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Ringer

By: AngelCherysse



As always, the characters, places and events depicted in this story are fictional. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely the product of your overactive imagination. I ain't takin' the rap for it, Bud!

*****

"Nicole Norman, you have to be out of your mind," I murmured to myself disbelievingly, as I gazed at my reflection in the mirror. I was in the pink tonight – Shocking Pink to be exact. This was a first for me. Usually, I'm the 'classy brunette professional' type; sophisticated, a little aloof, definitely not easy pickings. My friend Cindy had been on my case for weeks, telling me I needed to loosen up a little, take chances, have more fun.

"Try going blonde for a change," she badgered. "Get a new dress and new heels, too; something more daring. It will give you a whole new outlook. Trust me."

I wasn't really sure I needed a 'whole new outlook'. For that matter, Cindy was already 'blonde' enough for both of us. She was the flighty, flirty, bimbo-ish social butterfly of our improbable pairing, drawing everyone to her like bees to honey. I liked having a friend like Cindy. I will be the first to admit; I was still a bit inhibited as 'Nicole', though not nearly so much as 'Nick'. I enjoyed meeting and chatting with the people Cindy inevitably drew to our side.

So, okay; I spent a little money this week. Who am I kidding? We're talking about women's clubwear. I spent a ton of money. I found the dress – believe it or not – on a rack in my favorite adult magazine, video and toy store. It was appropriate for the venue, looking like something right out of a Vivid or Wicked Pictures video; a four-way stretch spandex bustier-style micro-minidress in a tight hooked knit, with long sleeves which 'attached' via some stitching just below the armpits. The overall effect was a sprayed-on Shocking Pink tube which left my upper chest, back, and shoulders bare and just covered my boobs and tush – as long as I didn't sit down, bend over, or move around too much, as in walking or dancing. That would reveal the dark welts of my sheer black stockings, held in place by my tightly-laced corset's eight garters, as well as a generous expanse of creamy thigh. Understated, it wasn't. Overexposed? Well….

The dress was a perfect showcase for my new silicone breast forms. I had spent five hundred fifty dollars on the D-cuppers, plus an extra hundred to match the color to my own flesh tone. When the manufacturer promised 'exact match', they weren't exaggerating. When attached to my chest with the special medical adhesive, the beveled flanges showed barely a trace of seam. With a little theatrical makeup, they looked for all the world to be real, right down to the dark areola and erect nipples.

I had the tush for it, too. When I was younger, 'Nick' had been razzed mercilessly by his schoolmates for his round, firm, prominent butt, so unlike the taut, flat rear ends of his friends. Since coming out as 'Nicole', I thanked God every day for my generously-proportioned caboose. With diet, exercise and a tight corset, I had the perfect twenty-two-inch waist and bubble butt to compliment my new boobies. 

The gods smiled; I found matching purse and five-inch ankle-strap stiletto sandals at Wild Pair and earrings, necklace and bracelet at Claire's. Serendipity? Kismet? Karma? Dumb, idiot luck? Whatever; I'll take it all! Cindy and I had originally met at our mutual favorite wig store. She insisted on accompanying me this time to select just the right hair. Knowing Cindy's tastes in tonsorial artistry, not to mention her powers of persuasion (damn it, why did my best 'girlfriend' have to be a lawyer in real life?), I tried to gracefully extricate myself from the experience – without success. So, I wound up with this….

Okay, stick to the good points. It does coordinate nicely with the rest of the outfit. I like the soft, tickling feel as it brushes back and forth across the bare skin of my shoulders and back; mid-back, actually. Do I look good with a mane of big, loose curls? Well, yeah, I'm willing to concede the point - but it's not so outrageously full and poufy that I can't walk through standard doorways without snagging it on the frame. As long as everyone around me is wearing sunglasses (a big thing in the club scene here; everyone wants to show how 'cool' they are), they won't be flash-blinded when the lights hit my dazzling pale-champagne tresses. To be honest, it sorta-kinda looks like something you would see in a music video.

I did my makeup accordingly; not Tammy Faye, but provocative. I guess that was Cindy's influence on me, too. Well, it went with the outfit and hair, didn't it? I looked at myself in the mirror and nodded. Here we go; I'm ready to take my place next to the other trashionistas. What the hell; it's only one night. If it doesn't work, no harm, no foul; I'll just go back to being Miss Understated-Hard-To-Get-Brunette.

It was my turn to drive. (Actually, I try to make every turn my turn to drive. Cindy tends to overdo when guys start buying her drinks. It simply would not do for us to get pulled over by the police on our way home.) Bless her heart; for once, my partner-in-crime was waiting outside the entrance to her building when I pulled up. She slipped into the passenger seat – and a state of shock when she saw me. Really, Girlfriend; I'm flattered you want to show me how healthy your tonsils are, but you can close your mouth now.

"Oh… my… God," she gasped.

Always ready with a snappy comeback, I gave her one.

"What?"

"Just… drive," she murmured, her mouth drawn into a huge smirk.

During our trip into the city, she only broke her silence once.

"Did you get implants, Sweetie?" she teased. "I thought you were… smaller."

"Cute," I responded tersely. "You should try out for Last Comic Standing. Break a leg!"

Another reason I like to drive on our little excursions is I like my car. So does Cindy. Yes, it was absurdly, obscenely expensive. Yes, it is utterly impractical. Even though it is a V-Six, is has the same or better power than many American V-Eights. The sleek, low-slung Japanese styling is reminiscent of the best of the Italian exoticars. What's the point of having a dream car if all you do is dream about it? I'm sure, some day, I'll have an old, dependable family sedan or minivan, complete with family (will that make me a Soccer Mom?). Until then, this is absolutely perfect for teleporting two gorgeous chicks (Cindy and me) to their weekend destination-of-preference - and making them look like stars in the process.

As we approached Showbar, our favorite chic, trendy, see-and-be-seen dance club, Cindy broke her silence.

"Valet it," she murmured.

Well, yeah; I'm not an idiot. As much as we like to strut our stuff up the street to the door – or, at least, the end of the line with the other schlubs – I would much rather pay a little extra to some movie-star-wannabe to park it in the lighted, secure lot across the street so it won't be missing anything (wheels and tires, battery, seats, stereo, doors, body panels, glass, engine, transmission) when we returned for it. Okay, I like seeing the way we turn heads when we pull up, too.

We pulled up and heads turned. Sigh. A bright-eyed, dimple-cheeked next-Brad-Pitt type in a red vest hurried around to my side, opened my door for me and held out his hand for mine. I stepped out, tugging down my skirt in the process, then looked up to smile my thank-you. The goof was just standing there, stunned, staring at me with a huge grin stuck on his face. I snapped my beautifully-manicured fingertips a couple of times to get his attention. Hello, I'm here. Thank you. You can get in and park the car now.

"Huh?" he uttered. "Oh, sorry. I'm just… thank you, Miss Spires. I'll… take care of it right away.

Miss Spires?

I walked around the front of the car to join Cindy on the sidewalk. As I rounded the passenger-side fender and turned in the direction of the waiting line, the crowd fell silent, as though God himself had reached down from the heavens and snatched the breath from their lungs. Then the chant began.

Cassie! Cassie! Cassie! Cassie!

"We love you, Cassie!!!!"

"I have all your CDs!"

"Smile for me so I can take your picture with my cell phone. My friends won't believe this!"

"Hey, Cassie! Did you get new implants? Lookin' good, Girlfriend!"

I looked around, then at Cindy. The smirk on her face was even bigger than before. I started to strut down the sidewalk toward the end of the line. Before I had taken my second step, the door guy had unhooked the red velvet rope leading to the entrance.

"Right this way, Miss Spires," he gushed deferentially. "It's a pleasure to have you and your entourage here tonight. Have a good time."

Entourage? I glanced once again at the empty space behind us, then at Cindy, then back at the door guy.

"My 'entourage' and I thank you," I responded brightly, relishing the special treatment.

As Cindy and I advanced towards the door, I tilted my head close to hers.

"Miss Spires?" I murmured in her ear.

"You didn't know?" she asked, astonished. "Girl, you could be her identical twin. Let's run with it a while and see what happens."

Believe it or not, there are people on this planet who do not hang on Cassidy Spire's every song, video, interview, romance, public appearance, photo op, sound bite, smile, frown, sneer, denial, arrest, emotional breakdown and/or fart. I know that sounds like heresy in this "It's now, it's happening, it's trendy" culture, but that's just the way it is. For instance, the Amish have neither televisions nor the electricity to power them. There are still a few wayward Imperial Japanese soldiers hiding out in caves in the South Pacific, unaware the war is over, let alone who or what is 'in'. The Dalai Lama and his acolytes have more important spiritual issues to dwell on. Then, there is me.

At least, I am aware of Cassie Spires. I didn't see her movie (singular). I don't buy her CDs. I am certain I could name all her songs that I know on the fingers of one hand and still securely hold a beer mug – that is, if I drank beer. I stopped following the exploits of Pop divas after Cher's absolutely-positively-I'm-not-kidding-this-time-this-is-for-real-your-last chance-ever-from-now-on-I'm-only-doing-Vegas-like-Celine-and-you-can-come-to-me 'Farewell Tour.' Would I recognize Cassie Spires if I saw her on the street? Probably not. Apparently, all I had to do tonight was look in the mirror.

We were 'comped' right through the front door. No cover charge? Hey, I could get used to this. I was having more trouble getting used to the expressions of abject shock on the faces around me as we made our way across the main floor. I scanned my outfit more than once, making certain nothing was showing. I felt vaguely uneasy about all the attention, as though I had worn a pink polo shirt, plaid pants, white leather belt and shoes and a bad comb-over, like some beer-bellied country-club duffer. The difference was, everyone was fawning over me, not smirking. Cindy just strutted regally, her arm through mine, as though it was the most natural thing on earth.

It wasn't our first visit to the VIP Room by a long shot. We practically lived there, thanks to Cindy's quasi-celebrity. This time, I was given the star treatment; best table (overlooking the dance floor), complimentary champagne (my first time for Cristal; highly overrated, but what the heck - it was free), the works. I had several opportunities to scribble my autograph – well, Cassie's autograph – on napkins and business cards. As long as there isn't an authenticator from Christie's or Sotheby's on hand, everything will be hunky-dory. 

The conversation was a little difficult to keep up with, coming as it was from several directions at once.

"Cassie, are you in town for a concert? I never heard a thing about it! Can you get me tickets?"

"Cassie, did you get new implants? Your boobs used to be… smaller. I adore the new ones!"

"Cassie, that look is so right out of your Ballistic video. I love it!"

"Cassie, where's the baby? Didn't you bring the baby?"

I fielded that one.

"No, she has a drinking problem. She's okay with formula, but really can't handle the hard stuff. I left her at home with…"

(Kelvin? Kris? Conan?)

"… Kyle."

"Kyle? Who's Kyle? What about your husband, Kenny?"

"Oh Honey, that was soooo last week," I ad-libbed glibly. "Don't you watch Access? God knows, I pay them enough to shill for me. Anyway, after nine months, it's my turn to go out and have a little fun."

"I can't believe you got your figure back so fast! What's your secret?"

"Surrogacy," I responded matter-of-factly. "Try it some time. Waitress?"

The second bottle was better than the first. Maybe it was just my perception of it (I already had a nice buzz going from the first bottle). Maybe it was because the hangers-on actually went to get drinks of their own and left Cindy and me a little breathing room. Of course, that couldn't last forever.

Song! Song! Song! Song!

The floor trembled from the stamp of feet on the main floor. My chair moved, unbidden, a little with each thundering pulse. Even the exposed steel I-beams above our heads were vibrating in perfect sync. I looked over the edge of the balcony and saw the sea of faces staring up at me and chanting. I stared at Cindy – and gulped.

"You'd better do it," she urged, stifling a guffaw. "They won't let it go."

"Do?" I repeated. "What?"

"Sing one of your songs," she answered, as smug as could be. "I'll do the background vocals, if you want. I've always wanted to be on stage."

"Sing one of my songs?" I aped incredulously. "You gotta be kidding me!"

She wasn't kidding me. Cindy snared my arm in hers, hustled me down the stairs and up on stage before the amassed throng on the dance floor. The applause and cheers were tumultuous. I looked around the stage at my feet. Don't these things usually have a trap door? Won't they be kind enough to open it and let me drop out of sight? No such luck on either count.

"You're fine…" Cindy hissed in my ear.

Easy for her to say; they won't be lynching her when they find out I'm a fraud.

"… just sing the song, then wave and get off the stage. Don't thank them, don't say anything. They're used to that kind of diva behavior. In fact, they'll expect it – and love you for it."

"Wha-what song should I sing?" I stammered. "I don't know any of…"

"Sing 'Ballistic', Silly," she chided, shaking her head. "Don't you know anything? It's Number One on all the charts. MTV is playing it to death. Now, smile and be fabulous. I'll be right here behind you. No one will suspect a thing!"

Yeah, right. After this little stunt, I'll be Number One, too – on the FBI's Most Wanted list.

The Jumbotron behind me exploded into life with the real Cassie Spire's Ballistic video. The cacophonous sound from the speaker banks was almost a physical force, nearly blowing me off the stage. I didn't trust the crowd to catch me, but I'm sure they would get in a grope or two before I crashed to the ground. 

If I hadn't been a couple of sheets to the wind, I would have been paralyzed with fright. As I listened to the intro, I suddenly realized I was sorta-kinda familiar with it. I flipped through MTV a lot – on my way from NatGeo to The History Channel and back. Cindy was right; Cassie's new video seemed to be on every time MTV came up on my television screen.

"I saw you 'cross the dance floor and my heart stood still, I never

knew someone like you could make me feel such a thrill. I slinked

up to your side, caressed your cheek and nuzzled your face, I wanna

sex you up from head to toe, I'm such a disgrace.

I'm goin' ballistic! 

Oh, baby can't you see,

I wanna be your everything

 and keep you here next to me.

I'm goin' ballistic!

 Don't treat this as a game,

I wanna feel you in my body,

 I don't have any shame." 

Would somebody please move the cat's tail out from under the rocking chair? Oh, wait; that's me. I was singing the lyrics of the song, as though I actually knew what I was doing. It was a good thing the DJ had that sound track cranked up as loud as he did. If anyone could tell how awful I actually was, this little charade would be over in a hurry – and I would be on my way to the hoosegow. I didn't even realize I knew the lyrics. Okay, I occasionally stopped flipping the channels long enough to watch Cassie's video; just for a few seconds, mind you. When I said I wouldn't recognize her on the street, I may have misspoken. I mean, she is a dish. Maybe there is something to this subliminal-programming-on-television controversy after all. God, could that be why I'm addicted to Twinkies?

They couldn't hear me. I couldn't hear me, as several hundred voices sang along with me – each in his or her own key. All I could hear was the wall of noise from the speakers behind me and an equally-deafening wall of noise in front of me, drowning out everything else. I stopped attempting to sing altogether, just lip-syncing to the video.

When the song was over, I smiled, waved and escaped the stage as Cindy had prompted, amid thundering applause and cheers - without them realizing I couldn't carry a tune in a sack. Eat your heart out, Ashlee Simpson. 

"Not to worry," Cindy assured me as we once again climbed the spiral staircase to the VIP room. "The real Cassie Spires lip-syncs her concerts, too."

I reached the top of the stairs, only to be engulfed in a wall of solid, rock-hard flesh.

"Cassie, sweetie," a baritone voice boomed. "It's been way too long!"

Do you remember those Saturday morning cartoons where the main character is suspended off the ground, her two legs flapping back and forth helplessly? That was me. After a few more moments of this bone-crushing mid-air-collision of a hug, my admirer set me down as lightly as if I were a feather. That was my first chance to get a good look at this hunka-hunka burnin' love. Wow, I've only seen muscles like that on comic book superheroes! He's really cute, too – for a guy.

"So, how are you…" I began, leaving him an opening as big as the Lincoln Tunnel.

"Dick," he filled in, rubbing his crotch against mine. "You couldn't forget that, could you?"

"Oh no," I replied with a straight face. "I never forget a dick."

Truth be told, if the bulge in his pants was any indication, his was not something even the most devout man-hater could forget – and I wasn't exactly that. I guess I'm kinda-sorta ambivalent about the whole sex-with-a-man thing. 'Nick' would have been running for cover by now. 'Nicole' could appreciate a fine figure of a man, as long as he was cool about the whole issue of a woman with something extra. That was the problem; damn few of them were. To make matters worse, this guy thought he was hooking up again with his pop diva lover. Giving him yet another once-over with a critical eye, I realized he could do some serious damage to my person if he discovered the ruse. With the way he was coming on to me, that was a distinct possibility.


Ringer



"I didn't think so," he went on, overflowing with confidence. "I never understood what you saw in that wimp when you had me to come home to any time you wanted."

"Hell if I know," I agreed sagely, shaking my head.

I was being completely honest on that one. I remember reading somewhere Cassie's husband, Kenny, was a small-time hustler with aspirations of becoming a big-time Rap artist – and had connections with a certain 'family' on the East Coast. He was allegedly insanely possessive of his trophy/breadwinner wife and had punched out more than one guy who had gotten a little too friendly with Cassie in her husband's presence. It's no wonder so many of these laughably-mismatched celebrity couples get divorced so soon. I couldn't figure out why they got together in the first place. I swear, they must hook up in a chat room on CareerBuilder.com. As far as I was concerned, the clock started ticking on Cassie Spire's marriage the moment she vowed "I do." Mr. Muscles here was certainly doing everything he could to hasten the countdown – or so he thought.

I instantly regretted my previous words to him; Dick must have interpreted them as a green light. I didn't even get the chance to go into Damage Control mode (I winced at that choice of words). Dick picked me up, cradling me in his powerful arms as he carried me towards the darkened 'conversation pit' at the back of the VIP room. Cindy had told me stories of the goings-on in that dimly-lit room-within-a-room – mostly from a first-person perspective. The bitch didn't even try to intercede on my behalf. She just waved, winked and blew me a kiss! I hoped she recognized my evilest 'I'm gonna get you for this, Sucka' glare as Dick carried me away.

At least he was gentle with me. He set me down on a cushioned ottoman and stood next to me – which was how I came to be eye-level with One-Eyed Jack. I could tell Mr. Johnson was angry within the confines of his cloth prison; very angry. I suppose I should have been flattered. Okay, I was – a little. In my head, I ran through the permutations of what could happen and decided the obvious course of action – from this perspective – was the best one. I unzipped his fly and gently reached inside…

As I said, I don't hate having sex with men; I'm just very cautious about it. Forget STD's; there is a more obvious and immediate danger for girls like me that must be faced every time we get into a compromising situation. It is best to deal with it from a position of strength – and there are damn few men who are going to complain when your nose is buried in their pubic hair. 

Dick certainly didn't. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out he and Cassie had played out this scenario before. So much for her publicist's contention that Cassidy Spires was a perfect angel who only played a bad girl in her videos. Dick's dick was most women's dream-come-true; nicely thick and somewhere around nine inches, maybe more. One advantage we have over genetic females is, we know what feels good in a blowjob and act accordingly. I was certainly getting aroused by the intimacy of the moment. Gazing up into Dick's eyes, I could tell I was pushing all the right buttons for him, too.

Too well, I guess. He pulled out and turned me around, pushing me down on my hands and knees on the ottoman. Before I could utter a word of protest, he reached under the hem of my dress and pulled off my pink satin and lace French-cut panties. This was a dangerous development for me. Although I was facing away from him, he could discover my fat seven-incher at any moment. 

The next thing I felt was a lubed finger pressing home in my little puckered rosebud. Lube? Where did that come from? Maybe they have it in the vending machine in the Men's Room, right next to the breath freshener and condoms. In all my visits to Showbar, I had never had occasion to visit that facility. My bad! After a fair amount of time wriggling around inside me, one lubed finger became two, then three. Whether it was the champagne or my own libidinous thoughts, I just gazed over my shoulder, smiled and wiggled my butt at him, inviting him to continue. Talk about taking your life into your hands…

I whimpered piteously as the fingers disappeared – only to be replaced by something much bigger.

"Oh, oh, oh, ohhhhhhh," I gasped in rapturous delight as he pressed his advantage home.

You remember that scene from Young Frankenstein? You know the one; "Sweet mystery of Life, I have found you." Yeah, it was like that. I was only semi-aware when his hand reached around my hip, under my hem and grasped my erect, throbbing cock…. There was nothing I could do. In my dazed, this-close-to-cumming state, he could have ripped it out at the root and beat me over the head with it and I couldn't have stopped him. Dick did neither; he just kept hammering his rod home while stroking me off. I shot – and so did he.

After a few minutes of shared bliss, my lover did the most astounding thing. He turned me over on my back and sucked me back to full erection, cleaning me of all my fluids in the process. If that wasn't already pegging the needle on weird-ometer, he then bent over the ottoman next to me, supported his weight on outstretched arms, looked at me and grinned. O-kaaaaaayyyyyy… Well, that was unexpected – but if I need to go along to get along… At least he left his tube of lube out for me. I needed it, too; he was tight. Afterward, we both saw the discretion in cleaning up with cocktail napkins. I mean, if I had had the foresight to douche before leaving the house…

I was applying a fresh coat of lipstick, then gloss, as he was buckling his pants.

"You were great, as always, Sweetie," he complimented; then his forehead furrowed.

"Babe, did you… get an implant?" Dick inquired cautiously. "I seem to remember you were… smaller before."

"I get that a lot," I sighed expressively as he escorted me towards my table, my arm looped through his.

I stopped short, then gazed over my shoulder towards the darkened room from whence we had come. Gee, you don't suppose anyone had a camera phone in there, do you? The tabloids ate up that kind of thing. What would poor old Cassie do if her little secret got out? Heh, heh, heh!

At our table, he cupped my bubble butt with both hands and pulled me into him. I draped my arms casually over his shoulders, ground my crotch into his and gave him a scorching kiss. Screw Madeline Kahn; I gave him oodles of tongue! So what if I had to fix my lipstick again? Cindy got an eyeful she would be teasing me about for a month.

"Now, you're not gonna give me a hard time about getting together again, are you?" Dick admonished. "That wimp doesn't deserve to lick your boots. I'm the man you really need; right, Sweetheart?"

"Oh, absolutely," I cooed in perfect agreement, squeezing his crotch firmly. "The wimp has been making noises about wanting to see me with another man. I would love to tie him to a chair and do it right in front of him, then have him lick my sissy pussy clean - and your cock, too! You still have my number, don't you? Call anytime, Lover, and we'll set it up."

Oh, to be a fly on Cassie Spires' wall when that call comes in. Still, he was a good lay, despite all the macho crap. I'm sure I could get his number from someone here if I changed my mind. I guess being a blonde does have its advantages…

I still had a silly little grin on my freshly-painted lips as we walked out the door - signing autographs all the way. It seemed someone in the club had alerted one of the local radio stations of my unannounced visit. There were hundreds of shrieking fans waiting outside, not to mention paparazzi. Our Brad-Pitt-wannabe must have been alerted beforehand, too; the NSX was idling curbside as we approached. I smiled appreciatively and kissed him on the cheek as camera flashes erupted, lighting up the Valet station. It was time to put the nimble little coupe through its paces – and see if the camera ghouls knew the side streets in this neighborhood as well as I did.

"So, Cassie," Cindy smirked. "Where would you like to make a 'personal appearance' next week?"

I glanced in the rear-view mirror and saw the lights of the paparazzi's SUVs vainly trying to keep pace. I still had a few tricks up my clingy, Shocking Pink sleeve. We would lose them completely after a few more turns. We had gotten away with it this time - but twice?

"Next week, it's Shania Twain or nuthin'," I insisted. "Man, I feel like a woman!"



Ringing In The New Year



For most people, December 31, 1999 meant the end of one millennium and the beginning of another one. Even though it was common knowledge that the 21st century didn't truly begin until the year 2001, this night was still supposed to be the biggest party ever. Like moths to a campfire, people were drawn to this night with the thought of forgetting the past and starting over with a clean slate. I was no different, but little did I know what a great new start I would have.

It was 8:00 p.m., and I wasn't taking a shower and I wasn't putting on my best party clothes. Instead, I was stuck in a small computer room, running backup programs and making sure the users of the network would have a computer to work with on January 1, 2000. As there is a lot of downtime while loading new programs, the work was both tedious and boring. During the installation process, I got a call on my cell phone. 

"This is Bill," I answered the call in my usual professional manner.

"Hey there, what are you doing?" a familiar voice said in a very excited voice.

I met Terri four months ago when I moved to Jackson, Mississippi. She was one of the new accountants at the firm where I work. She may have been new (having just graduated school) but she is damn good at her job. Terri is very motivated and has real passion. Even though she had a boyfriend when we met, we became very good friends and spent hours talking in her office and on the phone about everything from hiking to sex. I offered her my shoulder to cry on many occasions, particularly after her recent breakup. After she left her boyfriend, it surprised me that Terri and I never took our friendship any further.

"I'm still at the office working on the servers and trying to get prepared for the infamous Y2K. It looks like I will be done in about 30 min," I complained to Terri.

"I have a party to go to later, but I would love to meet you at The Tap for a drink before I go. Do you think you could meet me?" Terri offered. I always found myself accepting any offer to meet with her, without really thinking about it. 

I left my office shortly after 9:00 and I went straight to The Tap. I have always enjoyed this bar, but I was surprised that Terri wanted to meet here. She always complained that there were too many freaks in the neighborhood and she never really liked this part of Jackson. I arrived there before Terri and sat in a booth at a table in the corner. 

The waitress had just brought my vodka tonic when I noticed Terri walking in the front door. My chin nearly hit the table when I saw her. She was wearing a short black dress that hugged her hips like it was her birthday suit and black stockings that accented her legs. Her blonde hair was hanging down over her shoulders, and all of the heads turned and watched her as she walked across the bar to my table.

I rose from my seat as she approached and she came and gave me a gentle hug and a peck on my cheek. It was then I noticed her perfume and how the smell seemed make every nerve in my body stand on end. She sat down in the booth across from me, and I waved for the waitress to come back to the table. Terri ordered a Wicked Ale, and the waitress disappeared.

We spent the next several minutes talking about work and how we needed to find jobs that were worthy of our talents. The entire time I talked to her, I couldn't help but notice how beautiful she looked tonight. The dress was low cut, and she looked stunning. I have never seen her dressed like this before. She always dressed very conservatively, so that I had never noticed her wonderfully shaped breasts. I know she caught me staring at her cleavage several times, but each time, she just gave me a smile. I began to wonder if she was enjoying teasing me.

It wasn't long before the topic of our conversation changed our social lives. We both knew neither of us had dated or even kissed anyone lately. 

"Terri, I swear I'm going to burst soon if I don't find a woman to relieve this stress," I confessed to her. 

She looked at me and gave me a devilish smile and said, "I might be able to help you with that problem......ummmmm, never mind. I'm not going to go there now."

The thought of having sex with Terri overwhelmed me. We had always been "just good friends." She was really turning me on; I could feel a bulge growing between my legs. I was just about to make some kind of snappy reply to her overtones, when the waitress appeared and asked if we wanted another drink. We both ordered another drink, and then Terri excused herself and went to the Ladies Room. 

The waitress returned with the drinks, but Terri was still nowhere to be seen. I was about half way through my drink and I was starting to get worried when I saw Terri walking back towards the table. I was surprised because she wasn't alone. She obviously ran into a friend in the ladies room because there was a short brunette that was walking back with her. The brunette was almost as hot looking as Terri and the two of them walking together was a sight to behold. I also noticed for the first time how Terri's tan legs were set off by her black dress.

"Why hadn't I noticed how tan her legs were before?" I asked myself quietly. Then I answered my own question, "Because she was wearing stockings before. Why did she take them off?" This thought puzzled me and excited me at the same time.

I stood up as they approached the table and Terri explained that she met her old law school friend, Susan, in the restroom. As I started to ask Susan if she wanted to join us, both women started to slide into the booth. Just as I was about to sit down, I noticed that I had been standing there with a bulge in my pants. I guess I had been thinking a little too hard about how gorgeous these women were. 

I quickly sat down, but not before I noticed Terri and Susan whispering to each other and then they laughed. I could feel my face turning warm from embarrassment. I quickly tried to start the conversation by asking them if they graduated at the same time. But the small talk only lasted a few minutes before Susan caught me off guard.

"So Bill, Terri was telling me that you haven't had sex in a long time," Susan said flat out. Before I could blush or explain, she continued, "It's been a long time for me too. Maybe the three of us should take care of each other and ring in the New Year right."

Just as she said that, I noticed Terri close her eyes and tighten her lips together. She was experiencing something – and then I realized that Susan's hand was not on the table. As Terri leaned back from the table, I could she was having a hard time keeping herself from wiggling in her seat. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. My cock started to grow even harder as I watched. The scene had only lasted a few seconds, but it felt like it lasted hours. Terri had nearly regained her composure when Susan smiled and asked me again. 

"What do you think Bill? Doesn't that sound like a good idea?" Susan asked as she reached into my drink and pulled out a large piece of ice. I was mesmerized, watching Susan suck on the ice while holding it in her fingers. 

Susan took the ice and pressed it against Terri's cheek and dragged it down her bare neck. Then Susan's hand disappeared below the table. Terri closed her eyes again and she started to bite her lower lip. I couldn't speak, I couldn't move, I couldn't do anything but watch the beautiful brunette seduce Terri right here in the middle of the bar. Since I couldn't tell what Susan was doing to Terri, I imagined that Susan was manipulating Terri's clit with the ice or maybe she had a finger or two inside of her. It didn't matter, because whatever she was doing, it was driving Terri crazy. 

Terri brought her hand up to her mouth and started to suck on one of her fingers. I could see her squirming as she sucked on her finger. Susan was staring at me as she continued to work her magic on Terri. Terri was moaning softly against her hand and then all at once, she arched her head back against the booth and held it there as Susan brought her to a quiet orgasm. I have never seen anything like that before in my life. I looked around, sure the girls had put on a show for everyone. To my surprise, nobody else in the bar had noticed what was going on. Between the loud background noise and the high sides of our booth, Terri and Susan were concealed from everyone but me.

As Terri started to come back from her state of bliss, I could feel something sliding up my leg. Susan had removed her shoe and was sliding her foot up the inside of my leg. She put her foot directly on top of my hard cock. I couldn't help but shift my body against her foot, enjoying the attention I was getting.

"Don't you think the three of us should go somewhere more private?" I asked with bated anticipation. "I would really like to hear more about your law school days."

By the look in their eyes, I knew what the answer was. So, I laid $40 on the table and I stood up, hoping nobody would see just how aroused I was. We walked to my car without a word. In fact, we were practically running to the car. We quickly decided to go to my house because it was the closest. 

After a quick drive home, we were in my house and taking off our coats. I asked the girls if they wanted some wine, and they both said they did. I walked to the kitchen and poured two glasses of wine and grabbed me a beer. I had just gotten to the door of the living room when I saw Susan and Terri standing in the middle of the room kissing each other. I could see their tongues darting in and out of each other's mouths. Their bodies were pressed firmly together as them embraced in a long, slow, passionate kiss.

I walked into the room and put the glasses on the table and asked, "Is there any of that left for me?" Terri quickly replied, "Come here and I'll give you some."

I walked over to Terri and she turned to me and started to kiss me on my lips. I wrapped my hands around her body and pulled her close to me. I pushed my tongue into her mouth, kissing her deeply. My hands were running up and down the back of her dress, feeling every curve of her body. I reached up and grabbed a handful of her blonde hair and softly tugged on it. As she arched her head back, I started to kiss and suck on her beautiful neck. I would pause only to use my teeth to nibble gently. 

After several minutes of Terri and me kissing and groping each other in the middle of living room, I started to wonder what Susan was doing. I could hear some kind of commotion going on behind me, but I couldn't see what was happening. I stopped kissing Terri and looked behind me. I thought I was going to cum right there and then at what I saw. Susan had taken a seat on the couch and she had hiked her skirt up over her waist. She had one leg propped up on the coffee table and had her legs spread wide apart. She had her fingers buried inside her pussy and was clearly enjoying the show that Terri and I were giving her.

After looking at Susan for what seemed like several minutes, Terri grabbed my head and turned me around and said very seductively, "Wouldn't you rather look at what I have waiting for you?" Terri took one step back and pushed the straps of her dress over her shoulders and then wiggled out of her tight skirt. Within a second, Terri was almost completely naked, wearing only her high heels. 

Terri moved closer to me and gave me a quick kiss on my lips, pushing her tongue inside my mouth just long enough for me to taste her. Then she quickly unbuttoned my shirt and practically ripped it from my body. She got on her knees and slowly unbuttoned my pants and pulled them down, being careful not to injure my hard cock, which by now was poking up through my underwear.

I stepped out of my pants and Terri pressed her hand on my cock and started to stoke it. This was driving me crazy and I could barely stand it. She looked up at me with a grin and asked, "Do you want me suck your cock?"

I could barely get the words out before she was removing my underwear and wrapping her warm lips around my manhood. It felt so good that I thought I was going to die. I could see her bobbing up and down and I could hear the slurping sounds that always accompany an expert blow job. I could also hear Susan moaning on the couch as she watched her friend suck my cock. I turned my head and watched Susan bucking her hips against her fingers as she rubbed her clit with great vigor.

The sights and sounds of this scene were too much for me to handle. I vaguely remember myself moaning as Terri continued to give me the best blow job I have ever received. I could feel myself starting to lose control and I was going cum hard. I grabbed Terri's head and started bucking my hips as I fucked her mouth. I could feel the waves of pleasure starting to overwhelm me as I yelled out. Streams of cum started to shoot down Terri's throat. Terri never skipped a beat and just kept on sucking as I came. At the same time, I could hear Susan climaxing on the couch. I couldn't tell which one of us was yelling louder, but we were both were exploding with waves of pleasure.

When Terri had finally finished sucking me dry, she stood up and walked over to the couch and sat next to Susan. Susan told Terri that she wanted to taste me. Accommodating her request, Terri leaned over towards her and began French kissing her. Susan still had her dress on, but Terri's hand quickly lowered the top of her dress so she could fondle her breasts. Both of the women each had a nipple in their hand and were kissing passionately.

The women broke their kiss as Susan pushed Terri to the end of the couch. Terri laid her head on a pillow and Susan climbed between her legs and started to kiss her on her neck. Susan's kisses started to go further down her body, where she began teasing Terri's nipple, taking her nipple into her mouth, sucking on it, and then tugging it away from her body. It usually takes me several minutes to get hard again, but the sight of these to women embraced on the couch made my cock rise quickly again. Especially when I saw Susan starting to kiss Terri further down her body and teasing her belly button. Terri was moaning softly, but her moans turned to gasps as Susan buried her face into her pussy and was licking her clit like it was her last meal.

My cock was aching and I had to get involved. I climbed up onto the couch behind Susan and I pressed the head of my cock against her soaking pussy. I teased her by sliding it up and down between her lips, but not pushing it into her hole. I pressed my cock against her clit and was rubbing it side to side when I heard Susan yell, "Fuck me, damn it, fuck me!"

At her command, I slide my cock into her pussy, pushing it as far as it would go. Susan stopped licking Terri's pussy long enough to arch her body and moan loudly. I started to slide in and out of Susan and she went back to giving Terri the best tongue lashing she ever got. Susan was bucking wildly as I thrusted my cock deep inside of her. I grabbed her hips and kept pushing in and out of her faster and faster. I wasn't long before I could feel Susan's body tighten and her moans turned to screams as she climaxed again. It was all I could do to hold on to her hips as she practically bucked me off the couch. After Susan appeared to have cum for several minutes, I announced, "Okay, its Terri's turn."

Without having to explain what I meant, Susan quickly slid out of her dress and laid down on the couch with her legs wide apart. Terri knew just what to do as she climbed on top of Susan and gave her the same tongue bath that she just received. Susan could hardly wait for Terri's tongue to arrive at her pussy. When Terri finally did bury her face between her legs, Susan let out another loud moan as if she just couldn't stop cumming.

At the same time, I climbed up behind Terri. She had the most spectacular looking ass and the fact that she shaved her pussy was such a turn on. I could see how swollen her pussy lips where and the moisture seeping between them. I couldn't help but touch her lips with my fingers first, exploring her body and feeling how clean shaven she was. Taking my fingers and rubbing her clit and softly tugging on her lips. I was so amazed how smooth they were and I couldn't wait to slide my cock between them.

At this point, I thought Terri had been teased enough, so I decided I wouldn't torture her anymore. I pressed my cock against her pussy and then rammed it deep inside of her with one hard motion. Terri moaned and bucked as I did this and I didn't stop the pace. I continued to thrust my cock in and out of her hard and fast. I was holding on to her ass and pounding the beautiful pussy of hers for all it was worth. Going faster and faster, I could tell that Terri was ready to cum and it wasn't going to be long for me either. I could hear her breathing get shorter and louder. Susan must have been close too because she was getting louder as well. 

Listening to these two women moaning was driving me crazy and I started to feel my body tense. I yelled out that I was going to cum and that seemed to push all of us over the edge. I felt my whole body tighten as I started to fill Terri's hot pussy with my cum. I could hear both Terri and Susan cry out in extreme pleasure as we were all bucking and grinding against each other as wave after wave of pleasure overcame us. 

When our intense orgasms subsided, Terri collapsed on top of Susan, and I collapsed on top of Terri. I noticed a flurry of fireworks being ignited outside and I realized after looking at the clock that it was the New Year. We stayed like that for several minutes, before Terri suggested that we go to the bedroom. But that is a whole other story...



Ringing Sarah's Bell



A knock on the door of my flat was unusual, as a matter of fact it was virtually unheard of: the doorbell ringing was normal but a knock on the door was absolutely out of the ordinary. I was pretty scruffy, not at all dressed for company wearing an old t-shirt and blue track suit bottoms as I was. There again, on the other hand, a knock was so unexpected that I realised that I ought to investigate right away. The knocker, or rather knockerette was a dumpy woman with grey hair, someone I had never seen before.

"Yes?" I enquired brusquely as I opened the door, wondering what she could possibly want, how she got there and, most of all, how much effort it was going to take to get rid of her without a fuss.

"Look, I'm really sorry to intrude like this but I saw your doorbell and wondered if you could help me do one. I've moved in upstairs, above you; and well...." She paused, tongue-tied, finally blurting out, "well, to be truthful, I really could use a little help with things for once." She smiled, coyly is the best I can attempt, it was an odd look part shy, part defiant.

Running a doorbell was not what I had planned to do that afternoon but then nothing was what I had planned to do that afternoon. So I decided that at least getting off to an amicable start with a new neighbour by running a doorbell for her was as good a way of passing a vacant afternoon as any. Definitely more constructive than whatever I would have ended up doing. "I suppose I could help you," I replied somewhat rhetorically, "but you do need a bell and a push, plus an awful lot of cable."

"I've a bell, a button for downstairs, a battery and a drum with two hundred yards of bell wire on it, is that enough?" I was not certain but I had a suspicion she winked as she imparted that last snippet of information, she certainly now looked a bit brighter, possibly even a little smug.

"Two hundred yards ought to just about do it," I chuckled as I followed her up the bare wooden stairs to her flat, our flats were over a shop and pretty basic. Her door was open and next to it, placed on a little table, well more of a stand really, was: a drum of cable, a door bell push and the bell itself. "Where would you like it?" I asked with the emphasis in all the right places for a blatant double-entendre.

"Oh my bell itself? she smirked. "I'll have it just under the window, next to the door will do, behind that little stand there."

"I'll get my tackle," though by the time I returned she had disappeared, although I could hear her chipping, scraping and scrubbing at something in her flat. I made a neat hole to run the cable through and then began the long slow job of running the wire down the underside of the dado rail that decorated the stairwell on the opposite side to the banister. Fortunately I had bought a giant bag of cable clips to fit my own bell and still had plenty left over so I progressed slowly down the stairs hammering in the little grips slowly and sometimes painfully.

An hour later and all was done, well all except for writing the little name tag that fitted in the bell push and as, thus far, my mysterious neighbour had failed to introduce herself, she would have to do that for herself. I trudged up the three flights of stairs up to her flat and found her chipping away doggedly at an old iron fireplace in what we had both chosen as our bedroom. She started to thank me but I pointed out that I still had to try the thing out. At least as I trotted back down the stairs to test the thing - clutching a piece of card that simply read '64c', Sarah had finally revealed her name to me but had elected to remain anonymous to the world outside - I reflected that she had promised that tea and cake would both be awaiting me on my return.

Strong dark tea and lemon drizzle cake was my reward for climbing the steps yet again and as I sat and selected a man size wedge Sarah toasted my success, the great bell had rung. So at least I didn't have to run up and down the stairs yet another time to trace a fault. We chatted and that was, I concluded, the end of that, back to a lazy Saturday afternoon. I was wrong, it was not the end but there was to be a pause.

Nothing more happened before Thursday evening, until that evening I didn't even see anything of Sarah, just heard the occasional thump on the floor as she got on with whatever she was doing to her flat. That Thursday the telly was showing the usual dull rubbish which was definitely not worth watching, I was weary, bored and broke so I had dug out a dirty magazine or two and was savouring the charms of the delightful women who inhibited the well thumbed pages when there was a knock at the door. I cursed, I remembered that firm but timid knock, it had to be Sarah and I had just made myself all ready to come after a long gradual build up. Still there would be plenty of time later. I pulled up my track suit bottoms, they served as sort of dressing gown come pyjamas, come general slouch about clothes and as I headed for the door I just hoped that my bulge did not show.

"Hi," Sarah enthused, iI had been right it was Sarah's knock. "I never got chance to pay you back for doing my bell for me but now I believe there's a small service that I can perform do for you." As she said this she grabbed my crotch and squeezed my slowly subsiding member. Despite her being old enough to be my mother my disappointed cock responded, a throbbing stiffness returning rapidly. "See you do appreciate a hand!" she husked as she grabbed my hair with her other hand and yanked firmly. As I cried aloud with shock she clamped her mouth over mine and pushed her tongue deep within. I was soon responding with a passion, it's hard to pretend disinterest, let alone feign shock, disgust or even surprise when your rock hard member is giving you away to a deftly probing hand. In fact I was starting to grind my hips against hers as she kissed me because I could feel my seed beginning its ascent once more.

Just as things were starting to become serious and I was starting to worry about making an embarrassing and smelly mess Sarah sprang away and taunted coquettishly, "you are rude. Aren't you going to ask me in then?"

"Yes. Um... Sorry... Um... Won't you come in Sarah. But... Well, um... what the..."

"I was cleaning the fireplace in the bedroom again, there's a loose brick that covers a little hole and I could not help but notice that you might appreciate a hand. Or perhaps you'd like to undress and try a mouth instead?" This was wrong, this was not how it was supposed to be, this was going far too far, far too fast for me and Sarah was allowing me no time to think. As she shed her coat, or long cardigan or whatever the woolly thing she was wearing was, she revealed that underneath she was dressed in just red heels, black stockings and red suspenders. She raised her hands above her head and gave me a twirl, wiggling her arse provocatively when she had her back to me and jiggling her tits as she turned back to face me. "Like what you see, eh?"

With a raging hard on like that making my tracksuit bottoms stick out and twitch up and down quite visibly I would have been an obvious liar to suggest that I didn't. Actually she looked pretty attractive. I'd never considered the charms of an older woman before but she was offering herself as a very presentable package. True she was short and not as slender as she might have been. But then again this ensured that her creamy breasts were full and bouncy with firm red oval nipples whose teats were dark and clearly swollen. Her white bottom was round and soft and had quivered delightfully when she had swayed from side to side for me. True her hair was grey but it was long, soft, silky and shiny. Her face was full but still quite unlined, well apart from little creases at the corners of her eyes and deep laughter lines etched under her round befreckled cheeks and her lips were full, red and sensuous. About the only thing which was a slightly off putting was her dense grey bush. Anyway, I soon forgot about that as I had a dick stiff enough to burst and by this time she was on her knees before me dragging down my elasticised pants. I was not going to refuse her, whatever she decided she wanted.

My cock sprang free and bobbed up and down obscenely. Sarah grabbed my twitching member and pulled back the loose foreskin slowly causing me to groan loudly. "If I roll my hand up and down like this," she did, "I bet you sigh loudly." She was right, I did. "And if I do it again your knees will begin to buckle." I was already having trouble balancing but that did it, I collapsed backwards onto the bed and Sarah dived on top on me, or rather vaulted over me. I ended up on my back with Sarah straddling my chest with her back to me. "Now you can smell my hot wet sex big-boy," and she shoved the crack of her bum and hot moist slot right into my face.

I could not see what she was doing to my dick, not with a face full of hot wet randy pussy but I could feel and she was making me groan, pant and sigh piteously. She first performed a few quick strokes rolling my foreskin back and forth uncovering and re-covering the helmet and then peeled the loose skin right back and give the shaft a series of long slow strokes. By alternating between these regularly she soon had me close to the edge but each time I was about to spurt she'd ease off and I would relax but only by the tiniest amount. Then she'd set me off again preparing to come. When she finally took my naked helmet in her mouth whilst continuing to stroke my shaft I simply exploded, pumping one hot jet of smelly seed after another into her greedy maw. As I did so she licked and sucked upon my purple knob firmly, delivering a sensation that was both ecstasy and agony combined and she did not let up until she was quite certain I was drained. By the time she was done I was thrashing about beneath her frantically, my cock head was so exquisitely sensitive and the firm pressure she had kept up had been driving me insane. Sweet pain is the best I can do to describe what I felt and by the end I was desperate for her to stop.

She rolled around and squatted on all fours both over me and facing me. "I'm not a greedy woman, I like to share." I was about to agree, cautiously, when she grabbed my hair again and yanked. This time she forced me to taste my own sticky, salty semen on her hot wet tongue. Yuck was all I could think, the taste, delivered so unexpectedly, was disgusting but as Sarah dragged her tongue over mine smearing my seed everywhere she also began to pinch my nipples and my cock began to respond. Not yet stiffening but definitely thickening and starting to role and rise a little.

Once she was done sharing the salinity of my own sperm with me Sarah returned to her former position, pulled my foreskin right back and commenced working her lips and tongue up and down my cock as she tickled my balls and even fingered my arse. To my amazement my shaft began to stiffen again immediately, I hate to admit it but even that finger probing my backside felt divine and whatever she was pressing and kneading in there was making my cock stiffen more than ever. As she did these she pushed her rump back and began to use my nose to excite her clit. The many and varied sensations coupled with the exotic smells emanating from her obscenely wet pussy were so erotic that I was returned rapidly to full, cock twitching and bobbing hardness, completely ready for more action and only too willing. Sarah could not have missed the signs and she rolled off of me onto her back and demanded, "right, big-boy, you've had yours now give me mine, I want to be fucked, long, hard and deep. I want to be hammered until I come again and again and then some and, as you've just blasted out your load big-boy, you've no excuses!"

Despite Sarah's flattery - I'm not really big-boy, I guess I'm pretty average, to be honest, I've never actually stood and compared - the instructions hard and deep I understood and knew exactly how to carry them out; so as I rolled on top of her I grabbed her ankles and forced her knees back towards those big, white, luscious orbs of hers all tipped off with her swollen stiff red nipples. Now I could not only slam right into her but grind my pelvis against her clit as the completion of each and every stroke. At first she whimpered and her breathing became erratic. A series of steady rhythmic thrusts soon had her moaning and sort of half sobbing yet half sighing, as her pleasure began to build. Finally, with a great whoop of joy she reached orgasm and I ground my hips gain her clit. She closed her eyes and fought for breath as she alternated between laboured panting and spluttering out nonsensical syllables which might have been, 'yes' and 'fuck' and 'God' but I could not be sure. Still her loud exclamation - practically screams - of orgasmic bliss continued for quite some time, until with a great gasp and a huge heave she slumped and lay there limp and unresisting.

Of course, having just come myself in response to her expert sucking, my seed was nowhere near the boil so I eased my tool from her sopping sex and to tease her further rubbed the helmet of that rigid blood engorged member back and forth directly over her clit. She suddenly stiffened and struggled, her eyes flew open with an expression of utter shock and she began to fight this new sensation. I leant forwards using both my weight and some leverage to force her down, shoving her knees further apart so that I could lick, suck and even nibble her nipples whilst I rubbed my glans back and forth over that now super-sensitive little nub. Sarah certainly responded, she writhed and wriggled and even attempted to push me away as I sucked greedily upon each teat in turn and kept up a remorseless rubbing of my stiff organ over her sensitised clit. Anyway, her struggles were futile, with her wrists encircled by my hands and forced back over her head she was powerless to resist me.

Gradually her profanities and long sighing exhalations of 'noooooo' and 'tooo-much' were transformed into 'oh God yesssss's': from which I concluded she was, approaching orgasm once more, even if it were somewhat unwillingly. This time she really did scream as she came, shaking and quivering as if she were having a fit, whilst raked my back with her nails and bit my shoulder really painfully. I ought to have been in agony but all that happened was that my cock became stiffer than ever and for a second time I began to feel my seed beginning to bubble and boil. I was surprised, I was shocked even. There was I, a mere mortal, not the fictitious ever-ready stud of pornography, yet I was about to come for the second time after no time at all.

I slipped my horny and increasingly demanding tool back inside of her hot and sopping pussy and began to hump, pump, bump and grind away for dear life. Sarah fought me like a she cat, screaming 'Stop!' and 'for fuck's sake' but those raking nails and her writhing, sweating and now odorous body only spurred me on to go quicker, faster and deeper until I exploded inside of her, my hips bucking like a horse being broken to the rider. Once done, however, I just collapsed on top of her and lay there panting, pinioning Sarah to the bed. Both of us were well and truly spent, limp as wet rags, stinking of lust, sex and sweat.

We must have rolled apart at some point because when I was functioning again it had become properly dark outside and Sarah was led next to me on her side staring at me intently. "God, big-boy, great to have you back. That was so good. You've no idea how much I needed that. And you were so masterful, holding me down, forcing me to come even after I thought I was done. I haven't been fucked like that in years and I enjoyed it!" I goggled, I was expecting her to rant and rail at me for continuing to shaft her long after she could take it. To scold and curse me for forcing her to hump away long after she had been so blatantly finished. I could even see blood on the sheets. But no, she was cooing and billing and telling me how wonderful it felt to have a real man take her once more. And the blood, that was mine, she had bitten me so hard that her teeth had broken the skin of my shoulder. It ought to have hurt but it just added a dull throb to all the other niggling little aches I was experiencing, I felt like I had just completed a marathon.

"Well big-boy, you look pooped. Let's curl up and sleep here together right now, get some rest and then we can be up early in the morning when you can fuck me hard all over again."



Ringing the Bell



Ringing the bell, my heart fluttered with nervousness. Why shouldn't it though? I had known Edward all my life but not the others. I had never met his friends. I looked down at myself. A sleek red dress with spaghetti straps was clinging to my body. It flared out at my thighs and was tight around my chest. Red high heels were on my feet with straps that wrapped around my ankles and a deep tan spread over my naked skin. My brown hair curled against my neck and my brown eyes shown brightly.

The door opened in one swift motion and Edward was at the door with two beers. "Hey Rose! Glad you could make it!" Edward hugged me tightly and handed me a beer. The other beer was his, and almost empty. He was in black slacks and a dark blue button up shirt. He grabbed my hand and pulled me anxiously into his living room to show me off to his friends. "John, come meet Rose." I saw John look up from the couch and smile. Then he stood. 

"Nice to meet you." John kissed my hand and his eyes wandered down along my curves. He was wearing tan khakis and a green sweater. "'Edward, I need another drink. Could you get me one? I'll take Rose here to meet Rob." Edward smiled and nodded while heading towards his kitchen. John wrapped his arm around my waist and led me to another room. "So how old are you Rose?" John's deep voice lulled in my ear.

"I'm 21. A little younger than Edward." I looked around to see, whom I recognized as Rob, Michael and Dom. Rob was in a loosely buttoned black shirt and tight jeans. Michael was wearing a white dress shirt with black slacks and Dom was wearing a grey tank top and jeans.

"Just of the legal age." Michael smiled. "Nice to meet you, you must be Rose. Edward didn't mention how hot you were." Michael kissed my cheek. Rob winked at me and leaned forward to shake my hand. Dom stood to his feet and came over to me wrapping his arms around me in a tight hug. Then he kissed me on the cheek.

"Hey, don't get too comfortable with her you guys!" Edward returned from the kitchen with six more beers for all of us. He distributed them and we all sat. I put both of my beers on the table and relaxed in between John and Dom. John's hand was against my nearly naked thigh and gently ran along my skin, back and forth. I smiled with embarrassment and then saw Michael staring at John's hand. I took a deep breath and turned to face Dom and Edward who was on Dom's right side. 

"How've you been Edward?" I asked and out of the corner of my eye watched Dom's eyes travel down my neck and to my cleavage.

"Not bad. I'm glad you are here though. The guys have been aching to meet you." Edward finished his beer in three quick gulps.

"Aching is the perfect word for it." Rob winked again speaking in his sexy accent, his hand traveling down in between his legs, where he grabbed himself briefly.

I felt like a piece of meat around these horny men. They were all staring at me and watching me, ready to pounce. My body trembled at the thought of being ravished by five hot men. "So this is quite an intimate little party you've got here Edward." I moved my thigh closer to John's hand and calmly placed my right hand upon Dom's knee. My legs were spread very gently and both Rob and Michael's eyes were diverted there, looking for any skin to slip or show.

"I wanted it to be small and intimate. I wanted you to be able to handle it." Edward laughed.

"Oh trust me...I can handle it." I ran my tongue over my lips and allowed my hand to travel up Dom's leg. Suddenly I realized that John's fingers had slipped up my skirt and were touching my skin. He had hiked my skirt up and Michael and Rob were now wide eyed, probably with a view of my silk blue underwear. John's lips were drawn to my neck and I moaned when he kissed it. Dom's hand grabbed a hold of my jaw and turned my face towards his. His lips met mine, roughly. Rob moved from the sofa and knelt down on the floor in front of me. His hands slid up my thighs pulling my dress to my waist. 

Dom's right hand held my jaw firmly while his left hand stroked himself outside his jeans. John's fingers continued to probe at my thighs, coming nearer to my underwear. Rob's fingers found the rim of my underwear and began gently removing them. Looking past Dom, I saw Edward smile and stand up. He disappeared into his room. I heard subtle moans escaping from Michael's lips and from the corner of my eye, watched him stroking his cock, which had been freed from his pants.

Dom's tongue probed my mouth while he held me tightly. His mouth was sweet and gentle yet his kisses were demanding. John's mouth traveled over my neck until I could bare no more. With my left hand, I unzipped John's pants and removed his hard cock. Slowly my fingers examined every inch of it and began stroking him softly at first. Rob's fingers found the lips of my vagina and rubbed my clit. I moaned loudly and with my free hand, clutched Rob's dark curls as I pushed his head towards my awaiting pussy, dripping wet with want.

Edward returned from the bedroom with a camera in which he began filming us. Michael was staring at me, watching my body writhe in pleasure as he stroked his cock. Dom's touches had now gone farther as his hand was inside his pants, tugging away at his cock. John's thighs were rocking against my hand, begging for more. Rob's fingers slipped inside me as his mouth found my clit. He gently lapped at it, tasting my sweet juices. With one hand he held my waist tightly, and with the other, he made swift motions in and out of my wet pussy. Dom's kisses had turned rough and his knuckles were white from his grip on my jaw. He removed his hand and grabbed a handful of my hair, pushing my head down on him. He slammed his cock inside my mouth.

John adjusted himself against me and began running his mouth along my upper back that was exposed to the air. My hand continued stroking his cock, tightening my grip at his head. Rob never moved his mouth from my cunt, lapping away at my juices. Edward gently massaged himself while filming, and I wondered if he had this all planned. Rob sucked on my clit and pounded me with his fingers. I bucked against his mouth feeling my orgasm near. Dom fucked my mouth hard, slamming his dick in and out without regard for me. John's hands had moved from my side and were now reaching around to grab my breasts. I heard Michael's moans cease until I was sure he was cumming. My thighs tightened around Rob's head as my body shuddered more and more as Rob continued to suck and lap at my soft pink flesh. John's moans became more erratic and I stroked him faster and harder until I felt my hand would cramp up. He came hard all over my fingers and he squeezed my breasts tightly beneath his large hands. As I felt my own orgasm, I moaned and my sounds vibrated on Dom's cock, which sent him into his own orgasm, shooting his warm sticky cum down my throat. Rob continued lapping at me while I bucked against him harder, releasing my second orgasm.

"Hey Rob wanna share a little there?" Michael stood up and came over. I removed my mouth from Dom's cock and reclaimed my hand from John's cock. Michael picked me up as if I weighed nothing at all, and wrapped my legs around thighs. His cock was pressing against my lips. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him on the lips, my tongue meeting his. He carried me off into Edward's bedroom and before we hit the door, he slammed himself deep inside me. I cried out loudly, and Edward yelled out.

"Be gentle with her. All of you." He warned. "She's only had sex a few times with me. She's still innocent." Edward handed John the camera and followed Michael and me. Now Michael had me on the bed and was pounding me roughly. His hands were roaming over my body. "Didn't I tell you to be gentle with her?" Edward removed his shirt and pants and came over on the bed. His mouth melted against mine and I felt more relaxed with his body near mine. John followed us in with the camera and setting it up on the tripod, came over behind Edward. He removed his cock from his pants and slid himself into Edward's ass. While Edward was standing on his knees, I took him out of his boxers and began giving him a hand job as well. 

Rob was at my other side in seconds, naked as well, running his fingers over my body. He slid the straps of my dress off of my shoulders and kissed my shoulders gently, first one then the other. Without warning, Michael groaned loudly and his cock pierced my flesh deeply. Dom had removed his clothes and had inserted himself into Michael's backside. Michael was rocking against me, while Dom fucked him. Edward's cock hardened beneath my touch as it had many times before. His thighs rocked against my hand. My pussy stretched to fill Michael's large cock. Rob's hands were covering my breasts squeezing the nipples beneath his fingers until they were hard. I heard Dom's grunts and groans, feeling Michael's tight ass around his cock. 

I grabbed onto Rob's thick cock and stroked the hardness, feeling it beneath my fingers. Michael continued pounding me until he came violently, his entire body shaking against Dom and I. Dom held him against me while he came inside Michael, exploding all of his tensions. "Let me taste her now." Dom demanded removing himself from Michael. Michael then pulled out from me. Dom lay on the bed and lifted me up. He held me still while Rob stripped my dress from over my head. I then squatted over Dom's mouth. He began lapping at my orgasmic juices immediately. Once John had orgasmed, Edward came over to me and inserted himself into my ass, slowly at first, then faster. Michael came over to my face and lifted my head up. He slid his cock into my mouth and together him and I stroked Dom's shaft. John laid back and jerked off while Rob grabbed the camera, looking for close up shots. Both Dom and Edward's hands were on my waist controlling my movements, while Michael's free hand was on my head controlling my head movements. I watched Rob's strong naked muscular body walk slowly around me, filming my naked body. 

Rob's right hand controlled the camera and with his free hand he would touch my body in various places, often my nipples. Feeling Edward's release against my backside, I came again, my juices emptying into Dom's awaiting mouth. Michael fucked my mouth harder until he too came, long after Edward had exited and Dom's licks had slowed to a gentle taste here and there.

"Give her to me." John called once Michael had exited from my mouth. He was lying on the bed and Rob assisted me on top of John's body. With Rob's hands on my waist, he held me firmly while John slid his cock up into my flesh. John threw his head back in pleasure and moaned. The guys looked on stupefied by our sweaty bodies before deciding what to do. Rob remained grasping onto my waist as he slid his cock into my ass. The double penetration sent me over the edge. I screamed aloud in pleasure, feeling my flesh widen to fit Rob's thick cock. I felt his balls slap against me as he began fucking me hard. I rode John roughly, my thighs crushed between him and Rob. 

Standing up over John, Edward forced his cock into my mouth. I deep throated him, and with my hands I guided Michael and Dom over to me, stroking both of their cocks. Dom covered my hand with his, showing me how he liked it. Michael asked me not to move my hand and instead of me stroking him, he fucked my hand. Rob moaned and whimpered at my tightness and rode my backside hard, which in turn caused my rocking motions to increase on top of John until without warning both Rob and John shot their loads inside me. I cried out loud, moans and pleas through Edward's cock in my mouth as my orgasm hit full force. Edward came in my mouth and once he finished he removed his cock. Rob exited from me and I climbed off of John. 

"I haven't gotten her yet." Dom said. He grabbed me by the waist and pulled me against him. He held my legs in the air and inserted his cock into my pussy, fucking me hard.

"And she hasn't sucked me off yet." Rob climbed over me and holding my mouth open, his cock was jammed inside it. His cock was far inside my mouth, and I could feel his head nuzzling at the back of my throat. Dom's thrusts caused Rob's cock to go deeper. John had climbed off the bed and was redressing. Edward had returned to cameraman, zooming in on my breasts. Michael stood at the end of the bed, jerking off in amazement, watching me being fucked. Rob cried out one cry and then shot his load in my mouth. I had swallowed it all, from everyone almost. I had also cum with all five guys. Dom's thrusts were rough and his grip on me tightened even harder. I gripped onto Rob for support as I felt my last orgasm welling up inside me. Rob whispered in his sexy accent into my ear how good I was and how hot I was. Dom's moans and Rob's accent sent me to my brink. My entire body shuddered against Rob and Dom until there was nothing left between us all. We had all cum. We had all been spent. Dom exited me and Rob lifted me up, while Edward came to help dress me.

"You were amazing sweetheart." Michael complimented me. The guys agreed. "Good idea Edward." So it had been Edward's idea. I snarled at him.

"Come on honey don't be mad at me. You said you wanted to meet them and you wouldn't mind fucking us all." Edward kissed my cheek. I nodded, and then smirked, I had said that. 



Ringing the Bell



Megan sat on the deck of her beach house watching the people run on the beach. She had a late call time for her newest movie and planned to spend the early morning in the sun. Since she lived only five minutes from the studio she had plenty of time to relax on that sunny day. 

She smiled as she saw the Paps walking along the beach trying to get a shot of her; she playfully shot them the finger before she opened the magazine in her lap. She didn't care if they took pictures of her; she actually encouraged it. Luckily her fans understood she enjoyed that they wanted to know so much about her life.

She scanned through the pages of the Vogue magazine until she found an article that had her name mentioned in it. She smiled to herself as she read: "I want to hate her, well we all do but Megan Fox is not only sexy and beautiful but she is smart. I really want to be her friend." The quote was from Kristen Bell. 

Megan got wet just thinking of Kristen Bell she adored Veronica Mars the television show that had brought initial fame to Kristen. She had always wanted to meet the other woman. She thought for a moment of who on her staff could get her information she needed to meet up with Kristen. 

She reached over to pick up her cell phone to call her assistant who should have been on the way back to her house anyway. 

"Cathy where are you?" she asked a bit impatiently into the phone.

"Walking in your front door," the other woman responded with the same tone.

Cathy walked outside onto the patio wearing only a bikini but carrying a tote bag. 

"I'm here," she said with a forced smile.

"Alright alright I'm sorry if I sounded angry. What took you so long?"

"I had gone to three stores to get your facial cream the other stores were out. I know how you like to use it your first day on a new movie."

Megan nodded she liked Cathy she always knew how to get things done. Megan looked Cathy over she enjoyed the other woman's full tits. It had only been a day since she had them in her mouth. Last night she had brought home a new guy she met at a party. He was tall, Blonde and in her bed at that moment sleeping off all the alcohol they had ingested the night before. Cathy had joined them in the bed because Megan liked to watch sometimes as much as she liked her girl fun. 

"Thanks Hun, I do have a new assignment for you though."

"Okay?"

"I need you to find out the next time Kristen Bell is available to meet up with me," Megan said as she squinted against the sun. She was about ready to go inside because she couldn't be overly dark for her part.

"Actually I know the answer to that because my pal, Brad Jansen loves her. He told me a couple of days ago that she has a photo shoot at the Mansion tomorrow afternoon. Do you want me to get you in?"

"Oh okay well no I will just call Hef about it he won't mind if I stop by. He really loved it when I did my photo spread," she said before she got up then traced her fingers over Cathy's face. "I am sorry I was rude to you."

Cathy smiled before she followed Megan inside. 

–The tall gorgeous Blonde man in her bed was just starting to awaken while his phone rang beside the bed. He grabbed the phone before he put his hand on his head, "Shit," he looked up to see Megan as she walked into the room, "I gotta go," he added. Megan shrugged she didn't even remember his name. He got up naked, pulled on his jeans then headed out of the room with his tee shirt in his hand. 

Megan laughed, "Men." 

At Megan's beach house there were cameras everywhere. 'She hoped the Blonde didn't mind that he would be in her next video. She always leaked photographs as well as videos out over the internet. If people wanted to see her naked then she was the one that needed to make the money from that endeavor. She got that idea from Kim Kardashian who had put her own sex tape online because her friend Paris told her it was a good way to get a job in Hollywood. "Show your assets girl."

–

Cathy walked in to the room to strip off the sheets. Megan never liked to sleep on the same sheets twice without washing them. It was partially because she had different people in her bed every other night or so but also because she loved the smell of freshly laundered linens. Normally Cathy didn't do the job but since she was the one that Megan planned Cathy as her afternoon "delight" before she took her afternoon nap; Cathy figured she would pitch in to help. 

A few minutes later Megan lie on the bed with Cathy's head between her legs. She moaned softly as the other woman moved her tongue over her clit then down and in her pussy. Megan traced her hands over Cathy's hair with a smile. The other woman was perfect at making her come which calmed her in the moments she was nervous. Cathy picked up the pace after her fingers were in Megan's slit making Megan buck against her fingers. She exploded a few minutes later.

"Oh Cat I love the way you lick me."

Cathy smiled, "I love the way you do me too," she said before she straddled Megan's waist to move up to kiss her. Megan was more than happy to give the same consideration to Cathy for her continued good service.

–The next afternoon Megan arrived at Kristen's photo shoot. She had spoken with Hugh Hefner, Hef, who was more than happy to have her around. Megan went straight to Kristen's dressing room. 

"Hey Megan," Laurel, the hairdresser, said.

Laurel was employed by Hugh at the mansion. 

"Hey Laurel, how is Kristen holding up here?"

Kristen turned around with a wide grin on her beautiful face. "Megan Fox? What are you doing here?"

"I came to make sure you are relaxed, I heard you wanted to be my friend so I couldn't resist stopping by to give you some tips. I thought we could meet up for dinner later too."

Kristen was almost speechless. She didn't even think about the fact that she had on nothing under a half opened short silk robe. 

"That would be great," Kristen said before Megan knelt down in front of her. Megan's shirt was unbuttoned almost down to her navel Kristin noted from her new angle of the woman. 

Laurel stopped working on Kristen's hair. 

Megan put her hands on Kristen's knees as the other woman looked curiously at her.

"What?"

"I am going to help you to relax; Hef mentioned you might be nervous."

Kristen raised her eyebrows, "He said I didn't have to be naked if I didn't want to but I thought as long as it's tasteful..."

Megan shook her head, "Let me tell you a secret first Hugh always wants to see you naked if he invited you to pose. Secondly, the way I am going to help you relax will give you that freshly sexed look he is looking for and believe me all the stars get this treatment. I am just lucky that you might let me do this I can tell you my first time to um calm someone it was Angelina Jolie. She loved my methods."

Megan waited for a response from Kristen.

Kristen's head was spinning. They had people to calm them by fucking them? It was something that happened all the time? She wasn't sure what to think but she also wasn't going to turn down the opportunity.

Laurel said, "Its fine I promise Megan was one of Hugh's favorite playmates and I was the one that had to calm her. She knows what she is doing and it will get you in the mood like nothing else. You will think of this moment and blush just right."

Kristen bit her lip, it seemed like a win win situation. She nodded as she leaned back in the chair while Laurel looked on. Megan opened up the robe then smiled up at Kristen. "I'll be gentle."

She leaned up first to caress Kristin's tits, play and suck them for moments before she heard Kristen catch her breath. Kristin was heating up. Laurel smiled when Megan moved her kisses down the other woman's chest and stomach then on down to her pussy. Megan started gently while she swirled her tongue around the aroused clit then in her slit slightly more forcefully. She had to make sure she wasn't so aroused that it showed on film. She went back up to suck Kristen's clit before she moved her fingers into the slick opening. 

"Laurel can you go tell them I will need another moment please," the woman nodded then left the room. 

"You have gotten me all hot and bothered," Megan said as Kristen moaned as she continued to push her fingers into her. 

"Feels too good," Kristen said just before her orgasm hit her.

Kristen closed her eyes to enjoy the moment. Megan kept her fingers inside until Kristin stopped moving against her fingers. 

–"That was amazing," Kristen said as she looked up at Megan who smiled at her. 

"Hopefully later I can get a hand," Megan said teasingly.

Kristen grinned, "Oh absolutely. I think after this photo shoot I will be ready for anything." She laughed a little nervously. She felt relaxed since her orgasm which wasn't something she had thought would ever calm her as much as it had. 

"Oh and Hugh likes the woman to look like a cross between a hooker and a nun I know it can be hard to find that certain look. Do what feels good they can edit what they don't want."

Kristen stood up then pulled Megan in a hug, "Thanks for all the help, I will see you later," she said before Laurel appeared at the door. 

She fluffed Kristen's hair then they left the room together. 

—

Megan followed them out after a few minutes of using her finger vibe. She had gotten as worked up as Kristen. She pulled herself back together than left her phone number on top of Kristen's purse. 

She watched the photo shoot for several minutes. The backdrop was red with slight areas of glitter. There was a reddish sofa in front where Kristen laid down as she smiled for the camera. Her signature lip bite was something they were trying to break her out of doing but in some poses it worked. 

Kristen was on fire as she posed sexily in front of the camera. She didn't hesitate to open her legs to give a sexy innocent look even though she was naked. At one point she touched her clit then looked as though she might come. The photographer kept clicking which led Kristin to move her hands up over her tits. Megan admired that Kristen was a natural in front of the camera. Kristen bit her lip then threw her hair over her shoulder at which point Megan had to clap. It was a nice move though the photographer had to stop a second to allow her hair to settle but it worked for the on the knees shot. 

Kristen took a break so they could change the scene. Megan met up with her a she sat back down in the portable makeup area.

"You were fabulous girl. How are you feeling?"

"Still tingly," Kristen said with a grin at Megan.

A smile played on Megan's lips she had enjoyed Kristen earlier. She could tell the other woman had a nice healthy diet by the way she had tasted.

"It's working for you," Laurel added as she sprayed more hair product on Kristen's shiny Blonde hair.

Megan ran her hand over Kristen's robe near her shoulder. 

"You are doing a great job and I'll see you later, okay?"

Kristen nodded, "Later."

–Kristen arrived at Megan's house after seven thirty. Cathy opened the door in only a robe but welcomed her.

"Come on in we are just about ready to eat. I hope you are starved."

"Oh okay," Kristen said as she followed the dark haired big tit woman through the large home.

The tits were all she remembered about Cathy until she was in the kitchen. The silk robe Cathy wore was silk which accentuated her tits. Megan stood at the kitchen counter in only a pair of short shorts with a bikini top on. 

"Come on in we're having lobster. I hope you like that these are done," she said as she opened the last one to put the meat on a plate. 

"I hope you are hungry Megan made enough for a army."

"Or a bunch of horny women," Megan said with a grin before she saw Kristin blush.

Kristin was happy she hadn't over dressed in her jeans and tank top. The three women sat down at the table after they loaded it up with the salad, lobster as well as bread. 

"Looks yummy and I love lobster. I appreciate the invite."

Megan smiled, "I think we are on the way to becoming great friends.

–Two hours later the two women were in Megan's large bed fucking hardcore. Kristen had on the strap on as she pushed the fake two ended cock into Megan's sloppy wet pussy. Kristen was enjoying the ride she had never seen such a thing but it felt amazing against her clit as she pushed into Megan. Megan pushed against Kristen until she was almost ready to come.

"Move out then use your tongue," Megan said in a breathless voice.

Kristen didn't hesitate to discard the cock to push her face down on Megan's pussy. It smelled sweet as she tongued her up around her nub then stopped to suck it. "Oh yeah that's it," Megan said as she pushed up against Kristen's tongue she couldn't wait any longer before she came with a gush. Kristin laughed before she licked up the mess. 

"Wow I can't say I ever saw you with women," Kristen said before she crawled back up on the bed. 

Megan shrugged, "It's all the same but you are one of the better ones . Hey I forgot to ask how you felt about cameras cause I tape everything."

"Oh you mean to watch later?"

"I sell them to fans."

"Ah prefer to not be included if that's okay."

"Megan shrugged again, its all good I won't put your part in, I promise."

Kristen believed that Megan would not give her part of the videos or sell them to anyone. She felt the woman was honest. 

"Good," Megan said before she straddled Kristen's waist. 

She leaned over to kiss her lips then sucked her tongue. Kristen smiled to herself, she really liked Megan's way to express herself. She could learn something from her. 



The End