Marnie endured two situations, which had a compounding affect on her life both
physically and mentally.  One was a couple of scenes she made in a movie under
duress, and another was at her husband's office building in a conference room.
Central to these incidences were a man named Larcher, and his kid Jeff.  Marnie
earlier found herself with these two in a compromising position, to avoid
threats they were making toward her daughter.

Since that time, Marnie had gotten herself into deeper water, but managed to
keep her family clear of it.  It was becoming harder to do though, because her
husband, Roger, and her daughter, Brenda, were growing increasingly concerned
about the changes they were noticing in her.  Specifically, she had an increased
sexual appetite; she was shorter with them as if on a diet or trying to quit
smoking; she was more emotional and prone to breaking into tears for no apparent
reason that they could tell; and, Marnie was occasionally finding excuses to be
out of the house in the evenings and week-ends.

It was going to be another stretch of a couple of days where Roger would be
traveling to visit his territory for his paper company.  Marnie was concerned,
because she was using Roger in the mornings and evenings to keep her increased
sexual appetite in check.  She begged him at the airport not to go this month.
She kissed him passionately, put his hand on her pussy through the front of her
jacket, and tried to get him to move it all around, but he was conscious of all
the other people around at the departure drop off, and pulled it out wondering
who might smell her on his hand before he could get a chance to wash it.

With Marnie in a constant state of heat from "pulling the train" at a movie set
and a more recent gangbang in a conference room, she found herself becoming
something of a flirt.  Being married, she felt she had to keep this at the
fantasy stage, but she was instinctively practicing for the possibility that she
would have to attract someone to help her clip her horns one day, and it might
not be Roger.

The sexual frustration and tension throughout her body created a compulsion that
Marnie had never known the likes of before.  She decided on a course of action
that she never would have dreamed of in a million years.  Her plan was to
interview some professionals to learn as much as she could about faceless sex,
and how to deal with her increasing urges toward becoming a slut.  She went to
an area of town that streetwalkers could be seen frequenting.  She parked a
couple of blocks off of the thoroughfare, and walked to the main avenue.  She
was not quite dressed like the pros, but then she was not dressed exactly like
herself either.  She wore a red mid-thigh mini and a white tight sleeveless,
knit turtle neck top, and heels.  As she approached the Avenue from the side
streets, her heart was beating faster and faster.  As she turned to walk down
the street, she experienced eyes upon her of all kinds.

There were the cars that slowed as they passed; there were the threatening
stares by the hookers who had staked out territories, and who would watch her
with intimidating looks to make sure that she would continue to pass; there were
the kids in cars that laughed and pointed; and, there were the ladies, like
herself, who would glance with disgust at the sight of her.  "Whom can I talk
to?"  She agonized.  "That one?  No, she looks too mean.  Her? No, she looks
ill.  Over there?  No, here comes a guy."  Marnie searched for that one person
she could confide in and pump for information.

"There.  That one.  I hope she is willing to talk."  Marnie thought, as she
watched a young woman straightening her clothes and redoing her makeup in a
storefront window, after just being let out of a car.  Marnie approached.  After
summoning up all of her courage she asked, "Can I buy you some coffee, lunch or
something?"

"Who are you?  What do you want?  I'm not into women, you know."  The hooker
said.

"I need to talk to someone about something.  I was hoping you could give me a
few minutes."  Marnie confessed.

"People pay me for my time, Honey."  She challenged.

"I'll pay you.  Here's fifty bucks.  Will you sit with me in that café there,
and talk to me for a few minutes?"

The hooker took the money, put it in her clutch bag, looked around to see if
anybody was watching her, and went into the cafe with Marnie.

They ordered light meals.  "So what's eating you so much that you would want to
talk to me?  I'm a total stranger to you.  I can tell you are uncomfortable in
this part of town, and this is the kind of money to that you would pay to a
therapist."  She asked of Marnie.

"Well, you see, I have this problem.  Well wait, let me back up.  I'm being
blackmailed."  The hooker's eyes widened with interest.  "This man thinks he can
have his way with me whenever he wants it.  And he can, you see.  He knows where
I live, he has threatened to unleash his kid and the kid's friends on my
daughter, and he has some embarrassing circumstances on me that could ruin my
marriage."  The hooker looked on with interest but little sympathy.  "He has
been gradually making it so that I need sex all of the time.  My husband can't
satisfy me completely any more, and the man doesn't demand sex of me often
enough for that to cure the problem either."  The hooker began to look a little
more confused.  "What I want to do is fix it so I have just a normal sex drive
again that I can enjoy with my husband, which will give me time to clear my head
so I can concentrate on figuring out a way out of my mess with this blackmailer.
Frankly, if he were to call me right now, I'd go without hesitation, even though
I know he would find a way to make it humiliating and embarrassing for me.  I
sort of figured that a professional like you would know how to turn the drive on
and off to maintain your balance with what you do."

"Honey, you've come to the wrong place.  I've got the hots all the time.  That's
why I do this.  If I were an alcoholic, I'd probably be working in a bar.  The
only way I know to turn it off, Baby, is to get it on.  The beauty of this is
that you get paid for it."  She said brightly.

"But, do you enjoy it with everyone you do it with?"  Marnie asked amazed.

"Honey, you've got to take the good with the bad.  Sometimes I've got to go with
quantity over quality, but then that's good for business you see."  She said
advisedly.  "I have a few rules, though.  I don't kiss on the lips, it's just my
thing; I don't allow them to cum in me without rubbers, I bring my own; and, no
rough stuff, my man sees to that."

"Your man?"  Marnie asked for clarification.

"Yeah.  You know, what you'd call a pimp."  She responded.  "I make sure I get
my money's worth from dealing with a pimp.  Unlike these other broads around
here though, he don't own me.  We are business partners, and I keep it that
way."  She said.

"How does that work, exactly?"  Marnie asked.

"You sure do have a lot of questions.  I just get this feeling that they will go
on and on.  Let me ask you something.  How old are you, thirty something?"

Marnie felt like she could tell more truth, "39".

"Well, I'm 24, and technically, you are old enough to be my mother, so what do
you say we make this a 'take your mother to work day'.  You can see for yourself
what it is all about."  The hooker said.  

Marnie was shocked; she didn't actually want to enter this zone; she just wanted
to learn from it.  "But, but . . ."

"Here, pay the lady and come with me."  The hooker said while holding on to her
upper arm, impatiently.  "We'll hang out at my spot together, and we'll pick up
a mark that's into a three-way. I'll show you what it's all about.  The longer I
stay in here though, the more money is slipping through the cracks."

Before Marnie could protest, the hooker was pulling her out the door and down
street to a few feet before a bus stop.  "I really don't think I . . ." Marnie
started to say before being interrupted.

"Here, I'll hold your arm to advertise us as a package.  Just walk a little bit
with me.  Yes that's it.  Now smile for that car.  Yes.  We'll get one, don't
worry.  Quick walk this way.  I know that creep.  
We've got to put up the 'Not For Sale' sign.  Good.  You wouldn't want that
bastard for your first trick."  The hooker said.

"I don't think I should be doing this, really.  It's illegal.  I'm a housewife.
I don't even know your name."  Marnie protested.

"Oh is that it.  Most people call me 'Ginger', but my real name is Susan.  Call
me 'Ginger', though.  It will work out better.  So now, let's see if we can
interest this one.  He has a nice car.  Fuck!  I know what we have to do.  Here
tuck this in.  Better yet, lose the bra too.  Yeah, much better.  Let me find
those safety pins.  Damn where are they, oh here they are.  I'm just going to
hem this up temporarily."  Ginger said, as she tucked the tail of Marnie's top
up under itself so the bottoms of her breasts were almost visible, and hemmed
her mini-skirt to a couple of inches below her crotch.  "You look great.  Now
that's the bait we need.  Okay here comes another nice car.  Smile.  That's it.
Okay, now leave the talking to me." Ginger instructed.

Ginger walked up to the half open window, leaned on the door, and talked.
Marnie began to notice her young firm ass under the short skirt, and tried to
fantasize how a man would react to the sight before her.  Marnie took in
everything about her.  She decided then and there to let this young woman become
her mentor and teacher.  For the rest of the day, she was going to allow Ginger
show her this new world and see what she would see.

Ginger came back to Marnie on the sidewalk, and said,  "We're going to ride with
him to a nice part of town for a couple of hours.  Are you ready for some action
to take care of that problem you were talking about?"

Marnie nodded. Ginger pulled out her cell phone, made a call, walked around to
the front of the car as she spoke, then punched in a few numbers and said,
"Okay, let's go.  Here, you can get in back."  She said while holding the door
open for Marnie.

Once inside, Marnie was taken by the rich black leather interior, with gadgets
and features galore.  She lowered her tinted glass window to allow some of the
man's cologne to escape the car.  He said,  "Hey Sweetie, I've got the air on,"
and he sent her window back up from the front.  Marnie just sat and watched
Ginger work herself over to the man's side.  She put her left hand on the man's
right shoulder and her right hand probably in the man's groin, Marnie surmised,
by the man's reaction.

"How long before we get there?"  Ginger asked.  "Bonnie and I are ready for this
monster to be released."

"So my name is Bonnie now."  Marnie thought to herself.

Soon they were parking at the entrance of a large residence in the circular
driveway.  They entered the house into a two story front hall with a large
stylish stairway.  As you looked straight ahead you could see an elaborate pool
area through some French doors.

"Let's retire to the pool for some fun in the sun."  The man directed.

As they entered the back yard, they first went through a covered patio before,
being immersed into the sunshine of an elaborate garden and pool area.  The
space was surrounded by an eight-foot cement and brick wall with plants and ivy
covering the expanse, so the limitation of the wall was disguised.  

"Why don't you help each other out of those clothes, slowly."  He said as he sat
down in a chaise lounge with the sun to his back.

Ginger began by placing her fingertips on Marnie's top at the folded hem.
Marnie balked.  She mistakenly assumed that she could remain an observer.  Then
she relaxed, as she had decided to put her faith in Ginger and leave caution
aside.  Ginger slowly pulled the top up, but stopped when Marnie's face was
covered and her arms were raised.  She looked at the man and looked at Marnie's
beautiful tits and palmed her nipples in a circular motion to raise them to
stiff gumdrops.  Marnie pushed her hips back and bent her knees trying to pull
away from the exquisite sensations without actually pulling away.  When the top
was off, Ginger turned Marnie away from the man and unzipped the skirt and let
it slowly slide down her strong legs while tracing her fingers down her backside
and legs.  Marnie was getting wet between her legs now from the excitement of
this daring afternoon, the warm sun on her naked body, and Ginger's arousing
touch.  "Your turn Bonnie."  Ginger said.

Ginger stood before the man, staring seductively into his eyes, as Marnie
approached.  Marnie chose to slowly roll the tight top up Ginger's body,
stopping first so that the rolled material rested across her nipples, but
leaving the bottoms of her jutting young tits exposed.  Following Ginger's lead,
Marnie caressed the exposed undersides of Ginger's breasts, eliciting a look of
surprise mixed with appreciation from Ginger.  When she started rolling again,
Ginger lifted her arms in the air, anticipating that Marnie would be pulling the
top off her now, but Marnie left it rolled up above her breasts and below her
arms.  She started to roll Ginger's nipples in her fingertips to increase her
arousal as Ginger had done to her.  Then, instead of taking the top off, she
went to Ginger's spandex tube skirt and started rolling it down her hips.  When
she got to Ginger's thin strip of trimmed pubic hair, she stroked it as she
watched the man's reaction.  Ginger's eyes closed and she bent at the waist
slightly in response to the unexpected touch.  Marnie continued to roll the tube
skirt down until it was a band around her knees.  So, with Ginger voluntarily
holding her arms above her head, and her legs held together at her knees, Marnie
guided her to turn around with her back to the man, and glided her palms around
Ginger's butt cheeks to demonstrate the smoothness, firmness, and curves.  By
this point, Ginger was padding on one foot to the next from sexual arousal.
Finally, and mercifully, Marnie slipped the top off, then the bottom.

Now, both women, one younger and more nubile and the other more mature, but in
very good shape, stood before the man awaiting further instructions.  He sat
contemplating the sight before him.  Ginger took up the lead, grabbed Marnie's
hand and started moving them to either side of the man, when he stopped them.
"Kiss while you play with each other's cunts."  He directed.

"I told you up front, I don't kiss marks and I don't do women." Ginger said in
an authoritative tone.  "But we'd be happy to do you."  She said in a more
seductive tone.  Then she started moving up toward him again.

"No, wait, I didn't ask you to kiss me, I asked you to kiss each other.  I'll
double what we agreed on and I won't ask you to do oral on each other.  I'd just
like to see who can get the other off first. 
Here's fifty dollars to the winner."  He said, as he put the money down between
his legs.  "All I ask is that you stay kissing and working the other's pussy
with a hand.  The first one to break the kiss due to orgasm loses, and to the
winner goes the spoils.  Deal?" He asked.

Ginger and Marnie looked at each other for clues to their thinking. This didn't
appeal to Marnie any more than it did to Ginger.  Marnie decided to stand behind
Ginger's decision to turn down the offer, but then Ginger put her hand on the
back of Marnie's head and started kissing her.  Then Ginger's other hand went to
Marnie's crotch.  Ginger's eyes were closed and her actions had intention.
Marnie's eyes were wide open in shock and her hands were hanging listlessly at
her sides.  When Ginger's touch was starting to work on Marnie's arousal, Marnie
put her hand on Ginger's pussy to give her back some of the same. 

The man watched with delight as the two women positioned themselves trying to
maintain good balance to work their opponent to their proper advantage, while
struggling with the sensations the other was creating between their own legs.
Subtle strategies developed, like if one of them was holding the heads together
in a kiss with one hand, the other woman was free to use her second hand on the
opponent's nipples.  When one would back her cunt away from the other's hand,
due to the intensity of the sensation, the other would bring her hips real close
and hug around the waist sensing victory.  It amounted to a seesaw battle
between two hot vixens that both wanted to cum themselves, but wanted to win the
game just a little more.  The edge went to Marnie, because she wasn't as
comfortable with her body in front of this stranger as Ginger was with hers.
Besides, the humiliation of being brought to orgasm at the hands of another
woman was unappealing enough to keep her from crossing that final line.

Ginger, on the other hand, who would ordinarily be in better control of her body
for this, broke from the kiss, put her hands at her side, bowed her legs out,
tilted her head back, and let Marnie finish her off in a shuddering orgasm that
saw her slowly collapse to the cement panting.  Marnie was amazed at watching
and having a hand in another woman's orgasm.  She stood dumbfounded for a few
minutes, momentarily forgetting the sexual tension she had built up in herself
and was in need of relieving so desperately.

"Bravo!"  The man exclaimed.  "Come here and collect your winnings."

Ginger looked on in envy as Marnie picked up the cash between the man's legs.
He brushed her left nipple with the back of his hand as she bent down for her
prize.  Then he hooked his hand around her upper leg just below her left cheek.
This kept Marnie momentarily in place at his side.  Then he slid a couple of
fingers from his left hand in along Marnie's vulva.  "Now, what would it take to
have you kiss Bonnie's lips here?"  He asked hopefully.

"You're playing with me.  You know that is out of the question." Ginger said
sharply.

"So, Ginger Honey, come here stand next to me on this side here."  She got up
and stood at his left side.  "Great.  Now both of you face my feet.  That's it.
Now bend over and touch your ankles.  Good.  Now, let's talk about it."  He
said, as he put his fingers from each hand on each vulva, and began stroking in
unison.  "There has to be some way, some price that would make a simple request
like mine worth it to you.  Now what would it be?"  

Ginger rose up from her position.  "Now see here . . ."

"Back in position while we talk, okay?"  She went back down.

"You are paying us to come here and get you off.  In fact you are paying us
double because we played your little game.  Now what do you want us to do to get
you off?"  Ginger said, while upside-down.

"What really gets me off is watching two really hot women, like you two, get
each other off.  If you could make an exception, I could make it worth your
while.  If not, then I'd like to be sucked silly.  What will it be?"  He posed.

"We'll suck you 'silly'." Ginger said for the two of them.

Marnie just looked at Ginger wondering what this day would bring next.

"Stay right here while I get something, and I'll be right back."  He said as he
left to go inside the house.  When he got back, Ginger and Marnie were standing
next to the chair.  In one hand he had a large double-ended dildo.  "Move over
here.  Now stand back to back.  A little farther apart.  Okay, bend over at the
waist and I'll help this in.  No, you can do it."  He said.

When he had them connected by the dildo, back-to-back, hands on their knees, he
undid his pants and stepped out of them along with his briefs.   He wobbled his
cock to an erection watching their faces adjusting to the initial pain the
oversized dildo was making, as it stretched their pussies.  Admiring Marnie's
hanging tits, he approached her first and put his good-sized cock in her mouth.
As he fucked her mouth, she moved slightly to his rhythm, moving the dildo in
her snatch, as well as Ginger's.   "At least she had some hope of getting her
horns clipped now that something was stuffed inside of her." Marnie thought.

Marnie actually felt skewered, a rod at both ends, sending sensations through
her as if they were connected.  When the man pulled his cock out to go around to
Ginger, Marnie was relieved, because she didn't like the way he was holding the
top and back of her head while he pumped her face.  Ginger, on the other hand,
took it like the pro that she was.  She tried all of her tricks with her mouth
to bring him off as quickly as she knew how.  Just as he was about to cum, he
withdrew.   

He walked in front of Marnie again.  This time he held his cock up out of the
way and ordered her to lick his balls.  As she licked, he gradually moved back
forcing her to take a small step.  This pulled the dildo out of their cunts a
little.  Then he crowded her somewhat, and she had to move back onto it.  Both
Ginger and Marnie started to moan as he repeated this maneuver.  He went back to
Ginger and tried the same maneuver on her, but she sucked his balls into her
mouth and laved them with her tongue, more or less trapping him at his game.
The man started to moan now, and she sucked harder to get him over the brink.
He let his cock go and reached out to put his hands on her back for support
moaning louder now, eyes rolling up under his lids, trying to buck, but being
held by the balls in Ginger's mouth.  He might have started to experience a
twinge of pain, as he put his hands on her chin and forehead to signal her to
let go of his jewels.  Then he pumped her mouth like there was no tomorrow,
having her rock her butt forward and back to the motion.  All three were
moaning.  First the man came, thrusting hard into Ginger's mouth.  Then Ginger
came first stiffening, then bending her weak knees as she lowered herself to the
ground.  

This left Marnie bent forward with the dildo sticking out between her legs with
no one to give it the required motion to take her over the limit.  She
alternatively crunched her stomach and swayed her back trying to give it the
motion she needed.  This made the dildo sway up and down and around giving her
stimulating sensations, but not the thrusting in and out she so desperately
craved right then.  She became acutely aware of the lewd wanton display she was
making in front of these two strangers, and slowly began to ease up on her
efforts in the interest of achieving some measure of decorum before them.  Now
she really was going to go mad.  She beat herself up inside, scolding herself
for not just taking matters in her own hands, even if it meant a lewd display in
front of strangers.  She would never see them again and she would have the
temporary relief she was obsessed with achieving.  It actually was bringing her
to tears, that she tried to fight back bravely.  

Ginger settled the business over the transaction and asked to be dropped back
off at the avenue where they were originally picked up. The man called a cab,
and gave them cab fare.  In the cab, Ginger became a little more concerned for
her.  "Is our 'take your mother to work day' frustrating you even more?"  She
asked.

Marnie nodded, with bitten lower lip and swollen teary eyes.

"Well, lets troll for one that will do the trick for us, okay?" Ginger said to
reassure her.  Marnie didn't respond; she just stared blankly out the window,
feeling a little hopeless about her circumstances.

Back at Ginger's street office, she worked on cheering Marnie up so they could
attract a better class of trick.  After several that drove by and a couple
Ginger turned away, a nice car pulled up with some suits in it.  Marnie waited
as Ginger negotiated the deal.  She got on her cell phone, spoke to what
appeared to be a message machine and punched in the license plate number of the
car.  Two gentlemen got out of the car and each held a door.  Ginger got in the
front and Marnie got in the back.  When they were all in the car, Marnie and
Ginger were sandwiched between two suits.  Marnie had the eerie thought that,
"for all intents and purposes, this could be a car full of 'Rogers.'"

They pulled into a nice hotel.  It was after the lunch hour so the bar was all
but empty.  The suits encouraged a couple of quick rounds and they all retired
to a nice room one of the men procured.  After everyone checked out the features
of the room, the men started sitting around the room on side chairs and the edge
of the bed, slouched and their knees hanging wide apart.  

"Dance for us."  The driver asked of them.

Marnie started to follow Ginger's lead.  Having another woman in the room with
her was somewhat comforting.  She had experienced this kind of humiliation all
alone in the past.  When Ginger started to tease the men with her top, Marnie
tried to match her movements.  In the past, Marnie had to imagine what movements
would be sexy to these male observers.  Now she was watching and modeling the
work of a pro.  When they were bent at the waist and sliding their skirts down
the backs of their legs, a camera flashed.  The two stood up shocked and
vulnerable.  Ginger turned to face the offender Marnie was following just behind
when, FLASH, another picture shot off.  Ginger managed to get a hand up in front
of her face and Marnie was caught in profile.  Ginger approached the man and
took the camera out of his hand.  

"No pictures!  Or we leave."  Ginger ordered.

Marnie was glad Ginger was there again, because she was ballsy enough to take on
all four men like that.  Marnie felt she had a lot to learn.

"If you want picture modeling, we'll do it at another time and place, okay?"
Ginger asked as she scanned the room for eye contact with each one.

"I need another drink."  One guy announced and called room service.

"Here, on the bed you two." Another one ordered, as Ginger and Marnie complied.
"Now, touch each other and get each other hot."

"We don't do each other.  We are here to do you.  I thought you understood."
Ginger said from the bed.

"I'm not asking you to do each other, I'm asking that you help each other get
ready for us."  He clarified, as Ginger started to feel Marnie's ample breasts
and Marnie started to reciprocate.   They helped each other get lubricated, as
they watched the four men stand around the bed and drop their drawers.

Ginger's hand went to Marnie's snatch, as the men put their hands on their
cocks.  Marnie started to work Ginger's, and found her wetter than herself
already.  Everything stopped momentarily, when the one who ordered the booze and
extra cups took the delivery through the cracked door and passed the tip through
the same.  

He walked back to the bed with a bottle of bourbon in each hand and extra
plastic cups held to the bottles by his fingers.  His cock bobbed and weaved in
anticipation of a warm place to put it.  When he got back to the bed, he went to
the bedside table and set up an impromptu bar, and poured drinks for everyone.
When everyone had about five ounces ready, he proposed a toast.  "Here's to the
two foxiest chicks in this here borough."  Marnie, loosened up a bit by the part
of the toast that was complimentary. She would have otherwise turned down the
drink, but began to keep pace with the others as they started to down the round
of booze.

With the added warmth inside starting to send a wave of relaxation to her brain,
Marnie started to snuggle a little bit with Ginger, her teacher and protector.
She was starting to enjoy the sensations between her legs more, and cared less
about doing theater in the round for these strangers.

As the women started to squirm, the men had the need to switch from watching to
burrowing their rockets. Marnie and Ginger were nudged and guided to the corners
at the foot of the bed.  Ginger stopped the progress and announced, "My friend
here needs to get off first and really good.  If any of you want to do me, you
have to do her good, and she'd better be smiling, understand?  Okay then.  Now,
if you've got em, wear them, otherwise, you can use some of these."  She said as
she fanned out an array of condoms.

The men were a little shocked by all of this, but agreed to the challenge, and
sheepishly and reluctantly put on the protection provided.  Marnie was placed
with her hands on the corner for support as she bent forward at the waist.
First the driver came forward and put his cock at her lips.  "Lets get this
lubricated, shall we, so it will help you 'smile' not hurt."  He suggested.

Marnie had gotten used to sucking cock, since she met Larcher, so her gag reflex
was all but gone by now.  Plus, Larcher would never have considered using
protection like this.  For Marnie now, this was a slide on ice.  She worked his
cock, and put one hand up on his balls to feel them churning and tightening up
in their sack.  He pulled out with a moan and went around to her rear and pushed
his cock into her cunt to the hilt, held it there for a second and then started
pumping full thrusts, in and out.  A second man took up his place in Marnie's
mouth.  She repeated the sucking and holding with him as she was nearing a
climax with the first one.  With the condom, though, she couldn't get the same
amount of friction she was accustomed to, so when he shot his load, both he and
Marnie were disappointed.  The man, whose balls she was subconsciously
squeezing, was in agonizing pain, as he alerted her by putting his hands on her
hand to get her to release.

"Oh, I'm sorry." Marnie said panting, wanting someone back in her fast.

A third man arose to the occasion but went straight for her slippery slit, not
wanting the same treatment as his predecessor.  He was a cuntful, and Marnie was
up for this one as she was getting over the initial discomfort of being
stretched.  As he started pumping, he would stop and slap Marnie's butt.  Then
he would proceed again, stopping to slap, and alternating her cheeks.  Each time
he did this Marnie would swing her head around with a questioning expression
amidst the look of sexual abandon that pervaded her face.

Marnie's eyes closed to thin slits as she was moaning.  The fourth man quickly
got in front of her to have her moaning on his cock.  The man in her cunt was
making her rock forward and back in a smooth rhythm, which was translating to
the man in her mouth.  Ginger came along side her and pinched her nipples to
encourage her.  The man in her cunt was thrusting and spanking her together now
in a rhythm.  Marnie was bucking wildly and couldn't get the guttural sounds out
that she was making involuntarily with the fourth man's cock in her mouth.  Then
her whole world exploded. The man in her cunt rutted his orgasm forcefully into
her cunt.  Marnie took it as she orgasmed out the end of every nerve in her
body, muffled by the man in her mouth himself cumming to his shock and
disappointment in her mouth, not being able to hold off for later.

After the dust settled a bit, Ginger piped up, while pointing at the third man,
"Well, you, big guy, get to do me know."
 
The other three were sullen.  The 'big guy' was not ready, so there was a stand
off.  Marnie was in her own world for a few minutes, luxuriating in the
afterglow of finally getting what she needed so badly.  Ginger spoke to the
others,  "You still have a chance with me. Do her again."

They looked puzzled and sorry for themselves.

"I didn't say you have to get it up for her again, there are other ways to get
her off.  Try licking her twat.  The way she is right now, she should be a piece
of cake for you.  Then I'll give you the ride of your life, if you're
successful."  Ginger offered.

The second man pushed the driver out of the way on his way to Marnie. She was
now lying with her back on the bed, arms outstretched above her head, legs off
the edge, with her knees hanging apart.  She was oblivious to the openly lewd
display she was making.  The only thing on her mind was the victory in having a
satisfying climax to her sexual frustration, finally.  The second man approached
her on his knees.  He licked her pussy a couple of times from back to front.
When Marnie started to respond a bit to the fresh sensation, he stood up and put
his cock head at the opening of her cunt.   She opened her eyes to see him over
her as he pushed his cock all the way in.  Marnie couldn't look at him while he
impaled her.  He wasn't Roger and this seemed too intimate for her in this
position.   She tried closing her eyes and imagining it was Roger, but the man's
technique and rhythm were all wrong for that.  She tried keeping her head turned
to the side, but the consciousness of this stranger on top of her, and the
stares of the other strangers in the room, kept her from losing herself in the
moment.

Finally, Marnie pushed him off of her, turned over, so her legs were spread wide
on the floor, and buried her face in the triangle of clasped hands and opened
elbows supporting her weight on the bedspread, like an ostrich with her head in
the sand.  Unconsciously hiding from this lewdest of possible displays, she
awaited his cock, his tongue, his fingers, anything he would use on her,
resigned to take whatever pleasure she could get from this humiliating day.  He
fingered her cunt for targeting and pushed his cock back in.  He banged her with
an upward sweeping stroke so his balls would mash up against her clitoris.
Again, Ginger sat on the edge of the bed next to her and played with Marnie's
hard nipples.  Marnie arched her back down, pushing her face into the bedspread
more, muffling her groans, as she was being brought to higher and higher zones
of sexual pleasure. Ginger took hold of both nipples and pinched so that the
added pain to the pleasure between her legs set off an unusually intense orgasm
for Marnie.  She bent her knees in a frozen stance as the man continued to pump
her to his own orgasm, which set Marnie off again when he finally came, although
she nearly passed out.

Marnie needed a few minutes before she was willing to take on any more cummers,
as she rolled up into a fetal position contemplating how it was possible to
experience such intense sexual pleasure with total, faceless strangers.

The driver and the fourth guy were anxious to get their ticket punched for a
shot at Ginger.  While the other two were getting their batteries recharged,
Ginger decided to give the fourth guy a pass, because he came in Marnie's mouth
when she was going over her limit, a case of being in the wrong place at the
right time.  So at the end of the bed, Ginger assumed the position Marnie had
just assumed, and Marnie dragged herself back into position herself.  The driver
started to lick and suck Marnie's cunt.  He didn't want to leave her behind this
time, if he came in her again.  The fourth guy did the same to Ginger matching
the driver's action.  He wanted the little extra time to get himself back up for
the mounting occasion.  

So, with two eager tongues working their pussies, Marnie reached out with her
left hand and Ginger met her with her right.  Marnie cupped her hand on Ginger's
elbow and Ginger turned her hand over Marnie's. They looked at each other.
Ginger was asking with her eyes, "was that good for you?" and Marnie was saying
an appreciative "Thank you" with hers.  They both closed their eyes and let
their rutters do their thing.  Marnie was pretty much left alone after this last
fairly decent orgasm, and curled up on the pillows watching Ginger at work with
the others.  This was quite an education.  She would have a lot to sort out.

When she met Roger at the airport, she nearly jumped his bones right there in
front of everyone.  She couldn't wait to get him home.  He would have to be
taught about spanking, nipple pulling, and . . .