1 comments/ 18860 views/ 5 favorites Shock By: acylote45 Please note that the characters in this story are fictional and are not children. If you do not like to read about transgender and/or homosexual people then this is not the story for you. Please do not post my story anywhere without my permission. You may have heard the story of Jack and Jill, and how they went up the hill to get water. Well actually that was just a cover story. It really should have been like this. "Jack and jill went up the hill so Jack could get some candy, but Jack cock a shock and a mouthful of cock 'Cause Jill's real name was Sandy" Yep I got a shock alright, if you have not guessed I'm Jack and "Jill" was not my sister she was my girlfriend (or so I thought). let me tell you the story.... Jill and I had been going out for about three months when we decided to take it all the way. Up the hill and the end of the village was a bungalow that nobody except us knew about. It was a special place for us. Jill wanted to go all the way so bad and so I agreed to take her virginity. We came up with the cover story of going u the hill to get water from the well (everyone went to the well to get fresh spring water) so it was quite a believable story. When we got up the hill, Jill said start by licking my pussy through my panties, and I took off her skirts. I took off her shirt as well but her breasts were not that big, they were actually quite small for a girl, but that didn't matter. She blindfolded me and said start licking. I thought her pussy was kind of weird as it seemed to grow, but I had never had sex before so I didn't know. Jill said she was about to cum and so I stopped licking. I pulled down her panties and she told me to open my mouth but before she came in my mouth she told me to hold out my arms and stretch my legs, I did what she asked only to have her tie my arms and legs to posts so that I could not move. She told me again to open my mouth and then I felt a dick at my lips! I was so shocked I didn't even try to get away, my girlfriend of months was actually a boy! She/he continued to put their dick in my mouth fucking it faster and faster. Then he took his dick out and said get ready. I thought "get ready for what?" than I felt intense pain as he entered my unlubed asshole. he streched it so far I thought I would pass out! For some reason after a few second it started to feel good, really good! I started to moan, while he fucked me, I guess he took it as a sign to fuck me harder, I screamed with pleasure and pain. He said I'm about to cum now, as I writhed with pleasure. All of a sudden I felt something warm splash my insides and I coudln't hold myself any longer I came harder than I ever had before! I realized that I had just become gay. He took off the ropes and the blindfold and shook my hand telling me I was the best fuck he ever had. He introduced himself as Randy a name I fell in love with. He already knew my name, but I introduced myself anyway. He gave me a kiss and helped me get my clothes back on. He kissed me once more and I fainted dead away. I woke up sometime later at home with randy looking over me. He told me that I rolled down the hill and got quite a bump on my head! He was a doctor in training so he told my parents and he said he would fix me up. since I stayed by myself (I was twenty) my parents went home around 6:00 in the evening. Randy stayed with me saying I needed constant care. You can only imagine what happened that night. Well it's been two weeks and randy left yesterday saying he would see me later. Oh and Jill was an orphan so nobody really missed her. I can't wait for randy to come back, I am quite glad for the shock he gave me. I found my true love went I went up the hill. Shock My husband, Mike, had decided we were going for a hike up the mountains. That was fine by me. I enjoy hiking. We hopped in the car and headed north, aiming for a nice nature reserve with a couple of good hiking trails. Now Mike is, how should I phrase this, a trifle competitive, and not always over-nice about how he wins. Heading towards the reserve we were cruising down a two-lane main road. Mike was driving, naturally, and also speeding a little. Again, naturally. We passed a sign warning that one lane dropped out and that the traffic had to merge. Now there was a car a little way in front of us and Mike was overtaking him quite quickly, but it was plain that we weren't going to pass him before the double lane vanished. Common sense said to just pull in behind him as he was doing the legal limit. Instead, Mike's competitive edge kicked in, he leaned on the accelerator and did his best to pass before our lane vanished. Now as far as I could see it was going to be a tie, with the other car maybe a little in front. So Mike leaned on his horn and moved towards the other guy. He at least had the common sense to slow down and let Mike pass. He gave us a nasty look as we passed but Mike was waving a finger at him and leaving him rapidly behind. There was a speed trap further down the road, wasn't there. One guess who got pulled over. The cop didn't want to hear anything that Mike had to say, just writing out a ticket and handing it to him, wishing us a nice day, but to drive a little slower. Mike's attitude wasn't improved by the fact that the car he'd forced to yield right of way sailed by as we got ticketed, the driver looking at us with a big smile. Mike's mood deteriorated even more when he found himself tailing the other guy, who was now driving well below the speed limit. Deliberately, I'm sure. When another car caught up with us he managed to kick his car's speed up a notch so as not to cause other people any delays. Oddly enough the first car turned into the parking area we were going to use. It was rather occupied and we both started cruising around looking for a space. We were still behind, so when we spotted a vacant space it was plain that the other guy would get it. He turned on his indicator and stopped the other side of the vacant spot, his reverse lights coming on, showing he was going to reverse into the spot. He looked behind just in time to see Mike swing straight into the spot. I'm afraid that both Mike and I gave him a nasty smirk, but there wasn't much he could do. He just gave us a cold look and drove on. Mike and I walked across to the small shop attached to the Park Ranger's station, intending to pick up maps and snacks for the hike. Would you believe it, the guy from the other car was walking into the shop as we approached. He'd found a spot right outside the Ranger's station. We found the stuff we wanted and approached the checkout, only to find ourselves behind that guy again. How the hell did he manage to get in front all the time? Mike just jumped forward and pushed in front of him, smirking and daring him to make something of it. The guy just gave Mike a bland look and told the girl on the checkout to serve Mike first. "It'll get him out of here that much faster," he added. Mike gave him a filthy look, paid for his stuff and we left and headed off up one of the two main paths. Looking back I could see the guy watching which way we went, then he deliberately waved to us and turned towards the other path. It was odd, but that man had managed to get very severely up Mike's nose. Mike seemed to think that he'd lost some sort of personal competition between them. I was prepared to shrug it off, but Mike was chewing the thing over like a dog with a bone. We settled down to our hike, with Mike checking over the map. I wondered what he was trying to learn, so I asked him. "There's a split in the mountain," he said, indicating a narrow valley off to the side of the trail. "That's why there are two trails. One goes up either side of the split. If we could just cross the split we would finish up on the other trail and get to the top on that trail before that bastard does." Yes, I suppose we could, but why bother? I didn't say that, though. I just pointed out that there was no bridge and so we'd have to continue the way we were going. Mike humphed and grumbled, but what else could he do? Nothing, right? Wrong, as it turned out. We'd been hiking uphill for about an hour. Sometimes the split in the mountain was right next to us and other times the trail drifted away from it. We eventually came to this spot where our path was right next to the split and the split was very narrow. Not so narrow that you could jump across, but a lot narrower than in other places. Which is why I considered it most unfortunate that a very tall tree had chosen that spot to fall. It's roots were next to the trail on our side of the split and the top of the branch rested easily on the other side. There was a little sign posted next to the tree. 'Danger. Keep off.' Mike was smiling. "I thought this might still be here," he said. "Me and some of my mates used to cross the split here. You can see how the top of the tree trunk had been worn smooth. All sort of animals cross using this old tree." "Ah, Mike, it has a danger sign on it," I pointed out. "Oh, that's just a legal thing," he said dismissively. "They stick those signs up all over the place. They don't mean anything." "You're not really going to try to cross over are you?" "Yes, we are," was the unwanted reply. "What do you mean, we? You don't expect me to hike across that tree, do you? Look how far the drop is." "Don't worry about it," I'm told. "Look how wide the trunk is. You could drive a car across that tree." It'd have to be a bloody small car, in my opinion. Yes, the bole was nice and wide, but it was also long, and looked as though it was getting longer every passing second. "No way known," I stated flatly, and meant it. Not that my saying and meaning it had any effect on Mike. He was set on us crossing via tree. "Watch," he said. He jumped up onto the tree and walked confidently to the middle and jumped up and down, idiot that he was. Then he turned and strolled back to me. "See. Safe as houses. Now off you go." With that he picked me up and plunked me down on the tree. Deciding that it would me a long cold day before Mike was back in my bed, I moved nervously along the tree trunk. I have to admit it felt quite solid and I was rapidly gaining confidence in what I was doing. I was nearly over when I felt the tree suddenly shake beneath me. At the same time Mike shouted. "Oh, fuck me! Run, Cecy!" I didn't need to be told twice. Neither did I wait around for an explanation. I bolted trying to get off that tree the fastest way possible. It turned out that the fastest way possible was having the tree drop out from under me. I screamed and made a grab for something to hold on to and by a stroke of luck I clutched hold of something on the far side of the split. You can bet your boots I held on tight, screaming my head off. Next thing I'm sending up prayers of thanks as a hand closed around my wrist and I felt myself being pulled up. "No worries," said a nice warm voice. "I've got you. You're safe now. Stupid, but safe." "It's odd. There's a danger side on this side. I'm surprised there isn't one over on the other side as well." I was shivering. I mean, I'd nearly been killed. Mike would be when I got hold of him. Oddly enough, it was that man who'd rescued me. He had me lying on the grass and he was fiddling with my shirt. "What are you doing," I asked in a little voice, feeling a little stunned by what had happened. "You had a very narrow escape and you're under a bit of shock. I'm loosening your clothes a little. It's recommended to help you breathe easier and relax." The soothing way he said it made it sound reasonable, and I didn't object. There again, I didn't really notice that he had undone all my shirt buttons and opened it up. I'd also never considered the disadvantages of a front fastening bra before this. By the time I did my breasts were exposed to his interested gaze. Mike was bellowing across the split, wanting to know what was going on. "Your girlfriend is fine," my rescuer yelled back. "A bit of shock, so I'm loosening her clothes. She's got nice breasts, hasn't she?" It was that comment that made me realise that the man had me bared to the waist. Mike was screaming back across the split, pointing out that I was his wife and demanding that the guy leave me alone. (I found out eventually that his name was Tim, so I'll start using it.) "I can't do that," Tim yelled back. "She had a nasty shock. It needs to be treated. If you want to help why don't you run up to where you can cross and come back down this trail? It'll keep you busy." Tim turned back to me. "Yoga pants look good," he said, "but they're very tight. For the state of your health I'll have to remove them." With that he grabs my yoga pants and pulls them down. Actually, he pulled them down my legs but lifted my legs up into the air so that Mike could see that I was losing them. I was surprised that Mike's raging didn't cause another tree to fall. "Very nice legs," Tim observed. "You'll have noticed that I've left your panties on. Why, if I was to take them off you'd think I was going to ravish you." I almost choked on that. Bastard. I was effectively naked apart from a pair of bikini briefs, and they lived up to the description of brief. I was feeling a lot better. The brief rest being all I'd really required, I started trying to do up my bra. "Leave it alone," said Tim, slapping my hand lightly away from the bra. "I like looking at your breasts. Your husband likes to win, doesn't he?" What could I say? It was true. "So much so that he's even ready to risk your life to do so," Tim added. That hurt. Probably because it was true. It wasn't any skill on my or Mike's part that had stopped me falling. It had been luck and quick action by Tim. Tim looked over at where Mike was standing, almost jumping up and down on the spot he was so angry. "I think you beloved husband needs a lesson in humility and I'm in just the right mood to give it to him. You can consider it a lesson to you also, in what happens when you do something blindingly stupid." With that, Tim grabbed my foot and twisted it sideways. I had no choice but to go with it and I found myself lying flat on my face. Hand took me around the hips and lifted and just like that I was on my hands and knees. "You know I said that if I removed your panties you'd think I was going to ravish you?" he asked me, and I nodded. "You'd be right," came the reply, and my panties went down. I just froze in position. I didn't dare look towards Mike. I could hear him, and that was bad enough. Then I gave a yelp as Tim gave me a healthy smack on the bottom. "Hey, mate," he called over to Mike. "A fine ass your woman has. You don't mind if I take a little reward for helping her out, do you?" The hand that had slapped my bottom had continued on down and between my legs and was now massaging my pussy. Tim's other hand snaked around and cupped my breast, squeezing it. Yes, it was the breast on the side that Mike could see. He was going absolutely spare. Big deal. Unless he grew wings there was nothing he could do. "Um, you're not really going to rape me are you?" I asked nervously, hoping that it was all a display to get Mike's goat. "Of course," said Tim, sounding surprised. "It's not because I want to but if I don't follow through you'll have got of scot free and you'll never learn your lesson." Oh my god, he actually sounded as though he meant it. He was going to ravish me out of the kindness of his heart. Wasn't that nice of him? I tried to wriggle away from Tim's groping hands but all that got me was another spank on my bottom. "Why don't you just fold your arms and rest your head on them," suggested Tim. "You'll probably find it easier to relax that way." Relax? I'm about to be taken by a stranger and he suggests that I relax? He was obviously insane and everyone knows you have to humour mad people. I did as he suggested. I heard the sound of a zipper and I knew what was coming. Mike had fallen into a thunderous silence. He was quiet but you knew the storm was coming. Well he couldn't blame me. This was all his fault. Then I gasped. Tim's erection was pressing against me. Then it was sliding smoothly in. I flicked one glance over at where Mike was standing, watching, and hastily looked away. His face was so red I was afraid that he'd burst a blood vessel. Tim slid fully into me with one long firm stroke. I have to admit I probably helped a little by lifting my bottom to meet him. Now that he had me, both his hands closed over my breasts and he started taking me. He would pause, slide in deep, pause, then pull out almost all the way. Then he'd start the little sequence all over again. He wasn't hurrying. He was taking his pleasure, certainly, but apparently felt that it was also part of his job to ensure that I also enjoyed what was happening. It would have been hard not to. He knew just what he was doing and set up a nice rhythm that just naturally grew on me. Before he started I was wondering why no other hikers had turned up to help me. Now I was hoping no other hikers would turn up to help me. I was responding helplessly, bottom rising and falling as he drove into me. I was totally ignoring Mike. He was irrelevant to what was happening. My whole attention was on Tim and what he was doing to me. Slowly but surely he was moving faster, every thrust lifting me a little higher, edging me towards a climax. Then he was hitting faster and faster, and I wasn't being edged towards but driven forcefully, pushed recklessly towards completion. I'd jammed a hand against my mouth. I wasn't going to scream, I wasn't. If people heard and came running I'd never live it down. I just hung on, while Tim ran riot within me. Then I shuddered and climaxed and I could feel Tim shuddering and spending himself within me. I slumped down, exhausted. When I finally got myself together I could hear Mike ranting and raving on the other side of the split. Tim, on the other hand, was laughing quietly. "I see you're back with me," he said, still laughing. "Assuming that, for some strange reason, you will want to get back together with that loser over there, may I suggest you head up the trail? You'll find a new bridge about a hundred yards up that spans the split. It's even marked on the map. Maybe your husband mistook the old tree bridge for the one marked. Mind you, if he'd followed my advice and run up the trail he'd have found the bridge and been here long ago, but you can't tell some people." With that Tim exited, stage left, as they say, while I scrabbled for my clothes. If there was a bridge just up the path then I was going to throw Mike off it. Shock and Au "Honey, I'm not sure about this bikini, I think it shows too much." Jessica Sumner turned her back to the mirror while talking to her husband Bruce. "Do you really think this is appropriate? We don't really know these people." "I'm sure our new neighbors are just like us Jess." Bruce surveyed his wife's perfect body. The only thing wrong with the bikini in Bruce's mind was that there was too much of it. He reached out and trailed his fingertips along the line of material as it hugged her butt. He pinched the material together until it disappeared between her butt cheeks. "There that's better." Jessica slapped his hands away and reached back with both of hers to pull her bikini bottoms back into place. "Stop that." "How about this instead?" Bruce moved behind his wife and reached around her arms to cup her breasts; he thumbed her nipples to hardness. "Are you sure we need to go to this thing?" "No, I mean yes! Stop that...Bru-uuce." Jessica pleaded as her body responded. She managed to pull one of his hands free of her breast only to have him slide it across her taut stomach and down inside her bikini bottom. His fingers passed over her pubic hair and paused on top of her clitoral hood. He rubbed gently above her sensitive bundle of nerves. "Noooooo...please." Bruce felt his wife's resistance begin to crumble as his finger traced lazy paths above and beside her clit. He nibbled along the side of her neck telling her how much he needed her 'right now' as she mumbled incoherent protests. Bruce felt his wife teetering near the edge of capitulation. He sensed her readiness to give in as she uttered one final request to stop. "Bruce...please." At the very moment that Jess's legs relaxed he knew he had her. The only thing that would have surprised Bruce more would have been Jess telling him to fuck her. He couldn't have resisted that offer (as if she would ever use such coarse language.) "You're right. You're absolutely right. What would our new neighbors think if we didn't accept their kind invitation?" Bruce pulled his finger out of his wife's bikini bottoms spun her around and moved her through a couple of quick swing dance spins. The phone rang and Bruce gave her a final twirl before going to answer it. Jessica released a pent-up moan of frustration once her husband was out of earshot, then punctuated it with an just audible 'big jerk.' She pulled her bikini bottoms down and checked the crotch; it was absolutely soaked with her arousal. The intoxicating aroma wafted up to her and she couldn't help but breathe deeply of it. Her fingers were just inches from her throbbing clit. A few swipes of her clit and she would cum. She heard Bruce talking on the phone; she knew there was enough time. Just one good deliberate rubbing and she would...Jessica shuddered involuntarily, instantly reliving the traumatic memory of a curious, innocent teen cautiously exploring her body. Jessica Culter was naked on her bed, legs spread wide, knees bent, a mirror in her left hand as the fingers of her right tentatively participated in the discovery of the delights her best friend had told her about. Everything was fine until she passed over her clitoris a second time. The first time had been uneventful, even mildly disappointing. (Her friend Sandra had insisted that it was the absolute 'hot button to bliss') Jessica had gone on to explore further and deeper inside her vagina, marveling at how wet she got and the incredible aroma that filled the room. But her second touching of her now fully exposed clitoris was a revelation, as bolt of pleasure unimagined surged through her. She couldn't stop. Her fingers move back and forth and around as her joy built higher and higher. She found herself unable to cease her stimulation as moans of delight gave way to screaming ecstasy as wave after wave of joy washed over her. That was when her mother burst into her room, shrieking, calling her a sinner, slapping and spanking any part of Jessica's body she could reach. All the while castigating her for yielding to that evil, sinful practice. Shame and fear flooded Jessica Sumner's mind and she jerked her hand away (and while she now able to revel in her husbands touch, she had never touched herself since.) She slowly pushed her soggy bottoms to the floor and stepped out of them. Darn that man, she had really wanted to wear this particular bikini to the party. That was out of the question now; she couldn't be walking around smelling like a woman in heat. She untied the top and threw both into the hamper. Unfortunately her back-up choices were limited as a quick assessment revealed her paltry choices. She actually did have a thong that she wore when sunbathing in the back yard. Was that Bruce's plan? If it was it, then it had failed -- no way was she wearing that in public - no thong, not today. She had a two-piece boys style brief swimsuit that was great for being active in - but it wasn't very fashionable. Jessica was just about to give up when she saw a scrap of white at the back of her drawer - her one-piece suit. It had been an online purchase that Jessica initially thought to be a mistake. Holding it up, the white "US Swim Team" logo'd racing suit looked like it was made for a young girl. It weighed next to nothing, was made from super stretchy material and was unlined; which meant once wet - and in contact with skin - it became nearly transparent. Even dry it stretched so tight that it revealed every bump and void of her body. There were some very specific memories associated with the white racing suit. For one, Bruce had insisted that it was actually a very modest suit -- it certainly looked that way online - when dry it certainly had the suggestion of respectability (if only she had checked it out when wet.) She had initially worn it on a weekend getaway vacation a few months before their marriage. The resort spa had a number of hot tubs scattered around the grounds. So naturally on their first night they had decided to enjoy a good soak. The suit fit her like a second skin and she wouldn't normally have worn it in public except that they had drunk quite a bit of wine during dinner and it was already dark. She had stepped out of the bathroom unsure that the suit was appropriate until Bruce's wolf whistle encouraged her to go through with it. She hadn't understood her husbands wild-eyed grin once she'd entered the water. It was another couple walking by that unabashedly rubber necked to look at her that led her to realize something was wrong. A casual glance down told the tale; the front half of each breast, nipple, areola and a whole lot more were on display as if she were topless. Rising from the tub she saw the entirety of her pubic mound; her shield of dark blonde hair, even the cleft of her labia - it was all there for anyone to see. Bruce just smiled, "Oh darn, I forgot to bring the towels." The walk back to their room had been embarrassing beyond belief (and yet strangely arousing too.) Their lovemaking that night had been shattering in its intensity. Bruce had insisted that 'the racer' accompany them on all subsequent vacations (although she never complied, a simple "Oh sorry honey, I forgot it" was all her husband got.) It wasn't that she never wore it; she just made sure it was at a time and place of her choosing. Bruce loved the white racer (based on the his ardor of his lovemaking when she did) and he deserved to be put in his place for the cruel teasing he'd done earlier. A plan quickly developed in her mind. Jess decided on a two-suit approach; the boys brief style for the daytime and the white racer for later. She would change into the white racer after it got dark, then lure Bruce to a private place and reveal the swimsuit. Once he saw the white racer he would try to call it a night and get her home as quickly as he could. As long as she could keep the suit dry she was going to make him wait. When Bruce returned from his phone call he noticed that she wasn't wearing the bikini nor was it lying on the bed. "Where is that sexy bikini babe, why aren't you wearing it?" Jess made a show of adjusting her blouse. "I'm bringing a couple of suits with me. I want to see what the other women are wearing. Then I'll change into whichever is most appropriate. I've got your trunks in the same bag. And what's that big grin all about? You're up to something, I know it." "Oh there's something up alright, definitely up!" Bruce smiled and feigned a quick grope at his wife as she shook her head and folded her arms across her chest. "Did I already tell you how much I love you?" "Yes," she smiled, "and NO we are not going to have sex before the party -- you'll just have to wait. Well, I'm ready when you are." "Amen to that babe." Jessica rolled her eyes then turned her head so that Bruce would not she her smile. She thanked her lucky stars that she had a man who loved her so completely. He had been so patient with her right from the beginning, and to think it was all the result of a silly blind date gone wonderfully right. She had made it clear by the end of that first date that she was NOT the kind of girl to enter into a sex without a real relationship in place. Bruce gently persisted in his pursuit of her, waiting nearly four months for their first time together. Which in a complete surprise to her was a weekend getaway at an incredibly romantic B & B up the coast. Jessica experienced more orgasms during that weekend than from the entirety of her previous sexual history (modest though it was.) A year later they were married and Jessica was convinced there was not a better man for her -- even if he was always trying to maneuver her into having sex at the most inappropriate times and places. Like the time they were camping with friends and he got her really drunk. She was nearly passed out when he help her to their tent and undressed her for bed. She lay there on top of her sleeping bag naked as the day she was born, too drunk to crawl into her sleeping bag. Bruce return from the restroom with a leering 'lookie, lookie I've found a wet pussy.' He'd knelt between her legs and started licking her. It took just a moment for her pleasure receptors to notify her that something wonderful was happening. In her drunkenness she loudly sang out the praises of her husband and his oral technique, followed closely by a long series of enthusiastic moans when he took her...twice. She was mortified the next morning at the words she remembered using (insisting all the while that she would never drink too such excess again) then nearly died from embarrassment next when pretty much every camper near them thanked her for being the inspiration for their own passion filled night. There was no doubt regarding the deep love between her and Bruce. But Jess was going to keep watch over her husband; he was not going to take advantage of her this time. ---======--- The walk to the party was strangely quiet. Bruce's smile had Jessica thinking, every time that Bruce smiled like that sex soon followed, often accompanied by varying degrees of embarrassment for Jessica. Not that sex with Bruce was ever bad, far from it; she thought their sex life was great. It was just that Bruce seemed to find ways to put her in situations that made her uncomfortable if not deeply embarrassed. If he was up to something Jessica would have to be extra careful; she'd underestimated him before. She couldn't help but recall the last night of their honeymoon. Oh yes she'd seen that smile then. She let her mind drift back in quiet reverie. Their week in The Islands had been perfect and Jessica was determined to make sure it ended just so. A final dinner had given her to opportunity to tease Bruce mercilessly. The sundress she was wearing seemed to have button problems; they kept popping open. She teased her husband to the point of complaint. He leered at her, "You're going to have to walk in front me when we leave, you're button popping game has my zipper about to burst. I'm surprised you haven't slid off your chair." Under normal circumstances she would have chastised him for using such language in public even if he was correct. But tonight was different, and Jessica just smiled. Teasing Bruce (or even worse, being teased by him) usually meant she was dripping wet, which she was. What Bruce didn't know was that she had surreptitiously tucked one of the restaurant napkins under her bottom, and judging by the coolness she was experiencing, it was soaked. The waiter returned to their table inquiring about dessert. Jessica had spoken right up, "Just the bill please, we're having dessert in our room." All the while directing a dazzling smile at her husband. The bill paid, Bruce excused himself to use the restroom, which was the moment Jessica chose to stand, extract the arousal scented napkin from beneath her, and rub it gently across his lips. "I was hoping that you would help me with my problem, but if you've got to go ... I guess I'll just head off to bed." Jessica moved immediately toward the door. She called out over her shoulder; "I hope I'm not asleep when you finally get there." "Jess ... wait." The strained tone of his voice was music to her ears. She turned just enough to see him following her, half hunched over. She laughed musically skipping ahead then breaking into a run. Once inside their room, Jessica moved aside quickly as Bruce sprinted to the bathroom. The sundress was removed and a white gossamer-like peignoir was quickly wrapped around her. She opened the sliding door to the balcony and stepped outside, closing the door behind. The light of another perfect sunset filled the sky. Walking to the railing she surveyed the visible balconies and was relieved to see them empty. There was an older couple sitting side by side on chaises below but all they would see was her back. With her back to the railing she saw her reflection in the glass with the beautiful tropical sunset behind her. She stepped her feet apart, then stepped further apart until the panels of her peignoir separated and they formed an inverted V, the apex of which framed the fact that she had completely shaven (right before dinner thank you) her pubic hair. Everything was going according to her plan, Bruce would see her, marvel at her beauty and her new smoothness, bring her inside, and make love to her all night long - the perfect end to their honeymoon. Bruce did see her; she had gotten that part right. That he would take off all of his clothes before opening the sliding door - that was unexpected but certainly not unpleasant. That he stepped out onto the balcony, not just naked, but naked with a huge erection - that was unnerving and extremely arousing (even after these few years of marriage the sight of his erection still affected her that way.) But what he did next was so surprising that Jessica couldn't react until much too late. In one startlingly swift motion, Bruce stepped toward her, knelt and lunged forward to grip the railing so that his arms were between her legs. Jessica was immobilized as she couldn't lift her legs over his arms without losing her balance. Bruce began to acquaint himself with Jessica's fully exposed and very smooth mons. Her attempted complaints were overwhelmed by louder moans as his tongue and lips feasted on her clit. The loudness of her moan even startled her into trying to suppress any further vocalizations. Her effort only intensified the growing pressure of her pleasure. Wave after wave of ecstasy built up and crashed upon her until her resistance crumbled completely. A loud scream announce her orgasm, thank God Bruce knew to cease any further clitoral stimulation. Then he was standing before her and she felt his cock pushing into her. "OHGODFUCKMEFUCKMERIGHTNOW!" And he did, until her orgasms became an unending cascade of pleasure. Then he had spun her around, bending her over the railing and entered her from behind. Jessica was overwhelmed in ecstasy until she looked down and saw the older couple watching her -- masturbating each other, his hand up her skirt, hers moving vigorously in his shorts. Bruce had worn her out that night and it wasn't until the next morning that she complained her humiliation (to say nothing of her soreness regarding the upcoming six hour flight!) Of course they ran into the older couple at the airport and they just had to thank Jessica for inspiring them with such a wanton display of love and lust. That was so embarrassing! Things had a way of working out in Bruce's favor, even when they weren't supposed to. Jessica knew he was up to something, she just knew it. "Twenty one -- oh -- six. This is the place. Remember no complaints about what they might serve okay. Promise me you'll be..." Jess stopped speaking as the door opened. A tall vivacious Asian woman, wrapped in a revealing sarong, stood before them. While not exactly transparent, the sarong might as well have been. The fabric clung effortlessly to the woman's lithe form of smallish breasts capped by puffy and apparently brown nipples. There was a glow that shone about the woman, as if she had been in a hurry to answer the door -- or maybe she'd been busy doing something else? Based on what she was wearing (what there was of it) Jessica wondered if they had surprised their hostess while she was changing her clothes. "Jessica, I'm so glad you're here. And you must be Bruce. I'm Kim, welcome to the neighborhood and welcome to my home. Let me give you the nickel tour." Kim turned and led the way through her spacious home. She pointed out the living room, a formal dining room, and the kitchen as they walked. Bruce leaned toward his wife. "I for one would like to see you wearing what our hostess is...or isn't." His eyes were glued to the wonderful sway of Kim's bottom as it moved beneath the diaphanous material. Jess elbowed her husband in the ribs as she acknowledged that their hostess was in fact completely nude beneath her sarong. Past the kitchen they entered a great room with a panoramic view of the backyard. Jessica was about to say something to her husband when her vision filled with the view of the backyard; a loud gasping "ohmigod" quickly followed. There was no doubt that backyard was beautifully landscaped. It was also filled with people in various states of undress -- some, most in fact, were walking around completely unclothed. Kim paused and turned. "It takes my breath away too sometimes. Greg insisted on a backyard that would suit our style of entertaining. The perimeter plantings screen us from the..." Jessica nearly choked as she pointed. "But...but...they're naked." Kim turned to her new neighbor. "Well yes Jessica, how else would we celebrate Nude Day? Although I prefer to call it, jour au natural, it sounds...more natural. So that's what I put on the invitations, now this is a day worth celebrating." Bruce began to laugh. "You'll have to forgive us Kim. I think Jess may have mistranslated your invitation. She was under the impression that this was an "all natural" party: you know, natural foods, natural skin care products, natural cleaning stuff -- like a neighborhood sales party." "All natural?" Kim began to giggle. " Oh I get it -- all natural/au natural. Oh my goodness, you weren't expecting this were you. I'm so sorry, I should have been clearer. Oh my, this is all my fault." Kim reached out and grasped Jessica's hands. "Jessica I need to apologize to you and your husband. When I talked to you the other day I should have been more specific ... you know, the whole au natural, all natural thing. I completely understand if you're feeling uncomfortable. You're most certainly are not under any obligation to disrobe. So there's no need to worry if you're a little bit embarrassed or a little bit excited." Kim glanced over at Bruce and flashed him a wonderfully sexy smile. Shock and Au Jessica blushed as she realized her error. "No, no the mistake was mine. It's not that there is anything wrong with...with...with people being naked and...and...oh my!" Jessica stopped talking as she stared at a tall, thin man striding across the room towards them. The disconcerting part of his stride was the way his penis flopped side to side as he approached. Not only that, but for some strange reason Jessica thought that he had to be the most naked man she had ever seen. He was just so completely bare of hair. He was bald. His chest was hairless. And Jessica blushed as she realized that even his genitals were completely hairless. For a brief moment she wondered if it were more enjoyable to give a man oral sex if his pubic hair was gone. She shuddered as she pushed the thought from her mind. "Bruce and Jessica, this is my husband, Gregory. Greg these two wonderful people are the Sumner's. They bought the Franco's place. It seems that I was less then clear with the exact intention of today's activities..." "Were they expecting the orgy?" Greg began to laugh. "That's not scheduled until next month." Jessica's mouth fell open. A deep blush spread across her face, and a fierce heat flared up well south of that. "Greg, behave yourself." Kim punched her husband in the arm. "He's joking about that you know. We have never hosted an orgy. I think I could use a drink. Would you like something to drink? Greg makes the best Margueritas." Jessica realized they were at the moment of truth. The part of her wanting to leave wasn't just gaining strength -- it was screaming inside her head to do something -- right now. Jessica made a quick decision, they should leave; even it would cause some embarrassment. They should leave right now, if they accepted a drink they would have to stay as long as it took to finish it. She stole a glance at Bruce to register her discomfort. Bruce seemed perfectly at ease with the situation and was ignoring the subtle eye motions she was directing toward the entry. "I would love to try one of Greg's Margueritas." Bruce was all smiles. He looked at his wife and flashed her a mischievous grin. "Better make if a stiff one." Darn him. Jessica thought. If Bruce were any kind of a gentleman he would know how uncomfortable she was right now. Not only was she in the presence of more naked men then she had seen in her entire life, but one was standing not four feet from her. Her sense of shame caused her head to nod forward which brought Greg's penis into view. Raising her head had her looking out into the yard with an endless parade of penis's. She wanted to leave -- but she knew she was trapped. If she insisted on leaving, Bruce would never let her forget it. She had practically threatened him when he had tried to weasel out of this party. She knew he was expecting her to bail out any moment -- she just knew it. Which made the expression on his face all the more enjoyable as she said. "Me too, I would love a Marguerita Greg, that would be wonderful." (At least she could turn away from the yard and towards the bar.) Staring at his wife, Bruce felt a deep surge of pride -- she was being brave. He smiled warmly at her and was rewarded with a slight smile in return. But it was her eyes that thrilled him. Her eyes were a mix of wonder and fear, arousal and dread. "Which way to the bar Greg?" The two wives watched their men walk across the room. Kim leaned in conspiratorially toward Jess, "You really are under no obligation here Jessica. You can stay inside, enjoy your drink and then leave -- it really is okay. No one will think anything of it." Jess thanked Kim for the very gracious offer of a "get out of jail free card." She glanced towards the bar, "I think I could really use that drink." Bruce waved for the women to be patient. Greg muttered quietly, "Well, she seems okay so far. Kim and I were a little concerned about how she'd take all this." "Mums the word Greg. Just let it play out. If Jess knew I had run into the two of you first she would have never come. The mistaken theme of the party is a perfect cover. I think Jess is beautiful; I would love for her to be comfortable enough to do this. If she can't get there today, well no harm no foul. As long as she keeps thinking being here is her idea I think we'll be alright." Once Jessica, Bruce, and Kim had their drinks, Greg walked back outside with a tray full of Margueritas. As they sipped their drinks Kim pointed out some of the other attendees by way of information before introduction. Jess stayed glued to her husbands' side, sipping (nearly gulping) her drink quickly. "Do you mind if I...?" Kim reached for the knot of her sarong as she looked benignly at Jessica. Jessica took a healthy sip, stifled a cough, and shook her head. She wasn't sure she could speak without her voice squeaking in anxiety. The Sumner's watched as the knot above Kim's shoulder was pulled and the sarong drifted effortlessly to the floor. Jessica tried not to stare at their hostess and failed; Kim's body was flawless. "I can leave you two to finish your drinks if you'd be more comfortable." "No need Kim. Can I ask you a quick question about your kitchen, Jess and I are thinking of remodeling ours and I really like the way yours is laid out." Bruce took his wife by her free arm and followed Kim back towards the kitchen as questions were asked and answered along the way. Jess hardly paid attention the conversation, she was having a more difficult time of this than Bruce knew, or even suspected. She knew he was well aware of her strict Christian upbringing. And she knew that he realized that he had been just her third lover. Given her limited experience, Jess had been exposed to just a handful -- literally -- of penises during her entire life. Now in the course of the last few minutes she had seen many times that number. And as much as she tried to deny it, she was absolutely fascinated by the variety. She was surprised at how similar and yet uniquely different they were; the size, shape and coloring were captivating. This one curved to the left, that to the right, some smooth and tapering, or wrinkled, even gnarled with a bulbous head. She was shocked at her curiosity, and more than a little alarmed at her arousal. Nothing out of the ordinary really, just very definitely aroused. It was nothing she couldn't handle -- unless she dwelt upon Wally. Kim had pointed out Wally and his wife Alice, which was proving to be a very distracting problem. They were quite the couple; he was short, slightly overweight while she was tall and as thin as a rail, yet both seemed completely comfortable with being nude. Alice, while basically flat-chested, had the longest nipples Jess had ever seen. And Wally, well there was no other way to describe it except that Wally had a very large cock (even Jessica found herself referring to it that way.) The metaphoric image that came to Jess's mind relating to the size of Wally's cock was of Bruce's Nissan thermos bottle. Wally's cock was just so damn long and as big around as...as...well it was just huge. If only Jess could stop wondering what it looked like erect! It was bad enough wondering how Alice managed to accommodate something so big -- but what was even worse was wondering where the hell that thing would go inside her? Jess kept pushing THAT thought out of her mind and despaired as it persistently snuck back in. Bruce, for his part was a happy man, this was his kind of party. Other couples kept arriving, and the scenery just kept getting better and better. As much as he admired his wife's body, he hadn't seen another naked woman in almost five years, and there were a number of women walking around that were well worth looking at. Amid this fleshy delight a drumbeat was getting louder and louder inside his head "Get Jess naked. Get Jess naked." "Sweetie, why don't we go and change. We seem to be a bit overdressed." Bruce tugged playfully at Jessica's blouse. Kim directed them to a guest bedroom that looked out at the pool. As they walked to the bedroom Jess became aware of the soaked nature of her panties. Jessica set her bag on the bed and looked out into the back yard. Bruce was unbuckling his pants when Jess made her move toward the bathroom. Bruce moved in right behind her. "I just need to pee." "Me too. Go ahead -- you first." "No that's okay, I can wait, you go." Jessica was almost panting. Bruce knelt before her. "You seem a little nervous. Let me help." He reached out and unbuttoned Jess's shorts. He pulled the zipper down. "Bruce, please." Jess grabbed his hands and held them in place. "Sweetheart, I'd be lying if I said that I wasn't aroused. I expect nothing less from you. In fact, I'd be worried if you weren't affected by what we've seen so far." Jess reluctantly released her grip and Bruce finished unzipping her. He tugged gently and the shorts came slowly down. Clear of her hips he pushed them down her legs to her feet. Her panties were soaked with the dark stain of her arousal and her scent filled the bathroom. She was whimpering as he pulled her panties down, she was literally dripping with desire. "Look, I'm not going to force you to do anything you don't want to. However, I insist that while we are here in the privacy of this room..." Bruce stripped his clothes off, and then finished undressing his wife. They stood facing one another - au natural. Bruce reached out and stroked her jaw line. Jess began to smile and leaned slightly into his touch. "You are so beautiful Jess. I wish you could see you, the way I see you -- so perfect, so wonderful -- such a delightful expression of God's creation." Bruce took her hand and led her out of the bathroom to the French doors that opened to the backyard. "Just stand with me here, okay." Jessica resisted for just a moment, then stood beside her husband. She looked out on the group of people, most naked, some not -- all enjoying themselves. She watched as a newly arrived couple disrobed. The woman was average looking, nothing special, yet Jessica saw how comfortable she was with her nakedness. Her male companion was trying to hide his excitement -- unsuccessfully. Jessica felt her own body respond in arousal. Her scent slowly filled the room. "I'm afraid Bruce. I know I shouldn't be, but I'm afraid." A life history of being told the wrongness of nudity and sensuality threaten to overwhelm Jessica. Even though she knew she was considered pretty she felt tremendously inhibited. "Look out there Jess. Look closely. There are some women taller than you and some that are shorter. Some have bigger breasts, some smaller -- look at her, getting out of the pool." Bruce directed Jess to a middle aged woman who was beaming. "She's completely naked Jess. She doesn't have anything like your body. Look how happy she is. Wouldn't you like to feel as comfortable in your skin as she feels in hers?" "Yes Bruce, I know, I want to feel that way too. Aren't you even a little bit nervous about this?" Jess looked pleadingly at her husband as a lifetime of religious indoctrination warred within her. "Never let anyone see you without clothes" and "being naked is the original sin" battled against her time with Bruce, his patience, his understanding, his deep and abiding love. He had waited so long to see her nude; he had been so encouraging as she had slowly realized that she was beautiful and sexy. He had always been there for her, loving her unconditionally. "How can I be nervous when I'm with the most beautiful woman here? I'll be right beside you Jess." "What about the whole arousal thing? Doesn't it bother you knowing how I'm reacting when I see another man's...you know?" A silent war waged within her and she began to tremble. "Like I said sweetheart, it's perfectly natural -- just so long as you keep it to looking, no touching." Bruce fought to keep a straight face. "I would never do that -- never. How could you - oh, you are such a rat." Jess punched him on the arm. "Fine, if this is what you want, then this is what you get. Okay...I'm ready." Bruce placed her hand on the doorknob and covered it with his own. He pushed down slowly until the latch released and swung the door inward. "I love you Jessica Sumner." With the door open, the sounds of conversation and laughter surrounded and encouraged them. Jessica squeezed her husbands hand tightly, "I can't believe I'm doing this." Bruce and Jessica Sumner walked into the Allenworth's backyard as naked as the day they were born. Jessica gasped ever so softly as she felt a single dribble of arousal trickle down her inner thighs. She found herself thinking that she should have trimmed her pubic hair before coming. She giggled at the thought and whispered it into her husband's ear. He whispered back, "Next time Jess, next time you can be as naked as you want to be." Unbridled exhilaration swept through Jessica and she smiled with it. She felt her back strengthening, her breasts pushed forward and her hips began to sway naturally. The feeling on a warm summer day wrapped itself around her and she felt wonderfully free. "Yes, next time." Shock and Awe "Hey stranger!" Jami's cheerful voice broke Dylan's concentration as he stared at his computer screen. She was a very welcome distraction. "Hey trouble," Dylan responded. "what'cha up to?" "Same 'ol stuff." Jami replied. Her auburn hair was pulled into a low ponytail, flung over her shoulder. The end of it leas his vision to the v neck of her teal shirt. He could see her smooth porcelain skin and the black lace of her bra subtly peeking at the edge of her shirt. Dylan didn't shift his gaze quickly enough as Jami smiled. "Like what you see?" Jami said flirtatiously, flipping her hair back over her shoulder. "No comment," Dylan replied, a slight blush creeping across his cheeks as he cocked an eyebrow at her. "No worries." Jami said. "So are you coming out with everyone tonight?" She asked, the hope that his answer would be yes apparent on her face. "I don't know. Might need some convincing." Dylan replied. He smiled at her slyly. "My place or yours then?" Jami asked boldly. "How about mine?" Dylan said. "Sounds like a plan." Jami replied. She stepped closer to him. "I'll meet you at your car later." she whispered, and quickly kissed him on the cheek as she left his office. Dylan sat back in his chair, trying to wrap his head around what had just happened. It was no secret that he lusted after Jami. They had started working for the company at the same time. When he was on a different shift, they had been able to hang out more. Things had gotten out of hand a time or two, fueled by alcohol and temptation. When Dylan's wife Melanie found out what was going on, it was terrible. Six years later, he didn't want to go down that path again. But he was tempted. Things just weren't the same lately. They had settled into complacency. There weren't any spontaneous things anymore. And their sex life, well, that left a lot to be desired. "Fuck it." Dylan muttered to himself as he looked up at the clock. Melanie was working late tonight, booked up with appointments until after 8pm. Going to his place with Jami was a risk, but a very low risk, he thought. Dylan clocked out a short time later and walked out to the parking lot. He found Jami standing next to his car. "Damn, she looks good." Dylan thought as he approached. She had traded her jeans in for a knee length skirt that showed plenty of her long legs. He unlocked the door, and she ducked around to the passenger side, sliding into the seat. "You sure about this?" Jami asked. "Why wouldn't I be?" Dylan replied. "Well.... You know.... Last time...." Jami started. "I'm not concerned. She's working late. She'll never know." Dylan said as he drove out of the parking lot. When they got to Dylan's house, he pulled the car into the garage. As he put the car in park and reached for his seatbelt, Jami leaned over and kissed him deeply as the garage door closed behind them. A low groan escaped his throat as her tongue slid into his mouth. "Better than I remember.." Dylan said quietly. "Come on." Dylan led her through the garage and into their house. "Go up ahead of me." Dylan said. "At the top of the stairs, go right. I'll be up there in a minute. Make yourself comfortable." Dylan's erection was already straining against his jeans. He started slowly up the stairs after making sure all of the locks were bolted, and disconnected the garage door opener. He wasn't taking any chances. When he walked into his bedroom, he was shocked at what he saw. There was Jami, mostly naked, wearing only her black lace bra and matching boyshorts, grinning from ear to ear. She had pulled out her ponytail, letting her Auburn hair fall softly at her shoulders. She sat up on the bed, leaning back on her arms. "So are you just going to stand there all night, or are you going to come here?" She asked, quizzically. Dylan stepped forward toward her and lowered his head. He pulled the cups of her bra down, exposing her creamy breasts. He gently licked around each nipple before teasingly biting them. Jami moaned softly. "You should get naked too." Jami whispered. "Why don't you help me?" Dylan replied. Dylan removed his shirt as Jami reached for his belt. She quickly had it undone, his jeans unzipped and down at his knees. He stepped out of them, and kicked them aside. Noticing the tent in his briefs, she traced her fingers along the bottom side of his cock. "And just what is this?" she asked. "I think you know." "If I didn't know better, I'd think you were happy to see me or something." "You have no idea." With that, Dylan dropped his briefs, exposing his stiff cock to her. It was about average length. Slightly thick, uncut, with a smooth head, the hair surrounding it nicely trimmed. "Better than I imagined." Jami said as she leaned forward, flicking her tongue at the head. The precum was already forming as her mouth wrapped around it. Dylan's head rolled back as her fingers wrapped around his shaft and slowly began stroking. After a few moments, the pleasure started to become too intense. "Jami..." Dylan whispered. Jami looked up at him and raised an eyebrow, his cock still in her mouth. He almost exploded right there. "I'm getting really close. Let's stop for a minute." Jami gave one final long suck on his shaft before releasing it from her skilled mouth. Dylan kissed her, sliding his tongue into her mouth. He pushed her back farther onto the bed. Still exploring her mouth with his tongue, he reached out to tug at the corners of her boyshorts. Pulling them free, he tossed them to the side. He started kissing lower, down her neck, over her covered breasts, down her smooth stomach, to her hips. As he started getting closer to her slit, he could feel her shaking. Dylan got down on his knees at the edge of the bed, sliding her knees up. He lowered his head down between her legs, slowly licking around her soft mound. As Dylan ran his tongue up and down the length of her slit, Jami shuddered as a moan escaped her lips. Searching with his tongue, he found her clit, and ran his tongue over it softly. Flicking his tongue against it sent waves through her body as her hips jerked up at his touch. Slowly, he sucked on it, causing her to moan a little louder. He slid his tongue slowly inside of her wet pussy, tasting her. She was sweet, slightly salty. And warm. He enjoyed the taste of her as he explored her. Jami moaned as she started nearing her climax. Dylan went back to licking her clit as he slowly slid a finger inside of her, teasing her g-spot. Soon, Jami's shaking turned to rocking as her orgasm started. Her hips jerked against Dylan's face as he flicked her clit faster and harder with his tongue. She cried out as she peaked, with Dylan's fingers carrying the motion deep within her. 'Dylan, just fuck me already!" She growled as she threw her head back against the bed. Dylan chuckled as he moved his body over hers on the bed. He looked into her eyes. "Are you sure?" he asked, teasingly. "Yes!" she hissed. "Just do it already!" Dylan slid his cock into her, groaning as her hot tightness surrounded him. "Fuck, you feel amazing." He said, slowly pumping in and out of her. Jami wrapped her legs around his hips, working against him. He could feel her clit grinding against the base of his cock as he slid deeper into her. He started pumping her harder, sliding his cock in and out of her faster. He could feel his balls slapping against her ass. It was amazing. The only noise in the room was moaning and the slapping of skin as they both got lost in the raw fucking that was going on. Suddenly, the light in the bedroom flicked on. Dylan and Jami were oblivious to it at first until the light flicked back off, and the sound of Melanie's voice cut through the room. "You've got to be fucking kidding me." She growled. "Here. In MY bed. With her!" She yowled. Dylan figured that he was already in trouble, so he pretended to ignore her, and focused on Jami. He could feel the cum boiling inside of him, and the thought of being watched began to excite him as he rushed toward climax. Jami screamed his name as she bucked her hips against him as he slammed into her harder. "Oh fuck Jami!" Dylan yelled as he emptied his balls into her. Expecting to see Melanie pissed off, he looked over at her as he eased himself out of Jami's drowned pussy. But Melanie wasn't pissed. Instead, she had dropped everything and was standing there with an awestruck look on her face. And her cheeks were flushed. She was fucking turned on! Dylan decided to press his luck. He stepped toward Melanie and pushed her down onto her knees. Melanie looked up at him, and then, slowly took his cock into her mouth, licking and sucking all of the cum and Jami's juices off of it. "That's it... clean it up." Dylan whispered as his wife sucked his still stiff shaft. Melanie moaned as her tongue worked around the length. She took him down as far as she could, eagerly sucking him. Jami giggled. "Bring her over here" she said, patting the bed next to her. "Let's have a little fun." Dylan led his wife to the bed. As he kissed her, he started unbuttoning her blouse. Jami pulled her skirt down, showing off her red undies. "These have got to go" Jami said, pulling them down. Melanie stood there, naked before both of them. She didn't say a word as Dylan pushed her back onto the bed, lowering his head between her legs and sliding his finger into her pussy. "Someone wants this." He said lowly as he licked her slit. Jami pulled Melanie's bra down and began sucking gently on her breasts, taking the time to tease her nipples. Melanie moaned. Soon, Jami's hand had wandered down to Melanie's clit, rubbing it as Dylan's tongue slithered in and out of her slit. "Oh my God" Melanie groaned. "This is crazy." "But you like it, don't you?" Jami asked. "Yes." Melanie replied. Dylan stopped working his wife's pussy and watched as Jami leaned in and kissed Melanie. It was the craziest thing he had ever seen. But his cock started twitching to life again as he watched his lover make out with his wife. He stepped back to the chair in the room and sat down as he watched Melanie's hand reach up and touch the side of Jami's face. Soon, giggles and moans were coming from both of them as Melanie's fingers reached down to play with Jami's drenched pussy. Her fingers slid easily around her clit, still covered in Dylan's cum. Dylan couldn't believe his eyes. Melanie brought her cum covered fingers up between them, and both girls eagerly licked and sucked them clean. Dylan couldn't take anymore. His cock was throbbing. He had to get back into a pussy, lest the girls have all of the fun. He grabbed his wife's leg, flipping her onto her stomach as he rammed his cock inside of her. Jami took the opportunity of Melanie being on her hands and knees to lie back and slowly finger her aroused pussy. "Let's see how naughty you really are, Mel." Dylan said as he nodded for Jami to get in front of Melanie. Instinctively, Melanie lowered her head and began licking Jami's pussy. Jami moaned as Melanie's tongue teased her clit. She arched her back, pushing her cum-soaked pussy into Melanie's face. "Oh God!" Jami cried as Melanie slid her tongue into her. Seeing his wife so eagerly eating another pussy drove Dylan crazy. He slammed himself in and out of Melanie as hard as he could, listening to the moans and screams coming from both girls as Melanie devoured Jami. As Jami started to come again, Melanie did too, and she hastily lapped at Jami's throbbing pussy as her own was getting drilled. Jami cried out in ecstasy as she grabbed Melanie's head, holding it against her as she rocked herself through her orgasm. Melanie's throbbing pussy and muffled groans were getting to be too much for Dylan to bear. "Fuck!" Dylan cried out. He grabbed Melanie's hips and buried his cock deep inside of her as his load started shooting forth from his balls. He moaned as he spurted shot after shot into his wife's hot, soaking wet pussy. By the time he had finished, Melanie and Jami were making out again, both whimpering and moaning as they fingered each other's cum soaked pussies. Dylan sat back down in the chair, his spent cock hanging between his legs. He watched for a few minutes as Jami and Melanie lay side by side on the bed, exhausted, panting and trying to regain their composure. He tried to wrap his mind around what had just happened. Twenty minutes ago, his wife walked in on him balls deep in another woman. Now, he was the odd man out as his conquest and wife were lying in bed together. He had just had his first threesome. "Holy shit." Dylan whispered to himself as he ran his hands through his hair. Jami's voice interrupted his thoughts again. "So, uh... I hate to cut this short" she started. "But I need to get going. I missed Happy Hour, but I still need to head out." She said. Dylan nodded at her. "But..." said Jami, "Can I get a ride back to my car?" "Sure" Melanie said. "Let me throw clothes on, and I'll take you." A few minutes later, the girls were out the door, and Dylan was still sitting in the chair. Still naked. Still turned on, still confused, and wondering what the hell his wife would do next. Shock and Awe Christine just finished up her run. She is tired and sweaty but steels herself to take the stairs. It's a quick jaunt up 6 flights of stairs but to Christine it looks like Mt. Everest. "I can do this," she mutters under her breath. Though she is not a statuesque beauty that everyone looks to as she passes through a room, she is undeniably pretty. At 25, Christine still doesn't realize how gorgeous she is. Being 5' 5" she is neither tall nor short but can always be found in a crowd. She has the most beautiful smile, a cute face with high cheek bones and beautiful brown eyes that seem to glisten. Though she hates it, her thick, curly, reddish-brown hair reaches just past her shoulders complements her fair complexion perfectly. Her well-toned body seems to be all legs. Her black yoga pants accentuate her long gorgeous legs, as well as her tight sexy ass. Christine has worked hard for her flat stomach but even with all her beauty she still hates her modest B cup breasts. "Ugh, 1 more flight then I can start dinner for Jake and me," she says to quietly motivate herself. I love that bastard but he have better peeled those potatoes, but he's probably still sleeping since he is working 3rd shift. Half the lights flicker then go out, "Shit!" she spits out as she misjudges her step and twists her ankle. "Now this really sucks, I can barely see anything and my foot is on fire." Just as she lifts her foot to start her climb up to the 6th floor a hand grabs her from behind throwing her towards a wall. As Christine stumbles to the wall to regain balance and relieve her foot, a large gloved hand covers her mouth. "Shut up," a man's' deep voice whispers in her ear. His hefty body is pressed flush against her back trapping her against the wall. Just as Christine opens her mouth to yell, a switchblade is pressed against her throat. The cool blade feels like ice against her sweating body. She feels tears begin to well up in her eyes but fights them back, only letting one escape down her cheek. "Listen up bitch, you give me what I want and I'll let you live to jog another day. I'm going to fuck you and I'm going to fuck you hard." After hearing him Christine began flailing and screaming into her attackers' hand. He chuckles at her struggles, "You're tired from your run, just give it up slut and remember if you keep fighting or yell I will either knock you out or kill you. Both of these options still leave me with a body to fuck. So either take it like a good whore or be a dead whore." Christine began shaking dreading whatever was going to happen next. She stood there, pushed up against that wall sobbing, hoping Jake would storm down those steps and save her. He's so close, half way up the stairs you can see our apartment. Christine could only stand there feeling him shifting his wait and moving his legs as he forced her further over to the dark corner. "Here's the deal," he began, "I don't care if you cum but if you do you will thank me for fucking you, and if it hurts, which I'm sure it will, you will still thank me." Christine began to feel his knife travel slowly down her chest to her stomach cutting her thin top in random spots. Though she is terrified at the thought of where he is going to put the blade the cold metal felt refreshing as it slid toward her navel. Goosebumps began to rise on her warm, damp skin and as she closed her eyes accepting her fate she was spun around, now with her back to the wall she was able to face the shadowed silhouette that looms over her. She could not make out any details but she could tell he was big, probably 6'3 with the shoulders of a linebacker. "Shh," he commanded as he swiftly stabbed the knife into a board above them, he then placed a hand on her throat and abdomen. His fingers nearly reaching all the way around her dainty neck. The hand on her stomach began slide up to her chest, her defenseless partially exposed breasts were his target. He firmly grabbed her left breast squeezing it, then her right. "I like these," he murmured seconds before grabbing her collar and ripping her shirt open. Her mouth and throat free Christine began to inhale to scream. As she opened her mouth he shoved a large piece of her shirt inside her gaping mouth. "You don't want to do that, you will spoil the fun," he joked. Like a puma he snatched Christine's' hands to force them above her head. Bringing his face only centimeters from hers to warn her, "If that cloth comes out of your mouth I will quickly choke you until you pass out . . . or die." Christine hated admitting it but he smelled, nice. He began switching her hands into one of his own allowing his free hand to explore her body. He startled her as he grabbed her ass and plunged his stubbly face into her chest. He was not gentle, he firmly sucked her right nipple into his mouth, roughly teasing it with his tongue, releasing it with an audible "pop." He then repeated the process to her left breast. This continued for several minutes, as she bit down on her gag holding back tears. His rough treatment of her nipples left her sore and sensitive, and yet slightly aroused. She could not ignore the fact that she enjoys having her nipples teased but this rough treatment has her both terrified and feeling aroused in a way she has never been before. Christine began to sob in shame as she realized she was slowly becoming wet. "There ya go, I bet that has your pussy all ready for me, well I hope, for your sake." Then just as quickly as before he spun her around, again pushing her face into the wall. "Behave. Now put your hands on the wall and keep that gag in your mouth." His large hands began to slowly caress her shoulders, then wander to her breasts as he lightly squeezed her sensitize nipples. Christine feeling helpless, could only close her eyes and pretend these were Jakes' hands that were making her feel this new uncharted pleasure. But just as quickly as it began it was over, no more gentle touch, the beast was back. In a flash his hands went from feeling like those of a lover to a monster tearing into its prey. He grabbed the back of her thin yoga pants, lifting to grab as much material as possible only to rip them wide open. Christine began to sob again as she felt the cool air on her bottom. In shock she just stood there waiting, her hands pressed firmly on the wall as her head hung low. She knew what was next. He had tricked her into arousal as a part of his sick game. With a thud and a clang his pants hit the floor. "Bitch you are about experience a new kind of hurt," she heard him spit on his hand then rub her slightly moist pussy. She hated herself for gasping in pleasure as he rubbed her swollen clit. He then put his whole hand over hot mound and began to rub like he was trying to start a fire. "Ungh...Errnn...gahwwwdd...nnnnno..." were the only noises that could be heard through Christine's make shift gag as she bit down and moaned through this extreme pleasure pain. Within 15 seconds Christine experienced an orgasm that left her weak, her legs soaked and her rapists hand drenched. Before she could come down from her euphoric high, the bastard crammed his entire cock into her overly sensitive passage. "UUHHNGGG!!" was all he heard as he shoved all 8.5 inches of his thick cock into his victims' cunt. His thrusts being so powerful Christine was lifted off the ground. "Awe, I bet that felt good, well at least it did for me." Christine, using all her remaining strength, began to brace herself for more torture but instead he held his considerable girth within her unprepared pussy. He chuckled as she dug her fingernails into the wall and sobbed. "Remember what I said? What do you say?" He began to slowly withdraw his weaponized prick from her womanly sheath allowing Christine a chance to finally catch her breath and begin to acclimate to the python forced inside her. Though her respite was short lived as he was again plunging himself balls deep into her defenseless vagina. "Say it," slam! "Say it," slam! "Say it bitch!" he then completely withdrew only to lunge into her pussy penetrating her so deeply he thought he felt the wall. Christine nearly collapsing from this abuse dug her nails into the wall, shrieking into her gag while experiencing another mind-blowing orgasm. Then again he drove his cock forward with all his strength, "say it," another power thrust, "say it," then another, but before he could say the words Christine gave him what he wanted. "Thhhnnnkk yyyyew!" she yelled into her gag. Her pussy felt like it was on fire, never had she wanted pain like this but with it came an intense pleasure she had only dreamt about. Christine began sobbing due to both shame and pleasure. She then felt the air mover all around her. He had again spun her around, they stood face to face but now he has her enveloped in his arms. Never had she been this afraid or excited. Still no light to reveal any details of this sexual brute. Christine realized she was merely a rag doll for this mysterious man to play with. He easily lifts her crotch to his waist before savagely spearing her pussy with his raging hard-on. The two simultaneously moan in pleasure as his cock bottoms out. Christine could only lay her head on his collar bone and desperately hold onto her brutalizers' shoulders as he continued violently impaling her on his cock. She did not know how much more her poor little pussy could take as he showed no signs of slowing down. His hands began to shift, she was worried to find out what was next. Then, surprisingly he turned them together in order to rest his back against the wall, taking a couple of steps away from it did he then place her hands around the back of his neck. Placing his forehead against hers he seductively whispers, "I know you want more. . ." then moving a hand from her ass to entwine his fingers into her thick, beautiful hair he then whispers "ride me." Christine shamefully looked down only for him to yank her hair back forcing eye contact, reminding her "I wasn't asking." Christine did her best to conceal the small smile stretching across her face but she knew he saw it.She then firmly grasped his neck and began to slowly writhe back and forth on his throbbing cock. Christine was grateful for the chance to go slow and gently but knew that "gentle" is not what either of them wanted. Slowly she began to pick up the pace and increase the speed in which she slid down his cock. His approval came in the form of him muttering "yes" and "fuck yea" along with him pulling her hair to really slam her down on his member. His moans of pleasure were modest but Christine was in another world as she moaned in sheer pleasure, she knew she could spit the gag out but she liked how it made her feel used. Just as Christine was really getting her rhythm, even enjoying having her hair being pulled, he again flips the script. He suddenly dropped to his knees, bringing her with him, then literally throwing her on the floor. Christine could only lay there sapped of all strength from the great sex, terrified he was going for the knife. To her surprise he slowly found his way to her, kissing her inner thighs and sensuously kissing his way to her chest. Surprisingly leaving her breasts alone he slid his arms under her to grasp her shoulders. Ironically, Christine felt safe and awaited his next move. He firmly gripped her shoulders and slid himself inside her. Both gasping in pleasure, she knew this game was coming to an end, but knows he will finish strong. Biting her lip and closing her eyes she felt waves of dark pleasure wash over her as the mystery man continued humping her. Slowly, with every thrust he would grip her shoulders and firmly pull her down to truly get in as deep as possible and Christine didn't want it any other way. His deliberate pace is both powerful and controlled. His control over his desire to finally reach his climax is a true showing of his endurance and will power. She fears his power over her. Christine writhes and digs her nails into his back as she anxiously awaits another chance to cum. He stares passionately into her eyes as he pulls her in at the same time as a quick powerful thrust locking them together. He then stops, holding his throbbing cocking fully sheathed inside her. Christine on the verge of tears in anticipation for the single greatest orgasm ever experienced spits out her gag to growl "fuck me blind you fucking bastard." She can barely make out a smile creep over his face moments before replying "Thank you." He grasps her shoulder with one hand then a handful of hair with the other then gives her the most powerful thrusts he can muster. He buries his face in her neck by her ear as he furiously fucks her. He whispers horrible things: "you like getting raped bitch," "you like my cock slut," "I'll come back for your asshole next" hearing these horrible things only made Christine cum harder. She could feel herself squirt all over herself and the wonderful bastard inside her. Moments later he gripped her shoulder so hard she feared he drew blood as he gave several final thrusts before unleashing a torrent of cum inside her abused cunt. The heat from his sperm was shocking as she felt she was on fire. This momentary distraction was all her rapist needed to slip away, slipping his pants on grabbing his knife as well as her license. Looking at her license he says, "Thanks, 'Christine', I know where you live. Be smart and keep quiet." Christine, unable to move due to exhaustion, is now left alone in her tattered clothing. Crying, she looks around while using her shaking hands to cover her ravished body. "No, no, why . . . why me," Christine sobs as she rises from the floor in order to stumble to her apartment. With tears streaming down her face dreading having to tell Jake what happened, but she knew she didn't have to tell him how good it felt. She has a quick flash back to those intense thrusts, then feels a curious tingle between her legs at the idea of being mounted by that brute again. Reaching for her door she notices a note taped to it reading: "I'll give you your license back when I get home from work. You should hide your diary better, now I know what you really want. Sincerely your "rapist" Jake." Christine's jaw dropped. That bastard is the one who fucked her like an animal, not some stranger? She quickly opened the door, then inside she could only smile and think "I love that bastard." Then heading to the shower she began to think of what could possibly happen next time and take care of that tingle between her legs.