0 comments/ 33717 views/ 1 favorites Car Trip By: wickedmind We're in the car on the way somewhere. The roads are quiet and I'm talking to you to make sure you stay awake. As we get about halfway there, you decide it's time for a "rest". We'd been discussing what I have planned for you when we get where we're going. I hadn't noticed how horny the conversation we'd been having had gotten you. You seem to know just the right spot to pull off. The spot you've picked is lit up yet we're unlikely to be seen. You stop the car, turn and look at me. You pull me close, just holding me in your arms before pulling back and kissing me passionately. Your hands run down my back and sides. Down.... down... until you get to that handle for the seat, knocking it right back as far as it will go, almost laying me on my back. Still kissing me, you slide yourself over so that you're laying at my side. Well, as much as we can whilst in the car. Again, you let your hands roam over my body, teasing my nipples and clit through my clothes. You start to undo my trousers but I stop you. Somehow, we move around so that you're now underneath me and I'm now able to partially undress you. I start to undo your trousers. You lift your hips so I can pull your trousers down, revealing your cock in all its glory. I move myself over so I'm sitting more in the drivers seat. I return to kissing you and my hands return to your chest, lifting your top up and off, leaving you almost naked. I begin to kiss my way down your chest to your belly button and lower. Kissing your cock, taking the head in my mouth, licking softly round it as I use my hand to wank you. At the same time, I slowly suck and lick, building up speed and taking more and more into my mouth. Taking you in and out, working up and down, as I continue to suck and wank you right there in the car. You move your hips in time with my movements on your cock. I'm bringing you close to cumming yet I give no signs of stopping. You ask if I'm sure but I just carry on, not stopping to answer you. Letting the saltiness slide down my throat. Swallowing your delicious cream right down! Licking my lips, I move so I'm now sitting up once again and you pull me close, holding me close to you before kissing me! Pushing me back onto the seat, you begin to undress me now. You lift my top off and over my head, leaving me sitting there in just my bra and trousers. As you lean down, kissing my neck and shoulders, you slowly slide my bra straps down. My shoulders are now bare, enabling you to bite, nip and kiss them. One of your hands goes round to my back and undoes the clasp, allowing my bra to fall and exposing my breasts to your kisses. You kiss down my chest, moving slowly as you do. Feeling the way first softly with your hands, kissing the trail of your fingers, your hands reach my nipples and breasts before your mouth. You use your hands to massage them. My nipples peak out from between your fingers. Using your hand to lift my right breast, you lick and suck and tease my nipple before moving to my left tit, repeating the same thing . As you carry on kissing each breast, your hands move down to once again undo my trousers and this time, I don't stop you. You start to kiss your way back up my chest and once again, we are kissing passionately. You move one of your hands so that your palm is flat against my belly. You slide your hand down my knickers, feeling the smooth skin of my shaved pussy lips. A finger slips in-between them, finding my clit, wet and waiting for your touch. Your hand slides further down, your finger in my pussy, making me moan. Your finger slides in and out a bit before a second joins it, building speed once again. They slide easily in and out before adding yet another. Then you stop. Looking me deep in the eyes, I know you want to get me out of the car. As we get out, you reach into the back to grab the blanket then join me. You find me leaning against the bonnet of your car. You drop the blanket and walk over to me, pinning me to the car as you kiss me, one hand grabbing my bum and the other behind my head. You almost lift me, laying me on the bonnet, as you slowly kiss your way down my body to my naked breasts repeating the caresses we shared in the car. You grab the blanket and spread it behind me on the car. As your hands go further down my body to the waist of my trousers, you struggle to slide them down while at the same time stop me from slipping off the car. Somehow, you manage to get me naked, lying on the blanket on the bonnet. Once more you kiss and stroke down my body, able to go much further this time. Your hands work faster, sliding down my body whilst you take your time with your kisses on my breasts. Your fingers find their way once more to my wet pussy. Three slide back into my cunt, working in and out, faster and faster before sliding a fourth in to join them. Your other hand massages my breast again. Somehow, you've knelt as you continue to kiss your way down my body so that by now you have reached my waiting clit. Allowing your tongue to take over from where your thumb had been paying attention, enabling it to join the rest of your fingers in my wet cunt. You push your hand deeper than ever before into my pussy. Getting past the knuckle of your thumb, working your hand ever so slightly in and out whilst moving your fingers inside me. You're getting me so wet. Pulling your hand out, you start to lick my juices off but you stop and bring your hand to my mouth, allowing me to take over the licking. As I do, so you slide me down the bonnet a little to make it easier for you to slide your hard cock into my hot, wet cunt. Sliding in and out... building up speed... holding me by my hips as you have me there on your car bonnet. You stop before you can cum, letting me know you are not finished with me yet. You half lift me off the car, allowing me to wrap my legs around you as now carry me over to the side of the car. Using your body to hold me up against the car, once more you slide your cock back into my juicy pussy. Moving fast, you work your cock in and out unable to restrain yourself anymore. You cum deep inside my pussy, looking me in the eyes, smiling as you know this will be the first of many times our love making is going to be like that. Wrapping me in the blanket, you open the car door to let me back in only realizing then just how cold it is. But before I get in, you pull me close to you hugging me tight and kissing me once more. Car Trip I usually don't look forward to long car trips, but sometimes they can be quite fun. My wife and I, and another couple were going for a long weekend to a friend's cabin in the mountains. The drive was about five hours, since we left after work on Friday, it was going to be after midnight when we would arrive. Rick and Susan wanted to take their car, so my wife and I settled in the back seat to enjoy the ride Rick put on some mellow music, and My wife snuggled up to me with her back to my side, and stretched one leg on the seat. Then she pulled a blanket out and covered herself, and tried to take a nap. Or so I thought. After a little while, Susan fell asleep in the front sleep, and I'm sure Rick thought we had dozed too. Then my wife took my arm and pulled to over her shoulder and sunk down lower in her seat. She covered my side facing her as much as possible, and then after some wiggling on her part and me wondering what she was doing, I felt my hand being pulled up inside her sweater, and onto her braless breasts. I glanced in the front to see if either one of them were paying attention, and after some more coaxing by my wife's hand, I began to knead her soft tits. I held the weight of her boob in my hand and stroked the soft underside slowly. Every so often, I would leave her breast to draw lines up and down her side and give her goose bumps that I knew were hardening her nipples, and stirring her fire down below. Returning to her boobs, I found her nipple hard and very sensitive. I took it between my thumb and finger and firmly twisted and massaged it. I kept feeling it get harder and harder between my fingers; and I felt myself getting quite hard too. When I was done with that breast, I moved my ministrations to the other side and began to work gently on her other breast too. I knew she was getting really horny, and she was trying not to move around too much in her seat. I felt her left elbow move from holding herself up propped against my thigh to work its way to my groin and rub my hard-on. It's quite amazing what an elbow can do to a raging erection through pair of jeans. It was quite dark outside by now, and the music was giving a great noise barrier to our backseat adventure. Rick was concentrating on his driving, and Susan seemed fast asleep. So I continued to give my wife more pleasurable torture, not being quite sure if I could make her come. I slid my hand down to the waistband of her skirt, and proceeded to draw up the hem so I could better access her moist pussy. I stroked the inside of her thighs, and felt the heat from her pussy emanating out. I stroked her pussy through her panties, and slipped one finger inside the leg hole. I continued to stroke gently the outer lips of her very wet pussy, and lingered in her soft pubic hair. She then helped me ease her panties down and off and she stuffed them in my pants pocket. She was really quite ready for more, because I felt her hand on top of mine and guide me back to her wetness. With gently pressure, she helped me ease a finger inside her with ease, and I felt her let out a sigh. She kept her finger on top of mine, and started to encourage me to slide my finger in and out. She then directed my finger to her clit, and rubbed her clit with my finger. This was great. She was masturbating with my hand. I could tell she wanted to come badly by the anxiousness of her strokes. I just followed along. She managed a rhythm and motion to keep her clit rubbed and get out finger inside of her. She was slow yet somehow also very much with a purpose. I know she likes to be teased, as do I, but this time she was not going to be stopped. Pretty soon she picked up her tempo, and I felt her breathing getting shallow and quick. Then after a couple minutes, I felt her orgasm grasp our fingers as she pressed them harder and deeper inside herself. Her inner muscles contracted tightly and she kept biting her lip as not to let out any yells or gasps. She kept out hands pressed inside her for a couple minutes, and then slowly withdrew then, totally covered in her sweet juices. Keeping in her role of being asleep, she kind of let out some sleepy noises, and then rearranged herself so she lay down on the seat facing me with her head on my lap. She drew the blanket up around her shoulders, and as far as possible over my legs. My erection was throbbing now, and she started to gently stroke it up and down through my pants. Each minute or so, she would reach up and unbutton one button at a time of my jeans in between extremely pleasurable strokes of my cock and balls from the outside. Then, when all the buttons were undone, the head of my cock was exposed above the waistband of my underwear. I let out a deep sigh as she ever-so-lightly traced circles around the head. I kept looking down trying to get a good look at her while still trying to feign being asleep. She was facing me, and I could see her eyes looking intently at my swollen cock only inches from her mouth. She hooked her thumb around the waistband and drew them down a little so she could stroke the underside of my shaft. Holding the elastic with two fingers, the other fingers drove my absolutely crazy as they teasingly stroked the groove on the underside. She knew what this does to me, so she kept her strokes too light and slow to make me come, but hard enough to send bolts of pleasure down to my toes. I tried hard to keep still, but couldn't help thrusting my hips up towards her mouth. I took one hand and re-found her tits under her shirt and tried to distract myself by turning her on again. With the other hand, I tried to pull her head closer to my cock. When I did that, she stopped her hands, and looked at me with a look to tell me to be patient. I tried to relax, and the more I sat still as she continued to tease my hard cock, the more it felt marvelous. I know if I can sit still and totally concentrate on her motions, the feelings are intensified. She rewarded my patience and control by sliding her mouth to my cock and lightly licked the underside. I pulled the blankets up enough to cover her head, and enough to allow her to breathe and me to see in the dim light of the streetlights. I picked my hips up so she could slide my pants and underwear down enough so that my cock was fully exposed to her. She reached up and drew the head of my cock inside her mouth. I saw her lips close firmly around the head and then I felt her tongue lick slow circles around the head, and probe at the hole at the tip. She kept just the head inside for a while and started to make sucking motions with her lips and tongue. And then she paid special attention with her velvety tongue to the most sensitive groove on the underside. The feeling of her hand around the base stroking combined with the sight and feeling of her mouth filled with the head of my raging cock was out of this world. She looked up at me keeping my cock in her mouth, and then shifted a little and began to slide my whole cock inside her waiting mouth. Inch by inch I could see and feel myself being engulfed by her warm, moist lips. I felt her lips at my pubic hair as she sat still, with my shaft completely buried inside her mouth. I couldn't control the pulsations of my cock, and she just sucked softly until I regained some control. Knowing that she couldn't make too much sucking nose with the other two in the front seat, she began to apply rhythmic sucking motions with her mouth that felt better that a warm pussy clamping down. She withdrew her head a little and continued her sucking action. Her hand returned to the base and began to pump what was not in her mouth. I felt my orgasm approaching and told her so by squeezing harder on her tits. Her nipples were erect in my fingers and I knew she wanted my come in her mouth. Her rhythm was too slow to send me over the edge right away, but I felt myself steadily getting closer. She knew she had me close to the point of no return, and started to bob her head up and down a little. Now in addition to her hand on the shaft of my cock, her mouth was generating perfect friction in the right places. I felt her teeth and tongue slide against the ridge around the head, and she sucked harder there. I could tell I was just about to come and clenched my hands and mouth to stifle any noise. Then I felt my orgasm hit and shot my come deep inside her mouth. She kept her mouth glued to my cock and she sucked and swallowed as I kept spurting. Her hand pumped every drop from me, and her mouth collected every drop. She looked back up at me with my cock still in her mouth and she smiled as my cock began to soften inside her despite being still turned on as hell. She kept me inside her for a few more minutes then slowly and languorously released me from her lips. I managed to rearrange my pants, and she rearranged herself as best she could. After a few more minutes we "woke up," and snuggled each other for the rest of the ride, feeling quite rested by the time we got to our destination. Car Trip It's hard to believe we only met 24 hours ago. My pussy aches from the poundings you have delivered to it, my clit is begging for a break and my nipples throb, having just been released from nipple clamps. I have cum more in the last day that in the last year! Your handsome cock is resting, I have sucked you dry! You grin, sitting up on the bed. The restraints from our last game lay forgotten along the edges of the bed. Your jism covers my breasts and belly. "go take a shower, we are going to be heading out in a bit," you tell me. I also grin. I am oh so sore, but oh feeling so damn good. I would go along with anything at this point. The pleasure you have wrung from my body is amazing. I am in the warm steamy shower, slowly lathering my body, rejuvenating it for the next games we intend to play. As I begin to wash my hot pussy, you pull the shower curtain back. I freeze, suddenly shy. You chuckle and tell me to keep going. "But wouldn't you rather wash me?" I ask teasingly. You grin and climb in the warm water with me. You take over the chore of cleaning my body, washing and touching me everywhere. As the spray removes the suds, you hand me the washcloth and I soap it up. I begin by washing your chest and arms, and turning you, across your broad, strong back. I carefully clean your ass and back of legs, then turn you again so I can wash your cock and balls. I kneel in the water, cleansing you first with the cloth, rinsing, then take you into my mouth so I can pleasure you while I clean you! My intent is to suckle and cleanse you. You have been hard and have cum so much, I am actually shocked when I feel your response. I grin in delight and suck you deeply into my velvet mouth, loving the taste and texture and fit. You are semi-erect and growing in my mouth. I lick, suck and lave your cock and balls as warm water cascades from the shower over your strong shoulders as you block the stream from my face. I suck you deeper and deeper into my mouth, twisting and twirling my tongue. You begin to move your hips, fucking my mouth. Your hands twist into my wet hair, pulling me closer and closer as you groan your delight. Seconds later you roar your approval as you cum again, spraying over my breasts. Laughing, I tell you I'm glad I'm in the shower, it saves a trip! You laughingly agree as you help me to my feet and wash my breasts. We don't linger, it is time to go. Stepping out of the shower, we teasingly dry each other and head into the bedroom. I stop in surprise, so this is why you didn't join me right away. The bed is neatly remade, with the pillows stacked In the middle of it. You nod towards the pillows and tell me you need me to climb up on them. I climb on all fours and lay across the pillows, with my ass raised. Suddenly, I feel a stinging slap across my ass. I gasp and groan. I have told you that I have been turned on by spanking stories, but this is the first time you have even acted like you remembered that. You rain down blows across my ass, pushing my legs apart and paddling without pause. I am moving beneath your hands, my ass is burning oh so good. I am sure it is pinking up nicely. Suddenly, you stop and I groan in both relief and disappointment. Before I can even think, before I can even breath, you bring down a blow across my entire ass! I didn't see you, hear you or know you were grabbing a paddle. The blow stings and pains me while pure pleasure shoots through my body! Four more blows follow and my ass is on fire! You stop and begin to rub my reddened ass and the sting is amazing. My pussy is clenching, I want you, I am yours to do as you wish with. Your hands stop and I feel you move away. Then the cool lube hits my rosebud. We haven't had any anal play up until now. I feel the dildo pressing against my ass and then you push and seat it into my stretched hole. The pressure is intense, I have never felt so full in my entire life. You pull me from the bed and I move gingerly, trying to understand this new feeling in my ass. You hand me a pair of panties and we both begin to dress. No bra, you were adamant. Tight sweater -- you want to see my tits bounce when I walk. Skirt, so you can have easy access to my pussy, heels so my tits bounce a lot when I walk. We get on the elevator and as we are alone, you reach under my skirt and shake my ass, knowingly moving the dildo around inside of me. Just before the doors open, you slaps both hands across my aching ass, jarring the dildo and reheating my already fired ass! We go to the car and you smile. We have almost two hours to drive and you intend to torture me the whole way. You plan to wring orgasm after orgasm from me, but what you don't know is that I have similar ideas of what I can do to you as well. You open the door and help me into the seat. The dildo forces itself deeper into my ass and I feel the burning of it as it stretches me. You know I have only played a little with anal sex, and have never really had anything in my nether hole before. As we pull out of the lot, you tell me to lay the seat back. I do and then you instruct me to unbutton my sweater, exposing my breasts. I blush and slowly begin to do so. This means any passing vehicle taller than ours will see my tits! Oh God! I do as you ask and you have another surprise in store, You hand me a blindfold and tell me to put it on. Oh, oh -- God -- I won't know if anyone can see me.....I have absolutely no control...... Then you laugh as we pull up to the first light. I have just covered my eyes, so I saw it coming up. You reach behind the seat and I hear a rattle. You tell me to put my hands above my head and I feel shackles close around my wrists. I am defenseless, my hands are stretched above, raising my breasts which are uncovered, while I am blind to whatever you want to do to me. My pussy is soaked and I moving in the seat, but each movement brings contact of my sore ass to the seat, and also stretches my ass more and more with the inserted dildo. I start to ask questions and you laugh again. You insert a rag into my mouth so I can't talk, I am gasping into the rag, so hot and so needing more from you. I feel my skirt being flipped up. It is a western cut skirt, so it can flip in any direction. I feel your hand at the top of my panties and you tell me to lift my ass. Before I even think, you have slid my panties to my knees, effectively binding my legs. Oh -- I could kick out of them, but you warn me not to. I didn't understand how much protection my panties had offered to my sore ass, but I feel the sting even greater without them. You play with my pussy and I know that if anyone passes us, they will see me laying in the seat, body exposed and played with at my lover's will. You flick my clit, driving me so crazy. Then I hear you fumble with the bag and I feel the cold against my pussy as you push a vibrator into my cunt. You lock the ears around my clit and turn it on. I am so filled. So hot, so turned on. I don't care who can see me, I am so hot, oh my lover, what you do to me. I don't think I can take anymore, and yet, yet, I feel you rubbing my nipples. Your twist and pull on them, elongating the hard nubs. I gasp when I feel a clamp around my left nipple, followed quickly be a clamp on my right nipple. They feel different, then I understand, when they begin to suck. Oh, my. Your turn the vibrator up and I am lost. I am exposed, and cumming at your will. You watch me as you drive, wringing orgasm after orgasm from my willing body. I have lost track of time, and shutter when I hear the car turn off. We have arrived and you come around and remove the toys, bindings and blindfold. I am disorientated, wrung out. You hand me some Gatorade, because I am also dehydrated. We go inside, my skirt has covered my ass, but my panties are still around my knees and my sweater is open. I am so wrung out, I don't care, I just walk carefully so the panties don't slip anymore. You let the dogs out and then sit down on the couch. You look at me and say come here. Mockingly, you tell me I came without your permission, and I am to crawl across your lap. I do, and my skirt is flipped up so you can spank my ass. You paddle for a while, my ass is burning and I am amazed because my pussy is getting wetter and wetter. And you fiend, you know it. Cause you keep stopping to rub my ass and flick my clit and pump fingers into my dripping pussy. You stop for real this time and tell me to stand in to corner, panties around my knees, skirt rucked up, while you finish the chores. You let the dogs back in, feed and water them and play with them a few moments. I stand, a total wreck, in the corner while you do this. Coming back, you tell me I can use the bathroom and I rush into it. I have to pee so bad! I clean up a bit as well, and pull my panties back up, button up my sweater.....I don't know why I bother. You don't either and grin evilly when I come out. You tell me to bend over the table, and flip my skirt up again. Pulling my panties down, I feel lube again being applied to my aching ass. A bigger dildo is introduced and pushed home into my rosebud. You finally tell me that this is an anal trainer, and before we get back to the city, you will be pulling over to fuck my ass. In fact, you have already picked out the perfect place! We go to the car, and rather than getting into the seat, you tell me to climb on the floor.....I am going to suck you while you drive. I smile, this is perfect. I reach into my bag and pull out my surprise. I palm it, while you walk around the car. As you back out, I free your cock and suck it deeply into my mouth. Before you know what has happened, I have slipped a cock ring around your rapidly growing cock. Your turn to be surprised and delighted! This is so great, I am going to suck you forever, cause this ring is one that doesn't let you cum until it is released. I suck you deeply into my mouth, laving your cock with my tongue. I lash at you with my tongue, twirl, suck and nibble. You chuckle and let me have my lead with your cock. It is mine and I can suck, touch and play with it to my hearts content. We drive for a while, I don't pay attention to time, I am lost in your musky male scent and enjoyment of licking and sucking your handsome cock. The plug in my ass has stopped hurting, it is more just a stretching pain that excites me and if I position myself just right, I can pull it deeper into my ass when we hit bumps in the country road. A while into our trip, you pull over and turn the car off. Your cock is so hard and throbbing and I am sucking like a greedy little pig. You pull my hair and move me away. Looking out the window, I see we are at a picnic area. Now, it is October in Wisconsin, so there isn't anyone out. Plus it is early evening, dusk is settling in. You exit the car, covering your hard on with your shirt and come to my door and help me out. We go the picnic table and you bend me over the wooden table. You flip up my skirt and yank down my panties. Grasping the dildo, you pull it roughly from my ass and before I can even breath again, your hard, throbbing cock fills my ass to overflowing. My rosebud stretches and sweet pain implodes as you slap against my still red ass cheeks. You pump and pump into me, while your hands slap and rub my cheeks. You slide a hand around and begin to work my clit. You pump harder and harder and now grab my long hair and pull me back against you, slamming into me harder. You reach down and flip the cock rings side, releasing your penis and you pump several more time before you roar your approval. You slam a few more times into me and then release deep into my ass! A few more pumps and you pull out of me. I came just moments ago, when I felt your pulsing cock release into me. I moan as you step back and I am still bent over the table, ass and sex completely exposed to the elements. The cold wind rushes over my skin and I move to cover myself. Laughing, we look at each other and dress. We return to the car and you help me in. We put the seat up and we take off. We chat now, taking a break.....Our bodies aren't as young as they once were and we both need to regain energy before we get back. You ask if I'm hungry, and when I say yes, you chuckle and say there's a good restaurant just up the road.....then you look at the vibrator resting on the floor and begin to chuckle even harder... Car Trouble As my wife entered the living room my cock jumped to attention and became as hard as a lead pipe. Sherri was wearing a yellow skin tight leather miniskirt with a translucent pale yellow blouse that when the light was just right I could see that she wasn't wearing a bra. And the fact that she was showing plenty of cleavage because two of the buttons were conveniently missing was an added bonus. The four inch pumps were also a pale yellow just like her blouse and her long shapely legs were covered with nylons. Her complete outfit highlighted her curvaceous 5 foot 4 inch, 107 pounds beautifully, giving her 34 x 21 x 34 figure a sex appeal that a lot of those "big breasted" women just don't have. As I stared at her in astonishment her sultry voice tickled my ears like a warm breeze but I had trouble understanding what she was saying. "Well, Phillip!! How do I look? --- Do you think I'm dressed sexy enough to fulfill your fantasy of other men gawking at me. ----- Or would you rather we just stayed home tonight?" Her tinkling laughter was like a fairy spell as understanding suddenly dawned wiping the blank and dumb expression from my face and freeing my numbed brain. My mouth hung open emitting nonsensical sounds as my eyes feasted on the sight before me. What the hell do you say when a sex goddess is standing in front of you with a body that's saying "Fuck Me". We had been married for better then four years and lately our sex life hadn't been as great as it used to be, and even though we had talked about spicing up our sex life, aka; our marriage by telling each other a fantasy or two it was mostly my fantasies that were told but until this very moment it had only been talk. I almost shot a load in my pants as this redhead fox walked toward me with hips swaying provocatively till but a foot away she ran her hands over her miniskirt clad body and with another tinkling laugh that took my breath away she leaned over me whispering softly that beneath her miniskirt she had only a garter belt and that tonight would be a night I would remember for a long time. As we drove to the restaurant she snuggled close and while her hand rubbed over my bone stiff cock her lips sent tingling chills up my spine as they traveled over my neck and ears. I felt like saying to hell with dinner and just pulling off the road and fucking her brains out. I hadn't felt this turned on in months. The heady scent of her perfume as well as her actions were driving me up the wall and I didn't think I could wait till we returned home, I wanted to fuck her now. Eating dinner was pure hell, every man as well as several women kept looking at Sherri, and I could tell from their expressions that they wanted to get her in bed as bad as I did. Of course the sultry looks she was giving the men was just as good as saying, "I'm yours, fuck me." As I paid the check I could hardly hide my eagerness to get home and bed her but she surprised me saying that the night was young and that she wanted to go dancing. I lamely protested, pleading with her that we should go home, but she insisted and soon we were in a night club where I sat stupidly scarfing drinks and watching her on the dimly lit dance floor. She hadn't touched a drop but I was drinking enough for both of us as her actions were driving me crazy because once on the dance floor she didn't leave. It was as if everything and everyone were conspiring against me to keep me from taking her home and making love to her. Every dance was a slow one, and as each new partner held her close it seemed as if her lilting laughter in response to what I imagined was whispered offers to bed her were making my blood boil. Their was little doubt that beside the dancing and her own whispered responses that she was openly flirting with the men, and while some tried to hide the fact they were feeling her up, others did it brazenly and in fact it seemed to me she encouraged it. I was beginning to get really pissed and when I pulled her from her latest dance partner her flushed face and rapid breathing told me a story I really didn't want to hear. But I had to admit that seeing her passed from stranger to stranger with most of them feeling her ass and tits was giving me one hell of a case of blue balls, my cock was so hard it actually hurt. Pulling her into my arms I told her latest dance partner to fuck off and then holding her close and swaying gently on the dance floor her lips and hot breath tickled my chest as she melded to my body with whispered words of how horny she was while at the same time giggling like a school girl about the men wanting her. But her next words stopped me cold. "Do you want to share me with these men Phil. You told me you wanted to see me getting fucked by strangers. Well if you want, you can invite them to our house, all of them. --- That is what you wanted wasn't it. --- To have strangers fuck me as you watched, well now's your chance, or was that just talk?" Telling her I had changed my mind I said her fucking cunt was mine and I'd be damned if I was going to share her with any strangers. "We're going to a motel slut and I'm going to fuck your brains out, I'm going to fuck you every which way I can think of." I don't know if it was because I mentioned the motel or my filthy language but she kissed me so hard it took my breath away and when she crammed her tongue into my mouth I thought she would choke me. As I dragged her toward the car I kept calling her a whore and a slut and telling her how I was going to fuck her while she in turn told me she could hardly wait to feel my cock in her pussy. Here I was driving around looking for a motel with a hot ass vixen sitting beside me ready and eager to be fucked and I'm thinking that when you want a motel you can never find one and this time was no different, were the fucking hell is the motel anyway? With her skimpy miniskirt almost to her waist giving me as well as anybody who happened to be driving alongside an unobstructed view of her hot pussy I almost lost control of the car as one of her hands dove between her legs. Sherri's legs opened wider as she pushed two fingers into her pussy, and as her ass began bouncing from the seat in response to her administration's she huskly whispered she needed me bad and couldn't wait. Her head fell back and moans of ecstasy issued from her sweet lips and I was about to cum in my five hundred dollar suit as I watched my wife bring herself to an orgasm. I never saw the other car till it was almost on us, and as I swerved and slammed on the brakes my wife screamed out her climax. I had been on the wrong side of the road and it was damn lucky I hadn't killed us both as well as the people in the other car. As I sat there shaking like a leaf Sherri's moans slowly brought me back from my moment of fright and panic. Looking over at my wife I was astonished to see that she now had three fingers buried in her cunt and that her ass was beginning to bounce more rapidly and if I hadn't been so shook up I would have found it almost funny. She was so hot and horny that she hadn't noticed that I had almost killed us and her lust choked plea for me to fuck her proved it. Suddenly I heard angry yelling and someone pounding on my car door and window, and as I tore my eyes away from my wife I looked out at two angry men. Rolling the window down I smiled foolishly asking if there was a problem. "Damn right you stupid son of a bitch. Where the fuck did you learn to drive anyway? Look at my car, I had to run into a ditch to keep from hitting your dumb ass. It's going to cost big bucks to get it towed and fixed and you damn well better have insurance to cover the cost, or else have plenty of cash on you." While he continued to scream about my stupidity the dome light came on and I thought that now was a hell of a time for her to be getting out of the car. As I turned toward Sherri to see what the hell was going on I was astonished to see that she was still sitting their with her hand between her widely splayed legs but that her door was open and that two men were leaning in and looking at her with wide disbelieving eyes. One of them reached out with a smirking grin to gently push aside her hand that had been massaging her breast. Slowly he unbuttoned the rest of her blouse before sliding his hand between the loose folds and began squeezing her pert tits while at the same time rolling her nipples between his thick fingers. Her eyes were closed and she just moaned as she kept fingering herself. "Oh, god Phillip fuck me now!! I need your cock so bad I can taste it. Ohhhh Goddd your hand feels so good on my tits, Kiss me Phillip, kiss me and pinch my nipples and then fuck me like you used to." The guy looked at me grinning like a damn fool as he pulled, rolled and pinched her nipples drawing gasp of pleasure from my wife, and then winking at me he bent and began kissing my wife running his tongue deep into her mouth while grinding his lips against hers. With his lips mashed to hers and his tongue working deep into her throat he continued to massage her tits and pinch her nipples drawing wimpering sounds arousal from Sherri. I was so stunned and yes aroused by the wanton scene of my wife kissing this stranger that I barely heard the hushed voices of his friends as they said how fucking hot the bitch was. Nervious laughter from several mouths as one of them commented that maybe they oughty fuck the cunt as payment for stupid wreaking their car, and then I heard her moan my name and another sobbing plea to be fucked just before my door opened and I was dragged from the car. Looking around in panic I counted five men, actually four men and a teenager, and as two of them held me the teenager climbed into the car and slid across the seat beside my wife. Struggling against the men that held me I screamed at them to leave my wife alone just as another man stepped in front of me slapping my face so hard it rattled my teeth and brought tears to my eyes. "You just better calm your ass down old boy as we work out how your going to pay for my car ---- Hey, I've got it, how about we do what Roger said, how bout we fuck your bitch as payment. How about it friend? Seems to me she's so God damn hot she'd probably like that. ---- So how bout it, you think your woman would like fucking five strangers as payment for your stupidly." And then turning from me he looked at his friend's telling them it was pussy time. Voiced approval and laughter about how they were going to fuck the red head's brains out met his declaration and I watched in horror as the teenager slowly slipped Sherri's blouse from her shoulders. For several beats of my pounding heart everything that happened next slowed to a crawl, it was as if I were watching a porno movie in slow motion. With my wife still responding to the passionate kiss and tit groping from the one man the teenager brought his lips to her left nipple and began sucking and nibbling like a new born baby as one of his hands slid between her legs to join hers in fingering her cunt. I couldn't believe it when she reached up grabbing his head and pulled his face tighter to her lust hardened tit moaning softly while her ass bounced up and down matching the deep thrusting multiable fingers buried in her pussy. And then everything speeded up to normal as the two guys holding me joked about showing the slut a fucking good time while I in turn screamed hoarsely for them to leave my wife alone. Beside the car the one who had slapped me was engrossed in watching his two friends work over my wife but at my scream he slowly turned telling me to shut the fuck up or I wouldn't be allowed to watch as they fucked her brains out. As I watched the man that had been kissing my wife raise his face from hers and began undoing his pants he looked at me smiling broadly and then turning back to her he asked if she would like a cock to suck. Her only answer was a deep sigh and a slight nod of her head as she cling almost desperatly with both hands to the teenagers head as her buttocks bounced from the seat to met his thrusting fingers that now had sole possession of her snatch. "Did you hear that Phil ---- that is your name isn't it, that is what she called you, right? What to do? ---- What to do? Ahhhh ha, I've got it Phil, why don't I give the little lady what she wants? ---- What's her name Phil? Oh, come on Phil, tell us her name. I'm sure we all want to know the name of the slut that's going to be sucking our cock's and drinking cum." As I stood staring at him dumbfounded and in shock I felt my arms being twisted behind my back and as I sank to the ground in pain one of them kicked me in the ribs. Through the pain I heard myself mumbling that her name was Sherri. Someone kicked me again and this time I screamed out her name. "Well, lets see this Sherri bitch suck my cock while Joey fingers her snatch and nibbles on those little titties of hers." I felt myself being pulled upright and then a rope draped around me, and as it tightened pinning my arms against my sides and my back to the tree the only thing I could do was look straight ahead at what was unfolding before my tortured eyes. As he brushed his hard cock over her face, he called her by name asking her if she really wanted a cock to suck on while she was getting finger fucked. To my utter amazement and shock she slowly turned her face toward him smiling and then reached out and clasped his cock tightly. Her tongue licked over her lips giving them an inviting sheen and as her head moved forward to engulf his erection her mouth opened and a single long drawn out "Yeeessssssssss!!" escaped her before his cock slid between her lips. Her lips closed tightly around the shaft of his cock as it slide between her soft lips and I could see her cheeks hollow as she drew a suction on his cock. As more and more of his cock slide into her sucking mouth I found myself wondering if she would deep throat him and then I quit wondering as one of her hands reached up and began fondling his balls as the other reached around his hips and grabbed his ass cheek pulling him toward her face. Her lips slid down his cock till they were around the base and her nose was pressed into his belly. My wife of four years who had only sucked on the head of my dick once in a blue moon was now deep throating seven or eight inches of a strangers cock and loving it. As the cock slipped into her throat the teenager removed his fingers from her cunt and then shifting slightly himself he twisted her body around while raising one of her legs and placing her foot on the seat. With her body adjusted thus and one foot on the floor and the other on the seat beside him this allowed him easy unhampered access to her cunt. With a last minute adjustment to Sherri he turned to look at me asking if I could see the fucking whore's hot snatch. "Hey Phil can you see that hot little snatch of hers ---- Well I hope so because I'm going to shove my whole damn hand inside and fuck her with it ---- Oh yea going to fist fuck this redhead whore, going to fist fuck her good." Raising his hand for me and everyone to see he tightened his fingers together and spit on them a couple of times and then as one hand mauled her smallish but perfect tits and yanked at her nipples he began ranting at her as he slowly guided his hand between her widely splayed legs to her exposed cunt and pushed. Again and again he pushed against her cunt and as his clenched fingers sank to the knuckles my wife's mouth to opened emiting what I hoped was anything but a satisfied moan from her throat before her lips once more tightened around the cock fucking into her mouth. "Going to fist fuck you bitch, going to shove my hand in that hot cunt of yours and fuck you good --- Oh yea you fucking slut, that's it --- work that cunt --- that's it, that's a good cunt, take it bitch, take it all ---- going to fist fuck that hot snatch of yours as you gobble cock, going to fist fuck you good." Her mouth opened around the cock in her mouth and a gargled word hissed from her throat before her lips again clamped tightly around the jerking cock. And as in answer to her plea he shoved again and with unbelieving eyes I watched as her pussy literally flowered open and his hand sank into her cunt to his wrist. Sherri's body began to twitch and spasm like she had a tropical fever as the single gargled word issued from her lips. I knew that the answer had been "YES" when her pussy had flowered open and seemed to suck his hand inside, and from the way her body was twitching and spasming I knew that Sherri was having one hell of an orgasm Her back arched raising her buttocks from the seat as she lunged upward meeting the fist that was pounding into her cunt. As he worked his fist in and out of her cunt his wrist and what I could see of his hand from time to time glistened from her juices, but despite his hard lunges she never missed a stroke on the cock in her mouth as her head bobbed back and forth. She was having one hell of an orgasm as she gobbled on the strangers cock in her mouth and humped into the teenagers fist buried in her cunt. Both of her arms encircled the mans hips at her head and her fingers gripped his buttocks tightly as she pulled him into her face taking him deep into her throat as he yelled out that he was going to drown her with his cum. Everyone could see that she was swallowing one hell of a load of spunk as her lips locked around the base of his cock and her throat muscles seemed to be working overtime making sure that she didn't lose a drop while her own juices flowed from her fist stuffed cunt. As the cock slipped from her still sucking mouth leaving a string of cum joining her lips to the cock she moaned soulfully as her back again arched lifting her buttocks from the seat and ground her pelvis into the youths plunging fist before collapsing back to the seat and swiping her tongue across her lips. With a shit eating grin as he looked at me the teenager pulled his fist from her cunt and then climbed from the car joining the man whose cock she had just sucked and together they pulled her from the car and led her across the road to the front of their car laying her face down across the hood. By turning my head slightly I could see everything because the head lights from our car bathed the area around theirs in stark brilliance as every thing else was dark. Their car was at such an angle that I was looking at my wife sideways. Pulling her tight leather miniskirt from around her waist leaving her with only her pale yellow garter belt, 4 inch pumps and stockings their hands began running over her tight firm ass cheeks before pinching and needing her nipples and pussy lips. Sherri soulfully moaned out her pleasure and satisfaction, and as the others joined them she soon had five pairs of hands running over her body. Her firm tight ass stuck up in an inviting position and as they spread her legs apart the teenager stepped behind her and dropped his pants. He began rubbing his cock over her cunt lips and up through the crack of her ass and I watched in fascination as her hips began gyrating and moans of wanton passion gargled from her throat. As the teenager continued to tease her with his cock, two others fondled her small firm tits while the one who had hit me entwined his fingers in her hair and twisted her face to his. The fifth and final man climbed onto the hood to sat down before her while letting his legs fall to either side of her prone form, and then unzipping his pants he pulled his cock out and began stroking it. "You liked that didn't you slut, you liked sucking cock and swallowing cum as my kid brother fisted your hot snatch. But now Sherri, now the fun really begins." Mumbled choked words I couldn't understand spilled from her slack lips as if in answer to his taunts, and then with a laugh he looked at me answering that yes Phillip was watching, but that he didn't think I wanted her to fuck them. He thinks that we're forcing you, but we know better don't we cunt. ---- We know your nothing but a cock hungry slut that would fuck a dozen cock's if they were here. Suddenly his attention went back to Sherri as she mumbled something else, but this time he had to bend down to catch her choked response. Straining both against the ropes that held me and a desprate need to hear what she was saying did little good but I soon had my answer. "What's that Sherri, I'm wrong! Phillip want's you to fuck us. ------ So tell him whore, tell him that I'm wrong and that you'd like nothing better then fucking the five of us as he watches. Tell him you want our cock's." I could see her chest heaving as she gulped in air as her body quivered both from the teasing of the teenager who was still rubbing his cock up and down the crack of her ass as well as the mans taunting words and then he dropped her head into the lap of the man sitting in front of her on the hood. "Oh Goddd yess. I want him to watch you fuck me, I want -----------, Oh God just fuck me, all of you fuck me. I want your cock's. Fuuuuuccckk meeeeeeee." As her plea for their five cock's became whispers the teenager lunged forward burying his cock in one swift bone jarring thrust. She humped back almost pushing herself from the hood of the car as she impaled herself hurtfully on the teenagers bone hard erection. While the teenager pounded into her the others goated him on, telling him to stick it to the fucking bitch. I could plainly hear the smugness in their voices as they asked how she liked having strange cock pounding her pussy. Sherri was now beyond caring whose cock or how many were going to fuck her, she was like, and no better then a dog in heat. Car Trouble They ignored me as they fondled her wildly bucking body while whispering to her that she was nothing but a cock hungry slut and that she was going to fuck and suck cock all night. While the teenager pounded into her from behind the man sitting in front of her twisted his fingers into her red hair lifting her face from the hood of the car and scooted forward before dropping her head onto his dick. Opening her mouth she eagerly gobbled his cock like a street urchin who was starving to death and as the other three ran their hands over her body pinching her tits and nipples, she bobbed her head in time to the teenager pushing into her from behind. As the boy fucking her shot his load and stepped back, one of the men hurriedly took his place and began fucking her just as hard and fast as the boy had. For the second time she was getting a cock at both ends and from the way she was moving I could see that nothing or anyone could stop her till she had satisfied herself as well as all five of these men. While the two cock's moved almost in unison the others fondled their dick's and joked about what a cock hungry slut she was. Standing there tied to the tree with a raging hard-on watching my sensuous wife getting fucked by those two cock's as three other strangers watched and cheered them on made me wonder how much cock it would take to satisfy her. At almost the same time as her own orgasm ripped through her body the cock pounding into her pussy shot its load to spill cum down her quivering thighs. She seemed to vibrate like a guitar string as she climaxed over and over. She frenziedly squirmed between the one she was sucking and the one filling her pussy with cum before he pulled out. Another took his place and within two strokes Sherri was pushing back against his lunges just as she had the two before him. As the forth dick sunk between her quivering legs I wondered if before these five strangers were finished, they wouldn't have three dick's pounding into her at the same time. As if reading my mind one of them twisted his fingers into her hair pulling her mouth from the cock she was still sucking and laughingly told her that they were going to fuck her brains out. "This is going to be a night you and your old man are going to remember for a long time you redheaded cock hungry slut -----Your going to fuck and suck till you pass out and then we're still going to fuck you --- Hey one of you guys untie Phil and bring him over here so he can lap our cum from his whore's cunt before we start again. Once he's got her cunt clean we'll have her show him how much she likes having three of us fuck her at the same time ---- I can't think of a better way for this cock hungry bitch to show her husband just how much she loves our dick's then to take three of us on at the same time. Would you like that whore, would you like three cock's filling you with cum at the same time after your old man laps your cunt clean" With cum coating her lips and more dribbling down her still quivering thighs from her multiple fucked cunt her only answer was a soft sigh of pleasure and a smile. As they dragged me forward and threw me to the ground at her feet he released his grip on her hair letting her sank slowly to the ground beside me and as I looked at her my mind was racing as it tried to take in what was happening. Someone pulled her to a sitting position and propped her against the bumper of their car as others spread her legs before someone shoved my face into her cum drenched crotch. As most of them taunted Sherri with disparaging remarks and vivid descriptions of simultaneous fucking her one of them yelled at me to lick out my whores filthy cum filled cunt. Unable to prevent what was happening or maybe just to scared to resist I pressed my face to her cum filled cunt and closing my eyes swiped my tongue up along her swollen cunt. As my tongue lapped at the spent juicies of their multiple use of her cunt I realized that the dirtier they talked to her the hotter she got. Grabbing my hair she ground my face into her snatch while lifting her legs up over my shoulders until the 4 inch heels of her pumps dug into the small of my back. Something in me snapped and I found myself wanting to suck her clean, heaven help me I really found myself wanting to do this. My teeth nibbled on her pussy lips and my tongue entered her cunt and began lapping the juices from her. My hands reached beneath her cup her ass cheeks and pull her tighter to my face. Her back arched as my teeth nipped at her clit and her thighs clamped tightly around my head as she screamed in ecstasy. Sherri's body arched so high that she lifted me almost two feet off the ground as she climaxed with a tremendous orgasm. Just as suddenly as I had been shoved face first between her long legs I was suddenly pulled away, and as I looked down at her still twitching body I couldn't help but to think that I couldn't blame these five men for wanting to fuck her. She was one hell of a sexy looking woman laying there with tits that were the perfect size, a handful, hard and firm, with nipples that just begged to be sucked, a slim waist and flat stomach leading into long legs. Not to mention the fact that a partly clothed women, even if it was with only a lacy pale yellow garter belt and stockings was more provocative then a totally naked one. Of course with her ass bouncing up and down and her soft sensuous voice begging someone to fuck her didn't hurt either. One of them knelt beside her head as another laid beside her and twisted her toward him as he lifted one of her legs. Sherri reached for the cock brushing her lips, and as she opened her mouth and slipped her lips over the head of his cock the other entered her pussy. And then another of them laid down behind her pushing his hard cock against her ass hole. With a little lubrication from her wet cum soaked thighs and pulling her hard back against him the third cock slipped into her ass. A muffled scream escaped from her cock stuffed mouth as the cock pushed forward into her ass. Her body stiffened and cries of pain and degradation escaped from her cock stuffed mouth. The three cock's began a rhythm that would bring them to satisfaction and empty their cum into her three holes. The three men grunted and strained as if trying to met and blend into one giant cock, filling her completely. Their bodies glistened with sweat as their cock's worked in and out of her lithe form that was sandwiched between them. Her chest heaved, as the air was knocked from her lungs each time the three cock's lunged forward together. Suddenly her cries of pain and degradation ceased and in their place were cries of pleasure and lust. Her body bucked and twisted as she moaned and screamed out her lust around the cock plunging into her throat. Her eyes flew open and somehow locked on mine, and as we starred at each other I heard myself tell her to fuck those cock's till they emptied their cum into her. "Fuck them Honey, show me how much you like these men fucking you. Show me how much you like having them fill you with cum." Her eyes closed slowly and she seemed to smile as a long soft moan of satisfaction rumbled from her chest. All to soon it was over as if on cue the three cock's simultaneously began filling her with cum. Her throat muscles worked rapidly but she couldn't swallow fast enough and some of it flowed from her nose and around the cock stuffed between her lips. The guy fucking her ass began to howl as his cum burst forth and flooded her bowels as did the one fucking her cunt, both filling her with what I can only imagine was a deep ricocheting river of cum, because as the cock fell from her lips she yelped with surprise and humped maddeningly between them. "Ughhhh! Goddd, YESSSSS! YEEESSSSSSSSSS!" And then she exploded in a mind numbing orgasm of her own that made her body quiver in pleasure. As she gasped for air, her chest heaving with exhaustion, moans of satisfaction slipped from her lips as the cock's were pulled from the clinging grip of her ass hole and cunt. With hardly a pause she was lifted to her hands and knees and as the two that were left took their place at her cunt and ass hole and rammed their cocks home a limp cum smeared cock was shoved into her mouth and once again she was servicing three cock's at once. Again a mind rending orgasm twisted her body and yet again three cock's buried themselves in her stretched cum filled holes. With each multiple penetration of her wildly bucking petite body she moaned with pleasure and pent up lust until finally she was left in a quivering semi conscious state. As the men dressed they threw a few dollars beside her prone form saying that whores should be paid for their services. One of them reached into our car and pulled her license from her purse and then waving it in the air he laughed saying that next time they would make sure to bring some of their buddies along. And yes they did see us again and as promised they had several of their friends with them but that's another story. Car Trouble Business had taken me to San Antonio, better known as "Brooke Country". It had, I thought, been the ideal chance to get together with the internet's sexiest woman. I had e-mailed her a few days before letting her know that I would be in town only for the one day, and asking her if she would like to go out to dinner with me before I had to catch my flight back home. Brooke had written back that she would have loved to do it, but, unfortunately she had a family committment she couldn't get out of and then a private cam show scheduled for later that evening. I was disappointed to be sure. To think that I was going to be so close to Brooke and not able to at least say hello was bringing me down into the blues. But I built up a polite attitude and I e-mailed back, telling her not to fret. We'd hook up some other time, I told her, full well knowing that I simply don't get to the area very often and it could be many months before another opportunity presented itself. So I drove along the I-410 loop, heading back to the airport. It was about 8 pm and traffic was starting to thin out from the rush hour melee that occurred earlier. My flight was at 10:30 so I had plenty of time to return the rental car, catch something to eat, and make the plane. Up ahead I caught sight of a car pulled to the side of the highway. I could see that a woman had just gotten out of the vehicle and had moved to the front, lifting up the hood. Since I had so much time before my flight I decided to pull up behind her to see if I could be of any assistance. I positioned my car about 15 feet behind the woman's and put my hazard flashers on. Looking behind me to make sure that a semi wasn't about to rip off my doors, I quickly opened the door and slid out. As I approached the vehicle ahead of me, the woman suddenly slammed down the hood, muttering "This is just great!". I stopped dead in my tracks. There standing before me, not 10 feet away, a smudge of grease on her cheek, was Brooke! "Brooke! What on earth happened?" She looked up, finally noticing me. "Darn car died!" she moaned. She had a quizical look on her face as she sized me up and down. Finally, the look turned to a smile as she recognized me from the pictures I had been sending her. I moved to join her at the front of her car and she gave me a quick hug. "What are you doing here?" she asked. I reminded her that I was in town on business. "Oh, yes, I remember. I'm sorry we couldn't hook up tonight." Then she laughed. "Well, I guess we're hooked up now. The only thing is I'm not going to make it back for the private cam show I have scheduled at this rate. It's scheduled for 9 o'clock and it's 8:10 now," she said glancing at her watch. I told her that I'd take a look at her car. I carefully raised the hood. I could see that she had a broken belt and that the engine had overheated. From the steam and smell I knew that the car wasn't going anywhere under its own power any time soon. "Look, let's call a wrecker to pick up your car," I suggested, "and I'll get you to your cam show on time." Brooke looked at me and said, "You'd do that for me? Don't you have to catch a plane or something?" "Brooke," I said, "do you honestly think I could possibly leave you stranded here? You have to know that I'd never let that happen." Brooke shook her head letting me know that she knew that I would never do that and she moved forward to give me hug. "Thanks, Cream Puff, you're an angel." Brooke slid into the passenger seat beside me and using her cell phone, we called a garage to send a tow truck out for her car. She told them she would check with them in the morning to see what it would take to have the car fixed. I was trying to act calm in the face of this calamity, but my pulse was racing. My god, I thought, I have Brooke, the most beautiful, sexiest woman on the internet, sitting right beside me! Brooke pulled down the vanity mirror and looked at her face. "Goodness," she exclaimed, "I must look a sight!" "Brooke, you are a sight. A beautiful sight!" I laughed as I looked over at her. She was her usual stunning self, dressed in a blouse and skirt that accented her gorgeous body in just the right ways. She was busy dampening a tissue and wiping the grease from her face. She told me that her boyfriend, was out of town on business, and that she was really thankful that I happened by when I did. Brooke started directing me to her place. Along the way we chatted. She asked about my wife and kids. I asked about her pets, her "babies". While we talked, whenever I looked over at her she had that terrific Brooke smile and those wonderful Brooke eyes were twinkling. Occasionally, she touch me on my arm to emphasize a point. I loved every mintue of that drive. We arrived at her place with about 10 minutes to spare before the show. I told her that it was great seeing her and that I hoped we could get together the next time I was in town. "You're not leaving?" Brooke said. I told her that I could still catch my plane if I left now. "But I need someone to help with the cam," she said. "You know how to work a camera, don't you?" "You want me to come up and work the cam for your private show?" I asked. Now my heart was beating a mile a minute. "Well, if you really don't want to ...," she cooed. Look, I would have to be a total idiot to pass up a chance like that, wouldn't I? Is there a man alive who wouldn't jump at the chance (well, maybe the Pope, but that's it!). I parked the car and went in with Brooke. There it was. The desk. The computer. The shelves. The stuffed animal. And adjacent to them, the bed! It was all as I had seen it on Brooke's cam shows since I joined her site. I was really there, in Brooke's room! If I had died right then, I would have died completely happy! I asked if I could use the phone to call my wife so I could tell her that something had come up and I may not be able to return until late tonight or tomorrow. Brooke pointed me to the phone and went into another room to get ready. I told my wife that there had been a problem on the highway and that I had missed my flight. Luckily she didn't ask for any more details than what I had given her. She wasn't opposed to me watching Brooke on my computer, but I wasn't sure she'd be thrilled that I would be watching her in person. Brooke emerged from the other room in a cheerleader's outfit and began setting up the camera and generally getting ready for the show. She explained what was expected of me. I'm not an expert in such things, but even I could tell that Brooke didn't need me to run the camera. She had a set-up that she could control all by herself! She was simply rewarding me for helping her out! That's Brooke for you. Sweet and considerate. Oh, yes. She's also the sexiest woman on the internet. I watched Brooke as the show started, pretending that I was actually doing something with the camera. Brooke was amazing! She concentrated totally on the guy who had bought the private show. Only occasionally would she glance up to see what I was doing. Brooke chatted with the guy and was totally into the cheerleader role. She flirted and teased him with expert precision. She had the poor guy in the palm of her hand. Trouble was, she had me in the palm of her hand as well. It's one thing to see Brooke on video on your PC, but it is quite another to see her flashing her breasts and pussy live! One flash and I had a huge erection! Another thing that you don't get over the internet is the sounds and smells going on. You missed Brooke's giggles. And you missed the aroma of her perfume. As the show moved forward, Brooke became more and more naked, until at last she was totally nude and lying on the bed. My heart continued to race and sweat began forming on my forehead and on my palms. Brooke ran her hands over her entire body. She had a look of wild abandon that only enhanced her sexiness. It's a good thing the cam was on a tripod, because if I had been holding it, the poor guy at the other end would have seen a radically shaking picture. I was trembling at the sight of Brooke. Her gorgeous face and beautiful eyes. Her succulent breasts. Her long, sexy legs and pretty feet. Her perfect ass and, shudder, her magnificent pussy! When she reached for her wavy blue vibrator and began inserting it into her pussy I nearly passed out! I couldn't help myself. I instinctively started rubbing my throbbing cock through the fabric of my pants. Brooke still concentrated solely on the guy sitting in front of his computer somewhere. She guided him along, too, as they both masturbated feverishly. I wanted to unzip my pants and begin stroking my own cock at this glorious sight, but Brooke had asked me to do a job and it didn't think that it would be professional for the camera man to suddenly abandon his post and start jacking off. Brooke came fiercely in a series of spasms that made my head reel. Her face was in sheer ecstacy as she worked the wavy blue vibrator in and out of her pussy. As the last wave of orgasm subsided, she opened her eyes and she looked directly into my eyes. It was the sexiest moment of my life. It was only an instant though as she immediately returned her attention back to the guy at the other end. They chatted for a while, and, since the hour had passed, the connection was broken. The show was over. Brooke gathered up her cheerleaders outfit that was now strewn all over the place. I stood there, trying to find a way to hide my still rigid cock. She came towards me, still nude, but carrying an armful of cheerleader clothes. "How'd you like the show?" she asked. I stammered something about it being terrific. She stopped and looked at me up and down. "By the look of you," she said, "I think that you thought that it was more than terrific." She walked over to me and reached down until her hand was resting on my pulsating cock. "Why, I can't let you leave like this," she laughed. "You might have an accident on the highway, and I'd never forgive myself." That would never happen, I thought to myself, because as soon as I got into my car, I was going to masturbate like a banshee, reliving each second of the past hour. Brooke dropped the clothes to the floor and knelt down before me. She unzipped my pants and pulled out my aching cock. Holding my cock in her hands, she looked up and said, "So I got you a little excited, huh, Cream Puff?" I dumbly nodded my head in the affirmative, and then a rolled my eyes in my head as she sweetly put her lips around the head of my cock and began sucking me gently. The sensation was indescribable! But I knew I wouldn't last. I kind of pulled back away from her because I knew I was about to explode, and as soon as my cock was free from her lips, I came in a long stream of cum that sailed over her shoulder and onto her back and the floor behind her. I was embarrassed. Alone with a naked Brooke and I lasted about 3 seconds. I sheepishly looked down at my feet. I didn't know what to say. Brooke stood up and grabbed my by the hand and walked me back to the bed. She sat me down and pushed me back on the bed saying, "You don't think I'm going to let you off that easily, do you?" She pulled off my pants and I practically ripped off my own shirt. She then positioned me on the bed and straddled me such that her ass was near my face and her face was near my crotch. She began sucking me again and I instantly became hard again. As she sucked, her ass was moving up and down before my face, and her pussy was just inches from my mouth. What could I do? What could anybody do in that situation. I began to lick and probe her pussy with my tongue. I nibbled on her pussy lips and suckled on her swollen clit. I could feel her body tense a little when I started to lick her and she began a steadier stroke on my cock. I couldn't believe it. I would never normally be able to perform again so quickly. Brooke's pussy was actually sweet. The cum that oozed from it had a distinctively sugary taste. Also the musky smell coming from it only incited me to more fervent licking. I was in heaven. Brooke got up and quickly changed position. She still straddled me, but this time her face was nearer to mine and she positioned her pussy directly over my crotch. She lowered her ass and her pussy actually sucked my cock into her. She looked down at me with those penetrating eyes. She was concentrating solely on me, just as she had done with the private cam show guy. She looked as if she could see into my soul as she began moving up and down on me, each excursion brought waves of pleasure to me that I had never known before. As she moved faster, I reached up to caress her breasts, each one soft, but full, with the nipples erect. She was moaning now, as was I. She moved her ass downward in one hard thrust and we both came in rapturous ecstacy. She collapsed on my chest and I put my arms around her and pulled her into me as tightly as I could. I could feel her chest heave with each breath. She tightened her legs to pull her body even further into me. I had never been this close to a woman before. We were nearly one. It was pleasure beyond belief. A moment in time not to be forgotten. Finally, after a few long moments, she rolled over onto the bed and I got up on one elbow to look at her. She had a completely contented look on her face. She looked at me so sweetly that it sent electrical currents up and down my spine. Her glorious body lay there before me. Perfect in every way. I could do nothing but just look at her. Her loveliness humbled me. I knew then that I could never experience such a moment ever again. Brooke drifted into sleep and I watched her for some time. I marveled at her face, her voluptuous breasts, her long well-formed legs, and her sexy feet. Her physical beauty was beyond compare. Her inner beauty went far beyond that. After a while I got up and got dressed. I went back to the bed and pulled the covers up over her body and kissed her cheek. I went over to her desk and wrote her a note: "Thank you, dearest Brooke, for the most wonderful night of my life. I will never forget it. You are forever in my heart, and in my mind, and in my soul." I then went out to my car and drove to the airport to make arangements for my flight home. Car Trouble I'm a driver. I love to drive. Long trips, short trips, makes no difference to me. Get me in a car, and I'm going. Unfortunately, I don't have a car that makes driving fun. It's a breakdown waiting to happen, the parting blow from my last relationship - with a mechanic who I thought might be around to fix the shitbox. Well, it's paid for and cheap to insure, and I have that shitbox to thank for the experience I'll relate in the next few paragraphs. It was a beautiful day, warm, sunny and I was headed home after a visit to the old home town. Long drive back to where I lived, straight stretches of superhighway with nothing but corn and soybean fields to see on either side, broken only with the occasional farmhouse. I took my mind off of any concerns about my slipping clutch by playing with the passing traffic. I love to play with truckers, I'll admit. I always dress for long drives in clothes that make it easy - short skirts, low cut tops, no panties... it's a snap to get a little attention as you pass with your hand under a skirt, a little tit showing. Makes those miles just whiz by! I was passing a long line of trucks at sundown, the sun slanting in through the driver's side window and giving me a good look in the side view mirror of the meat I was passing in the big rigs. I got such a thrill from the sight of their CB mics as they passed the word up the line of what was coming up... Me! I imagined their conversation as I cruised past, pulling a finger from my pussy, putting it in my mouth, rubbing the wet finger against my bare nipple where it peeked from my lacy bra, exposed by the transparent, open blouse that sat unevenly under the seat belt tucked under my left breast. I felt deliciously vindicated by every toot of the air horn, by every truck that kept pace with me as I flew past in my haze of sexual abandonment. Stupidly safe and slutty in my car. I passed the last truck, teasing my vibrating pussy to the edge of orgasm with my wet fingers. He was an appreciative voyeur, not asking me to pull over, but giving me the thumbs up and a short blast from his horn. I blew him a kiss as I passed him... I thought about the line of cocks I just passed, imagining each of them straining against the fabric of their jeans. Or better yet, out where the air was clean, them pumping with their free hand, on that long open stretch of road, on those swollen cocks that I was responsible for making so hard and full of cum. There was little traffic up ahead, and my tension began to abate without the steady teasing of truck driver eyes. My clutch foot on the dash, I absently fingered my still-wet pussy and fantasized about a rest-stop affair. Not that I would ever actually pursue that avenue. Mine was a purely exhibitionist hobby. I kept up a steady 70, putting the line of trucks behind me. Up ahead, the hot tarmac, white lines and a single black pickup about a half mile ahead. My pussy ached with unfulfilled desire. I pressed on the gas to catch the pickup. I pulled up closer behind the truck, noticing with a thumping of my heart that it was a man alone in the driver's seat. No need to straighten up and fly right, as there'd been if I'd seen a woman's head, or (worse yet) a kid's. I put on my one working blinker and smoothly moved into the passing lane. I glanced down to check the peek of my nipple from my blouse and slipped a finger into my once again gushing pussy. I passed the pickup at maybe another 5 miles per hour of speed above what the guy was doing, noticing what a nice truck it was, and the county from which he came. Nice place, I thought to myself! A pretty part of the state! Had a few friends down there - hope I didn't know this dude... Seeing someone you've met at a cookout fingering herself in a car tends to produce some odd reports back to the home folks. My pussy being in the driver's seat however, I decided to take the chance. I peered at my prey in his side view mirror. Tousled graying curls... cute round sunglasses... nice beard with just the right amount of white in it. I'm a sucker for older men. From personal experience, I've found that the old saw about snow on the roof tends to prove true every time. And they always know just what to do! As I pulled closer to even with him, I caught his glance in the mirror... and a big grin spread over his handsome face - fabulous, even white teeth that shone in the setting sun. Ooohh! I thought, a real fox, this one! Although it was too late to arrange myself in a more ladylike posture, I felt my whole body flush at the sight of his grin. Yikes! A strong wave of sexual charge coursed through me as I passed him and I felt my hips raise off the seat, my foot reflexively pressing the gas. I shot past him, my fingers on my hard clit and my breath coming hard from open lips. A fine film of sweat sprung out on my forehead, so close was I to the edge. I decided to coast into the right lane in front of him and gather my wits a bit before something unfortunate happened. But something unfortunate did happen... for my car, at least. A bare three-quarters of a mile registered on my long-ago flipped over odometer when a loud "thump" and backfire changed my heat to a cold chill. A glance in my rear view showed a big cloud of blue smoke emerging from the rear of my car. Smoke seeped from under the hood. With some relief, I saw an exit ahead maybe a hundred yards. I aimed my ex vehicle at the off ramp and nursed the gas, willing the heap to at least make it a little closer to the nearest town. The dear beast cooperated enough to get me up the ramp to the state route it met. Without stopping at the stop sign, I turned in the direction of "Silver Lake 3 miles" and prayed some rusty Hail Marys. The engine coughed back to life long enough to get me to a side road about a mile from the freeway. The red lights came on for real at that intersection. I yanked the wheel to the right and pulled far off onto the shoulder, no horizon but corn. As I cruised to a stop, the car was surrounded with a small cloud of foul-smelling fog. I sat for a moment with the windows rolled up while the fog cleared and hit the steering wheel with the heel of my hand. "Fuck me!" I yelled, angry at myself for being so cavalier about my imminent peril. I knew this was going to happen. And not so much as a cell phone to my name. And fairly inappropriate attire for hiking. Four-inch heeled sandals do not a pleasant couple of miles to the nearest farm house make. And I'm sure the religious folks round these parts would love my brief skirt and transparent blouse. Just their thing! I sat for a second, examining my options. A knock on the driver's side window made my heart jump to my throat. "Shit!" I whispered, almost panicked. I thought of all the truckers I'd teased and all the stories I'd heard about mass murderers. Just what my mother always warned me about. Well, maybe my tragic tale would keep some other smug slut from following in my footsteps. I peered out of the window to see the handsome bearded face of the driver of the black pickup I'd just passed. What a guy, to follow me all this way, eating that foul smoke! Wait! Should I be worried? "Car trouble?" he said loudly through the glass. The patent understatement took me so by surprise that I laughed. Hysterically. I rolled down the window, glad the smoke had dissipated somewhat. "Umm... apparently. That's very perceptive!" I hoped my light tone took the sting out of my flip comment. I was a tad overwrought. "My friends all tell me I'm the master of the obvious," came the equally flip reply, accompanied by another grin - those great teeth flashing in that hoary beard. Oh, my god! My guardian angel must be bucking for a promotion, bringing me this sexy good Samaritan. "Thanks for stopping," I humbly replied, suddenly shy. I felt the color rush to my cheeks. "Want me to take a look?" he rumbled in his husky voice that seemed to go in my ear and settle right in my pelvis. I smiled up at him with eyes and lips. I unlatched the driver's side door. "That would be really... great!" I burbled. He stepped back to let the door swing open. I put my left leg out and leaned down to pop the hood. I looked up to see him taking in the long expanse of bare leg I'd flashed without even thinking. My treacherous body reacted violently to his gaze, as my saner mind flipped my short skirt down between my spread legs. I decided to just go with the "que sera, sera" approach and put my hand out to let him help me from the driver's seat. He took my hand smoothly and provided just enough pressure to lever me free. Very gentlemanly, I thought! What a lucky girl I am! I stepped from the slightly smoking automobile onto the gravel of the roadside. "I really appreciate your help." He stood for just a bit longer than was polite, subtly noting my disheveled outfit. Glancing down, I noticed my left nipple was still free of it's lacy confines and clearly visible through the sheer fabric of my blouse. I laughed lightly and slid a sly hand inside the neckline to put away the rampant body part. "And I really appreciated the view," he growled, grinning crookedly. There was more than a touch of pirate about this one. I fell back against the car, my breath catching at the response my body had to the tone of his voice. Golly! What a man! With that comment, he strolled to the front of the car and lifted the hood. I stared straight ahead for a moment, vivid images of leading him into the cornfield distracting me from the process. After I'd gotten what little was left of my composure drawn back around me, I teetered over the gravel to peer into the bowels of the car with him. "Hmmm.... Looks pretty bad" he grumbled. "If I had my gun I'd probably just shoot it... put it out of its misery" he tilted his head toward me, the last rays of sun glinting off of his round glasses. I noticed they were getting lighter as the sunlight faded and I could see the shadows of incredible blue eyes behind the lenses. I felt a bubble of laughter welling up from my diaphragm. "There'll be no killing of helpless cars on MY watch, mister!" I threw my arms wide against the side of the car in a dramatic gesture that made my blouse gape open. Somehow, I just didn't care that my white lace was showing. He smiled again and shook his head, ducking it back under the hood to screw a cap back on some container of fluid. He slipped a white handkerchief out of his pocket and wiped his hands. "'fraid there's really nothing I can do about this. You'll need a tow." He sounded truly sorry for me. For that matter, I was truly sorry for me as well. Sheesh. Now what? I crossed my arms under my breasts and thought a minute as he lowered the hood and came to stand in front of me. "Do you need a ride?" he asked solicitously, not at all exuding anything like danger. I looked up into his now fully visible blue eyes in the dim light. Oh, yeah, I thought, I need a ride, alright... but not in a pickup truck. Or a car or any kind of motor vehicle, at least not at this moment. He continued to try to get some more persistent oil stains out from under his nails with his handkerchief. I had an idea! "Actually," I chirped, "if you have a cell phone, I can just call AAA - I'm a charter member!" "Not surprised, with a heap like this," he quipped. "Sorry, no offense... just hard to picture a classy lady like you in wheels like this." "Yeah you and me both!" I stood up straight and drew closer to him, watching his attempts to get the oil off his hands. "I've got just the thing for that -" I spun and leaned in the driver's window of my car, fishing around for my purse that held some little moist towelettes perfect for the task he pursued. I felt a breeze on my ass as I leaned in and realized that my skirt was lifting in the wind. I heard a gruff vocalization behind me. I froze, unsure for a moment what to do. Then I felt the barest touch of a rough finger on the outside of my bare thigh. My instincts took over. I held perfectly still, like a rabbit being sniffed by a big, hungry dog. The touch moved down my thigh to just above the outside of my knee, then a short half circle and directly up the back of my thigh. I felt my bare pussy contract, anticipating it's own share of the finger. It was to be disappointed. At least at this juncture. The finger disappeared. I shuddered in arousal and disappointment. But I found the small package and pulled my head through the window to stand and face my savior. "Here, try this on that oil - should be just the ticket!" I breathlessly tore open the package and handed him the dripping paper towel. His hand touched mine as he took it from me and our eyes locked. I could see at once that he was as aroused as I. And the tent in his khakis was another giveaway. "Thanks," he rumbled, "You're right, takes the stuff right off.... You know," he shuffled his feet a little, and I sensed he was going to say something that he thought might go terribly wrong. "You really should be more careful on the road..." I knew just what he was getting at, but I didn't feel like sitting for a lecture! I felt like getting into just the sort of trouble he was fixing to warn me against. "Oh," I faked, "I know, I really need to get a new car - it doesn't pay to travel long distance in bad wheels! Lucky you were there to save me..." I tilted my head down, took a step closer into him and looked up, turning the full force of big green eyes right on him. Dimpling right up at him mercilessly. I could smell his scent as I leaned into him. My body was completely filled with rampant hormones at that point - there was no turning back. "I don't know how to thank you for being so... kind." I took a big chance. I put my hand out to rest on the front of his blue work shirt. I felt the beat of his heart through the fabric. I gasped and my own heart lurched in response. I tilted my face up to his to see his reaction and saw his mouth, surrounded by that aggressive beard, open to show the tips of his white teeth. He apparently was having the same difficulty breathing as I! Like a magnet, my body moved the few inches forward to meet his. We fit perfectly together like two pieces of a puzzle. Before another thought could get in the way, his mouth was on mine, his tongue leaping about mine like a tiger on a gazelle - insistent and forceful and predatory. In the most delicious way! I answered his tongue with my own and found myself pressed up against the door of the car, completely at his mercy... and loving every moment. I felt like a woman dying of thirst being fed the sweetest liquid in the world. His mouth on mine, his hands on either side of my head were the only things keeping me lashed to the earth. It was as if every square inch of skin on my body had developed a separate consciousness and each cell was straining for attention. My nipples suddenly erect pressed into his chest. His hands moved softly from my face to those insistent points of excitement. At the touch of his hand, an electric charge shot to my pussy, making it gush the most fabulous shot of juice - right down my thigh. I groaned in pleasure as his fingers rolled my sensitive nipples. Deftly, he unbuttoned the next few buttons on my blouse and the fabric fell away. He drew back for a moment and met my eyes again. I was mesmerized by the heat I saw in his blue eyes. He slipped his glasses off and into the pocket of his trousers. The curly head descended and his lips replaced his fingers on my straining nipples, the roughness of his hands surrounding the yielding flesh of my breasts. His mustache prickled the soft skin, making me shiver in uncontrolled delight. I was suddenly overcome with desire for this stranger - for his mouth and his hands and his cock. I buried my hands in his soft curly hair and pressed his face to my breast, looking down to see the soft flesh spilling over his cheeks and nose. He looked up at me without stopping his torturous tonguing and sucking and biting of my diamond hard nipple. I poured the desire out of my eyes down onto him and his pressure on my flesh increased in response. Of it's own accord, my right leg slid up to wrap around his left, my body bending back to press full length against his bent frame. My pussy was producing a prodigious amount of moisture at this point. This was what they call lust, no doubt about it! I slid a hand down and under my short skirt, dipping one middle finger in the juice running out of me. I brought the finger up, and placed it beneath his nose, pressed against my breast. Offering him the fruits of his labor. He stopped his ministrations. He inhaled deeply and with a single swift motion buried my finger in his hot mouth. "Mmmm" was the response from my good Samaritan as he straightened, my finger deep in his mouth, his tongue working on it as if to get every drop of my juice out from my fingerprints. The finger sucking did nothing to control my desire. I whimpered, wanting him to take me in any way he would. He stood up to his full height, holding my finger in his mouth with the gentlest of pressure from his teeth and lots of suction. Again, he pushed me back against the car, this time placing the hardness of his fabric-covered cock directly against my swollen pubic mound. I pushed against him and he ground his hardness into me, giving me a taste of things to come. In a move that seemed like a clever movie edit, I was away from the car door and hands around my waist lifted me to sit me on the hood of the car. Seamless! I was in a fog of sensual arousal. I felt like a doll, just waiting to be placed in any action pose! He ran his hands down my bare legs as they dangled over the fender, pausing at the knees, lingering over the calves and finally coming to rest on my ankles. He slowly lifted them, my knees bending easily to his direction. He held my legs straight out for a moment, pressing them to either side of his waist. He looked hard at me in the gathering darkness. Behind his head, I saw the huge, bright full moon rising like a benediction. "He's an angel!" I thought in my sexual stupor. And indeed, to me he looked like nothing so much as a manly, meaty, hirsute angel come to my emotional rescue. "I won't do anything you don't want me to," he said softly. "I don't take advantage of young ladies in trouble." He waited for my response. For once, the words would not come from my mouth. I smiled, though and poured my desire again upon him. "But GOD you are so sexy. You are so hot. I want you. I've never wanted anyone like this before." And it was as if those words were the key to my silence. The damn burst in me. "OH, god, then take me. Take anything you can. Everything I've got. I want you as much as you do me. Do what you want. I want anything you can do!" and with those slutty words, my fate was sealed. He grinned once more at me. Then, very seriously and very slowly, never loosening his grip on my ankles, he bent my legs and walked the step or two that brought him close to me again. He placed my heels against the tops of my thighs, my skirt flipped completely up to expose my shaved pussy to his eyes... and to his mouth. Like a penitent, he went down on one knee before me, his face even with my pussy. I felt the night air and his hot breath on my soft folds. His finger gently explored the strange depths of me, the valleys and the crests. His accuracy was remarkable. It was as if he'd seen a map of my erogenous zones and memorized it. I leaned back against the hood of the car, abandoning myself to the sheer ecstasy of his fingers on me, in me, playing me like an instrument. I felt no responsibility to reciprocate at this moment, just the sheer selfish pleasure of a man who wanted to explore me. I was in heaven. Every nerve in my body was singing like high tension wires as I focused on his attentions to my pussy. His fingers glided in the moisture which I was producing at a prodigious rate. I gasped as I felt the tip of his nose touch the hardness of my clit. His tongue followed the path of his fingers, touching lightly at first, then hard and flat against the bottom edge of my hungry pussy. A finger thrust into my soft, wet folds and my muscles instinctively grasped at the delicious intruder. I heard a corresponding gasp from him, gravelly and deep. He pulled his finger from me and replaced it with his tongue, thrusting deep into me, tasting the juices that gushed from me. Car Trouble "Mmmmm" he muttered into my flesh "god, you taste so good." And I was sure that I did. Never a fear or a self-conscious thought occupied my lust-inflamed brain. I could feel my pussy lips swell, my breath coming faster and my whole body flushing with desire for my stranger. His pressure on my clit increased, and he began sucking the juice from me in earnest. A small, long moan escaped my open throat. A song to the warm night that surrounded us. I felt a wave begin deep in my belly. My hands reached down to tangle in his soft curls, holding his head close to me, encouraging him to continue. I curled up slightly to look at him, the exertion forcing more juice from me. He slurped away at the fresh girl nectar like a thing possessed, forcing his tongue inside to gather every drop. I met his eyes over my naked mound. Is there anything so sexy as a man's face buried in your cunt? In the moonlight? The sight sent me over the edge. I fell back hard against the car hood, my pelvis arching up off the metal, driving his face deeper into my hot pussy. I tried not to scream too loud, afraid it would attract attention, but I had only so much control over myself at that moment. I came harder than I can ever remember and heard an answering howl to my animal shout somewhere in the night. Was it some wild thing, or just my stranger, responding to my primitive love call? His hands slid up inside my skirt, cradling my hips, holding me still against his still-suctioning mouth. Then he pulled back. I felt so naked as the air contacted my throbbing sex. He kissed my thighs, rubbing his rough, wiry beard against the soft skin. I felt the cool of my juices transferred to my legs. "God, you flow like a river, lady... you've drowned my beard..." I peered up to see his white teeth glint. "How marvelous!" He stood, still holding my hips fast. He pulled me forward a bit, to nestle my well-cared-for pussy against the front of his khakis, supporting my legs again on either side of his waist. He gently raised my right leg to rest my ankle against his shoulder, running his fingers up and down the outside from ankle to hip and back again. He kissed the instep of my foot and I felt the whole wave begin again. I was completely at this man's mercy. His every touch set my body afire. "I want you inside me," I heard myself say. Golly! I hadn't had that in the forefront of my mind, but my subconscious apparently had no time to dicker. "Now!" He paused, just a moment, his fingers stopping in their trip over my calf. He thought for a heartbeat - I could see the glint of the moonlight on his eyes as he searched my face. "I'm clean and fixed -" he started, and I curled up to put a finger to his lips. "Somehow, I knew that," I grinned and pulled his head down to mine, folding myself neatly in half to do so. Didn't realize I was still so limber! I kissed him deeply, smelling the scent of my own juices infused in his mustache and beard. I drew a deep breath of him into my lungs, drunk on the pheromones, or whatever it was that he was broadcasting to my brainstem. I pulled back slightly and murmured into his beard. "And I'm a good girl, who wants to feel you inside of me." "Oh, lady... you're a good girl, alright," he responded with a smile, his voice dropping at least an octave, "you're a VERY good girl! And good girls should always get just what they want..." And again with almost magical swiftness, his belt, trousers and briefs no longer impeded our union. He hooked my knees over his forearms and positioned me like a golfer lining up the putt for the championship. His eyes never left mine as he aimed his hard dick at my once again dripping pussy. He placed the member, no hands required, just at the opening of my lips, a fabulous, teasing taste of things to come (all puns intended). My arms spread out, I leaned back again against the hood of the car, focusing on the feel of the hard, round tip of his penis against me. I began to breathe deeply, determined to enjoy the whole ride, and not let myself be driven into orgasm by the first thrust (as I knew could so easily be the case). "Oh, yes" I breathed. He pulled my knees toward him, slowly impaling my helpless body on his cock. It was incredible, the painstaking slowness with which he entered me the first time. I felt every inch as it passed the tight ring of muscle at the entrance to my pussy. I squeezed, making him feel me as well. After what seemed a journey of hours, he was imbedded in me - I felt the tickle of his pubic hair against my bare skin and the soft cushion of his balls tight against my ass. My hips were free of the car, balanced on my waist, I felt like I was floating. Attached to him tightly only by his shaft inside me and his arms under my knees. "You're a tight one," he gritted, "am I hurting you?" It was real concern I heard in his voice. Unbelievable, this man. What a find! "Oh, god, not at all - you feel..." I, uncharacteristically, was at a loss for words. He pulled out slightly and thrust in again, smoothly and securely, deep inside my tunnel. "Perfect," he whispered. "A perfect fit..." Oh, I couldn't have said it better myself! And at that point, filled up with his hot meat, my pussy muscles grabbing and pulling at him inside me, I couldn't have said anything at all. I sighed in response. He began a sweet, rocking rhythm that was so pleasurable, so skillful, that I never wanted it to stop. I felt without being told that he was as focused on the feeling of our bodies joined as I was. His rhythm picked up speed after a few minutes of the slow, sweet fuck and my breath kept time. Soon, he was pounding me - hot hard thrusts that my hips met at every turn. My legs extended in my growing passion, he transferred them from his arms to his shoulders, wrapping his hands around my waist, steadying me, directing me in the mutual fulfillment of our desire. I felt his cock in my throat, he filled me so completely. I watched his handsome face begin the contortions that I recognized as the harbinger of a massive orgasm. He growled and moaned, looking like nothing so much as a wonderful wild monster, bent on his target. My orgasm leaped upon me - and took me nearly by surprise as I felt him swell inside me and begin to throb. He threw his head back, mouth open and another howl emerged as he came, stabbing me, filling me up with his load. My cries mingled with his. This orgasm seemed to go on forever! Wave after wave of stinging, crystalline pleasure, deep in my womb. I felt my interior grabbing and milking the rod inside of me. And that rod, in turn, continued to jerk and throb in it's glove-like home. I have no idea how long we yelped and thrust and grabbed each other in those throes. Time was completely immaterial. The only thing that existed was our joined bodies, our sounding, our breathing, our pleasure. Eventually, the almost painful pleasure subsided, and we became quiet, still joined, like animals after a mating. I stared for a moment up at the starry sky, thinking nothing but how good I felt at that moment. Quite an accomplishment for someone who chronically thinks too much. I tilted my head up to see my wild lover, and there he stood, transfixed, the moon over his left shoulder, my feet on either side of his tousled head. He stared down at me, his hands on the bare skin of my hips, beginning a small circular petting motion that was so light as to be almost imperceptible. It felt so fabulous, so different from the almost violent fucking of only moments before. His gentle touch was like a balm. I swung my wobbly legs from his shoulders, running them down his arms and letting their descent lever me back up into a sitting position, his softening dick sliding out of me with a soft "pop." I was struck by the grace of our motions together. So often before even the act of kissing someone had seemed clumsy and inappropriate. This man - this perfect stranger -- and I were like well-practiced dancers, sure of ourselves and the other, our bodies innately in tune. I reached up and buried my fingers in his beard, pulling him down to my waiting lips. His hands slid around to cup my ass, I felt the warmth of the car under my tingling, seeping pussy. Good thing I'd just washed the beastly auto, I thought. We kissed gently, exploring again, with a newfound amazement at each other. I felt no need to disengage from him, to put space between us. I wrapped my legs again around his waist and his arms slid around my back, drawing me close to his chest. Our kiss broke and he held me tight to him, my face buried in his shoulder, my nose filled with the sweet man scent of his shirt, his face in my hair. He murmured unintelligibly into the sensitive spot where my neck meets my shoulder. If he kept this up, I'd be ready to go again in a minute! What WAS it about this man? He was still for a minute, and I began to think (darn me!). Oh, he's being overcome with regret, I just knew it! This sort of magical thing can't just happen in this day and age! Or maybe he's thinking about where he put his knife so he can slash me up and drop my body parts along the state route back to the hill country that he came from. Even all these dire thoughts could not really make an impression on the overwhelming contentment that I felt in his arms. God, I'm a textbook case, I thought. Then he took a short, loud, deep breath and straightened up, still not letting me go very far from his chest. He looked down at me, and I tried to read his eyes in the shadowy moonlight. He smiled broadly. "You are incredible! I've never felt anything like that before!" He began to laugh in a most engaging way... not creepy or goofy, just amazed and relieved. After a moment of trying to fit that response into my scenario, I began to giggle myself. And in another moment, we were both laughing full out, like kids, delighted with ourselves and each other. I threw my arms around his neck and hugged him to me, kissing him again hard and fast right on the mouth. He pulled back from the kiss and then came in for his own trophy kiss. And that kiss turned into a totally different kind of kiss. A kiss of lovers who now knew just what was in store, should they decide to go further. The breath of passion was once again passed between us. I felt my desire return, hardly diminished by my two shattering orgasms. I felt the pressure of his arms increase, the movement of his hands again under my skirt. Insistent, imaginative and full of his need. He pulled me nearly off the car, pressing me against him again. I was amazed to find him hard again, nearly as hard as he was the first time! Wow! Pretty amazing for a man of any age! There's got to be something to this love at first sight thing. I was determined, however, to return a favor. I slid off the car, my skirt bunching up around his rampant dick and our pelvises still together. His hard member was clasped tightly between the tops of my thighs. Gosh, we were well matched in height, too! This was almost too perfect! I pushed lightly on his right shoulder, turning him around so his ass was against the car this time. I broke our long wet kiss. "Ok, now YOU hop up!" I suggested and grinned wickedly at him, running my tongue over my already wet lips. And without hesitation, and with a delighted grin, he did as I asked. "Now lean back and watch the stars. I'll show you what we do for good Samaritans where I come from..." I gave him a little push and he rolled back onto the car hood, hands clasped behind his head, ready to relax and enjoy the ride. Oh! I liked this man! No butting in while I'm working, just a simple appreciation for the attention. Although his trousers strung between his ankles made it a bit challenging, I nestled snugly between his thighs, his knees at my waist. I ran my hands up from those knees, enjoying the feel of his muscular thighs under my fingers. Their slight fur, the silky skin of his hips and lower belly. I ran my fingernails lightly through his damp pubic hair, taking care not yet to touch the beautiful specimen of man flesh that saluted the velvet sky. While my hands explored the area, my eyes took in the tool that had so recently given me so much pleasure. It was easy to see why. Not TOO big, but well shaped, with a little bend that conformed precisely to the shape of my tunnel. Built for pleasure, not for speed, obviously! It was a wonder to behold, that penis, emerging from the thatch of hair that was matted with the mixture of our juices. And below, my fingers followed my gaze, the most amazing balls I'd ever laid eyes on - high and full and wonderfully tight. A powerful pair of massive pillows. Hard to get your mouth around that, I thought, and then, just as simply, decided to give it a try. I lowered my face to his crotch, breathing deep of the musky scent of him and our passion. Soap, a little fabric softener, a hint of man sweat and that sweet scent of fresh cum. Mmmmmm! What a taste treat this would be! I breathed on him, to accustom him with the feeling and make him relax - though he didn't seem very tense at all! Trusting soul! I burrowed with my nose into the crease between his balls and thigh, first the right, then the left. I licked across the wide expanse of his balls, testing the ground and gently worked one massive globe into my mouth. I felt as much as heard his groan of pleasure. Good! Always bad form to start a first-class blow job with something that the man finds unpleasant. I "mmmm'ed" a bit in response, the vibration of my lips making him jump just a bit. Better keep the vocalizations to a minimum... I repeated the effect on the other side, taking close readings of his responses. My fingers were buried in the hair at the base of his cock, and they began a dance of their own, almost without my knowledge. I wrapped my thumb and forefingers around the base of his half-hard member, pulling ever so gently to extend it to it's full length. I straightened slightly, forsaking the pillowy balls to glimpse my holy grail. Oh, golly... my mouth watered at the sight of that cock pressing up. I wanted to taste him. Oh yes I did. Without touching anything but the base with my fingers, I ran my tongue, hard and pointed up the base of the shaft. Just the point of my tongue making contact. Then the bottom of my tongue over the tip, tracing the graceful curve of the head (was that a little precum I tasted?), then using the side of my tongue to run down the shaft, a quick darting lick around the base where it met those fabulous balls and then back up the other side. I aimed the rod down slightly, looking it straight in the eye... Ok, buster... You're MINE! I thought, making a small, wet "o" with my lips and descending on the tip, just as he had entered me the first time. Surrounding just the tip with my lips, I bathed the velvety curves with my tongue, gently and thoroughly. I gave the underside of the tip a little tickle with the hard tip of my tongue and elicited another gasp and twitch. I believed that one was pleasurable. Then, grasping the member tighter with both hands around the base, I forced my tightened lips over the ridge of the head, applying a little pressure with the flat of my tongue to the underside. Mmm... that could be one of my favorite feelings... the head of a cock popping into my mouth... oh the possibilities! Then, slowly, inexorably, I descended to my appointed resting place, taking his entire length into my mouth, the head against the back of my throat, my tongue moving in what small space it had to explore the wonderful textures of the shaft. I stayed still for a moment, letting my throat relax into it's position as cock couch, petting the hard pole with my tongue. Circular patterns with my tongue, and one hand below to cup the massive balls - I felt completely at home with his dick in my mouth. I could hear and feel his breath begin to quicken already. I'm not at all unhappy when a man cums quickly - especially when I suck him, though I've been known to ace a marathon session of cock-eating, as well. I love the thought of a man being excited enough by my ministrations to shoot in my mouth before he has a chance to think about it! I began a rhythm, bracing the shaft with my hand and letting my lips do the movement, while my tongue kept up the stimulation work. Quite a little suction built up between the seal of my lips around the shaft and the flat of my tongue. Each time I passed the ridge of the head, a small "pop" could be heard, so reminiscent of the sound of him leaving my pussy! I could feel my own juice start to flow and I entered into that realm of sheer feeling... no planning, no technique, just my body, hands, tongue and mouth responding to the thousand little signals from him for direction. Again I began to vocalize with that stiff rod in my throat, and his groans answered mine. I could tell by the timbre of his soundings that he was getting close. I felt the muscles of his hips tense, his legs begin to bunch under my arms. Oh, boy this was going to be good, I could just tell! I pulled out all the stops. "AAAAArrrrrrgghhhhh" he roared as he came, and I thrust his cock directly to the back of my throat, the better to drink him down. And drink I did! Gallons seemed to gush from his spasming dick - a hot hard shot with each spasm. Amazing control, this man! I sucked and milked, wanting every drop I could get. God he tasted good! A little bitter, a little sweet and oh, so hot. I eased off on the sucking as he retreated from his orgasm, but kept up the pressure a bit, the licking more gentle, the massaging of the balls like a fairy's touch. Just a slow, lazy swing of the tongue on the underside of his still-hard penis. Cleaning house a little. I clamped my lips gently back over the shaft to keep it warm. And I didn't want to let him go. And he seemed in no hurry to be rid of me. So I scratched in his pubic hair a little, loving the smell that arose to my nostrils. And loving the aftertaste of him in my mouth. Then he gasped and his hands came to either side of my head. "Oh... my god! I'm going to..." and under my now-relaxed hands I felt his rod stiffen slightly again, and as I bore down on him, my tongue again at work on the shaft, he came again into my mouth, shooting nearly as much as he did the first time! Wow! Multiple orgasms, too! I was impressed and delighted with the extra treat! Gee! Did I do that? How flattering! I repeated my after-orgasm cleaning ritual, and finally he reached down to pull me up. I followed his hands, up onto the hood of the car, straddling his naked hips with mine. I was sure he could feel the juice from my pussy on his groin, as I nestled in on top of him. I bent over to kiss him again, nosing my way through his now even stiffer beard. "MMmm," I purred, "you are delicious." He grinned up at me as I hovered over him. I could see him so clearly in the moonlight that shone from the left. How long had we been at this? "And you, lady, are amazing." He rolled his eyes and sighed a deep sigh that forced his softening member right between my pussy lips. Oh! What a surprise! And what a delightful feeling, to just sit quietly, our bodies joined once again. I looked down at him, completely sated, yet still completely excited. He rubbed my arms where they were propped on either side of his chest. I realized for the first time, that my skin was cold! It must be 50 degrees out here! The temperature can drop like a stone in the country, once the sun goes down. I shivered. "Cold?" he whispered, not struggling to get up. "Just where I'm exposed to the air," I replied with a smile. "The rest of me is anything but!" "I'll say," he laughed, the motion sending another shot of electricity through my body. "I have a feeling, though, that we'd better get you safe before it gets much later." "Hmm," I replied, dimpling again and drawing one finger down the front of his shirt, "somehow I feel perfectly safe. With you, my good Samaritan." Car Trouble "And so you are," he grunted, curling up into a sitting position, my hips still firmly adhering to his. "but I've got places to be, my lady. And as enchanting as this has been, I have to go." Inexplicably, I was crushed. I knew in my right mind that this was a moment out of time. A magical experience that could have no life other than that of this night. Like something out of "A Midsummer Night's Dream," I would wake up to find my pussy sore and a vague memory of some guy with an ass's head! Well... I looked straight into my lover's eyes, memorizing them and his face for future fantasies. Not an ass's head at all, just a wonderful, handsome, passionate monster. But somehow, I knew that this man was something special... that he had a key to some lock inside me that I hadn't even known I had. Life's just so unfair, sometimes. "OK," I smiled bravely. Just once, before we parted, I threw my arms around his neck and hugged him tight to me. "Thanks" I whispered in his ear. "My pleasure," he whispered back "and thank you." And then it was over. We slid off the car, rearranged our clothing and proceeded to the nearest gas station. He did wait with me while the AAA came. Unfortunately, for once in my entire driving life, they came in less than 15 minutes. We didn't talk much while we waited. And we didn't ask each other's names. I was very happy he didn't do that. I think he was relieved that I didn't either. The tow truck came, and I climbed into the cab with "Darlene" who seemed a bit put out at the hour. The one single time I get a woman tow truck driver. I'd been ready to throw myself once more on the mercy of my good Samaritan if the driver was a man. Wait 'til I told her she had 60 miles to tow that heap! I watched him as we pulled out of the parking lot of the gas station, leaning up against the fender of his truck, smoking a cigarette. He brought the cigarette to his lips, but instead of taking a drag, he kissed his last 3 fingers and threw the kiss at me. I put my hand up to the tow truck window to catch it. I waved back. I turned around in the seat and sighed. Wow. What a trip. I'll never pass up another invitation to a cookout down in his county ever again! You just never know about these things... "So, a little car trouble, hunh?" grumbled Darlene as we headed away from the lights of town. "Yep," I answered. "Just a little car trouble." Car Trouble Inching her car to the side of the road just as it sputters for the last time and dies, she curses her luck. She is miles away from anywhere. The full moon shining brightly, she digs in her bag for her cell phone. Finding the battery dead, she remembers she forgot to recharge it last night before leaving. She can hear her husband lecturing her on responsibility already. Fuming she puts on her flashers, then pops the hood and gets out to stare helpless into the mess of wires, hoses and metal. Cursing, she kicks the tire as she gets back into her car. This was supposed to be a simple trip, a two-day vacation catching up with her college roommate. Frustrated she pounds on the steering wheel. She is pretty sure there is nothing in walking distance except wild animals. And someone has to come down this god-forsaken road sometime. In a moment of self-pity she rests her head on her arms and bursts into tears. A knock on her window startles her. Brushing away her tears, she rolls down the window. The smell of roses floods the car. She finds herself staring into the liquid green eyes of an angel, halo provided by the moonlight shining through silver blond hair. Tall and muscular, her rescuer stares down at her. “Can I help you, love?” Hypnotized by his perfect teeth, she opens the door, “I don’t know, it just died, “ as she stepped out of the car. The moment the door closes behind her, she is grabbed and pushed against the car. Her wrists are trapped in one of his huge hands. One of his legs thrusts itself between hers, spreading them. His other hand roughly runs over her body. His lips are at her ear, “Not the brightest are we, love?” Startled she tries to struggle but finds she only succeeded in moving closer to him. “That is it my pretty, trust me. You are going to enjoy this, love.” He chuckles, “or at least I will.” Half dragging, he brings her back to his truck. Grabbing a roll of duct tape he secures her hands. “I would gag you too but no one will hear you out here, love, and I have plans for that pretty little mouth.” Fear grips her as she realizes the dangerous position she is in. Hours of true crime TV runs through her head. The words “they never found the body” ring in her ears. Terrified she babbles, “Please don’t hurt me. Please, they are waiting for me. They will come looking. Please, God, Please don’t hurt me.” His lips at her ear whisper again, “But, love, pain is half the fun. And God isn’t listening to you right now.” She feels his teeth on her neck. She cries out in pain as he bites down. One hand forces its way under her t-shirt and bra, roughly grabbing her breasts. She can feel bruises forming. Tears build in her eyes as the clothing is forced up around her neck. He presses her down until the sharp grass of the ditch cuts into her back. “That’s a good girl, love, show me those delightful tears.” Straddling her stomach, he turns his attention to her perfectly tanned breasts. He chuckles as glorious flesh overflows his calloused hands. She can feel his hardness pressing against her. Hard pinches at her tender nipples cause her to cry out. He rolls them painfully between his fingers. Shifting for better access, his mouth moves again to her neck biting, before moving down to consume her mounds of flesh. Painful bites bruise her as his thumbs torment erect nipples. He takes one nipple into his mouth, tongue slowly stoking it. Her sigh of relief and pleasure is broken at his painful nip. Chuckling he moves to her other breast. Treating it just as forcefully. One hand finds its way to her crotch. He roughly tries to stroke her through her shorts. Frustrated at the lack of access to her warmth, he slides his hand inside the leg. Moving up his fingers find her damp slit. “Your body betrays you, love.” Savagely, he pinches her hard nub. More tears fall form her eyes. Thumb caressing her clit, he buries his fingers into her cunt, stretching her, dipping into her pleasure. After a moment her withdraws his hand. “Now be a good little whore, love, and taste yourself.” Fingers press against her lips. She struggles to turn her head away, disgusted at his thought. “Now, love, don’t be like that.” The fingers are at her mouth again. As she turns her head away, his other hand is on her throat, cutting off her air. Stark terror fills her as she feels each individual finger wrap around her throat. Panicked she gasps for breath. The fingers are forced into her mouth. After what feels like a lifetime the pressure is let up on her throat. Dutifully she licks them clean. “Do we understand each other now, love?” Cautiously, she nods, tears in her eyes. “Good. I knew you would learn quickly, love.” She watches and he stands. He quickly unbuttons his jeans and lets them fall, revealing a very hard, very erect cock. He slowly strokes himself. “Now you are going to suck me.” As an afterthought, “And, love, biting will only turn me on.” He roughly helps her to her knees. Tangling one hand in her hair, he feeds her his cock with the other. Gagging she tries to accept the dick forced into her throat. Then both hands are in her hair as he deliberately fucks her mouth. She offers no resistance to the cock buried in her throat as tears stream down her cheeks. “Now, love, I m getting a wee bit tired of the tears.” And the cock is removed from her mouth. Carefully she is laid back on to the ground. His hands quickly remove her shorts and panties. A shiver runs through her as she feels the cool night breeze on her naked flesh. Then his hands are there, spreading her. Exploring every crevice. He lightly strokes her hard nub as fingers tease her wetness. She gasps as he slides them in. “Is that better, love?” Her release building, he strokes her. Gently taking her higher. Teasing cries of pleasure from her. As she reaches the point she thinks she can’t stand it any longer, he stops. Causing her to whimper in disappointment. “Aye, love, I told you that you would like it. Be just a moment now.” His head pauses at her entrance a second before he plunges into her. She cries out as she tenses and comes around the cock filling her. “That’s it, love.” Desire floods her senses, overcoming the little resistance she retained. She arches to meet his every thrust. Little cries of pleasure escape her lips as he fucks her. She feels him tense and thrust deeper than before. Groaning he spills into her. Gently he helps her back into her clothes. “Sorry, love, you will understand soon enough.” Lying there on the ground she feels exhaustion overcome her. Unable to keep her eyes open. “That’s it, love, a wee bit of rest. Peaceful now, “ is the last thing that registers in her mind. She awakens to sun streaming into her car, and a state patrol knocking on her window. Hurriedly she checks the mirror for the bruises that should be there. She sees none. Opening the door she catches the faint scent of roses. In the rest room at the mechanic’s shop she examines herself. She can find no hint of what she is positive happened to her. Suddenly unsure of herself, she decides it was a horrid nightmare brought on by stress and her imagination. Nine months to the hour, as her husband welcomes her son into the world. She smells roses and the words drift to her ears, “Take care of him, love. I have great plans.” With Bloody Kisses, C Trei Car Trouble I was three hundred miles from home heading south on the I-81 when the red light comes on. I was heading to Philadelphia for a job interview with a large marketing firm. The pharmaceutical company he worked for had transferred my husband to Philadelphia so I had to find a job there to be with him. We had been married for less than a year so neither of us wanted to be separated and commuting to see each other. Since my skills were marketable in most cities I had obtained an interview in Philly. The red light glared angrily on the dash, the little thermometer icon warning something was amiss with the engine. I was going to have to stop, Carbondale was a one-stoplight town and I coasted the Mazda into the town's only gas station and shut it off. The engine released a final gasp and a puff of steam escaped from under the hood. Miro came sauntering out wiping his hands with a greasy old rag. The short bald guy was dressed in mechanic's overalls and looked like he had been working on cars since the days of the Model T. "What's the trouble Missy?" he asked. I explained to him about the light and he had me pull the hood release. Raising the hood he took a cursory look for the source of the steam. "You blew a rad hose." Miro declared. "Will it take long to fix?" I asked desperate to get on my way. "Nope, but I will have to get one from Scranton." He informed me. "I don't stock parts for these foreign jobs." "How long will that take?" I asked frustrated. "Be tomorrow." Miro decreed, "To late to get it delivered today." "Shit!" I was stuck in this hick town overnight. I got on the phone to my husband Gord in Philly and explained my situation. I asked him to call my prospective employer and tell them I would be there tomorrow for the interview. "Is there someplace I can stay?" I asked the grease monkey. "Nothing in town." He answered. Great! What was I going to do, sleep in my car? "You can stay at our place." Miro offered. I figured staying with Miro and his wife would be better than kipping in the car. "Thank you." I said getting my overnight bag out of the car. Miro gave me directions to his house, just a few blocks down the street. He said he would be along when he closed up. Carrying my bag I drudged down the street until I came to the white frame at number ninety-five Ontario Street. I went up the walk and knocked on the green painted door. A big black guy opened the door much to my surprise. He looked like a professional football player and was about in his mid-twenties. "Excuse me, is this Miro's house?" I asked. "Yup." The black man answered. I explained my situation and he invited me in. He told me his name was Tyrone and he rented a room from Miro. Tyrone told me he worked in the local bakery and being the only colored person in town he did not have many friends. I had met a few black mans back home but was not particularly fond of them. They looked like they were several steps down on the evolution scale and hardly what I considered good looking. Tyrone showed me the spare bedroom where I could stay and invited me to have a shower while I was waiting for Miro to get home. The shower sounded inviting, it had been a long hot day and I would love to get rid of the road grime I had accumulated. I put my bag in the spare room and getting out my shampoo and a pair of shorts with a tank top I headed down to the bathroom. Making sure the door was securely locked I stripped and stepped into the shower. The water was soothing and I felt the life beginning to flow through my veins again. As my fingers washed my pussy I begin to enjoy it and continued to masturbate in the strange bathroom with a big black man just down the hall. I brought myself to orgasm fantasizing about Tyrone walking into the bathroom and taking me. What nonsense I told myself as I toweled off. What was I thinking? I had only been in this village of the damn for a few hours and I was fantasizing about having sex with a Negro. I had to get a hold of myself. I slipped on the shorts and top and made my way back to the room to blow dry my hair. I went downstairs to join Tyrone. I could see the lust in his eyes as he looked at me. Carelessly I had selected a loose fitting top, which made it obvious I wasn't wearing a bra under it. When I bent over to pick up an ashtray I realized he got a generous view of my bare breasts as the scoop neckline fell away from them. "Why don't you take a picture?" I quipped. Tyrone grinned knowing he had been busted looking at my wares. "Want to share a joint with me?" I asked to relieve the tension. "Naw, Miro wouldn't like it." Tyrone declined. "C'mon, smoking a joint alone is like masturbating." I blurted out. I got the rolled up joint out of my pocket and light it. Taking a drag I passed it to my black companion. Tyrone sucked in a lungful of the pot smoke. It was only minutes before we were both mellow. "So, you like my tits?" I brazenly asked Tyrone. Tyrone hummed and hawed not knowing what to say. Uncharacteristically I lifted my shirt displaying my bare boobs. I was proud of my 38C beauties with their large pink nipples. I knew they really turned on guys. Boldly I pulled the top off over my head and threw it over to where Tyrone sat. I was sitting on the couch topless when Miro came in. "I see you and Tyrone have met!" Miro grinned. The buzz from the weed was beginning to dissipate and I became acutely aware I was sitting bare breasted with two strangers. That was when Miro got out the bottle of hooch. It was some strange kind of homebrew, the was no label on the bottle. Miro poured each of us an eight-ounce glass almost full of the brew. "Dobry!" Miro toasted raising the glass and pouring half its contents down his throat. Cautiously I raised my glass to my lips and tasted the contents, God it was strong! It crossed my tongue and went down my throat like liquid fire, burning and causing my eyes to water. "Good stuff." Miro said as he emptied his glass. I looked over to Tyrone; he had almost emptied his glass too. I had only drunk half the glass when Miro was there with the bottle filling my glass again. Casually his hand brushed against my naked tit as he refilled my glass. I was beyond caring. My brief return to sobriety ended when the potent alcohol entered my blood stream. My mind begins to spin and I realized I was giggling much more than necessary. Miro and Tyrone sat on the couch, Miro on my left and Tyrone on my right. I felt their hands close on my bare breasts. Gently the two men kneaded my naked tits as if they were mounds of supple pizza dough. Miro's mouth clamped on my left nipple. I looked down and saw his grimy hand with black grease under his fingernails as he worked my nipple in his mouth. My other tit was cupped in Tyrone's black paw as he squeezed my other nipple between his thumb and index finger. "Oww! Not so hard." I cried out as Miro bit down on my tender teat. He removed my nipple from his mouth long enough to apologize before returning to my breast like a starving baby. Tyrone released my tit and I felt his hand grab my bare thigh. My denim shorts left a lot of my bare legs available for play. "No!" I complained as I felt his fingers tunneling under the denim. Tyrone ignored my complaint and continued until he found I was wearing no underwear. His fingers entered my already weeping slit. I was really in lala land as Tyrone finger-fucked me while Miro breast-fed. I offered little resistance as Tyrone removed my shorts rendering me totally naked for their pleasure. I knew I was about to be fucked by a black man! One of the things I had been looking forward to during my trip was getting laid b my husband. We were still working on our first baby and according to my calculations I should be ovulating. A black cock was about to enter me and fertilize my womb. "No Tyrone, I don't want your baby!" I protested as he maneuvered me into position to mount. "Let me suck it for you!" I pleaded in desperation to avoid his sperm in my womb. How could I explain that I had allowed another man to make me pregnant, a black man! "You like sucking black cocks?" Tyrone asked. "Yes." I lied. While Miro continued to suckle on my breasts Tyrone stood above me to get his cock out of his trousers. He was already erect from playing with me. The size of his pecker was unbelievable, it must have been over ten inches in length and as thick as my forearm! How was I ever going to manage to get that in my mouth? Tyrone shoved is cock in my face and as I reached out to grasp it my fingertips did not even touch wrapped around its enormous girth. I opened my mouth as if I was in the dentist's chair and guided the shiny black helmet into my mouth. If I thought it was big looking at it it seemed twice as big in my mouth. Dauntlessly I took several inches before my lips sealed around his black shaft. Miro continued sucking my tits and now his fingers had found their way into my pussy as I struggled to accept Tyrone's meat. Tyrone began to thrust deeper into my mouth until his cockhead touched my throat and caused me to gag. Tyrone had his hands full of my hair and continued to fuck my throat ignoring my distress. In the midst of my dilemma I felt Miro's cock searching through my bush for my entrance. "Oh God no!" I thought; he is going to fuck me. I had found an angle to hold my head so Tyrone could slide his cock in and out of my throat without too much problem when Miro found his mark. I felt the stiff cock sliding into my pussy when Tyrone erupted in my mouth. Then yield of his load was enormous he must have been saving it for a while. His thick stringy goo quickly filled my mouth and begins to escape dripping from my chin. I tried to spit his crud from my mouth but here was a thick coating clinging to my tongue and teeth. I knew Miro was about to come in minutes but there was nothing I could do to prevent him from filling my womb with his semen. "Please don't come in me!" I desperately cried as I felt him stiffen and the warm sensation of his sperm flooding my pussy. Well at least Miro was a Caucasian if he had knocked me up. True he had many Polish characteristics but they would be easier to explain than a mulatto baby. After using me Miro refilled our glasses and we continued drinking. I now had a pussy and belly full of cum and figured I may as well make the best of the situation. In a matter of hours I had become the sex slave of two strangers whilst looking forward to a new future. What had happened had happened; there was nothing I could do about it now. I was sitting naked with two strangers miles from home, it would be a night I would remember. "I want to fuck your ass Michelle." Miro finally said. I was never into ass fucking; I had refused my husband access to my ass the one time he got up enough nerve to ask. Now this old Pollock grease monkey wanted to stick his cock into my poop chute. "Sorry Miro, I already took a load from you." I reminded him. "Let him corn-hole you." Tyrone urged. My head was buzzing and I just wanted to go to sleep. In my daze I realized I was being dragged on top of Tyrone's upright cock. I was lowered onto his dick and felt it slide easily into my already wet hole. Oh my God, the black man's cock was in my pussy! Before I could react I felt Miro entering my ass, I was being double penetrated! It was the first time in my life I had two cocks in me at the same time and I was getting caught up in the wonderful sensation of two live cocks sliding in and out of me independently, I settled down to ride them. As my asshole stretched to accommodate Miro's thick root Tyrone's loaded cock slid in and out of my cunt lubricated by the Pollock's cum. "Oh yes, fuck me!" I moaned as Tyrone pawed my tits. I was living for the night, what would be would be. If I were destined to bear a black baby then so be it. At the moment all I wanted was for my two lovers to cast their seed into me. Tyrone's thick cock stretched my pussy accustom to much more manageable intruders. Miro continued to ream my asshole with his Polish Johnson bar. My mind spun from the alcohol and the heady scent of sex. My pelvic muscles gripped Tyrone as my anus clung to Miro's meat. I was a virtual fucking machine. Miro climaxed first, more of his European seed flowing into my intestines. Then I felt Tyrone's Afro sperm displacing the sperm Miro had previously deposited. I knew Tyrone's seed would triumph in fertilizing my eggs. With the new rad hose in place I continued on my way to Philly the following morning. I put my hand on my belly and wondered how I was going to explain my baby to my husband? Car Trouble So there I was, leadfooting it back to town to meet a pal, when the car began to act peculiar in the middle of the Patullo Bridge, hesitating, slowing, picking up speed, then losing it. Looking in the rear view mirror, I see a guy in a battered pick-up truck right on my ass and looking, I thought, pretty irritated. Across the bridge and about a mile further on, the car stopped altogether. When I pulled over to the side, the truck passed me -the driver giving me a hard look as he went. I had no clue what was wrong, so I just looked back and shrugged. To my surprise, he pulled over ahead of me and got out. By this time I was out of my car and had the hood up. Striding back to my car, he asked me if I knew what was wrong. I had no clue and said so. He leaned in over the engine, running big hands lightly over the hoses and battery terminals trying them for a tight connection. "Get in and turn it over" he said. I did, but it wouldn't start, just produced a useless clicking noise. "I've got something back at my place that I think might get you going, I'm just a couple miles up the road. Do you want to leave it and come along?" He asked. This guy was maybe in his late thirties, early forties, with short curly brown hair flecked with grey. He was wearing work-dirty shorts and boots with a torn tank top that showcased his hard muscular frame. He appeared to be an easy-going sort, sporting a brush moustache, a couple days growth of beard, with grey eyes under dark bushy eyebrows. He gave me a slow smile as he suggested I come along with him. I figured at the least I could phone the automobile club from his place. Besides, that smile was kind of intriguing -and car trouble or no, I always was a sucker for a nice smile. We pulled into his driveway, and right into the garage. He leaned back and looked at me squarely. "I got the idea the minute I looked at you, that you'd be a reasonable guy when it comes to having a good time." I looked blank, (but thought furiously, "By god, you got that right!) "Well," he went on, "I'm pretty straight, I mean I've got a wife and kid and a mortgage, the whole nine yards, but once in a while I meet a guy that turns my crank, like you're doin' now. I go for a guy that looks like he might know what's what. And I think you do. My old lady won't be home from work for a couple hours, so what do you say to a little playtime in the meantime?" And he gave me another slow smile, and ran his hand over the bulge in his shorts. When I smiled back he slid a big hand behind my head, pulling me closer and between flicks of his tongue, nibbled at my moustache and beard. "Ah," he muttered, "I like a hairy face once in a while" Pushing my lips apart with his tongue, we kissed -long and hot and wet, as he unbuttoned my shirt with his free hand, the other firmly on the back of my neck. "C'mon," he said, "let's go in, I don't like to fuck around in my truck or the wife's bed -she's got the kinda nose that knows when there's strange sweat around," adding -"we can use my pool room, she never goes in there, I'll let you take first break on the balls, you can even have first go with the stick, Har har, but we ain't gonna be playin' pool." Inside, our tongues wrestle in a pool of hot saliva, kissing and licking, ears, noses, lips, eyebrows, chins, too, every part that would fit in our mouths, the whole shittaree. Finally after what seemed a long but fantastically enjoyable time, our faces covered with kiss-drool, he came up for air and panted, "C'mon man, suck on my dick" he jumped on the pool table and grunted "I'm so damn horny, gimme some head will ya!" as he ripped open the button fly of his shorts. His great cock sprang out, lengthening and twitching as it came. Dark and thick, about the diameter of a coke can but longer, heavily corded with twisting veins pulsing with hot blood, it spilled out over his big sweaty balls, the wide crimson cockhead swelling as it pushed out a runny drip of glistening precum. Giving him another slurping kiss, I slide down to get at the throbbing steamy tool. I just get my lips around it when he pulls me up by the hair and plunges his tongue deep in my mouth again. "Man oh man," he sighed, "This is just what I've been needing! Hey guy," he muttered , "can you take it down your throat?" Thinking to myself I'd sure as hell give it my best shot, I bit his lip lightly and dragging my tongue down his muscular chest, chomped briefly on his tit. "JESUS!" he says -"That's great! use your fuckin teeth! It's okay, it's okay, I love it!" But just now I got cock on the brain and think to myself "I'll get back to this later" and get my mouth back to the main event. I'd never been much good at deep-throating a really big dick, but this time, for this guy, I really want to give him whatever he wants. I sighed with pleasure as I opened wide and went to work on his terrific dick, the greatest enjoyment machine ever invented. I lick his knob -smearing the precum all over it, I jab my tongue into his surprisingly large pissslit. It goes in about an inch, this drives me nuts and I fuck that slit with my tongue till my jaw hurts. All the while he's moaning "Oh man, do it to me man, stay on it, that's great! Just great! When I can't keep this up any longer I slide my lips down over his mushroom knob and along the shaft as far as I can take it. Wrapping my tongue around as much of the shaft as I can, I suck to the max all the way up, and on the way down I take soft bites, licking and nibbling at the pulsing veins. This great dick is twitching in my mouth and I'm loving every inch of it. Sliding up and down, I use all the suction I can lay on. All the way up -and all the way down my lips are clamped tight, 'm on that dick like a limpet -each time I get my nose close to his cunthair I take a deep breath and try to make a push to get that big head past my gag reflex. "C'mon guy, you can do it" he says. I'm not so sure, but inhaling the hot cumsmell of his crotch I know I sure as hell want to After a few strokes there's plenty of saliva on his dick and I slip down further and further each time. Finally I take a real deep breath and go for it. I get to the gag point and give it everything I got. A grunt and another push and he's in. I got his knob in my throat! I can feel the throat start to spasm and try to relax so I can slide it further in. His big hands are around my throat, lightly, but firmly. When I get set for a push, he opens his thumbs just enough so he can feel his dick slide down my throat. "Good man" he says, "just take it easy and let me work it now." "Okay for you to say," I think, but by Christ I want him to fuck my throat as much as he wants to do it. By a massive effort of will I manage to stay relaxed as he pumps his big headed dick up and down in my throat. Somehow, as long as he stays below my gag reflex, I can handle it, but when he pulls his mushroom knob up into my mouth I choke and have to clamp my lips tight and go back to hard sucking on the shaft till my throat settles down. After a while, to catch my breath, I reluctantly come off his prick. I hold it in my fist just digging the look of it. Hot and steamy and dripping saliva, it's a thing of absolute beauty. The heavy brutish vein-textured shaft and the great red helmet of his cock, with it's thin, almost transparent foreskin just slightly changing the color of his dickhead. I slowly thumb it up and over the ridge and on up to the piss-slit, then all the way down leaving the mushroom head proud and undraped, just oozing slimy precum. I want to leave it alone for a minute, to savour this look at his powerful manhood, but the lure of the precum is too much and I spread my tongue and drag it up to the piss-slit. Pursing my lips over his knob,//the slit, I suck it all up and swirl it over my taste buds . This slimy taste drives me crazy! I remember he likes the feel of teeth, and as I resume sucking I bite lightly, then scrape my teeth upand down to the base of his cock. As I get back into a good rhythm, I drag my teeth clear up the length of his prick. His moans tell me I've got it just right. I want to see how much teeth he can take, so I take bites on his knob till a normal man would be screaming, but not him. I'm just getting "Ah, ah, ah, yeah!" This guy is no passive partner and when I pause a bit to enjoy the simple feel of a big cock between my lips and just twitching on my tongue, he takes over, running my head up and down his massive dick. On the downstroke and with my nose in his pubic hair, I clamp down semi-hard and worry his cock like a dog with a bone. He grabs my head hard and pushes it down further until the knob passes into my throat. Again, I can't breathe and again, I don't give a shit. I let him fuck my throat until I've got to shove his hips away and come up for air! Panting like dog, my face covered with saliva, I give him a bit of a smile, take a couple deep breaths and slide back down onto his dick. Pulling his hips forward, I get it right down into my throat again. He lets it rip and fucks my face so fiercely I have no time to gag or think about anything but taking what he's giving. He's got his fingers tight in my hair and he's slamming his hips into my face like a machine! Just when I think I can't take any more of this, he stiffens like an epileptic and jerks his cock out of my mouth. His shuddering matches my gasping for breath - I grab his pulsing dick and aim it at my open mouth as shot after shot after shot of hot steamy come hits my tongue. At last I close my lips over his cockhead and suck every last drop out of his prick. "Ah, man, that was good work! boy- you know what you're doing, that's for goddam sure," he grunts happily. Meanwhile, I have a mouthful of cumsoaked dick, and I'm not letting it go till I've got it cleaned up good. He's still got his fingers in my hair with his thumbs rubbing my cheeks as I lick his cock clean. "Hey man," he says, quietly, "Do you think you could fuck me?" "Oh, I think I can," I reply. "How did you find out you like taking it up the ass?" "It's a funny thing. It's actually the wife's fault on this one. She's the first one ever stuck her finger in my butt while we were screwing. I don't know where she got that idea from and I don't want to think about it. But I couldn't believe how good it felt! It was incredible! I still don't get it, I still love fucking women, and I always will, but ever since -whenever I get to thinking about my asshole, I can't wait to find a guy with more than a finger to work around in my butt. It's gotta be a dick. It has to be real. Fake doodads like a dildo don't do it. I tried it once. I don't think this makes me a queer, but I don't give a damn one way or the other. I like what I like and that's all there is to it. but I'm a fair guy, you do for me what I like, and I'll do whatever you want." His cock in my mouth is still semi-hard, and I hate to be changing gears here, I could suck this dick all day, but screwing his semi-straight ass is a hot idea and I get my mind around it quicktime. I kiss his dick goodbye, give him a hug around the hips and say, "Okay, man, let's do it." My dick's been ready for action for an hour and it's slimy with precum, but I figure his moustache wrapped around my cock would be a picture to remember. "Well," he sighs, "I sure love a blowjob, and for sure I like getting fucked, but I gotta say I'm not much into cocksucking." "Ah, come on," I tell him, I can be pouring the heat up your asshole faster if it's good and wet." "Yeah, yeah,. Well... okay," he says, reluctantly. I can see him working his jaws to produce more saliva as he gets off the table. He's about to bend over and spit on my cock, but that's not what I want and he knows it. I gently ease him down onto his knees. "C'mon, guy," I say, "we're gonna fuck in a minute, just take a taste and get it good and ready for your hot little hole. Taking my cock in his big hand, he gives the knob a little kiss, then more little kisses down the shaft. Holding it up to his face, he studies it for a minute, opens his mouth and takes in just the cockhead. He looks up as if to say "Is that enough?" I smile, and say, "Go on, you're doing fine." He doesn't look too happy, but he slides his lips half way down the shaft. I tell him, "You're only gonna get as much up your ass as you put in your mouth, kiddo, it's your call." He takes my dick out and says, "Okay, okay, I think you know by now I'm good for all you got up my ass and as far as it'll go." At this, he gets a grip on my balls and starts again at the knob and sucks hard, just the knob at first, but then, lips tight on it he sucks my whole prick in, right to the pubic hair. Some guys look stupid with a cock in their mouth, but not this guy. He's the very definition of sexy. His moustache was made to be draped over my dick, and it's trimmed just enough so I can see his full upper lip tight on it. With His rough masculine looks and my cock in his mouth, it sure as hell is a picture to remember. I know he's doing something he doesn't want to do, but he's doing his duty, up and down, with full suction. Sometimes doing what you don't want is the price of getting what you really do. Anyway, it's a major turn-on for me. But if I'm gonna give him a thorough fuck, I reluctantly have to pull him off it. Okay, bend over and grab your ankles, kiddo, and I'll do my bit, too. With his ass in the air, I lean in –his pucker is a real beauty, a fucking little rosebud, "Just about to bloom," I think to myself. He's clean, with just a hint of odor to spice up the fun. Dropping a slop of saliva on it, I move my thumbs to the edge and pull it open a bit. I blow it a preliminary kiss and take a lick, then another...and another. I scrub his ass with my beard and alternate stabbing his hole with my tongue with long licks. With His balls draped around my nose, I disengage just enough to suggest he gives his hole a push. He does, and I clamp my lips over it and suck hard. This produces some more appreciative groans, and I figure it's time to move on to serious business. I drop a mouthful of saliva on his fuckpucker, and begin sliding my cock along his asscrack. Reaching forward, I pull his head up into a long delicious kiss. "Ah, give it to me man, give it to me," he mutters, as he tongues my face. I tell him. "I'll go slow," I'm just about to ease it in, but when I put my cockhead up to his hole, he reaches down and grabbing my ass says "Shove! -dammit shove it in and fuck me hard!". Obviously, the man needs no further foreplay on his ass, so we get right to the meat course. "Oh wow,! " he says, "Wait, just a sec, Ah! Ah! OK, go for it. Oh, good, that's good,! More,! More,! Come on, give it to me! Faster! C'mon,! Harder! Shove it in harder! Great! Just great! Oh man, pound my ass! -hit it hard! Oh, Jesus fucking God, fuck me, fuck me, c'mon really fuck me! While I'm screwing him, I'm trying to kick his shorts down over his boots, so I can get him up on the table, flip him over and get at his cock better. He's grunting and panting hard -and the sweat is pouring down his back -by now we're both pretty well soaked. I get his shorts off finally and all the while he's raving away, "fuck me damit! Fuck me hard! C'mon for chrissake get it in there! Give it to me -really give it to me good!" I get him over on his back and while I'm pounding away I bury my beard in his sopping chest hair, all the while I'm sweating like a pig myself. We're both so wet I can hardly stay on top of him, but at least I got a handle on his cock and that helps. I get a grip around the back of his neck and pull his face to mine and, kissing him all over I yell at him to shut the fuck up for a minute, Take it easy,! I'm not coming till I'm too tired to fuck and I'm sure as hell not tired yet!" Now I'm getting a real hot rhythm going, pounding away like a fucking madman. This guy is good, really, really good. Tight and muscular, and with the sweat flying off him, he's the picture of lust in full gear. Now he's just muttering softly, "fuck me fuck me FUCK ME,! man! this is great! oh just keep fucking, don't for chrissake stop just keep it up, you're going great, man, just great. I love it, keep at it, man!" I got his knees under my armpits now and he's jacking his cock hard and fast. We get going in sync and it just gets hotter and hotter. -I throw his legs over my shoulder, pull him forward more, push his ass up and really lay into him. He's jerking his head back and forth and muttering -making no sense beyond, more, faster, harder, hit me! hit me,! fuck me man! fuckmefuckme! The come is starting to boil up from my nuts, and I yell "I'm gonna come! I'm gonna come!" His fist is beating on his dick so fast it's a blur. "C'mon man come on!," I yell. "COME ON! I'm COMING!" Kapow!! I'm coming so hard I think I'm gonna pass out. I've got his head in both my hands, and when I yank my dick out, I knee/ myself forward fast, and aim the rest of my load straight at his moustache. He's coming too, screaming incoherently –he shoots his wad. A cannon shooter, he gets most of his own cum in straight shots on his own face too. I'm trying to lick some of it up, when in an orgasmic jerk he grabs my ass, and pulls me to him so hard we both slither off the table onto the floor. We fall apart and lay there gasping on the floor under the pool table in a puddle of sweat and cum. Hey guy?" he whispered when we finally got our breath, Is that it? can you go again?" "Yeah, sure, just give me a minute or two," I smile, licking some of our come off his moustache while I slide the rubber off my cock. "In the meantime," I smile, maybe I'll just kiss your tender little asshole some more and cool it down for next time. END Car Trouble I was sitting at home alone; everyone went away for the weekend leaving me all by myself. There was a weekend seminar that the neighbour ladies went to, and the kids were invited to a cottage for weekend to go water-skiing. So I'm sitting here relaxing with a coffee and the Saturday paper, the TV is on to keep me company. There is a commercial on about 'men and their sex drives', I think to myself... 'I have the drive alright but no one to drive with.' Suddenly as if on cue there is a knock on the door. Then another and several more as if someone was in a hurry to get inside. I get up and peek thru the window... I notice a woman with her coat over her head, its pouring rain and see her car out in front with the hood open and lights flashing. 'My god boy open the door,' thinking to myself. "I'm sorry to bother you sir, but my cell phone died and I really need help, could I use your phone to call a tow truck?" she says in a very deep sexy voice. I quickly look her over and say, "Sure come on in," She takes off her soaken-wet coat, hands it to me and I go hang it up. While I point and say, "There is the phone, Miss help yourself, and would you like coffee? I just made some!" "Oh I'd love some thanks, milk and 1 sugar please," she says, as she looks at me and smiles. I go to the kitchen, get another mug out of the cupboard and pour some coffee and make it the way she requested. As I return to the living room I hear her saying, "Dam it, I need one now... I don't care...now...ok I'm at 3333 Elm street you'll see the car in front, thanks" "Sounds like it will be awhile," I said. "Yeah like 4 hrs, I hope I'm not interrupting anything, I can wait in the car!" she says, sitting down on the couch, and picking up the mug. "Don't be silly, feel free to relax and watch TV...but I think you need to get out of those wet clothes, I'll give you my wife's jogging suit and put yours in the dryer, and I honestly mean this sincerely," I said. "My, I'd really appreciate that, I have to attend a meeting at 8pm, and I didn't bring any change clothes, thank you so much," she responded. "Your wife won't mind I hope?" "Actually I am having a weekend alone, kids and wife are away, although she did leave me a to-do list, but now that it's raining I can't do any of it." I reply. "I'll go set out her suit and put out a towel for you, I'll be right back, enjoy your coffee." I go upstairs to our bedroom and open my wife's cupboard and get out her red jogging suit, and grab her slippers lay everything on the bed, in the linen closet I get a towel and facecloth and them beside the outfit. And return downstairs to my guest. As I return to the living room I see she's finished her coffee. "Ok come on I'll show you where everything is, please help yourself! I'll just be here watching TV." "Only if you don't mind," she winks at you and you immediately feel shivers all over! "Not at all miss, I'd expect someone to help my wife out if she were in this situation!" I reply." I take her upstairs and show her the bathroom and bedroom. "Just put your wet clothes in this basket and place it outside the door, I'll be back to pick it up and put them in the dryer " "Ok thank you again!" she says. I turn to leave and I already hear the water running. As I walk towards the stairs I realize that I didn't hear the door to the bathroom close. Curious and horny I turned to peak, and I see her undressing. I watch holding my breath as she removes her red silk blouse and drops into the basket. Her black lacey bra opens in the front as she snaps it open, and I see her breasts – not huge not small but firm and her nipples hard already. She stands up and pulls down her pants and I see she's wearing a red thong. She picks up her clothes and puts it in the basket. She picks up the basket and goes to put it in the hallway (obviously she must have assumed I went downstairs.) This is when I realized I was frozen on the steps. 'Oh my, I'm dead' I think to myself. She sees that I must have been watching, I go to say something and she just turns and goes into the bathroom. This time I hear the door close and lock. 'Boy do I feel like a fool,' I say to myself. 'I have never been so rude in my entire life, what a dummy?' I decide best to go back down stairs, and sit down and look at the TV. When suddenly the bathroom door opens, her head sticks out and she says, "Don't go!" I'm at such a loss for words, being caught watching her undress. She seems to know this and starts to speak, " I know I'm a stranger, but ...ok let me be frank, I'm a lonely woman, my husband left me about 6 months ago for his sexy young secretary. And I haven't had much sex for at least 1 yr before that cause he was never home long enough. Well dam it I'm horny and the thought that you were watching me undressed just turned me on, well, well I wondered if you would like to watch me take a shower. I know it sounds silly and crazy, but what do you think?" "Well," I pause, "I'm not sure it will be a good idea, it will of course make me horny and well..." She interrupts me, "Well come on.... please, no one will know! Dam listen to me, I'm making you cheat on your wife, this is so wrong, I'm sorry. Let me get dressed and I'll go wait in my car." "No!" I almost shouted. "No, I'd like to watch you, I'd like to do whatever happens after watching you. I know its wrong and crazy. But well let's say it's been awhile for me too, my wife just doesn't seem interested in wanting me for sex." She opens the bathroom door, she's wrapped in a towel and extends her hand and says, "Hi I'm Jackee." "Hi I'm Troy!" We both laugh. "You get in the shower and I'll come in when I hear you slide the doors closed." "OK!" She steps into the shower and pulls the door closed, I enter the bathroom and sit on the toilet, she stands with her back to the door, leans forward and has her ass squeezed up against the glass. Wiggles around a little. Then slowly turns around and lifts her hands to her hair, leans back and pushes her breast forward. ('Dam I think to myself that is so hot') She moves her hands down and touches her breasts I see her twiddling her nipples. I reach between my legs and grab my crouch, yup it's working. She continues to tease me with her shower and knowing I'm getting hard I leave the bathroom, locking the door behind me. I hear her get out and shut of the water. She opens the door and shouts at me, "Get the hell in that bedroom now!" For some silly unknown reason to me, I obey her commend as if I was hypnotized. I go into the bedroom and she's there towel is on the floor and blankets on the bed are pushed back. I look in her eyes and see how sincere she is, and dam you're horny too, no one would know, and it would be just one time, never see her again. I walk up to the bed; she's sitting on the edge and pulls me close. She opens my pants and pushes them to the floor, grabbing my ass as she does. I pull my sweater off over my head, and brush her hair aside. She doesn't look at me she just lowers herself to the floor and starts to work my cock. Around and around the tip she goes, she grabs my ass in one hand and your balls in the other as she devours my cock deep in her mouth. Sucking so hard I grab the bedpost, I feel I'm about to cum so pull out, I help her up and get her on the bed, climb up between her legs and start to finger her, as I do you suck her nipple. It grows hard in my mouth. Then teasing her all around that area until I finally go in for the kill, licking and sucking and she cums instantly, I don't stop - until she cums again. (Thinking to myself I want to bring her to an explosive orgasm) You move up on her body and slide your cock inside her wet pussy, pumping gently at first then getting harder and faster, you are about to explode ............ you pull out and sit up and cum all over her breasts. She grabs my cock and sucks it dry...then takes her finger and wipes off the cum and licks her fingers. "Dam babe you hungry too," you laugh. "No Troy just love the taste of cock, it's been a while" She goes back in the bathroom to watch off her breasts; I join her to clean myself up too. While in the bathroom, I stand behind her and caress her breasts, twiddling those amazing nipples, and kissing her neck. The phone rings and rings but I don't hear it as we are enjoying the moment. Touching her breasts - her hard nipples, her thighs - her eagerness- her familiar yet strangeness it all excites me so much I begin to grow hard again. Jackee is on her knees again she begins to sucks me again. I take her by her arms and lead her back to the bedroom. She kneels on the floor and starts to work me again. This time she's licking under me and sucking my balls, and licking my ass and dam it fingering my ass too! 'Fuck me' you think, 'Beth never does this to me but god it's so dam exciting.' I can't hold back and cum in her mouth she sucks eagerly it all up. Then stands and lays back on the bed. "Fuck Jackee that was exciting I've never had that done before," I say excitedly. "It was the first time for me too" she giggles "I read it in a magazine and wanted to try it, it says it makes a man cum more than normal." She pauses then continues "Troy its still gonna be a while before the truck comes, can we try some other things?" "Depends what you got in mind hon, but I think we should call the truck first to see how long we have ok!" "Ok" she walks downstairs in the towel, to the phone while I bring her clothes and put them in the dryer and calls "what... oh my god .........how long than?.............. Ok it will be ok I'll be waiting" She hangs up and says, "If you don't mind it will be around 6pm cause there was a major accident and all their trucks were called to go there as well as the other two companies in town. I'll have to call the meeting off which is great cause dam it Troy I'm enjoying this too much.... you have no idea just how much!" "Well Jackie, I'm game what ever you want to try lets just do it, except if one of us is in pain we'll stop" "Agreed" she goes back to the phone and calls her partner and cancels her meeting, it didn't sound like she had too much trouble doing that. They go back to bedroom, I see that there is a message on the answering machine, but figure I've gone out for the day, and I laugh to myself. She asks me, if we have a vibrator and lotion?" "What you got in mind?" I say as I open the top drawer and get out the pink vibrator and grab the bottle of lotion and join her on the bed. "Well you straddle me as we do a 69 and I slowly put it in your ass and pump it" "God that sounds gay but believe it or not that finger thingy you did was hot so ok lets try" She lays down and you straddle her, you both start fingering and licking and sucking, and she licks my ass again and fingers it with two fingers deep inside me, feel myself getting hard again and almost like I want to cum, but I hold it back, as she jerks you off.... then I feel a cool lotion being rubbed around my hole and the vibrator being slowly, slowly, slowly pushed in me a bit at a time. I buck...........but my cock is so hard inside her mouth and so deep, I push against it and feel it pop in. Dam I can't hold back I feel her pump it inside me, wanting to explode but I continue to hold on as long as I can... I keep licking her but I keep thinking of this vibrator inside my ass and oops I came again.............. She keeps sucking and pumping the vibrator, oddly enough don't feel soft, but still hard, I reach back and pull out it, and wipe it on the pillowcase, grabbing the lotion and do the exact same thing to her ass. She moans, "Fuck me again" obviously she's never had this done either by looks at it so it takes time but I get it in. Pumping her mouth with my cock and her ass with the vibrator.... I taste her cumming in my mouth then I climb off her. And say "I've got an idea' roll on all fours," she does this and I push the vibrator in her pussy and slowly push my lotion coated cock in her ass. I pump both of her holes slowly until I feel it's not so tight and easier to move. She's grabbing the bedpost moaning so loud... almost screaming for more and not to stop. "shhhhhhhhhhhh keep it down baby" you laugh. I keep going and she see squirts out the vibrator she's cumming and having a huge orgasm.... "Oh my god" she says "I've never in all my years done that" "Its ok baby, I've never see it happen either, now I know what to do to the wife." I keep going but without her missing a pump I've moved the vibrator in her ass and my cock in her pussy and I am about to explode; just keep pushing in deeper and let it go. BUT that phone call and message you didn't want to listen to... well it was your wife saying, "that something happened at the seminar and they had to cancel. So I'm on my way home, I'll pick up something for dinner and should be there around 5." I'm are busy doing Jackee in the ass and using the vibrator in her pussy, my eyes are closed as push in deep and pump hard. I don't even hear the door open, but Jackee does, Beth puts her fingers to her lips and shhhhhh. She goes into the bathroom and undresses, tip toes back in and comes up behind me, she kisses my neck and before I could say a word she's fingering and licking my asshole. The POP... I feel a cold slender object being pushed in my asshole with lotion all over it, its not too painful Beth seems a little forceful but I like it. She turns it on and I feel its motions as she moves it in and out of my asshole. Jackee is moving back and forth as I have sort of just frozen in my spot. I continue pumping both of Jackee's holes as Beth pumps my ass and squeezes my balls, I can't control myself but I want to hold off until Jackee cums...I try and try and shit we both seem to explode.... Beth goes under me with the vibrator still in my ass and starts to suck my cock. Meanwhile Jackee has gotten up and moves to Beth and starts to lick and suck her breasts and finger her pussy, and shit Beth's moved away from me and joining Jackee. I pull the vibrator out of my ass; pick up the other one and go to the bathroom; I wash myself and clean up the equipment. With a towel around me, I return to the bedroom. And I'm so amazed at what I see happening. I sit down in the armchair and watch. Jackee and Beth are going at it; they are in the 69-position fingering and licking each other's pussies, as if they hadn't eaten in days. I get up and place a vibrator near each of them. They take them and use them in their pussies. I see them licking asses, breasts, pussies and kissing; meanwhile I am getting so turned on I've gotten hard and start jerking off at this beautiful sight in front of me. The door bell rings I grab your pants and go downstairs and deal with the tow truck driver, who says they will bring a rental car by in a bit for Jackee and gave me their business card for her call and her car will be right tomorrow. I close the door, and return to the bedroom I hear the shower going and both ladies are in there doing more touching. I remove my pants and step into the shower moving between them... touching breasts and nipples. Okay obviously lots of action has been happening and after the shower we all get into comfy clothes and go down and enjoy dinner, good thing Beth picked a big pizza and wings there was enough for all to enjoy. After the dishes are cleaned up and Beth hears the whole story; she laughs and says she'd love to have Troy do her in both holes, cause that looked so awesome.......... But that's another story............................ Car Trouble It was after Holiday break and I was driving back to school from a family reunion in Tyler, TX. I had been driving about ten hours straight. I had decided to arrive at school a day early by not stopping to get a motel midway. I was on an old two lane short cut instead of using the Interstate to save a few hours driving. I love to wear a tight revealing sheer low-cut blouse, a hip- hugging miniskirt, and spiked high heels (with no bra or panties) when I drive for long periods of time. Dressed like this I was always able to give all the truckers a show and turn them on whenever I pass them on the road, when I stop at a truck stop to get gas, or when I pull over at a rest stop for a short break. I was driving in a heavy snowstorm in Georgia down a long canyon when suddenly my lights started to dim and the engine soon started running rough. Next my lights went out and within ten minutes the engine died as I coasted to the shoulder of the road. I got out and opened the hood of the car but could see nothing as it was 6 pm and, in January, it was dark already. There was no traffic at all either direction for almost two hours since I unfortunately picked the wrong time to get off the Interstate. I was getting very cold and I was trembling badly when I spotted headlights coming down the canyon and I decided I had to stop them any way I could. I got out wearing only my sheer blouse, tight miniskirt, and spiked high heels and stood in the middle of the road, waving my arms wildly. It was an RV with six men in their 30's returning from a hunting trip. They stopped and all of them jumped out of the RV with genuine concern in their eyes. I explained what had happened and the many hours I had been sitting there. They told me that we were in the middle of a major storm and many roads were closed. They had foolishly decided to ignore the road closure warnings and had set out for home themselves. They promptly rushed me into their RV so I could get warm and two guys said they would check out the car to see if they could figure out the problem. The driver pulled the RV onto the shoulder in front of my car while he waited for the other two to check out my vehicle. As I walked onto their RV, Matt, the driver said, "Hon, you look like you need a strong drink and a nice hot shower to get rid of the chill." I agreed and took several shots of straight Cabo Wabo tequila and one guy then led me back to the shower in the R.V. I was left alone, I quickly undressed, and entered the shower, feeling the hot water chase the chill out of my bones. As I cleansed myselfand slowly warmed up, I remembered the long lusty looks all six men had given me when I first stepped into their RV. As I started to feel like my hot-blooded self again in the hot shower, I started to fantasize about having sex with all of them while I started fingering myself. Obviously I did not realize that I was moaning a little too loud because, as I neared my climax, I heard a voice say, "You don't really need to do that yourself, you know!" In the throes of my much-needed orgasm, I felt someone start to eat me out which only revved me up for another climax. I opened my eyes to see Robert's head between my legs while the other five guys hungrily stared at me through the open bathroom door. Matt's voice asked, "Would you like all of us to suck your pussy, sweetcakes?" All I could manage to gasp out as I came again was,"Yes!" Robert got up and two guys carried me to the back bed which was larger than the rest. Then Sam kneeled down and started licking my swollen clit. As he was sucking and licking me, Sam crawled onto the bed and situated his dick right over my mouth and I started sucking it mightily in a HOT 69. We sucked and licked each other for about ten minutes when he rolled off and Jon assumed the position. His was a monster dick at nine inches! Eventually Jason, Doug, Matt, and Robert all 69'ed with me for ten minutes each, but, during this whole time, no one came except me. I must have cum at least eight times during the next hour, but none of them did. Then Robert climbed on top of me and sucked my now rock hard sensitive nipples as he was sliding his hard cock into my very wet throbbing cunt. He sensuously and slowly fucked me for ten minutes without cumming. He withdrew and Sam got on top of me and massaged my tits and French-kissed me as he slipped his hard pecker inside my hot snatch! There was now music playing in the background and the other guys were sitting around drinking and cheering while I was being fucked silly! In the same order as before when they ate me out, Jon, Jason, Doug, and Matt subsequently fucked me missionary style while sucking on my nipples, massaging my tits, and French-kissing me. Again I was the only one to cum over the next hour! These guys were damn good lovers with amazing self-control and I came a whole fucking lot!! Next, after Matt pulled his big sausage out of me, they lifted me up and put me on all fours on the bed and Robert started fucking me from behind. He was gripping my hips and burying his manhood deep into me, on almost every thrust to the hilt! I could tell he was enjoying himself immensely from the animalistic grunts I heard from back there and the way he was grabbing my boobs. I was yelling, "Yes! Yes! Yes!" as Matt shoved his cock into my mouth and I sucked it down full length, feeling its deliciously hard tip touch the back of my throat. They took turns fucking me from behind and from in front over the next hour and a half! I was loving it, having a rock hard dick in my pussy and a raging boner in my mouth at the same time! I had always fantasized about having two guys at once and now it has come true! However, this reality with six guys was even more fucking awesome! Amazingly, again no one came into my cunt or mouth as each guy took a turn in my cunt, took a rest, then fucked my mouth until all six of them had done me to their heart's desire! I came time after time, so much so that I lost count of how many times I actually came! The cycle started again with Robert entering my waiting dripping cunt. I felt him spread some lubrication on my ass and then he started to slide a finger into my waiting and willing asshole. Then while still giving me a nice slow deep fuck that was driving me insane with desire, he added more lubrication and inserted a second finger into my ass. He continued to deftly twist his fingers in my ass as he purposefully fucked my very heated cunt. I was slowly being overcome by pure lust and desire! The need of nonstop cocks screwing me and the feeling of his fingers in my ass were absolutely incredible and overwhelming! When I felt him add a lot of lubrication and insert a third finger, my entire body shook as waves after waves of an earth-shattering orgasm slammed into me! From that moment on everything became a blur and I started cumming nonstop over the next hour as each in turn did the same as Robert until all six guys had fucked my cunt repeatedly to orgasm while fingering my sweet ass. Next Robert laid me at the edge of the bed and lifted my legs high above his shoulders and one guy on each side of him held my legs out in a wide V. Then he slowly slid his rock hard prick into my wet asshole and proceeded to force his cock into my ass inch by inch. I let out a loud scream of pleasure as he took it all the way out and slammed it all the way back in! He fucked my ass hard for ten minutes and finally, with a ferocious howl, he shot a huge load of sweet cum in my ass. As Robert pulled out, Sam quickly replaced the empty feeling I had with his stone schlong and started to ram my asshole. He began slowly but promptly built up speed until he was speed fucking me like a jackhammer. Within ten minutes Sam had emptied his sac into my waiting ass. When he pulled out, cum oozed out of my asshole. Next, Jon bust his nut in my ass, followed by Jason, Doug, and Matt, all unloading large amounts of sticky white jism in my ass. While each guy was fucking my ass, the others would be sucking my nipples or sticking their stiff manmeat in my mouth! I was feeling like such a SLUT and I was absolutely LOVING it!! Now that they each had cum once in my ass, each guy felt free to cum again and again, so they came on my face, my tits, my ass, and my stomach! They also shot hot sweet sticky gooey cum in my mouth and down my throat! Mmmmmm! Yummy! Each time one of them would tense up and shoot a load in my ass it would send me into a major mind blowing orgasm! By the time the guys were completely satisfied, my ass was filled with cum and my stomach, ass, pussy, face, tits, and hair were drenched in sweat and cum! It was now 2 am in the morning and I was flushed with all the fucking and sucking that we had been doing for the last five hours! The guys knew I was exhausted, so they let me sleep in the back bed. They parked their RV and, since they were also spent from all the night's sexcapades, they slept there until the next morning when the storm finally let up and the roads were cleared again for travel. Apparently, Doug and Jason figured out that I had a loose battery cable and they fixed it for me. I gave each guy a warm hug and a deep French-kiss and, in return, each guy grabbed my ass tightly and squeezed my tits firmly. I got in my car, waved goodbye, and continued on my way back to school. I had the biggest grin on my face as well as a worn out pussy and a very sore ass, but what a memory! Trust me, I will never forget the night that a loose battery cable gave me the best and the most orgasms I have ever had in my entire life! The End Car Trouble *This is a work of fiction. The characters presented in this are entirely made up and not based on anyone living, dead or from a galaxy far far away. Any similarities to actual people or situations is a damn shame. **Thanks to the folks like Kumani, who assisted in editing this story. * Cheryl eyed the hood of the car where the steam was billowing up in front and from both sides as she drove. She hoped that the car would make it to a parking spot before it finally died or exploded or just fell apart around her. Finally she was able to stop the car, turn of the motor and contemplate this new headache. Looking in the rearview mirror, she was practically dripping with sweat. As she opened the door, she felt no relief as the hot, humid air hit her. Feeling miserable, she maneuvered herself out of the car, looked around for somewhere to call AAA. Feeling tired and cranky because of the oppressive heat, she let out a primal scream inside the car. It helped to some extent but didn't improve the situation any. She was in an older part of town, in the parking lot of a bar and a now closed video rental place. Fortunately, it was in the after noon and the bar was open for business. Entering, she looked around for the bartender. The bartender was returning from the pool table where four older men were engrossed in a game. The two other tables were empty. She felt transported in time because the bar was reminiscent of an old small neighborhood bar as opposed to the large hip places she was used to. Walking up to the bar, she noticed the men had all turned and were watching her enter their lair. Here she was a twenty-six year-old woman entering a bar in an older part of town where the youngest person seemed to be the fifty+ year-old bartender. Cheryl realized she was way out of her element and felt more than a little uncomfortable. Sitting on a stool, with a sigh, it was good to be off her feet and in a somewhat cooler place. "Are you okay, hon?" the waitress asked in a manner that amused Cheryl. Still flush from the heat, Cheryl explained her car problem and asked for a glass of water. Putting her purse on the table, she extracted her cell then took out her wallet to get her AAA card. First, she tried David, her husband's number, but since he was going to be in meetings all day, she was not surprised when it went straight to voice mail. "Hey sweetie, just wanted to let you know you were right, we should have gotten a new car and not keep the old one 'til it dies because it just might have. Everything is fine, talk to ya' later, love ya'." Dialing AAA, Cheryl noticed that her cell phone battery was getting very low, "Excuse me, ma'am." "Just call me Billie" the bartender said. "Thanks Billie, my cell is running low, is there somewhere I can recharge it, or can I use your phone number for the tow truck." Smiling, Billie wrote the number on a napkin and handed a phone handset to Cheryl, "here ya' go sweetie." "Thanks" Cheryl said, as she put her cell phone into her pants pocket. After finishing that call, even though she would have to wait at least two hours, she was able to sit back and relax in the cool building. A television was on above the bar, showing an old football game. Staring blankly at the screen, she felt a strong sensation growing between her legs. Not sure if it was due to hearing her husbands voice or, the stale, musty atmosphere of the bar or the heat or just a combination of them all, but she really wished she had stayed home with her toys. While Cheryl was engrossed in the game, one of the men from the pool table approached. "Heard you were having some car trouble?" "Yeah, it had been on its last legs for a while now, but hopefully the wrecker will be here soon." "Well, if you want, you can join us for a game or two, might help the time go fast." Cheryl thanked him and said, that it was nice. Besides, it might take her mind off the wetness growing between her legs. "But I warn you, I'm pretty good." "Just makes it more challenging,." he replied. "By the way, I'm JT" he said extending his hand. Though he was probably in his sixties, he had a firm, solid handshake. "I'm Cheryl." Getting up, Cheryl followed JT to the table. He introduced her to Ben and Joe. Shaking their hands they all expressed concern about her car, but were glad she had decided to join them. "'Bout time we got some new blood here, I'm tired of the same old geezers" Ben said laughing. She wasn't sure, but it looked like Ben was checking her out as he spoke. Shaking the thought from her mind, she realized she was being silly. Thinking she was a frizzy haired, sweaty disheveled horror, she still, felt flattered. "Oops, I forgot my water,." she said. "Here, let me get it for you," Joe volunteered. When he arrived at the bar, he spoke to Billie for a moment. After stifling a guffaw, Billie looked at Cheryl with a very amused look on her face. Puzzled, Cheryl asked Joe about it when he returned. "She just told me that I needed to keep an eye on ya', since you're hangin' with some very disreputable types." Laughing to herself Cheryl said, "I think I'll take my chances." Racking up the balls, Joe looked at Cheryl and asked, "you want to break them." "Careful, guys," JT said. "She tells me she's pretty good." "Really?" said Ben. Joe spoke up, "why don't we make it a little more interesting?" Feeling a little bit of nervousness build up in me, I cautiously asked, "how interesting?" "How about we go for the pot?" He said as he pointed to an old ball cap with money in it. It's up to $9, and you may need it more than us for your car." Very relieved, Cheryl threw a $20 bill into the pot. "Wow," said JT, "We're not used to such high stakes." "Don't get too used to it, I don't plan on leaving it here." "Ok, enough trash talkin', Cheryl will break, then each of us will get a turn, whoever sinks the highest number ball gets to play first." Cheryl picked a cue, lined up her shot and took it. Since this wasn't a real game, she didn't hit the ball with too much power. The guys then took their turn, and Joe ended up being the first to go up against Cheryl. This time, Cheryl broke with a much more precise stroke. Looking up, she noticed Joe with an impressed look. "Damn" whispered JT, to his pals on the stools, "she wasn't bs'ing." Cheryl always had a bit of a competitive streak in her and seeing that these men saw her as a "real" player heated her up even further. She sank four balls, before she was stuck with no good shots. Joe was only able to sink two but his manner quickly changed. Gone was the smile and in its place was a look of concentration. Cheryl reflected on how nice it was that they'd had a pool table in the basement growing up. Of course, these guys didn't need to know that. After a couple more turns for each, Joe set up the eight ball perfectly for Cheryl to sink, which she did. Joe was visibly annoyed, but still maintained good humor about it. "Boys" he said, "we may have a shark on our hands." Cheryl only smiled, but inside she was ready to burst, in a couple of different ways. Next up was JT, as she bent over to take her opening shot she noticed Joe leering at her, puzzled, she took her shot, stood up, turned around and glanced down. She realized she was wearing a v-neck top and had been giving them a very nice view of her bosom. The fact that she was having a sexual effect on these men gave her a happy feeling that flowed through her body. Besides, if it gave her a slight advantage, well then, so be it. JT was much more of a challenge, and it seemed that luck was with him, until he managed to scratch. After taking a short break to get more water, Cheryl was ready for her game with Ben. Feeling on top of the world and very cocky, hot and horny, she found it difficult to concentrate. Because of this, not only did she mess up a fairly easy shot, but she set Ben up for the easy win. With a huge grin on his face, he very slowly approached the table. Taking unnecessary care, he lined up the shot and proceeded to sink the shot, winning the game and deflating her all at the same time. Defeated, Cheryl joined the loser's circle by the stools. Joe patted her on the shoulder, saying, "hey, don't worry, I'm sure you can get a rematch if you want." Realizing his hand was still on her shoulder, now gently caressing it, she really wasn't sure what to do. According to the way she was raised, this was an invasion of her space. But, she had to admit, it felt nice to have the attention after such a stressful beginning to her day. Besides, it was probably meant as a friendly gesture, so, no big deal. She really didn't want to offend these men who were being so nice to her, but also, it really felt very nice. Since she made no move away from Joe he began rubbing her shoulder a little harder, and with each movement of his hand, she relaxed more and wanted it to continue. Feeling the stress leave her shoulders, she finally managed to utter, "mmm, that's nice." After a few minutes, she looked to her shoulder and realized it was a comparatively dark, unfamiliar hand massaging her very white, freckled skin. Remembering that it wasn't David but a stranger shook her out of her trance. Finally pulling away she said she needed a restroom and hurried toward the back of the bar where the restroom sign hung. After finishing her business, she splashed cool water on her face and tried to calm her hormones down. Thinking to herself, she said, "David better not be late tonight 'cause he's going to get it good." Taking another deep breath, Cheryl exited the restroom and went back toward the table. Ben, JT and Joe were standing near the bar stools talking. As Cheryl got closer, they stopped and turned to look at her. Ben spoke first, "I hear ya' want a rematch?" "Let me call AAA first and see how much longer they'll be? K?" JT replied, "Ok, but if ya' wan' I can see if my nephew is available., He's good with cars and can probably fix it for ya'." "Oh, I don't want to take anyone's time, besides, they should be here soon." "Hey, he can at least come and look, if they get here first, you can go with them. I guarantee, if he can find and fix the problem, it'll be much less than any repair shop." "Ok." Cheryl gave in. "Great, I'll give him a call." As JT pulled out his cell, Ben racked up the balls again, ready for another game. Cheryl broke, then found she was having a difficult time concentrating on the game. The stale scent of the bar and the heat only intensified the feeling in her lower regions. This time she managed to pull herself together and play a good game and win. She was so thrilled that when Ben came 'round she threw her arms around him and gave him a big hug. Ben returned the hug, holding her a little longer than he really should have. Pushing away, blushing she apologized. "Think nuthun' of it," replied Ben genially. Of course, JT and Joe came around for their hug too, which only heightened Cheryl's already spiraling libido. Half way through her new game with Joe, a knocking on the door caught everyone's attention. Everyone watched as Billie walked to the door and unlocked it and let a large, much younger man enter then re-locked the door. Confused, Cheryl was about to ask why the door was locked now only to be cut off by JT. "Yo Sam" he said. "Hey" Sam answered as he approached the group. "This here's Cheryl, she's haven' some car trouble and we thought you could look at it." Reaching out his hand he gave Cheryl a purposeful look up and down. A little nervous, Cheryl reached out and shook his hand. Looking at him, she thought central casting couldn't have picked out a better stereotype. He had the jeans with a wife-beater T-shirt with a blue open shirt over it. On his head he wore a bandana with a Confederate flag pattern covering his dirty blond mullet, several tattoos and, a handlebar mustache. He also had a wad of chewing tobacco inside his cheek and a pop can which he frequently spat into. He also appeared to work out a lot because he was well fairly sculpted and his tight tee-shirt highlighted his hard abs. JT explained the problem as Sam's large rough hand engulfed Cheryl's petite manicured hand. As they exited the bar together, after Billie opened the door for them, without Cheryl noticing this time, she unlocked the car and opened the hood so Sam could take a quick look. Joining him in front of the car intently staring at Sam's ass, she decided that she really hated the baggy pants look. Unaware of anyone else in the vicinity, she was startled when she felt a hand on her elbow. Jumping, she saw JT beside her, she smiles as she felt her face heat up and her knees get a little weak. Before anything could be said, Sam turned around and said: "Nothing too bad, just have a leak in a hose, I can replace it within an hour, I'll just need to go get the part." Not even waiting for a reply, Sam turned,, went to his truck and left. Feeling embarrassed, Cheryl smiled at JT as he motioned to come back into the bar. Once inside, the cool air hit her in the face and it felt so good. As she walked back to the stool by the pool table, she didn't notice Billie lock the door again. All she could think about was sitting down. "So?" said JT "You like him?" "No" Cheryl answered defensively, "Besides, I have a husband." Smiling, JT said, "too bad. I'd like it if a nice lady like you wud' hook up with him. Maybe settle him down a bit." "Sorry...not gonna happen." "Oh well...maybe he can do it on his own. Hopefully he's had enough of prison." "What?" said Cheryl utterly flabbergasted. "He's had a few run ins' with the law, not a big deal" said JT. "What did he do?" asked Cheryl. "Hey, it's not like he killed anyone." "Not for lack of trying" interjected Joe as he chuckled. "He got into a couple of fights and is a bit of a hothead, also he hangs out with disreputable people." For some reason, hearing this only increased the tingling that was coursing through her hungry pussy. Normally, she'd be scared of being around someone like Sam. She was never one of those women who were into the "bad boy" thing. She felt that it was a self esteem problem that led to women pairing up with such losers. However, she had to admit to herself that she did feel a certain exhilaration, like riding a roller coaster only a hundred times better. Sitting back down on the barstool, Cheryl really wanted to end the conversation so she said, "hope he can fix the car, I really can't be playing pool all day." Ignoring her and placing his hand on her leg, JT proceeded to squeeze her just above the knee sending an involuntary shiver of pleasure through her body. Seeing no resistance Ben stepped a little closer and began rubbing Cheryl's arm while Joe moved in behind her and began rubbing her shoulders. Cheryl was hypnotized watching these strange older hands pawing and rubbing her. Seeing no resistance from her, Ben moved his hand further up Cheryl's thigh as she sat there breathing heavily. Spreading her legs as Ben continued, she and everyone else jumped as her cell phone went off. It was David's ring tone. Cheryl retrieved her phone from her pocket. "Hi David" she said to her husband, annoyed that he'd called her back right then. "How's my sweetie, how's the car? Do you need me to come get you?" Looking at the unfamiliar hands roaming her body she quickly replied, "no, I'm in good hands here." Looking over and seeing Ben and JT,she smiled. Unable to see Joe, Cheryl realized that his hands were now boldly cupping here breasts. Knowing what was coming, she gasped when he actually began squeezing them. "Everything ok?" she heard over the phone. Coming too for a second, she replied, "yeah, just need to sit down, for a minute, getting a bit overheated." Emboldened, the men continued their caressing of Cheryl as she talked on the phone. Boxed in, she was unable and unwilling to escape. Joe then moved his hands under her shirt and began rubbing her tight belly. Unable to take it much longer she cut off David, not that she heard anything he had been saying and said, "my cell is nearly dead, I'll talk to you later." "K," replied David, "love ya," she closed her phone without answering and dropped the phone onto the floor. Suddenly the realization of what she was doing hit her and using all of her will power, she managed to push the men away and said loudly, if less than half heartedly, "stop it." The men just looked at her. Instantly weakening she continued, "This is wrong, I really shouldn't be doing this." Getting closer, JT whispered, "It's ok, we're just having a little fun, nobody needs to know." "No." She said very weakly, "I can't . . . I love my husband . . . I can't." All the men closed in around her again, shifting positions, their hands again introduced themselves to her body. "Shush" whispered JT into her ear, which sent shivers running through her body. Not even trying to stifle it, a gasp escaped her throat. Sinking back into JT's arms she felt his lips brush against her neck nibbling and breathing warm air against her. Meanwhile, other hands were busy unbuttoning her blouse and opening it up exposing her naked belly to all. Feeling hands trying to unclasp her bra, she reached behind and assisted in removing it quickly. Opening her eyes, she saw Joe right in front of her. With the bra now laying on the floor, and her firm B cups exposed, he leaned in and kissed her. Without a thought, she opened her mouth and allowed Joe's tongue to meet hers. While Joe and Cheryl explored each others hungry mouths, JT unbuttoned her shorts and quickly pushed them down to her ankles. Instantly her panties joined them, also crumpled at her ankles. Feeling hands push her off the stool and toward the pool table, Cheryl was placed on the edge like a piece of decoration. Her shoes were soon gone and now she was completely naked except for her socks. As hands pushed her down on the table, with her legs over the side, she managed one last "just promise you won't cum inside of me." Paying no attention, JT put his head between her spread legs, as Ben and Joe, joined her on the table and began sucking her breasts while rubbing her firm belly. Ohhhhh Gooodddd... Cheryl cried as JT licked and nibbled her clit. Waves of pleasure shot through her and starbursts flashed before her eyes. Verging on an orgasm, she was finally pushed over the edge when JT inserted his finger into her asshole as he continued nibbling her swollen clit. She had never cum so fast except with her own hands. While her husband was great in bed, she realized that he was an amateur compared to JT. Cheryl ground into JT as he continued driving her crazy, while Ben and Joe continued suckling her swollen, heaving breasts. Lifting her head and watching between the two heads she saw JT remove his mouth from her now soaked pussy and in one rapid movement deftly drop his pants to the ground. Seeing his rock hard member standing at attention, Cheryl placed her feet on the edge of the table and spread her legs as far as she was able. Knowing what was coming, she was able to blurt out one final request before she fully gave in. "Please, don't cum inside me " Again, acting as if she had said nothing, JT thrust his shaft inside her waiting and willing pussy. He started very gently and with each thrust Cheryl's groans got louder which only encouraged him to pump harder. JT held Cheryl's waist tightly pressing his fingers into her flesh. Squeezing her vaginal muscles, she pushed him over the edge. She felt his balls slap against her ass cheeks. David loved the feeling and she saw that JT liked it as well. Approaching another strong climax, she heard: "Ugghh . . . yeah . . . ugghhh" then felt him buck against her as he emptied his cock of its contents. After the second thrust, Cheryl joined with her own orgasm, as a high pitched screech escaped her throat. Car Trouble JT wasn't fully withdrawn before she felt hands grab her leg and spin her around on the table, with the help of her free leg. Seeing Ben on his knees towering above her, he grabbed her hips as she raised her pelvis to accept his member. Using her arms to help hold her up, she realized she was laying on top of a pool cue and found it very uncomfortable. Fortunately, someone slid the cue out from under her and she was able to get comfortable. Ben slipped his cock into her well-lubed pussy as his hand reached up and massaged her free breast. "Ya' like it babe? This is what you want?" he said almost angrily. "Yessss " Cheryl replied almost breathlessly. As Ben thrust in and out, she suddenly saw a cock jutting out in front of her face. Not seeing who it belonged to, she grabbed it anyways, and stuffed it into her mouth. As she slurped and gagged a couple of times, it was Ben between her legs that was driving her wild making it difficult to concentrated on the cock in her mouth. As Ben sped up he cried out "YEAH TAKE IT BITCH " as he shot his load into her waiting cunt. David had never talked dirty to her like that, but she found it pushed her over the edge with her strongest orgasm of the day. It took a few seconds to realize that the cock had fallen out of her mouth and Joe was quickly trying to reposition her head so he could enter her mouth again. After a couple of deep breaths, she was ready for the shaft again. As he pumped into her open mouth, muffling any groans, she realized Ben was still shouting at her, calling her a "slut." Even though she hated such terms, she found a perverse pleasure hearing them from this older, rougher man. Growing increasingly uncomfortable in her current position, she took the chance with no one between her legs to roll over onto her side. Sitting up on her elbow, she continued sucking. She felt Joe begin to tense and suddenly jets of hot semen shot into her throat. Managing not to gag, she continued sucking him until he pulled out and rubbed his saliva and cum covered member on her face. Tired, she rolled back onto her back, with her legs still hanging over the table. Not seeing the other men nearby, she simply lay there breathing deeply. She must have dozed off, because the next thing she knew, someone was poking her arm. Looking up she saw Sam standing above her. Realizing she was sprawled on the table nude and covered with cum, she sat up as quickly as she could. Looking around she didn't see anyone else. Trying to get down from the table, she reached out to Sam, who just stood watching without offering any help. Getting down very ungracefully, she looked for her clothing. Seeing her blouse and pants on the floor next to the table, she noticed that they were stained with drying cum. The men must have cleaned themselves with her clothes. Looking around, she spotted the men, dressed and sitting at a table watching her with big smiles. Starting to put on her stained, wet clothes Sam said, "nah...you aint gonna need those yet bitch." Cheryl froze as she noticed the men were now standing and approaching the table again. Overwhelmed with feelings of guilt she shook her head and said: "I can't, I really need to go home." Ignoring her, the men moved in, Cheryl was forcibly grabbed by the back of her head and kissed hard. Fortunately, Sam no longer had the tobacco in his mouth but she could taste the vile strong flavor of it. He thrust his tongue deep into her mouth and though scared did nothing to resist. As his lips remained locked to her mouth, he pushed her back toward the pool table and helped her hop back up on the edge. He continued kissing her as if he hadn't kissed anyone for years. It was overpowering and Cheryl found that she enjoyed the sensation of total powerlessness. She couldn't have stopped it, not that she wanted to. Her pussy, once again was wet, preparing for what it hoped was to come. Pushing her down on the table, Sam removed his pants and joined Cheryl on the table. Not speaking, he straddled her chest, grabbed a handful of her hair and shoved his large member down her throat. To avoid gagging, she sucked on him only pulling away to catch her breath. Bobbing up and down on his cock seemed to unfaze Sam; he sat there with a cold, unimpressed look on his face. Encouraged to work on him harder, she took his cock as far down her throat as she could. Stunned she was able to take the whole thing she looked up and saw the same stony glare. Pulling himself away from her, he looked through her. Getting off the pull table, he flipped her onto her stomach. "Get me a beer, and lube" he said to some unknown spectator. A few seconds later she felt a cool substance being rubbed around and into her asshole. Terrified, she struggled to get up and cried "No, not that, I can't . . . " Before she could finish her sentence, he pushed her back down and slapped her ass very forcefully as she felt someone grab her wrists. Looking up, she saw JT with a smug grin on his face. Rubbing his swollen member over her tight anus, Sam was playing with her as he slapped her butt cheeks with his raging hard on. He then pressed the head of his cock against her virgin sphincter. As her asshole spread and her whole body shook, Sam pulled away and quickly inserted a finger. Thrusting it in and out to open her up, Cheryl sighed in relief and pleasure and relaxed a little. JT kept his tight hold on her wrists, so she was still at the mercy of Sam. It felt like a faucet was turned on in her pussy, all of her sticky pussy juice mixed with cum ran down her leg. Another finger was inserted in her asshole and Cheryl bucked as another orgasm coursed through her tired body. Sam pulled out his fingers, reached up and put them into her mouth. The pungent musky scent mixed with lube excited her greatly. Wanting him to put his fingers back in her ass, she mumbled, "ung...more." Spreading her cheeks, the top of his cock was pressed against her anus again. Scared and nervous she pushed away as best she could as the head of Sam's cock slowly entered her tight hole. Placing his hands on her hips, he pushed himself deeper inside her. As her sphincter muscle spasmed, a gasp of pain and a slight scream escaped Cheryl's throat. Her back arched as she took the cock in and this was met with a tightening grip on her wrists. Thinking the worst has to be over, she took a deep breath only to be met with longer and harder thrusts. Screams and grunts rang from Cheryl's mouth as her ass was used as Sam's plaything. His groans began joining her quiet whimpering. She knew he was approaching his own climax. A final hard thrust told her he shot his load deep into her tired, worn out bowels. At the same time, her pussy replied with a thunderous orgasm of its own, adding to the sticky wet mess already on her legs. As he pulled out and her wrists were released, Cheryl stayed where she was, with her legs hanging over the pool table sprawled out. Closing her eyes, she lay there panting. When she finally regained her senses, she stood up and looked for her clothes and cell phone. Embarrassed, she quickly dressed and headed to the doors avoiding making eye contact with Billie. As she reached the door, Billie hollered, "hey, Sam wanted me to give this to you." A smile spread across her face and she surprised her self how quickly she bounded back to the bar. Seeing the paper Billie held, her face collapsed. It was a bill for the car repair. ***** Seven months later, Cheryl and David were relaxing on the couch. David enjoyed touching and rubbing Cheryl's pregnant belly. He couldn't keep his hands off of her. Loving the attention, their already good sex life got better. Not quite as good as... her thought was interrupted when David asked, "So, have you decided on a name for her?" Smiling she said, "I like Samantha." Then Cheryl thought to herself with some regret, "sure, Sam's the one man who's not the father, but in all likely hood, neither is David." "Me too" replied David as he rubbed her belly. "Can't wait to meet you, Sam." A big smile spread across Cheryl's face. Car Trouble! Copyright 2008 Sethp all rights reserved Edited by Meg1 but all mistakes are mine and mine alone! I don't always listen to my editor! lol Enjoy the story it was suggested by a reader and I enjoyed writing it. * Disappointed Jenny knew just what to do. Her uncle Dave owned an auto repair shop on the other side of town. Uncle Dave always told her that if she ever had car trouble to bring she could go to him and he'd repair it for free. "Family is family." He always said. Jenny hadn't spoken to, or seen her uncle in almost a year. A lot had changed in a year. Jenny was now a sophomore in the city college and was living on campus. She had just turned nineteen and was quite a stunner. She had short auburn hair and a slim athletic build topped off with a pair of full, large breasts. Jenny's parents had given her a car when she decided to move onto campus so that she could get around. They would be very disappointed in Jenny if they found out that she had gotten into a couple of accidents and let her car fall into disrepair. If there was one thing that Jenny could not handle, it was disappointing her parents. Just the thought of it bought her to tears. She was always trying to please them, but she never quite lived up to her parents' expectations. They let her know every chance they got that she wasn't smart enough. This would be the final straw and Jenny was not going to face their displeased looks again. There was only one thing that she could do and only one place that she could turn. That place was her Uncle Dave's garage on the other side of town. Uncle Dave was her fathers' brother and only showed up during the holidays. He was rough and always seemed to have grime and grease on his fingers and clothes no matter if he was working that day or not. Dave had served time in prison for a variety of charges including, extortion, assault, bribery and armed robbery. Her parent's kept him at arm's length though and probably would not approve of Jenny going to him to repair her car. Uncle Dave was the stereotypical auto mechanic. He was in his mid forties, balding, fat, sweaty and dirty. He always wore one of those short sleeved shirts with his name embroidered on the front. To make it worse, despite his rather large gut, his pants always seemed to be two sizes too large, threatening to slide down and reveal more than Jenny really wanted to see. Jenny pulled into her uncle's parking lot, noticing that he didn't seem to be very busy this day. In fact she could see his outline thru the office window at his computer. "He's probably looking at porn on the internet." Jenny thought, laughing to herself. Jenny's car sputtered to a halt in front of the center bay door with a cloud of black smoke as she stepped out adjusting her top. She had worn a short denim skirt and a white halter top that barely contained her massive breasts. She knew that her outfit was inappropriate for a visit to her uncle, but she was only going to be here for a few minutes; she had already planned to get back to campus on the bus. "Jenny? Is that you?" Uncle Dave was standing there smiling at her inquisitively as Jenny spun around to respond. "Uncle Dave!" Jenny yelled as she rushed over to embrace her uncle. It wasn't lost on Dave how Jenny's large breasts bounced around, threatening to escape her small halter top. He was already starting to get aroused. "What brings you out here Jenny?" He asked inquisitively. "Well, I need your help Uncle Dave." Jenny replied sheepishly. "My car is about ready to fall apart. As you can tell from the dents in the front, I've ran into a couple of things." Jenny laughed. "I was wondering if you could fix it for me without telling my parents?" Jenny asked. "You always told me that If I ever needed anything that I could come to you." "I meant that Jenny, I really did, it's just that I have so much paperwork to catch up on, and I don't even have the parts for your car here. Look, why don't you go have a seat in my office while I take a look at it and see if I can find out why it's smoking like that." Dave advised her. Jenny just nodded her head and made her way through the darkened garage to her uncle's back office. It was pretty spacious and comfortable, with wall to wall carpeting, a large inviting couch against the back wall and a large oak desk piled high with papers and invoices. Jenny took a seat on the couch and prayed that her uncle would be able to help her. After about fifteen minutes, Uncle Dave walked into the office wiping his hands clean. "Jenny, Your car's in bad shape, baby girl." He said. "It's going to cost quite a bit for the parts, but I think I can get it looking and running like new again. How much money do you have?" He asked her. "You probably know the answer to that Uncle Dave." She told him staring at the stained carpet beneath her feet. "Can you loan me the money and I'll figure out a way to pay you back? I have a part time job at the coffee shop you know." Dave looked his niece up and down as he thought about his answer. "Maybe we can work something out." He said. "Let me ask you a question. Have you ever made a bet? Have you ever gambled?" He asked. "Uncle Dave!" Jenny protested. "I'm not an idiot. I know what a bet is. What do you mean?" She replied. "Ok I'm not gonna sugar coat this Jenny. Your car's going to be expensive to fix and it will take me some time, but I'm willing to do it if you'll play a game with me. What I mean is: I'll make you a bet and if you win, I'll fix your car. If you lose, then we have to make another bet until you win." Jenny sighed. She knew her uncle was devious and had nasty side. She had heard all the rumor and stories about him. Jenny had decided before she came over that whatever it took to get her car fixed for free she could do and would do. "Ok, Uncle Dave you have a deal on one condition." She told him. "You can't let on to my parents that I was ever here and if I win the bet, I don't owe you anything for fixing my car and I don't have to do anything I find uncomfortable." "Of course Jenny, you have my word as your uncle." He replied, grinning from ear to ear. Dave got up and went over to the small fridge in the corner and got two beers. "Would you like one? You look thirsty." Jenny accepted and took a drink, draining half the bottle. "Go ahead then, what's your bet." Jenny asked. "Ok, I bet that you probably can't kiss very well." Dave said matter of factly. "Just how am I supposed to prove that?" Jenny said irritated. "Well the only way to prove it, is to prove it." Dave replied. Jenny's competitive nature and the effects of chugging half a beer were having an effect on her. "Come here and I'll prove it." She responded. Dave came over and sat on the couch next to her and leaned forward and started to passionately kiss Jenny. He was a little bit more aggressive than she had anticipated and Jenny started to push her uncle away, but Dave was too strong and pulled Jenny against him. Slowly, Jenny stopped resisting and started to return his passion, sucking on Uncle Dave's tongue as it darted into her mouth. Jenny was surprised when a soft moan escaped from her mouth. Jenny was almost disappointed when Dave pulled away, putting his attention back on his beer again. She was confused. This was her Uncle and he was old, dirty and fat as well. Why did that turn her on so much? "Well Uncle Dave, I win the bet don't I? What time will my car be ready?" Jenny asked smiling. "Sorry, but you didn't win anything. I had to force you. A forced kiss is not a great kiss and you are not a great kisser. I was right and I win the bet." He said triumphantly chugging the rest of his beer. Jenny just sat there with her mouth open, fighting back the urge to protest and insult him. Just who did he think he was? That was a great kiss she thought. "So you aren't going to fix my car then?" She asked. "Not yet. You didn't win the bet Jenny. We had a deal. Are you ready for the next bet?" Uncle Dave replied. Jenny nodded that she was as she accepted another beer from her uncle. "Ok, I bet that your tits aren't as nice as the centerfold in my new girly magazine." Jenny knew that she had world class tits. They were huge and firm even by centerfold standards. They were capped by large dark areoles and long thick nipples that were the envy of every girl that had ever seen her naked. She was a perfect 10 and she knew it. "Ok I'll take that bet." Jenny said with an air of defiance. "I knew you would. You want to get that car fixed." Dave replied. "Ok show me." Jenny stood up and slowly pulled her top down revealing inch after inch of cleavage until finally her huge breasts popped into view. Dave was noticeably shocked. It was one thing to see perfect breasts on TV or in a magazine, but quite another to see them in person. Dave flipped open the magazine on his desk top to an amazing picture of Gianna Michaels and her amazing 36DD breasts. Jenny was slightly disheartened. This was going to be close. "I'm going to have to get a closer look Jenny." Uncle Dave said as he stepped closer. Jenny gasped as he cupped her breasts in his hands. "I don't think we should..." Jenny's protest was cut off in a gasp as Dave grasped one of her nipples with his lips and sucked hard. She had never had anyone suck on her nipples before and the sensation was unbelievable. She had always been aware that she had sensitive nipples but had no idea they could provide pleasure like this. "ahhhhh...." Jenny moaned, leaning her head back, as her uncle nibbled and sucked on first one nipple and then the other one. He was kneading her breasts as well but gently and it was intensely erotic. Dave stepped back abruptly, staring at Jenny. "Did I...were they...did I win?" Jenny whispered. She was breathing heavily, causing her breasts to rise and fall in rhythm with her breathing. Her nipples were hard and sticking out obscenely. Her face and chest were flushed red. "I'm sorry Jenny but Gianna has you beat." Dave said, never taking his gaze from his niece's heaving chest. Jenny had never been so aroused in her life. Why was she so aroused? Jenny's eyes narrowed as she frowned. Uncle Dave wasn't playing fair. She knew he had never seen tits as nice as hers before. Ever! "I bet you can't take my whole cock in your mouth Jenny." Dave said as he unzipped his pants and let them fall around his ankles. He wasn't wearing any underwear and he had the largest cock that Jenny had ever seen in her life. Still not willing to admit defeat, Jenny dropped to her knees in front of her uncle and wrapped her lips around his cock head in one smooth motion. She expertly slid her lips forward around his thick shaft until the tip of his cock reached the back of her mouth. She started to gag and pulled back up his shaft, drooling around his cock. Dave stood there with his eyes closed enjoying the sensation of his young niece engulfing his cock in her warm, wet mouth. He'd had no idea that his little game would have gotten so far, perhaps too far, but he wasn't about to stop now. Jenny relaxed and slid forward on his cock again, letting her tongue relax and fighting back her gag reflex. She had deep throated her last boyfriend, but he was nowhere near the size of Uncle Dave. She had his cock almost all the way in her mouth now. His pubic hairs were starting to tickle the tip of her nose. Only one more inch and she was there. She could do it. It was then that she felt his cock tense and swell between her lips. She knew what was about to happen. Uncle Dave was about to cum. Jenny started to work her way off of his cock, when his strong hands grabbed her head forcefully, keeping her from moving. Jenny had never had a man cum in her mouth before. She had always finished off her dates with her hand. There was just something so nasty about cum. Jenny struggled to escape her uncle's grip but it was no use. Her mouth started to fill up with his sperm. Rope after rope of his salty, warm cum, shot into her mouth. She had no choice but to swallow it all. When the last shot of cum was done, Dave pulled his cock out of Jenny's mouth and backed over to the couch. Jenny was both horrified at what she had just done with her uncle and sopping wet with arousal. She had just been forced to swallow her Uncle Dave's cum and it was the most erotic thing she had ever experienced in her life. They both sat on the floor panting. Jenny scooped up a strand of cum from her chin with her finger and sucked it into her mouth. What was she doing? She just couldn't help herself. Her Uncle's aggressive, nasty behavior was turning her on beyond belief. As she sat there looking at him on the couch, she couldn't help but think that he wasn't really that unattractive after all. "You lost again Jenny." Dave said panting. "Maybe this thing will fit somewhere else?" He said smiling and motioning Jenny over to the couch. "Uncle Dave, I know it will fit there. But you have to promise to fix my car." Jenny said standing up and walking over to the couch. Dave just nodded as Jenny climbed on the couch and mounted him. He was still hard even after cumming in her mouth moments before. Jenny was so wet that Dave's cock slid in with ease. Jenny was facing him on the couch with her large breasts hanging at his face. Dave didn't waste any time before attacking the huge breasts. He sucked one of her erect nipples into his mouth as Jenny moaned and started to piston up and down on his cock. It was only a matter of minutes before Jenny came with Dave's cock deep inside her. Still in the throes of her own orgasm, she barely noticed that Dave was about to cum himself until it was too late. "Uncle Dave no, I'm not on the pill!" She screamed at him. Dave ignored her and held her in place as he shot his sperm deep inside her. "You fucking prick." Jenny protested as she collapsed against his body kissing his neck. "You're coming home with me." Dave told her softly and firmly. "I know." Jenny replied. THE END Sethp! Car Trouble AUTHOR'S NOTE: All participants are over 18. This is a fantasy. Not a true story. Civil comments welcome. * I was only about fifteen minutes into my hour and twenty commute when the car died. I had just entered the highway, and struggled for control of the vehicle, trying to get to the shoulder so as not to cause an accident. I managed to pull off out of the traffic without incident. I called work first, told them I wouldn't be in, and then tried my wife's phone, but Diane didn't answer; she never does. I swear I could turn off her service and she wouldn't know for weeks, but when she calls me she gets irritated if I don't answer. Not having expected anything less, I called my mechanic, and he took my location and sent a tow truck. It took another hour before we got to the mechanic, and based on the description, he said it sounded like my alternator had crapped out. He gave me an idea of the bill and I blanched, but really had no choice. He told me he'd call me at home when it was ready, and assured me it would be that afternoon. I tried the house but got no answer, and remembered my wife saying she was meeting our daughter for brunch. Since it was just a little over a mile to our home and the weather was decent, I decided to walk home, slinging my briefcase over my shoulder commuter style and setting a brisk pace, free for the day of the burdens of the office. I arrived a little after ten to an empty house. I made myself a snack and headed for the den, turned the television on low, some movie I had already seen, ate my sandwich, and stretched out on the couch. A little tired from the healthy walk, I fell asleep. When I woke a bit later I heard voices in the house, and assumed my wife and daughter were here after their brunch date. A glance at the clock showed it was almost noon; I climbed off the couch and was about to call out to them. Since the back of the couch faces the den door, unless they had come all the way into the den and seen me sleeping they would have no way of knowing I was home, and I didn't want to startle them. I assumed my wife had not checked her cell. As I headed for the stairs to go up and greet them I heard a male voice mixed with the other two. The words were still indistinguishable, so other than hearing male and female, I really didn't know who was there. In the event that it was my wife, and she had guests at the house, I didn't want to make an ass of myself, so I didn't call out; I walked upstairs silently and entered the kitchen. There was no one there, so I followed the voices down the hall, hearing only the women, walking through the dining room, then the living room. As I passed the hallway to the first floor bedroom, a guest room really, that we use for the computer and stuff, I heard the women, and could make out the words. "Wow, you weren't kidding!" I heard my wife say in an excited voice. "I told you!" Susan replied. Susan is our daughter. She's twenty two, fresh home from college, and job hunting. I had no idea what they were talking about, and headed down the short hall, but froze when I heard the male voice. "Well, are you gonna suck it, or just stare at it?" the voice was familiar, but my brain couldn't register it, stunned as it was by the words I heard, the tone used. I barely had time to contemplate the word suck, when I heard a male moan. I considered backing out, as it sounded like my daughter was having sex in the guest room. It was just occurring to me that my wife was with her, as I shuffled back and forth, wanting to go in both directions at once, when I heard Susan's voice. "Oh, yeah, mom," she spouted encouragingly, "suck his giant cock!" Suck his giant cock? My wife was sucking a giant cock? In front of our daughter? In our house? I was frozen to the spot, immobilized by a situation so far beyond my normal frame of reference. I felt panic grip my chest, and I began to sweat. "That's fucking hot," Susan continued. "does it feel good, baby?" Who was she talking to? "Oh, yeah," the guy gasped. "You're mom is sucking my dick so good." The voice was familiar, and I guessed it was Ron, Susan's boyfriend from college. And my wife was sucking his cock! I heard a wet pop. "Don't use that kind of language, Susan," my wife admonished, "it's not ladylike." "Oh, but it's okay for you to suck his big cock," Susan replied with a joking, sarcastic sneer in her voice. "That's different," Diane replied, and then I heard wet, sucking noises, and then a choking cough. "Yeah! You go, mom! Gag on that monster!" I crept closer, and heard my wife gasp out a breath. "Holy shit, that's a big cock!" she exclaimed, taking a deep breath, then added, with fire in her voice. "I want to see if I can get it all!" "Yeah, push all the way down," I heard Ron goading over a slurping sound. I crept to the edge of the door, and made myself peek around the corner, afraid to see what my ears were telling me was happening, still convincing myself that my hearing was deceiving me. As my one eye cleared the corner I saw my wife on her knees at the foot of the guest bed between Ron's bare legs, her lips stretched lewdly around a fat shaft, about two inches of shaft still outside her mouth. She coughed and sputtered and pulled back a bit as thick white spittle blew out of her mouth. My chest tightened and, to my horror, my dick started getting hard. I had a flash of the horrible porn I often watched where girls have their faces fucked by enormous cocks, and I felt overwhelmed by shame at my arousal. And then my daughter, on her knees behind my wife, reached her hand up to her mother's head, and pushed her down, forcing the cock into her throat. "Open wider, and swallow," she coached, it'll help it go in." I wondered how my daughter knew that as I watched my wife stretch her jaw, and her head lowered more. I saw her neck bulging as her lips pushed to the base of the shaft. Fuck, she was deep-throating Ron's cock! It was like watching a live porn show, and my dick allowed me to disassociate my relationship with my wife, seeing her instead as a hot slut with an eager mouthful of hard cock. Her eyes grew wide then, panicky, and her hands slapped on his thighs. Susan released her grip and I watched as Diane's head pulled back and she gasped for air, exposing the biggest cock I'd ever seen. It was slick and dripping with her saliva, hard and red and angry, and had to be ten inches. "Fuck, yeah, mom!" Susan exclaimed, "You did it! It's incredible, right?" she reached out and grasped her boyfriends cock at the base. "I told you you'd love it, didn't I?" Diane's head turned to our daughter, away from my sight. She said something I couldn't understand under her breath, but Susan's eyes lit up when she heard it. My dick led me further into the doorway, but I was behind and to the side of my wife and daughter, and Ron was looking only at them. Except of course, when my wife has his cock in her mouth. Then his eyes were mostly closed, but like me, he watched it disappear into her face. As words passed silently from mother to daughter, I wondered what had gotten into Diane; was it just about Ron's giant cock? Was she really a cocksucking slut that had been sucking other guys off all along? Was this a first for her? And what had made her do it? I didn't have much time to consider it as I saw Diane turn her head back to Ron's monster. Susan still had it by the base, and as my wife opened her mouth to take it Susan lifted it up, and away, and then smacked her mother across the lips with it. With dismay and shameful arousal I saw my wife bob her head, trying to catch the moving target in her mouth. When she did, she let out a loud moan, echoed by Ron, and I watched her cheeks sink in as she sucked the head with abandon, her tongue slipping out to lick the underside, and her head bobbing lightly. She lifted her hands off the ground and knelt up, the head still in her mouth like a dog with a bone as she reached for the waistband of her pants and opened them, and pushed her pants and panties down off her hips. She resumed sucking, taking longer strokes, as our daughter went behind her and pushed the garments down her thighs, bunching them at her knees. Diane lifted one knee at a time and Susan pushed the pants to her mother's ankles, then sliding them off. Then, still behind Diane, who was sucking Ron without distraction, Susan pushed her mother's legs apart and slipped a hand under her. "O-oh, you're pussy is nice and wet, mom," she said, and lifted her head, addressing Ron. "I think she's almost ready for you." I felt myself gasp at her words and actions, seeing my daughter fingering her mother's pussy and understanding that she was implying that her boyfriend was going to fuck my wife! I must have been too loud, because they both turned to me at the same instant. "Greg!" my wife yelled, as the cock popped out of her mouth. I noticed that she gripped it, and didn't let go. "Wh- What are you doing home?" I stepped fully into the doorway. "Really, Diane? You're sucking Ron's cock, and you think that the problem is that I'm home when you didn't expect?" I took two steps into the room, about halfway between the door and the trio at the bed. "Is this what happens when I'm at work every day?" "No, I- no! Of course not! What do you-" she sputtered. "Of course not, daddy," my daughter interjected. "Ron's been at school with me until a few weeks ago." "I wasn't talking to you, young lady," I snarled, and she lowered her head with a grimace. "I was talking to your mother!" I turned to face Diane, but then turned back to Susan. "But since when do you finger your mother?" Her mouth opened to answer, and I stopped her. "Never mind," I barked, and turned back to Diane. "Well? Are you going to answer me? Have you been sucking cock behind my back all along?" I asked her accusingly, "Or is it just Ron's giant cock that has you all shook up?" I pointed at the giant fuck stick in her hand, and noticed she was stroking it slowly, maintaining his erection. "Because you looked pretty experienced and comfortable deep-throating him!" "She was pretty good," Ron offered. "Shut the fuck up, Ron," I barked. "no one was asking you." "Dad, I -" "I am talking to your mother!" I turned to Diane. She was still stroking Ron's shaft, and I noticed she squeezed a little as she got just below the tip, making his giant cockhead red and swollen. A drip of pre-com oozed at the tip. "Well?" I asked. But she wasn't meeting my eyes; and I realized she was looking at my crotch. She grinned. "It looks like you were enjoying the show," she said teasingly, and I was thrown off guard by her comment. "Never mind that," I defended, "we're talking about you, sucking his dick!" I said, pointing. "Its fucking huge, isn't it?" she cooed. "It's incredible. Susan told me about it, but I never imagined ... Look at you, you're enjoying this," she said, and her tongue slipped out of her mouth, looking into my eyes, and swiped the gooey stream leaking from the head, when she pulled back, a string of clear fluid connected her tongue to his cock. "We were talking about sex," my daughter offered, and this time I didn't stop her as I watched Diane tickle the end of his cock with the tip of her tongue. "she asked me if I was, you know, active, and I started telling her about Ron, and his giant cock," she continued. "Well, one thing led to another, and the conversation got all steamy, and then, well, I invited him over, so mom could check it out for herself," she related, as though that made it all reasonable. I stared at her, dumbfounded. "Seriously. One thing led to another? You think that explains your mother kneeling on the floor sucking your boyfriends cock?" "Well, it IS spectacular, you gotta admit," she said with a proud grin. "And as mom already pointed out, at least one part of you isn't upset," she added with a glance as my bulge. I couldn't understand why it wasn't going down. And then I felt a hand reach out and rub across the lump at my crotch, and turned to my wife. She had stretched out her hand to grab me, but couldn't quite reach, as she had her head lowered on Ron's shaft again. My mouth dropped open, and I watched her elegant neck stretch as she extended her head into him, her forehead pushing into his stomach, taking about half his length in slow, languorous strokes down, and up, looking at me from the corner of her eyes. My smaller head, completely in charge, allowed me to see it for the sexy sight it was, a beautiful woman worshipping a huge cock with her sexy mouth. She pulled back, and using her other hand, the one that wasn't grappling at my bulge, grabbed his shaft and rubbed it on her lips. She stretched her arm to me and grabbed at my cock. "Admit it, Greg, you're as turned on as I am," she said in a sultry tone. "your cock is as hard as it's ever been. You like this?" she opened her mouth, still turned to me, and extended her tongue to lick all around the head of Ron's big dick. "Do I look sexy, sucking this big cock?" Susan scooted back over to my wife, and moved closer between Ron's legs. "Maybe I should take over here," she grinned to her mother. "Looks like Dad's got a problem there. Maybe you should go take care of Daddy while I finish up here." She reached for Ron's shaft, but Diane swatted her hand away. "The hell you say," Diane replied with a hint of irritation. She pushed her daughter backwards, so she fell back on her butt. "I did all the work to get him this far, and I'm gonna finish; I earned it!" she glanced back at me, then to Susan. "Why don't YOU take care of Daddy while I take care of Ron?" she suggested. Susan looked up at me, glanced at my crotch, then back to her mother. "Okay," she chirped. And just like that she had crawled to me and was unzipping my pants. "Wh-what are you- Susan!" I blurted. "What are you doing?" "Sucking your cock, Daddy," she said, all pleased with herself. She pulled my pants down and my erection sprang out like a coiled spring. "Don't you want a nice blowjob while you watch mom get Ron off?" "But-but-" I sputtered, and then my cockhead was enveloped by the wet silky heat of Susan's mouth, and my head fell back and I groaned. I heard Ron echo my sentiments as Diane resumed her efforts on him, and looked down to see her push him all the way into her throat again, her neck bulging as she raised her shoulders and stuck her face down to nestle her lips at the base. It was vulgar, and disgusting, and repulsive, and I felt a tremor of delight run through me. My legs wobbled a little as my daughter's mouth stroked my shaft. She held me deep inside and moaned on my shaft. To my shame and delight, I was getting off on Susan sucking my hard cock while I watched my wife suck another man. I was overwhelmed by sensation, and lost control. "Oh, yeah, Susie, suck my fucking cock!" I blurted. "Oh, that's good." I looked at Diane, who was pumping her hand and mouth rapidly up and down, fucking his cock like her mouth was her cunt. "You're a dirty slut like your mother, aren't you, Susan?" I told her, grabbing her hair, and angling her head up, seeing her face stuffed with my cock. "Look at her, your dirty mother, sucking your boyfriend's giant cock. She loves it! And you love your daddy's cock, don't you?" She hummed and nodded, her face moving up and down, her mouth wrapped tightly around the head of my dick. Seeing my wife act so wantonly, sucking another cock right in front of me, overwhelmed by her passion and need, was too much for me, and I felt my cum boiling inside me, the tremble in my legs as my climax approached. I wanted to cum, to explode, and I wanted it to last forever, but despite my efforts to resist, I felt it build, and threaten its release. "I'm gonna cum," I warned, "fuck, Susan, you're making me cum!" She pulled off my cock, stroking me, rubbing the head on her wet lips. "Yeah, daddy, cum for me, I want it; I want your hot cum!" I heard Ron growl, hearing his girlfriend talk so nasty, and Diane grunted. And then my balls clenched and my cock exploded, shooting the first blast onto my daughter's lips and nose, and she hissed a deep breath as the second shot launched up her face, across her eye to her forehead. "Fuck, yeah, cum on my face, daddy, give me that hot cum!" she called out as the remaining pulses shot onto her pretty face, her mouth open now, my cum dripping down her face, and the remaining weaker pulses landing in her tongue. I heard Ron groan, and Diane gagging, and then Ron shouted as he filled my wife's mouth with his load, as Susan took my cock back into her mouth, sucking the rest of my cum from my cock, and I nearly passed out from the excitement and release. My mouth was open, dry from panting, and I tried to swallow and catch my breath. A glance at my wife saw her with white streams flowing out of her mouth as Ron pulled her by her hair, filling her with his disgorging cock, pushing into the back of her throat. Susan released me then, and crawled quickly to her mother and pulled her head off Ron's dick, and their mouths met and the shared a wet, slimy cum-filled kiss, swapping the loads between them. I saw my daughter's hand slip between Diane's legs, and my wife groaned as she was fingered by her own daughter. Susan broke the kiss, and stood up, dropping her pants to the floor, then pushing my wife on her back and climbing over her backwards, settling her hips over Diane's face, and burying her own face between my wife's legs. Despite just having cum, my dick stayed hard seeing the incestuous lesbian scene playing out in front of me. I looked at Ron and he was stroking his gigantic member, eyes wide and wild. We both watched as the ladies licked each other's pussies, until Diane exploded in orgasm, followed quickly by Susan, who shook with powerful tremors. They rolled over then, Diane ending up on top, their faces still buried in each other's wet cunts. I looked at Ron, and motioned to my wife's hips silently and he leaped off the bed and knelt behind her. I moved to my wife's head, pulled her hair, lifting her head, and slipped my cock into my daughter's cunt. Diane groaned, seeing the penetration right in front of her, then squealed as Ron shoved his meat into her. "Oh, fuck, Greg, he's fucking me; shit, he's fucking me with his giant cock!" Diane looked up at me, her expression pleading and desperate, then her eyes bulged as Ron bottomed out inside her, and she screamed a wail of pain and passion, her eyes lost their focus as her brain slipped away into a parallel reality of desire fulfillment. I crammed her head down between Susan and me, and shoved my cock deeper into my daughter, pounding my stomach against Diane's face. I felt her tongue on my cock, and pumped a few times before pulling out and shoving my cock completely into Diane's mouth, past her gag reflex, and into her throat. She didn't suck, she just held her mouth open, lifeless, all her focus on the monstrous cock filling her cunt. I fucked her throat a few times and went back to my daughter's wet hole, pushing Diane's face back down roughly. "Lick it," I barked angrily, "lick her cunt like you sucked his cock!" I was fucking madly, pounding my pubic bone into my wife's face, bruising her lips, feeling the end of my cock hitting the far end of Susan's wet sheath, surprised that I could feel the sides, knowing that Ron's thick meat had been in there. I was overwhelmed with the passion and the wrongness of fucking my own daughter, and making my wife lick us both, and the inevitability and undeniable urge to do this thing, this wrong, forbidden thing. I felt my balls swell and tighten as I thrust harder and deeper. I heard my wife scream a muffled orgasm into our meshing organs, followed quickly by Susan, and then Ron was bellowing as he filled Diane with his load. It was all I could take, imagining my wife's pussy filled with another man's semen, just as her mouth had been, and I grunted softly as my cock spewed its slimy juice into my daughter's pussy. Car Trouble I pulled out and held Diane's head down, slipping my softening cock into her mouth, and she sucked it clean. I looked up to see Ron had fallen back on his heels, and Susan's hands were on her mother's ass, pulling it down. I slipped my cock out of her mouth and shoved her face into the drooling red hole between Susan's legs. "Lick it up, you slut, suck my cum from her cunt!" I spit. I sat back and watched as mother and daughter sucked their mates cum from each other, faces buried, head shaking back and forth, shoulders hunched. After a few minutes Diane lifted her torso and rolled to the side on her back. Her face was a mess, coated with cum and pussy juice, glistening on her puffy and swollen lips. I leaned over her face as she panted in exhaustion. "You're a dirty slut, Diane, aren't you?" She looked at me, her eyes not wounded, but glazed and proud. "A filthy cock whore," she answered, "a dirty filthy slut who sucks cock and eats pussy." she licked her lips. Her hands slipped between her legs and played with her clit. "And I want more," she added. Things are going to change around here, I thought. In a matter of minutes, my life had turned upside down and inside out. And I had jumped into the maelstrom with both feet. There was no looking back now, no judging, no guilt. The two closest and most important women in my life had stopped being the devoted wife and daughter and become sexual objects to me now. I wondered if I could still relate to them as they were, as I imagined them voluntarily devoting themselves to erotic pleasure. I watched my daughter crawl to her boyfriend and suck his cock clean, fresh from my wife's used pussy. Oh, yes, things had definitely changed. For the better, I thought, as I felt my cock stir back to life. Car Trouble Hunched forward over the steering wheel of her car, peering through the windshield into the seemingly impenetrable darkness, Lisa Hatcher could have kicked herself for choosing to come this way. It was Halloween and she had gone to a party with a bunch of her friends this evening, choosing to stay out a little past her curfew rather than risk losing the hunk she had almost reeled in, but that had earned her a call from her father. The old man had pitched a world class fit just because she was a couple of hours late getting home, practically melting her cell phone with all of his heated griping. To defuse the situation, she had realized that she needed to get home fast before he started thinking about grounding her or something and this road was certainly the quickest way to get home. Unfortunately, it was also a very narrow and poorly maintained strip of asphalt that wound it's way through the dense, almost primeval forest that occupied the edge of town. The woods were a spooky place to be at the best of times, but on a black and moonless night such as this it was almost enough to make her skin crawl. The only light came from her own headlights and it seemed to her that they weren't doing a very good job of cutting through the gloom this evening. With the trees looming up close to both sides of the road giving the appearance of almost solid walls and their branches spreading overhead to create an almost solid roof, it felt like she had plunged into some kind of tunnel deep underground. In a place like this, it was very easy to feel absolutely isolated from the rest of the world even though civilization was only a few miles away. Given that the alternative was a wide and well maintained four lane highway with lots of streetlights that curved it's way around the edge of the woods and added only about an hours worth of travel time, was it any wonder that this little road was deserted save for Lisa? Slowing down to negotiate a hairpin curve, the young woman decided it was time to stop dwelling on how creepy this place was before she freaked herself out. Instead, she focused her attention on her success back at the party. The eighteen year old high school senior had spent most of her evening being mercilessly flattered and hit on at the party by an endless stream of guys who were very interested in getting her out of the fuzzy pink sweater and poodle skirt she had worn as a costume, but none of them had gotten anywhere with her. The idea of a quickie at some party with any old creep just had not appealed to her at all. Instead, her sights had been set on the football team's star running back - a gorgeous young man who was hung like a horse if the rumors flying around were to be believed. She knew that he was between girlfriends at the moment and had known that she could rule the school if she was the one on his arm. She had spun a web around the poor guy that no one could have escaped, reeling him in with all the skill of a natural born man hunter. This was why she couldn't afford to get grounded right now - she had a big date coming up next weekend. So Lisa could never have gotten out of these woods fast enough to suit her, but she ran into some trouble when she got about three fourths of the way through them. One moment the car was cruising along the road without any kind of problem at all and the next the engine was making sputtering, coughing noises and the car started to slow down. Alarmed by this as the last thing she wanted to do was to end up stopped in the depths of this spooky old forest, she pushed down on the accelerator pedal only to hear the engine backfire violently twice before it completely died. The vehicle's forward momentum kept it going for just a little while and it drifted to a slow stop near a gentle curve with two wheels still on the road and the other two on the practically nonexistent dirt shoulder. "Oh, wonderful. This is just perfect." Lisa gave the steering wheel a frustrated and annoyed slap just to make sure the car knew how she felt about this, then tried to restart the engine. She could hear it make a grinding noise but it didn't seem to her that it was even trying to start and so she gave the steering wheel an even harder slap. "Stupid car." She was grateful though that the car still seemed to have electrical power as the headlights still shone brightly into the night outside and the dashboard still glowed a soft green in front of her. Having the lights on would reduce the chance of anyone else who was stupid enough to take this road tonight failing to see the stopped car in time and driving right into her, but she didn't suppose the battery would last for too long and she certainly didn't want to still be stuck out here when it finally died and she had no light at all. When she fished out her cell phone, she was dismayed to see that the little device couldn't find a signal. For whatever reason, the phone couldn't call out of these woods, which meant that she was not going to be able to summon help. She gave the little phone a little of what she had been giving the steering wheel and then stuffed it back into her pocket. Reaching up under the dashboard to give the hood release an unnecessarily hard yank, she climbed out to have a look at the car's engine hoping that the problem would be something obvious that she could take care of herself without any tools or even the slightest idea of how a car's motor worked. Realistically, she knew there was little to no chance of anybody else coming down this road tonight and deciding to stop and rescue her, so if she couldn't get this thing fixed she would have to take a very long and very scary hike to reach a pay phone. Helplessly she stared at the dead engine, bending over the car's fender to get a closer look as it was shrouded in darkness since the headlights were the only available light source. There wasn't anything in there that looked even slightly familiar and she had to face the fact that she wasn't going to be able to fix this on her own. Lisa was so intent on her contemplation of the engine that she didn't notice when a thick fog started to gather around her. It was a low, ground-hugging sort of fog that swirled around her lower legs and seemed to appear out of nowhere for no readily apparent reason. Frowning to herself, Lisa resolved that she was going to learn about cars so that she would never find herself in this position again. She knew that her school offered classes on this sort of thing, but had never before even considered taking one. She was due to take an art class next year, but she was going to do what ever had to be done to change that to car repair. "Hi, there. Having a little car trouble?" The soft, friendly voice suddenly coming from behind her was such a surprise to Lisa that she literally jumped and banged her head on the open hood just above her head. Swearing softly to herself more out of annoyance than any real pain and hoping she hadn't gotten any grease or oil in her hair, she pulled herself out from under the hood and turned hastily to see who it was that had spoken. She was amazed to find a lovely young girl of about her own age or maybe a little older just standing in the road not too far away from her. It was only now that Lisa noticed the low fog swirling slowly around them and it only added to how surreal it seemed for this girl to have suddenly just appeared out of nowhere on this lonely little road in the middle of this deserted forest. The girl seemed to be glowing ever so slightly, but Lisa just naturally assumed that was some weird effect caused by her car's headlights bouncing off something or other. The girl must have been at some Halloween party tonight since, just like Lisa herself, she too was dressed in the style of the fifties with a tight shirt and skirt, but she was also wearing a leather jacket like the one the Fonz wore on that old TV show. Lisa just stared at her for the longest time, hardly able to comprehend that she was really there. Where had this girl come from? How could she possibly have walked up so close on such an absolutely quiet night without Lisa hearing her approach? The answer to that second question was probably something ridiculously obvious like that she had gotten so caught up in trying to puzzle out this motor that she had just been too preoccupied to hear even a semi coming down the road. An answer for that first question was a little harder to come by though and so she decided to just ask. "Where . . ." Lisa was so stunned to see this other girl that her voice came out as an almost incomprehensible croak, so she cleared her throat and tried again. "Where did you come from?" The girl smiled sweetly but gave only the vaguest of answers. "Just back there," she said, seeming to indicate with a vague sweep of her arm the dark woods just beyond where the road made it's curve here. "Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. My name's Amy, by the way." "I'm Lisa," she answered automatically, peering into the woods in vain for any hint of where this girl might have come from. The darkness was completely impenetrable and she realized that a car or motorcycle or something could very easily be hidden in the deep and gloomy shadows among those trees. For that matter, she thought it was probably possible that an entire house or lodge could be just on the other side of those trees without her knowing about it if it didn't have any lights on. She had never heard of any kind of structure at all being built out here in these creepy old woods, but then again she had also never really looked into the matter. "It just so happens that I know a little something about cars, Lisa," the girl continued in the friendliest, most casual way possible. "I'd be happy to lend you a hand, if you'd like." As the shock of the girl's sudden appearance started to wear off, Lisa felt herself relaxing as Amy seemed genuinely friendly and only interested in helping her out of this jam. Considering that Lisa was so desperate to get the car working again so that she could get out of these woods and back home - even if she would have to listen to another of her dad's lectures when she got there - it was really no wonder that she so enthusiastically accepted the other girl's offer of help. With a warm smile on her face, Amy came right over to lean over the opposite fender and stick her head under the hood to have a close look at the motor. Lisa watched as she considered the engine carefully, poking at this and fiddling with that as she tried to figure out what was wrong with it, noticing that the glow the girl seemed to be giving off really illuminated things in there very nicely. She still couldn't imagine exactly how the headlights of the car were causing that effect, but she certainly appreciated it now. "Wow, there's not much in here that looks like what's under the hood of my car," Amy mused thoughtfully as she worked. "They make these things more and more complicated every year, don't they?" Lisa honestly didn't know whether they did or not, but she agreed nonetheless. "Does that mean you won't be able to fix it?" she asked, unable to hide the concern in her voice. There was nothing but confidence in the girl's eyes as she looked up with a grin. "Don't worry, I can handle it," she reassured the anxious Lisa. "No matter how overly complicated they make things these days, it's still the same sorts of parts doing the same sorts of things." She returned her attention to the engine then to continue studying it. "It may take me a little longer than I expected is all." "Oh." While her mysterious benefactor was studying the engine, Lisa found herself studying the girl herself. She was certainly a very attractive young woman with plenty of curves and with her long red hair pulled back into a ponytail. Lisa discovered that not only was the girl's shirt tight enough to prove that she wasn't wearing a bra underneath it, the neckline drooped low enough to give her a nice eyeful of her cleavage. Lisa stifled a little gasp when she saw how obviously Amy's very erect nipples showed through her top. There was a slight but noticeable chill to the air on this October night and she naturally blamed what she was seeing on that, but she just couldn't stop staring at the girl's twin peaks. Even though she considered herself to be wholly heterosexual, Lisa was not blind to the beauty of other women and had certainly wondered what it might be like to go to bed with one, but had certainly never done anything to try to make it happen. Amy was saying something about the engine just then but Lisa was too lost in thought to even notice the girl was speaking. Amy looked up curiously when she received no reply and had to smile broadly when she noticed what had so transfixed the other girl. "So, do you like what you see?" she wondered with a playful chuckle. Lisa may not have heard the rest of what Amy was saying, but as she was still staring fixedly at the other girl's full breasts she somehow managed to hear this question quite clearly. Blushing hotly and looking away quickly, she mumbled something hugely unconvincing about how she was just admiring Amy's outfit. Backing out from under the hood of the car, Amy shrugged off her leather jacket and tossed it casually up onto the roof of the vehicle. She was pleased to see how Lisa's eyes were drawn right back to her as she then stepped around the front of the car to join the other girl - keeping an appropriate distance between them but still managing to get close enough to incite a profound reaction from Lisa's hormones. The strength of her reaction to this young woman came as a surprise to Lisa. Sure, she may have enjoyed scoping out other girls on the sly and she may have had the occasional fantasy of a lesbian experience, but she had never felt a surge of emotions this intense for any female in her entire life. Not even her running back had been able to make her feel anything like this. Something about Amy just seemed hypnotic to her though and she was having a harder and harder time tearing her eyes away from her. Reaching up with one hand to brush a loose strand of that fiery red hair back behind her ear, Amy wrapped her other arm around herself just underneath those firm young breasts. This one-arm hug "inadvertently" caused her bosom to rise ever so slightly and that was more than enough to draw Lisa's attention right back to it with a loud gasp. Amy chuckled again, her eyes sparkling. "You weren't admiring my outfit, were you?" It was clear from her tone that this was more of a statement than a question. Suddenly, her father, her new boyfriend, and everything else was forgotten as the girl started to drift closer and closer to her. Even so, Lisa thought fleetingly about backing away before something awkward happened, but she felt rooted to the spot and could not have moved had her life depended on it. She gave up trying pretty quickly in any case and managed to raise her eyes to meet Amy's gaze only when they were separated by mere inches. Amy's eyes were a deep and vibrant blue and Lisa could feel herself willingly getting more and more lost in them. Amy caught one of Lisa's hands in her own and her smile grew that much bigger when she felt the other girl respond by giving her a firm squeeze as if she had no intention of ever letting go. Amy's other hand rose to brush lightly across Lisa's cheek and the other girl responded by heaving a long, shuddering sigh of pure pleasure, her eyelids fluttering closed as she leaned into the gentle caress. Something brushed across her lips and every single nerve ending in Lisa's entire body fired off simultaneously as a result. Had that been a kiss? For someone accustomed only to the desperate, amateurish fumbling of teenage boys, this seemed far too gentle, way too tender, and much too overwhelmingly sweet to have really been a kiss. Opening her eyes again to find herself now nose to nose with the other girl, it was clear that it could have been nothing but a kiss. The girl remained still though and did nothing more and ever so gradually Lisa started to realize that she was waiting for her - waiting to see if she wanted to continue this exploration any farther or put a stop to it right now before things got out of hand. Doing a quick search of her feelings and desires, Lisa knew that there was no way she was going to be able to break this off now. Lisa leaned in slowly and hesitantly, as if expecting the other girl to suddenly pull back in alarm or disgust and angrily demand to know what the hell she thought she was doing. The girl did nothing of the sort though and remained still, smiling warmly and encouragingly. This was the first time Lisa had ever kissed another woman and it was an uncertain but lingering one that she once more felt all the way from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. Lisa jerked her head back in the aftermath and looked searchingly into Amy's eyes as if waiting for some kind of judgment to be passed. From the expression on the other girl's face it was very obvious that she had enjoyed it just as much as she had though and so Lisa actually sighed in relief. As if on some unseen and unheard signal, both girls moved at the same time to enfold each other in a warm embrace, pulling each other close. They stood there in the middle of the road in the deepest, darkest part of those woods and just embraced each other for the longest time, staring into each other's eyes as if the entire world consisted of just the two of them and this one patch of earth. When the girl's kissed next, it was a longer and more confident one from the both of them. It took only the slightest bit of encouragement from Lisa to get Amy to open her mouth and let their tongues come into play and, as the kiss deepened and grew more and more intense, the two women pulled their bodies together so firmly that they were almost crushing each other. This first real kiss left them both breathless and tingling in it's aftermath and hungry for even more just like it. Kiss after kiss followed, the effects of each stronger and more profound than the last until the girls seemed to almost be propping each other up on weak and wobbly legs. "Oh, my God, yes." The needy whimper had escaped Lisa's lips even before she realized that she was speaking. Amy seemed to have been affected just as strongly and when she opened her mouth to say something was unable to find her voice. She might not have been able to speak right then, but Amy knew that actions could speak louder than any words. Prying herself off the other girl, which was no easy task as they both strongly resisted the separation, Amy hastily pulled off her top and dropped it carelessly into the fog that still swirled around their feet. Lisa was allowed all the time she liked to just stare in awestruck fascination at the other girl's firm, jutting breasts as they were revealed to her. They were not the giant sort of tits that made most of the boys drool, but they were the absolutely perfect size and shape to compliment Amy's frame and Lisa immediately judged them to be on a par with the most priceless works of art. She was amazed to see that the glow that had surrounded Amy ever since she first appeared did not die as her clothes came off but actually seemed to be growing stronger. Almost instinctively, Lisa started to reach out for those exquisite breasts only to stop and draw her hands back again just as her fingertips were about to graze the other girl's tender flesh. Amy seemed a little surprised and upset when her new friend suddenly retreated at the last minute like that, but was consoled when she saw why she had done it. Lisa hurried to remove her fuzzy pink sweater, then the thin blouse she had worn beneath it, and finally the bra she had been wearing beneath that. All these articles of clothing ended up in a pile in the road with Amy's shirt. Car Trouble Whenever she had undressed like this for a man, she had never doubted for a moment that they would like what they saw, but Lisa actually did feel a little nervous about how Amy would react. She needn't have worried though as there was no way anybody could misinterpret the expression on the girl's face as she took her time about soaking in the vision of the topless Lisa. Without another moment of delay, the two girls launched themselves at each other forcefully, throwing themselves into each other's arms and kissing each other firmly again. There was an unbridled intensity to their desire for each other that Lisa could not possibly have anticipated for the simple reason that she had never felt anything like it before. As far as she was concerned, it was like their very souls were merging and she was finding the whole experience absolutely intoxicating. The two girls then made their way over to the car, but since they held onto each other tightly the whole time it had to be made in an awkward shuffle. They did separate then however and Lisa leaned back heavily against the vehicle as Amy slowly and steadily kissed her way down her body towards her bosom. Lisa couldn't help but cry out loudly as the other girl took one of her pert breasts firmly in each hand and started to suck and nibble at the fat nipples. Once again, Lisa's legs suddenly seemed to be unable to support her weight and she feared that she might slide down the side of the car and land with a very solid thump right on her ass, but somehow she managed to stay upright as Amy continued her onslaught. Gasping and moaning excitedly as her breasts were very thoroughly worshiped, shivers of pure ecstasy racing violently up and down her spine, Lisa couldn't help but marvel at just how wonderful this felt. She found herself wondering if maybe she had been passing up the best sex in all the world by not going after any of those women who had caught her eye before. With both hands, she held tightly onto Amy's head and just let her do whatever she wanted for as long as she wanted, loving every moment of it. It felt far too good to even think about asking her to stop, after all When she finally released Lisa's breasts and started kissing her way back up her chest, pausing briefly to nibble on her collar bone before ending up at her neck, Amy let her hands slide slowly down the girl's ribs to her hips. Whimpering and moaning in delirious happiness as her new lover marked her territory with a hickey or two, Lisa just kept holding onto Amy and letting her do anything she wanted.. When Amy was finally satisfied with her work and drew back with a happy grin, she had to wait for a long moment as the other girl fought to catch her breath, to build her strength back up a little, and of course to regain her footing. The look Lisa gave her was almost one of awe that she had managed to make her feel like that seemingly with so little effort and Amy couldn't help but bask in it just a little. Once the happy buzz she was feeling had receded enough to let her be aware of the real world around her once more, Lisa grabbed the other girl, kissed her soundly, and then reversed their positions so that it was Amy who was leaning back against the car and Lisa who was administering the workout. Lisa was absolutely determined to give this girl back every last ounce of the pleasure that she herself had just been given and Amy certainly moaned and writhed as if she really were feeling every bit of it, but Lisa didn't doubt for a moment that her inexperience was showing and that she was not doing nearly so good a job as the other girl had. In the end, Lisa did things in the reverse order to how Amy had in that she spent a good deal of time working on the girl's neck and shoulders, then made her way on down to the heaving breasts. Lisa threw in every little trick she could think of to make this as good as possible for Amy - things she liked to have her guys do to her and things she had always wished her guys would do to her - but she still couldn't quite make herself believe that she was doing it right. All of this self-doubt was very unusual for so supremely confident a girl as Lisa Hatcher had always been. Guys had always been so easy for her to please that she had never had any questions about her skills in that regard, but sexually satisfying another girl was entirely unknown territory for her. At that moment, blissfully lost in Amy's embrace, Lisa would have done anything to make sure she would be able to do this with her a whole lot more in the future. Her fears and concerns were not entirely banished, but her self-confidence got a major shot in the arm when Amy suddenly shrieked at the top of her lungs as she endured what must have been a major climax. Lisa backed off so that she could watch the girl come, thrilled that she had been able to give her so much pleasure even without either of them yet venturing to those far more intimate places below the waist. When Amy had recovered enough to be able to meet the other girl's gaze steadily again, her eyes were dancing. "You don't have too worry," she murmured breathlessly, leaning in to steal a quick smooch. "You're the best I've ever been with." Lisa was startled that the other girl was so aware of the fears she'd had about her performance. "How did you know I was . . ." "It was written all over your face," Amy interrupted perhaps a little too quickly, putting a quick end to any further discussion by kissing the other girl again and changing the subject. It was at Amy's direction that the two girls finally removed their skirts and panties and then sat down right there in the street facing each other. It was true that this little road did not see much traffic in any case, but neither of them gave any thought to the possibility that a car might come by, not see them in time, and run them over as they continued making love and were utterly oblivious to their surroundings. The fog that was still clinging so tenaciously to the ground was damp and just a little cold as it swirled around the young couple, the asphalt surface of the road was rough and scratched their legs and butts, but any discomfort they may have felt was soon forgotten as they eagerly scissored their legs together. Lisa smiled at the other girl as they scooted closer to each other, no longer questioning the source of the odd glow that enveloped her but enjoying the way it seemed to shimmer and flow around Amy, accentuating her beauty. Staring deeply and lovingly into each other's eyes, the girls pushed their steaming and swampy twats firmly together. This joining of their most intimate parts sent a jolt through them both that was even more severe and overpowering than anything they had done to each other before and left them both gasping and moaning and wanting more. With that, Amy and Lisa were lost in a wild delirium of absolute ecstasy as their pussys were ground hard one against the other, their bodies undulating and writhing sensuously, and their hands freely wandering. Had a car come down the road at that point, it was highly doubtful that either of them would have noticed even if it actually ran them over! They were soon bathed in sweat and their muscles started to ache as they continued to work against each other in such an awkward position on such an unyielding and uncomfortable surface, but neither girl ever thought about pausing for a breather much less actually stopping. The heat and pressure built up fast within their two rubbing and grinding cunts and some small part of Lisa's very distracted mind started to wonder if their flesh was going to melt together and leave them joined forever. Somehow, the idea of spending the rest of her life connected to Amy like that did not seem so terrible, either. It was Amy who started to come first with a piercing, almost banshee-like scream that must have been heard for miles around. This only provoked Lisa into trying to outdo her and she too endured the kind of huge orgasm tellers of erotic tales are always writing about. A few extra bumps from Amy turned it into a lengthy and mind-blowing multiple orgasm that left Lisa weak and gasping for breath as she flopped over onto her back and let her eyes close for just a moment. "That was absolutely incredible," Lisa breathed in a voice made rough from all that moaning and screaming. "I never knew it could be like that." She opened her eyes then and got the shock of her life. No longer was she lying in the middle of the road with her naked body intertwined with that of another girl. Instead, she was fully dressed and once again sitting behind the wheel of the car. The vehicle was still parked on the side of the road with it's hood raised, but the engine was now running smoothly and steadily just like it had been before she ever entered these woods. Alarmed and disoriented by this sudden change, Lisa jerked around quickly looking for Amy but saw nothing but the dark and gloomy woods surrounding the car. The other girl seemed to have vanished as if she had never existed, taking all traces of that weird fog with her, but the happy throbbing between her legs was enough to reassure Lisa that she had not just imagined meeting that mysterious girl and having the best sex of her entire life. Had she blacked out or something without even noticing? Could Amy have picked her up from the ground, dressed her, and put her back into the driver's seat? Had she then finished fixing the engine while Lisa dozed behind the wheel, only to then leave for some reason? It was all possible, Lisa supposed, but she just didn't buy it. Climbing out of the car, she faced the woods in the direction Amy seemed to have said she had come from, cupped her hands around her mouth, and called out to her desperately. She wanted to see the other girl again, wanted to beg to see her again, but there was absolutely no response, which worried Lisa just a bit. With Amy gone, the forest once more seemed the cold, lonely, frightening place that she had been hoping to get out of as soon as possible. Amy might have been standing just a few feet away among the trees and Lisa would never have been able to see her for all of the deep and cloaking shadows. She couldn't imagine why the girl would have so abruptly taken off like that but didn't dare venture into the woods to find her for fear of getting lost. Besides, she was also very late in getting back home and this wild interlude on a secluded road had only made her that much later. She glanced down at the glowing face of her wrist watch to see how late she was now and was amazed to see that she seemed to have been there only a minute or two. With things getting weirder and weirder by the moment, Lisa turned back to the car and stopped dead in her tracks. Right there on the vehicle's roof, right where Amy had so casually put it, was the girl's leather jacket. Dashing across to it, she gathered it up in her arms happily, wondering if it had been left on purpose so that Amy would have an innocent excuse to get in touch with her again. Amy's scent still lingered on the jacket and it was intoxicating to her. Unable to resist, Lisa slipped on the jacket and hugged herself tightly as she savored the way the wonderfully soft leather wrapped around her. A quick search of the pockets showed them to be disappointingly empty - she had been hoping to find some evidence that would tell her where to find the other girl. She and Amy didn't even know each other's last names and she couldn't remember seeing her at school or at any of the local hot spots before, but then again Lisa had never made a point of keeping an eye out for hot women before and so she supposed it was very possible that she had simply missed her. You could bet she was going to be keeping a very sharp eye out for Amy from now on though and she was even going to ask all of her friends if any of them knew her. There was no way she was going to let what had happened on this little road be a once in a lifetime occurrence. She slammed the hood of the car shut once more and then turned to take one more long look at the woods, hoping and praying that she would see Amy come walking back to her. Disappointingly and perhaps a little disturbingly, it did not happen and she finally had to give up, climb back into her car and drive off. It didn't take her any time at all to reach the far side of the woods from where she had been stopped and Lisa was a little startled to realize that she had been so close to the end of the forest. She had assumed that it would be quite a long hike to get help when the car first died out there in the woods, but it was obvious that it wouldn't have taken her anywhere near as long as she had feared. When she remembered that she hadn't seen any tools on Amy and that she had seen everything there was to see about that girl so she would certainly have known if she had any, Lisa began to worry that she had only been able to hastily jury-rig some solution to whatever had been the problem. Rather than risk having the car die on her again, she pulled into the parking lot of a small roadside diner so that she could call home and get her father to come out with his tool box to have a look at the car and make sure everything was all right. She was pleased to find that her cell phone was working again and so she telephoned home to let her Dad know that the car was acting up and that she needed him to come out and have a look at it, carefully omitting any mention of Amy or what had happened in those woods. Once he'd promised to meet her at the diner, she decided to go inside and get something warm to drink while she waited for him. Pulling Amy's leather jacket a little tighter around herself against the deepening chill of this fall evening, she got back out of the car and walked inside. As she walked into the diner, blinking her eyes at the sudden glare of light after being outside in the darkness for so long, Lisa was a little dismayed to see that there was a withered old man down at the end of the counter who seemed to be paying a lot of attention to her. She sighed wearily to herself. It was not especially unusual for Lisa to attract the attention of men of all ages, but the last thing she wanted to do right after experiencing the most wonderful event of her entire life was to have to endure the unwanted advances of some drooling, senile old pervert looking to get into some cute young girl's tight little pussy. Determined to avoid meeting the old man's eyes for fear of encouraging hm to come over and start hitting on her, she made her way to the far end of the counter to sit down and order her drink. The diner may not have been packed with people tonight, she noted with a sense of relief, but there were enough about to reassure her that the old man probably wouldn't do anything stupid like try to force himself on her. Even so, Lisa decided to stay inside the well-lit diner and among other people until her father got there. Feeling a bit more confident now that she had gotten all that figured out, Lisa was able to relax on her stool and sip her drink. She was too wound up after what happened to her out there in the woods to think about anything else for too long and soon enough Lisa's thoughts had drifted back to Amy. She got so lost in thought in fact that she didn't even notice when that creepy old man got to his feet and made his way over to her slowly, leaning on a cane and fishing for something inside his coat with one hand. It was not until he was standing at her elbow that Lisa suddenly realized with a start that she was not alone anymore. She jerked around in alarm, kicking herself for allowing herself to become so lost in thought that the old man was able to get so close, Lisa gave him a wild, wide-eyed look. Slowly, she realized that he was holding something up for her to see and she focused on the small wallet-sized photograph he had brought out of his pocket. Lisa gasped in shock at what she saw. It may have been small and in black and white, but it was without question a picture of Amy! The old man chuckled when he saw she reacted to the photograph, taking the stool next to her without waiting for an invitation. "Yes, it's been a long time since I saw it, but I thought I recognized that jacket." Without even realizing that she was doing it, Lisa clutched the leather jacket with both hands as if she were afraid that it might be taken away from her by this strange man who seemed to know her new lover. The old man was still making her nervous, but she could hardly ignore a chance to find out more about the girl who had rocked her world so thoroughly just now. "Oh, you know her?" She was interrupted by cackling laughter from the man. "Do I know Amy Gibbs? Well of course I did, my dear." He placed the picture on the counter in front of her and noted with a smile how her eyes followed it and then stayed focused on the smiling face in the photo. "I knew her very well. She was my sister, after all. My name is Cal, by the way. Cal Gibbs." Lisa couldn't help but wonder why this geezer was using the past tense to talk about Amy. Wasn't she still a part of his family? If not, did that mean they had disowned her or something? She was having a hard enough time wrapping her head around all of this when things got even more confusing for her. Was she imagining things or had this ancient fossil just said that a teenaged girl like Amy was his sister? She didn't want to even think about how old Amy's mother must be if this guy was telling the truth. She wrenched her eyes away from the lovely face in the photo to give the man a doubtful look. The man didn't need to be told what was going through her mind and so he just smiled and told her, "Young lady, Amy has been dead since 1958. She was driving home down that narrow road through the woods and apparently she was going way too fast. The terrible irony is that she must have successfully negotiated all of those hairpin turns only to lose control on one of the easiest and most gentle curves out there. In any case, her car slid off the road sideways and hit a tree right where she was sitting. Thankfully, she must have died instantly - I'm not sure if I could have handled the thought of her trapped in the twisted wreckage of her car and slowly bleeding to death all alone in the night. "Anyway, starting the very next year, people started glimpsing something strange out there in the forest that always seemed to appear around the anniversary of Amy's death. I didn't think much of the idea that my sister's spirit might be roaming around out there somewhere and I seem to recall punching out the first guy I heard suggest that possibility, but I finally had to accept that it was the only explanation for what people were seeing. It's a little disturbing to know Amy is out there haunting the woods instead of up in heaven, but I just don't know what, if anything, I can do to help her. "Most people who claim to have seen her say that she was just a glowing figure standing in some kind of weird fog on the side of the road near where she was killed. She's just something strange that they glimpse while driving down that old road. A couple of people who were out camping in those woods once claimed to have spoken to her, but as far as I know that's the only time anyone has ever interacted with her in any way. When I was younger, I would go out there to see if I could find her but she never put in an appearance. I wonder sometimes if she's still holding a bit of a grudge from the time we both fell for the same girl. Did I mention that Amy was a lesbian? "Somehow, the people who do see her always seem to end up here. I guess after seeing something as strange as a ghost, they want to go somewhere normal and be surrounded by people and this diner is the very first place like that you come across after leaving the woods. I come here every year to wait and see who Amy showed herself to next and to try to get them to tell me their story. Car Trouble "This year, I guess that would be you!" Lisa just sat there and stared incredulously at the man as the told his tale. She wasn't buying this for a moment. How could Amy possibly be dead? Assuming for the sake of argument that she believed for even a moment in ghosts, nothing that could walk through walls could be solid and she could clearly remember how firm and intact the girl's body had felt as she ran her hands over every inch of it. She also remembered the heat Amy's body had generated as they had sex and couldn't quite reconcile that with a cold corpse. She couldn't imagine why this weirdo might want to play such a sick practical joke on her, but she could feel her anger rising and her hands clenching into fists. She was just about to rise from her stool and teach this guy a lesson he would never forget when something suddenly popped into her mind. She could remember asking Amy where she had come from and that the girl had just seemed to point behind her vaguely and say she had come from "back there." Could Amy have actually been pointing out the spot where she had lost her life, where her spirit had been brutally torn from her body in a senseless automobile accident? Lisa didn't want to believe that this old man could possibly be telling the truth, but something deep inside her was trying to tell her that maybe he was. She thought back to when Amy had looked under the hood of her car and said that the engine was a lot more complicated than the ones she was familiar with. Could the engine's Amy was familiar with have been built way back in the fifties? The old man had mentioned that most people saw a strange fog when Amy appeared and that she seemed to be glowing and Lisa could certainly remember seeing both of those things happen tonight. There was also the little matter of how she had been naked and lying in the middle of the road and a mere eye blink later was fully dressed and sitting behind the wheel of her car, not to mention how that entire interlude between the two girls had apparently only taken a few seconds from beginning to end! No, she told herself firmly. She was not going to believe that anything that this man was saying might possibly be true. Lisa looked up and into deep and still vibrantly blue eyes that were so much like Amy's, eyes that held nothing but compassion and sincerity, and she somehow knew in that shattering instant that everything he was saying was absolutely true. The girl she had just had such fantastic sex with out in the heart of the woods had been the ghost of a girl who died about half a century ago. All the fight left Lisa in a rush and she sagged weakly against the counter. Cal just sat there and waited for a few long moments as he watched this pretty young girl tried to cope with everything she had just learned. He couldn't be absolutely sure what had happened between this young lady and his sister's shade, but he could make a couple of educated guesses. Amy had always been a bit of a tomboy, just as interested in cars and sports as any of the boys around her. To the great regret of all of those boys who so desperately wanted to date her anyway, she also shared the young men's interest in girls! In fact, Amy had always had a thing for blondes and here was a blonde teenaged girl wearing the old leather jacket Amy had been buried with. Knowing all of that, it didn't take a rocket scientist to guess that Amy had somehow managed to stop this girl's car and have her wicked way with her. Considering that the most contact anyone else had ever had with her before was to share a few words, he was dying to hear whatever this young lady was prepared to tell him about what had happened between her and Amy tonight. In a small, frail voice, Lisa looked deeply into the man's eyes and begged, "Would you please tell me all about Amy?" Car Trouble I trudged down the snowy trail and saw her waiting for me. My pride and joy stood before me, beckoning me towards it with its' seductive air of elegance as well as grace. She was a sleek black Enzo Ferrari and she was simply beautiful. She had a 12 cylinder mid-engine berlinetta and was built using Formula One technology, such as carbon-fibre body, F1-style electrohydraulic shift transmission and carbon fibre-reinforced silicon carbide ceramic composite disc brakes. There were also other technologies that were not allowed in F1 racing but was a part of her system, such as active aerodynamics and traction control. It can reach 300km/h and it was one helluva car, truly. The Enzo's V12 engine was the first of a new generation for Ferrari. It had dark tinted windows, giving it a very deadly yet alluring look. I trailed my black leather gloved hand against her side as I whispered, "Hello, beautiful." I slid into the car and immediately, the smell of the leathery interior wafted towards my nose, caressing it enticingly as I took a deep breath of it. I inserted the key into the ignition and twisted. The engine purred and revved into the cold winter night, such music to my ears that Mozart himself would have envied, I thought as I felt the smile on my face grow wider. I zoomed off into the night. I loved taking long drives in the middle of the night. Sometimes, I used it as a means to ease the tension and relief the stress that I had in my mind, putting out all the problems I had before me as I thought of solutions in solving them. On other occasions, just like that night, it was just simply to have a long drive. I stared out of the car window and admired the winter landscape. The Moon had risen out of the horizon slowly like a majestic sea creature resurfacing for air before nestling on Her throne in the Heavens with the stars by Her side. They twinkled brightly around Her, as though doing a spectacular dance for Her and everyone on Earth as She shone her bluish-white glow onto Earth. However, the pristine gleam was closed off by thick winter clouds, dulling it to a monotonic grey, while a thick blanket of snow covered everything else in icy blue and pure white, turning my blurry surroundings into a frozen winter wonderland while the glossy black Enzo Ferrari raced through it. I stepped on the accelerator and the engine purred lazily as I sped faster. All of a sudden, the car coughed and it jerked violently forward before slowly stopping. Shit. I twisted the key repeatedly. "Come on, baby, don't die on me," I begged as panic set in within me. It finally occurred to me that I was all alone in the middle of unfamiliar winter territory. I knew I was in trouble when all I got from twisting the key in the ignition, my desperate attempt at reviving her, was just fits of sputtering. Damn it, I cursed silently. I opened the door and slid out of the car, the frigid winter air punched me in the face as though I had been splashed by a bucket of cold water from the Arctic. My breaths came out in regular puffs of white in the air before vanishing before my eyes, and somehow, I felt more alone than ever. I checked everything under the hood of the car but could not find anything wrong with it, even my tank was still full according to the meter on the dashboard. Hmm... I pulled out my cell phone. Maybe Zul might help, I figured, and just thinking about him brought a wave washing over me like how a constructive wave crashed onto the shore, bringing with it the rich sediments and silt just like how comfort washed over me. But that comfort was dashed, like how glass was smashed to a million smithereens against a hard rock, as I received no signal. Shit. I could feel my heart race wildly in my ear as though fulfilling a lifetime's worth of beats. I could feel my breathing change from its' light regular rhythm to one that was hard and rapid as more white puffs appeared before me. Damn you, adrenaline, I cursed silently. Everything was silent around me, there was no traffic noise, no loud music from any bar, nothing at all. There was a slight breeze that tickled my cheeks but that too disappeared quickly. Okay, I told myself, I must not panic. Panic was the only enemy here, right? Right. But no matter how hard I forced myself to believe the lie, I knew that there were other things, or rather people, lurking out there. I stood there, waiting for somebody who happened to take a stroll on the road and might help me, as the clouds rolled in, cutting off the Moon's light, darkening my surroundings. Yeah, what were the chances of that happening? I shivered, and could not decide whether it was due to cold or fear. I figured it was cold because I could have sworn that the temperature was ten degrees higher earlier. Suddenly, I jumped as I heard the crunch of snow and ice underfoot. The noise was so loud and sudden in the silence that it sounded like an explosion in my ears. I looked around, my heart beating louder as though it would burst out of my chest, and found the source. I saw a man walking and reassurance washed over me. I was saved. I waved at the man, signalling him towards me as he walked with the rhythmic bouncing gait of an athlete. By then, we were in total darkness and I could barely make out any features of my savior, or so I thought. "Hey, man! Thanks for helping!" I began. He remained silent. "I couldn't get my car started and I don't know why..." I continued but I trailed off when he took a menacing step towards me. I gulped. Alarm bells rang in my mind as my muscles screamed for me to take flight but it was as though I was frozen solid to where I was standing. I snapped out of my daze and burst out running down the road, but he was tremendously faster than I was. Within seconds, he had tackled me to the snowy ground as we landed in a crumpled heap. I pushed him off me and burst off sprinting again. However, I did not realize that he had a vice like grip on my ankle and he pulled me, sending me crashing back towards the ground. The impact knocked me into a daze and I saw stars everywhere. The next thing I knew, he was sitting on my chest, pinning my elbows down with his knees. I struggled under him but he leaned more of his weight over me, pushing me down into the snow. He clamped something over the lower portion of my face and the last thing I remembered was succumbing to the tendrils of Darkness as I inhaled the sweet smell of chloroform. The next time I woke up, I could feel a throbbing headache coming along, pounding away in my mind like some incessant jackhammer drilling away on concrete. My vision blurred and my head was spinning as sporadic bursts of stars as well as bright lights flashed before my eyes. I shook the dizziness away and slowly regained my vision. I realized I was kneeling on the floor in between two tall wooden posts. My arms were held out, as though I was being crucified, and my wrists were bound securely with rope to each of the wooden posts. I tried to stand up, but once I heard the clink of metal, I realized that my ankles were bound together by a pair of handcuffs. There was a rectangular wooden table set up against a wall and I could see a neat pile of clothes on it. I blinked once and I realized that they were my clothes! I could see my blue graphic shirt, my black jeans, my black leather jacket and at the top of the pile was my black leather gloves. I looked down and I realized that I was left in my black Calvin Klein boxers as well as my black combat boots. This does not look good at all. What had happened? Memory dawned upon me like how the fiery golden orb of the Sun rose out of the horizon, bringing me comprehension as I remembered clearly what had happened. Oh, right. Suddenly, the door opened and he stood at the doorway. Instantly, I felt my blood turn to ice as I stared at my captor. He was wearing a soft black turtleneck that subtly hinted at the body he had underneath and a pair of black baggy jeans that managed to delicately outline his muscular legs. He was wearing a pair of black leather gloves as well as a pair of black combat boots. I would have been able to see his face if he was not wearing a black ski mask and where his eyes were, sat a pair of black mirrored wraparound sunglasses, masking him in a shroud of anonymity that exuded an immense amount of power as he walked in with the rhythmic bouncing gait of an athlete that I had seen earlier. Somehow, his entire being stirred something within me and I could feel my boxers growing tighter at certain areas. I squirmed around, trying to hide my cock that was increasingly getting harder and forming an obvious bulge, but it was no use, my bonds were just too secure. He walked over to the table, reached to the back of his jeans and took out a deadly Desert Eagle from the waistband. He reached down into his right combat boot and took out a six-inch hunting knife. I gulped. Any of those could easily kill me as scenarios of all the things he could do to me flashed before my mind, like a bad rerun on television, and most of them ended with me exploding in a crimson mist of blood, bone as well as brain matter. He placed them on the table, beside my pile of clothes and knelt down beside me as I cowered away. I could hear his light regular breathing and could feel him analyzing me, taking in every single detail as he committed them to memory. I averted my eyes away, feeling my breathing grow hard and rapid at the close proximity between us. Then, he grabbed me by the chin, softly but firm enough to remind me where the power laid, and pulled my face towards his. I tried to decipher the eyes behind those black mirrored wraparound sunglasses, trying to find a piece of him, but all I got was just my own reflection staring helplessly back at me in them. He lightly slapped my face and it pulled me out of my stupor. I did not see it coming. It was swift and hard. He backhanded me and I could feel my cheek turning red as pinpricks of pain exploded onto my skin from the sting of it. I let out a wince, but he did not stop there. He slapped me repeatedly, going faster and harder with every slap he landed on both cheeks. I could feel them turning a bright scarlet as they stung from his blows. As quick as it came, it stopped. He just knelt there, staring at me as my breaths came in raggedly from the torment. I could feel the coppery taste of blood in my mouth from when I had cut my lip with my teeth in one of his blows. I sucked on it, trying to take my mind of things. He raised his hand again, fast and swift, as I cowered away from another blow, my heart beating loudly in my ears as I waited in agonizing anticipation. But, there was nothing. He merely brought his hand close to my face before running the back of his black leather gloved hand down the side of my face, letting the smooth texture of his black leather glove slide gracefully against my stinging rough weather beaten skin as I shivered with desire. I could smell the erotic scent of leather from his gloves and could imagine it caressing my nose, sending it as well as my entire being to ecstasy that surpassed the seven layers of Heaven itself. He traced my sharp high cheekbones with a black leather gloved finger and I could not help but let the soft moan escape my lips as I felt my cock grow rock hard, being more erect than it was ever before. All of a sudden, a blazing lecherous tongue of fire licked up my entire being as he ran a black leather gloved finger down the length of the vertical line dividing my abdominal muscles. I felt myself bowing to him, submitting myself to his command, as he trailed his finger slowly down my torso. I could feel my eyes rolling up in euphoria as I moaned with delight. I gasped out from the intimacy and stared at him. Who was he? What did he want? He looked down towards my groin and I could see my cock, all eight inches of it, pressed against my black Calvin Klein boxers. Within a short span of time, this masked stranger had taken me through worlds of pain and pleasure, getting my hard cock more erect than it was ever before. I could even see a small wet spot of my precum on it and I knew he did too, because he reached for it with his black leather gloved hand. He grabbed the hem of my black Calvin Klein boxers and slowly slid it down, letting the soft cotton play across the contours of my skin as my cock was released like a wild animal from its' cage, all eight inches standing proudly before me. He grabbed it in his black leather gloved hand before stroking it sensually, letting the leather of his glove as well as the skin of my cock merge into a single entity that made me gasp and moan in pleasure repeatedly. He slowly increased his pace and before long, both my cock as well as his glove gleamed with my precum. I felt it building up within me, a warm sensation that slowly spread through my system like a dragon slowly unfurling its' wings in all of its' majestic glory. I gasped out, "I'm about..." He immediately stopped stroking, leaving my cock throbbing with the thirst of an orgasm. He stood up and I heard the creak of his black combat boots, shattering the still silence of the room. It was such music to my ears and it just fuelled the lewd fire within me as I watched him retrieve something from the table before walking away, heading towards my back. I did not see it, but I recognized the sound of it. All at once, the still silence was broken by the terrifying crack of a whip. I gulped. I closed my eyes, awaiting in anguish for my torture to begin. I heard him swing the whip in the air once, cracking it in the air, giving me a sense of what was to come, before it came for me, swift and fast. I felt a blazing inferno of agony set my whole back on fire as I arched my back, feeling the tongue of flame brush against my skin as I felt it tear. I screamed out in agony, pulling against my bonds, a desperate attempt at freeing myself, but the scream just empowered his rhythm as he got faster and harder, tearing my back to shreds within minutes. I could feel my skin tearing apart with every blow he made. I could feel a sticky substance running down my back, stinging my wounds and I realized it was my own blood. I felt the whip lash through my back, breaking through layers of skin, releasing more blood as it dribbled along my back. I could feel tears welling up in my eyes, threatening to spill down onto my cheeks like an overflowing dam. But, no. I knew better than to show my captor any signs of weaknesses. I screamed my way through it, blow after blow he landed. It went on for what seemed like eternity. As fast as it came, it stopped. I was breathing hard from the anguish as I watched him walk calmly towards me. I saw him caressing the whip lovingly. It was stained a bright crimson and I looked away, pushing away the image of my shredded back in my mind's eye. He placed the bloodied whip onto the table and stood before me. For a moment, we just stared at each other. Even though he was masked, I could tell that his face was cold and expressionless. I could feel his inner satisfaction and it made me sick. He roughly grabbed me by the hair with the black leather gloved hand he had used earlier to stroke me, shoving my face towards his groin. He held me in place and I realized he was not going to undo himself, that was left for me to do. Forgive me, Zul, I told myself, for I needed to do this to survive. I unbuttoned his jeans and pulled the zipper down with my teeth before pulling the hem of his black Armani boxers down, liberating his hard erect cock like a lazy panther stretching out in the warm caress of the Sun. It was impressive, a grand length of ten inches and it was dripping with his own precum. As I watched the tiny streams of his gold dribble down the length of his shaft, I felt my mouth salivate with an insatiable hunger. It was as if all my misery was forgotten as my inner Asmodeus, my inner lust demon, took over my entire being. I wanted him. I wanted him within me. I wanted him badly. I gladly took the entire length into my mouth, feeling the tip touch the back of my throat as I fought my natural gag reflex. Surprisingly, he pushed himself deeper into me and I could feel the tip sliding down into my throat, inducing a soft gag from me which I stifled discreetly. That was amazing. I slowly wrapped my tongue along the length of his shaft, letting the soft mass that was my tongue send him tingles of zest before sucking on it eagerly, licking up his deliciously sweet gold as I heard his light regular breathing change to passionate sighs and gasps. He grabbed my hair tightly in his black leather gloved hands as I slid in and out of him while he thrusted himself into me. I licked ardently, not wasting a single drop of his gold which made me crave for the greatness of his white gold, making me even more keen at wanting him. His cock gleamed with my saliva as he slid himself out. Before he got too far away, I stretched out my neck and sucked on his balls, inhaling his musky scent as my soft slippery tongue slid gracefully around his manhood, caressing every nook and cranny. It was amazing, feeling a part of him within me, letting my tongue cuddle against his balls as they tingled with joy. Oh, what do you have in store for me, I asked silently. I let his balls slid out of my lips with a pop and I stared at him seductively as I bit my lower lip. I could feel my lips swell up after all the sucking and licking, but I did not care, I wanted to conquer him so badly. He leaned down, our faces inches from each other, and I longed to see his face. We were both breathing hard from the intimacy that we had built up within a short time and the sound of it just made my body rock with concupiscence. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back, exposing my neck before nuzzling his masked face into it. I kicked my heels with delight at the feel of his soft black ski mask nuzzling against my neck as I let out a long moan. I could feel him kissing my neck through his mask and I yearned to feel those lips upon me. When will that time come? He stood up, stroking his cock in his black leather gloved hand and I could feel my tongue lick my lips. Come on, I want that white gold, I anticipated hungrily. Looking back, I realized I was foolish for hoping at such a thing. I felt a thin stream of water trickle onto my exposed body, jarring me out of my fantasy as the smell of ammonia filled my nostrils. "Hey, what the hell, man?" I protested as I cowered away from the river of warm amber yellow streaming out of his cock and onto me, but no matter how much I moved, my entire body was exposed to his stream, bathing me in his bodily fluid. He took a step closer towards me and I felt the warm yellow stream splashing onto my face, dribbling into my mouth which I hurriedly spat out. I felt the stream run across my hair as the smell enveloped me like a thick blanket. The bitter taste of ammonia was horrible in my mouth after the sweet taste of his gold. The warm yellow stream showered me from head to toe, leaving my exposed skin gleaming with his urine as he looked at me with contentment. He zipped himself up and stared at me through his black mirrored wraparound sunglasses. "Bastard," I cursed acidly. Without warning, I felt a blast of anguish as he landed a vicious blow to my gut. I screamed out in pain and saw him walking away through my fluttering eyelids before passing out. The next time I woke up, I realized I was lying on something soft. Was I in my bed at home with Zul? Zul... God, just thinking about what I had done earlier made me cringe, but I had no choice, right? Right. I wanted to see him again, and I did what I did to do so. I wanted to be at home, in bed with Zul's strong arms around me, providing me with a layer of comfort and security that I was longing for. I wanted to hear his light regular breathing, feeling his warm breath caressing my ear as he slept soundly. I wanted my Zul, and I hoped I would see him soon. Car Trouble I opened my eyes, my vision spun and blurred as they slowly regained themselves. I realized I was lying naked on my stomach on a mattress in the same room as before. My arms were bound together to the sides of my chest and I could feel the rope digging into my chest. My wrists were bound together and they sat snugly over my waist and I could feel my ankles bound similarly. Surprisingly, my entire body was bandaged roughly, a hasty attempt at trying to stanch my wounds from bleeding, but I could see spots of crimson on the white bandage at areas where the wounds were not treated carefully. The smell of ammonia was no longer in the room, even I had no lingering scent of it. My hair was wet but it did not reek of the ammonia. I could feel my face frown in bewilderment. My captor had showered me and bandaged my wounds? But why? Questions buzzed around my mind, begging me to answer them but how could I when I myself had no answer to them? The door opened and my masked captor stood before me, naked. My God, he was beautiful. He had skin the color of warm caramel and it was flawless, there was neither a hint nor a blemish of imperfection. He had large pectoral muscles on his chest, but it was really his abdominal muscles that stole the show, they were beautifully cut and majestically ripped as they gleamed with his natural oils. He had huge arm muscles that looked like the size of baseballs, boasting of the immense power he had in them. He had magnificent leg muscles that looked so succulent as they rippled while he walked in with the rhythmic bouncing gait of an athlete. Surely, it made everyone, guy and girl, drool. His cock was hard and erect, all ten inches of it stood proudly before him. I swallowed. Truly, he was one of God's finest gifts to mankind and it was humbling to be in his presence. It was an honor to bask in his air of confidence that radiated from his very core. He was still wearing his black leather gloves as well as his black combat boots. He sat beside me, staring at me as silence lapsed between us. I sighed, I knew what he wanted. Well, I should get it over and done with quickly. I took a deep breath and lay on the mattress, my butt completely exposed to him as I waited for it to begin. I felt him shift about on the mattress. All of a sudden, I felt an explosion of throes washed over me as he slid himself into me in one fluid motion. I let out a scream of agony but it was quickly stifled by a clamp of his black leather gloved hand over my mouth. I could feel my sphincter muscles stretch to their fullest to accommodate him as I struggled in protest. I was breathing hard from the torment, and it helped, because with every breath I took, I could inhale the erotic smell of leather from his gloves, driving me wild with lechery as I melted into him. He started off with slow strokes, gradually letting me grow accustomed to him. He drove himself deep into me, probing me in every way possible, not overlooking any nook and cranny as he excavated me. He touched my special spot and I felt endless waves of enjoyment run down the length of my spine as I submitted myself to him. I could feel his cock throb with salacious energy within me as I felt my butt muscles working hard, attempting to milk him off his white gold which I had been craving for. He slid himself out and I felt relief wash over my butt as they relaxed, but neither of us were satisfied. We were both panting from the sexual tension that we had created and we yearned for more. He flipped me over to my back and I screamed out in distress as I felt my wounds being compressed. He ignored me and rolled his ski mask up, just enough to show the soft tender lips that he had been hiding underneath. My cock was dripping with my precum and I felt him swallow the entire length zealously. I could feel thin rivulets of my precum sliding down the length of my shaft, only to be licked by the soft slippery mass that was his tongue. I could feel him slowly wrapping his gentle tongue along the length of my cock before slowly sliding himself in and out of me. He sucked on me fervently and I could feel myself growing harder as well as more erect than I had ever before. I gasped out from the pain but it drove him on as my eyes rolled up in ravishment. He slid out and kissed my inner thighs lovingly, his sensual lips leaving behind a flaming mark of lasciviousness as my body rocked with lust. "Fuck me," I panted. "Fuck me senseless." He smiled devilishly as he rolled his ski mask back down. He hooked my legs over his shoulders and slid himself into me. I moaned with prurience at the pain but it did not matter. He thrusted himself into me and I could feel my legs pushing himself deeper into me as I resumed milking him. He grabbed my glinting cock in his black leather gloved hand and began stroking me while thrusting himself faster as well as harder into me. I could feel the familiar sentiment building up within me, a warm sensation that slowly spread through my system like a dragon slowly unfurling its' wings in all of its' majestic glory. "Faster," I grunted and he did. That was when everything got messy. He exploded into me. I could feel a white hot river of his precious white gold shooting into my system, hitting every erogenous points within me as I sighed with pleasure while my butt muscles milked him off every drop, treasuring each and every one of them like a jewel. At the same time, I felt myself bursting my load all over my body, shooting a pearl necklace onto my neck as pinpricks of warmth burst onto my neck. We panted and sighed as we relaxed, our sex afterglow merging into one. When I had milked him clean, he slid out. He freed me off my bonds and sat me up on the bed. "Hi, Zul," I whispered softly and reached out to pull the ski mask off his head. He had mismatched yellow-gold eyes, just like mine, but both of them showed an unknown inner fire that burned with a steel determination to overcome any of life's endeavors with headstrong willpower. They were lively; laughing, dancing eyes that were full of maturity mixed with a little mischief. At that time, they were jammed wide open with shock and confusion at his blown cover. I saw it in his eyes as he looked back at all that he had done, looking for that moment when everything unravelled, like pulling the stray thread of a scarf. He had an aristocratic nose that always made me believe that he was a member of a royal family in a past life, which I was sure he was. Sharp high cheekbones and an angular jaw framed his finely drawn sensitive face, making it the most priceless work of art drawn by the hands of a skilled artist. He had spiky jet black hair that no matter how hard the wind blew, it always stayed neat and tidy. "What gave me away?" he asked . "Zul, I fell for you when I first saw that devilish smile of yours. It's one of a kind and I can recognize it easily, even in a crowd," I replied with a smile, reminiscing about the first time I met Zul on that particular night years ago. We sat on the edge of the mattress together. "Ah, jeez, kid," he sighed sheepishly. "I'm sorry if I hurt you badly. I just want to pleasure you in more ways than one, you know? I just want to make every fuck with you something special, not just a regular fuck." He turned towards me and cradled my face in his black leather gloved hands, "I guess all I'm saying is I love you." He leaned down into my neck and I moaned with pleasure as I felt him trail his swift tongue along the length of it, licking up all of my white gold as he slobbered all over me. I felt his soft tender lips sucking onto my neck and I sighed with lust as my body rocked with desire. I grabbed a fistful of his silky soft hair into my fist and pulled him off my neck before planting a huge kiss on his lips. I draped my arms around him and he held me up as we danced within each others' mouth. I chased him in his own mouth, touching every crevice and fissure with my tongue, making sure I left my mark in his mouth as he gracefully evaded my capture. He tasted heavenly, of my own white gold with a hint of absinthe at the back. The Holy Trinity sang angelically on my palate and my taste buds serenaded back in response as the taste of grande wormwood, green anise as well as florence fennel intermingled with our love for one another. I pushed his head deeper into me and slipped my tongue into his throat, letting the tip touch the back of it before sliding down into it. He gagged slightly and it seemed to rejuvenate him with a newfound lewd energy. He slowly wrapped my tongue with his and I moaned into him as he sucked on me earnestly. We parted and I saw that his lips were swollen, as was mine. I pinched his rock hard nipple and he winced out as he flashed me his devilish smile. "And I, love you too," I whispered back and we began our second round with great vigor. Car Trouble "Shit!" I screamed as I noticed my temperature nearing hot. I spotted a Jiffy Lube half a mile up the road. I prayed that they were open at this hour. I pulled up at the garage and I saw two men cleaning tools. I got out my car and asked them if they could service my car. The tall, dark chocolate one asked me what was wrong with it, his voice reminded me of Wesley Snipes and I always had a thing for him. "My car is overheating." I explained as I shifted around, pussy aching for the man. "Ma'am the overall price is $300." the other man explained. He had service rep on his overalls. He was two inches shorter than the other one and reminded me of Romeo. My pussy started aching more at every second in their company. "$300 dollars! I don't have that kind of money right now, my son need a new uniform and shoes for baseball." I exclaimed. "Look ma'am, I'm sorry, but it is what is." replied the tall dark one who I dubbed as Wesley in my mind. "Who do I have to screw in order to get out of this?" I mumbled to myself. I saw a look passed between the two men and it was clear that they heard me. "Well, ma'am we could strike a deal with you. That is if you'd agree to it." replied the Romeo lookalike. I raised my eyebrow at them and asked with a smirk, "What kind of deal do you have in mind?" Wesley spoke first, "If you service us then..." "We can service your car for free." Romeo finished. I thought this over in 30 seconds and walked over to the couch that was in the corner, removing my clothes in the process. "Well fellas, who's fucking me first and who's dick I'm sucking?" I asked them as I watch them remove their clothes. Wesley had wide shoulders, a strong looking chest and an impressive six pack that made me want to trail my tongue all over it. Romeo had good shoulders as well, but not as wide as Wesley's, and his stomach was smooth with a trail of hair going down to his dick. He had that whole V thing going on and that made my pussy pulse. They both had impressive dicks, Wesley's was about ten inches long and 2 inches wide. Romeo's was eight inches long and almost 3 inches wide. I couldn't wait for them to bring me them beautiful dicks of theirs. I crooked my index finger to Wesley and brought his dick to my mouth and proceeded to pleasure him with my mouth as Romeo lifted me to my knees and dipped two fingers to my already wet pussy. "Damn girl, you nice and wet already." he exclaimed. I just smiled around Wesley's dick. Romeo slowly pushed his dick deep inside me, making me gasp and take more of Wesley's dick in my mouth. This was my first threesome and I was enjoying the hell out of it. We built up a rhythm where Romeo pushed me forward onto Wesley's dick and he pushed me back onto Romeo. I could taste the sweet pre-cum that was dripping from Wesley, which let me know he was enjoying the dick sucking he was receiving. The sensation of being fucked and sucked dick at the same time turned me on so such, within minutes my pussy convulsed around Romeo's dick and moaning around Wesley's dick. Romeo stroked my clit as Wesley pinched my nipples sending me over the edge. I came long and hard, Wesley dripping wet with my saliva on his dick, traded places with Romeo who glistened with my juices. I tasted myself on him and I tasted divine on his dick. Wesley was able to dig deep into me easily since Romeo was a little thicker. I clenched around him feeling him go further than Romeo. Wesley got a little more aggressive and smacked my ass as he getting my sweet pussy. I knew this round wasn't going to last long since they made sure I got mine first and was holding back. Romeo gripped my hair and fucked my mouth hard as I felt his balls tense, he moaned that he was cumming and took his dick out my mouth and his cum shot over my mouth and chin. Wesley wasn't far behind him and he came all over my ass. After we cleaned up, they fixed my car which took 2 hours and gave me an oil change. I called my sister to let her know that I'll be home soon. I didn't even bother asking them what their names were before I left. I hope I have more car trouble in the future. Car Trouble I hung up the phone and cursed to myself, as I checked my bank balance online. The mechanic had just informed me that I needed to have 500 pounds worth of work done on my car to get it through the MOT. Like I could afford that, what with university fees, on top of my general living expenses. But it had to be done. I couldn't get by without that car; it got me to classes, to work and then home to my family in the summer. --------------------- So the next day I found myself going back to the garage, with the little money I had left of my savings and hoping that the mechanic would agree to letting me pay the rest at the end of the month, once I'd been paid. "Hi, my name's Ellie, you have my Volkswagen in the garage." "Oh yes! Hi, I'm Carlos, the mechanic doing the work on your car. It should be ready by next Wednesday and here's a copy of the bill, detailing all the parts we'll fit and the price of labour." I thanked him, but then went on to explain my situation and ask whether I could pay a small deposit now and the outstanding payment at the end of the month. He smiled at me, that crooked smirk people give you when they know you're powerless. Deep down my anger bubbled, but I made sure to control my facial expression, after all I needed this guy's help. "Sure, that's no problem", he grinned, "there is one condition though ... you go on a date with me this Friday night." He paused, while I gaped at him in shock. I was surprised that he was so forward with me, especially as we were at his work, where he was expected to be professional, but thinking it over, it wasn't the worst proposition. He was doing me a favour and in return I was asked to let him wine and dine me for an evening. Not so bad. "Okay, but that's it. A date, nothing more", I clarified. He laughed openly, "I have no hidden agenda, I just think you're sweet and didn't know how to ask you out!" I couldn't help but smile at this last comment and found I relaxed and agreed that he could pick me up on Friday at 8. I then paid 200 of the 600 pound bill, signed a form to say I would pay the outstanding payment within 30 days and left, waving goodbye as I went. ------------------------ The next few days were spent wandering around in a daze. I don't know what it was about Carlos, but I couldn't take my mind off of him. Maybe it was the Spanish accent, or the confidence, but whatever it was, he was never far from my thoughts. Without realising it, I found myself excited and expectant of Friday's date and figured I would probably enjoy myself, perhaps even agree to a second date, if it got that far. ------------------------ When Friday evening finally arrived, I showered, taking the time to wash my hair thoroughly, shaved and dressed myself in a cute summery dress, that made me look very innocent and sweet. I never liked wearing makeup, but made sure to put on some lip gloss at least and curled my hair a bit at the bottom to make it bounce. All in all, I was feeling quite good about myself; although I was by no means skinny, I was considered slim, yet curvy with D cup breasts and rounded hips. When I dressed myself up a bit, the difference in my confidence was apparent. Carlos arrived 5 minutes early and I invited him in, while I went to the bathroom and made sure all the lights were switched off. At the door I turned my back to him to switch off the living room light, plunging us into darkness, which is when I felt his hands on me. Starting on the tops of my thighs and running them over the roundness of my hips, he reached my waist and paused. Lifting one hand from its current position, he moved my hair from the nape of my neck and then lent in to nibble my shoulder. My breath caught in my throat, as I listened to his deepen. I spun around and placed my hands firmly on his chest, "bit early for that, isn't it?" I commented, "I barely know you after all". He grinned, "just testing the goods, before I take them out for a ride is all." I wasn't sure whether he was joking or just trying his luck, but I let it slip regardless. The truth of it was I'd found those few seconds quite exhilarating and didn't want to put him off trying again later. The rest of the evening passed without incident. We had a lovely meal, took a stroll along the river bed and then stopped for drinks at a nearby bar. We laughed, talking about ourselves as children and the mischief we got up to, and then moved on to the present and what we were like and enjoyed doing nowadays. I was starting to like Carlos more and more. He was confident and easy to be with, filling any awkward silences with light jokes and easy conversation. When it was time to go home, I invited him inside for another drink, so we could continue the evening. Sitting on the sofa, with Carlos leaning in slightly, my heart started to pound in my chest and I couldn't deny the excitement I was experiencing. I enjoyed his company and didn't want him to leave, but pointing out the late hour I knew it was time for him to go. He glanced at the clock, seeming to contemplate something, before turning back to me and kissing me full on the lips. My body responded the way it usually does and I lifted my hands to his neck to show my appreciation. What I wasn't expecting was his reaction to such a simple gesture. Grabbing my wrists, he pulled them back down to my lap, fastening them in one hand and then, using his spare hand to hold firm the hair at the back of my head, he pulled me in closer. I thought this was a bit rough, but didn't make a fuss. Eventually though I had to tell him to leave, placating him with the promise of another date. -------------------------- Over the next few days, Carlos rang me several times to tell me he was thinking of me and that he was looking forward to our next date, so when I received another phone call from him four days later I assumed it would be much of the same. To my surprise, it was actually to tell me that my car was ready a day early and I could pick it up that night. "Come by around 9 o'clock and I'll give you the keys and show you what I've done", he told me. I wandered whether this was a bit late for him to be working, but came to the conclusion that he was putting in some extra hours to try and please me. ------------------------ When I arrived at the garage, all was dark, except a dim light I could see shining from the back. I called out to Carlos, not wanting to just charge in, but also doubting that anyone was even there. "I'm out back! Come around the secretary desk and through the door just down the hall!" I heard him shout. Cautiously, I made my way round the desk, trying not to knock anything or disrupt any paperwork in the dark. When I reached the hall, I hesitated. It was extremely dark and I was worried about tripping and hurting myself. I could see the light from the garage just peeking through the edges of the door and I concentrated on that, as I made my way along the hall, one hand on the wall as I did. Suddenly I heard a click and the light from behind the door vanished. "Carlos!" I called, "I can't see! What's going on?" I remained still, straining to hear any sign of movement and wondering whether I should carry on and go through the door or just wait for Carlos in the front. But before I could make a decision a hand covered my mouth and I was dragged into what I later found out was an office. I screamed, but the sound was muffled and wouldn't have been heard from outside. My attacker hauled me into a chair and stuffed my mouth with his fingers, whilst using his other hand to grab something from the desk. I waved my arms, hoping to find a part of him I could hit and when failing this, I bit down on his fingers. "Fuck!", he cursed, withdrawing his hand. I used this opportunity to scream out to Carlos and tried to run for the door, but he was too quick. My attacker pushed me up against the door, pinning me to it, with my hands trapped between myself and his body and my cheek pressed against the cold metal of the door. "You'll pay for that bitch!" he exclaimed, "and don't bother calling for Carlos again, he's not out there ... he's in here with you". The realisation dawned on me then, that the person attacking me, who I thought was a stranger, was actually the person I'd come here to see. "Carlos! What are you doing? Let me go!" I fought against him, hoping he'd come to his senses and release me. He chuckled, "Not a chance". Holding me still with the weight of his body, he took the chance to feel what he could, using his hands to pull my thighs apart and run his fingers over my cunt and clit. Despite myself, I moaned just loud enough for him to hear. "I knew you would be a willing submissive", he breathed in my ear, "I could tell you wanted this, never complaining when I pushed your limits or did something I wasn't supposed to." I whimpered, but couldn't stop myself from getting wetter. The authority in his voice turned me on, even though my head was screaming at me to stop this and leave. It was then that I noticed he was fastening my wrists together behind my body, with something that felt like plastic. He grabbed my hair and jerked my head away from the door, making me scream. "I love it when you scream", he said, before lowering my head to the desk. I was now bent over the desk, unable to move and feeling very vulnerable. "Now scream some more for me baby", he ordered, as he lowered his hand to my arse, smacking it with an almighty force, which made me obediently scream. He continued to punish my arse, until I was sobbing from the pain. I could only imagine how red my cheeks must have been. As I laid there, crying in self pity, he removed a pair of scissors from the nearest draw and proceeded to cut away the play-suit I was wearing. Now completely naked, he stood back to admire his work. I stopped breathing, not knowing what he was going to do next, which is when I heard the undeniable sound of a zipper and trousers falling to the ground. "Carlos please", I whispered, "I won't tell anyone. Things can go back to how they were before." "But I don't want them to go back to how they were before. From now on you're going to be mine. My submissive, cum slut." He spat the last two words at me, thrusting into me as he did and groaning as my cunt adjusted to the intrusion. I wanted to scream and tell him to leave me alone, but I couldn't resist the tingling that was building up deep inside me. His thrusts were very determined and gaining speed with every passing second. I tried to lift my head, so I could peer over my shoulder, but he instantly pushed my face back down. "Stay there! No one told you to move." I did as I was told, but desperately needed some more stimulation. Despite my best effort, the feeling of his dick filling my cunt so entirely felt amazing and I was building towards an orgasm. "Please Carlos, please make me cum", I pleaded. Hearing these words he spun me around, laying me on the desk, with my head hanging off the other side, whilst my bum was just on the edge closest to him. From this angle his thrusts provided me with more friction on my clit and very soon I was moaning with pleasure. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him closer to me, trying to trap him there. Realising what I was trying to do, he loosened my grip and lifted my right leg over his head to turn me on my side. "Just remember who's in control. You're just a slut who needs to be fucked", he warned me. He now slowed until almost at a standstill, leaned in to nibble on my ear and ran a finger down the length of my spine, until it reached my arsehole. I turned my head to face him, searching for a clue as to what he was planning on doing next, but before I could ask the question, he pushed a finger into my arse. I gasped, quickly followed by more moaning as he started up his relentless thrusting again. "What's the matter Ellie? Do you want to cum? Beg me for it then bitch!" I didn't care what he called me, I didn't care that I hadn't initially agreed to this, I just wanted to cum around his dick and then feel him release inside me in return. And so I begged. "Please. I need to cum, please let me cum. I'll be yours, I'll do anything you want. Just please let me cum!" He smirked at me, making me feel powerless once more, knowing that I meant it and he could control me from this moment on without question. He kept up the thrusting, both in my cunt and arse, adding a third stimulation, by rolling my clit between his fingers. This pushed me over the edge and I screamed his name as I came. "That's right. Cum for me you whore!" He didn't stop until I was shivering with exhaustion and sensitive all over. He slowed down, enjoying the final moments of my orgasm and then pulled out and stood back. From the corner of my eye I saw a flash of silver and then taking advantage of my current state, he took a picture of his work and put the phone away safely, out of my reach. I stood up to protest. His face turned to stone as he grabbed me by the neck and made me kneel at his feet. "You're mine remember! I will do anything I desire and you'll love it. Now finish me off. Fucking whore has had your fun." With this he grabbed my hair and pulled me onto his dick. I willingly took as much as I could into my mouth, but apparently this wasn't enough and he forced my lips to the base of his dick. He held me there a few moments and then began to move ever so slightly inside me, groaning as he did. "Fuck! Take it all. Now stick out your tongue and lick my balls." I tried to do as I was told, but choked on the size of his dick down my throat. Frustrated he pulled out and slapped me hard around the face, before thrusting back inside me. Holding my head still he face fucked me until he was close. Pulling me up by the hair he flung me over the desk, putting my back to him. "Here's a little reminder for you. Who's is this arse?" "Yours", I replied. "Mine", he groaned, as he pushed his entire dick into my arse and came within seconds. I screamed with the intensity, certain that he had split me in two. He held my head to the table as he finished and then pulled out, instructing me to clean him so he could go home. Once he'd recovered, he pulled up his trousers and told me to come back on Thursday. "I've got bigger plans for you then my little cum slut!" Car Trouble My next door neighbor is one of those lucky individuals who seems able to repair anything. When my van wouldn't start I therefore gave him a call. I assumed since nothing happened when the key was turned that the problem was probably something simple such as a dead battery. Steve was more than happy to assist me as he knew my resident dildo was away with the local Air National Guard Wing for summer training. What he couldn't know was that after almost a week alone I was hornier than a three horned billy goat! I had brought myself off twice just trying to wiggle into my pantyhose and my vibrator was still so hot from the previous nights activity it smelled of overheated wiring (among other things). My plans for the day to shop then have dinner with a friend (female, unfortunately) at a rather formal restaurant had been interrupted by my contrary vehicle. When Steve drove up I was still dressed for my excursion to the city. My sleeveless A-line was very form fitting and I had accentuated its deep dark bluegreen color with turquoise color shoes and Indian jewelry. Made of a silky synthetic and cotton blend it was so soft I knew it would show even a goosebump. Underneath I wore only my flesh colored tights and a pushup demi-bra which covered only the bottom of my breasts. My nipples were deliciously naked. Awaiting the arrival of my rescuer I had climbed up to the driver's seat of the van hoping one additional try might resuscitate it. Steve's appreciation of my legs as I exited that position did not go unnoticed. Probably not very lady like of me, but I managed to drag my skirt almost above my waist as I slid down to ground level. He quickly determined a starter problem and promised to repair it for me. Since he was going to town for an errand of his own, he offered me a ride. Further discourse revealed we would both be finishing up at about the same time so we planned to meet for a ride home also. Noticing his inspection of the motor had left his hands grease covered I persuaded him to wash up before we left. Though we live on a twenty-acre expanse in the country I still felt more cloistered once we were in the house and concealed from prying neighbors. Part of the mixed blessing of country living is that everyone usually knows what everyone else is about. Our bathroom is sufficiently large that I felt no compulsion about joining Steve as he washed his hands. Standing behind him I leaned against the wall making small talk trying not to concentrate on how alone we were in my home. When he finished I handed him a towel and decided I wanted something to happen. I can be very wanton when I want something to happen. Gently pushing him out the door into the hall I excused myself indicating I desperately needed to use the facilities. The door to my bathroom tends to swing inward of its own accord if not correctly latched so I made sure I didn't push it too firmly closed. Sure enough I had barely seated myself when it slowly swung open. Steve was still standing just outside drying his hands. He looked startled and I attempted to display surprise with my smile. Quickly taking in my bare legs and upraised skirt he stammered an apology. Quickly replacing my "surprised" smile with a demure beam of enticement I suggested, "It's alright, you don't need to be embarrassed. A person on the throne is not in a very sexy position, I'm afraid. Really I feel quite awkward!" "Oh, no," he stammered. "You don't look awkward. You look ... ," at which point his description disintegrated into nothingness. The blush on his face said much more than he could have ever verbalized. Too good an opening to pass on, so I asked, "Yes, just how do I look Steve?" "Sexy! I mean your legs look sexy. What I mean is your legs always look sexy. You have fantastic legs," he falteringly blurted out. "Why thank you Steve. That's a very complimentary thing to say to a lady who has her pantyhose wrapped around her ankles." Then as I pulled my nylons up into place I teased, "Isn't this better though. Most men seem to appreciate legs more when they're encased in hosiery, don't you agree?" Unabashedly staring, he breathlessly answered, "Oh yes! You're beautiful!" "Thank you kind sir," I excitedly whispered. "Come here Steve. That's right. Come closer. Now put your arms around my neck. No, don't say anything, just kiss me!" As he devoured my lips I could feel his bulge springing to life. Because my skirt was still bunched around my waist there was nothing covering my desire except that thin layer on nylon. Wrapping a leg around him I pulled him tight and rubbed my crotch up and down his lustful anxiety! Sensually I whispered, "What do you want, Steve?" "I want to make love to you," he whimpered into my ear. "No you don't," I whispered back to him. "Tell me what you really want. You don't want to make love to me. That takes to long. What do you really want to do to me? Come on, I want to hear you say it!" Years of repression instilled by our silly double standard society hampered his answering me. Years of training to act like a gentleman forced him to hold back the response I was asking for. His tension was palatable as he tried to justify speaking aloud words truly describing the hunger which was tearing him apart. "Say it Stevie," I whispered as I nibbled his earlobe. "I want to hear what you really want to do to me. Please, it will make me hot to hear you say it out loud!" Sobbingly he blurted, "I WANT TO FUCK YOU!" "Now that wasn't so hard, was it? Do you really want to fuck me? Do you want to slide your dick in and out of me? It makes me wet and very hot to hear you say that! Will you promise to suck me and make my nipples happy too?" "Oh, yes," he moaned as we stepped away from each other. "I want you so bad I'm going to explode!" Reaching out I unfastened his belt then led him to my bed by holding the loose end. Once in the bedroom he hurriedly undressed at my instruction. Looking at him I was pleased to discover he was in better physical shape than I had imagined. His stomach was still firm though it did tend to push above his belt slightly. Of course I had long been aware that he was a good looking man, but now with nothing but an anxious smile on his friendly round face I could see he also had a nicely erect weapon. Not overly long it projected in front of him with a nice inclination and an inviting abundance. Stepping out of my shoes I advanced to him and as I leaned to kiss him once more I quietly instructed, "Unzip me." The front of my dress fell to my waist and Steve stared admiringly at my breasts. Cupping one then the other I fed them to his greedy lips. While he suckled, licked and gently nibbled I allowed my dress to fall to the floor. Clad only in my pantyhose I stepped away from him. Before I could ask if he liked what he saw the answer sprang forth from his loins. The skin on his already elongated shaft stretched even more tightly as he gained at least another inch. We fell together onto the bed as he pulled me to him. He continued nursing my tender nipples as his hand stroked nylon into my dripping tunnel. After only a moment of frenzied attack to his manhood I guided him between my legs. Then in one swift motion stripped my pantyhose from my torso and opened my desire to his invasion. Our initial union was tumultuous and deliriously satisfying. Poor Steve was so aroused his elixir emptied into my eager receptacle after only a few collisions of our thighs. Not even remotely satisfied I couldn't just allow him to collapse and forsake me. Fortunately he responded easily to the manipulations of my agile fingers. Had it been necessary I would have taken his flaccid tool in my mouth and suckled it back to life. Admittedly his recovery without oral stimulation was much more to my liking. Though not opposed to blowjobs, they're not one of my favorite sexual activities. That presumably has transpired because my husband has spoiled me for so long. Many times he has reiterated how he considers having his genitals orally stimulated equivalent to consuming a toasted cheese sandwich at a luxurious steak and lobster restaurant. He much prefers to devour my charms than to have me try to excite him (his attentions to me are all the excitement he says he needs). Having many times unsuccessfully tried to motivate him only to have him spring to life when he touches me, certainly I can not argue the evidence. Steve stretched across my mattress while I straddled him into my still inadequately pacified void. Kneading my breasts while he repeatedly thrust into me he soon gratified my carnality. Then we settled down for an hour of enjoying each other. Afterward we showered together then he helped me back into my clothing. As I was putting on my shoes he once again told me, "God, you are so sexy. I'm hot again just from watching you dress." "Oh really? How hot are you? Are you hot enough to do something about it?" I asked as I stretched out on the bed. Not waiting for his answer I slipped my hose off again, lifted my dress and spread my legs for him. His answer was immediate, frantic and satiating. While I cleaned up he grudgingly dressed again. "God, you're fantastic," he growled into my ear as he snuggled me from behind while I applied lipstick for the umpteenth time of the day. "Wait till tonight," I promised as we headed for town. Car Trouble Sharon was cold, colder than she’d ever been. Her watch was on her wrist below her sweater. She would have liked to check the time, to see how long it had been, but she didn’t want to raise the sleeve on her arm even an inch and risk losing any of the warmth that might be captured there. Her car had just stopped. She had no clue why. From the beginning she had decided it was best to wait in the car and hope for help. It was after midnight on a two lane country road in Minnesota, just west of Minneapolis. The snow was banked high beside the passenger side of the car. There was no way to open either of the doors on that side. The temperature was way below zero and the wind was blowing. And there she sat in her nurse’s uniform with only a sweater over it. No coat, no hat, no sense, she told herself. Her cell phone was in her purse, the battery dead. Chuck, her husband, was going to be really pissed. How can you be so stupid, so careless, she could imagine him saying. She dreaded seeing him but hoped, wished more nearly, that he would soon realize she was late coming home from work, too late for any good reason, and begin to look for her. That was her only chance, she realized. Chuck had to come for her. She had to wait. Sharon didn’t want to die. She had been a nurse for almost ten years, working in ER for most of that time. She had seen unnumbered car wrecks, shootings, stabbings, suicides, and even those who had died of exposure. She knew death and didn’t fear it, but she definitely didn’t want to die. It was so goddamn frustrating, she told herself, to have spent her life doing things, acting, making things happen, and now not be able to do a damned thing to save herself but sit and hope someone would help her, save her. If she believed in a god she would have prayed but she gave that up years ago. Watching babies die painful deaths from wounds inflicted by their god-given parents had taken prayer away from her. To hell, she had told herself, with any god that let that happen. The snow blew across the road in sheets of blue. The full moon was radiant in a stark threatening blue-cold sort of light. She wondered how long Chuck might take to miss her. She hoped beyond hope that he had not fallen asleep watching the Timberwolves game. He could sleep in his recliner until morning and she would die. It was somehow ironic, she told herself, Chuck might be asleep and she might go to sleep as well, but if she did, she would die, and he would only just wake up and go to the bathroom. He would miss her then, she realized, when he went to the bedroom and she wasn’t in the bed alone as he found her most every night. The bright lights from the vehicle behind her startled her. She realized that she had begun to doze off. The vehicle appeared to be a truck, probably a four wheel drive. It sat high in the road, its lights on bright shining into her car. She knew it wasn’t Chuck, his Explorer had a different grill. This truck looked like a Chevy. No matter to her, it was someone and no one meant death. The truck and its passenger or passengers, whoever they were, just sat there. No one got out. She was prepared to be patient but the waiting was killing her almost as much as the cold. Finally the driver’s side door open and a large man got out. In her mirror she could see that he was wearing a heavy parka with the hood up. The moon’s blue light would not show his face as he began to walk slowly to her car. The window was frozen so she opened the door just a crack. “Damn,” she almost shouted, “I am so glad to see you.” “I’ll be right back,” was all he said and pushed her door shut. He went back to the truck and pulled something from inside. She could tell it was a coat or a blanket. He came back to her car and opened her door. He handed a large camouflaged parka through the door and said, “Put this on and zip is up good,” before shutting the door again. She did as he said and waited. He looked in the window and for the first time she saw he was wearing a dark blue ski mask. He opened the door and merely said, “Come on.” She grabbed her purse and scrambled out of her car, heading toward the warm truck. She was safe, she told herself. The man watched her open the passenger side door on his truck and get in before he walked to the driver’s door. He got in without saying anything and backed the truck up to pull past her dark abandoned car. Sharon began to chatter about all that had happened to her, how long she had waited, how cold she had been, how frightened she was, how much she appreciated his help, how thankful she was that he came along. He said nothing as she talked on. He just continued to stare at the road from inside the ski mask. The cab of the truck grew silent. Sharon didn’t mind. She concentrated on the warmth coming back to her feet and hands. “There’s a thermos of coffee under your seat,” he said in a low steady voice. He had startled her, rousing her out of the beginning of sleep. “No, thank you,” was all she said. Her head felt so heavy, the warmth of the parka and the truck so good. In minutes she had fallen asleep. She woke slowly and had to press herself to remember where she was. Her eyes felt heavy and her first thought was how grateful she was to be alive. The truck cab was empty, the driver gone. She pulled herself up, trying to right herself only to find she was bound by plastic ties wrapped tight around her wrists and ankles. What the hell, she thought, what the goddamn hell is this? The bindings were tight and restricted how much she could move but she turned to sit up and look out of the truck. She and the truck were in some kind of garage. The door was closed, a bare light bulb burning over a workbench along the wall. Oh, shit, what is this, was all she could keep saying to herself. She sat in the truck for what seemed to be hours. She alternated between being frightened, being angry, being furious, being sure she was going to die at the hands of some kind of serial killer. An overhead light came on in the garage and a door opened. The man stepped into the garage. He was wearing jeans, a heavy gray military sweater, and the same dark blue ski mask. He walked straight to the side of the truck and opened her door. She decided to say nothing. She stared at him, wondering, hoping that not angering him was the smart thing to do. He reached into the cab and lifted her in his arms like she was nothing. She had always considered herself a strong woman, 5’5” around 135 lbs, but she saw quickly she was no match for him. He carried her straight to and through the door into a large sparsely furnished room. He sat her down on the rug in front of a couch and chair. A woodstove burned warmly off to the side. A simple kitchen was behind the chair. This must be some kind of hunting lodge or cabin, she told herself. He sat down in the chair beside the rug and looked at her. She could see his eyes beneath the mask. They were dark, almost black, and very intense. “How bad do you want to go home?” he asked in his low firm voice. “Very bad,” she said firmly and simply. “You want to go home bad enough that you will do as I say for a spell?” he asked. She didn’t know what to say. She didn’t grasp what she was being asked. “Do as I say, don’t cause any trouble, and you get to go home. You have my word,” he said evenly. “And if I don’t?” she asked with some nurse-trained confidence. “Then you will do what I say anyway, but never go home. A simple deal, Sharon,” he said with a hint of a smile in his voice. She started to blurt out and ask him how he knew her name but then she remembered her purse. He knew who she was and where she lived. Her spirits sank immediately and he saw it, sensed the resignation. He rose from the chair and pulled a hunting knife from its sheath tucked in his jeans behind his back. He showed her the blade before stepping to where she sat on the floor. He squatted beside her and cut the binding plastic straps with one cut each for her wrists and ankles. He stepped back from her and said, “Stand up.” She struggled to her feet finding the feeling slow to come back to her hands and feet. “Now, take off your clothes, all of them,” he said, still standing in front of her. Her head hung down in resignation and fear. The large camo parka was still zipped up the front making her feel small in its enormity. “Get started, Sharon,” his voice was low, threatening, “Or I’ll have to help. And I promise you won’t like that. Not at all.” Her hands came up thoughtlessly to the zipper and began to pull it down, down to the bottom until the parka was open. It fell from her shoulders and arms. It took only a shake to have it fall from her hands. Her auburn hair, pulled up on her head, was damp from her sleep, rebellious ringlets hung down around her face and neck. Her shoes were white Nike crosstrainers tied loosely, they were easy to push off with her toes. She began unbuttoning the white nurse’s blouse, her fingers trembled despite her best efforts to be steady and calm. The blouse was finally open and she began to pull it off each shoulder. She was self-conscious about him seeing her in her bra. It was one of Chuck’s favorites, holding her breasts in a way that always caught her husband’s eye. She found the elastic waste band of her white pants and hooked her thumbs inside before beginning to ease them down her legs. She bent forward to push them down thinking she might her hide her nakedness from him for a moment, then realizing he had a perfect view of her breasts and cleavage, she quickly finished and stood straight again. She only paused for a moment, she thought, but regardless he said, “Go on, finished. The socks too.” She pushed the white socks off her feet one at a time with her toes. I can do this, she told herself, I can do this and make it be over. She reached behind her back and unclasped the bra. She consciously decided to make no pretense of hiding herself, fuck him, she told herself. The bra feel off her shoulders and to the floor. She fixed her eyes on his and pushed her beige panties down her legs. They dropped to her feet and she stepped out of them. She stood before him naked, completely naked. She held her eyes on his and watched him slowly look her over completely. She imagined what he saw, the curve of her shoulders, the fullness of her breasts, the nipples growing taut and hard in the air, her flat stomach, the roundness of her hips, the dark patch of hair she kept trimmed for her husband, the firmness of her thighs. He said nothing to her before he reached in his back pocket and pulled out silver handcuffs. He tossed them to her unexpectedly. She caught them in a reflexive motion. “Put them on,” he said unceremoniously. “Loop the handle over your wrist and click it shut. I want to hear the click. Do each wrist. Do it now.” And she did. She did what he said. “Get down on your knees,” he continued. She had a moment of fear. He saw it and said, “Sharon, I am not going to hurt you. You have my word. Get down.” She did as he said. Her hands were in handcuffs and she was now on the rug kneeling. He reached behind his chair and pulled out a length of climbing rope. On its end was a carabiner. He stepped forward and clicked the carabiner over the handcuff chain. She was now secured to the length of rope. Next he knelt in front of her and pulled two balls of gauze and an Ace bandage from his hip pocket. “Close your eyes,” he said with a hint of gentleness. She did and immediately felt him place a ball of gauze over each eye. Then she felt the Ace bandage being wound around her head covering her eyes in wrap upon wrap. There was absolutely no way she could see. She sensed him moving to stand in front of her. She felt the tug of the rope pull her hands. “Get down on your stomach on the rug, Sharon,” he said. As she moved to do as he said she heard him begin to talk. “I’m going to tie the rope to the leg of the sofa. You will lie here on the rug and wait for me. I’ll be back. Do not try to resist or move around. You are to wait for me without moving. Do you understand?” She shook her head, yes. She couldn’t hear him moving. And he didn’t speak. Her senses were totally alert. She felt the warmth from the stove on her side, the roughness of the rug on her belly and breasts, the slight chill of the room’s air on her ass and between her legs. And she waited, for what she had no idea. But she would survive, she would live. It seemed like forever before it began. The touch on her leg made her jump with surprise even though she had been expecting it, dreading it, maybe wanting it. It felt like his hands moving over her lower leg. His hands were warm, large and strong. A faint scent of spearmint drifted up to her. Oil, she thought, he’s using some kind of oil. His hands worked steadily on her legs, working now on the back of her upper legs, massaging in cross patterns on her hamstring. His voice startled her when he said, “Sharon, please listen to me.” He began to talk to her, his voice soothing, surprising her with its even tone and gentleness. “You are here with me. It is only us here, just you and me. Although I know you are frightened, afraid of me maybe, I assure you I will not hurt you.” His hands were moving faster, harder over her other leg now with the same movement and confidence. Sharon found herself considering emotions she didn’t expect or want. What he was doing to her felt good. She fought the feelings, rebelled against them, screamed in her mind to fight the pleasure he was giving her body. She felt him release her and it shocked her. Where was he, what was he doing? An answer came when she felt his weight on her lower back and her naked ass. He was straddling her now and she could feel his nakedness. His balls and cock were nestled on her ass, his big hands now held her shoulders, working on them relentlessly. The smell of spearmint was sharper, the oil on his hands working into the skin of her shoulders and neck. Sharon felt herself moan and she was embarrassed by it. She cannot allow herself to enjoy this, she thought. His hands moved down her torso, so strong, so large. She felt his legs move down her hips to her thighs. His cock left the crack of her ass alone and positioned itself between her slightly spread legs. Damn, she thought, her lower back had never felt this good. Then he was lower, working on her ass now, his hands holding the cheeks of her ass, spreading them, working hard on them. Sharon could feel the lips of her pussy separating and closing as he worked on her ass. It suddenly occurred to her that he must be looking at her pussy, watching it separate and close, swelling, getting wet despite her desire to ignore the pleasure. His voice startled her again. “Okay, Sharon,” he began, “It’s time, time for you to make a decision. I have you here with me and no one knows where you are. I only want to please you, give you something you may never have had or ever have again. But I will leave it to you to decide. From this moment on I will release you whenever you say, take you wherever you want to go. Or you can stay here with me for a few hours. You can enjoy for a brief time and then go back to your life like nothing has ever happened. I won’t press you or push. Just tell me when you want me to stop.” He stopped talking and almost immediately Sharon felt his face between her legs. His face was smooth and warm, his tongue delicate as it found her pussy. She knew she was wet and it troubled her. Then his tongue flicked over her clit and she stopped caring about embarrassment or integrity or right and wrong. His tongue pushed suddenly inside her and she gasped. She made her decision then. Sharon moved her legs wider apart to give him more room. She couldn’t see, the blindfold holding her in darkness. But she could feel. She could feel her pussy swelling, its lips thick and wet. She could feel his tongue alternating between hard and soft, insistent and teasing, there and gone. Then his tongue found her ass and she knew she was going to cum. And she didn’t care. She was lost in the sensation of the moment, wanting to have it, have the chance to grasp something never presented her. His tongue teased her asshole, his finger pushed suddenly into her pussy, and she came hard, pushing herself back against him as much as her restraints would allow. She felt him move to her pussy and begin to lap the warm juice she was releasing. Goddamn, she was saying to herself, why? And then she didn’t care. She just wanted him again, wanted to take the moment to wherever it would go. Her pussy stopped its spasms and began to grow sensitive. As if by magic, he knew and move away from her rising above her, she could picture. “Turn over, Sharon,” he said, “Please.” And she did, turning over by her own choice. He moved up alongside her. She suddenly could smell him, the scent of soap and a cologne she knew but couldn’t name. Then she felt it, his cock against her lips. He was offering himself to her and she took it. Her tongue came out to greet him, invite him, but he didn’t accept immediately. His fingers worked into her hair and held her head, his other hand, she pictured, held his cock and moved it across her lips and tongue. Pre-cum oozed from his slit and she caught it and drank it greedily. She was pleased to hear his moan and even more pleased when the head of his cock slipped into her mouth. It was large, larger than any cock she had ever had in her mouth, thick and round and hot. She worked to run her tongue under the head, to find the vein she loved to feel, as she felt his hard, callused hand on her breasts. He pinched her nipples and squeezed her breasts as his cock pushed deeper into her mouth, beginning to fuck her mouth, to fuck her face. And she wanted it, wanted it with every fiber of her being. It struck her as punishment when he suddenly withdrew his cock from her mouth. “Why,” she heard herself asking, “Please, anything, I need, won’t you, don’t make me beg, please.” She felt him position himself between her legs. She eagerly raised her legs, inviting him, offering herself, wanting. The tip of his cock moved up and down the length of her pussy and she moaned, wanting it, knowing now it was going to happen. In one stroke he slid inside her completely. He held her thighs in his hands, holding them wide and apart as he began to fuck her. She didn’t know who he was, she didn’t care, she simply was in need and the need was being addressed. He began to fuck her faster, harder, his balls slapping against her ass. She was nothing in that moment other than a lover, a woman completely devoted to the moment of being fucked and fucking back against someone she wanted. And then something happened for which she had no explanation or understanding, another cock touched her lips, offered itself to her mouth. She didn’t know or understand but she took it eagerly, sucking it into her mouth. Two cocks possessed her, took her, and she reveled in it all. She didn’t know how or who, and she didn’t care, she just wanted the moment, to experience the moment completely. The cock in her pussy surprised her when it spasmed and jerked releasing its load of cum inside her. Surprising herself she responded with an orgasm that shook her, making her whole body contract. The cock in her mouth was lost to her, popping out of her mouth. She felt its owner moving the cock across her face, her lips, her neck, her nipples, all at once it seemed. The cock in her pussy withdrew and was gone in the darkness of her blindfold. She assumed he would come back but he disappeared and was forgotten for the moment when the cock near her face came back to her mouth. She sucked it in greedily and worked her tongue hard around its head. Car Trouble Sharon lost herself them completely. She hungrily worked on the cock in the mouth, wanting its cum, wishing beyond wishing that she could use her hands, could stroke it, milk it. Then she knew. The cock was close to cumming. It grew harder in her mouth warning of its intention. The first blast of cum caught her by surprise but she soon recovered and began to swallow. The following offerings she took in stride, swallowing and savoring them all. The cock quickly grew limp and withdrew from her mouth. She wondering immediately what was next, not expecting the touch on her blindfold. Someone was unwinding the Ace bandage. It was going to come off. In a moment she realized she wasn’t sure she wanted to see, perhaps the darkness was better, safer. But she wasn’t asked and she didn’t speak, she just waited. The Ace bandage came off and the gauze removed from her eyes. The light hurt her. She knew she would have to wait for her eyes to adjust. They did and what she saw shook her to her core. Chuck, her husband, was kneeling beside her, his cock limp and red between his legs. Another man stood in the distance near the kitchen. He was large, extremely strong looking, and completely naked. His dark eyes held her in his gaze. He smiled before turning to walk down the hall. “Chuck?” Sharon finally said. Chuck just smiled. Car Trouble I was driving along the highway when I saw your car on the side of the road. Steam was coming from under the hood so it was obvious what had happened. I didn't see you and Mike until I was a little further along. I saw the two figures walking and figured it had to be you. I pulled along side and asked if you were having fun. "My fucking car," was all you said. Mike looked at me and asked, "How about a ride into town?" "I don't know. You guys look like a couple of desperate characters. A girl could get herself into real trouble picking up the likes of you," I teased as I unlocked the doors to let you both in. You slumped into the back and Mike climbed in front. "AAWW, don't look so glum. I'm sure it's not THAT bad," I assured through the rear view mirror. "My car is fucked." "Yeah maybe it just needs some water." I tried to sound encouraging. "That's not all of it," Mike volunteered with a smirk on his face. I could tell when you guys got in you were already half lit. "Oh, really?! What else are you 2 up to?" I had a pretty good idea but I was in a good mood and wanted to mess with you a bit. "It don't matter," you sulked. "What? Is there anything I can help with?" "Not unless you want to give us a ride to Jonesville." "Why what's in Jonesville?" "We were supposed to meet up with a couple of older chicks over there," Mike filled in. "Oh I see. So you were looking to get some beer AND get laid before the car blew up on ya, huh?" I chuckled. I was loving the predicament you guys were in. "Something like that," you grumbled. "Oh come on now. It's not all bad. I'm not going to take you back to Jonesville because I just came from there but I have no plans so you can hang out with me. Fun, FUN!" I laughed. "What were you doing in Jonesville anyway?" Mike asked, trying to change the subject. "I was supposed to meet someone over there but he had to work late so I am headed back to town." "Oh really?" you asked, perking up some. "And just who were you supposed to be meeting?" "None of your business young man," I remarked trying to get out of the hot seat. "Getting some on the side are ya? What if we decide to tell hubby?" "You don't know what you are talking about," I tried to sound convincing. "Yeah right. I know what you were up to and I'm gonna tell your old man." "Come on. A girl can have some fun now and again can't she? You don't need to tell him anything," I was almost pleading now. I had gotten myself into some real trouble here. "I won't tell him but it will cost you, right Mike?" "Yeah right," Mike agreed. I don't know if he knew what you were up to but he figured he might as well see where it was going. Anything else he had planned for tonight was shot to hell. "Cost me? What is it going to cost me? I am already giving you guys a ride into town. I could have let you walk the last 5 miles." "And we could have too so that don't count. We had beer lined up in Jonesville. Now you're gonna buy us some here." "I can't buy you beer. You're not old enough," I protested. "You've done it before. Besides if you don't, I'll nark on ya." I thought it over for a minute. It wouldn't be so bad to get you guys some beer. Especially since I knew you wouldn't be drinking and driving. "Ok, I'll buy it but I have a condition of my own." "What?" you both asked at once. "We are going to party together. All of us had other plans and they all fell through so let's commiserate." "I can deal with that. Where are we going?' "My mom is staying out tonight and little brother is at a friend's house. We can go to my place," Mike offered. "Fine, I'll drop you guys off, go get the beer and be right back." "No way! We are going with you. If you leave you won't come back." Ok, so it was a pretty transparent plan but I thought you MIGHT go for it. "Can't blame a girl for trying," I smiled. We went through the store and got a case of cold beer. The drive back to Mike's was pretty quiet. When we got there he cranked some tunes and we all popped the top on a beer. We were just sitting around chillin and drinking our beer when Mike piped up with, "so now what shall we do?" "I'm horny," you announced. "Let's watch some porn." "We can't watch porn," Mike practically shrieked nodding his head in my direction. "Mike," I said leaning over towards him, "I've seen porn before." "You don't think it would be too weird," he whined. "Any weirder than sitting here getting drunk with me?" "Good point. But the only vcr I have is in my room," Mike sounded nervous. You jumped out of your chair and heading towards the bedroom said, "Then lets go." There was no need for further discussion so we followed you into Mike's room. Of course the only place to sit was on the bed so I took a seat in the middle with you guys one on each side. Mike popped in a tape and we watched for a bit. All three of us had been partying some before we hooked up so we were buzzing pretty good after a few more beers. The movie was like most porns and we were making crude comments and dishing on the actors for most of it. About half way through the movie Mike announced he had to take a leak. He got up and walked towards the bathroom. The lights were off so we could see the tv better. I went to reach over you to set my beer on the nightstand. I lost my balance and in trying to catch myself accidentally rubbed across your crotch and noticed how hard you were. "I'm sorry," I fumbled. To be honest I was impressed with the out line of it. I tried to get back up when I felt your hands on my tits. "What are you doing?" I asked as I turned to look at you. "You touched mine so I am touching yours," you announced matter-of-factly. "Listen here young man," I tried to protest. "You know you want it," you purred as you dropped you gaze to my chest and reached for my other tit. "That's beside the point. What about Mike?" "What about Mike?" you answered. "He'll be right back." "So," and before I could say anything else you kissed me. Any objections I might have had were gone. I melted into the kiss. I was horny when I picked you guys up on the side of the road. Truth be known, in the back of my mind, I was thinking what fun it would be to get one of you in the sack. I could use a good hard fuck by some nice young thing. I never really thought it would happen though. What the fuck!!??" Mike bellowed as he came back form the bathroom. "Dude, she's married!!" You broke the kiss and looked at him, "And I am horny. What's your point?" "Man, that's Tony's mom," he further protested. "Well, I'm not gonna fuck Tony now am I?" "But..But," Mike was dumbfounded. I had a brilliant idea. I got off the bed and walked over to Mike. I wrapped one arm around him and let my other hand fall to his crotch as I brought his face close to mine. "I won't tell if you don't." I pulled him in for a deep, passionate kiss. "What do you say? This could be lots of fun." Mike looked over my shoulder to where you were still sitting on the bed. I couldn't see but I could hear the rustling and I guessed you were stroking your cock through the fabric of you pants. "Man, it will be awesome. No one has to know. It will be just the three of us," you said to convince him. Getting off the bed you walked over to us. Unbuttoning my shirt and grabbing my tits once again you said, "Or you can just watch. I am going to get some either way." Mike held me away from him for a moment to look down at my chest. You pointed my tits toward his face and he bent down and sucked a nipple in his mouth. "I know you'd go for it, man. Now let's get naked." It was a matter of a few seconds and we all stood there with out clothes. I was in the middle with one of you on each side sucking on my tits. My fingers were running through your hair as my moans got louder. Little did you know I was already dripping wet. "I've read your stories and I know how you like to suck cock," you said as you let my nipple slide from you lips. "Come over here and suck mine," you demanded as you sat on the edge of the bed. I pried myself away from Mike and got to my knees between your legs. Your young cock was standing tall and proud, throbbing from the rush of blood. I let my fingers circle around it as my tongue sought out your balls. I ran around each one and sucked them into my mouth for good measure before licking my way to the sensitive tip. "Oh FUCK YEAH!" you moaned as I swallowed you with one good gulp. "Mike, man, this is unreal." "So is what I'm looking at," I heard Mike from right behind me. I soon felt his hands sliding across my ass and down between my legs. "She is sopping wet down here, dude." "Lick it. I want to know what she tastes like," you instruct him. I felt Mike's tongue slide between my thighs while I fondled your balls and let your hard cock bang against the back of my throat. I opened my legs wide and let him have all he wanted as I bobbed my head up and down on your cock. I used my tongue to press your hard meat against the roof of my mouth for a tighter feel. After a few seconds he came up for air saying, "This is the sweetest pussy I've ever tasted. She's shaved! You gotta try it." He didn't wait for a reply before diving back in. My hips were bucking against his face as my mouth was devouring your cock. It was a race to see who would cum first. I thought I had you when Mike's tongue left my cunt. Without warning I felt his cock slide deep into my pussy with one full stroke. I would have screamed in passion had I not had your cock deep in my throat. My pussy walls constricted, milking him and taking me over the edge. I sucked your cock like a vacuum as I shivered through my orgasm. Before I was done you were holding my head and shooting your cum down my throat. When you shot your last drop you pulled free and exclaimed, "Mike, you have GOT to let her suck your dick man. She is unreal." Mike took a few more strokes then pulled free, leaving me empty and wanting more. He climbed onto the bed as you slid over giving him your space. I wasted no time in licking his cock clean of my juices and swallowing his hard cock. It wasn't long before Mike was pumping his cum right behind where yours had just gone. I swallowed his down and then sat back on my heels. "You guys still wanna go over to Newton?" I asked as I crawled up next to you on the bed. "Hell, no," Mike replied. "But I do want another beer." "Grab one for us too," you called after him as he stepped off the bed and headed to the kitchen. The movie was still playing as we settled side by side on the bed. I snuggled close and reached out to play with your limp dick as we watched. "Let me have some of that smooth pussy Mike was bragging bout," you ordered as you laid me back on the bed. I did as you wanted and opened my legs to allow you access. You climbed between my legs and dove right into my still quivering pussy. "MMMMM, Mike was right. This is good shit." My fingers found the back of your head and held you in place as your fingers slid into my wet tunnel. I was bucking against your face with you sucking my clit and fingering my cunt when Mike came back in with our beer. "What a sight!? Do you guys want a beer?" You came up only long enough to sneer at him, "Don't bother me man. Can't you see I'm eatin?" You doubled your efforts when you dove back down and had my ass rising off the bed in no time. When I finally came back to earth and you sat up to grab your beer, I looked over to Mike. He was watching us with his cock in his hand. He was stroking nice and slow as he enjoyed the live performance. I climbed past you and over to Mike's lap. I straddled across his hard cock and let myself drop slowly down. When I was in to the hilt I reached past him and grabbed my beer. After a few chugs I set the beer down and started rocking back and forth on the hard cock impaling my quaking pussy. Mike grabbed my hips and helped me to slide back and forth. I locked Mike in a passionate French kiss as yet another orgasm swept through my body. When I regained composure I looked over to see your cock raging up from your crotch. "Looks like someone else needs attention." "But I'm not done yet," Mike protested. "It's ok," you assured him. "You 2 lie down on the bed. Let her on top," you instructed. I had a good idea of what you had in mind and was thrilled at the prospect. We wiggled into the position you told us. Mike's cock was still planted firmly in my hot, wet pussy. I had my legs tucked under me putting my ass high in the air and open to you. I felt your hand on my cheek and your weight right behind me. "Now hold still until I tell you." I heard you spit into your hand and rub it across the head of your dick. It was a nice gesture but unnecessary as all the cum that had run down the crack of my ass had made it nice and wet. I felt the head of your cock against my tight hole and tried to relax to accommodate you. I had never had a cock in both holes at once. I wasn't sure I could do it but I was willing to try. Mike helped out by reaching his hands to my cheeks and pulling them open. He thrust his hips up, shoving me back against your invading tool. "OH MY GOD!" I screamed out as you sank in deep. "Are you ok?" you both asked with true concern. "Oh Fuck YES!!!!" I growled. "Just give me a minute. I can't believe how full I am. This is UNREAL!" After a few minutes to get used to all this cock in my nether regions, I slowly started to grind between the 2 of you. "That's it baby," you encouraged. "Fuck us both. Nice and slow." It was the most incredible thing I had ever felt. I had cocks in both of my fuck holes. I could feel one slide out as the other one slid in. My mind was a blur. I was cumming almost constantly. I hoped no one was home upstairs because I was howling like a bitch in heat. I am not sure who was fucking whom. I was rocking between the 2 of you in my own rhythm. My whole body was on fire. I couldn't get enough. Then I felt it. Mike tensed first. You were right behind him. Soon I felt both of you explode. You tried to ram both cocks deep inside and I took them as best as I could. My pussy and ass were convulsing, cumming right along with you. The three of us howled and bucked with ecstasy. When we were all exhausted we fell in a heap together in the bed. Arms, legs, and bodies were everywhere. Mike was the first to speak. "That was incredible." He opened his eyes and looked at me. "You aren't going to tell anyone are you?" "Who would I tell? This is just between the three of us," I assured him. "Besides if I told we wouldn't be able to do it again," I laughed as I untangled myself and tried to get out of bed. One of you grabbed me and pulled me back down as Mike said, "Just where do you think you are going? We aren't done with you yet." Evidently "again" is sooner than I thought... Car Trouble Ania was standing in front of the mirror brushing her long hair and admiring herself. She often thought she was slightly round as she was 5ft 4in tall with 34C tits. As she turned sideways she looked at looked in the mirror as she ran her hand along the curve of her arse. It's too big she said to herself. I walked in and said it's not too big and gave I a slap as I walked past. That's what it's great for pulling her onto my lap and giving her a kiss. I wondered down stairs to watch the news as she got ready to go to our friends for the evening. A few minutes later she came down wearing her jeans and tee shirt. The jeans showed the contours of her shapely body, and the tee shirt showed of her tits beautifully. It was a warm evening so there was no need to wear anything else. We jumped into the car and drove of towards our friends. As we drove down the country road we listened to some music which we both sang along to. We weren't driving fast when all of a sudden we turned the corner and there in front of us was a car with an guy under the bonnet. As he heard us coming he waved us down to stop and help him. We stopped and I got out to see what I could do. This car is past repair he said and slammed the bonnet down. He asked if we could you give me a lift to the farm down the road. No problem I told him, as he walked over to the car. Ania got out and said sit in the front and direct us, it will be easier. I could see the guy looking at Ania as she got out. He told us his name was Gavin, Ania introduced herself and said my name was Robert. We chatted as we drove down the lane to the farm where he said he lived. As we got to the farm we pulled up outside and as he got out he said would you like a drink for your trouble, Ania asked if she could use the loo please. Of course up the stairs the door on the left. She went in undid her jeans and sat down. On the wall was a large mirror, she thought it was strange as it seemed too large for the size of room. As she finished she got up and stood in front of the mirror to do her jeans up after smoothing her thong to prevent any lines in her jeans. What she had not realise behind the two way mirror was Gavin's brother, Robin and his black friend James, there are both healthy 18year olds. They nudged each other while they watched Ania in the bathroom. Ania heard Gavin shout out if she was OK, of course she answered. I got out of the car and was wondering around just looking at the land and farm buildings. As Ania came out of the toilet Robin and James came out of the room and stood in her way, she walked up to them expecting them to move so she could get past. They didn't they just stood there and each held an arm and pushed a dirty rag into her mouth. She started to struggle but James produced a knife and told her to stop or he would cut her. They dragged Ania into a room, quickly tying her to a chair and going down stairs. The left the house by the back door and made there way behind me. They grabbed a wrist pulled them behind me and quickly tied them together. There is no point shouting Ania is OK and no one will hear out here. They pushed me into the large front room where they had a video camera set up, lights and various ropes hanging from the ceiling. The pulled me over to a frame, untied my hands, spread my arms and legs and tied me to it. A few seconds later I saw Ania slung over James' shoulder, as he walked into the room. He put her down in the middle of the floor and told her not to move. Ania looked over to me with terrified look in her eyes. Gavin said that he had been asked to make a video of a young woman being bound, beaten and raped and it looked as tough Ania was going to be the lucky one. If you do as asked you will walk away with some money, a video for memories and maybe a sore back, cunt and arse. Of course as insurance we will send a copy of the tape to your work place and have someone come around and fuck you again, and again, and again. One girl tried to tellteh police and ended up whoring for us, tied up when she wanted to sleep and fucked the rest of the time. "OK untie her and set the camera rolling and let's start." Gavin said. James started the camera and the 3 of them circled Ania and started to touch her, pinch, slap, and lift up her clothes. Ania was getting scared and tried to make a run for it. "Get her James" Robin said. James had his arm around her waist and with the other hand grabbed the top of her tee shirt and ripped it down. Exposing her large tits. She thrashed about with her arms so Robin held them both in one hand and slapped her across the face, jarring her head to one side. Then with the back of his hand slapped it again. Getting the knife he slit her bra, spilling her tits out. Robin asked if she was going to be good and Ania spat in his face. "Just what I like" he shouted as he moved the knife around her nipple making a small incision but enough for her to feel it and see the blood start to run down her body. "OK" Ania screamed, "No more, please." They let her go and started to cut her jeans off of her. When it came to her thong James was standing behind her and he started to pull it tight. He then ran his fingers up and down her crack, into her cunt and he was amazed at how wet she was. They left her standing in the middle of the room while they walked over to me. "Get his clothes off" Gavin said " cut them off it will look better on the video." Within seconds I was naked. James grabbed Ania's hair and pulled her over to where I was tied. As Robin loosened a bolt I realised I was tied to a wheel. They swung me upside down and proceeded to tie Ania in a similar manner. He clit was by my face and my now hardening dick was poking her closed mouth. James held her nose she opened her mouth and my dick was fed into the waiting hole. While this was going on the camera was moved to the side of us and another which I hadn't seen behind Ania. Gavin came back with a selection of whips and canes, and a gruesome looking plastic object. He smeared some lubricant onto the shaft walked behind Ania and pushed it towards her cunt. She bent over to make it easier Gavin laughed and made a comment. He shoved it into her cunt pushed it in an out a few times and pulled it out. He then slipped it between her cheeks found her puckered hole and slowly pushed it into her arse. All the time Ania could not scream as she had a mouth full of my now hard dick and James had tied her head in place. Gavin stood back and admired his handy work smiling to himself. He went over to the table where all the whips were picked up one with a short handle and5 or 6 long leather strips attached. He swung it through the air and let it comedown on Ania's back. This went on for ages with wheals appearing everywhere, her thighs, legs, back and of course her arse. I thought she was going to bit my dick off but the opposite happened, she sucked harder and harder with every strike of the whip or cane. James came over to Ania and untied her head. He gripped her hair and forced her face onto my dick and forced her backwards and forwards making my dick go down her throat. "Untie her and bring her over here." Gavin said. James did as he was told but when he released her she fell on the ground. James grabbed a leg and dragged her over to sling hanging from the ceiling. I could not make out what it was until they picked her up and forced her into it. She had a stirrup for each legs, supporting her just behind the knees; one across her waist and her arms and one for her head and neck. They then pulled some ropes until she was suspended above the ground at about 3 feet. The slings on her legs were lifted making her cunt and arse open up for them. Gavin laughed when he saw the dildo still embedded in her arse. He pulled it out a tossed it across the floor. Ania was starting to get wetter because she knew what was going to happen next. She was going to get fucked by a 3 of them. James walked around to her head dropped the sling allowing her head to drop back. Ania watched upside down as James slowly stripped off his clothes. Ania gasped as she the size of his black dick. He held her head and fed his dick into her mouth and slowly face fuck her. In this position it was easy to take the full length into her throat without any problem. He just fucked her face and twisted her nipples but every so often stop with his dick all the way down her throat. He just liked the feeling of her throat contracting on his dick. Robin was between her legs and licking her out, she was enjoying it but it made her jump when he pushed his tongue up her arse. She had never had his before. "OK move away and rush at her and make it look like a rape. She is enjoying this too much." Gavin said. They backed off and moved in on her. James grabbed her hair and forced his dick into her mouth and right down her throat in one move. Robin was at the other end. He walked between her legs held onto her pubic hair and smashed his face into her cunt and sucked her. At one point he bit down on her clit making her thrash around. This gave Gavin the moment to start to whip her tits with the small leather whip. Robin stood up grabbed her hips and drove his dick into her cunt ball deep in one go. This made her swing backwards and force James' dick into her throat. They fucked her like this for ages each time Ania moved Gavin whipped her. They all changed places a few times. "I'm fed up with pussy I want her arse hole" James said. They pulled over a mattress and James laid down with his long black dick sticking up. Ania was lowered down onto his dick each time she said anything they slapped her arse and pushing her down cruelly onto the dick. When she was impaled they took the sling away Ania tried to get off but was held in place. Robin got between her legs and drove his dick into her cunt. Gavin walked to her head grabbed it and fed his dick into her mouth again. They had obviously done this before as the get into a rhythm quickly and soundly fucked Ania. As they came they got off of her, James just pushed her off and she rolled away. The video was turned off and they 3 got dressed. Robin came over to me and untied me. Gavin got some overalls and tossed them over for us to wear home. I got Ania dressed and helped her out to the car. The 3 guys came out and said that she was the best they had ever fucked and if she ever wants to come over just for a good fuck just turn up. We got into the car started it up and drove back down the lane. Not speaking to each other but I stroked Ania and asked if she was OK. She just smiled and nodded. We got home parked the car and went upstairs and ran the bath. I got Ania undressed and helped her into the bath. I got undressed and started to bathe her. As I reached over to get the soap I felt Ania licking my dick and finally take it in her mouth, as I softly soaped her cunt and tits. I came in her mouth got her out, dried her and put her to bed. As I got in I snuggled against her, she felt my soft dick put her hand behind her and got me hard and finally put my dick in her cunt and I slowly fucked her. Harder she moaned as she neared her climax. We still go that way when we visit our friends. Car Trouble = Double Trouble When the bang and flip flap sounds exploded under the hood both Carmen and Sharon screamed. Pulling to the roadside berm both asked, "What the hell was that?" After shutting off the car they decided to have a look. Neither was mechanically minded so just opening the hood was an effort. The pouring rain made the task almost humorous. Flashlight in hand it showed a belt had shredded and broken, down with the hood and back to the car they went. After a few laughs Sharon says: "Carmen you win... the wet T-shirt contest!" Her cropped tee fit snuggly to her ample breasts. Carmen replies " You should talk! Your nipples alone would win for you" True it was that Sharon had prominent nipples for her smallish tits. So much for being braless in the rain! The cell phones said No Signal so they felt helpless. Just as the decided to walk for help a pick-up truck stopped & relief was a possibility. Grabbing purses and their jean jackets they took his offer of a ride. He said he knew of NO service places open this late but there was a grill/bar about he had passed a few times on this road about 5 miles ahead. Carmen said, "Great we can phone from there!" He pulled into the parking lot of the Bear Grill, fitting name for this out-of-the way mountain place. He told them he had never been in there but they felt comfortable in having him drop them nonetheless. Busting through the door after their sprint in pouring rain across the parking lot, they got the attention of everyone in the place. 'Damsels in Distress' they were; but to all the guys in there they were not just 'hot young girls', rather cold, wet & 'women' for sure!!! Sharon was wearing daisy duke shorts, a buttoned shirt tied @ the waist with cowboy boots. Carmen was in a short cropped tee and very low rider jeans and flip flops. Both had their Levi jackets on & that gave them a false sense of modesty. Scanning the place they soon realized they were in a 'NO' star restaurant & bar. "You got a telephone in this dump?" yelled out Sharon. The bartender motioned down the back hallway. She then asked Carmen to get her a shot of Jose Cuervo and a Budweiser. Bartender didn't like Sharon calling his place a dump & he told Carmen just that. Carmen laughed and said that she also thought the place was pretty rundown and very dirty looking. Her comments were overheard by ole Joe. Now ole Joe was not the biggest guy there but he commanded respect by all who knew him. He walked toward Carmen and told her she was disrespectful for calling the place a dump. She told him: "Piss off " which went over not so well with Joe. He grabbed her elbow and swung her around. Carmen was almost 5'9" and athletic enough to handle herself so she swung her arm to lose Joe's grip and in the process landed her hand squarely on Joe's cheek. "Don't touch me you dirty old man!" and with that Carmen turned back to the bar to take her shot. As she threw back her shot she felt her head jerked back by Joe's grip on her hair, She lost her balance and tumbled to the floor. She got up swearing and raised her leg to kick Joe. He expected it and grabbed her leg and twisted her around. His grip on her pantleg pulled her low riders even lower, exposing her red thong. "Tell me that this place is not a dump!" demanded Joe. About this time Sharon was cussing from the hallway. "God damned phone is out of order you asshole! Why didn't you tell me?" Bartender said she had not asked, only where the phone was. She saw Carmen in Joe's grasp and ran to her aid. She started swearing at Joe and took a swing. He blocked it and told Sharon she need to mind her manners as much as Carmen. As he let go of Carmen's leg they both spewed profanities and turned to the bar. Joe approached again, this time with 4-5 other guys behind him. "Girls you need to apologize to the bartender and me & maybe we can help you." More profanities from the girls and a sudden kick from Sharon landed square in Joe's groin. Bad move for the girls as things were about to take a turn for the worse for them. They were each grabbed from behind and held by the elbows. Joe recovered and announced it was time for a little lesson on manners for these two! "Back to the pool room. Jimmy you got any rags we can tear into strips to tie these little hussies?" Kicking and swearing Carmen and Sharon were dragged to the back room where the pool table sat. "Off with their jackets and tie them tight." The girls had each of their legs tied to one of the pool table legs. Then their wrists were bound in front and pulled back behind their heads. A gag was put into their mouths and tied around their necks to their wrists. They were facing each other from opposite ends of the table and the look of fear had crept into each of their faces. Joe blindfolded Sharon and smiled at Carmen knowing she would watch. He pulled out a knife from his belt and laid the cold steel blade on Sharon's cheek. Carmen was trying to make noises to tell Sharon to stop protesting but to no avail. Joe's knife tip was drawn down Sharon's neck to her chest. She could tell now that he had something sharp and stopped squirming. He slid the back of the blade across her breasts and nipples. They were still cold and firm but now became more rigid from his blade. He drew the tip of the blade down her cleavage and her stomach to the top of her shorts. He leaned forward till his face was an inch from hers and with a sudden quick move he cut the button at her waistband, laying her jeans apart to the zipper. She shuddered and protested thru her gag. He whispered to her that if she would apologize he would stop. Her muffled "Fuck off' was apparant. "Suit yourself honey" as his blade came up her stomach and toyed with her navel piercing. The tip of the blade hooked the jewelry and pulled it hard. As she moaned from slight pain he brought the blade tip up her stomach to the knotted shirt tails. "Let's free you of this knot shall we?" with which he cut the knot allowing her top to fall apart, exposing her breasts. He got into her face again and whispered " If you squirm too much you could get hurt." With that he began to scrape all around her left nipple causing it to become very hard. The skin was soon scraped away and the pink nipple was soon raw flesh. He then did the same to her right nipple. "How about a shot of tequila & don't forget the lemon and salt." While he waited he looked at Carmen who had terror all over her face. Sharon's left nipple got a squirt of lemon that sent Sharon jumping. He put salt on her right nipple with the same result. Joe licked her salted nipple. After taking his shot he sucked hard on her left nipple biting while pulling away causing her to cringe. "Sharon if you apologize then I stop. Is that what you want?" Another 'Fuck off' was heard to which Joe announces that all in the bar should enjoy a shot 'on Sharon'! By the time the 8th guy had abused her nipples she had tears streaming down her cheek. He used his knife to cut her blouse off completely so she was now topless with hard red nipples. He removed her blindfold and walked to Carmen. They exchanged terrorize looks before Carmen's eyes were covered. Joe was fascinated by Carmen's low rider jeans and ran his blade along the waistband Reaching down the front of her jeans he paused to ask her if she wanted to apologize. Her muffled response was a yes but he persisted anyhow. One by one he cut the four buttons at her fly revealing a micro thong as red as could be. He then tugged on her jeans and they slid down. Running the blade tip up her leg in the back, across her buttocks and down her crack. Then he drew it up her inner thigh and down the other leg causing her to shudder. Around to the front he followed the top of the thong and then pushed it down with the blade. "Well well this girl has a little fur here guys, come see!" They all converged and one complained the thong blocked his view. Joe whispers to Carmen that he would have to cut her thong & hoped she didn't mind too terribly. One asks Joe if her lips were furry too. "Bend her forward and let's have a look see". He offers for the guy to check & he reaches between her legs causing her to try to stand up. "No fur but there is stubble, so maybe she didn't shave this morning". Another tells Joe he should shave her with his knife since she must like it bald. "Great idea don't you think Honey?" He proceeds to scrape her labia with his knife in an attempt to shave her. The attention to her lips caused them to swell and though she did not want to, she became wet. Joe noticed and asked each guy to check her out & see if they thought she was wet. "I am going to enjoy another shot of tequila with Sharon here so take your time & be thorough!" Sharon tried to protest knowing the pain salt and lemon was going to have on her raw sore nipples. Instead of that he got behind her and rached around to cup each breast. Just as the bartender brought his tequila he pinched and pulled hard on both of her nipples causing a muffled scream and intense squirming from Sharon. He spilled a little tequila on each nipple and sucked it off wile biting down. Then he leans in to Sharon and asks "Should we give a little shave to your girlfriend's pussy or shall we cut off her top first? Her fate is in your hands" Sharon tried to decide how to respond since she was learning that protests led to pain and Carmen is in danger anyway she decides. Each of the bar crowd fingered Carmen & just about then was when the last guy confirmed that Carmen's pussy was indeed getting wetter... ...To Be Continued in the next chapter. Car Troubles at Adult Theater Frank and his friend James arrive at the fitness club to work out together. As we start to working out, James begins to tell me a secret I couldn't believe. He says him and his wife Wendy are secretly living a swinger lifestyle for the last two years. And that it's mostly with black men. Really, black men?? Yes black men Frank, it's very satisfying to her and what a site it is. Wendy is a fitness model and super beautiful, so thinking of her having sex with big black men was great for the imagination. Frank they give Wendy something I can't, but the love is still there and it's just all about sex. You and Erin should try it sometime to spice up your sex life. Oh no James, there is no way Erin will be ok to do something like that. I thought to myself of how I fantasized of my wife with other men, but I never brought it up to her. When we go on vacation many men give her the eye, as she's also is a looker and has that Hotwife look that men of any age desire. That evening we went to an awards presentation for my company and Erin was dressed to impress in a very revealing sexy black dress showing a lot of her sexy legs. I was still thinking about what James told me about and looking at my sexy wife that night I started to like more the idea of her with other men. We had a good time and had dinner and drinks before the event was over. Erin had drank more alcohol then she was used to and on the way to the car I noticed she was actually drunk and needed help to get in the car. We drove home and avoided check points since I was sure that I was over the limit myself and wanted to avoid the authorities. This took is into a bad neighborhood with very seedy porn shops and lots of prostitutes on the street. Then all of sudden I hear a loud BOOM and the car comes to a complete stop. Seems like the timing belt had busted and I had to pull over to the nearest parking lot. What happened hunny? Erin says. Looks like the car has broke down and I have to call James to pick us up and deal with this in the morning. I then noticed we were in the parking lot of an adult theater that was about half full and also noticed two black men walking in the entrance. All those dirty thoughts of my wife with other men combined with James confession of Wendy gave me really bad idea. Erin I'm going to have to call James from inside this theater as my cell phone is dead, which was a lie. My wife was still drunk and looked so hot in that dress, that I wanted her to walk in there and see how all these horny men in there would react to her. After that go home and have wild sex with her. Obviously I was naive to what goes on in there, and what happens when couples like us walk in there. Babe you should come inside with me, this area is not safe to leave you alone here in the car. As we walk in we see many men walking around, some at the porn shop some walking in to the main theater. We notice that we are the only couple and now men started to notice our entrance. My wife is very sexy and it almost seems like a shock to them that our type was visiting this seedy adult theater. Oh my God Frank, this is a porn theater!! As my drunk wife finally realizes were we are. Yes babe, I wanted you to come inside for them to see how sexy a wife I have, it really turns me on when men lust over you. She looked over to me in shock and said, I never knew you had these feelings about how other men saw me. I can always tell when a man is attracted to me, but I would never share that with you. Like who? As we walked over to the porn movie rental section inside the theater. I don't know if I should tell you, but your friend James is the worst. Naturally I started to laugh and Erin looked confused. I'll tell you about him later. When we reached the porn movies I noticed every man there was responding to her presence with smiles, whispers and stares. This shockingly started to give me a boner and I couldn't control it, as they lusted on my classy sexy Hotwife Erin began to notice this and scanned the room with some fear and amazement at the attention she was getting. Then she reached eye contact with these two huge black men, but their stares were a lot different. They were looking at her more like they were already fucking her. Frank also noticed this and decided it was a good time to tell her James and Wendy's secret. He grabbed Erin's arm and took her over to the interracial section in the porn shop and looked back at the two black men with a curios look to see what they would do. Erin was mesmerized by the size of the black porn stars cocks in the covers of the porn DVD's. She then noticed that her husband was sporting a hard on and you could easily see the bulge on his pants. That's when he told her of their friends secret swinger lifestyle and how it also was a turn on for him to think of her having sex with black men. While they talked about this, the two black men were now on the next aisle and were staring at her sexy body and her perfect long legs and she was also wearing these very revealing heels showing her nice long sexy toes. Both turned around at the same time to catch the two men staring at her and then turned away quickly in shock and fear. Erin then said, Oh shit, are they coming over here? Obviously babe they are extremely attracted to you and then Frank grabbed his wife's dress and lifted it up to feel her crotch and discovered how wet and soaked her panties had become. Damn babe! You love this!! Erin then said, yes, I like the way they looked at me, like if they want to fuck me right here right now. Right when I was going to tell her that when we get home we should have wild sex and fantasize of them fucking her, the two men reached the interracial section and where right behind us. When one of them said, is your lady free game sir? Erin didn't look back but froze in shock. I turned around and ask, excuse me? Meanwhile her dress was not completely down from my crotch examination I had just finished doing, and they were just staring at her ass and not looking at me in the eye. They ignored my question and asked, hey lady you are fucking gorgeous! Erin turned around and pulled down her dress shaking in what I thought was fear, but these two men knew it was because she was turned on by the situation. Erin said, Thank you and was shaking while she said this to them. Then Erin shocked me and them by reaching over and grabbing what was now a pre-cum raging boner in my pants. Seemed that the huge BBC's on the DVD covers had made her loss control, and know she had to willing horny black men right next her wanting to fuck her. She started to jerk me off with my penis still in my pants, and said my husband just fantasies of me with black men. That's all I needed to hear and I started to cum in my pants right there!! Erin looked over at me while the black men started laughing, and said wow Frank you really like this. As I regrouped I told them I needed to go clean up at the restroom, they stayed with her there to chat some more. The two black men then asked if she ever had been with a black man and she said no. Well come with us to the theater so you can see it n screen. Well maybe I should wait for my husband to come back from the bathroom. Nah, he'll find us, let's go they are playing an interracial movie right now. Frank's drunken wife then leaves with these two big black strangers alone to theater. Frank finally finishes cleaning up and decided it's time to call James so they can get a ride home so he can fuck his wife silly after what just happened. James started to laugh and then said; you guys need to get the fuck out of there!! Why James? Any couples that walk in that theater are perceived to be swingers and they are going to try to fuck Erin if you don't leave quickly. Oh shit James!! What Frank? Erin is gone! Looks like she went alone with two black guys inside the theater! Say what Frank?? Two black guys?? Frank I was just sharing our lifestyle, didn't think you even liked what you heard. Well I'll tell you about that later, just get your ass over here and pick us up. When he walked in to the theater it was really dark and he couldn't find his wife as she wore a black dress that evening. Finally he found her and the two black guys were sitting on either side of her and they were already fondling her boobs as she looked in amazement at the interracial movie that was playing. The black man in the movie was huge!! At least looked like 11 inches as he devoured this sexy blonde deep in her pussy. I realized there was no way to stop this and decided to sit behind them to see how far my wife would let this go. My wife had no idea I sat behind them and it now seemed they were either rubbing her pussy or fingering her, as her head went back in ecstasy and her body movements showed she was being molested. I was so turned on by this, that I started to get hard again. WTF are we doing here?? That damn timing belt busting placing me and my classy sexy white wife in a seedy adult theater and two complete strangers were molesting her in public view for any other men in the theater to see. Then one of the black guys stood up and started to unbuckle his pants to pull out his cock and my first reaction was to get up and stop this! It was going too far!! But these dudes were huge and my wife just sat there with her head back and legs probably wide open for their enjoyment and she didn't care. In fact she was in complete lust and had let herself go. Was she going to suck him off?? This was too much for me and I pulled out my cock and started to stroke it in anticipation on what she would do when she realized one of them wanted a bj from her. But it all happened differently. He just grabbed the back of her head as if he couldn't resist this classy white beautiful wife there to be used. They probably never had a women like this before. He then forced his huge penis in her mouth without warning and started to pump her face. Her body jumped up in shock as she realized what he had done and she submissively continued to let him pump her face. She could barely take his BBC in her throat and started to make loud choking sounds that most of the men in the theater could hear. They started to notice that some real action was going on and almost like this was normal to them some got up and walked in our direction to see what was going on. Then the other black guy got down between her legs to eat her pussy for her enjoyment, telling his friend, "I'm going to eat this sweet married pussy homie, she fuckin soaked!!" That's when the black guy getting sucked noticed I was sitting behind them and I was stroking at the shocking turn of events in our visit here. And he just smirked in amusement, as if to say, yeah I got my black dick in your sweet white wife's mouth!! Erin now started to moan and looked down as he was doing a great job munching driving her to orgasm. She now could take a good look at his BBC and just stroked it and gazed in amazement at its size. She had never touched one that huge before as he was packing at least a good thick 9 inches!! He looked over at me again and then just violently grabbed my horny drunk wife and turned her over on all fours on the seat, pulled her dress up and ripped her panties off violently. It was like he thought I better dip my BBC in this hot white bitch before this husband changes his mind and takes her away. I had no time to react!! She was now facing me but had her head down and still didn't see I was sitting there the whole time watching this unfold. His friend by now was out of the way and he started to unbuckle his pants and now noticed me also and gave me a hard look, as if to say "Don't fuck this up" Then in one big thrust, he entered my wife's tight pussy bareback and her head looked up in pain and shock were she caught eye with her husband with his dick in his hands masturbating at the incredible development. We looked in to each other's eyes as he pounded her deep and hard. She moaned in pleasure and pain like she never had before. This caused all the men in theater to walk over and watch this in amazement finding this super hot classy lady getting slammed by BBC right in front of them. They were all either white or Asian men who apparently came here to see interracial porn and instead they get to see it live right in front of them. What I didn't know yet was that James had arrived and brought his sexy wife Wendy with him. They had been watching some of this and Wendy sneakily got on her knees and crawled towards me to surprise me and suck my cock. She popped up and said hey sweety!! And pulled my hand off my cock and started sucking. WTF!! Who?....hey!..Is that you Wendy?? Yes Frank, I always wanted to corrupt you and laughed then kept sucking on my cock. My wife could see this as she was getting fucked and now both of us had crossed the line, just because the car broke car down. Wendy then jumped on top of me without warning and buried my cock in her warm pussy. She smelled and looked amazing and started to kiss me as she went up and down on my shaft. Now the men watching were walking in very close to see the action and some already had their cocks out stroking their meat. While Wendy and I continued fucking I heard this big kick and we both looked back and saw that the other black guy had kicked and broke the seat to then laid down my wife for his turn on her. Wendy and I looked in amazement as he laid her down missionary and quickly stabbed her with his long 10 inch penis and my wife screamed in pain as he pumped with no mercy deep in her tight white pussy. That's when the other black guy jumped over to our row went over and sprayed his cum all over her pretty face. The sight of this and this totally hot women fucking me who was my friends wife made me bust a load deep in Wendy's pussy as we kissed and hugged each other tightly. We both looked at each other in shock as we were such good friends for so many years, and here I had just pumped my seed deep inside her. The naughtiness of this act between us made me kiss her again passionately as Wendy was so hot and I had just fucked her. It was like I wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to enjoy her just a little bit more. While we kissed passionately we didn't notice the situation with my wife had got out of control. As we gathered ourselves and Wendy slipped her panties back up. We look over to see what was happening with my wife and to our shock all the men were lining up to cum on my wife's face. Erin was lifeless laying there taking this huge BBC as her body was moving violently from his deep aggressive thrust and her beautiful face was glazed with strangers cum. Wendy noticed I was going to go get her but she stopped me and said, just let it go, there is no stopping this now, as this was all being encouraged by the black guy who had already finished enjoying my wife. Then James walked up and padded my back from the row behind us and said welcome to the club buddy, you and Erin are now swingers with this big grin on his face. I looked at him like he was crazy, this was way over board and wasn't why I brought her in here, but I too had lost control. Finally the black guy fucking Erin came in this last violent thrust and I realized that a stranger had seeded my wife!!! He pulled out as if in triumph and yelled "Hell ya, that was some sweet tight white pussy" Then quickly zipped up and walked away and left her there while two other strangers were removing her dress completely to be able to cum on her white supple breast. The next five minutes, stranger after stranger walked up and cummed on my wife. Some on her face, others one her breast and some even cummed on her beautiful feet while still in her heels. When they all got there turn to cum on her, one of the black men finally said, OK you can have her back hubby and don't forget to bring her here again on Monday afternoon when they are playing interracial movies again. Me and Wendy help Erin get dressed and we used James jacket to wipe off the semen that was all over her body. As we quickly walked out of the theater, other men who had just arrived in the entrance stared at us in disappointment like they knew what they missed out on. As they drove us home there was an uncomfortable silence, but James had a huge grin on his face the whole way. My wife just sat in the car looking out the window speechless not looking in my direction. I don't know what was going through her mind, but I now regretted my decision to go in the theater even though I enjoyed watching her with those black guys. Right before they arrived at our house Wendy abruptly asks, So Erin, would you ever do that again?? You will get her answer in part 2 :)