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A Hard Day's Night

By: Writeman



It was another one of those difficult days. Incomplete figures, missing items, things that weren't there and a deadline that was. I dragged my butt home at the end of the day feeling I had accomplished little. Halfway home I realized my mouth and lips had been in a frozen position of distaste and irritation for at least a minute. I sighed and looked forward to an evening of nothing when I got home.

When I got home someone else was waiting just inside the door. Dan. I couldn't believe it. Dan drove two hundred miles to see me. I jumped into his arms and kissed him passionately. We hugged and touched and held each other, never bothering to stop our long and passionate kiss. Finally we did stop, th ”(G, and in talking I found out it had all been pre-arranged. From the smell of it, he'd been here a while cooking. Whatever it was, it smelled great.

"Come here", Dan said, and led me to a chair. He sat down and faced me as I stood, encircling me tightly in his arms, head to my stomach.

"Just relax. You do nothing. Nothing. "

I felt his arms around me, massaging my back and butt through my skirt. He began to open my blouse by unbuttoning me with his teeth and lips alone. It took awhile, but he got the first button undone, then a second. A small patch of bare skin was now exposed, and he kissed me and licked every millimeter. His hands slipped beneath my skirt to massage the backs of my legs and the sensitive area behind my knees. I might have fallen had his strong hands not held me up. He returned to working at my buttons with his mouth and got another one open. I was in heaven as he kissed and tickled my stomach with his lips and tongue. It didn't hurt that his hands were running up and down my legs in a most sensuous manner. Dan pulled my legs apart to get at more of my inner thighs, and I felt fingers and hands caressing my soft skin. I think it was soft, but with all the goosbumps I had, I wasn't sure.

Another button and my bra was now exposed. I felt relief that it was one of my prettier ones, and matched my pale blue panties. A recent purchase, and a luxury, but a girl needs some luxuries. Luxuries like massages and feeling like I did right now. The office and my long day were quickly disappearing.

Roving hands beneath my skirt now slipped inside my panties and massaged the cheeks of my ass. I was almost lifted off my feet as his strong hands pulled my cheeks lovingly one minute, then caressed me feather lightly the next. I sighed in pleasure, then moaned slightly as he kissed my breasts through the fabric of my bra. My nipples were getting hard and sending their warm electric impulses to my pussy. They only got harder when my lover undid another button with his teeth and kissed bare skin between my breasts. I arched my back in pleasure and ran my hands through the hair of this loving man.

I believe I saw a deep glittering in Dan’s eyes when he undid a final button with his teeth and pulled my blouse apart. He sighed and fluttered kisses across me everywhere there was exposed skin. 

"Take you bra off, but leave your blouse on. "

I obeyed and worked the straps down and my arms out, then reached behind me to undo the hooks. When I dropped the fabric covering my breasts I could see his eyes glitter with excitement once more.

"Oh........My.........God! I want to touch your breasts so much. I

can't wait to suck your nipples. I've dreamed of you caressing my face with your breasts. He looked at his watch, then up at me.

"You've got ten minutes. If you massage my face with your breasts in a.....uh...a satisfactory manner, you'll get a massage with some special oil I brought that is warming as we speak. Ten minutes starts....now!"

I leaned forward and began tracing the outlines of his face with my right nipple, pausing every so often to run my left nipple over his lips. Then I pushed forward and rubbed my breasts back and forth firmly across his forehead, eyes and mouth.

"A good start" he responded. "Keep it up."

I felt his fingers slip inside my panties and I jumped as he began playing with my pussy. I must have been enjoying it too much, though, for he reprimanded me.

"Clocks running, my love, and you're losing points by just standing there."

I resumed my breast massage, rubbing his eyes, nose and mouth lightly with my stiffened nipples, then tried a different tactic.

"Lick my nipples.....both of them...ummmmmmmmmmm now suck them lightly........good.............mmmmmmmmm VERY good.....yesss....suck my nipples............ooooh! that's nice......."

I was enjoying being in command, but that didn't last long, for one of his fingers was teasing my clitoris in a most exquiste fashion and I found myself wiggling in lust. I tried to chase his finger with my pussy, but he kept teasing me and withdrawing. I was disappointed when he took his fingers out of my panties entirely, but soon felt them probing again and smoothing the thin wet band of my pantie crotch. I kept up my breast massage and was mashing my tits against his face when he called time.

"Ten minutes is up. You did...pretty well. Now let's give you that massage. "

He removed my blouse, then slowly unwrapped my skirt and slowly pulled my panties down, pausing to inhale the scent of my wet pussy and taste me briefly with the tip of his tongue.

"That's for later. Now go lie down on the bed. I've put an extra 

sheet on that will keep yours from getting stained by the oil."

I obeyed and was joined momentarily in the bedroom. A delicious flower-like scent filled the air, but it wasn't your typical too-sweet smell. It was delicious. 

"Lay on your back. I'm going to start with your face." 

I felt some drops of warm oil on my face, then fingertips lightly

massaging the oil into my temples, forehead, cheek and neck.

"What is that wonderful fragrance?" I asked.

"Rain Forest Blend. It's a mix of five different flowers and three

root oils. Very sensuous, don't you think?"

But I couldn't think. All I could do was inhale and sigh. 

"I'll take that as a "Yes". "

Feet were next, and each toe was lovingly massaged, along with the bottoms of my feet and ankles.

"Turn over."

I followed orders, and was soon delighting in the feel of hot oil

being rubbed on my back and neck.

"That is soooo nice.....mmmmmmm" 

I couldn't even speak normally. Hands massaged and pushed and pulled every inch of my back. Up and down and up and down my back, with time out only for long, wet kisses along my spine.

More hot oil was dripped on my rear, and strong hands lovingly

massaged my cheeks. It was a new sensation, and I decided I could get used to the sensuous feel of thumbs spreading my cheeks and fingers caressing my buns. Even better was when he began teasing my anus with his fingertips. Nobody ever came close to doing it as well as Dan was right now. I wiggled my rear and pushed against his teasing fingers.

Dan’s fingers probed lower and began massaging my thighs and the backs of my legs. I stiffened my body unconsciously with the pleasure of it all and sighed once more as hands massaged up and down my legs. 

I felt something warm and wet on my inner thighs, but it wasn't oil this time, it was a tongue. His tongue was tracing a pattern on my thighs as it worked closer to my wet and aching pussy 

"I'm sorry, Honey, I just can't wait any longer. I haven't done your front yet, but I can't wait any longer to lick your pussy." 

"That 's........all.................right.." I began, but never

finished the sentence. His tongue was teasing my labia and his lips were sucking on my clitoris. I jumped at this pleasurable assault, pushing my hips forward into the bed in ecstasy one minute, then lifting them high to have their moist crevices licked and sucked the next. Hands crept beneath me to massage my breasts. My nipples were willing captives between his fingers and thumb. Pulsing waves

made me tremble from this dual assault on my breasts and pussy. I began to move in time to a hidden clock, a clock that said orgasm is near. A wiggling tongue inside my vagina ensured that I wouldn't have long to wait.

"Spread your legs. I want to taste every milimeter of that sweet pussy of yours."

He actually growled as he rubbed his face across my butt and resumed licking and sucking me intimately. I clamped my legs around his head instinctively as he nibbled at my clit and sucked my tender little bud. Seconds later I screamed into a pillow as he sucked my clitoris while simultaneously nibbling it with his lips. It was too much: my nipples being pulled, my clitoris being sucked, the whole wonderful circumstance of his being there. I trembled as wave after wave of an indescribably delicious orgasm rocked me. I screamed into the pillow and pushed my pussy back against my loving tormentor in hopes that this moment would never end.

A Hard Day's Night



I close my eyes but can still smell his scent. I feel his large strong hands massaging my lower back. His lips slowly move down the back of my neck, stopping every so often to drag his tongue across my spine.

Time to backtrack a bit. I’m a very happily married man in my early thirty’s. Our sex life is something that I never dreamed of. My wife of 10 years just gets better looking by the day. She’s a petite goddess standing all of 5’4” with an ample c-cup.

Myself, I’m only 5’7” but still manage to turn a lot of ladies eyes. I’m very athletic and manage to stay in pretty good shape.

I arrived home late form work the other night. I opened the door and walked in on my wife with her vibrator shoved way up and squealing from ecstasy. She had put a porn on the TV and seamed to be having a great time. The whole sight made me pretty horny but I was still covered in grease from work so I excused myself and headed for the shower.

As I washed all I could think of was my hot little wife fucking herself with that hot pink plastic dick. I looked down to find myself fully erect. I quickly finished showering and hurried back to find her

She was right ware I left her. Now she was just laying back still watching her porno with her pink toy resting against he swollen clit. I snuggled in front of her on the couch hoping she was still horny, as I had become.

I turned to face the TV to find her movie seamed to be lacking any woman. We watched for a bit as she began to stroke my manhood. To my surprise two man started making out, this is a gay porn I thought to myself, but man was she ever getting off on it so I played it cool and said nothing.

To my surprise I got ever harder watching two men go at it, and my wife seemed to realize it. Her strokes got harder and faster. The men in the movie started to fuck, and watching the one stretch the others asshole was enough to put me over the edge. I blew the biggest load all over the couch. This seamed to get the wife hotter then ever, knowing that watching her secret movie got me off more powerfully than I have in years.

She waited a wile with out saying a word, still playing with my still hard cock. This seamed to make her crazier as I never lost my erection. Yet we still laid there watching these strong men going at it on TV.

I could still hear her love toy buzzing away and could fell her body starting to tense. Her orgasm shock the hole couch witch put a huge smile on my face.

We lay there both horny as hell. She started to massage my bum and ask me if I like her naughty movie. I said I did and she started to tell me that it had been her fantasy to watch me with another man. I said I enjoyed her movie but just wasn’t sure if I wanted to have sex with another man. Just then I felt the familiar vibrating of her toy snaking its way down my back. 

I squirmed a she started to pinch my nipples. She knows this will drive me wild, and it seemed to distract me from her fake dick witch she had manage to work down between my cheeks. I could feel her love juices all over it as she began sliding it back and forth from my ball to my asshole.

She methodically waited till two guys on TV started getting heavy. Then as I watched as the one guy placed the head of his dick on the others tight bunghole, my wife placed her stiff toy on my virgin hole. Slowly as if she was pacing the guys on the TV. I felt my ass stretch as she began entering me. Once she was in she stopped and waited till I relaxed. She slowly began pushing and pull that love toy and I began to buck and squeal. I was really starting to enjoy the feeling of my backside being violated. 

My wife climbed in front of me and proceeded to straddle my hard cock. This made it a little awkward for her to continue jabbing me but still she did her best. It really didn’t matter much to me for when I felt the pure wetness of her pussy I quickly started to drive it home for all I was worth. She must have sensed that I was getting pretty close and she began picking up her pace on my ass. My body tensed and I lost my mind as I blew the biggest load of my life deep in my wife’s pussy.

For weeks after she keep asking if I would do a three way with another man and make her fantasy come true.

One evening after working late I decided to stop by my favorite watering hole for a few brews. It was typically busy so I sat up at the bar. From the bar I new I would have the best view. There were a lot of hot babes in the bar this night, and I guess there were a lot of hot boyfriends. Before I knew it a gorgeous hunk of a man sat down be side me and started to strike up a conversation

He introduced himself as john and ordered a beer. He was in his early thirty, with shoulder length hair. The most captivating blue eyes. I could see that john keep himself in great shape, with a six-pack stomach.

At first it seamed innocent enough but the more we talked the more we drank. I relaxed at the sight of his wedding ring, and continued to scope out the babes. We talked and pointed out hotties, all the wile my eyes kept coming back to his. We were starting to get quite tipsy by now, and we started talking about our sex lives.

He told me that he and his wife had a great sex life but it lacked something. I was getting turned on by our conversation, as the bulge in my pants was starting to show. John asked me about my sex life and I started to blush like a school kid.

I started by ordering another round and two shots of tequila. I talked about how sexy my wife was and even brought out her picture. He said she looked like a model and told me how lucky I was. I told john that she had always wanted to try a three way. This seamed to peek his interest, I could tell by the budge in his jeans.

I told john to order one more beer whale I go to make a phone call. My wife was home and I told her that I was bringing home a friend from the bar. She said she was just lying on the couch in her purple teddy and didn’t really want to go get dressed. She told me just to get rid of him. I could hear the buzzing in the back ground and asked if she was watching her secret movie? She just moaned and I new she was.

I raced back to where john was sitting. He was already half done his beer so I chugged mine to catch up. I paid our tab and finished my beer. John was quickly behind me as we made are way out of the bar. We haled a cab and got in. as we drove home I told john that my wife has a thing for watching two guys. He admitted to having gay experiences in collage but hadn’t gone that way since getting married. I noticed he was trying to hide his now hardening dick and laughed.

The point that john had gotten a hard on when I mentioned my wife like gay men gave the confidence to move my hand on to his thigh. His eyes went from my hand to my groin to my eyes. I admit I was nervous as hell to be touching another man for the first time. But he reached out and drew me near for a long passionate kiss.

Our tongues explored each other mouth. We were lost in the moment when the cabby turn to say we were here. We jump out and I paid the cab. As the cab was backing out john grabbed me and we resumed are kiss. When we finally broke and turn towards the house we saw her. She had herd the cab door close and came to the door to let me in. her mouth was curled into a wicked little smile and her hands were jammed into her panties. She had watched the whole thing.

She open the door and invited us in. she told us to relax on the couch and she would fix us a drink. It was no surprise that she still had her gay porn movie going and her vibrator still lay on the couch beside us. John turned to me and said that the picture of my wife didn’t do her justice. He slid over beside me and grabbed the dong. Waving it in my face he asked me if I had ever experienced the pleasures of another mans cock. I told him that what he was holding was as far as I had ever got.

That must have been all that john needed to make his move. Our lips locked in an erotic kiss and I felt his hands start to explore my body. He moved his hand from my neck down across my chest to my stomach. He undid the top button on my jeans and slid down the sipper. To my surprise his hand returned to my chest and gently started kneading my nipples. This drove my wild with excitement and he sensed it. He broke our kiss and started moving south, soon his hand was replaced by his mouth. He must have been a pro for the way he sucked my nipples caused the head of my cock to jump out of my boxers.

As he was having his way with me, I paused to open my eyes. To my shock three beers were there on the coffee table. I had forgotten about my wife. She was sitting across the room in the easy chair. Her hands were moving at a furious pace, one thrusting in and out of her cunt, the other massaging her ever so swollen clit. She just smiled and brought a finger to he lips signaling for me to keep silent. 

John slowly began to kiss his way down to the top of my jeans. I lifted my hips as he slipped off my jeans and boxers in one pull. John made no hesitations and engulfed the head of my cock. Slowly bobbing up and down. Now my wife decided to make her presence known. She moved to the floor beside john to help with raging hard on. The two of them work together like a well-practiced team. This was just too much and my body stiffened as I blew my first load deep into johns throat. I

I lay there for a few moments and when I opened my eyes my wife and john were locked in there own kiss. I moved off the couch so john could lye back. My wife quickly dropped to his hard 8-inch cock and began giving john the blowjob of a lifetime. I slid under my wife’s crotch. She was dripping wet which made it easy to bring her to bring her too her first orgasms. But I wasn’t happy with her going off so fast so I continued to lap away as she was totally getting in to giving john his best blow job. She could feel john getting close and called me up from her clit.

She ordered me to finish john while she would watch. She slid over on the couch and grabbed her vibrator. Tacking john cock in my mouth was a lot more natural feeling then I thought it would be. It was warm and huge but it felt wonderful in mouth. I quickly picked up a good rhythm and thought of the things that I liked in a good blowjob. I encircle the head of his cock with my tongue, which cause john to twitch. That was my queue to bear down as I new he must be close. Within seconds I felt john go rigid and new my reward was Cumming. Jet after jet of johns cum hit the back of my mouth. I did all I could do to swallow as much as I could but it still oozed down my chin.

The sight of all this was enough to cause my wife to start screaming and plunging her fake cock deep into her cunt as her orgasm over tuck her. I quickly pulled her on to the floor, on her hands and knees. My cock was ready to give her a better pounding than that fake dick ever could. 

I entered her dripping pussy from the rear and with one quick thrust was balls deep. She quivered as I bottomed out. I gave her a few seconds to adjust before starting into a steady rhythm. It didn’t take long before john became eager to join in again.

John arose from the couch and stood to my side. He grabbed a handful of my hair and turned my head. I opened my eyes to see johns cock 2-inches from my face. I needed no invitation and tuck johns cock into my mouth. It was wonderful to be blowing john and fucking my wife at the same time.

John pulled his cock from my mouth and move to kneel behind me. He started by kissing the back of my neck, which caused me to stop pounding my wife. I was frozen by the way his hand played with my nipple. The next thing I felt was john’s hard cock pushing against my asshole. My wife moaned at the sight and told me to relax. John pushed with a gentle force and I felt my ass stretch. I almost blew my load when I felt the head of his cock slide through. I began humping my wife again in small slow stokes, john remained still. Every time I pushed into my wife I felt johns cock slide out till just his head remained inside. When I pulled back his cock went balls deep.

To my surprise I got a pretty quick motion going and knew I could I would not be able to hold out long. My wife must have sensed this a laid flat on the floor. Her hands reached back and pulled me on to her so that I could not move. This slowed my urge to blow my load. John began withdrawing and reentering me in a teasing way. This drove me crazy and made my wife laugh. 

She withdrew from under us so that she could get a better view. She relaxed on the couch and quickly began stroking her pussy. John was picking up his pace, driving harder with each thrust. I no longer felt any pain, just pure pleasure.

The beads of sweet rolled down johns face and fell from his chin on to the small of my back. His breathing quickened and his moans became louder. It sounded like a symphony between him, my wife and my self. John started to shake and stiffen. I knew he was about to cum. Never missing a stride john emptied a huge load deep into my ass. This was enough to cause my wife to have yet another orgasm

The three of us fell in to a heap on the floor. To my surprise I awoke a few hours later, we were all still lying on the floor. The three of us were all curled up together. I remember smiling and thinking that life couldn’t get much better.

I awoke first in the morning and made everybody breakfast. 

Since that evening john has become on of are closet friends. And we replay that night every month.



A Hard Day's Night



I was tired. Tired and thirsty. It was twenty past one in the morning and I had put in a long hard day at work, in fact a long hard week at work, and then wearily got in my car for the usual Friday night drive back home. My job is contract based, and at the moment it means that I spent my working week 230 miles from where I live and only go home at weekends. Normally the drive should have taken around 4 to 5 hours but thanks to atrocious weather and a motorway closed due to a nasty accident, I had now been underway for more than 7 hours, and still had 40 miles or so to go. Although the road was now almost empty I was taking it easy, keeping it at around the 50 mph mark. The rain had been lashing down since late morning, and now there were large puddles of surface water on the carriage-way making aqua-planning a likely and dangerous prospect if I wasn't careful. Lack of sleep, darkness, and bad weather were not a great combination to be driving through, and I should really have stopped an hour or so ago and taken a break, but I had pressed on wanting to get home as soon as possible.

I needed something to keep me awake. Late night radio had been smooth and mellow, but it had the effect of a lullaby, lolling me ever nearer dreamland. What I needed was something to keep me awake and my mind focused on the road ahead. I flipped the stereo from 'Radio' to 'CD', and slipped a disc into the machine. The album was 'A Hard Day's Night', one of The Beatles early albums, a great one to sing along to and stop me drifting off. The distinctive sound of the opening chord from George Harrison, and we were into the opening title track.

And then I saw what I had been somewhat anxiously looking out for ahead. The car was as thirsty as I was and the fuel gauge showed that I was well into the red, but up ahead was the welcoming sight of the yellow Shell sign the all-night petrol station. I slowed down and pulled into the forecourt and chose the middle of the 9 available pumps so that I would be protected from the rain as much as possible by the canopy.

As I filled the car, I looked around but there really wasn't much to see. The Shell Shop was in darkness and obviously locked up, the only light shinning from within was over the 'Night Pay' window. I could see a girl sitting there who looked to be in her early twenties, with shoulder-length black hair and wearing a yellow T-shirt. Although she had looked up when I had first driven up to the pumps, she now seemed absorbed in whatever it was she reading.

The click of the pump handle told me that I had filled up as much as possible, and I tapped the nozzle against the side shaking the last of the drips into the tank, smiling as I did so. This action always reminded me of guys standing at urinals shaking the last of their droplets off their dicks. I went across to the Night Pay window to pay her. Unfortunately, although the pumps were covered by the station canopy, the pay window was right under the edge of it and the wind was lashing the rain against it. I just wanted to pay up as quickly as possible, grab a pint of milk and get back to the warmth of my car. I rapped on the window and the girl looked up from her magazine.

"Can I come in, I need a couple of things from the shop as well," I said.

"No you can't," she replied, "It's locked up. Just tell me what you want and I'll go and get it."

"Aw, come on, I'm getting soaked standing here." I gave her a sorrowful look and pulled the collars of my jacket up around my neck to emphasise my predicament.

"No really, I'm sorry but I can't. We're not allowed to open the main door when there is only one female on duty." She gave me an apologetic look and shrugged her shoulders.

I started fumbling in my pockets for me credit card, which was difficult with my leather-jacket zipped up, when she suddenly relented.

"Look O.K., I'll let you in, but I can't switch the lights on or anything, or I'll get in trouble."

With a grateful nod of the head I headed round to the main doors and waited for her to open up. Although the shop was not lit there was enough light in there for me to get a good look at her through the glass doors as she came round with a bunch of keys in her hand, She was about five and half foot tall, with braided black hair and green and yellow beads attached to the ends. Under this mop of hair was a lovely chocolate-brown face, with big brown eyes and a full-blooded red mouth. Not a beautiful girl in the classical sense, but certainly very pretty. I'm not good at guessing peoples ages, but I revised my previous estimate reckoning she was around 26 or 27. The yellow T-shirt I had noticed earlier was more of a cropped-top, it didn't reach her waist and I could see a silver stud winking at me from her navel. Below the T-shirt was a pair of tight fitting blue jeans which she wore in the current fashion, i.e. worn low on the hips so that I could see the straps of her thong high on her hips. Hers had dark blue piping with a lighter coloured, virtually see-through, blue material.

She bent down to unlock the glass door, and as she did so I got a quick flash of her breasts as I peeked down her top. They were smallish and encased in a bra that obviously matched the thong, but that same lovely chocolate brown colour.

"Thanks very much," I said when she had unlocked and opened the door for me, "It's pretty wet out there."

"Yes, we don't get many people stopping on a night like this," she replied, "In fact we don't get many customers during the night generally. I don't know why the bother keeping it open, but I'm not going to complain. It's a bit boring but the money is good because of the shift pattern."

My eyes followed her as she walked back to her counter. She really did have a lovely arse, the jeans fitting tight around them, and I could see the top of the flimsy triangle of the back of her thong that covered her very shapely bum. In my mind I could picture those chocolate globes with the flimsy material wedged between them. 

I shook the image out of mind and went to pick up a couple of things I was after. The shop was a typical petrol station one selling the usual odd collection of items: - basic groceries, barbeque coal, CDs, men's magazines, oil and confectionary. I grabbed a pint of milk and a bar of chocolate and took them up to the counter. Placing the items on top op the counter I could now see what she had been so engrossed in whilst I had been filling up. It was one the men's magazines the shop sold.

"Like the pictures?" I asked her.

"Actually not much," she said "pictures of naked girls with their under-carriage hanging out don't do much for me, but I do like reading the stories. Like I said we don't get many drivers stopping during the night and it helps to pass the time." She swiped my purchases over the bar-code reader and said "£32.78 please."

"Stories?" I enquired with a raised eyebrow as I handed over my credit-card.

"You know those confession stories, where people write about doing it in strange places. There's one in here about a man fucking a complete stranger in a lift, which had me creaming my jeans I can tell you."

My eyebrow rose slightly further, and my cock also started to rise.

"In fact," she went on, a sly smile on her face now, "I was watching you fill up out of the corner of my eye and I fantasised about you filling me up right there on the forecourt."

My cock sprang to attention at the thought of this. I don't know if she was just teasing me or was serious, but I wasn't going to pass the opportunity up. I signed the credit-card slip and looked up "I'm game if you are," I said.

"Bit cold and wet out there," she said, "whereas it's nice and warm in here. In fact," she paused, that same sly smile on her face again "it's wet in here as well, my pussy's a bit sticky, why don't you come round here and lick it clean?"

I rushed round before she had a chance to change her mind, and pulled her off her stool towards me ready to kiss those lovely full lips. 

"No, none of that," she said, "Someone might see us and I can't afford to lose this job. Anyway I don't want your tongue down my throat, I want it up my pussy." Her hand was already unbuttoning the top of her jeans and easing the zipper down. I knelt in front of her and tried to ease the jeans down, but it wasn't easy. She was wide-hipped and the pair she had on were skin-tight. 

"Here, let me she," she said, and in a slow teasing motion she eased them down until the jeans were around her ankles. The sight was gorgeous, the light blue triangle of her thong against her lovely flawless brown skin. Through the sheer cotton I could see that she was a girl that liked to use a razor; only a small line of black hair visible along the length of her slit. Further down a darkened patch of material bore evidence of her earlier confession. She certainly had been creaming her jeans.

Lovely though the sight was, I wanted to see those chocolate globes I had fantasised about, and that material wedged up the crack of her arse. "Turn around," I asked, "I want see the back."

"Sod that," she said, "this is not a fucking fashion show. Get your tongue out, Buster, and get working," and with that she grabbed the back of my head and pulled me into her. 

I needed no second bidding, my tongue snaked out and started licking her slit through the thong, and she eased her legs apart and bent them slightly at the knee to accommodate me. First a few slow licks up and down and then concentrating on the source of the sticky stain of her thong, I pushed the material as far into the entrance of her cunt as I could with my tongue, and was rewarded with a slight moan from her. If she had been slightly wet before, she was certainly getting a lot wetter now. I could taste it and I could smell it, that lovely whiff of pussy juice. I withdrew briefly, brought my hand up and pulled the crotch of her thong to one side, and carried on as before. This was better still as her lovely juices coated my tongue.

"Lick my clit," she said, "lick my clit!"

My tongue worked its way upwards between the now full pussy lips and found the little nub of her clit. I started slowly circling it and then switching to a minute figure of eight moments, stimulating her clit from different directions. My cock was, of course, straining against my boxers and jeans, desperate to join in the action, but the girl didn't look like she was going to oblige; her head was thrown back and she was far too absorbed in her own pleasure. Her breathing had become deeper and the moans more frequent and louder. "Harder," she commanded, "but slower," and pulled my head even tighter against her.

Pleasurable though this was it was a little uncomfortable with my nose squashed against her pubic bone. I eased my head back. "Turn around and lean over the stool."

This time she did turn as requested. Moving the stool into a more comfortable position, she leaned right over it with her lovely brown arse sticking out. The blue thong was still round wedged into the crack of the tops of her buttocks, although the gusset was now across one cheek where I had pulled it across earlier. I started to ease them down marvelling at the way the material had to be slightly tugged at to get it out of the crack. If I lived to be a hundred I could never get tired of watching a girls knickers being slowly tugged down her bum. I eased them down her thighs and past her knees where they joined her jeans round her ankles.

"You'll have to bend forward further if you want me to nibble your clit more," I told her and she did, bending at the waist and putting her head on the stool. I resumed my work, flicking her womanly nub with my tongue. This position was a lot more comfortable than the previous one for me. As I licked and flicked her nub with my tongue, the tip of my nose was pressed up against the entrance to her cunt. I could feel it getting its own coating of pussy-juice. Slowly I made little nodding movements with my head, pressing the tongue harder against her clit, and my nose a few centimetres inside her. 

The heavy breathing and moans started up again. "That's it," she said "yeah, that's it, keep doing that." I pressed as hard as I could against her clit, and as deep as I could into her cunt. My nose, now slick with her juices, was fucking her like a tiny prick. With a sudden involuntary shudder of her hips and a load moan, she came and immediately clamped her thighs together to prevent me prolonging the ecstasy and the agony. I withdrew my head, the lower part of my face now saturated with her stickiness, and gasped for air.

Still bent over the stool she too was catching her breath, I could see her body expanding and contracting as she took in great gulps of air. "Phew," I heard, "phew that was good." Another large gulp of air and then she said "Right now it's my turn to lick you."

"No I haven't finished yet," I replied, "I want another taste." With one arm round each thigh I pulled them apart dove my head back against her.

"No, no," she yelled, "no more, my legs are going to give way," but I paid no attention. Ignoring her clit which was now standing erect and angry like a tiny red nipple, I drove my tongue into her cunt. Her left arm reached around to push my face away, but I just grabbed her thighs tighter and pulled her as hard as I could against me. Her resistance slowly subsided and instead of trying to push my face away she grabbed a handful of my hair and clenched it as my head made darting movements against her, my tongue moving like a piston inside her. 

"You bastard," she said, "you fucking bastard, yeah, keep doing that."

My head bobbing against her, and with my tongue now trying to reach as deep as I could inside her, the tip of my nose was now pressed right against her tight arse-hole. Although I couldn't see it, with each forward motion of my head, my nose still slick with pussy-juice, was nudging past the wrinkled entrance and inside her. 'Well this is a first for me,' I thought 'I've never fucked anyone in the arse with my nose before.'

She was obviously enjoying it too, her hand still clenching my brown hair, she now pulling me against her as hard as she could. My tongue now deep inside her, my mouth pressed up hard against her cunt, and with the tip of my nose inside her arse, I could scarcely breathe. I certainly couldn't move my head, she held it tightly against her. I just did what I could with the tongue, small circular movements rotating it along the walls of cunt. I let go of her thigh with my right hand and brought it up underneath her. I pressed the ball of my thumb on her clit and gently made small circular movements imitating those of my tongue. Within seconds she climaxed again, an even more violent shudder of her body this time, and she relaxed the pressure of her hand on my head. I eased my head away from her and sat back on my ankles. My whole face seemed to be covered with her moisture, even my eyelids felt sticky.

"Christ," she said straightening up slightly and looking over her shoulder at me, her hands still gripping the stool, "where the fuck did you learn to do that? I've never come so intensely before."

I shrugged as I got up off my sore knees. "Sorry, but you tasted so good, I just had to go back for a second helping."

"Don't apologise it was..., well it was phew!" She straightened up completely and pulled her underwear and jeans back up over her knees and turned round to face me. "Better pull these up a bit in case someone pulls in." I was glad she didn't pull them up completely, the few black hairs there glistened with moisture, her nether lips as full-blooded as those on her face. It was a damn sexy sight but my knees were aching from sitting on them on the tiled floor. I stood up and looked through the plate glass window. The rain was still lashing down and there appeared to be nobody on the roads. She noticed the bulge at the front of my trousers and said slightly apologetically "Aw, I've had all the fun and forgotten all about you. Here, let me return the favour." 

She stepped towards me and begun unbuckling my belt. She got down on her knees and tantalisingly slowly pulled down my jeans until they were half-way down my legs. My boxers tented out in front on me right in front of her face. "Hmmm," she said, "Looks like Percy wants to join in the action."

. 

She pulled the boxers down and my cock sprang free, and she immediately grabbed hold with her hand. Her fist wrapped around my shaft she momentarily examined it. "Mmm nice," she said before sticking her tongue out and lightly flicking it over the tip. "You're a little bit damp" she said.

"Not as wet as you are," I replied, but she was in no position to respond to this now as those full lips were now wrapped round my shaft. I leant back as her lips slid along my cock. I didn't want to close my eyes as I was almost mesmerised by those full luscious lips encircling me. From where I stood I could again see down her top as her T-shirt gaped open. I could just make out the tops of those lovely chocolate brown breasts still encased in the blue bra. I vowed to see and taste those lovely brown nipples before I left here. She continued to suck in a slow languid manner, much more sensual than most of the blow-jobs I'd seen in porno film where the girls suck so fast and hard they seemed intent on breaking world records for getting a guy to come. No she slowly stroked and licked like I was an ice-cream and she was enjoying the taste. Her lips occasionally parting and releasing me so that she could flick my end with her tongue. This was heaven.

My reverie was suddenly cut short as two bright lights came into view; a car was pulling up at one of the pumps. "Oh shit," I said "there's someone coming!"

"Yeah, baby, come right into my mouth," she said.

"No, not me! Someone's stopped to fill up."

"Shit," she said letting go of me and standing up in one motion. "Get down, you can't be seen here, I could get fired." I thought it highly unlikely that somebody would be checking up on her in the middle of the night but did as bidden. The motorists had evidently stopped and got out of his car, as I saw her lean over and press a square on the compute screen that started the flow from the pump. Whilst he refuelled she pulled her jeans and thong completely up and zipped herself up. 

I remained sitting on the backs of my legs underneath the counter, feeling a little bit silly there with my trousers round my ankles and my still hard dick sticking out. I waited for the customer to finish, pay and get the hell out of here so that she could return her attentions to me. "He's coming across," she said, "keep still and don't say anything." 

I had no intention of saying anything. 'What did she thing I was going to do,' I thought, 'suddenly leap up, wave my meat in front of a stranger's face and say 'Shall I check your oil sir?'

The motorist must have got to the window because I heard her say "Good evening, sir, horrible night isn't it? Pump 3? That'll be £28.60 please." I couldn't hear what he said but heard the glass tray slide back and forth as she presented the credit-card slip and got him to sign it, before she again spoke. "Thank you, goodnight, and drive carefully."

I presumed he was gone and slowly eased myself up. 

"No, don't get up yet, he hasn't driven off yet," she said.

I sat back and waited. From my position I was level with the stud in her naval and below that the top of her jeans. My hand snaked up and slowly tugged the zipper down again. Still standing up looking over the forecourt she helped ease the jeans down again. The light blue thong now had a large darker patch right at the crotch. Once again my tongue snaked out to taste her.

"No, enough of that," she said, "I was taking care of you, but I don't really like getting down again in case someone else comes. Look he's driven off now, why don't you come up and fill me up from behind?"




A Hard Day's Night



It was almost 8 o’clock in the evening, and Victoria Spader was beginning to walk around in circles in the empty house. James had said that he would be home around 7 at the latest.

And even though she knew that it was difficult to say exactly on a Friday night – with the traffic and all – she couldn’t help worrying that something had happened, especially since he hadn’t even phoned her.

Suddenly she heard a car in front of the house, and she raced to the window in time to see a cab drive away and a man walk towards the front door. She hurried out and opened the door, just as her husband was fumbling in his pocket for his keys.

”So there you are! I’ve been worried sick, Jimmy! Why didn’t you call to say that you were late?” she said, as they hugged and kissed.

”I’m sorry, sweetheart” James said, ”but it’s been one hell of a day, and on top of all I think my cell phone got stolen at the airport! At least I can’t find it anywhere.”

He took off his jacket and placed his suitcase in one corner of the hall. Victoria looked at him and saw that he really looked beat, and she was glad that they were going to spend the evening alone.

Just at that moment James asked: ”Where are Sebastian and Elijah?”

She said: ”Oh! Didn’t I tell you? They’re at your sister’s this week-end. I thought it would be nice to have a couple of days by ourselves when you came back.” She stroked his hair and placed another kiss on his mouth.

He laughed: ”Yeah, sure! You know how grumpy I usually am, when I’ve been to Europe and have jet lag!”

Victoria laughed, too and said: ”How about it, then? Are you going to shoot in Britain in December, or will it be postponed another month?”

James sighed as he answered: ”No earlier than February. The damn fools ought to get their shit together, before they start hiring actors!”

She patted his shoulder and said: ”Well! Why don’t you just forget all about it tonight, so that we can concentrate on each other and enjoy the evening?”

He looked down at her and saw the naughty look in her eyes. He laughed: ”Sure! But it’ll be your job to provide the entertainment to keep me awake. I’m beat!”

He stroked her cheek and let his hand glide lightly over her breast, before he said: ”Know what? I’ll take a quick shower, maybe that will help!” and he headed for the bedroom.

”OK” Victoria said, ”then I’ll prepare a light dinner. I suppose you’re hungry?”.

James called back: ”Don’t make a lot out of it, I ate on the plane. Just a snack!”

Victoria went to the kitchen, and a moment later she heard the water being turned on in the bathroom. Ten minutes after all was quiet, but although she waited expectantly, no fresh – and possibly naked - man appeared. When nothing happened, she lost her patience (which was kind of short in these matters) and went to the bedroom.

Alas! On the large bed James lay spread-eagled on his stomach. Naked, but fast asleep!! She stood for a moment and just enjoyed the look of him. He seemed so peaceful, and for a second she concidered letting him sleep, but on the other hand her body found that to be a very bad idea!

As her eyes travelled from his still wet hair, down his back to his firm ass and muscular legs, she felt the heat spreading all over her body. Nope! She just had to have him, asleep or awake! They had been separated for almost a week, and that was far too long for her!

As silently as possible she shed her clothes and placed them on a chair beside the bed. Suddenly an idea popped up and she smiled wickedly. She had an excellent way of making sure that he stayed where he was supposed to!

She tip-toed to the nightstand and opened the bottom drawer. There she took out two long, black silk ropes and brought them to the bed, where she very cautiously crawled up to sit beside her still sleeping husband. She knew that when he was this tired nothing beyond a minor earthquake would wake him up.

She bent down to kiss his neck, and the only reaction was a sigh from somewhere inside the pillow. So she continued to kiss and lick her way down. The savoury taste of his newly washed, baby-soft skin and the feel of his slim, but muscular body against her mouth made her heart beat faster. Even after so many years together, just the look and feel of him made her crazy!

When she reached his ass she bit him lightly, and as expected this made him grunt and spread his legs even wider. She crawled down to crouch between his legs, and with both hands she spread his ass cheeks so that she could reach his balls with her tongue.


She started to lick and suck them, slowly at first and then gradually with more and more enthusiasm, as she felt his body’s reaction to her ministrations.

After a while she moved back up towards his head, where she bent down and whispered: ”Jimmy! Turn over, darling!” He sighed and turned over to lie on his back, still half asleep. As carefully as possible she took first one of his hands and then the other and tied him by the wrists to the bedposts. Good! Now she knew where she had him, she grinned silently.

She still did nothing to wake him up. Let nature take care of that! She streched out to lie beside him and again started to kiss, lick and bite her way down his body. As she gently sucked his nipples, his stomach muscles contracted and he moaned softly with pleasure.

She looked down and was pleased to notice that his cock was coming to life, too. She just couldn’t wait any longer, so she moved down to kneel between his legs again, where she grabbed hold of his cock and started kissing and licking. 

It was such a pleasure to feel it literally growing in her mouth, and she felt her pussy becoming more and more wet, her nipples growing hard with anticipation of what was to come.

As she continued to lick and kiss her way from his balls and along the shaft to the head, where she let her tongue circle for a while before taking it into her mouth, the moans from the pillow above sounded more and more conscious, and this was the sign she had been waiting for.

She started to stroke the shaft and suck the cock for real, taking as much of it into her mouth as possible. Her hand sneaked down to fondle his balls, and was rewarded with a loud groan that absolutely came from a man that was wide awake!

James lifted his head from the pillow to look down at her. ”Oh, God! Victoria, what are you doing? I’m sorry that I fell asleep, but I’m really tired.”

”That’s OK” she answered, ”you just lie there and let me do all the work!”. She laughed and bit his thigh lightly, before she returned to the now fully erect cock, sucking and stroking it, and from time to time she moved up to caress his stomach and chest, kissing his neck and licking his earlobes.

It didn’t take long before he panted: ”Come on! Get on top of me and let me fuck you! You’re driving me insane!”

Again she just grinned at him and said: ”No! You just keep still. You’re supposed to be sleeping, remember?!”

He laughed, too. But as she continued licking his body, he started squirming and tucking at the ropes that held his arms locked above his head. ”Please, Victoria!” he pleaded.

She left her place between his legs and moved up to straddle his chest. He lifted his head towards her, but she was just beyond his reach. She moved further up so that at last her warm, wet pussy was right above his face. ”You want this?!” she asked teasingly, waggling her butt a little.

”Oh, yes! Let me lick you. You smell so wonderful!”

She looked at him sternly: ”Where are your manners, boy! Say ’Please’ – or you’ll not get anything at all!”

He closed his eyes, smiled and whispered: ”Please, please, please!”

”That’s better!” she said and lowered herself a little, so that he was able to reach her pussy. He immediately lifted his head and began kissing and licking her thighs and her labiae. He pressed his tongue inside her and drank from her, and she was barely able to keep her stance above him as shivers ran up her spine.

She lifted herself a little to catch her breath, which made him pant: ”Please come back – and release my hands! I want to taste your clit!”

She looked deeply into his steel-grey eyes that were burning with desire, before she said: ”You really want this?! What will you do to get it?”

James laughed and answered: ”Anything! Please! I’ll even do the dishes for a month!”

She grinned: ”You’re on, buddy!!” and again lowered her pussy to his mouth, but this time spreading her labiae with both hands, so that he could reach her clit. He started licking it, circling it with his tongue, sucking at it and again pressing his tongue into her pussy.

She panted and moaned. It was so wonderful, and she felt an orgasm drawing near. She started riding his face, rubbing her clit against his mouth and tongue, and she bent forwards to grab hold of his tied hands to squeeze them hard.

She let her hands slide up and down his muscular arms that were flexed by the strain of holding his head up against her body. He licked and sucked her harder and harder, and at last she let out a small scream as the orgasm overwhelmed her.

Victoria was shaking and panting as she lay down beside him. He turned his head to kiss her deeply, and then he said: ”Now what? Has your prisoner earned some small reward?”

She looked down his body and laughed: ”Well, it’s not that small seen from up here!” Then she bent down and took his cock in her hand, stroking it lightly. ”What do you want me to do with this?”

He smiled and said: ”Well, you could suck it, if you don’t mind?” She lifted an eyebrow and looked at him without doing or saying anything, and he continued: ”Please?!”

”Good boy!” she said smiling, before she lowered her head and continued where she had left off. She stroked the shaft of the cock hard and fast and sucked it, once in a while lifting her head a little, letting her tongue circle the head and kissing the tip.

James was breathing harder and harder, moaning and clenching his fists that were still tied above his head. Suddenly he gasped and closed his eyes, and then Victoria felt his cum in her mouth, as his whole body was shaking with the orgasm.

She swallowed as much as possible and then licked the rest from his stomach, before she returned to his head to smile down at him. ”Was that the reward you wanted?”

He sighed and nodded, closing his eyes for a moment and then opened them again to look up at her, grinning: ”You know how many calories you just consumed? You’ll have to run a couple of miles to burn that off!”

Victoria looked at him with a teasing smile and said: ”Well, maybe if you’re not too sleepy, we could take care of that problem later tonight?!” and he just groaned.

She reached up to loosen the silk ropes, and James immediately lowered his arms to grab her face between his hands, giving her a long and deep kiss. ”You’re amazing, you know that?!” he said as his hand stroked as light as a feather down her body.

She smiled and licked his lips, but before he could take hold of her for another kiss she jumped out of the bed, saying: ”I’m hungry! What about a little midnight snack?”

James smiled and said: ”Sure! That sounds wonderful. We have to get some nourishment, if we’re not going to sleep right away!”

She laughed and hurried to the kitchen, returning with a bottle of red wine and a platter with bread, different sorts of cheese and fruit. As she crawled back into bed with the food, James reached for two glasses waiting on the night-stand.

”Maybe we should put on some clothes? It’s not that warm in here when you’re not working!” she said and got up to fetch two silk kimonos.

When they had put them on, they started eating, feeding each other small pieces of bread and cheese, grapes and strawberries and sipping the red wine, while they talked about what they had been doing during the week they had been apart.

After a while Victoria noticed that James had stopped eating, and it seemed that he wasn’t really listening to what she said anymore. It didn’t look as if he was falling asleep again, and when she followed his eyes she saw that they were fixed on the part of her body that he was able to see under the half-closed kimono.

She stopped talking and began her own reconnaissance. She couldn’t see that much, but what was visible was more that enough to make her blood flow faster: a muscular shoulder, soft chest hair, firm stomach – and an ever growing bulge under the silk of the kimono covering his crotch.

Suddenly James leaned over and took the wine glass from her hand to put it on the night-stand beside his own. He whispered to her: ”Lie down. It’s my turn now!” and just the sound of his dark, soft and yet commanding voice was enough for her pussy to start throbbing. What was he going to do?

She lay perfectly still on her back as he pulled the kimono aside and started caressing and kissing her neck, stomach and legs. He didn’t touch her breasts or her pussy, and Victoria thought: ”Oh, well! Maybe I deserve that!”.

Then he reached for the food platter and took different kinds of fruit from it. She was a bit confused, until he started placing the fruit pieces on her body. Each piece that touched her skin sent shivers up her spine and she began breathing more rapidly.


Finally James seemed pleased with his work, and he bent down to pick the fruit he’d planted. He started with the small piece of apple she had in her mouth, at the same time circling her tongue with his own.

Then he carefully picked the half strawberries off her breasts, again taking his time and kissing and suckling her nipples until they were rock hard. He took one breast into his mouth and sucked it, which made Victoria whimper and moan, and all the time his soft, warm hands caressed every part of her body.

He kissed his way down her stomach to her belly button, where he ate the grape placed there, lying for a moment with the grape between his teeth, looking up at her, before he bit into it with a slight ”pop”.

By now Victoria was almost screaming with impatience, but James took his time kissing his way down to her thighs, where he lingered licking and kissing for a while, before he finally moved his mouth towards her pussy.

He waited, just blowing gently at the sensitive skin, but at last he reached for the slice of melon lodged between her labiae. He kissed all around it before taking it into his mouth very carefully without actually touching her skin, then chewed it slowly and sensuously, locking eyes with her all the time and licking his lips as he finished his meal.

”Get up and take off your kimono” he said to her, and she immediately obeyed. This could only mean that something nice was waiting for her! She went to the chair behind the bed and took off the kimono, but as she was folding it to put it on the chair, she suddenly felt James’ arms around her waist.

She hadn’t heard him get out of bed, but now she felt his warm, naked body against hers and his hard cock pressing against her lower back. She turned her head to kiss him, and his mouth continued to her neck and down her back to her ass, where he bit her lightly before whispering: ”Spread your legs and bend over the chair!”

She was breathing hard now, and all she wanted was to feel his cock inside her, but she had played with him earlier. It was only fair for him to have it his way now. She obediently bent over the back of the chair, spreading her legs a little as she did it.

She could hear James shedding his own kimono and kneeling down behind her. She held her breath, and then she felt his touch on her burning skin. His hands travelled up and down her back and her ass, now and again pinching her slightly, which made her moan softly.

Finally he spread her ass cheeks, and she bent even further over the chair so that he could reach her throbbing pussy. His hands were on her hips as he buried his face in her, licking and sucking until her legs were shaking. ”Come on, Jimmy! Fuck me!” she panted, as she reached over and grabbed his head.

”Sorry, did you say something?” came the teasing answer from behind.

”Please, please!” she moaned. James got to his feet and, still holding her hips, he led her back to the bed. Victoria crawled up and waited on all fours for what he was going to do.

He followed her onto the bed and leaned over her back, his hands covering hers and his cock just touching her ass. He moved his mouth close to her ear and mumbled: ”Can I do anything for you, ma’am?!”

Victoria had trouble speaking, but managed to whisper an answer: ”Yes, please! Would you be kind enough to fuck me, Sir?” He laughed and kissed her neck, and then with no warning he rammed his cock into her pussy. Victoria screamed, both from surprise and from pleasure.

James slowly moved in and out of her, while he kissed the nape of her neck and his right hand caressed her breasts. He then moved his hand down her stomach and reached her clit, which he started rubbing very slowly.

Victoria whimpered and squirmed; she was so hot now that she just wanted to be fucked hard, but she knew that if she said that, James would just make her suffer even more. Instead she said: ”You know what, Sir? I can hardly feel if you are in there. Are you just looking? I was hoping that you would fuck me.”

There was a moment of silence, and then she felt James raising himself so that he was kneeling behind her, his cock still inside her.

A few seconds, and then he grabbed her by the hips and rammed his cock into her as hard as he could. She felt it filling her up and grabbed at the bed blanket as she stifled a scream.

James continued to fuck her hard and fast, and suddenly she felt a hard slap on her ass cheek. She couldn’t help uttering a small yelp, but then she gasped: ”Oh God, Jimmy! Do it again!”

He answered, panting as much as she did: ”What did you say?!” and she gasped: ”Please! Spank me again!”

He hesitated for a moment, but then she felt his hand on her ass again, giving her slap after slap as he continued to fuck her. She whimpered from pleasure and pain, and she could hear him behind her, panting and moaning.

After a while he fell over her back and started kissing her shoulders and neck, whispering in her ear: ”Victoria! You’re so wonderful. Are you sure, I didn’t hurt you?!”

She bent her head back against his and panted: ”No, Jimmy! It’s fantastic! I love it!”

Still he was ramming his cock in and out of her, and again he reached down to her clit, but this time he rubbed it hard and fast, and she felt her muscles contract, as the orgasm that had been close for so long finally hit her.

She threw back her head and screamed and the violent contractions of her pussy massaged James’ cock, so that a moment later he grabbed her around the waist and buried his face in her hair as he moaned out loud, and she felt the pumping of hot cum from his cock into her pussy.

Slowly she slid down to lie on her stomach and he followed her, still with his cock buried deep inside her. They just lay there for a while panting, before he drew out his cock from her pussy and rolled over to lie beside her.

His hand came up to caress her face and he leaned over to kiss her slowly and lovingly. She kissed him, burying her hands in his thick hair and stroking his shoulders, savouring the feel of his warm body against hers.

He sighed deeply and reached for the blanket, drawing it up to cover them both. He mumbled: ”You know, I’m really sleepy. It’s been a hard day for me!”

She could hear that he was already half asleep, when she put her mouth to his ear and whispered: ”Welcome home, darling!” 



A Hard Day's Night



Due to popular demand I have joined both parts of In the Photo Shop to create this opus. Please enjoy and send us a message. We really enjoy hearing from our readers.

Cheers 

Marcus and Sharon.

- - - - 

The car was a beaten up old Daihatsu Charade and as it pulled into the parking space outside the shop the bumper smacked into our photo processing sign knocking it onto the footpath. From my position at the counter I could see that four young girls of about 22 or 23 years old were in the car giggling and carrying on. 

"Who's the dickhead that knocked me sign over?" Bruce, my boss, asked.

"Just some babes mate." I said "Go get up 'em."

"Nah fuck it," he said "I'll fix it later."

I watched as the girls hopped out of the car and stood on the footpath looking into the store. One of them picked the sign up and after she put it back into position she grabbed a friend by the arm and walked into the shop. 

"Hi." she said, "Sorry about the sign." 

"Thanks for putting it back." I said. She was a very slim attractive brunette about 5' 8" with nice green eyes. Her friend was a shorter petite blond with close cropped hair and very, very small tits. 

"What can I do for you?" 

"Um," she began quietly, "Do you look at the photos that we put in for processing?"

"No," I said smiling, "They go to Sydney."

"Good, when would they be back?"

"Tomorrow arvo about 3 o'clock."

"Terrific" she said as she fished two films out of her bag.

From years of experience I knew that some nudes lived on the film and the girls were being very coy about it. My wicked mind hatched a plan. I grabbed a processing bag and a pen and began filling out the bag.

"OK," I began, "What's your last name?"

"Kelly"

"One set of prints or two?"

"One." That was good, my plan was easy now.

"Gloss or Matte?"

"Gloss"

"Address?"

"Um we are just visiting."

"That's OK I'm sure you'll be back." I said with a wink.

I tore off the strip at the top and handed it over to her. She had began to blush and with a flirty smile she grabbed her mate and walked out of the shop.

"I think we have a few nudey shots here Bruce." I said. "I think we may need to do doubles."

"How can you do that?" asked Bruce

"Piece of piss." I grabbed another workbag and filled it in exactly as per the original bag except for the one set of prints box which I changed to two.

"And in the morning when they really come back I'll swap bags, seal it up and Bob's your uncle."

"You devious cunt." Bruce laughed. "I just hope that it's worthwhile."

***

That night, after I'd sprayed her pussy with a huge amount of jizz, I told my wife Sharon about what had happened in the shop.

"I'll come in and have a look at lunch." she said as lay there with her legs spread rubbing the cum all over her swollen genitalia. "I just hope that it's worthwhile." 

"Funny." I said "That's just what Bruce said."

"Ahh poor old Bruce hasn't had much luck since his missus took off with that other couple."

She said. "And Bruce is a bit of alright. I wish that he and Jo had come to some of our parties. It would seem by what happened that she would have been happy to come along but he wasn't"

"Maybe he isn't the sharing type."

"But.... fuck me!" she explained "He could have fucked a whole heap of other women."

"Reckon you'd fuck him?" I said as I slipped two fingers into her sopping snatch.

"I'd give him a go." she replied moaning. "I think it's only fair that he should have a revenge fuck." She rolled over onto all fours and moved down to my rapidly re-hardening cock. I slipped an extra finger into her hole and quickened the pace. She grabbed my cock and gently tongued and licked at my balls. The reflection in the mirror was excellent. I could see a profile of my wife sucking on my cock as my hand plowed into her cunt. 

She moved around so her arse was closer to my face and I could really work on her clit and cunt. 

"You'd rather have two cocks to play with wouldn't you?" I said as I gave her rump a quick slap. "You'd love to have a hard cock in this hot pussy now wouldn't you?"

"Fuck yeah." she said "I'd love to be fucked in my pussy and mouth." 

"And we'd fucking cum all over your slutty face."

"And I'd lick it off your cocks and swallow it down."

"Then we'd fuck you some more and cum in your pussy." I then slipped two fingers into her arse. "And we'd fuck your arse."

With that she exploded. Her body went stiff and her thighs almost crushed my hands. She rolled on top of me and grabbing my cock she slid her wet, cum filled quim down on to my fully resuscitated cock. Her beautiful petite frame bounced up and down as I massaged her 36B tits. I reached over and grabbed the bottle of massage oil and poured some on her right shoulder and watched as it trickled down her chest. She smeared the oil over her chest and taking the bottle from me she poured a small amount on my chest and then leant forward and our two oily bodies joined in slippery unison. I grabbed the bottle from her and splashed a little too much on her back. When she leant up the oil ran down onto her behind and I was able to massage it into her arse. As we kissed I greased up two fingers and whoosh they slid easily into her arse. 

"Ahh you'd love a nice hard cock in there wouldn't you?"

All she could say was "Mmmm"

"And another cock to suck on."

"Mmmm"

"A cock that's just been pulled out of a cum filled pussy."

"Mmmm, oh fuck, mmmm."

"And all three of us cum all over you, in your mouth, in your arse....." That did it. Her eyes rolled back and once again she shook in silent pleasure.

I was also close and when she rolled onto her back in ecstasy I mounted her and slid my cock between her oily tits. I leant forward and she sucked my cock with a gusto. She had spread her legs again and the musty aroma of sex filled the air. I was ready to blow and as she opened her mouth I gave my cock a few quick tugs and 'blam' a shot hit her left cheek and then another blasted against her nose. I fired off a few more and smeared my cock over her cum dripping face. 

"Now that was good." I said as I rolled onto my back. "You look like such a tart."

"That's because I am one." she said.

"Do you think Bruce would do it?" she asked still rubbing her pussy.

"No man could resist you my dear." My wife of 6 years was one hot number. Her long dark curly hair and her petite frame matched with olive skin and a wild temperament meant that she was a very popular lady amongst the sex starved populace of the small town where we lived. We lived out of town and on occasion we would entertain the occasional overseas visitor (see the 'Rivers edge' stories.) So our dirty talk was based on reality not fantasy.

With that I did what every other man does. I fell asleep.

***

"What's the time Bruce?"

"Ten to twelve"

"The photos will be here soon."

"Yeah, yeah as if they'll be anything exciting, besides, I'd rather have some real flesh rather than just look at some photos."

"You never know your luck in a small town."

The buzzer went and I stepped out into the shop as the courier dropped the bag off. I pulled out the girls bag and bolted down the back with them. 

"Now let's see shall we." I said as I opened the bag. At first I was disappointed. All that was on the first dozen or so pics were of about twenty people on a balcony sucking piss and on the last few one of the girls had taken her top off and two of the blokes were grabbing her tits. 

"Now this is better." I said as I separated the extra set of prints. "Hopefully this roll continues on." I wasn't to be disappointed.

"Strewth Bruce look at this!" I was looking at the same girl with a cock in each hand and a bottle of beer between her naked thighs. In the background some more naked ladies were sitting on the laps of naked men and a few more just stood around watching.

"We've struck gold here mate." The rest of the film was inside the house with a few people playing pool in the nude and a few of the skinny blonde being fucked on the pool table by some bloke as another girl sucked her tits. I spread them out on the table and put the photos back in the original envelope. Bruce was adjusting his old boy as he shuffled the prints on the table. I think he was getting a bit excited by what he could see. He was holding a picture of three naked girls sitting on a lounge when the buzzer went.

"Only me." came the voice of Sharon.

She came down the stairs in a little black dress which has a halter neck and plunging neck line. I love that dress. It allows such easy access to all her bits. 

"You'll love these." I said.

"Show me, show me." she had a look at one picture of a girl on her knees sucking some guys cock and she said. "Well I'll be fucked." 

"Maybe later." I said as I winked at Bruce.

"Maybe now." she said turning to Bruce and running a finger down his chest towards his groin.

"Oh you naughty little tart." I said. "Poor Bruce hasn't had one for a while."

"I can see that." she said looking at the mound poking out of his jeans. "Can I relieve him of a bit of pressure?" 

"You sure about this?" Bruce asked me.

"Go for it mate." I said to him. I had told Bruce of our past activities but stupidly he hadn't taken us up on any of my invites. "Your missus has been rooting around so now you can root around mine. Actually we can both root her around." 

At that time two things happened. One was that Sharon sat down in front of Bruce and pulled his fly down. The second thing was that the buzzer went.

"Oh for fucks sake." I said "Look at the state of me." I went into the darkroom and stumbled about for an apron. I finally grabbed one and threw it over my swollen cock which was trying to burst through my pants. The last thing I saw as I walked up the stairs was Sharon sitting on an old vinyl chair, with her halter neck pulled down exposing her tits, her dressed pulled up around her waist, her left hand down her knickers rubbing her pussy whilst pulling on Bruce's good sized cock. She was a very versatile person.

"Lucky bastard." I said to him as I bounded up the stairs. One of the things I hate about being in customer service is serving stupid people. Especially stupid old ladies. Especially stupid old ladies that think that their cats are people. I also hate framing tapestries. Especially tapestries of cats. 

"Hello Mrs McCarthy. How are you today?"

"Very well thank you." she said "I'd like to have this tapestry of my darling Mr Tommy framed please." 

"I'd like to put that through the fucking shredder." Is what I wanted to say but I am a professional.

"Certainly." I said.

We went through the frame and matt selection rigmarole and after about 5 bloody minutes she was still frigging on about the matte colours and if it matched the cats coat. I could hear a rhythmic squeaking noise coming up from downstairs. It sounded like the lunch table. 

"I think I might come around to your house and collect all your native bird and marsupial eating cats and throw them all in the fucking river." Again my mind was speaking not my mouth. 

Thankfully she had finally decided and it was now 10 minutes since she'd entered the shop. I wrote out the details, gave her a slip and ushered her to the door. When she was around the corner I spun the latch, locking the door and put the 'back in 15 minutes' sign up. 

I bolted to the back of the store and tore off the apron and undid my fly. Sharon was on her back lying on the lunch table, her dress was bunched up across her midriff and Bruce was pant less and sliding his glistening cock into her moist cunt. 

"Where the fuck have you been?" she said

"Shut up woman and suck this." I laughingly said to her as I placed my hard cock against her lips. 

"Mmm you love to suck cock don't you." Bruce said.

She pulled my cock as she said to Bruce. "And I love to swallow cum." 

"Fuck you're good." he said.

She licked and sucked at my cock as Bruce slammed into her soggy snatch. Her right hand was pulling on my cock as her left hand squeezed her tits. I reached down and rubbed her pubic area before I gently moved down and, trying not to touch Bruce's dick, I rubbed at her clit. She was extremely wet and her pubic hair was matted with juice. Bruce pulled his cock all the way out and I slipped three fingers into her flooded pussy. After I pulled out Bruce began rubbing his cock against her swollen clit.

"Oh fuck baby, this is too good." she said.

"You want Bruce to lick your cunt?" I said knowing what sort of response this would have. "Do you want him to suck on your clit?" This was all it took. Her first orgasm of the day rolled through her body. Sharon loves dirty talk especially that based around sucking her cunt. This climax was very intense and thankfully she had released me from her mouth. Bruce was having a hard time getting his cock back into her pussy due to her contractions but eventually she relaxed and he restarted his pumping action. 

"Lick her cunt." I told Bruce. "Don't leave the lady stranded." Bruce squatted down and obediently went the growl. 

"Have you had any lunch yet?" I asked her.

She smiled up at me and said "No."

"Bruce and I might have to give you something."

She knew what I meant because she pushed a reluctant Bruce away from her pussy and after pulling her dress over her head and, being totally naked in front of us, she squatted down. 

"Ok let me have it." she said as she grabbed a cock in each hand. Her beautiful petite frame was dwarfed by Bruce and I and I was not far from shooting my load. With her mouth wide open and her long dark hair framing her gorgeous face my cock shot a stream of cum directly into her mouth. 

"Oh fuck." was all Bruce could say as he too exploded. When I say exploded he truly did explode. I had never in all my life seen such a huge amount of cum. Poor old Sharon could hardly cope with the amount being delivered from us both and it cascaded out of her mouth down onto her tits. She bravely swallowed a huge mouthful and licked my super sensitive knob. I stepped back to look at her in all her glory. Her was my beautiful slut wife with cum all over her face, on her knees in front of my workmate, rubbing his cock all over her face. A glob of cum fell off her chin and slid down over her pussy, which of course, she rubbed in.

"Can lunch always be like this?" Bruce asked.

"More often than not, maybe." Sharon said winking at me.

"Certainly dinner times could do with some liveningup." I said.

"When are these girls turning up for the photos?" Sharon asked.

"Three-ish."

"I think that Bruce here has a few more goes in him this arvo." Sharon said and then began sucking on his cock some more. "He hasn't cum in my pussy yet. Do you want to cum in my pussy Bruce?"

"I want to cum all over you you little slutlet." 

I had pulled my pants up and I was ready to reopen the shop but I could see that these two had no intention of stopping. 

"Just keep the fucking noise down." I said. "Don't you need to get back to work Sharon?"

"Ahh pass me the fucking phone then." She said as she stood up. As she dialled in her work number she put her right leg up on a chair and bent over the bench. She put her free hand between her legs and parted her pussy lips. Bruce was no fool and he wandered over and rubbed his now hard again cock all over her pussy. She grabbed it from underneath and pulled on it as she spoke on the phone.

"Hi Jodie, it's me love could you tell the others that something has come up and I won't be back until about four." Bruce slipped his cock easily into her wet snatch and began pumping real hard. Sharon had to use her free hand to slow him down. 

"Ok love....yeah everything's fine." she could hardly talk. "Bye."

"Oh for fucks sake Bruce." Sharon called out "Jo is really missing out on a real good fuck."

"Why don't you two go up into the studio and use the lounge?" I asked "It's far more comfortable."

"Yeah soon." Said Bruce as he pushed her face down onto the bench. Sharon spread her legs and held onto the back of the bench as Bruce pumped his cock into her slippery cunt. Her tits were rubbing on the cheap carpet on the bench and I knew it wouldn't be pleasant. She soon found it less than pleasurable and she spun around and gently pushed Bruce away. Her chest was red from the friction.

"Let's go upstairs and fuck in comfort." She said.

To go up to the studio they would have to make a quick dash behind the counter and up the stairs. I stood and played cockatoo as the two of them scampered in the nudie behind the front counter and bolted giggling up the stairs. 

"Don't forget to take some pics" I called out to them. 

I went back to work...sort of. I was tempted to spin the closed sign around permanently but a few customers kept me busy. It was after about 30 minutes when I was sorting through some accounts when the buzzer went. I turned around to see someone I had rather not wanted to see. Jo. Bruce's ex-wife. 

"Is Bruce here." she asked.

"Um, yeah but he's busy in the studio."

"I need to see him."

I wasn't ready for this. Jo is OK as a looker. She was a blonde with 34D breasts and a slightly round arse. But her personality really annoyed me. She had that girlie persona that doesn't suit a 30 year old. Also she was a mad Christian and took great delight in trying to talk to me about religion. This really peeved me when she took off with the other couple from the bible study group. That bible must be one horny book. 

"Um he may not want to see you though Jo." I said trying to stall her. 

"I'll just pop in." she said as she barged right past me.

"Ahh fuck it." I thought, "Let her see it."

She opened the door and stomped up the stairs. I stood at the bottom and waited.

"What the fucking hell is going on here!!" is all I heard before the three voices began hurling abuse at each other. I was going to go up when the buzzer went and another old lady came into the shop. I closed the door which helped silence the room a bit but you could still hear muffled yelling. Luckily this old lady was pretty deaf. I helped her choose a camera when another bloke came into the store and was checking out the digital cameras. Here I was with a major argument occurring upstairs and I was understaffed. I sorted the lady out and then helped the bloke who was nothing more than a tyre kicker. I urged him out the door as I knew fair well he had no intention of buying anything. It was about 20 minutes since they went upstairs and it was now quiet. I locked the door and spun the sign around again before I went upstairs to see what was happening. To say I was surprised by what I saw is definitely an understatement. Here was Jo on her back, totally naked, with Bruce shoving his cock into her pussy whilst Sharon was sitting on her face rubbing her pussy all over Jo's face. 

"Yeah baby." She said "Lick his cum out of my pussy." Jo was certainly enjoying it, she was really getting into sucking Sharon's cunt. I pulled my cock out of my pants and when Sharon saw me pulling my pud she beckoned me over. 

"Look what we have here." she said. "She loves to eat cunt." 

"I'm sure she does." Jo looked up in surprise as I spoke and she was probably more surprised to see my cock slide into Sharon's mouth. 

"Oh fuck Jesus, Fuuuuuccckkk." She cried as an orgasm flew through her. Her pussy had become an ocean of juice and the slurping noise was becoming comical. 

"Let me suck that pussy now." Sharon said as she stood up off Jo, leaving Jo's face glistening with cum and cunt juice. "Get up Jo and sit on the chair."

Jo pushed Bruce gently off and she crawled over to the old lounge chair in the corner of the studio. I grabbed the digital SLR, swung the flash system around and turned it on and popped a memory card into the camera. Jo sat back in the chair and like a true professional she spread her legs and fingered her pussy. I snapped off a few shots and Bruce stood next to the chair and fed her his cock. Flash, pop I took a few more shots. Sharon got down on her hands and knees and I took a few pics of her fingering Jo's twat.




A Hard Day's Night



"Yeah suck that cock you horny slut" Bruce said. His cock was remarkably hard for someone who had already cum twice. "Lick that slut's pussy." He said to Sharon. I took a few more shots of the three of them and sat the camera up on the tripod and grabbed the infra red remote control. I zoomed out and with Sharon's wet snatch dripping at me I just had to plug that hole. I knelt down behind her and placed my cock at her hole and pressed the button taking a picture. I took a few more as I pumped away at her spit and cum filled pussy. 

Bruce was doing a fine job fucking Jo's face and I couldn't help but think that they had never shagged like this together before. I was really enjoying fucking Sharon's pussy but I wanted to get some of Jo. 

"Ok." I said "Time to change positions. Jo sit on my cock." I lay back on the floor and Jo came over and after tossing her long blonde hair back over her shoulder she squatted over my cock and let it slide easily into her pussy. Jo grabbed the camera and motioned to Bruce to go back to Jo. 

"Oh yeah." She said "Let me suck that cock." She took Bruce into her mouth to almost the entire length. Sharon was taking some shots of her getting two dicks for the first time and I was close to cumming. I wanted to shoot my load over her face and have Sharon take some photos of it and then lick it off. I put my hands onto Jo's arse and slid my finger into her clack hole which really set her off and she came like a train. 

After she stopped quaking I moved her off and said "Time for the money shot. Jo just rest back on your legs whilst Sharon takes some photos." Jo rested back as asked and Bruce and I stood on either side of her face and began pulling our dicks. I was the first to blow and as my cum streamed out Sharon took about five shots of it shooting into her mouth. I aimed the rest over her face so that they could clean each other off. Bruce was a bit longer in cumming but when I suggested to Sharon that they should double head him he finally sprayed his diminished load onto Jo's and her face. I took a few nice pics of the three of them sucking cum and licking cock. 

After we composed ourselves I went down stairs with Sharon and reopened the store. Bruce and Jo were still all over each other as they reignited their passions. 

"Well that was bizarre." I said. "I thought she'd tear strips off him." 

"No apparently she'd being making hints that she wanted to explore group sex but Bruce wasn't keen." she said.

"He seems keen now." At that moment the door opened and in walked two of the girls from the orgy photo shoot. 

"Hi." said Sharon with a serious flirt. 

"Umm are the photos for Kelly back?" she said.

"Yes sure are." said Sharon and she grabbed the bag from the K section and to my surprise she opened the bag and showed them the contents.

"Ah shit" the girl said under her breath. Her friend the tit less blonde looked incredibly nervous and almost collapsed. 

"Please don't show anyone these." she said.

"Ahh don't worry." said Sharon. "I'm not going to blackmail anyone. Just invite us next time OK?"

With that they seemed to relax. 

"Do you want to come out tonight?" The blonde asked, "It's our last night here and we have a special party organised." 

"I think we can manage that." Sharon said "Can we bring another couple?"

"The more the merrier. It's at the boat club and we start at 9.00."

"We'll be there." I said "You can have those for free."

-----

"Oh for fuck's sake Bruce hurry up!!" I said as we sat in the car outside the shop.

"Maybe he's porking Jo again." Sharon replied.

"I hope not." I said. "He needs to save himself for tonight. He's already came three times today." 

"I'm sure he'll handle it. I'll go give them a hurry on." Sharon hopped out of the car and dashed across the street. As she approached the house the light in the bedroom went off and the outside light came on as the two of them came out of the building. Jo was wearing a slinky little black dress with a great plunging neck line. A string of pearls highlighted her breasts and matched her hair colour. Sharon was wearing a long red dress that also had a plunging neck line. I love plunging neck lines. The girls had gone to great lengths to tart themselves up. It was futile though. They wouldn't be wearing them long. Bruce and I both simply wore jeans and a polo shirt. No messing about here. 

As they came to the car Bruce hopped in the front and the two girls jumped in the back.

"Hi Marcus." Jo said "How are you?"

"Tops, thanks Jo."

"How many people will be at the party?" Jo asked.

"Dunno." I said, "About 30 or so."

"Sounds great doesn't it Bruce."

"Sure does." he said.

Jo was almost falling out of her dress and her and Sharon were very cozy in the back. It was a twenty minute drive along a dirt road to the Boat Club and my poor old Commodore had seen better days. I had been thinking about how Jo could reconcile her Christian beliefs with her wanton behaviour so I simply asked her.

"Jo." I asked "Just tell me if I'm being rude but how did you become such a root rat when you were meant to be doing bible studies?"

"Umm that kind of happened by accident." she shyly started "You probably won't want to hear." 

"If I didn't want to hear I wouldn't have asked."

"Ok, I'll tell you." she sat up in the seat and leant over to Bruce. "Some of this might be a bit unsettling darling, but I know you'll handle it."

"Yeah your right mate." he said "Go for it."

"Well we used to go over to Barb and Tom's place for bible readings every Friday night and there would be about 10 of us all being very pious and we would pray and so on all night. About two months ago we were having a meeting and Tom's 20 year old son Paul and his girlfriend Kim turned up with a tray of brownies they'd baked. Now at this meeting we had myself, Barb, Tom, Mary Elliott from mothers club, Bill the postmaster, the Drury's from Sunday school and the Freemans."

"Not the bloody Freemans." I said. "They are so straight."

"Bullshit." Jo laughed. "Those two are sick. They just cover it up with a religious veneer and lots of guilt. Anyway we all had a cup of tea and some of this slice. Lo and behold I soon discovered that I was getting stoned. Paul had baked hash brownies and was getting us all ripped." 

"The Freemans stoned." I laughed.

"As we all know hooch is good for relaxing the mind and body and after what seemed like 30 minutes or so I look at Mary and she is rubbing her hands all over her body and going on about being full of the Lords love. Bill was watching her and getting very excited, the Drury's had gone outside for some air and as for the Freemans, well the Freemans were talking about exorcising the evil spirits from within and June Freeman had a hand down her pants rubbing her pussy."

"Fair Dinkum?" I asked.

"Yep they were going off." She continued. "Well Barb got all cuddly with me and her blouse was open a bit so while we watched June rubbing her pussy and Mary rubbing her tits we rubbed each other through our clothes. I was getting really horny now and so I slid a hand down Barb's top and grabbed a handful of tit."

"Nice tits too." Bruce said.

"Oh yeah, well Barb lay back and I undid her top revealing her tits to all and sundry. Bill was rubbing his hard on through his pants and Mary had also begun fiddling with her pussy and still going on about miracles and the Lord's love. Tom had slipped his hand under Barb's skirt and was playing with her pussy. Bob Freeman was really stoned and still eating the brownies and soon was babbling on about punishing the evil harlot. He grabbed June and pulled her onto the floor and pushed her down on all fours. Then he pulled her pants down revealing her arse to us all."

"No way!" I said.

"Then he started reciting bits of Leviticus and Numbers before he pulled his cock out of his pants and slammed it home into her arse."

"You're fucking joking, this is bullshit." I said

"Nah it's the truth they went off." Jo said. "After that all hell broke loose. She was screaming and Mary was calling out for God's love so Bill just stood up, dropped his daks and plopped his cock into Mary's mouth. I was mega horny now so I started to have a rub through my pants. Tom lifted Barb's bum off the lounge and pulled her knickers off and then dove down into her pussy. This is when I kissed another woman for the first time. Barb and I tongue pashed for ages because when I came out of the daze and looked around Tom was naked and fucking her, Mary was bouncing on Bill's cock on the lounge, the Freemans were still semi clothed and June was lying across the table with Bob still behind her fucking her arse."

"Nah you're making this shit up."

"Shut up Marcus." Sharon said lightly. "Besides it's turning me on."

I looked around quickly and sure enough Sharon was rubbing her pussy and she had her left tit out. 

"Bob Freeman insisted that June have her head covered and he had her top wrapped tightly around her head with a little hole for her to breath out of. Mary was coming as Bill squeezed her tits and then unbelievably Bob pulled June away from the table and swung her around and forced her down onto Bills cock and Mary's cunt. June couldn't see what was happening and when she protested he smacked her arse and told her that this was God's doing so get on with it."

"Yeah I could believe that." I said.

"Mary just kept cumming as June licked and sucked her pussy and Bill shot a load all over Mary's cunt and of course June licked it up." She stopped talking as Sharon pulled one of Jo's tits out and began sucking it. I was concentrating on the road as we didn't have far to go.

"Bob eventually came in her arse" Jo continued after she slid her hand up Sharon's dress and down her knickers. Then he disturbed us all by standing up above her and then pissing all over her arse."

"No fucking way." Bruce said beating me to it. I noticed the red lights of a car ahead of us and the headlights of a car behind us as we continued down the road.

"Yeah he was rabbiting on about cleansing the demons and shit. Then he made her lick his cock clean. She was really submissive. I was still without a cock and Tom and Barb were in full flight so I went looking for Paul, Tom's son. I stripped off so I was completely nude and went down the hall to his room and just walked in."

"He's pretty hot." Sharon said 

"Fucking oath." Jo said. "Especially when he's stark bullocking naked with his cock fair up Kim's delicious little snatch. She was on all fours getting really pounded by his fine eight inch cock and they didn't even blink an eye when I came in. Fuck your pussies wet." she said to Sharon.

"Anyway I pulled his cock out of her cunt and began sucking it. Kim hopped off the bed and slid between my legs and began sucking at my cunt and I just exploded. I came like a train. Paul hopped off the bed and slid his cock into my pussy as Kim sucked my clit. I was continually orgasming. It was brilliant. Later on Kim and I swallowed his jizz."

"What about the Drury's?" Bruce asked.

"They fucked off home."

"Bummer" I said. 

"Now Tom, Barb, Bill, Mary and I get together every so often and just screw. We left the Freeman's out. Too weird."

"Here we are." I said as the lights of the boat club came into view. The car park had about 20 cars in it and I could hear music coming from the clubhouse. Light was coming out from the front of the building and reflecting off the river. The entrance was lit by a single red light and I watched as two fine looking girls with long brunette hair and petite figures entered the building. The sky was now dark and the mozzies had descended looking for food. The car behind us pulled in and a little nude Asian girl hopped out of the back seat followed by a young hunk of a man with an enormous stiffy poking out of his shorts. 

"Check this out." I said to everyone. We all stopped as the young girl squatted down and began sucking the blokes cock. 

"Strewth." said Bruce. The driver, another young man, hopped out and came over to the couple and pulled his cock out of his shorts. The young girl flicked her long hair over her shoulder and began sucking on his cock as well. 

"Wow those guys are nice." Jo said. "Nice cocks."

"Shall we watch or go inside?" Sharon asked.

"Let's go inside." Jo said. "I'm horny."

We strolled over to the doorway and I kept looking back at the little slut sucking cock in the car park. By the time we reached the doorway the threesome had split up and were also walking towards the door. The little Asian girl had pulled on a simple dress and she was truly beautiful.

"Here come our car park friends." I said. We opened the door and we were greeted by a lady in her late 40's with short blonde hair. She sat at a desk and beside her stood two very buff Maori bouncers. Some crappy dance music was coming from the bar. To my right a door with Ladies Entrance was just closing as the two brunettes I had seen earlier disappeared from view. On the left a sign said Men's Entrance.

"Greetings." She said. We all said hello and she looked down into a book that lay on the counter. "Who invited you here tonight?" she asked.

"Umm a young girl called Kelly." I said.

"Was that her last name or first?" she asked

"Last." She scoured the list and after a short tense time she said. "Ah yes four new guests."

At that time the Asian girl and her two beaus entered the building and stood behind us. Both Jo and Sharon were checking out the boys.

She continued. "My name is Julie and I am the host for tonight. I have been running these parties for some years now and as with everyone that comes here you will have to be introduced to the nights rules and guidelines." She pointed to the girls. "You lovely ladies can go into the Ladies change room and you four gents can go into the men's room and wait. I hope that you enjoy the night."

Bruce and I bade farewell to our maidens and walked into the change room with the other two blokes. The room was full of lockers and towels and three other fellows were waiting on some chairs. Unfortunately one of them was a fellow I despised to the core of my being. Brian was a real estate agent who had screwed me over a block of land along the river. I hated the prick. He was also fairly chubby and had just taken a Russian bride. She was a bit of alright though. We all just looked at each other without saying hello. All of a sudden we were very shy. Thankfully the silence was broken by the door to the bar opening. 

"Hi boys." said the first of three lovely girls to enter the room. She was slim a blonde about 5' 6" with a lovely trimmed pussy and a gold mesh bra. Across her belly was written her name Sue. Following her was a tall skinny brunette with barely any tits and a mini skirt on. Her name, also displayed on her belly, was Kylie. The third girl was a short haired brunette with not a stitch of clothing on. Her name was Lyn. 

"Welcome to the party." she said. "Now you may be wondering, if this is your first time here, just what is going on." 

"We were a bit." said Brian. 

"Well this is Ladies night tonight and we have a few rules that you have to abide by or you will be asked to leave." She pointed to the lockers. "First of all is that you must all now get undressed and stay that way for the rest of the night."

"You're kidding." Brian said.

"No sir." she said firmly "I'm not. Ok now everybody please get undressed." 

All of us with the exception of Brian stripped very quickly. He carried on a bit and seemed to take forever. I soon found out why. In the dick department Brian was certainly lacking. 

"Now." Sue continued. "Please put your clothes into a locker and after locking it remove the key and pass it to me." We all did as we were asked and as she took the keys from us she wrote the code into a book and asked for our name which she then wrote next to it. 

"Ok now for the rules of engagement for the night." She pulled a black texta out of a draw and walked over to Brian. "Firstly we need to write your name on your chest." She wrote Brian in big letters across his chest. Then she did the same to all of us. 

"Now we all know who we are." She sat on the table and slightly opened her legs to allow me a view of her labia. "The next rule is the one that will make or break your night here. As you can see I have my pussy fully exposed." With that she lay back and spread her legs further apart and then rubbed her fingers of her left hand over her moist snatch. "What this means is that because I have a bra on I suck cock and pussy fuck dick." 

"Oh yeah." Said Dave, one of the car park boys.

"Kylie here is wearing a mini skirt and that means that she is up for blow jobs only. Any girl that is wearing a top is suck and pussy fuck only, a bottom is suck only. Got that?" she asked.

We all nodded. To make a point Kylie walked over to Dave and squatted down in front of him. She took his cock and very enthusiastically began sucking on it. 

"Lyn here is totally nude. What this means is simple. Lyn will fuck anything. She will take it in the arse, cunt and mouth. She will lick out a woman whilst being fucked. She will truly do anything. Now Bruce bring your cock here and slip it into my pussy please."

I hadn't noticed but Bruce had good wood and he moved over to the table and as she lay back he slipped it into this delectable blonde. 

"Nice cock." she said to him. "Now you Ian, bring your cock over here." Ian was the other bloke from the car park. He wandered over pumping his cock and she grabbed it as soon as it got close and began licking at it.

Then Lyn the naked chick took over. "As you can see Kylie and Sue are now occupied. I however have no cocks at my disposal, just yet..." she added playfully. "I can suck on Sue's beautiful tits." She pulled Sue's top down and pulled out a lovely titty and licked the nipple. "Or I can share Dave's cock with Kylie." She spun around and bent over and kissed Dave's meat. 

"Now this is good." Ian said as he rubbed his cock over Sue's face.

"Now I have four horny men wanting to fuck me."

My cock was ready to burst.

"But unfortunately lads..." She waited, teasing us. "You will have to wait." She pointed to the door and five other fellows were looking in. 

"Ladies." she called out to Kylie and Sue. "We have some new recruits." 

The two girls reluctantly moved away from their respective partners and straightened themselves up. 

Kylie took the reins again. "Now that you know these simple rules please enjoy the night and if needed some erection sustaining medications are available at the bar."

Sue moved over to the door and swung it open and seven very horny men walked into the bar. It could have been any bar in any country except for one distinct detail. It was full of naked men and either naked or semi naked women. For example at the bar stood a tall blonde about 19 with gorgeous tits cloaked behind a black bikini top and Erica written on her belly. Her trimmed bush was being rubbed by Tom whilst she stroked Trev's cock On the lounge to my left were three men and three naked ladies in their forties all just having a drink and a flirt. Carmel, a very petite brunette with short cropped hair and fine tits who was wearing a little tartan mini skirt matched with long white socks, was squatting between two blokes giving them a double head job. She had cum on her tits so she had been busy. 

About 40 people were in the bar around with about 15 women and the rest men. I couldn't see Jo or Sharon so I wandered over to the bar and got a beer. The beer was free. God life was good. Free beer and naked chicks. When I took a few sips from my ale I noticed at the end of the bar the two girls who had came into the shop earlier that day. I wandered over and saw that the brunettes name was actually Kelly and the tiny blonde was Amy. 




A Hard Day's Night



"Good evening ladies." I said as I checked them out. Kelly was superb. She had on a string bikini top and nothing else. She sat on the stool with her nice trimmed pussy slightly opened and used. Amy had on a pair of black lace French knickers and her little titties were red from sucking.

"So Kelly is your first name then?"

"Yes Marcus it is."

"No wonder the lady at the door was confused." I said. "I thought she might have chucked us out."

"That would have been terrible." Amy said as she reached out and grabbed my cock. "Because then you wouldn't get to fuck Kelly." She squatted down and started pumping at my cock. "You do want to fuck Kelly don't you?"

Kelly had spread her legs apart. "Of course I do." Amy wrapped her delightful lips around my cock and licked and flicked it gently. A cheer came up as one of the blokes that Carmel was blowing shot his load over her face. Another girl whose name I didn't catch ran over and began licking and kissing the cum off Carmel. As Amy licked me Kelly rubbed her moist pussy and slipped a few fingers into herself. To my right I could see the back of a lounge with two men sitting on either side of a woman who looked familiar. Amy was trying to get as much of my cock into her mouth as she could. Kelly was sucking at my nipples and holding Amy's hair as she deep throated me. I reached down and rubbed all over Kelly's sopping slit. Her hair was neatly trimmed and boy was she ready for a fuck. 

"Fuck my pussy." She said. "Fuck me."

Amy heard her and let my cock slide out of her mouth. Kelly inched forward on the stool so that her pussy was right at the edge and at the perfect height for me to slide my dick into her. Amy held my cock against Kelly's pussy lips and rubbed it up and down, slopping Kelly's nectar all over her. With a gentle push my cock slid easily into Kelly and she let out a slow moan as I entered her to the hilt. Amy stood up and began sucking at Kelly's glorious firm tits. I did the gentlemanly thing and put my beer down on the bar and with my left hand grabbed Kelly's left tit and with my right hand I reached around and grabbed a handful of Amy's cute little arse. Amy responded by reaching down and grabbing the base of my cock and rubbing Kelly's clit with her finger as she did so. We both felt Kelly shudder as Amy brushed her clit so Amy applied more pressure to it. I had found my way into Amy's pussy and she was also really wet but alas she had the no rooting sign on so I supposed I had to make do with a feel.

"Here move your legs." Amy said to Kelly. 

Kelly spread her left leg onto the bar stool next to her and Amy slid right in next to us. I almost had the perfect position with Kelly, I could really easily slide into her and she was really getting a work out from Amy. When Bruce came over to the bar he knew what to do.

"G'day mate." He said. "I think you need a hand here." I thought he wanted to fuck Kelly as well but he grabbed another bar stool and grabbing Kelly's right leg he spread her legs wide open and put her foot on the stool. Kelly looked fabulous as she leant against the bar with her legs spread out on two stools and her pussy wide open for all to admire. My cock was like iron as it pumped into her. Amy squatted down again and I pulled my cock out of Kelly and offered it to Amy which she licked with a renewed vigour. I fingered Kelly's cunt as Amy went about her business on my cock. 

"Don't forget about the owner of the business." Bruce said as he came around close to Amy who made no hesitation in grabbing a hold of his cock and pulling him into her mouth. I went back to fucking Kelly when I looked about me and noticed that the lady on the lounge was Irena, Brian the Real Estate Arseholes wife. She had one of the blokes on his knees licking her pussy whilst the other, called Sly, was shoving his cock into her mouth. Brian was over chatting up some brunette in her thirty's. He didn't look like he was having much success. Even if this was an orgy fuckwits still didn't get a root. I held Kelly by her slender waist and really began pumping hard and fast. She squeezed her tits as I fucked her moist gash. Amy was really going to town on Bruce and she was able to swallow him whole without gagging. 

Irene stood up and ordered Sly to sit on the lounge and she quickly mounted his cock and began humping him. Adam was the other bloke and he spat on his cock and lined up Irene's arsehole. He easily slipped into her Russian arse and both the blokes were feverish as they fucked her holes. With her head hanging near the back of the lounge Bruce gave me a nudge as he moved away from Amy and moved towards Irene. I pulled my cock out of Kelly and reintroduced it to Amy's willing mouth. She was very versatile and she managed to swallow me whole. It felt quite bizarre. Not many women can handle it without gagging. 

Irene was more than keen to swallow Bruce's cock and she had a full house as the three of them ploughed into her. she was going right off and Brian, her dickhead husband, wasn't even watching. As I looked at Brian I noticed out of the corner of my eye Sharon and Jo walk into the room. Not surprisingly they were both completely naked. Sharon saw me fucking Kelly so she grabbed the cocks of two blokes that were just standing around watching Irene and squatted down in front of them. She flicked her head back to look at me, smiled, and then slipped a cock into her mouth. 

"Oh fuck yeah." I said to Kelly as the feeling of imminent ejaculation coursed through my body. When Jo came over and revealed her newly shaved pussy to Bruce by whacking one foot on the back of the lounge and spreading her lips apart, I lost it. The cum flew out of my cock into her pussy and Amy, knowing what was happening, forced my cock out and took a few blasts into her mouth. My body was shaking and my knees were weak as she milked my cock. Kelly's pussy was wide open and a glob of cum was oozing out. Bruce had left Irene and was now licking out Jo's hairless pussy on the edge of the lounge. I grabbed my cock back off Amy and dipped it into Kelly's pussy scooping up the cum on my knob. I moved away and gently moved Amy over to Kelly's cunt which she licked and sucked with a vigour. 

"Oh lick me till I cum." Kelly whimpered. I balanced the cum on my knob and moved over to Irene and when she saw it she opened her mouth like one of those clowns at the carnival and I slipped my cock and cum into her mouth. I was enjoying the clean up but I was a bit worried that after the days shagging that my performance was going to diminished. We'd only just got there and I'd shot my load already. Then I remembered what Kylie had said about drugs at the bar. 

Sharon stood up and came over to me as Irene finished me off and took hold of another cock from some bloke called Jeff. "What took you so long?" I asked.

"Jo wanted to surprise Bruce with her new pussy."

"Fair enough"

"I hope that you can get that monster of yours back up again." She said pulling on my cock. 

"No problems, apparently they have some gear available at the bar." I said.

Suddenly Kelly started to scream out in orgasmic bliss. "Oh fuck yeah, oh fuck." Amy nearly had her whole hand up Kelly's twat as she frigged her to a climax. Sharon and I went to the bar and called over Phil the barman. 

"Yeah mate I'd like two beers and some of those helpers that Kylie mentioned."

"You'll only need two" He said. "These will keep you going all night." 

"What's in them?" Sharon asked. 

"Not sure." Phil said. "Only thing I know is that they work and they were made by Gina that little Asian minx over there." He pointed to the girl from the car park who was riding some blokes cock on the leather lounge. "She's a pharmacist." 

"Ok." I said as I picked out two speckled blue and white pills. "Here goes nothing." 

I downed the pills and swallowed them with a swig of beer. 

"It takes about twenty minutes before you'll feel the effect." Phil said. "As for you young lady would you like something to enhance the evening?"

"What do you have?" Sharon asked.

"The ladies favourite is the chocolate hash cookies." He said presenting a platter of slices to Sharon. "They work on so many different levels." 

I watched as Sharon took the largest slice and nibbled at it before she took three big bites and it was gone. My wife is horny when she is straight, when she's ripped she's downright insatiable. 

"That should do the trick." Phil said. "Twenty minutes from now and you'll both be on fire." I took Sharon by the elbow and went for a bit of a walkabout. Bodies were everywhere and nearly all were performing some sort of sex act. The three couples that were near the door when I came in were now two groups of three. On one lounge one lady had a cock up her arsehole and another lady was plunging a dildo into her pussy. On the other lounge another lady had her cunt and arse full of the cocks of the other two men. Erica the tall blonde was crouched over the face of Trev as he lay on the floor. His cock was being sucked by some unknown girl with long black hair. Carmel now had three men around her as she sucked alternate cocks. One of the blokes was fingering her pussy under the tartan skirt. Irene was still being fucked by three men and Brian was chatting up this delicious red head called Bec who was completely naked. 

Around from the bar on another lounge Bruce was sitting down as two girls sucked his cock as they got fucked from behind. Two girls were on the pool table putting a little show on as about seven blokes stood around jerking off. 

"Come around here." Sharon said as she pulled me to a small room with a double bed in the middle. On the bed was Jo lying on her back with a cock in each hand. Her legs were spread wide and her newly shaved pussy was open for all to see. I was drawn instantly to her so I climbed on the bed and ran my hand over her smooth folds. She looked up and smiled as I spread her flaps apart and slipped a few fingers into her. Sharon was next to me and she grabbed my firming cock and slipped it into her mouth. I ran my tongue down Jo's inner thigh and flicked my tongue over her swollen clit. She squirmed and moaned as I pushed down with my tongue onto her pleasure point. 

My cock was now as hard as steel and Sharon had that stoned look about her. I was feeling full of energy and in a terrific mood. Sharon moved away from my cock and moved over to Jo. She stood above Jo before she lay down on top of her so that their two pussies were on top of each other. Sharon sucked the free cock into her mouth and I changed my position so that I was kneeling behind them both. 

It was perfect. I had two pussies and two arses to fuck. I did the right thing and slipped it into Sharon first and as my balls slapped against Jo's cunt she moaned like a cow. I pulled my cock out of Sharon and slid it into Jo and pumped her for a while. I alternated for some time and not only was my cock rock hard but I felt like it would never go down. Jo and Sharon were both sucking on cocks and at times shared the same cock slurping up and down the length of the cock and kissing when they met. I looked around and saw that a bloke called Jim was standing nearby pulling his nine incher as he watched. Behind him was a sensational Italian girl called Mia with long dark curly hair which cascaded down over her shoulders and nearly touched her pert upright bosom. She was sitting on the lounge with her top pulled down around her waist and her nice hairy pussy was just waiting for attention. I knew that I could have Sharon and Jo at any time so I pulled out, called Jim over, and patted Sharon on the shoulder.

"Get ready for this monster." I said to her. She looked over her shoulder at Jim who shook his cock at her to show her the size. Tony, one of the blokes who was getting his cock sucked, pumped his cock and blew a load over Sharon and Jo's faces. His cum dribbled off Sharon's cheek and ran down onto Jo who gathered it in her mouth and gave Sharon a kiss. This sent Ben, the other bloke, off and he too shot his wad over the girls face. They had cum all over themselves and when Jim slipped his mammoth into Sharon she came like a train. 

Mia was just sitting watching the action, gently rubbing her pussy as scene after scene unfolded. I wandered over and sat next to her. I didn't speak, there was really no need. She instinctively opened her legs and as she did so a small glob of cum plopped out of her pussy. I had been thinking of going the growl but I'm not one for eating another man's cum. Fucking a well used pussy, well that's another matter all together. I stood again and offered her my cock which she took in her right hand and licked around the knob. I took my weight on the back of the lounge and reached down and rubbed her clit and greasy pussy lips. She was a talented sucker and she almost got my entire length down her throat. I looked under my arm and saw that Sharon was still getting pumped by Jim except now Jo had slid down and was licking Sharon's clit as he ploughed into her. 

I stood back up straight and after slapping my cock on Mia's face a few times I sat next to her and slapped my thighs. She obligingly threw a leg over me and I slipped my cock into her warm cum filled pussy. Boy was she a goer. She had elastic legs and they bounced up and down like a kangaroo at full speed. Her glorious boobs had small hard nipples and they were a delight to suck, well at least when she slowed down enough for me to lick them. I'm not sure if it was just Mia's rhythmic bouncing or it was just the flow of the night but the music seemed louder and the place was just rocking. All around me people were just madly shagging. 

Lesley was a bit of a rough nut, she had hair that was roughly cut and she had an uncountable number of studs, piercings and tattoos all over her nice but masculine frame. She looked like a rough biker chick. Anyway she was getting fucked in the arsehole by this really thin bloke called Adam who had a really thin dick. This big bloke who had been watching just got up and slipped his cock into her mouth and away she went. The forty year olds way over in the corner now had unfolded the sofa bed and one of the ladies had a cock in each hole, that is mouth, cunt and arsehole, as the other two ladies rubbed their cunts as they watched.

I saw a petite young girl with short brown hair stand up from a lounge and turn towards us. She could have stepped of the set of a teen drama like the OC she was that cute. Her name was Sal and she was completely naked. This skinny small titted babe grabbed two blokes off the couch and came over to our lounge. She knew Mia because when she came up to us she reached down and grabbed my balls making Mia turn around.

"Hi Sal." Mia said. "I see you've found some lads then."

"Oh yeah." Sal said as she sat on the edge of the lounge and pulled the two cocks towards her. She spread her thin legs wide and the blokes had their hard cocks alternately sucked. One of the blokes called Rick moved away from her and stood on the lounge and offered his cock to Mia who took it down her throat. Sal didn't like this so she got Phil off the floor and had him sit on the lounge also. She hopped onto his lap and slid his cock into her and grabbed Rick and forced him back into her mouth. Rick was loving it. He teased the girls with his cock and flicked it from one to the other. Mia had at least slowed her bouncing down and I was now not so desperate to control myself. The girls were good suckers and when Rick blew his load over Sal's face Mia was happy to kiss and lick her face free of cum. 

Mia was back humping me fast and after watching the blue lights flash on the wall I closed my eyes and settled back to concentrate on things other than what was happening around me. I heard strange noises as I sat there. I heard shouting and glass breaking and when I opened my eyes I didn't like what I saw. Police had broken into the club and were in the process of turning everything off. The looks on there faces when they saw what was going on was priceless. The young cops were speechless and several were reorganising their crotches. The lights came on with a blast and everyone just sat there. Mia hopped off and tried to cover her self up.

"Thank you ladies and gentlemen." Came the voice over the intercom. "Would you all please cover yourselves with the blankets and towels we have available and make your way to the front of the building." A young female cop had a box of towels and another fellow had some blankets and they were smiling huge smiles as they handed them out.

"We have had reports of illegal drug use and other infringements here so would you all please form two lines, one female and one male, so that we can transfer you back to the station for questioning." The officer said.

Without question we all made our way out to the cool night air. I looked around and Bruce came up to me and he, like me, was looking for Jo and Sharon. The bus was full and there was still about ten blokes left and still all the women when a Paddy Wagon backed up. The officer opened the door and as he did so Brian. the realtor, began abusing the cops.

"I haven't had a fuck yet." He called out, we all laughed until he grabbed a bottle and began waving it at the police. They all turned and moved towards him and as they did so I saw two hooded figures break out of the women's line and bolt across and leap into the back of the wagon. Bruce and I followed as well as two other blokes and as soon as the officer came back he didn't even look in before locking the door. In the darkened cabin, that was lit by only what light made its way through the air vents and from the window separating the front cabin from the back, we heard a familiar voice.

"Can we come out yet?" Came Sharon's giggling voice.

"Shoosh." Jo said.

"Oh for fucks sake." Bruce said. "What are you two up to."

"We haven't had enough yet." Jo whispered. The two officers were now in the front cabin and the girls stayed covered while the engine started and the wagon moved off. 

"What are you on?" Bruce asked laughingly. "Do you want to fuck in here?" 

"Well why not." Said Sharon as she dropped the blanket back over her head revealing her naked body for all of us to see. "It's OK Jo, lets show these tools how to fuck." Jo dropped her blanket as well and the other two blokes, Paul and Bob looked on in amazement. 

"Move over." Sharon said to me as she moved in between me and Paul. Jo did the same between Bruce and Bob. They each grabbed the cock to each side of them and began pumping. Sharon threw her leg over mine and spread her legs wide. Paul took no time to investigate her depths. Jo did the same and her shaved, moist pussy was occasionally picking up some of the light from the front cabin. I was hard yet again but the bloody wagon was bouncing like a bastard. I looked at the front cabin and the officer in the passenger side was staring at Jo and was tapping on the glass. 

"Now look what you've done." I said.

The wagon pulled over and the the two officers got out. The back door opened and the two smiling officers just stared at the girls.

"How did you two get in here?" The taller one asked but before we could answer the other one said. "Maybe we need to take care of these two ourselves." He said looking at his mate. "My place isn't far away."

"Mmmm, I think the wagon has broken down again." he said laughing. "Let's go."

They hopped back in the front and the wagon took off at even greater speed. I wasn't going to let Sharon suck my cock just in case she bit it off. I had to wait until we got to his house which luckily was a farm house not far from the main highway. When they opened the door we all piled out and the girls didn't even bother with the blankets they just wandered through the yard and into the house. 




A Hard Day's Night



"Take care of the boys while I have a look around." I said to Sharon. The two new boys already had their cocks out and stroking them as the two girls knelt down besides them. I winked at Bruce and he came over to me. 

"Lets see if we can find a camera." I said to him as Paul and Bob luckily blocked the cops view by standing over next to the girls who now had a cock in each hand. We went into the bedroom and I saw a camera bag in the corner near some golf clubs. Inside was an old Pentax K1000 with some film in it. Perfect. We snuck back around the corner and the two cops were so focussed on the blow jobs they were getting they didn't even see me take the shots. I finished the film and then realised my next problem. How to get the film out. I put the camera back and cupped the film in my hand. When we went back in I sat on the lounge and slipped the film under the cushion. Sharon saw me and I began stroking my hardening cock as I watched her suck. She stood up and walked over to me and then stood on the lounge. She bent her knees and spreading her legs, opened her pussy for me to see. I was impressed by the amount of juice that was coating her thighs.

"I've been fucked by many men tonight." She said. "Now it's time to fuck you again." With that she slipped down and slid my cock into her cunt. The copper she was sucking came over stood on the lounge also and Sharon grabbed his cock and sucked away. Bob came over and greased his cock up with some spit. Sharon looked around at him and said, "Yeah Bob fuck my arsehole, fill me with cocks."

Jo was on the floor being pounded by the other cop and Bruce and Paul were slapping their cocks on her face. I myself was very close to cumming and when Bob slid his cock easily into her arse and she began climaxing I also lost it and my final piss weak orgasm for the night barely coated the sides. I knew what she needed and that was a huge load of cum in her pussy and the best people for that were the cops. They at least had a full tank. I got Sharon to hop off and the cop took his place. She quickly pounced on his cock and Bob went back to filling her arse with his pink torpedo. Watching my wife cop it in both holes is the best sight ever and Jo wanted some of it as well. Jo gently pushed her copper off and said to him, "Fuck my arse." 

"Oh yes ma'am." he said in a mock southern US accent. He got up on the lounge and spat on his hand and greased his cock up. Jo sat with her back to him so that we all had a great view of his cock sliding into her arse and her shaven pussy all open and wet for the world to see. His cock took a few goes before it was fully in and when it was the look on her face was sublime. Bruce was as hard as and he lined her pussy up and after rubbing his cock all over her moist slit, slipped it in. "Oh fuck!" Yelled Jo as she lost control and came yet again. "Fuck my cunt, fuck my arse. Fuck my mouth." Paul took over the last part and slipped his cock into her mouth. The girls were the sluttiest I'd ever seen them and it was enough to bring my drug enhanced cock back to life. Sharon was the lucky recipient of my member and although it was as hard as again it had nearly lost any sensation. I knew I'd last all night. And we almost did. The girls got reamed in every possible combination. We had Jo sliding her hand into Sharon's extended pussy as Bruce fucked her arse. We all came over Jo's face and Sharon licked it off. When the copper came in Jo's pussy we all watched a ring of cum appear around his cock like a tidal mark. At about 2.00am it was all over and the two coppers were talking about what to do next. They left to get dressed and I called Sharon over.

"Quick love." I said to her. "Spread your legs for me."

"What's that?" She said as she saw the roll of film.

"Insurance." 

The two officers came back fully dressed just as I'd slipped it into her vacuous slit. 

"We are going to go out on a limb here and take you lot back to the boat house so that you can get your gear and car and go home." I grabbed my towel and we all headed back out to the wagon. We arrived at the darkened venue and saw that the doors were all locked and we had no way of getting our gear. 

"It's OK." I said. "Can we get a lift home then?" I said to the lads. They just nodded in agreement and in about half an hour, that's with Jo and Sharon giving us hand jobs, we were at our house.

"At least we know now where to come for a fuck." Said the driver. The four of us ran quickly into the house and fell about the floor laughing at what had just happened. It was now nearly four in the morning and all four of us stood about naked.

"Well it might be nearly breakfast but I need a beer. Bruce?" I said to him giving him the universal hand tilt gesture. He nodded of course. 

"What about the film canister?" Sharon asked.

"Jo." Bruce answered. "Get it out."

"Lie down Jo." Sharon said rubbing he tits.

Jo did as asked and Sharon squatted over her face, She pulled her cunt lips apart and then sat on Jo's tongue which she had fully extended. After some extra licking of her clit and lips Jo slipped the film out of Sharon's hole. 

"Now if we get hassled by the cops we have something to scare them with." I said wiping the jizz of countless orgasms off the canister. 

"Good thing we work in a photo shop, hey."

After that night the four of us became regular sex partners and a few weeks later the two police officers appeared at the door. We could only be polite and let them in.. and fuck my wife again and again and again...



A Hard Day's Night



Steve and Maxine had been happily married for three years, but their relationship had started a long time before their marriage. As childhood friends, they had done everything together, shared the same toys, the same pets (a cat named Fanny, and a parrot named Donatien); Steve knew Maxine's moods like he knew his own.

So when she came home one night sullen and limping in her glossy black sandals, he knew that she had had a bad day.

"Hey, Max, honey, what's up?"

"Nothing."

Nothing, my ass, thought Steve. Her hair was tied up in a tight ponytail, and the fine baby hairs that fringed her forehead were plastered to her mocha skin with sweat. The shadows under her velvet eyes betrayed her irritation and exhaustion, and the way her lips pressed tightly together told him that at least one of her bosses at the firm had given her a hard time.

With this knowledge, he carefully asked, "Hard day at work?"

Max glared at him and walked out of their living room and up the stairs. Steve could hear her stomping here, slamming this, throwing that -- it was a war zone up there, and it needed to end.

He knew what needed to be done, and he intended to do it to the best of his ability.

He turned off the television, and listened closely for running water. The house was silent for a long time, and in that time Steve proceeded to set up his workspace in the guestroom.

The guestroom was spacious and unfurnished, save for a large bed in a corner, and a chair in the center. 

The bed was a king-sized, velvet cherry wood work of art, with angels carved in high relief up the legs and along the frame. The plush pillows were creamy white, to match the feather-light sheets and the clean walls. The bed ate up a whole side of the room, and the canopy's curtain fell from the ceiling and pooled on the floor like liquefied pearls.

The chair in the center was another cherry wood majesty, with the back rising much higher than the normal person's head; flowers morphed from the edges, and two large leaves converged at the utmost point, which rested directly above the center of the exquisite piece of furniture. The arms of the chair were long enough to comfortably drape legs over them, and they curled into perfect scrolls at the end. This chair faced the balcony, and the lights that hung on either side of the glass portal leading to it.  

It was perfect for what Steve had planned. The only things missing were a stool, some lotion, and a stereo. He carried them all in without a sound, and, upon looking at the room once more, found he was missing candles and sweet almond massage oil. A split second before the shower turned on, he brought the items in and snuck up to the bathroom door.

Maxine eased herself into her tub with a groan. Between getting scolded for misplaced files and scolding her own department for those files, it was a miracle she could make any sound at all. And with all the storming, the stomping, and the running she did that day, not to mention lifting and carrying so many boxes of file folders, she was surprised she made it home, let alone to the bathroom.

"God," she muttered aloud, and she reached up to shut her starch white bath curtains, wincing at the soreness in her arms and lower back. She sunk back and lifted her aching feet up on the edge of the bath tub, and let the sound and feel of running water sooth her.

She was so mesmerized that didn't hear Steve open the bathroom door, sneak in and lock it. 

He tiptoed nimbly to where she rested her head and deftly yanked a stool from the wall to take a seat. He reached for a towel and a bar of soap, and at that moment, Max sat up sharply and looked around. Steve crouched, and held his breath, wondering what Maxine was going to do next.

After a minute, Max lay back and closed her eyes once more with a loud frustrated sigh. Just to be sure, Steve waited a little while longer before resuming his business around the bathroom.

Back when they had bought their house, Steve had asked that dimmers be installed in certain rooms in the house, without Max's knowledge. He'd kept it a secret as long as he could, but eventually, she found out, and she'd been careful to avoid those rooms whenever she was in an angry mood, simply because when she was in an angry mood, she never felt up for a wild romp between the sheets. 

Now, Steve pressed the button, and heard Max sit up and furiously scream, "Steve! Damn it all to hell, your lights are screwing up again!"

A grin flashed across his face and he tiptoed back to his stool. He picked up the towel and the soap, sat down, and whispered, "No, they're working just fine." 

Max jumped, then groaned and rolled her eyes. "Steve, come on, I'm not in the mood, okay?"He made no response; he simply rolled up his sleeves and rubbed the soap and the towel together in the water.

"I'm serious! 

When he still made no response, she grabbed the towel and tried to wrench it out of his hands. He quickly pulled it back, then laughed and said, "Oh stop. Just relax."

He slipped a hand over her shoulder, to let it rest between her breasts, and brushed her hair back away from her face tenderly with his other hand. For a moment, she seemed to relent, and Steve took the opportunity to kiss her collarbone. Her eyes closed, and she leaned her head back onto his shoulder. He could feel her relaxing at his touch, but before he could do what he meant to do, she sat up and said, "I'm tired."

Steve pulled her back firmly, but tenderly, nonetheless, and said, "That's alright; you're not going to be doing any work anyway."

Before she could protest, he picked up the wet soapy towel and began to bathe her.

"Oh, Christ," she muttered, and squirmed until he stopped. "I'm really not in the mood."

He watched her for a moment, then stood up and snapped, "Fine."

Max bit her lip. He was only trying to do something nice and spontaneous. Maybe just a little bit, and then she could shoo him off. 

"Okay! Alright, fine, just a bit."

He stopped at the door, halfway through, and turned to glare at her. "No, I think I'm going to go over to a friend's house, maybe Dan's or Jase's." 

Max scrambled up and tugged him back into the bathroom. She shoved him down on the stool and slipped back into the tub, resting her feet on the edge of the tub closest to him. 

He gave her "The Look." She always loved and hated The Look; it was always such a sexy scrutiny, such a sharp glare, but it also made her feel silly and childish, and not a little irritated.

She wiggled her toes and said, "Come on, get on with it! You know you want to."

"Maybe I'm not in the mood." 

Max rolled her eyes. "Okay, I guess you're not feeling like a man tonight. That's alright. I'll just stay here and enjoy the water, 'cause it looks like that's all I'm going to be enjoying tonight."

She hooked her leg over the edge of the tub and lifted her hips. Steve's eyes locked on her core. His eyes began to smolder, and he wet his lips. He came closer to the edge of the tub.

Seeing his reaction, Maxine rested her hips once more and lifted her leg off the tub's edge, hiding a wince as pain coursed up her legs.

Steve watched her bring her foot down in front of his eyes down to his chest, where it rested with the lightness of a feather. That seemed to remind him of his purpose, for he promptly took her foot in his hand and sucked her big toe. His fingers gently pressed and rubbed, and Maxine indulged in the thrilling sensations. She sunk lower into the tub, and rested her head on the edge of the tub behind her. She watched him eagerly, aroused by the feel of his hands on her sensitive skin, excited by the diligence of his tongue on her toe. 

But when his tongue crossed her instep, she could watch no longer. She lay back, closed her eyes, and slid her hand down to her core for relief. 

Suddenly, Steve stopped. 

"What?" She looked at him, confused. 

"No touching," he said. She stared for a moment. " I told you you wouldn't be doing any work tonight, didn't I? And you'd do well to learn some restraint. So no touching; wait until I finish." 

Maxine's mouth hung open, and her hand remained on her core. Steve sighed and walked out. 

"Wait! Where are you going?" 

He returned with a tie and took both her wrists in his hand. 

"Wait a second," Max snapped, "you can't be serious."

"I am," he said as he tied her hands to the safety bar above her. Because her bath tub was so high, and her safety bar placed in proportion with the steps leading up to the edge of the tub, and not the bottom of the tub itself, her arms were stretched comfortably to the point of very limited movement. She watched him in shock.

"Now, don't move," Steve whispered. He took her other foot and grazed the instep lightly with his teeth. Her eyes shut involuntarily, and she rested her head back against the wall.

He sucked her toes, and massaged her feet, until she all but cried with sexual desperation. 

"Steve, are you done yet?"

"Don't rush me, or I might be tempted to double check my work," he responded deviously.

Maxine bit her upper lip and did her best to stifle a whimper. A deep chuckle escaped his lips, and he rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt. Maxine's eyes shot open. Her voice trembled with anticipation.

"What are you going to do to me?"

That question alone had him grinning so deviously, that the buds on her breasts tightened just by looking at him. 

He plunged his hand under the clear water and began to expertly work her. His thumb worked her clit in quick tight circles, while his index and middle fingers made mean work of her inner path. 

Maxine moaned, closed her eyes, and began to lean her head back. But Steve stopped her with his other hand, catching her chin and forcing her head up. He patted her cheek and clicked his tongue.

"Uh, uh, uh," he chimed," don't close those brown eyes. I want you to look at me. Or watch my hand. But don't --"

Maxine's eyes were wide, locked on his hand and her core. Her moans grew louder, and Steve's voice with it. 

"Don't --"

Maxine came closer and closer to the edge, her moans morphing into incoherent shouts of passion.

Steve was right in her ear, crying out with her. "For the love of god," his voice rose with hers, and just as she came to the finish he pleaded, "don't close your eyes!"

She thrashed, her body bucking under Steve's nifty fingers, and her cries resounded tenfold. Her eyes were half closed, and her brown eyes burned beneath her lids.

"That's it," he whispered. "Good girl."

As her orgasm reached its close, Maxine relented and shut her eyes. Her head fell back against an arm. Steve kissed her swiftly and stood up. 

Maxine worked her mouth, but no sound came for a few seconds. Then: "Steve, are you going to untie me yet?"

"Nope."

Maxine's protest died on her lips as she watched him remove his shirt. His musculature rippled with the smallest movement, and the water that had soaked through his shirt during her thrashing orgasm glistened on his skin like crystals.

Maxine eyed his pants eagerly, but much to her confusion, he sat on the edge of the tub and pulled her out of the water and onto his lap.

She felt her body being stretched as he lifted her hips and left the rest of her suspended and dangling by the tie that bound her wrists to the safety bar. 

"What are you doing?"

"Don't close your eyes," he whispered. "Watch me."

He held her up, hoisted her legs over his shoulders and brought her hips up to his lips. 

"Steve, oh God," she gasped.

He pressed his lips to her swollen clitoris and chuckled. The vibrations sent her spiraling into a sexual frenzy. She wanted desperately to close her eyes, but Steve's eyes were locked on hers, and they smoldered. 

She panted, and moaned, and her head shot back, She forced it back up to watch Steve taste her in full, and the thought of him tasting her drove her mad. Steve began to hum against her, and she gasped. The thrill cut her breathing short, and she froze and tightened. With a sound between a grunt and a scream, she climaxed and relaxed, her voice easing into a moan. Sweat slicked her body and her breast shook with every breath. She tightened once more and squeezed her eyes shut, and came just as he pulled away. 

"How do you feel now," Steve asked gently after a moment of silence, during which he set her down and her moans quieted to whimpers.

She smiled softly and muttered, "Really good, but I think I'd feel better if you gave me my arms back."

"Oh! Right." He laughed and untied her arms. "You must be really sore. Sorry, but you were being uncooperative."

She laughed and nodded. "Yeah, sorry about that; I was in a piss poor mood. I'm going to bathe now. You got me all sweaty." She giggled and winked. 

"Didn't I tell you that you weren't going to be doing any work tonight?" Maxine blinked.

"What?"

"I'm going to wash you. You're going to let me wash you." 

Immediately, she began to protest, but stopped abruptly when he held up the tie. She swallowed and said, "Alright! Okay."

"Good girl. Now, just relax."

Steve looked around for the soap and towel, and proceeded to bathe her. He was gentle, and asked her if the water was warm enough, if he was being too rough. Maxine felt her tension escaping her body, and sunk lower into the tub. 

He caressed her breasts slowly, like an art lover admiring a Picasso. She watched his face, wondering what he was thinking. He caught her staring and kissed her tenderly. His thumb flicked across her nipple, and, in response, Maxine arched her back. His whole hand now held her, and their kiss grew fiercer. When he pulled away, he looked drunk with passion, wild with devotion. One look at her made him need so badly. Knowing this, Maxine cupped his face in her hands, and with a silent imploration, brought him down to her breasts. Obediently, reverently he kissed her, as if each breast was a delicate fig he wanted to taste forever. 

She stroked his head, and groaned as he flicked his tongue back and forth, back and forth over her sensitive skin. Her hands tightened as the sensation grew to be too much to bear, and she whispered his name.

Her voice made him remember what he had been doing, and he proceeded down her body, across her belly, just at her core. She quivered when he got there; she was still a bit dazed from her first two orgasms. But his hands slipped away to her thighs, then her calves, then her feet. 

"Stand," he whispered. She rose slowly, and the water cascaded down her body like sheer cloth. He washed her everywhere, stroking and cleaning with diligence, and admiration at his wife's beautiful body. He turned the showerhead on, and locked eyes with her. Unable to restrain himself, he lunged and kissed her. She clawed at his belt and ripped open his fly, but he stopped her. 

"No working, remember?" He smiled, turned off the showerhead, and carried her into the other room.

When he took her into the guestroom, she looked up at him, confused. "What are we doing here?"

He set her down on the mattress and slipped out of the room. Before she could call him back he returned with a towel.

"Lie down."

She did so. He began to dry her off, and she struggled to keep still. She wanted him; the foreplay, the wait was driving her insane. She sat up and reached for his pants, but he pinned her down.

"No."

"Why?"

"I'm teaching you restraint."

She rolled her eyes and sighed, frustrated and impatient. He finished his task, and flipped her over like a doll.

"Hey!"

He chuckled and kissed the small of her back. "Don't move or I'll tie you down."

She propped herself up and turned around. "What are you going to do?"

He walked to the middle of the room, and the light from the balcony through him into an intense portrait of light and shadow. 

He glanced over his shoulder. "Close your eyes and relax. And lie down."

"Just a minute ago you were telling me to keep my eyes open," she muttered, but complied. She waited for a minute, and then peeked. He was nowhere to be found.

"I'm over here, hon." She looked behind her, and saw him kneeling over her. "Lie down."

She closed her eyes and lay down on the mattress, indulging in its softness. She felt something cool on her back, then felt Steve's hands gently smoothing it on her skin. 

"God," she murmured. If she hadn't relaxed before, she certainly relaxed now. Her sore muscles weren't so sore anymore, and her bad day was locked at the back of her mind, forgotten. As his hands smoothed over her buttocks and her thighs, all Maxine could think about was taking him. She wanted to feel him, not just his hands, but his whole body. As he finished the massage, she rolled over and asked him to take her. His eyes flashed, and she knew he would break. 

"You can't wait?"

"No," she whispered. He lifted her up and carried her to the chair in the center of the room. 

"Don't move." He set her down and left.

She waited for awhile, and the smell of the lotion he used enticed her. He returned with a box.

"Get off the stool."

"Steve!" 

"Do you want me? Then do as I say."

She obeyed like a child, pouting and grumbling, watching him place the box on the chair and open it. He pulled out ropes, then closed the box and said sharply, "Sit down."

"On the box?" She placed her hands on her hips, then squealed when he lifted her impatiently and set her down on the box. He tied each leg to an arm, then tied her arms together and brought the ends of that rope down to her ankles. 

"Now, be a good girl and sit still." He thumbed her clit until she screamed, "I'm almost there!"

When he stopped, she gave an incoherent whine and said, "Please?"

He stepped back and watched her. "I don't think you understand how much thought I put into this."

She put her head back, panting with anticipation. "Then why don't you just leave me here and let me enjoy myself with my fingers."

She looked up at him, knowing this would set him off enough to release her. But he grinned and pressed his thumb to her clitoris. She whimpered. He rubbed until her hips were moving of their own accord, then stopped.

She cried out in frustration and screamed, "Steve, stop!"

"I did!" He laughed.

"What's the matter, scared?" 

He chuckled and said, "Nice try." 

"Fine. Maybe I should find service elsewhere."

Maxine hadn't known the impact of her statement until he was right in front of her, with his pants off and his dick poised like a sword in front of her core. 

"I'll be damned if I don't want to rip you apart and make you eat your own words."

Before she even opened her mouth to say, "do it" he was already inside her, pounding his flesh into hers, growling like an animal defending his territory. She tugged at the ropes binding her hands; she wanted to cling to him, to feel his skin beneath her fingertips, but the ropes made that impossible.

He grazed her shoulder with his teeth, and she moaned piteously. "Steve, go faster," she implored, and like a demon he complied. She screamed with every thrust, and he placed a hand over her mouth to stifle her cries. 

He leaned close and whispered in her ear, "How's that for service?" She mumbled something, and he slowed down.

"What was that?"

She gasped. Every inch of her body felt the sensation of each slow impalement. 

"Yeah, I'll bet you can't find this kind of service anywhere."

Again, she mumbled.

"Tell me; are you in the mood now?"

Maxine took a deep breath and whispered, "Oh, yes."

"Good girl."

He slammed against her and she threw her head back. He immediately picked up the pace; she bit his shoulder, then leaned back and howled. 

"Steve, go faster!" Their shouts melted to incoherent cries; Steve gripped her thighs tightly, and nestled his face into her neck; Maxine's hair was plastered to her face, and her mouth hung open. Her scream cut off abruptly when she climaxed, and as she gasped for air, Steve grunted and came. He kept pile driving into her long afterwards, ignoring her when she squealed, "Wait!" 




A Hard Day's Night



That was all good and well, because she didn't want him to wait either. Each thrust was delicious, and erased the last remaining memories of her bad day. She could barely think of the words coming out of her mouth, much less her anger at her department.

She came again, and again, and again, until tears sprung from her eyes and her limbs shook. Steve pulled away from her, but by no means released her. He stood in front of her, hands on his hips, his manhood standing at attention, dripping with her fluid and his. 

"Ready for the final round?" His eyes were devious.

"You bet. Question is, are you ready?"

He tore the ropes off her and carried her to the bed. He pushed her face down onto the mattress, ready to take her, when he heard her snore.

For a moment, he sat there, stunned. Then, he threw his head back and laughed to tears. He turned her on her side, gently pulled the covers out from under her, and draped them over her.

Before he left to take care of business, he kissed her cheek and stroked her hair, wondering if she would mind staying home the next day.



A Hard Days Night



Another dark alleyway behind another seedy bar. Suzi, once more on her knees, a traveling salesman’s dick in her mouth. Maybe this was the one that would bring her the reward that she converted. Suzi knew that she was being watched as she sat in the bar looking for some poor miserable wretch to buy her a drink in the hope that she would go back to their motel for ten minutes of sordid fumbling before a night lying awake listening to their nasal rumblings. This guy out of Salt Lake thought his luck had changed. One drink and she was out the back sucking him like his wife of twenty years used to do twenty-one years ago. Just for a moment Suzi lost her focus, she had just slipped a finger into her wet pussy when a sound behind her distracted her – it was too late as she felt a rush of sticky semen pump into her mouth. The idiot muttered something as he zipped up his pants and pushed passed her. Was that the one? Had she missed out for the night? Suzi rushed out into the light. A couple of guys made there was into the bar – but no sign of her lover. She knew she was being watched but when would she get lucky. The worst night had meant her sucking seven guys – seven mouthfuls of slime – seven muttered thanks – and after the seventh – stopped by the Cops for a faulty tail light. Traveling dick had made it three for tonight – please not another seven.

Another bar, another beer, another married guy pretending to be single. This one was about thirty – at a conference about plastics or something equally as dull. He actually made her laugh at one point – that was a first for the night. Out the back by the Trash Cans, Plastics man with his pants round his ankles – Suzi always pulled them right down. Figured that if they got nasty it would give her a head start, he would have to pull them up before they could run after her. Plastic man had him head back, eyes closed, fingers gripping the brick work as if he was likely to fall off the world. Suzi felt a shudder – not again! Finger and thumb gripped his shaft and squeezed until the building pressure eased. Not another quick draw merchant. 

Then it happened Suzi felt firm hands on her shoulders. A gently stroke of the hair told her it was time. Slowly rising up, concentrating so as not to miss a shaft of the cock in her mouth Suzi positioned herself with her legs slightly apart, legs straight and bent at the waist so that she could still engulf his cock. Plastics mans cock had swollen noticeably; Hmmm maybe he had a gay tendency. Had the hard phallus about to tear into Suzi’s innermost parts had turned him on? 

Suzi felt her lover squat down behind her. The feeling of her skirt being pushed up almost made her miss a beat with plastics man – she must concentrate. The key to the fun was for all three of them to cum together. A tongue found its way quickly into her pussy searching, tasting, and testing to make sure that she was ready for penetration and quick flick over her anus transferred enough of her juice to make penetration of her ass less painful. 

Then she felt it happen. The large cock forced its way deep into her – foreplay was over – it was time to get fucked. Plastics man would not hold out much longer. Slowly the cock withdraw, and then was trust deep in again – almost enough to lift her off her feet. Twice, three, four times it tore into her then if slipped out. Suzi braced herself for the searing pain that was about to come. Suzi felt the tip probe round her ring – then it happened as all eight inched slip quickly into her anus. The cock paused then slip slowly back out – it was toying with her – she felt he muscles relaxed having fended of the intruder. Then it was back hard, fast and deep – Suzi was cumming – the next attack would push her over the top – she must make Plastics man cum, she sucked fast and hard still he held out. Only one thing for it – suck hard, deep and ram a finger deep into his ass – makes then shoot every time. The tip of his cock was touching the back of her throat, she was sucking so had he might turn inside out and finger – one, two , three ram. Suzi gagged as the cum flowed, her knees buckled as the wave of pleasure hit her, leaving her so weak that the only thing keeping her up was the cock deep in her ass. But had her lover cum – oh yes, the heavy breathing and slow wail gave her the answer. Suzi came back to reality as Plastic man started he haul up his Jeans. She turned and wrapped her arms around the neck of her lover. Thank you she whispered and slowly reached down and gripped the beast that had finished her off. She felt her juices all over its long plastic form. Suzi slid her fingers beneath and found what she was looking for – her lovers wet hot cunt still sore from the strap on dildo had rubbed had against her mound. Thank you she whispered …



A Hard Day's Night



Another click of the mouse. Another website. Sandy scanned through the text, reading hints that she almost knew by heart. "Try to go to sleep at the same time each night and get up at the same time each morning." "Avoid caffeine, nicotine, and alcohol late in the day or at night." "Make sure you eat dinner at least 2 to 3 hours before bedtime." "If you can't fall asleep within 20 minutes or don't feel drowsy, get up and read or do something that is not too active until you feel sleepy."

There wasn't a hint anywhere that said, "If you still can't sleep and it's two o'clock in the fucking morning, sit up and stare blearily at the fucking computer looking at useless goddamned websites about insomnia that don't do a goddamned motherfucking thing to help until you're ready to start sobbing and screaming at the FUCKING WALLS!" But Sandy was doing it anyway. 

Another click of the mouse. Another website. This one mentioned sleeping pills, aromatherapy, herbal supplements. Sandy had tried them all. She just wound up getting too drowsy to move, while not being able to sleep any better than she ever did. It was worse than the insomnia. The effects of the drug left her feeling like a prisoner in her own body while she lay there, awake with her eyes half-shut and her limbs loose and rubbery.

That was if they worked at all. Sandy had bought a few "herbal supplements" that had been about as powerful as chamomile tea, and about ten billion times worse tasting. She'd known they weren't going to work even before she'd bought them, but when it's three o'clock in the morning and you're up for the third straight week, when getting a good night's sleep is like a second fucking job you don't even get paid for, well...Sandy had been desperate. And that had been a week and a half ago.

Another click of the mouse. Another website. Warm milk? Sandy was firmly in the grip of industrial fucking insomnia, bloodshot eyes and mood swings and nerves shot to hell, and they had the nerve to recommend warm milk? It took a considerable amount of Sandy's waning self-control to keep from punching her monitor. She settled for grabbing a pen and flinging it across her bedroom as hard as she could.

Another click of the mouse. Another website. This was all about medical options. She'd already been to a doctor, he'd given her the same bullshit advice she'd gotten from the useless fucking websites. (Sandy sat there for a long moment, trying to remember a time when she wasn't so frazzled that her internal monologue consisted entirely of profanity. She couldn't do it.) All she wanted was a prescription for something that really knocked her on her ass, something better than the over-the-counter crap. But he hadn't given it to her. Just the memory nearly brought tears to Sandy's eyes. (Then again, right now, noticing a loose thread in her nightgown nearly brought tears to her eyes. Had she mentioned that her nerves were absolutely fucking shot?)

Another click of the mouse. Another website. This one mentioned hypnosis. Yes, because she could obviously hire a hypnotherapist to show up at her house at two o'clock in the morning and...hang on. She scrolled down a bit further. "For best results," the page said, "you should listen to these recordings only when you are ready to sleep. Do not listen to these hypnotic inductions while operating a motor vehicle." Recordings. Something she could listen to right here, right now. Something that promised to help.

Sandy had tried listening to 'soothing recordings' before, but they'd always been useless crap like "the sound of the rain in the forest", or "waves on the beach". But this...she skimmed through the disclaimers a bit further. These people were actual professional hypnotists, they had credentials and everything. They seemed to really know what they were talking about, and they were saying that listening to these recordings could put you into a hypnotic trance...and that the journey from trance to sleep was just a hop, a skip, and a jump away. Just the thought of being able to sleep, really sleep instead of lying in bed in abject exhaustion with sleep always just out of reach...if this worked, Sandy would never stop thanking these people.

They had four different recordings on the site: Male Voice/Male Subject, Male Voice/Female Subject, Female Voice/Male Subject, and Female Voice/Female Subject. Sandy clicked on the last of the four boxes; she'd read somewhere that female voices were supposed to be more soothing or something.

Clicking the link brought up a page of instructions, and a little notice from Firefox that told her it was downloading "sleepytimeff.mp3" to her hard drive. While it downloaded, she read the instructions (since that seemed to be an acceptable alternative to grabbing her monitor and shaking it while shouting, "Transfer the file faster, you useless hunk of crap! I want to sleep!")

"While the file is downloading," the site read, "get yourself a candle and find a safe place to put it where you can see it from your bed." Sandy stood up and looked around. A candle? She knew that some women liked to have candles all over the house for decoration, but she'd always preferred those little decorative fountains instead. (She tried putting one of those in her bedroom for a while, back when the insomnia had first kicked in. Figured it'd help her drift off to sleep. All it had done was make her need to pee.)

She headed downstairs, racking her brains in an effort to think of where she might have a candle. She found the decorative candlestick that Aunt Gladys had willed to her, the one she'd loved as a little girl, but there was no candle to put into it. Three blackout flashlights, a pack of matches, and a cigarette lighter from back before she quit smoking, but no candles anywhere. "Goddammit!" she cried out, startling the cat.

She went back upstairs and sat back down in front of the computer. Maybe there was another set of recordings somewhere, ones that didn't require a candle. Maybe she could start a new search for "insomnia + hypnosis", find someone else that could help, maybe she could...oh, fuck it. Sandy grabbed a shirt and pulled it on over her nightgown, following it with a pair of sweatpants. She probably looked like hell, but the people visiting a Wal-Mart at 2:30 AM always looked terrible, right? Not that Sandy really knew. She normally was sound asleep at this time of night. But "normal" had left the building a month ago.

She drove the ten miles to Wal-Mart with an almost paranoid caution; Sandy might not be able to sleep, but that didn't mean she felt particularly awake, either. The last thing she needed was a cop pulling her over in the middle of the night for reckless driving. In her current state, she'd probably wind up getting arrested for assaulting an officer. Then again, at this point Sandy felt like she was willing to take a nightstick to the back of the skull if it meant getting to sleep.

After pulling into the parking lot, she wandered up and down the aisles like a zombie for several long minutes, trying to figure out where exactly they kept candles. 'Home Furnishings'? 'Hardware'? 'Cheap Decorative Shit For People Who Have Too Much Free Time On Their Hands, Because They Don't Work A High-Pay, High-Stress Job That's Also Kept Them From Having Any Kind Of Social Life For The Last Three Years'? (Okay, that was the insomnia talking again. Sandy loved her job. Stressful? Yes. Busy? Yes. But she'd been a partner at the firm for over a year now, and if that was enough to cause insomnia, surely she'd have gotten it before now?)

Candles! "Oh, thank you sweet and merciful God," Sandy whispered, not even caring if anyone heard her. Because candles meant that she could listen to this recording, and listening to this recording meant that she could get hypnotized, and getting hypnotized meant sweet, blissful, restful sleep! She practically sprinted to the checkout aisle with them.

The woman working the checkout aisle looked pretty much exactly like Sandy had always pictured late night Wal-Mart employees--doughy, sullen, and with an expression of vague contempt on her face. Sandy handed over the candles without a word, and the cashier scanned them in silence. "Twelve twenty-five," she said after a brief pause, her voice making it clear that the words were a necessity of her job, not an attempt at social interaction.

Sandy fished around in her purse for her wallet. "Crap!" she hissed out, transfixed with sudden terror at not finding it. Had she left it back at home? Why would she do that? What kind of an idiot do you have to be to leave your wallet...her heart unclenched as she finally found it, nestled snugly near the bottom next to an old tube of mascara. With a sheepish smile, Sandy pulled out her debit card and paid for her purchase.

It was 3 AM by the time Sandy got home, but on the plus side, the file had completely downloaded. Hopefully, it wouldn't take more than a few minutes for the recording to send her to sleep. She'd already decided that if it worked, she wasn't going to set the alarm. Saturdays at the office weren't mandatory anyway, and if she could get one decent night's sleep, she'd be able to get twice as much done on Sunday. And if it worked once...the thought of endless nights of soothing, dreamy sleep tantalized Sandy as she set up a small TV tray at the foot of her bed, then placed the candle into the candlestick and set both on the tray.

She looked at the site one last time before starting the mp3. Candle...got it. Get in bed, undressed and ready to sleep...Sandy pulled the shirt and sweatpants back off. After a moment of indecision, she shucked off the nightgown as well, leaving herself totally nude. Got it. Light the candle...Sandy smacked her own forehead in irritation, then raced downstairs for the matches. With trembling fingers, she struck one and held it to the wick. For a brief moment, she was terrified that it wouldn't light, that she'd gotten a bad box and she'd have to go back to the Wal-Mart and return them and she'd be gone for another half-hour before she could even think of crawling into bed and...no! It lit! Sandy almost clapped her hands together in glee before realizing that she still held a lit match.

She blew it out and walked back over to the computer. Lit candle, ready for sleep, all she had to do now was click play and get in bed. With one last, tiny, desperate prayer to whatever gods cured insomnia, Sandy clicked the mouse.

"Hello," a soft, feminine voice said. Just the tone of it sounded like music to Sandy's ears. The woman sounded confident, but soothing at the same time. Like she knew that Sandy would fall asleep listening to her, like there wasn't a shadow of a doubt in the world that she could put Sandy to bed. "This recording is designed to put you into a hypnotic trance, one that you can use to send yourself to deep, relaxing sleep." Sandy sighed happily at the thought.

"Please make sure that you are lying down, either in your bed or in a place where you will be able to sleep comfortably." With a start, Sandy realized that she'd been so intent on the woman's voice that she'd forgotten to get into bed. That had to be a good sign, right? She hopped into bed as the woman's voice said, "You should have a lit candle placed where you can see it easily, without needing to strain your neck. If your candle isn't lit, or isn't placed in a good position, go ahead and adjust it now." Sandy looked down, seeing the candle's flame dance and flicker in the dim light. She let her head sink back a bit into the pillows. Nope, no problems here. Sleep, here we come!

"There," the woman said after a bit of a pause. "Now you can see the candle, and stay very relaxed and comfortable. I want you to take just a moment to look at that candle, just watch the flame and nothing else. Concentrate completely on the warm, gentle flame and listen to my voice. We're just going to do a simple, progressive induction, just something that lets you relax your body completely and gets you ready for sleep. It's very easy. All you need to do is just focus your attention on the candle and let my voice tell you what to do. You'll probably find that you won't even notice my voice after a bit. You'll just find, as you stare at the candle, that it takes up more and more of your attention, and that you're relaxing easily...and naturally...and completely. Doesn't that sound nice?"

Sandy nodded before she realized that it wasn't like the recording could actually see or hear her. But she just felt such a rapport with this woman, with that wonderful soothing voice, that it was hard to remember that she wasn't actually there in the room with Sandy. That Sandy didn't even know who had made the recording, whose voice she was listening to. All Sandy cared about was that it was working, that this woman was going to help her sleep. The fact that she was responding to the voice without thinking made Sandy happy, it meant that she wasn't thinking clearly anymore. It couldn't be that long before not thinking clearly became not thinking at all, right? And that meant she could finally sleep.

"Now, as you stare deeply at the candle, I want you to feel the muscles in your feet. Feel them relaxing, all on their own, as you watch the candle. Feel the tension, the stress just drain out of those muscles, leaving them nice and loose and relaxed. Your feet are relaxed...and because this is a progressive induction, that means that same relaxation is just going to progress right up past your feet to your calves. You don't need to do anything about it, you don't need to do anything but watch the candle and listen to my voice. You're finding that my words are just passing into your head so easily, now, and that you don't really need to think about them at all. Your feet relaxed without needing to do anything, your calves relaxed without needing to do anything, just because I said that they would. The more you listen, the more relaxed you become. And you want to be relaxed more than anything, don't you?"

Sandy nodded again, and this time she barely even tried to chase the elusive thought of how silly it was to nod to a...a...the woman started talking about her fingers and hands, and Sandy quickly found that the soft, peaceful sensations spread up her arms the same way they were spreading up her legs, and it made her stop wondering what she was wondering about. She didn't want to think anymore. Thinking was what kept her awake. She didn't want to be awake, so she didn't want to think. She just wanted to stare at the candle and relax.

Sandy realized with a start that she'd lost track of the voice. It had just been going on, so soft and comforting, so relaxing that it wasn't until the voice had actually said, "...and you might find that you're losing track of my voice," that Sandy had recognized that she was losing track of the voice. But the next words from the recording had been, "That's alright. That's perfectly natural. That's a sign that you're sinking into a warm, deep trance, and that's a good thing." Sandy breathed a soft sigh of relief. "You don't need to think about it at all. Your deepest self will remember everything I say, so you can just let my words pass into your sleepy mind, hearing without listening, and let go completely into trance."

Sandy realized that she was doing just that, her mind going completely blank for long stretches as she listened to the voice without really even noticing what it was saying. She realized that she was just relaxing and listening and going blank and empty, and she embraced the notion like a soft teddy bear. Her monitor had gone into sleep mode now, leaving the room lit only by the glow of the candle, the glow that had become Sandy's entire world. The glow and the voice and that warm, soft, dreamy relaxed feeling that had spread all the way up to her chest and all the way up to her thighs and...

"And now you realize that there's just one place that's not quite relaxed yet. Now that your mind has quieted completely, my dear, now that your body has become still and soft and totally melted into my voice, you can feel that tension, right there. Right there between your thighs. That's the tension that's been keeping you from sleeping. You've been wanting to sleep so badly, but your body's been whispering to you, whispering that insistent need, the need for pleasure. You've just been too distracted to hear it. But I've helped you hear it. I've helped you find that need, that arousal that's growing even more powerful now, the tension building inside your hot, aroused pussy. Now that you feel it, you're wondering how you could ever have missed it, aren't you?"

"yss..." Sandy whimpered. She hadn't noticed it at all until the voice mentioned it, but now the tingles of arousal coming from her pussy were practically impossible to ignore. She wanted to reach down and slip her fingers into her pussy, massage the hot, slippery wetness until she finally released all that tension, but her arms felt too relaxed and limp to move. All she could do was gently writhe between the sheets, a prisoner in her own body. The sensation seemed familiar somehow, but unlike the drugs and sleeping pills, this time Sandy had help. The voice.

"Yes, of course, and now that heat is building even further, even deeper and more intense as you listen to my voice. It's that arousal that's keeping you from sleep, and you want so badly to cum now, you want to just let yourself go and feel that overwhelming pleasure as it courses through you and you can finally coast over the edge into orgasm, and then past orgasm into deep, restful, relaxed and wonderful sleep. But you can't, not so long as you're so horny, not so long as you're so needy." Sandy let out a little whimper of frustration and lust.

"It's okay," the voice said. "It's alright, I'm here. You never need to worry about anything, not while I'm here. I'll help you. Just keep listening to my voice. You've gotten so good at listening to my voice, now. I know you want me to help you cum. I know you need me to help you cum. I know you trust me to help you cum."

Sandy was practically moaning now, her jaw slack and a trickle of drool dribbling down her cheek. For an instant, she wished she'd chosen the male voice for this, wanting to hear a man whisper erotic thoughts into her ears as she lay relaxed and helpless on the bed, but she was too horny to care anymore who it was that talked her over the edge into orgasm. She just needed to cum, needed to cum and sleep and the voice would give that to her, and she would be so grateful. "So grateful, you'll know you can trust me completely, you'll be so happy to trust me completely and utterly once you cum for me."

Sandy gasped sharply in arousal. She just wanted to cum for the voice, she wanted to obey the voice because the voice was so helpful, she would trust it and obey it and give into it completely because the voice was the source of pleasure, the source of relaxation, the voice gave her everything she needed and wanted so she knew she needed to...

"...obey, must obey me completely, and the more you obey the more pleasure you feel. Just listen to my voice as your hand begins to move all on its own, moving under my control down to your wet, hot, needy cunt and rubbing your clit..." Sandy's moans were loud and uninhibited now in the empty house as she felt her fingers rub, slick with her own lubrication. "And you feel better now, your hand obeyed and it gave you pleasure, your mind obeys and it gives you pleasure, you're lost in the pleasure and you're feeling so good and so happy and you're so close to the edge, so close to sex and sleep and everything you need, everything you want and all you have to do is obey, when you obey completely you'll cum so hard, sleep so deep, just as soon as you let your mind go completely and obey, you know you want that, so close now, so very close, just about ready to give in and...now. Cum, obey, cum, obey..."




A Hard Day's Night



Sandy's pussy clenched around her fingers in a massive, intense orgasm that seemed to blank out her will completely. She thought for a moment that she might have heard her own voice, chanting, "cum, obey, cum, obey," in unison with the voice, but her eyes closed and her mind rocketed down into the deep blackness of sleep before she had a chance to really think about it.

*****

When she awoke, bright sunlight was streaming down through the curtains, and the candle had melted down to a stub. She looked at her alarm clock. 11 AM. And Sandy felt...she felt refreshed, alive, alert, rested for the first time in weeks. She felt like a brand new person. That recording had been wonderful! She couldn't even remember when she'd fallen asleep, it had worked so well. Felt like she'd just started it playing before her eyes had slammed shut. God, that was wonderful. She'd have to listen to it every night if it did the job that well.

Sandy hopped out of bed, a new spring in her step. "First things first," she said, heading for the shower. She smelled like she'd been masturbating all night or something. Probably had a hot dream, or something. Only to be expected, listening to a beautiful female voice as she fell asleep. Not that Sandy was into girls or anything, but if the owner of that voice looked as good as she sounded, Sandy would probably go gay for her. At least for a few hours.

When she got out of the shower, Sandy sat back down at the computer. The mp3 had finished playing, of course. Sandy blinked for a second when she noticed that it had only finished playing a few minutes ago--she hadn't looked at the run time when she'd started it, but it was a full eight hours long. For a moment, Sandy wondered briefly what had been playing while she slept, but she had more important things to think about.

Like looking on that website for the email address of the girl who recorded it. Sandy wanted to let her know just how grateful she was.

THE END