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Who's Vanilla Now? Ch. 01

By: sirhugs



"Tell me a fantasy."

"What? No way. I don't know you nearly well enough."

"Come on, Rachel, we've worked together what - four years now?"

"But do we really know the people we work with? What they really think?"

"And which ones wear leather underwear?"

"Ewww...thongs would be gross enough."

"So what sort of underwear do you wear?"

"I won't tell you."

"So will you show me?"

Rachel blushed a charming shade of pink, her cheeks matching her lipstick. Spring had finally sprung, and I had convinced her to play hookey just this once, extending our lunch hour into a long walk in the park. The tulips were just emerging. Under the trees, squirrels played amongst patches of snow. Rachel looked fetching in her beaten up bomber jacket, lace up boots and short skirt. The spiky layered black dyed hair looked tough, but the lipstick made her look like a little girl dressed in Mommy's clothes. If Mommy was a rock star's groupie. 

Rachel remained silent as she sat on a picnic table, her skirt tucked around her thighs. It surprised me when she pulled out a battered pack of Marlboros. She shook one out of the pack and lit up, blowing a plume of smoke into the crisp air. She silently offered me the pack. I was tempted to share the moment but instinct guided me not to let her direct the action.

"I didn't think anyone smoked anymore."

"Shows what you know." She scrunched her shoulders tight as a cool breeze invaded the park. One more drag and she dropped the cigarette under her boot, grinding it harshly into the wood. Rachel shifted a bit away from me, her chin ducked into her collar.

"What are you thinking, Rachel bear?" I teased. She had told me that 'Rachel bear' was her Dad's pet name for her. Dad had abandoned them when she was 14. She had been an awkward chubby teen, I knew, a class mate of my younger brother. Rachel had outgrown the ugly duckling phase. Her silence, her brooding character, spoke of depths of need. Need of male attention. She had never developed the confidence to expect men to desire her the way that we did. At least I did. Her essential vulnerability wrapped in the tough shell was irresistible. Just looking at her made me throb with desire. 

I didn't need to be an expert on women to realize that Rachel longed for a strong man, one just like she imagined her Daddy would be. Using her Dad's pet name built on that. Acting in control was the next stage. 

Rachel shook her head, sunlight bouncing off the shiny darkness. "Sorry, Mitch. It's just a private thought."

"More secrets. First, no give on the underwear, now no sharing your thoughts. I ought to punish you for that."

"Oh, you should, should you?"

"Of course. A girl like you needs a firm hand."

"You're such a big talker Mitch."

"What do you mean?"

"I suppose you think you're just the man to do it?"

Now it was my turn to blush. Fortunately, Rachel's face was still turned away. "Just try me."

"Yeah. I've been with lots of guys that talk big. Then they just want a quick blow job in their car, or take me to some smelly motel by the freeway. It's all just so boring and dumb. And, Mitch, nothing personal, but you seem like another vanilla guy to me."

I smiled. There's nothing I love like a challenge.

"Try me. What's your fantasy?" "That again."

"I bet I would fulfill your wildest fantasy. But in order to play the bet, you need to tell me."

Rachel paused again, lighting another cigarette. She turned her face to me, smiling slyly, and blew smoke in my face. Without a word, I reached out and plucked the butt from her lips. I took one long drag then ground it out on the arm of her jacket. "Did I say that you could smoke?"

Her eyes met mine and stared deep into my soul. I held her gaze, admiring the way her pupils spread wide in surprise, the lovely green irises almost vanishing. After a moment, Rachel's mock toughness reappeared. She shrugged theatrically. 

"Okay, Mitch, you asked for it. Are you sure you're ready?"

"Just do it."

"Okay, then. My biggest fantasy is to have sex in public. In a secluded wooded area. I imagine a strong man, silently taking me. Not needing to ask if I'm ready. The kind of man who knows I'm wet just thinking of fucking him."

"What are you wearing in this fantasy?"

"A long flowing skirt..."

"Well, there aren't enough trees in the park to really say it's secluded anyway, and you're wearing the wrong skirt...."

Just as Rachel said "See, I knew you would never...." I swept her off the table and tossed her into a pile of leaves left over from fall. I jumped on top of her, playfully embracing her, kissing her softly. As her hands grabbed my waist, holding me tight, her lips opened, allowing my tongue to explore her mouth, kissing more forcefully. 

Rachel was laughing, screaming that I was tickling her. This distracted me enough that she wriggled free. I smiled as I recognized the significance of her running into the trees instead of into the open. She only got a few steps away before I caught her, pushing her against the tree. I pinned her there, only her jacket cushioning her. Our tongues fought like cats in heat as our hands wrestled. I used my strength to give her what she wanted, pulling her skirt up, and fucking her there and then.

My hand went up her skirt, the tiny scrap of fabric brushed aside easily. I felt lacy lycra – neither old lady bloomers nor a thong.

"Brazilian panties" Rachel murmured, gasping for air as I ripped them off. Her hand struggled to undo my fly. I shoved the torn panties into my pocket as a trophy. She could talk no more as I swallowed her tongue into my mouth, my hands exploring the wetness between her thighs as she extracted my rock hard cock from my pants. 

Rachel pulled her head to the side moaning loudly as my right thumb separated her swollen labia. "What if someone's watching?"

"Shut up and enjoy this. You asked for it you little slut."

"Am ...not...a...slut...." Rachel grunted as I shoved her into the bark, one hand grasping her hip, the other halfway inside of her. Her boot clad feet locked around the backs of my knees.

"I'm fist fucking you. Still think I'm vanilla?"

Still she tried to joke, "Chocolate marble, maybe - or do you not like the old dirt road?"

I responded by biting her neck, pulling her butt away from the tree, and suddenly entering her anus up to the first knuckle of my middle finger. I bounced her against the tree, digitally double penetrating her, my hardness pressed between our bodies.

Rachel's hands were free. She steadied herself by grabbing my shoulders but once we got a rhythm going, she slid them around and pulled her jacket open. Underneath, she flouted the office dress code by wearing a black bra under a sheer white top. Neither of us was thinking of how she would look back at work when she grabbed both edges of the collar and ripped the shirt open, buttons popping wildly. I lowered my head to her chest, licking the space above the bra. She helped by pulling the cups away, her grapefruit sized tits popping free with the vigour of youth.

My hands continued massaging Rachel's clit and anus as I admired the beauty of her engorged nipples. They were a bright cherry red, contrasting sharply with the pale white flesh of the heaving mounds of tit. I nibbled her nipples, skipping any hint of tentativeness. In my brain, the old rock song 'Hurts So Good' played. Rachel asked for it. Now she was getting it.

'And speaking of getting it...," I reminded myself, " ...she better get all of it, now..."

I hefted Rachel up against the tree, my right hand slipping out of her pussy. I shifted my stance and dropped her abruptly onto my hard cock with no warning. Her cunt was ready, swallowing my whole shaft effortlessly. She was wet, wide and wanting. Her pussy walls contracted around my cock, fighting the pistoning motion. I continued finger fucking her ass in the same rhythm, and roughing up her tits with my beard.

Rachel levered herself, her shoulders against the trunk of the tree, pistoning down against me. I fucked her back, harder with each stroke. We were pressed so tightly together that my organ hardly moved at all. All the motion was in Rachel's half inch or so of play, the amount of room she could slide in her jacket. I gave up trying to kiss her tits and licked up her throat. 

"Jesus, Mitch! Don't give me a hickey. We still have to go back to work."

That realization seemed to redouble Rachel's tempo. Her thrusts gained force and speed. I was forced to start buckling my knees to compensate. I discovered that this allowed me to drive into her even harder, more than matching her intensity. Rachel's moans became groans. At two in the afternoon, there were no kids in the park, but some little old lady feeding pigeons, or a guy walking his dog, would have found Rachel very entertaining. The possibility increased my arousal further. My balls pulled tight against my groin as Rachel's groans became screams.

"You bastard, you aren't even wearing a condom."

I stifled further complaints by sticking my tongue down her throat. Her condom remark struck a note with my building sense of urgency. My prostate clenched, my balls roiled like peas in boiling soup. Three strokes later, my seed burst forth, flooding into Rachel. I kept fucking her as I was coming. Her orgasm joined mine. I released her lips, allowing her screams to fill the air. She bucked against me, keeping my pulsing cock hard, the warm sperm at first lubricating us, then acting like glue bonding us together as it dried on my shaft, and her thighs.

Finally, with a sigh, Rachel was exhausted. She slumped in the space between me and the tree. My cock shrank like a balloon leaking out the last of its air. Rachel unlocked her boots from behind my knees and slid her feet back on the ground. I stepped back, allowing her room to shake twigs out of her rat's nest of hair. She began shrugging her clothes back into some semblance of order. 

"If I had a safety pin in my nose, I'd have a way to fix my top. We'll, just have to find one when we get back to work. Speaking of which we better get going."

"Aren't you forgetting something?"

"What?"

I grabbed the back of her furry head and directed her glance down to my cum soaked cock. "Hadn't you better clean me?"

"What, a blow job here in the park? Are you absolutely fucking bonkers? Besides which, that's not part of my fantasy."

"But it is part of my reality. And I'm in charge now. Bonkers or not."

"But you came buckets. How can you cum again so soon?"

"Just lick me clean, you might be surprised by a treat of cream."

I gently applied pressure to the back of Rachel's head so it was easier for her to fall to her knees than remain standing and argue. Her earlier passivity seemed to have replaced her passion. With a shrug of her shoulders, she lifted my organ almost daintily, using just the tips of her fingers. She spent a moment examining it, testing the heft. She started smiling as she looked closely at the large vein snaking along the top surface, throbbing as I became semi erect. Her tongue darted across her lips as she rolled it around, exploring the tab of skin below the glans. 

"Start by testing that spot with your tongue."

"I've done blow jobs before you know."

"Probably to skanky punks and desperate old men. This is a fresh beginning."

Rachel finally followed my instruction, and continued as I spoke.

"Now roll your tongue below the edge of the bulb. Make sure you get any specks of your juices out of there. Can you tell it's both our tastes together?"

Rachel looked up, her big eyes sparkling with new found excitement. "It tastes strange."

"Surely you've tasted yourself before?"

"Oh, Gross! Yuck."

My erection was solid again. 

"Now stick your tongue in the slit."

Rachel instinctively started stroking my balls as she obeyed, but then paused, looking up again.

"Good girl, waiting for permission. Yes you may, as you run your tongue around my shaft in a spiral, licking every drop of dried cum clean."

I felt my balls tighten again. Remembering where we were, I briefly glanced around the park for onlookers, not quite sure whether I was ready for an audience or not. I knew Rachel was not, but she certainly deserved one. Her performance was worthy of the public cocksucking hall of fame. I was a little disappointed no one was nearby.

"Now one long stroke of the flat of your tongue up the bottom side."

I let my cockhead rest bobbing up and down on Rachel's tongue as she massaged my scrotum, then said, " okay, deep throat time....show me how you swallow."

Rachel wrapped her delicate fingers around the base of the shaft. Her head bobbed up and down, taking my whole length, and then withdrawing until she was licking pre-cum off my tip. My second load of the day was ready to surge forward, but Rachel's grip restrained it as she laved my cock thoroughly, obeying my deep throat direction, but adding her own tongue artistry, corkscrewing down the length, nibbling with her teeth as she went up. As her teeth raked sharply along the sensitive edge of the head, she released her grasp. My sperm burst forth in a rush. I could have sworn I saw the goo explode against the back of her throat. I know I really saw her gulp as the gob slid down her throat. Still gripping my shaft, she licked her lips clean.

It was Rachel's turn to check for gawkers. She giggled, her toughness gone, girlish again. "See that guy feeding the pigeons? I wonder if he got a woodie watching us."

Rachel's tongue flittered around the edges of my slit, cleaning me. I located the older fellow she noticed. His attention seemed to be elsewhere. I was pleased however that she was not repulsed by his presence. My cock stared going chubby yet again.

"My god, Mitch. You're a real sex machine. But we have to go back to work."

Rachel stood matter of factly brushing her knees off. I took her hand as she skipped out of the park. As our office tower came in sight, however, she released me and bounced ahead, returning to work separately.

I made a point of avoiding Rachel the rest of the day, catching up on calls I had missed during our extended absence. I was energized by the encounter and had a spectacularly successful day of peddling stocks to widows and orphans. But then, I was the firm's top broker. Rachel was strictly clerical, one of a pool of cube dwellers mailing promotional junk, answering phones, and craving excitement. 

Just before quitting time, I emailed Rachel: "Who's vanilla now?"

After five, I was almost the last to leave the office. My extended lunch hour had left lots of loose ends to tie up. 'Too bad it's not Rachel I'm tying up' I mused. That thought helped me speed through my stack of paperwork with a silly grin on my face. Once no one was around, I slipped Rachel's torn panties out of my pocket and inhaled her scent, proving it wasn't all just a dream. I got a new burst of energy. Suddenly, I was done. I headed out, not sure what would happen next. Just in case things worked out well, I made a quick detour to the little store around the corner.

The parking lot was empty. I paused to unlock my car, a bit saddened by not having plans with Rachel, nor a chance to go for the traditional post work Friday beer. As I considered whether to head off looking for the gang, or just go home, Rachel came out the door. Her dress was cleverly repaired with safety pins. You could never guess she had been ravaged in the park. The way the short skirt slid around her thighs took my breath away.

"Need a ride?" I asked, knowing she normally took the bus. 

Rachel stood, shivering in the spring air. She silently slowly shook her head from side to side, her chin buried in the collar of her bomber jacket. She crossed her arms, accidentally popping her ripe young breasts out of her torn blouse. Her nipples were stiff.

"Are you cold, or just happy to see me?"

Rachel looked at her nipples as if she had never seen them before. She could not resist laughing, no matter how hard she tried to act tough.

"Okay, then, if you'd rather take the bus..." I began getting into the car, slowly. As I hoped, Rachel reacted.

"You know, a ride would beat standing here freezing my ass off. It seems somebody stole my panties."

"They were torn anyway."

As Rachel climbed in, I hung the panties off the rear view mirror. She snatched them. I reached over to snatch them back. She avoided my grab by trying to stuff them into her shirt. My fingers dived into the chasm of her cleavage, brushing the firm inner slopes of twenty-two year old flesh. As I snagged a corner of the fabric, my hand cupped Rachel's left breast. I squeezed, gently for now. She placed her hand over mine, seemingly urging me to squeeze harder. I complied, though I knew her hidden plan was to distract me from the real prize of the panties. I retaliated by curling my fingers under and around her luscious orb, closing on the erect nipple. As I increased the pressure on the roundness filling my palm, my thumb and forefinger pinched the nub without warning. Rachel yelped, "Hey that hurt."

I snatched the panties back and shoved them down the front of my pants. Rachel leaned over, laughing, trying to grab them back. Her efforts soon turned to tickling, and I was squirming in my seat. To avoid her retrieving the prize, I undid my zipper and pulled them further into my pants. As I hoped, Rachel took the bait, her fingers sliding into my fly. I pulled the panties out the waist of my pants, leaving her hand to grasp my rapidly growing member.

If Rachel's earlier mood was more real than mock anger, she was now in full playfully aroused mode. She cupped my shaft in her palm briefly. With a tug, she popped it out of my briefs and through the opening in my pants in one instant. Since she had licked me eagerly in the park, and proven she could swallow my length, I assumed she would do that again. Instead, she pumped my member with her fist, giving it two firm strokes as she leaned even closer. She kissed me fiercely, her tongue twisting around mine. When she came up for air, she said, "May I give you a hand job?"

"Yes, but that's too messy in these cramped quarters. At the end, you better bend your mouth over my tip and swallow my cum."

"Yes, please."

Rachel had obviously learned well in her youthful gropings. She gripped my balls as she gently squeezed me to full erection. Working her fingers up the shaft, giving it a thorough massaging, she wrapped her small fist around the swollen cockhead. Her thumb teased the frenulum. She giggled. "Your cock is winking at me."

With her other hand, Rachel began kneading my balls, fingers stroking my pubic hair. Shivers ran up my spine. "I love how your cock is soft and hard all at the same time."

She began bouncing each nut in its sac, flicking them with her fingertips. "Be careful not to squeeze too tight," I cautioned.

At the top of the shaft, Rachel's other thumb teased the skin below the head tenderly, making not just my cock but my whole body jerk in response. She made a circle out of each thumb and forefinger, running one up and the other down my length, meeting in the middle, where she paused to knead the girth. She slid the lower hand up and the upper one down, where she returned to massaging my balls until my excitement increased so that they were tight against my groin. 

This was having quite an effect on me, but Rachel was excited as well. Her cheeks were flushed, the redness spreading all the way down her open top to showcase her nipples, which seemed to lengthen with each pump of my shaft. I reached over and pinched them at the same time. She jumped up startled. "Good girl, you reacted but didn't lose your rhythm."

I continued pinching each nipple in an alternating rhythm, my fingertips grazing the underside of her breasts, teasing them to fullness. Rachel stroked my shaft with long slow strokes, occasionally pausing to watch it teetering in the air, leaning against my belly then tilting towards the front of the car. "You have a beautiful cock you know. Nothing like the ugly ones I've seen before."


Who's Vanilla Now? Ch. 01



One finger now teased the spot where the bottom of my cock head joined the shaft. Rachel's other hand massaged my thighs. My balls were heavy with seed. My shaft was throbbing, begging for release. Rachel's hand stopped massaging and formed an improvised cock ring above my balls. 

"Take me."

Rachel bent lower. She flicked her tongue across the top of my cock, tasting the precum.

"Ready?" she asked.

I could only moan. My abs tightened. My hips rose off the seat, thrusting my one-eyed weapon towards Rachel's lips, but this was all pure animal instinct. My brain was drowning in hormones. Rachel gently rubbed around the tip of my cock. The middle finger of her other hand snaked under my balls as she used the first two to squeeze the root. She blew hot air across my tip. "Is that why they call it a blow job?" I joked.

I wasn't laughing a moment later as her finger stabbed through my anal ring. Her head bobbed down, taking the head of my cock into her mouth, but not sucking at all. Warm air bathed my flesh. Her lips sealed just beneath the edge. Rachel slid the top hand to the base of the shaft, using it as a cock ring, freeing up her bottom hand. She opened me wide, massaging my prostate with three fingers. My balls pulsed once, twice, thrice. Rachel removed her fingers. Suddenly my load exploded upwards. I felt the blowback as the cum bounced back off the roof of Rachel's mouth. She held her lips tight around me, swallowing with her throat but not sucking with her tongue or cheeks.

I was amazed how long I pumped sperm into Rachel's throat, especially having already cum twice just a few hours earlier. She gulped greedily until I was empty. When Rachel released my shrunken organ from her mouth, a single drop of cum dangled from her lower lip to my tip. As she sat upright, the string broke. I raised my finger and caught the tail. I slowly lifted the wetness to my lips, tasting myself.

"See, if you can do it, so can I."

Rachel's tongue flicked across her lips, cleaning them. She started straightening her clothes. Before she could object, I put the car in gear and scooted out of the lot into traffic. Her hand was clutching her jacket tightly shut

"Hey, how about me, isn't it my turn?"

"Sure, just ease the seat back and do yourself right here while I drive. I'd help, but we don't want to be in an accident."

"But it's rush hour. Someone might see." 

"That's the point."

I smiled. In less than a half day, Rachel had gone from resisting sharing her fantasies to being willing to masturbate in front of me. Somehow, that was more exciting than the sex in the park, or the hand job in the parking lot. If she'd do it in traffic. 

"Open your blouse," I instructed as we stopped at a red light. "It's torn anyway."

Rachel shrugged her shoulders the same way she had in the parking lot. I waited, concentrating on driving. Half a block later, I made a show of rearranging the rear view mirror to watch her. Like earlier, she slowly shook her head, crossing her arms under her breasts. The smile came a bit faster, though. She knew releasing the collar of the jacket would expose her cleavage slightly. The arm action enhanced it. It was still more tease than show though.

I started to reach over to pull the fabric open, but stopped short. She needed to do this herself, for both of us.

"That's not open," I said, "reach your fingers up to the collar, and pull it wide open. Or are you too vanilla?"

That did it. With a "harrumph" and a sneer, Rachel pulled her jacket wide open. The same motion popped what few buttons remained on her top. The guy in the red half ton next to us honked in appreciation as the tops of her milky white globes burst into plain view, hoisted skyward by her black underwire bra.

"Show him more."

Rachel no longer hesitated. With a wiggle of her shoulders, she freed her tits entirely from her bra, lifting them in her palms like two grapefruit. She winked and laughed at the guy in the truck, who was drooling beneath his John Deere cap. I whipped the car through traffic, leaving him in our wake. Rachel doubled over with laughter.

"That guy looked ready to pop," she commented. "God, I'm laughing so hard, I think I'd pee my panties, if I was wearing any."

"We can fix that."

"How? You tore mine"

"Drat. Now my secret slipped out. Where do you think I'm driving? We're going to Marissa's Closet in the new Power Center outside town. Since I ripped them, I figured I better replace them. With interest."

"Interest?"

"Yes. I thought I'd buy you a few extra items."

"Oh, goodie. I know just the things."

"Hold on. I do the picking."

Rachel affected a giant pout then could not hold back her laughter. Her naked breasts jiggled as she giggled. "Yes, Master," she mocked.

We stopped at another red light. In the next lane over on Rachel's side, a red convertible pulled next to us. It was full of rowdy young men out on the town, starting Friday night early. Except the driver was a gorgeous blonde woman who looked twentyish. She had long hair that flowed in the wind even while they were stopped. Her eyes were hidden by dark glasses, but her expression revealed her boredom. 'Why is it,' I wondered, 'that women mature so fast that when men remain boys we bore them?' Perhaps I would ask Rachel some day. For now, I just reminded myself that manly beat boyish. I noticed the boys sitting on the rear deck of the convertible gesturing towards Rachel's tits.

"Give the boys a show."

"What?" Rachel was not looking to her right.

"Stroke the full roundness of your breasts."

This time Rachel complied without hesitation. She lifted both tits in her palms, softly caressing the creamy undersides, rolling her fingers in between, and then pulling them apart.

"Swivel in your seat. Give them a better view."

I thought the guys were going to fall out of the car; they were leaning over so anxiously. Even the female driver was watching, smiling. Or light turned green. I pulled away, burning rubber. The blonde reacted a bit less quickly. "Are we planning to lose them?" Rachel asked.

"Not yet." As I drove, I instructed Rachel to continue massaging her own breasts. "Imagine a lover's hands caressing you. Perhaps you don't know who it is. Maybe you are blindfolded. The hands are soft and gentle, exploring each centimeter of skin, as if examining for a blemish though none are there. No - don't touch the nipples yet."

Rachel's eyes were closed. She leaned back in her seat, sighing, rock hard nipples pointing towards heaven. "The hands treat your flesh as objects of wonderment, not like a pimply faced youth kneading dough. They work in unison, each breast receiving equal treatment. Long slim but strong fingers lifting from underneath, rolling up the inside slopes, rubbing the upper surface. Your breasts are so pale; your lover knows they never see the sun. You will learn how to display them better in time. You are like a flower, opening. And like a flower, your breasts need the sun and the rain. But all in time."

"May I touch my wet pussy?"

"Not yet."

At the next red light, I timed it so the blonde and her convertible full of hormones pulled even again.

"Squeeze your breasts. First one in each hand. Now press them together. Turn and point those headlights at the boys." 

Rachel was giggling as she complied. The blonde in the next car was staring as intently as her passengers. Unlike them however, she remained calm. Her only reaction was a slow spreading grin brightening her face. The shades covering her eyes left her true feelings a mystery.

The light changed again, and I dodged through traffic, watching in my mirrors to see how the blonde reacted. She clearly was racing to keep up. Rachel meanwhile continued kneading her tits, leaning back against her seat moaning.

At the next traffic light, the blonde's only opening was pulling up on my side of the car. I instructed Rachel not to escalate the pattern yet, but rather to just continue manipulating her mammaries. Her hand started down her chest towards her groin. I gently reached across and grasped it. 

"Not yet. No fucking yourself with your fingers until I say so."

Holding her tiny fingers in mine, I encouraged her to rub her stomach in languid circular strokes. Rachel began purring like a kitten.

The young man seated on the back of the convertible's rear seat closest to us had the best view into the car. In my side view mirror I saw he was cupping his package through his pants, kneading his balls and that rapidly growing cock. The blonde driver was grinning, looking past her passenger. But for the shades, she would be making eye contact with me, as if daring me to go further. Her left hand quietly undid two buttons on her shirt, exposing the fleshy tops of her generous breasts to me, without alerting her friends to this escalation of the game.

Rachel looked over towards the convertible. I directed her to lift her breasts clear of her torn shirt and brush her jacket aside. She cupped one in each hand and, grinning, hoisted them on display, arching her back like a magazine model to present the trophies triumphantly. As she did this, she noticed the blonde's cleavage. "Do you like her big tits better than mine?" she asked.

"No. I love the beauty of women's souls. Your spirit makes you special. Now, she seems to have potential. But it is you who I possess, and therefore am possessed by."

"Possessed?"

As Rachel asked this, the light turned green again. Blondie and I began a ballet of dodging through rush hour traffic, coordinating our efforts to remain in tandem.

"I don't care to be any man's property." 

"Of course not. But you need a strong man to be truly free."

I waited for her to say what bullshit that was, but she was too busy dreamily caressing her breasts, her tongue flicking out across her lips. Despite my focus on traffic, I snuck enough sideways glances to ensure she maintained control, continuing her actions without extending beyond my instructions. My cock shocked me by swelling with renewed excitement. Watching her tongue move was almost better than feeling it around my shaft. Looking at her playing with her tits, however, made me want to try titfucking them. Seemingly reading my mind, Rachel chose that moment to squeeze her melons together, proving that even firm young midsized breasts could be formed into a tunnel of lust. My attention was so distracted I almost rear ended the blonde's convertible as she whipped ahead of me at the next traffic light.

My spirits sagged, disappointed that I had a poor view of my antagonist. Rachel made a pout, apparently realizing the boys in the red car now could only see her if they turned awkwardly. Fortunately, before either of us could comment, the light turned green. I cut through an opening to my left and maintained station beside the convertible. 

"Now pull on your nipples. Grasp each one between your thumb and first finger. Caress the bottom of the nipple with the middle finger. Rub the flesh of your breast with your last two fingers."

I was able to see both Rachel's compliance and the reaction of the young men in the other vehicle. Their eyes were almost popping out of their heads. Drool ran down their chins. They were pointing, slapping palms and punching each other's shoulders. I chuckled. "Much more of this and we'll have them whipping out their cocks right in the middle of traffic."

"Oh, I think I'd enjoy that." Rachel blushed as she paused, her fingers still working her nubbins. She looked down, chewing on her lip. "But, for some reason, I think I'm more interested in how the driver is reacting. She is so beautiful, so classy, so cool looking."

In other words, everything Rachel thought she wasn't, and claimed to despise.

Rachel's remark drew my attention back to the blonde. I was close enough to see her nipples straining to join Rachel's in freedom. As I watched, the blonde slowly grinned. She reached a hand up to her shades and pushed them up to the top of her head. She gave me a leering wink. Rachel must have noticed too. She twisted in her seat, leaning forward, depriving the guys of the best view, directing the show at the woman. Rachel arched her back further.

"Now pull those nipples out from the mounds," I instructed. Rachel obeyed, using her remaining fingers to cup the underside, lifting the flesh like a baker showing off the treats. I thought the rowdiest young man was about to fall out of the convertible. Or maybe he was about to leap across towards us. I wondered if we had gotten too carried away for only a moment. Then I was distracted by the blonde reaching her hand discretely over to undo another button on her shirt, once again shielding her actions from her passengers. The guy sitting next to her might notice later, but for now, this display was only for Rachel and me.

Blondie used her fingertips to push the sides of her blouse apart. As she did this, she gently caressed the soft mounds of flesh cupped inside her white lace bra. It was like she was the ying to Rachel's yang. One dark and rough, the other creamy smooth. One lean and tight, the other pleasingly curved and padded. I shook my head trying to adjust the focus as images of the two of them together cascaded through my brain. I pictured the blonde exploring Rachel's smaller, firmer tits, while Rachel suckled on the blonde's impressive flesh. In this fantasy, I watched for a long while, stroking my hardness as the two girls fondled kissed and licked....

My reverie was shattered by honking horns. I was daydreaming through a green light. Blondie laughed, put both hands on the steering wheel and raced off through traffic. I drove off, thinking one part of the game was over, but still enjoying playing with Rachel.

"Continue pulling those nipples. Imagine it's the blonde with her mouth on your tits. She is not entirely new to this, but not overly experienced. Perhaps she had two female lovers. A roommate in college. All they did was tentative experimentation. Enough to give her a taste of the pleasures that await. After that ended badly, she went back to dating men - she never really stopped, but for a while wondered if she would ever fuck one again. She decided that she was surrounded by overgrown boys. Then, unexpectedly, she met a more mature lesbian lover. A woman dedicated to same sex love. A tender teacher. Blondie sucks your tits with talent honed to a fine edge by these lessons. The real difference though is when she touches your pussy. Her lover prepared her well. Blondie knows ways to caress a woman totally beyond what any man could hope to know."

I clanked over. Rachel was lying back in her seat, fingers frantically pulling at her nipples, stretching them far away from the supporting flesh. Her eyes were closed as she escaped into the fantasy I painted. Her moaning sounded pre-orgasmic.

"You may push your skirt up." Not that there was much skirt to push. Rachel spread her legs wider, hooking her right boot on the dashboard. Her left foot straddled the gearshift. She pressed her shoulders against the seat back, lifting her hips. Pantiless, once her skirt was scrunched around her waist, the breeze was free to cool her heat.

Although I had no need to shift as I steered effortlessly through traffic, I rested my hand on the shifter, casually caressing her calf. I felt her muscle stiffen, and then relax. Rachel said nothing about my touch. Instead, she asked, "What shall I touch now?"

"Stroke your inner thigh with your right hand; continue teasing your nipples with the left."

It took all my willpower to turn my eyes back to traffic from watching Rachel's delicate fingers tracing curves along her muscular legs. At the top of each arc, her forefinger would almost graze her labia, but she understood the limits of my instructions like the apt pupil she was. Her purring confirmed that the anticipation was almost as rewarding as the actual reward she would receive once I allowed her relief. That would not be immediate, however. For now, we were stuck in a Friday night bottleneck in the part of town known for after work partying. I restrained my frustration, retaining my appearance of calm. Taking advantage of the opportunity to observe Rachel stretching her nipples one at a time towards the heavens was my reward for patience.

"I suppose we lost our audience," Rachel moaned, then giggled, "though I think the guy in that 4 by 4 is enjoying this." She lifted her hand from her leg and waved. With another chuckle, she blew him a kiss.

My cock was threatening to rip my pants, so I released it from its imprisonment. Rachel's performance had more than revived me. I was sticking straight up like a tent pole. As traffic began to move, I gave myself a few gentle strokes.

"Wouldn't you rather I do that?" Rachel asked.

"I would rather you touch yourself."

Rachel did not have to be told twice. Using the fingers of her right hand to spread her labia wide, she flicked her clit out of its hood with her left thumb and proceeded to rub three fingers across it vertically, using a rapid motion that never broke contact with the sensitive flesh. Her moaning quickly became groaning. I was driving through traffic again, so could only watch out of the corner of one eye as first one, then two, and finally three fingers began stabbing into her own pussy, making a loud squishing sound.

She maintained this attack for several minutes. Her right hand slid back to her nipples, tugging each in turn, pulling them even harder than earlier. Her eyes were closed as her left thumb caressed a tender bump along the side of her cunt. 

"Slow it back down, we still have a ways to go," I instructed.

"Oh, you might have a ways to go but I'm pretty close," Rachel said, gasping for air. Despite her humour, she obeyed my command, no longer finger fucking vigourously. She ran her hands around her inner thighs, finger tips teasing her labia, occasionally pinching her clit. With her eyes shut it was as if she barely was noticing that she was in public. Random vehicles continued driving past. Several men and more than a few women slowed to admire Rachel's display.

Rachel turned her head to look at me watching her. She broke into an easy grin, more relaxed than I had ever known her. Her fist was buried half way up her pussy. The car was filled with squishy sounds and her unmistakable aroma. I was seriously tempted to free my stiff cock and have her climb aboard my cock to fuck as I drove. I decided that would be not only dangerous, but too predictable. I pondered ways to find out if she wanted to fuck yet. If she did, I decided, I would deny her. 'Yeah, right,' my inner devil commented.

I wasn't the only one lost in thought. Rachel slumped back against the seat again, her thighs clenching around her fist. I suspected she was in the middle of a chain of silent orgasms. She blushed as our eyes met.

"I need to confess something." Rachel paused, her fingers frozen around her throbbing clit, her right nipple extended in her grasp.

It was hard to imagine she had any secrets left awful enough to make her blush. 

"Go ahead," I said, steering around a slow moving cement truck. The driver stared so hard at Rachel that he almost wiped out a little old lady in a Civic. "Tell me."

"If it wouldn't cause an accident, I would be climbing aboard your cock right now. My cunt is craving a fucking from a good stiff cock."

"Look in the glove box."

"What?" Rachel looked confused. "What does the glove compartment have to do with me needing to get fucked? I'm asking you to pull off this damn freeway and you're playing silly games?"

I held her gaze, luckily not getting into an accident. Finally, she shrugged, saying, "I guess I better look before you get us both killed." She shook her head with the same heaviness she had shown earlier in the day. "I just start thinking you're a fun sorta freak then you go all weird on me again."




Who's Vanilla Now? Ch. 01



Her skepticism dissolved into a grin, her hair tossed back as she laughed, grabbing the big purple rubber dildo I had purchased earlier out of the opening. "Let me guess...the little shop around the corner?"

I smiled back, nodding, weaving through traffic again. 

"It's like my favourite spot," Rachel exclaimed, rolling the fake cock between her palms, "I guess we have lots of tastes in common." She paused, grinning back at me. "Just let me get this nice and warm, and then you can watch me working it."

"You mean watch you fuck yourself with that plastic cock?"

"Yes."

"Say it as you do it."

"I'm going to fuck my soaking wet wide open cunt with this fat purple cock, wishing it was yours. But first, I'm using it to titfuck myself; to make sure I'm really ready. Ohhh, I'm laying her, eyes closed, wishing this was your cock." She paused, blushing again. I sensed another giggle trapped on her lips.

"What?"

Rachel broke into another huge grin, opening her eyes to stare over at me. "I hope you're not the jealous type. Truth is, I was thinking how nice your cock would feel, making my nipples hard as little pebbles, but then I realized - when I'm this horny, any cock would do." Her giggled bubbled out like water running through a brook, but I didn't care. Her nipples really did look like pebbles. I looked up from them to find myself making eye contact with some guy in a BMW. 'Yeah, man, that's MY hard cock poking out she's wanting,' I felt like yelling.

When I looked at Rachel again, she was pressing the eye of the cock against her right nipple. Still chuckling, she said, "Well, real cocks are still better. No matter how hard I push, this thing hasn't got a slit to trap my tip with. I love fucking a guy's peehole with my nubbin. As long as I get to lick up any stray drops of pee."

"Before or after?" 

"During. Before After. All of the above."

As she licked the tip of the dildo, Rachel saw me looking down at my throbbing cock, the slit gaping thirstily.

"Like I said a minute ago. No blowjobs in the car. Way too much traffic. If you want one, pull over."

"Maybe later, I want lots of time at the lingerie store first. Please resume talking your way through using the substitute cock."

"It still feels good on my tongue, and licking it sends little electric shock waves from my tits to my pussy. It's hard to believe they can get more excited but I think I can feel my boobs swelling with arousal, and my cunt seems puffier."

Ignoring the fact that there had to be at least a dozen pairs of eyes watching, Rachel ran the dildo across the tops of her breasts, teasing her nipples more. The fingers of her other hand caressed her labia, tweaking her cunt wide open. Her clit was sticking out like the nose of a young animal, eager to leave its den. She flicked the long finger across the surface of her button as she rolled the dildo across her lean stomach.

"I love how a cock feels pressing against my navel. When I was a silly young thing trying to protect my virginity, I had a boyfriend who fucked my tummy as if it was a cunt. He loved to fill my well with his sperm." Rachel giggled. "I loved making him eat his own cum out of my navel. And after a while, I would get other guys to cum there, then phone him to come over and lick up the drying cream."

"I see you like rubbing it on the spot just above your slit too. I've done that before to tease a woman's clit out of its hood to make oral sex easier, but your button has popped already."

"Does that mean the meal is cooked?"

"Only if you're an e-z baste turkey."

"If you had said that yesterday, I might have made a joke about you being the turkey. But today I've learned you're more like a falcon....gliding along until you spot an opportunity, and then swooping in for the meal."

"I do like to eat my prey."

"I better get on with fucking myself or we'll never get shopping. But first, I just want to...."

"What?"

Rachel responded by reaching over and giving my naked cock one swift stroke with her palm, ending by curling the fingers around and polishing the knob. She stopped like that, one hand on me, one pressing the dildo at the opening of her cunt. I almost swerved into the next lane. The senior citizen in the sedan I just missed scowled, but then his prim and proper looking wife winked at me and pointed out to him what we were doing. He smiled then, honked his horn, and sped up slightly. I noticed however that the wife's head quickly dipped below the seat, towards his lap. I imagined the headline of tomorrow's paper, 'Rolling Freeway Orgy Kills Dozens.' The sub head would have to read 'but they died happy'.

Rachel followed my eyes and chuckled at the effect she was creating. "I never knew just driving to the store could be so exciting," she said, giving my cock a light slap before moving her hand back to caress her left breast. I noticed that during the distraction, the dildo had settled right in the entry to her pussy, nestling between the lips, but not quite penetrating. Again, she looked where I was looking, and smiled.

"Push it in slowly."

Rachel moaned as she pierced her lower lips with the fat rubber cock, pinching her nipples in turn with her free hand. I focused on the traffic for a few minutes, sufficiently entertained by Rachel's monologue.

"Oh, this dildo makes me so wet. I wish you could look over and see how shiny it is with my juices. In a few minutes, I'll be clenching my pussy around your cock instead of this fake one. Looking at your hard cock exposed as you drive makes me so wet. May I take the dildo to my mouth so I can taste it?" 

"Yes, please."

I glanced from my driving to watch. As I turned my head, I realized the blonde in the red convertible had found us again. She was maintaining pace, one hand on the steering wheel, the other frantically moving below the level of the door. It registered a moment later that she had dropped off her passengers somewhere and was now alone in the car.

"This tastes salty but sweet," Rachel sighed, "and I think I taste a bit of your cum left over from earlier."

I watched with one eye on the blonde's tongue flashing across her lips, afraid I was about to see her rear end another car, but I was watching Rachel's actions too intensely to react. 

"I'm putting the dildo back into my pussy now, pushing it all the way up in a single fast stroke, then only withdrawing it a bit so I stroke short fast strokes imagining it's your fat cock pistoning in and out."

The car in front of the blonde swerved to the off ramp, not knowing it was avoiding a collision by only inches as blondie strained to get a better look at Rachel's hand pushing the cock. As she stretched, I saw her nipples were now fully free from her shirt and bra, exhibiting her excitement erectly. I winked at her. She smiled in return. 

I returned my concentration to driving, glancing often to watch the rubber cock sliding swiftly through Rachel's love tunnel. She continued her commentary. "I'm fucking myself with short strokes. It is very flexible compared to a real hard cock, so it tends to curve up to reach for my clit at the end of each stroke. That makes my hips want to lift off the seat driving the prick deeper into me. This is cool because a real guy would be too cramped to fuck me like this. I wish though that you could reach over to nibble my nipples. I am tugging them as hard as I can, but teeth would be so much better."

"We'll have lots of time for that later. Why don't you close your eyes and think of that blonde biting them as she fucks you with a strap on?"

Rachel chuckled. "I've never tried bi, but I suppose if I objected, you would have the right to ask 'who's vanilla now?' And she is cute, if you like Barbie dolls."

"She's frigging her clit as she drives, so I suspect she likes you too. At the least, she's not plain vanilla."

When Rachel did not chuckle in reply, I looked over more closely. Her eyes were closed, hips thrashing up off the seat, and twisting sideways as she thrust the dildo ever deeper ever faster. Rachel's breathing was becoming panting. Orgasm must be near. This was a good thing, since the exit for the shopping center was next. 

"It would be cool for her to be a virgin. Then she could be the cherry you eat with my cream," Rachel said.

"In the parking lot?"

"No, I think we better save ourselves. I want to see what else you've thought up. But, first, I need to finish this."

Rachel sat up, turned her head and made eye contact with the blonde. In addition to the dildo, Rachel added two fingers thumping a steady tango beat directly on her clit. She dramatically rolled her tongue across her lower lip. The blonde duplicated the action. Suddenly, Rachel drew her tongue back into her mouth, her teeth bit sharply into her lower lip and she tensed. A shudder ran through her back. She collapsed back into the seat. Her tongue cleaned drops of her own blood off her lip. The dildo sat loose in her pulsating pussy as she continued stroking her clit through wave upon wave of orgasm. I pulled into a parking spot in time to watch. She finished with a heavy sigh, her eyes shut. Finally, she grinned and said, "Who's vanilla now?"

I looked around, saw the blonde's car parked nearby, but the woman herself had vanished.

After taking a minute to regain her composure, Rachel suddenly was the timid girl she had begun the day as, acting reluctant to enter the store. "Don't behave like a six year old," I admonished. "But hey, I'm not your Mommy. If you want to pout in the car I'll shop without you."

Marissa's Closet was an upscale boutique. In the front half of the store, nubile twentyish clerks dressed in tight stretch pants or short skirts topped with v-neck blouses offered peeps at there lacy under things as they alternated between overselling to embarrassed husbands and cajoling middle class housefraus to be daring and wear bikini panties. Friday evening, there was also a big contingent of giggling eighteen year old girls pawing through the discount thong pile by the cash register. They seemed amazingly uniformly bronzed and bleached, tall with poker straight hair down to their waspish waist. I suspected that the only way they told themselves apart was the colour of their navel gems. Or perhaps that was why they pulled the thongs above their low rider pants- then they could hopefully remember that 'Sandy is wearing scarlet, Trudy is wearing turquoise' et cetera.

I paused for a few minutes to admire the show. I knew it wasn't really for my benefit - no doubt some girl would go home and telephone her best friend to talk about the 'old pervy guy who was scoping me out at the Closet'- but it was theater, and screamed for an audience. In that way, I fulfilled my necessary function quite well I thought. After admiring the scenery, I worked my way back to the deeper recesses of the store. Marissa's Closet was a busy cupboard, and like many people's homes, a lot of the most interesting things were hidden in the back. At Marissa's, you had to even buy a membership in the "Curtain Club" to go through the partition - tantalizingly semi-sheer silk, hinting to the vanilla girls in front of the passions of the harem.

I paid the dues and joined the club. The world beyond the curtain was tinged with the tang of South Asian incense - sandalwood and cinnamon. The décor was more Pirates of the Caribbean than Dungeon. Vintage chests overflowed with silky thongs, not unlike those in the front of the store. There were additional items scattered discretely around, however. The effect was accentuated by the salesgirls, one of whom was costumed as a schoolgirl wearing a name tag reading "Barely legal bare bottom Betty", another was dressed in hip high black boots, a black leather bra, and the smallest leather skirt ever made. This Mistress wandered her zone slapping her thigh with a small quirt. I noticed that at the very back of the store, a sign read "Mistress Marissa's Old Tyme Saddle Shoppe and leather goods".

The woman who took my fee was made up in full goth effect, wearing a floor-length black cape. As she moved, I saw that under this she wore a lacy black teddy, accentuated by a silver chain around her neck, apparently linked to the nipple clamps poking out against the lace. As I waited for Rachel to catch up, I couldn't help but stare, and asked, "Is that in turn linked to your pussy?"

The sales clerk never broke eye contact. There was no hint of blushing. "We like to think our customers have enough confidence in their imagination to not only provide there own answers to fill in those blanks, but to prefer it that way."

She noticed Rachel approaching. "Although for a small tip, I'll show you and your girlfriend. If you - or she - want to explore beyond looking, the fee goes up. Depending how far you want to go, management might insist we take it off the premises. Lucky for you, the girls and I have arranged to park a trailer right behind the building." 

"Well, at least you're not drooling or blushing at the prospect. I guess you only look vanilla."

"Who's vanilla now?" asked Rachel, arriving just at the end of the conversation. Her face glowed with excitement. Her eyes were like a little girl's at Christmas. Suddenly, I felt like a pervert Santa. "We're anything but vanilla here."

"Is there something in particular you have in mind?" the clerk asked, taking another five dollars from me to let Rachel in.

Rachel asked to just wander around the store. She went left. The clerk led me to the right. "Hi, my name is Monique. Are you familiar with our change room policies?"

"No."

"Along the left wall are conventional booths where your lady may try on what she wishes with privacy. In the back are private booths - little rooms really - where you may enter with her to assist or watch. We only ask that, to avoid legal problems, no sex occur."

"Wouldn't want anyone mistaking this for a bath house."

"Exactly."

"But how do you enforce that?"

"There are signs in the rooms. But we also like to reinforce verbally - we use closed circuit cameras."

"Smile you're on Marissa TV? How do you punish offenders? Posting their booties in action on the internet?"

Underneath the goth paint, Monique blushed. Apparently Victoria wasn't the only panty purveyor with a secret. Rather than answer, she brushed aside a curtain half way down the right wall, and showed me into a side room. "This however, is Marissa's most special cupboard. We call it "Alice's Wonderland'. If your lady chooses to try her choices on in this area, anyone who wishes may watch through the looking glass. If you wish, you may choose which side of the looking glass to be on."

"What difference does that make, if there's no touching?"

Monique gave a dramatic wink. She whispered, leaning in closely giving me a wonderful view of her magnificently firm lace enhanced bosom, and the scent of jasmine. "Did I say anything about no touching in the special rooms? There are cameras of course, but those are not monitored on an ongoing basis. What happens in the special room stays there."

The tip of the Monique's tongue flicked out across her black lined ruby red lips. She leaned even closer, her cape falling around both of us. I nervously glanced to see how Rachel was taking all of this but Rachel was still a little girl in a candy store, staring at a mannequin displaying a black lace corset with red trim, displayed complete with garter belt, stockings, six inch heels and both handcuffs and a whip.

Monique gently touched my chin with her fingers and swiveled my head so our noses were touching. I felt her nipples cutting into my chest like diamonds. Her breath was a sweet cloud in my nostrils. Most shocking though was her hand reaching in between us, fondling my cock through my slacks. Already excited by the exhibitionism on the way over, my wooden soldier was instantly at attention.

"Of course, I would love to model for you in a private room." She stared across, making eye contact with Rachel. "Do you mind my using your boyfriend? I promise to give him back intact. Almost, anyway."

"He's not really my boyfriend. He's just a guy from work that I fucked in the park who thinks he can prove he's kinkier than me. Use him all you want, as long as there's pleasure in it for me. Oops - I mean, for him."

"How about for both of you?"

"I'm not a lesbian, so I doubt watching you model will do much for me."

"Let's see about that. Now what shall I model?"

"How about that outfit Rachel is drooling over?

"You guys go in this side," she held the curtain open. "I'll appear on the other side of the looking glass in a moment." She lowered her voice. "You do know that you tip me for this, right?" I nodded as she startled me with a peck on my lips. The parting squeeze of my package was less unexpected. 

"What are you grinning about?" Rachel asked as she joined me on the seven foot long padded bench in the viewing area.

"Just how unusual the world has suddenly become today. Sex in the park. You masturbating on command in the car. Monique taking us through the looking glass. I know I've never had my nuts grabbed in a store before."

"Gee, who's vanilla now?"

As if to emphasize her point, Rachel reached over without warning and harshly squeezed my scrotum.

"Ouch. Speaking of vanilla. What about this 'I'm not a lesbian' crap. Drawing lines and defining ourselves with labels? Who's vanilla now?"

"Well, I have never been with a woman before. You started today talking about fantasies. It's never been a dream of mine to munch carpet."

"Showing off for the blonde seemed to turn you on just right."

Rachel giggled and sighed. "It started out that the guys' watching was exciting. Her response did connect with me."

"Pretty strongly, I think."

"Oh, yeah. Like surf crashing. A fucking tidal wave."

She grabbed my hand and slid it up her thigh. I noticed that her tiny skirt was bunched under her butt. Her naked pussy was still dripping wet. In addition, as my fist was swallowed into her depths, I felt strong contractions. "Maybe it was more of a hurricane - leaving everything wet and shaking," Rachel said, sighing again and leaning back against the padded wall. Without waiting for Monique to begin, I started fisting Rachel, pounding four fingers and most of my hand so deep inside her that I was glad my watch was on my other wrist. Her thighs clamped down on my arm, holding me longer on each stroke.

"So, maybe you are bi curious?" I suggested as I masturbated her.

"I don't know," Rachel managed to gasp out as a chain of orgasms built, "because you were there too. And, as much as I slammed you to Monique, that was the most exciting part."

"Me watching?"

"Sharing with you."

Rachel's torn blouse hung open. I reflected for the first time what a sight she must have presented inside the store. Her perky tits stood swollen at the ready, crowned by nipples screaming to be nibbled, sucked or tortured. As if reading my mind, Rachel ran her right hand softly across her taut abdomen, up to her chest. She caressed the underside of each mounds in turn. As she held the right one, her thumb curled around to press the nipple from the side, pushing it inwards, then downwards. Her forearm then trapped that breast as she repeated the nipple rolling on the left side. The muscle action kept the massaging action going all along the top of her right tit as well.

I watched, wondering why she was only using one hand. My question was quickly silently answered. Rachel reached over with her left hand and undid my pants, allowing my hard cock to pop free. She giggled as her palm wrapped around the slick surface of my cockhead, lubricated by oozing pre-cum. "Now that you're not driving, I have no excuse not to give you a little head. Oops. I don't mean that you're only a little mouthful. You are just the right size."




Who's Vanilla Now? Ch. 01



As if to illustrate her point, Rachel bobbed down taking my cock in her warm mouth, her lips closing over the shaft as her tongue swirled around the sensitive head. I leaned back against the padding, enjoying the treat. Her fingers caressed my balls as she pumped the base of my cock with her fist. Returning the favour, I reached my hand across. Taking my time, I stroked her thigh softly, gradually tracing a path around the leg to rub the tender flesh around her pussy.

Rachel's head was pistoning up and down feverishly, inspiring me to pick up my tempo as my fingers entered her. My repeated erections were amazing, but what really impressed me was how wet Rachel was. As soon as I touched her, juices seemed to ooze out onto the bench. Her muscles contracted around my fingers, drawing my fist deeper.

Meanwhile, Monique entered behind the looking glass. She still wore her dramatic cape. She acted as if she was unaware that the mirror was a window, slowly fixing her lipstick, then twirling, admiring how her cape swung. The spinning motion caused the cape to billow open, confirming Monique now wore the corset set Rachel had admired, but so far only hinting at the wonders it would display.

With a dramatic twirl, Monique brought her gloved hands to her throat, parting the clasp holding the cape shut. On the next spin, the cape swung free, floating in mid air around Monique, and then settling to the floor. Monique froze, holding a position with her boot clad feet wide apart, her arms crossed covering her breast, fingers forming a mask, behind which she grinned, her twinkling eyes contrasting with the somber make up.

The show was so impressive that Rachel paused to watch, my cockhead snared half in and half out of her mouth, her tongue frozen against the flap of skin on the underside. With a hand deep inside her cunt, I could feel the slowing of her breathing, the shallow panting of deepest passion. 'Definitely not vanilla now,' I thought, 'and definitely at least bi curious, cause Monique is really turning Rachel on. Me too for that matter.'

I must have groaned without realizing it, because Rachel responded, "my words exactly, and I bet it gets even better."

We didn't wait long to see. Monique turned away, her back to us, legs still spread. I admired the musculature of her buttocks clenched tight, exposed flesh quivering in the gap between corset, thong, garter belt and stockings. Monique flung her arms wide and high, like an evangelist beseeching her god. She pumped her knees once, bouncing slightly, then did a half pirouette so she faced us again, her entire body exposed within the filmiest garments.

"That's much sexier than naked," Rachel observed. I was too busy taking in how Monique's nipple rings trembled from inertia to reply. The tiny gold rings, topped pert slender nipples no longer cluttered with nipple clamps, which extended boldly away from her round firm breasts. The top of the corset rose to support the mounds, lifting them in demi cups, but exposing them to air and view.

"Would you call those half grapefruit?" Rachel asked, and then nibbled the soft flesh under my cockhead, causing me to wince before I replied.

"More like half apples."

"Definitely not Spartan apples though."

"No, I'm sure they are some shade of Delicious." I repaid Rachel for the wince by squeezing her clit without warning. Her hips jumped off the bench as she yelped. She crushed my balls in her hand, escalating the painful play. I was quickly distracted by Monique, who lowered her hands to cup her tasty looking tits. Her thumbs flicked the nipple rings, grazing the nubbins themselves. She hooked each ring on a baby finger, the flesh of the breast still resting in her palms. Slowly, she rolled her hands around the sides and tops of her cleavage, never releasing the ever growing nipples from the self torture.

My eyes were glued to Monique, but I heard Rachel groan, so I assumed she was just as enraptured. If this was still a game, Rachel was winning at least this round. My fingers, though still buried deep inside her, were neglecting their chores. Rachel however seemed to be inspired by Monique to ever increasing efforts with her tongue and fingers. 

"I'm sorry if I hurt your balls, may I kiss them better?" She did not wait for a reply, planting a gentle kiss on each nut, and then sucking them one at a time inside the warmth of her mouth. She rolled each testicle in turn inside its pouch, wrapping her tongue around the ball, and then bouncing the weight. As she swallowed one, her fingernails grazed the mate. After suckling each in turn, she licked the flesh of my scrotum, pressing it back into my body, flattening her tongue and lapping like a dog, making big movements with her whole upper body. As she did this, I watched Monique, wondering if perhaps the "mirror" was more like two way glass, and if she could see us as well. I rewarded Rachel by rubbing her breasts as I twirled her clit between my fingers.

Monique continued her slow sexy tease, rolling her naked tits in her palms, and then gliding her hands slowly down her sides, writhing in pleasure. Was it real or an act? At this point, I was beyond caring. Monique's blood red tongue slid slowly around her painted lips. She spoke, revealing for the first time that the show booth was equipped for sound. "Imagine this is your cock my tongue is tasting. Or your clit, milady. I could be your maid in your mansion, instructed to dress like this for your enjoyment. Or perhaps to be shown off to your friends, as proof of your success? Am I just another trophy? Or do you want to ride me, like one of your ponies? Will you whip me if I'm bad?"

She grabbed a short quirt I had not noticed off the wall, and tapped her butt just once, playfully. She enacted a dramatic hop in response to the supposed pain, thrusting her pelvis forward, and then bending, her hips tilting back, her cleavage dangling towards me in all its ripeness.

Rachel's tongue was busily swooping around my shaft in figure eight curls, her hand pumping the base. Trying to forestall cumming at just this point, I slowed the pace of my hand inside her womb, and said, "You're missing quite a show."

She glanced up from my lap, first at Monique, then at me. "I was always a doer more than a watcher. But you relax and enjoy."

With that, she nibbled the tender tip of my cock.

Monique drew the whip out from behind her back, sliding it up her body as if an unseen master was using it to lever her upright. She caressed each breast with the woven end of the flogger, starting by rolling the weight from underneath, lifting the flesh with the quirt. After she repeated this on each side, she ran the lash around the top, and down between her mounds. Finally, she flicked each aroused nipple violently, wincing convincingly as she did so. I yelped in unison with her wince, as Rachel brutally squeezed my balls, prompting precum to ooze out my slit. She lapped at it hungrily, picking up droplets on the tip of her tongue. This raised her head so that her eyes were focused towards Monique, whose lips mimicked Rachel's perfectly, except the sales clerk was licking the tip of a whip, not a cock.

Monique began mock fellating the butt end of the whip as she leaned back against the rear wall of her cupboard, legs splayed, fingers buried deep inside her pussy. Rachel copied this, deep throating my cock. I supplied the fingers, but Rachel grasped my hand to remind me to keep them moving. Much more of this, I knew we would all three cum together. Not a bad plan, but I needed to retain the upper hand with Rachel, and control was rapidly slipping away, or at least about to be pumped away up my shaft into her waiting mouth.

Fortunately, Monique and Rachel came first, though as to which was first of the first was a photo finish. 

Monique moaned and groaned too spontaneously to be merely role playing, as she wrapped the length of the whip around herself, the tip entering her anus, the rough texture rubbing her wet begging gash. She worked the butt end through the middle of her tits, then across her nipples, also using her fingers to twist and pull her nubs. She worked her clit with her fingers, almost screaming at us, "Do you want to treat me like a slave, keep me in the stables with the horses and groom me. Will you ride me, fuck me and then hose me off? Or would you rather chain me in the kitchen, force me to feed you by hand, and then have me drink your piss like it was champagne? Keep me in your dungeon and make me gang bang your friends?" 

With each sentence, her motions increased in intensity. She was solo fucking off in her own world, but the shared intimacy was still a very sexy show which made Rachel stop sucking my cock and join me in finger fucking herself. Rachel's hands flew over her own flesh, silently copying Monique's motions. Since Rachel lacked the whip to spread the sensations, I tried to add my efforts where Monique relied on her prop the most, especially Rachel's anus, which I proceeded to spread with two fingers, then gradually massaged open wide enough to fuck with three hard digits, rigid . "Oh, they feel like a cock," Rachel moaned, "only wider. Fuck, that hurts."

I paused, and then began withdrawing the fingers. Rachel grabbed my hand and shoved them back in, deeper and harder. "Don't stop. It hurts so good, damn you." She screamed as loudly as Monique.

I rolled my arm around so my fingers still teased her anus, but my thumb was piercing her labia. She lay back, riding me, watching Monique again licking the handle of the whip. Finally, Monique lashed the whip out towards the window, making it snap loudly against the glass. Each stroke, Rachel jumped on my fist, driving my fingers deeper. On the rebound, the flying leather would snake around Monique's body, leaving superficial welts wherever the corset did not cover her skin. The tops and sides of her breasts grew as red as her lips. Her breathing became ragged, her screaming became a whimper.

A shudder ran through Monique's body and she slumped in a corner. Rachel fell off the bench after bouncing wildly on my hand. I felt the way I imagine a puppeteer must feel if the puppet suddenly takes on a life of its own. Her pussy muscles clamped my wrist like a pit bull on a burglar, shaking my arm as she spasmed, her butt thumping the padded seat, ooze gushing out her opening. The shuddering convulsed through her entire body. This orgasm was the strongest of her day – so far. I hoped I could top it later.

After catching her breath, Monique produced the handcuffs which had been displayed with the outfit. She dangled them from a fingertip, extending them towards us. "Would milady care to restrain me?"

I eased Rachel upwards, leaving my organ erect in the air. "What I would like is for you to go and handcuff her, then strip her out of that corset and try it on. After all, we came here to buy something for you."

Rachel's eyes shone like new pennies. "Is it the dress up, or the bondage play that's got you so excited?"

"Both. It is so not vanilla."

"This really is like a weekend through the looking glass. Or maybe I'm like Dorothy in Oz."

"I guess that makes me the man behind the curtain, giving you the gift of sensuality you already had?"

"You have the courage of the lion, the heart of the woodcutter and the dirty mind of a scarecrow from the Playboy Mansion. At least you haven't got a Munchkin cock."

"I love that word 'munchkin'. Gotta figure they made up for size orally."

Rachel stuck her tongue out at my bad joke, and then laughed deeply, from her belly. She straightened her clothes slightly in case anyone outside noticed her passing to the other side of the booth.

Apparently, someone did notice because as soon as Rachel left my side of the booth, there was a quiet tap on the door. Fearing complaints from management or another customer about over enthusiasm, I reluctantly opened it just slightly. I was pleasantly surprised to see that it was the blonde from the red convertible. I sighed in relief. She began giggling, covering her lush lips with her long fingers.

"What's so funny?"

With her right hand she pointed down towards my groin. I had forgotten to put my penis back in my pants. Probably because of fear of reprimand, it was shriveled, but still dangling out my fly. It did look pretty ridiculous.

"May I join you?" she asked once she stopped laughing.

I returned her smile. In reply, I opened the door and stepped aside to allow her to squeeze past into the tiny space. As she did so, she had no choice but to rub her hip against my dangling cock, which quickly sprung back to a respectable semi erect state. I closed the door as the blonde crouched by the bench seat, critically examining the dampness. She sniffed deeply, then stood and turned. 

"It smells divine in here. Unlike in bed, I don't even mind if I get the side with the wet spot. Oh, where are my manners, I'm Gwen." 

She extended her hand as if to shake. As I stuck my arm forward, however, she firmly grasped my cock and gave it a good handshake style pump, once up, then down. She stood there holding my meat in her relaxed fist. I took the moment to look at her up close. She was like Rachel's opposite mirror image - tall, fair with long blonde hair. Her voluptuous breasts still thrust out the blouse she wore in the car, which was haphazardly buttoned. Though the lifting effect of a bra was apparent, it was sheer enough that her excited cherries threatened to burst right through the fabric of the blouse. Below the waist, she wore a long flowing suede skirt above cowboy boots. Her sunglasses were pushed up into her hair.

"Don't soil your skirt," I advised.

"Oh, you're absolutely right."

Without a hint of shyness, Gwen unbuttoned her skirt and stepped out of it as it fell around her feet, just as if we had known each other intimately for years. She obviously noticed my shock. "After our freeway flirtation I feel that I know you and your girl friend like old friends."

Remembering Rachel's reply to Monique, I said "She's not really my girlfriend. She's just a woman from work that I fucked in the park who thinks she can prove she's kinkier than me."

"I bet no one can lose a contest like that."

I tried not to stare at Gwen's legs. She obviously worked out constantly, because they were a perfect melding of muscle and curves, joining under flat abs to highlight a delicately shaped heart of pubic hair hiding damp gaping pink labia. A blue gem twinkled in her navel.

"What's up, never seen an innie before?" Gwen ran her hands up her body, undoing her buttons. "I hope you don't mind. I'll be much more comfortable with my shirt off."

Once again, it was hard not to stare. Rachel's firm small breasts had been succulent, and Monique's looked tasty too. Gwen however encased her pale pillows of flesh in a marvel of engineering - a feast of purple lace sculpted around and underneath her nipples, complete with discrete supports which truly lifted and separated her cleavage. She needed no padding. Her nipples were completely displayed in all their excited glory. As if reading my mind, Gwen reached up and caressed her breasts, hefting the weight in her palms. Teasing her own nipples with finger tips. Eyes locked on mine, tongue trailing along her lower lips, she silently dared me to watch as she grasped each point between a thumb and forefinger and stretched them away from her body. She sighed deeply, exhaling as she did so, sinking onto the bench where Rachel had sat a few minutes before.

Gwen patted the seat beside her, inviting me to sit. Unlike with Rachel, I found resistance futile with Gwen. Her attention was now focused on the other side of the looking glass, but her right hand continued to massage her own breast. Her left hand quickly crawled around my thigh, so far not grabbing my cock, just kneading my leg. This did allow the transparent hairs on the back of Gwen's hand to gentle tickle the bulge in my pants.

I found it hard to pay attention to Rachel with Gwen stimulating my prick, but once I looked through the looking glass, I was glad I did. Rachel had taken advantage of my distraction to strip off her disheveled work wear and don the corset outfit. 

"We better have a safe word," Monique meekly said to Rachel, keeping her eyes cast down towards the floor.

"Yeah, I am new at playing with girls. I have a much better idea how far I can go with a guy. Pick a word."

"How about 'opera'?"

"Oprah, like the book club TV dyke?"

"No. Opera, like fat sopranos in horny helmets."

Rachel laughed so hard she fell to her knees. Gwen and I watched her lick up the inside of Monique's left leg, rolling her tongue around her sub's thigh, and then tentatively taste the juices gushing from her cunt. 

"It looks like she likes it." Gwen commented.

"Which one?"

"Both, actually, though I was referring to the one tasting the cunt cream. Is it really her first time?"

"I think so, but she's a fast study."

Gwen took my hand in hers as we watched Rachel handcuff Monique to a ring conveniently positioned in the wall. As the cuffs ratcheted shut, Rachel lifted Monique's chin, bending towards her captive. Her face inches away, Rachel's tongue snaked out, parting Monique's lips. Rachel bent further, engaging Monique in a full lip lock. The passionate kiss continued as Rachel cupped Monique's breasts in her palms, massaging them fiercely, then twisting the nipples sharply. Rachel's hands roamed Monique's body, seemingly exploring each curve of her structure.

"Not bad for a girl who says she's not lesbian," I thought. Hearing my voice, I realized I also said it.

"Definitely not vanilla," Gwen judged.

We watched as Rachel crouched, lifting Monique's chin this time with the butt of the whip. Rachel positioned herself so she could lean forward and offer the tips of her breasts, exposed above the edge of the corset, to Monique's mouth. There was nothing shy about Monique's eager swallowing of Rachel's flesh. She suckled those nipples like a new borne babe lusting to quench its first thirst. However, as Gwen quickly commented, "It looks like at least one of them has done this before."

Monique began to strain her hands as far as the handcuffs allowed, trying to clutch at Rachel's firm young tits. Rachel slapped Monique. "Not until I give you permission."

Monique hung her chin in shame. Rachel lifted her new slave's chin, using the business end of the lash this time, and mollified her with a kiss. "Don't pout. I'm just learning too. But I am afraid I do have to punish you."

Stepping back as far as the tiny room allowed, Rachel flicked the tip of the whip across Monique's chest. The cramped space meant it lacked the force to cut flesh, but redness appeared, running across the top of Monique's swollen tit like an arrow pointing to the engorged nipple. Monique whimpered, apparently in deeper than she had planned, but she never said "opera".

Next to me, Gwen's upper body was shaking with excitement. She was twisting her hips against the bench, soaking her thighs with Rachel's left over wetness, and no doubt leaving her own contribution to the dampness. In the tight space, this rubbed our flesh together. With one hand, she absentmindedly stroked her own nipple. Her other fist was pumping my cock.

"Relax and submit, girl," Rachel said sternly, "the more you whimper the harder this will be."

She flicked the whip again. This time, it rose from near the floor to strike the underside of Monique's breast, licking at the nipple.

"Licking like fire," Gwen observed. She leaned over and licked my cock, her tongue imitating the intensity of the whip. The jolt of electricity was truly like a match burning. After the single tease, Gwen sat back upright and turned her attention back to the show on the other side of the glass.




Who's Vanilla Now? Ch. 01



This time, though, Monique was moaning, not complaining. Rachel grinned, obviously enjoying her power. She turned to the mirror, smiling at us. Her hands roamed her young body mimicking Monique's earlier performance. The rough texture of the leather toy still in her grip left red blooms on the exposed skin. I would have bet it was impossible for her nipples to be longer than they had grown in the park, but there they were, sticking out boldly, screaming to be licked, bitten, used and abused.

Gwen stopped caressing herself long enough to reach into her carpetbag and handed me a digital camera. She licked inside my ear as she whispered. "Now we can all have prints without entertaining some pimply faced kid at the photo hut. I just love technology."

I busily clicked away filling up the camera's memory card as Rachel worked the whip around her body, spiraling around it. "Like a lover caressing her flesh," Gwen observed. 

Rachel worked the lash so the tip flicked delicately at her skin. "Kissing it," in Gwen's words.

Occasionally, Rachel twisted the whip to keep Monique's attention, tapping her first on the nose, and then teasing her tits. "I wonder where she learned such skill," I said.

Gwen merely moaned in reply, writhing on the seat much as Rachel had in just the same spot during Monique's demonstration. After several minutes of alternating between her own mock torments and taunting Monique, Rachel said, "Kiss my boots, little one."

Monique obeyed almost instantly, but apparently not quickly enough for Rachel, who rained a rapid series of very real whip lashes along the clerk's naked back. The lack of room for a good backswing softened the pain, causing the lash to create red marks but not cutting the flesh.

"Please don't mark me." Monique begged. 

Rachel looked up at me, staring. I knew before she said the words, "Who's vanilla now?"

Still, Monique did not use the safe word. 

Despite this, although Rachel talked tough, she slowed the tempo of her play, keeping it a sexual game rather than a truly painful experience for the young clerk.

I clicked a series of photos of Rachel staring defiantly towards the camera; the tiny slave at her feet. Makeup was smeared across Monique's heart shaped face. The tears rolling down her cheeks contrasted with Rachel's determined composure. They say a camera always speaks the truth, and what this one told was not these details, but the rapture the two young women shared in those moments. Monique strained at her restraints to grasp Rachel and kiss her way up the inside of her legs. Rachel was soaked down to her knees. Monique licked slowly, lapping up all the liquid. As she worked, Rachel slumped back against the wall, much as Monique had earlier. Despite her rapture, she never forgot to play to her audience. I am sure it was for our benefit that she made a show out of flailing Monique's naked back with the whip. The short downward strokes looked almost gentle, falling like rain.

With Gwen moaning as she experienced a chain of intense orgasms, I decided to step things up a notch. I quietly stood and followed the route Rachel had taken earlier, crossing to the other side of the glass. Once there, I determined that it was actually impossible to see anything through the looking glass. Rachel's shock at seeing the camera in my hand confirmed that even the flash did not shine through.

"Recorded for posterity," I said.

"Just for you?"

"It's digital, easy to copy. Perhaps something to show your grandchildren when they accuse you of being boring."

"After I show them, I can ask 'Who's vanilla now?'" Despite the question, Rachel appeared anxious. I had interrupted her dream like state and perhaps the enormity of the several steps she had taken today was catching up with her. For a moment, Monique was ignored. However, like a good slave, she kept working, since Rachel had not told her to stop. When Monique's tongue grazed the curve where Rachel's thigh became her pussy, Rachel moaned, her fears melting away instantly.

I preserved that moment for posterity, flashing quickly on first Monique's tonguing, and then making sure to capture Rachel's expression of ecstasy. Never again could she say "I'm not bi" with total confidence.

Rachel was distracted by the flash. She frowned momentarily, but then turned slightly towards the camera and said," take a picture of how hard my nipples are and how far away from my poor tiny titties I can pull them with my fingers." She paused to moan as Monique's tongue started stabbing at her clit, bouncing her hips back against the change room wall. I glanced at the mirror. Not even Gwen's shadow was visible, but I could hear her moaning as well, evidence that she was still there and enjoying the show.

I had forgotten for a minute or two that my cock was still dangling out my zipper. Without Gwen caressing it, it had temporarily relaxed to half staff, precum still oozing from the slit. Monique's ravishing of Rachel filled it to full size again, and I became aware of the throbbing between my own legs. I was briefly uncertain how to accommodate that, as I had no hand free while taking pictures. As I pondered this dilemma, I watched Monique bathing the inside of Rachel's cunt with her tongue, ending each stroke with a tease of Rachel's pearl. Rachel had quit playing with her nipples and now gripped Monique's hair, pressing the clerk's face tightly into her groin.

I busily clicked a few more shots of Rachel's face, experimenting until I got comfortable with the zoom feature. Monique was obviously no novice. She sucked and licked at Rachel's clit, drawing it right into her mouth then gripping it with her teeth, nibbling at first, and then pulling and twisting. She slid her fingers along side her tongue, straining against the handcuffs. I stepped back to capture the tableau of her joyous captivity.

Stepping to the doorway reminded me that I was neglecting Gwen. Rachel had her eyes shut as she enjoyed the tongue lashing, and I could take pictures easily through the glass. I walked back to the viewing side. 

Gwen had fallen right off the bench, and was collapsed in a puddle on the carpet, curled into a fetal position. Her eyes were glued to the show through the window. As Monique slowly ran her tongue down the length of Rachel's cunt, then back to bounce her mistress' clit with the tip of her tongue, Gwen sank her fist deep inside her own cunt, except for her thumb which she kept free, and used to flick her clit each time Monique licked Rachel's button. Gwen's other hand was busy with her breast, alternately cupping the flesh and pulling at the nipple. I wondered for a moment as I stood watching whether every patron in the store could hear her load moans. 

I stepped closer to Gwen and pulled her up off the floor. I turned so we were sideways to the mirror. She seemed to have no doubt of my desires.

"I can watch your girl get off while I get you off. That is so cool."

She took my penis in her hand and ran her tongue around the bottom rim of the crown, slurping up my precum. My cock surged to full hardness, tilting upwards. She took this as her cue and vigourously bobbed up and down, easily deep throating me for a dozen strokes. The first few she held her mouth wide open, so there was little suction and less friction. Then with each following swallow, she added a bit more. First, she just closed her lips over the root, like a kiss. Then she did that, but held her lips shut as she ran her mouth back up my length. Next, she added a little teeth momentarily at the start. Then she skipped the teeth, only to surprise me at the end by allowing my cock to taste the air, and then she teased the tip with her teeth.

As Gwen chuckled at my shocked "ouch", I checked out how Rachel and Monique were progressing. Monique was busily bringing Rachel to yet another orgasm. Rachel was running the whip along the nape of Monique's neck and lazily whisking it down her back. Monique had separated the smooth globes of Rachel's ass and was slowly working her finger up Rachel's rear. As soon as Rachel began twisting on the first finger, Monique slipped in a second. All the while, she continued licking and caressing Rachel's slick pussy. Monique continued until she had her entire tiny fist incredibly in Rachel's ass, which I would never have guessed could be stretched that far. Monique vigourously fist fucked Rachel as Gwen sucked me closer to orgasm.

To reward me for the pain of her bite, Gwen kissed the tip of my cock gently, teasing the slit with her tongue, and then licking the entire head before resuming her deep throating. The next trick was rolling her tongue around my shaft as she dropped her jaw along the length. On the way back up, she held her tongue pressed flat against the underside of my cock, dragging it. The sudden friction was extremely stimulating. I grabbed at Gwen's nipples to get her attention. 

"I'm almost ready."

Gwen just nodded her understanding, concentrating at the task at hand, adding her teeth dragging along the top vein of my member, usually a painful proposition, but suddenly very invigorating. My balls tensed below where she grasped my root. For some strange reason I noticed that the music filtering in from the main area of the store was Britney Spear's "Toxic". I grunted "I hate Britney Spears."

"What?" Gwen asked, her voice muffled around my cock.

"Sorry, just reflex," I replied, reassuringly stroking her hair. She must have taken this as a hint, as she resumed sucking me, with even more vigour, her tongue corkscrewing around my shaft on both the up and down journeys.

Glancing over to see what was happening on the other side of the glass; I was shocked not to see Rachel at all. She had left Monique collapsed in a corner, still quivering from exertion - or orgasm? - with Rachel's cream dripping off her chin, hanging like raindrops off her nipples, slowly puddling on the floor.

Gwen bobbed in time to Smashmouth's "All-Star", a definite improvement in the music. Fingers suddenly pinched my nipples. This cued my system, and my goo burst out the end of my organ, filling Gwen's throat. She kept sucking eagerly.

Rachel's breath warmed my right ear as she ran her hands down my stomach, massaging my dense nest of curly hair. "Don't waste too much of that on yourself slut. Save some for me," she instructed Gwen.

Gwen shifted her eyes up to silently speak to Rachel. They linked hands, Rachel raking her nipples across my back as she slid sideways and dropped to her knees facing her blonde admirer. A strand of cum leaked from Gwen's pouty lower lip, dangling in front of her chin. Rachel snaked her tongue out, catching the trail with a swirling motion, sweeping it into her own mouth while leaning into a kiss. Opening wide, her eyes catching mine, Gwen made a show of rolling a snowball of goo from her tongue to Rachel's. My dark haired partner in adventure captured the spirit of the moment, wrapping her tongue around Gwen's, reaching out to knead the blonde's breasts, gently at first, and then more briskly, raking her thumbs roughly across the engorged nipples.

"He's an incredible fuck," Rachel breathed into Gwen's mouth. "It's too bad you had him come in your mouth, His cock is made to be sat on, to have pounding into your cunt like a piston, splitting you wide open. That's why I let him talk me into toying with my nipples in the car. Because he's no fancy boy like your friends. He's pure beef. Nothing fucking vanilla about him."

"Well, he's still hard." Gwen pointed out. "Which of us gets to fuck him now?"

"No shit." Rachel turned her head slightly and immediately felt the tip of my resurgent cock brushing her hair. "That's incredible. All this without any chemical assistance either. Truly proving the power of refusing to act vanilla."

Gwen reached up and with one hand stroked my cock. Her other fingers grazed Rachel's breast, teasing her nipple, and then touched Rachel's chin. Gwen guided Rachel's lips towards my cock. "Kiss it." 

Rachel wrapped her tongue around my shaft and sucked the tip between her lips. "I want you and Monique to lick his cum out of me," she told Gwen. "So I guess that means it's my turn to fuck him. Sorry."

Rachel sat me on the padded bench while Gwen lay back against the wall. In one smooth motion, Rachel planted her wide open dripping pussy smoothly on my rigid cock. Then she grabbed my hands and guided them to her nipples. My palms pushed the lacy fabric of the corset against the underside of her modest mounds, making her squirm with pleasure at the sensation. "At least you can enjoy the view," Rachel told Gwen.

Gwen's hands grasped her own tits, mimicking how Rachel was using my hands. I felt like a puppet on a string, finally having lost control to Rachel. 

"I can do more than just watch," Gwen said, reaching into her bag of tricks to produce a little plastic egg. First, she ran it across her nipples, writhing from the stimulation, three fingers deep inside her cunt, her head thrown back.

For a moment, Rachel and I were not even in the same place as Gwen had gone to. This did not seem to bother Rachel, who was busy bouncing up and down on my pole. "Pinch my tits harder," she said, stroking her clit with her own fingers. The back of her hand was rubbing my cock at the spot it entered her. The extra friction along the vein burned where Gwen had used her teeth. I groaned in pain. 

Rachel laughed wickedly. This startled Gwen out of her trance. "Sorry, honey, I didn't mean to stop you short of orgasm," Rachel said.

"Not a problem. I've been cumming in little waves since I saw you on the freeway."

Gwen rose up on her knees and leaned forward, kissing Rachel again, her hands joined mine exploring those tender young breasts. I figured Gwen deserved a turn so I moved my palms to fondle her more substantial tits, but found Rachel had beat me to it. Having been a boy scout, my motto remained "be prepared", so I slid my hands down Gwen's flanks, gently rubbing her skin. 

My left hand curled instinctively behind Gwen, exploring the crack of her ass, teasing her cavity open. My right hand would have sought out her dripping pussy, but it found the entrance blocked by Gwen's egg. I hesitated, enjoying Rachel bouncing on my hard cock.

"It's fun but difficult kissing you with you going up and down so much." Gwen said, as my fingers finally figured out that my left hand could hold Gwen's ass open so my right hand, lubed by her own wetness, could probe up her rear cavity. I enjoyed the feeling of the egg vibrating through her membrane. Gwen's wriggling suggested she liked the double exposure too.

"But it'll be worth it once I'm full of cum for you to lick clean." Rachel said, "Except it might take a few minutes for him to recharge this time."

Poor Monique was left out for several minutes more. I peeked over at her. Straining against the handcuffs, unable to even reach the wet spot between her legs. She seemed to be sitting in a bit of a puddle. Her arousal was so intense that she was rubbing her own naked nipples with her elbows and scrunching her thighs tightly together, attempting to reach another orgasm. Her urgent whimpering was barely audible over the intercom. Rachel and Gwen seemed not to notice as they raced into their own little worlds.

If it was a race, Gwen won handily. Rachel was correct that my repeated orgasms had depleted my sperm bank. The erection was a produce of excitement and blood flow. Rachel's success required me filling her cunt with fresh cream. Gwen had the benefit of the female's remarkable capacity to cum consecutively. It only took a couple of dozen deep thrusts of my fingers into her anus, combined with her toy, to make Gwen scream with joy.

"No fair, Gwen had a head start," complained Rachel. Since it was Gwen who had just blown me, this was literally correct. 

"Squeeze his balls and jump up and down the full length of his shaft," Gwen suggested. As Rachel complied, Gwen picked up the camera and snapped a series of shots, capturing the full range of exposures of my penis in and out of Rachel's cunt. I played to the camera, tweaking her nipples with exaggerated motions. At first, Rachel seemed unhappy about Gwen shooting pictures of us fucking, but as her pussy started quaking and she felt the new load of cum marshalling in my balls, she just sighed and collapsed back against me. Rather than let me explode, however, she rode me through her series of orgasms, clamping her fist at the base of my shaft like a cock ring.

Before long, Rachel was not just accepting the photos, but was mugging to the camera, sliding her body over mine searching for fresh ways to display her half naked elegance. Every half dozen shots or so, she would giggle and say, "Who's vanilla now."

Still without letting me come, Rachel finally remembered Monique. She instructed Gwen, "Go get Monique and bring her here. You may take some pictures of her eating cream out of my cunt before you get your turn."

Gwen pouted slightly, but ultimately she obeyed. Before she left, she reached into her carpetbag and left Rachel a small paper bag. "If I get held up with Monique, try this, "she said. 

Monique had not seen Gwen to this point, and seemed shocked that another player had joined our game. The little goth goddess wasted no time however, getting into the spirit. This was assisted when it required much dramatic searching for the key. It was not hanging on the wall. Monique's cape had no pockets. Eventually, Monique giggled.

"I have the key on me," Monique said.

"How can that be? You're virtually naked."

Monique shifted her eyes down, looking at her damp crotch. "While you guys were making so much noise over there it bled right through the walls, I managed to pick it up with my pussy lips. I thought I might be able to pass it to my hands. I wasn't able to free myself because it sorta got stuck up there."

"Did you ever think of using your lips?" Gwen asked.

Monique giggled, and blushed. It amazed me how a woman could do all sorts of bizarre sexual things, and get embarrassed about others. But it happens. Monique looked at the floor as she spoke, in a tiny voice. "I tried eating my own pussy once, but just was never flexible enough. So I didn't bother trying today."

"You need to take up yoga," Gwen advised, effortlessly doubling over to kiss her own pubes. The three of us watched admiring how her tongue teased her own clit. Monique leaned forward, straining at her bonds. She could just barely tickle the tips of Gwen's nipples with the tip of her tongue. Gwen bent closer; allowing the young goth to suckle the blonde's engorged nubs.

Rachel spun around on my lap.

I continued to ravage Rachel's tits, biting and sucking with so much passion. It took only a few deep thrusts for her to reach orgasm. I filled her with my seed. Even though Rachel had just climaxed, the flood of goo into her tight cunt made her muscles clench down harder on my cock, as she had another orgasm even stronger than the first. She collapsed in my arms. "This feels so good," she murmured.

"Turn around again and watch," I suggested. She obeyed, exposing her tits to further play by me. I held her tightly against my groin, my cock remaining stiff inside her, acting as a plug so none of the cream she had promised Gwen could leak out. Rachel sighed contently, gently rubbing her back along my front, swaying against me as I pinched her nipples.

Gwen was teasing Monique, rocking back and forth, popping her nipples in and out of Monique's mouth. As Monique tried to reach further, the handcuffs pulled on her wrists. I wondered how far she could go without dislocating a joint. She seemed so intent on her task that she was beyond caring.

Gwen gradually just kept inching closer, reducing the strain. Rachel said "I kind of wish she was going backwards. I wanted to see how far Monique might go."




Who's Vanilla Now? Ch. 02



Checking into the hotel with Rachel was at once romantic and slutty. This was no 'room rates by the hour' dive. The high end stores attracted tourists with lots of cash. I could tell though that the desk clerk thought Rachel's Marissa's Cupboard bag was insufficient luggage. A large advance tip to the bellboy however ensured better treatment from him. In the glass elevator on the way up, I casually unbuttoned Rachel, exposing her slowly to the bellboy. He tried to avert his eyes, but the temptation to glance over was too great. His eyes carefully followed my trail down Rachel's body. A flush spread up out of the stiff collar of his uniform shirt. He was a young man. Barely more than a boy. 

"Ever had one that young?" I whispered to Rachel. I wondered if he heard. His ears turned pink, but otherwise there was no sign. His breathing became laboured and his tongue moistened his lips once I reached the point where only a single strategic button held Rachel's shirt somewhat closed. Most of the inside slope of her left breast must be visible to him, with only a hint of nipple showing. 

Rachel sighed, her nubs tenting out the fabric of her shirt. I ran a hand down her back, caressing the depression at the bottom of her spine where her hips joined above her ass. She wriggled in response, causing my hand to slide lower. This made her whole body arch as she moaned. The bell boy couldn't help but shift for a better look. Our eyes met briefly, then his gaze drank in Rachel's loveliness, her tits thrusting forward as if beginning to be kissed. My hand teased her tender asshole, which must have liked the attention, because it gaped open hungrily and swallowed me to the knuckle. Rachel jumped up a bit as it entered, then leaned back into me, rotating her hips. She was well lubed by her own juices, which quickly ran all over my hand and down her thighs. I was sure a trickle could be seen below the edge of her tiny skirt. Certainly, the aroma was filling the tiny space.

"What if someone in the lobby or outside sees us?" Rachel whispered as the elevator rose, first through the multi-storey atrium, then up the outside wall of the tower.

I replied by inserting another finger in the lips of her pussy.

"What if someone saw us in the park, or on the freeway," I asked, loud enough for the bellboy to hear. "Are you suddenly shy? Who's vanilla now?"

"I thought we were tired and here to sleep."

"No reason not to grab a little fun first." Then I whispered to add, "Or in the case of our bellboy, from the looks of his bulge, some large fun."

Rachel glanced at the bellboy, a strapping muscular lad, and grinned like a cat about to lick up cream, grinding her hips around my hand, her pussy scrunching around my fingers in a tiny anticipatory orgasm. She reached out, perhaps about to caress his obvious erection, when the car slowed to stop at our floor.

As the car stopped, the bellboy held the door open to allow us to exit first. I left my hand down Rachel's skirt, making sure he got a good view of our interaction before he passed by to lead us to our room.

"Do you want him?" I asked her.

"Hmmm now. Let's see how he plays it. . I better not let you claim I'm being vanilla. I definitely will push it as far as possible. But I'm so tired and sore... I'm not sure I can handle much more than a blowjob."

She turned her head, stretching to lick my ear and nibble my earlobe, exciting both me and our fortuitous voyeur. As he opened the door, she brushed past him into the room. Her final button snagged on the button of his fancy waistcoat, tearing Rachel's blouse slightly. Her chest was covered only by the loosely hanging fabric. Any movement teased our eyes with fresh exposures of skin. Entering the room, she turned to the youngster.

"What's your name?"

She spread her arms like wings, exposing her entire breasts. With a twirl, she fell back onto the bed. The shirt fell at her sides, leaving us staring at her nipples pointing to the ceiling. Finally, the bellboy caught his breath and answered.

"Hugh," he stammered, glancing down briefly at his own name tag.

"As in huge?" Rachel teased, sitting back up on the bed, shirt still wide open, her headlights now staring poor Hugh right in the face. It occurred to me that he was just a shade too tall to see up her almost non-existent skirt. 

"Since you already gave Hugh a cash tip, I bet he would rather have another sort of tip from me. Or attention to another sort of tip. How old are you, Hugh?" she asked.

"Seve..." he started, then said, "Eighteen. My birthday was last week." He blushed crimson.

"Put the bags anywhere," I said, instantly concerned I might have ruined the atmosphere. Hugh dumped Rachel's purchases, and my laptop which I had not wanted to leave in the car, on a handy luggage stand.

Rachel stood, and stretched her arms wide as if yawning. "I'm sorry I missed your party, Hugh. Was it a big one?" She stepped closer to him.

"It was in the ballroom here after work. It started late, but ran till dawn. All my school chums plus the younger staff." Hugh grinned. "We got pretty blitzed."

Rachel stepped close still, now close enough to touch Hugh. She just gently stroked his cheek. "Was it an orgy, Hugh?"

Between the caress and the intimate question, Hugh looked ready to pop a blood vessel. For the first time, his eyes darted from Rachel to the door, which still stood open. I moved to close it. "Excuse me, sir," Hugh said, "hotel policy is we have to keep the door open at all times if with a female guest."

"I bet that's only alone with a female guest, and I'm here, so you aren't alone."

"Gee, that's right," Hugh admitted," but still..."

"Answer the lady's question, Hugh," I said, closing the door firmly. "Did your birthday bash become an orgy?" I shut the door despite Hugh's protests.

"A lot of people paired off, I guess, but it wasn't like a porn movie if that's what you mean. No one was hooking up right in the middle of the room having a gang bang or such."

"You like porn movies, Huge Hugh?" Rachel said, now toying with his buttons.

"Give the poor kid a break, Rach," I said, "all guys like porn movies."

"Maybe we should make one right now. 'The Lady and the Bellboy'. Catchy title, I think." She laughed, running her hand down his waistcoat, undoing buttons, and then brushing the back of her hand across the bulge in his trousers. "Oh, darn, no video camera. Well, we'll just have to do without."

She giggled, stepping back from Hugh. A shrug of her shoulders made her shirt fall to the floor, totally exposing her excited nipples up close to Hugh's eyes, which were bulging almost as much as his package.

"Never seen real boobies before, Huge?" she asked.

He was speechless. Rachel ran her hands under her mounds, caressing them, and then cupped them, lifting towards his eyes. He still said nothing, his tongue however ran out along his lips, and his jaw fell slackly open as he began panting. Rachel ran her hand up his crotch, then shrugged and turned to face me. 

"Honey, why don't you show Hugh what he should do."

Rachel turned and leaned back against Hugh as I stepped up and licked her breasts. I began by giving each a brief kiss, lightly just on the tip of her nipple, sending a shiver through Rachel's spine. This had the interesting effect of making her hips wriggle, her butt tight against Hugh's groin. He groaned.

I proceeded to lick the bottom curve of each breast slowly, over dramatizing for effect. I stuck my tongue out of my mouth as far as I could and ran the flat surface around her flesh. As I licked the left tit, I caressed the other. When I switched sides, my hand found that Rachel had guided Hugh's hand up to cup her left breast.

"I think Hugh is a good learner," Rachel said between moans. My tongue traced the side of her bosom, until my lips lingered on her nipple, sucking it rather than kissing this time. I drew it in with a little suction, closing my teeth slowly over the tip.

"Can you see what he's doing, Hugh?" Rachel asked. "There is a real art to striking just the right balance of pain and pleasure in this part." She laughed. "And even more cruel for you poor men is that each woman's pain tolerance is unique."

Her voice was soft, not loud enough to cover over the sound of Hugh's zipper being nudged open by her fingers. She winced as I closed my teeth around her nipple. I twisted the nub, using my tongue to joggle it while it was still trapped in my mouth. I pulled back slightly, stretching the rubbery flesh away from her body.

I stroked Rachel's side, my hand tracing her curves to her hip. I grasped her short skirt, already bunched around her waist, and gently tugged it upwards, ensuring that nothing hung between her firm round rear and Hugh's exposed weapon. Since she was standing on her toes arching her chest to my mouth, her rear slid up and down, no doubt exciting Hugh further. As I switched breasts, taking the other nipple in my teeth, I glanced down. I could not tell if Hugh wore underwear, but his cock was not only out of his fly, it was bare to the air. Rachel's excitement was moist on her thighs and I could see that she had used her fingers to scoop some of that lubrication onto her ass, which was glistening.

Suddenly, Rachel bounced away from Hugh, knocking me sprawling. She spun and slapped him, a bit more briskly than play would require. "Hugh, that's naughty. Trying to stick your cock in my asshole without permission, especially bareback."

Hugh blushed again, deeper than before. I suspected that Rachel's anger was largely role playing, though some element of it might be her shock at the invasive maneuver. "And here I thought you were a virgin, in need of tender teaching," she added.

He was staring at the floor. I wondered as I watched if he knew how ridiculous he looked, in his little pillbox hat and archaic waistcoat and striped trousers, with what looked like about nine inches of rock hard thick cock pointing straight out in the air. From what I had learned of Rachel today, I doubted her anger would last long. No doubt within minutes she would have found better use for that meat. Unless Hugh bolted out the door.

To reduce that risk, I stepped over and put out the "Do Not Disturb" sign, and fastened the safety chain. This backfired, shaking Hugh further out of the trance woven by Rachel. "Hey, if my boss comes looking for me, I'll be in really big trouble," he said.

Rachel sighed and slowly shook her head from side to side. "You know, I never thought I was the kind of girl to threaten a man. But, Hugh, look at it this way. If your boss sees me on the bed, your fat red cock head pointing to my face, who does he believe if I cry rape?"

I bit my tongue. By the way the desk clerk had sneered at us when we checked in; my bet was they would peg Rachel as a wanton horny slut. But if Hugh bought it, I was not about to rain on her parade. I also noticed that throughout this digression, Hugh's cock had never relaxed, and when Rachel threatened to cry rape, it bobbed further up, as if straining to hear more.

She noticed this movement as well, and giggled. Her hand reached out and stroked the nodding end, and then she caressed the length of his shaft. Hugh's thickness was a challenge for Rachel's dainty digits. Here fingertips did not meet at the top of his meat. She stroked down then up his shaft, rotating her palm to increase the friction. Hugh slumped back against the wall, groaning with excited pleasure. I could see the slit on the tip of his organ throbbing anxiously.

I relaxed in the chair, releasing my cock from its confinement. I had no second thoughts about exposing myself even in front of another guy. Despite the repeated sexual activities since lunch, rigidity was no problem. Orgasm however was likely to be delayed. 'So much the better to enjoy the show,' I thought. Automatically, my hand cupped my member, exercising the love muscle as I watched Rachel. My rubbing quickly assumed a matching tempo. When her tongue licked around Hugh's corona, I flicked my thumbnail along, triggering my own sensitive spots. 

Rachel was in a squat, but as she lowered her mouth to deep throat this fresh meat, her hips shifted up and back, presenting a rear view of her naked cunt to me. As much as I knew Rachel would love to be fucked, I remained in place, enjoying watching the sweet nectar dripping out of her labia, some dropping to the carpet, more running onto her thighs.

Hugh flexed his knees as Rachel bobbed up and down on his cock, her tongue drooling lavish amounts of lubricating saliva. His cock was so fat it filled her mouth, forcing her to flex her jaw almost to the point of dislocation, puffing air out to breathe around the mouthful. I could plainly see the outline of his knob poking against her cheek before she shifted enough to slide it further into her throat. How she did this without gagging is a mystery. Rachel was obviously a woman of unexpected experience as well as depth. Her fingers kneaded his throbbing balls. I had never actually seen a guy's balls throb before, and had assumed it was just a figure of speech. As my fingers again copied Rachel's actions, I noticed Hugh's scrotum shrink, then expand again, changing size like a drum head vibrating to a beat.

My hesitation proved to be fortunate. Hugh had apparently overcome at least some of his shyness, or else he combined good genetics with aggressive hormones. Regardless of the explanation, I watched his hands reach down, out and around. He cupped Rachel's upraised buttocks, squeezing in time with her fingers massaging his balls. With each squeeze, his fingers travelled closer towards the crack of Rachel's ass, and his middle fingers soon were tantalizingly near the outer edges of her sodden labia.

'This is way better than just fucking her doggy style' my little inner devil said, powering my fingers to flash along the length of my cock even faster. The raw skin just below my cock head was aching from earlier efforts. I paused and spit some saliva into my palms to help the situation. I did not ignore the show in front of me though. 

Rachel lifted her lips off the tip of Hugh's cock long enough to say, "Don't worry about being gentle, my huge man. I'm no Barbie doll."

Hugh acted more boldly after receiving that permission. Perhaps he was more experienced than he initially appeared, or else he was an especially lucky beginner. His left middle finger curled less cautiously up Rachel's anus. I could see it waggling deeper. Her moans were evidence of Hugh's skill. Once that rhythm was established, Rachel resumed her oral efforts, running her fingers up and down Hugh's shaft while bathing the crown with her tongue. After a few repeats of that variation, Rachel kept her hand at the base of the shaft, rolling Hugh's heavy balls in her palm. Her tongue took over the march down his shaft, alternately stabbing at the pulsing top vein and wrapping around his girth. Once she reached the root, she bobbed up and down quickly deep throating Hugh, but just once. Then, she started the tongue from the base and worked up, in an orderly fashion. It was fascinating to watch, a wonderful combination of concentration, dexterity and imagination. The fact that she was cumming with a finger up her ass simply made it more amazing. All in all, it made my cock throb. I knew it wished that it, not Hugh's digit, was up her rear. My hand flew on my cock, the danger of chafing quickly forgotten.

At the top of one repetition, just before swallowing Hugh's length, Rachel reminded him," You have two hands, Hugh; can you put the other one to better use?"

A look of confusion was affixed to the young bellboy's face. I clapped my hands together to give him a clue. He once again proved a quick study, drawing his right hand back off Rachel's backside a good six or eight inches, and then smacking her flesh lightly. She moaned and my cock jerked itself in appreciation, but Rachel quickly said. "Didn't I say I'm not fragile? Spank me like you mean it. I'm not going to suck your fine cock any more until you make me." She turned her head towards me, grinning happily, and gave me a playful wink. I quickly made things easier for Hugh, stripping the rest of Rachel's clothes off.

The next blow was delivered with a bigger backswing, and no hesitation before flesh struck flesh. Hugh was a muscular lad, the football type and Rachel gasped at the force he brought to the task. She recovered quickly, and rewarded him with a teasing lick, removing precum from his pee slit. With his other finger still rotating in Rachel's anus, Hugh alternated blows on each of Rachel's buttocks, each blow faster and harder than the one prior. Before long, I saw that her ass looked warm and pink.

"I think she's really tingling now, Hugh," I said. "But she's not overly sensitive. She craves the intensity that comes quicker than the pain."

Rachel was unable to comment. Once again, she had filled not only her mouth but her throat with Hugh's monster member. She was grunting and moaning like the soundtrack of a porn movie, her juices oozing down her thighs. I watched her tiny rosette asshole collapsing clamped around Hugh's finger. I deduced that she was experiencing yet another long intense orgasm. I was unable to tell whether Hugh was pumping his goo directly down her throat. There was no discernible alteration in the suctioning action of her cheeks.

Throughout Rachel's writhing, Hugh continued his spanking of her, the slaps tattooing her backside steadily. He varied the angle and direction, some blows coming from the side, others from above, the hardest upwards from below her ass. I lost track of how many blows he struck, lost in admiration of his tempo and her ability to concentrate while taking this punishment. Rachel's ass now burned bright red.

Hugh grunted forcefully. Finally, he spoke for the first time since this assault on his cock had become a painful episode in Rachel's experiences. "I don't want to just pump my ooze down your slut throat." Again, he blushed, despite his dominant behaviour. "I might be a virgin, but girls have been blowing me for a while. I want something new."

Rachel lifted her head to reply.

"Oh, Hugh, I'm so happy you are learning to take charge, now that you've taught me that slutty girls need discipline." Now I knew Rachel was role-playing. She needed no teaching. "But my ass is too sore to fuck, if that's what you have in mind. And my sweetie is a straight guy, no matter how much he likes looking at the size, shape and texture of your mighty manhood. So all I can offer is a straight fuck. And ..." Rachel blushed, "...there's good news and bad news. The good news is I'm already so well fucked today I'm stretched big enough for your monster cock. The bad news is, as badly as I want to fuck you, because I do love fucking, and owe it to you, I am just so darn tired that..."

She was interrupted by a rap on the door. Was it security? Had we been seen by the wrong people as we rode the elevator? Had someone heard us? Or was it Hugh's boss searching for his lost bellboy? I saw that my two playmates looked as instantly tense as I felt.

"Housekeeping," announced a whiskey tinged voice, "turn down service." Apparently, she neither saw nor obeyed the 'Do Not Disturb' sign. I began to tell her we did not need help with the bedding when her pass key rattled in the keyhole and she swung the door open forcefully, banging it against the wall, missing Hugh by inches.

The woman who entered with the armful of fluffy towels could be put in an illustrated dictionary beside the word 'crone'. She was bowlegged and stoop shouldered, unnaturally thin, each tendon and joint visibly stretching her mottled skin. Her hair was grey and textured like a scouring pad. Despite no smoking regulations, a lit cigarette dangled from her cracked lips beneath her jagged nose. 




Who's Vanilla Now? Ch. 02



"Fresh towels," she croaked, ignoring the scene before her. Rachel was frozen in time, Hugh's huge organ micrometers from her lips, a strand of saliva bridging the gap. Hugh was hardly breathing, pressing back against the wall, and no doubt willing himself to dissolve into the wallpaper. I was the only occupant moving, my hand, with a will of its own, resumed stroking my shaft despite the intrusion.

The maid waddled into the bathroom and deposited her burden. Next, she crossed to the bed, and literally turned down the covers as she had announced, anointing each pillow with a tiny but expensive chocolate. 

"You kids have fun," she commented as she walked towards the door. 

"Don't worry, Sonny, I won't rat you out," she advised Hugh, "because you got the goods on me smoking." She punctuated this with a hacking cough. 

"In fact, since you look like a nice boy, I'll cover for you," she grinned. This was even uglier than her usual grimace. "I have pictures of the Bell Captain with...well, let's just say he won't trouble you."

She sighed as she passed the lovers near the doorway. "You know, that's one dandy cock. Long time since I've seen one so fine. And I saw plenty in my time, I'll tell you. Why, not so long ago, I would have stripped down in that washroom and shocked you all by coming out naked to join the fun. These days if I did that, the shock would be how funny my saggy tits look hanging half way to my knees."

"Come on, I'm sure you look better than that." It registered on me that this was my voice teasing the woman, but I had no recollection of meaning to say it. My urge to keep up with Rachel in the kinky games had a mind of its own. My weak compliment stopped her short, standing just inside the doorway.

"You don't really mean that."

"Of course he does," Rachel spoke for me, her hand still caressing Hugh's cock, maintaining his erection, precum dripping on the carpet. "In fact, we'd all like to see just how wonderful a woman can look despite having gained the knowledge that only time allows. Wouldn't we, Hugh?"

"Uh huh" was all the embarrassed erect youth could manage, as Rachel tugged his cock. My hand again mimicked her movements with no independent thought on my part. Despite the haggardness of our new playmate, the added sexual charge was undeniable.

"I'm Rachel, this is Hugh and Mitch. What's your name?"

"Frida," she replied, hand on the top button of her uniform, "Pleased to meet you."

"I think you'll be especially pleased to meet Hugh's meat. We were just trying to figure out where he should pump his virgin sperm. I've been fucking Mitch all day, and playing with some friends too. My poor pussy feels ancient - oops, I mean tired." 

"Don't worry about offending me sweetie. I know I'm old. That boy does have a mighty fine hunk of manhood there. It looks like you've done a real fine job of readying it for the big bursting too. Except my pussy is drier than a desert. How will we get me lubed up real quick?" She quickly began undoing buttons, revealing a shiny cheap slip, worn from long and hard use.

"Mitch....would you do the honours?" asked Rachel. This roused me from my dissociate state, drawing me back into the moment. My mind turned quickly to the question of what means to employ to achieve the task. 

"Since you asked so nicely, I'd be honoured, indeed. Frida, you look like a very kinky wench. But you are still overdressed."

Before anyone could speak further, I leapt off the chair. With one smooth grab, I ripped the slip clear off Frida's knobby frame, knocking her dress off her shoulders to the floor in the same swipe. Hugh was still speechless, his cock throbbing in Rachel's grip, but she and I both laughed loudly at the next layer of Frida's clothing. I had exposed a purple demi-cup underwire bra, which used dainty lace to frame perfectly respectable tiny mounds of breast, each topped by a nipple the colour of coffee - a Hershey's kiss chocolate.

I reached into Rachel's shopping bag and pulled out the handcuffs and whip. Agreeing to Rachel's request that I prepare Frida was fine, but I needed to come on strong to avoid a wimp label. There was an ornate light fixture on the wall by where Frida stood, I spun her around and looped the chain of the cuffs through that metal before closing the bracelets around each wrist, her hands extended above her head. I used the handle of the whip to tease her into a position where her arms were slightly flexed, her legs a bit wider than her shoulders, just far enough from the wall that her back was bent at about a thirty degree angle.

I began by rolling the leather covered butt of the lash across the dusty old flesh above her cunt. Glancing to my left, I saw that both Rachel and Hugh were frozen, admiring my actions. "It won't do Frida any good if Hugh loses power while I ready her. Make sure you keep him fluffed, Rachel. Just don't push him over the edge. My cock is almost as tired as your cunt, so I would hate to have to fuck Frida as her reward for being such a sport. If I wasn't so sore, Frida, I'd be fucking you myself, of course, because you are incredibly sexy. Your nipples scream to be eaten, and once that flows down to your cunt, you'll be eminently fuckable."

"Has Rachel got a strap-on to fuck me with?"

"She's too busy fluffing Hugh. I have something else in mind."

I rained hard blows with the whip on to the tough skin of her back. Unlike Rachel's play with Monique, this was meant to hurt. The first dozen blows barely raised redness. I paused after the first half dozen and ran my hand roughly into her cunt. I slid inside with only a modest effort, but her inner walls were as dry as dust. I expanded my fist inside her, but the cavity was so stretched out from decades of use that she accommodated me without any problem, without lubrication. Although I knew this meant Hugh could fit inside already, it would be like sandpaper on skin for his young love muscle, so I continued working towards moistening Frida.

Rachel and Hugh both had their eyes glued to my actions. Rachel had one hand busy toying with her own clit. Hugh's tongue busily licked his lips as his breathing became panting. Rachel fondled his scrotum with her other hand. Unexpectedly, Rachel stood as I fisted Frida, and pressed backwards up against Hugh. Straining up onto the tips of her toes, she ran the crevice between the cheeks of her ass along the length of his shaft. She reached back and drew his hands to her tits.

"Be careful he doesn't blow before I'm ready for him," Frida warned, "though licking his cream off your bum might be fun. Heck, I'd even enjoy licking it out of your asshole, but that boy is too much like a horse cock to fit there in a little gal like you."

"Did I say you could speak?" I asked, twisting the whip across her back with extra sharpness. I could see from her expression that she was beginning to feel the burn. "Do you like how he is mauling her tits? Do her excited nipples make you wish it was you with those big fists gripping your nubs? You may speak now."

"Yes. At first, I only saw the size of his cock. Thirty years ago just seeing such fine meat would have made me soaked to my knees. But yes, I see his hands. Not only do I want them squeezing my saggy tits like they were over ripe oranges, I want one of them stuffed up my swollen stretched out cunt."

"It may be swollen, but is it wet?" I asked. Stepping closer, I brushed my hand across her belly, as if to finger her cunt. Instead, I stealthily slid my other hand up and roughly squeezed a tit, enthusiastically pinching her hard nipple. Only then did my finger enter between her lower lips. "Not there yet," I commented, noting that the outer lips were quite moist, but the inner reaches of her cavity were still unyielding. 

I resumed the stimulation of Frida, taking time to diddle her clit with my thumb as my fingers grazed her slit. Hugh and Rachel watched, enraptured, his cock working almost into her rear passage in time with my flicks across Frida's button. I knew I had to ready the maid quickly, or Hugh would enter Rachel from the rear, and end my control of the situation.

I kneaded Frida's breast brusquely, forcing my finger further inside, fucking with it like a little cock. As her passage relaxed, I started twirling my digit around.

"After all these years, it finally feels like a real screwing," Frida cackled.

"Been playing with the power screwdriver at home Frida?" Rachel asked. In response to a nod from me, Rachel eased upright, taking Hugh's cock firmly in her hand. She tickled his balls with a few fingers to maintain his interest. 

I released Frida's boob just long enough to hold a finger to my lips to signal the two others to be silent in their approach. Returning my hand to her nipple, I pinched with extra emphasis, making her clench down around my finger. I began to feel real wetness oozing along her crack, coating her walls inside and gradually drenching my finger. For good measure, I stroked a stiff finger up deep inside Frida, counting ten bottomless plunges. Then I inserted a second finger, and repeated my count. For the third set of ten, I pulled the fingers apart as they rose, stretching her pussy open, and ready to accept all of Hugh.

Just for distraction, after the thirty finger fucks, during the fourth set, I started teasing her anus with my thumb. I sensed a protest about to escape her lips, so I silenced her with a fierce squeeze of a nipple. I was the one shocked by the next reaction; however, as her anus opened easily over the tip of my thumb and suctioned it greedily into her colon, drawing my hand too far around to continue fingering her slit. 

Frida ground back and down on my thumb, rotating her hips vigourously. For a second, I considered the thrill of watching Hugh's hugeness butt up against her asshole, like a battering ram trying to enlarge a breach in a castle's defenses. I knew however that Rachel's plan was better. I flattened my hand and curled my fingers, gripping Frida's pelvis from below, my rear penetration acting like a handle. Squeezing her chest tight in the other hand, I lifted her smoothly. She was as light as a feather. I had no problem tossing her onto the bed she had just turned down. She bounced softly after her butt landed, arms akimbo, then lay spread eagle across the sheets, smiling. I bent forward and briefly brushed my fingers across her pussy. "Good and wet outside," I announced.

I slide three fingers deep inside, finding that I needed no effort and met no resistance. "Good and wet inside too."

"Better taste test the old bird," Rachel suggested.

I bent closer and ran my tongue once up her slit, sampling her ooze. I rewarded her with a fast bobble of clit on tip of tongue. "Well done but still juicy," I joked, dramatically smacking my lips. "Salty with just a hint of garlic."

Rachel piloted Hugh on the altered course. Quickly, so as to use speed to achieve surprise, Rachel shoved Hugh on top of Frida, never relinquishing her grip on his stiff cock. I distracted Frida by lowering my lips and suckling her aching nipples. They were as hard as rock candy, with none of the pliability of young teats. These were dry vestigial reminders of milk glands, devoid of fertility. The nerve endings still worked through. Raking my teeth across the surface of each point in turn caused Frida's hips to hump up off the bed. Her hand went automatically to her own clit.

Placing her hand on the bell boy's back, Rachel steered his manhood to Frida's waiting gash. After all the build up, the actual moment of contact was undramatic. Frida was indeed stretched wide enough that Hugh's enormous pole slid smoothly into her soaked slit. I doubted she even felt him. 

"A virgin no longer," cheered Rachel, marking the occasion.

Rachel retained her grip on the bottom few inches of this giant shaft, controlling the tempo at which Hugh fucked Frida. After the first four or five strokes, satisfied he had a good rhythm; Rachel slid behind Hugh and fondled his balls. His first load would obviously burst forth quickly, and Rachel was intent on making the experience memorable for all of us. Hugh slid his meaty hands under Frida's hips and started lifting her pelvis up, pulling her body off the bed to meet his thrusts. The older woman began screaming through her orgasm.

Bending closer, Rachel said, for the benefit of Frida and I, who could not see her, "Hugh, has any girl ever licked your balls and then suck them into her mouth?"

Hugh could only grunt in response. He was still pistoning into Frida, who was like a little limp rag doll. My sucking and biting her nipples was doing no good whatsoever, so I started to sit up and back away, uncertain what my role ought to be next. Frida shocked me by reaching over as I slid by and grabbing my revived cock. "Not so fast sonny boy. It's a long time since I was filled by two at once."

She swallowed my entire cock smoothly, as if from long experience. I had to straddle her chest as if feeding my sausage to her. Her head bounced up and down off the bed in a rhythm matching Hugh's fucking action. After a few gulps, I started fucking her face, making it easier for her. I was shocked to feel more seed bubbling up in my aching balls. I must already have passed my record for orgasms in one day, but I had long since lost count.

"Are you about ready, Mitch?" Rachel asked, "because Hugh is about to blow."

I never had a chance to answer because Frida took matters out of my hands. She took Rachel's warning as a cue to insert a finger in my rectum and massage my prostate. She really wanted to receive the two loads simultaneously. My sperm chugged down her throat as she kept sucking my cock. With her hands now on my ass, she forced me to keep pumping my shaft into her mouth until every drop was emptied. Amazingly, I had produced enough cream that it was oozing over her lips and flowing across her chin. Recalling how Rachel had shared with Gwen, I expected more of the same. What I failed to factor in however was the effect of Hugh's goo flooding Frida's pussy. 

Having shot his wad, Hugh collapsed next to me on the bed. My tired member was wilted, resting on my thigh leaking a tiny trail of after cum onto my skin but his still stood tall and proud. Frida reached over and stroked it, and then twisting her torso to lick Hugh clean. This was awkward, because Rachel was busy licking the excess cum off Frida's thighs, occasionally teasing the older woman's clit.

Suddenly Frida bolted upright and sprang off the bed. "Ohmigawd," she said, "I'm running way late. I might have pictures of the bell captain, but not the Head Housekeeper. I gotta get going." She hurriedly gathered her uniform around her body, straightening her appearance.

This startled the rest of us, Hugh in particular. He realized our tryst had gone on for at least a half hour. "Pictures or not, I'll be lucky not to get fired."

"Here's a hundred for you, and a fifty to pay off your boss. If that doesn't work, tell him you were kidnapped by aliens. If that still doesn't work, send him up for a blowjob," Rachel advised, digging money out of my wallet. She helped her young lover get his uniform back together, teasing him with a shower of kisses, laughing as he struggled to stuff his resurgent sausage into his pants.

Frida was at the door about to leave. "I bet those weren't vanilla flavoured chocolates you left on our pillows," I said, handing her my last hundred. She looked both ways in the hallway before leaving. Hugh was right behind her, still blushing at his good fortune.

Rachel closed the door. As I booted up my laptop, she walked over to the windows, still naked. Upon opening the curtains, she discovered that the full length full width windows overlooked the lobby atrium, which soared majestically all the way past our room. She spread her arms wide, as if shouting "Hey, world, look at me, I'm the bitch queen of the world. I fuck, I suck, I rule!"

She pressed her naked body against the glass. 

"Is that see through or one way so no one can see in?"

"Well, there is a guy across the courtyard fucking his woman doggy style. If I can see them, they can see me. And one floor up, I see two guys going at it. A blond guy sucking a darker one's cock. There's a woman sitting on the bed with a cocktail watching. Oh, and there's another woman just walking in from the bathroom."

Rachel moved her hips back from the glass just enough to insert a few fingers into her pussy, fondling her clit. I watched her, amazed at her ravenous appetite for all things sexual, and especially for watching.

"Is she naked?" I asked, stepping up behind Rachel to join in watching. Both ladies were nude. I assumed, unfairly, that the thin one on the bed matched the darker guy. They both had olive skin and black hair. She sat with her legs crossed at the knees. I strained to tell whether I could make out a hint of untrimmed black bush surging over her thighs.

The other woman was blond, with a fuller softer body. She seemed a stereotypical match for the kneeling cocksucker, who was a blond Nordic sort with a pumped gym rat body. Her pussy was clean and hairless. Her full breasts swayed as she bent over beside the dark woman, who was sipping a cocktail. They leaned together for a brief, intense kiss, broken by the dark one, who gestured to her friend as if to say "watch the boys", and resumed sipping her drink. The blonde settled next to her on the bed. After a few minutes watching one man swallow the other's very average looking cock, she snuggled closer to her friend. As the blond male swirled his slowly, pleasuring his pal, she casually dropped her hand on the thigh next to her. The dark guy started gripping the blond's hair, holding his head close, fucking his face. The blonde gal's fingers crept into her partner's pubic hair, which I could now fully appreciate. 

"At this distance it's hard to tell. Is she tweaking her clit yet?" asked Rachel, rubbing her butt against my quickly reinvigorated cock. She reached down and drew my right hand up and held it over her breast. My palm cupped the warm flesh, her nipple digging into my skin. My left hand automatically joined in, kneading the other side. The blonde and I both buried our noses in thick black hair, licking earlobes in unison while the Nordic guy was exploring a stiffer treat.

My left hand migrated down Rachel's tummy, imitating the blonde and playing with her clit. Rachel sighed, leaning back harder against me. My hard cock rode smoothly in the crack of her ass, which was well lubricated by her fresh excitement, if not still wet from playing with Frida and Hugh. We watched fascinated by the show across the atrium.

"Have you ever watched a guy suck cock before?" Rachel asked.

"Not really. On a basketball bus trip, I overheard the water boy blowing the point guard, but they were well behind me at the back of the bus. Plus, it was dark. Then once, after gym, I walked in on two guys in the shower, but they were very embarrassed and stopped."

"Are you as excited by watching as those gals and I am?"

"What excites you about it? I thought gals disliked fags."

"Oh. Bad word there. I think it's because they look so macho, and really, straight guys giving head is just the squaring of the foursome circle, isn't it? Guys always want their girls to play with each other's cunts. Why not reciprocate with a little cock sucking show?"

"Frankly, the girls watching are the big turn on for me. I don't know if I could suck cock, but if I did, it would have to be as a show, because the thought of turning you - a woman I mean - on so much that she blows past her boundaries is a big thrill. Not that you seem to suffer from boundaries."

"Well, I think those ladies have done this before," Rachel said, directing my attention from nibbling her shoulder to the show. The two gals had slid off the bed onto the floor next to their guys. The blonde had produced a strap on from somewhere, and was preparing to mount her playmate doggy style.




Who's Vanilla Now? Ch. 02



"Does that excite you?" I asked.

"It would excite me more to be the one bent over on all fours on the floor. It would be so hot to have Gwen doing that to me while you fucked Monique right beside us. Me on top of Monique fucking her would be hot, but not quite as hot."

As the blonde pressed the rubbery fake cock hard against her friend's awaiting labia, Rachel shifted onto tip toes, trapping my cock just at the opening of her cavern. She pushed down slowly, copying the woman we were watching. The two men also watched. The kneeling one even paused briefly, his friend's erect cock still grasped in his hand. After a moment, he resumed flicking his tongue across the tender bulb at the top of his treat, but his eyes stayed focused on the strap on play.

"Oh look, the Latin guy is waving at us," Rachel pointed out, still nuzzling the head of my cock along her slit, not quite allowing me entry.

"Now they are all watching us," I replied, planting Rachel's cunt firmly in my cock and pushing fully into her. The blonde smiled at us, make an "ok" sign with her fingers, and plunged her fake cock straight into her chum, who was unprepared, watching us. The dark woman was buried face first into the carpet. The blonde was unrelenting, fucking her furiously, still staring at us, as if daring us to match the fury of her sex. 

Hard fucking was no problem. Rachel braced her hands against the window and pumped her pussy in powerful strokes, swallowing my shaft fully each time, and then pulling off so only my tip remained between her lips. I picked up the tempo, grabbing her tits and using them as handles to double the excitement. Her rock hard nipples were like stilettos digging into my palms.

"Fuck me harder, make me cum so loud they hear me all the way across the atrium," Rachel screamed. Droplets of spittle flew out of her mouth, speckling the glass.

The blond guy on the floor chuckled in appreciation, and starting jacking his partner's shaft while licking his balls. Suddenly, whether in tribute or one-upmanship, a great gob of goo flew out of the cock, splattering their window. The blond man licked his chum clean, which was interesting to watch, and, though not straight, somewhat expected. What happened next was bizarre, and beyond any experience I had imagined up to that point. He crawled across the carpet, still on his knees and licked the glass clean, not allowing even a speckle of semen to remain. Rachel and I slowed our fucking to a leisurely pace, or attention across the way.

Not only was he licking, he flattened his tongue, extended it fully out of his mouth, hanging down his chin. Pressing his nose flat on the glass, each lick became a small act of theatre. Rachel laughed at his performance. "I hope he doesn't buff it with his naked ass."

"Well, it looks smooth enough from here." Now I laughed. "Ohmigawd, did I just say that about another man's ass?"

"Don't go all vanilla on me now."

"Well, he may be blonde, but he sure ain't vanilla."

"Neither is she," added Rachel, gesturing across where the busty woman was now lifting her partner's shoulders off the floor, pulling her back onto the strap on cock.

"I bet I know what happens next." Rachel executed a complex balletic spin off my cock, tuning us both slightly, and dropped to her knees, fondling me and occasionally flicking her tongue along my shaft or around my cockhead. Our attention was still mainly on the free show.

"The blond guy fucks the top woman from behind, or the lil subbie sucks his cock?"

"How about both?" 

"No way."

I was almost correct. The cocksucker redeemed his sexuality by inserting his already rigid pole into the blonde woman from behind. 

"Is he fucking her ass?"

"I can't tell from this angle. Makes sense with all those straps blocking her pussy."

"So the subbie doesn't suck cock?"

Before I could answer, the other man, despite having just ejaculated, offered his semi hard meat to her lips. She dove hungrily, swallowing him to the root. We had no trouble seeing her cheeks bulging. 

"His cock didn't seem that big when his buddy sucked it. She must have a very small mouth." Rachel observed. 

"Maybe that's why Adonis does the first load."

"If he was a Greek god, it would be his ass getting fucked."

"Funny, I recall that Aphrodite and Persephone shared him. Not a bad gig if you can get it."

"So, the ass fucking was with a strap on?"

"Who knows what they'll do next."

"That was just classical mythology. The fucking across there is for real." With this, Rachel took me in her mouth using a technique similar to the dark woman's. Her cheek bulged like a squirrel storing nuts for the winter. And speaking of nuts, Rachel did not ignore mine, despite the fact that no one across the way seemed to have fingers free, Rachel did. She started by gently massaging my sac, as if complimenting my testicles for their stellar production today. Bobbing her head, deep throating me like the fellatrix across the way, Rachel slowly increased her pressure on my balls, starting to milk them. The tempo of the four way fucking was building also, forcing the oral performance forward, literally, since the fake cock was ramming her ahead as she gave head. Her standing lover was thrusting his hips back to meet her lips, making her the meat in the sandwich. I find it impossible not to copy his motion, rocking my entire body, swaying towards Rachel, and then pulling back to urge her to suck more intensely.

"The fucking here is real too."

"Not quite," Rachel mumbled around a mouthful of cock. "Here, it's sucking not fucking."

Although my cock was excited, my reservoir was depleted by now, so Rachel could enjoy a leisurely exploration of my equipment, taking her tongue and lips around the head, the shaft and the balls, with kisses and licks shared along my thighs, lower belly and other neighbouring regions as well. She lifted my shaft above her head, running her tongue slowly down the underside to trace the tiny ridge that began just above the base then bisected my scrotum. Just then, I tapped her on the back of the head to get her attention. 

Across the way, the standing guy was amazingly already coming a second time, flooding his girl's mouth with a load of cream. We watched it seep down her chin.

"Mmmm, I wish I could just teleport over there and lick that clean. It looks so fresh and gooey," Rachel said. "Not that Hugh and you don't taste great, but she really seems to like his."

I did not have time to reply before the dark woman collapsed to the ground, causing the guy's deflating cock to pop out of her mouth. The blonde behind her was forcing all of her weight forward, head tossed back. Though we could not hear, we imagined the scream of her orgasm.

"Is the blond guy coming too?" I asked.

My question was answered by a river of sperm raining across his playmate's buttocks and back as he pulled out of her. We never were clear on which orifice he was fucking. The sudden shift in balance caused the blonde to topple forward, crushing the bottom gal to the carpet. At either end the guys looked silly, one kneeling, the other standing, cocks sagging in front of them. The blonde girl rolled off her friend, who propped herself on one elbow and turned, obviously staring across at us. While she watched, the dark guy began cleaning the sperm off the rear of the Domme. He theatrically caressed her fake cock, coating it with gobs of goo, and then licking it clean. Soon, he was deep throating the rubber, bobbing his head rapidly, as his mistress ignored him, watching our reaction.

I expected Rachel to copy the remaining action across the way and lave my shaft, then deep throat it. Instead, she stood pressed tightly against the widow, her firm little tits mashed flat, and just rubbed. Slowly she worked a finger into her slit from behind. Hidden from them, but visible to me, the thumb of the same hand played with her anus, gently pushing it open. 'Is she inviting me?' I wondered.

Only one way to find out. I stepped behind Rachel, peering over her shoulder at the others. Even the guy fellating the dildo had paused; they now seemed content, at least for a moment, to play audience - exhibitionists turned voyeurs. I wedged a hand in the groove left between her flat abdomen and the glass, and pressed my fingers upwards, curling her right breast off the glass. I kneaded it slowly, my fingers splayed, allowing the others a good view of her nipple extending even further out.

My left hand caressed her hip bone. I wanted them to think I intended to pull her pussy away from the pane, and intertwine my fingers with hers. I continued massaging the curve of hip as Rachel bumped her ass back, slowly like a bell chime rocking against my cock, then swinging back against the window.

Instead of groping Rachel's cunt, I let my hand linger on her belly, rubbing gently, and then traveling up to cup her left breast. She now leaned against me as I kneaded both tits in unison. I pressed forward, trapping her tightly against the glass. I was just able to flex my fingers, continuing to increase the stimulation. Meanwhile, my cock was swelling in the crevice between her buttocks.

Our watchers once again became actors as the excitement travelled through the glass and across space into their room. As Rachel rubbed her damp buttocks around my shaft, the cooler room air teasing the tip of my cockhead, I considered further who they might be and how they came to share that space in such a private yet public place. I noticed that the dominant blond man and woman did not share the casual intimacy of a couple. Instead, the blonde lounged with her head in the other woman's lap. The dark woman softly ran her fingers through those thick honey coloured curls. The blonde seemed to try to keep one eye on Rachel and I but began planting tiny kisses inside her friend's thighs. I now thought that the dark guy might be paired in real life with the blonde - he was rubbing her shoulders, working the muscles deeply, caringly. 

"Maybe they are all just strangers who met in the bar and took a room," Rachel said, as if reading my mind.

"A bit early for that, isn't it? I always thought those sorts of things happen around closing time."

"I guess you're right. And four strangers hooking up is unlikely, especially for kinky sex. At least two of them must be a pair."

All of this chatter was a diversion from the unspoken question. Was I about to fuck Rachel's butt? I would gladly do it for the thrill. She would do it to prove she wasn't being vanilla. The watchers would enjoy it, if they could even tell. My greedy cock was throbbing at the prospect. She had clearly loved being penetrated by fingers.

"So how are we going to finish this with a big climax for them?" Rachel asked. "You can't fuck my ass you know. Like I told Hugh, it is just too sore right now."

I guess my disappointment was reflected to her in the window glass. "I think you'll have another chance. This doesn't feel like a one night stand. Oh, I wish I had the boobs for titfucking. I bet they would like that. Me kneeling here in front of the window, your greased cock sliding up to where I can lick the crown with my tongue, and even bend my head forward and tease the tip with my teeth while the shaft is massaged by great orbs of pillowy flesh. Is that what you would enjoy? I bet you would. Just like you love being inside my butt cheeks."

"I bet they would love just watching you suck the fat knob on the end of my cock and rub it across your throbbing little nipples, letting my cum spray out all over you."

"That would certainly give them the visual effect. Too bad we don't know their room number. I bet they'd love to come over and lick us clean after."

I paused, my passion quelled as I considered the homoerotic prospects of that scenario. The idea of either guy licking my cock had no appeal, but I knew Rachel would insist. My little head instructed my big one to get back to business and not play 'guess the room number'.

"I guess we'll just have to clean each other." I said

"Perhaps they'll stay and watch."

"I hope you are ready to get messy, because I feel my balls tightening again. I never thought I could cum this much in one day."

"I hope you shoot nice thick ropes of cum all over me. Our new friends deserve a good show in return for their efforts." Rachel bounced on her heels, my shaft thrusting rapidly through the tunnel she had created by pushing her breasts tightly together. My pee slit was gaping open, hungry for the treat of her tongue. She teased me, stopping her licks just short of my crown, kissing the air. Then she went to the other extreme, timing her head bob perfectly to capture the timing of my boldest upward thrust, her tongue painting the underside of my cockhead, her breath filling the hole with warmth. It was almost like I could taste her mouth through my cock - the sweetness and the sauciness.

The exhausted foursome observed our actions. Not surprisingly, they still had the energy for a few fingers to become active as they rested. Not all the fingers caressed the bodies to which they were attached. The blonde woman began tweaking the Nordic guy's nipples, stretching them away from his rock hard pectoral muscles. Gradually, I could make out her hips humping her groin against him from behind. She soon reached around to wrap her fingers around his flaccid cock. No doubt she would have been unsurprised to find his fist there already, but I wondered how she felt about the dark woman's fingers tickling his balls. I thought I saw her shrug as she focused on his shaft. He shifted a bit, opening his legs, so the fingers caressing his scrotum could reach back to brush against the blonde's pubes.

The darker woman meanwhile completed the circuit, taking the other man's cock in her palm and caressing it much like Rachel had began with me. As I neared orgasm, perhaps our watcher sensed the completion of the task. They hastened their pace. The dark woman began bobbing her head up and down on her man's cock, swallowing the shaft deep into her throat. She shifted her body around so that both the blonde man and blonde woman were licking at her pussy.

"Look, Mitch, she's rimming her friend's asshole," Rachel observed. "Definitely not vanilla."

Rachel snaked her hand under my balls, still holding them in her palm, but was now able to tease my anus with a fingertip. She rolled her tongue all the way down my shaft, pausing to slowly encircle the root, and then worked up one more time before starting to ease it into her mouth, taking an inch or so at a time, then withdrawing to tongue my pee slit before swallowing more of my meat.

I was torn between watching the show across the courtyard and focusing on the way my balls were clenched in their sack like tiny bombs about to explode. Rachel decided for me, pressing my balls flat against my groin as she shoved her finger deeper into my asshole. This released my energy directly up my cock. She backed her mouth away and leaned back, allowing our audience a great view of my cum raining onto her chin and chest.

Rachel rubbed herself as if in a shower, massaging the cream like soap all over her chest, taking extra care to work it into her breast flesh. She turned towards the window so the watchers had a particularly good view as she took each nipple between a thumb and forefinger, pulling them away from her breasts, arching her back in painful pleasure. 

I was spent. Exhausted, I collapsed in a chair and just watched as Rachel let her hands roam around her belly, teasingly dipping down, not quite touching her clit, then cupping her breasts, one at a time in turn. This time, she rolled the nipples more slowly, exaggerating her movements like a stage actress or an exotic dancer.

"I feel like I ought to offer you a twenty for a lap dance."

"I feel like they are eating me up with their eyes."

In fact, the action across the way had come to a standstill. They were spellbound by Rachel's performance.

"It's the drama of waiting to see you touch your button. I bet they want to see if you explode all over the window."

"How Monty Pythonesque of your gross perverted little brain."

"Actually, it's my bigger brain that thinks of the meaning of life. My little brain is the one that just wants to anoint you with cum until you glow."

Across the way, the brunette was actually clapping at Rachel's performance, seemingly undistracted by the tongues which had now resumed licking her pussy. The other woman especially was showing neither tiredness nor shyness - she was buried nose deep in her friend's cunt, barely leaving room for the second tongue.

Rachel stood and gave a little bow and curtsey as their guy; unable to get a good angle, started exploring the woman's anus with the tip of his tongue. This he did tentatively, truly an explorer. He knew his mission but was unsure what he might encounter. He did not dive in, but tasted the edges of the crevice between his target's cheeks, licking up one side and taking a long pause to clean any puddle of perspiration from the notch where the woman's taut buttocks joined at the base of her spine. He did not follow a line straight down from the point of that inverted triangle. Instead, he licked around the other cheek, dipping to the edge of the anus, curling just before it teased the sphincter open. Each time, he seemed to pause at that precipice, and then ran the tongue around up the curve, working towards the area between her ass and her pussy. Her hips began rising rhythmically off the bed, meeting his tongue demandingly. Still, she was composed enough to resume stroking the dark fellow's cock, which displayed arousal from Rachel's show. 

"Let's take our turn to watch," Rachel suggested, falling onto the bed, patting a spot for me. As we snuggled, I reached for the laptop.

"Why do you need that when the show there live is better than whatever you might see online? Look - the guys are double penetrating the blonde as the other woman licks her nipples."

"Gwen said she has a website and gave me a password that will tell us where her party is tomorrow. I think that would be very much not vanilla."

I clicked to the site. Suddenly, a slide show of pictures popped up. "Free samples...new pictures just today...more in member's area" it read.

"What the hellll...." Rachel screamed. "That's us in those pictures."

I looked more closely. The shots were from the change room. Gwen had digitally altered them to hide our features, but the familiar poses were unmistakable.

"That bitch! Wait until I see her."

"That mean we are going to the party?"

"Now we have to."

I grinned, thinking of the potential sexual outcomes the adrenaline that Rachel's anger at Gwen might generate. For now though, I pretended to share Rachel's furor at being displayed over the net. Privately, I thought my cock looked pretty good in the photos and wondered who might show up at Gwen's and recognize me as a result. The prospect stirred something deep within my groin.

Rachel may have though it was watching our watchers exciting me. She noted Gwen's party location and then shoved the laptop aside. 

"I don't think I have any stamina left." I explained.

"How about your tongue?"

I glanced across the courtyard. The foursome was writhing in a tight daisy ring. I imagined I could hear the grunts, groans and moans. "You sure like to watch."

"I might even like that better than being watched."

She reclined back on a mound of pillows, arranging herself to watch the show, and at the same time, presenting her glistening cunt to full view.

"Clean me." She grabbed my hair and dragged my face over her pelvis; twisting us both until she was satisfied my tongue action would not be blocked by my head or her hips. I exaggerated my licking, trailing my tongue wide to the points of her hips, then around and down her thighs.




Who's Vanilla Now? Ch. 03



Kylie the room service maid with the sweet sex service sideline had left, but Rachel was far from finished her oral attentions to my revived cock.

Alone again, I enjoyed the tongue bathing. Rachel closed her mouth around the cock head and flicked the underside with just the tip of her tongue. She paused, pulling back to lick a drop of precum off the tip of the head, savouring it on her lips. This was followed by a tender kiss on one side of my shaft just below the head, which lead to Rachel rolling her tongue around the ring at the bottom of the head. She ran her tongue across my slit, teasing it open, and then flattened her tongue to allow the head to rest momentarily on her lip, before slipping her tongue along the flap of skin under the head. I just relaxed as she swirled her tongue around the bulb. My cock was jumping up with each stroke of her tongue. This helped me fight the urge to rudely grab her and just fuck her face.

I leaned back gently, flexing my knees and just watched as my cock slowly disappeared right into Rachel's mouth. Her fingers continued to work around the root. Her tongue, teeth and lips just kept right on working. I finally could resist no longer and began running my fingers through her funky black hair, quickly starting to massage her scalp. Rachel started moaning around my cock, truly making this a 'hummer'.

Rachel pulled her head back, holding my cock just on her lips and then ran her tongue into the pee slit, sampling more precum. "I love your cock, it fits my mouth perfectly," she moaned. 

"Now flood my mouth with your cum."

This time, as she stuck her tongue even deeper into my cock, she twisted it, squeezing my balls vigorously at the same instant. I shuddered, images of all the great sex in the past day flashing through my mind, beginning with fucking Rachel in the park and ending with the spread of freckles across Kylie's bountiful bosom. The force of my orgasm was astonishing. It spewed into Rachel's mouth and flowed over her lower lip. A creamy string dangled from her chin, connected to a gob which hung briefly in midair before dropping to her chest, spreading across the tops of her perfect firm tits. 

Before Rachel released my cock, she whipped it against her tongue, shaking the last remaining drops of cream into her mouth. She rolled her tongue across her lips. Thrusting her tits straight up into the air, she massaged the cum into her skin.

"That won't make them grow," I joked.

"You know, when I was younger, I actually believed my friends that told me that rubbing cum into my tits would help them grow. That just made me a bigger cocksucker once I was old enough." Rachel giggled, pulling at her nipples. "Good thing that cum doesn't make our pussy grow. Mine might be the size of Rhode Island by now." She paused, her fingers trailing down her belly to stroke her pussy as she considered it. "Now, would you mind licking my chin clean? Or are you too vanilla for that?"

In response, I whacked Rachel across the head with a pillow. "Oh, you think you are a tough guy, huh?" she said, raising her tiny fists like a prizefighter. I tackled her onto the bed, tickling her. Leaning over her body, I pinned her hands with mine and her legs under my knees. I started licking my own cum off her chin and then continued to search for residue where she had rubbed it into her tits. Rather than being soft, as I might have done in similar circumstances a day before, I alternated my tongue action with quick sharp little bites, not hard enough to cut her skin but intense enough to make her yelp and twist beneath my grip. 

My cock might have performed amazingly to this point, but even my iron rod barely stirred as I centered in, biting Rachel's nipples. My cock head did swell a bit as it trailed across Rachel's thrashing belly, but not nearly enough to consider fucking further. Even my balls ached. Instead, I concentrated on finger and mouth play, licking all around her tits, tasting where the sweat had caked on the undersides, and then rimming her navel. In order to do that, I reversed my position on the bed. Rachel apparently thought this was a hint and started licking at my balls and then up my shaft.

Despite Rachel's efforts, my cock never became more than semi aroused. My tickling had greater effect and the already pungent air was fragrant with the fresh scent of female arousal. Her pubes glistened with dew, and I gradually worked my fingers and tongue towards that as a target. Slowly, I teased her with gentle touching, making her wriggle with excitement.

Recalling the "who's vanilla now" competitiveness, I spread her cunt open, peeling back the flesh like rose petals, working her pussy walls with my fingers, teeth and tongue. I pushed my tongue into her over and over, deeper with each thrust. Her hips began rising off the bed to meet my lips and I slowly eased a finger between her buttocks and tweaked her sphincter open. Suddenly, her asshole opened wide on its own and sucked me right inside, or so it seemed. I think really it was the combined movements going in opposite directions which made it seem that way. Anyway, this time she didn't stiffen up but instead remained relaxed.

"Are you enjoying this?" I asked.

"Yes, I love the new sensations. It is like bolts of lightening are jumping off your fingertip right through my insides, and they all meet at my clit. Which is already screaming from your tongue. But I need a bit more push over the edge."

Not wanting to disappoint Rachel, I escalated the action, flattening four fingers on my other hand and thrusting them into her open pussy below where I was chewing on her clit. Her hips pushed forward to meet me faster and harder. Almost as if she was the guy and was fucking my fist.

Then I looked in her eyes and knew it wasn't that she was the guy, because I wasn't the girl. I was her human dildo, her flesh and blood fucking machine. Without asking, I instantly fathomed at last that this was the look she wore on her face when she masturbated.

I took my free hand and rubbed it across her belly, tracing the arch of her pubic bone. I circled the hood above her clit, silently replacing my teeth with my fingers. Never stopping my finger fucking, I slid down the bed and ran my tongue around her asshole, teasing at first but then exploring the very edges of that sacred spot. I knew this was something she could not do for herself.

I worked my tongue and finger in unison, spreading moisture around her clit as I swallowed the fluid dripping on my tongue. My nail grazed her clit as I speared through her sphincter. I rubbed the clit back and forth from side to side as I widened the passage for my tongue.

This changed the mood like flipping a light switch. Rachel went instantly from the Goddess of Greed to the Temptress of Team Play.

"Oh, Mitch, this feels really good," Rachel moaned, her back arching away from my tongue, her pussy hungrily drinking my fist deeper.

"I wish you could fuck me more," she moaned. I got busy trying to lick her flow off her thighs, and could not answer. Rachel spread her legs wider. She grabbed my head with both hands and pulled me back up along her belly and then down again to her sodden slit. Only my fingers already stuffed in her cunt prevented me from burying my nose inside her. My other hand slipped out of her anus. I used it to steady myself. She rolled her hips with frustration, like a little girl stamping her feet. So much for her winning any 'plays well with others' gold stars.

She released one hand from my hair and almost ripped my fingers from her womb. She held that hand in hers as she used the one still on my head to force my tongue deep into her. I started fucking her with my mouth, listening to her screaming with joy as her climax lifted her up off the bed again.

As the spasms slowed, Rachel seemed to suddenly remember that she was holding my hand. She gently steered it underneath her, and then with surprising force drove my thumb up her ass where my other fingers had recently been. She began bouncing on my fingers with renewed energy, panting as every muscle in her body shook.

Rachel collapsed against the pile of pillows, quivering. I released her and reached over to the open bottle of champagne. Pouring it generously over Rachel's skin, I licked it and her clean, going over each spot twice, as she murmured, "Don't leave any sticky spots."

Before I could center in to cleanse inside her pussy, though, she was sleeping, purring like a kitten. Obeying her request, I continued my efforts, sticking my tongue deep within her, gently prying her labia apart, and polishing her with my face. 

This action drove my nose up against her clit and Rachel was quickly moaning again, her hips twisting underneath me. I cupped her buttocks in my hands and lifted her middle up off the bed to my tongue. My fingers dug into her glutes. Slowly, her rocking motion drew the little fingers on both hands back to her anus, which stretched wide to greet my fingertips. 

Toying with her ass, I started lapping at her pussy like a thirsty dog on a hot day, just stroking my entire face up with each lick, my tongue flat and sticking out of my mouth as far as I could get it with my lips stretched open. This allowed me to capture most of the wetness rushing out of her cunt, although plenty still coated her thighs. At the top of each stroke, her clit danced on my tongue. I made sure to tease it with my teeth and to give it a good bop after I reached the end of the lick before sinking down to start the next motion.

Panting for breath, I paused, leaning upright to admire Rachel's beauty as she balanced in my hands, her face flung back, and her clit shining up at me like a baby penis, only juicier. Reaching over to the breakfast cart, I grabbed the half used bottle of champagne and drizzled more across her breasts, her belly and down into her cunt.

"Oh, a champagne bath, how decadent," Rachel sighed as I again buried my face between her thighs, licking thoroughly to ensure that no sticky spots remained. Despite extra attention around and below her clit, Rachel's purring merely deepened an octave or two, never intensifying to the 'screaming valkries' orgasm range. 

Thunder boomed outside the windows and streaks of reflected lightening made the sugary sweat glisten across Rachel's body, assisting my efforts. I caressed her breasts as my tongue again danced across her body. Her writhing made me think of it as a tango. When I reached her chin, she steered my face upwards. I could see that her orgasm though close was not yet quite there. Our tongues entwined as we kissed passionately. 

Breaking the kiss, I freed my lips to explore her nipples, her armpits, her sides. I shifted down the bed, backing almost right off of it, and licked inside and outside her knees and ankles, and then carefully attended to each toe, paying particular attention to the spaces in between. 

I worked up the inside of Rachel's legs, pausing to lift her knees and tease the tender areas behind the knee until she began squirming and her purring gave way to deep panting. Even then, I repeated the actions on the other side, and made sure that her inner thighs, drenched in fresh fluids secreted out of her gaping cunt, got well licked. As I did this, Rachel indulged in a bit of self help, burying both hands deep inside her cunt, manipulating her pussy feverishly, pulling the walls wider, thumbs bouncing her clit as her ass beat a tango on the bedding.

I recognized this as another key moment in our game of "who's vanilla now?"

Rising from my oral attack, I clutched both her tiny wrists, able to capture them in one strong hand. Rachel yelped in surprise, her reverie disturbed. "What the fuck?"

One of the hotel bathrobes was lying at the foot of the bed, though I did not recall either of us using it. 

"This round is on me. I do all the work," I explained as I used the flannel belt to lash Rachel's wrists to the headboard. She shook her legs, feet thrashing about. "I ought to tie you down four ways, but this hotel bed isn't built for it. But if you kick me, I'll have to punish you."

"Promise?" Rachel laughed, raising a knee and darting a toe towards my butt. I dodged playfully, and lightly slapped her face. She laughed more, and I resisted the urge to let this descend into a platonic tickle fest. Instead, I pulled both nipples away from the flesh of her chest until she whimpered.

"Look inside the shopping bag," she said as she recovered.

I was not shocked to discover that Monique had tossed a cute little pair of plastic fake clothespin nipple clamps into the bottom of the bag. I joked around again, nipping at Rachel's nose and toes before quickly planting the first clamp on her left nipple, and then easing the second onto her right nipple with exaggerated slowness.

Although Rachel winced slightly as the tiny plastic teeth inside the clips bit into her nipples, she seemed disappointed. 'Too vanilla?' I asked myself.

To find out, I quickly yanked the clip off her left tit and teased her clit with it, nibbling at the engorged sex organ like a baby alligator demanding breakfast. This was better. Rachel struggled within her bonds, twisting to avoid the bite of teeth on the sensitive blood filled nub.

"Stop!" she demanded, her head twirling angrily, hair flying across her glittering eyes. "I thought you might try clipping it on the labia, but no no not the clit, never the clit."

"Safe word?" I replied. 

Rachel shook her head in response, chewing girlishly on the ends of those stray hairs still furled across her face. Or perhaps biting down to dull the pain though I was careful to stay playful, nipping at the tender flesh but never passing beyond sting to hardcore agony.

I maintained the game tone by switching around so I could use the clamp to tease her toes. As I did this, I resumed kissing her thighs. Rachel sighed each time my lips travelled up the inside surfaces of her skin, tracing her tautly muscled paths towards the honey of her pussy. Although I blew air across her clit, I avoided kissing her cunt, grazing around and below, but never eating her tenderest morsels.

The rain continued pounding against the window. If our four friends were still in the facing room, they were denied the pleasure of their turn to watch us. Still, just thinking about them gave me a little shiver of excitement, thinking about Gwen's party and the potential for exhibitionist and voyeuristic pleasures abounding there. The weekend had begun Friday lunch time with sex in the park, and the thrill of being watched continued to excite me. This helped relieve the cocoon like claustrophobia caused by the rain. Though my cock was too tired for more fucking yet, I felt my balls refilling in response to the inspiration. 

Rachel saw that instead of watching her, or instead of just burying my face in her wetness, I was looking at the windows.

"I bet Gwen has lots of interesting folks like those four at her party."

"I thought you were mad at her and going to get revenge, or something."

"Fucking well is the sweetest revenge."

"Maybe she'll have a boyfriend you can steal."

"More likely a girlfriend."

"Who's bi now?" I asked, and then drove my tongue deep into her pussy, rolling it from side to side soaking up the moisture. As Rachel rolled her hips in response, I added a gentle nibbling action, just barely touching my teeth against the sides of her pink flesh, working around and slowly up towards her clit. 

First I sucked up the excess bubbly, and then I slowed the drizzle so that with my mouth just below Rachel's clit, I licked each trickle right onto my tongue as it flowed across her nubbin, giving her a good lick with each swallow. 

I drizzled champagne down her belly, pausing my eating to admire how the soft curve made the liquid flow across her clit, and then divide like a river at a delta before flooding her pussy. This way, I was able to swallow all of the bubbly and toy with her sex at the same time. She continued writhing against her restraints

By now, Rachel's entire body was well groomed, yet she was neither sleepy not satisfied. As I held the champagne bottle to my lips for a quick fluid recharge, Rachel had another idea.

"Fuck me with it," she demanded. 

I started out placing the bottle between her thighs and easing it upwards.

"Oh, the bottle is still cold from the ice," Rachel said, startled by the coolness. I decided to add to her sensory arousal by reaching for a decorative candle on the bedside table. Still easing the bottle slowly into her labia, I used my other hand to light the candle. I dribbled a few drops of the hot wax onto her nipples. If she was jumping on the bed before, now she was really dancing. 

I flicked one wax coated nipple with my tongue. Then remembered something. I thought I had read or heard somewhere that champagne bursting into a pussy can damage a woman. I wasn't sure if this was true, but took no chances. I steered the bottle out of Rachel's pussy lips, and chugged down half the remaining contents. As she opened her lips to protest, I emptied the rest into her mouth, carefully, not splashing her face. She swallowed thirstily and grinned up at me, relaxed in her bonds.

I then turned my attention back to the wax coating her tits and used my free hand to yank the puddled paraffin free. Rachel barked excitedly. I grabbed a few half melted ice cubes out of the champagne bucket and plopped them into my mouth. I then lowered my face to Rachel's chest and slowly exhaled the ice cold water out of my mouth to cool her skin. Now she sighed in appreciation.

That seemed like the perfect moment to quickly thrust the mouth and neck of the bottle up inside her pussy as far and fast as I could, burying it in a single stroke, finishing with a flourish by twisting it ninety degrees. Rachel's hips displayed her pleasure, thrusting up off the bed, and rotating in the opposite direction from the bottle. I ground the glass against the walls of her cunt, the mouth butting up against her cervix, her clit sliding across the shiny curve of green glass. In order to bounce her clit a bit, I began easing the bottle out just an inch or so and then jabbing it back inside her.

The glass was slick with Rachel's own wetness, and it slid in and out of her freely. I pumped the bottle deeper with each slow stroke as I continued nibbling her nipples. Soon, I began rocking the bottle while it was buried inside her, the rounded edge positioned perfectly to bounce against her clit, which still shone with the sugary champagne. I could not resist the urge to lick her sweet spot. 

"Ease the bottle out," Rachel begged.

At first, I complied, enjoying having more room to plant my face amongst her treasures. Then I decided that the bottle might still be useful. As Rachel raised her hips off the bed, levered at the head by her restraints, writhing in a long chain orgasm, I slid the bottle under her thighs. Carefully timing the move, I stuck it into her anus, just pressing hard enough to pop the lip of the bottle into her cavity. She gasped in shock, but then rolled her hips enthusiastically, creating a rocking motion for the bottle to stimulate her anus.

I began playing again with her nipples, gently pulling them away from her tits. Each tug caused her to moan again as her hips thrust up to bump my nose. Her pussy continued spasming as her ass muscles tried to suck the bottle deeper. I was afraid this might get carried away, so I eased the bottle free. But now I needed another big finish.

I glanced over at the breakfast cart. The ice bucket gleamed, sweating from the cold water and remaining bits of ice left over. I reached across, and without warning I dumped the contents into Rachel's cunt. The sudden shock sent a fresh wave of convulsions through her overheated body. 




Who's Vanilla Now? Ch. 03



Suddenly, Rachel rested. "That felt like a cock made of ice was slashing through my cunt. It was like being a virgin being violated for the first time all over again. A similar shocking intensity where you lose track of pain versus pleasure."

I laughed. "Does that mean don't do it again?"

"Not for a while, lover. Now, please untie me and let me nap so I'm fresh for Gwen's party."

Rachel's nap revived her, but she awoke earlier than I did, so I did not get a chance to tie her down before dressing for Gwen's party. In fact, she had already showered before I awoke.

"Aw, wanting a little more shower sex, were you?" she asked as I pouted theatrically. I couldn't keep up the act and collapsed back onto the bed in a puddle of laughter. "I would have thought we milked that to death with Kylie."

"Never too much play with you, lover."

"Does that mean I can hold your cock while you piss?"

"Only if you drink some of it."

"Deal."

I sprang out of bed and bounded to the bathroom. Rachel quickly knelt in the shower. "Do it here instead of the toilet."

I paused, my cock swollen with piss, feeling it harden in my hand as I admired Rachel's beauty. Her firm young tits were capped with erect nipples, but what really marked her as gorgeous was her eager grin. Here was a girl really game for almost anything. As I watched, she brought her hands up and cupped her breasts, fingers rolling across her nipples, teasing them to maintain their excited state.

Rachel's fingers trailed across her belly and she started toying with her clit as I stepped closer. Despite my cock's turgid state, my piss flowed urgently, raining down coating her hair and splashing down onto her body. With one hand, she massaged the golden fluid into her tits while she continued rubbing her slit. 

"Oh, I need to piss too," she said. "May I?" She was getting into submissive mood for the party.

I fell to my knees as Rachel stood and this time the golden elixir rained onto me. I scrambled so that my head was between her legs and burrowed my tongue into her labia, drinking as much of her urine as I could capture. "Bounce up and down on my tongue," I suggested.

Rachel flexed her knees, sinking her cunt right onto my face, her clit landing perfectly on my tongue. She bounced playfully. "Don't stop licking until I come," she cried.

"Can you pee any more?"

I was rewarded with a fresh drizzle which flowed directly into my throat, coating my tongue and the roof of my mouth. This concentrated fluid tasted as sweet as Rachel's cum, but without the creamy richness. No wonder certain Buddhist sects drink urine to preserve vitality. With my tongue flicking across the most inner confines of Rachel's womb, caressing her clit and then stabbing into her peehole, I felt more alive than ever. I continued licking but also snaked a finger into her ass. As she ground her cunt against my face, Rachel worked my finger deeper into her anus. For variety every once and a while I flattened my tongue and pressed it against Rachel's clit, making her little button bobble intensely. Her hips began heaving back and forth as she knelt deeper with each stroke. I curled my finger inside her ass, stretching it wide and pressing through the membrane, trapping her clit from both sides. Her knees were shaking and she grabbed the safety bar in the shower for balance. Rachel's hips gyrated uncontrollably as I felt her orgasmic spasms course through her abdomen onto my tongue.

I lapped up her urine diluted cream as her breathing returned to normal. Rachel reached over and turned the water on without even waiting for me to stand up. "Since I washed already, I'll just rinse quickly," she said, "but you need a good lathering."

She grabbed the hand held nozzle and sprayed it directly up her cunt, letting the water drain down over my head. I drank deeply until no flavour from Rachel's fluids remained and all I tasted was pure water. Then, I slid from between her thighs and stood. Rachel grabbed the shampoo off the shelf and vigourously lathered my hair, pressing her still erect nipples into my back as she worked.

I stepped under the overhead spray as she chased the suds off my back with the handheld. Without warning, I felt a sudden rush of water up my rectum. Rachel giggled, pushing the nozzle so close to my ass that I felt the metal, warmed by the hot water. "Well, at least it's not a cold hunk of tin up my ass," I remarked.

Rachel sprayed inside my thighs and fondled my balls as she washed under my scrotum. I felt my cock revive. Suddenly, she stepped closer and bumped her hips against my butt, bouncing me into the wall. "Hey, watch it, you might break something."

"Well, I'm sure there will be lots of others at the party."

"But I bet none as nice as mine." I bragged, reaching down to caress my semi-erect cock.

"No playing now. We have to get ready."

"I still need to soap up."

"I said I'd do that."

With this, Rachel bumped me against the wall again, this time holding me there with her body. She eased back gently, keeping me pinned at the hips. Despite the warm water, the tile shower wall was cold against my cock as Rachel worked soap across my shoulders and down my back. I stiffened a bit more as I thought how nicely she might react if I spun around to rinse and showed her a healthy fresh erection. That was not to be as Rachel once again made use of the handheld attachment, though with less playfulness than earlier. 

Finally, Rachel eased her hips from mine and I shifted enough to give my favourite appendage some comfort room. She ran the soap across my buttocks and around the crack of my ass. I spoke up as she reached around towards my front.

"Don't soap up my cock too much. If we don't rinse it perfectly I'll get a pimple."

"Don't be an asshole," Rachel replied. Suddenly, she thrust the sudsy chunk of soap between my buttocks, ramming it through my sphincter ring. 

"Huh? What the fu...."

"Talk like an asshole, get treated like an asshole. But at least a nice clean asshole."

She worked the soap into my rectum, working the handheld nozzle with her other hand like a dentist or surgeon. I had always loved prostate stimulation and after the initial shock, I relaxed and enjoyed this reaming too, even when she ended it off by standing up on her tiptoes and trapping the soap between her pelvic bone and my asshole. Pushing up against me again, her tits as hard as carbon steel, cutting into my back, she slammed me against the wall again, fucking me like a Greek sailor on port call after five years at sea. As she humped me, I started bumping back. I knew from the moans that Rachel was enjoying this as much as I was. Her hand reached around my hip, caressing my belly and teasing the tip of my cock.

"With your amazing recovery powers, I'm tempted to eat this load right here right now, but I want you fully loaded for Gwen's," she giggled, "I think you'll need all you can muster."

I turned my head and opened my mouth to speak, but Rachel swallowed the words, locking her lips over mine and fucking my tonsils with her tongue. Finally, she broke the kiss, laughing. "I think you swallowed my orgasm," she said. "Could you taste it, or feel it?"

Without waiting for an answer, she swirled the spray from the nozzle under each of my armpits. Stepping back, she let the soap finally fall free and drop to the tile floor as she rinsed my rear lovingly with the warm current.

Rachel stepped out of the shower while I was still rinsing and wrapped herself in a fluffy hotel bathrobe. I watched her blow-dry her hair as I toweled off, my cock spring upwards just from the sensuality of the way in which she worked the brush around her scalp. 'If she had more hair, I'd come just watching,' I realized.

As I ran the towel around my shaft and between my legs, I realized she was watching me as well, using the mirror. "Make sure you get those balls good and dry," she said, swiveling on her stool to watch. I took extra time, lovingly caressing each testicle in its half of the scrotum, hefting it with the towel, rolling it about, and then pushing the cottony softness back and up towards my ass, rubbing vigorously between my thighs.

I saw the flush of excitement travel up Rachel's throat, her entire chest blushing red. "We better stop this, or I won't save that load for Gwen's party," she said. "In fact, that hard on is way too tempting. Better cool off." She fanned herself with a room service menu like a Southern belle in an old movie. Then, she opened the robe and fanned her tits and between her open legs. This just made my cock throb frantically.

Rachel reached over as if to grab my erection. I stepped close enough so she could do just that. She stroked my length slowly and tenderly, her tongue darting out wetting her lips as her nipples stiffened. Then she shook her head and sighed. "It really is time to get ready," she said. 

Still holding my cock, she bent forward. For a moment I thought I was about to get a blow job for the road. "Great idea, help me fit into my pants", I joked.

"Not quite how you imagine," she replied.

One of the shopping bags lay by her feet. Her dip was just the prelude to reaching into the bag, from which she extracted a silver ring. "Gwen bought this for us." Rachel giggled. "Well, really more for herself I think. She made me promise to make you wear it to the party."

Rachel took my cock in her hand and she tightened the ring around it, using a little device on the side. It fit snuggly at the base of my shaft, constricting without hurting. She giggled, "If you get much stiffer, I bet you'll get a real ouchie."

"But at least I'll stay stiff."

"Exactly. Now sit on the bed." She splayed her fingers across my chest and shoved me backwards. It really wasn't a hard push, but I let myself go, wondering what she had in mind next.

"If I bark, do I get a biscuit?"

Rachel laughed, her tits heaving, her belly shaking. "Oh, just be a good doggie." She doubled over, arms across her stomach, her knees weak with laughter. "Oh, shit, I should have bought you a collar."

She pulled the Marissa's Closet bags into the middle of the room. In the aftermath of the fitting room four way sex, I had lost track of her purchases. All I knew for sure was that she and Gwen had made it well worth the store's bother for Monique's efforts.

"Don't bother with a bra," I suggested, not wanting to be totally submissive in this switching situation.

Rachel held up a prissy white shirt and a tiny tartan kilt. "How about the slutty schoolgirl? But I'd want to wear a black pushup bra and white or red stockings with this. Plus little girlie cotton panties with hearts on them. I bet some of Gwen's friends would love using those to gag me later."

"How do you have safe words with a gag?"

"I guess you're right. I know I can trust you, but strangers?"

I flushed at the compliment. "Somehow I don't think this will be a party where you can expect kindness from strangers," I replied.

Rachel tossed the schoolgirl kit on the bed. "Not that one, then."

Next she pulled out a long sleek silk dress, red imprinted with a dragon. What made it spectacular, as she slid it on to model for me, was the slits up the legs all the way to the waist. On the top, the sides were held together by a ribbon at breast level, allowing the wearer to adjust just how much flesh showed through the gap. My brain instantly registered that this also allowed easy access for fingers, and later, some lucky guy - or girl - might have the treat of undoing the bows. The look was completed by cutouts where the dragon's eyes were. One fell just beside Rachel's right nipple, teasing voyeurs with a peek if she moved a certain way.

"I could go commando with this one," Rachel said.

"It is very sexy, but somehow I bet the theme tonight will be more leather and lace than Asian delights."

"Undo me then?"

Since the dress was a 'drop over the head' deal, there was no zipper or buttons for me to unfasten. Rachel was referring to the teasing bows. Despite all we had gone through in the past day, my hands quivered like a kid at Christmas. This dress truly had an enchanting affect, and I looked forward to watching Rachel try it on another occasion. As I fumbled with the ribbons, I reflected on just how far we had traveled - starting out denying any relationship, and now talking of trust and thinking of future days. This lead me to think of how just yesterday, the idea of 'Rock and Roll Rachel' playing dress up would have seemed insane, likely as much to her as to me.

As if reading my mind, Rachel giggled and said "I feel like a little girl all over again, going to Granny's house and rummaging through her closet, trying on her things and imagining different identities to match each outfit."

The mention of different outfits snapped the spell. I awoke from my reverie to realize my hands had gone on automatic pilot and were caressing Rachel's breasts. "I guess we better get this one off you for now then. But I'm glad you bought it."

"Maybe I should wear it to the next office dinner? Shock old man Murgatroyd? He'd probably pop a gasket."

"Or his battleaxe wife would. If I was married to a hag like that, I'd be scoping out the clerical pool half the day too."

Rachel moaned, enjoying the effect my fingers were having plucking at her nipples. "I guess you never heard about last year's Christmas party then. That battleaxe snuck into the men's room and hung some mistletoe over one of the urinals. She was kissing cocks, not mouths. My brother got the first blowjob. Then, when she ran out of guys, she ate out the receptionist in the ladies room."

"Sally Stewart? The one who looks like Julianne Moore? I thought she's married to a Mormon minister."

"Even Mormons want their pussies eaten. And I hear Mrs. M is a mighty good carpet muncher."

"Hmmm. Murgatroyd invited me to a command performance dinner party next Saturday at his estate. Something about overseas clients visiting. I was afraid it would be deathly dull. Perhaps not, knowing what you just told me. He insists I bring a date. I figured he just wanted to leer at some hot young thing. So do you want to be my date?"

"That will violate about five company policies. But so will Murgatroyd when he pins me up against a wall to fuck me."

"He'll what!?"

"I bet you our Christmas bonus checks that I can get him to fuck me within an hour of our getting to his house."

"You think he's more than just a shy old perv who likes mentally undressing young women?"

"There's no gossip that says he has ever actually fucked any of us, if that's what you mean. So I think it is a fair bet."

"But my bonus will be like ten times yours."

"How about we agree that if I win, I have to spend all the money at Marissa's Closet?"

"Deal. But that's next week. We still need to find you something to wear tonight."

Rachel lifted the Chinese dress over her head. My hands were still cupping her breasts. The movement caused her nipples to rub against my palms and she moaned slightly. I allowed my left hand to slip down her tummy and confirmed that she was wet again. I stepped closer, my stiff cock poking her belly. Because I was taller, it was too high for easy invasion of her cunt, but she rolled her hips a moment, apparently enjoying the feel of my cockhead against her flesh.

"I love how even when you are rock hard, the helmet still has just a bit of rubbery softness to it. But this isn't getting me dressed."

She stepped back and opened a second bag. Out of this one she pulled three tops. One was black leather, with cutouts for her breast to protrude through, and lots of buckles and straps for bondage play. The second was a red Lycra halter, little more than a bra. I think I gasped out loud however when she held up the third selection. It was a simple shirt, buttons on the front, collar and cuffs, but the fabric was almost transparent, gauzy, a blue so dark it would seem black in some lights. With Rachel's build, it would just graze her tits. The chest was adorned by a pattern of black roses, which would function to almost but not quite hide her nipples, revealing them from different angles as she moved. She held each up in front of her body, but I already knew which one worked best for me.

"Model the see through one for me."

"Okay, let me pick out a nice bra first," Rachel said, bending over another bag. I was speechless for a moment, absorbed in the view of her lovely naked ass. Despite all our play the past day or so, the unguarded manner of the fresh display rekindled my spirit of lustful awe. She bopped back upright, grinning playfully like a teenager at a slumber party. Not that I'd ever been to a slumber party. Well, I had visited them often in my imagination. And there, by now some blonde cheerleader would be licking her pubes. And then another gal, perhaps a redhead, might take her wrists and tie her down on the fluffy girly four-poster bed and make her eat each of a dozen pussies. I gave my head a shake and returned to reality as Rachel displayed a handful of lingerie. Once again, instead of trying them on, she just cupped them up against her breasts. "I think maybe the purple lace, what do you think?" she said.

"Try it on for me."

She got into the playful spirit even further, humming stripper music as she turned and put the bra on, spinning quickly, teasing me with her palms flattening the lacy fabric against her flesh. The second spin, she dropped her hands, but just for an instant, flashing me a peek of her excited nipples.

"No bra," I announced, "that shirt doesn't need it. I doubt this party needs any more teasing than the shadow of the silk."

"Yes, Master," Rachel replied, monotone. She then collapsed in a puddle of giggles. I sighed, conceding that this situation was totally out of control. Still, she complied, slipping the shirt on, and then adding a short red leather skirt. Although the colour clashed horribly with the shirt, the shocking effect would be noticeable.

"No panties, either."

"How about stockings?"

"Yes, but with garters."

"What shade?" Rachel asked, unfolding a square of tissue to show me a display of stockings in three different reds, black, white, cream and charcoal. 

"This one. The red matches your skirt."

Rachel lifted the pair I had chosen from the bundle. Before putting them on, she sat on the chair and patiently painted her toenails cherry red. Except when she glanced down to check her work, she met my eyes with hers. Or at least, she tried to make me meet her eyes. I was not able to keep my eyes away from staring at the smooth even strokes of bloody red gradually enhancing her toes. Despite all the time together, and the intense intimacy, I had not noticed until that moment that Rachel had exquisite feet. I realized that drawing men's eyes to them would let them travel up or down her firm young calves, pausing at the edge of the skirt, leaving them to try to glimpse the lacy stocking tops. From there, their imaginations would be the only limit. I grinned, thinking that not only the men would find Rachel intriguing.

She made a show of raising her foot up onto the edge of the bed, giving me a good view of leg and exposed thigh as she worked the stocking slowly over her toes and eased it up her foot. My hand travelled to my cock and I stroked myself as she eased the stockings up each calf. The slow strokes built my sexual excitement. The cock ring bit into my throbbing flesh, reminding me that tonight, I was there to serve.

"Stunt cock," Rachel giggled, as if reading my mind. She finished with the stockings, flashing me her naked pussy as she fastened the garters and then spun around, allowing me to see how the skirt teased, allowing the garters to flash into view and then vanish just above the hem. The rose pattern stocking tops ensured that eyes travelled down to Rachel's thighs even when she wasn't moving.




Who's Vanilla Now? Ch. 03



I hurried to dress as Rachel called a cab. "We'll pick up the car tomorrow," she said. "Then Sunday night, we should sleep in our own beds, so that Monday morning we can go back to our vanilla lives at work. None of this will have ever happened. We are just acting out a dream."

I doubted than even Rachel believed that. She might want to ignore how we had connected, or how our connection had unleashed hitherto unknown passions, but I understood that 'once you go kink, you can't go back'. In our workplace, there might be other opportunities to find kinky people, but I was happily contemplating sharing them with Rachel. Or sharing Rachel with them. Gwen's party would open up new dimensions for both of us. Some aspects, we might later explore separately, but sharing the experience, added to what we had already done, would strengthen our bonds. That thought made me chuckle at the image of 'bonds'.

"What are you thinking?" Rachel asked.

"Of you, tied spread-eagle on a rotating platform, which allows Gwen to move you from vertical to horizontal, as her friends feast on you first, and then make you eat them all."

"That would be fun if the women taste of your cum, and if the guy's cocks are well coated with fluids from tasty treats like Gwen or Monique."

Before I could reply, the cab arrived. Hugh, Frida and Kylie were all conveniently on duty and we passed each on our way out, seeing Frida first in the hallway. She remarked on Rachel's outfit, "You could get arrested dressed like that. But the cop would be so overcome with lust; he – or she - would never get you back to the station. You'd end up parked somewhere, fucking." 

The old maid boldly stepped up and stroked Rachel's naked pussy after letting her fingers trace the roses at the top of the stockings. Frida's other hand reached over to my crotch and petted my hard cock. "Is that a cock ring I feel?" she asked, looking at Rachel, not me. "I bet that Mitch will be a big hit at the party with that. You ought to tie him spread-eagle and let everyone suck that big dick until he screams for release, and then climb on top to catch the explosion."

Rachel just moaned in reply, her knees quaking at Frida's expert touch. Frida fondle us both in this alcove, screened off of the lobby just by a mirrored pillar, disregarding all risks. One part of my brain still functioned to worry about corrupting the morals of young children who might be in town with their families on a nice vacation. The reptile living at my brain stem won the debate, insisting, "Screw that. The little buggers need to learn sometime. And George Bush will sure as heck not let them learn in school or off TV."

I doubt anyone not specifically checking us out would have noticed anyway. The only movement was Frida pushing her fingers deeper up Rachel's cunt with one hand, and teasing my cock through my pants with the other. Even when Frida stood on tiptoes and mashed her lips aggressively against Rachel's, the act was reasonable from a distance - a maid, happy with her tip perhaps. Okay, the tongue wrestling might have been a clue, but you had to be up close to view Frida's pink snake writhing inside along Rachel's teeth.

I was pleased that Frida concentrated on Rachel, as the frustration that her stimulation was creating inside my pants, where I was constrained by the cock ring, was almost unbearable already. I leaned back against the pillar and watched Frida's hand make Rachel's tiny skirt ruffle as the old maid vigorously finger fucked my coworker turned lover.

"You have magic fingers," cooed Rachel as Frida worked. Rachel was now leaning back against the wall, needing support for her shaking knees. "I love how you know just how long to tease me to get me aroused, and then don't make me beg for your hot touch."

My own fingers casually cupped the growth inside my pants as Frida concentrated on Rachel. The older woman brazenly kissed her prey, disregarding shocked passersby. With the free hand which had earlier teased my cock, Frida toyed with Rachel's shoulders and then traced the slight curves of Rachel's athletic torso, stroking the skin all the way to her waist, then resting momentarily on her hip before working up Rachel's tummy, building anticipation, feeling the deliberate hushed breathing, before finally cupping Rachel's lust laden breasts, thumbing each excited nipple in turn.

I could smell Rachel's excitement growing as I saw the sheen flow down her thighs, peaking out of her short skirt, as Frida's fingers explored Rachel's sweetest depths. "You're making my clit throb," Rachel moaned as her cheeks flushed, warmed by Frida's breath and the thrill of the public fingering.

Frida kissed Rachel more intensely, silencing any further comments. Rachel's eyes were closed as she melted at Frida's touch. She spread her legs wider to steady her balance, now meowing like a kitten. Frida boldly lowered her lips to Rachel's swollen left nipple and nibbled it through the fabric. Rachel winced at this, but it pushed her past any resistance. Her thighs shut tightly around Frida's hand, her eyes shut. I sensed my partner in lust was orgasming even while Frida continued trying to fist her right there in the lobby.

For a moment it was like time stood still. There was silence, an absence of movement. Then Rachel opened her eyes and her thighs at once. Frida stepped back quietly, releasing Rachel's nipple and withdrawing her hand from Rachel's womb. Only then did it seem that we three breathed again, all starting with a deep sigh. Then Frida raised her hand to her mouth and dramatically made a show of licking Rachel's juices off of her palm. This released Rachel's tension, and she laughed from the belly, almost falling over. Anyone in the lobby who might have missed the sex show turned to look now. Frida picked that moment to offer me a taste of Rachel off of Frida's fingers.

Not to be outdone, however, Rachel grabbed Frida's arm just as I leaned down to lick a fingertip, and cleaned her own cream off the maid's hand, drawing each finger individually into her mouth, closing her lips around it, and rolling her tongue noticeably, puffing out her cheeks like a porn star sucking cock.

When Rachel finished, Frida said, "Now off you go children. Just be sure to be in bed by midnight," she chuckled. "That's what my dear old Mom used to say. Funny she never said just whose bed I was to be in."

Rachel barely had time to straighten her skirt when we encountered Hugh, just crossing the lobby after delivering some bags upstairs. He saw our burden of shopping bags and said. "If you'd called, I would have been happy to help you. It would be the least I could do for all the treats I received already."

"But what if all I asked you to do was carry Mitch's load?" Rachel replied. Hugh got a confused look on his face. She caressed my still swollen cock. "I put a cock ring on Mitch. His cream can't spurt and he'll not relax till it does. So his prick will just get stiffer and heavier as the day goes along. It's already heavy as a steamer trunk. Feel for yourself."

I felt my face flush as Hugh went beet red. Rachel continued speaking to him. "Oh, don't tell me that you're so vanilla that you're afraid to touch him. Typical man. When two gals touch it is sexy, but you are afraid of a silly label like 'gay'. It is not like I'm asking you to suck him off in broad daylight in a display window."

I don't know why I did it, but I instinctively reached down and cupped my balls and caressed my bulge, showing off my excitement. Despite himself, Hugh stared at me stroking my cock through my pants in the swanky hotel lobby.

His Adam's apple bobbed nervously in his throat. "This time of day, you might find families passing through the lobby. I could lose my job just standing here with you doing that."

"Is that why there is such a lump in your pants, then, Hugh?" asked Rachel. Although she was teasing the poor bellman, I knew that fear could add to sexual thrill. I also recognized that the game playing was getting Rachel aroused again. Sure enough, as I thought about her excitement, she wrapped her fingers around the edge of her skirt and lifted it slightly. "What would happen if some prude saw my garters, then, Hugh? And would you call the cops if I lifted the hem enough to show the world that I'm wearing no panties?"

Hugh was barely breathing now. Rachel's nipples were fully erect, almost piercing the silky blouse. She did not lift her skirt higher. Instead, she slid her hand up her inner thigh, just high enough to dip a finger tip into her nectar. As she had done to tease me while Frida had played with her, Rachel raised her finger to her lips and made a show of licking the dampness. This time she did it even more slowly than before, making sure that Hugh saw the moisture glistening there, and even dangling it under his nose, allowing him to appreciate the bouquet. Then she opened her lips minimally, resting the very tip of the finger nail on her bottom lip, her breathing the only sound as if the rest of the lobby had vanished and we three were alone.

Hugh and I stood breathlessly, her spell freezing us. The finger nail clicked against her perfect white bottom teeth as her tongue darted forward to sample the first bit of the flavour. She seemed to inhale the finger, but with measured languor. Rachel's eyes closed momentarily. For the first time in the lobby, she was not directly challenging her observers with her defiant stare. She was in a trance as she acted out this particular dance. Her tongue rolled completely around the soft flesh as half of her finger disappeared into her cheek and she closed her lips around it. We watched as the bulge in her cheek grew, and then shifted, up, down, around.

My cock strained within the constraining cock ring. I could not resist glancing down at Hugh's package, just in time to see that his hand was caressing a swollen lump in his pants, instinct overriding discretion as his reptile brain instructed his common sense to just ignore the fact we were almost in the middle of a hotel lobby.

Rachel giggled as she removed the finger from her mouth. She dipped it again into her honey pot. This time she offered it to Hugh, who greedily licked it clean with none of Rachel's slow exhibitionism. Rachel cupped Hugh's growing prick in her fingers, cupping his balls in her palm, rubbing him through the fabric of his pants.

"Make him come right here," I challenged.

"Do you mind, Hugh?" Rachel asked as she stepped closer. "I don't want you losing your job."

Hugh was unable to speak. His Adam's apple bobbed soundlessly in his throat as he gasped for air.

"I take that to mean it is okay," Rachel giggled again as she drew Hugh into a bear hug, kissing him passionately. I saw that her hips were frantically humping against his bulge. The movement pushed her skirt up in front. Although not much was visible with her groin locked against Hugh; anyone looking closely could see she was without panties. Her lips locked against Hugh's and I could see her tongue pushing past his teeth and make his cheeks bulge out from inside. Four hands clamped onto buttocks as they dry humped right there in the lobby. Hugh's big mitts lifted Rachel right off the floor, suspending her against his leg as their pelvises ground together.

"Good thing no kids are around just now," I thought to myself, slowly caressing my swollen cock through my pants. "Still, we don't want Hugh fired."

Then I saw a solution enter the lobby.

"Hey, there's Kylie. Why doesn't Hugh take her up to our room and relieve his excitement? It's paid for all night."

Just then, Rachel sighed through a mild orgasm and Hugh simultaneously let loose a grunt. Rachel slid off Hugh's leg. The stain spreading across Hugh's pants suggested that my idea was a little too late. Although Hugh might not get fired for humping in the lobby, he had already relieved his state of arousal. 

Rachel shook, like electricity was running from head to toe, and then straightened her clothes. "No sense acting all vanilla now," she giggled, stepping forward and taking Hugh's face between her hands. She gave him a sisterly peck on the lips and giggled girlishly again. "That was excellent. Was it good for you?"

This time, all three of us doubled over with gut busting laughter at the mock innocence she was displaying. We were still giggling when Kylie approached. 

"What's so funny?" she asked.

Hugh, Rachel and I looked at each other and another game of laughter broke loose. It was mind-boggling that this whorish waitress had missed Rachel's show. If Kylie was oblivious, then perhaps no one was complaining to management either. As I cogitated on the subject, Rachel again showed that she was, at least for now, more aggressive, sweeping Kylie into a tight hug, their nipples rubbing briskly as Rachel shoved her tongue deep into Kylie's throat.

"Rachel wants to gift you to Hugh here," I explained, "to spend the night in our hotel room. It's paid up anyway, and we're off to an all night party. We'll come back in the morning and give you a nice tip."

"I bet I know what sort of tip Kylie might prefer," Hugh said, grinning as he stared at the restrained bulge in my pants. "If you aren't too worn out by then. I'm guessing this party is spelled O- R-G-Y, unless I'm mistaken."

Kylie mumbled something, but she really needs to learn not to try and talk while her mouth is full. Both girls were running their fingers up under the other's short skirt, grabbing handfuls of ass, ignoring the passersby. I could smell Kylie's excitement as from the movement under her skirt; I deduced that Rachel was fingering her clit.

They leaned in together, cheeks touching. I enjoyed watching how Kylie's red curls seemed to soften Rachel's face. Though I knew Rachel was pretty, I decided at that instant to ask her to grow her hair out and that if she declined, I would buy her a curly wig for play time. There I was, thinking of the future again, when thus far, living in the moment was all I had with Rachel. But how could I not love a wanton slut prepared to kiss an Irish hooker waitress on a Saturday afternoon in broad daylight in the middle of the lobby of a crowded hotel?

'Love'. There it was. The dangerous word. Rachel and I were on such a run away roller coaster of a weekend that we had made it quite clear early on that this was all just good fun. No attachments. But life and love are never that simple. As I watched Rachel kissing Kylie, their tongues intertwining, cheeks bulging as hands cupped ripe young butts, I puzzled over whether love needed to be possessive, and whether possession required exclusion.

I was still deep in thought when Rachel broke the kiss and whispered to Kylie, loud enough that only I could hear, explaining about my cock ring.

"Well, if he only has one load left in him, you deserve a good one," Kylie laughed. 

"But it won't taste as good as you," Rachel teased, slipping her fingers up inside Kylie's skirt and then raising them up to her own mouth, licking the sheen clean. 

Not to be outdone, Kylie copied the gesture, though she at least gave a quick glance around the lobby to see who might be watching. Kylie also differed from Rachel's actions in that she wet two fingers but only licked one off. The second one she offered to me. I bent my head and sucked Kylie's offering deep into my mouth, rolling my tongue around to cleanse every speck of nectar. 

"Boy, pretty good tongue work for a guy. Not that any guy can eat pussy like a gal can. I agree, even his best load will never taste as a woman." Kylie sighed. "This is really no life to lead. As much as I love sex, I want to fuck for fun not profit. This job wears a girl out."

Rachel sighed in girly empathy, then said, "I doubt it's the fucking wearing you out because I've been fucking all weekend and I find it just rebuilds my energy more and more each orgasm. I think we girls are so much luckier than guys that way. So it must be the coercive nature of the needing to fuck for money."

"But I'm not legal in this country," Kylie explained, her Irish lilt more apparent. "I'm sort of a slave to my uncle."

"Well, first thing Monday, I want you to call my Dad. He's the best lawyer money can buy."

"But I have no money."

Rachel laughed. "Honey, you got what money can't buy. My Dad is even hornier than I am. I'm sure you can work out terms with him. Then come see Mitch. He can get you a company job."

"Company job? As in company whore?"

"Honey, other than my Dad, who I assure you will want to sleep with, your days of sex for money are over." Rachel laughed, pausing to pump her fist high up inside Kylie's skirt. "Though given how you love it, I think you'll still be popular in the sales force."

"But where will I live? I have no home, no money."

My cock throbbed, trying to burst out of the cock ring as I watched Kylie's face flushing with excitement. Rachel's nipples, visible in the see through shirt, betrayed her arousal.

"With me, of course," Rachel replied, "as long as you want to."

Kylie leaned forward, giving Rachel a deep long lingering kiss, totally inappropriate for a hotel lobby, wrapping her new saviour in a bear hug. All the while, Rachel fist fucked Kylie, whose breathing soon became panting, until she screamed so loudly that the entire hotel looked at us. She stepped out of the clench with Rachel, straightened her skirt sweetly, and curtsied.

Security was headed over. "Don't bother, I'm leaving. For good." Kylie smiled at the burly men. She then turned to us again. "I guess poor Hugh will have to find another toy."

Rachel pressed her Daddy's business card into Kylie's hand as the Irish lass skipped off, two mismatched security guys in pursuit, looking inevitably like "big dog/ little dog" from the cartoons, and almost as effective.

Finally we exited the hotel's main door. We had decided to leave our car here, so we did not need to worry about driving after the party. As a cab slid up, Rachel intertwined her fingers with mine and leaned close, our arms brushing. The electricity created by her downy hair on the forearm sent a shiver through my spine. The base of my backbone happened to end at the root of my cock, so the current ran up that shaft, leaving my tip humming. I instinctively brushed my free hand across my crotch, stroking my protesting member through the fabric.

Rachel chuckled. "Now we're both horny and frustrated. Kylie had to run before I really got off. If I ask you nicely, will you finish me in the cab?"

"Maybe I should make you save it for Gwen's party."

This time, Rachel doubled over with laughter. "Men. You are such pathetic creatures. Inferior because you come so easily and so seldom compared to women. But so desperate to pretend you are superior."

It was difficult at this stage for me to tell if Rachel was teasing. Besides, I was distracted by watching the cabbie taking in Rachel's erect nipples, plainly displayed through her shirt. It isn't often these days a taxi driver gets out of his seat, slowly rounds the cab, and holds the door open for a lady.

As she got into the cab, Rachel turned towards me and grinned, giving me a dramatic wink. Now I was truly confused. I had no clue whether the wink referred to her anti-male tirade, or the vamping of the cabbie. My contemplation was interrupted further as Rachel reached down as if to smooth her skirt as she sat, but it was of course too short to need that. Instead, her action merely directed all eyes towards her dewy thighs. Accented by the fancy stockings and glowing with the sexual excitement created by Kylie, Hugh and Frida. 

Rachel's hand ran up the back of her right leg, cupping the curve just below the hem of the skirt. For just a split second, she bunched up the skirt, teasing the cabbie with the knowledge that his sexy fare wore no underwear.




Who's Vanilla Now? Ch. 04



Though Gwen's place looked like a modest suburban ranch house from outside, the inside was more Las Vegas than Grand Rapids. Monique was waiting inside the door, dressed like a hat check girl, though none of us had hats to check, and she was more undressed than dressed. Her sheer black stockings were attached to matching garters, but there was no skirt over the garters, and no panties below. Instead, she had a bunny tail glued to her rump, where the small of her back curved into the twin rounds of buttocks. She suggested her role with paper French cuffs, and a wing collar, but wore no shirt. Her lovely nipples stood proud, the clamps on them attached by thin silver chains to a larger chain that encircled her waist. She was grinning happily. "Rachel," she screamed girlishly, bouncing on her high heels. All the men instantly stiffened watching her pert breasts wobbling. 

The two young women hugged passionately, hands quickly caressing backs and then cupping buttocks with friendly arousal. They kissed deeply, at the same time appearing oblivious to the onlookers, while clearly enjoying putting on the show. Gwen put her own hands on each girl's neck, nudging them even more tightly together, until their nipples were rubbing against the other.

Gwen swiftly stripped Rachel's loose clothing free, forcing Rachel to writhe against Monique as the bits were manipulated. The two girls were moaning intensely, and our little group in the foyer seemed tighter packed than half a dozen bodies could be. From several inches away, I could feel the heat radiating off Hannah's skin as her hand explored her nipples instinctively while she watched the reunion of Rachel and Monique. 

I kept one eye on the show in front of me as movement drew my attention to action off to one side. Ralph nudged Alice, who reacted by slipping a loving arm around her husband's chubby waist. Despite the love handles, she was easily able to slip her hand along his hip and stroke his cock with practiced affection. Ralph then leaned to her ear and whispered words that I could not hear. Alice smiled and nodded. Then she shifted over just a tad and slipped her left arm around Hannah's waist, easing the young woman's hip snug against her own. Hannah began to rock slowly, flesh rubbing against Alice, emulating the erotic dance of Rachel and Monique.

Gwen now leaned in, bringing her face tight to Rachel's cheek. I could barely see Gwen's tiny pink tongue dart between her lips as she kissed first Rachel and then Monique on the cheek, as close to a three way kiss as imaginable without the first kiss being interrupted.

My attention focused next on Gwen's fingers easing under Rachel, and teasing her ass cheeks wider apart. I imagined that I could actually see Rachel's tiny anus vibrating, though in reality Gwen's hand hid it from my view. As Gwen's finger probed deeper, Rachel moaned loudly enough that it was not quite muffled by the kiss. She arched upwards, lifting on her toes, pressing her rump against Gwen's hand. Soon, she was trembling as Gwen worked into Rachel's anus, first with one finger and then a second. 

Beside and behind me, I heard the murmuring of clothing being discarded and sex starting. Someone's hand caressed my ringed cock, which I had never put back in my pants, but I still stared at the three women sharing their erotic hug.

Gwen turned to the guy who had attended her on the porch. She took his long slim penis in her hand and gave it a single stroke. "Oh, Jesus," he moaned, tossing his head back as precum was already leaking from the tip. Gwen smoothed the wetness down his shaft.

"Father Sweet," Hannah gasped, "is that you? I didn't recognize you without your collar on." She paused and laughed, with a tune like a songbird. "Or shall I say with a different sort of collar?"

"Hush, child, here we worship in a different manner the divine secrets of the female form, in all God's mystery one of his most seductive inventions."

"All those boring Sundays in church, I used to sit in my pew with my parents, wondering if all the rituals gave you a woodie, and if you wore underwear under your robe. If I had known that you had such a nice looking cock, I would have wanted to suck it so badly I would have left wet marks on the bench."

"Well, God is my master and Jesus is his son, but Gwen is my Mistress. I am fortunate however, that she does let me sample the choir regularly and the occasional parishioner, since she always likes new recruits for her parties."

"My Mom sang in your choir."

"And was very talented, in more ways than just singing."

The priest's cock was throbbing in Gwen's hand as he spoke. She released it and returned her attentions to Monique and Rachel, kissing first one and then the other as they shifted to allow them each to explore the other's pussy with gentle finger motions. 

Father Sweet cupped the base of his shaft and hefted his balls. "You may kiss this if you wish, Hannah."

"To Hell with Hannah, I want Ralph to kiss it," Alice growled.

"What? Where is that coming from?" her husband replied. 

"Hannah's been sucking enough cock. I came here to get my pussy stuffed and so did Hannah. You've come already. While you are recovering, if you want to watch, you ought to play along."

Ralph rolled his eyes. Hannah giggled girlishly, covering her mouth before joining in. "Alice has a point, Ralph. You got off on her eating me, so turn about ought to be fair play. Why is it fair that guys can expect women to perform for there entertainment, but not return the favour?"

"Kiss one cock, you're a fag," Ralph muttered in a sheepish tone, his shoulders hunched and eyes cast down to the floor, definitely not looking at Father Sweet's bobbling erection.

"Well, if it's performing to please the gals, it's not really queer." I was shocked to realize that it was my voice saying those words. Before thinking further I stepped forward and dropped to my knees. I raised Sweet's organ in my hand and gently kissed the tip. My tongue automatically flicked across and into his slit, tasting his salty precum. I looked to the side to ask Rachel "who's vanilla now?", but she was sliding down the hall arm in arm with Monique. I was at least temporarily no longer her focus. 

The hand which had been stroking my cock had even vanished. Out of habit, I reached down and stroked my own shaft, but discovered that this increased the ache in my balls and made my slit painfully gape open and shut.

I tentatively ran my tongue under and around the rim of Father Sweet's meat, wondering how many licks before I was being too gay. Alice stepped over and slipping her hand up under his balls. This caused the whole head to pop unexpectedly into my mouth and I reflexively bobbed up and down the shaft twice.

Fortunately, Alice rescued me, dragging her fist up Father Sweet's rod and falling to her knees to nudge me aside. "Let me show you how," she said, and began vigorously deep throating him, drawing her head back like a porn star to spit saliva onto the head. "Proper lube is essential," she pointed out. She then drew a figure eight design around and under the head of his cock. I quickly realized that although she was speaking to me, her real audience was her husband and their sexy young neighbour, who she seemed to view as a rival. Having watched Hannah blow Ralph in the street, I thought she really needed no lessons, so I assumed that this was more for the husband's benefit - sort of an 'I know tricks I've never shown you' declaration. 

If that was Alice' intention, she was off target. The intense eroticism of her detailed attention to the priest's erection simply heated the room beyond belief. To this point, Gwen had been distracted from her hostessing by Rachel and Monique. Now, she finally noticed Hannah's beauty. As I stood, Gwen was grinning and trying to make eye contact with the young neighbour. Hannah however was fixated watching the blowjob in progress. No matter what her own talents might be as demonstrated in the roadway, she was obviously still a novice at watching an experienced mature artist at work. Gwen sighed in frustration.

Never shy, our hostess boldly stepped in between Hannah and the show. Hannah pouted for a second until Gwen closed the distance between them, placing her hand behind Hannah's neck, drawing the younger girl to her lips for a tongue twisting kiss. Hannah lifted her hands from her sides, but they just hung in the air, as if she was uncertain what she should do with them. 

Gwen had no such hesitancy. She caressed Hannah's hair with one hand as she shifted her head, coming up for air and licking along the young woman's cheek until she nibbled an ear lobe. As she grazed, her hands worked down Hannah's back and sides, slowly moving down, then pausing, then teasingly moving back up, occasionally darting around to touch the fleshy sides of the athlete's firm young tits.

I slumped against one wall and Ralph watched from the other side of the foyer as Gwen fingered the bumps along Hannah's spine, dipping just to the small of her back, massaging the hollow at the base of her spine with extra care. Hannah moaned, purring like a pussy cat, raising on her tiptoes and wriggling while Gwen traced ever diminishing circles around this spot. The younger woman's thigh slowly humped Gwen's leg while Gwen allowed her other hand to finally follow the curve of Hannah's butt, barely touching the skin as she eased down to the bottom of the lower cleavage, only then applying enough pressure to pry the buttocks apart, and nudging Hannah into spreading her legs further.

Across the tiny room, Ralph stared slack jawed at the display - two neighbours who no doubt had been the object of many fantasies over the years, allowing him to watch a classic guy dream at close quarters. His hand of course started out cupping his balls, his swollen soft cock slack in his palm. As he watched, he began stroking himself. A tiny line of drool dripped off of his chin. He reached up and rubbed the spit onto his thumb and then returned to caressing his growing meat.

Hannah continued humping away against Gwen's leg as the older woman again returned her lips to Hannah's, pressing mouths together fiercely. My eyes were assaulted by a thousand little details as I felt drunk on their passion. I didn't know whether to focus on how their teeth glistened in the seconds when I could see them or the friction between their nipples, Gwen's more aggressive nubs pushing Hannah's into the flesh of the youngster's breasts, and then as they moved, allowing them to pop free briefly, while still rubbing along the borders . I tried to figure a way to stick my mouth into that space, but decided it was just too tight.

None of this was doing my aching cock much good. I again wondered about the need for the cock ring, and almost asked Gwen for permission to remove it. I sensed however that she would know that I would come almost immediately after removing it and that she or one of her chums ought to get the benefit of my fully inspired fucking first.

I turned to see how Alice was reacting to the Sapphic sex play, and not just a bit wondering whether my rigidity and her sloppy wet cunt might be a fit. I should have known better though. Any residual reluctance she had about fucking Father Sweet had melted away in the last few minutes. They had wandered ten feet ahead into the living room, where the holy man had Alice bent over a hassock, her ample ass lifted into the air. 

"Don't fuck my ass, please," Alice begged. "I'll be a slut for you as long as you don't do that."

Father Sweet chuckled, running his fingers down her slit to lubricate her entire pussy and also her ass crack. She was so sloppy wet that he was able to take a palm full of fluids and bathe his own erection with them. Alice moaned loudly enough that Ralph was alerted to the fact that his wife was about to get pounded by a strange cock right in front of his eyes. This seemed to excite him even more than Hannah and Gwen, as his hand flew faster along his shaft. 

Gwen also was distracted by the chatter and broke off her kiss. She saw Ralph stroking and said. "You'll get friction burns doing that without lube. Here, let us help." 

She dipped two fingers into Hannah's snatch, driving them deeply into the lass until Hannah buckled slightly at the knees, moaning. Gwen smiled and kissed Hannah briefly before turning and removing her hand, which glistened with nectar. She then dribbled that along the length of Ralph's erection. She stood in the middle of the entrance hall, one hand buried between Hannah's thighs and the other kneading Ralph's erection. "I think it's time you got some pussy wrapped around this cock, Ralph," Gwen said.

She then tugged her two playmates closer together until the tip of Ralph's bobbing meat nudged gently along Hannah's hip. The two neighbours instinctively reached out to each other and held hands tentatively like high schoolers on a blind date. I watched Ralph's eyes dart over towards Alice, perhaps searching for approval, or fearing censure.

Alice was too busy to notice. She was still bent over the ottoman. Her eyes were glassy, glazed over as she stared up at the ceiling, transported to another world by the effect of Father Sweet's dick drilling into her slick cunt from behind. Ralph licked his lips hungrily as we all admired the shiny pole pounding his wife, her wide hips securely grasped by the priest who was levering against them, pulling her back onto him and pounding forward in counterpoint rhythm.

Hannah made the next move, turning to face Ralph and calmly raising her hand to his chin. She turned his head so that he was facing her at close range. "I'm right here. Pretend that they are in another place. One that we can only visit by fucking as hard as they are."

"But what if after fucking you he doesn't care?" Alice said, finally responding to Ralph's own fears. She tried a tad too hard to make it sound like a joke. She obviously was still uncertain about the effect all of this might have long term on her marriage. From the way her fingers were flying across her clit as her hips rammed back against the guy she was fucking, though, long term was not her immediate priority. I briefly considered stuffing my hard cock into her mouth as an answer, but realized that the absence of ooze might just frustrate both of us. 

Gwen's party was magical. Just as I thought Alice needed a cock in her mouth, a young blond stud wandered out to the living room carrying an empty martini pitcher. Gwen apparently was of the same mind as me. She took the pitcher, kissed the man on his lips and then rimmed his half erect glistening cock with her tongue. "Why don't you get Alice to clean that for me while I fill this up?"

"Which is Alice?" he replied. 

Gwen steered him by taking his rapidly refilling organ in her hand and guiding it to the correct mouth. Alice opened wide instinctively and he thrust his meat deep into her throat.

This removed any possibility that she could protest about anything Ralph might do. From my perspective, despite her folds of wobbly middle aged flesh, the sight of her bouncing between two strong lances almost made my restrained cock burst back through my balls.

Gwen was mixing martinis but her eyes were also flitting from the threesome in the living room to the duo in the foyer. Hannah finally overcame her hesitancy and recognized that Ralph would not be aggressive, but also was unlikely to have the will to refuse. She drew Ralph's mouth to her lips, pushing her tongue past his teeth. His hands flapped awkwardly in the air just for a moment before settling on her taut buttocks. This made Hannah mew like a kitten, though the sound was muffled by their duelling tongues.

Glancing back at the Alice group, I finally recognized that the blond man was one of the foursome from the other room in the hotel. He had been sucking the black guy's cock. My organ bobbled on its own in reaction to my recalling this image. I wrapped my hand around my shaft, toying with it, eyes roving from one side to the other, wondering whether I ought to ask him to suck me, since his mouth was free anyway. If Rachel was here, and knew I was hesitant, I knew she'd say "who's vanilla now?"

A blow job though sort of defeated the purpose of the cock ring, and likely just would add to my discomfort. As I pondered this, I refocused on Ralph and Hannah. Now that he had gotten over the thrill of his incredible luck at finally fucking this nubile neighbour, and his fear of spousal distain, he wasted no time. He used his strong hands to palm Hannah's ass and lifted her off the floor, never breaking their kiss. He planted her on his erect cock, sliding the pole into her wet waiting pussy as he lowered her. They turned slightly as they fucked, her legs locking behind his knees. He gently pressed her shoulders back against a wall, so that he was not holding her weight. This also allowed her to lever up and down his rod as he pistoned into her, withdrawing until I could see the fat pink tip of his cock resting inside her swollen red labia, and then sinking the shaft in a single hard thrust, and then repeating. 

His thrusts crushed her tits against her ribs. The sight of her young nipples quivering in the gap between their chests, and then pressing against his hairy torso, made my balls hum. Soon a steady "thump" resounded each time she smacked back against the drywall. Her hands started out playing with his hair, but quickly ran down his back to grip his ass, encouraging him to shove harder into her cunt, each stroke more forceful than the prior one. Since he had cum not long ago, this promised to be anything but a brief fucking. 

Gwen now had a pitcher of martinis ready. She walked over close to the blond fellow and asked, "Markus, shall I take these to the others?"

He grunted his response. Gwen looked across to me. Her eyes travelled from my face down my body. She smiled as she stared at my urgent erection and then looked me in the eye before speaking. "Mitch, do you mind bringing the tray?"

This promised the possibility that I might find a warm wet cunt in need of fucking by my aching weapon, which in turn might allow the cock ring to be removed, and relief of my discomfort. I was also curious what Rachel and Monique had gotten up to. Despite having watched them at the boutique, I figured that two such inventive and perverse vixens would always be entertaining.

Before we got to find out what Rachel had gotten up to, however, Gwen steered me through the kitchen to the basement. "Taking me to the dungeon?" I asked, trying hard to keep my tone light.

"I'm not nearly the bondage queen you think I am," Gwen replied. "No medieval torture racks, no thumb screws. Not even a professional video operation filming damsels chained to revolving platforms.

"Not even kinky uses for power tools?"

"Been watching too much late night television, fantasizing about the promo girls on paid programming?"

It was a bit chilly in Gwen's basement. I expected, despite her banter, that any second I might feel a whip flicking across my nipples, or something unpleasant revolving up my ass. If Markus had come here from the hotel, I imagined his three chums likely were nearby as well. Was I about to be served up like a tasty morsel?

Gwen giggled and playfully tugged at my erection. "Well, at least the uncertainty hasn't dimmed your enthusiasm. That's a very good sign."

"I doubt that I could lose my erection with this cock ring straining against the swelling."

Gwen chuckled from deep in her throat and tickled my balls. She then dropped to her knees and drew one testicle slowly into her mouth, wrapping her tongue around the loose skin. She sucked on each of my balls while a juggled the tray, trying mot to spill the drinks despite the unique mixture of pain and pleasure Gwen was inflicting upon me. 




Who's Vanilla Now? Ch. 04



As we stood there- well, I stood, Gwen was on her knees- a woman walked out of the shadows and poured herself a martini. Despite the fact that she was wearing a Vanessa's Cupboard style bustier, garters and stockings set, plus a masquerade mask, and the highest stiletto heels I had ever seen, I recognized her as Markus' blonde friend from the hotel.

"I'm Mitch."

"Thanks for the drink, Mitch, I am Sasha," she said with a very thick European accent. "Did you see my husband, Markus? I left him upstairs screwing Gwen. Since she is down her here with you, I wondered what he is up to."

"Thinking it is your turn with him?" I asked as Gwen's tongue flicked at the root of my shaft. 

"Oh. No, we want variety at Gwen's. We screw like – how you say? - bunny wombats at home, but on the road, we fuck others."

"I think you mean bunny rabbits dear. I saw you at the hotel, and you fucked each other."

"Only in the group, though, and not as the first pairing. If you were to take me to a bedroom and tie me up, after I take your load in my ass, I would let Markus lick it clean, then fuck my pussy." Sasha giggled. "But I'd probably want Gwen to sit on my face while he did it."

"As long as you don't expect me to fuck his ass."

"I am sorry. English is not my first language. I am not sure about 'expect'. You can fuck his ass if you want. Markus is a good boy, well trained." Sasha shrugged, frowning as she searched for words. "But you do not must fuck his ass. Only if you want to."

Gwen laughed, a little forced, filling the long pause. "Anyway, Mitch, if you pumped a load up Sasha's ass you might need to rest for a while."

Gwen punctuated her comment with a sudden slap across my ass, which came totally out of context. The absence of warning made the sting linger longer. The martinis jiggled on my tray, but I didn't spill a drop. I sensed Gwen watching to see if I had spilled, guessing that even one drop might get further punishment. Maybe even one spank for each drop.

Sasha giggled again, covering her mouth daintily. "Gwen likes training men I think," she said as she retained her composure. Then Gwen swatted her even more forcefully.

"I'm an equal opportunity spanker," Gwen joked.

Sasha boldly tried swatting Gwen's ass, but our hostess twisted out of the way, and gave Sasha a reproving slap on the face. The sound echoed. This seemed more serious and less playful that before. 

Sasha raised a hand back, but Gwen moved as swiftly as a cat, catching it in mid air. She twisted Sasha's arm behind her back and spun her around, pressing her against a wall. Suddenly, as Gwen pressed her body flush against Sasha's back, the mood returned to play. Sasha thrust backwards, flexing her reddened butt against Gwen's groin, massing Gwen's tits into her back.

Gwen twisted Sasha's head and nibbled an earlobe, drawing a spot of blood. Sasha sighed and thrashed about, enjoying the pain.

"That just presses you more against the wall, love," said Gwen, "How does it feel against your nipples?"

Sasha only moaned in response, pushing back harder. This allowed Gwen to snake her hands around Sasha. One palm cupped an aching breast as the other immediately spread her wet labia, invading past her slit and starting to fuck her as if Gwen's fingers were a hard cock. I could hear how wet Sasha was as Gwen made her all squishy. Soon, the scent of the honey flowing down her thighs reached my nose. My poor cock was ready to explode. I finally decided to do something about it.

"Hey," I said, causing their heads to turn. All the while however their fingers continued probing, their pussies kept humping together. "Who am I saving this fresh load of sperm for?"

"Grammar, grammar," said Gwen, smiling. "In my day job, I teach elementary school."

"Oh, corrupting young hormonal adolescents?" moaned Sasha.

"Hardly. Though I have slipped party invites to a few select people I meet at parent teacher nights."

"How about an answer to my question?"

Gwen chuckled. "Too early to tell, Mitch. I think we should save you for dessert."

It felt like more than my heart was stuck in my throat as I tried to swallow back my frustration. Sasha giggled briefly, but quickly was groaning in response to Gwen's expert touching. Gwen then resumed kissing Sasha, tongues twisting, as if Gwen was swallowing the orgasm through oral transfer. I watched as Sasha's entire body sagged back against the wall, the ebb of her climax leaving her weak in the knees.

Gwen continued pressing up against Sasha as if supporting her lover of the moment. "Mitch, the first aid, quickly," Gwen called, reaching back as I stepped forward. She grabbed a martini off my tray and held it to Sasha's lips. The blonde lapped greedily away. After a moment, she and Gwen were trading sips out of opposite rims of the glass, and it seemed like I was forgotten.

I pondered a moment whether Gwen would prefer me to stay and watch or wander off in search of thirsty souls. After noting my interest in what Gwen wanted trumping my own urges, I sat down on a handy sofa and enjoyed our hostess ravaging a blonde built in such an interesting contrast. Both women. Both blonde. Both white. But Gwen was all tigress, no fat on her bones, lean and sleek and deadly. Sasha was, as my chums say, 'built for comfort'. Gwen was 'built for speed'. They defined opposing archetypes of sensuality. With Gwen as the aggressor, it was as if her more masculine athleticism was devouring the femininity of Sasha. In recent decades, Gwen's style was what Hollywood trumpeted as the ideal, yet I found myself wishing I could be her, rather than fuck her. I wanted to be the one kissing Sasha. I wanted my teeth to pull on that plush lower lip, my chest to roughly press into her anole bosom, my thighs pressing her harder and harder as we bumped against the wall. Of course, my cock would do a better job of probing the wetness of her cunt than Gwen was equipped to perform. 

That last thought hung in my brain a while, as I watched Gwen working Sasha, using her hands as well as her body to fuck without either a cock of a dildo. Perhaps I was wrong. Maybe for Sasha, penetration was not required. Maybe not even essential to the best fuck possible. I suspected that is why she was moaning, "Cripes, Gwen, this is the best orgasm everrrr," just after our hostess pressed her lips tightly to Sasha's, thrusting her tongue so forcefully that I could see Sasha's cheek bulging.

Shudders shook Sasha's body as she came in what looked like a long string of climaxes piling one after the other, building intensity. Gwen simply did not stop fondling Sasha, and continued thrusting into her, bumping her up against the wall with increasing fervour.

Finally, Gwen backed off just a little. Her thigh still pinned Sasha to the wall, but Gwen lowered her head, burying her ace into the deep valley between Sasha's huge breasts. Once again, I wondered if my whiskers might add to Sasha's pleasure, but Gwen seemed to do fine, alternating between nibbling flesh and kissing. "Yes, suck me right there," Sasha moaned, and then she brought her arms up, holding Gwen's head in place, squirming and screaming, "I wish this could last forever."

Gwen took advantage of the gap created between the two bodies and, without totally abandoning thigh to thigh contact, eased her hand in between their loins. I shifted slightly, but was still not sure whether I was seeing or imagining Gwen's delicate finger tips teasing Sasha's swollen nether lips, softly caressing slowly, prolonging the experience. Sasha responded by humping out from the wall more vigourously, wriggling her hips, as if her cunt wanted to swallow Gwen's whole hand in one gulp. With each thrust, more of Gwen's fingers penetrated Sasha's womb. Then Sasha would slump back, pushed by the combined strength on Gwen's fist and thigh fighting against the increased energy. The thumping would have woken the neighbours, except the neighbours were likely all upstairs fucking.

Gwen worked up from Sasha's tits, slowly standing straight again. She ran her tongue along from the tip of Sasha's left nipple up the quivering jelly of Sasha's tit. Never releasing contact, Gwen flattened her tongue and licked up Sasha's chest, while still thrusting firm fingers deep into Sasha, who was now grunting. 

At the little notch where Sasha's collarbones joined, Gwen paused and ran her tongue in circles. Her fingers mimicked this motion, rotating into Sasha's cunt. I couldn't resist touching the aching tip of my cock as Gwen kissed along out to the point of Sasha's left shoulder. The squishy sound changed slightly and I twisted around on the couch, my head dangling down so that I could peep up between the four legs and just make out that Gwen had added her thumb to the action, using it to flick Sasha's clit with bold upstrokes, as she continued using the rest of her fingers as a fleshy dildo. Sasha's knees were quivering as her breath came out in a gasping pant.

"Had enough? Are you a little pussy that just needs a little loving?" Gwen growled her lips close to Sasha's ear.

"This is not loving," Sasha spat back, "this is fucking, and I want more fucking. Fuck me until it hurts, bitch."

Gwen bit Sasha's earlobe, holding and tugging it in her teeth. "Like this?" she asked, releasing the aching flesh and then licking down Sasha's throat. 

Sasha just moaned. I sat back up just as Gwen nibbled the side of her victim's neck. This combined with a baby finger circled up under Sasha's butt to probe her anus forced a final screaming orgasm out of Sasha's, who slumped exhausted against the wall. "No more, no more," she begged, but none of us thought she meant it. 

Sasha's flesh reddened as Gwen kept chewing away, her teeth glistening with saliva; her tongue caressing the growing bruise. "Oops," Gwen giggled, "I hope you don't mind a mark"

The reply was a loud moan. Sasha's legs were wobbling while another orgasm shook her body. Gwen kept pistoning her fist deep into Sasha, pushing her back against the wall. She twisted her head and looked at me as if having forgotten I was watching. "This is how you really fuck, isn't it Mitch?"

"Well, maybe in church on Sunday you have to be a little more quiet," I replied, still torturing myself by toying with my cock, "so you don't wake up the rest of the parishioners."

This struck Sasha as funnier than it really was and she would have collapsed in a puddle of giggles, except her shaking simply encouraged Gwen to fuck her harder. 

My attention was then distracted by laughter in a higher key. I swiveled and saw Rachel standing in the doorway, holding hands with Monique. Both were glowing and grinning. Rachel squeezed Monique's taut young butt as they cheered on the fucking in front of us. I sat up and waved at them to join me on the sofa.

Rachel, who was grinning more like a tigress than a pussy cat, plopped her gorgeous naked ass beside me. She took a martini off my tray and sipped slowly, savouring the sweet treat on he tired tongue. With a sigh, she sank back into the plush seatback. I enjoyed the warmth of her now familiar thigh pressed against mine. Her hands went to work loosening my clothing. "No fair, everyone else is naked."

"True, but at least his best part is sticking out," laughed Monique, falling to her knees. She helped Rachel by tugging my pants to my ankles; giving my aching cock a playful flick with her tongue at the precise moment she needed me to elevate my ass. The rest of my clothes followed quickly. Meanwhile, others wandered into this open concept play area in the basement. Several paused to watch Monique teasing me with her tongue while they grabbed a cocktail. Soon I was as naked as rest of Gwen's party friends. More naked actually than most. Despite Rachel's comment, most of the folks wore some item, even if only a collar, a cape or a mask 

I recognized the other two strangers who had shared the hotel room with Sasha and Markus. Hannah's Mom was also there. I had not realized she had followed us in from the street. Her presence surprised me slightly as I thought she was pretty much exhausted by her earlier efforts. The phrase 'all fucked out' came to mind as I saw how wet and tousled she remained. Her knees still displayed the grass stains from her outdoor fucking. I hadn't even realized that she had joined the crowd flowing in to Gwen's party.

"Where have you been...?" I started asking, and then realized that I didn't know her name. Though neither did several of the guys outside who had fucked her. 

"Hi, I'm Ruth, Hannah's mom, "she replied. Since I was staring right at her gnarled brown nipples, it was clear to whom I was speaking. I sat staring for minute, inspecting the way her nubs resembled Hershey's Kisses, but as if someone had ruffled them with fine sandpaper. My trance was broken by the feeling of a hand wrapping itself around my tortured cock, and then the warmth of breath and the dampness of a tongue. I looked down and saw that Monique had fallen to her knees and was busily teasing me.

Ruth spoke again as Monique played me like a flesh flute. "I was in the back bedroom with Markus's chums. Ilsa and Cedric licked me clean." She followed my eyes down to her knees. "Okay, I guess they didn't eat their veggies. But at least I don't have rug burns. Have you seen Hannah?"

Rachel replied, "We've been busy in a back room ourselves."

I supplied the answer, as Ruth and Rachel locked eyes on each other's boobs. "Last I saw Hannah; she was bent over a stool taking Markus from behind."

"That's my girl," Ruth chuckled, "though I guess she never realized her slutty instincts were hereditary."

"She seems to have a little more boob to her, but your nipples look like the tastiest I've seen all weekend," Rachel replied.

Gwen seemed unconcerned about Rachel's blundering accidental insult, but then Gwen was busy licking Sasha's nipples, so jealousy was no factor for her.

"Rachel has tasted more than just a few," I added. 

I looked down and saw a little pout on Monique's lips as she paused in her attentions to my pole. Rachel's fickle race through adventures was about to leave another lover in her wake. I suddenly appreciated just how lucky I was to still be hanging on to my ticket to ride. I reached down and placated Monique by tugging on her left nipple, gently at first and then twisting as I pulled it more intently away from her flesh. 

The pout vanished as Monique retaliated by nipping the sensitive skin below the tip of my cock. This caused my hips to jump off the couch. The cock ring was not just making my balls heavy. Every sensation was magnified. I again wondered just who I would end up fucking, or at least, who I might fuck first, and how soon. 

First, however, Gwen broke away from the satiated Sasha. Leaving her playmate to slump exhausted to the floor. Turning back, Gwen saw me as if I had been forgotten entirely. She really had been in another world.

"Mitch, why are you resting there with a half full tray? Monique, let our boy toy loose a moment so he can deliver the rest of the martinis to a few more thirsty souls."

Gwen did not wait for Monique to move, grabbing my arm and hauling me up off the couch so fast that my cock was wrenched harshly out of Monique's fist, her teeth grazing the tip painfully. 

I picked up the tray and followed as Gwen led me through a soundproof door onto the next room.

Visions of a medieval torture chamber in a suburban basement were quickly dispelled by the simple classic rec room décor – billiards table, dart board, plasma TV, and exercise bike. Even the classic hard core film on the wide screen was tame by Gwen's standards- the vintage flick 'Misty Beethoven'. 

The equipment was being used in anything but a vanilla manner however. A barely legal looking redhead who I had never seen before was sprawled across the felt of the pool table as two middle aged gents took turns aiming shots at her crotch. She giggled as a ball caromed off her quivering thigh, the breeze ruffling her dense mat of pubic hair. One of the players casually stroked her breast as he awaited his turn. She lifted her head slightly and licked the tip of his semi-erect cock.

"I hope you get hard again soon, Principal Morris," she said. "I would hate to have to wait till school on Monday to feel that hard cock up my wet pussy again."

She reached down and parted her nest, exposing a gaping wide wet slit, her eraser sized clit standing at attention. The next shot struck directly between her legs, with enough momentum that it bounced up along the wet trail, scoring a direct hit on her clit. 

"Ouch, Dad, that tickles," the girl gasped.

"Then how doers this feel?" he replied, reaching his cue up to nudge her clit. 

"It could feel better," she said as her hips rose off the table. She grabbed the stick, dragging it towards her pussy and humping in like a long thin dildo.

"Always invite the immediate neighbours," Gwen explained as she stepped to my side. Her fist curled around my cock, stroking it. "The incest doesn't bug you?" 

"After what I've seen and done this weekend, I feel like Alice through the looking glass."

"So am I the Red Queen, about to chop your cock off if you don't offer the principal a drink?"

Gwen emphasized her order with a swat across my naked but which was just a touch too forceful to just be playful. I hustled over to the table and offered both men a martini, which they gratefully accepted. They paused their play as the sipped their drinks. The gal on the table sighed and reached over to stroke my cock. "Is this one open for anyone, Gwen?" she asked, raking her teeth along the ridge of the shaft and rolling my balls with her tongue. 

."I have plans for Mitch, Sarah darling," Gwen answered, sneaking up behind me and caressing my anus with a razor sharp finger nail. The shivers ran right up my spine. Sarah giggled as my erection bobbled up striking her nose. 

"Well, I guess duty calls." She said, lying back down to allow the mock pool contest to continue. 

Gwen touched my shoulder and steered me over to the darts game. This contest was not explicitly sexually modified, though two middle aged women were rewarding good shots by fluffing the naked players' cocks. As I served the drinks, one player suggested to the darker smaller woman. "Hey, Abby, how about this time if I hit a double you kiss Mabel?"

"Sure, Cliff," Abby replied, "you'll never make it."

He made his shot, and the blonde woman bent over to receive a deep throat smooch from her friend. Along with the kiss, hands roamed over naked boobs, and slid down backs. Suddenly the pair of women locked together in a clench, gripping each other's backsides, pussies pressed close together, rubbing away. They pulled their thighs apart without breaking their kiss, just long enough to slide fingers into slits. The one called Mabel had three fingers inside the Abby's cunt, fist fucking her while her partner more delicately stroked at her clit, and then slid a finger around to toy with both Mabel's holes at once.

As they thumped noisily against the wall, Cliff added himself to the tangle. First he rubbed his paws up and down the flanks of both women, caressing them with increasing boldness. As they writhed, he quietly started working around their breasts, massaging and then kneading the flesh. I noticed that his cock, which had been semi flaccid to begin with, was stiffening, and the tip was knocking up against Abby's backside. She rotated her hips against him and broke the kiss with Mabel to let out a groan. The dart player leaned in over her shoulder and tongue kissed Mabel. This pressed his shaft right between the Abby's butt cleavage. She thumped back against him. This made her forward thrusts crash her even harder into Mabel, who was still trapped against the wall. One of his hands tugged on a nipple of each woman. 




Who's Vanilla Now? Ch. 04



Mabel reached down and grasped her pal's hips. With surprising strength, she hoisted Abby slightly intro the air and this allowed Cliff's cock easy entrance into Abby's well lubricated pussy from behind.

"You shoulda fucked her ass, Cliffie," the other dart player kibitzed. "If there's one thing she likes more than kissing Mabel, it's a good ass fucking."

Abby twisted away from Mabel, almost ripping Cliff's cock off. "You bastard, Mel. A husband should keep his wife's secrets. No one was supposed to know about Mabel and me." Her face was red; she was so hot I thought I saw steam rising off her skin. "And you used to be the only one who got to fuck my ass. It was virgin when we married. Now, I'm going to take every guy who will do it. Then, any woman with a strap on can have it. But you'll never have it again. How do you like that?"

The games room was shocked to silence. I wondered if this would spoil the party until I noticed that Mabel had wrapped her hand around Cliff's cock as it fell free from Abby. Mabel worked the fingers of her other hand around Abby's butt, gradually pulling it open and beginning to fuck her butt with hard finger strokes. 

"Don't worry, Mel, I'll butt fuck you any time my hubby is doing your wife." Mabel said. "Cliff isn't really into anal though, so it won't be often. Too bad, I love it."

She slapped Cliff's bum. 

"So, honey, you better assfuck Abby now. She wants it and I want to try Mel's sausage in my shitter."

"You'll never take that," Cliff croaked, still in shock, "its way too fat."

"Just watch me honey," Mabel said, stopping to kiss Cliff on the nose. "Thank goodness Abby already stretched me out."

Mabel then dropped Cliff's cock. She grabbed Mel and sat him on a stool. His cock was already sticking up straight from his lap but she still gave it several good pumpings. She then bent close to it and spat a huge gob of saliva onto the very tip of Mel's monster, after which she traced down the head and shaft following the stream of spittle as it obeyed gravity. Her fist was wrapped at the root of the shaft, and she started pumping up until she met her own mouth. She then raised her head and lowered her hand, a routine she repeated three or four times as the room watched in stunned silence. 

With a strand of saliva connecting her chin to Mel's slit, Mabel raised her head and looked at Abby. "Since Cliff isn't getting going with you yet, care to help with this, lover?"

Silently, Abby stepped closer and started working Mabel's ass again, first scooping wetness from her own slit onto her hand to lubricate the hole, and then dragging more moisture back as she felt how wet Mabel's cunt had become. Abby's fingers tweaked Mabel's clit as they worked back towards her ass. Mabel orgasmed while still licking Mel.

Only then did Abby shift her view towards Mel's cock. She waited patiently, watching Mabel work the throbbing meat in her cheek even while the spasms of passion racked her body. Finally, as Mabel paused, huffing for air, Abby leaned over and kissed her partner carefully on the edge of her mouth. For an instance, each woman had one side of Mel's cock resting on their lower lips as their top lips met. 

Mabel rolled to the other side, her tongue running down Mel's shaft as Abby rimmed the helmet. The tiny pinkness of her tongue, the exact shade of bubble gum, seemed oddly innocent to me, in the middle of this debauchery. The thought just made my cock ache harder.

Like me, Cliff to this point had been watching in awe as his wife fluffed the cock she wanted up her ass, and now her friend was helping. Abby's positioning left her heart shaped butt sticking into the air and Cliff seemed suddenly to recall Mabel's challenge. He stepped forward without a word and grabbed Abby's hips, drawing them back to meet the first thrust of his cock.

Abby raised her head as she gasped upon feeling the pressure filling her from behind. Mabel grinned, her mouth traveling up Mel's cock to replace Abby on the cock head. Meanwhile, Mabel shifted a hand over to tweak Abby's nipples, eliciting a deep moan from her friend while they pleased each other's husbands.

Once Mel's cock was good and wet, Mabel stood up, never releasing her grip. She nudged his legs wide open and then pulled her ass open with both hands, slowly easing his rigid pole into her back entrance. She rode him ferociously, screaming out her pleasure. Her next orgasm was triggered by Mel and Abby each stoking one of her flopping tots, teasing the flesh until the simultaneously twisted Mabel's nipples so hard that it looked like they might rip them off of her body. 

Mabel slumped back and rode a wave of post orgasmic bliss, catching her breath, but she was far from finished. As she recovered, she lifted herself up exposing Mel's shiny cock momentarily to the air and then lowered her sloppy cunt onto his pole in one motion. Her knees were inside his and she levered his legs far apart as she leaned back. Abby shifted slightly, careful to ensure that Cliff was able to keep pounding up backside with his throbbing cock. Mabel leaned back, her body sliding along Mel's, which left Mel's balls and the root of his cock available to Abby. 

Now that the dart playing foursome was fully engaged, a few of us still stood watching Abby teabagging her husband's balls, and then exploring the spot where her best friend's juices coated his meaty organ. The rest of the room however was soon filled with the sounds of other people pairing off. When I finally snuck a peek around, I saw that technically, some of the groups were three or four and thus not strictly speaking pairs. The one norm or rule appeared to be the no one was paired off with their spouse or companion. 

Glancing back, I saw the Mabel had carefully pushed herself back upright, so that Abby's head was between her thighs, still licking both Mel and Mabel, but Mabel was able to lean forward and kiss her own husband as he fucked her friend's ass. 

As I watched, my cock bobbed up and down enthusiastically, like a puppy waiting to chase a Frisbee. I felt the warmth of breasts pressing against my back and then flesh to either side of me. Glancing left then right I saw Gwen and Monique silently reaching over to brush their respective hands along the shaft of my cock while from behind, dainty fingers fondled my balls. 

"Don't drop the tray," I heard Rachel say from behind as her thumb penetrated my asshole and rotated, while her erect nipples cut into my back.

"I need relief soon," I pleaded.

"Hush, now, no whining," Gwen replied, reaching up to twist my nipple as punishment.

"Whining is a sure sign of being vanilla," Rachel added. "Remember, this isn't about you. A good cocksman takes care of his crew first."

"Oh, Gawd," Mabel growled, "I've dreamed of fucking you for so long Mel, and Abby's tongue just makes it so much better even than I had imagined. Every time I thought of fucking you, I masturbated to a huge orgasm. Now, it is still building in me. I feel it starting like a tidal wave on the horizon."

She started bouncing on Mel's lap, as Abby tongued her furiously. Cliff increased the vigour of his thrusts into Abby's rectum, using her hanging boobs as handles, and then grabbing her hips to increase the leverage. Abby began groaning, but never stopped licking the spot where her husband's cock entered her friend's cunt. 

"Cripes," Mabel sighed, drawing the word out into three syllables, "You sure have stamina, Mel. I want your seed inside me, you bastard."

"Help him, Abby," Cliff suggested." If anyone knows how to make Mel come, it ought to be you."

Abby reached up and began massaging her husband's balls, tiny fingers toying with his sac gently at first, and then squeezing each nugget between two fingers and tugging. This made the testes tighten, but Mabel was still bouncing desperately, her own climax causing her juices to flood out over Abby's mouth and hand.

I felt two separate hands mimicking Abby's gestures, toying with me from either side. With the pressure created by the cock ring, I felt ready to burst.

"Need more, need Mel to come now." Mabel's grunts were slow and deliberate as she bore down through her orgasm.

Abby complied, drawing her hand lower and forcing it between Mel's ass and the couch.

"This always works," she said, smiling wickedly. As she spoke, she pressed her finger, well lubricated from Mabel's juices deep inside her husband's anus. "And why should mine be the only ass getting poked in this family?"

My chuckling was cut short by the jolt of what I guessed was Rachel's finger poking up my own ass. "I borrowed some lube from all three handy cunts," Rachel whispered into my ear, "mine, Monique's and Gwen's."

As she spoke, Rachel tickled my prostate. In my excited state, this would normally redouble my erection and lead to a quick bursting forth of a flood of goo. The cock ring prevented the explosion, resulting in intense pressure in my balls. I was fortunately distracted from worrying about whether they might rupture because Abby's efforts had caused Mel to erupt, with a river of semen first filling Mabel's womb and then running down her thighs, where Abby quickly began trying to lick up ever drop. This was made more of a challenge by Mabel's ongoing climax, which was prolonged and deepened by Mel's contribution. 

"I can see his cock throbbing, pumping cum into her pussy," Monique said. Her hand curled around my shaft and squeezed. "Just like yours is throbbing, desperately wanting to pump, but denied by Rachel's ring."

I wondered if the other half of the foursome would climax before their spouses collapsed. I must not have been the only person thinking about that. Hannah, the sweet young neighbour babysitter last seen fucking Markus, stepped up from somewhere behind me and moved beside Cliff. She pressed her hip against his gently, allowing him to sense the warmth of her touch, but not interfering with his humping of Abby. After a pause to let me acclimate, Hannah placed her right hand on Cliff's upper back and began slowly massaging him, working her palm downwards. 

Abby probably had no clue Hannah had joined their little piece of the party. Mabel continued to respond to Abby's tonguing by giving forth further floods, which her chum greedily swallowed. This in turn was reinvigorating Mel's cock within Mabel and she was again starting to wriggle in his lap.

Hannah turned slightly and bent over, her stiff young nipples grazing Cliff's skin as her fingers cupped his butt. Then, she slid her left arm under Abby, quickly finding Abby's soaked pussy and entering between her labia in a single motion. I no longer could see exactly what was happening but the movements gave me a good clue.

Cliff grunted and starting pushing harder into Abby as Hannah's finger probed his anus. The prostate stimulation worked its magic and within moments, he exploded to a climax, unleashing a triumphant shout. His back arched as his hips thrust in a final push deep into Abby's ass. Hannah massaged his balls, milking all of the come out of him.

Hannah's other hand curled underneath Abby and used Cliff's emissions as lubricant to finger fuck Abby. The young woman appeared expert at this task. Rachel and Gwen allowed me to shift slightly so that I could watch her fingers dancing lightly across Abby's soaked slit, and then toy with the opening before finally peeling the lips apart with two fingers, thrusting two other digits quickly into her neighbour. 

Hannah rolled her wrist, adding a new vector to the fucking motion, and dragging her thumb across the curve of Abby's belly. This made the older woman jump her hips back, knocking Cliff back, his cock flopping lazily out of her ass, the few final drops of semen deposited on her backside.

With the grace of a ballerina, Mabel spun off of Mel's lap and swiftly moved to Cliff's side. She gave his cock a playful tug as they kissed, deeply but with the familiar ease of long married spouses. Still watching Hannah and Abbey, Mabel dropped to her knees and began licking cliff's flaccid cock clean, first just flicking her tongue out to capture those lingering drops of cum, but boldly progressing to long tongue strokes up and down the shaft, using her hand to twist and lift the member so as to expose the entire surface to her efforts. I shuddered slightly as I realized she was licking skin which had just been inside Abby's ass. 

"I bet Abby didn't even have an enema, since she wasn't planning to assfuck," Gwen commented.

"She seems like the clean sort," Monique observed.

"Just like Mitch," Rachel added, extracting her finger from my rear and rolling it dramatically around on her tongue. She then offered a taste to each of Gwen and Monique. Neither woman showed the slightest sign of being to vanilla to risk a little taste of chocolate- not that any fecal matter was evident.

Mabel's departure from Mel's lap allowed Abby to slide forward and clean her own husband's cock. Her tongue action coincidentally mirrored Mabel, unless the two of them had gone to the same cocksucking school. I chuckled at the thought, earning myself a spank from Rachel, who asked, "What's so funny?"

"I was just wondering whether this is the home of Gwen's School of the Oral Arts."

Gwen rewarded me with a snicker. "Sounds like an idea I should franchise," she said.

Hannah meanwhile had slid from her knees to lie on the carpet and rolled underneath Abby, all in the interest of better licking the beauty's pussy. Mabel silently stepped from Cliff's side and began licking Hannah's breasts. They were flattened against her chest as she lay on the floor, but the nipples were gloriously aroused and Mabel's lips teased them to greater length, and then she closed her teeth around each in turn, tugging it upwards, fighting gravity and flesh. Mabel's fingers duplicated the action on the one she was not suckling in turn. 

"Her nipples are so sensitive because she's so young," Gwen observed as Hannah groaned in appreciation of the pain mixed with pleasure.

"She's about the same age as Monique and I are," Rachel replied. In response, Gwen reached around me, pressing her body flat against my chest, my hard cock trapped against her belly. She tweaked a nipple on each of the girls, making them yelp in surprise. 

Cliff was not inactive for long. He knelt beside Abby and took a cue from Mabel, tugging on Abby's excited tits. This made Abby moan and writhe, grinding her pussy against Hannah's face.

"I love the feel of your tongue," Abby panted, barely able to catch enough breath to speak. She bounced up and down, Hannah's tongue spearing up into her pussy like a cock, sliding along so that Hannah's teeth raked across her clit. Just when it seemed she might finally collapse, she moved harder and faster. I sensed that we were watching not just the build up to a huge orgasm, but instead that Abby was already climaxing, in a long fluid chain of pleasure, the intensity of each wave cresting higher than the last.

Abby squealed in disappointment as Cliff stopped rubbing her tit. Mel, still slumped in his chair, his flaccid cock no longer needing Abby's attention to clean it, sat up and took over where Cliff had left off.

Cliff wasted no time in crawling a few feet and burying his face between Hannah's thighs. She timed Abby's humping just right to speak briefly, telling Cliff, "I want to come with your cock inside of me."

He happily obliged, shuffling up along her body and piercing her tight pussy with a single deep thrust. Her hips jumped off the carpet in response. "I want to feel your come pumping inside of me." Hannah screamed.

Since Cliff had just climaxed, and was middle aged, this took a few minutes to accomplish. By then, Abby had finally crashed on her own private island of orgasms, rolling off of Hannah's face and kissing the girl, tasting her own juices.

Gwen had twisted her head around to check out the action while still rubbing her body up and down mine. "Doesn't that tickle when the tip of his cock touches below your tits?" Monique asked.

"Mmmm, no, it feels warm and wonderful. Despite the cock ring, enough precum is leaking out to paint little trails and lube us just enough."

As Hannah and Abby kissed, sharing their flavours together, Gwen put both hands up to my face and deeply kissed me, her tongue teasing my back teeth. I felt Monique and Rachel's hair brushing either side of my shoulder and heard them imitate Gwen's actions. 

All this time, I was still juggling a full martini tray, now supported only in one hand. When Gwen broke our kiss off, she turned and asked. "Who is thirsty?"

My cock must have been thirsty because, with a mind of its own, it bobbed up and down tapping against Gwen's well shaped ass. She giggled and reached back, giving me a playful tug, and then a painful squeeze. "Patience, boy, you will get yours, soon. I promise. Her fingernails raked across my balls, as if ensuring that they were both full and tight.

The dart players untangled themselves and came to get drinks, emptying my tray. I stood watching for a moment, unsure what to do next. "Don't just stare at the empty tray, Mitch, either go back up to the kitchen for more or find someone to fuck," Gwen quickly said, "unless you prefer to be the one getting fucked."

"No," said Rachel, "that would be a waste of that overloaded cock. Mitch definitely has to be the fucker not the fuckee."

She giggled, stepping up to take the tray from my hands. "At least in round one," she added.

"Fine, but how do we decide who goes first?" I asked, doing my best to sound bolder than I felt. Rachel still was doing a better job of capturing the spirit than me, but I was not about to let her ask "who's vanilla now?"

"Should we blindfold him?" Rachel suggested, taking me by the hand. I wondered whether she was about to tie me to the pool table, lead my through to a secret dungeon with manacles, or just deposit me on the couch.

Gwen laughed. I half expected a wicked witch like cackle, but her sound was sweet, more like the coo of a dove, definitely from the throat. 

Rachel tipped me back over the couch, solving that mystery. I felt totally helpless, sprawled with my legs wide apart and my cock, harder than ever, sticking up like a flagpole. Someone tossed a bunch of towels onto my stomach. Rachel, Gwen, Monique and Abby each grabbed one. Gwen, as I would have guessed, took the lead. She rolled the towel into a rope, looped it around on off the stubby wooden legs of the couch and tied it securely around my right ankle.

"There," she said, the cotton has give for comfort, but no way that knot will loosen."

Monique was down on her knees, securing my left ankle, copying her new Mistress. I saw her eyes flicker over to Gwen, but I could not tell if she was seeking permission, or looking to ensure that Gwen was distracted. Either way, I enjoyed the pain which surged through my balls as Monique quickly slurped her tongue from my asshole to the tip of my cock. 

I heard Gwen softly instructing Abby and Rachel how to do the knots on my arms. "Good thing I was a Girl Scout," she giggled. As she showed Rachel the preferred method, she leaned across my body. Rachel quickly tilted forward to receive a deep tongue twisting kiss from Gwen, a foot or so directly above my face. Abby tugged her side tight around my wrist and then dropped down to join Monique between my outstretched legs, each licking one side of my inner thighs and teasing my scrotum with their mouths and fingers.

"Wow, give your wife permission to suck on one neighbour's cock, and next thing you know, she's sucking off strangers," Mabel teased.

"I doubt she'll actually get to take his load in her mouth," Cliff commented.

"As long as she's having fun," Mel said, approving of his wife's wantonness.

Now the two kneeling goddesses were taking turns bobbing their heads up and plunging their open mouths over my cockhead. The rules of this unspoken game seemed to be 'who can swallow the most of Mitch without touch the sides of his shaft'. Of course, try as they might, tongues teeth and lips caressed my most sensitive flesh, making me squirm against my restraints.