2 comments/ 44538 views/ 4 favorites On My Way By: Snowz All characters that appear in this story are at least eighteen or over. Please do not plagiarize. I woke up that morning feeling nervous. The night before, I'd finally worked up the nerve to make up my mind about whether or not to go. I remembered all of those days on the way to school, where I would pass by that naughty little shop. I'd occasionally see some older men look around to see if anyone was watching, and then carefully go inside. Other times, I'd see grinning old women come out with bulging plastic bags. Today, I'll be going into that store for the first time. I got out of bed and walked to the mirror, to make sure that I hadn't broken out in hives again. A cool breeze from the window made my bare nipples become hard. I pinched them lightly, enjoying the feeling. I didn't see anything wrong with me, so I walked over to my dresser and took the brush off of the top. I lightly went over my brown hair, massaging my breasts with my free hand. Satisfied with the job done on my hair, I put down the brush and opened up the middle drawer in the dresser. I thought about what pair of panties that I'd want to wear, considering that today was a bit of a special day. Regular panties were too bland, and I didn't feel like wearing boyshorts, so I settled on my favourite turquoise thong. I pulled the sides up as high as they would go, and admired myself in the mirror. I loved the way the fabric felt, riding up my ass, making me feel so incredibly slutty. I giggled at how high the thong went up along my hips and back. I thought that the entire notion of me posing for myself looked pretty dirty, but I didn't have to worry about anyone seeing me, since I was alone in my room. The door was closed, and securely locked. I put on my glasses and looked into the mirror again. I liked the way I looked with my glasses on, not just because I could see myself better, but because they really turned me on for one reason or another. I snapped myself back into reality and walked back to the dresser, and put on a bra that I thought matched the panties well. I pulled my thong back down to where I usually kept it-just high enough for me to feel, but not really high enough for anyone to see the strings or back peeking out. I knew that a guy could see the panties if they were in the right position, as in, looking right down my pants while I'm completely leaned over, but I don't deliberately give them a show. Though, I always got a laugh out of seeing a guy's eyes casually drop and look for a moment or two when I was aware of them. Funnier still, was to see the embarrassment on top of pretended innocence on their faces when they realized that I knew they were looking. I only remembered one guy who really was looking at something else, something past me, but the angle made him look like he was staring at my ass. When he realized how circumstances made him appear he, surprisingly, apologized. We ended up talking for a few minutes after he regained his composure. At least he had the courage to talk to me, though I wouldn't call myself stunning. I've got the glasses, and I get hives once in a while. Okay, I get hives more than just once in a while, but usually life isn't that bad. Maybe most guys just don't know how to approach a girl, that's all. I have to admit, though, that accidentally staring at a geeky girl's ass is a pretty unique way of starting a conversation. In the end, we all just want to be loved. I'm not giving it up anytime soon, but waiting for the right guy to come along can be pretty lonely. Can't have any of those thoughts today. Today was going to be fun. I put on a dark teal shirt and checked the mirror again. Yep, everything looked in order. I put everything I needed into my purse, and left my room. As I walked down the stairs, I heard my mother calling to me. "Brooke! I just finished making some eggs. Do you want any?" I smiled again. I suppose today was going to be a big day, so I may as well have some breakfast. "Sure, mom! I'll just have one." I walked into the kitchen, and saw my mom half getting ready to leave to my grandmothers for Spring Break, and half cleaning up after making breakfast. I sat down at a chair across from my mom, and pulled the plate forward. She didn't usually make breakfast for me, but I always loved the times that she did. "So Brooke, big plans for today?" I blushed and tried to stammer an answer, as I couldn't really be honest about where I was heading off to. I quickly ate the eggs while I thought of an answer. "Erm... uh, yeah. I'm going to..." My mom gave me a warm smile and took my now empty plate and began washing the top. She looked back at me over her shoulder, her smile unceasing. "Relax. If it's anything that has reason to make your face to go pink like that, then I won't pry. You're eighteen now, and I trust your judgment." I didn't say anything, the pink extending to my ears. She began washing the dishes, still talking to me. She turned her face away; as to more effectively clean the dishes. "As long as it's nothing terribly illegal or anything that will hurt you, I don't need to know, right?" "...I guess. Yeah, you're right." She walked over and kissed my forehead. "You're getting to be a big girl, Brooke. Just be sure to use protection if it's a boy." My face went from a light pink to a deep red in a matter of seconds. "Mom! I... I know! I'm old enough to know these things." My mom gave a light laugh, and patted my shoulder. She walked into the other room, and got her coat, keys, and purse. She came back into the room, and dug into her purse, pulling out several bills. "Your father and I will be back next Sunday. Be sure to enjoy yourself, and don't destroy the house if you can avoid it." She pressed the bills into my hand, kissed my forehead again, and left out of the kitchen door. I looked at how much money she gave me, and my jaw dropped slightly. A few hundred dollars, at least. They never gave me money to spend. I put the money into my purse, and picked up my jean jacket, locked the door, and left the house. I walked a few blocks to get to the bus stop, and sat down at the bench. I turned my head to see someone I hadn't seen for a while. He was tall compared to me, face covered in freckles, and had stunning green eyes. I'd known him since grade seven, but never really talked to him, even now in university. "Uh, hey, Brooke." He looked a bit nervous being alone with me, so I tried to calm him down a little by smiling. This only made him twitch a little. "Hi Mike. How are you today?" "I'm... pretty good." He really seemed to struggle in talking to me. I reached into my purse to offer him a stick of gum, but I ended up spilling most of the contents onto the sidewalk in front of Mike. "Oh, let me help you with that." I just smiled to him and stood up from the bench. I knelt on the sidewalk, and started to put my stuff back into the purse. "Don't worry, Mike. I'm just clumsy, so I'll clean it up." He silently protested, kneeling down next to me, helping pick up each item and handing them to me. When everything had been picked up, we both stood up and smiled at each other. "Thanks." "It's no problem, Brooke. Where are you off to, anyway?" Even though the inquiry itself was a bit awkward, it was nice to see that he was calmer around me. "Oh, I'm off to sleep over at a friend's tonight. You?" "I'm heading to start my new job. It's that new restaurant in the West end." "That's neat. I think that I'll try their food sometime, it's supposed to be good." "It really is. I'll cook for you sometime." A long, blue bus pulled up at the stop. "Looks like this is my bus." "Have fun with your friend!" "Oh, believe me. I will." I flashed him a mischievous smile as I climbed onto the bus. He didn't understand, but that was to be both expected and hoped for. I paid my fare and sat down by myself. The bus started to move again, the engine squealing behind me. I could hardly believe that I was on my way to a store like that. I pictured the inside of that store to be lined with dirty magazines, there to be a television hanging from a top corner loudly playing a porn movie, and for there to be some disgusting, fat man behind the counter ogling me as I would walk in. But even if the trip was going to be like that, I was still pretty excited to be going. I felt a warmth between my legs. Maybe the feeling was coming from the engine of the bus, but I couldn't be sure. Seeing my stop coming, I pressed the stop request button and moved to the back exit. I got off a stop early; just in case someone suspected that I was going to go into that store. Wait, why would I care? I can make decisions for myself. I can choose where to shop. I began walking towards the shop, again wondering what the interior would look like. As I passed a lingerie store, I felt the warmth between my legs again. Just a few more steps, and I'll be at the door. My heart felt like it was going to come out of my chest that it was beating at such a rate. I stopped walking and turned to the door. All of the windows were covered from the inside with bright pink paper, one side with the store's name. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. When they opened, I was already walking inside the store, Hot Love. Once I was inside, I immediately saw a woman, not much older than I was, with dyed black, pink, and teal hair and several piercings on her face. She looked up to me and gave me a small smile, and went back to reading her magazine. The store consisted of organized shelves with boxes of various adult toys, whereas in the middle, there were bookshelves with many, many erotic fictions, biographies, and a few hentai novels. If not for the sexual nature of the store, with the colouring, décor, and organization, I would have imagined this place as a bookstore, or something even more...docile. I began to walk around, staring at the shelves and what lay upon them. I felt my jaw slowly drop as I found more and more things that I wouldn't-couldn't have even imagined. After a few minutes, and several tours around the middle, the woman came out from behind the desk. "See anything you like?" "I... uh..." She gave me a warm smile. "It's okay. I'm Erin. Is this your first time in one of these stores?" I slowly nodded my head. Erin motioned her hand as for me to follow. "That's alright, we get a lot of people who haven't done this sort of thing. Welcome to the club." "Thanks. I'm Brooke, by the way." "Nice to meet you." She pointed to the dark wooden shelves in front of us. "Anyway, over here... we have the anal toys. Not many girls are fans of them, but I personally love the feeling of something in my ass. Any questions?" "Um... can you use other toys for anal too?" "Of course. It's just a bit safer to use one of these, since they've got fat ends, so it would be hard to accidentally end up in the emergency room because of one." I walked closer to the shelf, and picked up a rose box. I saw on the inside, a clear pink toy, that was pretty thin on the top, but had waves and gradually got thicker as you went down. The jelly also had something inside of it, and there was a black knob at the bottom. "Why does this one have something inside of it?" "Oh, that one vibrates." Just hearing the word 'vibrates' made me blush and put the box back down. "Don't worry, there's no need to be embarrassed." "I dunno. This is the first time that I'm doing something like this, so..." "I'll show you what else we have, and make some recommendations as we go, okay?" "That would really help." She let me over to another, different coloured shelf. After one close look at the boxes, I didn't need to ask what they were. "And over here, we've got the non-vibrating dildos. We have realistic ones, ribbed ones, jelly, silicone, cyberskin, glass... Any questions?" "Um... what's the best material?" "Well, for vaginal use, probably the jellies. With a nice, ten-inch, ribbed jelly dildo, you can really go to town." She smiled again, and picked up a box with a blue dildo; that of which she just described. "This is what I use when I don't feel like using a vibrator. Feels better than cock, that's for sure." "How much is it?" "Well, we're having a sale on some stuff in the store. If you buy this thing, you can get a major discount on anything else you buy. It's twenty-six dollars." I was a bit surprised that a piece of rubber would cost that much, but then again, I'd never bought anything like it. She placed the box on the front counter, and continued to lead me through the different toys. "And over here, we have butterflies and vibrating eggs. The butterflies, you put it on like a really thin g-string, and it vibrates right at your clit." I involuntarily blushed at the word again. "Is it good?" "I'd say so. I've got one, and I sometimes use it when using another vibrator. Since it's strapped on, you don't need to worry about it." She happily passes me the case, making me smile. I walked over to the main counter, and placed the box next to the other one. I began to feel less embarrassed to be there, and started opening up. "Now, I don't recommend any of the eggs that we sell here, so let's move onto the other vibes. We've got a lot of different kinds. This one here, for example, doesn't do much for my pussy or for any of the customers. But when I tried it in my ass, I loved it. I don't imagine that you know if you like anal or not, do you?" "No, I'm a virgin." "With a body like that, you've probably broken a few hearts. Not to mention the uncountable tissues that were sacrificed on your account." I laughed, and picked up another box. This one seemed to be bent at the end, and was covered in ridges. "Oooh, that's a good one. A nice G-Spot vibe." "I don't know what that is." "Imagine a button, that when you press it, the world goes away. You're in heaven if you hit it right." "Um... you don't mind if I buy a bunch of items, do you?" "Nope! And like I said, you get a discount because of that dildo, if you choose to buy it. Plus, I'm working off commission right now, and it's been a slow day." By the time Erin finished that sentence, she was wearing a joking grin, and leading me back to the till. I grabbed a long, jelly, bright pink vibrator, and tucked the package under my arm. Erin playfully rolled her eyes. "Oh, could you also pick me out your favourite anal toy?" "Ah, going for the back entrance too. Good choice, love that. Do you want vibrating or non-vibrating?" "Both." The two of us laughed, and she picked out a few more boxes. When she went back behind the counter, her face turned to a slightly serious tone. "Just remember to use lubrication for anal, and to clean everything before putting anything that was up your ass in your pussy." "Why? Why is that?" "Well, for the lube, you don't want to tear the sphincter, and for not quickly using it in both holes, you'll want to avoid an infection. Here's some lube, comes complimentary with the anal toys." Erin began to press buttons rapidly on the register, completely and utterly immersed in putting the order through. She didn't seem to be driven by money, just letting me have an experience that I'll never forget, to the end of my days. She paused though, before putting the order in. "Oh! I almost forgot. We gotta test the vibes to make sure that the motors work." She pulled each of them out of their cases, and threw double-A's into them. When she turned the knobs on each one, they sprung into life, jiggling, dancing, vibrating happily. It was an amazing thought to know that they'd be doing that, only inside of me, by the end of the day. "Erin, is there a way I can see how strong the vibrations are right here?" She gave a little laugh, and I immediately joined her, realizing what I'd said. "Well, I'd ask that you didn't start using them right here in the store, but if you want to see how strong they are, put the end of them to the tip of your nose. Should give you a pretty good idea." I took the first one, and pressed the head to my nose as Erin has said. The vibrations, even just from my nose, put me into a miniature state of bliss. I held the vibrator there for a few seconds, and then turned the quivering phallus off. Trying the other ones all had a similar effect, some more gentle than others. "Wow. That's just... amazing." "Going to be a big night?" "I think so." When Erin was done testing the vibrators, she took the vaginal and anal dildos out and examined them, seeming looking for cracks. When she finished, she put everything into a pink bubble-wrap. With mechanic efficiency and speed, she had wrapped everything, put them all in paper wrapping, and bagged them in inconspicuous grocery bags, She hit a few more buttons on the register, and smiled to me for the hundredth time to me today. "That comes to sixty-five forty." I handed her a few bills, and she quickly dealt with the transaction and returned me my change. "Thanks for your help, Erin." "No problem. I hope that I see you in here again, sweetie." And with that, she winked to me, and I walked out the door with half a dozen sex toys under my arm and a wide grin on my face. I began walking back to the bus stop, when I noticed the lingerie store again. "What the hell..." As soon as I opened the door, a moderate smell of French perfume hit me. While not an unpleasant smell, I wouldn't wear it myself, even if a bottle came free with my purchase. An unattractive, middle-aged woman, speaking on a phone waved to me for a moment as I stepped inside, and then continued her conversation. I immediately began looking around, looking for things that I liked. While that was my first trip to an adult store, buying myself underwear was nothing new. The fact that most of the merchandise was sexier and somewhat higher class lingerie than I was used to, there was little difference. When I turned my head to the left, I saw the most adorable lace boyshorts. I looked through the hangers until I found both turquoise and black sets of the matching boyshort and bras. As I threw them over my shoulder and began walking to the changing rooms, I saw some much more naughty underwear. I picked up a few g-strings, a lace thong, a string thong, and a micro thong. I went into the small room, giggling when I closed the door. I turned on the light, turned to the stool, which dropped all of the underwear onto. I began working on my belt and jeans, pulling them off and placing on the floor. As soon as they left my hands, I noticed that my panties were completely soaked in my own juices. Funny, that the smell of myself made me a little wetter. That'll have to wait for until I got home, I thought. I knew that you were supposed to try on the lingerie on top of your underwear for hygienic reasons, but with my soaked panties, I was pretty sure that it would be more sanitary just to take them off and clean myself. I took off my wet thong and rubbed my groin, cleaning off as much as I could. Amazingly, I managed to get clean enough that I could safely try on some of this new underwear. I tried on a pair of boyshorts first, not needing to try the other, since they were only different colours. When the sides of the panties reached my hips, I was amazed at how well they fit. And how they felt... I'll never be able to describe it. At the point that I turned to see myself in the full-height mirror, I noticed that they looked pretty good on me. The shorts wedged into my behind, enhancing the sort of feeling that I got when wearing a thong. I really saw why they called this particular kind a bootyshort. I tried on the matching bra, which amazingly, also fit perfectly. On My Way I knew that I'd have to buy these. I slipped out of the shorts and bra, putting them aside. I tried on the incredibly skimpy string thong, and was pleasantly surprised. I'd never worn this kind, but I liked them as much as the soaked one sitting in the corner. It looked extremely hot from behind, in the way the string crawled in-between my cheeks. I took them off and tried the rest, and had similar feelings. I placed them all into a pile, and started to put my panties back on, but I stopped. They were pretty wet... I might as well go without. I could always just stick them in my jeans for until I got home. I put my jeans back on, stuck the sopping wet thong into my pocket, picked up my bags in one hand and the lingerie in the other, and left the dressing room. I placed walked towards the front of the store. A few more potential buyers had begun walking around the store, some laughing with each other about the past week's events, some alone, simply picking up some lingerie. I walked to the front counter, seeing that the cashier was still holding a conversation on the store phone. She peered the underwear sitting on the counter, and then looked to me. "Sorry Bern, I gotta go." She put down the phone and looked a bit embarrassed, having made her customer wait. "I am SO sorry about that. I didn't see you there." "Don't worry about it. I didn't wait long." She began scanning the tags, causing the prices to appear on the screen. When they were all scanned, the total came to be about twice what I'd paid for the items in the grocery bag. I reached into my purse and handed her some money, but not worried, since I had spent little by comparison to what I'd had at the start. The woman bagged everything and thanked me for my business. I walked out the door towards the bus stop, wholly pleased with the day's shopping. Wait, I could always go grab a new skirt, and maybe some new jeans... But no, I should go home and... relax. I boarded the bus, only being able to think of what I would try first. I sat down by myself again and stared out the window, continuing in thought. The powerful vibrations from the bus starting up again made me let out a short moan. A few people in the seats ahead of mine turned to look, but turned back, knowing that there was nothing to see. My face felt hot due to what had just happened, and stayed that way thinking about each toy. Before I knew it, I had reached my stop. The walk home seemed like a dream. Almost as though I wasn't actually walking, but just magically moving along the sidewalk. When my key ended up inside the lock on my front door, I snapped out of my daze. I went inside, locked the door, and kicked off my shoes. I grabbed a large pack of batteries from a kitchen drawer, and ran up the stairs, locking my door behind me. I put my bag of lingerie on my chair by the computer, and the grocery bag on my bed. I overturned the bag and quickly began unwrapping each item. It was like Christmas, except that Santa probably would have stayed behind to watch me open the presents. It was like my birthday, except that I'd be having more fun by myself than with friends or family. Today was going to be MY day. And tonight. And tomorrow morning, afternoon, night, and so forth. I grinned widely as I automatically put batteries into each toy. When I had finished, I got up from sitting on the edge of the bed and began undoing my belt. I only just barely touched the crotch of the jeans when my fingers touched a damp spot. "Looks like I soaked these too." I chuckled and threw my jeans into the corner of my room. I pulled off my shirt and quickly undid my bra, also throwing them into the corner. I flopped onto my bed, completely nude, with juices slowly seeping out of my vagina. I put one finger into the glistening hole and dragged the tip along the inside. Gulping for air, I shuddered. I removed my finger and began strapping the butterfly to my crotch. After I made the straps comfortable, and got the vibrator to press against my clit, I held my breath and turned that wonderful, quivering, plastic insect on with the little remote that it came with. Nothing could have prepared me for what I felt as the remote dropped from my hand onto the bed. I was now moaning freely. My breaths came in short, quick gasps. I was writhing in waves of pleasure upon my bed, my legs constricting and opening again, my arms almost caressing the bed. My fingertips brushed against jelly before gasping the blue shaft tightly. Without even opening my eyes, I subconsciously eased the dildo into my vagina. There was much more than enough lubrication, but when I slowly pushed the dildo inwards, I felt each and every one of the ripples and ribs, dragging on the inside. I continued to moan louder and louder, the thrusts of the toy in my hand increasing in speed. Just as I thought that the experience couldn't feel any better, any more right, any more full, I passed some kind of barrier. A feeling that I'd never even dreamed of. Something so profound, that I couldn't explain how amazing the entire experience was if I were given all of eternity to find words to use. Fireworks went off everywhere in my body; for a moment, everywhere in my body had the same, extreme pleasure. And in the half minute that I paused the thrusting, I contemplated the feeling. I was interrupted though, by the same feeling, only greater. The sexual fervour remained there for what seemed like forever. When the hot waves of passion finally subsided, I was completely breathless and drenched in sweat. I collapsed onto my bed, breathing heavily. I'd never felt anything even remotely like that, nor was I sure if I ever would again. The entire experience seemed too amazing to be repeated or bested. I slowly began pulling the dildo out of my vagina. All but about three inches were wet with my juices. I got up, careful not to knock anything off of the bed, and began walking to my little bathroom with toy in hand. I didn't think that I'd get that wet, ever. I began washing off the blue dildo in the sink. When all of the vaginal fluids had been washed off, I grabbed a towel and started to wipe down my bed. When I was satisfied that most of my juices had been cleaned off of my legs and vagina, the towel had an odd redolence to it. I took the dirty towel, my jeans and everything else, and put them in my laundry hamper. I picked up all of the wonderful little toys off of my bed, and put them onto my desk. Realizing that I'd forgotten something, I tittered quietly and carefully removed my butterfly. I climbed back into bed, and pulled a cover over my naked body. An orgasm like that really tires a girl out. I gently and tenderly rubbed my clitoris as I slowly allowed sleep to take me over. A soft smile touched my lips, and I lulled myself to sleep. I could hear myself whispering just before I left my consciousness. "Going to be a long week..." On My Way Home Thinking about the night before, as I sit in my office, a smile crosses my face and I start absentmindedly doodling on a notepad. This week has been hell here, I think to myself as I glance over at the stack of papers sitting on my desk. It is already 7pm, I should have been home 3 hours ago, but the work won't do itself. The phone rings and I am pulled back to reality. "You're not home yet." I hear your voice and my heart melts immediately. "I know, baby boy, I'm sorry. There is just so much work, I am almost on my way ho..." but before I can finish my sentence, I see you standing in my door with a picnic basket and your cell phone pressed to your ear. "I have to go", I whisper into the phone and smile at you as I hang the phone up. "Me too, I have a date..." you say into your phone, even though I've hung up already. I lean back in my chair and swivel around, smiling at you. "Baby, what are you doing here? You know I have so much work to do." But I can't even pretend to be upset with you; the smile on my face is not to be wiped off. "Since you didn't come home for dinner, I thought I'd bring dinner to you." You walk in and place the basket on my desk, walking around it to me, you sit down on my desk in front of me. I stand up and wrap my arms around your neck, kissing you softly and looking into your eyes in between each kiss. "Hi, angel" I smile at you, running my hand down your cheek. "Hi, beautiful", you whisper back at me and finally wrap your arms around my waist, too. I reach for the basket, not realizing how hungry I was until you just walked and reminded me that I haven't eaten yet. But as I lift the lid, I see that this is no usual dinner- again. A bottle of your favorite wine and a French baguette are in the basket, along with some fruits. "God, you spoil me, baby" I smile at you and you tighten your grip around my waist. "Don't worry, I didn't come here just to feed you. I can't get last night out of my head, and you ran off to the office this morning so fast I didn't even get to kiss my girl." I leave the basket and turn around now, looking into your eyes. My forehead leans against yours and I lift my head up to press my warm lips gently to yours. Slowly I feel your mouth open and my tongue slides in past your lips easily, kissing you a bit harder now, gaining energy from your lips. "I know, I'm sorry I ran off so fast." I smile once more but you stop me from talking as I feel your hand on the back of my neck pulling me back into your warm lips and sharing another passionate kiss with me. I moan out softly, lost in the moment, but then remember where we are and why I am still here. "Ba...mmm... baby, I have to fin..." but you don't let me speak again, wrapping your arms around me and devouring my lips with yours. Our tongues intertwined with one another, you tease me mercilessly and my heart begins to race. I feel your hands under my butt suddenly as you lift me up and sit me on my desk, and press yourself forward so that you're now standing between my legs. I break the kiss for a moment and stare into your eyes. "You didn't come here to feed me dinner, did you baby?" You smile at me devilishly and whisper back, "What do you think, beautiful?" "I didn't think so." I lean forward again and our lips lock once more. You push back on me with your body and kiss me hard again, pushing me backwards gently with your arm behind my back until I find myself lying on my desk. You are propped up on your hands and your upper body is above mine as your lips now devour my neck and you hear me gasp for air and moan your name. My hand instinctively start roaming through your hair and down your back, until my fingers find their way to the front and the buttons on your shirt start to come undone under them. One by one, I push them open and sitting up, I tear the shirt off your chest and down your arms, until it is on the floor beside my desk. Suddenly I realize we are in my office and a tiny look of panic crosses my face. You look into my eyes and whisper "Don't worry, baby girl, I checked- no one is here and I locked your office door, just in case." I don't even bother answering you, all my fears having left my mind and body I just wrap my arms and legs around you and hungrily, with the most passion, start kissing you hard until I hear you groan and feel the vibration of your lips on my tongue. Slowly I feel your hands moving to my blouse, too, and your long lean fingers start to undo my shirt. Wanting you so bad, and in the heat of the moment I push your hands away and rip my shirt open, buttons popping off and flying across my desk. You grin at me, surprised at this, "Wow... am I excited for this or what?" Your hungry hands move up my tummy and with a sudden move you cup my breasts through my push-up bra. I growl quietly as I feel your hands on my skin and my nipples grow instantly hard in your palms. I can tell you are getting excited as well, as the bulge in your pants doesn't leave much to the imagination. I tug at your waist and pull your belt out, letting it as well fall to the ground where your shirt is. To my surprise, and excitement, as I finally rip your pants open I realize you "forgot" to wear your briefs again. I smile at you and you give me a teasing puppy face. "Oops, I think I may have forgotten something after my shower." "Forgotten? Yeah, right, tiger!" You can tell I am very happy about your forgetfulness as I push your pants down and make you step out of your pants. I slide off my desk now and push you backwards until you find yourself sitting in my leather chair, naked. My top somewhere on my desk, I am still in my bra and skirt, my high heeled pumps on my feet as well. I lean forward with my breasts almost dangling in your face, and kiss you hard once more. Kissing your lips and neck, I move my way down slowly, dragging my tongue down your chest to your tummy until I find myself kneeling in front of you. "What are you doing, baby? I brought you dinner, remember?" I place my finger on your lips and whisper to you to shush, "It is my turn now, baby boy." I hear you gasp as you look down on me, kneeling between your spread legs, my face just inches from you and you can not only feel, but also see how hard and excited you are for me. My fingers wrap around you, and I feel the pulsating and throbbing in my hand. I lick my lips teasingly, looking into your eyes, then lower my lips until the tip of my tongue touches your head. You jerk in your seat as the electrifying feeling shoots through your body. Like a lollypop, I play with your head, licking it and sucking it into my mouth, where my tongue plays with it even more. I let my fingers help me out, as I start to stroke you slowly and you moan to me how good I feel on you. I close my eyes now and suck you into my mouth as far as I can. You growl "Mmm, baby, you are so damn good." Looking up at you with my big brown eyes, I notice that your head is now tilted back and your hands are gripping the armrests of my chair. To catch your attention, I teasingly let my teeth graze across the tip of your member and you jerk up in your seat. I smile at you, and continue lusciously enjoying my treat. Not before long I feel your hand in my hair as you start to play with it, all the while moaning my name and whispering how good this feels. I feel you starting to tense up and I start sucking on you harder. You are throbbing in my mouth and your breathing becomes more rapid. "Oh god baby... you tease me so... mmm... so much..." I stare up into your eyes and continue to taste you until you buck your hips forward and instantly I feel your sweet juices hit my tongue. I don't stop teasing you until your hips slow down and you, still completely hard, slide slowly out of my mouth, trying to catch your breath. I sit up and smile at you, licking up the last drop that is glistening on the tip, before I get back up and sit down on the edge of my desk, leaning down, with my arms resting on the chair, and kiss you softly. You can taste a drop of yourself on my lips and you moan into my mouth as your tongue slides past them into my hot awaiting mouth. You have finally regained enough strength to stand up as you keep kissing me. You grab my arms and push me back onto the desk, ripping at the fabric of my bra with your teeth until you pull it off me completely. I try to move under you, to feel your tongue all over me, but your strong grip keeps my arms pinned down above my head as you trace your wet lips all over my skin, purposely avoiding the nipples. You look up at me and I whisper "Stop teasing me baby, you know how bad I want you." Before I finish saying this, a sharp moan escapes my lips as I feel your teeth biting my nipple and tugging at it. You slowly start to release your grip on my arms and I don't bother trying to move them. You hike my skirt up to my waist and with your long fingers remove my stockings slowly. You are now sitting back in the chair, my feet resting on the edge of it. You don't take my silk thong off, but instead pull it to the side and teasingly slide your finger up and down the crease. I close my eyes and hold my breath, anticipating your next move. I feel your hand move away from my crease as you bring your fingers up towards my face and trace the moist fingertip along my lips for me to get a taste of myself. I moan seductively and suck your finger into my mouth, licking the sweet honey with my tongue and letting it linger in my mouth to savor the taste. But my lips part once again and I gasp as I feel your experienced tongue slide between my lips. I buck my hips but you hold me down, pressing your face deeper into me and making me moan your name over and over. You can feel my juices starting to flow onto your tongue and this just encourages you to add fuel to the fire as you shift around so that your tongue is now teasing my clit and two of your fingers find their seductive way into my warm center. Within minutes you have me writhing on my desk, going faster and slowing down in a precise rhythm. Before I know it, an intense orgasm starts to shake my entire body. Just as I am about to catch my breath and open my eyes, I see your face hovering above me. You lean down, kiss me passionately on the lips and whisper "Watch out, baby girl" as you plunge deep into me and pull me up at the same time so that now I am sitting up, facing you, with my legs instinctually wrapped up around your waist for leverage. Devouring my neck with your lips and constantly returning to my lips to bite and tug at them, you continue to frantically thrust into me, sitting on the edge of my desk, watching us in the reflective glass of the picture framed behind my chair. Seeing us intertwined like that, a pile of arms, legs, sweat covered backs and heaving chests is all that it took to make me scream "I'm coming for you, baby". It took a second to register that you moaned the exact same thing at the exact same time. Our bodies stiffen at the same time and we stare into each others' eyes in ecstasy. For what seems like an eternity, our bodies are one and are both copying one another in the shared orgasm they caused each other. Finally we both exhale sharply and collapse back on my desk. Kissing me softly now as I am still trying to catch my breath, you look me over and smile devilishly: "Still have a lot of work left?" I run my fingers through your hair and smile back at you, exhausted. "I think I am done here for the night." I feel your hands wrap around me, lift me up, and with just my skirt hiked up, carry me out through the deserted building to the car, on our way home. On My Way Home My name is Becky. I am 5'6" tall and about 165 lbs. I know I'm a little overweight but most of that weight is in my over-sized tits. I wear an "F" cup if that helps you any. I have a long drive home after work everyday and usually fill the time by lightly rubbing my pussy while making the drive. Just the other day I discovered that wasn't enough. I have been very busy at work and have not made the time to masturbate in at least 2 weeks. I haven't had sex in months since I broke up with my boyfriend for being a dick. I was feeling very horny all day and was really having a hard time concentrating at work. As soon as it was time to leave for the day, I went into the rest room and removed my panties and placed them in my purse. I was already wet and couldn't wait to get to the car. I hadn't even made it out of the parking lot when I started rubbing my lips under my skirt. I was so wet that it was starting to puddle on my leather seats. Not even 2 blocks down the road I was sitting at a red light when I heard some guy whistle. I didn't even notice the truck had pulled up in the right lane next to me. I was surprised so I pulled my hand out from under my skirt and looked at him. Though I was embarrassed, the look on his face drove me to orgasm. I don't think he even realized what was happening as he just pulled away while I was cumming, giving a quick honk of the horn. By now I had realized that being caught was what made me cum and I wanted more. My seat was now soaked with my fresh pussy juice and I was even more horny than before. In my mind I was already planning how to get more guys to watch me and how to show them more. I got on the highway to continue my commute. As soon as I was able I got into the left lane and unbuttoned 3 more buttons on my shirt. It was now open just below my tits, nearly exposing my bra. I was starting to finger my pussy again when I saw a pickup truck pass me and quickly slam on his brakes to slow down again. As he got next to me I could feel the excitement growing. He matched my speed and kept watching my breasts nearly on full display. With my hand under my skirt I knew he couldn't see me fingering but I'm sure he knew what I was doing. He seemed fascinated by my tits so I reached up and ripped the remaining buttons open on my blouse. The only thing covering my tits now was my black lace bra which he seemed to approve of as he nearly ran off the road. He motioned for me to pull over but I shook my head no. He seemed disappointed but didn't leave my side. As the next exit approached I quickly slowed behind him and shot off the highway. I knew I'd never see him again as the next exit was almost 7 miles further. By this time, my body was on fire, my pussy was the wettest it had ever been. I was shaking out of control but I still wanted more. I pulled into the parking lot of a local department store and parked because I knew I couldn't drive any more. I took a moment to look at myself and what I had done. My blouse was missing all but one button, I had no idea where my panties were, and my skirt was soaked. I parked as far from the store as possible and was planning on fingering myself until I came but quickly realized that I wanted someone to watch. I fastened the one button on my blouse, right in front of my tits. It strained holding me in. I also straightened my skirt and got out of the car. I started walking towards the store when I noticed a convertible parked a couple of rows over with three guys in it. I walked over to the cart return in the parking lot which was two rows behind the convertible. As I reached for a cart the last button on my blouse flew off exposing my bra covered rack. I didn't know if anyone was watching but when I felt the air on my exposed skin I nearly came again. I knew I couldn't go in the store now. I position myself between two cars in the row directly behind the convertible of guys. I left my open blouse on but tore off my bra. I have never seen my nipples this hard. I began rubbing my nipples with one hand while the other hand found its way to my dripping cunt. I couldn't keep my skirt out of the way so I just pulled it off. I was biting and licking my nipples and finger fucking my cunt. I felt the wave come over my body and knew I was close again. I opened my eyes for a second and saw the guys from the convertible standing around me. All of them had their cocks out and were stroking them fast. Just that sight sent me over the edge. I came so hard that I actually think I had three or four orgasms back to back. After I finished, I took off my blouse and walked back to my car completely naked flashing a smile at the guys who had watched me. I got in the car and sped off not wanting to be followed. I had left my skirt and blouse laying in that parking lot and now had to drive home completely nude. I must have cum 20 times before I got home. I have now discovered I like to be watched and can't wait for the drive home tomorrow. On My Way Home This story took place a couple of months past my 18th birthday, back when I was still staying at my hostel. I used to come home every Sunday using the Institute's Bus service that left the hostel grounds at 4:30am. I had never missed this bus until that day when I forgot to set up my alarm. To all futility, I woke up at exactly 4:30am to find that there'd be no way I'd be making that bus. Staying in the hostel was not an alternative. I had a meet with my friends on the same day and I didn't want to miss it at any cost, so I got dressed, took my bag of clothes, which was mostly filled with dirty clothes that I took home to wash, and proceeded to the gate. Our hostel was on a secluded part of land within a creek. It would take an hour to get from the hostel gate to the main highway by any means of transport and most of this time would be spent on a crude road without streetlights or pedestrians. It was also hard to get transport. Public transport used to leave once every two hours and the next one was scheduled for 6am which was too long a wait. Luckily, I noticed another guy from our hostel waiting at the side of the street. It seemed like he knew a way out of there. I asked him details and he told me that he had called for a rickshaw. I felt relieved and decided to get to the highway with him. We both waited at the side of the street. He was staring off into oblivion, listening to music on his iPod. That's when I figured that I ought to do the same. I plugged in my headphones and connected it to my cell phone for the tunes to start playing automatically. Not long after, my saviour's rickshaw arrived. I looked like it could seat 6 persons, including the driver, but 3 of those slots were already taken. One by the driver, of course, and the other two by these old village ladies. The guy got in front and sat next to the driver. He signalled for me to get in the back with the two women... I did, without second thought and not a second later, the journey began. The road was bad. It was full of potholes that made our tiny vehicle jump and bang, every time it drove over one. I had my bag on my lap and it would jump and bounce along with everything else around me. I stopped taking notice of it later on though, lost in my music. We stopped in between to pick up a man who got seated with the driver in front. Now we were fully loaded. Another five minutes later, we stopped at a small village intersection and the two old ladies, having reached their destination, got out. But almost exactly then, two men got in. That too, in such a way that I got sandwiched between them. This got me worried immediately. I turned to the guy from my institute but he seemed busy with his iPod. I even nudged him a couple of times but he didn't notice. So I decided to let it be. I looked at the two men. One of them was old with greying hair, skinny; he had a handbag on his lap and was looking out the window to his left. The guy on my right was a youngster. Probably my age, though not as well off. He had his spine bent forward and looking out the window, to his right. I was in between, awkwardly sitting between them, wondering whether I should rest my back on the seat on not. And then I realized that I could. If anything happened, I could always scream for help. So I leaned back and kept to myself and my music. We were 15 minutes into the journey. Five minutes later, I could feel something brushing on my left thigh. I couldn't see it coz the rickshaw was awfully dark and my bag was in the way. I didn't pay it much heed. It was probably a mistake, I thought, since it was the old man, after all. Few minutes later, though, the rubbing started getting a bit more intense and that's when I realized that it was no mistake. I was being felt by the old man, who was innocently staring out the left window like nothing was happening. Now I was wearing my hostel uniform since the gate guards required all students passing through the gate to be appropriately dressed. This meant that I was wearing a knee length skirt and a short sleeve top. He was rubbing me over the fabric of my thigh, slowly pulling the hem back, with every stroke, ever so perfectly, like a professional. My hands were gripping my bag, but I decided that I'd better use it to shield my thighs. I lowered my left arm to my thigh and tried to push his intruding hand away. He was feeling me lightly with the back of his palm and immediately noticed it when my arm got in the way. To this, he started rubbing his hand on the skin of my arm! And longer strokes now. He was rubbing my across my elbow, almost all the way to my sleeve. I was afraid he'd put his arm on my breast or up my collar next, so I pulled my hand out and placed it on my bag again. This left my thigh open for his exploration. I then decided that I could push my bag towards him so that he isn't able to reach my thigh. But thanks to a pothole, the rickshaw jumped and so did my bag. The next thing I knew, his palm was on the lower end of my thigh, on my bare skin, with my bag on top of it. Now I was getting really uncomfortable. I tried looking at my acquaintance but, I think he was asleep. The other guy sitting in the front, along with the driver and the driver himself, looked like people I wouldn't want to call for help. They looked a lot scarier than this old man. The boy to my right didn't seem a good idea either. I couldn't see why he wouldn't just join in on the action. So I sat tight, trying to push my bag down on his hand so hard so that he wouldn't be able to move it... And he couldn't. His hand couldn't move. But his fingers could. Like little worms, his fingers probed my bare skin. They we certainly bolder than his previous advances. Now, he knew I was well aware and helpless. He had me right where he wanted me. And I could feel myself getting wet at well. I was getting excited. My nipples were undoubtedly getting stiff. My heart had been pumping twice as fast ever since these men got in. With his hand on my thigh, I was getting frantic. I was so confused and numb. A part of me just wanted it to be over. Another part of me wanted to press something against my poor hole down there that was going crazy. I didn't even notice that his hand had already wiggled its way up towards my waist, pulling my skirt back with it. I couldn't even concentrate enough to push my bag down on his hand. My own hands were somewhat petrified. His fingers reached the hem of my underwear. I could bet that he could feel the dampness right off the bat. I kept looking at him with the corner of my eye but he seemed indifferent to the whole situation. He was looking out the window like there was a parade marching outside. While, inside, his hand was marching towards my most private part. No one else had even noticed that something like this was happening. Was it really even happening? His fingers had reached my panties. They were wiggling around, driving me crazy. At times when the rickshaw would bounce, I'd let out a silent, muffled moan that would get covered by the sound of the clunky metal to metal noises coming from the vehicle. With every bounce, he'd get bolder too. Finally, he had his hand right between my thighs, probing my crotch, looking for my intimate parts. He instinctively followed the damp fabric straight to my clit and them my lips. The moment I was touched there, I nervously squeezed my thighs together. This only squeezed his hand, which in-turn thrust his fingers against my hole. It felt good. It felt very good. I was slowly getting pulled into ecstasy. My body had never felt this way before. Never had I been touched down in my private spots by anyone but myself. I'd squeeze my thighs together, just to feel him on my vagina. He hadn't gotten under my panties yet. It had been a good ten minutes since he started fingering me, when I decided to get naughty as well. Thoughts and scenarios started playing in my mind. I didn't know how far this would go. There was another half hour remaining on this ride, but what after that? What if he dragged me somewhere and raped me, now that I was showing consent. What if it took a turn for the ugly? Just thinking about it was making me even hornier. Now, I was at the brink of hoping that he'd do something bolder. I wasn't sure if I wanted to lose my virginity like this but I did want him to keep going. I turned my head to him. He kept looking away, while his hand performed its magic down south. I wondered how had his member would have become by now. He had his handbag on his crotch so I couldn't see. This reminded me of my own bag. I pushed it forward to the edge of my thighs, towards my knees so that he could have his space and I could see the silhouette of the arm fingering me in the dark. His arm was very close to my left tit. So I leaned towards him to push my breast into it. I started pushing my left tit into his elbow. My nipples were probably as hard as can be, but they couldn't be seen through my bra, or else, he could even probably feel them. I was hoping he'd use his free hand to cup my breasts and I was ready to pull it and place them on me, but it was all the way on his other side. I did something else, though. I yanked on his naughty right arm and leaned closer to him so that his arm passed straight between my breasts. Now, he was a lot closer to me. I could even smell him now that his neck and shoulder were inches from my face. I'd gripping on to his arm every time he'd push against my clit, squeezing my thighs together and my breasts too. I wanted him to pull the gusset of my panties away and feel my bare skin again. So I finally sent my own right hand down to help him with it. His hand didn't even seem to care that it had company. He kept going, savouring his time with my cunt. I spread my legs a bit, hooked the hem of my panties and pulled them to one side. With the floodgates open, his fingers were quick to rush in. They were on my gash, flicking my clit, running along my lips, jabbing against my hole. It was driving me crazy; I had literally forgotten about the 4 other men in the vehicle with me. But they had no way of noticing either. I had realized that the centre mirror had been broken, so that ruled out the driver. My bag effectively shielded the rest. Now all that I could think about was how I could make it even more interesting. I kept wishing that the rest of them would all disappear so that he could have his way with me but even if everyone did, I knew that the guy from the hostel would be with me until the last stop. I pulled him a bit closer so that his ear was right by my face. His sweaty scent vibrantly filled my nose and senses. He was driving me insane. Down below, I opened up my thighs some more so that he had enough room to finger fuck me and I was right in doing so. He intensified his probing until I had the first orgasm of the morning. I bit on my wrist to make sure I didn't moan. When I settled down, he eased his movements as well... And to my surprise, he withdrew his hand. It was dripping wet and this was clearly visible. But he took it straight to his mouth and began suckling on it. He was sucking my juices out of his hands. Certainly the boldest action he had performed with his face, at least, and I found this very arousing. I wanted him to look at me when he fingered me, but he'd act as if nothing was happening, even if he was having full approval now. I started fingering myself looking at him lick on his fingers and then, when my fingers were all wet with discharge, I raised it too his face. I waited for him to move his own hand and accept mine, but he didn't. I waited some more, but he didn't entertain me at all. This really annoyed me. And so, I decided to do something really drastic. The boy sitting to my right was leaning forward, with his elbows on his knees. His head was facing down and I was sure that he was asleep. He looked like a local. All he was wearing was a flimsy tank top and an old discoloured pair of pants. He looked rather pale and harmless so I thought he'd be submissive enough to satisfy what the old man was not willing to indulge in. The old man's hand returned to my pussy after a while. He still wouldn't touch my hand, so I gave up and instead, made my move on the boy. Just like the old man had enticed me, I placed my hand on his left thigh and began brushing him gently. It seemed he was still unaware, so I impatiently moved straight to his crotch. He still didn't notice my hand playing around the top of his waist. I'd have to go lower but his most sensitive spot was shut between his thighs. I'd have to force myself on to it. I didn't think twice. I was too horny. The old man had started probing me like was so good at. I pushed my hand between his thighs and against what I felt was his limp cock. This caught his attention and he reacted by leaning back, in surprise. Now I could see his face and he could see my hand between his legs, all too clearly. For a moment he looked confused. I figured he'd understand when he saw the old man's hand under my skirt, but instead, the old man had taken back his hand the minute the boy leaned back on to the seat. I didn't stop, though. I didn't make eye contact with him but I had a smile on my face. I was looking at his pants. I could feel him stiffening. I then yanked on his zipper and he took the hint and opened it up for me. My right hand rushed into his pants like a snake looking for its prey. It didn't have to look far. He didn't have any underwear on, so I was immediately entangled in his pubic hair, but after a bit of clawing, I found his slowly stiffening cock, that gave a mighty twitch the moment I touched it. It was moist and sticky, from sweat. He sure didn't look like he had bathed... But neither had I, so who was I to judge. As bold as my actions were, this was the first time I had actually touched a penis. I had seen pictures and watched a few porno flicks but this was my first penis. It was soft and yet getting hard. It felt amazing to touch. It slowly grew longer than what would fit in my hand. I'd say he was five inches tops, but I didn't mind at all. He shifted in his seat so that his cock could be pulled out of the zipper. And that's what I did. I was dying to look at it. Despite the darkness, I could make out that it was brown. Five inches was just about right. As I pulled the skin back, the top portion came out from under to expose its mushroom-like head. He sat back motionless, looking at my hand pleasuring him slowly and curiously. I squeezed it a little and watched him squirm. It was really cute. The three men ahead were still unaware and this certainly added thrill because now, there wasn't anything to block the view of his cock. I had my back, but this boy was out in the open. I was careful enough to be gentle. I didn't want him to make any sounds. I slowly pumped his member until it started oozing this sticky liquid. Before long, his entire dick was coated in it, as was my right hand. My left hand, couldn't resist taking the place of the old man's hand at my pussy. He didn't seem like he wanted to be involved anymore, now that I had dragged this boy into it. They probably were regular commuters, which is why he was being nervous. I didn't care though. I wanted the old man to play with me and if he wasn't willing on doing things my way, maybe a tinge of jealous might change his mind. I knew he was observing with the edge of his eye and I was loving this. I just had to take things further. I coated my index finger with a drop of his sticky liquid and put it straight in my mouth. Next, I let him taste the fingers I was using to pleasure my own pussy. I was still so wet. He took two fingers into his mouth deep. I almost giggled at how naughty this felt, especially since the old man was watching the whole thing. I took his left hand and guided it straight onto my gash. His fingers came to life immediately when they felt my wet pussy. And just like I was did with the old man, I pulled his hand closer and sandwiched it between my breasts. His expression was priceless and it felt great being appreciated. I gave one glance at the old man, whose gaze had now shifted to the right. He was facing forward now, while obviously watching the boy finger me. Finally, for once the boy took initiative. He lifted his right hand and placed it on my right breast. This almost made me want to kiss him right there. I gave him the widest smile and lifted both my hands to slip them under my uniform so that I could unhook my bra. When I did, I pulled my bra out of my uniform and placed it on the boy's lap. Now my chest was bare and he could feel my hard nipples straight through my uniform. Now that my breasts were free, they would bounce every time we hit a pothole. It was exciting. The boy was enjoying himself as well. I sat back and continued playing with his dick. I pumped it slowly. It was so warm, stiff and sticky. I had seen girls giving blowjobs in pornos. But I couldn't do that here coz then I'd have to come out from behind my bag and I feared that the driver would notice it, despite the darkness. I thought, maybe I could let him suckle on my nipples, but didn't try it thinking it would probably alert the driver. I thought I could take off my panties and watch him sniff and lick them. But it would be hard to remove them with my bag on my lap. Besides, we were almost at the end of the trip. That's when I realized what exactly I was carrying in my bag; none other than my dirty laundry. I opened it and dug around with my hands to find the panties I had worn yesterday. And when I felt something damp, I knew it had to be them. White cotton panties. Full cut, complete with a yellowy stain on the gusset. I had spent the entire day yesterday practising volleyball so this pair was probably rich with my essence and odours. I didn't hesitate at all. I took my white panties and held the crotch under his nose. At first, he drew backwards, having sniffed the pungent odour from my pussy oven but then he returned and gave in to his ecstasy. He didn't disappoint me at all. He sniffed me right out of that pair and tasted the stain like a naughty little boy. I was so happy with him that I leaned towards him and gave him a little peck on his bare shoulder. He looked at me. I smiled at him. I wanted to kiss him. I could see that he wanted to as well. He leaned down towards me slowly and we kissed each other on the lips. It felt oddly intimate. There was no tongue. It was just an honest kiss and I had never had one that felt this good. A few seconds later, we leaned back into our seats. I covered his cock with my panties and started jerking him off. This time, I wanted his milk. At the same time, started getting wilder down in my private spot as well. A few seconds later, an orgasm came upon me as her squirted his sperm into my dirty panties. This time was even stronger than the last. I was almost about to pass out and I believed he was as well. His cock started settling down after that. Him too. He let go and returned to his original position. I adjusted my panties and my skirt and put my panties and bra into my bag. We were almost at the highway. I looked at the old man now, who was looking at me, with the corner of his eye. I gave him a little wink and kissed his shoulder. Then I moved myself closer and whispered in his ear. "Did you like the show?" He didn't answer. It made me giggle. I leaned back towards the boy and rested my head on his shoulder. Soon, the rickshaw stopped and it was time to get off. The driver woke up the other two guys and we cleared the auto. I paid the driver a little extra and thanked him for the ride. He smiled back. I turned back and found that the old man had gone. The only people there were the boy and the guy from my hostel. I walked to the guy and ignored my little lover. He didn't say a thing. I didn't look back to see if he was waiting. The two of us caught a bus from the nearby station and went our separate ways. On My Way, I Was The Party We had been on our way to a party. My husband and I were all dressed up, when the car just suddenly stopped. Matt got out of the car, to check under the hood. He came back a said that everything appeared fine, the motor was running, but the car just wouldn't go. We decided that Matt would try to hitchhike into town for help, and I would wait for him in the car. It was a hot sticky night, and my makeup and hair would surely be ruined if I went with him. While I waited in the car, I turned on the A/C, I might as well be comfortable. I grabbed a romance novel from the glove box and settled in to wait. Just as Lance was about to ravage Miss Clayburgh in the castle, someone knocked on the window of the car. I nearly jumped out of my skin, and screamed out. When I looked out the window, I saw a young man, who looked just as scared as me. I rolled down my window cautiously and asked him if he had been sent by my husband. "No ma'am, I just noticed you broken down here, and wondered if you needed any help" "Well, do you know about cars?" I asked. "My friends and I are studying Auto Shop at the college. We just finished our mid-term exam," he replied beaming with confidence. It was then that I noticed three other young men standing behind and around my good Samaritan. They seemed to be a nice looking bunch, not the regular grease monkey type. "We can check things out if you like, ma'am." He seemed eager to help. I thought that he couldn't do any harm. Just to be safe, I wrote down the license number of the van they were driving in my novel, Lance and Miss Clayburgh would have to wait. I stepped out of the car, to let them have the driver seat. It was at that exact instant that I realized that I was still in my party outfit. High heels, slinky red dress, too much make-up, and no underwear (didn't want any panty lines). Just as I took my first step, my heel caught on the gravel and my ankle was twisted. Just before I hit the ground, four big hands shot out to catch me, two around my waist, and two at my shoulders. "Careful ma'am, the ground is a little uneven right here," my good Samaritan was also a good catch. "Boy, do you ever smell nice, ma'am," the other pair of hands said. "Please," I said, "Call me Marcie. My name is Marcie, and I'm not that old that you need to call me ma'am" "Sorry ma'am, I mean Marcie said my friend, my name is Huck" "And I'm Beaver," said the other hands. "And we're Tom and Stink" came another voice. "Well, I'm pleased to meet you all," I replied, trying to stand up straight. "Now then, how about that car." I was trying to move them forward on fixing my car, but they seemed to be just standing around staring at me. They had the look of hungry dogs, and I was a juicy T-bone. "Sorry Marcie, but we haven't ever seen anything so pretty as you, except in the magazines. Are you from Hollywood?" Huck was obviously the leader of group. He was doing all the talking. "I am truly flattered by all your attention." I said as I moved around to the front of the car. "Now can we just see what's under the hood, please" Just then all the young men gave a sudden gasp as if they had seen a ghost. Quickly, I turned to see them, only to realize that I had walked between them and the headlights of the car. They could see everything through the thin material of my dress. A split second later, I felt a hand gently touch my shoulder, then another on my waist, then another on the outside of my thigh. "Just a minute now boys, my husband will be back any second now, and he won't appreciate all this attention," I was now backed up against the front of the car and I could feel the warmth and vibration of the motor on my rear. Beads of sweat were forming between my breasts and running down my belly. My hair, which I had so carefully put up earlier was starting to fall out of position and stick to the back of my neck. The boys were all around me now, surrounding me. I tried to push past them, but my way was blocked. Hands grabbed my wrists and gently but firmly held them in place. More hands now, touched me, exploring my body like it was a grand buffet. I felt the boys touching me all over. My dress was sticking to me like a wet T-shirt, as they continued to play with my body. From behind, I heard the sound of a switchblade knife, clicking open. Great, I thought, I will be raped and murdered on this lonely road while my husband is fetching a tow truck. Just as I was about to scream and start kicking to escape, one of the straps on my dress was cut, then the other. Instinctively my hands shot up to my chest to keep my dress from falling off, but they were held tight. The top of my dress peeled away from my sweaty skin ever so slowly, and I felt the cool night air on my chest, breasts and then my trim belly. My nipples were instantly hard, betraying me to these rough men. Just as quickly, I felt more hands on my girls. I was being squeezed, rubbed and pinched by all four of these guys. I was speechless, my body went limp, and I felt as if I were dreaming. Matt and I had often shared fantasies during our years of lovemaking, and I was now in the middle of one of mine. My hands and arms relaxed now and reached out to touch the faces of the men. Huck had a smooth baby face, Beaver had a trim beard, and the others, Tom and Stink were too far away to reach. I closed my eyes so that I could feel the boys hands better. At that moment, I felt myself being lifted onto my back onto the hood of the car. My dress was long gone, and my legs were being pulled apart by so many hands, I was powerless to resist. Soon, my pussy was being explored. The boys were poking me with their fingers and their tongues , rubbing my lips, and tweaking my clit. "My husband...." I tried to say .."..is the one who sent us," replied Huck. "He wanted you to have the best birthday present he could give you. We are here to please you and tease you. There is nothing wrong with your car. Just relax and enjoy." I was in heaven. These four good looking young hunks carried me to the van they were driving, my legs were too wobbly to walk on. As I was put into the van, I noticed that the back of the van was equipped with a giant bed, and surrounded with sex toys, vibrators, dildos, fur whips, silk scarves and other things I didn't recognize. Quickly, I was put on my hands and knees, and I felt a hard cock enter me from behind. As I turned my head to see who it was, another cock was presented to my mouth and a hand grabbed the hair at the back of my head. Suddenly I was being fucked from behind while I sucked another cock. The boys were all naked now, and the ones that weren't fucking me were grabbing my tits, or my ass, or whatever else they wanted. I felt a vibrator touch my butt hole, and I heard myself moan in pleasure. Beaver was playing butt hole doctor with the vibrator in my ass, and soon I felt myself coming. My first orgasm hit me like a huge wave, and I was soon washed away in ecstasy. Huck's cock, in my cunt was getting very hard and I knew that he was about to blow. "Your cunt is so fucking tight and hot!" Huck was on the knife edge now, and I wiggled my ass to push him over. I sucked hard on Tom's rod which was pumping in and out of my mouth rapidly now. Tom and Huck, came together, grunting with pleasure and filling me with their spunk. Huck pulled out of my pussy and gave my ass a spanking which I'm sure left a hand print. Tom's cock was still in my mouth, and I washed it with my tongue as best I could. I looked up at his face, and the smile told me everything I needed to know. When I saw Stink's monster dick come towards me I knew why they called him Stink. No woman could take that big a cock without raising a stink about it. Stink laid down on his back, and motioned for me to climb aboard his love rocket. I moved myself above him, and slowly wiggled my way onto him. I felt so full, I just sat there for a while, enjoying the feeling. Stink said he was ready to go by shoving his hips upward. I leaned forward to kiss him as I moved my body up and down his rod. His hands instantly shot up to my boobs. It felt good to have him rubbing my tits while I rode him. I told Beaver to get his cock in my mouth, and he obliged me. He stood over Stink with his legs spread out. He told me to lick his balls first and to play with his rod with my hands. I grabbed his ass and he pulled his crotch right into my face. I could smell his sweat, and his balls were salty tasting. When he was ready, he shoved his dick into my mouth. He grabbed my hair and started to fuck my face, just like he fucked my ass with the vibrator. It was hard to hold onto his dick, because I was still bouncing on Stink's root, but I held on. Stink came like a freight train, snorting and puffing, and spilling out all over. Come drained out of my pussy like a drinking fountain. I came again in the next instant, feeling wave after wave of delicious orgasm. I was moaning in joy as Beaver pulled out of my mouth and went around behind me. "I am going to come in your ass, now" he whispered in my ear. Then Beaver gently pushed his cock up my ass. Not until he was all the way in did anyone say a word. Then a great cheer went through the boys as Beaver started to drive me home again. His hips were a blur as he pumped his way into me. One of the other guys, I don't even know who, started to rub the vibrator over my engorged clitty. I must have come ten more times before Beaver filled my last hole with man jizz. after he pulled out, I fell forward in a heap of flesh. I was indeed teased and pleased. "Honey, Marcie, Wake up!" It was Matt, back with the tow truck, standing outside. I rolled down the window to say hello. "Where is your dress? What happened to you?" his eyes were all over me and I was back in the car naked. "Those guys..," was all I could muster. I looked down at myself, I looked just as I had when Matt had left, except my dress was gone. I touched my pussy, no come, I was all cleaned up. Even my hair was tidy, my make up fresh. What had happened? Was I dreaming? Where did my dress go? "Here, put this on" Matt said as he handed me his jacket. As I got out of the car, I noticed the tow truck guy coming towards me. The name on his coveralls said "Huck." "Evenin' ma'am. Warm enough for ya," said as he walked past with a sly grin on his face.