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A Mini

By: jes_da_man



Written in collaboration by
jes_da_man & LittleOne

Wednesday, October 24, 2001 - 6:27:49 AM

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A Mini - Part One.

She knew he was coming home soon but his exact arrival time wasn't known. Traffic, last minute emergencies, final phone calls could all make him later than either of them wanted. However, they were both anxious to be together again and fulfill their needs, both physical and emotional.

She thought of the last time they talked on the phone and the memory made her clit twinge. The phone sex they had was unreal! She never would have dreamed she could be so ultimately turned on by a voice or that she could make any man so hot over the phone. What they had was unique and without it they might have gone crazy with unfulfilled passion when they were apart. Still, as nice as phone fucking was, she was more than ready for the real thing and she knew he was too.

As soon as he informed her that he was coming home she immediately rearranged her schedule so they could have some uninterrupted time together. Now that it was just a matter of hours before she would feel his naked body next to hers she was having a very hard time controlling her urge to masturbate. The more she tried not to think about the throbbing she felt in her pussy the stronger it reminded her that she was horny as hell! She knew she could cum now and again later but she really wanted to save all her pent up passion for him.

An hour went by, and she tried to stay busy but her clit wouldn't allow her to forget how much she wanted him. Even her nipples were in a constant state of hardness! She looked at the clock and decided she could stand the torture no more, so she went to the bedroom for a so called "mini', just to calm herself down, knowing this wouldn't diminish the intense orgasms she would have with him later.

Taking the dildo and vibrator out of the night stand drawer, she lay down on the bed and spread her legs. In anticipation of what she was about to do, she could feel her pussy getting even wetter than it had been before. Then spreading her labia, exposing her swollen clit she had no trouble inserting the artificial cock in her cunt. 

"Ahhhh... that feels sooo good!" she moaned out loud.

Brushing her fingers across her clit, she flinched and knew it wouldn't be long before her body exploded in orgasm. But she wanted to wait just a little while. She let her pussy rhythmically squeeze the dildo several times as she lay naked on the bed and thought about the times he had watched her do this while he stroked his cock. The image she formed in her mind made her groan with immense desire for him.

Pussy juice was now flowing freely from her cunt and she felt it trickle down the crack of her ass, and slowly traverse over her asshole, before it dripped onto the sheet beneath her slightly raised buttocks. Immediately, this gave her an idea. She reached into the night stand drawer and got out another dildo and decided to put it in her ass.

Rolling over on her side with the first dildo firmly buried in her pussy, she rubbed her own juices all around her asshole with her fingers, and then gently began slipping one of them in and out of it. The feeling was intense.

When she felt that the muscles of her anus were relaxed enough she began pushing the second dildo into her tight anal hole. There was some resistance at first but soon she felt the fullness of her ass being fucked by the rubber cock. She wanted to cum but also wanted to enjoy this unique feeling for as long as she could.

This was something she couldn't wait to tell him about and she was sure he would volunteer to replace one of the artificial dicks she had inside her body. The dildo in her ass was a vibrating one and that movement added to the intense sensation she was feeling. She loved the feeling of being fully fucked and found herself fingering her clit faster and faster. This was going to be a very intense orgasm for sure!

Inadvertently, she wondered what kind of picture she made there on the bed with dildos crammed in her pussy and anus. She wished he could see it.

Her eyes were shut as her mind was concentrated on the new and wonderful feelings her body was experiencing. She wanted this to last!

END OF 'A MINI.' - PART ONE.

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A Mini - Part Two.

Coming within the last two miles of reaching their home, he couldn't help but think about her and hope she was feeling as horny as he was. The last time they were on the phone, he swore that he shot a load big enough to fill a coffee cup and although it felt good, it wasn't the same as filling her hot wet pussy with his cum.

His dick reacted as these thoughts went through his head and he noticed the speedometer needle was on the rise too. Better slow down, he thought to himself, because getting a speeding ticket would only increase the time before he could be in her arms. And that was the very last thing he wanted happening.

Finally he turned into the driveway and once again he felt is cock twitch in anticipation of her waiting arms. He was so anxious to see her that he left all his gear behind and hurriedly put his key in the lock of their front door. Expecting to find her in the living room, he was a bit puzzled when she wasn't there.

He started toward the kitchen but stopped when he heard a noise coming from the bedroom. Walking toward it he stopped at the door and couldn't believe his eyes! There she was, nude on the bed with her ass and pussy filled full of toys. She was fingering her pussy with such energy and vigor that he knew she was about to cum in a big way.

She was so intent on self pleasure that she hadn't realized he was there so he quickly got out of his clothes and approached the bed. Not wanting to frighten her, he slowly leaned down and gently kissed one of her large breasts. Although she was momentarily startled she didn't stop fingering her clit and he knew she was still very close to cumming.

Without a word he lowered his mouth to her pussy and began eating her out with vengeance. The taste of her pussy juices aroused him immediately and as she put his now totally erect cock in her hand to stroke it he knew he would cum soon too.

He licked and sucked her clit while he replaced one of her hands with his. Without skipping a stroke, he gripped the end of the dildo that protruded from her pussy, and began fucking her fast and hard with the toy, and immediately, he heard her scream and beg for more. Her intensity and enthusiasm turned him on so much!

While she squeezed and stroked his cock he continued to hungrily suck her clit and rapidly push the dildo in and out of her wet pussy. Suddenly they both were at the point of no return. The faster he fucked her twat, the harder she squeezed and stroked his manhood.

He felt the fluid in his balls begin to rush toward the tip of his cock, and she knew her pussy was about to explode in an immense orgasm. The intensity was unbearable as they both reached their peak and their bodies shuddered together in unison, for what seemed like hours...

Finally able to move, he turned himself around on the bed beside her, and they wrapped their arms around each other. As they kissed and caressed one another, they slowly drifted off into a much needed slumber, which neither one of them fought, for they both knew that they had a long night filled with passion ahead of them.

Besides, they would both reach many heavenly orgasms before the light of day was finally able to catch up to them...

END OF 'A MINI.' - PART TWO.

A Minivan



A minivan. Kelly couldn't believe it when they told her at the counter that she was going to be driving around all weekend in a minivan. Normally she wouldn't have cared, a fact that was painfully obvious by the absolute piece of shit that got her to and from college each day. The car was a heap of random parts, countless minor fixes, mismatched paint jobs and an orchestra's worth of odd noises. There was no guarantee that'd it make it to the highway nevertheless the needed 150 miles down it. So she had bit the bullet and made a rental reservation for a nice, cute, economy sized vehicle. Not the hulking space ship that she found her self behind the wheel of in the rental shop's parking lot.

She had tried flirting. She changed her tone of voice from pissed to playful. And while running her hands through her short, light brown hair she threw out what she thought was a real gem, "I just don't know if I'd be able to handle something . . . that big." But this was only greeted with another "I'm sorry ma'am." After 15 minutes of changing tactics with no success she decided she had no choice but to deploy the nuclear option. "There's really nothing you can do?" she cooed and started to slowly lean over the counter. Kelly never wore a bra. The only one she owned was purchased for a very short-lived high school volleyball career. This was not to say that she was completely flat on top. She had amazing perky tits; a fact that the boys who had been lucky enough to see them told her repeatedly. "Like I don't know," she would giggle to her self as their hands covered them and their fingers played with her tiny nipples.

Kelly didn't often use her unclad breasts to win favors or influence others. There had been a few times: weaseling out of a speeding ticket, weaseling into a nightclub. She didn't like to do it. She was proud of her body; she worked out and ate healthy. Using it in that way, to get stuff, made her feel like a cheap stereotype. Like those girls at the bar who parade around in next to nothing, shoving men's faces into their cleavage for a free drink or two or five. But this was different. This was an emergency. So she leaned over and hoped that somehow the neck of the bulky sweatshirt she had mistakenly put on (how would she have known it was going to come to this?) would fall just right. The cashier looked at her and she saw his eyes slowly moving their way down. There was hope she thought and just as she started to give her self a mental high five for not wearing a t-shirt that morning the door on the bell rung, the cashier's eyes darted up and she knew all hope was now lost. She grabbed the keys off the counter and walked past the elderly couple that had just walked in. The elderly couple she was sure was about to get into HER nice, cute economy car.

If only she had brought Jessica she thought as she pulled out of the parking lot in her rent-a-tank. Kelly had met Jessica in an intro to philosophy class. The same class she had met James in. Kelly, Jessica and James had hit it off sitting in the back row of the lecture hall making jokes at the expense of the poor TA who had a hilarious way of closing his eyes and scrunching up his face when he lost his train of thought. He also sweated more than anyone they had ever seen. Jessica was also the one who had encouraged Kelly to "go for it" with James after she grew tired of Kelly's constant gushing over him. Unfortunately just as she built up enough courage to do so he built up enough courage to transfer to a new school, a 150 miles away.

It was also at Jessica's insistence that Kelly take the trip that she about to embark on. According to Jessica there was nothing more romantic than a surprise visit. Kelly had picked up the phone on numerous occasions, even dialing almost all of the numbers of James' cell number before hanging up with the hope that Jessica was right. This was most definitely a trip outside of her comfort zone. Every since Kelly was old enough to write she was doing so in a date book. Kelly enjoyed making and following schedules. They brought her a feeling of comfort. As did lists. The night before as she packed she crossed off each item on her "TO PACK" list as she nervously put it in her suitcase. Toothbrush? Check. Sweater? Check. Lacy garter belt and stockings that Jessica had helped her pick out? Check.

She didn't know for sure but she had a feeling that if Jessica had been with her at the car rental office she wouldn't be driving to pick her up right now in her worst nightmare. Jessica had agreed to come after the third hour of Kelly's begging. Normally Kelly would be worried bringing another woman with her, especially one that looked like Jessica. Jessica was beautiful with long, dark brown curly hair that actually bounced when she walked. They were about the same height but while Kelly was athletic and lean Jessica was full of curves. Her hips and ass always filled her skin tight jeans perfectly and she had a pair of huge tits that were constantly on display in whisper thin tank tops. Kelly felt safe bringing Jessica because she had been dating Dean since high school. Besides she thought if things didn't go as planned with James Jessica being there might dull the awkwardness. Jessica had a way with people. She got them to come out of their skin. She got Kelly to put down her lists and schedules every now and again. It had been Jessica whispering in Kelly's ear to use the nuclear option at that nightclub. Kelly just figured that Jessica would have known exactly what to say to have gotten a different car. She sighed as she pulled into the dorm parking lot and saw Jessica explode into laughter. 

"I'm screwed."

"Nah Nah," Jessica replied through stifled giggles. "It's got a certain . . . what's the word I'm looking for? Well it'd definitely got a lot of room." And with that she burst back into laughter. 

"That's it, never mind." Kelly said throwing up her hands. And what followed was a half hour of Jessica working her magic. The shock of the surprise, Jessica explained, and the passion it would awake in James would erase any embarrassment of arriving in a minivan. 

"Hell Kel. You could drive up there in an ice cream truck, handing out popsicles and playing that annoying song and he'd still want to tear off your clothes."

"But Jessica . . ."

"Trust me," Jessica said cutting her off. 

"Okay," Kelly said with a sigh. "I guess we should get on the road. You ready?"

"Actually. I was wondering," Jessica said eyeing the minivan, "Now that we have all of this room . . . do you think . . . Would you mind if Dean tagged along? I mean it'd be good for me cause if things start getting all hot and heavy with you and James I might get lonely."

"Yeah. Sure. Whatever." Kelly was so focused on the trip and her anxiety about it she really didn't care if they loaded up the University's entire marching band in the stupid minivan. Not to mention the fact that while Jessica was always going a mile a minute Dean may have been the calmest person Kelly had ever met. He hardly ever spoke and when he did it was never longer than a sentence or two. 

"I'm going to grab him. It won't take long he travels light," Jessica said running into the dorm. 

A few minutes later Jessica and Dean emerged from the dorm. Even through her nerves Kelly noticed that they were acting different. Hanging out with them she had seen PDA but nothing that ever made her uncomfortable. A kiss on the cheek, a playful slap on the ass, an arm around the shoulders. But as they walked to the van they were all over each other, Jessica hanging onto him and whispering in his ear and Dean doing something that Kelly wasn't sure she had ever seen: smiling. She put it out of her mind as Dean sat down into the passenger seat and Jessica threw herself into one of the captain's chairs with an excited, "ALLRIGHT!"

The first 90 miles of the trip were uneventful. The minivan drove so much differently than her little POS she had almost forgot where they were heading, instead choosing to focus on not running off the road or into oncoming traffic. The radio played and Jessica sang along with each song. Even the ones she didn't know she hummed along to or made up fake lyrics for. It took Kelly a while to notice but as her backseat karaoke continued Jessica had started to come up with increasingly dirty verses and choruses. Kelly couldn't remember if she had ever heard as many "tits" and "cocks" and "fucks" from out of Jessica's mouth. They had talked about their sex life in some detail but never using this particular vocabulary. She coughed it up to Jessica being Jessica or some odd way to ward off carsickness until they made their first bathroom break. Jessica scampered off towards the rest stop, giggling all the way while Kelly stayed behind to lock the van. Dean was in the car for so long that she was about to make sure he hadn't fallen asleep when he finally got out. She caught her breath when she noticed that he was not so subtly trying to hide his very obvious erection. She locked the car and made her way quickly to the rest stop.

"Do you mind if Dean joins me in the back Kel?" Jessica said as they got back into the van. I'd hate to not take advantage of this roomy vehicle we got ourselves here!" And before Kelly even had a chance to answer Jessica had pulled Dean into the back and pushed him into the other captain's chair.

"Hey these things rotate," Jessica said excitedly. 

Kelly pulled back onto the highway and as she checked her rear view mirror to merge she saw that Jessica and Dean had rotated their chairs so that they were facing each other. When she looked again Dean was leaning over and whispering something into his girlfriend's ear. Her face was lit up with a look that even in a rear view mirror couldn't be construed as anything but pure lust. Kelly quickly looked away and tried to concentrate on the road.

It was clear from the sounds coming from the back of the van that things were escalating very quickly. Kelly didn't need to look back there to know and she was trying to convince her self that she was okay with it. She liked them both a lot. They were her friends. This was a long trip. It was because of her that they were stuck in this stupid van. She wanted to be doing the same exact thing to James. Why shouldn't they get to enjoy themselves a little bit? She turned up the radio and watched the other cars speed past her. She tried to think about James and what she wanted to do with him and what she hoped he wanted to do with or to her. The noise had died down so she figured it was safe to quickly check the rear view mirror. But what she saw almost made her swerve right into the side of the huge truck driving along side of her. 

They had rotated the driver's side chair so that it was facing the highway. (Kelly hadn't gathered up the courage to drive in anything but the right lane.) Dean was still sitting but Jessica had climbed on top of him and was crouching on his lap. He had his face buried in the back of her neck and was sucking and kissing on it. But that was hardly the shocking part. Jessica's tank top and bra were pulled down below her tits. She was exposing her self to the entire highway. Not only that she was thrusting her chest out while both her and Dean's hands played with her beautifully full breasts.

Kelly couldn't believe what she had just seen. Her eyes darted back to the road and she hit the gas a little harder than normal so the van spurted awkwardly forward.

"They can see you," said Dean. Jessica's moan was her only response. Kelly looked into the mirror and saw that Dean's hands were slowly moving their way down Jessica's body. Jessica's hands meanwhile continued to play with her tits. Kelly looked away, took a breath and then quickly looked back. She wasn't looking to see where Dean's hands were headed but to get another glimpse of what Jessica was doing to herself. Kelly would often take advantage of her roommate going home for the weekend or out with some friends to enjoy a little porn. And as she watched the women in the videos getting fucked she would often get lost in their breasts. She had one favorite video she liked watching when she knew that she was close to cumming. It was an amateur clip of these two beautiful twenty somethings really going at it. The first time she clicked on it she almost moved right on. It was the standard grainy homemade clip. There was a buff guy standing in what was probably a dorm room. There was girl on her knees in front of him sucking his cock. But thank god she had given it some time because after a few minutes of blowing the guy lays the girl on the bed and pulls up her t-shirt exposing her perfect round tits, simultaneously huge and perky. The first time Kelly saw them she literally mumbled, "God damn." They had to be the most beautiful pair of breasts that Kelly had ever seen . . . until today.

The guy in the video spends a few moments sucking on his girlfriend's nipples before proceeding to fuck her in every position possible: on her back, on her knees, on top of him. But it's how the video ends, their last position that always pushed Kelly over the edge. They both stand and he starts to fuck her doggy style, her hands on the bed. But very quickly she lifts one leg off the floor and one hand off the bed. She sticks the leg out behind her and grabs onto his shoulder for support. Her body is horizontal. He holds on to her thigh and ass while he thrusts his hard cock up into her. But it's her tits not his dick that Kelly can't keep her eyes off. Every time she watches she's amazed at the way they seem to defy gravity, stick straight out hardly sagging towards the floor. The way they bounce uncontrollably as that woman is getting pounded always pushed Kelly over the edge.

She wasn't sure what it was about it that got her so hot. She wasn't really interested in a lesbian encounter. She hadn't even ever had the desire to kiss another girl. But when she watched those movies she couldn't help thinking what it would feel like to have tits like that amateur chick. (Or like Jessica's.) She loved her own tits. She loved how sensitive they got when she was aroused. She loved the way her nipples sat unusually high on her chest just barely titling upwards. Her last boyfriend was really into sucking on those nipples and it drove her crazy. She would sit on his lap and he would suck on them for ten, fifteen, twenty minutes sometimes. That's it. Just suck on her tiny hard nipples. Several times she was so excited that she thought she may cum and he hadn't even taken off her panties nevertheless touched her pussy. She wouldn't trade her body for anyone's. She really wouldn't. But that didn't mean that she couldn't imagine the sensation of being on her hands and knees, her pussy full of cock, her breasts swinging wildly. Swinging like Jessica's were right now in the back of that minivan. She threw her eyes towards the mirror to get another glimpse but instead of tits what caught her eye was Dean's steady gaze. Their eyes locked in the rear view mirror. She blushed and quickly looked away just as Dean leaned over and whispered something in Jessica's ear. 

For several agonizing moments she stared at the dotted yellow line ahead trying to formulate some sort of plan of action. Maybe they didn't realize she knew what it was they were doing. But maybe they did. Should she tell them to stop? Should she look again? She wanted to look again but was somehow afraid. Or was she ashamed? Her mind was rushing through all of these questions looking for answers and stopping every so often on the image of Jessica thrusting her tits out and grinding her hips into Dean's lap when a car's horn broke her concentration. She looked to her left just as the horn blew again. There was a car driving right next to her and she assumed that they wanted to pass her and her slow ass minivan. But when she hit the brake to let them get ahead they slowed down as well. Okay, she thought maybe they want to get behind me. But again as she surged forward they kept pace. It wasn't until she got a good look at the passengers of the car that she realized what was going on. There was the driver and three passengers, all men in their 20s and all of them were staring at the back of the minivan. They were all watching the show, even the driver who was quickly alternating his attention from the road to Jessica. (Much the same way Kelly had been.) Their faces were a mixture of surprise and amazement. They were transfixed. 

"They want to see more," Dean whispered not so quietly. "They love your tits. They are watching you. Watching you touch them. But they want more." 

"What do they want?" Jessica finally answered through moans. Her voice was thick with lust and desperation, sounding unlike anything Kelly had ever heard in person. "What do they want to see?" 

"Your pussy. They want to see your pussy."

"Hmmmmmmmmmm."

"Did you shave it? Did you shave your pussy for them?"

"Mmmm hmmmm." Jessica cooed. "I shaved it all. I shaved it all off. I want to show them."

"Do it baby. Do it Jessica. Show them."

"I want to."

"Take off your pants baby. Show them your beautiful shaved pussy. Show them how it's just as beautiful as your amazing tits."

Jessica just moaned and then there was the distinct sound of clothes struggling to come off. Kelly tried but could not help her self. She didn't care about all of those questions that were floating in her head. She took a quick look at the road and then fixed her eyes on the rear view mirror. She saw that Jessica had removed her jeans but was still wearing a pair of skimpy red panties. She was crouching on the seat, her hands above her using the roof of the car to keep her balance. Dean had moved her panties to one side so that her audience now had a full view of her pussy. 

"Do you think they know?" Jessica's asked. 

"Know what baby?"

"How wet I am. Can they see how wet I am?"

Kelly stole a quick look at the road, then back to Jessica and then to the car next to her. She was surprised to see that it wasn't there. In a moment of panic she looked in her mirrors to make sure she they hadn't gone careening off the road, victims of her inability to stop Jessica and Dean or her creeping desire that they continue. They were not in a ditch but instead a quarter of a mile behind them. Kelly looked down at the speedometer and realized that she was going near 80 miles an hour. She hadn't even felt her foot touching the gas, pressing down hard on it.

"They're gone baby."

"Ohhhhh. Nooooo."

"But it's okay. They knew. They had to know. You're so wet right now."

"I'm so wet."

"They saw. They definitely saw."

Kelly almost felt bad. And she started slowing down just so they could catch up. As she did she looked into the rear view mirror and again caught Dean's eyes. He looked at Kelly for a moment and then whispered something into Jessica's ear. Jessica had since returned to her position in Dean's lap. Her hands were lazily brushing her tits, his hands gently touching her through her panties. 

"I don't know." Jessica replied to his whispers.

"I think she does." Dean said looking straight at Kelly.

Kelly's gaze snapped away from the rear view mirror. 

"Kelly?"

Kelly didn't answer Dean. There was some more soft whispering.

"I do. I do. But . . ." Jessica quietly replied.

"Kelly?"

Again, Kelly didn't respond. There was some rustling sounds and then Dean spoke again.

"Kelly, you don't have to look but," And before he could even finish Kelly glanced in the rear view mirror. Jessica was straddling the seat again, crouching on it with the roof as her stabilizer. She was leaning slightly back thrusting her pussy out as Dean pushed her underwear to the side. But the difference this time was that they had rearranged the captain's chair so that they were now facing front. Kelly was met with a crystal clear view of Jessica's obviously excited pussy. Kelly assumed that everyone shaved. She did. She'd even do it when she wasn't with a steady boyfriend. Who knew what could happen she'd tell her self. Plus it was fun to experiment with different styles. She was currently sporting a short-cropped triangle that she thought suited her frame. She hoped that James would feel the same. Jessica's mound, however, was completely bare. Dean had been right, there was no way that the guys in the car couldn't have known how wet she was. Her large lips were wide open and her pussy was nearly dripping wet.




A Minivan



"Is she looking?" Jessica quietly asked.

"Y. . . es." Kelly mumbled as she went back to looking at the road ahead of her.

"Jessica likes people to watch."

"I noticed." Kelly quietly responded.

"I love it. I love it." Jessica nearly screamed.

Kelly looked in the mirror to see that Jessica was back on Dean's lap but now he had his hand down her panties and was vigorously rubbing her pussy.

"Strangers or . . . Do you want me to find another . . . car like that last one." Kelly's words were surprising even herself and when she looked back she could see a look of surprise in Dean's eyes as well. Jessica, she was sure, hadn't opened her eyes since they had been at the rest stop. She was moaning and grinding, rubbing her tits with almost the same ferocity that Dean was rubbing her clit.

"Strangers work but . . . people she knows. That's even better."

"God I want to suck your big dick. Can I suck his dick Kelly? Can you watch me suck his dick? God. Pleeease." 

"Baby. Jessica. You may need to just calm down a . . ."

"Yes you can." Kelly said interrupting him. She couldn't believe how this was all making her feel. She couldn't believe that her best friend was about to blow her boyfriend in the back seat of her rental minivan. She couldn't believe that she had basically told her best friend to do it. She especially couldn't believe the excitement growing in her. She could feel the wet spot growing on the crotch of her panties. "But I'm worried."

"No. No. Don't be worried. God. Take these off."

Jessica was now on her knees in front of Dean struggling to get his pants off. 

"No. Jessica. It's just that . . . I'm worried about. . . the driving. Because . . . I want to . . ."

"You want to watch?"

"I . . . I do. I can't believe I'm actually saying this but I do. But . . I don't want to kill us all."

"I have an idea." Dean said. And in a moment he was next to Kelly in the passenger's seat. He reached around below the seat for a moment until he found the button that moves the seat backward and forward. He pushed it all the way back leaving a surprising amount of room between him and the dash. "This thing really is roomy," he joked looking at Kelly. He leaned over and whispered to her, "Are you really okay with this?" In a different moment Kelly would have been struck by his kindness but her urges had taken over. Her response? "Take off your pants."

He stood up as much as one can in a minivan and pushed his pants down and off. Kelly looked over and realized that he was right she could look at the shotgun seat and still have a pretty good eye on the road. She also realized something else; Dean had a pretty big cock. He wasn't a huge guy, probably a little shy of 6 foot and skinny. Kelly had only ever seen him eat French fries and microwave pizza. But his dick was probably one of the largest she had seen in person. It wasn't super long but what it lacked in length it made up in girth. 

Jessica quickly joined them in the front of the van. She crawled between the seats and planted her self down in front of him.

"Jesus," she said looking at his bulging cock a few inches away from her face, "I swear it gets an inch thicker when we do this."

"This?" Asked Dean.

"When they watch us. When they watch us. My pussy gets so wet and your dick," she reached up with her mouth and licked the entire circumference of his cock, "gets so big."

Kelly was lucky enough to look over right as Jessica engulfed him with her mouth. Jessica had a big mouth in the sense that she talked a lot but in physical terms it was quite small. Kelly was struck by how wide Jessica had to open to take it all in.

"She's watching you suck me baby." Dean said. "And . . . she's touching her self as she watches. Watches you stuff my big dick in your mouth."

Jessica made a noise that was part surprise and part excitement and continued to work Dean's cock in and out of her mouth. Kelly was surprised too. She HAD started rubbing her pussy through her pants with out even knowing it. She stopped for a second as a reaction to her surprise but quickly continued as she watched Jessica let Dean's cock pop out of her mouth. It sent a small mix of saliva and pre-cum flying onto Dean's shirt and her face but neither seemed to mind. Jessica looked over at Kelly briefly and smiled before returning her mouth to Dean's dick. It was a smile that Kelly would have other wise interpreted as thank you but now she could only understand her desire to see more. 

"He's got . . . That's a big cock you're sucking Jessica."

"Hmmmmmmm."

"I swear it's gotten even bigger since he took it out."

"Hmmmmmmm."

"Do you let him . . . cum . . . in your mouth?"

"No." She said after letting Dean pop out of her mouth again. 

"On your tits? Do you let him cum on your tits?"

"Yes. He sprays me on my tits." And for effect Jessica raised up a bit on her knees and rubbed Dean's cock on her tits. "All over. It feels so good."

"Especially when people are watching you? Watching him cum all over you?"

"Yes. It's so much cum Kelly. He covers me. All over my tits. Yes!" And she once again attacked his cock. Kelly was amazed that Dean hadn't cum two or three times the way Jessica was working his dick. She stole another look and then turned her attention to the road. She had begun to resent it, the highway, and wished that she could pull over and witness the whole thing with out interruption. But somehow she knew that would change everything maybe even ruin it. Instead she focused on the growing sensations in her pussy as she continued to massage it through her clothes. 

Slurping sounds filled the van for a moment before Dean, who had been silent just enjoying what his girlfriend was doing to him, told Jessica, "You should fuck me Jessica. Show Kelly how good it feels. Show her what I do to you."

"How you stretch me open?" Jessica asked.

"How my big cock stretches that pretty pussy of yours."

"God it feels so good inside of me. I'm going to fuck him Kelly. I'm going to fuck Dean's big cock for you."

Kelly didn't respond. She just looked over to watch Jessica straddle Dean. She was crouching as she had been before. Her feet were on the seat and her hands were above her using the roof of the minivan to balance. Kelly couldn't help but notice how amazing this position made Jessica's breasts look. They bounced as Dean struggled to get his cock inside of her. He looked like he was having a little trouble with her underwear.

"Fuck me Dean. Fuck me. Pound me. Please." 

"I'm trying it's just these panties are . . ."

"Rip them Dean," Jessica nearly screamed. "Tear them open so I can watch you shove your cock into Jessica." 

Dean looked over at Kelly surprised by both her tone and her suggestion.

His girlfriend begged him, "Please Dean." 

Kelly echoed her, "Please Dean."

He didn't need to be asked a forth time. Dean reached between Jessica's legs and ripped open her panties exposing her soaking wet pussy. 

"Oh God," yelled Jessica.

Then with one quick movement Dean thrust up and she swallowed his dick completely. But not without quickly turning towards Kelly so that she had a better view. Jessica howled with pleasure and started bouncing up and down on his cock. Dean laid back and let her do most of the work. Kelly didn't know where to look. Her eyes darted from the road to Jessica's bare pussy now stuffed with her boyfriend dick back to the road and then to Jessica's tits and then back to the road. She reached her hand into her pants and pushed her own panties aside and began to rub her clit furiously. She wished she had a third hand so that she could have fucked her self with her fingers the way that Jessica was fucking Dean. She had never felt herself this wet before and she couldn't help but think about how that huge cock would feel in her over excited pussy. She looked over at Jessica's again and imagined that it was her pussy stretched over Dean's cock. She also couldn't help but think about all the other people in all of the other cars that were driving by and watching a beautiful naked woman with huge tits pound herself with her boyfriend's cock. 

"Fuuuuuuuuuck. I'm soooooo clooose. I want to cuuuuuum sooooo bad." Jessica yelled. "Ruuuuub my clit soooooo Keelllllyyyyy can watch meeeeee cuuuum."

That was all Kelly could take. She didn't want to miss this. She couldn't miss this. She abruptly pulled the van off the road without the hint of a turn signal. She slammed on the brakes, threw it in park and quickly turned her full attention to the passenger seat. Dean was rubbing Jessica's clit just about as hard as Kelly was rubbing her own. Growing tired of the struggle she wiggled out of her pants and panties. With her neatly trimmed pussy finally exposed and all of her hands at her disposal she thrust two fingers into her wet pussy and continued to rub her clit with the other hand. She was amazed at the sound that was coming from her body, her fingers in her pussy. She had heard sounds like this before while watching porn but she couldn't remember a time when her own body made these types of noises. 

Jessica was really throwing her self down onto Dean now with the force of her entire body. She was even using the roof of the van as a way to push off. Her eyes were closed and her head was thrown back. It was clear from the look on her face and the noises she was uncontrollably making that she was very close.

"Jessica?" Kelly asked. "Are you going to cum for me?"

"Are you going to baby?" Dean chimed in. "Are you going to fucking cum for Kelly so that she can watch me cum all over you?"

"I love watching you Jessica. God. Your pussy looks so full." Kelly said. "I can't wait to see you cum. I'm fucking myself Jessica. I'm fucking myself while I watch your boyfriend ram you with his huge cock."

Jessica looked over just as Kelly forced a third finger into herself. Kelly could tell that this was too much for her friend. She had to cum soon. Jessica pushed Dean's hands out of the way and started rubbing her clit even quicker and harder than he had been. Kelly saw this and matched her pace. 

"Jessica?" Kelly said softly.

"Kelly?"

"Jess look at me."

Jessica looked Kelly straight in the eye. Kelly saw the desperation in her friend's eyes. She was so close. She was teetering on the edge. Kelly took a deep breath and calmly told her, "Cum. Jessica . . . cum."

And with a scream she did just that. If her movements had been wild before than how her body moved when she came was close to hysteria. She thrust her self down onto Dean and grinded over and over on him. She took her hands off the roof of the van and squeezed her tits. She would have fallen off the seat had Dean not reached up and pulled her close. 

After what seemed like hours but was more like minutes she let out a loud sigh and leaned back onto Dean, his cock still in her pussy. For a moment the only sound in the car was Kelly's fingers on and in her pussy. But Dean broke the silence, "Are you ready?" He asked and Kelly not sure who he was asking answered at the same exact time as Jessica. 

"Yes," they both said. 

With that Jessica slid off Dean and kneeled in front of him. She looked tired but none of her previous excitement had left her face. She looked up at him expectantly. 

"Are you going go cum on me now Dean? Please cum on me. Please watch." She said not looking at Kelly but speaking to her. "Watch as he shoots all over me. Watch."

She reached up and grabbed Dean's cock. Again it may have been the angle she was sitting at or wishful thinking but it looked like it had grown again at least an inch maybe more. It made Jessica's tiny hands seem even smaller. She pumped his dick, smiling up at him. Dean, who had been relatively silent this whole time started to moan and Jessica knew what that meant. She pointed his dick at her tits and started to slow down her movements. Kelly leaned back in her seat and put her legs up on the sides of it giving herself easier access to fuck her self. She leaned her head over and watched as Dean finally exploded. Jessica hadn't been exaggerating. Great, thick streams of cum hit Jessica's tits over and over again. She almost cheered as each spurt hit her. What truly amazed Kelly is that they seemed to increase in strength as Jessica continued to milk his cock. The last two were more than enough to cover her chest Kelly thought. 

Kelly couldn't take her eyes of her friend kneeling there in front of her boyfriend his cum all over her tits dripping down onto her stomach and legs. Jessica, Kelly thought, looked happy and for the first time satisfied. Kelly was so lost in her amazement that she didn't realize that for the first time Jessica and Dean were both looking at her. For the first time she was the show. Dean sat back in the seat and Jessica put her head on his legs and they watched as Kelly got closer and closer to cumming. Kelly's legs were pushing her ass off the seat so that her pussy was thrust forward. She was rubbing her clit hard and thrusting her fingers even harder. There were so many images running around in her head it was like she was in the middle of a dream: Jessica's tits, Dean's cock stretching her, the other cars on the road racing by as she was making her self cum on the side of a highway, Dean's cum, her pussy exposed to her friends. 

Jessica woke her from her dream by whispering, "Kelly. I like to watch too. I want to watch you cum."

She threw herself back on the seat and came as hard as she ever had. The pleasure pulsed through her body. She threw her self left and right and let out an amazing sound that was a mix of moan and scream. 

The car was silent and still for a good five minutes. Kelly was literally drifting into sleep when Jessica, once again, woke her with a whisper. "Kelly. Where is James' school? The town?"

"Uh . . .Oh . . . Plainsville I think. I wrote it down somewhere." Kelly said reaching down to check her pockets before realizing they were in a heap on the floor somewhere. 

"Huh. That's funny."

"What?"

"That." 

Kelly looked up and saw what Jessica found funny. She had parked the van right in front of a sign. 

"Huh." Kelly said.

The sign said, "Welcome to Plainsville." 

"Huh." Kelly repeated. And with that Dean did one more thing that Kelly had never seen him do before. He laughed.



A Mink Blanket Day



Part 1

It was a cold and dreary day in south Texas. Well, ok...not cold. But chilly for south Texas. Mid-50's and overcast skies made it feel pretty cool, at least when you were just sitting around the house playing on the computer.

Too drizzly to go out and do anything. Jannie shivered again and wished that her husband, Bobby didn’t have to work today. It was Saturday and she was bored. 

Jannie had thought about going to see a movie, but just hated to pay the exorbitant prices that the regular theatres charged (and the cost of the popcorn and soda! Horrendous!). The theatre on the military base near their home didn't have a matinee today, so there wouldn't be a movie to see there until 7:00 tonight. To keep from being stuck with the prices at an off-base theatre, she would just wait until tonight to see a show. Besides, Bobby could go with her then. She chuckled when she thought about how spoiled she had become to the benefits of being a military wife. 

Oh, there were plenty of drawbacks, such as the base theatre only showing movies on the three weekend nights, Friday, Saturday and Sunday (with the occasional matinee on Saturday and Sunday). But that was minor compared to other *real* drawbacks. The times that Bobby had to go in to work unexpectedly in the middle of the night, the temporary duty assignments out of state and occasionally out of the country. Worry about whether he would be sent overseas to one of the world's *hotspots*. Never knowing when orders for a new permanent change of station move would come. Well, Bobby had only been at this base for a year, so they were most likely safe for a couple of years before they had to worry about another move. But deployments were another story; they could happen at any time.

Jannie thought about these things as she sat on the comfy sofa in the living room of the house she and Bobby rented from their next door neighbor, Steven. Steven had bought the house next to his as an investment when the previous residents had moved out. They had really let the house get run-down, so Steven was able to buy it for a greatly reduced price. He had fixed it up and gotten it ready to sell, then decided to just keep it and rent it to someone from the base. He figured that if he got a tenant he didn't particularly like, he wouldn't be stuck with them as neighbors forever, since they would eventually get orders and move away. Besides, the military people he had known usually were pretty good folks and took good care of their residences, as far as he could tell.

Jannie and Bobby had seen the house advertised in the base newspaper. After visiting with Steven for a bit and seeing the 2-bedroom, 1-bath house (with attached one-car garage), they decided they wanted to rent it. They filled out the paperwork with Steven and the next afternoon he called to say that the house was theirs, if they still wanted it.

They had moved in a few days later and had lived here for almost a year now. Steven was a good neighbor and a good landlord; he had also become a good friend.

Jannie smiled as she thought about Steven. Dear Lord, he was yummy! Standing 5' 11" in his stocking feet, with dark brown hair and dreamy *bedroom eyes*, which were hazel. There were times when Jannie wanted to just gobble him up!

Realizing that she had re-read the same page in her romance novel several times and still had no idea what the words on that page said, she put the book down and stood up to stretch. Jannie walked to the open living room door and looked out on the rain-soaked world. Letting out a sigh, she closed the door and walked towards the kitchen for a snack. 

Then it hit her...it was a Mink Blanket Day! Smiling broadly, she did a left-face turn and walked to their bedroom. She loved her mink blanket. It was so soft and cuddly.

Of course, it wasn't really mink. The label said *100% acrylic*. She didn't know what true mink felt like, but this faux-mink sure did feel nice.

*Mink* blankets were all the rage among military wives and girlfriends. They were popular requests when one's husband or boyfriend went to South Korea on an assignment. Bobby had gotten their's when he had gone to South Korea on a TDY last year. 

Reaching the spare bedroom, Jannie went to the closet and extracted the bag containing the special blanket. She had packed it away when the weather warmed too much to use the heavy covering.

She went into their bedroom and folded the bedspread that was on the bed. Jannie took the mink blanket out of the bag and rubbed her face into its softness; she loved this blanket. It was her favorite color, blue, with large flowers. She spread the blanket over the sheets then returned to the living room to get her *trashy book*, as Bobby called the romance novels she was addicted to reading.

Jannie crawled under the blanket, lying on the top sheet. She reached over and turned on the bedside lamp, then wrapped the blanket around her, like a cocoon. She lay back, propped up on two pillows, snuggling deeply into her blanket, feeling like the filling in a burrito. Ahh...this was truly wonderful! 'The perfect way to spend a chilly, drizzly day', thought Jannie as she opened her book. A mink blanket day!

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Jannie was horny. She had finished reading her book and had become really aroused by the sex action in the story. She had been touching herself through her panties for the last couple of chapters and was very wet.

Feeling frustrated and wishing Bobby was home, Jannie pulled the soft blanket closer around her, holding her right hand, the hand that had been rubbing between her thighs, close to her nose so she could catch whiffs of her scent. She loved her own smell. She often wondered if she was abnormal, liking her own body aroma. Oh, well...it didn't really matter if she was normal or not. She didn't care...she just enjoyed what she enjoyed.

She was trying to decide if she was going to masturbate to relieve the tension in her loins or wait until Bobby got home. She glanced at the clock on her night table. Bobby would not be home for another 4 or 5 hours. Too long to stay in this state of sexual arousal without relief.

Jannie decided to take care of herself. She unwrapped herself from the blanket ('brrr' she thought as the cool room air hit her warm body) and climbed out of bed, headed for the closet. 

She opened the closet and reached in for her *toy*. Jannie smiled as she pulled it out. This was her favorite thing, next to her mink blanket. It was a life-like dildo, which she had asked Bobby to rig for attachment to a board for her. She was rather proud of her idea. The dildo was one of the fancy ones, complete with *scrotum* and a suction-cup base. 

Jannie really liked the suction cup feature; with it, she could put it on a dining room chair, and fuck the dildo until she was exhausted and somewhat sated. But it did have a drawback. It was not really all that comfortable, having to hold herself up, squatting over the seat of the chair like that. She tired before she was truly sated, and would have to take the dildo to bed with her, and that just didn't quite do the job as well as she would have liked.

She thought back to the day that the toy had come to *life*, so to speak...

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One day, after a session like that, with the dildo attached to the chair, she had come up with an idea. She explained it to Bobby, and he went shopping. He came home from the hardware store with a board, about 2.5 feet long and about 2 feet wide, some sandpaper, varnish, assorted pieces of hardware and some foam rubber gardening kneepads.

He went out into the garage and when he emerged about 2 hours later, he showed her his handiwork. The board had been sanded smooth, and the square ends of it had been rounded off. He told her that he would varnish it another time, but he wanted her to try it out now, to see how it worked.

She handed him the dildo and he showed her how to attach it to the board. She squealed with delight and took the toy to the bedroom to give it a test-run. Bobby followed her and watched as his wife pulled the covers back and placed her new toy on the bed. The dildo stood proudly erect from its place in the middle of the board, and the kneepads were just in the right place to protect Jannie's knees and shins from the hardness of the wood.

Bobby got the bottle of lubricant to hand to Jannie, but then realized that she didn't need any, as she was already sliding her pussy onto the head of the dildo. She had gotten quite wet just at the sight of her *new* toy.

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Jannie smiled as she removed her t-shirt and panties, remembering that day. She placed the board on the bed and attached the dildo. She was so aroused thinking about the good time that she was fixing to have. She lay on the bed and used her battery-operated clit vibrator for a few minutes, giving herself time to think about the dildo on the bed beside her. She was so horny she knew that she would probably cum almost as soon as she slid down onto the *cock*.

Not wanting to wait any longer, she turned the vibrator off and moved over to straddle the dildo. She reached back and pulled the mink blanket over her bare back and then leaned forward, over the dildo, holding herself up with her hands on the bed.

Jannie groaned as the head of the fake cock touched her lower lips and pushed into her wet slit. She held still for a few seconds, savoring the sensation and the feelings she knew she was about to experience.

She pushed down onto the dildo, letting it go deeper into her body. 'Oh, damn...that feels heavenly', thought Jannie as the toy went deeply into her pussy. She rose up and went back down on the shaft, beginning a rhythm that would soon bring her to a climax.

Jannie moaned loudly as she fucked the dildo, just as if it were Bobby lying there underneath her. Her eyes were closed, head thrown back and she sat upright, grabbing her breasts and kneading them, pulling on the nipples. She approached her orgasm and slowed, not ready to cum yet. Wanting to savor the anticipation.

She continued to play with her nipples and to fuck the dildo, more slowly now. So involved with what she was doing, Jannie did not hear when someone entered the house. She was only thinking of the piece of silicon between her thighs and how good it felt to have it deep inside her.

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Steven was needing to borrow a book of Bobby's. He had thought about waiting until either Bobby or Jannie was home, but he really wanted to start reading it now, because it was a technical book that Steven needed to study for a test he was taking in a few days. He took a class at the local junior college 2 nights a week.

Using the spare key that he had, he went into the house through the kitchen door. Bobby and Jannie would not mind; they had a key to his house, also. They were good enough friends that they did this kind of thing on occasion. Jannie sometimes would go to Steven's when he was at work to borrow some sugar or other food item she might be out of and didn't want to run to the store for right then.

So Steven let himself into the house, thinking that Jannie was gone, not realizing that she had put the car in the garage. He stepped into the kitchen, pocketed his keying, and shut the door behind him. He walked into the den, where he knew that the bookcases were.

He heard something and paused. It sounded like Jannie, and she was crying! At least, it sounded like she was crying. The sound was coming from the bedroom. Standing in the den, Steven wondered what to do. Should he just get the book and leave, or should he check on Jannie? Concern for his friend and tenant won out and he walked down the short hall to the bedroom where Jannie and Bobby slept.

The door was open. Jannie, or someone, was on the bed, under that mink blanket that he knew that Bobby had brought back from South Korea; Steven had one, also, a gift from Bobby for looking out for Jannie while Bobby was away. If Bobby had only known of the thoughts he had about Jannie, Bobby wouldn't have given him a gift, he'd have given Steven a busted jaw, Steven had thought at the time. 

He was about to knock on the doorframe when he noticed that whoever was under the blanket was moving about in a very *interesting* fashion. Steven could not decide what to do. It was apparent to him that Jannie (it had to be her) was not crying under that blanket, at least not tears of sadness. He was still standing there looking at the hump under the blanket that seemed to be doing some humping of its own when suddenly the blanket was tossed back. 

Steven started in shock as Jannie (yes, it certainly was her, in all her naked glory! Stephen realized) sat up and moaned loudly. He watched her and realized what was going on. Jannie was kneeling on a board to which it appeared that a dildo had been attached. She was fucking that dildo! 

He stood there, transfixed. Oh, dear god he was hard as a rock! Seeing Jannie on her bed, nude, straddling the sex toy that was buried deep in her pussy had given him an instant erection. Damn, but he was hard! He reached down to touch his cock through his pants as he watched Jannie going to town on that dildo.

Steven didn't know how long he stood there like that, rubbing his cock through the denim of his jeans. He finally unzipped his pants and reached down into his underwear and pulled his cock out. He stood there, stroking his hard member, as he watched Jannie. She was about to cum, he realized. Her moaning had become louder; her thrusts up and down on the dildo had increased in speed. Suddenly she let out a low wail. "Ooohhh...oh god...oh shit!," he heard her say. "Yeeesss...aahhh....ooohhh....daaammnn I'm cumming...I'm cuuuummmming...aaahhhhh...." And then she was still, bending forward at the waist, head hanging down, breathing hard and fast. 

Steven was enthralled with the scene before him. He'd had to stop massaging his cock or he would have cum right along with Jannie, although he was still holding onto it.

Jannie raised up and got off the dildo. Before Steven could retreat down the hall, Jannie turned over and saw him, standing there in her bedroom doorway, with his thick, hard cock in his hand. They both jumped, startled. Steven was terribly embarrassed to have been caught watching her like this, especially with his meat in his hand.

Jannie said, "Steven! You scared the shit out of me! What are you doing here?" she demanded.

Steven stuttered, "I-I-came over to borrow that book of Bobby's, the one for my class. I- I oh god, Jannie. I'm so sorry." He had hastily tucked his penis into his pants and zipped them up and was standing there, not knowing what to do with his hands. "I didn't see the car; I thought you were out, and I knew that Bobby had to work today. Oh damn, I'm sorry." 

'Sorry that I was caught', he thought. How lucky could he have gotten to have seen Jannie in the nude, and masturbating herself to a fabulous orgasm at that! Damn.if only he had gotten away, undetected. He had enough masturbation fantasy for himself now, enough to last for months!

Getting over her shock, Jannie smiled at him. "Well, Steven, what did you think? I assume that you've been standing there for a while, since you had your cock in your hands when I saw you." She had some wicked thoughts, she realized.

Steven stammered again. "R-really, Jannie...I didn't, um, see much. I had come in through the kitchen and thought I heard you in here crying so I came to check on you. Then I, uh, well, that is, I..."

Jannie cut him off, saying, "You walked in and saw me fucking my toy." She smiled a crafty smile at Steven. "Do you like my toy? I told Bobby what I wanted and he made it for me. Pretty nifty, wouldn't you say?"

"Uh, yeah..nifty. Well, look. I'll just get that book and go now. S-sorry to have, um, disturbed you," Steven said as he turned to go.

"Steven, just a minute, please." Jannie cooed as she motioned him over to the bed. She knew that Steven was attracted to her. She was not model-thin, but was curvy. She did not possess a large bosom, although she knew that it was nice...a good handful, Bobby always said. She knew that Steven preferred blondes, and she had blonde hair. She was shorter than the girls Steven usually dated, being just 5' 4" tall. But that he was attracted to her, of that she was sure. She could see it in his eyes every time she saw him.

"Jannie, I really need to go. Uh, this just isn't right, me being here with you like this. Look...please don't say anything about this to Bobby, all right? I won't, either."

"Oh, Steven. Silly man. I certainly won't tell Bobby anything. And I know you won't, either. Come, sit on the bed," she said as she patted the edge of the bed. "But you know, I just might decide that Bobby needs to know that you came into the house and watched me masturbate. What do you think he might think about that, hmm?"

"Damn, Jannie...why would you tell him that? You want to get us both in trouble with Bobby?"

"Well, Bobby need never know...if you help me out, Steven," Jannie said in a coy voice. She had had an idea and hoped Steven would go along with it. She had gotten a glimpse of his cock before he zipped it back up, and she wanted it! She loved Bobby, and their sex life was good, but damn! Steven's cock was the thickest she had ever seen!

Steven looked at Jannie with his head cocked to the side. "Help you? What could I do to help you? And what do you mean by "Bobby need never know?" Are you...blackmailing me or something?"

Jannie chuckled and said, "blackmail is such an ugly word, Steven. But you see, I saw your cock before you put it back and lord is it a beauty! Now, I've never cheated on Bobby, but I'm so terribly horny today, and your cock is so thick! I've never had one like it before, and I'm dying to know what it would feel like in my cunt! Besides, my pussy needs to be licked. I'm *really* horny, Steven," she purred.

Steven was taken aback. "You want me to go to bed with you?" His cock was getting harder by the minute, as Steven thought about burying said cock deep into Jannie's hot, wet depths. But he had to pretend to be affronted. It wouldn't do for her to know how anxious he was to take her up on her offer.

"Yes, Steve, I do. I really need you right now. And if you will help me out here, I won't tell Bobby about your being here today. If you don't do as I ask, I'll tell Bobby you came in and took advantage of me. So...what's it to be?" She looked at him, smiling that sly smile of hers.

"Damn, woman. I never knew what a bitch you were. Or what a slut."

"Well, bitch or slut...call me what you wish. Just get those clothes off and get in this bed...now!," Jannie ordered. "You know how jealous Bobby is; you really wouldn't want me to tell him, would you?"

"Shit. Jannie, I'll get in your bed, and I'll fuck your brains out. You may think that you've got something over me, but you don't realize what I'm getting out of this bargain! I get to fuck my best friend's wife! And you know you can't tell him about it. Ha! This is great!"

Jannie looked at Steven, smugly. "Um hmm. Yeah, you do have a good part in this bargain. But not as good as I do. See, you will have to do whatever I say, because if you don't, Bobby might find out about today."

Steven considered Jannie for a moment, then began to remove his clothes. "Well, I don't care who gets the better part of the deal." He crawled into the bed and took hold of the board to remove it. Jannie put her hand on the board to stop him.

"No, we need that. I want you to suck on the cock, Steven. Taste *me* on it."

Steven looked at Jannie, incredulous. "You want me to suck on that dildo? You're crazy, woman. No friggin' way!"

"OK, then I'll just have a talk with Bobby..." Jannie threatened.




A Mink Blanket Day



"Damn, Jannie, you are a real bitch, you know that?" Steven said, as he started to swing his legs off the bed. "I'm out of here, Jannie. Tell Bobby what you want. I'd rather deal with him than put up with your crap."

"Steven...you really don't want me to tell Bobby that you raped me, do you?"

"You wouldn't. You have no way to prove a lie like that."

"Well, you are in my bed." Jannie reached out and ran her hand down his hair. "And I'm sure some of your hairs could be found on the sheets. I think that I could prove it if I had to."

"You are a real fucking bitch, Jannie," Steven spat out. "Ok...I'll go along with your damn game." He reached for the board, held it up to his face and stuck his tongue out to taste Jannie on the head of the dildo. 

He breathed her scent in, and tasted *her* on the toy. Damn, but she tasted and smelled good. 

He had to taste more of her. Without thinking, he opened his mouth wider and slid the dildo in and sucked, getting more of her taste on his tongue. Suddenly, he realized what he had done. He opened his eyes and saw the board and the base of the dildo in front of him. He jerked the board away and turned to see Jannie smiling.

A Mink Blanket Day

Part 2

"Are you happy, bitch?" he growled. 

"Mmm...almost, but not quite," said Jannie. She lay back on the bed and spread her thighs. "Have a feast, Steven," she said as she pulled her knees up to her chest.

Steven put the board on the floor beside the bed and smiled at Jannie. "My pleasure, bitch. You may be blackmailing me, but I'm sure as hell going to get some enjoyment out of this situation, you can be sure of that!"

Putting his hands on Jannie's knees, Steven leaned down between her legs. He moved his hands slowly down her thighs, towards her shaved pussy. His lips followed his hands. Then he pulled back and grabbed a pillow. "Raise your butt up," he told Jannie. She complied and he shoved the pillow underneath her hips. He stretched out on the bed and held her thighs apart with his hands.

Jannie sighed as Steven started kissing and licking her calves, her knees, and her thighs. He was working his way up to her cunt, and oh did it feel good. Bobby didn't enjoy giving oral sex all that much, so this would be a treat for Jannie.

Steven felt like he had died and gone to sexual heaven. He loved to eat pussy, and here was Jannie's, all his for the taking. True, he had been blackmailed into it, with her threats to tell Bobby that he had raped her. But that threat paled in comparison to what he was about to enjoy.

Moans filled Steven's ears as he reached Jannie's pussy. Oh, god she smelled good. She smelled of herself, and her cum. Steven licked around her outer lips, staying away from the lips themselves. Jannie was moaning, "please, Steven...do it. Do it...lick my pussy. Suck it!" Steven smiled to himself, thinking how he was in control now. The beautiful, sexy bitch was in his hands now. Right where he wanted her. Blackmail or not.

Steven continued to tease Jannie by licking around her nether lips, but not touching them with his tongue. She was holding on to his head now, trying to pull his head closer to her body; he resisted. He licked around and around, finally going in closer to her lips. He reached his tongue out and flicked lightly over her clit, then retreated back to licking back around her outer lips.

"Ahhh...don't stop...please...Steven, you're killing me!" Jannie moaned. She gave up trying to pull his head towards her and reached down and grabbed the sheets with her hands.

"Hmmm..." Steven hummed, vibrating his lips, which he had placed directly on her pussy. That action always made his girlfriends go crazy, the humming like that. He hummed on Jannie's pussy and watched her writhe.

Jannie was moaning loudly now, having never experienced oral sex like this. Damn but Steven had a great mouth! She could not keep her hips still.

Steven was licking Jannie's slit now, not deeply, but just barely inside the inside lips. Then he moved back and sucked her lips into his mouth. Then he flicked her clit with his tongue again. Jannie was bucking up to his face and groaning. He continued his ministrations, changing back and forth between licking, sucking and flicking.

"Oh god Steven!" Jannie screamed. "Ohhh...gooood...Steeeveeeen...daaammmn...I'm cumming! I'm gonna cuuummmmmmm..." she wailed as she was overcome with an orgasm. She bucked her hips up into his face, as he sucked on her clit. She was soaking wet. Did she ejaculate? Or did she just have very wet orgasms? Steven didn't care. He was too entranced by Jannie's orgasm. God, she was beautiful when she came.

Jannie tried to slam her thighs closed on Steven's head, but his hands kept that from happening. He kept licking and sucking her delicious juices as her orgasm wound down. Jannie was whimpering now, trying to push his head away. "Stop..please stop...too good."

Steven pulled his head away, looking at her as he licked her juices from his lips. He leaned over her and took her lips with his. He forced her mouth open with his lips and tongue and began to tongue-fuck her mouth. Jannie reached up and grabbed his head as Steven held himself over her. She sucked on his tongue and tasted herself. She was still on fire for him. She felt like she would never be sated enough to let him leave. 

Jannie pulled back and looked at Steven. "Damn you're good, hon!," she told him in a sex-hazed voice. She smiled as she continued, "go get a couple of towels from the linen closet."

Steven looked down at the bed where she lay. "Towels? Why? The bed isn't that wet."

Jannie smiled a crooked smile at him. "Not yet, but it will be. Hurry; we don't have a lot of time," she ordered.

Steven had no idea what she had in mind, but he got off the bed and walked to the bathroom to get the towels. "I'll be there in a sec, Jannie. I've got to pee...as soon as this erection goes down, that is," he chuckled.

After he was able to pee, he washed his hands and returned to the bedroom. Jannie was sitting on the bed, wearing her panties. Steven was puzzled. "Panties? What's up?" He asked her.

She took the towels from him and spread them doubled up, just below where the pillow should have been. "Lie down, Steven." She pointed to the towels. 

Steven was quite curious now, and decided that he had to know what she had in mind, so he complied. He lay down, with his head on the towels.

Jannie walked over to him on her knees, and straddled his face. She lowered herself until she felt his nose touch her pussy. Steven took a deep breath in through his nose, smelling her aroma. Damn, it was good. He was getting hard again.

Jannie was moving her panty-covered pussy around over Steven's face. He looked up at the red cloth that concealed his view of her gorgeous mound, and reached up to hold her ass. Jannie continued to move over his face when suddenly he felt moisture.

"Mmm...," Jannie purred as her panties started getting damp. Steven reached his tongue out and licked. 'Shit!', he thought. 'She's peeing!' He tried to push her up a bit as he said, "what the hell are you doing, Jannie?"

Jannie just held her ground and let some more urine drip from her pussy lips, making her panties wetter. Her moisture began to drip down on Steven's face. Steven turned his head away and pushed her off of him. He sat up and faced her. 

"No fucking way, Jannie. You are not going to piss on me." Steven was getting angry. Horny, but angry just the same. 

"Oh, Stevie, don't be that way. Besides...remember Bobby." Jannie sang, emphasizing each syllable. Jannie knew that she had him as Steven leaned back to lie on the towels. He was secretly aroused, but he sure as hell wasn't going to give Jannie the satisfaction of knowing that. Then he realized that letting her think that he would enjoy this would take the wind out of her sails. But he was getting hard thinking about all this. 

Steven never had had any fantasies of being dominated, or of playing "water sports," but damn if he wasn't excited now that Jannie was trying this on him! He just lay there and said, "all right, go ahead. Get it over with."

Jannie straddled his face again. She lowered herself down to his face and began to dribble pee again. Steven licked her panties as Jannie let her bladder slowly empty over his face. She was so aroused by the feeling of the hot urine that was soaking her panties, and running down her thighs. And with Steven licking and sucking at her cloth-covered pussy! Oh, god she was fixing to cum again!

"Oohhh....Steven...yeesss...yeesss...oh, fuck. Suck me! Suck me, Steven," she yelled as her orgasm washed over her and she ground her pussy into his face. Steven held on to her ass as he sucked her cunt as hard as he could. He tasted Jannie's cum juice mixed with her piss. Damn he was hard. 

Not being able to take it any longer, Steven grabbed Jannie around the waist and threw her down on the mattress. He grabbed her wet panties and ripped them from her body. He tossed them away, where they landed he didn't know, nor did he care. All he could think of was Jannie and his need to bury his cock inside her.

Steven was straddling Jannie now, looking down at her as his breathing was coming in gasps. "OK, woman. You've had your fun; now it's my turn," he growled as he lowered his hips to hers. 

"Ahhh...," Steven groaned as his cock slipped into her pussy, spreading the lips as it went past them. He grabbed her hips and lifted her up to his body. Jannie was whimpering as she was being impaled with his thick cock. She had never experienced one of this size. Longer, yes, but never this thick. She moaned as Steven's cock went deeper and deeper into her body. Oh, god it felt sooo wonderful.

Steven pulled out, causing Jannie to moan. But he quickly threw her legs over his thighs and arms and thrust his meat into her again. Hard, fast. Jannie moaned loudly as Steven’s cock once again speared her. 

With Jannie's butt on his thighs, Steven held her hips and thrust into her, again and again, listening with pleasure to her moans, which were almost screams, of pleasure. He gritted his teeth as he tried to withhold his orgasm. He grunted with each thrust into her depths. 

Jannie's head was thrashing about on the bed. She didn't even realize her head was on the pee-soaked toweling. All she cared about was grinding her cunt onto Steven's cock. 

"Oh, Steven!" She yelled. "Oh dear god...Steeeeveeen...oh shiiit...fuck...fuck...oh god fuuuuck meeee," Jannie wailed. "Fuck me, damn you. Oh, daaammmn...aaahhhh..." Jannie was wild with need. She was desperate to cum.

Steven was pushing his cock into Jannie's pussy with all his might by now. "Damn, woman...hurry and cum or I won't last," he growled between gritted teeth. He reached one hand to her pussy and began to stroke her clit. He pinched it between his thumb and forefinger, and Jannie began her orgasm.

Steven felt her cunt clench on his cock. Oh damn he was gonna cum now. No stopping it. He thrust hard and deep, pinching her clit. Jannie was cumming now, full force. Her body was thrashing on the bed, screaming for him to 'fuck me, damn it, fuck me hard...FUCK MEEEE..." she howled at the peak of her orgasm. 

Steven was grunting and thrusting as his own orgasm overtook him. He let go of her clit and grabbed her hips and pulled her to him, hard. He was fucking her like he'd never fucked a woman before. He growled, "take it, bitch. Take my cock" as he spurted his seed into her hot, wet depths. 

Jannie was moaning now, her orgasm subsiding just as Steven's had peaked and she felt his warm semen enter her body. 

She lay there, her pussy throbbing in time to her rapid heartbeat, trying to catch her breath. Steven was still over her; he was breathing rapidly, also. Before she knew what had happened, Steven was straddling her face.

Steven held Jannie's head and pushed his cum-covered cock between her lips. "Suck it, bitch," he ordered Jannie. She looked up at him as he held his cock in one hand and her head with the other. She touched his cock with her tongue and moaned as she tasted *them*. 

Steven let go of his cock and her head as he straightened up and began to thrust into her mouth. He leaned his head back and moaned. "Yeah, that's it, Jannie. That's it. Suck it. Suck my cock." 

Jannie sucked on his cock as it thrust in and out of her mouth. She held onto it with one hand and reached down to stroke her clit with the other. Steven reached down to hold her head again as he fucked her mouth.

As Jannie rubbed her clit, she pumped Steven's shaft with her other hand. Damn but she needed to cum again! She used the juices from her slit to lubricate her clit and stroked it fast. She was sucking on Steven's cock as he was thrusting into her mouth faster and faster.

Steven held her head tightly and growled at Jannie. "Oh bitch. Oh you fucking bitch. Suck me hard. Damn you, whore." He was really fucking her face now, as if it were her pussy. He wasn't even thinking, just doing what came naturally to a man as aroused as he was. "AAAARRRGGGG...damn...I'm gonna CUUUUMMM...." Steven ground out as he held her face to his groin.

Jannie had let go of his cock and had stopped trying to touch her clit. She was holding on to his ass as he thrust deep into her mouth. It was all she could do to breathe and not gag. Finally, Steven was holding her head still as his cum poured into her mouth and down her throat. She swallowed desperately, while trying to breathe.

Steven pulled back and thrust again, allowing Jannie time to catch her breath. His semen came in spurts now, less each time. Steven was thrusting into her, but not as hard or as deep. She had been able to swallow most of his cum, but some was dripping down her chin. 

Finally finished, Steven pulled his cock out of Jannie's mouth and looked down at her. "Mmm...aren't you a tasty looking morsel," he said as he took in her cum-covered face? He noticed that she was rubbing her clit, trying to cum again.

"Here, let me help you out, since you sucked my cock so well," Steven said as he reached down and rubbed her pussy. "Tell ya what...you rub your clit, and I'll finger-fuck you." Steven stuck three fingers inside Jannie's pussy and she desperately rubbed her clit. 

"Oh, yes, yes...Steven...yes...don't stop!" Jannie cried as he indeed fucked her with his fingers. "Ohh...ahhh...yeeessss..." Jannie bucked her hips up to his hand as she came, strumming her clit with her own fingers. 

Her orgasm subsiding, she relaxed into the bed. Steven raised her head up and removed the wet towels. She still hadn't realized that she had been lying on them. Steven got off the bed and placed the urine-soaked towels into the laundry hamper in the bathroom. He found her torn panties and picked them up. Jannie lay there, watching him as he began to dress himself. He put her panties into his pocket. "Souvenir," he told her. She realized that the shoe was now on the other foot. She held nothing over him, now that he had her panties.

"Um, Steven, you know that I really wasn't going to tell Bobby anything, don't you?," Jannie hedged. 

"Yeah, I figured you wouldn't," Steven snorted. "But, just in case you get any wild ideas about doing that, just remember," he said as he pulled what was left of her panties out of his pocket and held them up," I've got these." He chuckled, thinking that not only did he have something over Jannie now, but he could used these when he masturbated. Oh, when he told her about that! He could hardly wait, but wait he would...until the time was right.

Well, you'd better get cleaned up. I'll change the sheets while you get into the shower. Steven walked to the linen closet and got fresh sheets and pillowcases. He stripped the bed and made it up fresh, putting the mink blanket back on.

Jannie was well into her shower when Steven poked his head into the steamy room and told her that he was leaving now, and would get Bobby's book on his way out. 

"Yeah, fine" was all Jannie said and he turned to leave, with a grin on his face.

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Bobby walked into the bedroom to find Jannie asleep, wrapped up in her blanket cocoon. He smiled as he sat down on the bed next to her and touched her shoulder. Or what he thought was her shoulder; it was hard to tell through that thick blanket. Jannie opened her eyes and saw her husband. 

"Hey, sleepyhead," Bobby said. "How're you doing?"

Jannie said, sleepily, very relaxed, feeling a bit guilty that Bobby didn't know the source of her relaxation, "I'm fine, sweetie. Just taking a nap."

"What did you do all day? It sure is dreary outside."

"Mmm...yeah. Sure is. I didn't do much. Just had one of my *mink blanket days*," Jannie said as she smiled and snuggled deeper into her blanket. "Just had a mink blanket day."



A Minor Accident



I live out in the country and when I have a day free I like to wander around the back roads in my little car. I'm a good driver and normally quite careful on the roads but on this current day I have to admit I was in a bit of a dreamy mood. It was pretending that I was a racing car driver that got me into a little bit of trouble.

I knew the roads well. I could probably drive them blindfolded if I had to. So I felt quite safe in coming down the old hill road and doing a sliding turn into Millers Lane. I did it quite neatly, too, straightening up and leaning on the accelerator as I did so.

Then it was a case of thank god my brakes are good and my tyres are fair because there was a car coming down Millers Lane towards me and there wasn't room for two of us on that road. I saw the cloud of dust coming up behind him as he hit his brakes and could imagine the same thing was happening behind me.

He had good brakes and he stopped before I did. Where I was concerned the bit about my brakes are good and my tyres are fair should have been my brakes are fair and my tyres are rat-shit. I'd been meaning to replace them. Time and money didn't seem to coincide. I wasn't going to be able to stop completely but he'd pulled well over and I steered well to the other side so I should have slid to a halt next to him without actually hitting him.

The driver's side front tyre blew, didn't it, and while it helped slow me down it also pulled my car inexorably across the road. It was just a gentle bump, really, but I could hear the tinkling of glass over the crunching of cars rubbing against each other.

Now I ask you, if you have to hit another car does it have to be a little BMW sports car? Those thing cost a bomb and they probably send them back to Germany for repairs. My insurance company was going to hate me.

The driver was getting out of his car and I had time to wonder how a man that big could get into a little sports car like that? Whatever, I piled out on my poor baby to meet him.

"This was totally your fault," I told him firmly. "If you hadn't been speeding we'd have had ample room to stop. Why did you need to hog so much of the road, anyway. And this is a private road, you know. I assume you're a bad navigator, as well."

"As well?" he asked calmly.

"As well as a bad driver," I snapped. "You shouldn't even have been on this road." 

"Well, for a start," he said gently, "I wasn't speeding. You were. I had ample room to stop. You didn't. And yes, I know this is a private road. It just so happens that it's also my private road."

Oh, boy. What a way to meet the new owner of the property.

I grandly ignored everything he had to say. 

"Just look at my poor car," I said, putting a sob into my voice. "It'll be off the road for weeks getting repaired."

"I suspect mine will be away for a few days getting repaired as well," he pointed out. "Due to an accident that was your fault. You might like to get the rest of your tyres replaced when they repair your car. If they repair it."

"What do you mean, if? Of course they'll repair it. That's what insurance is for. You do have insurance don't you?"

"I do, but they won't pay for repairs to your car. Neither will your company, I think you'll find."

"Why not? The accident wasn't my fault and I'll tell them that."

"Doesn't matter. The insurance company won't cover repairs that cost more than the value of the car and that means they won't bother repairing that old bomb. They'll just give you a payout figure less excess. From the look of that thing the excess is probably more than the car is worth."

That was painfully true, which was why I was only covered for damage to other vehicles. My brother was going to have to fix mine.

"This is so unfair," I grumbled. "The whole thing was totally your fault. Your insurance should cover it all."

"Can I have your details, please," he asked, handing me a card. He'd written his insurance details and registration on the back of a business card while I'd been venting.

"Why do you need my details? Your insurance should cover your damages. You don't need my details to get that done."

"It is a legal requirement, you know. If you don't want to give them to me we can always call the police and see what their opinion is."

Oh, yes, they'd love that. They'd hit me with all sorts of fines. I could just see myself up before the judge hearing accusations of dangerous driving, speeding, refusal to exchange details, unroadworthy vehicle, and probably even littering. I shuddered at the thought and capitulated.

I scrabbled around in my purse for pen and paper and wrote down my details. Fortunately my insurance papers were in the glove box so I was able to give those as well.

"Well, my car is drivable so I'll be on my way," Ron said. (I got his name off his business card.) "Would you like me to call you a tow-truck?"

"No, fuck you very much," I said under my breath. "Ah, no thank you," I said out loud.

He was giving me a rather nasty look and I wondered why. He, at least, was driving away.

"I heard you the first time," he said, sounding rather angry now. 

Oh god. Maybe I'd said that a little louder than I thought. Either that or he had ears like a bat. Whatever, I just tossed my head and looked elsewhere.

"You know, if you were my daughter I'd put you over my knee and spank you."

"Well bad luck, you're not," I snapped back at him.

"Doesn't mean that I can't imagine what it would be like. Why don't you think about it? The way you're going someone may just do that little trick to try to teach you some manners." 

My unruly imagination promptly ran away with me. I could just see him sitting down and pulling me over his knee. My panties would be pushed down exposing my bottom. Oh lord, it wouldn't just be my bottom that was exposed. Then this great oaf would start smacking my naked bottom. I could feel his hand landing on my cheeks. How big were his hands? They'd cover my whole bottom. That would mean that his middle finger would be slapping down along where my bottom was cleft in two, and everyone knows what that cleft lead onto. My god, he could even spank me there with hands that size. I'd be getting all hot and excited while he spanked me and he'd notice. I could just see him pushing me to the ground afterwards, standing over me while he undid his trousers, finally kneeling between my thighs and raping me. I shuddered slightly. Thank god we were in a public place. 

I forced myself to concentrate on the here and now. Still I was shocked to find I was breathing slightly harder and there was a pool of heat low down under my tummy. My eyes drifted over to his crotch and then I hastily looked away. I was not going to fanaticise about what he might have there.

"Interesting," I heard Ron murmur and I looked at him.

"What is?" I asked confused.

He looked around and his gaze settled on this big smooth rock by the side of the road.

"Come here," he said and strolled over to the rock while I followed, curious.

He turned and sat on the rock, looking quite comfortable.

"OK. Drop your panties and bend over my knee," he told me.

"What!?" 

"You heard. Apparently you agree with me where the spanking is concerned so let's get with it."

He had to be kidding. Did he really think I was going to go along with the idea? We were out in public, for crying out loud.

"But it's not as though there is anyone else around, nor likely to be," a little voice whispered to me, "and you were wondering what it would be like." 

"There's a big difference between wondering and doing," I firmly told myself.

"No way am I taking my panties down." I flatly laid it out to him.

"As you please. Just bend over and I'll take care of that detail. Now move it."

He spoke very firmly with that last bit and I found myself hurrying into position. 

"Are you insane?" that little voice in me shrieked at the same time as I felt my panties being pushed down. I must be, I decided. I opened my mouth to protest but yelped instead. A hard hand had just landed on my bare bottom.

I couldn't believe it. I really couldn't. He'd told me to bend over and I'd just gone ahead and done it. He'd pulled my freaking panties down. My bottom was bare and he was spanking me. Bare bottom hell. He could see my pussy. I was flailing my legs up and down and then it dawned on me that by doing that I was exposing everything. I hurriedly stopped doing that, clamping my legs together.

That didn't help with the spanking. His hand was all over my bottom, first one cheek and then the other. At least, it wasn't like in my imagination with his long finger running the length of the split between my cheeks and probing where it shouldn't. My relief about that came to an abrupt halt when he did precisely that, but worse than I'd imagined. His hand actually slapped down on my pussy, stinging it. Damn it -- I was sure I was keeping my legs together. How come they were parted again?

I was twisting about, trying to evade that spanking hand, too scared to throw myself off his knee. My poor bottom was smarting and he had absolutely no right to drop the occasional spank against my mound, no right at all. Come to think of it, he had no right to spank me at all so why was I allowing it?

Oh, god, I felt helpless and excited. He was in charge and letting me know it in no uncertain terms. My bottom was hurting and I felt hot all over. It was as though the temperature had risen several degrees, just like that. On top of that I could feel a pool of heat deep inside me. Oh, hell, I couldn't be getting aroused by a man spanking me, surely.

I was almost crying when he finally stopped. The only reason I wasn't was that I was determined not to cry in front of a brute like him. He swung me to my feet and stood up.

"Bend over and put your hands on the rock," he told me.

He couldn't be serious.

"Why?" I asked.

He didn't even bother to reply, just stood there, patiently waiting, as though he knew I was going to do as I was told. I wanted to rant at him, tell him what he could do with his demands and his spankings. Instead of that I swallowed nervously, turned around to face the stupid rock and leaned over it, using my hands to support myself.

I damn well knew it. He was a monster. A lecher. A despoiler of innocents. (Well, nearly innocent. I hadn't been a true innocent since shortly after I turned eighteen and that was a couple of years ago.)

His hand closed over my mound and I damn near jumped over the rock. He started massaging me, rubbing my mound, sending sensual little signals deep into me. That little pool of heat was hotter now and spreading. His fingers slipped between my lips, dipping into my slit, probing the inner me. I tried to keep calm and just stay still, but it was hard. It proved impossible when he probed around my clitoris. I made a whiney sort of gasp, and he immediately did the same thing again.

His hand was lying along my mound, his fingers parted, parting my lips the same way. I knew what was coming. If I said no, would he listen? For some reason I thought that he would. I made sure to keep my mouth closed.

I was right and wrong about what was coming. Right in I knew what was firmly pushing between my lips. Wrong in that I'd underestimated how much of it there would be. He felt enormous. I was lucky he didn't want to rush things -- he'd have split me in half if he had, I just knew it.

He eased between my lips, stretching them apart (way apart, it felt like) and then sauntered down my passage, having all the time in the world to reach his destination. I was just leaning over that rock, my mouth hanging open in shock, feeling myself slowly stretching and accommodating him. I did make a sort of groaning noise when I felt his groin slap against me but that could be called a groan of relief that I'd managed to take him with no problems, assuming my passage recovered from this assault. 

He eased himself back and forth a little. He wasn't what you could call taking me at this stage, rather familiarising himself with me, making sure he could move smoothly inside me. 

"Right," he said, finally pulling right back and plunging back into me. "You were being very rude, weren't you?"

"Yes," I gasped. "I'm sorry."

"You need to learn to mind your manners," he said, his cock thrusting hard into me.

He proceeded to read me a mini-lecture, punctuating each point with a hard deliberate stroke of his cock. I've heard of people driving their point home, but not like this. (The spanking, by the way, had been lecture free. He had apparently saved it for this.)

All I could do was agree with every point he made, at the same time pushing hard to meet his onrushing cock. His lecture finished (he actually said the lecture was finished) he decided to get down to business. The slow timed drives used to make each point now settled down to a faster tempo, his cock banging in hard. I was gasping and found that I was still saying yes every time he thrust into me. I tried to shut up but didn't seem able to. 

God, the man was driving me insane and part of that insanity was not wanting him to stop. I'd gone from arousal to passion to pure lust faster than I could believe and I was wanting more and more. I found myself wanting to tear off my dress and bra so that he could get at my breasts and fondle them. I suspect that the only thing that prevented me was the knowledge that if I took my hands off the rock I'd fall flat on my face.

I was still saying yes but there was a touch of desperation in my cries. I needed something more. It was with a sense of wonder that I found him providing it. He started moving faster, hitting me even harder, and then that fire in my groin just roared up, setting fire to me, blazing high and sweeping me away. I was vaguely aware that he was having his own climax, but like I cared about that. I was just stunned by the force of my own.

I almost collapsed face down on that stupid rock. My legs were distinctly wobbly. He seemed to find it amusing. After a while I managed to collect my thoughts (and my panties).

"Why did you do that?" I demanded.

"Because you wanted me to," he answered, calm as you please. "You'd better hop in my car and I'll take you home or run you into town, whichever you prefer."

"There's no need," I said somewhat huffily. "I can change the flat tyre and me on my way."

He strolled over and walked around my poor little car, then came back, shaking his head.

"You're not going anywhere in that car in its present condition," he stated flatly. "The back tyres are so worn they could blow at any moment. The surviving front tyre is even worse. Also, your mudguard is pressing against the wheel."

He opened the passengers door of his car and just stood there waiting. Grumpily I got in. He climbed in and raised an eyebrow.

"Home, I guess," I said with a sigh. "I'll get my brother to come and take my car home."

"Right. And home is where?"

"Your place," I said with another sigh. "My father is your foreman. My brother also works for you."

He nodded, did a very neat little three point turn, and belted back the direction he'd come from. Oh, boy. My father was not going to be happy about the way I met the new owner.



A Minor Case of Infidelity



Author's Note: This is a work of fiction and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. This is just a fantasy. The material in this story is for adults only and contains graphic sexual content. It is intended only for those aged 18 and older.

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My name is Brad Shumway. I'm 46, white, and a progressive. I'm 6' tall, 180lbs and still somewhat muscular. I've got blonde hair with blue eyes. I'm married to my lovely wife, Lois, of 18 years. We are very happy and enjoy each other's company. In my twenties and thirties, a lot of women came on to me because of my hair and eyes plus I'm not bad looking. Now that I'm over 40, that rarely happens anymore. My wife and I enjoy our sex life so I've never even thought of straying.

My wife works with several charities and has for many years. She told me I should be doing something for charity also. So I decided to volunteer for community service. I was assigned to help with several projects in a black neighborhood. This particular assignment is for a Baptist church. They are doing several community projects plus they have an on-going program sort of like the Habitat for Humanity. They go around the community and help repair houses for people who can't afford the repairs. I enjoy doing this kind of work. The church pays for some materials and others get donated. The help comes from us volunteers. 

I've been doing this kind of volunteering for over a month now and I love it, especially helping people who can't afford to make the repairs on their own or don't have the skills. I'm really good with my hands and I'm a pretty good handyman. There's not much I don't know how to do when it comes to working around a house. The people in the church are amazing. They are all intelligent, good looking and just good people. They have all told me they appreciate all my help and I really enjoy the work. 

On the sixth Saturday that I volunteered, a gorgeous woman came to me and asked me if I would help her with some projects around her home. I'm intrigued with her. She reminds me of a black actress named Diahann Caroll who was big in the 1980s when I was a horny teenage young man but who has been on TV basically since the 1960s. She tells me she's divorced, 55 and alone. She's 5' 8" tall and roughly 125lbs. She's got beautiful light chocolate colored skin which looks perfect. She has no blemishes and very few wrinkles. Her hair is medium brown and was obviously styled at a beauty shop. Today she's wearing a beautiful white with yellow polka dots sundress. She says she doesn't date much. I ask her what is wrong with the men around here. She laughs at that and kisses my cheek. I tell her I'll be at her house next Saturday about 8am. She hands me the address, thanks me again and we say our goodbyes. I watch her as she walks away and, wow, is she hot.

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The following Saturday, I arrive at her house and knock on the door. She opens it and she is looking really good. She has on short shorts and a blouse that is fairly see-through. She doesn't have a bra on because her nipples are poking out nicely. She has amazing legs and she's wearing flip-flops. I notice her toenails are painted red. This woman is a vision. The men around here must be blind or maybe they are all married or gay. 

We work together on her projects. They are all not very hard. The hardest is a minor roof repair. By lunch, I'm finished with all but two of the things she wanted done. She takes a break and feeds me. We talk and learn a lot about each other. She's college educated in a state college. She has a BA in business with a computer science minor. She's still working and has a very good job. She says she paid for all the materials I used today. She just doesn't have the skills or the tools necessary to do the jobs herself. I'm fascinated with her and can't understand why she's not being pursued by some male.

We finish her other projects in the early afternoon. We are both sweaty because it's like 92 and humid. Her near see-through blouse is now fully see-through and her breasts are magnificent. She asks me if I'd like to take a shower before I leave. I tell her I'm fine but she eventually talks me into taking a shower in her bathroom, telling me I'll ruin the upholstery in my car with all that sweat. That was my major mistake. I'm standing in the shower washing up when the shower door opens and a naked, hot as hell, black woman steps in. 

"Shirley! What are you doing?"

"Saving water." She smiles at me. She washes herself all over and then uses the shower head to flush out her pussy. "Wash my back for me, Brad."

Holy shit I'm in trouble. My penis is starting to stand tall and mentally I'm being pulled in two directions. I want this woman and yet I want to remain faithful to my wife. After I wash her back, she turns around and sees my cock pointing at the ceiling. "Oh, my, what have we here?" She grabs it and begins to wash it which isn't needed because I've already done that.

She says "Brad, you obviously like what you see. Would you like to fuck me?"

I look her in the eyes and say "God, Shirley, I'd love to fuck you but I'm married." I show her the ring. I know she's seen it earlier today. It's hard to miss. 

She says "Your wife would never know. I'm not going to press you for this but once. I haven't had sex in six weeks now. I'm horny and I think you are just the most beautiful man I have ever seen."

"I'm sorry, Shirley, I really would love to fuck you but I can't...I really can't." If I wasn't married, woman, you'd be in trouble.

"Please, Brad." She kneels down and takes my cock into her mouth. I moan. God, how can I stay faithful to my marriage vows around this woman.

I pull away from her and she stands up. She says "Brad, you can use both of my holes." She turns around, bends over and spreads her gorgeous butt cheeks. "My husband used both my holes for over 10 years. They are both yours if you just say yes to my needs." Holy fuck!!

God, this woman is killing me. Lois doesn't do anal although I have begged her for years. Shirley stands back up and looks me in the eyes, "Please, Brad,...PLEASE!" I look down and she is magnificent. Her body is something else again. I'm guessing but I believe her measurements are close to 38C-25-38. Her tits are wonderful and have sagged hardly at all. She's got an outstanding ass. Her pussy is not shaved but it is well trimmed. I love the shade of her light chocolate skin.

"Shirley, I'll tell you what. I'll give you a couple of orgasms with my mouth but I can't fuck you even though I really want too."

Shirley looks sad but she says "Okay, if that's all I can get, I'll take it. Thank you very much."

She turns the shower off and we dry off. Soon she's on her bed with her legs spread and knees up. Holy hell!! My cock is so hard it's throbbing. I crawl on the bed and kiss up the inside of her right thigh. I kiss her pussy and then kiss down her left inner thigh. She's moaning. I move back up and take her right nipple in my mouth and begin to suck and nibble on that. She continues to moan. She has her hands in my hair. After a couple of minutes I move over to her left nipple and pleasure it. Then I kiss back down her fairly flat stomach and over her pubic mound. "Oh, God Brad. You're driving me crazy!"

I begin to kiss around her pussy and then lick up and down her outer labia. She's moaning and has her hands in my hair again. After a few minutes, I spread her outer labia apart and I'm struck by the pinkness of her inner lips and clit. I've never been near a woman of color before, sexually that is. I think the difference in the color of her skin and her inner goodness is wonderful and so sexy.

I begin to suck on her inner labia. Each time I pull them with my lips, she squeals. She smells so good. Her pheromones are driving me crazy and her pussy juice is ambrosia. After a few minutes of sucking, licking and pulling her inner labia, I begin to tongue-fuck her. She starts to move while I'm tongue-fucking her. She's starting to fuck my face. Her hands are still in my hair and her hips are pumping into my face.

She says "Brad, please put your thumb in my ass." I hesitate and she yells "PLEASE!!" I slip my thumb into her ass. She says "Now fuck me there!" I begin to move my thumb in and out of her ass. I've never done that before. She really breathing heavily. My tongue is in her vagina but my nose is rubbing on her clit which is pretty big. She still pumping into my face and soon she screams, her ass raises off the bed and she says "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK..." I can feel her ass muscles tighten around my thumb and her pussy muscles are trying in vain to tighten on my tongue.

When she comes down from that orgasm, I move up to her clit and suck it into my mouth. Her clit is so big that it looks like a little penis. I start to flick my tongue over the tip. Almost immediately she arches her back and screams again. She hasn't moved her hands. She's pulling me hard into her juicy cunt. It's becoming hard to breathe. She cums for over a minute and then pushes me away. I take a deep breath.

I stand up to get dressed and she suddenly sees what I'm doing. She jumps up and says "Please don't leave, Brad. Let me help you out. I love to suck cock. I want to taste your cum. PLEASE!" She has a hold of my cock.

I say "Sorry, Shirley, NO! We are finished. I got you off twice, that's all that is going to happen. I can't go any farther." I walk out of her bedroom and into the bathroom. I start to dress. When I finish, I wash my face, my hands and use the mouthwash. I then start to walk out of her house. She's in the front room on the couch crying. 

She says "I'm sorry, Brad. I shouldn't have come into the shower. I apologize. But thank you so much for the two orgasms and for all the work you did on my house. You are something. The best oral sex I've ever had. But I shouldn't have forced you to do that."

"Shirley, you didn't force me. You begged me and I voluntarily went down on you. For what it's worth, if I wasn't married I'd probably be fucking you in both holes right now. I just can't." I lean down and kiss her. She turns it into a French kiss. 

She says "Thanks so much for everything, honey. Why are all the good men married or gay or in jail? Life fucking sucks." She's crying hard again.

I tell her goodbye and walk out of her house. God, I'm glad I got out of that place. She's hot as hell and if it weren't for my wife, I'd probably never leave. I'm going to remember her for the rest of my life, that's for sure.

The next weekend, I don't show up at the church for work. I don't know if I can go back there. She's a member of that church and the temptation would be too much if I see her again. I know I'd eventually end up with my cock plowing into her. The pastor calls me later that day and I tell him something has come up and I won't be back. I tell him I really enjoyed helping. He thanks me and wishes me luck in whatever I do and blesses me. If he only knew the real reason I won't be back, would he still bless me?

End.



A Minute In Time



Howard and Jan Wilmstent were a typical young married couple. They each worked hard, and spent all their free time with each other. They were very much in love with each other.

Howard, 26, was 6-1, with a solid body and 8 inch cock. He didn't have the rock-hard abs that male models and pro wrestlers seem to have, but his body pleased his wife, and that, in Howard's mind, was what counted. He worked out twice a week at the local gym, and also ran 2 miles three times a week. He was an accountant, and didn't get much exercise behind a desk. He had brown hair, short-cropped but still full.

Jan, 24, was a fitness buff. She taught aerobics at the gym Howard worked out at. A statuesque 5-9, she had 34b breasts, a 24-inch waist, and 33 around the hips. Her hair, long and blonde, fell to the middle of her back. She taught her class five days a week, twice a day. In between, she loved to swim, or lounge in the sauna.

Howard and Jan had met at the gym, when Howard had been swimming laps. Jan had not seen him, and jumped on him right as he was turning. They sank to the bottom of the pool,then came up holding on to each other. Howard wanted to get mad, but the woman in his arms was too lovely. Jan apologized, but Howard got a dinner date from her.

After that night, they dated constantly for four months before Howard proposed. A year after meeting, they were married poolside at the gym. They had been married for 18 months now.

The evening had started at a local Indian restaurant, celebrating Howard's raise. They feasted on lamb-kebobs and tandoori rice. After sharing a bottle of wine during dinner, they were quite relaxed as they drove home. Jan had slid close to Howard on the bench seat of his truck, and her hands seemed to stay in his lap, stroking gently on his cock as they headed home.

When they got back to their rented home, they went immediately to the bedroom. They each disrobed, watching the other as they did so. Each of them grew excited as they slid the covers back on the bed, then lay next to each other.

Hands roamed the other's body, sliding over familiar musculature. Jan made the first move, sliding down to take Howard's cock into her mouth. A couple of deep-suctioned sucks got Howard's cock, already at semi-rigidity because of the teasing on the drive home, to full stiffness.

Once Howard was hard, Jan stroked it a few times and smiled at her husband. Then, retaining her grip, she unrolled a condom and slipped it on his rod. Then she climbed atop him, letting his cockhead pierce through the folds of her pussy to impale her. She controlled the motion with slow bouncing jerks up and down Howard's member. Howard reached up and grabbed Jan's breasts, tweaking the nipples until they were like solid rocks of excitement.

Then he signaled his desire to speed up by grabbing Jan's hips and pulling her down hard onto his groin. Holding Jan tight, trying hard to keep his cock inside her, he rolled his wife over until she was in a doggy position. As he straightened himself behind her, his cock slipped out of her pussy. She whimpered slightly, until he grabbed her ass and spread her legs farther apart, allowing his cock better access to her now-swollen pussy lips. This is the moment they had been waiting for, and the minute to be followed, second by second.

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01: Howard shoved his cock into Jan's body. The member, gleaming already from Jan's wetness, slips in easily. Howard holds his cock as steady as he can once it's deep inside his wife.

02: Jan starts to squeeze Howard's cock with her inner pussy walls, wanting to feel her husband's cock more fully. Howard starts to pull his cock back, forming a counter-pressure against the closing pussy walls.

03: Howard now has his sheathed cock out of Jan, except for the mushroomy head. He hears his wife start to tell him to drive back inside her body. "Fuck you, get that ..."

04: Jan's beg has completed. "Cock in my pussy!" Jan, a demure woman, had a foul mouth in the bedroom. Howard loved that she cursed at him during sex. But despite the order, Howard remains motionless, the cockhead the only part of his body in contact with his wife. Not even his hands are on her.

05: Jan tries to shove her ass backwards to suck Howard's cock into her body, but Howard has expected this.

06: Howard moves backwards too, keeping just the cockhead inside his wife. She starts to whimper now.

07: Howard grabs his wife by the hips, digging his fingers into her flesh. Jan's brain just starts to register the pain when ...

08: Howard thrusts his cock hard into his wife again. He buries his cock to the hilt. His groin slams against Jan's butt, and his balls are also swinging in an arc.

09: Howard's balls hit against Jan's clit, but it only touches her for a second. Howard is already pulling his cock back out of her body.

10: His cock almost out of Jan now, Howard pushes it back in. He's starting to build a rhythm. Both of them feel his cock bury inside Jan, then start to pull back out.

11: Howard pulls out, then goes back in. Jan is starting to get the feel of Howard's rhythm. She's starting to rock against her husband. Both of them feel their excitement building now.

12: Howard is moving quicker. He pulls out, goes back in, and pulls mostly out again. Jan almost has her rhythm to match Howard's. Her pussy is starting to secrete its pussy juices, making her pussy wetter.

13: Howard now is moving at two beats a second. By the second beat, Jan has found Howard's rhythm.

14: Jan and Howard now have matching movements. As Howard moves into Jan's pussy, Jan is moving towards Howard to get him in her quicker. Her breasts, hanging down because of the doggy style hands-and-knees position, are starting to swing back and forth as well. Jan pumps backwards, and the breasts move forward. When she moves forward as Howard is pulling out, her breasts swing towards Howard. Howard's hands are now releasing Jan's hips.

15: Movement continues. Howard has released Jan's hips, and they are moving towards Jan's blonde hair. Howard himself is leaning over Jan's back.

16: Two more strokes of the cock in the body. Howard's hands have grabbed the blonde hair that has been hanging down the sides of Jan's head. He is now pulling it up away from Jan's face.

17: As he continues to pull the hair away from Jan's face and strokes into her body, Howard looks to the right. The mirror atop the dresser shows the couple as they are intertwined. Howard's vision focuses on the now-visible face of his loving wife.

18: Jan's face is contorting in delight. Her eyes are squeezed shut in delight, and her mouth is open. She is moaning and cursing Howard constantly. Howard's hands are coming together, as Jan and Howard continue to come together in erotic union.

19: Howard's hands have come together, and he moves all the hair to his left hand. His right hand lets go of the hair and is starting to move back down Jan's side. Meanwhile, Jan is screaming "Faster, god-damn you ..."

20: "Faster! Fuck me faster!" Jan is completely excited. She can feel her orgasm building inside her.

21: Howard responds by speeding up. He gets three strokes into Jan in this second. Meanwhile, his right hand has found Jan's bouncing right breast. He grabs a handful of it.

22: The right hand of Howard Wilmstent squeezes the right breast of his wife. Meanwhile, his left hand pulls back on Jan Wilmstent's hair.

23: "Fuck! OW! OW!" Jan is in pain from Howard's motion, but she would not have it any other way. Jan has been a pain slut since Howard first pulled her hair a year ago accidentally. It had triggered Jan's most impressive orgasm ever. Since then, she came whenever Howard got rough with her, but not to the degree she had the first time.

24: The pain was doing its job. Jan's every nerve ending has started tingling. Deep at the far end of her pussy, she is preparing for a release of juices. Howard has sped up, going in and out of Jan four times. He has stopped pulling back deeply, choosing instead to pump within her body.

25: Four more strokes into Jan's pussy. The pain is continuing, as Howard is using Jan's hair like a horse's rein, pulling Jan's head up. Her mouth has left the pillow, and she washes Howard's ears with more foul language, knowing Howard loves to hear it. 

26: "You little fucking shithead ..." Jan screams as Howard pumps in her.

27: "I need you to cum ..." The screaming and pumping continue.

28: "In me, asshole!" Jan was ready to cum now, and Howard was close.

29: "AAAARRGHHHHHHHHHH! YYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEE ..." Jan's voice grew an octave as her orgasm had started. Howard drove his cock deep into his wife.

30: "EEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!" Jan came. Her body opened the floodgates, and the juices started flowing towards Howard's condom-covered cock.

31: The juices washed over Howard's cock. Through the latex, he felt the cum flowing, and knew that was what he needed.

32: Howard's cock jerked upwards inside Jan's pussy. His right hand released Jan's breast and moved towards her ass.

33: Howard's body stiffened to match his cock. He grabbed Jan's hip, and he started saying ...

34: "I'm cumming, Jan!"

35: As more and more of Jan's juices flowed over the condom, Howard's cock let go. At speeds of 600 miles an hour, semen show out of Howard's cock and into the tip of the condom.

36: The couple was cumming in unison now. Jan was flowing, and the semen of Howard's first shot filled the tip of the condom.

37: A second shot erupted from Howard's cock, following the first.

38: Jan's orgasm has finished, and Howard knew it automatically. He lets go of Jan's hair.

39: A third shot of semen exits Howard's cock and pushes into the rapidly-filling condom tip. Jan's head hits the pillow, raising her ass a little higher.

40: Howard can feel that he has one more shot of semen to cum, but he starts pulling his cock out of Jan anyway.

41: The next shot of semen slides out of Howard's cock, so he thrusts rapidly back into his wife's body. He grabs her hip with his left hand and pulls Jan close.

42: The last shot of semen fills the tip of the condom. Howard keeps his cock buried in his wife, and he hears her whimpering happily, in post-orgasmic bliss.

43: Slowly Howard starts to pump in his wife again, as his cock has started to shrink. Jan humps back at her husband in bliss.

44: Jan is whispering "I love you," as Howard strokes in her body. She can feel his cock shriveling, and tries to grab his cock with her pussy to retain the wonderful feeling of fullness they have together.

45: Howard's cock has finished shriveling. As he strokes back, his cock slides out of Jan.

46: Jan's pussy has already started to close up after being open for Howard's cock. Howard is moving to Jan's right, preparing to lie back.

47: Howard's head hits the pillow, and he rolls on his back. Jan starts to reach down his body.

48: Jan's hands grab Howard's cock. One hand grasps the condom's base and pulls it off.

49: With practiced ease, Jan drops the condom into the trash can just off the bed. Meanwhile, her mouth is opening, as her head moves close to Howard's cock.

50: Howard can feel Jan's breath on his cock as Jan starts to take him into her mouth. She sucks the cock deeply in.

51: With a practiced ease, her tongue slithers around Howard's cock, starting to clean him off. Howard starts to moan in happiness.

52: Jan's tongue finishes its trip around Howard's cock, and Jan breaths through her nose, exhaling softly.

53: Jan starts sucking again, pulling Howard's cock as she slides her lips over its entire length, from shaft to midway up.

54: Jan finishes pulling off Howard's cock, the cockhead popping out of her mouth as Howard says "So good!"

55: The spent cock flops against Howard's thigh. Jan leans down and kisses it.

56: Howard slides one hand against Jan's cheek, and pulls her face towards his.

57: Slowly, Jan's lips touch Howard's, and they start to kiss. As they kiss, both build a pressure against the other, working on pleasing the other one.

58: Howard wraps his arms around Jan, pulling her naked body close to his. He revels in the feel of her still-hard nipples against his chest, and her legs as they tangle with his legs. She feels his limp cock brushing against her upper thigh, and sighs happily. They break the kiss. As they do, a smile creases both their lips.

59: Both Howard and Jan say, simultaneously, "I love you." They nuzzle happily, preparing to go to sleep in each other's arms.

60: Meanwhile, inside Jan's body, some of the semen had slipped out of a small hole in the condom. They have reached the fallopian tubes, where a small egg is sitting. Jan had ovulated during dinner, and the egg had sat, waiting. Neither Jan nor Howard expected what would happen next. The sperm drove at the egg. One of them slid through the thin membrane of the egg.

Nine months later, Jan and Howard were first-time parents. And it happened in a moment within a minute of time.