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The Event

By: Water Tiger



Marlene hated going to these type events. They bored her to no end, the people, politics and overall forced niceness that everyone showed to people they disliked. It was a chance to wear her short black dress or as she called it her "hottie dress". He didn't seem to notice, but then again he didn't seem to notice much of anything when these events came up. She looked much younger than her just over 50 drivers license told her. Her work ethic paid off in the gym, she was very shapely, her large breasts and flat tummy just enhanced her firm ass and legs. Her long hair was pulled up high, the little black dress made her tan arms and legs even more noticeable. It was warm so she opted not to wear anything underneath to include hose, she felt a tad naughty with only her dress and her black ankle strapped high-heeled shoes on.

The organizers of the event had the bright idea to go without sit down tables, too much effort for protocol, pull it ensured the high rollers could come and go as they pleased. So everyone walked around with the finger food plates constantly handing them off to white jacketed waiters.

She first noticed him from a distance; he was the type who always-entertained people when he spoke had a good story for everyone to enjoy. He was probably mid thirties and looked very sharp in the tux, it fit too well; this wasn't a rental, yet he wore it like anyone would wear shorts and a t-shirt. She was a little shocked when their eyes met, and just like that he stopped talking, even his little following turned to look at what halted him in mid-sentence. She quickly turned away so not to embarrass either one of them. Yet she smiled to herself and thought, yes girl you still have what it takes! The lights flickered and the MC asked the group to gather to hear the guest speaker. 

She looked around for her better half, but it was a lost cause in the sea of people, plus with the dimming of the lights in the great hall and everyone wearing identical dark clothes made this search futile from the start. She hated to be in the middle and for people to be around her, so she made her way to the side of the hall, at least she could lean against the wall if the distinguished gentlemen on stage got too windy. As she slowly moved through the masses she hoped to maybe catch a glimpse of the younger man that caught her eye, but fat chance of that happening. After the lights were down and the introduction was made she settled in for the typical speech that was sure to be the fodder for the Saturday morning news talk shows. 

She didn't so much see him, as she was aware that he was there. Something made her heart skip a beat as she felt his face come close to her ear, close enough for his cheek to touch her hair. In a pleasant whisper he said, "I don't think we've ever met, but I must say that I think you look stunning this evening". She turned to say "thank you", but he didn't move, so her lips came only a fraction of an inch away when she said it. She could have turned away but as their eyes met again, she knew this man was different. In the darkness he pressed up against her, running his hand unseen over her ass up her flank to her left breast. Gentle and firm, he was like a big cat toying with his prey. 

He then caressed her left arm down to her hand and then guiding it back to his front he pressed it to his crotch. She could feel him grow through the trousers, the feeling of his cock in her hand almost made her light headed, she couldn't believe she was doing this, yet there was no way she wanted to stop. He then resumed the gentle massage from her ass to her breast and down again. He leaned to her ear again and said, "Would you like to feel it?" All she could do was nod up and down, her freshly shaved pussy started pulse and she could feel her lips starting to swell. He unzipped his fly and guided her hand to his now hard shaft. The feel of the hot hard cock was close to too much. 

She leaned back against him and smiled. He asked her if she was okay, and she turned and replied "yes", and mentioned to him she didn't have any panties on. He then leaned back to her and asked her if he could have permission to touch her. She smiled and thought a stranger is feeling her up and he still has the courtesy to ask her if it's okay to touch her pussy! She again nodded her approval and adjusted her stance and parted her legs. He reached up underneath her dress and pressed his fingers against her lips. He was skilled and took his time running his fingers the length of her now soaked cunt. She couldn't believe the words that came out of her mouth next, she said "in me, put your fingers in my cunt". She squeezed his cock to make her point, she wasn't asking it was a demand, and the way word "cunt" came out of her mouth made it even more exciting. 

He then pushed a finger inside her, it was warm and she pressed her pussy around it. Then another slipped in, and then a third. He worked them in and out in a soft rhythmic fashion. This felt too good to be true, she was thinking about the cock she was holding, and in the less than 5 minutes that this entire episode had began, she was wondering what this strangers cock would feel like in her. Then as if reading her mind he kissed the back of her neck and ear and whispered, "I want to fuck you beautiful lady". This brought her back to a temporary moment of reality. What was she doing? In the middle of speech, in the middle of the people who craved to hear about this type of antics? She looked at them, all smiles laughing at the speaker's old jokes and enthusiastically clapping at the right moment. 

They could have been a million miles away or both could be naked, since no one even gave them so much as a glance.

She had reached the point where prudent judgment gave way to the animal urge to have this young lover fill a part of her that had had its fair share of neglect recently. Her reply was to remove her hand and in doing so pulling his cock out. She let go only to reposition herself to be less conspicuous to anyone who might look at him or her. Then she ever so slowly peeled up the back of her dress up for him. He looked down at her firm tanned ass and guided his cock to her waiting lips. She took a deep breath as his head parted her lips. 

She took the initiative and pushed back against him. He entered her like it was custom fit. He was not huge, but it felt so good to feel a hard cock in her pussy after such a long time. They stood locked for a fraction of a second before he ever so slowly started to move in and out of her. Not the long strokes, but short quick ones that wouldn't catch the attention of people around them. She attempted to look calm, staying focused on the speaker, all the while drinking in the feelings of what was taking place. He pressed himself close to her and said he better stop, he didn't want to get too excited and make a mess. 

She turned half facing him and said, "No, I want your cum in me, it will be okay, trust me, now fill my hole with your sperm". This again was not a request but a demand. She could hear him breath a little harder, and then she felt his cock become rigid, he stopped and then she felt it. Then just as the first wave of her own orgasm rocked her, she felt the hot injection of his cum shooting in her. For a second she thought he would keep going, but finally after six or seven blasts he stopped. He leaned heavily against the wall, still inside her as they both recovered from their climaxes. He made a halfhearted attempt to withdraw, but she shook her head and told him no, stay inside me as long as you can. In a minute or so the speaker was wrapping up his "sales pitch" to the gathering. She slowly let him ease out, and they rearranged themselves during the final applause and musical fanfare. 

As the lights came back on the volume of the room turned on like a switch with the instant discussions taking place on what was just said or not said. For the first time they turned and faced one another. He was just as handsome up close as from a distance. Even though what had just taken place, there wasn't any uneasy feelings or awkwardness. He made her feel like they had known each other forever. They smiled and the twinkle in his eye told her that this was not a "one night stand" (no pun intended). He moved an imaginary hair from her face, just to get the chance to touch her cheek; he told her that she was without a doubt the sexiest woman he had ever had the pleasure to meet. He then said "and I don't even know your name?" They finally introduced themselves to each other. She could tell that when he told her last name that he was indeed impressed.

As people started to break up around them and move about, he asked her if it might be possible for them to meet again to discuss art or music or the latest news from wall street.

Without him knowing she had dipped her finger in her tightly closed cum filled pussy, she put the now cum covered finger in his mouth and said that she'd think about it as he sucked it clean. She removed her finger and stood in front of him and smiled. She turned and took a couple of steps away before turning and telling him, "Tomorrow morning at my place, I think you'll be able to find me". As she searched for her husband she thought that no one had made her feel like that in years, and as the slight trickle of cum eased out of her she knew it wouldn't be the last time that she had her fill of him.

The Event



I was looking forward to attending the gala event this evening. It was some fundraiser for something or other, it didn't really matter, there's something exciting about getting all dressed up and rubbing shoulders with the "beautiful" people no matter what the occasion. 

I decided to wear my long, black silk evening gown, with a side slit that was thigh high. In this dress, panties and bras were going to be a no-no, lines underneath would mess up the beauty of the dress. Besides, I always enjoy being a little "naughty". 

I was just finishing up my make-up and putting up my long blonde hair when my date for the evening, Michael showed up to whisk us off. Michael was someone who was a frequent dinner date of mine. He was tall and sexy, with smooth mahogany skin and he looked great in a tuxedo. We always had a great time together, whether we were going out, or "staying in". Michael was the perfect partner, hot and sexy, and generous in and out of bed. And he had a huge cock, which is always a plus.

I couldn't help but rub my silk covered body against him as I walked past him. I ran my hand down the front of his slacks, feeling his bulge begin to harden. "Don't worry, hon," I told him, "this will be an evening we won't soon forget." These would turn out to be prophetic words!

We got to the dinner ball, went through the buffet line and soon found our table, making small talk with people along the way. We found we were seated with a lively group of people, and we enjoyed our food, the music and the conversation of our tablemates. 

Michael was receiving appreciative glances from all the women in our immediate area, and I caught more than one man glancing at the long length of thigh that my sexy dress was showing off. I was glad to be there, but was looking forward to the end of the evening also, all the attention we were getting was making me horny. I was more than ready for an hour or two of great sex.

After an hour or so, I excused myself to the ladies room. While I was standing at the mirrored sinks, I saw another woman enter behind me out of the corner of my eye. I checked my lipstick and started to turn to go, when I felt a presence right behind me. Glancing in the mirror, I saw a tall, attractive brunette peering over my shoulder.

"Excuse me for saying this," she said in a husky voice, "but you look good enough to eat!" Shock showed in my face as I felt her warm breath on my neck and her hands smoothing down my hips to my upper thighs. I was used to being hit on by all sorts of men, but never before had I had a woman show an attraction to me. 

"If I am being out of line," she said, "please let me know. But you shouldn't be surprised that someone other than a guy would find you irresistible!" Her statement mirrored my thoughts exactly. 

I hadn't yet found my voice, so I slowly shook my head no, the feeling of her small hands rubbing my silk dress over my thighs was driving me crazy. My pussy was hotter at that moment than any man had made it for a long time.

Staring at her sexy, dark eyes in the mirror, my nipples puckered and hardened, making her see how aroused I was becoming. "Mmm, such pretty little things," she breathed in my ear. 

"My name is Stacy," she said. "I've been watching you all evening and I just had to follow you in here to see if there was a chance that I could get to know you."

"Hello, Stacy, I'm Cheri," I finally responded. "So, are you going to find out if I really am good enough to eat?" A feisty look in my eyes showed her that I was up for it.

Stacy led me to a sitting area that was off to the side of the ladies room. And she had come prepared. As we crossed to the room, she pulled a small "out of order" sign from her purse, hung it on the door knob, and closed and locked the door.

As soon as the door was locked, Stacy had her hands all over me, her pretty pink nails grazing the skin on my shoulders and thighs. We moved to the couch, Stacy kneeling between my spread thighs. Her hands skimmed my silky dress up around my hips.

"Oh, no panties tonight," she said with delight. "And what a pretty pussy we have here." I blushed, I had forgotten about not wearing panties this evening, but was glad now that I hadn't. And I was glad I took extra care to trim up the blonde bush that framed my sweet box.

"I've never done anything like this before, Stacy," I told her. "I've never been with a woman this way before, but I think I may like it." 

"I can guarantee you will," she said with a grin.

Her little pink tongue licked out between her lips and I felt a jolt in the core of my being. I have been blessed (or cursed) with an extremely responsive nature, my pussy lips immediately began to swell and harden and I could tell my hot response pleased Stacy to no end.

She began licking and stroking my inner thighs, I was moaning softly and squirming at the exquisite sensations she was causing in me.

"Oh yes," I breathed. This was the sweetest torture I had ever experienced in my thirty or so years of life. 

The tip of her tongue grazed my throbbing clit and a spear of pleasure shot through me. I almost screamed with the joy I felt. Stacy began lapping and sucking on my hot cunt and I was cumming within seconds. 

"Oh my God," I purred. Aftershocks of my first orgasm with a woman sending jolts through me to the tips of my toes.

I continued to watch her sweet mouth, red lips covered with my slick juices, working on my pussy like she was a woman possessed. I felt my next orgasm begin to build as she slipped two perfectly manicured fingers inside my hot, wet hole. She stroked my tight cunt with her fingers, and as muscles tightened and contracted around them, she latched onto my swollen nub and lightly bit me with her sharp little teeth.

Waves of ecstasy ripped through me. "Oh, ohh...Stacy," I yelped. I didn't have the words to describe how awesome she was making me feel. 

"I know," I heard her muffled reply. "It's an amazing feeling isn't it, having someone who knows exactly what you need, fucking you!"

She rose up between my legs, nuzzling my hard, sensitive nipples through silk. Again I jumped as if branded. "You taste better than you look," she whispered in my ear. I could smell my scent covering her face, and it sent me over the edge again as she worked magic with her hands on my hot hole.

"Now, I think I'd like to taste you," I told her. I couldn't believe how bold I was being, but the feelings she brought out in me couldn't be denied. "I'd like to sample what I'm in for, for the rest of the night." I knew then that Stacy would be coming home with me when the evening was over.

"Okay," she said, "a quick taste, and then we really should be getting back, your date is probably wondering where you disappeared to." I knew he probably was, but once he found out, I was sure that he wouldn't mind in the least!

Stacy stood in front of me, legs spread. I dropped to my knees, worshipping her long tanned legs and eager to experience my first taste of another woman. I ran my hands inside her skirt, bunching it up around her waist. To my surprise, Stacy wasn't wearing any panties either! I guess I wasn't the only "naughty" girl here this evening. Her pussy was already wet and glistening, framed by closely shaved dark, brown hair. 

"Just do to me what you like to have done to you," she told me as I hesitated.

I put my mouth on her and tasted her tangy essence. Soon I was licking her like I was starving and nipped at her large clit. Stacy was moaning and whispering words of encouragement to me, telling me exactly what she liked. I was a willing student and followed her instructions to the letter. I found that eating pussy was second nature, and the more I was doing it, the more I liked it.

She tensed as her orgasm began. "Cheri, suck my clit baby..." she bit out between clenched teeth. I wrapped my lips around the huge nub and suckled it, stroking it with the tip of my tongue. She hollered, and I felt her cum covering my chin and running down my neck. Her hands were buried in my hair, holding me to her as wave after wave buckled her knees. My hands on her tight, little ass were the only thing holding her upright. 

"You are a very quick study," she breathed, "but we really should be getting back now." I nodded in agreement, but was reluctant to move from between her legs. 

"I'm going to let my date know I'm leaving," I told her. "You are coming with me aren't you?"

Stacy winked at me, grinning and said there was no way I was leaving without her tonight. We straightened our dresses, helping each other, but knowing the wrinkled fabric left a tell-tale sign of our rendezvous. Stacy tried to put my tumbled hair back in order and we both joked and laughed softly, remembering just how my hair had gotten to that state in the first place.

We opened the door and left the sitting area together, Stacy taking her "out of order" sign with her. Several women gave us curious glances as we left the room. If they only knew!

"I came here by myself tonight," she said, "so I'll just stick with you, okay?" I had the feeling she didn't want to let me out of her sight for a second. 

"That's fine," I said. "My date, Michael, is sitting right over there." Pointing Michael out to her, I saw her eyes widen in appreciation. He really did look hot in his tux.

"How about asking him to join us," I asked her. "As wonderful as this experience has been for me, I am truly a girl at heart, and I feel that a huge cock was the only thing that was missing."

"A huge cock?" she replied with a sparkle in her dark eyes. "Well, of course, I would never turn that down!" Relief must have shown in my face, now I was truly going to have my cake, and EAT it too!!! "A woman after my own heart," I joked with her.

I walked up to Michael, Stacy close on my heels. 

"There you are," he said with a grin, "I thought you'd ditched me!" "No way sexy," I said, "but I think I would like to call it a night" I gave him a quick kiss on the mouth, Stacy's sweet juices, now dry, still covering my face. I knew he had to be able to smell her musky scent on me.

"It's still pretty early," he said. "Are you sure?"

"I'm absolutely positive," I said. "And I can promise you it will be worth your while!"

Michael suddenly noticed Stacy, hovering behind me. He gave me a questioning smile. Glancing back and forth between us, a knowing look dawned on his face.

"Yep," I said smiling, "it's exactly what your thinking." "Michael, I would love for you to meet my new friend, Stacy." "So, if you think you're up for sharing your big dick with two sweet pussies, then I suggest you go and get our coats!"

Michael stood quickly and I saw the outline of his rigid cock through his pants. Darting a look at Stacy, I saw that she too had seen what Michael had to offer.

Grinning at me, Stacy said, "I believe this is going to be the start of something terribly good, don't you?" Nodding enthusiastically, I couldn't have agreed with her more, and my prophetic words from earlier in the evening were coming back to me with a vengeance.



The Event



....With her arms around me she brought me into a room off the hall that consisted of only a table. This room had no windows and was rather plain. She took me by my hips and guided me to the table and insinuated with the movements of her hands on my hips that she wanted me to prop myself upon the table. I listened because I would do anything she wanted me to I was so mesmerized by her.

She ran her fingers through my hair and chills ran like water down my spine

She graced my neck with her fingertips and I thought I might die from the pleasure, for my neck has always been the most sensitive part of my body. She leaned in and kissed my cheeks ever so gently my neck the corners of my mouth, until she was on my lips, her soft lips resting upon mine an invitation I surely didn't decline. When I felt her lips part I knew her desire was to have her tongue enter my mouth and meet with my tongue. Soon enough her tongue was with mine slowly caressing and I lived in the moment between her soft tongue kissing and her fingers on my neck I could forget about k forever, maybe... her fingers fell from my neck to my back where she slowly unzipped my dress and it fell below my breasts and in this instance she took her wandering hand and used her finger tips to outline the outer most part of my nipple. She parted from me now slowly but parting all the same and although I was disappointed I was curious of what might happen next. She left the room and I sat in awe while my breasts were just hanging out of my dress. She came back with rope, but rope covered by a sheer ribbon and guided my arms behind my back and tied my wrists together ever so gently but tight enough to restrict me. Now my breasts were really pronounced as though my arms being tied behind my back made me arch in such a way as if I was showing them off. She walked behind me and kissed my neck once again and I fell into a hypnosis my eyes slowly opened and closed and when I heard footsteps that did not belong to Linda I opened my eyes to find k standing in the door way watching. I froze from humiliation and I felt borderline ashamed. From behind Linda felt my anxiousness and rubbed my shoulders.

"Oh honey you're so tense, you need not be afraid of him " She said.

She continued to kiss my neck and fondle my breasts

My cheeks were hott with shame and he continued to watch Linda make sweet love to my half naked body.

What could he be thinking? He was neither smiling nor was he frowning, still so serious as usual. She pulled me slowly back to lie on the table and pulled untied my wrists until she pulled them over my head and re-tied them together. She walked in front of me running her fingertips along my arms, my breasts, down my stomach, and under whatever was left of my dress dangling around my waist she caressed the outer lobes of my vagina, I didn't know how to react. Here we were at K's good friend's house and I was getting all the attention, I felt so selfish I wanted to apologize but when she stuck a finger within me and used such pressure with it on the most pleasurable spot my mind went blank and I gasped. She continued to prod inside and I thought that I might lose my mind and he would watch me do so. Sweat came now naturally as it always did when I was being all worked up down their I felt so dirty this is not a reaction I had wished to show off in the past especially to someone like k who I was incredibly intimidated by. I heard him walk closer to the table and between the anxiousness and the pleasure I thought that I might come that very instant. She must have leaned down in front of me because now I felt her mouth on me kissing and licking the outside of my vagina with her finger still inside. I wanted to come but I felt bad I kept holding back, he couldn't see me do something so animalistic he couldn't possible find it an honorable thing to watch me loose all inhibition all control. He came closer now over the table looking at my wet with sweat body walking around the table and observing my wet cunt. I closed my eyes tight for I wasn't sure if I could handle any reaction that came from him. I felt him then with his fingers on my face caressing and in an instant grabbing it startled me he squeezed the bottom of my face hard and I squinted my eyes open in a fearful curiosity he smirked and smacked me lightly in the face.

I see you are the guest of the hour? Are you enjoying yourself?

I said nothing paralyzed with pleasure and tension

Well??! 

He smirked and chuckled a bit, "you're lucky I choose you to bring to Linda's she seems to be enjoying you as well." 

I sighed when I realized he wasn't angry with me.

You're going to be used allot tonight, Linda and I have invited other guests who would like to experience a taste of your body as well as a good sex show.

I shuddered to think of how that might go. He came behind me and pulled my arms back and tied them to the legs of the table now I couldn't get up. Slowly but surely I wouldn't be able to control anything that might happen to me due to my increased restriction. I felt Linda leave my vulnerable soaking cunt. 

I won't be gone for long she reassured me sensually.

She left the room, and now it only was me and k, my legs still wide open in shock from all the stimulation he came in front of me now watching my cunt possibly dripping and looking so shameful he leaned down in front of me and I inhaled sharply and held my breath my eyes closed tight but he only went down to tie my legs open to the other legs of the table. 

You won't be moving much, this will ensure you won't get away and everyone wins.

He stood over me 

Open your eyes I want you to watch everything that happens to you, watch you receive all you deserve.

He grabbed my throat snug when I didn't comply and smacked my face hard three times

Open your eyes!

My eyes filled with tears and now I really didn't want to open them but he grabbed my throat harder and I complied before he killed me.

That's more like it 

You should not fear losing control for I control you now, I will tell you what you need to do

If nothing is said you will do what others ask of you and I assure you, you will enjoy it.

I swallowed back saliva that had been building up in my mouth but despite all that my mouth was still dry. 

I heard Linda talking to someone outside the room and coming closer, k went to the door and locked it, and maybe he wasn't ready for the guests to see me??

He came up to me now and stood in between my legs, he ran his hands up my ribs up to my breasts he cupped both hands over my breasts and squeezed them so hard I bit my lip he took his fingers then and squeezed my nipples I cried and he smacked my face

Your welcome! I want to hear you thank me every time I touch you every time I hurt you and every time I fuck you.

..Thank you...sir

He is my protector my direction my master

He has fallen victim to the Electra complex dictation, my father fixation, and now he is making me feel like the victim once again turning everything around since day one.

My epiphany it fills me, I know inside I'm happy 

And in a moments time of my thoughts distracting me

He has entered my went cunt roughly

He grabs my face while he fucks me so deep so hard I can feel him hit my inner walls all the way to my cervix, he keeps eye contact the whole time. 

You are such a good girl you always were since day one

How do I make you feel? He continues as he fucks me

I feel grateful even a bit overwhelmed sir thank you, thank you so much sir!

And I cry from being overwhelmed from the pain from the pleasure 

its only him and me I feel in this moment in time and he lets go of my face and grabs my hips to better thrust himself deeper until I'm whining from the pain, he slows his thrusts to prolong the torture and when the sharp thrusts cease to continue and he pulls out from me he squeezes my cheek and kisses my head

Thank you sir

I close my eyes and smile 

What a surreal life I lead

Once my fantasies but only a dream, somehow I kept them so far away

For so long I would think of them and for them to come true id pray

That for just a day I would have what I have now, It wasn't about the sex, it was purely mental and rational and only in a world in which others like me would understand.

I had a unique love for this man, as if he was my maker and I would do anything to please him.

K went to the door and unlocked it, I suppose he wanted me before someone else had me first. When Linda came in she had another woman and 3 other men with her all dressed for the occasion in high class business suits. Although just being taken by the man who I was most intimidated by one would think that anything other then that would appear as a piece of cake but I still had my fears. Ive never been so vulnerable in front of so many strangers. They walked in and saw me just laying their, their was no shock in their expression so I assumed this was something they were used to and it helped me to better feel at ease. I knew I didn't have anything to worry about because Linda and k were here, no matter how much I might be tortured I know it will only make me stronger. 

One of the men from the group came to me just to observe at first I guess, he ran his fingers over my body and I got the chills, I looked over to see if k was watching with approval and he was, the man started pressing on the outer lobes of my vagina and then decided to stick two fingers inside just to get an idea of how tight I was perhaps and what I felt like, 

Id like you to squeeze my fingers, can you do that for me?

I nodded and squeezed myself around his fingers as tight as I could and I heard a sigh of satisfaction escape him.

He started thrusting his fingers in and out and when he decided they weren't traveling smooth enough he put them in his mouth and then slid them back inside of me. The man knew very well what he was doing. He curved his fingers at the perfect angle to hit my g-spot and looked up every few seconds to see my reaction, I was holding my breath in fear of making obnoxious sounds but he jammed his fingers faster and harder with determination to make me scream, I was unable to hold back I was sweating and panting and whining and this really worked him up for now while he was roughly finger fucking me he had his genitals out and was stroking them to the visual of my orgasmic experience. Every time I looked like I was going to come so did he and it turned me on that it turned him on that I was turned on. I've always been so self conscious about being in such a vulnerable barbaric state but perhaps today would be the day I normalize it.

He pulled his fingers out when he thought that he might come and he then squeezed my nipple hard as his came all over my breasts, something so satisfying about this moment I couldn't describe after he came he continued to play with my breasts and now the woman walked over.

She had quite the look in her eye, quite devious but she wanted to play this I know. I can tell she couldn't wait to get her hands on me, and this excited me. she started off her fun by sliding her finger in the folds between my vagina, then she squeezed my clitoris hard with her fingers out of nowhere and I cried out she laughed and continued her cruel games. She moved her hands up to my breasts and squeezed them too then my nipples harder than the other man did and that hurt the most. She decided after to smack my face repeatedly and I felt my cheeks turn red the heat from the blood the tears filled my eyes and as she was smacking me in an instant her fingers were jamming in my vagina pounding my cervix and she was looking me dead in the eye and our eyes locked for what feels like forever and when she looks down I roll my head to the side and look at K and he is standing their just watching, is he proud of me? I look to my other side and I find the other man touching himself I guess to the sight of this girl rough housing my body she grabs my face and points me in the direction of her glare she wants to see the pain in my eyes she wants to see me crack and cry out and beg her to stop and then beg her to continue. She spit in my face, I couldn't tell if she hated me or she was stimulated by my submission to her, being dominated by a woman is new to me being I was only used to Linda's soothing touch. I longed for K to treat me this way I had a feeling he might one day. She wants to play with toys she takes out a vibrator and while she's literally choking me she has it pressed hard against my clit and I'm begging her now

I can't, I can't it's just too overwhelming 

Please stop! She took her hand off my neck and slaps it hard over my mouth 

you will let me do what I want and you will like it, enough of your complaining!

It shut me up verbally but it didn't stop the whimpering smothered under her hand

I knew I was going to come and cry and then come from the humiliation and as she continued to press the vibrator hard against my clit the other man just couldn't stand simply masturbating and came over and jammed his cock deep in me letting out a stifled moan, he fucked me fast as if to catch up to where I was at when he felt me clench up tight around him as a result of the vibrator he thrust-ed harder and deeper until I came so intense my vagina was pulsing, he then pulled out of me and went all over my face!

The girl removed the vibrator and slapped my aching wet cunt

You liked that I could tell you're that kind of girl

She walked away and I lay exhausted for a moment, Linda came up behind me and untied me

I was able to get up and walk around which I did looking every which way as if I was delirious and wobbling trying to find the bathroom. It was just moments it seemed that everyone's eyes were on me now I find everyone is keeping busy with conversations to themselves and I remained un-noticed naked sweating unstable and partially bloody I hold myself up against the wall and rolled my dress up above my naked body and with all the strength I had left with the walls aid tried to find my way to the bathroom. Down the hall to the left I came across the bathroom and sat in the bathtub with my head against the wall I closed my eyes, I felt just as tired and used as I did the day I was kidnapped. I looked down at my body and examined the bruises on my hips probably from the way k grabbed me their when he wanted to thrust deeper within me my face was sore from being slapped and my vagina needed some time alone before it was going to be abused again for it was so swollen I was secreting blood but I didn't care, right now what I needed was a nap, but what a terrible guest id be if I fell asleep in the bathtub at someone else's party, I wasn't even drunk.

I heard someone walk in to the bathroom 

Not sure if they knew I was in here for I didn't remember to turn the lights on, or make it apparent the bathroom was occupied but the shadow of a person rolled over the shower curtain and it was k

What are you doing laying here in this bathtub?

He bent over and lifted me out of the tub and carried me in his arms like I was a baby to the other room.

He told the guests he was going to part for the night and would see them in a few days at his place and that it would be even better, and to bring their friends.

Linda approached me in K's arms and gave me a kiss on the head

You are welcome here anytime even if K isn't around I know you must get lonely waiting for him to get home from work. I smiled and k put me down

I gave Linda a long hug and then waved to the rest of the guests.

I laid awake in K's bed quite in disbelief of the nights event....



The Event



We arrive at a chalet in silver Aston Martin convertible on a cool night just as the sun is going down. 

You are wearing a low-cut silver, light dress that lets the spring breeze through and feel a bit of electricity in the anticipation -- not knowing what will happen tonight, but excited because you can feel the sexy lingerie under your dress that no one can see; a black strapless push-up bra which lifts your breasts and displays a wonderful view almost down to the bottom of your rib cage in front, and a black satin lace thong you are constantly reminded of as you shift your weight and feel your bare ass on the dress against the heated leather seat. 

I'm wearing a fitted black tux, my hair is black with streaks of grey... few locks hang down above my forehead. We're both tanned and look wonderful.

As the valet lets you and I out, we walk together through the front double doors, you on my arm and enter a large hallway. We both take a glass of what is being offered on the silver tray and are told to enter the room on the left.

As we walk in, we see about 12 other couples milling around smiling, some laughing. There are heavy burgundy curtains hanging down from a high vaulted ceiling, a large matching rug in the middle of the room. One large crystal chandelier hangs from the center of the ceiling over a table that has a large arrangement of flowers with black satin strips arranged around the base.

When you look around, you're astonished at the collection of beautiful people in the room. The men are all distinguished looking, tanned and obviously in shape. The image of Baron Von Trapp and Christopher Plummer enters your mind on some and you chuckle to yourself... all very sexy. The women are just as remarkable; all with wonderful figures -- not the results of Barbie Doll-like surgery... all natural, but beautiful with aquiline jaw lines, pulled up hair with strands hanging down in wonderful dresses themselves. They are all on their men's arms, sipping their drinks and looking around as you are. No one appears pretentious or posing.. they are all happy and seem to feel the electricity as you do. 

We finish our drinks as we mingle around and talk to people. We laugh easily and are enjoying this as we finish another drink. Occasionally I steer you to different places, but let my hand on the small of your back slip down to lightly rest on the right half of your ass. No one notices, but my fingers move imperceptibly while it rests there and you can feel each finger through the sheer material of your dress.. you're reminded each time of the silky thong as I slyly grasp the back just between my thumb and finger and slowly ride it up so you can feel the silk slip between your lips and glide... I chuckle under my breath as your breath catches each time.. no one else knows why your speech falters occasionally... my small sexual torture for right now...

After another drink, we walk out on the empty balcony. I turn you, put your back against the wall and start kissing your neck.. by now you've already heated up and reach down to feel how hard my cock is in my pants... it is hard, stiff and you softly caress it... up and down through my pants. I reach my right hand up to the front of your dress, spread my fingers and grasp your left breast.. curving my fingers over the material as I slip two fingers between the push up and your breast to find your nipple, hard and aching to be fondled, lightly pulled... 

We continue this but I break away quickly and bring you back into the room. You've become so heated, you can feel the lips of your pussy becoming wet -- its making the silk slip back and forth as you walk...almost unbearable. As we enter, we realize we aren't the only ones who've become heated. Some of the couples are slowly dancing, kissing....many have taken seats in the red velvet covered chairs around the room.

We notice people's attention being to drift off to the right and see a lovely looking couple who are truly engaged in themselves and have lost the world. As we all watch, continuing to sip our drinks, you notice the man's legs are parted and you can't help notice the visible bulge in the front of his crotch. At the same time, my hand slips to your ass. 

You initially are self-conscious, realizing there are people standing behind us, but you are too charged to care. As my hand begins to openly caress your ass, you're startled to watch a man standing behind his woman on our right lightly pull her hair back with his right hand, begin to kiss her neck as he slowly slips his left hand down the front of her dress to grasp her breast. Some of the other couples giggle, which you do at first, but then as you watch.. as you feel the pressure from my hand on your ass circling slowly across your cheeks, you become flush.. hot...

"Alright everyone.... " announces the host, who is truly a startlingly good looking gentleman in his 40's. "I think we're about ready for the draw..." All the couples laugh... this is not embarrassing, it's not some immature spin-the-bottle... you're not sure what it is, but know that everyone seems to feel comfortable with it, happy... alive. You look at me as the host takes a bowl around and I nod at you, grinning, to pick a piece of paper out. As he moves on, you open it and it has a gold number inside. Our number is 6. You look at me and I reassure you that all is well... I smile, you smile back and feel comfortable... almost at home.

After a small time, all the numbers have been passed out and the host chuckles as he presses a button, ".. let's see which one of you beautiful people will be the first, the most daring.. the ones who allow all the rest of us to feel... well, whatever the hell we want to feel!" He laughs as everyone laughs with him.

"Ok.. the number is "6""... everyone starts looking around... you're wondering what this means, but now I've a look on my face that is both grinning, but slightly evil... the 'evil' you've come to know when we're alone.... I don't look at anyone else... just you as I start gliding you to the middle of the room and the cherry table. The other couples begin to recede to the chairs and walls of the room as we take center stage. You are nervous... a little self conscious. 

I stop, face you, place my right hand behind your neck and pull your lips to mine. You are torn between wanting me and the obvious attention the others are giving us. You look around, expecting to feel embarrassed, but for some reason their looks only seem to encourage you.. one beautiful woman winks at you and you can't help but grin even as our lips are touching. 

As we begin to hold each other, I reach down and openly, strongly grasp your left ass cheek. You put your hand behind your back to take my wrist and move it away, still slightly self conscious, but as you do, I draw back my hand and slap your ass hard. You are startled... pull a few inches away and look at me as I slap it again. I've got such a grin on my face that you have to grin back.. I tell you " You're not to move my hand" 

You sheepishly nod your head up and down.

"You're to do as I say."

Again, you nod your head up and down feeling almost absolved of any fear or responsibility. You are mine right now... if I direct it, you will do it willingly.

I turn you around slowly, press against your back, put my right hand lightly over your shoulder, cup your chin and slowly lean your head back. I take your left wrist, pull it behind you and place it over the front of my pants and begin to slowly kiss and nibble at your neck. You know they are watching, but you don't care as you begin to grasp my hard cock through my pants. My hand slowly caresses down your neck... across your collar bone... and into the front of your dress. 

The back of my hand lifts the material away from your left breast so you are not feeling a groping direct pressure, but the light finger tips slowly drawing from the outside of your breast to the nipple.... Open, touching down again around your breast then dragging lightly together, meeting again at your nipple... teasing it...lightly twisting it. 

You lower your face.. you have to see what these people are doing. Some are still arm in arm, sipping drinks... one woman is rubbing her man's leg... slowly up and down.. he clearly is enjoying it... but all are still watching us.. watching you.

I pull the material away from your breast so now it, your hard aching nipple and my caress and teasing are open for all to see. You feel a light breeze from a fan on the tip of your nipple which only makes it harder. You can't help it, you reach your right hand up and cup the outside of my hand... wanting me to make full contact, yearning for me to grasp it hard, push against it, press it up... I grasp your wrist and pull it down behind your back. Not painfully, but definitely in control.

I whisper in your ear..."...Sorry dear, not allowed..." as I slowly bend you forward and place both your hands on the edge of the cherry table. It is cool to the touch, smooth as you do as I instructed.

You're not ready for it, but only know when it makes contact that I've spanked your ass. You jump and hear giggles from around the room. I spank again; then again... your embarrassment is starting to be overtaken by the fire it is building in between your legs.

I lean down, slip my hand under your dress and slowly begin to caress my hand on the inside of your left leg.... Up further.... Up further... you don't even realize it consciously, but you've arched your back and lifted your ass even further in anticipation of my fingers making contact with your pussy.

I stand up, hand still under your dress and as you realize I'm lifting it up, over your hips, I cup under your chin and pull your lips to mine. Now you can feel a breeze along your ass as you realize you are completely exposed. I release your chin and pull you forward so now your chest is on the cold table, but it feels wonderful compared to the fire you feel below.

I begin to slowly rotate my hand over and across both cheeks.... You feel my hands each take one cheek and spread them wide... I lean out of your sight, but you feel first my breath, then the tip of my wet tongue touches your hole....you feel the tip begin to circle it.. it feels wonderful and you open your eyes and look to your left again.

There is a particularly sexy couple watching. He has a well-built chest that narrows down into a slim matador waist.. very dark hair with a few curls in front. He is obviously very large and you can't help noticing how stiff and long his cock is through the material of his pant leg.. maybe a little too large, but incredibly sexy to see as the beautiful woman next to him is stroking him through the material. He has his hand buried behind her and is obviously doing all sorts of wonderful things with his fingers.. I stand up, reach slowly under you, between your legs and very lightly place my middle finger resting across your clit.. no rubbing, no movement, just painfully still as your clit is throbbing. 

I begin to spank you again, over and over alternating between your cheeks, not fast.. but the thought and feel of my hand spanking your naked ass in front of all these people is dangerously exciting..... you glance to your right, and a wonderful woman is leaning back, legs spread with her man's head between them obviously driving her up the wall licking and playing with her pussy... next to them a woman is leaned over, head against her man's stomach so all can see his stiff cock slowly sliding in and out of her mouth... noises start to become apparent from all directions... moans and wet sounds of yearning, sucking.... 

Most continue to open their eyes to glance at you, naked from the waist down, ass bare, being spanked and fondled in the open... legs spread... I stop, reach across, cup your chin and pull your mouth to mine as I simply start rubbing your ass... I pull away, grin and tell you, "Lay down on your back"

I position you on your back with your head pointed toward the table legs. I reach up, grab one of the satin strands surrounding the flowers, wind them around your wrists gently, but firmly, raise your bound hands above your head and secure them to one of the table legs.

I reach down and lift your dress above your waist and gently spread your legs so the knees are far apart, almost touching the ground and your pussy is totally open to view. I kneel by your head, pull off my jacket, rip off my tie and unbutton the top few buttons of my billowy white shirt.. just enough so the top half of my tan chest is visible, but it all closes down into the slim waist of my black pants. I slowly slide my zipper down then reach in and pull my stiff cock out.... 

There are some drops of pre-cum and my cock is very hard. I stroke myself, inches above your face, slowly... dip my finger in the pre-cum and slowly coat your lips. I reach down, staring into your eyes as you are in mine, gently cup your chin, turn your head to me so the right side of your face is resting gently on the wonderfully soft carpet and slowly feed my cock into your mouth.

You can feel the breeze across your wet pussy, hear the sucking and moaning from those around you knowing it's the sound of clits, hard cocks and breasts being sucked, stroked... pulled ... twisted... licked...and feel the soft skin of my cock gliding across your lips... along your tongue.. the head throbbing.

I reach down in between your legs, under your right thigh and pull your lower body up so your knees are almost next to your head. This positions your ass and pussy straight up in the air -- totally accessible, totally open.. absolutely vulnerable. 

I look down and see your eyes closed, your head gently resting on its side as you feed from my cock slowly.. the suction of your checks as you're slowly working your tongue...

I pull a bottle of warm oil from somewhere and at first you feel it hit your left ass cheek, then slowly travel across your pussy, then to the right cheek and finally, like little bolts of electricity, you can feel the thick stream of oil hit and then pool up on your ass hole until it starts to travel slowly down between your lips...

You open your eyes hazily and look past my left hip at that handsome couple. She now has his almost too-large cock out and is lovingly licking, sucking and stroking the head in her mouth.... His cock is so huge and strong and it looks so amazingly erotic seeing it glide in her beautiful mouth... then you feel my hand as I slowly start spreading the oil all over your ass cheeks, gliding over your pussy, in between your ass cheeks... in big circles....slowly.. making you ache for relief. 

Then you feel a single finger that starts gently circling your ass hole... very slowly. The tingling feeling quickens your breath and you begin moaning just a bit while continuing to suck on my cock.

I slowly slip the tip of my finger into your ass.... It feels wonderful... as I keep penetrating you, you feel each knuckle as it gently spreads your hole, then closes slightly afterward only to open again at the next knuckle... in and out slowly. I'm fucking your ass with my finger and you are sucking my cock in front of all these beautiful people whose own breaths are quickening at the sight of my finger slowly sliding in and out of your raised ass...

After a bit, my pinky joins my ring finger and now the sensation intensifies...your hole feels wonderfully violated.... Pleasantly stretched... not painfully.... You feel my fingers in side of you... sliding against the walls... massaging the opening as the knuckles pass like the wonderful ribs of a vibrator, or veins of a cock...

As I slowly pump your ass with these two fingers, I join my index and middle finger together and begin slipping them into your pussy each time the other fingers fuck your ass. Together they slowly slide in... then out... you can't help but start to rock your hips up.. you want more, you want them deeper.... But I adjust and maintain the pace driving your breath to quicken even more... your moans are now a mix of pleasure and a plea for stronger thrusts.. stronger, deeper....

I adjust my left foot to the other side of your head.. turn... and you suddenly feel my mouth clamp down on your clit... not just your clit, but my full, wide mouth engulf the lips and skin all around it... and I being slowly, strongly sucking until it is pulled deep into my mouth... making it enlarged, more sensitive... you feel like I could almost swallow it until you feel my warm tongue circling ... wrapping... massaging your drawn in clit... 

This is sending you into a near frenzy, but your hands are bound, my fingers are fucking your ass and pussy and this wonderful, soft skin surround a rock hard cock is sliding into your mouth... there's nothing you can do to race to the end, to explode to relieve this... you are in my control and I will allow you to cum when I think you're ready..

You dreamily open your eyes and see the beautiful woman has now quickened her pace on her man's large cock... she's going faster... you feel me sucking, playing ... hear the sounds as I'm practically lashing your clit with my tongue...

The man's hand impatiently reached down, pulls her dress up... lifts her right leg to reveal a beautiful, shaven pussy ... he starts rubbing her clit in circles... not slow, not gentle.. demanding.... She is writhing her hips to this and is sucking him so hard and fast you can hear the slurping sounds as his veins pass her lips... she begins to jerk the rest of this length... 

I start plummeting my fingers inside you... driving them in, then holding them there... deep... massaging the inside of your ass and pussy... I pull back and you start feeling small shocks that make your body jump... you realize I've started spanking your clit now... not hard... just a tap... tap...tap...tap... your body quivers with each pat on your clit... 

She is going faster... he is circling faster... he raises his chin.. presses his tan chest forward.. this is it... he's going to explode from the large cock into her lovely face, her sculptured throat.. I rub your clit furiously.... 

He's cumming now... she's drinking it in and it doesn't seem to stop....some of it escapes her lips and is dripping down.. down his long, strong cock... when it reaches his balls you've had it... that's it... it's time.. now!

I suck your clit deep into my mouth as waves of fire begin to build like ocean swells and pass from between your legs.. washing across your stomach, your aching breasts and hard nipples...exploding up into your head, then all the way back down like receding waters... over and over your orgasm washes over you as you watch her lips part as well...her press her hips hard against her man's hand... her eyes barely open.. looking at you, realizing you are being sent skyward as well.... 

A small grin is on her face and you can't help smiling back with your eyes as you know you're both enjoying this moment... her sight of your ass and pussy being fucked, clit sucked while my cock rests in your mouth... and your sight of her pleasure, her thrusting hips, her lips partially open and stuttering...and her mans dripping cock...

Eventually I let you come down...slowly lowering your body back down to the ground.... Loosening your wrists... you sit up and our mouths meet as you slowly stroke my exposed cock... then a new urge strikes you.. and as you consider it, it builds until you act...

You stand up in front of me, staring down... not saying a word. You see in my eyes that I understand, and I want it.. I want it from you.

You take the silk strip, bind my wrists.. slowly lower my back and secure my hands to the same leg you were bound to. You kneel between my legs, slowly un-do my belt and pull my pants down... and then completely off. 

You reach up and undo the rest of the buttons and open my shirt so that my naked legs lead up to my bare, shaved cock and balls... all the way up my exposed, tanned stomach and chest with the white shirt collapsed on either side of my torso... 




The Event



You give me an evil grin... I raise my eyebrows... what do you have in mind? Lightly, you place your hands under my ass and slowly lift my ass.. higher and higher until my knees are nearly on either side of my head... you sit on your knees and shuffle up until my lower back is resting against your chest and my ass and balls are directly under your chin... your face.... 

You slowly put a hand on each cheek....pull them apart, extend your tongue and begin to dart it right into the center of my ass hole. 

I moan.. close my eyes and turn my head to the right... you feel my body jerk each time your tongue strikes my ass... you close your eyes and simply enjoy having such control... having such direct effect on my entire body, my entire nervous system... it brings a very naughty smile to your face as you start circling the hole slowly...

You reach your left hand around and glide your finger tips across my stomach, then up. Up farther, around my cock, then begin to slowly, lightly rake your nails across my balls. Raising your head, but keeping if forward enough to enjoy the look on my face, you pull your right hand high and slap the left cheek of my ass. It's loud, slightly stinging your hand, but its worth the reaction you see on my face as my mouth opens slightly, my teeth come together and my head falls to the side... stretching my hands even farther above my head in surrender. 

You continue raking my balls and deliberately, hard, in no hurry spank my upturned ass from left...to right....to left. My face, my gritting teeth... by stuttered breathing all betray the erotic, dark place you are sending my brain. With a grin you lower your head once more and lightly extend your tongue.

I try to thrust my hips up as you circle gently.. I want you deeper.. I want you inside.. but you simply adjust and continue your light lashing... wanting to laugh if it wasn't so wonderful to be doing this.... Knowing, even still many men and women are watching... watching you in charge... watching the fact that you have placed me in complete surrender... wishing it was them you were licking..... Getting hard again as a whole new round of actions.. Positions... switches around the room... watching you dominate me after watching me dominate you completely is almost more intoxicating than what they had already witnessed... You lower your left hand down along my waist and begin to lightly stroke my throbbing cock while continuing to circle my ass...... again you can feel the pressure on your chest as the shocks and yearning cause me to push against your hand... against your tongue... I want more.. harder... faster.... 

... you have to giggle and lean to your left, glancing around my torso against your chest to see the torture in my face closer... what lovely straining, closed eyes... turned head... our eyes meet... I grin as if to say, "You are SOOoo evil my dear..". 

While your left hand continues to lightly rub the length of my cock, you reach your right hand up and with your middle finger, begin to slowly press into my ass. As we are staring at each other my eyes uncontrollably roll up as I lift my head and clamp my eyes shut at the pleasure of feeling you violating my ass... in front of all these people... these beautiful women and men... in complete surrender....

At the same time you realize motion behind you, you are both startled, but electrified as you feel a soft hand on your right shoulder.... You look to your right shoulder... and it is a young... soft .. lovely hand that closes and opens on your shoulder.. almost lovingly... as you try to crane your neck around, you feel a warm.. wet pressing against your back... it feels so lovely... so soft... you can feel the pressure of breasts and the hardness of nipples... until finally a beautiful face peeks around to look at you. 

She is beautiful... sculptured face surrounded by such soft brown hair... you realize, this was the woman with whom you had locked stares... she is smiling such a golden, wonderful happy smile looking at you, you are immediately disarmed....she feels amazing on your back... so soft... smooth...warm...

You turn your head and look again at my face... feeling wonderful... turning your attention from my cock.... Its smoothness... its hardness in your hands.... The feel of the inside of my smooth ass.... Feeling around.... Feeling my hardness from the inside of my body.....

She peeks around the other side of my torso to watch as well and it's almost so cute you want to laugh....you meet her smile with one of your own.... She's looking at my cock, then at my face... then at your face...

You feel her hands glide around your torso, under your breasts and simply rest there.... Gently cupping them and pushing them up... it feels so good. Her skin... the soft breasts... her firm stomach against your lower back and ass..... 

Then she pushes slowly up against you..... but then harder and you see her eyes close and her lovely lips part... in the corner of your eye you see why.. Her man is sitting on his heels in the same manner you both are ... he has done something wonderful with that big cock... you're not sure what because you can't feel him... any part of him... but you can feel it through her body against yours..... 

We're all pressed forward into each other again with his thrust as she bites her bottom lip in pleasure.... Her head disappears again behind you and you feel her forehead against your upper back...pressing.... Then another thrust... 

You add another finger to the one in my ass knowing this is not going to last and look down at my face.... My lips part as two of your fingers begin to explore my ass... thrusting in, then out... Then you realize just how turned on you are... just how far you've been excited... just how close you are as suddenly you look down and watch her hand press first against your abdomen... then another thrust and her hand slips between your legs and cups your pussy...

You know the pleasure has so overcome her... and she wants so badly for you to feel it too.. to be part of this... every thrust is resulting in her pulling first up across your clit... them back down... then up ... then down as she crosses her left arm in front of you... grasps your right breast and starts pulling on your nipple in time with his thrusts... her hand on your clit... your fingers in my ass. ... your twisting on the head of my cock... all at once...

Then a larger thrust as she lifts her head leaving her mouth now next to your ear... you feel the hot air of her escaped breath... the moan... until she has to tell you... has to share what's happening.. whispering, broken and stutter by each thrust... "oooh... he's... fucking.... my ass...." You close your eyes and can now imagine with each thrust that large cock is stretching her hole.. pushing that head deeper and deeper inside her ass... you can feel her ecstasy in the pressure of her hand on your clit...the grasp of her hand on your breast... the light gasp you hear so close to your ear...

You feel my cock seem to start to grow even larger and know I'm very close....you are too, but you want to wait... hold off until I cum...

You hear a gasp from my mouth.....a moan... and instead of pressing my back into your chest, I pull back and curl my body like a tight coil ready to explode....I'm so curled you can feel my hot breath against the back of my hand...and a wonderful, dark thought passes across your mind....

You release the head of my cock and start gliding on the shaft...watching as my coiled body and your pulling has positioned the head of my cock so close to my own mouth it seems I could touch it with my own tongue.... You know now how you want me to cum.. how you have to see it....the escape of the stream...cumming on my own face...my chin... my throat.... And you start jerking down, milking my cock harder as you dare to slide a third finger into my ass.... Pounding down, jerking down..grinding your hips down into her hand with each thrust of that cock in her ass...

I'm the first... what you've been doing is too much...you feel me tighten... my breath catches and holds....and suddenly a gasp escapes as a stream of white cum splashes on my chin and across my throat...

You slam your hips down, back and into her hand feeling the first tight, hot wave crash through your pussy and up your abdomen....

Another pulse of cum escapes my cock and runs across my collar bone...

A sound, part moan, part surrender escapes as hot breath across your ear, and as she slides two fingers into your pussy and clamps your clit with her palm you know she is now exploding just as the wave of your own orgasm smashes up into your head...

It's so hard, but you force your eyes to open and see my head is writing back and forth as stream after stream flows from my cock....you have to touch it... you have to reach out.... You let go of my cock, spreading your fingers, you circle the middle and ring finger in the pool of cum on my cheek then slowly slide them up to the corner of my mouth...

I turn my head open my lips and engulf your fingers.....sucking them into my mouth.... You feel my warm tongue lapping at your fingers, sucking ... just as another wave flows down and crashes into your pussy... 

All four of us are rocking, writhing...moaning... grinding...together....for quite some time...

As we start to quiet down eventually, I'm the first to go limp....you slowly lower my ass into your lap, take a moment to gaze from my spent, still twitching oiled cock up across my stomach...to my chest and cum covered collar bone... and then you lay gently forward between my legs... feeling my cock against your stomach ..still occasionally twitching as you lay your head on my chest.

You feel the contact once again of soft skin, breast.. and stomach against your back as she lightly collapses on you... with the addition of a little more pressure you realize he is now doing the same into her back...

As you lay.. tired...exhausted... light.. you smile thinking not just about everything that had just occurred, but that everyone around the room was so electrified to watch such an erotic dance between our four bodies..... and then you can't think anything, except the feeling of a twitching cock on your stomach... the sound of a heart beating slowing... and the warmth of a that lovely body behind you.



The Event Horizon of Insanity



"The roads look like they're getting bad fast. You might as well stay here for the night."

It was a reasonable statement of reality. Factual, logical. Looking out their front room window at the raging winter storm the last thing I wanted was to go out into the middle of it. However, the second-to-the-last thing I wanted was to encroach on their privacy.

"I've driven in worse." Bravado. I hated driving in the winter. If I'd known the storm was going to be this bad I never would have accepted their invitation to dinner. It's what you get for trusting the weatherman, whose job I think it is to screw as many people up as possible with wrong information.

"Come on. We'll make some popcorn, put in a movie. It's not like any of us has to be anywhere in the morning."

Inviting. Their apartment was warm, they were good people. I knew I could be very comfortable there, and I knew that they'd be just as comfortable having me there. And his declaration of freedom was accurate. Part of the joy of Friday nights is knowing that no matter what transpires, that alarm will not be getting you up before sunrise the next day. 

But I had to make one last stab at leaving, if for no other reason than to bolster my reputation as a mule-headed asshole. I'd worked hard on that rep, it was very valuable to me.

"Piece of cake," I said. 

Before any of us could say another word we watched a car slide sideways down the hill, totally out of control. It disappeared from view and then we heard the resounding thunk of it colliding with something else. Most likely, the mailbox at the corner.

"You like butter on your popcorn?"

"And salt," I said.

Teri went directly to the kitchen. 

She and Mark had been living together for two years already. They were both terrified of making the relationship legal. I couldn't blame them. My own experience taking the vows hadn't turned out so good. I sometimes think people are not designed to be monogamous. It's like picking one food item from nature's vast menu and eating only that, day after day after year after year. Prime rib is delightful, but after a few years of having nothing but, the thought of fried chicken is going to make you drool.


They were also younger than I was, by about ten years. Maybe their fear of marriage was a generational thing. Whatever the cause, I'd be the last one to try and change their minds.

Mark and I worked together. That's how we met. He started with the company about four years after I did, and his training had been left in my hands. The age difference notwithstanding, we found we shared a host of mutual tastes in things like music and movies. We also had the same somewhat quirky sense of humor. Friends are best found when not being looked for. We got close pretty fast.

Teri was a year younger than Mark. She was a paralegal with a prestigious local law firm. Only about five foot tall, she couldn't have weighed more than ninety pounds, clothed, and soaking wet. I don't think she owned a waist. She had very short reddish-brown hair, green eyes, tiny feet and hands, and not a waistline to speak of. She was built like a wasp. A very cute, funny, smart, and sexy wasp. I saw why Mark loved her.

As for what she saw in that animated beanpole, I had no idea. Mark was as tall as me and easily a head taller than Teri, but I doubt he weighed more than ten pounds above whatever anorexic level she tipped the scales at. He had a thin mustache and beard which made him look Latino to me, but he was really about as American as you could get and not have Old Glory stuck up your ass. While Teri rattled pans in the kitchen he went to their entertainment center and sifted through their collection of DVD's.

"Any preference?" he asked me.

I sighed, resigned to being their guest for the night, and told him whatever he picked was fine. As I continued to watch the storm and wish it would go the hell away he picked something out and slipped the disc in the player.

The popcorn sounded like firecrackers on a Chinese New Year. Teri wasn't taking the easy route and microwaving it. She had a pan with a perforated lid especially for popping corn, and a separate pan was melting butter slowly over the pilot light so it didn't separate. When it was ready she poured the corn into a big plastic bowl, drowned it in butter, and shook enough salt over it all I thought maybe she was trying to outdo the snow falling outside. She tossed the bowl's contents a while to mix it all up, and then came back to the front room with the bowl on a tray alongside a stack of paper towels and three beers.

We all sat on the couch, Teri in the middle, the bowl in her lap.

"What'd you put in?" she asked Mark.

With a devilish grin, he said, "A surprise," and clicked the remote.

Apparently in amongst their formidable collection of comedies, action flicks, and classics they had a few triple-x features. Cheap graphics on the screen were the first give-away that this was not going to be a Cecile B. DeMille epic. 

The production company was Cumshot Enterprises. The title was "Bi-Bi Birdie", a bad take-off on an equally bad old musical. The stars had names like 'Cherry' and 'Long Bill'. The director was simply called 'Stiffy'. 

Before the movie actually started I found myself wishing I'd made a suggestion when asked. Shows you what being polite gets you. I wondered if there was a purpose behind his choice. These cheesy porn movies are great for a couple to sit and watch together, get horny and never see the end of whilst re-enacting some of the choicer moments, but having a third party on hand (which would be me), I wondered if for some reason Mark felt it necessary to emphasize the fact that he'd be going to bed with a sexy young lady and I'd be all alone. Again. But, why would he purposefully try and make me uncomfortable? It wasn't like him at all. 

I looked at Teri to see what effect (if any) watching this type of movie with me in the room was having on her, and she didn't seem fazed in the least. Mark sat with a self-satisfied smile, munching fistfuls of buttery popcorn. I figured I was the only one being bothered by the situation (maybe this was a regular ritual when other friends came to call) and so I drank my beer and ate some popcorn and kept my big mouth shut. I saw no sense in making them feel uncomfortable just because I was.

Back in the day, adult movies at least took a stab at using a story line to justify the infinite array of couplings. It was often painful to watch people with no acting talent whatsoever trying to deliver lines of dialogue that were badly written to begin with, but how nice of them to try. My experience with modern porn was nil, and apparently in the interim they had abandoned all pretenses of having a purpose other than to show people fucking. 

Altogether there were six 'actors' in the film, three of each gender, and during the next often agonizing two hours we got to see them together in every possible combination. Emphasis was placed on same-sex pairings, hence the title.

I have to admit I got aroused by certain scenes, and having this young couple on the couch alongside me added to the fantasies that crept into my head. At some point Mark got up and retrieved more beers. I wasn't much of a drinker and hadn't finished my first. I hadn't even been taking my share of popcorn (all right, maybe I was a little more interested in the flick than I like to pretend I was!) and having realized this reached blindly over to the bowl in Teri's lap to grab a healthy handful.

Only instead of sinking into a bowl of slimy popcorn my hand settled directly over Teri's crotch. 

The bowl was long since empty and on the coffee table.

Teri squirmed and giggled, and I pulled my hand back as quickly as I could. Mark leaned forward and stared at me and pretended to scowl. "Let's not get any ideas, there," he said.

"Sorry," was all I could say.

The movie ended in a major gang-bang sequence. By the time it was over all six of the 'actors' were drenched in cum and God-knows-what. Mark turned it off with the remote as the end credits came up, heralded by a promise from the producers that all 'models' were over 18 at the time of production. 

Right.

Mark got up and stretched and yawned. A quick look at my watch told me it was far later than I thought. Teri carried the bowl and the empty beer bottles (Mark had helped himself to my untouched second) into the kitchen and Mark followed her. I heard laughter and some whispered conversation, and the sounds of two horny young lovers preparing to spend the next few hours fucking each other's brains out. This was no place for me.

Standing at the window again I declared, "The snow has stopped falling. Maybe I can try that drive home after all."

Mark was behind me in a flash, his right hand on my right shoulder, his chin on my left. Into my ear he whispered, "Don't be stupid. Stay. I guarantee it will be worthwhile." And then he was gone again, putting the DVD away and shutting down the TV.

Teri brought me blankets and a pillow. 

"Now, if you will excuse us," Mark said, and he and Teri fairly flew up the short hall to their bedroom. I listened to them laughing and wrestling and then spread a blanket across the couch, placed the pillows at one end, and kicked off my shoes. My chances of actually getting any sleep were pretty slim, especially with them screwing thirty feet away from me, so I lay back and folded my arms and stared at the ceiling. 

What bothered me the most (besides listening to those two fooling around) was his last statement to me, about my staying being made worthwhile. Some interesting possibilities of what he might have meant came to mind, but I excused them as ridiculous. He probably just meant staying safe in their apartment rather than venturing out into the ice and snow would in the long run prove a judicious choice. And, he was probably right.

The couch back faced the hallway, so I had no idea anyone was approaching until suddenly Teri appeared staring down at me. Her short hair was mussed terribly and her face seemed flush, even in the dim light. Before I could ask her what the matter was she smiled down at me and wiggled a finger, coaxing me to follow her. 

I haven't been even close to what one might consider naïve for a long time. I think it might have been second grade. Whatever, I knew perfectly well what she was up to (or at least I thought I did) and wanted no part of it, and yet I tossed off the blanket and followed her anyway, pretending to be curious and concerned, like maybe Mark was having a stroke or something and she needed help dialing 911.

Maybe I was more tired than I thought, but it wasn't until we were at the door to their bedroom that I realized she was only wearing a tiny bra and thong panties. 

Her breasts were very petite. I think her nipples were the bigger part of them. The bra must have been strictly for decoration. The thong, on the other hand, accentuated the marvelous round globes of her elfin ass. It was while staring at these specific attributes that I stumbled into their bedroom, which was lit up like the second coming, where Mark sat on the edge of the bed, naked.

"Howdy," he said, looking a little sheepish. His hands were on his knees and he was leaned forward a bit. His dick hung semi-flaccid between his legs. It was an impressive muscle nonetheless. "Were you already sleeping?"

I said I wasn't. Teri drifted close to me, to one side and behind. I wished I could see her instead of him.

"We thought maybe you'd find the bed more comfortable," Mark said. "If you'd care to join us?"

Incredible. Weird, but incredible. 

I stood silently, incapable of saying anything, trying to get the reality of what was happening to soak through my cinder-block skull.

"Actually," Mark then said, sitting up straighter, "I think I had one too many beers." He flicked his limp dick. "Seems alcohol really does impair one's ability."

Teri was doing something behind me, but I couldn't tell what.

Mark went on. "Meanwhile, that movie got Teri all worked up and she needs a bit more than I can offer her right now."

I felt one of Teri's hands on my right shoulder, and the other on my opposite arm as she caressed my back. 

"Don't let him kid you," she whispered in my ear, and then slowly slid her way around me. "He just likes to watch me fuck other men."

She came around in front of me, her head barely at my chest, her face turned up towards me. She was naked. I could feel her nipples dragging across my shirt. She lifted up on her toes and whispered, "Which is nice, because I like to fuck other men while he watches."

I saw a poster somewhere once that defined morality as how you live your life when no one else is looking. I never thought much about it but obviously it meant something to me because the phrase had stuck inside my brain and chose that moment to come to the front. The truly moral thing to do at that point would have been to respectfully decline the offer, and either go back to the couch and spend the night staring at the ceiling kicking my own ass for being such a wimp, or put on my coat and surrender myself to the tender mercies of the icy roads. I did neither.

Not that I am an immoral man, but there were certain factors conspired against me just then. One of which was having this totally gorgeous naked young lady literally hanging all over me.

Come to think of it, that was pretty much the only factor conspiring against me. But, it was more than enough.

Teri clung to my front, her one arm around my neck, the other around my waist. She lifted one leg and brushed her soft thigh over the front of my pants. I was already stiffer than Mark was, and that just finished the job. Teri placed a hand at the back of my head and leaned my face down towards hers, and she kissed me, hard, right on the lips.

I closed my eyes and slowly encircled her in my arms. She melted into me. I returned her kiss, and she opened her mouth to let our tongues play together. 

I could not, however, get the fact that a man I considered my best friend was sitting naked on a bed not two yards away from me while I held his live-in girlfriend (who was also naked) in my arms. I wondered if I'd be able to 'perform' with him right there observing, perhaps judging me.

And yet I could not resist the temptation of the moment. Being divorced and now a devout reformed bachelor my encounters with women came few and far between. It had currently been a while. Winters are tough hunting grounds, as the saying goes. Teri exacerbated the situation by moving one of her hands in front and sliding it between us, settling it over my throbbing cock and giving it a squeeze.

From the bed, Mark said, "She's got this thing about older men," which was a reminder of my age I could well have done without. Oddly enough, however, Teri broke the kiss and dragged her lips across my cheek to my neck, and there whispered to me, "So does he."

Now, that placed an entirely different slant on the whole situation. I liked Mark, a lot, but I'd never batted for the other team, as it were, and wasn't so sure that I wanted to.

Teri began to shrink in front of me, squatting slowly down, collapsing as if someone had let out all her air. Her hands stayed on my chest and shoulders, and then came down to my belly, and stopped at my waist where they tugged my belt opened and unbuttoned and unzipped the front of my pants.

I looked beyond her to the bed, where Mark sat smiling and watching. He winked at me, and considering what Teri had just confessed that act took on multiple meanings.

My 'flight' response to uncomfortable situations (of which this was by far the worst I'd ever experienced) was stalled by Teri's small hand reaching inside my pants and extracting my cock. Her fingers were warm and strong. She held it like she might the handle of a dagger. I felt her lips touch the head and my whole body flinched involuntarily. Her tongue came out and played in the soft folds of the retracted foreskin.

"She's very good at that," Mark said from his perch.

I wondered if he was, too, and if I was intended to find out before the night was over.

Teri took my cock inside her mouth then and I swooned at the sensation. My fears about what might transpire later were shoved aside by the enjoyment of what was happening right at the moment. I suppose that's considered a Zen experience, but it gave my brain the excuse it had been hoping for to legitimize the situation.

In my youth I had done a lot of crazy things, but my single regret was having always held back from going over the edge. Something inside of me continually stopped me just before reaching the event horizon of insanity, and at the time I guess I thought I was doing myself a favor, but in hindsight I understood that those opportunities would never come around again and all I had managed to succeed in doing was denying myself the pleasures of truly outrageous experiences. One is only a teenager once in life, and when those years are gone they never come back.

So, here I was confronted with yet another insane opportunity, and I resolved to see it through to its completion and damn the consequences. In the morning I'd deal with whatever guilt came to me, but I was not about to pass up what might be my one and only chance to experience an extreme sexual encounter.

Having a fine young woman sucking on my dick at the moment helped make the decision. I unbuttoned my shirt and took it off, and suddenly realized I was staring at Mark with, by his reaction, what was almost a challenge to him to try anything funny. He raised his hands palm out in surrender and then leaned back on stiff arms to watch.

Teri was an adept cocksucker. She coordinated the actions of her lips, tongue, and hands so that all I really felt was an incredible blanket of pleasure from my belly to my thighs. One hand never left my balls and the other occasionally stroked my shaft while she played with the head and then massaged my lower abdomen when she had my cock fully engulfed.

By that time my pants were crumpled somewhere around my ankles and my shirt and undershirt were gone. I must have looked somewhat comical like that, but at the moment didn't really give a damn. But then, sensing perhaps that I was enjoying what she was doing a bit too much, Teri took her mouth away from my cock and knelt down to assist me in removing the rest of my clothes.

I had forgotten it was winter for a while (hell, I had practically forgotten my name!) and shuddered as the chill air suddenly penetrated my skin. But I wasn't to be cold for long. Teri stood and took my hand and walked me to the bed. Mark got up and grabbed a robe off the footboard and put it on, and while Teri and I climbed aboard the mattress Mark sat in the small wooden chair at Teri's dressing table. He leaned back, folded his arms across his chest, and looked like he was all settled in for the show. I wondered if maybe we should have made more popcorn for him or at least gotten him a box of Milk Duds.

Teri had me kneel and she laid down on her front and lifted her upper torso enough to continue sucking on me. Whatever effect the cold air had had on my erection was quickly overcome. She pulled away again, pleased with her ability to make me so hard so quickly, and knelt with me, slowly crushing our bodies together as she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me passionately again.

My cock pulsed between my belly and hers. Her nipples were like fingers poking my chest. My hands went to the back of her head, then down to her back, and stretched down to cup her firm ass. She lifted up then and my cock slid between her slightly parted legs, hungrily searching for the opening.

"Not so fast," she cooed, and released me.

She lay back, head propped up on the pillows, and spread her legs as wide as she could. She had a marvelous pussy, shaved except for a small downy patch just above her clit. Her legs were slender and yet strong, her feet tiny. I watched her labia ripple with expectation.




The Event Horizon of Insanity



"Eat me," she said softly, and lifted her bottom up off the mattress.

I pushed aside the image of Mark sitting there watching us and concentrated on the menu placed before me. In position, as I lowered myself I kissed her left knee and then dragged my lips down the inside of that thigh, inhaling the strong scent of lust that poured out of her cunt. Her skin was smooth, slightly salty. I lay down on my front and placed my face directly over her crotch, and she tilted her pelvis up to afford me the best access.

I kissed her pussy, and she moaned with delight. She tasted strong, like bear meat, and she was already sopping wet. My tongue went inside her and I drank her tangy nectar. Her hand grabbed a fistful of my hair and she held my head right where it was. She needn't have bothered. I wasn't going anywhere for a while.

I began to lap at her cunt like a dog drinking water, long wide strokes that started in that soft plateau between her cunt and asshole, parting her pussy lips as it went, and ending with a playful flick over her clit. Each time she flinched, and then I settled down to sucking on her clit alone and she relaxed and moaned and wriggled her bottom in front of me.

I fully expected to feel Mark come up behind me and start doing whatever it was he had in mind. My asshole was no virgin, but had only experienced fingers and toys before, nothing else. I wasn't sure I was ready for anything else, but I could not allow my fear of penetration to ruin what I was doing. If it happened, it happened, and I'd deal with it then. For now, I was fully enjoying the flavors and textures of a marvelous, soft, delicious pussy.

Teri, still holding onto my hair, lifted my head up, and managed to spin herself over so her ass was now in my face. Words were unnecessary. I pulled my knees up to support myself, used my hands to part her delectable ass cheeks, and began to lick at her hole. 

She giggled, and then moaned, and then giggled again. I played around her asshole a while with my tongue and then once slipped it just inside her. Her hips bucked, and I took it into my head to have my cock inside there before the night was over. Hell, if I was going to get buggered then why be the only one?

I grabbed her ass and lifted it up, placing her on her knees with her arms folded and her head resting on them. My hand guided my cock to her pussy, and when she made no indication of objecting, I slid the head inside.

She was tight, and warm, and oh so very wet. She pushed her hips up and took more of me inside, and so I leaned in and placed the full length of me in her. She made low, throaty sounds and I started to move back and forth, very casually, watching my cock vanish and then reappear with each stroke.

I could feel Mark's eyes behind me, watching, absorbing every second. Was he stroking himself, sitting in that chair? Was he even in the chair any longer? But I couldn't think about him for too long. What I was doing with Teri felt far too good to miss in consideration of him. I forgot about Mark altogether and focused my entire being on fucking his girlfriend.

Teri tilted her pelvis in time to my strokes, and once thus engaged she began to increase the speed and guided me to the level she wanted at the moment. Her satisfied cry when we reached that point told me all I needed to know, and I kept up the pace she had set.

That asshole of hers was tantalizingly there before me. I used the juices escaping her pussy to wet a finger and then placed that finger on her puckered opening. She laughed, and so I slid the finger inside her. 

"Oh, yes," she said.

I moved that finger in opposition to my cock, so that when my cock was coming out of her my finger was going in. She seemed to like that, and soon moved a hand back to play with her clit. She was getting close.

As was I. Fire began to build up in my balls, and the muscles that would release my cum begged for permission. I moved faster, taking her deeper each time, and she started to chant, "Yes! Yes!" with each stroke. When I saw her back muscles tense I knew how close she was, and knowing I was giving this fine young woman an orgasm I could no longer hold back my own.

Our timing was a bit off, as is to be expected with the first encounter. I stiffened and plunged myself inside her, feeling my cock gush what felt like gallons of cum into her. She pushed back against me and her cunt clenched my cock like she had a fist inside there, and she milked every drop from it. She cried out as her orgasm swept over her. Her hand on her clit moved furiously, and the knuckles jiggled my balls. 

After a while we both relaxed, and I sat back on my heels, my limp dick falling free of her. I watched a river of my cum thinned with her juices pour out of her before she fell flat on the bed and rolled over to face me.

She had a wide grin, and I believe I did, too. I moved my legs out from under me and sat beside her, gently rubbing her belly with my hand. She touched my arm, and then slid that hand down to my lap where it encircled my cock and held it.

Mark got up and approached the bed. His robe was opened and apparently the effects of the beers had worn off because he had a massive erection jutting out before him, waving like a snake with each step.

"Not bad," he said as he stopped beside the bed.

Teri sat up and immediately took his cock in her mouth. Mark smiled at me, and as much as I tried to read his face I couldn't tell exactly what he was thinking. I supposed I'd already passed the point where my foreknowledge of his intentions made any difference, and so I sat there with Teri slowly stroking my cock back into attention while she tried her very best to take all of him into her mouth.

He had me beat by at least two inches, and yet his was skinnier than mine. He was cut as well. His belly sported a humble six-pack, and his chest was narrow but firm. Not altogether unattractive, but then again I had never before taken the time to consider the attributes of another man.

My cock was nearly at full staff, and the way Teri tugged on it she let me know she wanted me to stand beside Mark, which I did. She then took turns sucking our cocks, her hands stroking whichever one was currently not being thus attended to.

I felt very odd standing next to Mark that way. Our shoulders were touching and I was overly aware of his closeness. Would he try to kiss me? I wasn't so sure I was ready for that. If he'd joined Teri on the bed to suck my dick, or even had me folded over the footboard to shove his cock up my ass I would have been less disturbed than I was thinking of his lips on mine. Kissing is so very intimate. Fucking is, well, just fucking.

He did not try. Instead, he too off his robe and moved Teri so she was on all fours, facing away from us, and he knelt up on the mattress and placed his cock inside her pussy in a manner I considered somewhat unceremonious. Perhaps by then he was beyond foreplay. Indeed, by then I suppose we all were.

"Fuck her mouth," he directed me, and I walked to the opposite side of the bed where Teri was already waiting with her jaws parted. I leaned my knees against the side of the mattress, and she engulfed me abruptly, adjusting her mouth to the rhythm of Mark's strokes behind her.

I looked across her back to Mark, who alternated watching what he was doing to her with watching me. His eyes looked glassy, like he was drunk, but I knew he wasn't. Perhaps mine looked the same. He had a hand on her ass and another on the small of her back. I wasn't sure what to do with mine, finding I had assumed a classic Superman posture with my hands on my hips. I must have looked ludicrous. I dropped one hand and placed the other on top of her head.

"Don't come yet," he advised me.

I wasn't even close, having just emptied my balls into her cunt, but his admonishment filled me with renewed concern as to why he wanted me to last. At that point I still had not resigned myself to having my first same-sex encounter, trying desperately to convince myself I was reading the signals all wrong and all Mark wanted was for the two of us to fuck Teri silly.

Things changed quickly.

Mark pulled out of her, and she released my cock from her mouth. Mark climbed on the bed and lay on his back, and Teri sat across his hips. His head was exactly where hers had been a few moments ago, although upside down, and he looked up at me while Teri slowly impaled herself on his cock and began riding him, like she was posting trot on a horse. I waited for him to say something, to give me some direction, some indication of what he wanted, but the look in his eyes said everything without him uttering a word. This, then was it.

I leaned over him, and while Teri leaned toward me to kiss my face I felt his lips encircle the head of my cock. 

I could not see him, and so it was easy to imagine Teri and not Mark sucking my dick, or if not she then some other anonymous woman doing it, but I was temporarily able to ignore the fact that it was a man. The kiss ended, however, and Teri straightened up again to ride him a little faster, and I had no place else to hide. I watched Mark take almost my whole cock into his throat.

It felt pretty much the same as having a woman suck on me. A mouth, I suppose, is a mouth. But his approach was different, he was more masterful in the way he used his tongue, more direct in extracting from me what he wanted. In all, it was building up to be the best bj I'd ever had. Maybe what it took was someone who knew what the receiving end felt like. 

Then again, it could have been the entire experience making an otherwise mundane encounter feel like a masterpiece. I gave up trying to analyze it and closed my eyes and enjoyed.

His mouth freed my cock, and I felt abandoned. I looked down at him and he smiled at me, licking his lips. "I saw you looking at her ass before," he said. "It's nice, isn't it?"

I said nothing. I didn't have to.

"You want to fuck that ass?" he asked me.

Again, no words from me were necessary.

Teri stopped moving on him and lifted off, and while he gathered himself up she went back on all fours, sticking that cute little ass up for me. Mark got off the bed entirely, and I climbed on behind Teri as she parted her legs for me. 

"You may want some of this," Mark said, and held a tube of lubricant in front of me. I took a glob of it in my hand and applied it to Teri's asshole. She squirmed as I worked it in, and yelped appreciatively when I tested the path with a finger. She leaned her front down again, and lowered her entire body so I had to bend over her to put my cock at her hole. My loins against her hips, I slid my cock inside her ass.

Now, that was tight! And hot, and yet it felt so good I could not stop. I held myself inside her for a while and then slowly started pumping myself in and out. She moaned, and again reached a hand back to play with her pussy and clit.

And then I felt Mark's hand on my ass, the cold lubricant splattered along the cleft of my cheeks. The term 'time to pay the piper' came to mind. He had allowed me to fuck his girlfriend every way imaginable. I supposed it was due him to have me as well, any way he wanted.

I concentrated on fucking Teri's ass and tried to ignore what was happening to my own, but his first exploratory penetration with a finger sent shockwaves up my spine. I'd had girls finger my ass before, and one had donned a strap-on and punished me for what felt like an eternity that way, but this would be my first male let inside. All the prejudices and fears built up from childhood on collided with the part of my brain that wanted it to happen, struggling for control. The battle was short and decisive.

I relaxed, and when he felt that he took his finger out and I felt something much larger press against my asshole.

"Just do it," I said.

He slid inside me, and I was amazed at how easily I accommodated him. It felt hot, almost searing, and the pressure was immense. As if to distract me, Teri began to move her bottom in slow circles, giving my cock all new sensations being inside her. It worked. Before I knew it Mark was fucking my ass with vigor, and damn it all, I liked how it felt.

My orgasm wouldn't be denied for long. I pumped myself into her more quickly, and Mark adjusted to meet my speed. It was almost as if I were fucking my own ass. I heard his breathing behind me coming in short hot gasps and I knew he was close as well. Below me, Teri was bringing herself to another climax. Hearing her delighted squeals ripped away whatever pretense of control I had left, and as I felt my cum traverse the length of my cock I pulled out of her ass and watched as long stringy gobs of cum splattered up her back.

Mark pulled out of me as well, and I felt his cum hit my spine like buckshot. I could hear him pumping his cock by hand, squeezing every last drop out. Before me, Teri collapsed, exhausted and spent. I felt pretty much the same.

"Shower," Mark said, and the three of us walked (in Teri's case staggered) naked to the bathroom. Mark adjusted the water into a hot stream and Teri grabbed a stack of white towels from the pantry, placing them on the counter neat the sink.

Their shower was not built for three, so getting us all in there and moving about started to feel like a vertical game of Twister. Mark broke the soap into three pieces and passed them out, and instead of every man for themselves we took to washing each other. He did Teri, she did me, and I did Mark, which I suspect was preplanned.

I scrubbed his chest and back, and washing another man didn't feel as odd as I might have imagined it would, perhaps because this particular man had just had his dick up my ass. I washed his ass, and wondered what it would feel like to be up there, and then Teri asked me to squat down so she could shampoo my hair. I did, and while down there decided to go ahead and get it all over with.

I soaped up my hands and scrubbed Mark's cock, knowing full well where it had just been and wanting no traces of that behind, considering what I was about to do. His cock had a slight twist in it to one side, so at full erection it formed a slight corkscrew. His balls were tight against his body, a typical winter phenomena. He trimmed his pubes. 

I could delay no longer by studying the esoterica of his anatomy and hygiene. I held his cock under the running water to rinse, and as Teri worked a mountain of suds into my scalp I parted my jaws and took Mark's cock into my mouth.

It felt huge, and I struggled not to gag. I could only get a few inches beyond the head inside without feeling it poke at the back of my throat. It was my first time, I hoped he understood.

The taste was nothing, having been freshly washed. I became aware of keeping my teeth away from him, knowing how painful a misplaced bicuspid can be. I used my tongue on him, and found that doing so allowed me to take more of him in. I started to pump my face over his cock, a little faster every time.

"Don't rush," he said from above me.

I wasn't, for his sake, but had to for my own. The shower water was pouring off our bodies and it felt like it was all concentrating on my face. As my mouth was occupied, I had to breathe through my nose and every third breath or so I took water up with the air. If I stayed like that I feared drowning more than anything else.

I placed a hand on his ass, to steady myself, and one on his balls, which had started to descend again. His hand had replaced Teri's atop my head, and he eventually stiffened his grip so that my head was no longer moving on him as much as he was moving on me. I stopped moving altogether and let him fuck my mouth.

"You don't have to take it all the way," he said.

I had no idea what to expect anyway, so I had already decided to keep him as long as I could. I heard his breath quicken, and peeked up to see his belly contracting as he struggled to hold back his climax. The water forced my eyes closed again and I waited.

But not for long.

My mouth was suddenly full. My reflex was to spit it all out again, but I forced myself to swallow. It was hot and thick and I felt strings dragging down my throat, but before I could even consider what was happening I was full again and swallowed this second mouthful, finding it a bit easier to take.

The taste was the hardest part to accept. It was strong, and salty, not like blood but most definitely the product of a powerful animal. Not altogether unpleasant, but it would take a while, I supposed, to get to the point where I might actually look forward to doing it again without some trepidation.

His limp dick fell out of my mouth and I used the shower water to rinse and spit a few times. I stood, and we all hugged and kissed, and by then the water was getting cold so we got out. Each dried off alone, and Mark said he needed another beer. Teri went to get it for him.

"Did you like?" he asked when we were alone.

I told him I wasn't sure. It was too soon to tell. I might wake up in the morning, horrified at what I'd done, and change my name and move to another state. I just didn't know.

"Well, if it helps any," he said, "you were terrific."

It was a compliment. I took it as such. Perspective may alter that view in the future (it hasn't yet, and that night was over a year ago) but for then I felt very good about myself, as I did whenever a new lover told me how nice being with me had been.

We slept together in their big bed, with fresh sheets and a thick down comforter. In the morning Teri made a hearty breakfast while Mark and I dug out our respective cars. The storm had dumped almost a foot of snow. The plows had cleared the streets and left sand and salt behind to help the sunlight finish the job. I could leave whenever I was ready.

We ate, and made small talk. It was as if the past night had never happened. But, really, what sense was there in rehashing everything we'd done? We'd all been there, we knew all the details.

As I tugged on my coat to leave, both Teri and Mark kissed me goodbye and told me to come back any time.

"I don't want this to be just a one-time thing," Mark told me. "But, that's all up to you."

And so it was. I put on my gloves.

"Pot roast tonight," Teri said, playing the temptress, and assuming that the way to a man's heart (or at least his dick) truly is through his stomach.

I looked at them both. More thoughts ran through my brain in the next few seconds than usually made the journey in a month. I was overloaded, totally incapable of making a decision at that point, and yet I heard myself say, "I'll pick up a bottle of wine."

Then I had decided. But there was more.

"And," I added authoritatively, "I get to pick the movie this time."

Mark smiled. Teri vanished back into the kitchen. I went home.

A quick change of clothes and a check for any messages left on the phone (there were none) and I was ready to leave again. I not only bought a bottle of red wine for the meal but an apple pie for desert. How much more American could we get, with pot roast and apple pie? And yet, what a different America it was turning out to be.

I drove back to their place.



The Eventful Bus Ride



Hello everyone, this is my first attempt at erotic fiction. I'm going with an idea present to me by a friend and want to see what you think. Please read and review and I look forward to your input! Thanks for reading! Oh, and of course, everyone depicted here is eighteen or older! 

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At this moment, I was still attempting to fathom exactly what sting of fateful events had transpired to bring me to this exact moment to have this young, eighteen year old goddess' head bobbing down hungrily on my lap, lavishing my thick, swollen member in the heaven that was her mouth. I had long ago made the realization that I was going to hell because I was breaking every ethical and moral fiber of my being by doing this, and honestly that made me the hardest I had ever been in my life.

The day had started out as mundane as any in my life, well as mundane as it can for an assistant debate coach. That entailed me having to wake up at the bright, perky hour of three in the morning to make it to the high school to load onto the bus that would take me and my team of overly rambunctious energetic students on the three hour drive to Denver for our national qualifiers round.

Waking this early in the morning left me asking why I had chosen to take up the position as an assistant coach at the local high school. I knew the answer instantly, it came from the fact that the school was paying me a pretty sum for my prior debate experience in high school, not to mention the multitude of political science and criminal justice classes I had already taken for me to graduate at the end of the year.

Of course, the money wasn't everything that kept me motivated me at helping coach debate. There was also the fact that Pershing Prep was an all girls school, and being immersed amongst thirty some-odd high school girls didn't hurt at all.

"Hey Nick!" Came the cheery voice of Brooke Shields, one of those bubbly, always positive sort of girls who continued to baffle me. It should be criminal for anyone to be this cheery at this time in the morning. I nodded to her as she bounded up the steps of the bus. I couldn't help but notice that she wore the traditional school uniform; pristine white button-up shirt, turquoise-and-emerald tie that complemented the pleated skirt that was wonderful at showing off the girls' toned legs.

Yeah, that's why I keep coming back. I thought humorously to myself. As I yawned quietly as I made my way up the steps into the bus. I frowned slightly as I saw the driver. It was Jake, he wasn't the first choice I would have hoped for driving the bus. Jake had a habit of getting us lost on numerous occasion and I figured it would automatically add an additional hour on the trip's time.

Thankfully, he wasn't going to be my concern that was left to Sheryl, the head coach. All I was needed for was to help watch after the girls, and try and catch some much needed sleep.

As I rounded the corner, I locked eyes with my boss. Sheryl Duvall was a stunning woman, in her late thirties, the woman still looked vibrant and youthful and honestly I had harbored more than my faire-share of fantasies of what I would like to do with her. She kept her blonde hair short, and it did well to accentuate her alabaster skin. She preferred to dress conservatively, wearing pant-suits and blazers, but she also knew how to exploit her femininity. From the supple way she filled out her blouse, to how her legs seemed to go on forever, I fantasized about her and I alone in her classroom, and me bending her over her desk, while I rammed my nice hard member into her before I came all over her phenomenal ass.

Ah, to only dream...I thought as I gave her a welcoming smile. "How's it going, Miss Duvall?" If there was one thing that Sheryl was completely adamant about it was maintaining discipline. Perhaps that was why I fantasized about her as much as I did, there was nothing sexier than a strong woman who demanded respect.

"Hi Nick," She said with her own yawn, "Sorry about that, but honestly I can't wait for us to get on the road. This is going to be a long day." She grumbled, her eyes settling on the back of the driver's head.

"I don't doubt it." I said with a grin of my own, as I looked at everyone who had assembled. As a part of our requirements to participate in tournaments, we were required to provide a number of our own judges. Often times than not we were scraping the bottom of the barrel to find victims...err volunteers. Today though, it seemed like we had a full house and every one of them seemed to have made it onto the bus before I had.

As a general rule, the coaches and judges usually filled the front of the bus while the students packed into the back. I knew from my days in debate that the reasons for that were strikingly obvious, but with it being an all-girls team, I couldn't think of any other reason than for them to escape the dreaded lepers that were adults.

All the same, I found myself filling a bench seat about midway through the bus. I tossed my backpack down on the floor and kicked my feet up on the opposite seat. The pillow I had brought to be my faithful companion was now tucked behind my head as I reached into my coat pocket for my ipod to drift into blissful oblivion.

There was a slight ruffle in the seat behind me that forced my eyes to open. I was rewarded with the overly eager expression of Brittany Shaw looking down at me. She was one of my seniors, and honestly continued to baffle me that someone so gorgeous could be so smart. Those two qualities weren't all that common. Her deep, emerald eyes were mesmerizing even in the dim glow from the bus' internal lights.

"Hi Nick," She said, her voice light and humorous. "Looks like you got suckered with babysitting us."

"I got suckered with nothing," I replied, as I tossed one ear-bud in. "I think you're all old enough to look after yourselves with me chaperoning."

"Oh...you think so." She said, her voice taking on a quirky edge. "To tell you the truth, I wouldn't trust half of the girls alone if I were you."

"Thankfully we're on a bus, no one's alone." I said hoping to brush her off and letting me fall asleep. Sure, talking and dealing with the girls was fun, but at this god-awful hour I just wanted to sleep a few extra hours so I could feel somewhat human.

Brittany, for all her character, merely smirked at me. "Oh, you'd be surprised." She said with a wink, but soon departed.

Pretty soon we were underway. For a lot of people sleeping on a bus is difficult. The constant vibration and jostling from the shocks tend to unnerve some people. For me, it could put me out like a light. While I might sleep, I'm a light sleep, so when I felt something brush against my leg, I was instantly awake. I frowned as I saw Brittany kneeling in the aisle. 

"What's going on?" I asked groggily, pulling my ear-buds out as I leaned forward and looked around the rest of the bus. I was surprised to find most of our judges sleeping soundly, actually most of the bus seemed pretty zonked.

"I need to ask you some questions." Brittany said in a low voice.

"About your case? Can't it wait?" I grumbled really not interested in letting my brain get started this early in the morning.

"Actually, it's not about the case." She said in the same low voice. "But I'm wide awake and full of energy, I need to do something or I'm going to be useless for the tournament."

I quirked an eyebrow at her, "Can't you talk to one of the other girls, I mean, I'm sure Brooke is bursting to talk about anything."

Brittany snorted a laugh, "Brooke's out like a light and drooling!" 

There was something cute about that little laugh of her that made me think the request over again. "Fine, what do you want to talk about?" I asked.

"Here, let's talk back here so we don't wake anyone up." She beamed, utterly enthused as she beckoned me to follow her back another row. I looked around at the arrangement. It would place two empty rows of seats between us and the judges as well as the students all of whom also looked to be out. At first I was a little apprehensive, but when she situated herself in one bench seat then patted the seat across from her, I felt somewhat more confident that nothing was amiss.

"Okay," I said as I settled into the seat, "What do you want to talk about?"

"Boys!" She said eagerly.

"That's it, I'm leaving." I said as I began to stand up.

Almost as quickly as I rose, her hand shot out and grabbed my arm, "Please, Nick. I really, really need to talk to you about this."

"And I really, really like my job. I'm not going to talk about this with you Brittany."

She smirked at me, "Come on, Nick. It's harmless. What's wrong with just talking?"

"Because talking isn't always harmless," I muttered as I stared into those pleading emerald eyes. Against my better judgment, I chose to retake my seat.

"And you'd know this for a fact?" She asked, her voice taking on that tone of sweet and innocence. 

"What do you want to know?" I said, hoping to get this over with as quickly as possible. I glanced down at my phone, and noticed that we had only been on the road for about forty-five minutes.

She leaned forward, keeping her voice so low that I even found it difficult to hear her over the rumble of the bus. "Look, I've been dating my boyfriend, Aaron, for the last couple months, well things are sort of getting a little...well physical."

"I don't want to talk about this." I said realizing the trouble I would find myself in just hearing this much. I began to stand, but Brittany blocked me, she quickly filled the bench seat with me.

"Brittany move!" I demanded in a low growl.

"Nope," She grinned impishly, "I need your help and you're going to give it to me."

"No, I'm not." He hissed back.

"Yes, you are, or Miss Duvall is going to hear about how you tried to take advantage of me back here." She threatened.

I blinked at her horrified. "What the..."

"I need some help with something, and you're the perfect specimen for the job." She said with an evil twinkle in her eye.

"You little bitch." I growled angrily.

She leaned forward, and I flinched as I felt her soft, delicate fingers on the side of my cheek as she whispered into my ear, "I'm a naughty little bitch, Nick." She said softly. "Now just be quiet and help me out and no one will have to know any different."

"I don't..." I began, but her fingertips brushed down along my jaw until I felt it against my lips. 

"Shh..." she cooed, "Listen, you're a smart guy, and really cute too, but most of all smart. You know that I could get you fired this moment by just accusing you of impropriety. What I need is inappropriate, but the difference is that if you do this, it'll just be between you and me, and hopefully when it's all said and done you'll come out of this enjoying it as much as I will."

She cast a casual glance around the bus to make sure that everyone else was still asleep before she scooted back to the edge of the bench seat. "Now, Nick, as I was saying, Aaron and I have started to get a little physical...unfortunately I'm not...well versed in certain things." She said as she trailed a hand down my chest, until it settled on my crotch.

I flinched slightly at her touch, and damned my member as it responded to the girl's touch. Damn it, as much as I found dominating women enticing, this wasn't what I had in mind, I just wished my hormone addled mind would listen to my better judgment.

"Then watch porn if you want to get 'well versed.'" I growled back.

She shook her head, her short auburn locks flowing around her head, "I don't think so. I've never really been one for porn." She said as she continued to stroke, "And why should I when I have such a willing candidate to practice on."

Despite my best intentions, my body was mutinying on me. my member was now painfully erect and I was cursing myself with the reality that it had been so long since I last felt anyone's touch other than my own. 

"Shouldn't you be doing this with your boyfriend?" I grumbled back breathing deep.

"Aaron's one who likes experienced girls, and unfortunately that's something I'm not...yet, anyway." She said simply.

"This is idiotic!" I hissed.

"No, this is hard." She said gripping my member through my pants. "Look, Nick. We were messing around last night, he got me hot and heavy, and then when I tried to blow him, he got upset. Said I sucked at it, and dumped me off at my house to be with that slut Tiffany. I'm fucking horny, and I'm going to learn how to do this right. And you're going to be the good assistant coach that you are and teach me how to do it right. You understand."

I blinked, trying to process all that she had said through my fogged-filled mind. I could tell that she wasn't very skilled at what she was doing, but it had been so long that I didn't care all that much at this point. In any normal circumstance, I would like to comfort this girl and tell her that her boyfriend was a shit and she should strive for better...

But since she had her hand already on my crotch, such sentimentalities were clearly out the door.

With a soft groan, I nodded. "Fine, but Brittany, I need to know, how old are you?"

She smirked, "I turned eighteen last September. So do we have an understanding?"

"I'm so going to hell." I whispered softly.

"I promise to make it a fun trip." She said with a wink as she leaned back.

I had always snuck peaks at all of the girls on the team, and Brittany was no exception, but I hadn't really fantasized about her. Now though, I was looking at her in an entirely new light. The glow from the interior lights was almost nonexistent, but I could still make out the outline of her budding body. She had a small chest, but it was the flair of her hips and deliciously toned legs that had initially drawn my attention to her.

"What do you want to do?" I asked.

She smirked as she leaned forward, her hands fumbling over the button and fly of my pants, "I want to see what I have to work with first."

I couldn't believe this was happening, and I was damning myself for it. Still I knew she was dead honest about accusing me of doing exactly what it was she now doing should I try and stop her.

"Lift your hips," she growled, her voice becoming husky.

"You're not taking my pants off!" I hissed.

"I'm just easing them down, I want to see all of you."

I cursed as I lifted my hips slightly and she pulled down my jeans and boxers down to my mid-thighs. My member sprung free, standing proudly. I could already feel a thick, warm glob of pre-cum oozing down my swollen cockhead. I shivered as I felt Brittany's warm breath on my member.

"Wow, it's not as long as Aaron's." She said.

"Thanks," I growled angrily.

"But it's so thick." She said, as I suddenly felt her delicate fingers wrapping around my girth. I closed my eyes and gasped longingly as I felt a woman's touch once again. Another trickle of clear pre-cum streamed out from my head. "Looks like someone's overly excited."

"Just...just get it over with." I growled.

"With pleasure," Brittany said as she leaned forward, his tongue lapping at the tip of my head, a single strand of my pre-cum trailing from my head to her luscious lips. "hmm...tasty. What do I do now?"

I looked at her transfixed, "You're doing a pretty damn good job with just your tongue so far." I whispered.

"Oh, you liked that did you?" she asked as she continued to tease me by lapping her tongue over my head, I closed my eyes and gasped lightly. Taking my moans as motivation, she began enticing my entire length with her tongue. It teased and lapped, and suckled my thick, hard member. More and more pre-cum continued to gush forth, and she pulled away from my dick with a wide grin on her face. "You're getting almost as wet as I am." She said as she took one of my hands and guided it under her skirt.

I tried to pull away, but she gave me a challenging expression. Knowing the stakes, I relented and was rewarded by feeling the soaked fabric of her panties against my touch. Prompted by instinct rather than common sense, my fingers began to massage and circle her covered sex. A soft moan escapes her lips, "Oh yeah, that's what I've needed." She said before returning her attention to lavishing my member with her tongue.

"Use your lips," I whisper, continuing to be enthralled at just how soaked her panties are. Brittany nodded once as I suddenly feel her tongue replaced by her lips as they began to suck and tease my shaft. To my surprise, she sinks lower and lower along my length, and I'm surprised to find that she beginning to kiss and suckle my sack while continuing to stroke my cock. "Oh God, Brittany!" I whisper in surprise as I feel her take one of my balls into her mouth and sucking on it tantalizingly. "How can anyone say that you're bad at this!" I whisper.

She let my ball fall from her lips as she looked up at me, "Oh, that's because this is about all I can do." She said with a pout. 

"Well, don't stop," I whisper back to her, as if to encourage her, I let my fingers become a bit more adventurous, peeling aside the edge of her panties so that I could feel her delicate folds against my bare fingers. A shiver ran through her body in that moment. 

She took my encouragement and once again resumed her kissing and licking of my sack as her hand danced over my length.

I was trying to keep myself as quiet as possible, this was both exhilarating and terrifying all at the same time, and that made it all the more arousing. Here was this eighteen year old girl sucking me off on a bus full of students and adults, and at the very least I could go to jail for this, but as I felt her warm slick folds against my fingers, and her lips lavishing me, I could care less.

I pulled my fingers away from her wet twat and Brittany gave me a distressed look as I brought the fingers to my nose and inhaled deeply. She smelled like heaven before giving them a telling lick. God, that was a taste I could never live without!

"Time to learn some more." I growled, abandoning my resistance as I began to stroke her short brown locks. "Now you're going to learn how to suck cock." She seemed to give me this innocent, eager expression, as I guided her lips towards my swollen cockhead.

"First thing you want to do is clamp your lips around my cock, but be careful of your teeth." I warned, she obeyed, her big emerald eyes looking up to me hungrily as she did as I said. "That's good," I moaned, "Now remember to use your tongue when your lips are near my tip, tease my...yeah, like that." God, the girl was a quick study! I thought as I felt her tongue dance over my sensitive head. "Now just bob your head down, taking as much as you can."

She did as I commanded, lowering her head carefully. My girth was considerable and I loved the way her mouth tried to take as much of me into her as she could. It was amazing. I moaned again as the girl's tongue went to work every time her head bobbed up. Without any encouragement, I felt her hand once again continue to stroke the remainder of my seven-inch cock that she couldn't handle.

After a few minutes, her gyrations began pickup, her head beginning to bob faster and faster. I closed my eyes, lavishing in the heaven that was her mouth. My hips were beginning to buck and I began thrusting my member further and deeper into her wanting mouth. Brittany for all her effort was more than eager to accommodate, and before long I could feel my head pressing into the back of her mouth as she continued to look up to me in hunger.

She pulled free of my slick cock, a thick trail of saliva and pre-cum drooling from her lips. "Christ, I'm so fucking hot right now." She said as she reached under her skirt, in one quick move, her panties came into view as she pulled them down her thighs. She shifted around the bench seat until they were completely off. "I need this cock in me now." She growled.




The Eventful Bus Ride



I looked around, both in hunger and in fear. "We can't."

"I don't care," She said, lifting up her skirt, and for the first time letting me see her completely bald pussy for my own eyes. her lips were swollen and slick with excitement. "I'm so fucking horny right now." She said as she mounted my thighs. I tried to protest, but I knew it would be futile as I felt her fingers wrap around my length and begin guiding it into her entrance.

I closed my eyes as I felt my head brush against the entrance to her slit. Her lips spread invitingly, before she sunk herself down upon my entire length. I moaned deeply, gasping in blissful pain at just how tight this girl was.

"Oh...fuck...yes..." she growled as she wrapped her hands around my shoulders and buried her head into my chest. Already I could feel her body tremble as her first orgasm washed over her. "That's what I've fucking needed for so long." She said as she raised her hips before sinking them once again. She wasn't slow or careful, as she began thrusting down hard on my cock. 

I was gasping for breath as my head swam with just how unbelievably incredible it felt to have my member embraced by her pussy. My hands reached forward, and I felt them groping for her covered breasts. Brittany was quick to guide them under her blouse and I marveled at the reality that she wasn't wearing a bra. Her nipples felt like hardened nubs against my palm as I tweaked and caressed them while she continued to hammer down on my cock. 

Soon, I wasn't able to control myself as I began to match her thrusts with my own, driving my cock harder and deeper into her eager pussy. Brittany was beginning to moan louder and louder as I continued to ram myself into her. It came to such a point, that I clamped her lips shut with my own, opening them and letting my tongue slip into her mouth. She relished the sensation and in short order both of us forgot where we were or what we were doing. All that mattered was the sensational feeling of my thick, hard cock slamming into her slopping, wet, hot pussy. 

"Fuck," I groaned after a moment, "I'm going to cum." I gasped.

"Do it, I'm so close! cum inside, me, I'm on the pill." She growled animalistic vigor as she increased her pace faster and harder. Before it was too much for me to handle and I freed one of my hands from her budding breasts to grab her by the back of her head and force us into a deep passionate kiss as I felt myself swell with one final thrust before erupting inside her. I gasped hungrily as I felt the first spurt of my hot, gooey milk fill her insides, then the second, third, fourth. Instantly, I felt Brittany's body shiver, her pussy clamping down on my cock as her body was overcome with wave after wave of blissful pleasure. 

We stayed where we were on the bench seat, our bodies intertwined, my member locked in her inviting slit. After a moment, Brittany laughed, "Aren't you supposed to get soft?" She asked wiggling her hips seductively.

"When I'm in a nymph like yourself, fat chance." I whispered back. "Actually, I can usually come a couple more times before I'm satisfied."

"Hmm...I like the sound of that." A new voice said, I looked up horrified to see Brooke Shields looking down at us. 

To be continued...