I withdrew my mouth from his balls so I could see while my hand continued to move quickly up and down his shaft. 

The streams of cum shot out across the space between him and Katie. As if I had aimed the explosion with purpose, his cum landed with soft splats on her naked thighs. I stroked his cock until his orgasm was done. 

"Fucking A," he grunted. "You just saved yourself a beating. Maybe you are worth keeping around. Hey, Rodney, let's see what else he can do." 

By now, Rodney had stripped all the way, and his own cock was long and hard. As I shifted my position over toward him, he grabbed me by the hair and pulled me between his legs. He held my face near his cock and growled at me. "That was pretty hot, but I ain't cummin' from no handjob. You gotta do better than that." 

I felt sick, and I wondered if there was any way to get out of what he was expecting when I felt the truck slow, then turn off the fast highway. Rodney let go of my hair and moved to look through the little window in the front of the truck. "Shit, man," Rodney said. "Boss is getting off the road. We're in the middle of nowhere, far as I can see. I bet he knows what's goin' on back here and wants his share. Damn, and I was just gettin' started." 

The truck turned again and began bumping over what had to be a dirt road. Finally it made one last turn and rolled heavily on for maybe fifty feet, branches or trees brushing the side of the truck. The engine was turned off and I heard the third man get out and walk to the back of the truck. The back door was unlocked and it rolled noisily up, revealing the "Boss." 

He stood there looking at us for a moment, then with a nod, Rodney and the other guy scrambled out of the truck to stand beside him. They grabbed their clothes like they were going to get dressed and Boss laughed, "What the fuck you doing? The party's just startin'. Get them out of there." 

Rodney pulled one of the padded blankets out of the truck and laid it on the ground at the back of the truck. The other man climbed in, took Lisa and Chastity by one arm each, and dragged them to the edge. He glared at me, nodding his head in Katie's direction and I pulled her over next to the girls. 

"You! Get your ass down here," he growled. I stepped down and walked over to him. 

"He's pretty good, Boss, get him to do you while we take care of the women." My stomach turned over inside as I saw Boss look at me with a hard stare. 

Boss took me by the hair and kicked my feet out from under me. I ended up on my butt on the ground, but he quickly pulled me by my hair to kneel in front of him. "Pull my pants off," he demanded. "You guys get the women ready." 

I tried to watch what was happening, but Boss slapped me on the side of the face when I tried to turn my head. I undid his belt, unzipped the pants and pulled them down. He wasn't wearing any underwear and the smell from his crotch hit my nose before his pants were past his knees. By the time I had his work boots untied, pulled off and had his pants past his feet, I heard Rodney call out, "There, they're ready, Boss. Damn fine looking bitches, aren't they?" 

In spite of the risk, I turned to look. The women had been lined up side by side across the back of the truck. They had been placed in a sitting position, their shoulders leaning back against the tailgate. Their arms were pulled straight out from their sides at shoulder level and their hands were tied to the ends of the tailgate. With their arms overlapping, it looked like they were the best of friends, sitting beside each other sharing the most innocent of confidences. The thought made me wince, especially considering that at this moment they were unconscious, naked and about to be horribly abused. 

"We really ought to wake them up," Rodney said with the most disgusting of leers. Boss reached down to a cooler he had brought with him from the front of the truck, pulled out three beers, and threw two of them to the other men. He drank half of his in one swallow, then turned suddenly and flung the remainder of the contents of the bottle in the faces of the three women. The other men laughed, then did the same. 

I prayed that the women would still be too drugged to regain consciousness, but I saw them stir. Their eyes were not focusing well, but they were definitely waking up. The beer had run down on their chests, and their breasts shown stickily in the moonlight. In another situation, back home, with the Cult, looking at other women, I realized I would have been filled with rutting lust to see such a sight. I looked up at Boss and saw the worst sight possible . . . I saw myself. 

"What the fuck you lookin' at?" he roared, grabbing my hair again and dragging me toward the women. "C'mon," he said to the others. "Let's do this." He ended up standing in front of Katie, who was tied between Chastity and Lisa. I was on the ground between the two of them. Rodney and the other man moved to stand in front of each of the girls. "We can't fuck 'em," he reminded them, "but I think we can have some fun anyway."



No Going Back Ch. 27



He looked down at me. "I'm gonna cum on this bitch," he said "And you're gonna help. Get me ready." I looked at him helplessly. He made a fist that looked as big as my own head, and I quickly reached for his long, black cock. Behind me, I heard a heavy breath, and I turned in time to see Katie, her eyes trying to focus on what she saw. Boss laughed, then pulled me closer to Katie. He turned both of us sideways to her and dragged my head as close to her face as possible. There was no way she could help but see exactly what was happening. 

"Do it!" he insisted, and he jammed his growing cock against my face. Without any alternative, I began to lick his shaft, coating him with hot, wet saliva. My hand gathered the moisture, and as I licked him, I rubbed it on his large cockhead, rolling the end over and over between my fingers. He tasted horrible, like old sweat more than a couple days old. 

In only a moment, his cock was hard and massive, easily more than eight inches long. I could wrap my entire hand around it behind the cockhead and still have plenty of room to place my face against the base of his shaft. I was stroking him intensely, hoping to end it as quickly as possible. I heard Katie take another gasping breath, and I heard her whimper, "Roger?" 

That was all Boss needed. He grabbed my hair, pulled my face to his balls, and from the corner of my vision, I saw him take his cock and push it toward Katie's mouth. His glistening cockhead parted her lips and slid into her mouth. It was too large to go in further, so he took his cock in one hand, jammed my face harder against him and growled, "Lick me!" 

I wan't sure if he was talking to me, to Katie, or to both, but I couldn't see anything now but his crotch. Barely able to breathe, I licked and sucked his balls wetly. My head bounced as he jerked himself with his hand and thrust his hips toward Katie. It only took about thirty seconds before I heard him growl deep in his throat. He pulled my head away, and I had time to see him lean back, his cockhead popping wetly out of Katie's tight mouth. 

He gave one more squeeze on his long cock and it began to shoot huge gobs of cum from the end. With his hand, he aimed it at Katie's face, and with four great spurts, he completely covered her from chin to forehead. The steaming liquid ran in rivers off her face and onto her breasts. As he held my head to watch, he ran his big hand over her face, smearing a large quantity of cum onto his hand. He reached down and ran his hand over and around her breasts, coating them completely. 

Finally, he threw me down on the ground in front of Katie, stepped back, and sighed a great , satisfied sigh. "That was fine," he said. "You got two more to go. Get busy." With that he turned, grabbed a beer from the cooler, and walked off. 

I looked over at Rodney, and he already had Lisa's hair in his hand, pulling her head back. She was barely conscious, but he was stuffing the end of his cock into her mouth. The other man was preparing to do the same to Chastity. Afraid that he might choke her to death, I crawled over to him. 

Out of the corner of my eyes, I could see Katie's face follow me as I moved. She was aware of what was happening. Maybe this will begin to show her how sorry I am, I thought. With that I reached out, took the man's cock into my hand, and slid it into my own mouth. Cum in this, I thought, and after a few minutes, he did. 

I felt myself being shoved away from his crotch and onto the ground. From there I saw him stand up, stretch, grab a beer and head toward the front of the truck. I looked over at Rodney and saw that he was still working on Lisa. He had his cock stuck deep in her mouth, but I could tell he wasn't happy. Lisa still wasn't fully conscious, and Rodney was having trouble getting a tight enough fit on his long dick to make him cum. 

His frustration finally exploded. "Shit, you motherfucker, suck my dick." Lisa still didn't respond as he wanted, so he slapped her across the face and she fell onto her side. He turned, looked at me, and stepped across the space between us. "Well, looks like I get you after all," he said with a leer, "But not alone. Why don't we make this a family affair." 

Moving quickly, he untied Chastity and Katie and then grabbed them by the hair and dragged them over to me. The three of us knelt together on the ground. Rodney laid the blanket on the ground between us and lay down on his back. "OK, get busy," he said. "All of you suck me together. Now!!" 

We were positioned with Chastity and me at his hips and Katie between his legs. Katie and I looked at each other, and for a brief moment, I saw in her eyes a fire I didn't expect. Where I thought to see hopelessness, I saw anger. We held our glance long enough to acknowledge the recognition, then she took Rodney's cock in her hands, leaned down and began to lick his balls. 

Rodney's hand flew out, catching me next to the ear, and I quickly leaned down, my face close to Katie's. I stuck out my tongue and ran it from the spot Katie was licking up to his swollen cockhead. I heard another slap and almost immediately Chastity's face bumped into mine. I moved to take Rodney's cockhead into my mouth, and to my surprise, I felt Chastity use her forehead to push me away. 

I hesitated for a second and our eyes met. I saw in her eyes a look similar to that I'd gotten from her mother. I realized she was quite aware of what I had done for her only a few minutes earlier. Then, she closed her eyes, opened her mouth and let Rodney's wet, black cock slide tightly between her lips. 

It only took a second to record the scene in my mind. Within six inches of my face, I could see my wife's face sucking the balls of a man whose cockhead was buried deep in my daughter's mouth. The fury rose inside me, and I realized we all knew what had to happen. I leaned closer and began to lick the black shaft in time with Chastity's sucking. It took only a minute before Rodney was obviously close to cumming. 

I leaned close to Katie's ear and whispered, "When he cums." All she replied was, "Yes." 

I looked up quickly and verified that the other two men were not in sight. Rodney began to groan deep in his throat. Chastity and Katie were working on him with all their energy, and I placed my fingers at the base of Rodney's cock and waited. Then, I saw Katie pull the man's balls into her mouth, and under my fingers, I felt the spasms begin in his cock. As I leaned back, I could tell when the first huge spurt flung itself into Chastity's mouth. 

Rodney's eyes were tightly closed as he revelled in the flow of semen streaming through his cock. Without moving her head, Katie looked at me. I nodded once, twice, I raised my fist, and on three, we moved simultaneously. I saw Katie take Rodney's balls between her teeth, and as my fist crashed down onto his throat, she bit cleanly through the middle of both testicles. 

I think the combination of the orgasm, the pain, and the crushed airway was so intense that Rodney probably never knew what happened. I imagine his heart just stopped dead. Amazingly, there was virtually no sound, although I covered his face with my body just to be sure. We waited less than three seconds, and when he didn't move, we rolled away from him. 

Katie spit the blood from her mouth. Chastity spit out what was in hers. I spit on the dead body in front of me and reached inside the truck for the tire iron. We still had two others to deal with. 

Obviously, there was no time to think about what we had done. A quick peek around the edge of the truck determined that Boss and the other man were standing near the front. Trusting more to luck than to planning, Chastity smeared a good quantity of Rodney's blood on her back, buttocks and thighs, got down on her hands and knees, and then crawled out from behind the tuck. She headed away from the rear of the truck, screaming as if she had just been slashed with a knife. 

I stood just behind the edge of the truck, the tire iron ready to swing like a baseball bat. I heard the two men come running toward Chastity, and as the first drew even with me, I swung with all my might, right at face level. The tire iron caught Boss just above the bridge of his nose. The force drove it halfway through his head and his momentum ripped it completely out of my hands. His feet flew out from under him, he landed flat on his back, and I'm sure he was dead before he hit the ground. 

It only took a second for the other man to stop, turn and raise his gun. I found myself standing empty handed, naked and helpless. He raised his gun, pointed it at my head and smiled the most evil smile I had ever seen. Then, his smile dissolved in an explosion of blood, followed by a roar that originated from behind the truck. 

For a moment no one moved, as the third dead body crumpled to the ground. Then, Lisa stumbled into sight, a large caliber gun held loosely in her fingers. She had found Rodney's gun and used it just in the nick of time. She dropped it on the ground and collapsed, weeping, into Chastity's arms. 

Katie turned and look at me, the expression on her face impossible to read. "Let's get out of here," was all she said. We dragged the three naked, dead bodies into the woods next to the side of the dirt road and covered them as quickly as possible with dirt and leaves. I was sure no one would find them at least until the field nearby was planted in the spring. We scattered dirt over the blood stains on the ground and hoped that the next heavy rain would obliterate any remaining evidence. Katie helped Chastity and Lisa into the back of the truck, and then joined me in the front. The keys were in the ignition, the engine started quickly, and in less than a minute, we were back on the paved road. 

We drove without talking for approximately five minutes, then I turned off the road onto a dirt driveway leading up to an old, deserted farmhouse. I pulled the truck around behind the house, out of sight of the road, and turned off the engine. The quiet descended around us. 

"I'm going to check on the girls," Katie said. "You stay here until I come back. I mean it, just stay away from them for now. Concentrate on what we do next, and you better think of something good." 

I knew she was right. We were incredibly lucky to be alive, but we had a long way to go to get out of this horror. Still, I had to come up with some ideas. 

As I reviewed our situation, I had no regrets that the three men were dead. I felt we had been justified in what we had done. The problem was that we now had to return home and decide what to do about Denny and the Cult. We were the greatest imaginable danger to them, and once they knew we were free, they'd be out to eliminate us as quickly as possible. 

I had no idea how soon we were supposed to have been "delivered," or how quickly the men were going to be missed. Just as I thought about that issue, I heard a cell phone start ringing on the floor next to the driver's seat. That probably answered my question. So much for the chance to get some rest here. 

I knocked on the door to the back of the truck, turned on the ignition, and pulled back onto the road. I decided I'd use the cash I'd found in Boss' wallet next to the cell phone to get a hotel room close to home. I'd sneak back to the house, get more clothes and credit cards, then hole up in the hotel until we could figure things out. It was the best plan I could come up with at the time. 

In the end, the solution was much easier than I had expected. I knew so many details about the Cult's actions that I had no trouble putting together a complete dossier. I put a copy in my safe deposit box and left a copy with my lawyer. I then took a sample of the evidence with me and went to see one of the older men who had founded the Cult. I made it clear my documentation was complete and included names of all important Cult members, as well as information about most of the victims over the time I had participated. In short order, he agreed to do whatever I asked in exchange for my silence. 

My demands were simple. I told him the Cult was finished. No more abuse of innocent people. I could have asked for a large sum of money, but I wanted no further connections with or obligations to the Cult. I did, however, suggest one final service they could perform. I told them I never wanted to see Denny again, and if I did, all my promises were void. He could see in my eyes what I meaned by "never," and he promised no one would ever see Denny again. 

Actually, I modified my demands so I could see Denny one more time. The Cult arranged one final, special party for Denny's benefit. I didn't attend in person, but on videotape, I took great pleasure in watching the pain and confusion in his eyes as he realized his fate. They never told him exactly why he was doomed, but after 20 or 30 rather vicious men had enjoyed him for a few hours, he was in no shape to think about anything other than his ravaged body. At least, I thought, as they carried him unconcious from the room, he didn't have to suffer very long. He probably never even woke up. 

I wish Katie had been as easy to solve. In spite of what I had accomplished after the night she had showed up at the Club, she was well aware of all I had done before. She was adamant that Chastity not have to see me for a long, long time, so I moved out of the house and only stayed in touch by telephone. She didn't even tell me before she had located a new place to live in another city and taken Chastity away with her. Neither of them wanted to live in a place where every man on the street might be someone they had "met" previously without knowing it. 

I eventually moved back into the house, but it felt as lonely as a deserted island. I wrote Katie a long, long letter, telling her how everything had happened. I had no expectation of forgiveness, but I wanted her to understand. She didn't answer my letter.



No Going Back Ch. 28



I hate him! I hate what he did to me, and to my daughter. I don't care how he became what he is, what led him step by step to do things he never would have imagined, I still hate him. But, I still miss him. 

Roger has been gone for two months now. I know, I told him to leave, to get out and never come back. Chas didn't ever want to see him again, and I didn't blame her. I know he took care of the worst of the problems, I don't think the Cult will ever bother any of us again, but the things that happened will never go away. I still lie in bed at night and think about the horrible things that I experienced. 

I can't put out of my mind the disgust and humiliation that I suffered. The images haunt me in my dreams. And worst of all, worse than the anger I feel at Roger, is the reaction my body has to some of the memories. No matter how hard I try to feel only the anger, the memories have other effects, ones that make me wonder who I am, and what I've become. 

When the memories overwhelm me, when they pull me back into those horrible experiences, over all my objections, I find my body responding. In my mind, I see the bodies. I see the men . . . so many men. I see them all around me. I close my eyes and feel their hands. I feel them touching me, spreading me, opening me . . . and then I feel . . . 

The wetness between my legs eventually drips onto the sheets. Whether I touch myself, or not . . . . whether I reach the point that I can't deny the inevitable, or only lie there shaking . . . I finally have to sleep on Roger's side of the bed, to avoid the wet spot. And that, somehow, reminds me of him even more, and makes me feel even worse. 

I hate him. I hate myself. I hate . . . what I can't forget. 

After weeks of the memories, weeks of the frustration, it became almost impossible to sleep. I began riding around in the car at night, listening to the radio, trying to think of something . . . anything . . . else. It was only a matter of time before I ended up . . . back there. 

I knew where the adult bookstore was. At first, I only pulled into the parking lot. I sat there, watching the men go in and come out. My stomach would churn as I watched them, wondering, "Was he one of . . . those men? Had he . . . been there, on the other side of the wall? That night . . . had he actually been . . . inside me?" 

Once in a while, a man would notice me, and look at me, with wide, hot, curious eyes. I would start the engine, back out, and drive away, my heart pounding in my chest. I would swear not to come back, but I knew it was a futile promise. 

The night I actually went in the store, I thought I was going to faint. I stood in front of the book racks, pretending to look at the titles. I could tell that men were watching me, and that made it even more difficult to breathe. After about five minutes, a man walked down the aisle and stood a few feet from me, looking at a magazine on the shelf. When I sensed him turn slightly toward me, as if he were going to say something, I almost ran from the store. It was a miracle I didn't have an accident in the car on the way home. 

It was only a few nights before I was back in the store. I couldn't stop myself. I dreaded the possibility that someone might actually approach me, but the intensity of that fear was so intoxicating, I felt drugged with the anticipation. 

It was after the fourth time I'd entered the store, when I left the parking lot, a car pulled out behind me. I watched the car in the rearview mirror until I was halfway home. It was still there, and I was getting uncomfortable, so I made a turn in a different direction, away from home. The car continued straight, and I breathed a sigh of relief. 

As I crawled into bed, I knew I was going to have trouble sleeping, again. Now, in my imagination, I could see the car following me. I could almost see the man behind the wheel. I could almost feel his thoughts, sense his memories of the night he entered me, his cock straining through the hole in the wall. As my hand slid between my legs, finding the wetness that I knew waited, I imagined his hand, unzipping his pants as he drove. 

I could see it so clearly, his cock being pulled into view below the steering wheel. I felt his hips begin to tense as he wrapped his fingers around himself, began to stroke himself, letting his own memories return to that night. I felt his eyes, focused on the back of my head through the windshield. I imagined the hardness of his cock in his hand, the heat of it as he pulled and squeezed and kneaded his engorged cockhead. 

Under my own hand, liquid squished noisily as I drove myself to higher and higher levels of excitement. The sound spurred me on, stunned at the quantity of female juice dripping between my legs. In only a few minutes, I reached the top. Three fingers of my other hand drove themselves inside me, and I fingered my clit until my body and my mind exploded. 

In my vision, the long, thick, purple-headed cock exploded in his hand. The cum shot up, past the steering wheel, past the dashboard, onto the window, running down in rivulets. I could almost taste it, my tongue lapping across the window like some rough-surfaced, wet, pink windshield wiper. 

I pulled my fingers from my sopping pussy, rolled on my side, and stuck my fingers deep in my mouth. The taste was sweet, and I sucked and licked my fingers, wishing the mouth sucking them was not my own. 

The physical release had been so powerful, I knew I'd soon finally be able to sleep. That realization brought little joy, and as I slipped into exhausted unconsciousness, the last sensation I felt was the heavy wetness of the tears on my pillow. 

In spite of how much I hurt emotionally, the uncontrollable desire for physical release was overpowering. I spent most of my day thinking about the men in the bookstore. I thought about how they looked at me as I stood in front of the shelves. 

Most of them wandered the aisles as if they were actually searching for a specific book. They would try to find a spot where they could pretend to be looking at merchandise when they were really just finding a place to stare at me. I could feel them looking at me. 

It never took long before my breasts actually began to tingle. I would feel my nipples getting hard, just from knowing that's exactly what they were trying to see. I wore thin, tight blouses or sweaters, and after several visits, I stopped wearing a bra. Even I was shocked to see how prominent and visible my hard nipples were as I stood there, in public, letting the men get a good look. 

It never failed to excite me when a man finally turned and headed toward the booths in the back of the store. Often he stopped just before going through the doorway and looked back at me. I knew he was trying to get me to follow him, but I couldn't, I just couldn't. I wanted to so very badly, but I was so scared, sometimes I almost peed in my panties when some man looked at me and I accidentally made obvious eye contact. 

One night, my knees were so weak when I walked out of the store, I was afraid to get in the car and drive. I thought it would be safer to go across the street to a little motel and get a room for the night. The place was pretty dingy, but for less than $30 and an extra $10 to the man at the counter, I got a reasonably clean, second floor room with two double beds that actually looked out on the adult bookstore across the street. 

I was thrilled. I had no idea how exciting it would be to stand at the window, all the lights out so no one could see me, and watch the men come and go in the store. Within ten minutes of my discovery, I was standing there in front of the window, all my clothes off, imagining all the men were entering the building because I was in one of the booths in the back. 

I know I had five huge orgasms in the first hour I stood at the window. Finally, my knees truly did give out and I collapsed into bed, completely exhausted. I slept better than I had in weeks. I knew I had found my very own Disneyland. - - - - - I repeated the motel visit several times, even staying on a weeknight and getting up early in the morning to go home before work. It was my fourth night that I met Charles. He came into the store dressed in a coat and tie, and he looked really nice. He acted so self-assured, so relaxed and confident, I wasn't even very scared when he spoke to me as I stood there looking at the "toy" selection. 

"Picking out a present for your husband?" he asked, seeing my wedding rings. 

"Yes," I answered meekly. "It's his birthday next week," I lied. I certainly didn't want to say anything about Roger not living with me any more. 

"My ex-wife always told me this was her favorite substitute when I wasn't around," Charles laughed. The flesh colored dildo he handed me was long and thick, maybe eight or even nine inches in length. Before I could stop myself, my eyes dropped to his crotch, and when he noticed my gaze and smiled, I must have blushed a bright scarlet. 

"Well, she did say it made her think of me," he laughed, "but then, you'd have to decide that for yourself, wouldn't you?" 

That was more than I could deal with. There I stood, my fingers wrapped around a plastic cock that now supposedly represented a real one less than three feet away. An image of myself dropping to my knees, opening his pants, and making a direct comparison rushed into my mind. My heart began to pound in my chest. 

"Oh, I'm sorry. I really have to go," I gasped. "I don't feel very . . ." I stumbled as I turned to go. 

"Here, let me help you," he said. Taking my arm, he led me out of the store. He began to lead me to the parking lot next to the building. Realizing my car was across the street at the motel, I tried to think of what to do. 

"Uhhh, I think I need to sit down before I try to drive. Can we go across the street to the coffee shop? Just for a minute?" 

We sat in a booth in a little shop next to the motel. It was already after 11:00 pm and we were the only ones there. Charles ordered us coffee and before I could object, he sweetened the cups quite thoroughly from a flask he pulled from his coat. His action made me a bit nervous, but as the warmth the alcohol inspired flowed through me, it did feel nice. We talked a while, mostly about his ex-wife and about Roger, who I said was away on a business trip. 

Under the table, he kept moving his feet so it was difficult to avoid touching his leg with mine. Every time I did, I felt a spark in my stomach. I was having great trouble not thinking about the large dildo I'd had in my hands so recently. I kept imagining sitting here across from him while under the table, one hand slid the dildo in and out of my wet pussy. As I got more excited, I got even more scared. When he finally suggested we go somewhere else for a real drink, I made a firm excuse about work tomorrow, thanked him and urged him to go. 

He appeared surprised that I meant it, but we stood up and began to move toward the door. As he moved to open the door for me I turned and told him, "Thank you again, Charles, but I think I'll visit the ladies room before I go. You go on. Maybe I'll see you again sometime." I turned quickly and walked to the back of the restaurant. 

I stayed in the bathroom for ten minutes, hoping that he would be gone when I came out. As I left to cross the parking lot to the motel, he was nowhere in sight, and I have to admit, I felt a bit of disappointment. I stopped at the car, opened the trunk and took out the unopened bottle of expensive scotch I had brought with me. "Maybe just a little to top off the evening," I told myself. "It couldn't hurt." 

I climbed the outside steps to the second floor and walked toward my room, looking out over the parking lot. When I was two rooms away from mine, I saw a car pull into the lot. The man driving looked like it might be Charles. Looking back over my shoulder, I hurried toward my room. As I passed the last door before mine, a man stepped out from his room directly into my path. I never saw him, and as I crashed into him, the bottle slipped from my hand and shattered on the concrete walkway. 

"Shit, lady!" the man cried. "Watch where you're going." 

Totally confused, I muttered some sort of apology, looking forlornly at the remains of the bottle that had cost even more than my motel room. As the tears started to flow, I glanced quickly back at the parking lot and saw Charles getting out of his car. I couldn't tell if he had seen me, and I hurried down to my room, unlocked the door and slammed it behind me. 

I lay face down on the bed, miserable and afraid that Charles had seen me. "What will I do if he comes up here?" I agonized, a part of me hoping he would. I heard steps approaching my door and my heart leapt. Then, three sharp knocks. "Oh God," I thought, but I stood up and moved toward the door. 

I hesitated for a second, then decided I had no choice. If he'd seen me, I had to open the door. I knew it was a poor excuse, but . . . my hand reached out and turned the doorknob. 

"Hey, lady, I'm sorry you broke your bottle. And I'm sorry I yelled at you. You OK?" 

The man from the next room stood in the doorway. He was young, maybe 25. He looked kind of rough, and I immediately hoped Charles was on his way up the steps to my room. 

I must have looked completely helpless to the man. My face was wet with tears and my clothes were wrinkled from falling on the bed in despair when I ran into the room. My sweater was bunched up under my breasts revealing several inches of bare stomach. I tried quickly to pull it back down to my waist, and too late, I realized the tension of pulling on the sweater only served to tighten it around my breasts. I saw his eyes lock on my chest and a cold nervousness rose in my throat. 

I decided to take a step toward the man to try to suggest that he leave, but before I could move, he stepped inside and closed the door behind him. "Here," he said. "I brought a replacement. This ought to help you out." He held out a bottle of brown liquid that I could only tell was some sort of whisky of a brand I'd never seen. Again I thought to move, but from his pocket he pulled out a knife, flicked it open, and began to cut open the seal on the bottle. 

The knife blade glittered in the light from the ceiling fixture. "Oh, no, thank you," I tried to say. "I don't need anything to drink. I'm ready for bed now and I . . ." I didn't like the look on his face as I started that sentence. "Please, I don't feel very good. I need to go in the bathroom. Please leave, won't you?" 

"Don't worry," he said. "You go ahead. I'll just pour us one quick one so you can get to sleep more easily." He moved further into the room, ending up next to the phone on the bedtable, still between me and the door. Not knowing what else to do, I almost ran into the bathroom and locked the door. 

Almost immediately I heard a door in the room being unlocked, and then I heard other voices outside the bathroom in my room. "Hey lady," the man called. "Come on out. We got a party goin' on out here." 

"Go away!" I cried through the door. "Get out of my room!" 

Suddenly, I heard a clicking in the center of the doorknob and to my horror, the door opened inwards toward me. He stepped inside, the knife still prominent in his hand. He'd used it to open the door from the outside. 

"Now look lady," he drawled with an menacing smile. "I'm just trying to be neighborly. I want to make up to you for breaking your bottle. Come on out and meet my friends." 

I stood there in shock, my mouth hanging open. 

"What's the matter," he said, his eyes narrowing. "You so damn anxious to get back across the street to those fuck and suck booths that you can't share a drink with me? I've seen you over there almost every night. You think you're too good to drink with me? What'll it be, you bitch? All I'm asking is one little drink. That too much for you to stand?" 

The knife was all too handy, and his mood showed no patience. "Uhhh, OK, I'm sorry," I whimpered. "I didn't mean to insult you. Just one quick drink, though. I really need to check out and go." 

"Yeah, right," he laughed, but he let me squeeze past him out of the bathroom. 

Five pairs of eyes met mine as I entered the bedroom. Two other men and three women looked at me with attitudes ranging from curiosity to suspicion to dislike to . . . anything but friendliness. Next to the far bed was an explanation for their appearance. The door to the adjoining room had been opened by my "visitor" and they had simply moved in from next door. 

"Heyyyy, welcome," slurred one of the men. "Come on out here and get acquainted." 

"You watch yourself," whispered the man exiting the bathroom behind me. "My friends are pretty much OK, but they've been into some shit already this evening. Sometimes it makes them a little weird, especially Ricky. Don't get him mad, and this'll be fun."



No Going Back Ch. 29



I didn't know whether I'd ever see Katie again. I found a place by myself in another city and tried to begin a new life. I was miserable, yet I felt somehow that there was still hope. I knew that Katie and I had shared something neither of us had ever known before. Maybe, if I was patient, she would someday give me another chance. I knew, though, that would take some time. 

That's why I ended up meeting Vibelady (I'll call her Jenn). I missed Katie so much, yet I knew better than to go out looking for someone else. I had to keep myself "clean," in the hope that I'd get another chance. I figured then that anything I did "on my own" would be fine. I went back to watching a lot of porn videos and relieving myself the best I could. I also figured it would be OK if I started looking at the adult websites on the Internet. What harm could that be? 

I found Jenn on adultfriendfinder. It was a great website for somebody in my situation. There were hundreds and hundreds of listings of women who were looking for men. Since it was an "adult" site, most of the women posted pictures of themselves . . . and most of the pictures were nude. In some cases, they were downright raunchy. Those were great fun to find, but presented little interest other than the voyeuristic pleasure. 

I rarely ever contacted anyone whose profile I liked, and when I did, it was usually just to express appreciation for their willingness to "show" themselves so completely. Because I always made it clear in my messages that I was not looking to meet someone, I didn't even get responses to most of the notes I sent. 

One day I was sorting through the IDs of women who had recently logged on to the website and saw an ID that intrigued me. The woman called herself Vibelady. Based on the nature of the website, I didn't have much trouble imagining what "vibes" she meant. I was right. 

Her profile was interesting. She explained that while she preferred "the real thing," her boyfriend was not interested often enough, and she had to resort to her collection of toys to keep her satisfied. She sounded like a pretty together woman. She said she was tired of playing alone and could use the aid and inspiration of a creative man. With all that I'd experienced in the past few months, there was no doubt that I had memories enough to be creative. That certainly sparked my further interest. 

What blew me away though were the pictures she had posted. The first one I opened showed a beautiful woman lying on her back, her long lovely legs spread wide, with a cock-shaped vibrator slid halfway into her tightly stretched pussy. Within seconds, I felt myself responding to the incredibly erotic picture. This was unbelievable. 

There were more pictures. She had the perfect body. Her hips were narrow and her tummy was flat. Even though she'd been careful to crop the pictures so her face wasn't visible, it just was possible to see her breasts. They were lovely. As she was lying on her back, I couldn't tell their true size, but they looked delicious. Her nipples were large for the size of her breasts and were the most beautiful pink. They weren't erect in the pictures, and that immediately made me imagine kneeling beside her and pulling them into my mouth, sucking and nibbling gently until they were hard against my tongue. 

I couldn't believe it. Here I was sitting in front of the computer, two minutes ago bored and sleepy, and now my cock was straining against my pants. I turned back to look at her pictures again. I pried my eyes away from her most private parts and found I was amazed at her beautiful, clear skin. Her inner thighs were like a vision of paradise. I could easily imagine sliding my face across them, feeling the coolness near her knees gradually give way to the damp heat of the softer skin higher above. 

Still avoiding the most exciting part of the picture, I looked higher. Her bushy pubic hair was thin, like it had been trimmed to frame the most perfect view of what it covered. It was a light brown, and there seemed to be maybe even a hint of red. I imagined running my fingers lightly through it, tickling, teasing, promising a touch that made her gasp in anticipation. 

In the picture, she was bending a bit at the waist to hold the vibrator at the best angle. That made the tight flesh of her stomach ripple in waves. I so wanted to trace those indentions with my hard pointed tongue. Again my gaze found her breasts. They were right at the edge of the pictures, so difficult to see, and the frustration of wanting to see them better heightened my excitement even more. 

Ready to allow myself to look once again at what I really wanted to see, my eyes slid eagerly back to place where the vibrator disappeared from view. I realized that this darling woman had thought carefully about what she was allowing me to see. I found she had shaved all her pubic hair below a spot just above her clitoris, and the vibrator's target was displayed in all its bright flaming glory. 

Her vaginal lips reminded me of a burning sunset. The inner lips were stretched so tightly around the plunging implement that they shone a fiery, bright red. I could almost feel how hot they must be to the touch. The outer lips were a deep, deep magenta, so inflamed were they from her obvious excitement. And her fingers! Oh God, her fingers! 

In the final crowning effect, her gorgeous long fingers were reaching to complete the erotic tableau. One hand held the vibrator, her fingers wrapped around it like it was a hard, but sensitive cock. I was sure she would have had a real cock ready to cum before it ever touched her. Her other hand was a straight out of a Renaissance painting. 

The wrist was bent in a relaxed position that allowed the fingers to dangle over her open crevice. The fingers were spread slightly, the index finger extended. The three fingers together gently held herself open, so all was visible to her admirers. And then, the forefinger . . . it dipped, it pointed, it delicately . . . so delicately . . . moved to touch the exquisitely shining bud of passion that waited so eagerly for its ultimate pleasure. 

Her body displayed the most perfect tension. The legs were spread almost perpendicular to her body. Her arms reached to slide the vibrator smoothly into her innermost hiding place. Her fingers waited, teasing, tantalizing, driving her to the highest peak. I could almost hear her breathing, growing heavier and deeper. I imagined a small moan growing in her throat, a cry waiting to be released at the exact right moment. 

It was then that I realized what her pictures were doing there on the Internet. I realized that this very instant, as she slid that thrusting, vibrating cock deep into her sucking pussy, she knew I was here watching her. She felt my eyes staring at her, drinking her in. Whether her eyes were closed at that instant, or not, she knew I could see her. I was standing over her, staring down at her, hungering for her. 

It was my stare that finally drove her over the edge. It was my desire for her that gave her the spark to detonate the explosion that the vibrator had set in motion. As I watched her release her body to the overwhelming convulsions of her orgasm, I understood we had just exchanged gifts with each other. I had helped her find the satisfaction that her husband was not there to provide, and she had given me a vision that would soon allow me the same release. 

What an amazing encounter we had just shared. Without even a first contact, we had given each other a sexual experience of the purest pleasure. And then the next realization hit me. Contact. Did I dare? Should I write to her and try to tell her about the gift she had offered, and how it had been received? 

She's only in her mid 20's, I thought. Why would she care what a 50 year old man thought of her pictures? But still, I realized, at opposite ends of the worldwide web, she and I were pretty much equals. She had the youth and the beauty and the willingness to share herself. I had the experience and the imagination and the ability to appreciate her for the wonder that she is. What better basis for sharing could there be? 

So, it made sense to write to her. In spite of all I should have learned from my past "innocent" experimentations, it still made sense to me to write to her. If I had known then . . . if I had known how it was all going to turn out . . . would I still have written to her? It might have been wiser to turn off the computer and not save her ID. 

But then, I never would have met her. I never would have met my sweet, sweet Jenn. 

Yes, I wrote to her. Knowing how delicate it would be, contacting a woman so much younger than I was, I was low key, polite and completely non-threatening. I simply complimented her on her wonderful profile and told her how much I was impressed by her willingness to present such intimate parts of herself. To my great surprise, she actually answered me. 

The first few contacts were simple. We shared a few fantasies and slowly, almost without intent, grew to expect notes from each other on a fairly regular basis. It all seemed quite innocent, because while I looked forward to hearing from her, I wasn't disappointed when I didn't. Her e-mails were just a nice surprise when they appeared. 

The shift occurred one day when on the spur of the moment, I put her ID in a search engine to see what would come up. I really had no idea she was using her actual name in her Internet ID. In little more than a half hour, I found an incredible amount of real data about her. Most fascinating was a personal webpage she had created for herself several years ago while she was in college. I don't know if she even realized it was still online, but it was an unexpected glimpse into the life of a person who I now had to see as a real, live young woman. 

My reactions were mixed. There was a first rush of great excitement. I had discovered who she was and she didn't know that I knew! What a sense of power. I realized I had the ability to find her if I wanted. The website had pictures of her. I saw her face! I really could go and find her! 

That reaction didn't last long. Within minutes I realized the power I held was unfair and inappropriate. It was a terrible imposition to have found out so much about her when she knew nothing about me. I immediately pledged to myself never to use such knowledge in any way, and I began to wonder . . . should I tell her that I knew? If I never told her I knew, and I never acted on the knowledge I had, she would never be affected by the knowledge. It didn't hurt her that I knew who she was. I wasn't doing anything "wrong." 

The realization that made my decision clear was that if I had found her so easily, then anyone else could do the very same thing. While I was "safe," and would never harm her, there was no guarantee at all that someone else wouldn't find the wicked opportunity too great to ignore. I had to tell her what I knew, and I had to risk that she would end our correspondence in anger. I didn't want that to happen, but I truly had no choice. 

I wrote to Jenn, told her what I had done, and identified myself enough that she could check me out if she wished. I hoped she would see that my intentions were honest and that she had nothing to fear from me. Jenn was indeed a bit irritated that I had attempted to find her, but she took it well. Our notes were a bit cooler for a short while, but before long we were sharing our views on life (and on sex) at a surprisingly intimate level. 

I told her about Katie. In fact, I told her some of the experiences Katie and I had shared. I don't know why I shared such sensitive information with Jenn, but I found the more I shared, the more she wanted to hear. Within several weeks, she probably knew me as well as most women I had known in my life. In the same way, Jenn told me more of the intimate details of her young life, and the more I learned, the more deeply I felt myself becoming connected with her. 

It was a confusing realization. At first, I had obviously been attracted by her luscious, lovely young body. Her pictures had been a wonderful source of fantasy during my lonely evenings. But now, as I came to know her better, I began to sense a concern for her that was a mixture of feelings. I was still attracted to her as that sexy young woman, but I now also thought of her almost like a daughter. I compared what I felt for my stepdaughter Chastity to what I felt for Jenn, and I found the comparison was surprisingly similar. 

I love Chase, and I felt terrible about the horror I drawn her into, but it was impossible not to remember the feel of her skin, the beauty of her body, the sensations of that one unforgettable night when there . . . in front of all those other men . . . I stood behind her holding her hips and . . . 

The memories of what came next obliterated the pleasure I knew I had experienced in spite of myself. Now, here I was again, feeling protective of another young lady, who I also wanted to pull into my arms and climb inside of so deeply that I would fill her entire soul.



No Going Back Ch. 30



Fun was the last thing I expected this to be. I made a quick assessment of the group, and it wasn't reassuring. The man who had spoken was sitting on the bed clutching a half empty bottle of some type of liquor. His eyes didn't appear to be focussing all that well, but he was obviously doing his best to see through my sweater. 

Ricky had to be the one sitting in the chair near the door. He had his boots up on the bed and was smoking something that you clearly couldn't buy in stores. His face was cold and hard, not a face I wanted to see up close. The three women, girls actually, had to be no older than young 20's, maybe even 18 or 19. They were small, thin and nervous looking, although they all seemed to cover it by projecting bored, sullen disinterest. 

I was at least 20 or 25 years older than any of them, and I could tell the difference was of interest to each of them, probably for different reasons. I found out quickly that I was right. 

"There you go," Ricky said, obviously addressing the three girls. "There's a fine looking woman. Not like you three skinny bitches. Damn, look at the tits on her. She's got more than all three of you combined." 

I knew that was not going to endear me to the three young women. 

The man behind nudged me and handed me a glass from the bathroom, half full of straight whisky. "Uh, no, thanks," I said. "That's a little much for me." 

"You got a problem?" Ricky called from across the room. I didn't like the look on his face. 

"Oh . . . no," I replied with a forced smile, and I took a small sip. He made a move to stand up and I could see the handle of a gun sticking up from his belt. The man behind me moved quickly. He took my hand holding the glass, raised it to my lips, and held it to my mouth until I had swallowed half of the liquid. I managed to swallow it all, but coughed as my throat objected to what it had just endured. All of them but Ricky laughed. He just watched me steadily, without a trace of sympathy. 

"Come over here," he demanded. When I didn't, he looked to the man standing behind me. "Jack?" he said. Jack nudged me from behind and followed me across the room, making sure I didn't stop or move toward either door. I ended up sitting at the head of the bed, just next to Ricky's boots. "That's better," Ricky said. "Go on, drink up, this is a party, right?" He looked at me coldly until I emptied the rest of the glass in my hand. 

Satisfied that I wasn't going to make any trouble, he turned his attention back to the others. "So, Jack, who's the new girl with you tonight? You got her working across the street yet?? 

"Yeah, Ricky, she's been there a few nights so far. Her name's Tina. I set her up over at the place on 4th street with Leslie." 

"Welcome, Tina," Ricky said with a sarcastic leer. "You like working the booths, or you just too stupid to do anything else?" Tina looked at him with a vacant stare and said nothing. 

"Yeah, that's what I thought," he mumbled. "And how about you?" he said turning back to me. "You making any money over there, or you just doing everybody for the fun of it?" 

I was stunned to realize what he was asking. "I . . . I don't . . . do anything . . . over there! I just . . . look at the books. I don't even go in the back." 

"Sure. You just rent this room to rest from the long walk across the street, right? How much you charge for letting a guy come back here with you? I could get you double that, a classy broad like you. You look pretty good for your age." 

I was speechless. I sat there too stunned to say anything. 

"So, Tina any good?" Ricky asked Jack. Tina's eyes widened, and I suddenly felt terribly sorry for her. "Not bad," Ricky replied. "And she's really pretty, isn't she?" 

"Maybe. Show me, and I'll decide" 

To my shock, Jack walked between the bed, set the lamp on the floor and pulled the heavy night table out into the center of the room. He took Tina's hand and as he led her toward the table, I felt Ricky's hand bump my shoulder. He was holding the burning joint in my face. 

I started to shake my head to refuse, but the look on his face suggested otherwise. I took a drag on it and held the sharp smoke deep in my lungs. It had been years since I'd smoked marijuana, but the burning in my chest was familiar, and pleasant. I took a second drag, already feeling the effects piling themselves on top of the alcohol. 

Looking back, Tina was now standing on the table, her head miles above my own. Her skirt was so short, I could see her panties. Her legs looked so long from where I was sitting, I wondered if pantyhose even came in that size. That's when I realized how badly my perspective was suffering from the drugs. 

I leaned back against the headboard of the bed, relieved that Ricky was leaving me alone, almost treating me like a friend or a partner. Part of my mind rebelled at such a thought, and I tried to remember that I was actually here against my will. Still, my stomach felt so warm and soft inside, and my head was swimming in a delightful haze. As long as I can just sit here quietly, I thought. This is not bad, I can deal with this. 

To my right, Ricky waved his hand. I looked back at Tina, and she slowly raised her hands to her thin blouse. With little reluctance, I saw her unbutton the blouse and slide it off, letting it drop to the floor. She wasn't wearing a bra and her little breasts didn't even jiggle as she moved. She stood there looking down at the floor. If anything, she looked bored, but I couldn't imagine she really felt that way. 

Another wave and she unsnapped her tiny skirt, letting it drop next to her blouse. Again her long, long legs seemed to climb from my eye level to a point near the ceiling. Her little panties were almost negligible, but without another word from Ricky, she rolled them down, stepped out of them and stood back up. 

In spite of the insanity of the situation, I looked at Tina with great interest. She was indeed a beautiful young woman. Her skin was pale, especially in contrast with her dark, black hair. Her pubic hair was shaved, and the slit between her legs was so tight, it was only visible because of the thinness of her thighs. Jack stepped closer to her and used his hand on her ankle to open her legs slightly. She didn't resist. 

I heard a jingling noise and when I looked, the man on the other bed was trying to open his belt. He was apparently so drunk, he was having trouble. The woman sitting on the bed next to him, shifted her position, and took over for him. In a moment, she had his pants and his underwear off. He leaned back, opened his legs a bit, and with less shock than I expected, I watched the girl wrap her hand around his stubby, limp cock. 

Suddenly embarrassed, I looked away. Ricky chuckled next to me. "What's the matter, babe? That cock too ugly for you? Bet I got somethin' better." He waved at Tina, and as she got down off the table, I started to get up. Ricky stuck one large hand out, placed it on my chest and shoved me back against the bed. 

The movement set off a wave of dizziness that made me close my eyes, waiting for the room to stop spinning. When I opened my eyes, Tina was kneeling between Ricky's legs, opening his pants. "Let's see what you can do," he was telling her. Unsure what to do or where to look, I sat there as she unzipped his pants, pulled them off and exposed his hairy body. 

The vision of a beautiful naked girl kneeling in front of me between a strong man's open legs was shocking. I tried to find the fear or revulsion it should have instilled, but all I wanted was to see what she was preparing to do. On the other bed, that girl's head was buried in the man's crotch, and the girl with Jack was kneeling in front of him, undoing his belt. For that moment in time, I found myself a voyeur in a situation I'd imagined, but never thought to see. 

As Tina lifted Ricky's thick but limp cock in her hand, and leaned forward to take him in her mouth, I found my own mouth opening in tandem. Horrified, I shut it tightly, but found Ricky had been watching, and he smiled at me with an evil grin. 

"Looks like fun, doesn't it?" he laughed. "Want to share with Tina?" I'm sure my face showed complete panic and Ricky laughed. "Don't worry," he said, "Nobody's gonna force you to do anything, but you want it, I know you do." 

No matter how high I was, Ricky's cock was not what I wanted. But still, as I watched it slide into Tina's mouth, I felt the tingle between my legs that reminded me why I was in this room to begin with. The temperature in the room seemed ten degrees higher than it was a few minutes ago. I could feel beads of sweat on my forehead and my sweater felt like a wool blanket. 

Beside me, Tina was working on Ricky whose cock was not getting hard very quickly. She stopped and looked up at him, which didn't please him in the least. "Get back to work!" he growled at her. I could tell he was starting to get uneasy about his own unresponsiveness. This was not a healthy development. 

On the next bed, the man and the woman had actually moved on to full scale fucking. At least, the woman was doing her part. She was sitting on top of the man, straddling his hips. He was thrusting up at her, but his eyes were closed, and it wasn't clear that he was fully aware of what was happening. 

Jack and the other girl were watching Ricky and Tina. They looked a bit worried. Sure enough, Ricky waved to Jack and he pulled the girl over. She got down on her knees with Tina and began to help her with Ricky. 

"This ain't working," Ricky grumbled, and he turned to look at me. I slid back against the headboard, my eyes widening. "I wanna see your tits," he said. I shook my head, and the dizziness convinced me that was a bad idea. I started to get up and Jack leaned over and whispered in my ear. 

"Humor him," he begged. "He just wants to see you. Don't give him a reason to get mad at you. It's not worth it." 

I managed to get up off the bed, but Jack blocked my way. I was standing in the center of the room, about six feet from where Ricky sat. "Get up on the table," Ricky demanded. 

"Do it!" Jack urged, and he grabbed my arm, lifting me up toward the top of the table. Confused, frightened, and very, very drunk, I found myself standing where Tina had stood, fighting to keep my balance, unsure what to do next. 

"God damn it, get her movin' Jack," Ricky threatened. Jack stepped up next to me and pulled out his knife. For a moment, I thought he was truly going to hurt me, then he raised the hand with the knife, slid the blade under the top button of my sweater, and pulled the knife quickly away from my body. The threads holding the button parted easily, and the button flew across the room. I raised my hands to my breasts, holding the top of the sweater together. 

I gasped and saw Ricky smile. "Save your sweater so you'll have something to wear home," Jack whispered. "You got no choice here." 

Out of options, I reached for the next button. I hesitated and looked to Ricky for any possible reprieve. None was forthcoming, I could tell. 

I opened the next button, and the material parted, revealing the cleavage between my full breasts. As my hands moved to the next button, I looked up and to my shock, I found all six people staring intently at me. Even the two on the bed had stopped their screwing and were watching. I knew my mouth hung open in disbelief, until I felt Jack shift his position beside me. "Now!" was all he said. 

Through the haze that clouded my mind, I shivered in frustration that underneath my clothes, I was wearing nothing but a garter belt and stockings. It had all been an exciting game, something I wanted to see in the mirror as I played with myself in the motel room. Now, I'd see it alright, but so would six other people who were looking at me hungrily as I stood on a table above them. 

Slowly I undid the last three buttons, using my hands to hold the sweater to my breasts. The two women between Ricky's legs were staring at me as wide-eyed as the men. I looked down toward their faces, and to my amazement, I saw that Ricky's cock had grown to a fat, long eight inches. Tina was stroking him slowly with her hand as they watched me strip for them. 

Inside, a part of me shivered as I realized the effect I was having on them. Locking my eyes on Ricky's cock, I grasped the sides of my sweater and pulled them outward to the sides. My large, firm breasts burst loose from their confinement and swayed momentarily side to side. I heard several gasps, and in Tina's hand, I swear Ricky's cock got another inch longer. 

Unable to resist, I placed my hands under my breasts, cupped them lovingly, and lifted them higher on my chest. My thumb and fingers reached for my nipples, and as I squeezed them, they became hard and prominent. Ricky reached for Tina's head and pulled her mouth back down onto him. Half his cock disappeared into her mouth, but that was all she could take. 

The unbelievable power of what was happening combined with the drugs and alcohol to wipe out my last bit of resistance. Trying to watch all six pairs of eyes at once, I untied my wraparound shirt and like a matador teasing a bewildered bull, I flung it out from around me, revealing black stocking and garters, and no panties whatsoever. 

I spread my legs two feet apart, slid my fingers between my legs and grabbed for the wetness waiting to drip onto my thighs. Within 15 seconds, I heard Ricky groan, saw him close his eyes and thrust his hips up at Tina. As I watched, she lifted her head, leaned back, and began stroking his huge cock firmly and rapidly. Immediately, the first spurt exploded from his cockhead and shot up into the air at least two feet. 

I almost thought I could feel each stream on my clit as I stroked myself to a blinding orgasm. It came over me stronger than I could control, and too late I opened my eyes to find the floor rushing up at me. My head hit the foot of the bed, and I don't even remember where I landed.



No Going Back Ch. 31



Jenn and I continued to write to each other, and soon there seemed to be no inhibitions left in what we would discuss with each other in writing. We talked a bit about our fantasies, and finally Jenn told me that she had an Internet camera that she could use, if I wanted to see her while we talked. Needless to say, I was completely entranced by the idea. 

It was several days after we started using our cameras that I came in one evening, and when I signed on, her camera was already on, but she wasn't in the room. I waited for a while, but after ten minutes, she still hadn't come in. I decided she must have finished some earlier communication and forgotten that she'd left it on. It made me think about the time I'd had the same thing happen with Chastity, and I decided the least I could do was stay near the computer until she came back later. 

I turned my own camera off, so she wouldn't immediately know I was there. I knew that was a bit unfair, but, well, I really couldn't resist. I never could have imagined the result of such a decision. It was about an hour before she came home. When she walked into her bedroom, it was clear right away that she didn't remember the camera was on . . . at least she didn't look toward the camera or show any interest in her computer. I immediately sensed a small thrill go through me, realizing that I was watching her, and she didn't know it. 

It crossed my mind to try to let her know I was "here." Unfortunately, all I could do was press a button that would caused a small light on her camera to blink. When a person is sitting at the computer right in front of the camera, the blinking is fairly obvious, but I doubted she would notice it unless she was looking for it. Anyway, this was too exciting an opportunity to waste, so with a small bit of guilt, I decided just to leave the indicator light alone and see what would happen next. 

It was late enough in the evening that I was sure she was in for the night. She dropped her purse on the chair next to the vanity and stood there looking at her reflection for a moment. I could actually see her in the mirror, and I enjoyed the little smile I saw on her face. It looked like she was pleased with what she saw. I know I was. 

She reached to begin unbuttoning her blouse and I felt that thrill again. This was too wonderful to be true. She very slowly unbuttoned all the buttons, then let the blouse fall open, just a little. I could see the gentle cleavage between her breasts over the top of her bra. Finally, she slid the blouse off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. 

Again she looked in the mirror. Her bra was of such thin sheer material that I could see clearly the outline of her nipples. The fact that they were already slightly erect certainly helped the view. She lifted one hand and let her fingers slide slowly over the outside of her bra. The nipple responded further, defining itself through the translucent material. I found her nipple wasn't the only thing that was getting hard. 

As I watched in breathless anticipation, she unsnapped the front of her shorts and slid them off over her bare feet. As she bent over, the material of her thin panties bunched up between her ass cheeks. She reached behind her and used a finger to slide inside the panties and pull them free from her crotch. For that brief instant, I was sure I could see the tight slit running from her ass to her tummy in front and I found I was forgetting to breathe. 

I couldn't imagine this getting any better when she reached into one of the drawers in the vanity and pulled out the largest cock-shaped dildo I had ever seen. It had to be twelve inches long, and I was almost scared to estimate how many inches around it was. She held it in front of her face and used one delicate hand to stroke it up and down as if it were real. It couldn't have gotten any more erect, but her stroking had an effect on a cock much closer to my own interest. 

She walked over to the bed, propped up several pillows against the headboard, and lay back in perfect position to see all the way down her body. I held my breath, waiting, and sure enough, she spread her legs wide, and the material of her panties stretched tightly across her hidden, but waiting vagina. As I watched, she took the dildo in both hands, lowered it slowly between her legs, and let the head land softly on the spot where it was intended to reside. She briefly slid it less than an inch up and down across the tight material, and when she raised it from her body, the panties showed a little wet spot, right where the dildo had been pushing the material against her flesh. She was already excited! 

My own body felt like it was nearly vibrating. I knew that once she slid that monster cock into her slippery pussy, I was going to cum whether I touched myself or not. And then . . . in a shock that registered total surprise on Jenn's face, the door to her bedroom opened, and two men stepped into the room. 

Jenn was so startled, for a moment she didn't even move. The two men had plenty of time to see exactly what she was preparing to do. "Hey, sweetheart," one of them laughed. "Getting ready to play? And without me? How ungrateful." 

"Bobby, what the hell are you doing here? You didn't say you were coming over . . . and who is this guy? What do you think you're doing, bringing somebody here like this?" Jenn realized this was not a good situation, and she moved to try to cover herself with the bedspread. 

"Don't bother, baby," Bobby instructed. "Jeff and I just wanted to catch a show, and tonight, you're it." Before Jenn could move, the two men had lunged to the bed and grabbed her by each arm. Apparently, Bobby knew just what he was doing, and he had told Jeff what to expect. He and Jeff reached under the mattress and pulled out hand restraints. The loops slid on Jen's wrists with no effort and clipped immediately to rings just out of sight on the back of the bedposts. In seconds, her arms were spread wide to her sides, and she was helpless. 

"God damn you, Bobby, stop this, right now!" Jenn screamed. 

"Too much noise," Bobby cautioned, and he pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket, stuffed it Jenn's mouth and quickly wrapped it in place with a roll of electrical tape pulled from the other pocket. In horror, I watched Jenn's head whip back and forth as she tried to resist. I could hear muffled noises coming from her, but no words were even remotely recognizable. Her feet were flying out at the two men, trying to kick them, but they avoided her attempts with little effort. 

"Now you're going to have to stop that kicking," Bobby said menacingly. "We could tie your feet, but that wouldn't be half as much fun. You're going to cooperate willingly, or you just might regret it more than you know." 

"Now you listen carefully. I promised Jeff here a little show. I told him he can't fuck you, but he can play with you as much as he wants. If you're good, all you get is what you were apparently ready for anyway. If not, well then, I guess my big buddy Jeff here might just have to use his own ready made dildo on you. I doubt you really want that, especially considering which hole he prefers, if you get what I mean." 

As Jenn continued to struggle, Bobby leaned over her, "Look bitch, I know this is what you want. You been showing off what you got to anybody on the Internet who wants to see it. You get off imagining guys are seeing you shove your toys up in your twat. Well, this is only the next step. Jeff just wants to see what you're showing to everyone else. You're gonna love this, you know you will, and if you don't . . . hell, who you gonna complain to? I'll just show them the pictures on the Internet, show them all your toys, and Jeff and I will both agree that you asked us to do this." 

"You see? I got this all figured out. This is kinda like an experiment. If Jeff really likes this, I can probably get guys to pay money for this kind of fun. We can make some really easy bread this way. Of course, that pussy of yours will probably get worn out sooner or later, but not before we clean up. And best of all, it's safe sex, isn't it? How can you complain? So . . . don't complain . . . you hear me?" 

Jenn had stopped thrashing around and was looking at Bobby in true horror. I could tell from the look on her face that she had never given Bobby any indication this was what she wanted. At the very least, this was an assault, and it was about to turn into rape. I had to do something! 

I'd never felt so helpless. I didn't know Jenn's address, I didn't know her telephone number, I had no way to contact her, other than through the computer here in front of me. Quickly I tried every type of communication the equipment allowed. Even though I could see and hear what was happening in Jenn's bedroom, Jenn had left her computer unable to accept pictures or sound from me. All I could do was turn on the indicator light that would show her I was trying to communicate with her. 

My computer told me the light on her camera was now flashing. If she saw it, she would know I was there trying to contact her. I watched the men now sitting on the bed on either side of her. They had wasted no time sliding up close to her nearly naked body. I watched, my stomach in knots, as they each put out a hand to engulf one of her breasts. She threw her body side to side trying to avoid their hands, and I saw Bobby reach up and grab her by the hair. 

"Don't make this so difficult," he said with a smile. "Of course, the struggling is certainly exciting, and if you're doing this for Jeff's benefit, that's cool. Just don't play the part too far, OK?" Jenn's response was to try to kick him with one of her free legs. 

"Not cool, Jenn, not cool at all," Bobby sighed. He reached to Jenn's chest and snapped open the front of her bra. The stretched material flung itself apart, exposing her firm, white breasts to the men's hungry eyes. Bobby dragged the useless bra from under Jenn's back and threw it across the room. He took her hair in his hands and lifted her head off the pillows to look down her body. "This is mine now," he said gruffly. "Look at what I'm claiming as my toy for the night. You're mine Jenn. Accept that." 

It was then I saw her gaze rise from her bare defenseless body and fall on her computer across the room. I could tell the instant when she saw the blinking light and realized the camera was still on. Someone was watching . . . someone could see everything that was happening to her . . . someone was about to watch her be violated in the most humiliating of ways . . . and that someone . . . I could tell she knew . . . that someone had to be me! 

The realization must have stunned her completely. I understood almost exactly what went through her mind. In the midst of this horrible assault, a person she had begun to see as something other than a voyeur was now exactly that. A person she had begun to know as a friend, someone with whom she now shared not only her intimate pictures, but parts of her real self . . . he was there . . . watching this. For the first time since she had decided modesty was a total waste . . . she was totally and horribly . . . embarrassed. 

I saw her entire body convulse, nearly throwing Jeff and Bobby off the bed. Caught by surprise, and angered by the resistance, Bobby dropped his body across Jenn's chest, knocking the wind out of her, blowing mucus out her nose. Immediately, I saw great fear race across her face. She desperately needed air in her lungs, and the only avenue was through her nearly blocked nostrils. 

My own lungs felt empty as I watched her trying not to suffocate. Bobby wiped her nose and her face, but did not remove her gag. He let her alone for a minute until it was clear she wasn't going to die. Once she was breathing again, and not moving a muscle she didn't have to, he spoke to her. "OK, Jenn, that was your fault. I told you you don't want to make this difficult, or even dangerous. You just do what I tell you now, and you'll be fine. You got that?" 

The fear had taken all the fight out of her. I knew she understood the most important thing for her now was to concentrate on her breathing. That was her lifeline. Then I saw her look again at the computer, and I realized she knew there was one other lifeline she had, one other way to survive this . . . this rape . . . and maybe someday make these animals pay for what they were doing. She realized . . . she had me. 

Her eyes locked on the camera, and I felt her, I honestly thought I felt her spirit reach out to me. I concentrated as deeply as I could and sent back to her my recognition of her entreaty. I saw her eyes widen, as if she had received my message, and we began the effort to get though this experience together. 

Bobby and Jeff were now touching her breasts, running their hands over her chest and stomach, exciting themselves by the power they held over the helpless woman. "That's better, Jenn," Bobby crooned. "That's a good girl. You're gonna like this, I bet. You'll see." 

I saw Jenn turn her face to Bobby, and the look in her eyes was so cold and determined that I could tell he was actually a bit intimidated. He could tell exactly what the look on her face meant. I thought for a moment he might stop, but then Jeff called out to him, "Come on, man, get her panties off. I want to see this thing in her!" 

Bobby took a deep breath, pulled out his pocketknife and cut both sides of the panties. He grabbed the tiny underwear and ripped it off her body without her having to open her legs. She was now completely naked. 

Jeff was sitting father down the bed near Jenn's knees. "Get her to open those pretty legs," he demanded. 

Bobby placed a hand on one of Jenn's breasts and took the nipple between his fingers. He squeezed just hard enough to get her full attention. "Do it," he said softly. "Open your legs." 

She shook her head slowly side to side, and I saw him squeeze hard enough that her eyes watered. She opened her eyes, and rather than look at Bobby, I saw her turn her vision back to the computer. She locked her eyes on the camera, stared deeply into my computer screen, and as I watched, I saw her legs slowly begin to spread. 

I'd never seen a more dramatic unveiling. My gaze was torn between the desire to return her deep, searching stare, and the need to see the vision being offered up to my eyes. Realizing with guilt that she had no way of knowing where I looked, I dragged my eyes away from hers and stared at that burning spot between her legs. 

As her legs gradually opened, her vagina unfolded like a many layered Japanese fan. First the outer lips spread, as if a rock dropped in a pool was sending waves rolling in each direction. Next the inner lips, their moisture holding them together until the last moment, stretched and then sprung apart, revealing the deep red flesh that lay within. Finally, as her greatest strength of will allowed, her outer thighs met the bed on opposite sides of her hips, and her vagina actually opened fully, presenting a deep dark cave that seemed to reach down into the innermost center of her being. 

I was overwhelmed, I couldn't think, I could barely breathe. With great reluctance, I raised my eyes, to find hers still glued on my face, as she must have imagined it in the camera. "Are you there?" she seemed to be asking. "Are you there to help me, to save me, to . . . love me?" 

"I am here," I answered, as best as I could. I saw her take a deep breath and relax, awaiting what she knew would come next. 

The wait wasn't long. I saw Jeff pick up the dildo and pass it back and forth between his hands. He was testing the weight and the balance of it, and I was sure he was impressed. It looked massive. I saw Jenn glance at it, close her eyes for a moment, and then look back at me. 

"Does she really take this entire thing inside her?" Jeff asked Bobby. 

"Oh yeah," Bobby said, with what sounded like pride. I've got the whole thing inside her before and then even got my fingers in her ass. She really likes that." 

"Cool!" laughed Jeff. "I'd love to try that." I grimaced, sure that I didn't want to see anything like that happen while I was watching. At least, I thought I didn't. 

Jeff lifted the long heavy implement and began moving it between Jenn's legs. Involuntarily, she tried to close her thighs. "Uh, Uh!" Bobby cautioned, and I saw Jenn slowly reopen her legs. One tear fell from each eye, running down her cheeks toward her ears as she looked fearfully down her body. 

Jeff took the huge dildo and placed the fat head against Jenn's wide spread pussy. He rotated it slowly, not yet pushing it against her. The still dry dildo pulled on her pussy lips as it rotated, twisting her gently in an incredibly erotic way. I could barely hear a small sound coming from behind Jenn's gag, and I knew it was a combination of fear and humiliation. 

As Jeff continued to move the head of the dildo over her moist, but not wet slit, Bobby apparently took pity on her. "Here," he said, passing Jeff a bottle of lubricant. "If you don't use this, you'll probably rip her apart. Better protect this investment, don't you think?" 

While Jeff coated the dildo, Bobby dribbled a stream of clear liquid directly onto Jenn's gaping vagina. It ran down into her hole and the excess overflowed into the crack of her ass and onto the bedspread. "You can thank me later," Bobby said to Jenn with a smile. 

Jeff replaced the monster cock at the entrance to Jenn's pussy and began a more determined massaging of her with the hard rubber dildo. Even from the camera across the room, I could see her pussy rapidly adjusting to the size of the tool. Yes, she had had this inside her before, and the realization was a bit uncomfortable for me to acknowledge. 

Jeff was getting impatient, and Jenn knew the time had come. As he placed the head of the dildo securely at the center of her opening, she looked again in my direction. I saw her focus narrow, her eyes burning into the camera. I saw her stare in my direction, as if I were truly there with her in the room. 

Then, it came clear to me what Jenn was attempting to do. Rather than experience what the two men were doing to her as it really was happening, I could see she had decided to send her mind somewhere else. I saw her vision draw me through the camera, over the Internet, and into her arms. I saw my sweet Jenn prepare to accept my massive cock deep inside her body. 

The wide head on the dildo pushed itself against the resisting outer ring of Jenn's tight pussy. Jeff slowly moved it firmly against her, backed away, and again pushed it firmly toward her. I saw Jenn close her eyes, take a deep breath, and stretch her legs as far open as possible. Her vaginal muscles relaxed a tiny bit more, and I gasped as the head of the huge staff popped soundlessly into her body. It was in her! 

Jenn's body shuddered once as she felt herself stretched as wide open as seemed humanly possible. She opened her eyes briefly to look once again directly into my eyes. "I accept you inside me," she seemed to be telling me. "Come all the way into me. I want you to have me," I felt her eyes promise. 

Jeff was surprised that the gigantic head had slid into her so easily. With a great smile on his face, he leaned again on the long staff, and with steady force, he slowly shoved a full six inches of it deep into my dear Jenn's tightly stretched body. As it ground into her, Jenn's body convulsed again, her legs straining to lift her hips several inches off the bed. 

I looked at Jenn's hands, bound tightly to the bedposts. Her fingers were not clenched in fists, but were extended to their full length. Her hands actually looked like they were reaching out, rather than pushing away. I suddenly imagined her hands on my shoulders, and I wondered if at this moment, she was imagining her hands in the same place. 




No Going Back Ch. 31



Jeff was now slowly and sensually sliding the monstrous cock in and out of Jenn's glistening hole. The lubricant had saved her, and now that the fat head had penetrated, the rest of the staff was sliding erotically between her bright red pussy lips with little resistance. For several minutes, Jeff stroked her about six inches deep, and I saw that Jenn's hips had begun to move to match the rhythm of his strokes. 

Bobby noticed it, too. "Look man, she's finally getting into this. I told you she'd love it. Do it to her good now. She's ready." 

Jenn opened her eyes, knowing what she wanted. She looked again directly at the camera. Her eyes bored into mine, and then, without breaking her gaze, she nodded her head at me. All of a sudden I knew what to do. I turned off the camera indicator for only a second, then turned it back on. I could tell she saw the difference, and I knew, without any doubt, that she now was sure I was with her. I saw her body relax for a moment, then tense in anticipation of what would come next. She looked one last time at me, then closed her eyes and lay her head back on the pillows. 

"Here we go!" cried Jeff, and with a yell of excitement, he pulled the cock back out of Jenn and then drove it powerfully hard into her open pussy. It slid steadily into her, as Jenn's body again raised itself off the bed. Six inches . . . seven . . . eight . . . it seemed to reached a barrier. He pulled it almost all the way out, then shoved it again into her. Seven inches . . . eight . . . nine . . . ten! 

I almost fainted. I'd never seen a dildo or any actual cock plunge such a depth into a real live woman. Jenn's body was shaking violently. Jeff pulled the cock back out several inches and then set up a series of thrusts. The head of the cock was moving back and forth inside her, from six to ten inches in depth. There was no way for a man to imagine what she was experiencing. 

Jenn had given herself up completely to the assault. I knew in her mind it was me inside her, and I felt like dying to be so far away while she endured this alone. The only thing that mattered was that she get through this alive. The effect of the gigantic cock fucking her helpless body was driving both her and me to unexplored emotional and erotic heights. My own cock was straining against my pants, so desperately did I want to be there, inside her, myself. 

Then, I could see her pass the point of conscious involvement in what was happening. Her body took over, and I saw her begin to strain toward orgasm. It was both horrible and fascinating to see. Her hips began grinding back at the fucking instrument, her body was bathed in sweat, her nostrils flared as they tried to take in enough air. 

Then it happened, and my heart nearly stopped. Her entire body went rigid and her orgasm took complete control. Her face turned a bright red, and I could tell she was convulsing so intensely that she was unable to breathe. She was suffocating! 

I found I was standing in front of my computer pounding on the table, screaming for the men to see what was happening. Both Jeff and Bobby were totally focused on the dildo thrusting deep into Jenn's pussy, and it took a moment for them to realize she had stopped moving. 

"Shit, man," muttered Jeff, "What's going on. What happened to her?" 

Bobby's face had gone white. Quickly, he unwrapped the gag over Jenn's mouth and pulled out the handkerchief. She was still and pale. He hesitated for a moment, unsure what to do, and I envisioned a funeral that I'd never see in person. 

Then, suddenly, Jenn's body convulsed one more time, and I saw her roll immediately to the side of the bed and puke over the edge. It was a miracle she didn't choke on her own vomit, but in a few minutes, I could tell she was going to be alright. 

Bobby and Jeff were standing in the center of the bedroom, disgusted with what they had witnessed, relieved that she hadn't died, and maybe a little scared at what would happen next. They had no idea. 

"You bastards," Jenn growled hoarsely. "You are so lucky I didn't die. But let me tell you, you're gonna wish you died before I'm through with you." 

Bobby and Jeff looked at each other, confused. "Hey, come one, don't be ridiculous, we told you how it was. You got nothing on us." They seemed cautiously optimistic. 

"You think so, huh?" Jenn said, hate in her eyes. "And what if I had a witness to exactly what you did, with video to prove every action? You'd think you'd stay out of jail after that?" 

Poor Bobby, he grabbed his knife and headed straight for the closet, He ripped open the door, expecting to find someone he could threaten into keeping this awful secret, but there was no one there. "No, not there, you stupid asshole," Jenn said in triumph. "See that camera over there? See that blinking light? I have a friend on the other end of that blinking light, and if my guess is right, he's been watching and recording everything that has happened here. Want to check it out? 

The two men stood in stunned silence. Jenn could barely walk, but she dragged herself over to the computer and made the adjustments that allowed me to communicate. I sent a simple message that appeared on her screen.

"Yes, Jenn, I've been here the entire time. Tell your friends if they turn themselves in within an hour, you'll let them plead guilty to simple assault. They get off with three - eight years. Otherwise, you'll press for rape charges. That's ten - fifteen, minimum. Tell them, either way, I'll be there to testify whenever the police are ready." 

I didn't mention Jenn's threat about the video of the assault, because there was no video. I was sure my testimony would be sufficient, but I wanted them to realize how helpless they were. 

"Hey, man, what the fuck did you get me into?" raged Jeff. "You said this was no sweat. You said she wanted this. I'm not going to fucking prison for you! Either you take the heat for this one, or I'll kill your fucking ass!" 

Just like Jenn had promised, Bobby looked like he wanted to die, and Jeff would have been happy to assist him. "Uhhhhhhh, yeah, I'll plead . . . to assault," Bobby muttered. "Call the damn police." 

"What about me?" yelled Jeff, his fists clenched in Bobby's face. 

"Yeah, I'll tell 'em it was my idea," he said, almost in tears. 

"Then get the hell out of my house," Jenn said quietly. "Go sit on the front steps until the police get here. Go on . . . get out!" 

Bobby and Jeff staggered out of her bedroom, their lives in ruins. Jenn turned back to the computer and sat down in front of the camera and the keyboard. 

She looked into the camera, clearly unsure what to say. "Do you want me to turn on my camera?" I typed. 

"No, not now," she responded. "This will take some time to sort out. The police will be here soon. I'll have to deal with this. Can I give them your name? Will you give me your telephone number for them to call?" 

"Sure," I typed. "Here's the number. Will you come back and talk to me later? 

"Of course," Jenn answered. "Roger, I've got to go . . . ." 

"OK," I said. "I'll be here." 

"Roger . . . were you? I mean, were you really . . . here . . . with me?" 

"Yes, Jenn, I was there with you, through every minute." 

"I felt you, Roger. I knew you were there. I couldn't have stood it without you." 

"I know, Jenn. We'll work through it together, later. It'll be OK, I promise." 

"Roger?" 

"Yes, Jenn?" 

"Thank you for loving me." 

I hesitated, not knowing for sure what she really meant. 

"Oh, Roger, not like that. I mean thank you for being the man inside me when I needed you there. You understand?" 

"Yes, dear, I understand. I really do. It's OK." 

"Goodnight, Roger." 

"Goodnight, Jenn. Sweet dreams." I couldn't believe I'd said that, and I waited to see if I'd said the worst possible thing. 

"Maybe," said the words on my screen, "but only because of you." 

I saw her ID sign off the Internet. 



No Going Back Ch. 32



When I woke many, many hours later, I was in bed with the covers tucked carefully around me. I was alone with a headache that surpassed anything I could remember. When the maid came to do the room, I asked her to tell the Manager to extend me for another night. I made it to the bathroom, threw up from the dizziness, drank as much water as I could hold, and went back to bed. It was late that afternoon before I could manage to sit up without feeling sick. 

I thought only enough about the night before to force myself into the car before Ricky or anyone else could come back to check on me. I was grateful they had taken care of me after I fell, and not taken advantage of me, as far as I could tell. Still, enough was enough, I didn't want to see them again. 

I have to admit, within a couple days, I was already missing the excitement of the bookstore, but I couldn't imagine going back there. Then came the telephone call. 

"Hey, babe, how you feeling? Your head back on straight?" Yes, it was Ricky. 

"How . . . .?" I began. 

"Come on, now," he laughed. "You think we didn't check your purse for ID after we made sure you were still alive? We even tried to call your home to see if anyone there wanted to come get you. We're your good friends now, aren't we?" 

"Oh, well, sure, thanks," I managed to offer. "I appreciate what you did. Well, I better go now." 

"Not yet, sweetheart. I have an offer for you. Why don't you come by tonight and let me tell you about it?" 

"No, I don't think so," I responded. "I really don't have any plans to be back near there any time soon." 

"Hmmmmm, well maybe I'll make the offer to that hot little girl whose picture you have in your wallet. She looks sexy enough. She there? Can I talk to her?" 

"You leave her alone!" I almost screamed. "I don't want you talking to her, ever!" 

"Sure, big mama, anything you say, but I do therefore expect to talk to you. Tonight! You got it? Otherwise, I may have to stop by and talk to both of you. You understand?" 

I couldn't think of anything to say. "You don't even need to rent a room," he continued. "Just stop by the motel tonight, say 8:00. See you then." He hung up. 

I felt sick. What in hell had I done? I couldn't let Ricky anywhere near this house. Sure, Chastity was away at school, but she'd be home in a few weeks. What then? 

The answer was obvious, although I refused to acknowledge it, even as I put on my most unsexy jeans and shirt and prepared to meet Ricky at the hotel. And this time, I was careful to wear the most conservative underwear I owned. - - - - He was sitting on a chair just outside the motel room when I arrived. It was the same room I had rented before. I could feel his eyes on me as I walked from my car, up the steps, and along the railing to his room. I didn't even stop walking as I passed him, striding determinedly into his room. I was distressed to find Jack and Tina both in the room, especially as their smiles showed they were thinking along the lines of, "I knew she'd be back." 

Ricky ambled in and slid into the same chair as the night I'd met him. "This is outrageous," I began. "If you harass me one more time, I'm going to call the police." 

Ricky just sat there looking at me with a bored expression on his face. "Fine. You can go then," he said. "Say hello to your daughter." 

I stood there looking at him, not sure whether to slap him, run to the phone to call the police, or burst out into tears. "What is it you want?" I finally said in resignation. 

Jack handed me a glass with what smelled like cheap bourbon. Ricky lit up a joint, and the thick smell of the other night filled my mind. I sank into a chair across from Ricky and waited for him to speak. 

"You need to chill out," he began. "I'm not out to ruin your life. I just want to offer you a deal you may find attractive. If you choose to turn it down, that's fine. You in the mood to listen?" He looked at me in a way that didn't necessarily look threatening. 

"Go on," I said. 

"You are one hot woman," he said. "That's not a compliment, that's a fact. You should have seen yourself the other night. You were totally into what was happening, whether you want to blame it on the booze, or what." I started to object, but he silenced me with a menacing look. 

"I also know about you and across the street. I don't know exactly what you're doing with men over there, but I know you've been there way too much for anything innocent. To be honest, I don't care whether you've actually done anything yet, or not. It may even be some rich bitch psycho sex crap, I don't know, but you're hot for something, and I think you're having trouble finding it. If so, I can help you." 

He stopped, looked at me, and when I couldn't meet his eyes and I looked down, he continued. 

"Yeah, I thought so. Something happened to you and now you're hot for a repeat, even though it disgusts you even to think of it. I've seen it so many times, it's not even complicated any more. You want to tell me about it?" I shook my head sadly. 

"Doesn't matter," he said. "You're just burning up inside and can't get your rocks off. You're now hung up on the risk of doing something you think is ugly, but you got no way make it happen and control it yourself. Got you caught in the middle. I bet you can't even sleep for fighting with yourself. 

Anyway, here's what I can do for you. You want what goes on in those booths across the street? You want it with no risk, how you want it, when you want it? That's not a problem. 

I can see you right now, down on your knees, watching and waiting. I can see you smile when the cock slides through the hole in the wall. I can see you take the cock in your hand and stroke it, getting it hard, feeling it getting hotter and hotter. 

You're in control. The man has no idea who you are. You slide a condom over his now rigid cock, grasp it around the base, and with a satisfied moan, pull the cockhead into your mouth. 

You hear the amazed groan on the other side of the wall as the man realizes how incredibly lucky he is. Soon, his hips are moving back and forth against the wall. It's so easy. I see you with your mouth pressed up against the hole in the wall, his long, thick cock pounding steadily in and out between your sucking lips. 

It's all so simple, you are quite free to slide one or even both hands between your legs. It's so thrilling, your orgasm is there waiting, whenever you're ready. Maybe it happens with the first man, or maybe you delay it until the second, or the third, or maybe even the tenth. It's all in your control. It's all you want it to be. 

You, my dear, can have it all, whenever you want. And you do want it, don't you? Tell me . . . tell me how much you want it. Tell me." 

His words had been so hypnotic, I found my eyes were closed. I was sitting there transfixed. I even had my hands between my legs, my thighs pressed tightly together. I didn't think I'd been touching myself, but I knew he could tell I was excited. I opened my eyes to find him staring at me with a knowing smile. 

"Don't look so embarrassed," he said with distaste. "It's no sin to like sex, not even to like it like I described. I don't care that it excites you to think it's ugly. I just got to make a living. 

Yes, that's what this is about. I supply girls across the street who do exactly what I just described. Most of them are young like Tina here, and that's how they survive. Now you, you're a bit unusual, but not so much as you might think. 

Couple times a year, I get one like you. Usually just about your age, too. Finally beginning to realize what they missed, and dying to get as much back as they can. Self conscious and scared, sure, but hot as a firecracker. Sound familiar, sweetheart? Don't sweat it, it's a good deal for both of us. 

Oh yeah, one other thing. Most likely you are happy to do it for the thrill, but there can be money involved, you know. I can give you twenty bucks a man, if you're interested. On a good night, you can make as much as a hundred bucks an hour. Not a bad second paycheck, right? And all for just having some good, clean fun. So, when can you start?" 

I couldn't believe he was serious, but there was nothing I knew of him to suggest anything else. "But, how . . ." I began. 

"Don't sweat the details," he quickly responded. "You let me know when, I'll get you in the back unseen. You slip into a special, safe, comfortable booth, and men get sent to booths next to you whenever you're ready. You leave when you've had enough. Your schedule, your control. What could be easier?" 

It was almost impossible to think clearly, for all the images running through my mind. The memories of that time in the booth with Roger were driving me crazy. They made me so hot, I was afraid my pants were going to show how excited I already had become, just listening to Ricky's offer. 

"I . . . I think I could do that," I found myself saying. "I'm so scared. But . . . I . . . I have to do this. I . . . I have to know." 

"Sure," Ricky sighed. "I understand. Come here. It's OK." 

I didn't understand, but I stood and took two steps toward him. He reached out his hand, and when I extended mine, I thought to shake his, he slid a condom between my fingers. 

It took a second for me to realize what he was telling me, then I gasped in shock. 

"You mean . . . you?! Here? Now? No, I can't. I didn't think . . . I mean . . ." 

I felt Jack move up behind me, blocking my retreat. He put his hands on my shoulders. 

"It's OK," Ricky said quietly, but sternly. "If you can't do it here, you can't do it there. Do it! Here!" 

Jack suddenly lowered his weight on my shoulders and my knees buckled. I found myself on my knees on the floor, between Ricky's legs. "Show me," he demanded. "Show me what a hot cocksucker you are. Show me you're not a prissy, rich bitch with fantasies that are nothing more than that. Show me, or go home to your sleepless nights, and your empty life, and don't ever show your face around here again." 

Inside, his words horrified me, but they taunted me, and made me see how desperately I wanted to prove something to him. I looked at him, and he recognized the resignation in my eyes. As I knelt there, he unbuckled his pants, pulled them off, then slid his hips forward in his chair, his legs splayed wide on either side of me. 

His cock was limp, but already, it showed signs he was looking forward to this. I remembered the effect I'd had on him the other night, and I knew if I could do this, it was going to be really easy to make him cum. In fact, his cock was beginning to get bigger, just from his watching me suffer this new and unimagined indignity. 

Lost in amazement at what I was about to do, I reached for him, and felt his cock pulse as I wrapped my fingers around him. I moved my hand along his shaft only a few times, and his cock quickly became long and nearly erect. I smiled with guilty pride, and realized I was going to show him something really special. 

I opened the condom and prepared it to slide over his cockhead. Just to show him I wasn't some prissy, rich bitch, I bent over and planted a kiss right on the end of his bright red cock. I looked him straight in the eyes, drawing his attention to my face, and while he wasn't watching my hands, I unrolled the condom all the way down to the base of his shaft. Then, before he could even notice the condom was in place, I dived down onto him, sucking his entire cock between my lips, and deep into my throat. 

As I heard his surprised and delighted cry, I felt like the most professional of whores. That's what I am, I thought. A whore. A fucking, cocksucking whore. And, I realized, it felt good. It felt really fucking good. "Get ready, Ricky," I thought. "Get ready for the best blowjob you'll ever have!" 

I turned my attention to the stiff cock in my mouth. Using one hand to squeeze the base and the other to stroke his shaft in time with my mouth, I worked him with all the intensity I could imagine. I was quickly lost in concentration, loving the moans and muscle contractions my attentions were extracting from Ricky. 

Suddenly, I felt hands from behind me reaching toward the buttons on my blouse. I hesitated in what I was doing, and felt Ricky tense. "Fuck," I thought. "What the hell." 

The hands deftly unbuttoned each button from the top down to my waist. Briefly looking down, I was stunned to see they were woman's hands. It was Tina! In only a moment, she had opened my blouse and pulled the top of my bra over each breast. With little difficulty, she soon had both breasts spilling out over the bra. 

Her hands were warm as they cupped each firm, heavy mound. She let my hardening nipples slide between her fingers and then closed her hands gently. The soft pressure on my nipples as they compressed between her fingers was exquisite. The action sent sparks racing from my breasts to that hot, wet spot between my legs. 

She knew what she was doing, and the sensations she was creating made it really difficult to concentrate on what I was doing to Ricky. Thankfully, Ricky was so excited by what the "rich bitch" was doing to him that I could tell this was almost over. Sure enough, he was already tensing his thighs and thrusting his hips at me, obviously ready to let loose in my face. 

I tightened my lips and mouth around him and sucked hungrily. I felt the first spasm begin with my fingers at the base of his cock. It was a powerful surge, and in only a second, I felt the condom begin to fill in my mouth. Three or four times his cock expanded significantly in my mouth, and quickly the end of the condom ballooned tightly with a huge quantity of cum. 

I stroked him a few moments longer until I was sure his orgasm was done, then slid the condom off his cock, holding it tightly so no liquid would escape. As he lay back in the chair with his eyes closed, I quickly tied a knot in the rubber, placed it in his hand, and closed his fingers around it. I knew the warmth if it would fascinate him, and I expected the fullness of it would impress him with what I had accomplished. 

Without opening his eyes, he smiled, and so did I. 

Behind me, I felt Tina release my breasts and back away. I turned and found Jack standing in front of me, his bare, erect cock only inches from my face. 

"My turn," he said with a wicked smile. 

"Fuck you," I replied, with a smile almost as threatening.



No Going Back Ch. 33



In the days that followed, Jenn and I wrote much to each other about that night. We learned a great deal about each other. In a strange way, the fact that we had "shared" the experience together made it seem much less traumatic than it would have been. Jenn seemed to adjust to it well. In fact, I sensed in her a bit of excitement that I had watched what had happened. We both traded veiled comments about the sexual thrills we had experienced during the attacks, but we were cautious not to admit openly that it wasn't a brutal, horrible rape. 

Bobby and Jeff had been locked up by the police that night. They had both tried to make bail, but because of Bobby's guilty plea, he had no chance. Jeff was out of jail, but the judge had made it clear that if he came anywhere near Jenn, he would be locked up for good. Jenn was confident she'd never see him again. She felt safe. 

Jenn found herself without a boyfriend, and I could tell her sexual desires were beginning to intensify. She told me she was masturbating at least once a day, but she was still not satisfied. We each made subtle, offhand comments about wishing we were together to solve that problem, but neither of us wanted too sound serious about the idea. 

I was in a very difficult state of mind. I had committed myself to staying clean of any outside sexual contacts in the hope that I would find some way to get Katie back. I was sure running off to another city to have sex with a 24 year old girl I found on the Internet would qualify as "inappropriate." 

Even more complicated, this was not "some girl," this was Jenn. She and I had shared an experience that was staggering in its intensity. We were now connected in a special and maybe permanent way. If I were to go to her . . . to meet her . . . to let her all the way into my life . . . there would never be a way to let her go once Katie came back. So then, what would Katie do when she found out? Would it be the end on any new hopes? I sure thought so. But . . . Jenn. 

With all the risks in mind, I tried my best not to let Jenn think I was willing to consider any change in our relationship. I tried to keep it cool, but then she asked me for a special favor. She asked me if I would watch her over the camera while she . . . while she reproduced and imagined the experience of making love with me. What could I say? How could I say no? 

I did ask her not to use the massive dildo that Jeff had used on her, as the comparison to my own healthy, but basically average size would be too unrealistic. She laughed at me, and told me that instrument had been taken by the police as evidence, anyway. She blushed when she told me about the looks the policemen had given her when they saw it. I wondered how long the policemen were required to wait before they called a crime victim on a "personal" basis. 

The evening Jenn said she was ready, we made a "date" for 10:00 p.m. When she signed on, she had moved her camera to the foot of her bed. She had prepared a view looking straight up the bed from the footboard to the headboard. There would be nothing I couldn't see as clearly as if I were there on the bed with her. Her computer screen, where my face would be seen, was directly under the camera. She would be looking into my eyes while I watched her every move. 

She checked the camera one last time, making sure that everything she did was going to be caught perfectly. When she was satisfied that everything was ready, she slowly slid herself onto her bed. 

For a brief moment, my mind recalled the horrific attack that had happened upon that very bed. Somehow, Jenn must have sensed my brief recollection of the event because she gently smiled and caressed the bedspread next to her, her eyes letting me know that she was ready to put the past aside for the moment and share a far different experience with me. I gratefully accepted her invitation to forget. 

Jenn looked square into her camera and slid to the center of her bed. She looked beautiful, wearing nothing but a white cotton blouse and a pair of blue lace panties. As she knelt there with her legs spread apart slightly, she began to slowly unbutton the blouse she was wearing. It opened to reveal just a hint of her sheer lace bra. Although her shirt still covered all but her cleavage, I knew that Jenn's nipples were already erect. Through the crisp cotton, I could make out every curvature of her soft breasts. She hesitated for a minute, looked down at her chest and stomach, and finally glanced up at the camera playfully. She knew what I wanted, but she wasn't about ready to give in just yet. 

Her hands ran down her shirt as she slowly moved her torso in a circular motion. Her hands rested for a moment upon her hips and then she slid them to her inner thighs. She gasped a little as her hands slid over her crotch. It was obvious that she was already having powerful feelings. In response, I felt my cock jump within my pants. At that moment, Jenn looked straight into my eyes and nodded ever so slightly, giving her permission for me to experience the same feelings of ecstasy that she was going to be feeling. I gratefully unzipped my pants, freeing my expectant cock from its restraint. 

Jenn's hands continued to run up and down her body, paying special attention to her still covered breasts. She gently pinched her nipples through the blouse, leaving creases in the fabric right where her erect nipples poked to the surface. She slowly traced her fingers in tight circles around them, making her nipples even more visible. How I ached to be touching them myself. 

Slowly, she reached up to her shirt and started sliding it off of her shoulders. Finally, she let the shirt fall to the bed, revealing her perfect breasts set in the sexiest bra. Although from the cleavage it appeared to be simply sheer, the bra had cutaways in the center, revealing her uncovered and very erect nipples. Jenn smiled at me and pinched each nipple. She then unhooked the clasp in the front of her bra and her breasts were finally free. My cock responded enthusiastically. 

Her hands then slid down her sides and hooked over the sides of her panties. Slowly she pulled her panties down revealing just the slightest tuft of pubic hair. She looked directly at the camera, moved her hips in a circular motion and pulled the panties all the way off. Her luscious pink clit was already erect and visible, even without her legs being spread wide. There she was, her beautiful body naked in front of me. It was clear that she was ready to continue, she was ready to feel "me" inside of her. 

Jenn laid back upon her bed, spreading her legs enough to give me a perfect view of her exquisite pussy that was already glistening in the light of her room from the juices that had already flowed from deep inside of her. She reached up behind her head and underneath her pillow, withdrawing a very realistic dildo from its convenient hiding place. Jenn had told me that she had bought a new toy for this occasion, one that matched my own cock. I nearly exploded as she took the cock into her hands and gently stroked the shaft. 

. . . 

Jenn continued to stroke the cock. As I watched, she dipped her fingers into the glistening pool between her legs and withdrew a bright film of moisture and spread it lovingly onto the head of the dildo. Using her thumb and forefinger, she lathered the bulbous cockhead until it shone with her own juices. 

I swear I could feel her fingers squeezing me. I realized I would have to leave my own cock alone while I watched her. I was so hot already, I knew one brief touch was all that it would take to make me cum. I was not about to let that happen so quickly. 

Jenn's face shone with the excitement she felt, knowing I was watching her every move. Several times she reached for more of her flowing lubricant and continued to cover the cock until it was shining from its head to the bulge at its base. Finally, she must have decided neither of us was going to be able to wait much longer. 

Looking up . . . looking deeply into my eyes . . . looking at me with a burning intensity that denied the fact we were hundreds of miles apart . . . Jenn took the cock, pointed it down her body, and began to slide it lower. I watched as it drew a wet trail down her tummy, sliding slowly toward its hungry destination. 

In surprise, I found that I was sitting with my face only inches from the monitor. Not only that, but my mouth was hanging open, and I was only seconds from unleashing my own oral emission of hot bodily fluids. I so wanted to extend my tongue and touch this exquisite woman that I was nearly drooling all over myself. 

I swallowed quickly and turned my attention back to Jenn. She now had the cock positioned between her legs, the head poised just below her open and waiting vagina. Delicately, she raised the long, hard instrument, letting the head slide lightly along her widely spread slit. As it slid up her body, it gently pushed her pussy lips even farther apart. I saw her breasts begin to rise and fall more dramatically as the erotic sensations grew even more intense. 

At the upper end of the path followed by the cock, I saw the tip rise and realized it had bumped as it crawled across Jenn's swollen clitoris. Sure enough, I saw a shiver flow across her entire body, and I felt a sympathetic convulsion deep inside my stomach. She stopped the movement for a moment and even twirled the cockhead directly on top of her clit. The tremors in her belly told me she was probably as close to cumming as I was. 

Again Jenn opened her eyes and looked hungrily in my direction. I could see that we both were hurting at being so far apart in the middle of this incredible intensity. I placed my palms together in front of my face, almost as if I were praying. I think she understood, as I saw her grasp the cock more firmly and point it back down lower between her legs. It slid lower, spreading her wider as it descended. Then she let the cockhead find the spot it had been seeking and with only a slight hesitation, Jenn changed the angle of its path, and gave the shaft a gentle push. 

With virtually no resistance, Jenn's waiting body gratefully accepted the fat cockhead into her depths. As I watched, she let it descend only an inch or two, then pulled it back out until I could see its full length. It shone brightly, so slippery with her flowing juices that I wondered if she might lose her grip. Again it began to enter her. Three inches . . . four . . . five. I could almost feel it happening myself. 

For several minutes, Jenn slid the long shaft slowly in and then back out of her grasping pussy lips. As she continued, a bright flush crept across her thighs, her tummy and her breasts. I knew her skin had to be hot to the touch, and I longed with every fiber of my being to do just that. The muscles below the soft skin of her inner thighs were vibrating with barely contained excitement. Even the outer lips of her vagina were now a bright fire-like red. 

Between my legs, my own cock was straining toward the screen in front of me as if it wanted to reach the miles across the Internet and imbed itself in some part . . . any part of her . . . to satisfy the urgent need Jenn had lit within me. I found my eyes were watering, so great was my desire to touch her, to caress her, to hold this magnificent woman-child, already so dear to my heart. I knew the moment was almost here. I wouldn't be able to hold out much longer. I prayed she wouldn't make me wait. 

My adorable Jenn must have sensed my need. As I watched, the depth of her strokes began to increase. At first the speed remained slow and sensual, but now on each stroke, nearly the entire length of the shaft was disappearing between her legs. I was sure the hard cockhead on the end was pushing on each thrust all the way to her cervix. 

Her hips were moving now. They rose slightly to meet each thrust, the play of her strong muscles forcing me to imagine what it would feel like to have her legs wrapped around my hips, holding me tightly against her. I found my muscles reacting in time with hers. Without thought, I was thrusting my stiff, burning cock toward her, experiencing in my mind what would have been total paradise in person. 

Jenn was close now, her desire to prolong the experience losing the battle with her fierce need for completion. I saw the fingers of one hand reach to pinch each pointed, erect nipple, then begin a slow slide down her body. The other hand grasped the cock tightly and began to increase the speed of the thrusts. Her fingers found their target, and as they began to slide determinedly around and across her clitoris, I saw her lose all restraint. She began to fuck "me" with all her desire. 

Her head was thrown back, her eyes closed. The long, hard cock was pounding into her as deeply as if it had the power of my own weight forcing it deeply into her. Jenn's beautiful legs were spread as widely apart as possible. Her knees opened and closed, raising up and falling back down as her hips fucked back at the pounding cock inside her. Her fingers flew over her clit and in less than a minute I saw her time had arrived. 

Thrusting deep inside her the fat, burning instrument that represented the best of everything we wanted to share with each other, she held it hard against her deepest recesses . . . and she began to cum. Covered with a glowing dampness, her entire body began to convulse. 

Pulling her knees tightly together, she locked the cock firmly insider her. With both hands now free, one worked her clit with feverish urgency while the other ran wildly over her breasts, her neck, into her mouth, reaching for every part of her body she imagined my hands could possibly have touched. 

She was lost in another universe. I'd never seen such an orgasm. I knew that if I had been on top of her . . . if I'd been buried inside of her . . . her convulsions would have been strong enough to lift me off the bed above her. 

My desire for her burned so hot inside of me, I felt as if I would die from the pain of separation. Between my legs, my bursting cock reached its final limit. Without a touch of my hands, I felt the explosion begin inside me. The river began at a source deeper inside than I'd ever felt before. It rose from a new dimension, pulling a fire into my world that would never be extinguished. 

That fire tortured me as it flowed like a mighty tidal wave through my cock. Grabbing myself tightly in my hands, I aimed all my desire toward my dear Jenn and let all that I had fly freely toward her. Like a jetting solar flare, my love flew across the miles between us, coating what I could see of Jenn with a thick covering of my seed. Had we been there in bed together, I felt like we both might have drowned in it. 

. . . . 

It was several minutes before we recovered enough even to look at each other. When I opened my eyes and tried to focus on her face in the screen, I saw her smiling shyly at me through the filmy froth between us. I used a tissue to wipe the screen, and accepted with a bit of embarrassment her laughing acknowledgment of the powerful explosion she had inspired in me. 

There were no words we could share at that moment. Anything we would have said would have been inadequate to both the pleasure, and the pain, that we had found. Yes, we had shared a mighty gift with each other, but no, it had not been all that it was meant to be. No matter the miles, and the years, that separated us, this was not what we deserved, not what a loving God would have wanted for us. 

In a way, it almost hurt to look at each other. I could see in her eyes that she would have given anything to turn now to lie within my arms, to drift off to sleep knowing I would be there for her in the morning. I hoped desperately that she was able to see the same intense desire in my own eyes. 

Jenn seemed nearly unable to move. Not even rising to climb under the covers, she grabbed the corner of the bedspread and pulled it over her damp body before the cool air of her bedroom could chill her. I watched her take one pillow and place it next to her. She rolled to one side, pulling the pillow to her breasts, burying her face in the top. 

All those hundreds of miles away, I felt her nestle against me, and I wrapped my arms around her. I knew all she could actually see was my hand on the screen and my face pressed close. As I watched her glance one last time at me and begin to fall fast toward sleep, I knew that for now, that would have to be enough. 

Not forever, though, I promised. No matter what lives we each led, no matter what futures we had that would not involve each other, we were tied together now in ways that would last far beyond this moment. Someday, someday we would look into each other's eyes and see the feelings that lay behind. Someday, the promise of what we had found would be realized. Someday . . . someday.



No Going Back Ch. 34



It took me several days to get up the nerve to call. I had spent one night alternating between revulsion and excitement, thinking about what had happened with Ricky. The next night, I had the same experience, imagining what it would be like in a booth at the bookstore. By the third day, I knew it was something I had to do. The fear, mixed with the desire, was intoxicating. I called Ricky and told him I'd be there at 9:00 pm. 

I somehow managed to get through work that day, although I don't remember much of what I did. When I got home, I ate a light dinner and tried to read. However, all I could do was think about what lay ahead. Before long, my panties were soaked, and I desperately wanted to shove my hand inside them. I forced myself to wait, knowing that if I let myself have the orgasm that was already so close, I'd never have the nerve to meet Ricky later. 

As the time neared, I took a shower to clean up the results of my fantasizing. It was nearly impossible to keep my hands from between my legs. I put on a long wraparound skirt that would give me the "access" I might want, but would look very conservative on the street. I wore flat, comfortable shoes and a dark denim blouse. As I viewed myself in the mirror, I certainly didn't see the "whore" I'd felt like the other day. 

I met Ricky in the parking lot of the motel and he walked me to the back of the bookstore. We didn't go straight across the street, but circled the block and came up the alley behind the building. I knew he was trying to make me feel as secret and protected as possible, and I appreciated his concern. 

We went in the bookstore through a door that had to be opened by someone from the inside. The room we entered appeared to be a kind of a waiting room. It had a couple couches, a TV and a Coke machine. There was no one else in the room, but Ricky said it was early. He said a few other girls would probably be in soon. 

I walked around the room and talked with Ricky as if this were the most normal thing in the world. On the inside, my stomach was doing somersaults, and my feet and knees felt like they were in some sort of competition for the same space. Ricky went to a cabinet and pulled out a bottle of liquor. He took a small flask and filled it, then handed it to me. 

"I'll loan you this one until you get your own. Feel free to sample it yourself , if you need a kick for your confidence. Otherwise, keep it handy for times when a man doesn't cum as quickly as you want. You can flick some on his balls and it usually burns just enough to urge him to the end. Some girls even put some their mouths and when they go back to sucking, it drives the guy totally crazy. The old bourbon blow job, right?" He looked at me like I was supposed to know exactly what he was talking about, so I smiled and nodded like I did. 

"Well, you ready?" he asked. I swallowed with some difficulty and, not even able to speak, I gestured to him to lead the way. 

We walked down a hallway that I realized had to be on the other side of the booths from the regular doors. In fact, I could tell there were places to look into each booth from this side. Ricky noticed my curiosity and stopped at one where we could hear a video running inside. 

"Here, look through this spot," he whispered. I put my eye to the little hole and realized it had to be placed so that from inside the booth, it was always hidden, either by the dark, or by the glare from the video screen. The film running at the moment lit up the inside of the booth just fine from my viewpoint. 

Inside was just what I had imagined. A man was standing in the center of the booth. He had his zipper open, and through his pants, his erect cock poked straight out toward me. He was stroking it with his hand, slowly but intensely. I heard the video machine stop and the booth went dark. I stood very still and then I heard the clink of coins from inside the booth. The man dropped several quarters into the machine, the light came back on, and the video resumed. 

The man's cock had deflated slightly from the delay, but he quickly had it long and hard again. Ricky let me stand there for another minute or two, and finally the man began stroking himself faster and harder. At last, he grabbed at his cock, tensed his hips and suddenly, a long stream of cum shot out from the tip. I swear it was such a strong stream that I thought I heard it hit the inside wall of the booth. I watched several more streams shoot from his cock and finally saw him squeeze the last drops from the end. 

It was totally disgusting to imagine the floor of that booth, especially if there had been men using it all evening. Still, the vision had started my own juices flowing, and it was with a growing intensity that I leaned back from the wall and looked at Ricky. 

"Don't worry," he said, anticipating my next question. "Your booth is yours alone. No cum drenched floor, I promise. In fact, it's nicely carpeted. You've even got a padded place for your knees. We don't want you wearing out too quickly, do we?" 

I thought he might be trying to make a joke, but he looked quite serious. He led me almost to the end of the hall and opened a door in the wall that led into a booth. I was surprised to see that there was not even a door on the other side. The only entrance was from the hallway where I'd entered. But, I saw, there were holes in the wall on each side. I'd arrived at my final destination. 

"Well, sweetheart, you're on your own," Ricky said. "You can see that no one can get to you. It'll be dark in your booth, so they can't see in. There's a little light with a switch here, so you can see as much as you want. There's a low stool to sit on if you need it, plenty of tissues, and a switch on each wall that turns on a light at the front counter. Flip either one when you're ready. Got it?" 

The look on my face was probably equivalent to the proverbial "deer in the headlights," and he actually smiled a moderately reassuring smile. "It's OK," he laughed. "You'll do fine. Believe me, I know talent when I cum in it." 

It was a gross thing for him to say, but I knew he was right. There was no room for embarrassment any more. It was time to do what I was here to do. 

He reached over and flipped one of the switches, then closed the door behind him. I realized he was quite aware that I might have sat there for a long time unable to touch the switch. I had a minute or two to look around, feel the carpeting on the floor, and test out the padding for my knees. This was totally insane, but before I could decide to leave, I heard the door on the other side of the wall open, then close. 

Quickly, I looked through the hole in the wall and saw a man's legs. I saw his knees bend and realized he was going to try to look into my booth. I moved back from the hole and saw something block the light coming from his side of the wall. My side was totally dark, so I felt sure he couldn't see in. Finally I heard him move away from the wall and I heard the clink of change as he put quarters into the machine. 

I looked through the hole, and in the light coming from the video screen, I could see the man beginning to unzip his pants. In shock, I pulled away from the hole. "Oh my God," I thought. "What am I doing here?" I wanted to run from the room. I didn't want to do this. 

Quietly, I opened the door about an inch. At the end of the hallway, near the door to the waiting room, I saw Ricky standing and talking to another girl. He looked down the hall toward me, saw the door partially open and took a step toward me. I closed the door. What else could I do? 

As I knelt back down next to the wall, I heard a single knock from the other side. What was I supposed to do? Ricky hadn't told me. I heard another knock. Confused and scared, I knocked back. 

Then, it happened. I heard the man on the other side shift his feet, and there . . . through the hole . . . a short, fat cock slid into view. As he leaned against the hole from the other side, the light coming through the hole was obscured. It was once again dark in my booth. I knew it was there; I knew there was a man's naked cock less than twelve inches from my face. The man knocked once more on the wall. He was getting impatient. 

I reached out my hand to the place I knew the hole would be. I touched bare skin. I had touched men's penises in the dark before, but this was the strangest sensation I could ever remember. The penis around which I wrapped my fingers felt more like a rubber dildo than a real man's flesh. 

It was thick and solid, but flexible as I squeezed it. The skin was smooth but wrinkled along the shaft. As I touched it, I began to notice its warmth, and it gradually began to change shape in my hand. It got harder and longer, but the first thing I noticed was its diameter. It was definitely fatter than I expected, and the head on it felt like a slightly misshapen golf ball. 

The man was already breathing hard enough that I could hear him on the other side. "Put it in your mouth!" I heard him say with frustration. With my free hand, I held a package containing a condom, and I bit off the wrapping, spit it out, and pulled the condom out of the package with my lips. It was flavored, but it still had the rubbery feel and smell that I found rather disgusting. 

I'd read in a magazine how this was supposed to be done, but I'd never imagined I'd someday have to do it for the first time without any practice. I slid the condom between my lips and my teeth, open side away from my tongue. I leaned toward the wall, using my hand on the bare cock to guide my approach. Unsure of his length, I felt my nose brush his cockhead, and I realized the moment had come. It was now or never. 

The earthy, musky smell of his penis assailed my nostrils. I touched my nose again to the end of his cock, raised my head slightly, and leaned my mouth firmly over the end of his penis. 

I pushed forward, feeling his large, swollen cockhead stretch my lips open wide. The condom also stretched tightly around his bulbous end, and I used my lips to unroll it as I slipped my mouth further and further along his thick shaft. Knowing this first action had to be complete to get the condom in place, I drew his cock as deeply into my mouth as possible. I felt him shove himself forward, thrusting his throbbing manhood firmly into the deepest recesses of my throat. 

Fighting my gag reflex, I pulled back rather quickly, almost letting his cock fall entirely from my mouth. It occurred to me suddenly that he had no way to follow me with his hips. He had no ability to force his cock back into my throat. With a swelling sense of power, I realized I truly did have the control. He could n't make me do anything. All he could do was . . . hope. 

Feeling this power gave me the confidence I had been seeking. I opened my mouth wide and drew his cock back between my lips. This time, I stopped with only his fat cockhead in my mouth, and I sucked and licked it until I could tell his entire body was almost vibrating. Then I slid my mouth deeply onto his cock and rocked my head back and forth several times, sliding him in and out of my mouth. I held him tightly with my lips, and I heard him groan as if he were fucking the tightest cunt he had even known.  

I alternated the deep strokes with holding his cockhead in my mouth and swirling my tongue around and around it. I found that's what drove him absolutely crazy. I bet it didn't take three minutes until he began slamming his hips against the wall, driving his hard cock through the hole. A wicked streak inside me laughed at how I could have backed off and let him cum loosely in the condom, but this was my first time, and I knew I had something to prove, if only to myself. I leaned my mouth firmly against the hole in the wall and sucked at his cock for all I was worth. His long shaft pounded fiercely deep into my throat. Three or four such thrusts and I felt the first stream of cum begin to fill the rubber inside my mouth. He held his hips hard against the wall, and as I sucked delightedly at the hardness buried inside me, I could feel his entire body shaking against the wall on the other side. 

I held him in my mouth for several seconds until I was sure he was done, then before he could withdraw, I used a tissue to slide the condom off his rapidly deflating penis. He sighed contentedly as it slid off him, and as I watched, my first success withdrew from sight through the hole in the wall. 

I sat with my back against the far wall, listening to the man closing his pants, zipping his zipper, and buckling his belt. I felt a strange satisfaction, a realization that I had accomplished something beyond my wildest imagination. I was lost in my own thoughts, expecting the man to open and close the door on the other side, when I sensed the light through the hole darken as something covered it. 

"That was awesome," I heard a voice say, coming directly from the hole in the wall. "It was the best anyone's ever done. Here, my telephone number is on this paper. Please, please call me. I'd give anything to see you in private. Call me, please!" 

He shoved a piece of paper through the door, then I heard him leave the room and walk down the hallway. I flipped on the little light above the hole and looked at what he had written. It was indeed a telephone number, and it was written on a hundred dollar bill.



No Going Back Ch. 35



I was stunned. Less than ten minutes and I was holding a hundred dollars in my hands. For a brief instant I envisioned my future . . . two hours a night in this booth and the rest of the day free. That instant was sufficient, and I quickly laughed at the idea, then dropped the bill next to the door. This was not, I reminded myself, about money. It was, however, not a bad bonus. I'd have to watch out, though. This could get to be too much fun. 

Feeling a little drunk with success, I reached across to the other wall and flipped the switch. I knew another light had just lit up in the front of the store. I sat on the floor, leaning against the wall and waited. What would this cock be like, I wondered. Before I could get too far along that line of thought, reality again arrived. I heard the door open and close on the other side of the wall. 

I knelt and peeked through the hole, ready to move quickly, but this man didn't bother to try and look through the hole in the wall. I watched as he locked the door to his booth, then actually pulled off his pants and his underwear. He turned and when I saw his penis for the first time, I gasped. He wasn't even partially erect, and he had to be seven inches inches long. His cock actually swung side to side like a pendulum as he moved. 

He must have heard me gasp, because I heard him chuckle out loud. He reached for his penis and held it in his hand. The head and several inches extended beyond his grip, and for a moment, I truly felt scared. Then, I remembered where I was, and how safe this was going to be. Almost immediately, I began to get excited. 

I was about to be presented with a huge, beautiful cock. It was going to be offered to me separate from its owner, mine to enjoy, without any worry about it being used on me without my full permission. It would slide into my mouth only as far as I wanted. And suddenly I found I wanted it to slide in a long, long way. 

"Hey sweetheart, you ready?" came a voice from the other room. It was a low, rumbling warm voice that stirred me in the pit of my stomach. I don't believe this, I thought, I'm getting excited about this man who's about to stick his dick in my mouth. In fact, my mouth was already beginning to water, and that wasn't the only part of my body that was getting moist. 

By now, I was feeling pretty safe and confident, and I quickly pulled off my own skirt and panties. "This is what I came here for," I thought. "Might as well do this right." 

I knocked once on the wall, and I heard him move closer. "I'm gonna skip the video," I heard the sexy voice say. "You think you're good enough to get me off without any help?" I could hear the gentle laughter in the question, and I resolved to show him I was every bit "good enough." 

I only had to wait a moment, and there it was. His long, incredible cock began to slide into view. I knew he was teasing me, but he slid it very, very slowly through the hole. I swear from the time the fat cockhead appeared, it took him ten seconds to slide it all the way through. It seemed to grow forever, and by the time his hips reached his side of the wall, I was beginning to imagine his cock reaching to the other wall of my booth. 

In fact, the portion that awaited my drooling mouth had to be at least seven inches of rapidly growing flesh. Unable to wait, I reached out and wrapped my fingers around it. His cock was already hot and hard. Its heat seemed to draw my face toward it, and I almost forgot all about unwrapping a condom. Quickly, I got myself under better control, prepared the rubber in my mouth, and sucked that magnificent shaft into my mouth. 

Without surprise, I found my face never got near the wall. I probably got four or five inches into my mouth, but that put his cockhead all the way at the back of my throat. There was no way at this angle that he was going to get any deeper. I used my fingers to unroll the condom the rest of the way, but even then it barely reached the base of his shaft. 

"Why the hell is he here paying for this?" I wondered. "There must be hundreds of women who would die to get hold of him." I realized that was a question for another time, and I began sliding him in and out of my mouth, my saliva thoroughly lubricating him without any effort. 

I was pleased to realize that he was content to hold his hips steady against the wall and let me work on him at my own pace. I worked up and down his shaft for a minute, then found that when I grasped him around the base of his cock, it still extended a couple inches beyond my hand. "Now this is perfect," I said to myself. "I can take him into my mouth all the way until my nose touches my hand. It's the perfect depth." 

I alternated sliding my mouth on and off him with holding him in mouth and swirling his cockhead with my tongue. I experimented with the best rhythm until I could tell he was starting to lose control. His hips didn't want to stay still. I could feel him trying to shove himself further through the hole. 

By now, I was drooling heavily from my mouth, and nearly dripping between my legs. I held him with one hand and slid my other hand to my pussy. I was shocked at how hot and wet it was, but not at all surprised how close I was already to cumming. This was what I had been dreaming of for weeks, and the power of the realization of the dream was more than I had expected. 

Before I could stop, my fingers touched my clit in that absolutely perfect way, and I actually began cumming. A combined growl and cry erupted from my throat, and I know my mouth clamped down tightly on the cock between my lips. I would have expected the pressure to drive him over the edge, but as my body spasmed, I heard his voice through the wall. 

"I'd give anything to be inside you. Please! Please, do it! Quickly!" 

Lost in that moment of passion, there was no thought about right or wrong. I let his cock slide from my mouth, I stood up, turned, and leaned my ass back in the direction of the hole in the wall. I forgot what a short distance I had to lean back, and before I was ready, I felt his burning cockhead slide wetly between my asscheeks. My momentum forced him deeper, past my tight little asshole, and right up against the entrance to my sopping cunt. 

I hesitated for an instant, but my body wanted to be filled in a way that was completely undeniable. I placed my hands on the wall in front of me and pushed. His fat cockhead spread my opening, then popped tightly beyond the constriction and deep into my grasping pussy. Inch by inch, his staff slid into me, until after what seemed like eternity, I felt my ass slap juicily against the wall. He was all the way deep inside me! 

The fullness I felt sent my orgasm racing back up the scale. My knees were shaking, my breath was rasping in my throat, I jammed my ass against the wall and waited. I didn't have to wait long. 

He began slowly, sliding his long cock in and out. The length of it took such a surprising amount of time to enter me and pull out of me that each stroke seemed to create a mini-orgasm of its own. I'd never felt such a stroke. I wanted it to last forever, but I had him so close that he didn't last long. Only about a minute after I slid myself onto him, he increased his speed and began thrusting himself forcefully through the hole in the wall. 

I did my best to keep myself pushed tight against the wall, but his powerful lunges and the depth he was entering me pushed my ass again and again off the wall. The slapping of my flesh against the booth must have been audible to others in nearby booths, but I didn't care. All I wanted was to prolong and intensify the unbelievable orgasm I was experiencing. 

When he began to expand inside me as the spurts of his own orgasm erupted, I thought I was actually going to scream. I clapped one hand over my mouth as the fingers of the other hand circled my clit wildly. I know I clamped down on him so tight, if he had pulled out of me, he might not have been able to get back in. His cum streamed into the condom inside me so powerfully, I could feel it even through the rubber. 

As his final spurts warmed the very entrance to my womb, I felt him shudder to completion, then hold himself as deeply in me as the wall between us allowed. I leaned just as firmly against him, and tried desperately to catch my breath. Finally, he slowly pulled out of me, sending one last vibration through my entire body. 

Freed of the support of his cock inside me, my ass slid down the wall, leaving a wet trail. I ended up sitting on the floor, my back to the wall, then fell gently to the side, ending up curled in a fetal position on the carpeted bottom of the booth. All was quiet, but I could feel my heart still beating strongly. 

I don't even know how long we both remained silent on opposite sides of the wall. My mind was a blank, my consciousness lost somewhere else deep inside my body. Then, a voice sounded near the hole on the wall. 

"My God, who are you?!?" the voice quivered. "What was that?! What did you do to me? No one has ever . . ." 

He was silent for a moment. Then, "Please, I can't leave without knowing. I have to understand." Knowing it was wrong to respond, I still found myself saying, "I can't explain. I can't tell you anything. Please . . . just go. Don't ask me any more questions." 

"I can tell you're not a young girl," he continued. "Why are you there? How can I find you again? I can't stand this. I need to know." 

"Go away," I said, a catch in my voice. "Just go away." 

"I'll be back, and I will find you," he said. "I had no idea. I don't have much with me. I have more, I promise. I'll bring more." I heard him pushing paper through the hole in the wall. "My phone number, it's there. Please contact me. I have to talk to you. Please!" 

I lay there without answering, and finally, I heard the door open and close on the other side of the wall. I lay there, unwilling to move, and totally uninterested in flipping the switch connected to the front of the store. I was still lying there when Ricky opened the door.

"What the fuck?" he began. I saw him try to understand what he was seeing. I was lying there on the floor of the booth, naked from the waist down, my inner thighs wet from my own juices. He bent over me and picked up the money on the floor. In addition to the hundred dollar bill, there were two twenties. He noticed the telephone numbers on the bills. 

"Two men, less than twenty minutes, and you got $140 dollars already? What the fuck did you do?" I had nothing to say, and he just stood there and looked at me, apparently in amazement. 

"Well, it sure looks like you're done for tonight. Come on, let's get you dressed." He helped me into a sitting position and helped me put on my panties. I thought it was sweet how he slid them over my feet and pulled them up high enough for me to reach. He pulled me up to a standing position and handed me my skirt. Once I was decent, he walked me back to the waiting room . There were two girls there, sitting on the couches. "Go take over Room One," he ordered one girl. "You, go take a smoke," he told the other. They both left quickly. 

Ricky looked again at the bills in his hand. "I could take a cut out of this, you know." He looked at me to see my reaction. When I shrugged my shoulders, he dropped the money in my lap. "I don't know what's going on with you, but nobody's ever got tips like that on their first night before." 

A man came into the room and handed Ricky a note. He read it, then looked at me with even more interest. "Man, I already got two offers for a private session with you. Want to make some real money?" 

This was more than I could deal with. All I wanted was to go home, take a hot bath, and crawl into my soft, warm bed. Then, I might be able to think about what had happened, but not yet. No matter how totally satisfied I felt, it was too soon to think about anything but the pleasure. I stood up and began to stagger toward the door. Ricky offered to get me the room across the street, but once I got my feet moving in the same direction, I felt I'd be OK. 

"Call me tomorrow," Ricky urged. "You've got work to do."



No Going Back Ch. 36



Jenn and I continued to correspond, often sharing some wonderful experiences using the Webcams. I thought (and fantasized) about meeting her often, but I never really expected it to happen. Eventually she met Michael, and her love life returned to a much more normal set of circumstances. It was obvious that she was happy, and that was enough to satisfy me. 

It felt strange when she told me a little about her relationship with Michael. She didn't share anything too intimate, but after all I felt she and I had shared, I still found myself a bit uneasy imagining them together. She even attached a picture of the two of them to one of her e-mails. I had to admit that they looked great together. He was a good looking man, and Jenn, as always, was beautiful. 

In spite of myself, I did imagine them together. If I couldn't be with her myself, then it was a rather intense experience to visualize Michael pleasing her as I might have wished. Obviously, I had never seen him naked, but it was not too difficult to imagine his young, strong body lowering itself onto her . . . entering her . . . driving her crazy with pleasure. God, what I would have given to have seen that in person. 

My fantasies got a powerful burst when Jenn told me she and Michael were coming to DC. She said she had told Michael about me, and he was interested in meeting me. She said he was thankful that I was there for her during the awful experience she had gone through with the former boyfriend. I was relieved that Michael understood and didn't see me as competition (as if that were possible!), but I was still nervous about the prospect. 

It was a beautiful fall weekend when they arrived. They were staying at one of the nicer hotels downtown within easy walking distance of the Mall. I let them have Saturday morning to themselves to see the obvious attractions like the Washington Monument, the Lincoln Memorial and the Smithsonian. I met them midafternoon and took them to one of my favorite, and less well-known places, the Roosevelt Memorial. 

As we walked through the warm, fall sunshine, I had my first real chance to look at Jenn. Again and again, my heart caught in my throat as I watched her turn, bend, reach, and move in all the normal ways a lovely young woman innocently offers herself to the world. I drank in her beauty, admiring her legs, her hair, her eyes . . . and yes, I snuck glances as often as possible at her breasts. It was impossible not to overlay the pictures in my head across the clothed body walking near me. 

It was actually a burden of sorts to know of the charms that lay so close beneath the thin layers of fabric. My all too vivid imagination placed her most hidden virtues clearly in front of my eyes, and it was sometimes necessary to force my focus onto something other than her body. Otherwise, the effect on my own body was too close to creating an embarrassing scene. I doubted Michael would have been sympathetic had he noticed evidence that I was "seeing" his girlfriend in such an inappropriate way. 

No matter, it was the greatest joy I ever expected to receive from Jenn, just to walk beside her and sense the warmth of her body, even from a distance of several feet. I knew that was also in my imagination, but I didn't really care. I took what she was willing to give, and was thankful. Once or twice, our eyes even met and lingered, and I was sure she understood what I was feeling. 

After the tour, I walked them back to their hotel. It had been a nice opportunity to meet them, and I was happy I had done nothing to ruin the comfort they had both seemed to have with my presence. In fact, Michael had been as friendly and appreciative of my attentions as I could ever have hoped. I felt attracted to both Jenn and Michael, and I regretted that they lived so far away. I knew the distance was actually a good thing, but still, I loved seeing them together, even if all it gave me was a small, confusing, and a bit of a guilty thrill. Ah well, I thought, fantasies will have to suffice. 

In the lobby, Michael said his goodbyes and headed for the elevator. With obvious confidence and lot of class, he left Jenn alone with me to say her own farewells. 

"Jenn . . .," I began. 

""Shhhh," Jenn quickly hushed me. She leaned forward, hugged me tightly, and whispered. "Michael's going out for a while to pick up some friends who we're taking to dinner later. Wait five minutes, then come up to room 514. I want to tell you goodbye more appropriately. See you soon." 

She turned and ran quickly back to Michael and slipped into the elevator as the door closed. I hadn't even had the chance to say anything. Stunned, I wondered what to do. Realizing there was no way I could leave after such an invitation, I stumbled over to a chair back in the corner of the lobby and sat. 

After a few minutes, I saw Michael come back out of the elevator, car keys in hand, and I saw Jenn had been serious. She was upstairs waiting for me. I had no real idea what she had in mind. I was sure it was innocent, but what a situation to imagine. Heart pounding, I stood up and headed for the elevator. 

When I came out of the elevator on the fifth floor, Jenn already had her head poking out the door of her room, watching for me. "Come on," she laughed, an huge smile on her face, "Hurry." 

I trotted to the door, she grabbed my hand, pulled me into the room, and threw her arms around me. "Don't look so shocked," she giggled. "Did you actually think I was going to give you a little hug, a peck on the cheek, and send you on your way forever? After all you did for me, you actually thought that was all I wanted to give you? You are so funny!" 

I wanted to understand what she was saying, but the effect of having Jenn . . . there . . . in my arms . . . after all the fantasies, the imaginings . . . it was too intoxicating to allow for clear thinking. "Jenn," I tried, "I didn't think . . . I mean, I wanted you, but . . . but we can't, I mean we shouldn't . . . but . . . " 

Jenn looked in my eyes, and she saw I wasn't sure what she was offering. "Oh Roger," she smiled. "I'm not suggesting anything . . . inappropriate. I just wanted you to have a few minutes here, alone with me, so I could say thank you, in private. That's not anything bad, is it?" 

I was relieved, and then a bit disappointed, to realize she hadn't intended anything . . . intimate. But then again, we were alone together, she was in my arms, this was far more than I had ever expected. Who was I to complain? 

"I understand," I said. "And yes, I'm grateful just to be here. Thank you for this chance. So, how do we say goodbye?," I said, with my own smile. 

"Hmmmmm," Jenn murmured, "I guess most friends who have shared as much as we have deserve a goodbye kiss, wouldn't you think?" 

I certainly couldn't disagree with that. I looked warmly into her beautiful eyes, ran my fingers lightly through the hair and prepared for a kiss I'd dreamed of for many months. The anticipation made the moment seem to last forever, then our lips met in a gentle contact. Jenn allowed the kiss to last, and when I found the nerve to extend the tip of my tongue in an offering, she met it with her own. 

In my mind, I couldn't resist the image. At that moment, I held in my arms the most beautiful, the most sensuous . . . and the most naked woman I could imagine. The fantasy was so powerful, without any way to stop it, I felt my body respond. In only seconds, I was hard and throbbing, and I knew without a doubt she could feel me thrusting against her hips. 

I knew this had to stop, before I embarrassed us both. As I began to lean back away from her, to my shock, I felt her hand slide down my chest, over my stomach, and find the one spot I never expected her to touch. "Oh, my!" she said in surprise. "That happened so fast. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to . . . oh, poor Roger, I'm sorry," she said, now giggling in a way that didn't seem at all insulted. 

"Yes, I know, I better let you go, but you know, after all that has happened, I'd really like to . . . you know . . . see what we've been talking about all these months. Maybe . . . you'd like to . . . show me?" 

I was having trouble breathing, certainly too much trouble to be able to say anything. I guess I nodded, because slowly I felt Jenn reach for my belt and with calm determination, unbuckle my pants and slide open the zipper. Before I could say a word, she had slipped my pants and briefs down below my knees and was again nestled in my arms. Her hand slid between us and I felt her fingers wrap softly around me. I was as hard as I'd ever been, and I heard her breath catch in her throat as she realized what her touch was doing to me. 

"Just enjoy this," she whispered in my ear. "Let me stroke you for a moment. If it's enough to make you cum, that's OK, just warn me. This is how I want to say thank you, to you, my Roger, my long distance protector, my friend, my love, mine . . . mine . . . mine" 

Her words were hypnotic, her touch was driving me insane. I turned my face to kiss her again, knowing that if her fingers continued their magic for only a minute longer, I was indeed going to need to warn her of what was about to happen. 

Then, before either of us could understand at all what was happening, the door opened. We turned, and as we stood there, Jenn's hand wrapped tightly around my hard, red, throbbing cock, we each looked with horror into Michael's disbelieving eyes. 

"What the fuck are you doing?" growled Michael. 

I looked in Jenn's eyes and saw much less horror than I felt myself. She looked more embarrassed than guilty. 

"Oh, Michael, I was just trying to tell Roger thank you. You understand, don't you?" 

Michael looked at her, and to my surprise, he actually seemed to be thinking about it. 

"So, you were going to fuck him? Just like that . . . without telling me?" 

"Of course not, Michael. Give me credit for some intelligence. You see what I was doing. I've got all my clothes on. This was just a gift for him." 

"I don't know, Jenn, I really don't appreciate this at all. You could have told me, you know." 

"Hey, Michael, I'm really sorry," I began. 

"Now you . . . you I am mad at. Who do you think you are? You thought this was appropriate? You thought I wouldn't care? What a real asshole. I think you ought to be taught a lesson." 

Michael strode across the room toward me. Standing there with my pants tangled around my ankles, I wasn't in much position to defend myself. He grabbed my by the hair and forced me to my knees in front of Jenn. 

"You want her, you bastard, OK, you can have her. Jenn, sit on the edge of that chair and pull your skirt up. Do it, damn you." 

Jenn did look surprised, but still she didn't look as shocked as I would have expected. She stepped back and sat down on the front edge of a deeply cushioned chair. From only a few feet away, I watched her grasp her loose skirt and pull it up toward her waist. There, on my knees, I saw as it came into view, a sight I'd imagined too many times to believe. 

The thin material passed her knees and slid slowly up her thighs. I stared in wonder at the soft, pale, lovely skin I had seen only in pictures and over the Internet. Here it was, the dream that had inspired so many, many fantasies. In the moment it took to marvel at what was happening, her hands pulled the dress all the way up to her waist. My eyes followed the long lines of those exquisite inner thighs until my gaze rested right where it even now hesitated to look. 

Her panties were a bright red silk, so tight that I could see the contours of her thick outer pussy lips. The material was dark enough so that I couldn't tell if it was already damp. Then, without realizing I had moved, I found myself already crouched between her open knees. 

"Yeah, that's right, if you want that pussy so much, I'm gonna let you have it, but not like you want, that's for sure. Jenn, you get those panties off, right now." 

Without hesitation, Jenn grasped the waistband and in one quick move, had her panties over her ankles and on the floor by the chair. With what looked like conscious pride, she lowered her feet back to the floor on either side of my knees and in a slow, deliberate move, opened her knees before me. 

I couldn't help it. As her thighs parted, my vision locked on the place where her thighs met. The prominent lips of her vulva held together for a split second, then spread open enticingly to reveal a wet, red vagina that seemed to pulse as it displayed itself to my hungry gaze. I felt the moisture in my mouth about to run over my lips, and I was stunned to see how ready I was to feast on the meal in front of me. 

"Don't wait for permission from me," Michael spat. "You want it, you show us all how much. You think you're so hot a lover, let's see how long it takes for you to make her cum." 

Part of my mind rebelled at bending over with Michael standing directly behind me. I knew that at any moment, I could find a foot buried firmly between my legs, and that thought alone had deflated my cock back to a flaccid tubular stem hanging loosely between my legs. In spite of that, the glistening vision before me was completely and totally impossible to resist. It was what I'd dreamed of for so long, and I blocked any risk from my mind, leaned forward and let my face slide delicately along one beautiful inner thigh. 

It was nearly dizzying, almost like falling headfirst into a deep, dark bottomless well. Just before I hit bottom, I extended my tongue to break the fall. It nestled comfortably onto a pair of firm, long pillows and immediately sensed the heat building between them. Somewhere far above me, a heavy moan surfaced, and like an ocean wave, it rolled down, upon and over me, burying me even deeper in the depths. 

Some part of my consciousness reminded me that this should be more about Jenn than about me, and I focused determinedly on the glorious gift I'd found. I sent my tongue on a search for the most wonderfully sensitive spots it could find, and from the variations in the sounds above, I quickly learned what Jenn liked. Within only a minute or two, I was amazed at the heat my actions were generating. It was like sticking my head face first into a sauna. 

Her moisture was now coating my entire face. Her legs were spread so wide that it seemed her engorged outer pussy lips were nearly against my ears. My nose felt like it was about to hit her cervix and I found myself imagining an actual return to the womb. Her hips were thrusting against my swirling tongue, and I knew all would have to do was let my nose bump against her clitoris and her orgasm would begin. I heard her moans began to rise in pitch and I was about to send her over the top when I felt hands grasp my shoulders and pull me away. Above me, Jenn howled in despair as my face literally popped out of her pussy. 

"Oh, no you don't," Michael laughed. "She's not ready yet, are you, my dear Jenn?" 

Michael pulled me a bit away from the chair and rolled me over on my back. He then quickly dragged Jenn down to the floor, turned her onto her hands and knees and positioned her crotch directly about my face. 

"There you go, a new position that I think I'll enjoy much more. Now, get back to it, both of you." I certainly didn't need much encouragement. Above me, Jenn's bright red, dripping pussy waited. Without even having to lift my head, Jenn slid her knees further apart and nestled herself securely back onto my face. I felt my tongue virtually sucked back up into her and gladly resumed the enthusiastic face fucking that I was giving her. 

I had barely continued my wonderful labors when I suddenly felt knees place themselves on either side of my chest, tight up into my armpits. My hands on Jenn's ass were pushed aside and before I could react, Jenn's hips were pushed forward off my face and I could once again see down toward my chest. 

I knew before looking what I was about to witness. Michael was kneeling behind Jenn, his own ass resting on my chest, and there, pointed as much at me as at Jenn, was a long, hard cock. Michael's cock was beautiful, even to me. It was smooth and wide, with a head perfectly proportioned for its purpose. His balls were full and heavy, hanging down enough to swing freely as his hips inched their way toward Jenn's widely spread thighs. 

I wondered desperately what he expected me to do, but I saw his fingers reach to open Jenn's pussy lips and I knew his intentions were all focused on her. In preparation for his assault, I quickly returned my attentions to Jenn, and as Michael positioned his engorged cockhead at her entrance, I extended my tongue and flicked the tip across her distended clitoris. The combination of that whip across her clit and the beginning of the entrance of Michael's burning cock was enough to send her over the edge. 

Her wail was hardly muffled by her thighs pinned against my ears. I strained my eyes to see and was thrilled by the sight of a gorgeous cock spreading Jenn's bloodred cuntlips and sliding forcefully deep into her body. To my surprise and my pleasure, Michael's balls rocked firmly against my chin. As he set up his tempo of thrusts into Jenn, they swung back and forth, beating a rhythm against my face. I understood for the first time how exciting that must be for a woman as a man's balls bumped over and over against her clitoris. 

Our combined attentions to Jenn were driving her nearly insane. She would have an incredibly intense orgasm that lasted at least 30 seconds, then she would seem to catch her breath for about the same length of time, then she would be hit with another orgasm just as incredible as the one before. I began to wonder how long she could last at that pace. 

My own excitement was growing with each passing moment. I couldn't see down my body, but I knew my cock had to be as hard as it had ever been. My lust was so intense that as I looked at Michael's cock thrusting over and over into Jenn, I too felt nearly ready to go insane. Pulling my face away from Jenn's pussy, I opened my lips, and as Michael thrust forward, I allowed his balls to swing perfectly into my gently sucking mouth. 

His thrusts were short enough now that I could keep his balls in my mouth and run my tongue around and around them as he buried himself deep inside the woman we both loved. It only took a few thrusts before I heard his breathing begin to get louder and deeper. Suddenly, to my amazed excitement, I felt his balls begin to throb, and far above me, I heard Michael cry out in his own overwhelming release. 

Jenn's cries joined with his as they both exploded in mutual orgasm. I released his balls and my tongue went crazy, licking every part of the two lovers that my mouth could reach. The combined explosions created a river that overflowed Jenn's tightly clenching pussy. I was immediately drenched in a river of the juices from their dripping genitals. 

Michael's orgasm must have been incredible, because as his beautiful cock slid slowly from Jenn's grasping cunt, it was already drooping slightly in relaxation. Jenn felt him withdraw and moaned in frustration. Impossibly, she still wanted more. 

I felt Michael back away. Then, I felt him put his hands on Jenn's hips, and he began to slide her toward him. Her dripping pussy moved away from my face and began to slide wetly down across my chest. As I lay on my back and watched, across my vision passed her flat tummy and then her beautiful breasts. Her movement stopped, and in total, grateful amazement, my hands reached behind her back and I pulled her breasts down onto my waiting lips. 

This was no time for teasing, and I sucked one hard nipple deep into my mouth and took the other nipple between the fingers of one hand. Her deep moan of pleasure made me shiver, and I felt my cock throb heavily between my legs. I sucked and sucked on her nipples, alternating between them as I ran my tongue in circles around each of them. Above me, it sounded like Jenn was approaching another huge orgasm. Then, before it could happen, I felt Michael again grasp Jenn's hips and her breasts were pulled away of my face and further down my body. 




No Going Back Ch. 36



"Well, Roger, I guess you've earned this," Michael's voice sighed from down near my feet. "I hope you appreciate what Jenn and I are about to give you." 

The realization of what he was saying dawned at the same time as Jenn slid lower and I felt the tip of my burning cockhead touch something even hotter and wetter. I looked up and found myself looking directly into Jenn's widely open eyes. Her excitement was so total, I'm not sure she truly realized what was happening, but as my hands reached for her face, she lowered herself to meet me. Our lips met, tongues desperately searching for each other, and it happened. 

With a powerful tug of Michael's hands on Jenn's hips, I felt her slide down my body, and my cock burst forcefully past her tight opening and deep into her heavenly grasping vagina. 

I was inside her! I was buried completely all the way inside this beautiful, writhing woman, a woman I had dreamed of for what seemed like forever. The immensity of what was happening made both Jenn and me throw our heads back, and our eyes met again. This time, it was clear she understood what was happening, and with a radiance that nearly blinded me, she smiled. 

She smiled . . . at me. 

Sitting up, her hips tightly clenched against mine, Jenn began to slide herself up and down on me. Her hips moved in the most incredible way and without any effort on my part, I felt my cock sliding into and out of her, faster and more powerfully than I thought possible. My hands moved quickly to her firm breasts, and she leaned against my hands, driving her hips even harder against me. Losing all control, I thrust myself upward to meet each of her own, and began to fuck my beautiful Jenn in the way I had so desperately imagined. I was in heaven. 

I knew I wasn't going to last long at this pace. I felt Jenn's pussy clench tightly, and I sensed her go into another extended orgasm. I grabbed her in my arms and pulled her to my chest. I held her as tightly and as lovingly as if she were my own, forever and ever, and then . . . I felt Michael's knees again shift to a position on either side of mine. 

The part of my mind not lost inside of Jenn realized where Michael had to be kneeling. I felt him move slightly, and I opened my eyes to look at Jenn. Her own eyes were rolling wildly as she twisted and turned, trying to look behind her. 

"Relax, my darling," he whispered warmly, and I instead sensed her tense nearly every muscle in her body. She hesitated, then lay her chest back down upon mine, burying her face against my neck. I think she even held her breath, and for a moment, all three of us seemed to wait an eternity for what was about to happen. 

The first thing I felt was a burning hot pressure against my balls. The sensation was brief, then I heard Jenn gasp loudly into my ear. Her body jerked higher on my chest, then even though I was buried deeply in her pussy, my cock suddenly felt as if a hand had grasped it and squeezed it tight. I'd never felt a vagina envelope my cock with such pressure, and then it hit me. 

Michael had forced his cock deep into Jenn's ass. She was filled with two cocks at once, the result being that each of our cocks were being squeezed in the most delightful vise. 

It took a moment of marveling at the sensation I was feeling before I realized what Michael's action must have done to Jenn. Opening my eyes again, I felt her raise herself off my chest. This time her own eyes were rolled back in her head, so far that only the whites of her eyes were showing. I had no idea whether she had ever experienced anything like this before, but it was clear she was totally consumed by the intensity of the moment. 

I felt Michael pull back slowly and the tightness around my cock lessened. Then he shoved himself forward and I was squeezed tightly again. As he held himself still, I flexed my hips and withdrew my cock halfway from Jenn's quivering body. As I pushed myself back into her, I felt Michael move in opposition. In only a second or two, we set up an alternating pattern of thrusts, and above me Jenn's body rocked in the rapid fire assault of two hard driving cocks. 

It was the most incomparable experience I had ever had. I could feel Michael's cock against mine each time either of us moved. I couldn't begin to imagine what Jenn was feeling. I held my control as long as possible, and I may have lasted a minute. With a combination of regret and unimaginable joy, I felt my balls begin to burn and tighten. An unstoppable groan began deep in my throat, and I felt Jenn tense above me as she realized what was about to happen. 

The contractions of her most immense orgasm yet began, and I could tell the change in pressure sent Michael over the edge, also. All three of us began what felt like a powerful, mutual earthquake, and with the greatest ecstasy, I felt the flood leave my balls, travel wildly through the length of my cock, and explode like a fountain deep inside Jenn's pulsing, throbbing cunt. On the other side of the thin membrane, Michael's streams of hot cum burst into Jenn's bowels, and I could feel the heat myself from his burning ejaculations. 

Jenn screamed in total abandon, and her body was wracked by convulsions. As our bursting cocks continued to fill both her holes, her orgasm went on and on and on. We both held her securely and lovingly, protecting her from harm as she ground out her overwhelming rapture. 

He and I lay still, feeling her tighten and release, tighten and release. Finally, even as all three of us continued to gasp for air, we felt her grip on our cocks begin to lessen. It took a few minutes, but finally, her body relaxed enough to allow first Michael, then me, to withdraw our thoroughly drained, but still semi-rigid cocks from her slippery, sweaty body. 

Jenn wasn't completely unconscious, but she was far from coherent at that moment. We rolled her onto her back, then onto her side with her head on Michael's chest. He wrapped his arms around her and held her tenderly. I sat with my back against the chair and looked into Michael's eyes. I had no idea what he was feeling and wished there was some way to know. Then, he reached toward me, took my hand, and placed it on Jenn's head. 

I smiled at him, and lightly stroked her hair. In Michael's arms, Jenn sighed and snuggled more deeply against him. Together we admired her, caressed her, loved her, as she basked in the afterglow of an experience few women could ever know. 

"I love you both," I whispered to Michael. 

"I know," he answered quietly, and we understood that was all that needed to be said. 

I pulled the cover off the bed and laid it over the two of them, tucking it around their lovingly entwined bodies. A quick shower and then I was dressed and ready to go. I knew they needed time alone to share in private what had happened, but before I left, I sat down on the floor beside them and touched Michael's shoulder. 

He opened his eyes and I could tell he understood why I was leaving. "You can call me anytime," I said quietly, "but if you don't, I'll understand." 

Michael reached out his hand and pulled me down toward Jenn's sleeping body. I kissed her gently on the forehead, and he nodded to me in acknowledgement of how much he knew I cared for her.

"Goodbye, Michael," I said with a smile. "I wish the two of you every happiness." 

"Thank you, Roger," he replied, and as I closed the door to their room, I saw him pull Jenn even more closely to his chest.



No Going Back Ch. 37



I woke the next morning a bit confused and disoriented. It took a few moments lying in bed with my eyes closed before I was able to piece together exactly what had happened in the past twenty-four hours. Once I had it all straight in my mind, I was still unsure what to think. I was somewhat horrified to realize what I had done, yet, I felt a strange pride about the very same actions. And yes, underneath it all, I was still a little excited about the wonderful things I had experienced. 

I was here, home, safe in my bed, alone, and I felt like I had taken on the world and beat it at its own game. The hundred and forty dollars on my night table didn't hurt my feelings either, although I did realize exactly what that made me. "Screw it," I thought. "I earned every dollar of it." 

Then I asked myself the next obvious and important question. "Was I going to go back?" Before I could answer, the telephone next to the money began to ring. Somehow, I just knew it was going to be Ricky. 

"Have I got a deal for you," he said, before I could get in a single word. "You created such a stir last night, that I got you a job where you don't even have to touch anyone. What do you think about that?" 

"That's crazy," I answered. "What are you talking about?" 

"The word spread quickly that there was a 'new girl' in town, and now everyone wants a chance to see what you got, and I mean only 'see.' Because I was able to verify that you got something worth seeing, I arranged a party where all you have to do is show off that hot body of yours." 

"Hell, no!" I exclaimed. "Are you insane? I'm not going to strip in front of anyone. I'd never be able to show my face on the street again." 

"Got that covered. Listen. You don't even have to show your face. You'll wear a mask. That's the attraction you have at the moment. No one knows who you are, they just know that you're not some fucked up little bitch trying to support her drug habit. You're a wild card, a hot middle aged lady with something to prove. That drives men wild. They'll pay anything for a look at what you got. And believe me, sister, after they see you and the stories about last night get exaggerated even further, you gonna be worth a mint. We're gonna make us some real bread. Can you do it tonight?" 

I was stunned. He really was insane. Yet, would men really pay, simply to see me take off my clothes when they wouldn't even know who I was? God, that was exciting. Me, sexy enough at my age to get men off just by looking at me. It was almost irresistible. Hell, it was irresistible! 

"You can really arrange that?" I asked. 

"Damn straight. Pick out something sexy to wear and think about what you'll want to do in front of them. If you need help, let me know. I'll see you at 8:00 pm." 

He hung up before I could say another word. He already knew me well enough to play me just right. I resented that, but I was sure I could handle this. He needed me, and I was writing my own terms. This was going to be wild. 

I showed up at 8:00 as Ricky had said. He snuck me into the back and laid out the plan. 

"We have this large open room upstairs. Tonight there will about 10-12 men waiting to see you. Usually there are only a couple, but like I said, word travels fast. We don't even have enough girls to service all of them at once, but it'll work out. I guarantee you a minimum of $10 each, with the possibility of additional tips. If all you do is strip, that may not amount to much, but the girls are expected to cut you in for some portion of what they get. Simple enough?" 

"Well, actually," I asked, "What do I really do? This is not exactly second nature to me." 

Ricky looked at me closely. I had decided to wear one of my best business suits. I figured what the men were really looking for in a woman my age was the exact opposite of the "hot young things" they normally saw. They wanted someone who looked prim, proper, inaccessible. Then, everything I gave them would seem even more . . . illicit. 

Ricky's look was appreciative. "You know," he said thoughtfully, "It may even be better if you don't know what you're doing. It will probably excite them even more. Just stand up there, look uncomfortable, and do what seems to provoke the best reaction. I've already come to expect surprises from you. You'll do fine." 

It was almost 8:30 by the time Ricky took me upstairs. At the door to the big room, he let me look through a small window. There were a dozen men waiting, all sitting in chairs arranged in a circle. Six bare breasted young women were wandering around, serving drinks and making conversation. In the center of the circle, Ricky had already managed to get a wooden office desk from somewhere else in the building. 

With a large pair of sunglasses that covered a great deal of my face, I felt sufficiently unrecognizable. Taking a big breath, I walked into the room, strode up to the desk, and climbed up on top. 

"All right, all of you, let me have your attention!" I called out. "Let's all get seated. This meeting needs to come to order. Now, then, it's time you all know how fucking sick and tired I am of the way this company is being run. You're all in deep shit and I'm about to make your life miserable. You got that?" 

Ricky was looking at me with mixed confusion and admiration. Everyone, including the girls, were standing immobile, not having any idea what was coming next. 

"I'm in charge here, and I expect you to shape up, or I'll fucking get rid of you. Now let's get down to business." With that, I took of the coat of my business suit and dropped it on the floor next to the desk. The blouse I had chosen was not transparent, but was sheer enough to show the clear outline of my breasts. The bra I had on was so thin, every wrinkle of my nipples was highlighted. Even through the blouse, I could tell they had the effect I wanted on the men in the room. Suddenly, I saw an acceptance of my act run through the group. 

"You all look far too sure of yourselves. I have a way to solve that. Girls, these so-called executives need to show me a bit more of what they have to offer. Get their pants off!" 

Again, everyone looked at me a bit strangely, but then I saw a few smiles begin. One by one, the girls began to approach each man, undo his pants and finally pull them off, along with their underwear. I smiled, both openly and to myself as I saw all those cocks begin to appear. 

"They all belong to me," I thought. "Mine, all mine." 

I pulled the ends of my blouse out of my skirt. "OK, first on the agenda, rewards for last weeks sales. You (I pointed to the man who seemed to have the biggest penis of the group) . . . you certainly screwed more customers than anyone else last week. You deserve the best reward, I'm sure." I motioned to the girl nearest him, and she moved to kneel between his legs. Yes, this was working fine. 

"Show him how much we all appreciate his . . . balls." A chuckle ran though the room as the girl leaned forward and began to run her tongue around his testicles. His cock responded in the best possible way, rising to point straight in my direction. 

"Excuse me, m'am, I think I came in second last week." The comment came from a man to my left. I turned my head and saw a large smile on a very handsome face. 

"Well, dear, I do believe you're right. Ladies, let's get those rewards underway. First my friend here with the big mouth, then him . . . him . . . and let's see . . . there, and there." 

"Oh my, how unfortunate, the rest of you look so left out. Well, that's because you haven't earned a reward yet. Let me see, what should I suggest? Come up here!" 

The other six men hesitated, then stood and walked to the center of the room. As they moved toward me, I unbuttoned the top buttons of my blouse. By the time they approached my desk, my cleavage was showing nicely. I could tell they were now less disappointed to be missing the attentions of the girls. 

"Pair off!" I demanded. "Face each other. Take off the rest of your clothes." They looked hesitantly at each other, until I growled, "I didn't say you could take your eyes off me. What the hell is the matter with you?" 

Several of them started to take off their clothes, but some of them hesitated. I didn't like the looks they were giving me, so I decided to give them a little more of what I knew they wanted. I took off my blouse, letting them get a good look at my breasts squeezed into the tight bra. 

"Oh, you like these?" I laughed. "Then how about this?" I turned, bent over slightly, unzipped my skirt and let it fall to the desk at my feet. I knew the dark stockings and garter belt would please them. I had put on my panties over the stockings, so if I decided to take them off, the stockings could stay on. 

The smiles I saw on their faces, and their rapid removal of the rest of their clothes reassured me. I felt back in control again, and I looked down on them with a feeling of superiority. The other women in the room were all on their knees, performing admirably from what I could tell. The six men in front of me kept looking over at the other men jealously, then back at me in frustration. That's when I made my big mistake. 

"What's the matter gentlemen, not enough to go around? I think you need to take matters into your own hands, or maybe your own mouths. I bet you losers would rather do each other than stand there so helpless. Who wants to go first?" 

I saw immediately I had gone too far. The men looked at each other, and one or two might have considered it, but in most faces, I saw frustration shift clearly into anger. Two men stepped angrily toward me, and as one reached out to grab my ankle, the other took the cue and grabbed my other foot. 

"Uhhhh, OK guys," I stammered. "I didn't mean that. Here . . . let me show you something special." I reached behind my back and unsnapped my bra. I hugged the cups to my breasts in a way I hoped was sexy and tried to pull one ankle loose from the man's grip. His fist closed tighter, and he actually slid my foot closer to the edge of the desk. That movement opened my legs and another man reached up to touch my inner thigh only inches from my panties. 

"Now, now," I warned with a nervous smile. "Mustn't touch the boss. You might get fired." Suddenly, as I was watching the man who was beginning to pull on the other ankle, a hand flew up to my breasts, grabbed my bra and ripped it away from my chest. I found myself standing bare breasted on the desk, six men staring hungrily up at me, my legs pulled apart. I was beginning to get more than a little scared. 

I looked over at Ricky, hoping for a bit of assistance. He was smiling in an amused way, and I realized I might be in real trouble. I looked back down and my gaze met a pair of eyes showing absolutely no sympathy. 

"Well, boss, it looks like we have a mutiny going on here. I believe we're the ones giving the orders now. You understand?" 

I stood there petrified, far out of bounds for what I had expected. Worst of all, I could tell that the look on my face was exciting the men even further. They sensed my fear, I bet they could even smell it. I tried to think, but no ideas came. Then, without realizing what I was doing, I reflexively pulled hard on one leg, trying to free myself. The hand on my ankle slipped and as my leg flew free into the air, the hand on my other ankle yanked. I fell flat on my back on the desk, not hurt badly, but all the air was knocked out of my lungs. Before I could move, six pairs of hands were all over me. The feeding frenzy had begun. 

I felt myself pulled toward the end of the desk until my head was hanging over the edge. The man who had spoken to me took my head in his hands and held it so I was looking back down my body. My arms were held securely by men on both sides of the desk and my ankles were once again surely gripped. I was totally helpless. 

With five men holding me, I realized there was still one more waiting. It only took a moment for him to climb up on the desk and stand over me, one foot on either side of my hips. He lingered there for a moment, staring deeply into my eyes, an evil smile on his face. "Take those damn glasses off her face," he demanded. 

"No, please!" I begged, but I felt the hands on my head shift and then pull the glasses away. The man standing over me paused, looking at me intently. Then his face lit up, and even before he said anything, I knew what was coming. 

"It's her! I know her. God damn it, I've done her before. She's the one responsible for . . ." 

He stopped and a fury came over his face. He kneeled down, dropping his ass heavily onto my stomach, and I thought I was going to vomit. He rolled onto his knees and his semi-erect cock flopped between my breasts. I saw his hands reach and suddenly my nipples were squeezed tightly between his fingers. I screamed and a hand clamped itself across my mouth. 

"Where's your husband, bitch?" he growled. "We got a score to settle with him." I looked up at him, wide-eyed, as afraid as I'd been that first night with the Cult, but this time, not drugged. This time, I was all too aware of what was happening. 

"Well, we'll find him sooner or later, but for now, I'm really, really glad to see you again. And to be honest, if I remember you like I think I do, you're gonna be really glad to see me again, too." He twisted my nipples between his fingers again, and I whimpered into the hand covering my face. 

The sounds I was making were having a terrible effect on the men around me. They were all breathing heavily and I could see the lust in their eyes. The man on top of me was moving his hips as he spoke, and his cock was lengthening between my breasts as his excitement grew. I felt the men holding my ankles climb up on the desk. They used their knees to hold my legs open, and I felt hands sliding up my thighs to my thin panties. Fingers slid under the material and I felt my violation begin. 

"Hard and fast," I heard the man holding my head say, and he pulled my head down until I could no longer see the length of my body. I opened my eyes and all I could see was a man's crotch with a long hard cock pointed directly at my face. I felt my breasts squeezed together around the hot cock on my chest, and the man on top of me began fucking my breasts. The cock I could see was held in one meaty hand, and it began to be rubbed back and forth across my face. It poked in my eyes, my nose and pushed against my lips. I felt a wetness begin to drip from its end. 

"Get her mouth open," I heard a voice above me say, and the pain in my nipples returned with a vengeance. I couldn't stop myself. I opened my mouth to scream again, and a large cockhead stuffed itself into my mouth. Fingers squeezed my jaw to make sure I didn't bite, and I realized all resistance was not only useless, it was dangerous. I felt hands begin to rip the panties apart between my legs and I gave my body up to the horror it was about to experience. 

I know I fainted after the first few men, so I still don't know how many actually used me that night. I do know I was raped in every possible way, and when I finally began to regain a sense of where I was, it was Ricky who was holding me, wiping my face with a damp rag. 

"Hey, I'm sorry," he began half heartedly. "I had no idea who you were. If I'd known . . . Well, it might not have made a difference, but I'm sorry anyway. You rest a little while, then I'll see that you get home. You're not hurt, even though you're gonna feel the effects of tonight for a while. Just relax. They're all gone now." 

I closed my eyes. I didn't want to see him. I didn't want to see the room I was in. I didn't want to think about anything. I just turned off my mind, and I don't even remember how he got me home. 

The next day, I put the house on the market and left town for good. 

Epilogue I haven't heard from Jenn or Michael in the month since we shared such a beautiful experience together . . . but that feels somehow right to me. In my heart, I believe Jenn will always care for me in ways somehow similar to how I care for her. I believe also that Michael understands and that he will encourage Jenn to remember me however that is best for her. Someday, I hope I will see her, or both of them, again, but it doesn't have to happen for me to feel complete in what I shared with and learned from my Jenn. 

I think knowing Jenn changed me, not so much directly because of her, but because of what I learned about myself through loving her. I found in my time with her that a desire for sexual expression can, of course, be satisfied in many ways. It can be sought in anonymous, intense, risk-filled experimentation, or it can be discovered slowly and exquisitely in the offering of oneself without expectations, schedules, or a desire to somehow go "farther" than the last experience. 

I know it sounds simple, but in seeking the best that sex can be, it is the connection with the other partner that makes anything exceptional . . . possible. With Jenn, I connected; she meant the world to me, and in caring that way, even words from her over the Internet could sometimes hint at the best that sex could be. Even if it was not real in the physical sense, it was real in the caring that came to exist. That made our relationship one of the most "sexual" experiences I ever had. 

So, again, I am by myself. Yes, I am lonely. I miss Jenn, but to my surprise, and my relief, the one I truly miss is Katie. I understand how I hurt her. I understand how she could have been all I ever would have needed, if only I had been willing to let her inside of me; if she had been allowed to know "me," all my fantasies, all my needs, all my fears. I think she wanted that. I think she was prepared for that. I just never gave her the chance. 

All these thoughts are intense for me just now, made more so because of what happened just last week. It had been several months since I'd heard from Katie, and finally, I did get a letter from her. She said Chastity was doing fine, even though she had made it clear to her mother that she never wants to see me again. Katie, however, said she wasn't completely sure, but she might not feel that same way, herself. I sensed more in the words not said, than in what she actually wrote. There seemed to be some . . . difference . . . in her words, something I couldn't quite grasp. 

I took her contact, and the implied permission to contact her, as a good sign. I wrote to her and made her an offer, and today I received her reply. Next month, we're going to meet in Jamaica, at the resort where it all began. 

She's going to give me another chance, at least I hope that's what it means. I think I'm ready for that chance now. I have to be. 

Katie said it will be separate rooms, with no promises. But, she did say she'd meet me at the nude beach. You never know. 

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This is the end of "official" part of No Going Back. Eventually Katie and I did get back together, and Katie even had a chance to meet Jenn. There are several more chapters covering that event and a few more experiences at the beach together. I'd like to hear from a few readers about their enjoyment (of lack thereof) of this story. If there is interest, I'll post the remaining chapters.



No Going Back Ch. 38



Author's Note: 

Hello friends. I am back to continue with the story . . at least to reassure you that Katie and I did meet back at the nude beach in Jamaica, we are together again, and we both learned many lessons while we were apart. 

We have had some unusual experiences since then, one that actually included Jenn. Let me tell you about that.

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It was a long drive to the beach, more than five hours. For most of the way, you slept quietly in the back seat, your head rolling gently side to side as the car made its long, lazy turns. As I watched you in the rearview mirror, I wondered to myself about the questionable wisdom of this trip. 

It had not been easy to convince Katie to let you come along. If I'd had a few months to make offhand references about you in the context of the book I'm writing on "Technosex and the Twenty-somethings," she might not have been so suspicious about why I needed you on what was supposed to be a vacation. In any case, she relaxed once I promised her she would get all the attention from me that she could possibly desire. I knew that would mean minimal sleep while she and I were in bed each night, but hey, I've had worse challenges to endure. 

To be honest, even I wasn't totally sure why I had asked you if you wanted to spend a week at the beach. We'd never met face to face, (all fantasies about being with you and Michael aside) although from the pictures on the Internet, I knew certain intimate parts of you as if we had been lovers for months. That, of course, explained some of why I invited you. I honestly wanted to meet the incredibly sexy young woman who had tantalized my fantasies for so long. It wasn't that I expected any thing physical to happen. I just knew myself well enough to realize that simply having you near would be enough to drive my passion up several notches. Katie would certainly benefit enough that she should have no reason to complain.

But then, why did you agree to come with us? I'd sent you a picture of myself. In fact, I'd sent a picture meant to show my willingness to match your own lack of inhibitions. I knew nothing about me physically could have impressed you enough to pique your curiosity. Maybe, I hoped, you had been intrigued enough by my brazenness in inviting you that you had to find out who this crazy guy really was. And then maybe, you just wanted a free week at the beach. Oh well, as I had acknowledged, just having you around was going to be a thrill for me. That was enough. 

I saw you stir and begin to wake up when we reached the two mile bridge across the sound to the barrier island. It took a bit of explanation how the Outer Banks were essentially sand bars, sometimes several miles wide, sometimes only several hundred yards wide. You seemed impressed by the stories of how during major storms, sometimes the ocean cut all the way across the land to the sound, washing out the road and taking away homes. I assured you there were no storms expected while we were there, and you actually pretended to be disappointed. It was funny and sweet at the same time, and I felt a warm attraction to you that had nothing to do with how gorgeous you had turned out to be. 

We turned into the driveway just as the sun was sinking toward the horizon in the west. Before I could even get out the door of the car, you were already on your way to the top of the dunes. Katie and I caught up with you as you stood looking out over the ocean. The sun low behind us cast our shadows across the sand toward the ocean. You were laughing as you waved your arms and watched the effect ripple across fifty yards of beach. 

Katie pointed to us to look far out in the ocean. All the way out where the water met the sky a freighter was heading south toward Cape Hatteras. The sinking sun was reflecting off the windows in the pilot house, sending back a golden Morse code hinting at the rolling seas beneath the ship's hull. The three of us stood there watching as a few houses down the beach, two large dogs took off down the hills, headed toward the water's edge. As I expected, they barely slowed down as they plowed chest deep into the gently breaking waves. My former pet Chelsea was always the same way. Don't you just love wet Golden Retrievers?!

We sat on the deck enjoying the dogs at play, watching the sky gradually darken, the water slide slowly from sight, and the Milky Way climb into view. Over several bottles of wine, the three of us talked and talked. As we mellowed, I could feel Katie relax about you. We could both tell how very fascinating a person you were, and I think Katie even found herself treating you as if you were her friend, instead of mine. The cute innocent jokes the two of you shared at my expense were so reassuring, I was convinced Katie was now happy you were here. Supper, understandably, was very late. 

With an exciting day ahead, we all settled down around midnight. You were in the bedroom on the end. Katie and I had the bedroom in the middle with the door just across from yours. With no air conditioning, all the windows, and even the doors between the bedrooms, were open. We fell asleep with the sound of the curtains blowing in the gentle west breeze.

I don't know what awakened me. The breeze hadn't changed, but as I lay there, I heard you sigh in the room next door. You were awake, too! I sighed quietly and sensed you pause. You were listening, trying to be sure. For several minutes, we played a delightful game of tiny sounds and countersounds . . . communications without words. Listening, hoping.

I noticed that the breeze had stopped. I listened, and waited, and then felt it. The wind was shifting, it stirred the curtains on my southern window. Within several minutes, I could tell it had swung 180 degrees. Then . . . I heard the first sound of little waves stirring beneath the eastern winds. I wondered . . . did you hear them? And then . . . oh yes, the smell. That delicious beach smell, picked up by the freshening air and carried directly into my room, and then on to yours. I heard you breathe in a deep breath. Oh yes, you were awake now. 

I thought I heard your bed squeak, a zipper softly rasped, and I sensed rather than heard you move past the door. When the outside door rattled, I got up and quietly followed. I caught up to you as you stood on the dunes. Moving quietly, I came up behind you and slid my arms around your waist. You leaned back against me, grateful for the warmth in the pre-dawn coolness. 

The sky was barely beginning to show any light, the horizon a thin gray line barely discernable above the waves. Our dog friends were already up and exploring the beach, so I took your hand and we followed. I laughed at you as you hopped through the little pebbles between the dune and the softer sand near the water. Such sensitive feet. I pretended the stones didn't bother me at all. 

Reaching the water line, you took off in bounding leaps of your own and I smiled at your puppyish enthusiasm. How lovely you were, your hair flying, your bare legs splashing in the retreating waves along the shore. By the time I caught you, it was no longer a race. You were now lost in the magical leavings of the prior evening's tide. Shells, seaweed, and the remains of tiny sea creatures . . . I think they appealed to you almost as much they did to the dogs. 

We walked and walked as the sky brightened. As an even brighter spot began to grow along the horizon, I again took your hand and pulled you away from the water. Climbing the dunes, we reached one of the rare stretches of beach with no cottages. There, high above the shore, we found a spot where the winds had scooped out a depression between the top of the dune and the remaining slope toward the beach. I sat with my back against the slope and you slid down to sit in front of me. The little rise in front of us hid all but our heads from anyone walking along the water. 

It felt so wonderful with my arms around you and my knees cradling your sides. I wondered if I was being far too forward with you, but then you snuggled back against to me and started to speak. "Shhhhh," I whispered. "Watch."

You looked back toward the ocean, and as we watched, a blood red sun slipped stealthly out of the water, almost hissing as it rose. I heard you catch your breath and sigh. Within minutes, the sun was out of the water and little slivers of dancing reflections began to run from the horizon directly toward the shore. As the light grew and the waves began to glisten in the morning light, your breathing became even faster. I touched your cheek and you turned slightly to face me. 

Our eyes met, then closed, and as our bodies melted against each other, our lips met. You turned again to watch the sun, leaning even more warmly in my arms. Unwrapping my arms only slightly, my hands came to rest on your stomach, my fingers touching the bottom buttons on your blouse. Sensing no protest from you, I unbuttoned the first button, then the second. I let my fingertips slide delicately over your navel, down to the top of your low cut shorts, then up again to the next button. 

I felt rather than heard a small sigh from you and proceeded slowly unbuttoning the rest of your blouse. Finally, the buttons were all open, and grasping the sides of your shirt, I pulled the material sideways across your skin. As the edges rubbed over your bare breasts and the cool morning air found them, the hard little nipples climbed determinedly out from the dark surrounding flesh. They pointed directly at the sun, as if they were seeking a warmth they desperately needed. 

I had the solution for that problem. I slid my hands up along your tummy, then higher still, first cupping your breasts in my hands, then wrapping my fingers around those exquisite nipples. I pinched them carefully, feeling you respond as I had imagined in my fantasies, but never thought remotely possible. To my amazement and great pleasure, you slid your hands down past your hips to my own inner thighs, then forced them back behind your ass. You found what you were looking for, straining against my pants, hard and ready.

Gradually we slid lower until we were completely hidden from anyone's sight. All we had to protect us from the sand was my shirt, which suggested slow, cautious movements. The restriction actually made what was happening even more incredibly intense. I lay on my back and let you straddle me. I wanted you to set your own pace, or even to change your mind if that was necessary. 

As you positioned yourself on top of me, your face came close to mine. I looked into your eyes, searching for any discomfort or reluctance. In your smile, I saw many things. I saw a joyfully innocent child who was saying to the world, "This is OK, I'm a big girl and I can do what I want." And I saw a mature, intelligent woman who was saying clearly, "This is OK, I'm a big girl and I can do what I want." But most of all, I saw a person who I realized had the same desire as I to know another special person in this most intimate way of knowing. For now, in this time and this place, we shared the understanding that, yes, this was right. We needed to discover, and to share, the unique individuals we were, and to learn if with each other, there might be a great deal more to learn.

You began to slide your hips lower, and very quickly, a long, hard obstacle blocked your movement. I saw you smile, you adjusted your hips slightly, and then with no more hesitation, you slid yourself onto me. From all you had said about your experience with "large" toys, and based on my own average, although wonderful, size, I expected our connection to be anything but . . . tight. To my surprise and delight, as your already wet vagina closed around me, I felt a warmth squeeze me as securely as any virgin I had ever known. 

Sending my thanks to heaven for the elasticity of youth, I wrapped my arms happily around you and pulled you closer against my chest. My hands slid sensuously through your hair, across your back, down to the narrow cleft at the top of your ass. I'm not even sure if you noticed, so deeply you seemed to be concentrating on the incredible movements your hips were making. 

I would have been willing, and probably able, to make the experience last for a long, long time. To my surprise, and to my great pleasure, in only a few minutes, you began sliding up and down on me, your breath rasping in your throat. "Cum with me . . . please!" you whispered in my ear. It was my joy to comply, and as I felt your pussy tighten and release over and over, I let myself go, filling you with the evidence of how deeply you had excited me.

You lay finally on my chest, letting our breathing return to normal. We looked once more into each other's eyes and I sensed no sorrow over what we had done. You smiled at me, lay your head back on my chest, and let the gentle breeze blow across your back. By the time we again peeked over the lip of the dune, the sun was well above the horizon and the day was beginning to show the warmth that would later become the cleansing heat of mid-summer. 

With one final kiss, I lifted you up and we brushed ourselves off. The dogs playing on the beach saw us, and bounded up the hills to greet us. Surrounded by dancing puppies, our secret lair was secret no more, so we strode back down the dune, back toward the cottage, back toward our lives. Walking hand in hand, we were silent, each probably thinking many of the same thoughts. We wondered if this was one special unique moment, or if we really did have more such moments lying ahead of us. 

As the sunned warmed us from above, I know we each felt a warmth within that was not going to go away. We slid closer to walk with arms around waists and smiled shy smiles, hoping we truly were thinking the same thoughts, dreaming the same dreams. As we approached the cottage, we saw Katie watching us from the deck. She waved, a big smile on her face, and we realized not only that she "knew," but that she apparently understood. You waved back, but did not move away from me, and my heart began to beat in time with yours.


Katie waited for us on the deck and kissed me on the cheek when I reached the top of the stairs. I sensed her take a deep, deliberate breath, and I realized she was sniffing me with a purpose. I knew she would smell the sex, and sure enough, she stiffened as I passed. I then saw her take a long look at you which you were careful to avoid. 

This was going to be delicate. It was impossible to guess how Katie would react, but as the day wore on, she seemed calm enough. In fact, as we lay in the sun on the beach later, I noticed her taking a good look at your scantily clad body. There was no question that you were young, beautiful and very sexy, but Katie had a healthy enough appreciation for her own body that I knew she wouldn't be intimidated. 

It was nearly painful how hard I tried to watch you both out of the corner of my eyes without being obvious. What surprised me was how Katie finally seemed to decide she wasn't afraid of you. When she stood up in front of us both and stretched, she was a sight to behold. She took a minute or two to twist and turn like she was trying to get the kinks out of her back. Then she bent over and touched her palms to the sand, her own barely covered ass sticking directly back at both of us. 

She held that position for a moment, then stood back up, turned toward me and bent over again to touch her toes. The top on her bathing suit was loose enough that I could see her incredibly lovely breasts cradled in the cups of her top. Her dark nipples stood out from her firm mounds, and I felt a reaction between my legs that I wasn't sure I wanted here on the beach. 

She stood up, smiled at me, and I saw her throw a proud and defiant smile in your direction. "I'm going in the water," she said, and her look was clearly an invitation. I stood up and walked by her side toward the ocean. Without stopping, we walked hand in hand into the warm water and moved far enough out until we were up to our necks. 

With no one near enough to hear us, Katie moved to stand facing me, her back to the horizon, mine toward the beach. "Remember the first time we swam together?" she asked with a sly smile. I nodded at the same time I felt her hand slide down the front of my bathing suit. I was already hard enough that her fingers wrapped around me like she was ready to shift me to a higher gear. I think I was.

"Uhh, sweetheart, I don't think this is a good time . . . for . . . ," I gulped. 

"I know," Katie laughed. "I'm just making a point here. You understand, don't you?" We both laughed at the joke, since I was the one who was doing the pointing. "What happens at the end of the week? Where does Jenn go?"

"She goes back home," I said clearly. "This is a one week visit that has already turned out different than was intended. Jenn is a friend who shared a lot with me over the Internet while you and I were apart, and I do owe her respect and consideration, but that's it. She has her life, and you and I have ours. I honestly do expect to stay in touch with her, but only from a distance. I hope you can believe that, and I hope we can all have a reasonably comfortable time together the rest of the week. If you don't think that's possible, I can get her on a plane tomorrow, I expect. It's really up to you."

"Roger, don't be silly. The girl can stay. My concern is more for her than for me. I don't want her getting any ideas that lead to her being hurt. I just hope you've been honest with her." 

"She understands, Katie. Actually, she knows almost all that you and I have been through together, so she knows exactly how important you are to me. I realize there are an awful lot of things that I maybe shouldn't have told her, but at that point, I didn't know if you were ever coming back. I was trying to work through all that had happened." 

I realized I was starting to ramble, and anyway, from the look on Katie's face, I saw she was still adjusting to the realization that Jenn knew so much more than Katie had expected. I could tell Katie was uncomfortable and would have to think about what I had just told her. "I'll tell you what, you go swim for a while. I want to talk with Jenn alone. Go do your long swim, and I'll see you in about an hour, OK?"

What could I say? I turned to the south and began swimming along the beach. Katie headed in, and by the time I lost sight of them, Jenn and Katie were sitting side by side on the beach. 

I didn't know whether to cut my swim short to get back as soon as possible, or to swim farther to give them more time. In spite of my curiosity, once I got halfway down the beach toward the fishing pier, I decided to do the full round trip. It was more than an hour and a half when I got back to the cottage. The beach in front was deserted.

I walked up to the house and could tell that they were sitting in the living room still talking. I took my shower downstairs under the house and changed. When I got upstairs, they were stretched out, one on each couch, wine glasses in hand. An empty bottle sat on the floor next to Katie. They both seemed relaxed and happy, at least they were both smiling at me as I entered.

"Why don't you make us some sandwiches?" Katie suggested. "Open another bottle, give us a refill, and use the tomatoes on the windowsill. There's bacon left from breakfast and lettuce in the fridge. Jenn, you take mayonnaise on yours? Yes. Got that, Roger?"

Katie was in her "authoritative" mode. She always characterized it as her "helpful" mode, but I was always inclined to salute when she got rolling like that. I decided sarcasm was not the best current reaction. I moved to get some lunch together and listened to them talking in the other room. 

They had apparently covered all the sensitive stuff, and Jenn was now telling stories about college and theatre and teaching and things that I had heard but Katie hadn't. It sounded like neither of them had a care in the world. I hoped that was close to the truth. 




No Going Back Ch. 38



We all sat together and ate and drank and talked about unimportant matters. It felt comfortable. I started to relax. 

After we finished eating, we each hit the traditional beach afternoon "sleepies." The effects of the sun, the heat, the water, not to mention the wine, suggested a nap was by far the best alternative. Katie stood up, a bit unsteadily, took my hand and led me to the bedroom. We could tell Jenn followed, turning in at her bedroom door. I know that we were all asleep within minutes of hitting the pillows.

I woke with my arm wrapped around Katie, my hand cupping one her soft breasts. I was thrilled to realize that she was truly mine again. I never intended to let her get away. I played with her nipple, enjoying the feel of it getting hard. She snuggled back against me to let me know she appreciated the attention. After a minute, I let my hand stray lower. When I reached the spot between her legs, I was thrilled to find her already wet. I was already fully excited myself, and I wondered if it might be possible to slide inside her without making too much noise. Jenn's bedroom door was across from ours, and we had left them both open. 

Katie reached behind to guide me inside her. The need to be quiet made the sensations even more intense. I tried to move slowly and quietly, but the bed would not cooperate. Lost in the moment, I gave up, hoped Jenn was a sound sleeper, and slid in and out of Katie steadily until I felt her tense around me. She became so tight that I couldn't hold back, and with total joy, I filled her with my pleasure. 

We lay nestled together, letting our breathing return to normal. I thought we had gotten away with it, when I heard Jenn's bed squeak. Katie lifted her head a bit to listen, and there was definitely a sound coming from Jenn's room. Then, we heard what sounded like low, muffled crying. 

"What do we do?" I asked Katie in a whisper. "Should I check on her?"

"No, maybe I will," Katie said. She listened for a moment, them quietly pulled on a shirt and shorts and walked soundlessly toward Jenn's bedroom door. I barely breathed, wanting to hear whatever happened.

"Jenn, sweetie, what's the matter?" I heard Katie whisper. "Oh my!"

I heard Jenn gasp, apparently surprised by Katie's voice. I heard the sheets rustle, almost violently. "Jenn, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to . . . Baby, don't hide your face. It's OK. Don't be embarrassed."

I heard Katie walk into Jenn's room. It sounded like she had walked over and sat on Jenn's bed. Now I really could hear Jenn crying, although it sounded like her head was under her pillow. 

"Jenn, now stop, please. It's OK, really. I understand. I know you must have heard . . . I know. Oh baby, please. Don't cry."

It dawned on me what must have happened. Katie must have walked in on Jenn lying in bed trying to relieve her own sexual needs after listening to us in the next room. God, what must it have looked like to find Jenn with her legs spread and her fingers buried in her pussy. I would have given anything to see it!

I stood up, unsure what to do. I dressed quietly and moved closer to Jenn's door. I could tell her head was out from under the covers, but she was still crying quietly. "Katie, please leave me alone. I'm so embarrassed. I heard you and Roger, I couldn't help it. I . . . I got so excited. I couldn't help myself."

"Jenn . . . Jenn . . . it's alright. Here, baby, come here. It's OK. Really, it is."

I peeked around the corner. Jenn was lying with her face buried in Katie's chest. Katie had pulled her partially out from under the covers and was holding her, rocking her, trying to make her believe it was OK not to be embarrassed. Jenn obviously had no clothes on and one lovely breast was visible under Katie's arm. 

"I can't bear listening to you," Jenn was whispering. "It's too much. It drives me crazy. I'm so wet, I'm so close to cumming. This is unbearable."

"Oh, Jenn, I understand. I do. I don't blame you."

Without looking toward the door, Jenn rolled onto her back next to Katie, and I saw her hand was between her legs. "Katie, please, just sit here with me a moment. Let me finish, or I'll go crazy."

Katie got a nervous look in her eyes, looked up and saw me peeking around the corner of the door. I don't know if realizing I was there made her more comfortable, or only made her feel more responsible for Jenn's problem, but I saw her make a decision. She slid lower next to Jenn, placed one hand gently on her face, and let her other hand actually move to Jenn's chest. She pushed the sheet down below Jenn's breasts and let her fingers slide to a pink, protruding nipple. Her fingers pinched gently, and I saw Jenn close her eyes. 

Jenn's hand was moving rapidly now between her legs. Her knees parted wide, her feet started to kick and the sheet quickly was no longer in the way. Her entire, beautiful, naked body was splayed across the bed, open and welcoming to my hungry gaze. Katie looked at me, knowing I shouldn't be seeing this, but powerless to intervene. 

Without any ability to think, I walked across the room and sat on the other side of the bed next to Jenn. Before Jenn could react, I reached out and took the other nipple between my fingers. With both breasts now under delightful attack, Jenn was helpless. She opened her eyes long enough to see me, gasped with the increased intensity of realizing we were both there with her, and closed her eyes again. She was too close to stop now. 

Hoping Katie would understand, I moved my other hand between Jenn's legs, extended two fingers together and with no warning, gently slid them into Jenn's dripping pussy. Her hips thrust upward drawing my hand almost all the way inside her. For a moment, her hand left her clit, grabbed my wrist, and pulled my hand deeper into her vagina. Her excitement was so complete, I found that with only a bit more pressure, my entire hand would have slid inside.

Katie's eyes widened in shock. Her hand reached out in wonder until her own fingers were in contact with mine. Together we merged four fingers and began to fuck Jenn with loving concentration. That was all Jenn needed, and she began to moan in the beginnings of her orgasm. We held her breasts, slid our fingers in and out of her, and watched her delightful body thrash in the throes of overwhelming pleasure. When she reached her peak, we thought both our hands were going to get sucked inside. 

Beyond the need for additional stimulation, Jenn threw her arms around us both, pulling our faces down to her breasts. We found ourselves suckling her nipples, our fingers still buried in her as she ground out the end of her orgasm. 

There was nothing to do but lie there on either side of her, holding her securely between us as she tried to catch her breath. She calmed down slowly, saying nothing. We waited for her to speak while her breath got slower and slower. And suddenly, we realized, Jenn was asleep!

Katie and I looked at each other without moving our heads. Without words we asked, "What can we do?" Without words we answered, "Relax and enjoy this, I guess." We closed our eyes and tried not to wake her. 

We woke later with Jenn stroking our hair, one head under each of her hands.



No Going Back Ch. 39



Author's Note: Katie and I enjoyed our short time with Jenn. Katie was not all that upset about what had happened, but she made it clear that the "sharing" was done. That's what had gotten us into so much trouble before. 

I wanted to follow her wishes, but that didn't stop me from getting to know women over the internet. Some of the connections were exciting and even powerful, but nothing compared to how I felt when I met Candace. She even lived near our place at the beach. That made it incredibly difficult to resist the chance that she and I might actually meet. Still, I was never there without Katie, so I was sure it would never happen. 

Candace and I played with ideas about how we could meet, but I never thought she was serious. I was wrong.

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I saw you walk down the beach toward us. Katie and I were sitting on the deck looking out over the water as the sinking sun behind us threw our shadows out toward the waves breaking gently on the beach. I couldn't believe it. You were actually going to do this. 

You walked slowly along the shoreline, letting the water tickle your toes, making little splashes as your feet padded through the rippling foam. Just short of directly in front us, kind of on the property line between our house and the next, you stopped, then turned up away from the water. You walked about halfway from the water to the low dune line and then stopped. Without looking at us, I saw you take out the thin blanket that you had been carrying under your arm and spread it out on the sand. I couldn't imagine what you were going to do next. 

I could already sense Katie's interest in you. Without looking at her, I felt her gaze move several times from you, to me, back to you, back to me. I could tell she was only checking to see if I noticed you, how much attention I was paying to you, all the normal attention she would have paid to any attractive woman walking past the house. Then, you reached down to the bottom of the hip length t-shirt you were wearing and pulled it up and over your head. 

You were wearing a two piece bathing suit, not exactly a bikini, but certainly brief enough that there was more than enough skin visible to warrant plenty of attention . . . from both of us. Now Katie was even more interested in whatever reaction I might have. I tried to be cool, glancing in your direction, looking up the beach at . . . . nothing, looking back briefly at you, looking the other way, trying to appear only mildly interested in this rather sexy woman standing no more than 40-50 feet away from where Katie and I sat. I doubted Katie was fooled, she knows me too well. 

My heart was actually racing a bit. We had talked about this, but I never thought you would really show up. The idea that you might not only appear, but might even make some sort of contact here, in front of Katie . . . I was getting a bit uncomfortable, not knowing what you planned. 

It looked like you were being quite nonchalant yourself. As far as I could tell, you had not even looked in our direction, obviously pretending you didn't even see us sitting up on the deck. I sensed Katie turn her head to look up the beach and I quickly looked in your direction, trying to see you as Katie might. I could see why it was going to be impossible for her to ignore you. 

You were quite a sight. I figured Katie would probably estimate you to be anywhere from 35-45. You were clearly not a child. Had you been 25-35, I know Katie would have laughed off any looking I did as a male egocentric fantasy. However, you were exactly what Katie knew I loved in a woman. 

You were blond, tan and tall, probably almost exactly my own height. Even though you hadn't smiled, it was obvious you had a wide mouth and even from this distance, it was obvious that your eyes were deep pools in which more than a few men must have drowned over the years. Even with all those attributes, what I knew was going to drive Katie's jealously into the open was . . your body. 

The simplest thing I can say is that you had the body of . . . . a real woman. There was a lot of you to love . . . and I already wanted to love it all. Your breasts were full, threatening to erupt out of your top at the slightest provocation. Your legs were long and powerful, climbing smoothly up and up and up, finally joining hips that were wide and strong. The image of those legs wrapped tightly around me jumped into my head, and I felt something inside me shiver. Your waist was not thin, but you still had that hourglass figure that promised a home where my arms would naturally slide into place. Everything about you said, "Climb into me, you hungry man, and I'll feed you a meal that will fill you to overflowing." My appetite was fully aroused. 

As Katie looked back at you, you reached up to the tie of your top behind your neck. As we both watched in total rapt anticipation, you untied it, laid your arm across your breasts and for a moment, stood there immobile, the full roundness of your breasts swelling over your arm. We both knew you were attempting to cover much more than would ever remain confined by one thin arm, and sure enough, as you knelt to lie down on your blanket, your arm slipped a bit too low. 

The material of your top followed your arm as it slipped toward your waist and in the brief seconds before you lay down on your stomach . . . . they appeared. 

I swear I heard Katie gasp as we gazed upon two of the most incredible breasts imaginable. Their fullness made them part as you leaned over, your large dark nipples pointing to either side as they hung beneath your descending chest. In the last moment before they disappeared beneath you, we saw the delicate winding veins that shown softly just below your silky skin. As you settled yourself on the blanket, I found I had forgotten to breathe. When I took that much needed breath, Katie looked over at me, and not with a smile on her face. 

"And what are you looking at?" she growled. "Come on in, I think it's time to fix dinner." 

"Uhh, I think I'd like to sit here a while longer, OK?" I said. "How about I fix us a drink? I'll be right back." 

I moved quickly before she could protest. Inside, I could still see you through the window. I took my time fixing the margaritas, making Katie's quite a bit stronger than normal. The drinks were really sweet and the tequila was high quality with no bitterness. I doubted she would even notice the higher than normal alcohol content. 

By the time I returned to the deck, she seemed to have calmed down a bit. I sat with her closer to where you were lying. I figured that way I could see you, even when I was looking at her. We talked about inconsequential things, my wanting to look at you as long as possible, Katie sipping at her margarita. After about ten minutes, I went in and got the blender glass out of the refrigerator and brought it out to the deck. I had made a large batch and I refilled her glass up to the top. I thought she might comment on that, but she must have enjoyed the first class enough to want more right away. 

It didn't surprise me, but before long she asked the question I had been expecting. "Do you think that woman is attractive?" 

"Well sure," I answered cautiously. 

"Is she sexy?" Katie asked. 

"Hmmmmmm," I muttered as I seemed to ponder the question. 

"Come on," she said with only a slight hint of irritation, "I know you, remember. Tell me the truth." 

"Well, yes, I can't deny she is really sexy looking," I admitted. "Does that bother you?" 

"Would you fuck her?" 

"God, Katie," I sputtered. "What is that all about!" 

"Got you!" Katie giggled. 

I realized that the magaritas were affecting her much more than I had expected. She went on giggling at the look that must have been on my face. 

"That is what you like, isn't it?" she continued. "If I weren't here, you'd be down on that beach talking to her, wouldn't you?" 

I couldn't tell if she was serious or not. This felt a bit dangerous, but she truly seemed to be enjoying my discomfort. I topped off her glass with the last of the magaritas. "I don't approach women on the beach, Katie," I said with obviously feigned indignation. "Who do you think I am?" I said with a laugh. "I know who you are," she said looking over at you again, "and I know what you like to fantasize about. Look all you want, big boy. Get yourself all excited, but I get the benefit later, you hear me!" 

She was enjoying this. The alcohol had relieved a bit of her insecurity, and she liked imagining how this stimulation might actually be to her benefit. "Why don't you go talk to her," she said, turning to look directly into my face. "I'll sit here an watch. I'd like to see you operate." 

I bet I looked more amused than shocked, which was exactly what she intended. I turned to look at you, wondering if I had the nerve actually to walk over to you . . . . with Katie's own encouragement. Then, as we both looked in your direction, you raised your head and looked in our direction. We both looked away in embarrassment, that we had just been talking about you. When I looked back a moment later, you had already retied your suit, stood up, and to my complete shock, you were walking toward us. 

You raised your hand to wave, and Katie and I looked at each other. I don't know which of us looked more unprepared for this. We stood up and turned to face you as you walked up to the deck. 

You looked up at us, then directly at me, and we heard you ask, 

"Don't I know you?" 

I felt Katie's head jerk toward me, and I knew she was waiting to see what this was all about. 

"Uhhh, I don't think so," I said hesitantly, wondering where in the world you were going to go with this. 

"Well, I'm, not sure," you began, "It's been a long, long time, but . . . . didn't you used to work at Anderson's?" 

Instantly I remembered the silly little gambit we had talked about, and I couldn't believe you were actually going to try it. 

"Yeah, I did, but that was indeed a long, long time ago. That has to be all the way back in the early 70's." 

"Yep, I thought so," you said with a smile. "You're Roger. I remember you." 

"That's kind of difficult to believe," I answered. "You had to be awfully young at that point." 

"Oh, sure, absolutely, I was only about eleven years old back then, but I remember you!" 

Beside me, Katie chuckled. "You gotta be kidding me," she snorted. "Why would you remember somebody who had to be almost twenty years old at that point?" 

I saw you smile a funny little smile, and I swear it looked almost like you blushed. What an incredible performance you were giving. 

"Well, yeah, I know it's a little strange, but you know how girls are at that age. He was this young man who worked at the store where my Mom did her shopping. We lived down here and Anderson's was about the only place to buy groceries back then. We'd come in most every week, and when we checked out, he usually bagged our groceries and carried them to the car. 

"He was always so nice to us, making sure we had everything we needed, usually standing there talking to us until we drove away. My Mom always give him a tip, like maybe 25 cents, and somehow, he always had a little something to give me, candy or a little toy, or something. I think he must always have taken that tip and used it to buy something for me. 

You know, I never thought about it before," you said, looking at me in wide-eyed innocence, "but I wonder if you and my Mom had worked that out without me knowing. Did you?" 

I was at a loss for words. This story was so good, I almost believed it myself. 

"Wow, I do remember you. God, this is incredible. Let me think, I'm so bad with names. Your name actually had something to do with Candy, that's why I always had some to give you. Candy . . . . . Candace, right?!" 

"That's right," you said with a big smile, "You remember me!" 

I looked at Katie and her smile at this revelation was hard to read. I could tell she thought this was ridiculous, hilarious, and fascinating . . . all at the same time. But then, I could see her natural curiosity kick in, and she asked, "I really can't believe this, but I have to know more. OK, come on up here and talk to me. I want to understand what is going on here." 

I saw you give me a rather wicked little look, and as you turned to climb the steps up to the deck, I noticed you swing your shoulders a bit more than necessary. It caused your breasts to move back and forth in ways that sent a subtle shock through my entire body. I don't think Katie saw it, but I knew once she got a look at you close up, she was not going to be very happy. 

As you came up the steps and rose into view, I was stunned. Your sexuality was even more powerful the closer you got. It was all I could do not to walk over to you and wrap my arms around you. That doesn't even begin to address what my hands and mouth wanted to do to you. Fortunately for us all, you put down your blanket, pulled your shirt back on, then reached out to shake Katie's hand. 

"Hi, I'm Candace. I hope you don't mind my intruding, but this was just too wild for me to ignore." 

"Sure, welcome," Katie said cautiously, "But you have to tell me, what made you recognize Roger after all these years?" 

I was interested in this answer myself. "It was his voice," you said. "Even from way over there, I could hear enough to catch my attention. Oh, no," you quickly noted, "I couldn't hear what you were saying, but there was enough to pick up something that I couldn't figure out at first. Finally I caught the way you said either 'out' or 'about' or 'house,' something like that, and it sounded just like my uncle who lives in Canada. That's when I remembered that my Mom always thought it was funny that a guy in North Carolina sounded like her family in Canada. That's what reminded me of you." 

Katie considered this and because she had heard about the Canada accent thing, she seemed to relax a bit. "So you haven't seen Roger in more than 30 years?" Katie asked. 

"I certainly haven't seen him since I was thirteen," you answered, quite honestly. I wondered if Katie sensed any difference between her question and your answer, and apparently she didn't. 

"OK then," Katie decided out loud. "This is certainly a weird situation, but come on and sit down. I guess I want to hear the entire story. Roger, you go fix Candace a margarita." I wasn't sure that was wise, especially leaving the two of them alone, but more alcohol sure seemed like a good idea. 

By the time I returned with another double pitcher of drinks, it was clear you were holding your own with Katie. I guess it wasn't too difficult to concentrate on stories about what it was like around the beach back when you were thirteen, and as little as you must have "known" about me then, there wasn't much she could quiz you on. I think the fact that Katie had already had nearly three strong drinks helped keep her from thinking too hard about what to ask. 

I handed out another margarita to all three of us and was surprised to see Katie take a big swallow right away. This was not like her, but I sure wasn't about to protest. 

We sat on the deck as we fairly quickly drank the entire pitcher. Before long, it was clear that Katie had indulged far beyond what she should have. Her words were getting a bit slurred when she suddenly asked, "So Candash, your Mom kind of liked Roger, huh? He ever come over to your housh to see her?" Katie giggled at the implication she was making. 

You looked at me and tried not to smile. "Well, I'm not sure. I know one time she asked you when you were bringing out the groceries if you ever did any yard work to make extra money. I think you said yes, and she asked if you wanted to come over after work that weekend to cut the grass. I remember I got a little excited thinking that I might see you at my house, but then I had to go to Virginia Beach with my aunt and my cousins from Elizabeth City that weekend, so I never knew if you came over or not. I guess I forgot about it, cause I don't remember ever asking my mother about it." 

Katie was silent for a moment. "How fashinating," she slurred. "Sho, dids you ever go vishit Candashes Mom, Roger, huh? Ever cut her grash or trim her bush?" Katie started to giggle. This was getting a bit embarrassing, but I had to admit, it was getting really funny and a good bit exciting, too. 

"OK, dear, I think it's time to eat some dinner. You need some food in your stomach. How about I cook and you relax a while?" I got up to go inside, and as I started to pick up the glasses, Katie grabbed for her still half-filled glass. 

"Oh, no, you don't," she laughed, almost falling off the bench. "Thasht still got stuff in it. You jusht leave that wif me." 

I gave up, threw you a cautioning glance and went inside to start dinner. In a couple minutes, I saw you pat Katie on the shoulder and come in to "help" me. 

You weren't two steps inside the door before you were in my arms and our lips met in a kiss that I didn't think was ever going to end.



No Going Back Ch. 40



As I held you, I couldn't stop my hands from sliding down your back to the edge of your swimming suit. My fingertips burrowed their way past the elastic until I could feel the cleft of your buttocks. You moaned into my mouth and pushed your hips against me. We both felt what was growing between us, and one of your hands moved down my chest toward my waist. 

This was all happening so fast. Over your shoulder, I saw Katie turn and try to look through the window. I knew she couldn't see in, but it was not wise to let her get her suspicions going. Besides, another few minutes and it would be totally impossible for me to walk out to the deck without her noticing . . . . well, you know. 

With a sad smile, I backed away from you and took the large salad bowl out to the deck, carrying it in front of me, lower than I would have normally. You brought the smaller bowls and silverware. I dished out the salads and passed Katie her bowl, noticing that her glass was again empty. I didn't offer to get her any more. 

The sun had already set, and we ate slowly watching the light change as the sky darkened. We talked about inconsequential things with Katie offering little. She seemed half asleep already from so many margaritas. You took advantage of Katie's . . . . condition . . . . to make frequent eye contact with me. Your smile at those moments was warm and inviting. It was just about the strangest situation I could imagine. 

At one point, we took the dishes back into the kitchen together, not turning on the lights in the house as we went in. Immediately, we were again in each other's arms. This time, your hand was . . . . there . . . . before I could stop you. I was already hard and throbbing, and you quickly snapped open my pants and pulled me free. 

Your soft hand wrapped around me and as we kissed passionately, you began stroking me. I felt you would have been able to make me cum almost immediately. I reached to push your hand away, and you quickly knelt down and actually took my rock hard cock deep into your mouth. 

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"No!" I begged. "Please, don't do this. Not here, not now." 

I was so close to cumming, my cock was vibrating. You leaned back, a look of incredible disappointment on your face. 

"I know," I said forlornly, "I want you so much, too, but we can't do it this way. Go on back out, please. We'll think of something." 

You stood up, took me in your hand once more and gave me a squeeze. "OK," you said, "Put that away for now, but keep it warmed up. I may find a way back to it soon enough." With that you turned and walked back out to the deck, while I tried to find a way to make myself presentable again. 

We I got back out to the deck, I found you sitting on the bench watching the waves. Katie was actually lying on her seat, sound asleep. I sat at Katie's head. You were sitting to my other side in a position that Katie couldn't see you, even if she opened her eyes. 

You looked at me for a moment, and smiled in a way that looked positively wicked. It didn't even surprise me when you reached for your shirt and pulled it over your head. What did surprise me was that without hesitation, you then reached up, untied the top of your swimming suit, and before I knew it, you were sitting there . . . on my deck . . . my wife sleeping peacefully beside me . . . with your bare breasts proudly displayed . . . almost close enough for me to reach out and touch. 

The moon hadn't risen yet and none of the houses nearby had outside lights on. I could see you clearly enough, but no one else was going to be able to see you. The three of us were as isolated as if we'd been miles away from another human being. 

Looking straight into my eyes, you raised your hands, lifted one of your gorgeous breasts, and with several of your fingers, you began to play with its nipple. Around and around your fingers moved, and I witnessed the hard nub in the center grow larger and longer, finally reaching a prominence that I wanted desperately to feel against the tip of my tongue. You knew exactly what I was thinking, and with only a slight stretch of your neck, you bent down and ran your own tongue across your nipple. Inside my pants, I was still fully erect. 

I didn't know how much of this I was going to be able to stand. And then, just to complete the impossibility of the moment, you reached to the band of your swimming suit, that spot just where your inner thigh reached your crotch, and as I watched in utter fascination, you pulled the suit aside and displayed to me the one place on earth I wanted to be more than anywhere else I could imagine. 

You were already glistening with moisture. Then, with your free hand, you extended one long delicate finger, and slid it through the wetness, parting your folds until they unsealed themselves and left you open to my hungering eyes. There you sat, one hand holding your suit so I could see you, the other hand holding yourself open. All I could think of was being on my knees in front of you, ready to bury my face into the river flowing in front of my eyes, drowning if necessary, just to drink my fill. Inside my pants, I felt my own river on the verge of overflowing. 

This was impossible. I had to do something. I stood up, reached to pick up your shirt and standing in front of you, I held it open for you to put back on. I didn't bother with the swimming suit top, and as you stood in front of me, you raised your arms and swung your breasts slightly side to side. I thought I was going to die. 

"Candace, please," I whispered. "I've got to get Katie into bed. Put on your shirt, please!" 

Reluctantly, you lowered your arms and slipped them into your shirt and allowed me to slide it down over your body. I bent toward you quickly and gave you a quick kiss, then turned back to Katie. She was still lying on the bench, but her eyes were open. I tried not to look startled . . . or to glance down at the bulge in my pants. 

"She's still here?" Katie said sleepily. 

"Yes, dear," I replied softly. "We all had a bit too much to drink. I told her she could sleep in the guest room tonight and go home in the morning. Is that OK?" 

"Ohhhh, ummm, yeah, I guess so," she said. "You're coming to bed with me, right? 

I wasn't sure what she was implying, but I decided to assume she was talking only about timing. "Yes, I'm coming to bed now. Come on, let me help you up." 

I got her standing and pointed her in the right direction. As she passed you, she reached out, meaning, I think, to touch your shoulder. Her hand landed on your chest and as she passed, it looked like her palm slid slowly across your breast. The expression on her face didn't indicate she even realized what she had done, but I saw you look at me in surprise. I shrugged my shoulders and helped Katie on into the house. What was going to happen next, I couldn't imagine. 

I managed to get Katie into the bedroom, undressed her quickly and put her under the covers. She was asleep before I could stand up and walk toward the door. As we had come in, I had pointed you to the bedroom next to ours, the doors only a few feet apart. I opened the door to see if you had gone to bed and there, framed in the doorway, you stood . . . without a stitch of clothes on. 

I was stunned. You are awesome. In that very same moment, standing in my own bedroom doorway, I could see both my wife asleep in our bed and your gloriously naked body less than five feet away. I stepped out into the hallway and pulled the door closed behind me. As I turned, you slipped into my arms and I felt your bare skin for the first time. I was in heaven. 

My hands wanted to touch you everywhere at once. I grasped your ass in my hands and pulled you to me. I raised my hands to your breasts and lifted them together until I could get my mouth on both nipples at the same time. At the same time, your hands were reaching for my pants and struggling desperately to get them open so you could reach me. Just as I came free and felt your warm hands wrap themselves around my lengthening cock, we both heard it . . . . . 

"Honey, where are you?" Katie called sleepily. "Come to bed, OK?" 

I thought I was going to die. I felt you grip me tighter, like you were going to refuse to let me go. I halfway hoped you wouldn't, but you reluctantly let me go and stepped aback. I could see your incredible body, glowing dimly in the moonlight coming in the window. This was going to be impossible. 

To my surprise, you reached for me, spun me around by the shoulder and pushed me back toward my bedroom. The lights were out, so I didn't even bother to get dressed again, I just pulled everything off and prepared to go get in bed with Katie. As I looked in the door, it looked like she was already asleep again, and I wondered if I really had to go to her. I saw her shift her position, indicating that she wasn't all the way asleep, so I moved toward the bed. Halfway through the door I felt your hands on my ass, pushing me the last few steps. 

I lay down on top of the covers beside Katie and looked back at the door. You were still standing there, looking in at us. I felt incredibly strange. I was lying on my back, naked, my hard cock pointing up my body. Without even thinking, I took it in one hand and stroked it slowly. You were there, hidden in the shadows, watching. 

I realized that if I let myself, in less than a minute I could bring myself to an incredible orgasm. God, I thought, should I do it? Should I jerk myself off while you stood there watching. My hand was sliding up and down my shaft, and then . . . . I felt a hand on my balls. I almost jumped up out of the bed. 

"I'm shorry honey,"Katie slurred. "Dush you need help wif that?" She rolled toward me and I realized that half asleep and almost fully drunk, Katie still wanted to please me in any way she could. Now, I really felt strange. Her hand was doing wonderful things to me. I was already so close to cumming, I didn't know if I could resist what she was doing. Did I really want you to see this? 

I reached for Katie's hand to try and let her know she didn't have to finish. Clearly, she misinterpreted what I wanted and before I could stop her, she rolled over on top of me, positioned her hips, and impaled herself on my throbbing cock. I was so excited at this point that I know I was huge. I saw that fact try to work its way into her consciousness, but all I think it did was begin to inflame her own passions. Her thrusts began to gain momentum, and it was obvious she was now concentrating fully on her own pleasure. I looked over toward you and to my shock, you had moved inside the doorway. You were still naked, and it was easy to see that you were incredibly excited by what you were watching. One of your hands was pulling on your nipples and the other was buried between your legs, moving rapidly. 

Katie's moans were getting louder. She was losing control. Her orgasm was approaching and I could tell it was going to be powerful. I felt her tighten around me, felt her take larger and larger breaths, and I knew she was almost there. Suddenly I felt the bed sag, and the next thing I knew, hands reached around Katie from behind, and I saw them cup Katie's breasts. Fingers closed over her hard nipples and I felt Katie explode into a million sparkling fireworks. 

Katie ground out her orgasm on top of me. Her spasms felt almost like she was milking my cock, and it was all I could do to hold back my own explosion. It was more than a minute that I lay there, feeling the power of what she was experiencing . . . watching your hands fondle her breasts . . . waiting for Katie to notice. 

Finally, I saw her awareness begin to return. She looked at me, bleary-eyed, then down to her chest. The hands on her breasts were still now, cupping her gently, but no longer pulling on her nipples. I saw Katie's eyes try to focus, her mind try to understand. It seemed she was only halfway able to imagine what had happened, and she slowly leaned to the side and her body lay down on the bed beside me. 

I watched her look at you, trying to pull herself into awareness. Her eyes met yours, and I thought, "Someone really ought to say something," but then all our eyes seemed to turn at the same time to my crotch noticing, with different thoughts I'm sure, that I was still long and hard. I was also completely drenched in the thick, molasses-like result of Katie's intense release. 

You reached for me, and I was so sopping wet, we could hear the "squish" as your fingers wrapped around me. "God," I thought, "If you start stroking me now, right in front of Katie, somebody is going to totally freak!" 

I saw Katie tense, ready to . . . . I don't know . . . attack, but then, with your eyes focused directly on Katie's face, you bent over, placed your face right in the middle to the puddle that was my crotch, and began to lick. You tongue extended into what looked like a long slender spoon, and you slowly began to suck up all the delicious nectar that had only moments ago flowed from my wife's still dripping vagina. 

You licked my balls, all around the base of my cock, and then slowly began to slide your tongue along the underside of my rigid, throbbing cock. Katie's eyes were huge as she watch you take into your mouth the pungent deposits she had left all over me. Then, still looking her directly in the eyes, you opened your mouth so that we could both see how much you had taken in, then you closed your mouth, closed your eyes . . . . and swallowed. 

For several seconds, your face hung there above us. We could see your throat move as your mouth emptied its contents down, down deep into your own body. Then, finally, you opened your eyes, looked again into Katie's face, smiled with an expression of undeniable desire, and reached again to take my cock in your hand. 

I waited, watching Katie, with absolutely no idea what she was going to do. Then, I saw in her face what had to be a realization of the honor you had just attempted to show her. I saw her realize that it might have been very, very difficult for you to do what you had just done. I never would have imagined it possible, but I saw her face soften. Yes, I saw a little sadness, but more clearly I saw a reluctant understanding. 

Katie reached out her hand and gently touched your lips. She stretched further and placing her hand on the back of your head, she pulled you toward her. For a moment, I thought she was going to try to kiss you, but then her hand pressed downwards, and with little resistance from you, I saw Katie aim another woman's mouth at her own husband's erect cock. 

I felt your lips close around the nearly bursting, dark purple head. Then I felt them tighten as they slid down along my entire length. You took me entirely into your mouth, all the way to the back of your throat, and maybe even beyond. I thought I was going to cum from that one single slide into your mouth. 

Katie understood my imminent orgasm as well as you, and I saw her place her hand under your chin and lift your head off me. She held out her hand to you, and as I watched in absolute wonder, she helped you balance as you swung your leg over my hips and positioned yourself straddling me. 

I felt your heat and realized I was poised directly at your tight, dripping opening. You looked over at Katie, that final question in your eyes, and I saw (or at least imagined) a tiny nod of her head. Accepting whatever communication had been given, I felt you tense your thigh muscles, raise your hips, position yourself exactly, and then, I felt your body descend. 

Time seemed to stop. At another moment, we both would have wanted to tease, but this was not such a time. In one long, slow slide, I felt the head of my cock push tightly against you, I felt it spread you powerfully and then pop soundlessly through that initial resistance. I felt you close around me as the head slid deeper, and I felt every inch of my long cock gripped inch by inch as your descent shoved me further and further into your dark depths. Finally, I actually felt myself pound against the very bottom of your well, and I felt you moan as the center of your very being rebounded from my cock's assault. 

I knew this was not going to last long, and you on top of me was not how I wanted this first time to happen. As your hips rose for their second thrust, my hips followed you up. My own powerful thighs lifted you off the bed, and like a trained springboard diver, in the air I twisted your hips, and without coming close to pulling out of you, I landed you on your back and planted myself firmly between your widely spread and completely welcoming thighs. 

I pulled back, nearly letting the head of my cock reach your tight opening, then dropped into you with a power fueled by the months we had waited for this very instant. By the time I hit bottom for the second time, your legs had flown up to encircle my hips, and I felt your ankles connect behind my lower back. I was trapped by the spider, and I knew I was not going to get away. 

The sounds you made as my third and fourth thrust split you open thrilled me in a spot that had the expected effect. I felt the burning begin, a fire that could not be denied, and like a wild man, my fifth, six and seventh thrust shook the bed. Not since the age of 18 has my orgasm happened so soon, but on the tenth thrust, your eyes rolled back and your legs flew apart as you felt me fill you with an explosion that had to feel like the most expensive champagne bath ever known. 

By the twentieth thrust, it was nearly over. Never had I experienced such an intense eruption, and it was all I could do to remember that you and I were . . . . . . . . not alone. I rolled from between your legs and felt next to me the other body there in the bed. Compared to the burning temperature of my own glowing skin, Katie felt cold. My heart shivered to think of what she must be feeling. 

Her eyes, were looking at me with a fire that was unreadable. I could see she wanted to say something. I waited, trying to look encouraging. 

"Do you love me?" she said quietly. 

"Forever," I replied. 

"Can you show me now?" she asked. "Can you help me believe this will all be OK?" 

I knew it would be a few minutes before I could give her what I really wanted to give her, but I kissed her gently and deeply, then moved lower, my tongue tracing a wet trail down her chest. I saw her legs part, and I vowed to show her how important she was, and always would be, to me. As my face disappeared between her legs, I looked up and saw you snuggle close beside my scared and shaking wife. I saw your hands begin to trace the contours of her face. I saw you begin your own effort to comfort her and reassure her that you were not there to take me away. 

Together, I hoped, we would show her how dear she really was, not only to me, but possibly even to you.