****** Valley of Desire by Glenn Beuhring ******
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Valley of Desire


Being on the road used to make Max depressed. He spent weeks driving from town
to town talking to strangers all day and spending the nights alone in one rat
trap motel after another. He would lay there on the bed, thinking of his
gorgeous wife waiting for him at home, worrying that a young woman like her
would not be content to spend the nights alone. It was in this state of mind
that he found himself in when there was a knocking at the door.

Quickly he threw on his pants and approached the door. As old instincts kicked
in, he checked the peep hole before opening the door. In awe, he found himself
looking at a vision of such beauty that he suddenly thought that he must be
dreaming. The girl was 18 at most with blonde pig tails hanging over her
shoulders. She wore a girl scout uniform complete with merit badges pinned to a
sash that hung over her shoulder.

"It's the middle of the night," he thought as he opened the motel door.

"Good evening," spoke the proper young lady that greeted him with a smile. I am
selling blow jobs to earn my next merit badge. Would you like one?"

Well thought Max, this was just about the most inventive whore he'd ever come
across. He was about to politely turn her away when suddenly he realized that
he really did want a blow job. "How much?" he asked.

Still smiling the girl announced that it was a $20 donation.

"Sure. Why not?" As Max was getting ready to move out of the way and allow the
girl to enter his room, she suddenly dropped to her knees right there on the
sidewalk. Nervously, Max looked around and while not seeing anyone, expected at
any moment to be arrested or give some late night arrival to the motel a shock.

"Maybe..."

As he was about to suggest a more private local, the girl unzipped his fly and
with skill learned by practice swiftly fished out his rigid prick. When he
watched the soft lips envelope it, he completely gave up. Leisurely she slid
her mouth back and forth, not stopping until her chin rested against his balls.
She was good, he thought now bracing himself on the frame of the door for fear
that his even now weakening knees would buckle any moment.

Pressure built deep in his testicles and as the girl's tempo grew, he knew it
would not be long. Managing to open his eyes he noticed that she had stopped
her previous efforts resting the head of his prick on her tongue which
protruded from her wide open mouth. Just as the first burst of cum spilled
forth, she looked up into his eyes as if to say thank you. Pummeled again and
again by streams of gooey cum, she writhed her tongue about spreading it over
her lips. Max's knees did almost give out, though he managed to keep himself
standing. He expected the professional to spew out the tremendous load, instead
she wiped what dripped from her chin and licked it hungrily from her fingers.
She sat there feasting upon the sperm even as a middle aged woman walked by the
door.

Startled by this sudden intrusion, Max did nothing to cover or hide his now
softening member which dripped with sperm and saliva. The attractive woman just
looked and smiled at the scene and continued walking until she came to a room
which she then entered without even a second glance.

"Excuse me sir... Sir, I don't mean to be rude but I really have to be going."
Though in shock at the recent events, he managed to retrieve $20 and paying the
prostitute, he closed his door quickly.

A more restful sleep, he had never had. In the morning he was awake even before
he took his usual hot morning shower. He had time to stop for breakfast at the
motel diner and took the short walk across the parking lot. He was floating on
air as he entered the small but quaint establishment and found a seat at a
booth near the window. The feeling of bliss multiplied at the sight of the
beautiful waitress that approached him soon after he'd settled in. Looking
about the small diner, he noticed that there were only three people here.

A man sat in a far booth, and though his long graying hair gave him away as
being older, his physique and warm gracious smile gave an air of attractiveness
that even heterosexual men noticed. The cook, Max noticed was a dark skinned
woman with the most enchanting brown eyes he'd ever seen. Max found himself
watching her for several minutes through the little window that separated the
kitchen from the waitress' station. It then dawned on him that with the
exception of him everyone here was quite attractive in a unique way.

Even as he ordered his eggs and bacon, Max felt the stirring in his cock. The
waitress wore her blonde hair in an old fashioned beehive hairdo that seemed
out of place with the young face that smiled down at him as he gave his order.
Her beautiful green eyes seemed to sparkle and her full lips made you want to
kiss them to the point of being painful. Her body was stocky and full,
reminding him of Marilyn Monroe. After taking a sip of much needed water he
gave his order, loving the smile she gave him as she walked away.

As she left to put in his order, Max decided he better go to the bathroom
before he ate. The men's and woman's room were in the back side by side. He
entered the small room that housed only a urinal and a sink.

As he proceeded to relieve himself he heard the door to the ladies room to
open. Suddenly he noticed the hole in the wall just above the urinal. He'd
never done anything like this before but he couldn't resist the urge to lean
down and put an eye to the hole. Expecting to see nothing but a black dirty
hole he was stunned to see the lit room quite clearly. In delight, Max watched
as the figure of the waitress came into view in front of the toilet. Her
movements were slow and deliberate as she raised her knee length skirt,
revealing a garter belt which held her stockings in place. Hooking her fingers
on the waist of and a pair of white panties she lowered them until they fell to
the floor. Moaning aloud, Max gaped at the full round ass that was now revealed
to him. It was a thing of devine beauty unto itself. Max watch as she by
surprise sat on the seat of the toilet with her back to him. Then as he
observed the display, she reached between her legs. In this position he could
only see the movements of her arms and the slight movement of her ass as she
began rubbing herself. In amazement he gazed as her movements became more and
more urgent. Abruptly she raised off the seat, arching her back and completely
exposing her fingers that dug mercilessly into her parted flesh.

Afraid to touch his own flesh for fear that he would immediately explode, he
watched as the woman began to gyrate her hips, fucking her fingers that
continued their onslaught. Cries of rapture echoed through the small bathroom
announcing to all that she was in the thrall of an orgasm.

When it was over, she turned to sit on the toilet, resting from her exertion.
This seemed like a good opportunity for Max to make his escape. He quickly
tried to stuff his still hard cock back into his pants that seemed to have very
little room. He returned with a nervous gate to his booth, waiting for his
waitress and hoping he would be able to look her in the eye. The older
gentleman had left leaving just he and... that was funny, he thought. He
couldn't see the cook through the window either. Just as he was about to sit,
he heard a slight squeal that caught his curiosity. It sounded like it came
from the kitchen and as there was no one there to stop him he walked behind the
counter that separated the waitress station from the rest of the diner.

Once there, he had to stand on his tip toes to see the whole kitchen. Still he
couldn't see much so he stepped on the little shelf under the counter. With the
added support of his arms, he held himself there with ease, though his balls
were pinned up against the counter uncomfortably. With a slight adjustment they
now rested on the counter relieving him quite nicely.

He scanned the kitchen for only a second before finding the source of the
squeal which was just then followed by yet another. The cook he saw was down on
her knees and elbows. This position arched her back and caused her exquisite
ass to raise in the air. Max saw the cook's white pants bunched up around her
knees as the missing customer knelt behind her. From his vantage point, he
could see as the pale skin of the man's prick disappeared into the cook's anus
only reappearing after it could go no further. The older gentleman grasped her
hips but she was more that willing to rock back and forth, impaling herself on
his cock. As Max observed the show, he suddenly realized the scent of perfume
that just surrounded him. "May I help you with something?"

Though he attempted to drop to the floor, firm arms held him in position.
Turning his head he saw that his waitress had taken a position behind him and
hugged him around the waist. "Don't let me interrupt. I'll just help myself."

She now held him with her left hand, reaching with her right to unfasten his
belt and swiftly undo the front of his pants. Though certain he would end up in
jail and subsequently divorced from his wife, Max only watched as she slid his
pants and underwear to his ankles. He was quite aware that he was completely
naked from the waist down in a diner that might at any moment have an influx of
customers. As the heavenly creature grasped his hardened flesh, he realized one
thing. He didn't care.

Precum flowed from the tip, soaking him as well as coating her hand as it slid
from the base to the purple head. "Watch," she whispered. As instructed he
returned his gaze to the kitchen and watched as the man began to ram in and out
bringing more and more squeals from the ebony skinned beauty whose face he
could see expressed only delight as her ass was filled again and again with
increasing tempo. In spite of the fact that he was only slightly aware of his
surroundings, Max did notice the creamer container that his waitress placed in
front of his soon to explode cock.

With determination to see it to its end, he once again turned his full
attention to the couple. He could hear the sound of flesh slapping flesh as his
thighs smacked her ass cheeks. The cook was now screaming in tempo to his
thrusts which became more furious. Then with one final grunt he pulled free
from her hole and began to spew one large wad of cum after another. The white
goo could plainly be seen against the dark skin of the woman's ass. When the
flow subsided, Max watched the cook wipe it off, and hungrily slurp it from her
fingers as if it were the best thing she'd ever eaten.

Max would have fallen had it not been for the support of the waitress. The
eruption of his own cum drew all the strength from his knees. He observed that
his discharges were being aimed into the creamer container with very little
spillage. Only after he was completely drained did she cease pumping his now
sagging organ. She helped him fix his pants before releasing hold around his
waste and taking the cum filled container to the cooler.

Confused about the recent events, Max made his way out of the diner to his car
without another word. He sat there in the parking lot wondering if the whole
thing were some kind of sick dream and he was still sleeping in the motel.
After several minutes of silent pondering he came to the conclusion that if
this were a dream, he hoped he would never wake up. Though he was uncertain
about the reality of the situation, Max decided to proceed as if it were real.
He packed up his samples and began his day of selling useless junk to clueless
strangers. It sucked but it was what he did. He knew he had about an hour
driving through West Virginia mountains before he would reach any kind of
populated area.

All roads leading away from here were up a mountain. That is West Virginia
terrain. Before the interstate, it was downright dangerous for traveling
salesmen. Many slept in their trucks. In the winter this could be fatal.

After about a half hour of ascending the mountain road, he felt the sudden jerk
and knew that one of his tires had gone flat. Cursing to himself for not taking
more time for maintenance of his car, he pulled over on the very narrow
shoulder of the road. Only after 15 minutes of searching did he finally relent
to the fact that he had no jack.

He had seen an old house nestled in the trees back down the road. Maybe they
would be able to help him. Though he was tempted to think of this as a bad day,
the mornings activities would not allow him to make that claim. He briskly
walked back the way he came. You would think that walking down a hill would be
easy, however, to his discovery it took a lot of effort not to tumble down this
steep mountain road.

By the time he reached the little dirt driveway, he was exhausted. determined
to at least find a place to stay as the day was rather ruined for business
purposes, he marched along the driveway that disappeared into a grove of trees.
It dawned on him that you could not actually see the house from the road but
rather just the entrance.

So quickly did it happen that he had no time to react at all. The rustling of
the brush barely announced the ensuing burst of white flesh. The two girls
stampeded from the cover of the woods revealing their completely naked bodies.
The flowing of blonde curls caught his attention initially thought the even
longer chestnut mane could not be ignored. In utter amazement Max surveyed as
the slim but muscular bodies raced down the windy dirt driveway only to
disappear into the front door.

As Max neared the front porch of the run down house, the screen door screeched
open. Cautiously, a woman in her thirties, with curly, strawberry blonde hair
emerged.

"Can I help you?" she asked, a slight hint of caution escaping in her tone.

"Actually, my car has a flat. I was hoping I could borrow a jack?"

Smiling a warm smile as if she just realized that her worries were unfounded,
"Well you could but it would be with my husband, David and he ain't here right
now." Stopping in his tracks, he smiled. Thanks anyway, he said as he turned to
leave.

"Your welcome to wait. Would you like a glass of lemonade?"

Knowing that he will never make the trek down the mountain, Max turns back. "I
certainly would ma'am."

"My name is Diedre, not ma'am, but we'll forgive you this time."

"Well thank you Diedre and my name is Max."

Making his way up the porch steps and was greeted with a lovely smile.
Instantly, he became aware that she wore an apron and when she turned to enter
the house, he realized that that was all that she wore. The white cotton
covered the front of her to her knees, however, with the exception of a tied
string, her entire back and a quite lovely ass was laid open only framed by the
apron.

It had been years since he had more than one hard-on in one day. As if he were
18 again his cock filled again with blood and desire. As we walked through a
comfortable but casual living room the stark naked girls lay on pillows in
front of a television set, their attentions drawn to it. Their young, ripe
bodies did nothing to recede the lust that brought him to life. He sat at an
old kitchen table while Diedre went to the refrigerator. His eyes were unable
to look anywhere but the full, round bottom that swayed as she walked. She
filled two glasses of cold lemonade and returned to the table. Smiling, she set
one before him and sat in the chair to the right. As she was turned towards
him, folding one leg across the other, Max had a wonderful look at her short
but well muscled legs. Inwardly he was embarrassed that his libido was so out
of control, though outwardly he smiled while keeping most of his lower body
hidden by the table.

The cold liquid did wonders for his current physical state and in one gulp the
glass was empty leaving only ice to clink as he set it down.

"Don't you want to take care of that Max?" she asked.

Confused he looked up into the woman' eyes. "Take care of what?"

"Your cock. Don't you want to take care of that? It has to be uncomfortable,
all scrunched up like that."

Max could say or do nothing save stare in her face.

"Are you all right?" she asked, suddenly concerned that her guest was ill.
Blinking once or twice, he looked around the kitchen. "When is your husband
coming home?"

"In a few hours. Why?"

"Don't know," Max said fidgeting in his seat. "Thought you might be worried
about him."

"Oh no, he can take care of himself"

That was cold, Max thought, for such a sweet looking girl. "Well, where?"

"Here is good if you'd like."

"Um, what about your daughters?"

"You'd like for them to join us? Well, ok... Pamela...Angela, would you come
here?!"

"What!?"

Instantly the two naked girls charged into the room with the energy of youth.
"What Mom?" they asked in unison.

"Max has invited you to join us."

"Yeah!" they screamed in exultation. He was quickly surrounded by the two girls
who enfolded him in their arms from opposite sides, taking turns kissing him.
Their tongues were sweet and with each slither the concern of the situation
faded away.

During this time, Max noticed Diedre had thrown her left leg over him,
straddling his lap while leaning forward across the table. Coming up for air
the traveling salesman examined the round ass before him. Passion overcame him
commanding him to discard his clothes which fell to the kitchen floor. Standing
in a strangers kitchen was not unusual enough but the offering of this
incredible ass while two teenage girls guided your prick into the pussy of
their mother was unearthly.

Her warm, wet cunt swallowed his flesh ravenously, drawing him in completely.
Unable and unwilling to hold back any longer, Max gripped her hips and fiercely
began to ram his cock in and out of her womb. Diedre met each thrust with a
bucking of her hips and a loud shriek. Diedre's pussy spasmed with each orgasm
causing her squeal to raise to a screech.

The torrid copulation began to slowly move the table, scuffing the floor as it
went. It was not until Pamela climbed onto the table that it stopped moving.
Just as though they'd done it many times before, her daughter opened her legs
before her mother. Max was only slightly aware that Diedre had lowered her face
to her young offspring. He was much more aware of the tongue that began to lick
his ball sack as it withdrew.

The screams were muffled now by the flesh that Diedre's lips were pressing
against as her tongue slithered in and around the youthful pussy. Pamela ran
her fingers through her mother's hair, moaning softly as wave upon wave of
pleasure traveled through her body. She could hear the strangers breathing
become frantic and the grunts that announced that he would soon shoot.

Neither did her sister miss the signs as she licked her target when it came
within range. If she did not act at the right moment she would not be able to
taste the treat except to dig it from her mother's hole. She did like to do
that as well, but she especially enjoyed the taste of fresh, warm sperm as it
shot from the cock. It was for this reason that at just the right moment, she
grasped the base of the stranger's member and urged him to stop in mid thrust.

Angela closed her eyes, as she opened her mouth just as the creamy sperm fired
from the cockhead. Warm seed splashed against her teeth and gums, dripping
finally to her waiting tongue. She could hear her mother turn and knew that she
had to share the prize. Reluctantly she opened her eyes and aimed the next shot
at her mother's hungry mouth. Diedre caught the eruption, slurping up the gooey
cum that dripped from her bottom lip.

The assault of cum that followed was distributed among the mother and daughter,
dashing on chins and cheeks but eventually all ending up being lapped and
licked up by the other. Max was amazed at their hunger for cum. He enjoyed
watching them licking it from one anther's faces especially. He enjoyed it so
much that he barely noticed that a man in a white tank top and blue jeans had
entered the kitchen.

Prepared for the worst, Max braced himself for the attack that he knew would
come from this man who could only be the man of the house. He would not fight
back. He would deserve a beating for this offense. The man walked across the
floor to the frig, from which he retrieved a bottle of beer. Pamela who had
been watching her mother and sister share his cum, now launched herself at her
father.

This man was large and quite muscular, catching the naked young girl with ease.
He smiled, picking his light burden up, resting her on the crook of his arm.
His strength must be incredible, Max thought. He's taken a beating before but
this guy could easily kill him. To his utter shock, the man pulled his
daughter's face to his and invaded her mouth with his tongue. The incestuous
kiss lasted several seconds before his attention was drawn to Max once again.
Diedre had raised from her kneeling position and with a total lack of concern
approached her husband.

"Hello dear. We have a guest."

"Yes honey, I noticed. You still have some of his cum on you chin."

"His car broke down and he was exhausted from walking down the mountain," she
announced as she wiped the creamy goo from her chin and consumed it like all
the rest. Cautiously, Max moved towards his clothes. The unreal situation would
not allow him to accept that this man would believe his behavior acceptable. As
he began to get dressed Diedre hugged her husband and then turned, once again
to her guest. "Would you like to stay for dinner Max?"

"Uh...well...sure," he responded, as he fastened his belt. Hey, he figured, if
he wasn't dead by now maybe he would survive this.

"Good, it'll be ready in about two hours."

"Come watch some TV with us Max," begged Angela. The still unclad girls took
him by the hand and led him to the living room where the television was still
on. He was led to two large pillows that rested just in front of the set.
Powerless to resist the vixens, he lay on his stomach with his legs stretched
behind him. Side by side the three lay, watching first the "I love Lucy" show
and then several others until Max lay his head down and slept.

The sound of news greeted Max as he opened his eyes. His young companions were
absent from their place on either side of him as the sounds in the kitchen told
him that Diedre still prepared the meal and a quiet shush told him that the
girls were just over his left shoulder. Casually, he spun his head around to
see what they were up to. Their father had changed into a large night shirt and
before long had fallen asleep in his easy chair. His daughters were in the
midst of pulling the hem of his garment up over his waist.

The size of the man's cock startled him for a moment. It's length was awesome,
but nothing in comparison with it's girth. In comparison, the fingers that
wrapped around it were tiny and the mouth that lowered towards it's upturned
head could only massage it. It was evidently enough to get the desired effect.
The cock filled with blood which only enlarged it further. Both girls now held
on to it as two sets of mouths began lathering it with saliva. It was not until
it pointed at the ceiling did the maidens begin stroking its length with two
hands each.

Moans escaped their father's lips though he remained asleep. Four hands began
pumping and two tongues began licking it's head it was only a few moments
before Max could see the cock's veins pulsing. The girls knew the impending
moment would arrive soon. Though they continued to stroke their father's cock,
the movement of their tongues ceased. Pressed as close to the tiny hole at the
very tip, the girls side by side awaited the fruit of their labor. Not until
the first immense stream of semen jettisoned from the purple head did the man
wake from his sleep. His eyes opened as he grasped a handful of their hair.
With one last groan he arched his back causing his cock to rub the length of
his daughter's faces. The white gunk washed over their faces and hair, covering
them in one shot. Glob upon glob of spunk was propelled in the air seeming only
to grow in measure. The girls just stuck out their tongues and waited for it to
drip and splash into their voracious orifice.

When their father was drained and properly licked clean, they turned on one
another, falling to the floor lapping up the coating of cum that covered their
faces. Once there was no more to be had the nymphs swiveled into a 69 position
and proceeded to lap at each other's barely covered cunts. Remarkably, Max
noticed that once again his cock rose with urgent need. What audacity he had to
strip off his clothes and approach his benefactor's daughters with a raging
hard-on while he sat in a chair not more that 5 feet away. Angela heard his
approach and with a smile lifted her head from its position between her
sister's thighs, making room for his prick to push it's way up the tight
passage. With Pamela still licking her sister's flesh, Max began pumping her.
Her legs wrapped around his waist, pushing him to quicken his pace. Her ass was
soft and supple as he kneaded it. In a frenzied effort, his pumping cock
pummeled her soft flesh as her father no doubt watched. Without warning, he
flooded her womb with his seed, letting out a guttural moan, still pumping
until the sounds of Pamela's orgasm could be heard throughout the small house.
His energy spent, he rolled off of the teenager and stared for the longest time
at the ceiling fan that spun. After Angela cleaned the cum from her sister's
hole, they giggled and ran to their bedroom playfully laughing. For the first
time, Max realized, he and their father was alone. He then realized that he
didn't even know his name, nor had he even spoken to him since he got home. He
sat up and realized that he was looking at him. "Has it dawned on you yet?"
questioned the man, who sat upright in his recliner.

"What?"

"Things aren't the way they were."

"That's for sure. I never got this much sex in my life."

"That's only the beginning."

"What do you mean. The beginning of what?"

"Soon you'll start to get stronger, even younger. Then your loads will get
bigger and bigger."

"Are you kidding?"

"Not hardly," he chuckled. "Our doctors say they're microscopic organisms.

"What? Are we talking aliens here?"

"Not necessarily, one theory is that these things lived on the planet before we
did."

"What do they want?"

"To survive just like us all. In order for that to happen they need two things.
One is a body to live in."

"Do they take you over, inquired Max, now just a little frightened."

"Not exactly, they heighten certain urges, especially in the women. It doesn't
take much urging to convince a guy he wants to get laid."

"That's true... So, why do they want us to have sex so much?"

"Dr. Anderson says that they begin their lives as organisms in the water, then
when we drink them, they come out of hibernation and start to work."

Now he was nervous. "Doing what?"

"Well, for some reason they can't live for too long in a man's body so they
hitch a ride with the cum, which by the way, they consume evidently."

"Consume?"

"Yep, like cheese and crackers. Once in the female body they multiply and send
their offspring via the sewer system back into the water supply."

"If they live on sperm, why bother having them do each other?"

"We think that's when they socialize with other groups. I guess their social
creatures too."

"Isn't it weird having your wife and kids controlled by these things?"

"Control is not really the word I'd use. Basically my wife is who my wife
always was except now she will perform any sexual act anytime and anywhere. The
control is so subtle she would tell you she does it because she wants to."

"It's still weird don't you think."

"It was at first but...Let me show you something."

Following the muscular man to what obviously was the master bedroom, Max was no
longer afraid but curious to the Nth degree. On the wall of the room were
pictures of an elderly couple. They looked familiar, probably parents, thought
Max.

"Do you recognize them?"

"How would I? I've never met them."

"Sure you have. Max, meet David and Diedre Robinson."

"Diedre?"

"Yes. The elderly couple you are looking at are me and my wife not more that 20
years ago."

Max sat on the bed, confused and dazed. "They make you young?"

"Thank god no. I was a little wimp when I was 30. It makes you into
perfection."

"Boys...dinner!"

Immediately, they both marched out of the bedroom, entering the kitchen. Max
was aware of the fact that he no longer even considered talking to David. His
attentions were on the two young girls and the lovely woman who brought food to
the table. He also realized that despite of still loving his wife, he had no
intention of ever leaving this small town.


Part 2

Elisa drove down the road, the panic long ago dwindling into decisive action.
It had been three days since she last heard from her husband Maxwell. The
police say that they have looked with little success for the missing middle
aged man. If she was ever going to see her husband again, she would have to
find him herself. She pulled into the motel, the last place that he'd called
her from. Nervously, she got out of her little red sports car. She noticed as
she advanced toward office, the manager watching her approach. He seemed
immensely interested in her short red dress blowing in the wind. Gawking was
one thing she had to get accustomed to early on. At 14, she was almost 6 feet,
with the body of an adult. It always amazed her that men could stare at her
full breasts even as they talked to her.

Her long blonde hair blew in the wind as Elisa entered the small unspectacular
office. The manager watched with obvious lust as she neared. "Good morning
lovely lady, how may I help you?" Smiling the smile that got her out of a
number of traffic tickets and practically insured she would get good grades in
school...at least from the male teachers. "I hope so. I am looking for my
husband. He called me from here three days ago from your motel. I was hoping
you might help me."

With concern the manager, a middle aged but quite handsome man spoke. "Anything
that I can do, I assure you I will. What was the name?"

"Maxwell Powers, he is about 40 with graying temples."

The manager opened his registration book and scanned its pages for a moment
"Oh, yes...here it is. He checked out the next morning I'm afraid and I haven't
seen him since."

"Would there be anyone else I can talk to? Someone he might have spoken to?"

"Well, maybe he stopped for breakfast before he left. Why don't you talk to
some of the waitresses over there?"

Smiling a warm smile of gratitude, Elisa turned and left the way she came.
"Thank you she called out as the door closed."

As Elisa entered the small diner she scanned the place before deciding on a
seat. The beautiful woman caught the attention of several customers as she
walked to the back of the restaurant and sat at the booth.

"What'll you have today, honey?"

Raising her gaze to meet the waitress, she was stunned to see this beautiful
woman who's hair was similar color but done in an out of date style. Examining
this ravishing woman, Elisa had to catch herself from staring.

"Honey? Can I get you something?"

"Yes, coffee please...and could I ask you something?"

"Sure," she said, "what do you want to know?"

"My husband, Maxwell Powers is missing," she informed as she riffled through
her purse fishing out a recent picture. "Have you seen him?"

After examining the picture for a moment, she returned the picture. "Yeah, I
think I remember him."

"Did he say anything about where he was going?"

"No... I don't believe he did. Let me get you a cup of coffee and let me think
on it a minute."

"Sure... thank you."

Elisa found herself watching her sauntering to the counter. She pored a cup of
coffee and grabbed a metal creamer container. When she returned to the table,
she sat at the seat across from her and set down the coffee cup.

"Here you go honey."

She found it actually pleased her when this woman called her honey. Not sure
why, she shrugged to herself and poured some cream into her coffee. At first it
seemed to be bad, but after smelling it's contents, she determined that it was
just a little thick.

"Well, darlin... I've been thinking about when I waited on you husband but for
the life of me I can't think of anything to help you find him."

Elisa's heart sank in despair but smiled at the caring woman across from her.
"Thank you for trying anyway."

"I'm sure he'll turn up, no man is going to walk away from an angel like you."

As she drank her coffee, a shiver of joy shot through her at the complement.
This coffee is about the best I'd ever tasted, thought Elisa as she continued
drinking. Normally, she could sip a coffee for hours but she seemed to want to
gulp it down.

"That's some good coffee ain't it?" smiled the waitress watching her enjoyment
with interest.

"Yes, it is quite wonderful. Is it a special brand?"

"You could say it's our special blend. Would you like another cup?"

"Yes please."

As the gorgeous creature stood up, Elisa found herself staring at the round
firmness of the woman's ass.

The urge was so great that that she turned her head to continue watching after
she was behind her.

It was then that she noticed some of the other people in the diner. In
astonishment, she realized that with very few exceptions everyone here was
quite attractive. Insane as it seemed she was getting hot just looking around
at them. She could feel herself getting wet and she had the sudden urge to
touch herself.

That's insane, she reproached herself. I know it's been about a week, she
thought since she had made love to her husband but she'd gone a lot longer than
that. Before the waitress returned, she decided to go to the bathroom. It was
amazingly clean for such a greasy spoon diner, she observed. After lowering her
panties she sat down and relieved herself. At the instant her hand brushed
against her thigh, it sent a jolt of pleasure shooting down to her clit which
caused her to squeal suddenly. Surprised by this sudden surge of
lasciviousness, Elisa stood from her seat. It was then that she saw the hole.
Upon closer examination, she also saw the eye that peered through it.
Instinctively, she reached for her panties that encircled her ankles. It was
not until she heard the ripping that she realized that a thread had caught on
the buckle of her shoes. At the moment that she pulled them up, the entire
crotch of the silky fabric ripped to shreds. Once more she stood, now holding
the useless garment in her hand.

Though upset that she'd ruined an expensive piece of underwear, she again
became aware of the eye watching her. Despite her indignation at being spied on
she couldn't deny that her pussy tingled and fluid dripped down her leg. She
turned away from the hole and with her ruined panties reached up and wiped
herself. Tingling metamorphosed into pleasure at the contact. The moan that
escaped her lips made her ashamed.

Though she had not moved the fabric from the mound of her pussy, she was
determined that this exhibition was over.

With a consorted effort, she managed to throw away the panties and brush her
skirt down to its rightful position. Quite proud of herself, Elisa turned to
stare at the voyeur only to find them gone. Anger welled up inside and she
lunged for the dark hole hoping to find the identity of her spy. It took a
moment to adjust to the light of the other room but when she did, she gasped in
shock. The man standing against the far wall was a handsome man of 20 or so. He
had close cropped dirty blonde hair and a muscular build. The sight of this
mans cock was what drew her attention. It was enormous and so hard it pointed
to the ceiling. The young man had his eyes closed as he clutched the shaft and
slowly sensually stroked it's length.

Bent over, peering into the room next door, Elisa casually reached up and
touched her bare pussy lips.

"Why was she doing this?" she wondered. She'd never done anything like this
before. Though she knew it was wrong, she was helpless to move as the stranger
rubbed his cock. As she watched precum ooze from the head, a sudden urge
entered her brain. Her tongue slithered from her mouth wanting to lick it
clean.

Elisa's fingers parted her lips and invaded the soft flesh within spurred on by
the burst of pleasure that they caused. Not trying to think of her horrid
actions, she stared in awe as the stroking hand hastened its velocity. After
pumping his prick fiercely for several seconds, the man opened his eyes and
looked directly at her. Elisa's heart raced in arousal from the first spurt of
cum that shot across the floor to the last drip that clung to his fingers
before dribbling down his thigh. The amount of cum that puddled on the floor
amazed her and triggered a hidden desire of licking it off the floor. As her
fingers ignited an orgasm with such intensity as she'd never felt before, she
heard herself scream in pleasure that she knew the entire restaurant could
hear. How could she walk out of here in front of all those people?

She looked up as the effects of her climax subsided, noticing that the man was
gone, leaving only a puddle of his goo to mark his passage. Even as she emerged
from the bathroom, she searched the dining area for any signs of him. Knowing
that everyone stared at her, she tried to avoid their eyes. She finally made it
to the door of the diner and marched to her car. She had to get out of here.
She had to find her husband and go home.

Frantically, she sped from the gravel lot and onto the highway. When she saw
the flashing lights, she quickly checked her speed. She was going a little fast
but not enough to get pulled over for. Maybe they were trying to get by her,
she rationalized as she pulled to the curb of the mountain road.

To her dismay the cop pulled up behind her. Smiling confidently to herself, she
knew she could talk this guy out of a ticket. As the female officer exited her
car, she felt her chances dash to pieces. One thing that didn't make sense to
her was her thinking how pretty the officer was and how sexy she looked in her
uniform.

"License and registration please," ordered the pretty brunette.

"Oh... sure," she stammered, as she tried to find her information.

"Could you step out of the car?" the officer politely requested.

A bit nervous now, she none the less complied. The wind picked up here on the
mountain and as a gust of wind wiped by the car, Elisa's skirt blew up over her
waist, exposing her patch of blonde hair to the staring officer. She grabbed at
the hem frantically and suddenly lost her balance on the steep incline. Her
fall sent her right at the startled policewoman, who mistook the move as an
aggressive move.

Without warning, the pretty housewife found herself handcuffed and bent over
the hood of her car. It happened so fast that it took Elisa a moment to realize
that with her being unable to keep her skirt in check it blew unchecked up onto
her back. All who drove by would be able to see her completely exposed ass.

"Please, could you cover me?!" she cried.

"You should have thought of that before you attacked me!"

"I wasn't attacking you ma'am, I fell!"

Elisa was aware that the officer stood directly behind her, though neglected to
assist her in keeping her skirt over her exposed ass. "Please, ma'am...could
you cover me?"

"Sure," she said taking a hold of the hem. She held it with both hands, close
as not to let it fly up. Elisa found that the sudden contact of her hands
against her legs was rather unexpected. Though she didn't understand why, she
began to get wet in response.

The policewoman, with a slight tug, pulled her from the hood and set her on the
ground. "Are you drunk?" she questioned.

"No!" cried Elisa.

"I want to get a breathalyzer test. Will you submit to one?"

"Yes, of course."

Guiding her to the back seat of her cruiser, the law officer was unable or
unwilling to continue holding her skirt. It flew back and forth, exposing her
below the waste continuously until she was in the vehicle. As she sat in the
passenger's side a plastic tube was brought to her lips and upon finding her
sober, the police nodded.

"Good, now the only charge you have is indecent exposure and assault of a
police officer."

"What? I didn't expose myself on purpose and I sure as hell didn't assault
you!"

"Tell it to the judge, she smiled maliciously."

"Why you bitch!"

"Now you have verbal assault on the list. Anymore?"

It was just too much for her and Elisa began to cry. "Please, don't do this to
me. What can I do to convince you?"

Now the officer's smile widened. "Do you mean that?" she asked, reaching her
hand under her captive's short skirt and rubbing the mound of flesh. "Wha..."
the protest was interrupted by a wave of delight that pulsed through her body.

"Lay across the seat," ordered her tormentor.

Even if she was not in danger of going to jail and being humiliated by charges
of public exposure, her soaking wet pussy would have insisted upon her
compliance. She scooted around awkwardly as she was still cuffed. Nervously,
she lay her head down on the seat and wantonly spreading her long legs before
her abductor who without hesitation tossed the thin fabric of her skirt over
her waist and began kissing her thighs. Each kiss pushed her closer to the
brink, though as she felt the tongue play over the folds of her labia, she
arched her back and cried out in joyous lust.

This symphony of pleasure was brought to new heights by the foray of the
woman's tongue into the entrance. It danced about in rapid agitation tasting
the nectar of this ripened peach, hungry for more and more.

Hands reached under her buttocks, drawing her yet closer to the soft lips. Not
content with giving one orgasm nor did she cease. It was in the thrall of a
constant surge of passion that the lips and tongue were gone. When reality came
crashing back into her mind, Elisa realized that she would do anything for her
to continue.

The once respectable housewife of 10 years looked up as the woman gazed into
her eyes. Her juices coated the woman's chin and mouth as she smiled at her.
Though shamed, she did not move her legs which were still spread wide, exposed
to her as well as the traffic driving by. "Please, don't stop," she pleaded.

"If you want more, go back to the motel. By tonight you'll be in such bliss
that you've never know before."

"Go back?"

"Yes, go back. Wait there."

Elisa did not recognize herself. It was someone else who agreed to return and
wait at the motel. It was someone else who, once freed from the cuffs hurriedly
got into her car, making an illegal U-turn and raced for the chance to feel her
plunge her tongue into her pussy again.

The manager did not seem surprised at her return and quickly provided her with
a key. Once inside she sat on the edge of the bed for a few minutes before
deciding to take a shower before her arrival. Wantonly, she threw her dress on
the floor of the bathroom and proceeded to take a nice hot shower. It was not
until she emerged that she realized that not only were there no towels but that
her dress was soaking wet. She cursed herself for not having brought her
luggage into the room.

With a quick plan in her mind, she called the front desk and requested towels
be brought over. After waiting several minutes, she heard a knock at the door.
Hiding behind the door, she slowly opened it and reached around searching for
the towel without success. Carefully she peaked around the door expecting a
maid with an armful of cleaning material.

She gawked at the manager who stood there in a state of complete undress. His
muscular frame shone with sweat as he held his cock in his hand. "What the
hell?!"

"Tell me to go away and I will," he said matter of factly, "though I desire you
to kneel down and take me into your mouth."

Her first instinct was to slam the door in his face, which was what he was in
the process of doing when time seemed to stop as she stared at his engorged
cock, dripping with precum. His musky smell invaded her brain, making her dizzy
and unable to concentrate. In this state, she moved out from behind the door.
Sun shone in her room lighting it with it's radiance. She was cognizant of the
fact that she was unveiled before any who walked by. Even as she knelt down in
front of the good looking stranger, she expected to be seen. By the time she
had guided his ample cock into her mouth, thoughts of being seen were all but
gone from her mind.

Gliding her lips over the flesh seemed so natural that she fell into a rhythm
she never had even with her husband. Her first urge was to clean the prick of
precum, then grasping this man's hips, she urged him to fuck her mouth. The
sound of high heels could be heard and a hushed "nice" could be heard as the
cock drove in and out. In her mind, she felt ashamed but her lips would not
give up it's prize. By the time she heard footfalls that stopped at the door,
she was being orally fucked vigorously.

Elisa had the distinct impression that she was being watched, though instead of
being self conscious she became intent upon putting on a good show. Withdrawing
to just the tip and thereupon receiving it again into the depths of her mouth
and throat. She wanted to exhibit her passion for whomever would watch.

As a cool breeze danced across her breasts, stiffening her nipples while
tossing her hair across her face.

Of it's own accord, her hand found the slit between her legs, exploring with
care the lips. Urgency called for her to delve deeper, causing a flow of nectar
to glaze over her hand. Muffled moans reverberated through the manager's
already pulsing shaft.

As Elisa prepared to gulp the onslaught of cum that was preparing at any second
to rupture down her throat, she was not expecting the intrusion of a stranger's
hand that gripped the cock, yanking it from it's sheath.

Instinctively, she opened her eyes closing them just as quickly. The spatter
landed just below her right eye and nose, just barely beginning to drip as the
second landed nearly in the exact same spot.

In a rapid assault white, warm cum washed over her beautiful face, washing away
the woman that was and allowing the woman she always wanted to be to emerge.
The warm, musky salve bathing her was the most wonderful feeling she'd ever
felt. It was not until the flood of goo stopped that the licking began. The all
too familiar tongue lapped her face, leaving more to drip in its place. Her own
tongue protruded from her mouth to catch what she could.

When her face was glistening with saliva, the tongue began lick up what puddled
on her chest and stomach. Elisa could now see that the policewoman had arrived.
Raising to her feet, still dressed in her official uniform, the woman gave the
manager a kiss. "That will be all for now Carl. Thank you."

Hand in hand the two women walked into the room to the bed. Closing the door
wasn't even considered as the woman removed her uniform. Elisa sat on the bed
and admired this stranger's body as if she'd had gay tendencies all her life.
Her small but firm breasts and the total lack of hair inspired feelings of
desire she never had with anyone, man or woman.

Several passerby's stopped for a moment to watch the scene as the woman lay
side by side, wrapping their thighs around the other's head. The sounds of
slurping were only drowned out by the echoes of sighs and moans as tongues dug
deeper and deeper. Only after the two lay exhausted on the bed, asleep did the
manager come by and close the door.

The next morning, Elisa awoke, realizing that the woman whom she didn't even
her name had left. Saddened by her absence, she slowly climbed to her feet. Was
it all real? she wondered though the salty taste still in her mouth told her
that it was. It was not until after she showered that she saw the note on the
bedside stand.

"Join me for more at the municipal park. I would love to show you the sights of
our fair town."

Finding that her clothes had been brought into the room, Elisa picked out a
white tank top and spandex pants. She loved the way they clung tight to her
body as though they were painted on. Anticipation urged her on as she drove
towards the business district of this small town. She passed a small hardware
store as well as a donut shop. It was actually quite a sweet little town, she
thought as she parked.

The park was directly across from a mom and pop grocery store though the man
sweeping off the sidewalk was no old store clerk. He must be an employee or
maybe their son, she surmised. His muscular build and tight blue jeans brought
images of lewd activities to mind. It was memories of the night before that
guided her to continue her journey to the park's tree line.

Elisa found it peculiar that the entire park was surrounded by a thigh
perimeter of trees. If you drove all around the park you could not see into it.
The interior was dotted with clumps of trees though the majority was large
grassy fields on which teenagers played. A softball game in which four girls
were in the field and four boys were at bat. She thought it was unusual for
girls to be playing boys but this was the new millennium after all. Finding a
bench away from the activity, she settled in to wait. Across the field, she
noted a woman in her thirties, quite stunning actual in a long flowered dress
sat with a bowl of ice cream glaring at a young man who approached her...

"I told you to be here for noon young man!" she sneered as he stopped in front
of her.

"But..."

"The only butts here is the one your going to bare!" demanded the angry mother.

"Mom," the teen whined.

Immediately, she grabbed the boy, pulling him towards her. He was helpless as
in one motion he was pulled over her lap as his shorts and underwear were
hauled to his knees. In total shock, Elisa looked around to find no one even
noticing the naked butt as it lay across his mother's lap. Strange too was the
fact that the bowl of ice-cream that the woman had been eating was still held
between her knees as the boy penis flopped into it.

"If I have told you once, I have told you a hundred times...Do not keep me
waiting!" she shouted. With that, the woman began to forcefully slap the boy's
bottom. The palm of her hand smacked first one then the other cheek in a flurry
of blows that made his butt ripple under the impact. The boy began to kick his
legs and beg his mother to stop despite the fact that as Elisa watched the boys
flaccid penis that lay in the bowl of cold ice-cream, began to grow. With each
blow on his ass, the force sent his growing cock dipping into the frozen
dessert. While his butt reddened from his mother's assault his prick plunged
deeper and deeper until it looked as though he were fucking it.

One final blow from his mother's hand impacted before the boy let out a low
moan and sent his sperm spilling into the bowl. The gooey liquid filled the
indention, flowing over from spurt after spurt. The mother had grasped his left
cheek, closing her eyes as her son's cum mixed with the ice cream. It was not
until she could feel him cease that she allowed him to get up.

The boy wiped the tears from his cheeks as his mother wiped on last string of
cum that clung to the tip of his cock. After wiping on the brim of her bowl,
she watched her son pull up his shorts. He was still sobbing as he turned and
walked back down the sidewalk.

With a gluttonous grin, the woman sat on the bench and began to spoon out the
ice-cream, coated in her son's goo. She closed her eyes with every bite,
licking the spoon as not to miss any of her treat. Elisa sat, stunned by the
carnality that had been played out. As she wondered how a mother could do that,
she couldn't rid herself of the urge to ask the woman for a bite.

Turning from the temptation, she began watching the softball game. A tall,
blonde boy had just hit a pop up, allowing the brunette in the outfield to
easily catch it. Evidently this was the third out as the boys were getting
ready to go out into the field. Elisa found herself admiring the muscular
bodies of the young men as they removed their shirts before proceeding.

The girls ran into bat, striding with confidence. With Elisa as a spectator,
the young athletic woman scored 4 runs before a blonde girl was thrown out at
home. With that it seemed as the girls were losing some of their confidence as
the next two batters were struck out. The blonde angrily threw down the bat and
in unison with her teammates pulled off their T-shirts.

Realizing that these young girls unashamedly walked out into the field in
shorts and bras. Again she looked around the park. Without any reaction to
these events, the inning played out all too quickly until the final out was
made.

The boys, sour from their low score did not hesitate to remove their shorts,
leaving only their jock straps to cover them. From somewhere deep in her mind
bubbled the lust for the young bodies that were displayed before her. She
stared at each naked, muscular butt at a time, enjoying watching them run
around the small field. Dreamily, she noticed as the third out was made.

After the girls, clad in nothing but panties and bra, jogged out to the field
Elisa noticed that the lust that brought desire for the boys did not stop. Her
pussy dripped with her juices as she longingly stared at the bodies of the
young ladies. She began wondering what it would be like to taste their
adolescent pussies. Her pondering was interrupted as the tall boy was thrown
out at first base. That brought it to the third out and the next inning.

Her eyes darted to the grass where the boys laid the last of their clothing.
Though still soft the swinging organs were still impressively large,
particularly for boys of their age.

Now the yearning of her cunt demanded that she rub herself through the fabric
of her tight spandex. Wantonly, she parted her thighs and stroked the mound
that was soaked by now. She was only vaguely aware that the woman across from
her was watching her.

It didn't take long for the boys to attain three outs. Quite pleased with
themselves the boys strutted back to the make-shift dugout where the girls bras
lay on the ground next to the rest of their clothes. Elisa relished the sight
of their small breasts bouncing as they fielded the several hits that the boys
managed to make.

Suddenly fingers on the elastic of her pants brought about her attention to the
woman who knelt at her feet. Though she was about to protest it fell short as
the tight fabric was peeled from her flesh and bunched at her ankles. As the
girls made out after out, the strange woman leaned her head between her legs
and began eating her out. One leg lay across her shoulder, allowing access to
her dripping pussy as she watched the last out being made.

With all of their clothing gone, Elisa was curious as to what they would do.
The young boys stood where they are, looking at the girls and began to stroke
their pricks to hardness. Only when they stood straight up did they walk to
their places in the outfield. The swinging genitals, now engorged with blood
caused some awkwardness as they attempted to play the game. As Elisa's third
orgasm erupted through her body, she watched the delicious looking cocks
bounce, slapping their bellies. Only once did the game halt as one of the boys
had to rub his member back to full erection. It seemed a requirement of the
game. Unknown lips encircled Elisa's steaming pussy bringing her to yet another
climax that caused a squeal to escape her lips. From her feverish state she
watched as the game continued and the last piece of clothing was shed from the
girl's bodies. By the victorious leaping into the air, she surmised that the
girls had defeated the boys.

One of the blonde girls pointed to the grass at her feet which told the boys
where to sit. Scattered only slightly, the boys sat on the grass at the foot of
one of the girls as they crouched to their side. As if trained to do so, the
boys spread their knees wide while the girls seized their still stiff pricks
like prizes and began stroking them with vigor.

Elisa was guided so that her lower back rested on the bench, leaving most of
her ass hanging over the edge. In this position the unfamiliar lady explored,
with her tongue and fingers the parted cheeks and even began probing her anus
which clutched her digits greedily. The heights of ecstasy reached such numbing
altitudes that her moans and screams were echoing throughout the park.
Reverberating also were the sounds of groans as the first cock released its
milky discharge, which was quickly swallowed down by the girl clutching his
prick. The others were not far behind the first, pumping their cum into the
girl's throats. What little dribbled from the corner's of their mouths was
quickly licked up by voracious vixens.

As quickly as she appeared the woman was gone, walking down the sidewalk quite
casually. Elisa thought that it would be a good idea to reach down and pull up
her pants, however, she just didn't feel like it.

She sat there on the bench wondering what universe she had landed in when she
saw two figures approaching. One, she recognized as the policewoman that she
was due to meet here. The other was a man she did not fully recognize though it
seemed like she should know him.

The gorgeous officer stopped to examine the naked legs and pussy spread openly
on the bench. "Having a good time?" She asked smiling a mischievous smile.

"You knew this would happen?" questioned Elisa suspiciously.

"It's the usual around here."

Elisa eyed the good looking man standing next to her. "Who is this?"

"You mean you don't recognize him?"

Carefully examining the man, she suddenly did. "Max?"

In the voice she recognized easily, the man spoke. "Yes dear, it's me."

"What happened? You look so different...so sexy."

Max smiled. "Thank you...I think."

"Where have you been?" she inquired said suddenly overjoyed that she had
finally found him safe and sound.

"We have a lot to talk about."

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