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By: seat542



It's been awhile since I submitted anything. It's good to be back.

This story is a bit different from my usual style. I hope you enjoy. Please let me know.

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From nowhere I became aware; aware of an empty peace. Understanding slowly filled my thought center. I had just completed a journey and now I was returning. Yet as I returned I knew something was incomplete. 

"Mr. Boyd. Mr. Boyd," these words and a voice filled my mind. The emptiness faded as the voice became clearer and then my thought center slipped through a darkness. Again the voice and words filled my mind.

"Mr. Boyd, wake up. It's time to wake up. The doctor is through and its time to wake up."

I felt my eyes opening and my senses being flooded by a warm light, and by out of focus images of movement. There was a darker image close to me from which the voice and words were coming. It took a couple of seconds before everything became clear. I was in a hospital room and these were nurses moving about.

The nurse's face was pleasant and she smiled warmly. She told me everything was fine; the doctor found nothing. Although I heard her and understood what she said, I didn't remember why I was there.

"Why am I here?" was my groggy response.

"You had a routine colonoscopy," she replied. "Everything is fine."

Still I had no idea or recollection of needing one or even coming in for one. It was strange, because I understood everything around me, but not why I was there. As the nurses and attendants scurried about, my eye caught a woman standing off to one side. Everyone was doing something except for her.

She was striking in her features: black, shoulder length hair which was parted in the middle and silhouetting her face. This was in contrast to the other female medical professionals who had their hair pulled back in a working mode. Her face, which appeared to be void of make-up, was creamy white with contrasting lips so naturally pink. A lab coat hid her body but it was still obvious it concealed a well proportioned body.

The most unique feature was her eyes. They were the bluest blue I had ever seen. When our eyes met, I experienced and overwhelming feeling of calm. Her mouth formed a hint of a peaceful smile.

My eyes drifted shut again from the anesthesia. A slight touch on my arm along with hearing my name brought me back. The black haired vision was gone. I thought it had to be a dream.

After a half hour and the nurses thinking my wits were back, I was allowed to dress, and to check out at the front desk. There was something very strange about all of this. I knew the answers to every question being asked, but the answers were news to me. It was as if I was learning about myself for the first time. I remembered nothing until I was asked.

"Is there someone here to pick you up?

"No, I came here alone."

"Do you live far from here?"

"No, my condo is only three blocks away?"

"Are you going there or to work when you leave?"

"Work, there are a couple of hot deals I'm working on and need to get back as soon as possible."

Collecting the paper work, I checked the clock; 11am. I left the clinic realizing I just learned where I lived and that I had a job. It was weird but not alarming. I thought it to be side effects from the anesthesia. Even this thought was a learning moment.

Mixing into the crowd along the sidewalk I simply started walking, making turns automatically. I had no idea where I was going but my body seemed to know. I entered a coffee shop and the girl behind the counter smiled and greeted me.

"Hi, Jerry; the usual?"

My response took me by surprise, "You bet, Tina. How did your exams go? How is little Billy doing?"

I now knew my name was Jerry and this waitress, Tina, knew me; my drink and she was a single mom in college. The concept of school entered my mind for the first time. I was aware I had gone to college and remembered the rigors of exams. I could only imagine how hard it must be to work, study, and raise a kid.

We exchanged chit-chat for a few minutes. Everything was new. My wallet was new; money was new, the cup was new. This whole thing was calmly enlightening. As I turned to leave, I saw her; the black hair beauty from the hospital. She was standing outside the café. She was now wearing a long black coat.

Again her eyes captured mine and the same feeling of calm came over me. I held her gaze as I headed out of the café with my drink. Hearing an 'excuse me' I glanced around and saw an older woman struggling with the door. With my free hand, I opened it and smiled as she passed through. I followed.

Looking back to where my black hair woman was standing, she was gone. This was very strange but somehow not alarming. I was getting the feeling something happened to me while I was 'under' and the black haired beauty was part of it.

Without thinking I headed down the street and into an office building. Getting into an elevator I pushed "11" on the control panel. I just found out I worked on the 11th floor of a 30 floor building. The doors closed, the car made its journey and it stopped on at the proper floor. When the doors opened I walked across the hall to a glass lined entry. The signage on the door read, 'Duggan & Boyd—Real Estate Investors." It appeared we owned the whole floor.

Making my way through the offices and hearing all the 'Good Afternoons, Mr. Boyd,' I soon learned I was THE BOYD on the door. I was a partner. As I smiled and returned the greetings, the names of people entered my mind. Everyone at whom I smiled and greeted returned the smile but with just a hint of puzzlement.

Entering my office, the door marquee confirming my suspicion, I saw three large legal size folders on a tidy desk. Going behind the desk, I picked up the first folder and it read, '11 Jamaica.' Looking at the paperwork inside I learned our company was buying this property and I was the approving financial officer.

As if by instinct I looked at all the papers, appraisals, offers, and background information. This deal was unethical. Our company had structured a deal which literally stole the property from its original owners. The owners were Agnes and Phillip McDonough ages 43 and 45 respectively. Hard luck and three kids forced them to seek any deal possible.

A light knocking on my door broke my thoughts. Looking up I saw Terri Matthers enter. New thoughts enlightened me. Terri was the office slut, who I was banging every chance I could. She gave me a very provocative smile as she swayed her way to my side. In a low and hungry voice she said, "My ass is so hot right now. I sure could use that thick cock of yours in it. How about a drink after work at my place?"

My response was strangely neutral. I wasn't turned on; turned off; offended; or flattered. I simply knew I wasn't going to fuck her anymore. "I can't Terri. I need to review these deals, and then see what Cathy is up too."

The thought of Cathy, my live-in, was the first of her. My mind told me she was a professional escort whom I met when I was one of her clients. A realization came over me that she did not love me but rather used me for free living in exchange for sex on demand. Again, I was neutral emotionally and realized I no longer desired our arrangement.

Turning my attention back to Terri, she was now sitting on chair with her back to the door. Her skirt was hiked up and she was slowly fingering her bald pussy. In a neutral tone I said, "Thanks, but I need to correct these contracts." 

Disbelief overcame Terri, "What the fuck's up with you? Yesterday you couldn't wait to eat my pussy and today it's like I don't exist." In a quick and irritated move she left my office with a final blurb of "Asshole!"

Her words triggered the image of being on my knees between her legs in that very chair and sucking on her baldness under her black skirt. It was late and no one was in the office at that time so there was no holding back. I saw myself licking her folds and fingering her box. She was so wet and squirming around on the chair; her legs were lifted over my shoulders into the air. Black seamed French nylons encased her legs and red heels matched her red blouse which she tore open; buttons flying across the room.

Remembering the direction, I glanced to my right and saw one of the buttons at the bottom of the far wall.

"Fuck my ass. Fuck my asshole." The image of Terri's red lips spewing her lust came into focus. Her long red talons were attacking her nipples, pulling and pinching them as she spoke.

I saw myself standing up and shoving my cock into her soaked pussy for lubrication. Pulling out, Terri grabbed hold of the back of her knees to present me her asshole which was already dilated for its pounding. Without hesitation, I plunged my fat cock into her backside. Terri's eyes rolled back and the moan from her throat was loud and wanton. Even with her hole dilated, the girth of dick stretched it even more.

"Ohhhhh, yesssss...." Terri cried out, "....ohhhhh, shove it in me. Do me deep...Fuck me, fuck me."

I fucked her ass as deep and as hard as I could. Her tightness surrounded me and I knew I wasn't going to last long. Still I pounded her without any care or feelings towards her. I was simply using her asshole for my pleasure. I grunted as cum poured from my cock and deep into her ass. Still stroking, I used her sphincter to coax the last drops of cum from me. Terri then used her mouth to clean any essence from semi-hard rod.

I understood why she called me an asshole just now, but still I knew I'd never be with her again. I sat down at my desk to rework the numbers on the contract. When completed, I took the folder over to Mike Duggan's office to discuss the problems I found and the corrections I made.

"Jesus Jerry," he began, "we make our livings by taking advantage of people. What the hell is wrong with you?"

The thoughts of deal after shady deal flooded my memory. My only reply was, "This is wrong."

Mike blew his top.

"WRONG! I'LL GIVE YOU FUCKIN' WRONG. CHANGE THOSE NUMBERS BACK TO THE WAY THEY WERE!" he commanded.

"I can't Mike. It's not right." I said calmly.

He looked at me in shock and then told me to go home and get some rest. He said the doctors must have done something to my head instead of my ass. He was partially correct, something had happened inside my head. Taking his advice, I left the office.

There was one person in the elevator when I entered; a man about twenty years my senior. I guessed him to be about 65. He smiled and I smiled back. When I pressed 'L' he started to talk.

"Doing the right thing isn't as hard as it seems. Is it Jerry?"

I had never seen this man before in my life. We were about the same height but he had a thicker build. His hair was black with graying temples and he wore a three piece business suit with a bow tie. I could tell he was in charge of some company, but still I had no idea how he knew my name.

"The hard part is changing old ways. People don't want change; they want things the way they were. Take your partner for example; greed has become part of his life and he just wants more. Ms. Matthers can't handle rejection and needs to use her body for acceptance. Your rejection of her today is causing a big stir in her."

How did he know what just happened? I just listened to his words.

"Life doesn't always stay the same, Jerry. Here is my card" which he handed to me as the elevator stopped; the door opening with its familiar 'ding.' He said goodbye as he stepped from the car.

Greeting him in the hallway was my black haired beauty. She was adorned in black silk and there was an aura about her as she gave a slight bow to the gentleman. Both turned to face me and gave me a calming smile as the door closed.

Looking at the card it simply read "11." There was no name, address, phone, email or other information. Glancing at the control panel the only two buttons illuminated were '11' and 'L.' I pushed the 'door open' button and as it did, a quick breeze licked up from between the car and the shaft causing the card to drop from my hand and down into the same space. I looked up to see the lobby to my office. 

In disbelief I stood motionless for a few seconds. The doors closed and the car began its descent. Something indeed had happened to me. Perhaps a good night sleep is what I truly need.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!!!!!" broke my thoughts. I was standing in my condo and there in front of me was Cathy, naked except for a strap-on, fucking some guy in the ass who was on all fours in the middle of my living room. Cathy used my condo to see clients. I wasn't supposed to come home unannounced. Well, that just changed.

The poor guy was flustered and just got dressed and left as Cathy rained obscenity after obscenity upon me. I went to the closet and took out a suitcase. I gathered some of my clothes from the bedroom and packed them into the case.

She was irate and asked me what I was doing. I calmly told her I was leaving and the condo would be signed over to her in the morning. I turned and left.

Checking into the busy hotel I was given the key to room '11-11.' Ironic. As I turned for the elevator, there was my black haired beauty across the room staring at me. People passed by her without notice, just as the nurses had earlier that day. She was stunning, but this time however, her look was different. It was celestial. There was so much and nothing at the same time.

Her lips glowed with a creamy redness. The blueness of her eyes was accented by the lightest of greens. A silvery sheen seemed to be woven into her hair. There was a glow around her. Pink silks adorned her body. I was drawn to her.

I crossed the lobby never taking my eyes from hers for fear she would vanish again. I was now standing before her; her fragrance intoxicating; her look mesmerizing. She softly placed her lips onto mine and my mind began to empty. I was being consumed. I had a yearning and a craving the likes of which I had never experienced before.

It was sensual; it was sexual; it was mental; it was spiritual; it was a deepness of lovingness which made my heart thirst for more. My essence seemed to be drawn from me and was being mixed with a rich peacefulness. I was being transformed and freely gave myself to this power.

As my senses returned I was no longer in the hotel lobby, but rather in a place worlds away. I was naked standing before my now naked Goddess. Her beauty was beyond beauty. Her skin was flawlessly cream white with a glow of pink. I gazed into her eyes and around her face. The look was so very pure. I drank in her entirety.

The pinkness of her nipples upon the slight puffiness of her areolas spoke of fertility. Her breasts were full and I desired their fruit. Her smooth torso glided into her hips and from between her loins her moisture glistened through her fine black down.

She reached out to me, her fingers caressing my face. My body was alive. I followed her fingers as they traced a path across my chest; her pink nails finding my nipples and bringing pleasure to my body. My manhood was completely swollen with a calm yearning. 

Pressing her body into mine, our lips met and a deep oneness overtook me. The softness of her tongue touching mine drew me deeper into her soul. Her nipples grazed mine sending a yearning deep into my loins. Our arms encircled and my goddess effortlessly took me deep into her being, enveloping my shaft with a warmth and softness. Her legs around mine, her hips rhythmically taught me their song as we became one.

We floated in space; warmth wrapping us in pure love. My seed flowed from me and was taken into her womb. Her body danced around mine and I found myself being held in her arms with my face nuzzled into her bosom. Our eyes met again and love swept over me. Lifting her breast, she placed her nipple onto my lips and I tasted a honey like nectar which produced a peaceful slumber I did not attempt to fight.

It took awhile to figure out where I was. Glancing around I realized I was indeed in a hotel room. Sunlight peeked in from between the drawn curtains. Reaching for the clock on the nightstand it read 8:00. I saw a key next to it; Room 11-11. 

Thinking back to day and night before I wandered what was real and what was a dream. I had left Cathy and taken a hotel room. Work loomed over me and I knew things were about to change. I thought of Terri and felt a sorrow for her. I thought of my black hair goddess and hoped it wasn't a dream.

Getting ready for the day, I knew what I needed to do.

Leaving the hotel I went to the bank waiting a few minutes until it opened. I closed all of my accounts and had them produce two cashier's check, splitting the entire amount evenly Both were significant sums.

I then went to my attorney and signed my condo over to Cathy.

Taking a cab to 11 Jamaica I knocked on the McDonough's door. Phil McDonough answered and looked at me with contempt. "What do you want," he snarled. "You took everything we have. What more could you want from us?"

"Mr. McDonough, I came by to make things right for you and your family." 

I took one check from my wallet and gave it to him. His hands shook and he called for his wife and showed her the check. She started crying and looked and me and asked, "Why?"

With a soft smile I replied, "Because it's right."

I shook their hands, wished them well and left.

On my way to the office, I stopped by the coffee shop for my morning brew. While Tina made my drink, I grabbed one of the greeting cards they sold from the rack. I wrote a simple note to Tina wishing her the best of luck in life. I placed the other check into the card, sealed it in the envelope and gave it to her when she handed me my coffee.

"What's this for?" she asked.

"It's a little something to help you out in school. Promise me you don't open it until I leave!" I said while winking.

I heard Tina's scream two doors away. She found the check.

Going into the office I signed over my half of the company to Mike. There was no fight, he seemed to understand. He didn't even ask what I was going to do. 

I approached Terri and asked if she had a minute and she hesitantly agreed to follow me. I told her I was going to take her to a place where she would find the peace and happiness she craved. She just looked at me oddly as we entered the elevator. I pushed '11' and the doors opened.

Three people greeted us and all were naked as we suddenly had become. My black hair goddess was standing on the left of the man who I met the day before. On his right was a handsome god whom I knew was there for Terri.

The man in charge smiled and said, "Welcome Jerry. Welcome Terri. I am very pleased on your decision. Doing the right thing is not that hard to do. Please join us."

Terri looked at me and said, 'Thank you." She drifted towards her god and then they glided out of focus.

My goddess took me into her arms and placed her lips upon mine and I felt her Love. Moving slightly back, she looked at me with a smile and took my hand and placed it onto her swollen belly. A gentle kick met my hand. We kissed again and my mind floated.

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Mike Duggan re-read the document before him. It was his partner's, Jerry Boyd, will. Along with it was power of attorney for him to execute Jerry's wishes. Mike shook his head. He couldn't believe anesthesia from a simple colonoscopy caused Jerry to pass. Statistically it something like 1 in 3 million; he guessed Jerry was the 1.

Looking back at will Mike was now sole owner of Duggan & Boyd. He would keep the name the same. Jerry was a strange guy. He wanted Mike to sign his condo over to this escort he was seeing. Mike thought what a deal; $250,000 for a piece of ass.

His next task was just as surprising. He was to split Jerry's savings between the coffee shop girl and a deal gone bad a few years back, the McDonough family. Mike wondered if Jerry was also banging the coffee shop chick. Well, both of them will be wealthy beyond their dreams in a few days.


11:11



Let me set the scene. The current boyfriend? Asleep on the couch. He'd been working these crazy hours at the hospital and he would fall asleep a lot when I, personally, would rather be fucking. And the ex-boyfriend? On IM from his new place in Seattle. He was there, but his furniture wasn't yet. I forget the details of how that happened.

"Look, it's almost your time," he wrote.

I looked down at the corner of the screen. Yeah. Back when we were together, it seemed like whenever we were done fucking, one of us would notice the time, it was always 11:11. We couldn't figure it out. It was just weird. After a while it got to be a game. He wanted me to cum right at 11:11. Not 11:10, not 11:12. Well, it would often run into 11:12. But that was okay.

Me: Yeah, it is. Ex: Are you going to wake him up so you can have your 11:11? Me: No. That was our thing, baby.

Then

Me: brb phone Ex: K

It was him.

"You mean," said the Ex, in that familiar tone, sexy and quiet and gently teasing, "you're not gonna cum for me in a few minutes?"

"No," I said. "That's silly," I added, but sounded less sure.

"But isn't your pussy trained to cum at 11:11? Doesn't it feel wrong if you don't cum then?"

I didn't answer, but apparently my pussy was still trained to drip at the sound of his voice. I felt the wetness seeping through my panties, felt that lush quivering ache deep inside. Damn him.

"I know you're wet, Annie. I know you want to cum for me, even now, even with whats-his-name there in the room with you."

I didn't answer.

"Tell me you want it."

"Yes," I whispered, closing my eyes.

"Tell me!"

"I want it."

"With your boyfriend right there, sleeping?"

"Yes."

"My beautiful, horny bitch-in-heat. My angel. Take off your clothes."

"But--"

"If he wakes up, I don't want you to be able to hide what you're doing. I want him to see that you're mine right now. Hurry up, you don't want to miss your time."

I stood up, hands shaking, and started to undress. I slid off my pink top with the spaghetti straps, and it might have been the cool night air or just a heavy dose of fear, but my nipples contracted and got deliciously hard. I thought about how my Ex used to bite them, not too hard but just hard enough, right when I came, intensifying the pleasure till sometimes it made me scream. I unzipped the cutoffs - what a relief to get those off. They were so tight, just the way my boyfriend liked to see them on me, but they had been rubbing and teasing my clit all night. That fucker wanted me to wear shorts that made me crazy, and then he fell asleep. Oh well. Now it felt so good to get those wet panties off. There I was, standing in the living room naked, about to play with my Ex while my boyfriend slept.

I picked up the phone. "Okay," I said, sinking to the floor. My back was against the couch. I spread my legs wide, knees bent, and I couldn't wait. I reached down to gently tease my clit.

"Everything's off?"

"Yes."

I could hear the smile in his voice, the faint shadow of a laugh. "I know when your voice sounds like that. You couldn't wait to get started, could you? My little bitch, you're already rubbing your pussy for me."

"Yes," I whispered, rubbing my clit some more.

"Don't whisper," he said. "Don't be quiet. If he wakes up, too bad. I want him to see what a bad girl you are. You want him to catch you doing yourself with me, don't you."

"No!' I whispered, shocked into stopping.

"Yes, angel. Yes you do....Go on, touch yourself again." It was weird how he could tell when I started and stopped. I looked around the room, even though he was thousands of miles away. "You want him to know what a horny little bitch you are. He doesn't know the half of it, does he?"

"No." I could hear the resentment coming through my whisper.

"Don't whisper. Say it."

"No, he doesn't."

"But I do, kitten....I'm sitting behind you, it'll be okay now. I'll make you feel good. Let me nuzzle your neck, cup one of your perfect tits in my hand...let me reach down and tap your clit, Annie..."

I pulled back my hood and started to tap my clit--another in the long list of things I never knew I liked, till he did them to me. If you'd told me before I met him that I'd love taking it in the ass, that it would make me moan with pleasure, that I would even beg him sometimes to fuck me that way, I would have laughed in your face. Same with the clit-tapping. At first I'd thought it was too intense - it almost hurt - but he showed me that to let myself cum that way was fucking unreal. Beautiful squirting cums, too. I never knew I could squirt just from playing with my clit. I'd always needed to rub my G before.

The clit-tapping was heaven. I held the phone with my shoulder so I could tease a nipple with my other hand.

"Do you like it, kitten?"

"Ahhh-huh"

"You sweet, sexy little moaner. Keep doing that to yourself while I tell you how sexy you are. No woman moans like you. God." I knew just then that he was stroking himself, too. I moaned again, remembering his thick cock. Again, he seemed to read my mind.


"But you need to be fucked now, don't you?"

"Yeah," I sighed, remembering all the times I clenched down cumming on his thickness, how good the counterpressure felt.

"Do you still have your toy?"

He meant the silicon dildo that used to keep me company when he was away on his frequent business trips, the frequent business trips that led to his frequent cheating, which led to our breakup, which -. He didn't wait for me to answer. Perhaps he sensed my trip down Memory Lane. "Get it," he said. "You need to be fucked."

I stood up, still trembling. Was I nervous? Excited? I don't know. I just needed to cum at 11:11. I found the dildo where I'd left it, hidden in my underwear drawer, and sat down on the bed.

"Got it," I said, almost giggling.

"He doesn't know about your toys, does he?"

"No," I said.

"Are you back where he can see you being a horny slut with me?"

"No," I said.

"Get your sweet sexy ass back out there, right where you were. I want him to know how sexy you are. I want him to catch you pleasuring yourself with me, moaning for me."

I almost tiptoed back out there. I wasn't sure I wanted to be caught, but I was aching to cum. My boyfriend was still sleeping on the couch, but maybe he'd moved a bit. I settled back into my spot, knees up, legs open, instinctively reaching for my clit again. I was greedy for pleasure.

"You know how I miss your tight pussy," he sighed. Oh yes, he was stroking himself again. "Fuck yourself baby, pretend it's me stretching you open." I started to work the dildo into me, hungry for the moment it would hit just the right spot and I could fuck myself hard right there.

"Ahhhhh!" Right. There. God. I held the dildo in one hand, rhythmically fucking myself, rocking my hips, maximizing the pleasure on just the right spot. Then with the other hand I pulled back my hood and started tapping again. "Fuck," I said, a little too loud.

As I got louder, he got softer, the perfect modulator of my energy, harnessing it in the way he knew so well, perfectly practiced from the hundreds of women he'd fucked. "Oh yeah," he almost whispered, "it feels so nice to fuck yourself for me, doesn't it?"

"Yeah," I said aloud, not caring who heard me, almost breathless from the aching, mounting tension in my pussy. Rocking, tapping...pleasuring myself with the help of my ex-boyfriend, and not giving a damn about anything else but hitting it right at 11:11.


"You know what time it is, don't you, kitten?" he whispered, almost lovingly. "It's 11:10. You're about to explode on my cock, angel. That's all you want, isn't it? For it to be 11:11 so you can cum for me?"

"Yeah," I said, but it sounded more like a moan. I couldn't wait till 11:11, I was starting to - .

"THEN CUM FOR ME, YOU SEXY BITCH!"

But I'd already started riding that perfect wave, taking all that cum energy in, in, in for that final release, starting to spasm on what at the moment I believed to be my ex-boyfriend's perfect cock, moaning louder as I gave my clit those few final taps that made me gush and squirt on the living room floor. Moaning as I listened to him moan, both of us moaning with the perfect pleasure of total release. God, he was always so good - who cared if he fucked around? If he moved back from Seattle I'd take him back in a minute.

I leaned my head back onto the seat cushion of the couch, breathing hard. I could hear the Ex breathing too. I looked up at the ceiling for a moment, and then off to the side in my peripheral vision I caught sight of my boyfriend, clearly awake now, eyes wide. I could see the bulging erection in his shorts.

Our eyes met. "What the fu-u-u...?" he said.

I heard the Ex whisper, "You naughty slut!"

"Gotta go," I said, and as I hung up, I thought I heard his wicked little laugh. 



11:11 P.M. Redeye Flight



She hoped there wasn't a lot of turbulence on the flight. She had never been in the air, much less a cross-country flight, so she feared the idea of the jet pumping around without explanation. 

Kendra tried to flatten down her hardened nipples on her heavy breasts as she stood in front of the airport mirror. It made her look like a sailor slut, and while she loved sex, it wasn't the look she was going for. She was in the military, for crying out loud. "Sailor slut" -- what her bunk mate had called her after their lips-n-clits encounter during the fourth week of boot camp. She walked out of the restroom, her heavy shoes clunking down the terminal, trying to not dwell on that night. 

He really didn't like the idea of turbulence, either. On a nighttime flight, it was rare. Cool skies, he knew. He had jumped out of planes, dove into foreign waters to diffuse mines, and been in firefights with America's enemies and never feared any of it. But Gabe didn't like turbulence. He had no control of turbulence. 

So he took his thoughts to the previous evening's oral sex with Kim. He had heard she was a sucking machine, and it was true. He stretched out on the airport seat and extended his hands, pushing his fingers out. 

If she ever applies for an intern position, I'd give that girl a reference, Gabe considered, recalling the ecstasy of her lips wrapped on his hardness. 

Gabe, a Navy petty officer, was returning to San Diego from in his hometown outside Milwaukee. Kim had written him obscene letters while he was on a six-month deployment, so he decided owed her dinner and a date. 

The dinner didn't quite happen -- unless their 30 minutes of 69 oral sex counted -- and the date ended up being 120 minutes of sucking-fucking-recovering, sucking-fucking-recovering again while they "watched" a rented movie. The movie was never inserted into the VCR. Gabe was inserted into Kim before that ever happened. 

He rubbed his face, he needed to shave before duty. Fourteen days of softened whiskers grew from his face. He was in the military, but was raised by hippies, not hardcore nationalists. He took military dogma with little seriousness. He worked hard and was patriotic, he just didn't regard the Navy life as real life. It was just something he was doing to serve his country. When he was on leave, he wore loose jeans and looser T-shirts. Nobody he met believed he was in the military until he showed his green U.S. Armed Forces identification card. Even then, he was doubted. 

And to think he was a Navy SEAL to boot. 

His flight back was a redeye. Less crowd, less hassle. It would put him back in SanDog 36 hours before his leave ended, so he would be able to relax. Gabe tightened his shoelaces and adjusted the length in his jeans. He wondered when he'd give or receive oral sex again, much less get laid. Hopefully it wouldn't take another six month deployment. 

He heard the clumping of the shoes 50 yards away. At 10:35 p.m., Milwaukee International was pretty empty -- and his hearing was good. As she turned a corner, he credited himself with recognizing the shoes. It was a sailor -- a female sailor, wearing her dress whites. Those thick soled black shoes clumped along the ground sounding like camels on slate. Between the two humps of her own, she clutched a thick brown envelope. Her orders out of boot camp, he realized. 

Seaman Kendra Reynoldowskiwicz looked around nervously. This was the 19-year-old's first time in an airport and her first real trip away from home. She had been raised in Green Bay, bussed to Chicago for basic training and took the train to Milwaukee for her flight to San Diego. She was going to her 'A' school in San Diego. Kendra had been told a dozen times not to lose her orders or there would be hell to pay. 

She held them tighter. Her nipples were hard under her traditional white uniform, her neckerchief draped down her 34D breasts. The past nine weeks had been nothing but hell, she thought. 

Basic training was so lonely, then I was the first one to get a 'Dear Jane' letter from that ass-of-an-exboyfriend and now I have to fly on a damn plane to some place I've never been and I don't know when I'll see this place again. She sang the song in her head... 'Leaving on a jet plane ... don't know when I'll get laid again...' 

Kendra smiled briefly to herself. Laid, a nice idea. Those encounters with her boot camp bunk mate didn't count. A girl's tongue is good. But a guy's cock is great. 

"Hey Seaman," Gabe spoke. "Thanks for serving your country." He padded the chair next to him and she accepted it, still clutching her orders to her body. 

"Thank you, sir." She liked that. The fact that some people actually appreciated what she is doing. 

"Can I buy you a Coke once we're onboard?" 

"Sure." 

"Good. They're complimentary anyway," Gabe smiled. "Don't lose your orders," he grinned. 

"So I've been told," Kendra looked down at the envelope, wondering how the guy knew the importance of orders. 

"Kendra Reynold-ow-ski-wicz?" he read from the package. "You're not going to get confused with too many other girls." 

"My name is pretty unique," she agreed, scanning the man's body. He was older by two or three years. Probably just a college hippie, she thought. She had heard about those guys. His hair was short on the sides, long on top. He was very tanned and trimmed -- she wondered if he had any bodyfat. 

"I'm Gabe," he said. 

"What takes you to San Diego?" she questioned. 

"The same thing that takes you." 

"Really?" 

"Yes. I'm an Intel Specialist -- second class." 

Her eyes looked down quickly, trying to decide if she needed to salute him. They were sitting down, and she didn't think second classes were supposed to be saluted, but she really wasn't sure. 

"Oh, I'm sorry, sir. I didn't realize you were an officer." 

"Don't call me sir. I work for a living. And I'm not an officer. Just a second class. We're on the same level -- you'll just have to clean more decks than I have to anymore." 

"Oh." 

"Our flight takes off at 11:11. Know what that means?" 

"What?" 

"We get to make a wish." 

"My friends and I used to do that in high school," Kendra smiled. "Well, can I make mine early and just wish that I don't have to go on this flight?" 

"Um, no. Doesn't work that way. You've never flown?" 

"No." 

"It's no big deal." 

"Well, can I wish for you to sit next to me just so I can talk to you, Gabe?" 

"Sure, Seaman Kendra Reynoldowskiwicz. Anything to help out a shipmate." 

Just 27 people were booked on the flight out of Milwaukee, but it had stops Denver and Las Vegas before it arrived in San Diego. As they boarded, Gabe sat down with Kendra, the flight attendant assuming they were a couple California bound. Close enough. Gabe grabbed two pillows and two blankets for the two of them in case they needed sleep. 

They pushed their carryon luggage under the empty seats in front of them. Gabe unwrapped a piece of gum and jammed it in his mouth as the engines throttled up. 

"I'm really nervous," Kendra confessed. Gabe laid his right hand on her left hand and embraced it. 

"It'll be okay. It's no big deal." 

Her nipples hardened again and her heartbeat raced. Partially because of the jet rolling down Milwaukee's runway, partially because of her thoughts running down Gabe's pants. She was nervous and horny and apprehensive and wanting. She hadn't realized how horny she was until he held her hand. 

As the plane lifted off and climbed, Gabe chewed his gum through the popping of his ears. Kendra tried to press against palm against her ears as the pressure of the altitude affected her. 

"You okay?" Gabe asked. 

"I don't know. Why is my brain popping?" 

"Oh. You need to swallow." 

Kendra smiled. 

"I bet you say that to all the girls." 

"Nope. That's their option in that situation. However, right now, your best bet is to swallow to clear out your ear drums. That's why I chew gum on flights." 

"Can I have a piece?" 

"This is my last one. Want to share?" 

"Sure. What's a shipmate for?" Kendra laughed, pulling her lips to Gabe's and kissing him. Their tongues brushed against each other, and Gabe slowly pushed his gum into her mouth. 

"Thanks," Kendra smiled. "I needed that." It was the best kiss she'd had in two years. Her exboyfriend was miserable at kissing and at sex. 

"I might ask for that back later," Gabe grinned. 

The two slowly groped each other, knowing their only company at this point of the flight was a 30-something-year-old woman sitting in back of them. By now, that business traveler was probably sleeping, Kendra imagined. Much of the lighting dimmed as the 27 people tried to nap. 

"Can I ask you a question?" Kendra asked. 

"Sure." 

"Why aren't you traveling in uniform?" 

"Because traveling in uniform is not something I do when I'm on leave. Let me guess, your Company Commander told you it was a law you travel in uniform?" 

"Yes." 

"It's not. Gets you free drinks sometimes -- and I don't know that I would have recognized you as Navy without it -- but I don't like wearing my uniform away from base." 

"Well, I'm glad you recognized I was a sailor ... but I don't know if I want to wear it now," she said. 

"I promise I won't rat you out to the C-N-O if you want to be more comfortable." 

With that, Kendra tossed the white and black hat onto the aisle seat and pulled up her top. Underneath, she wore a white T-shirt which showed the curve of her heavy chest. 

Gabe folded the top like he had folded his a thousand times, gently placed it next to her hat, and looked at her. She kissed him viciously like she had her bunkmate Julia, laying her hand on his chest -- feeling his surprisingly thick pec muscles. Her pussy tingled as she rubbed her legs together and pressed down on her clit against her Navy dress white pants. Gabe raised the armrest between them and embraced her. Her strawberry-red hair was a clue to her horniness. Maybe it was a stereotype, but Gabe had never been with a redhead who wasn't wildly sexual. 

"Oh my...touch me..." she begged. Gabe did just that to Kendra, as she felt his tongue dance from her neck to her ear and down to her shoulder. Kendra unzipped and unbuttoned her pants and forced his hand against her clit, exhaling audibly as she felt his palm against her clit and two fingers massaging her pussy lips ... sinking quickly inside her. 

"Oh, yes," she shuttered, her hand reaching down on his jeans and feeling his thickness expanding. Her wantonness bathed her in heat as an orgasm built inside her -- it had been so long. "Please don't stop, Gabe. I'm so close." 

"Really?" 

"Yes. It's been so long, babe. Just do that, just touch me." With two fingers inside her, Gabe pressed into her while he encircled her wet clit slowly with his thumb. He increased his pace as her breathing's pace increased until she was biting down on his shoulder and cumming. "OH. My. Gawd." she panted as she released the pent up orgasm. It has been three weeks since her last climax. 

Gabe kissed her lips. "How are you doing, shipmate?" he grinned. 

"Bravo Zulu," she smiled remembering some nautical terminology from basic. Bravo Zulu -- Navy for "outstanding." 

He laughed and saw she was wanting to say something. 

"What is it?" 

"I want to please you." 

"Okay. What would you like to do, Kendra?" 

She began unbuttoning his jeans. "Well, since you're superior to me, I think I should 'clean you deck,' and then you can give me a personnel inspection." She lowered her head and lips to his thick and hard member, inhaling it like Kim had 24 hours earlier. Gabe leaned back as much as he could to enjoy the sensation, looking up to see the three female flight attendants toward the front of the plane, appearing bored like they had nothing to do for the next two hours. 

Kendra loved the taste of heated, hard cock -- licking the head and the shaft separately, then sucking it all at once, then teasing Gabe again with the alternating pleasures. She ran her left hand and fingers down to her clit and pussy, petting herself softly. Her right hand gently squeezed Gabe's cock lengthwise like a toothpaste tube, wanting to get the sweet fluid in the bottom to the top. 

Gabe's hands ran through Kendra's red hair and he massaged her tits, squeezing her hardened nipples in his fingertips. She wondered if anyone was watching, but decided she didn't care. She was horny. Too horny. So horny she didn't want to be sucking Gabe anymore. 

She wanted to be fucking him. 

Kendra pulled herself from his cock and looked at him. 

"Tell me you have a condom in your luggage," she begged. 

"Oddly enough, I do. In my carryon," he answered. "You want to..." Gabe looked at her. 

"Don't ask. And yes. I need to," Kendra answered. 

He pulled the blanket over him and pulled his jeans off. He was not wearing underwear -- which Kendra thought was extremely sexy. She kicked off her clunky shoes and her Navy issue pants. Gabe leaned down and grabbed a condom from a side pocket. He looked at Kendra. 

"Ribbed. For her pleasure," he showed her the packaging. 

"It's going to be great ribbed or not, babe," she breathed. She left her panties on and straddled the Navy SEAL. She hadn't not had male-female sex in three months, and her pussy felt virgin-tight to her. Kendra slid her panties to the side and played with Gabe's cock. He kissed her and wondered if anyone was enjoying their show. One row in back of them, a 30-something year old business woman was masturbating to the sucking and fucking sailors. 

After 30 seconds of teasing, Kendra slid Gabe's cock inside her. The sex as slow and deliberate, every inch felt like an acre of paradise to both. Gabe pulled the blanket tight onto them to avoid a porno for the rest of the 27 passengers. He kissed her lips and her breasts through her T-shirt while she fucked him. Slowly, she felt the second orgasm come from deep within. When it released, she revved up like a jet engine piston -- thrusting up and down on Gabe's cock. The shaking seats made the behavior evident to the woman behind them as she touched her body. It made her masturbation faster. 

The third orgasm swept through Kendra's body, and the fluids oiled down his groin. It felt like the entire jet was thrusting up and down. "Oh my god, oh my god," Kendra said. She moaned in pleasure. 

"Oh my god," the woman in back exclaimed as the plane hit turbulence and dropped 10 feet instantly. The extra thrust pushed Gabe as deep as possible into Kendra. He came hard and fast into her, gripping her body as Kendra groaned. Most of the 27 people screamed as the plane was rocked by turbulence again. 

"OH FUCK, damn!" Gabe screamed feeling the release, and then realizing other passengers were anxious about the shaking that wasn't coming from his sex. 

"What's going on?" Kendra said, pulling her wet pussy off the condom-skinned cock. 

He smiled. "I think we're affecting the weather system." 

A "ding" came on the intercom system. "This is the pilot speaking. We've run into a little turbulence. It should only last a few minutes, but we're asking that you return to your seats and strap on your seatbelts until I say we're clear. Once we do that, our flight attendants will be serving Cokes and beverages free of charge." 

Kendra laughed as she laid back into her seat, stroking her clit and covering herself with Gabe's blanket under him. Both started pulling their pants back on, but their breathing was still heavy as they enjoyed the intensity of the afterglow. 

"Buying my Coke? I think we've cleared the turbulence," Kendra smiled. 

"Yeah, but you know what we'll have to worry about once we're in Southern California?" 

"What?" she raised an eyebrow, knowing she wanted to see him beyond this 11:11 p.m. redeye flight. 

"Earthquakes." 

"You cause those, too?" she grinned, kissing him as she snapped her seatbelt back together. 

"No. It takes two for turbulence, earthquakes and other jolting activities."



11:11am A Flasher Bares All



When a male exhibitionist is “at work” he gets hot and horny causing the pre-cum to start flowing, so it is best to wear black. Pre-cum is too obvious when wearing light colored jeans. I bought a pair of black, lightweight jeans. Which I took to a local cleaning and tailoring shop to be cut down to a 4-inch inseam.

(My cock is about six inches when flaccid, so if you do this, test first. You may want a shorter or longer inseam.)

It was near closing time when I picked up the altered jeans, there were no other customers in the store. The tailor and her assistant were standing around smoking and talking. I asked if I could try them on. I was directed to the dressing room. One wall of the store was all mirrors. When I stepped into the dressing room I noticed the two women could see me in the mirror if I left the door open. So, I "absentmindedly" left the door open.

I removed my jeans and slowly put on the shorts. I could here the women whispering and giggling. I removed the shorts and took my time putting my jeans back on. When I returned to the counter to pay for the work, both women were standing there with big smiles on their faces. They didn’t make any comments as I paid and left.

At the time I owned an old pick up truck that rode high off the street. Wearing my black shorts with the 4 inches inseam, I would park on a busy street near a State College. Because of the crosswalks and traffic lights the traffic was heavy but slow at certain times of the day. I'd pull up the inseam so my cock and balls were hanging out of the left leg hole leaving me completely exposed and I'd wait. Checking the side view mirror I'd watch for a woman, with or without a female passenger, to approach. When she/they were almost to me I would open the truck door and slide down to the street facing oncoming traffic. By keeping my left leg straight and landing on my left foot and keeping my right leg bent I would stay completely exposed.

They couldn't help but see my cock and balls hanging out in full view. It would look like an accident. "OOPS”. They couldn’t stop in traffic. Mostly they just stared. Some would yell something and laugh as I was "trying to cover up”. As soon as they passed I would jump back into the truck and drive away. I would do this about once a month. I would think about it afterwards at home and jack off.

I often visited a thrift store in a nearby town. The changing rooms had old shower curtains across the front for privacy. Anyone using these rooms had to be careful not to expose him or herself.

I would pick out four or five pairs of jeans and go into one of the changing rooms. I would leave the curtain open about four inches at one side. There was a table full of scarves right outside this changing room. I’d remove my black shorts and wait.

Every time I went into that changing room one of the women who worked there or a woman customer or both would approach the table full of scarves to browse. As I tried on each pair of jeans, one of the women would move into position so she could see me while fondling the scarves, then another would take her turn. Several times two women would carry on a conversation while pretending to look only at the scarves. I’d be on display about fifteen to twenty minutes. After I brought the show to an end, I’d buy a pair of jeans and a shirt or two and leave. I didn’t need the jeans or the shirts.

I donated them to a different thrift store I visited now and then. At this store the changing rooms were in the back and well covered. There was no way to expose myself from within the changing rooms. I would browse the used book section. I did manage to expose myself to a few women there by squatting down and making sure my cock dangled out of the leg opening. The few I exposed myself to would look for a while and wander off. There was no way to put on a good show. I’d buy some books and donate them to the first store.

More to follow.



11:11am A Nudist Flasher



Before I knew better I thought a Nudist Camp would be a great place to expose myself. I soon learned that at nudist camps you cannot walk around with a hard on or even a partial hard on. Actually it's pretty difficult to get a hard on when no one around you is paying any attention to the fact that you are naked. There are no shocked looks. No giggles. No tension.

Luckily for me the management of this nudist camp decided that clothing optional was a good idea. The membership was composed of hard core nudists who were always naked and the "lookieloos" who wore clothes most of the time and only came to the camp to see naked people. They were the ones I would talk to as much as possible. But, even they didn't give me the thrill I needed. Standing around naked while talking to someone fully dressed is not exciting. It was pleasant though.

The nudist camp had all the usual amenities, the swimming pool. The hot tubs, the tennis courts, etc., etc., etc., and house trailers for rent. 

There is one particular house trailer that is perfect for an exhibitionist. It is situated at the extreme edge of the nudist camp on the corner of two dirt roads and is the first one in a row of ten trailers. To the east of the trailer space, on the other side of one road, is a small chain link fence, between the fence and a two lane secondary road is about a four hundred feet of open land. The trailer is in plain sight of anyone on the road. There are signs posted warning people that "BEYOND THIS POINT YOU MAY SEE NUDE SUNBATHERS". The signs stop legal problems, but does not stop anyone who wants to see naked people. I rented this trailer for several summer seasons. I had many interesting experiences at this site.

At the south end of my trailer was a large living room. The east wall of the living room was a two-panel sliding glass door. Literally an eight foot by eight-foot wall of glass. On the west wall was a four-foot by four-foot window. 

There is a reason for explaining all of this. You need to know the layout of the stage.

To the west of my trailer space was a large mobile home. A young married couple lived there with two small children.

OK now the stage is set.

The young couple living next door were full time residents. He, Joe worked evenings; she, Lilly was a full time Mom. She was about 25 years old, about a 7 in looks and build, with a nice personality. They were not hard core nudists. They did go nude in the pool and hot tub, but wore clothes most of the time. 

On my first visit, I arrived on a Friday afternoon. While unloading the car, Lilly was sitting outside and introduced herself and her two young daughters, ages 3 and 4. During our conversation I learned that Joe came home about 10:00 PM and the kids were in bed by 9:00 PM. 

That first weekend I watched for Joe to get home. He arrived about 10:15 Friday night and Saturday night. I met him, but he has nothing to do with this story.

The next Friday when I arrived, Lilly came over and we talked while I unloaded the car. Lilly smoked two cigarettes in the 15 minutes we were talking.

Friday evening I spent sometime at the clubhouse watching TV. When I went to the trailer it was a little after 9:00 PM and most of the lights in Lilly's trailer were out. I quietly approached my trailer. I could see Lilly sitting by a small window smoking a cigarette. I knew the kids were tucked safely away for the night. I made some noise when unlocking the door and turned on my living room lights. When I looked back at Lilly's trailer ALL of her lights were off. Well, that looked promising. Of course, I was already naked. I went into the bathroom and spread Astro-glide onto my cock and walked back into the living room. I knew I was in full view of the small window Lilly had been sitting by. I slowly stroked my cock while walking back and forth in front of the 4 foot by 4 foot window. I didn't know if Lilly was watching until I saw the bright red tip of her cigarette in the small window. Whenever she took a drag on the cigarette I would see a bright red spot then it would get dull. The bright red spots kept getting closer and closer together. She was really sucking on that cigarette. I delayed my climax as long as I could. Finally, I shot my load into my left hand. After I drained every drop I went to the bathroom to clean up. When I came back into the living room I could still see the red tip of Lilly's cigarette. It was not getting bright red as often anymore.

The lights in Lilly's trailer came back on about 9:45 PM. Joe arrived at 10:15 PM

The next day Lilly was in her small yard tending her flowers when I left my trailer, we carried on a pleasant conversation about her flowers and the weather etc., she gave no indication that she had watched me beat my meat the night before.

For that first summer season, I would Jack off two or three times a month as she sat in the dark smoking her cigarettes.

The second year we became involved in a sexual relationship. But that has nothing to do with exhibitionism.



11:11am Anna CNFM



A few years ago I was going with a very pretty blonde named Anna. She had a secret I was not aware of. She always had difficulty climaxing during straight intercourse. She would fake a climax and was good at it. After a couple of weeks I noticed she always climaxed just as I did. I thought she might have been faking it. When I confronted her with my suspicions she admitted she was faking it. She said she would masturbate after I went to sleep or went home. She said she hardly ever reached a climax except by masturbating. I told her I would love to watch her masturbate. She said she had never told anyone about her problem and sure, as hell had never been watched while masturbating, 

I told her that I started playing with my cock many years ago and I loved to be watched. She said she had never seen a man jack-off. After quite a bit of talking and pleading she agreed to a mutual masturbation session.

Only I had to go first while she was fully clothed and would be allowed to call it off if she felt like it.

Being an exhibitionist who loved to jack off I readily agreed. We set a date for the next Saturday night.

On Saturday afternoon I completely shaved my cock and balls and around my asshole as well. I wanted to be fully exposed in front of her. On Friday I had stopped at an adult bookstore and bought a bottle of Astroglide and a large flesh like dildo about ten inches in length that became bigger towards the base, it had a head about the size of a golf ball. I already owned a vibrator with several attachments. I packed everything into an overnight bag.

I showed up at her apartment about eight o’clock. I was wearing Levi’s and a pull over shirt and without underwear. I could be naked in about fifteen seconds

She was dressed in slacks and a sweater. It was going to take sometime to get her naked. I put my overnight bag away as I usually did. We didn’t mention what we were planning to do later. We had a few drinks she served dinner. We had another drink. I excused myself and went into the bedroom. I stripped naked, picked up my overnight bag and walked back into the living room

Anna was sitting in a rocking chair fully clothed sipping on her drink. I placed a towel on the sofa and sat down facing Anna. I sipped my drink as I removed the Astroglide from my bag. I poured some Astroglide on my cock. Anna didn’t say a word. She sipped her drink and watched as my cock got harder and harder. This was a strange experience for me. Here was a woman sitting in front of me that I had fucked several times. I had eaten her pussy and licked in and around her asshole. But, her sitting there fully dressed watching my jack-off was a real turn on. I knew nothing of CFNM at the time.

I almost came in the first couple of minutes. She didn’t say a word. Just sipped her drink with a strange little smile on her lips. I had to stop stroking as I was too close to shooting my load. I reached into my bag and pulled out the dildo. I spread Astroglide around and into my asshole. I put some onto the head of the dildo as well. I slid forward on the sofa and raised my knees towards my shoulders. My asshole was pointing straight toward Anna. She said something like “Oh, Boy, this is going to be fun” She took the dildo from my hand and rubbed the head of it around my asshole. She slowing worked inwards towards the waiting asshole.

Very gently she pushed the head of the dildo into me. Working it slowly in and out and rotating it she applied more pressure. I could feel the big head of the dildo go in with a little pain. After that the rest of it was easy. She pulled it almost all the way out and would ram it back in again. After a few minutes she told me to “hold it in” while she went to get something. She returned with a hand mirror, She handed me the mirror as she took over the dildo. She said, “Now you can see what I’m doing to your big asshole.” And man did it look big. My asshole was spread wide open as she pulled the big dildo most of the way out and then really rammed it into me as far as she could get it. The big and wide base was almost inside of me. I couldn’t believe my asshole could be spread that far open. It was a beautiful sight and it felt wonderful. Anna continued fucking my ass for about 15 minutes when she firmly ORDERED me to “jack-off while I fuck you”. This was new to me. I had never been in a submissive position before. Anna rammed the dildo in and said “Jack-off NOW!” I grabbed my cock and started pumping. In about 30 seconds I shot a load all over my face and chest. When my cock went limp she told me to take hold of the dildo and go to the bathroom and clean up.

More experiences with Anna and her girlfriend Rhea will follow soon. 



11:11AM Two Exhibitionists Meet



11:11AM ExhibitionistTom meets Gothic_Noir.

Recently I had to go to New Jersey on business. When my work was done I decided to disappear for awhile. I turned off my cell phone, and a bus ride later I arrived in a mid-sized city I had never been to before. No one knew me or cared. I rented a hotel room and relaxed for the first time in a couple of weeks.

After three days of sleeping and eating I was getting antsy. I hadn't even been able to expose myself to the maid. She always cleaned up while I was gone. The weather had turned warm and my cock wanted to get out into the sunshine. If I don't show it to someone for awhile it starts to pout. Then the wet dreams start. I was getting very horny. 

I had very little clothing with me. I had nothing to wear for an exhibitionism adventure.

I decided to see what I could find here in this lovely town. Adventures are everywhere. 

During my time in town I had noticed a Department Store with Sports Wear in the window. After having lunch at a nearby Food Court, I went looking for some shorts. I planned on cutting out the netting so my cock would swing free. I have several shorts at home that I use for this purpose. When I entered the sports wear department, I noticed two sales women talking. One of them left the store. Luckily for me the beautiful Japanese one stayed at the counter. She was about 5'5" or 5'6" tall with long, hair the color of a rich Burgundy wine and beautiful brown eyes.

She was wearing a black sweater that sort of crossed over in front that formed a V across her very large boobs and an almost see through skirt that barely covered her thighs. The black clothes and the burgundy hair gave her a very exotic look. She was even wearing pointy, black Witch type shoes. 

Just the sight of this beautiful vision in black had my horny cock spewing pre-cum down my pants leg. It's a good thing I was wearing a pair of black jeans. I wasn't wearing shorts. In blue jeans the wet spot would be very visible. She was so hot I almost came in my pants.

I couldn't keep my eyes off of her as I was trying to find the right size shorts. She must have noticed the hungry look on my face as she walked towards me and asked if she could help. Wow could she. I knew I had to find a way to expose myself to this fantasy come true. I told her I was looking for a large size pair of shorts. She asked what color. I was to hot and horny to think. I just blurted out "White". White is not a good color as I explained above. But, I wanted keep her around. When she reached for the nearest pair of shorts, her sweater fell open and I could see her whole right tit. Her very large nipple was fully exposed. The erect nipple I was looking at was surrounded by a large dark almost purple, areola. The unexpected view was almost too much for my long over due cock. I had to look away. Of course I looked right back. I had to force myself to think about work. 

She found several styles in white and asked if I wanted to try them on. I thought "Oh My God Yes." Changing rooms offer all kinds of opportunity. After seeing how openly she had exposed that tit to me I knew we were going to have some fun. I hoped she like to watch as well as show off.

I followed her to the dressing rooms. She hung up the shorts and told me she would be back in a few minutes to see if I need a different color or style. I told her, "OK, Please, do come back." Again she flashed that perfect tit. As soon as the door was closed I stripped off my now damp jeans, wiped my cock on them and slipped into one of the pair of shorts. I decided to see how she acted when she returned so I didn't expose myself. That was a hard thing to do. I wanted to show this beautiful woman the effect her tit had on me, but I didn't want to piss her off.

Within minutes she knocked on the door and asked how I was doing? I told her I couldn't make up mind which one I wanted to buy. She asked if I would like her opinion. I told her yes, please come in. I was sitting on the little bench facing her as she opened the door. I stood up and asked her what she thought of the ones I was wearing. I was hoping she would say something about the bulge that was showing. She didn't seem to notice. She told me they looked nice on me. And commented on my tan. I told her I was from California and was out in the sun a lot. I told her these were my first choice, but would she mind seeing me in another pair I also liked. She said "ok" and stepped out, I again caught a glimpse of her erect nipple as she closed the door.

Well, now or never. I removed the shorts and pulled on a different pair. This time I tore the netting on my right side so just the head of my cock would hang out in view. I said, "OK, I'm ready." She opened the door; I was just standing there facing her. She glanced down at the shorts and saw the head of my cock hanging there. I didn't say anything, I just pretended I didn't know it was showing. She blushed a little and leaned back against the door jam of the still open door. She didn't say anything, I could feel my cock getting harder and harder, the fabric of the shorts moved out and up as it slid further down my leg. She just stared at it. Her beautiful brown eyes grew wider and wider. I could see her already erect nipples getting harder as they pressed against the fabric of her sweater. I looked down at my nearly erect cock and said, "Oh, I'm sorry, you just have that affect on me." I moved to cover myself, when she said, "No. It's OK. Actually it's nice to see."

I reached down and played with my cock through the shorts. I tugged on the head of it so more of it would be exposed to this beautiful exotic woman. I yanked on it a little and sat down on the bench, I slid the shorts up to expose the whole cock. As I've told before, my cock is a little over eight inches when erect. Remembering the erect nipple I had seen earlier caused it to get as big as it was ever going to get. She just stood there and stared me. She told me later, she had never had this happen to her before. An exhibitionist is always surprised when someone else exposes himself or herself.

Just when I started to worry that she might scream or something. She slowly pulled her sweater aside. Exposing the gorgeous tit I had been getting glimpses of. She gently rolled her large and very erect nipple around between her finger tips. The door behind her was wide open. I knew we could be caught at anytime. 

Watching this beautiful stranger playing with her nipple was all I could stand. Pre-cum was dripping onto the floor. I ran my hand over the head of cock making my hand slippery. I rapidly ran my hand up and down the shaft of my cock as she stared at it. I shot streams and streams of built up cum all over my stomach. This absolutely beautiful women playing with her large nipple had me so turned that when the cum started flowing, I drained myself like never before. The gorgeous sales clerk watched with open mouth as stream after stream of hot cum shot out of cock. When I finally finished cumming, she said, "I'll go get you some tissues". When she came back with a hand full of them, I smiled at her, thanked her and cleaned myself. She said, "That was the best show I've ever seen and it sure made my day." She went back to the front counter as I dressed. I came out and told her I would by the second pair. I explained that somehow the netting had gotten torn out of them. She smiled at that and rang up the sale. She thanked me and said, "I hope I will see you shopping here again". I assured her I would be back. I thanked her for all the help in making the right choice, and left.

The next few days I relaxed, watching a complete stranger watching me jerk off had drained every drop out of me. My cock was very happy. I didn't even try to expose myself to the hotel maid. I couldn't get that exotic woman out of my mind. I had met a few women exhibitionists in the past, but not one as beautiful as this one. I kept thinking of that big breast, that big areola and that big nipple. I tried to imagine what "Miss Exotic's" pussy must look like. I knew her pussy would have to be as beautiful as her tit. I had to see her again. Seeing her pussy had become an obsession. 

Finally, one morning I woke up and my cock indicated it was ready for another round with "Miss Exotic". Mentally I had been ready, but physically that last session had worn me out. I most be getting old.

She had said she hoped to see me shopping there again. She wasn't there when I went to the store. I didn't know what shift she worked. I didn't see her at Food Court at noontime. That evening I went back to eat dinner. I was wearing my new shorts. I had removed all of the netting by now. As I was eating, my fantasy walked in the door. She bought her food and walked over to my table and said "Hi, Remember me? My name is Emily, do you mind if I sit here?" I was smiling from ear to ear, when I said, "Oh, absolutely, My name is Tom. Please sit down. It's great to see you again."

I told her I had cut all of the netting out of my new shorts and I was now dangling free in the breeze. I moved my chair back just enough so she could see the head of my half-hard cock peeking out. I slid the material up a little so she could get a better look. Her eyes opened wider, she smiled and went back to her dinner. She said she had to get back to work. She asked if I would be shopping later. I told her yes I had planned on doing that after I ate.

Emily smiled and said, "I'll see you there and I have a special surprise for you." I waited for about half and hour then went to the store. She was at the counter. I grabbed a couple of pairs of shorts and went into the same dressing room. I left the door partially open, stripped down naked, sat on the bench and started stroking my cock. In a few minutes Emily pushed the door fully open and came in. She looked at my fully hard cock and said, "Hmm, I didn't believe I'd see this again." She approached me and put one foot up onto the bench and slid her skirt up to her waist. I said "OH GOD, Emily, you don't know how I have been dreaming of seeing that beautiful pussy". And it is a very beautiful pussy. Completely shaved. Her clitoris was large and looking right at me. I couldn't believe my eyes. My hand was stroking faster and faster. I could barely control it. I could feel my eyes opening wider and wider as Emily took hold of her clit between her thumb and index finger. She started to pull on it like a small cock. She was pulling on her clit as fast as I was pulling on my cock. I know my mouth fell open. God, I would have loved to suck on that little cock like clit. She stuck a finger inside that wet pussy and finger fucked herself, but her eyes never left my hand on my cock. I watched her finger going in and out of her pussy. Her finger was going in and out of her pussy at the same speed as my hand. We were synchronized in our masturbation. She started working on her clit, she was rubbing it, and pulling on it and shaking it like a cock. All of a sudden she made some kind of a sound and her climax started. First I saw a spray of juices squirt towards my face. It slowed a little and then she started to cum again. I just stared at the juices flowing out of her. I could smell the great pussy cum. I hoped some of that cum would reach my mouth. I could feel a big smile spreading on my waiting face when some of her cum hit me in the face. As I licked it off of my face I got so excited I had to let go. I couldn't stop it. I was tasting "Miss Exotic's" cum, as she watched stream after stream of cum shoot all over my thigh. When I was completely drained, Emily handed me some tissues she had hidden in a pocket somewhere. We both cleaned up the best we could. I had to sit and rest for awhile after she left the room.

I was so worn out. I barely had the strength to say "Goodnight Emily." as I left.



11-13.avi; or, The Engagement Ring



The harshest lesson that I have learned in my life, I am privileged, or cursed, to have learned just a few nights ago. I am reminded once again of this fact as I stare at the e-mail on my screen, close my eyes, and try to calm my heart as I decide whether to save it or delete it. 

--"Hi Patrick! I'm so glad you could come to the party the other night. --

That lesson? The dividing line between heaven and hell is as fine as a single hair ripped from my own head. Or from the head of an angel: my Julia. Julia, my love, I hate you so fucking much. 

A couple of days have passed since the night of the party. I see her e-mail. It is from her. From Julia, my love. Yes! I think. It is another invitation! But I am terrified that my acceptance will be entirely of my own free will. Heaven and hell are eternal, and constructed entirely by one's own choices. No matter which choice I make, I know I'll never be the same. 

Truly loving a person means putting their happiness above your own. And she seems...happy, like this. The look on her face... But I digress. That is a lesson I learned long ago, both through the received conventional wisdom and my own life experiences. I haven't had many; I don't consider myself a worldly man. In fact, I spend most of my days now just wishing for any kind of noteworthy experience. I didn't have many relationships growing up; didn't even have my first kiss until I was 18. Most women simply smiled with a "Thanks, but no thanks" look if I approached. I had a couple of brief relationships in my twenties, and then I thought I found the Real Deal when I met Julia. 

Things seemed, not perfect (nothing is), but at least quite wonderful for a time. Things were on an upward trend when I popped the question and gave her an engagement ring. I'd worked hard and saved in order to be able to afford it; neither of us was particularly well off at the time and it had set me back more than anything else I'd bought that didn't have four wheels attached to it.

Now, I am jobless. Now, I have to get by on a check from the state and what modest income I derive from freelance tutoring. My wardrobe and entertainment tastes are, to say the least, extremely frugal. But anyway-

Things with Julia progressed slowly, but steadily over the following months. We moved in together. The sex became gradually more adventurous, though certainly not extreme by modern standards. It was usually in the missionary position, with little in the way of foreplay. She'd always been somewhat turned off by giving oral sex, so blowjobs were a rare occasion, and she would never perform it on me to completion; no matter how liberal we were with other things, she could never escape the feeling that it was degrading, and not in the sexy sort of way. Probably the kinkiest things we did were occasionally tie each other up, or sometimes she'd tickle my anus lightly with a fingertip. It felt nice, but we didn't push it very far. We were having fun and we cared about each other immensely. But one day, she got a promotion at work, and her salary doubled overnight. Things changed after that.

We took it in stride at first, but after a few months I began to detect occasional notes of scorn in her voice. If we were at the store and I suggested we go with an off-brand in the interests of saving money, she would act like I'd grown a 3rd eye in my forehead and just chuck the item in the cart, saying she'd take care of it. For some time this pattern continued, her condescension became more apparent. She grew impatient with many of my sensibilities when it came to everyday life, and we started fighting more and more. Soon, I was on the couch at night, usually wondering whether it could really last with the girl of my dreams. 

Though I should have seen it coming, it still hit me in the gut like a sack of bricks when she told me she was leaving. The arguments were vicious, and I was heartbroken; she seemed callous and distant. It was somehow harder for her to be cold and apathetic than it was when we were both arguing passionately; at least then she had some feeling, even if it was antipathetic. 

She moved out; to add insult to injury, she left me a stack of cash for her share of the rent until our lease was up, because she knew it would embarrass me. The possessions that we'd bought together, she told me that I could keep and she'd just buy new things for herself. It was as though she was lording her economic superiority over me. But still, I'd need the money. I've always been gainfully employed, but never seemed to do better than "just getting by." 

After a few weeks of living separately, we spoke a few times and managed to sort of salvage a pseudo-friendship; we both agreed that things had been said that shouldn't have been, and that we should try to at least remain friends. I, desperate to win her love back, held on to this as a beacon of hope that some day things might resume where they'd left off when we'd been happy together. But for the most part her promise of friendship was hollow. We talked occasionally, but never really saw each other. She usually said it was "too soon." Conversations on the phone were always brief. I didn't know if she had been seeing anyone else, and I thought it best if I didn't find out, despite my intense curiosity. 

I drank heavily for several months, in a state of deep depression. I never lot this be known to her in our brief conversations though. The tiny amount of dignity I had left demanded it be kept from her. Eventually, the drinking and depression cost me my editing job, which is why I'm now on state assistance and food stamps. It was in this rather shameful condition that my heart leapt with joy and hope last week, because she'd called and invited me to her place for a small party she was throwing. There would be a few other people there, but at last I could see her finally! Maybe we would have a moment to speak in private and work a few things out. There was always a chance. 

My heart raced on the way over there; it was 6:00 and I was showing up a bit early, but I didn't think she'd mind. I had never been much of a party person anyway, and I didn't know if I would stay terribly long since I was prone to a bit of social anxiety in such situations. She knew that, but I guess it hadn't been on her mind when she invited me. Still, I wasn't going to throw away the chance to see her. 

I showed up at the address she'd given me; it was a nicely kept ranch house in the suburbs about twenty minutes away from the heart of the city, where I lived. 

"Patrick! You're early!" she greeted me at the door. "Come in," she said with a smile. She looked even more stunning than when I'd last seen her, and I immediately felt self-conscious at the shabby corduroys and t-shirt I'd put on. She was wearing a satin gown, light-blue in color. It cut off just at her bust, where the gown's thin straps extended up over her shoulders. Her breasts even seemed a little fuller; the gown accentuated them perfectly, and I could have sworn that her cup size was slightly larger. I mentally contrasted her appearance with my own, which had assuredly declined with my drinking and lack of exercise. I sucked in my developing gut a little, and followed her into the house. Her dark hair had been freshly cut and styled professionally; it had likely cost her the equivalent of what I allowed myself to spend on food in a week.

The front door opened into a parlor area, which featured a pair of couches, a nice oriental rug, and several framed pieces of art on the walls. It was much cleaner and nicer than the home we'd shared had been, and I couldn't help but feel that she had in fact traded up simply by becoming single. There was a rosy glow to her cheeks and an energetic bounce to her step that I hadn't seen during our last month together. Beyond the parlor was a hallway, which lead to first a kitchen, then a living room, and what must be bedrooms beyond that. 

I saw movement emerging from the area of the bedrooms and was startled. 

"This is my friend, Tasha. I don't believe you've met. Tasha, this is Patrick." 

"Hello," she said coolly. I extended my hand and she shook it quickly. She continued on her path to the kitchen as Julia led me to the living room. I saw Tasha's chestnut hair and bare upper back drifting confidently away from me. I looked after her admiringly, and then flushed with embarrassment as I realized Julia had noticed my gaze.

"Sit," Julia said, politely but firmly. I sank down into the black leather couch nearby, and she sat next to me. I immediately began to regret coming here. My heart was already racing. She was even more stunning than she'd been six months ago, before things fell apart, and I felt like an utter slob who was treading water in the past while she swam forward confidently. 

"I, uh, hope you don't mind that I'm a little early," I mumbled quickly. 

"No, not at all!" she said with a magnanimous grin. "I thought you might be. It's so good to see you, though! How are you doing?" she gushed.

"Oh, okay, I guess," I answered, too embarrassed to tell her what was apparent from my appearance; I was a wreck. 

"I'm glad to hear it. Listen, I suppose we ought to get this out of the way. I feel bad for the way I treated you and I hoped we could have some fun together tonight, as a way to make up for it. I don't want us to be on bad terms."

"Oh, you know that's not necessary. Shit happens, I don't blame you. I'm willing to let the past be the past and just go on as friends." 

"Excellent," she beamed. "That's how I feel as well. Oh, I'd been so dreading you'd be resentful of me."

"What?" I said. "No, of course not." God, I missed her so much I could have wept right then. The angle of her cheek bones, the freshly styled hair, her smooth skin...none of which would ever really be mine to touch intimately again, if it ever had been. That night she wore a perfume I'd never smelled on her before, some combination of peach and lavender scents, I thought. I felt myself getting into trouble, mentally, as I thought about her naked body. I hadn't seen any other women in the time we'd been apart, and was ashamed to admit that most nights I got drunk on cheap bourbon, watched porn, jerked off to alleviate the pain of missing her, and disappeared into a hazy tunnel of fitful sleep. The last few nights I had abstained from the porn and masturbation regimen and passed out early, because I'd been more interested in getting drunk to numb the emotional pain than in briefly gratifying my sexual urges. 

Her closeness, and my lack of a recent tension-relieving session, were already becoming an issue. 

"Look, I don't want this to seem hurtful, but I think enough time has passed that the right thing for me to do would be to return the engagement ring to you. You can, I dunno, return it to the jeweler, I'm sure having the cash would be better than some memento of a girl that left you like a cold-hearted bitch." She said it with a light, self-deprecating tone, but her words were not without some seriousness to them. I think she genuinely felt she was doing the right thing. 

"I, uh, well I don't know. You don't have to give it back. It would seem wrong to take it back..." I trailed off. 

"You wouldn't be taking it back, just accepting it. Really, I feel awful that you spent so much money and I still have it. Please say you won't leave without taking it back?" 

"Well, okay, I guess," I muttered. It felt like even more of a nail in the coffin than the act of her moving out of our apartment. But I supposed it was necessary, and I really could use the cash if I could pawn it or return it. 

"Wonderful! Now, tell me, have you met anyone new? Are things going okay in THAT department?" she asked with a knowing gleam in her eyes. Before I realized what had happened, she'd lightly patted my crotch area. I couldn't feel it very much beneath my baggy corduroys, but my heart leapt into my throat and my cock felt a jolt of electricity for a split second. 

"That's...I really would rather not discuss that," I said. My heart continued its sprinting beat. 

"I hope you understand I'm just asking out of concern for you. I've come to realize," she continued, "the importance of a good sex life to a person's health and well-being. And I feel awful that I treated you so badly. I do hope I can make it up to you, somehow." 

I gulped. My heart sped up. She scooted ever so slightly closer to me, our legs touching through fabric. It took me back to the first time we kissed. Julia's eyes flicked up to the entrance to the living room, where Tasha was now standing. 

Gah, get out of here! I thought in Tasha's direction. Leave us alone!

Tasha stood at the threshold, looking at us both. 

"Patrick?" she said through the brief silence.

"Yes?" I said, desperately wishing Tasha would leave. Go away, fuck off, you horrible, miserable-

"When I told you before that Tasha was my friend, that was both true and misleading. She actually lives with me."

"Ah," I said, oblivious.

"And shares a room with me."

"Okay," I said, continuing to be clueless and embarrassing myself. 

"And she shares a bed with me." 

The revelation hit me hard, and it was somehow worse than reliving the day Julia left me. She'd left me, and was fucking a WOMAN now? Ordinarily, of course, all guys fantasize about their girlfriend being with another woman. But usually it included him in some way. Somehow, her leaving me for the arms of a woman was even worse than her leaving me for a man. Why was she telling me this? I thought, desperately. I wished I didn't know, that I could go back to just a few minutes ago and start over. It was as though stabbing me in the heart hadn't been enough; now she had to twist the knife just to watch me suffer. I wished I hadn't come, but I couldn't just get up and leave. I felt powerless and desperate. 

Tasha wore a smirk and sauntered towards us. Her gown swished lightly with her legs in the silence that had come back in between Julia and me. She sat down on the couch on the other side of Julia, their identical gowns striking in such proximity to one another. Their bare shoulders touched; Julia's a light, creamy color and Tasha's a healthy tan. 

"Is this okay?" Julia asked gently. 

No, I wanted to say. No no no this is horrible! I wanted to say as my heart panged with jealousy. But I also couldn't help the fact that I was sitting on a couch with two gorgeous women. Two gorgeous women who I knew were sleeping with each other. Tasha's grin bespoke a calm triumph over me. My Julia, sleeping with someone else. I almost laughed out loud; it was like one of those stupid letters to a porn mag. "Dear Penthouse, I never thought this would happen to me, but..."

Of course, my penis was starting to think that something might happen to it, but the rational part of my brain couldn't even remotely conceive that anything illicit was actually about to occur. 

I wish, oh how I wish I'd left Julia's house right then. I wish I'd left and never looked back. But what man would have the willpower to do that? I can only guess at the ways in which I've been damaged irreparably by the horrors that were to follow, and this wasn't even the beginning yet. 

"Yes. Yes, it's fine," I said. The part that was fine was Julia, the woman I loved sitting next to me. That part was heaven. The fact that she was sleeping with someone else, and that person was right here too, was hell. 

"I thought you might say that," she said, a little breathily. "I've done so many things to hurt you. I thought maybe I could do something that might be...more pleasant, but I think it would be best for us both if the two of us didn't directly do anything together. It might," she said, "delay the healing process for you."

I nodded and gulped. She smiled sweetly and turned to Tasha, slowly running her fingers down Tasha's arms. I was enraptured by the gentle whisper of contact between them. Their lips came together softly. Unsure what to do, I began to touch Julia's bare upper back, but Tasha grabbed my hand and lifted me off, all while they continued to kiss. The quiet sound of their mouths wetly interacting was death to my heart, and life to my penis. After a moment passed, Julia turned to me with a smile and said softly, "Do we look good together?" Soft. Everything in those few moments was soft. 

I nodded again, "Yeah...yeah, you do." I said. The two of them really did look fantastic together, like a work of aesthetic brilliance called into being by some Michelangelo or Picasso. 

She laughed and swatted her hand at my arm. "Oh, relax. You were always too high-strung. It's no big deal," she said, in response to my nervousness. "In fact, I have just the thing."

She and Tasha got up and left for a moment. I was struck by their confidence and self-possession as they stood and walked calmly out of the room, despite the heat of the moment that had just occurred.. I let out a big, long breath, twitched my legs up and down, and ran a hand through my hair. When they came back, a lit joint was between Julia's fingers. She puffed out a big cloud of smoke as they entered the living room. 

"Here, have a hit," she said as she passed it to me. "It'll calm you down and make you more sociable, I have the other guests coming soon." I accepted the offering and in my anxiousness breathed in a bit more hefty of a hit than I should've. I coughed and passed it to Tasha. We took turns until we were stoned, and Julia extinguished the last third of it in a nearby ashtray. 

"Now, where were we?" she asked, teasingly. In addition to relaxing me, the pot had heightened the sensitivity of my nerves. Everything seemed to slow down and I began to be a little closer to okay with the thought of Julia kissing someone who wasn't me. Kissing, and the giving and receiving of pleasures and comforts, seemed to be the natural, preferred state of everything. 

Julia and Tasha began to passionately flick their tongues back and forth between their mouths, slowly, but hungrily. Julia now sat to my left and Tasha to my right, but they appeared to be taking care to come into contact with me as little as possible. I was painfully conscious of their sleek, expensive gowns in contrast with my own t-shirt and cheap pants.

Oh, God, I thought. Julia, my love...you're so beautiful right now...

But I felt that to reach up and touch either of them, or otherwise assert myself would be to ruin this beautiful moment. They parted for a second and stood up from the couch, moving to the floor a few feet away from me. Tasha slipped the straps off of Julia's shoulders, and their breasts pushed against each other's, creating an artificially high bust-line for a moment as they held each other. Julia brushed the hair back from Tasha's forehead as Tasha continued to sensuously disrobe my Julia, my love. The emotional pain remained behind the screen of pot that we'd smoked; it still hurt, but the hurt was overshadowed by the beauty of the moment. Suddenly, though, I felt desperate to be a part of this moment, to once again share something with Julia. My heart was pounding. I stood up. 

"Sit," she breathed. "Or you go home." I obediently sat back and started to touch myself through my pants. The pot had exacerbated my sensitivity and I was so aroused I felt like I was starting to leak pre-cum into my pants at the tension of these past few minutes. My balls throbbed desperately. The muscles around my prostate clenched and relaxed seemingly of their own volition. 

Tasha finished undressing Julia and gracefully planted her lips at various places on Julia's body, progressing from her throat, to her breasts, and continuing down to her pussy. She lightly passed her mouth over the soft down of Julia's well-groomed pubic hair. Tasha looked at me, smiled with a sparkle in her eyes, then turned and planted her mouth on Julia's labia. She let out a moan as Tasha started flicking her tongue over Julia's clit. 




11-13.avi; or, The Engagement Ring



My love...how I wish that could have been my mouth pleasuring you! It was almost as though I could feel Julia's pleasure palpably radiating out of every inch of her, my angel. 

The scent of Julia's and Tasha's arousal began to mix with their perfumes, and I felt I would not be able to contain myself much longer. Tasha reached around and caressed Julia's buttocks, occasionally giving them a light smack that resounded in my ears like blissful torture. It was as though my nerves had jumped out of my body and now sat on the surface of my skin, and they had become capable only of transmitting pleasure, such was my state of inebriation and arousal. I began to unbutton my pants, desperate to at least be able to relieve myself like a pathetic voyeur, wondering how I would ever handle this emotionally when it was over. But I didn't care. I was completely enraptured in the moment, and the heartache could not stop my desire. 

"No," Julia said suddenly, breaking the moment. She pulled her crotch away from Tasha's mouth. I'd spoiled the moment. "Rule #1, you take your pants off, THOSE go on. She pointed to an end table I hadn't noticed before. On it was some strange looking pair of what looked like women's underwear, with a small rubber dildo attached to it pointing inward. Next to the panties was a transparent, hollowed-out piece of plastic in the shape of a penis. 

"Julia..." I began in a tone of voice that must have sounded dreamy. "Please..." I said. "I miss you."

"No," she said firmly. I sighed and reluctantly stopped with only my pants unbuttoned, but still on. 

She smiled. "Trust me, Patrick. We'll make it worth your while. Don't you miss the taste of my pussy?" 

"Yes." 

"Then sit back and stop touching yourself."

She began to disrobe Tasha, looking in my direction while she did it, as though she were pretending to undress me. Julia cupped Tasha's ample left breast in her hand, and placed her open mouth over the other. She gently rubbed the nipple in between her lips until Tasha sighed in pleasure. 

"Come here," she whispered, and my instinct was to interpret it as directed at me, but it was clearly for Tasha. Julia sank to to her knees and tossed her underwear onto the couch next to me. 

Oh God, oh my God, I thought in a state of confused arousal. It was like I was in the middle of one of the porno videos I'd gotten used to watching every night. 

Julia lay down on her back, and again whispered "come here" to Tasha. Tasha crawled over near Julia's head and I thought she was going to lean over and kiss her again, but instead she lifted a knee over Julia and straddled her face. She gasped while the sound from Julia resembled a moan of both contentment and excitement, which was muffled by Tasha's legs and vagina. Tasha fixed me briefly with one of her cold, neutral gazes, and with her eyes still on me began slowly rubbing her pussy on Julia's face. My love's beautiful face. They pleasured each other in this position, tongues performing a confident dance that seemed perfectly choreographed. It was obvious that they knew how to take care of each other. Julia was making sounds that I'd never heard from her when she was with me. 

I was desperate to touch myself though, even if it could only be the sensitive parts of my inner thigh and perineum while my cock was in the plastic cage. I throbbed with the accumulation of the past several days. "Ah, fuck," I muttered to myself, and clumsily took my pants off while staying on the couch. I kept my shirt on, painfully aware of my slight gut.

"The rules," Julia said, looking at me from between Tasha's smooth legs.. 

"Goddammit," Tasha said as their rhythm was disrupted. She lifted a leg and backed off of Julia's face. It glistened with sweat and the seepage of Tasha's pleasure. 

"Fine, fine," I said. I got off the couch, conscious of my erection, and walked over to the devices on the table. "Julia, I-"

"Shut up," she said. "Must you spoil everything? Just put it on, you idiot." I clumsily inserted my penis into the plastic mold and affixed the piece that closed it off. I couldn't tell exactly how to get it off, though, and would probably need help with it later. It was embarrassing that I couldn't fill it all the way, but at least it didn't hurt too much to have an erection with it on. 

Julia and Tasha rolled onto their sides, continuing to make love to each other with their tongues. 

"I love you," I whispered to myself with a faint sob. I heard a chortle from Julia that was muffled by the wet pussy in her face. I grabbed the bottle of lubricant and put a healthy dose on the small plug fixed to the panties. HhadHHad I not been in a very relaxed, anything-goes state, I would have hesitated or not done it at all, but nevertheless I carefully slid the panties on and slowly put the anal plug in with a gasp. My sphincter muscles clenched reflexively and I forced them to relax. I laid down carefully on the couch and continued to watch while I gently brushed my fingers as close to my cock as possible. 

Julia soon let out a cry as she came, and doused Tasha's mouth with a moderate amount of ejaculate. Most of it flowed out of Tasha's mouth and left a wet spot on the ground, but she seemed to take care to preserve some in the hollow of her cheek. I'd only managed to get Julia to do that a couple of times, and both had required a lot more work on my part. The scent of aroused woman started gradually to overcome the peaches-and-lavender perfume, and it tormented my nostrils with thoughts of desires withheld from me. 

Tasha's first orgasm soon followed, and they calmed down a bit. They giggled gently, if a little mischievously, and stood up. They walked over to me and sat on the leather couch, their sweat-and-cum-slicked skin sticking to the material and making a bit of a squelching noise. 

I felt utterly helpless. I did not want to disobey their earlier warning and ruin this tortured moment, but I desperately needed relief. Their shining skin was millimeters away. Their scents were inside of me, taking me over.

"Do you still want me?" Julia asked with a smile. Up close, I could see the fluid remnants of Tasha's orgasm streaked on her face. 

"Yes," I said. "So much. So much. Anything." 

"Then you shall have me, my dear." She turned my head gently towards Tasha, and Tasha leaned forward, the scent of Julia's cunt dancing like fermented passion off of her mouth, and pressed her lips against mine. Tasha gently expelled the small amount of cum into my mouth. Not expecting this, most of it dripped down onto my legs.

"Do you like how I taste?" Julia asked. 

I couldn't say anything and break our touch, which was devouring me inside and out. Oh my love, your taste-

I couldn't see, but I felt Julia smack my plastic-enclosed penis. Hard. It bounced back a bit. She giggled as Tasha and my mouth clawed for purchase in a war for ownership of Julia's sex. But I could never own her, as this evening was proving. No, she was the one who claimed ownership of me as Tasha's tongue probed inside my mouth. She pulled back and I was left in a daze, my mouth still open. Then, Tasha spat into me and I recoiled instinctively. 

I turned to kiss Julia, longing to give her the delicious taste of her own pussy and eradicate Tasha's usurpation of what had once been mine. But Julia pulled away and taunted me with an exaggerated smack of her lips. 

"Tut tut," she said. "How do those little panties feel, hon?" she said, and then smacked my bottom right at the spot at which the plug was inserted. I spasmed uncontrollably and bolted upright like a body being shocked back into life with electrical paddles in the emergency room. The pressure on my prostate was causing a small amount of cum to ooze out of me into the container, and I begged Julia, "Please, let me."

"No," she said. "In fact, it's getting close to time for the party. The others will be here soon." My heart sank and my cock cried out for relief. I leaned forward on the couch, arching my back and grinding my buttocks over the plug. "That's enough," she said. "This was just a taste of what you have in store. Take the panties off." Her tone had become brusque and business-like, without even a trace of sentiment or playfulness. I felt utterly at a loss, throbbing with arousal and still heartbroken by seeing the love of my life with another person. "The cage stays on. Or you can leave if you prefer."

I was tormented and felt suddenly more alone than ever before.

"We're going to take a shower," Julia said. She and Tasha picked up their clothes. "You should get dressed. We'll be back in a half hour; there's the remote," she said, pointing. "You can watch TV if you want, but leave the cage on."

The two giggled and walked out of the room. I heard them stop in the kitchen and open the refrigerator or freezer, pull out something that sounded like a glass dish, and place it on the counter. "Hey, your ring is in here!" Julia shouted. "Don't forget it later!" They then left the kitchen and walked down the hall, to where I assumed was a shower.

"Your ring," I thought, with a pain in my heart. "Your ring."

I was still in shock and high as a kite. I zoned out for a moment, lost in remembrance of the past half hour and trying to navigate the pain that I knew would intensify when the night was over. Despite all this, I felt no small amount of pride at having just witnessed something that most only fantasized about. It would be my little secret, I decided, a way of quietly and secretly exerting a dominance over the other guests who would soon be here that would have no clue about the intimacy that had just been shared with me, albeit in a limited fashion.

My erection finally began to subside, which was the only relief that seemed forthcoming. I cautioned myself to leave the cage on for now, in case one of them came back and witnessed me breaking their rule. Anyhow, I couldn't really figure out how to get it off even if I'd wanted to. I'd put my pants back on in a few minutes, I decided. I clicked the TV on, but it appeared to get no reception. Changing the channel did nothing, even though it was on. I grabbed the DVD remote and turned it on, just wanting something to fill the quiet and relax me for a moment. Whatever was in the player should do; comedy, action, whatever, it wouldn't be at the forefront of my concentration. 

But something different entirely was in store, it seemed. 

At first, the screen remained dark and I heard some muffled noises, scraping, mumbled human voices. It sounded almost like a garbled television transmission. I turned it up and heard "that's better" coupled with ambient noise. The view on the screen shifted somewhat, seeming to back up. Suddenly, I was confronted with a large close-up of a vagina. 

"What the fuck?" I wondered. The camera pulled back. It was Julia on the screen. Her hand was over her genitals and rubbing slowly. She bucked her hips slightly, in time with the rhythm of her hand. She moaned in pleasure. 

This is so fucking messed up, I thought. What has happened to you, my love? 

I heard a deep voice encouraging Julia from offscreen. 

"Yeah, baby, that's my girl," a man said. "Hit that shit." He laughs and then sighs contentedly. Contented. With Julia. My Julia.

Onscreen, my love periodically smacked her clit in between strokes. She gasped and bucked her hips even harder than before. This continued for a moment and then the view changed as someone must have stood up with the camera. 

"C'mon over, girl. Enough preseason, it's game-time." Julia calmly closed her legs back together, sat up, and crawled towards the edge of the bed at the bottom of the camera's vision. A smile radiated from her. My own muscles tensed as I understood at that moment that I was the furthest thing from her mind, and would be forever. 

Jesus, I thought. Oh God, no, not this too. She wouldn't! 

The camera pointed down, displaying the muscular chest of a young man with a fully erect phallus. His feet framed his cock in the grotesque point of view afforded by the camera. I felt a flood of shame when I saw my love's mouth slowly approach the head, which stood out a full ten inches from his anonymous waist. She formed an 'O' with her mouth and I felt a wave of sadness pass through my entire being. Julia moved her mouth up and down over his cock several times, and then smacked her lips in satisfaction. Those lips of hers that I knew so well, that I'd kissed hundreds of times. I felt I could taste the foulness of the anonymous man's cock in my own mouth.

I wanted to cry. I wanted to turn it off. I wanted to die. 

But I couldn't do any of those. Because I also wanted to touch myself and imagine that it was me. I was the one with whom she was making love using her mouth. I was the one she was thinking of when taking her pleasure, I tried to tell myself. Horrified, I watched as she slurped gratuitously and pulled back for a breath, then pushed the large penis up against his toned stomach. She started licking his balls, bits of saliva dripping freely from his member and her lips. 

Those lips. My love's lips.

A slow soundtrack of crashing cymbals and distorted guitars seemed to play in my head, creating a rhythmic progression towards a shameful end that contrasted with her lips smacking and the man's condescending encouragements. She was eager to please, and I couldn't tear my eyes away. She placed her hands on his abdomen and caressed him, moaning with the cock in her mouth again. 

The man, whoever he was, grew louder and started to bellow. 

"Come on, baby. Come on. Give me some," my Julia said as she stepped on the broken pieces of my heart. I started to cry a little bit when the man exclaimed "Ah, FUCK. FUUUUCK YES." Julia tickled his balls in a grotesque parody of the intimate and adventurous moments in which she'd tickled my anus as I was about to come, back when we shared a bed together. The man's cock spurted into my Julia's mouth, the mouth that I'd kissed so many times, the mouth that had told me she loved me. I was helpless, unable to tear away, as I watched her smiling face from his looming perspective. Amid his groans of orgasm and her sighs of receptive satisfaction, copious strands of off-white semen flowed out of her mouth. 

"I love you, baby," she said to the anonymous man, when she'd swallowed what remained. He did not respond. 

Suddenly it was all too overwhelming, and I wept openly, unable to concern myself with whether or not Tasha and Julia might return and catch me. 

His cock. Her mouth. 

My tears. 

Everything bled together in a whirl. I felt mildly nauseous, but still aroused, inexplicably. I couldn't unhear the lip-smacking sounds. I couldn't unsee the sperm dripping from her fertile mouth. I couldn't unsmell the odor of Julia on Tasha's lips. Suddenly, I realized I'd been grinding my butt on the sofa, stimulating the inner folds of my buttocks and sending a river of pleasurable sensations up my spine. 

Her mouth. His cum. 

My heart.

I exhaustedly leaned back and clicked the DVD player off. I stared into nothingness until I must have passed out, because the next thing I knew I was being shaken by Julia. 

"Hey, wake up. Patrick, people are starting to get here." This was my greeting as I swam back up into consciousness. "Come on, seriously. Put your goddamn pants on." I blinked and sat up. Julia was still in all-business mode. She crossed her arms and looked disapprovingly at me. She tossed my pants onto my lap and they covered my enclosed penis. "Everyone's at the door waiting on me, now come on!" 

I jolted to life, not wanting to be seen in this pathetic state. I didn't have time to take my penis out of the cock mold, so I just put my pants on over it. I was conscious of the tapping sound over the plastic coming into contact with the metal zipper as I moved. Voices were coming from the entrance, where Tasha must have started to let people in. I squeezed my belly in and buttoned my pants shut. Julia grabbed my forearm and dragged me to the living room. 

Several men entered the room. Most of them were taller than me, and lean. I immediately felt a surge of embarrassment as I noticed how much more nicely dressed than me they were. It really hit home at that moment how much I needed money, and to get my life back in order. As much as I didn't want to take the engagement ring back, and as skeezy as I felt by the thought, I was desperate to sell it as soon as I could. 

"This is Lee," Tasha said. "Lee, this is Patricia, I mean, Patrick." I glanced at Tasha, who wore an expression of cold apathy. He shook hands with a firm grip, and Tasha continued to recite the others' names. 

Odd, I thought. All guys? Surely some of them have girlfriends or wives or something. 

And Jerome, Peter, Lee, Jason, Mark, and Tyrone were all pretty good looking, I had to admit. For guys. And it was obvious they all worked out, so I wondered why exactly none of them had a female companion. 

We all sat down in the parlor. I fidgeted nervously. Julia and Tasha spent most of their time talking to the others and seeming to ignore me on purpose. Time slowed down again as my heart raced with nerves from the forced social interaction with people who were clearly my betters. I wanted to leave and be alone with my disgraces. In my lengthy silences, I lost track of what they were talking about as I replayed the video scene from earlier. 

Her mouth. His balls.

The way that cum dripped out of her mouth, onto her chest. 

There was no way I could think of to excuse myself and go home in the middle of all their conversations, and I didn't want to disrupt it all to publicly ask for my engagement ring back, so I sat nervously on the sidelines, shrinking away from their talk of life's successes, goals achieved, competitors bested, and so on. It seemed like everybody here was either a banker or a salesman. Eventually, I said that I had to go to the bathroom, and instead I sneaked into the living room, where the seemingly fantastical scene had taken place earlier in the evening. I smoked the last of the joint and sat down, entering into a kind of melancholic euphora. 

Soon, the voices in the living room grew quieter abruptly, and I strained to hear what was going on in there without me. I heard muffled whispers for a moment, and then some nervous laughter from Tasha. I tilted my head, listening anxiously. What was going on?

More whispering. I went into the kitchen in search of some water for my drying mouth, and to get away from the intrigue I could hear from the other room. God only knew what was happening. Fuck, I can't even get out of the house without passing through there, I thought. I saw near the freezer a large glass bowl, which must have been the noise I heard earlier when the women stopped in there. It was about 2/3 filled with some white slushy drink that appeared to be thawing. The partiers in the other room seemed to have forgotten about beverages for the moment, though.

There was something inside, some strange dark shape on the bottom of the bowl, but I quickly lost interest as I heard a gasp from the living room that was loud enough to reach me in the kitchen. Then I could tell it was Julia. She was grunting loudly and crying out: 

"UNH, UNG, UNH, FUCK."

I moved back to the couch in the living room, putting my hand down my pants and forgetting that my cock was covered in plastic and that I would need some assistance to get it off before leaving. 

Jealousy raged in me as I understood that Tasha and Julia must be putting on the same show for all those men as they had for me. 

I am not special. I thank my love for reminding me of that fact while she takes her pleasure with her lover. 

I heard laughter intermixed with quiet for the next few minutes. Lots of bass-inflected chuckling from the men, and now a couple of them sighing with pleasure. All of it without me. 




11-13.avi; or, The Engagement Ring



"Yeah, lick that dick. That's it." 

I wondered if he was talking to my love, my Julia. I wondered if it gave her pleasure to feel cocks inside her that weren't my own, even though she'd already taken another partner. Of course it does, idiot, I thought. It's right in front of you to see. 

But truly loving a person means putting her happiness above your own, and as I heard pure joy in the quavering of her voice, and as I had earlier seen the looks of ecstasy on her face, I swelled with pleasure at the thought of her own pleasure. Her joy was my joy, because by leaving me she had arrived in this paradise of indulgence, this height of debauched accomplishment from which she could look down on me far below. I marveled at the image of her lips, my Julia's lips, sliding up and down, slowly and carefully, the long shaft of that fertile cock on the video screen. 

The voices in the other room got louder and louder, and then the sound of people milling about, reconfiguring. One of the men whispered something and I heard Tasha say calmly, "I'll get some." 

I soon saw her naked body pass quickly without so much as glancing in after me. She went down the hall and as I saw her pass again, I noticed she was carrying a couple of towels. 

I again heard what sounded like the wet smacking sounds of fellatio being performed on a number of people and then several more reconfigurations. I could no longer resist and I felt I must bear witness to my Julia's, my love's, happiness. 

I slowly looked into the parlor from the hall and my head began to spin as I took in the scene. It was as though I was surrounded on all sides by people who all wished to exterminate me through the act of mindless fucking. I felt like I was drifting into hell with each half step of my foot closer to the parlor. Tasha and Julia were completely nude, their expensive gowns in a heap. The men's clothes were strewn about as well. 

The clothes in here are worth more than I have to my name, I thought amidst the sickening squelching sounds. Julia was impaled on both ends by the pricks of two men. She slid back and forth smoothly, the cheeks of her butt bumping against a pair of muscular thighs. And then she slid forward, onto another cock. 

"Mm-Mm-Mmuh, Mm-Mm-Mmuh" she said around the obstruction his penis made.

But what was perhaps the most jarring sensory input was in fact the opposite of sensory input; the near total lack of vocalization, apart from my love's faint noises, struck terror into me. It wasn't filled with the overstated yelping that I was accustomed to in the porno movies I'd been watching. Looking back, I think now the relatively understated ambient noise was so striking because it meant that the act of sliding back and forth between these two cocks was, for Julia, a rather mundane activity, even if it was filled with pleasure. For her, it was like reading a book, or receiving a compliment; pleasant and gratifying, but commonplace through the repetition of a routine. This fact piled mountains on top of the weight already on my heart. The silence left the ether of the room open enough that my ears were filled with the quieter sounds of gentle smacking, of sticky wetnesses splutting rhythmically, and my nose was filled with a thick odor of male sweat that invaded my nostrils like a palpable fog. E

Now and then one of the women would let loose an involuntary "UNH!" or one of the men would grunt with effort and pleasure, but it was less frequent than I'd have expected. The haze of sweat and bodily secretions, dominated by the more numerous men, almost made me gag. It was disgusting. It stank. But it was also arousing. I felt I could drown in the revolting stuff happily. This is when I married my pleasure to my disgust, and the pair occupied the same plane as heaven and hell, love and hate. I'd always heard rumors that smell was the most erogenous scent, and now that was driven home irrefutably. 

Tasha was fucking one of the men cowgirl-style. As she bounced up and down, she jerked off two of the other men's pricks as they were pushed near her face. The sixth man, I noticed now, was stroking himself and watching Julia as hungrily as I was. Then he walked over and started gently smacking her on the back with his cock while she squirmed forward and backward along the penises she'd claimed with her orifices. 

This activity went on for some time as I watched, feeling as though this night's horrors would never end, and craving an end to every part of me. Soon, I saw Julia, my love, stand up. One of the men slid his muscled, sweaty body underneath her, and another moved in behind. 

She fucked both of them at the same time. My Julia did.

She lowered herself onto the man beneath her, and I dizzily wondered where I was for a moment. How had my life brought me to this? Everyone in the room seemed to groan in unison now, except for me. I was alone with my shame and euphoria. The man behind Julia slowly, but insistently, nudged his dick into her anus. She let out an "UNGF" and deep moan of pleasure.

I started to weep again, quietly, but I remained unable to tear myself away from this hell of utter depravity. At the same time my passion and adoration and love for my Julia seemed to reach a new peak, in between each distinct sound of her getting fucked into oblivion. But the oblivion was both of ours; therefore, so must be the pleasure of that oblivion. 

I wandered into the jungle of bodies, hardly realizing I'd been moving my feet. They all ignored me. Tasha shouted and came, twice in a row. After she caught her breath, she separated herself from the pile of flesh of which she'd been a part, and calmly walked over to me. Her sweaty body glistened, and the entire room continued to be saturated with the stench of sex and men and sex and women. My own scent was submerged in it, just as my being was submerged beneath this panorama of shapely bodies and burning envy. 

Tasha walked up to me and yanked at my pants. She slid them down, revealing my penis contained by the plastic mold. No one said anything. Julia continued fucking. One of the men, Peter, walked up nonchalantly and shoved his cock in her face as she bounced up and down on Lee.

Tasha took my hand and led me over to Julia. She tapped the man on the shoulder who had been sodomizing my love. He complained good-naturedly, but slowly pulled himself out of her and moved out of the way. 

"No," I said weakly, in a complete daze. "No, no this isn't happening." 

They ignored me. Tasha pushed my head down towards the nexus of hips that belonged to Julia and whichever of the men she was riding. The fuckstench grew even stronger up close. Tasha gradually applied less force and I, in a daze, started to propel my own face towards her now-vacant rear. But at the last moment I hesitated, revolted. She pushed my mouth into her ass, some man's cock mere centimeters away, working my love into yet another peak. 

"Tongue," she said, simply. 

I stuck it out. I tasted of her temple of waste, and my spirit was broken when she cried out in renewed pleasure in response to my tongue. 

Julia. Such dark delights as this I could never have imagined her participating in. 

I gagged and leaned back from a moment, watching her grind up and down, but soon I came back. I wanted to help her, you see. I wanted to help her finish my undoing. I overcame my instinctive nausea at tasting such a forbidden part of the body the more she appeared to enjoy it. 

Soon, Tasha pulled me back by my greasy hair, and then used her other hand to gracefully assist Julia in dismounting the man she had been grinding on. Lee moved to the side and Julia got to her knees. Tasha pushed me down onto my knees behind Julia, and she in turn knelt behind me. 

"All of you, now," Tasha commanded them. 

They started to line up, all of them stroking their penises and looking hungrily at Julia, some of them even glancing over at Tasha. Even though they certainly weren't, I felt like they were looking at me, and I reflexively panicked. 

"Patrick, this is your job," Tasha said as she took each of my hands and wrapped them around to Julia's front. I was pressed firmly against Julia, Tasha against me, as I was forced to caress Julia's beautiful, perfect breasts.

I raged inside. I continued to die as her nipples hardened in my grasp. 

Peter then positioned himself so that his cock was in between Julia's breasts, within grasp of my own fingers. My hands, guided by Tasha's, pushed her breasts together around his glistening penis, and then rubbed them up and down on it. Peter moaned. Julia cackled fiercely and shook her butt rhythmically against my enclosed member while I helped her, my love, give a titjob to Peter. 

Her breasts. They were so soft and full. I could suckle from them forever. But that salvation remained impossible.

And then they started to get a little moist as Peter's pre-cum leaked out onto the inner parts of her cleavage. I could smell everyone's sweat and pheremones. My mind reached dizzying new heights of pain and passion.

Tasha guided my hands and playfully stimulated Peter some more with Julia's body. His moans grew louder. He pulled back a little and stroked his penis faster and faster, while Tasha held my hands, and my hands held Julia's breasts slightly raised, waiting for him to orgasm. Pushing them up in welcome of his offering. 

Her breasts. My hands. 

I continued to die. 

Peter swore loudly and I felt hot semen spurt haphazardly onto Julia's breasts and my hands. Tasha, commandeering my hands, jiggled Julia's tits up and down as the sticky white substance crept in between my fingertips and Julia's nipples. She turned around and kissed me with a delicious grin and hungry eyes. Julia grabbed one of my hands and sucked on each finger, while another one of the men stepped into Peter's place. 

Tasha made me repeat this humiliation for ten minutes while the rest of them turned Julia into a mess of white hot jism. My Julia, my love, how could you. I love you. And I hate you. 

I was embarrassed to find that I had leaked out semen into the plastic piece, and my penis was now stewing in its own drying juices. I don't even remember orgasming, I was so caught up in the hell of that moment. The heaven of that moment. 

After the last man dumped his load of sperm onto my Julia, my love, and I finished rubbing it into her soft breasts, I was pulled shakily to my feet by Tasha and Julia. I was in a daze, and I might have been weeping openly. My ass felt like it was on fire with pleasure, like it was so awakened to its senses that it could taste the air itself. I had never experienced such a deranged state of intense arousal. I was led, shaking, like a frightened lamb, into the living room. In the parlor, all the men seemed to be wiping themselves off with the towels that Tasha had retrieved.

But the women were far from done with me. 

"Sit," Julia said. She went into the kitchen as I sank into the couch. My hands became sticky as the sweat and filth began to dry into my skin. I heard her pick up the bowl from the counter, open the microwave, set the timer, and start it. Tasha pulled a large dildo from a drawer, followed by a pair of panties with a harness. She calmly strapped them on, not even bothering to look at me. 

"Almost done!" Julia called with a delirious giggle. Tasha smiled while she looked down at the dildo she'd strapped on to herself. In a few seconds, the microwave beeped and Julia retrieved the glass bowl. The murky-white slush was now a thick liquid. It wasn't too hot, but it definitely gave off a little warmth when Julia sat it down on the floor near me and Tasha. 

"Over here," she snapped. I crawled to her. 

"I think you liked that little dick you had in your ass while you watched us, didn't you?"

I couldn't answer. It had felt good. But I couldn't talk.

"Answer me, or you don't get the ring back and you leave now. Abd you know you need that money. Besides, I think you'd do it just because I ask you to, regardless" A thin line between heaven and hell, I thought. I wanted to weep again but I felt emotionally dead. My cock was softening in a small pool of drying semen. 

"Yes," I said finally. "Yes." 

"It's time to graduate. Congratulations," she said. "Turn around."

I did as instructed. I stared at the bowl, not daring to guess what this fresh terror could be. 

But I knew. It was Julia's conquest. 

"I made sure not to cum too much," Julia told me. I looked around uncomprehendingly, and she was rubbing her clit. "You should thank me, because it's going to save you some pain." She moved up to a position near my ass, kneeling behind me while I remained on all fours. Bent over and exposed, my asshole remained aflame and sensitized such that it seemed it could taste the pungent air, and it craved more. After a moment of jerking herself off as crudely as any man, she began to gush her warm nectar over the inner folds of my ass. The gentle splashes of ejaculate were a heavenly, cleansing rain and I let out uncontrollable exclamations. I sounded like an animal dying in despair. But her heat tasted like paradise.

"Now fuck him," she instructed Tasha. "Fuck his pussy." 

Tasha slowly introduced her fake cock into me, using Julia to lubricate my repurposed behind. 

Tasha's cock slowly entered and I yelped. She nudged me towards some precipice at my body's core, and I let out a moan of half-pain and half-pleasure as she backed out and slowly in again. It seemed to get easier each time. It seemed to feel a little nicer each time. With each thrust growing in strength, I felt I was becoming one with a kind of death-delirium, and that Julia was thriving off of my retreat into it. She mocked my desperate sounds, lording over me the fact of her ability to own her own pleasure, while I was helplessly consumed within the shadow of hers. Julia slowly positioned us so that my face edged over the bowl each time Tasha thrust into me. I felt like my whole body would explode and my mind would be gone forever. 

"If you want that ring, and the money, you're gonna retrieve with your mouth. It's at the bottom of the bowl," Julia said. 

"What-" I gasped. "W-w-what is-" I stammered. 

"It's those six guys in there. Don't worry, you've already had them anyway. This is just what we've saved up for you in the past month of partying." 

The heat baked off of the pool of filth and wafted into my face. 

Welcome to hell. 

Julia swirled a finger around in the hot, white honey, and tweaked my lips briefly with it. I gagged in response, trying to keep the pleasurable rhythm with which my buttocks slammed back into Tasha's hips. I felt like a dead thing skewered over a spit as Julia pushed her glazed fingers into my mouth. Then, she pulled her fingers out, and pushed my gasping mouth into the small pool of manspunk. 

I exhaled sharply in a panic, screaming, and spluttering cum all over. I cried. My Julia, my love. I hate you. You are my hell. 

I came again into the cock mold as I wept and pinched my engagement ring between my lips while in the viscous fluid. Then I pulled my head out of the muddled soup and slowed my pumping rear. The ring fell to the carpet. The touchless orgasm that shuddered through my penis died quickly, but my anus wouldn't stop. I convulsed as my asshole seemed to have an orgasm of its own. It doesn't make sense, but it felt like the nerves in my anus had rendered the orgasm in my cock completely hollow and unsatisfactory. Before I could wipe the fetid spunk off of my mouth, Tasha yanked me up by the hair and wrapped a hand partway around my throat. Julia leaned up and started to kiss me passionately, playfully smearing the cum around my mouth and spitting some onto my tongue. Tasha leaned around, exchanged a look with Julia, and they simultaneously moved in towards my face. 

Grinning, Julia said, "stick out that dirty tongue." 

Tasha also had a smile on her face, and as I stuck it out, both women took turns gently sucking on my tongue as though it were the penis of one of the well-endowed men in the parlor. They made gentle love to it, suddenly adopting the care of a nurse tenderly administering to a patient. They flicked it with their own tongues . Julia, my love, my hate, took it fully into her mouth, gently swallowing all of my being, and then slowly backed her lips off. As she did, it felt like all the pleasure was pulled from my anus and rippled up my back one last time, went out through my tongue into her body, and then my body gave up the ghost, and the pleasure was gone. 

And I was finally dead. 

I must have passed out then, because when I woke up everybody was gone. I was on the floor sleeping, naked and with my cock free of the cage. The crusty ring was on the floor in front of my face. My face hurt, its pores clogged with the dried glaze of the night's evils. I sat up, head pounding, horrified that I had survived my own death. I dressed, feeling dizzy, nauseous, ecstatic, and horrified all at once. 

I hate you, Julia. I want you out of my life forever. 

I left as quickly as possible. When I arrived home, I fell asleep again. 

I slept for a long time. 

The next few days were as horribly boring as most days are when you have no job and no money to spend. I was able to pawn the engagement ring, but didn't get as much as I'd expected for it. My thoughts were mostly occupied with either nothing at all, or with the hellish tableau of fucking that I had both been a part of, as a bizarre nexus of humiliation, and cruelly excluded from. 

Earlier tonight I got an e-mail from her. It's the one I read right now as I try to determine the course of the rest of my life. It opens with a rather mundane: 

--"Hi Patrick! I'm so glad you could come to the party the other night. --

The e-mail has one attachment. I love you, Julia. I hate you, Julia, and I want you out of my life forever.

The attachment just says, mysteriously, "11-13.avi". 

--Anyway, it felt so good to get to talk to you and catch up on old times! I'm so sorry things aren't going very well for you at the moment. Don't worry though, you'll find someone new soon, I'm sure of it. Though it might not be a bad idea to hit the gym or something; don't take that the wrong way, I'm just worried about your health is all."--

I am still dead, no matter what size my stomach is.

I want you gone forever. But I want you always to be happy. And I want to be able to watch your happiness.

--So I don't know if you had much fun at the party. I'm so sorry, sometimes I just get caught up in hostessing! ;) --

--But in any case, I had a -really- good time and I think this is a good step for us. I'm so glad you're willing to be friends. Most guys wouldn't! See? I always knew you were special in some way! --

--Since the night was so wonderful, I thought you might like a little memento of the evening. So that you NEVER forget it. I've attached an avi file; the video quality isn't great, but Tasha was able to edit together the best shots from all three cameras that were in the parlor. --

I won't give her the satisfaction. I'm deleting this horror, this atrocity. But I am dead, so I feel powerless to do that. 

My Julia. My heaven. My hell. 

I save the file to my hard drive. I gulp my bourbon faster than usual. I unzip my pants and begin to plunge myself forward into oblivion once more.