“Please Sarah,” Carl said, turning his back to his wife. “I’m really tired. It’s been a long week.”
Sarah sighed. Yeah, and it’s been a long three weeks since we’ve had sex!
Fifteen minutes later Carl was snoring and Sarah slipped out of bed. Under the towels in the linen closet was a little six-inch vibrator that had gotten her off many times when her husband was too tired to do the job. A few minutes later she was in the den, her pajama bottom around her ankles, sliding the vibrator in her pussy while she surfed her favorite porn sites.
The threesome DP scenes were hot, but Sarah wasn’t sure she would like being fucked in the ass. The gang-bang scenes were also hot, especially when the woman got a facial. It was incredibly nasty to see half a dozen men squirting come over some pretty girl’s face.
Other nasty scenes were of women sucking men off through glory holes. Sarah thought sucking a cock without seeing the man reduced the act to pure salacious sex and the woman to a total slut—but it was also totally arousing. While watching a sexy brunette deep-throat a large black dick through a glory hole, she held the vibrator tight against her clit. Minutes later she finally got the orgasm she needed.
Back in bed, she lay awake, thinking about her infrequent and boring sex life with Carl. Someday, she thought, I’m going to have sex like those women on the Internet.
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“I don’t know, Stacy,” I said. “I’m not sure I’m ready to get ‘wild and crazy’ just yet. I’ve been separated from Bob for just three months.”
“Yeah, and how much sex have you had in three months? Zero. Zip. Nada. Sugar, you need somebody to play hide the sausage with. And that man right over there has got just the kielbasa you need.”
I looked across the carnival midway toward the Tunnel of Love. There was no question the ride operator was hot: tall, lean, his tight black T-shirt revealing six-pack abs and a cage fighter’s arms and chest. Looking at him gave me a tingle in my happy place.
“Go over there and tell him you want the midnight special. Then just go with the flow.”
“I don’t know. It seems so slutty to come right out and tell a stranger you want to—”
“Goddamn it, Vicki, slutty girls get the best sex. Why did we get our tramp stamps? And our clits pierced? Don’t be such a fucking wimp. In two days this carnival will be loaded on trucks going God-knows-where. You’ll never see the guy again. And I guarantee you the midnight special is a ride you don’t want to miss.”
My BFF Stacy had been trying to get me to go on the Tunnel of Love ride for a week, ever since she did it herself. She raved about how much fun she had but wouldn’t give me any details, saying coyly that it had to be the midnight special. But I knew it involved sex. Ninety percent of Stacy’s existence involves sex. And while she wouldn’t share any details of what to expect, she teasingly made it sound interesting.
Seeing the hot ride jockey made it more than interesting. Besides, one of my resolutions after getting rid of my tight-ass husband was to cut loose and shed some inhibitions. Maybe I should get a little wild and crazy.
I took a long look at the ride operator again. Stacy must have sensed my resistance wavering. She grabbed my arm and started hustling me across the midway toward the ride. As we got close, the ride operator looked up from loading a couple of giggling teenagers into a two-seat swan boat. He smiled when he saw Stacy. “Hey, girl,” he said, “back for another midnight special?” He turned toward me and his smile brightened. I felt my pussy moisten.
“No,” Stacy said, “but my friend Vicki wants to try it. I promised her she’d have a great time. Vicki, this is Jack. Jack, Vicki.”
Jack gave me a smoldering once-over. “Oh, I can guarantee she’ll have a great time,” he said. “Trust me.”
For some reason, I did. And after seeing Mr. Hottie up close, I decided that riding a floating swan through a dark tunnel with the man wouldn’t be a bad idea. Besides, I reckoned, how much trouble could a girl get into on a 15-minute water ride?
Jack’s seductive smile turned into a mischievous grin. “Be here at midnight, Vicki. When all the rides shut down. I’m sure you’ll enjoy a special trip through the Tunnel of Love.” The look he was giving me said he would enjoy it too.
I’d dressed to look hot, and from Jack’s ogling appraisal of my outfit, I was guessing that I had succeeded. I was wearing a hip–hugging pair of Daisy Dukes, cut so close to the crotch, my panties would be showing if I had any panties on. My hip-hugging shorts were low enough to show off my butterfly tramp stamp, and my tank top was cropped high enough to show plenty of midriff.
I accented all that bare skin with a sexy belly-button dangle of a little devil with a pitchfork. My tank top was thin enough and tight enough to show off my nipples, which under hottie Jack’s lustful gaze had turned into rock-hard pebbles.
It was just 11:30, and Jack was loading an older couple onto a boat. Stacy and I took a walk up the midway to kill time and take the edge off my nerves. At five till midnight we were back at the Tunnel of Love, watching Jack tie all the swan boats in a line behind the boarding area. He left one boat untied at the front of the line. When he finished tying up the boats, he turned toward Stacy and me. “Ready, Vicki?” he asked.
I hesitated a second, and Stacy gave me a little push. “Go for it, girl! Have a good time. I’ll be waiting here when you get back.”
Jack helped me into the boat, and I slid over, making room for him. He sat down beside me and flipped a lever. The boat started moving. The swan pushed its way through the swinging doors of the tunnel entrance and Jack put an arm around me.
“Nervous?” he asked.
“A little.”
“Don’t be. We can stop the ride anytime you want.” He pulled me closer.
“I’ll be okay.”
The swinging doors at the entrance slammed closed behind us, and we were suddenly swallowed up in pitch-black darkness.
“This isn’t like a haunted house, is it?” I said. “Where monsters jump out and scare you?”
“Don’t worry,” Jack said. “If anything jumps out at us, I’ll protect you.”
A music track was playing Donna Summer’s “Love To Love Ya, Baby.” I felt the swan boat gently rocking and occasionally bumping the sides of the tunnel wall. The sensation of being in absolute blackness was a bit disconcerting, but having Jack sitting beside me made me feel safe.
He reached over and touched my chin in the darkness and turned my face toward his. He leaned down and kissed me, and a warm tingle spread through my pussy. Even though it was pitch black, I closed my eyes as I returned the kiss. As our tongues tangoed with each other, exploring, I decided this adventure wouldn’t be so bad after all.
While we continued to kiss, Jack palmed my breast, then slid his hand under my tank top and squeezed my tits and pinched my nipples. I reached over and began to caress the muscles under his T-shirt. Our kissing and fondling lasted for several minutes, and then the boat bumped into a wall and turned a corner.
I opened my eyes and saw a small scene built into a side wall, dimly lit by blue light. It was an undersea grotto filled with conch shells and starfish. As we passed the scene, Jack lifted my top up over my breasts. He leaned down and took a nipple between his lips, sucking gently at first, then harder. Jolts of electricity shot directly to my pussy. We had been on the ride just a few minutes and my crotch was already soaked. Three months had been way too long to go without sex.
We sailed past the grotto and back into total darkness. Jack reached over and unsnapped the fly of my cutoffs. He slipped his hand inside, and his fingers searched for my honeypot. Since I was sans panties, he quickly discovered my clit ring. He diddled it back and forth for a moment. “This is so sexy,” he said. “Does it help keep you aroused?”
“It does when someone plays with it,” I said. “Like you’re doing now.”
His fingers slid past my clit and into the wet folds of my pussy. I gasped and arched my back, pressing my breasts against his lips, hunching my pussy against his hand. I reached over and palmed his cock through his jeans. I gave it a squeeze, then unsnapped his fly. In a moment his cock was out, hard, erect, ready. Stacy had been right about the size of his cock. It was easily the biggest I had ever gotten up close and personal with.
We continued kissing and fondling each other through long stretches of total darkness occasionally interrupted by dimly lit undersea scenes built into the walls of the ride. I thought by now we would be back at the entrance, but apparently the maze of waterways had alternate routes.
I was gripping Jack’s cock in my hand when he pulled back from kissing me. “Suck me,” he whispered. “Suck my cock.”
Gladly, I thought, leaning over to take him in my mouth. He was so big, I could only get the head in my mouth, but I used my tongue and lips to lave up and down the sides of the shaft. After several minutes of my sucking and licking his cock, he pulled me upright.
“Take off your clothes,” he said. “I want you naked.” Sounds good to me, I thought, quickly stripping out of my top and shorts. I felt Jack taking off his jeans and shirt and I reached over to caress his muscular chest.
He slid a hand between my legs. “Your pussy is really wet. Are you ready for me to fuck you?”
“God, yes,” I said, my pussy throbbing. “I want your cock now.” I swung my leg over to face him, straddling his waist, my knees on the padded seat. I reached for his big erection and lowered myself onto it, guiding it in my pussy. I began to ride him, rocking the swan boat in the shallow water as we continued coasting through the dark.
I had my arms around his neck, my breasts pressed up against his chest while I fucked him. Having his big cock deep inside me was heaven. I felt his hands clasping my back, sliding around to my waist, down to my bottom. Suddenly I squealed. Another hand was touching me!
“What the hell!” I shouted. Both of Jack’s hands were on my bottom, but I was feeling a warm palm on my back, feeling it slide down to my bottom and then caress me.
I tried to jerk my hips away from the touch, but being impaled on Jack’s big cock made it difficult to move. I started to lift myself and turn around, but Jack held me tight and silenced me with another kiss. Then he pulled back. “Don’t be frightened,” he said. “Just enjoy. It’s part of the experience.”
“Ohmygod,” I said, my voice trembling. “I’m just not sure about this.” Now there were two strange hands touching me, reaching out from both sides of the dark tunnel to caress my naked back and waist and bottom.
“We can stop if you want.”
I felt Jack’s cock buried deep in my pussy, felt my nipples hard against his chest. The boat moved on, and as we coasted along in the dark, one pair of stroking, caressing hands was replaced by another.
“Do you want to stop?”
I leaned back, wishing I could see Jack’s face, wishing I could see whose hands were touching me. But I couldn’t see. I could only feel. And it felt damn good. Decadently, erotically good. “No, I don’t want to stop,” I whispered. I ground my pussy down hard over his cock, swirling my hips, urging him to fuck me.
The hands reaching out of the darkness were touching me everywhere, squeezing my tits, pinching my nipples, increasing the intense sexual sensations I was experiencing. The fact that I couldn’t see who was touching me somehow made it all the more exciting. The entire experience was more erotic than anything I’d done before, and I knew I would reach climax soon.
Just then the boat made a sharp turn and pushed its way through a swinging door into a tiny, dimly lit room. “This is our repair shop,” Jack said. “We bring the boats into this closed-off area to do maintenance and repairs.”
As the door swung shut behind our boat, I saw that the small room had a wall full of tools on pegboard hooks. A padded bench sat on the deck next to the waterway. I noticed that the bench was easily big enough to lie back on and get fucked, which I assumed was what Jack had in mind.
“Let’s get out of the boat for a minute,” he said. He lifted me by the waist, sliding my pussy up off his still-erect cock. I stood up, holding myself steady with one hand on his shoulder. As I stepped out of the boat, I saw him smiling at me.
I smiled back. “So is this the Tunnel of Love lair where you bring girls you want to fuck?”
“It is. And I think you should lie your smokin’-hot body down on the bench so we can finish what we started.”
“I’d love to. But first tell me who all those men were who were fondling me as we went past. It seemed like there must have been a dozen of them.”
“They’re just my carny buddies, helping to make sure you have a memorable experience. And there were only four or five of them. They can move around and change places. Did you like it?”
“It scared me at first, but then I did like it. It was very erotic, having all those men touching me while I was fucking you. It was exciting that I couldn’t see any of them, that I could only feel them.”
Jack pulled me into his arms. His long, hard shaft was angled up across my bare belly. He kissed me, holding my bottom in his hands. Then he pulled back. “If you liked what my buddies were doing, maybe you’d like to do something for them in return.”
I looked at him, wondering what he could possibly mean. I stammered a moment. “You … you … mean … let them come in here?”
“No, not exactly. But look over here.” Jack turned me toward the blank wall opposite the tools.
“Oh … my … God!” I said when I saw what he wanted to show me. A four-inch hole had been cut into the thin plywood partition just about pelvis-high. Sticking through the hole was an erect cock. It wasn’t as big as Jack’s, but it was big enough.
“Ohmygod,” I said again. “That’s a gl- … ”
“A glory hole,” Jack finished. “Ever try one?”
“Never,” I said, stepping toward the disembodied cock poking through the hole. “But I’ve wondered what it would be like. The idea of sucking a cock without ever seeing the man is really sexy-nasty.” I knelt down to get a closer look at the cock poking through the hole. It twitched a couple of times and then started to slowly come erect. Without even thinking about it, I reached out to hold it in my palm.
Jack had moved up close behind me. He leaned down and whispered in my ear. “Go ahead and suck it. You’ll make some guy you’ll never see very happy.”
I took a deep breath. Was I really going to do this? I lifted the cock to my mouth. I extended my tongue and licked the head, tasting a drop of precome. I glanced over at Jack. He was grinning, but had a smoldering sexy look in his eyes. I took the cock in my mouth and began to give the stranger a wet, sloppy blowjob. In less than five minutes I had him ready to blast off. I opened my mouth wide and extended my tongue. Seconds later he began to ejaculate, squirting come all over my tongue and cheeks and chin.
Behind the thin partition I heard the man moaning. “Sounds like you made someone very happy,” Jack said.
“I think I did,” I said, grinning as the cock pulled out of the hole and disappeared. “That was really sexy. I had no idea it would be so erotic to do that.” I wiped the come off my face with a finger, then sucked it clean.
“I’m glad you liked it,” Jack said. “But you aren’t finished yet.”
I turned and looked back at the hole. Another cock was poking through. This one was shorter but thicker, with lots of gnarly veins around the shaft. I leaned forward and opened my mouth wide. While I sucked this stranger’s cock, Jack reached underneath my bottom and stroked my pussy, fucking me with two fingers, then three. I knew I would come soon, or the cock in my mouth would. Amazingly, we came at the same time.
I moaned, and my hips jerked in involuntary spasms. The cock began to squirt globs of come, which spiraled out and splattered over my face and neck and breasts.
As my orgasm faded I smiled at Jack. “My God, that was good,” I said. “I haven’t come that hard in a long, long time.”
“Hey, we’re just getting started, darlin’,” he said. “And I think we’ve got another visitor.”
I looked back at the glory hole. To my surprise, the cock poking through now was black. And big. I leaned forward to take it in my mouth, but Jack stopped me.
“Just a minute,” he said. He moved the bench so I could kneel on it while I sucked the cock in the glory hole. This put my bottom at just the right height for Jack to fuck me from behind. I moaned as he slid his big cock in me. Then I leaned forward to suck my third shaft of the night.
Just as the black man began to come, I felt Jack’s fingertip circling my anus, then slipping in my ass and sliding deep. I moaned, and he leaned forward and whispered in my ear: “You little come slut! I think you like that, my finger in your ass. Did you like that?
With my mouth full of ejaculating cock, I could only nod and mumble, “Um-hum.”
His cock still in my cunt, Jack kept his lips next to my ear. “How would you like to have a cock in your ass and your pussy at the same time? Have you ever had a DP?”
I shook my head.
“Would you like to, Vicki? Would you like to do a DP with two guys?”
I pulled my mouth away from the dick in the glory hole and turned my head to look over my shoulder at Jack. My pussy tingled with desire. “Yes,” I managed to whisper, “I want to do a DP. I want to have my pussy and ass fucked at the same time.”
Jack looked at me and grinned. “Sugar, your wish is my command.” He slid his cock out of my pussy and helped me sit up. The cock I’d been sucking disappeared from the glory hole. I was trembling in anticipation. I’d never had two lovers at once, and certainly not in a double penetration, but it was something I’d always had a secret desire to do.
I sat up on the bench to catch my breath, and Jack slipped around the wall full of tools and disappeared. I heard mumbled whispering, and then he was back, smiling broadly. He knelt down in front of the bench and reached to caress both my breasts. He tweaked my nipples and said, “Darlin’, you are about to get the fucking of a lifetime. Are you ready?”
I nodded, my pussy hungry with need. “I’m ready,” I whispered.
Jack had me stand while he lay down on the bench, then had me straddle his waist, facing him. He tilted his erection up toward my pussy. I lowered myself slowly down over his thick shaft, relishing every inch sliding in me.
When I was fully impaled by Jack’s cock, he grasped my shoulders and pulled me forward. With one hand he caressed my bottom, and with the other he pulled my head down toward his. We kissed long and hard. Then he pulled back. “Just relax and enjoy,” he said. “Okay?”
“Okay,” I whispered, “I will.”
A short, stocky man stepped around the corner of the tool-display wall and moved up behind me. He was wearing a torn T-shirt and nothing else. I started to turn my head to see his face, but Jack stopped me and pulled me down for another kiss. The other man moved up between my legs and gripped my hips. I felt his finger on my anus, spreading gooey lubricant over it.
Then his dick was nudging me. I tilted my bottom up to give him a better angle. He pressed against my asshole, then pressed again, harder. Suddenly the head of his cock slid in me, causing me to gasp.
“Ohhh-mygod!” I moaned, feeling his cock slide in me. After a while the intense feeling turned to pleasure. The man’s cock slid deeper, until I felt it next to Jack’s, separated only by the thin membrane of flesh. I moaned, feeling incredibly slutty and wanton.
“Do you like it, Vicki?” Jack asked. “I mean, being filled with two big dicks? Is it hot?”
“Ohmygod, yes! Yes, it’s hot! Nasty-hot!” I began to move my hips, encouraging the stranger to fuck me. He began to move, sliding his dick slowly in and out of my ass. Jack was fucking me too. The two men got into a rhythm that was setting me on fire.
“Yes!” I yelled. “Yes! Fuck me! Fuck my ass! Fuck my pussy! Ohmygod, it feels so good!”
After endless minutes of sheer pleasure, both men were ready to climax. Their orgasms triggered my own. I was swept up in a wave of pure ecstasy. I screamed, my cries of pleasure drowning out Donna Summer. The men were groaning too. I felt the jerking spasms of their cocks filling my ass and pussy with come.
As our orgasms subsided, the cock in my ass softened and slid out. The man gave my ass a playful squeeze and made his exit. Amazingly, Jack was still hard in my pussy! I looked down at him. “My God, that was incredible,” I said. “I’ve never had an orgasm like that!”
He looked up at me with a sexy grin. “That doesn’t have to be your only orgasm, you know. There are several more guys who would love to help you discover just how multi-orgasmic you might be.”
I looked at Jack, wondering if I dared take him up on his suggestion. The tingling arousal in my pussy and ass seemed to say I should. I looked around. “You know there’s not much room in here. Your buddies would have to take turns.”
“Not a problem,” Jack said. “Not a problem at all.”
Taking turns wasn’t a problem, especially when we figured out that there was room for me to have a cock in my pussy, one in my ass and another in my mouth all at the same time. Between Jack and his five carny buddies, I took at least four or five come shots in every orifice. I also had at least half a dozen mind-blowing, toe-curling orgasms of my own.
It was almost three in the morning when I collapsed on the bench, a happily sated, very well-fucked woman. I spread my legs wide to let each guy kiss my swollen pussy lips good-bye, then slipped on my top and shorts for the boat ride back to the entrance.
When we got there, Stacy was waiting, as she said she would be, but she was totally pissed. She didn’t say much as Jack walked us across the empty parking lot, but I could tell she was steaming. Jack gave me a quick kiss before I got in the car. “I hope we see you next year,” he said, smiling, as he gave my breasts a quick squeeze.
“Me too. It’s been … well … fucking amazing!”
Jack left, and I got in Stacy’s car. She was fuming. “What in the fuck took so long? I’ve been sitting on my ass waiting for almost three fucking hours! What the hell have you been doing?”
“I don’t know,” I said, somewhat taken aback. “I guess we were doing the same things you did on your ride. I didn’t know how long it was supposed to take. How long was your ride?”
“A half-hour tops. We went around the tunnel circuit a couple of times, and Jack pulled the boat into a little side waterway that was hidden. Then we got naked and fucked our brains out, and after, we came back to the entrance. What the fuck did you do?”
It was beginning to dawn on me that my Tunnel of Love ride had been very different from Stacy’s. “We did that too,” I said. “And you were right about Jack having a great cock. It was awesome.”
“But what the fuck took so long? I know Jack has stamina, but even he can’t fuck for three hours.”
“Well, we did have to pull into the boat-repair workshop. Something wrong with our boat, I guess.”
I tried to calm Stacy down, saying, “I’m glad you talked me into going on the ride, Stacy. After three months without sex I really needed that. Thank you. You’re a good friend.”
My gratitude, which was sincere, mollified Stacy a bit. She was calming down. “I’m glad you enjoyed it,” she said. Finally she grinned. “Jack does have a magnificent dick, doesn’t he?”
“And he knows how to use it. I could ride that hunk of man meat for hours.
“You did, Vicki. You already did.”
“Yeah, I’m sorry about that, Stacy. Really sorry.”
Not really, I thought, with a smile that Stacy couldn’t see. Oh no, not really sorry at all.
It was a 20-minute drive to my apartment. So I leaned the seat back and closed my eyes, and images of being fucked by six guys in various combinations floated through my brain. I sighed contentedly and reached in my back pocket, fingering the card that was there. It had the dates and locations of towns the carnival would be playing for the next six months. On the back Jack had written his cell number.
I hadn’t had a chance to really study the itinerary, but I had already noticed there were at least three locations within a hundred miles of our town. It would be an easy hour-and-a-half drive for a horny, come-hungry carny slut.
Like me.
“No, leave it on!” I whispered, stopping my husband as he reached for the lamp on the nightstand. Ryan looked at me, curious at the insistence in my voice. Then he smiled. “Sure,” he said, turning away from the light and reaching for me.
I slid into his arms, positioning myself on top of him as we kissed. My legs were parted, resting on either side of his, and I felt his erection thick and inviting against my tummy. I also felt my pussy growing damp with anticipation. He slid his hands down my back beneath the top sheet and clasped my bottom, squeezing as his tongue slipped deeper in my mouth.
Then he broke the kiss and glanced in the direction of the open bedroom door. “Shouldn’t we close the door?” he whispered. “Ashley might”"”
“Ashley is sound asleep,” I answered. “Even if she’s awake, she can’t hear us. Her room is too far away.”
I wiggled upward until I felt the head of his cock grazing the entrance to my pussy. He grinned and lifted his pelvis, trying to enter me.
“Not yet, sugar,” I said, lifting my hips. “First I need a little midnight snack.” I raised up until I was on my knees, straddling his groin. Then I inched backward, pushing the sheet off our bodies as I went. By the time I could bend down and take his cock in my mouth, we were fully exposed.
I glanced quickly at the darkened doorway. I knew Ashley was there, watching from the shadows of the hallway. Just the thought of it had me throbbing with arousal, and I leaned forward, swallowing Ryan’s cock with the eagerness of a porn star. I was determined to give my new BFF a show she would never forget.
Ashley Maddigan had moved into the house next door six months earlier. Since then our relationship had grown from nodding neighborly acquaintances to virtual best friends. Although Ashley was recently divorced while I was very happily married, we found we had an amazing number of things in common.
We were both in our late 20s, half as old and twice as sexy as the other women in the neighborhood, and we weren’t ashamed to show off our bodies in short skirts and tight T”‘shirts. We were the exact same height, with nearly identical figures, and both had flowing shoulder-length hair.
In addition to our physical similarities, we discovered we had the same taste in food, fashion, music, books and movies. In fact, we hadn’t discovered an area in which we had opposite tastes or opinions. At least, not until an afternoon a week earlier when we shared a couple of intimate secrets.
I had introduced Ashley to my health club, which she joined so we could work out together. We were in the steam room wrapped in towels, sitting across from each other, when Ashley commented on how physically alike we are. Pushing her towel down to her waist, she cupped her breasts in her palms.
“If my boobs were a little bigger,” she said, “We could almost be twins. What are you? About a 36C?”
I moved my own towel down to my waist, then cupped and lifted my breasts. “34D,” I said. “And all me.”
“Me too,” she said with a grin. “But your nipples are bigger.”
I looked at Ashley’s breasts, then down at my own. “My areolae are a little bigger,” I said. “But your nipples stick out more.”
“I know,” she said. “It’s a little embar rassing sometimes. Especially in cold weather. Or when I get aroused.”
I let a moment pass, then said, “Okay, since we’re comparing bodies, show me your pussy.”
Ashley hesitated, and for a moment I was worried I might have crossed a line that was too intimate. Then I said jokingly, “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”
With a grin, she removed her towel. I giggled and removed my own towel.
“Look,” I said, almost gasping. “Can you believe this?”
Both of our pussies were completely shaved except for tiny triangles of curls just above the clit. The grooming was so identical, it could have been done by the same barber!
Ashley giggled, then said, “Do you keep it that way all the time?”
“Unless I shave it off completely,” I said. “Sometimes I do that for Ryan. It really turns him on.”
After a long moment, Ashley said, “So what turns you on? What gets you really aroused?”
I stared at her, wondering just how far we should let the conversation go. “You really want to know?” I asked.
“Yes,” she said. “You tell me, and I’ll tell you.”
“Okay,” I said. “You go first.”
Ashley stared at me for a long moment, then said, “All right. What really turns me on is watching.”
As she spoke, a burst of steam filled the small room and she disappeared in a haze of white vapor. I couldn’t see the expression on her face, nor could she see the startled expression on mine. I had expected her to say something like “sex under the stars” or “champagne and fireplaces.” Certainly not “watching” ! I thought voyeurism, from porn to Peeping Toms, was normally a male proclivity.
“Seriously?” I said. “Watching someone have sex turns you on?”
The steam was clearing a bit, and Ashley was coming into focus. She was leaning back against the tile wall, her eyes closed.
“It does,” she said. “I think it stems from something that happened when I was in college. I walked in and acci dentally caught my roommate giving her boyfriend a blowjob. I watched for several minutes before they knew I was there, and got so turned on just from watching, I almost had an orgasm. Ever since, I get highly aroused watching a couple, or anyone, in a sexual situation. It actually makes me hot just thinking about it.”
The steam hissed on again, filling the steam room. Through the hot mist Ashley said, “I’ll bet that’s one trait we don’t share.”
You might be surprised, I thought! Sometimes opposites are more alike than one might think. Two sides of a coin and all that. “But where can you watch?” I said. “I mean who”"”
She giggled and said, “Just turn on the TV. Cable. X-rated DVDs. There’s plenty to watch on the Internet. One of the reasons David and I divorced was because I tended to enjoy porn a little more than he did. Okay, maybe a lot more than he did.”
The steam was clearing, and I saw Ashley grinning at me. “All right,” she said, “I’ve confessed to my voyeuristic perversion. Now it’s your turn. Tell me what turns you on. And I won’t believe you if you say you like to watch.”
I grinned back at her. “No, it’s not watching,” I said. “In fact, for me it’s just the opposite.”
Ashley raised an eyebrow. I hesitated, then took a breath and continued. “I get turned on by being watched,” I said. “I mean, I’ve never actually been watched having sex, at least that I’m aware of. But just the thought of it gets me hot. Really hot.”
Ashley’s grin had faded, but she was still looking at me, with a curious expression on her face. “So you’re an exhibitionist?”
“Maybe a latent one,” I said. “I’ve actually tried to get Ryan to have sex in places where we might be seen, but he’s always been too nervous, afraid we would get caught. Once I tried to get him to fuck me in a dressing room at the mall, but he wouldn’t do it. The riskiest thing he’s ever suggested was a m nage trois.”
“Really?” Ashley said. “Did you do it? The m nage?”
“No, it didn’t work out,” I replied. “Regrettably, because I was ready. Not so much to have sex with someone else as to have an audience. Just the thought of doing it in front of someone gets me dripping wet.”
“Seriously?” she said.
“Seriously,” I said. “Wanna see?”
I removed my towel, not quite believing I was daring to do so. Ashley glanced down, and I spread my legs. I knew beneath my tiny triangle of pubic hair my pussy lips were swollen and pink, and dripping with more juices than the steam could produce.
As Ashley stared at my pussy, the steam hissed on, and once again she began to disappear in the mist. But not before I saw her hand slip between her legs. I knew that hidden in the haze just a few feet away, she was fingering her pussy just like I was doing mine. Just then someone else came in the steam room, and we quickly wrapped up in our towels and made our exit.
We were quiet as we showered and dressed. I was hoping that our mutual admissions of our kinky sexual inclinations wouldn’t jeopardize what was becoming a close and welcome friend ship. Perhaps our intimate revelations would have no effect at all, I thought. But as Ashley slipped into her underwear and jogging suit, she looked at me with a knowing grin, and I realized that our mutual confessions wouldn’t be forgotten.
We remained quiet on the drive home, but when I pulled in the driveway, Ashley said, “You know, what you said in the steam room was very interesting. I mean, about being watched turning you on.”
“I thought what you said was inter esting too,” I said. “About you liking to watch. Maybe we should”"”
“Explore some possibilities?” Ashley finished, smiling slyly.
I blushed a little but smiled back. “Something like that,” I said.
Ashley grabbed her gym bag and started across the lawn to her house. “Maybe we should,” she called to me over her shoulder. “Who knows what might happen?”
What indeed? I thought, pulling into the garage. Or how? Or when?
The next day Ashley invited me over for coffee and some online window-shopping for lingerie. She hadn’t been with a man in the six months since her divorce, she said, but she was feeling like she was ready to get back into the dating scene.
“It’s time to give my Jack Rabbit a rest,” Ashley said. “And find a cock that doesn’t need batteries. And in the process, if some guy gets lucky enough to get into my knickers, I want to be wearing some “‘knock your socks off’ sexy ones.”
After pursuing several mainstream lingerie e-tailers, we ended up on a website that had outrageously sexy open-nipple bras and crotchless panties.
“So would you wear these?” Ashley asked me, clicking to enlarge a photo of a red lace set that revealed the model’s large nipples and distended pussy lips.
“Sure,” I said. “I mean I might, for the right occasion.”
“So tell me, what are you wearing right now?” she asked. “Not crotchless, I’ll bet.”
I was standing behind her, looking over her shoulder at the computer screen. “Actually,” I said, “I’m not wearing a bra or panties at all.”
Ashley swiveled her chair around and looked up at me. We were both wearing jeans and T-shirts with running shoes. My tee was cropped above my waist to show my belly-button ring.
“You’re kidding,” she said. “You’re actually going commando?”
“Yeah, totally,” I replied, grinning down at her.
“You have to show me,” she said, looking directly at my crotch.
I hesitated just a moment, then unsnapped my jeans and lowered the zipper. My fingers were trembling slightly, and I realized this was not the same as seeing each other naked in the steam room. I lifted my tee up to show my bare breasts, then opened the fly of my jeans.
“See?” I said, revealing the tiny triangle of hair above my pussy.
Ashley looked up at me and smiled, then looked back at my crotch. “Show me more,” she said, her breathing now as shallow as my own. I had no idea how far this would go, but at the moment all that mattered was the reaction I was getting from Ashley. I stepped back a couple of steps and hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my jeans, then slid them down over my hips.
Ashley took a breath and looked up at me, letting me know silently that shoving my pants around my knees would not be enough to satisfy her voyeuristic urge. It also wouldn’t be enough for me, the exhibitionist. I stripped off my T-shirt and kicked off my Nikes without untying them, then slid my jeans completely off. Naked now except for my white cotton socks, I stood in the middle of the room, my arms hanging awkwardly at my sides.
“Sit over there,” Ashley said, pointing to a large leather club chair. “And spread your legs.”
I moved toward the chair, rolling my bare bottom sexily while I walked. As I sat down, I fought the urge to throw my legs open and shove my fingers in my cunt, knowing there would be more pleasure for both the voyeur and the exhibitionist if the scene unfolded slowly and seductively.
I sat in the chair and slowly spread my legs, then lifted them and rested my calves on the chair’s leather arms. My pussy was spread wide open, dripping with arousal. I glanced at Ashley and saw that she had unsnapped her own jeans and had one hand deep inside her fly. I closed my eyes, then placed both hands on top of my breasts. Almost imperceptibly, I began to slide my hands downward over my chest and tummy, toward the wet opening between my legs.
When my hands reached my pussy, I spread my lips apart, then used my thumbs and forefingers to pull each pussy lip down and outward. As I stretched my lips and spread them wide apart, I felt the juices of my arousal dripping out of my cunt and into my bottom crack, sliding down to coat the rosebud of my asshole.
I heard Ashley moan, and I raised my eyelids halfway. She now had her jeans around her ankles, her knees apart, her fingers working feverishly at her cunt. I watched her watching me, my desire growing in intensity just from the knowledge that my performance was stoking Ashley’s erotic fires. I began to fuck myself with my fingers, using one, then two, then three. With my other hand I played with my clit, swirling my fingertips over the sensitive bud, then backing off when the sensation brought me too close to climax.
Finally I couldn’t back off anymore, and I closed my eyes and began to frig myself faster and faster. Suddenly I was there, at the edge, then beyond, into my orgasm, my cries of ecstasy filling the room. As I climaxed, I heard echoes of my moans and knew Ashley was coming too, joining me in the intense pleasure of our mutual climaxes.
As we began to come down from our erotic high, I knew we had started something that was bound to go much further. Just how far, I didn’t know.
“Jesus, that was hot!” Ashley said with a sigh. “Watching you was such a turn-on.”
“For me too,” I said. “I mean, knowing that you were watching. It really revved me up.”
A long moment passed. Then Ashley said, “Have you ever done anything with a woman? Anything sexual?”
“Not really,” I said.
“Have you thought about it?”
“Sure,” I said. “Hasn’t every woman? Haven’t you?”
“Yeah,” Ashley acknowledged. “At least I’ve thought about exploring the possibilities.”
“I think the thought of it”"girl-girl sex”"turns most men on,” I said. “I know it turns Ryan on.”
There was a long pause, then Ashley said, “The m nage a trois your hus band suggested. Was it going to be with a man or a woman?”
My eyes were still closed, and I still had one hand still clamped over the sticky mess I had made of my pussy. I opened one eye and looked at Ashley, who also still had a hand covering her crotch. “It was a man,” I said. “A man Ryan knew from work. Too bad it didn’t happen. It would be hot to fuck someone while Ryan watched. Or fuck Ryan while the man watched.”
“I would really like to watch you fuck Ryan,” she said. “I think that would be incredibly exciting.”
I smiled at her and closed my eyes again. “That would be hot, wouldn’t it?” I said. “Maybe it could be arranged.” I didn’t have to look at Ashley to know she was smiling too.
Two days later Ryan and I invited Ashley over for dinner. During the meal she mentioned casually that she was going to have all three bedrooms in her house painted, and she planned to stay in a hotel for a couple of nights to avoid the smell.
“Nonsense,” Ryan said, before I could speak. “You should stay here. We have plenty of room. Right, honey?”
Ashley looked at me.
“Absolutely!” I said. “It’ll be fun.”
Ashley and I smiled at each other. Ryan had no idea just how much fun we were planning on having. The thought of Ashley standing in the darkened doorway watching was an incredible turn-on, with my husband the lucky recipient of an extended and highly erotic session of cocksucking.
I made sure to keep myself angled, so the view from the doorway would show the full extent of my oral skills”"knowing Ashley would see every salacious slurp of my blowjob made me extremely hot. This was much more sensual than my solo masturbation, and I was sure Ashley was experiencing the same exponential jump in erotic pleasure that I felt.
In fact, it was difficult to keep sucking my husband’s cock when what I really wanted was to impale my drip ping cunt on the rigid shaft I had helped stiffen. Finally I did just that, moving forward on my knees and straddling him so I could slide my pussy down over his erection.
Once again I positioned myself so Ashley would have a clear view of my swollen pussy lips clutching at Ryan’s thick cock while I slid up and down that glistening shaft.
I rode my husband like a stallion, my involuntary moans of pleasure providing a sexy soundtrack for my uninhibited performance. The feeling of Ryan’s cock, thick and deep inside my cunt, and the pressure of his pubic bone against my clit were finally too much. The physical sensations I was experiencing, plus knowing that Ashley was watching from just a few feet away, was overwhelming, and I soon surrendered to a blinding climax, coming harder, and louder, than I’d ever come before.
Ryan pulled me forward, trying with little success to stifle my screams against his shoulder. As my hips jerked and bucked over his cock in the last throes of orgasm, I glanced toward the open doorway. My half-lidded eyes were still unable to focus clearly, but I knew Ashley was still there, in the shadows, watching.
As my moans became whimpers, then contented sighs, I lay on top of Ryan, staring into the shadows beyond the bedroom doorway. Suddenly I realized that Ryan’s cock was still inside me and still hard. I lifted myself on my arms and looked down at him, then wriggled my hips.
“You’re still hard, honey,” I said. “Didn’t you come?”
Ryan looked up at me. “Jesus, sweet heart, you never gave me a chance. You’ve been fucking me like a wild woman. It was all I could do to hang on.”
I grinned down at him and wiggled my hips again, then squeezed his cock with my cunt. “Well, then,” I said. “I guess we need to take care of this, don’t we?”
Ryan returned my grin and lifted his hips, pushing deeper into me. “I can hardly wait,” he said, grabbing my bare ass with both hands.
“Hold on a minute,” I said, lifting myself off his groin. “I’ve got an idea that I think you’re going to like.” I slid off the bed and stepped toward the doorway, ignoring my husband’s “what the hell now?” look.
Ashley was naked, kneeling in the dark hallway, leaning against the banister railing. I could barely see her expression in the dark, but she was breathing hard and still had her hands buried between her thighs, covering her pussy. Watching Ryan and me had obviously turned her on enough to give herself an orgasm.
I reached down and lifted her up, then took her by one hand. “Come with me,” I said with a grin, pulling her toward the bedroom door. “There’s a nice hard cock you need to meet. And a lot more fucking you need to watch. And who knows? We might even explore some of those girl-girl possibilities. I’m sure my husband would be a most appreciative audience!” ”
I glanced quickly out the windows of the pickup to make sure no one was looking, then leaned toward Garcia’s lap. His cock was not huge, but would still be a mouthful. As I took the cinnamon-colored shaft between my lips I realized this would be my first experience with an uncircumcised cock. I pulled the foreskin down and swirled my tongue around the head, working the shaft with one hand while I squeezed his balls with the other. Fortunately, either he was ready or I was good, because I felt his come hit the back of my throat a few seconds later.
I kept Garcia’s dick in my mouth until it stopped pulsing, then licked him clean and sat up. I couldn’t believe I had just given a blowjob to a man I barely knew, just to coax him into getting his work done on time. But construction was at a critical stage, and I had to do whatever it took to get the project completed on schedule. If Garcia’s crew didn’t get the wiring done, the drywall couldn’t go up. Without drywall, whole crews of trim carpenters, painters and carpet layers would be waiting around, diddling their dicks. With the company facing overrun penalties of thousands of dollars a day, my bonus and maybe even my job were on the line.
“Ah, caramba, Senorita Maggie,” Garcia said. “You are very good. You make me come so quick!”
I smiled at the compliment, then gave him my “‘no shit now’ look. “You’ll keep this just between us, right?” I said. “And you swear all the wiring will be done by next Tuesday. On all three floors.”
“I swear,” Garcia said, zipping up. “Every wire, every plug, every switch.”
We got out of the pickup and Garcia walked over to yell at his crew of electricians. I looked up at the three-story, 60,000-square-foot glass box that had become my responsibility.
I had convinced my boss to give me a shot as project facilitator, assuring him that it didn’t take a 200-pound hairy gorilla yelling at the subcontractors to get things done. “I’m sure we can get as much done with honey as we can with vinegar,” I’d promised. Now I was wondering just how much honey I was going to have to spread around.
I’d learned early on that the most important thing I could do to move a job along was figure out what would grease the wheels of a particular subcontractor, or supervisor, or code inspector. In the beginning it had been simple things, like Krispy Kremes every morning for the concrete crew, or Knicks tickets for a plumbing inspector. But as we neared completion, with the subs bumping into each other and everyone bitching at every turn, I’d had to do a few things I couldn’t believe I’d done. Like letting a lecherous carpet contractor cop a feel of my tits in an empty stairwell. And sneaking into an unfinished restroom to give the boss of the AC crew a quick handjob.
Now I had bent over, literally, and bribed the electrical contractor with a blowjob. At this rate, the next time I updated my r sum qualifications, I’d have to add the word “‘slut.’
Giving the blowjob to Garcia actually hadn’t been so bad, I thought to myself as I entered the building. In a way, the illicit dick had been exciting. For a woman whose sex life was more or less monogamous, and almost always in the missionary position, going down on a virtual stranger, in his pickup, in broad daylight, was pretty erotic. In fact, it had been so long since I’d had any kind of sex that doing Garcia actually turned me on. If my hands hadn’t been so busy with his dick, I might have even played with my pussy while I sucked him off.
I stepped over a pile of conduit and walked toward the stairwell. All around me were hard-bodied crews of ripped and buff construction workers, hotties in hardhats and tool belts, some shirtless, others in tank tops or sleeveless Ts, all in tight jeans or cutoffs. It was not a bad workplace environment for a 26-year-old female with normal urges.
I knew I turned the guys on as much as they did me, a feeling constantly reinforced by their lewd looks and off-color comments. I generally let the catcalls and sexual innuendos slide, glad to know they found me attractive, and I was more than willing to occasionally treat them to the sight of me in a stretchy tank top with no bra, or a pair of jeans a size or two too tight”"as long as the work stayed on schedule, and no one fell off a ladder or shot a nail through his foot.
Although I’m not a supermodel, I do have a nice face and a sexy figure, with long legs and a tight little tush. My boobs aren’t huge, but they are all natural and as firm as ripe peaches. I also have thimble-sized nipples, which to my frequent embarrassment seem to stay constantly erect, even when I’m not aroused. Which was how they were now, pushing out like twin torpedoes as I walked past a framing crew. I was wearing jeans and a fairly tight T-shirt, with a bra so thin and transparent I shouldn’t have bothered to put it on. As I headed toward the stairwell I stuck my chest out, getting a couple of wolf whistles for my effort. I grinned, wondering what the men would say if they knew I’d just swallowed a mouthful of Mexican spunk.
I walked up the stairs to the third floor. The space was framed and wired, ready for drywall, and empty except for the two men in one corner. One was Jake Rollins, a tall guy with long blond hair in a ponytail. Rollins, who had a clipboard and was counting pallets of sheetrock, was a supervisor for the drywall contractor. The other man was a large muscular black man named Mitchell, who was Rollins’ crew chief.
“Hey, guys,” I said, walking toward them. They both looked up and smiled, Rollins’ gaze made it to my face, but Mitchell’s got stuck on my still hard nipples.
“Hey Maggie,” Rollins said. “You get Garcia straightened out on the electrical?”
I blushed a little, wondering if he knew I had sucked the man’s cock just 10 minutes earlier. Maybe my facilitating techniques were not as secret as I had hoped to keep them. “Right on track,” I said, still blushing.
Mitchell was still staring at my breasts, in particular at my nipples, which were as hard as pebbles. Rollins was smiling again, apparently amused at his crewman’s leering attention toward my stiff buds, and the fact that I couldn’t do anything subtle to hide them.
What Rollins wasn’t aware of was that my nipples were not only hard but tingling like crazy, a sensation I was also feeling in my pussy. My intuition was telling me to turn and hightail it out of there, but somehow I couldn’t force myself to break away.
“So are you guys on schedule to hang drywall?” I asked.
“We start tomorrow,” Rollins answered. I noticed his eyelids had lowered just a bit, giving me a look that was not quite smoldering, but was headed in that direction.
“That’s great!” I said. “Two days ahead of”"”
My comment ended abruptly when Mitchell reached out and took one of my nipples between his thumb and forefinger, squeezing it with the exact amount of pressure needed to make my knees buckle.
“Oh! Ohh . . . oh fuck!” I said, startled, stunned that the man would even do that. I knew I had to turn around, back away, get out somehow. But I couldn’t move, almost couldn’t stand. It was as if Mitchell’s black fingers on my white T-shirt were pinning me in place. As I gulped for air I had the sudden image of myself sucking the man’s cock, maybe even fucking him. I had never fucked a black man before, but that seemed likely to change at any moment.
I glanced at Rollins, wondering if he would leave and let Mitchell have me alone, or if he would stay and watch. The thought of someone watching me get fucked was wickedly obscene, and I felt a surge of arousal as the energy in my pussy ratcheted up several notches.
Then Rollins tossed his clipboard aside and stepped behind me. Grabbing the tail of my T-shirt, he stripped it up and off, and I realized he didn’t intend to leave or just watch, but planned to fuck me too.
I knew then that I was well past any possibility of protesting, even if I’d wanted to. Which I didn’t. As Mitchell ripped my bra off I reached forward and grabbed his cock, squeezing it through his jeans. He leaned toward me and took one nipple between his lips, again taking the other between his thumb and forefinger. I glanced down at my breasts, but saw only the top of Mitchell’s bright yellow hardhat.
I felt my hips being shifted, and realized that Rollins had unsnapped my jeans and was trying to slide them over my ass. I tried to help, wiggling my butt, pushing at the waistband.
“Wait!” I said as my jeans bunched around by knees. “My boots!”
Rollins knelt down and untied my steel-toed work boots, then pulled them off and tossed them aside. He grasped my panties and slid them down, tugging them off with my jeans. Now all I was wearing was a pair of white cotton socks and the butterfly tattooed just above the crack of my ass.
Mitchell had switched from one nipple to the other, keeping them both stimulated with his lips and tongue and fingers. I was wondering if a woman could come just from nipple teasing when Rollins, standing behind me, reached around and slid a finger into my pussy. “My God, you’re wet!” he said sliding two more fingers into my squishy slit. I came then”"a small climax, but enough to buckle my knees completely. As I moaned in pleasure, Rollins picked me up and carried me to a knee-high stack of drywall. As he laid me down he grinned and said, “You do want to make sure we get the drywall done on schedule, don’t you?” In response I closed my eyes and squeezed my thighs together, whimpering through the aftermath of my orgasm.
When I opened my eyes I was on my back and Rollins was between my legs, spreading my knees apart, his jeans off and his dick erect. I was surprised to see that his cock curved upward like a banana, as if perfectly designed to reach a woman’s G-spot. I felt a movement behind my head and glanced backward. Mitchell was kneeling behind me, his very large, very black cock dangling over my forehead. I tilted my head back and opened my mouth. As the dark plum-shaped head of Mitchell’s cock slid into my mouth, I felt Rollins shove his banana dick into my pussy, hitting not only my G-spot but half a dozen other pleasure points as well. For endless minutes they fucked my mouth and cunt while I sucked and fucked in return, hungry for all the cock they could give me. Finally I was on the edge of orgasm again, and I reached down to frig my clit with my fingers, pushing myself up and over into an intense toe-curling climax.
As my orgasm subsided, the two men switched places, Rollins moving up to fuck my mouth while Mitchell slid his thick black cock into my dripping pussy.
Having two cocks fucking me at the same time made me feel like a wanton, lust-crazed slut. I climaxed again and again, my body on fire with desire, wanting the two men to fuck me forever, to fuck me into oblivion. As they pounded into me I began to grunt and moan, urging them on, telling them to fuck me deeper, harder, to shove their cocks into me, to come inside me.
Then Mitchell, naked now except for his boots and hardhat, did come in me, his muscular black body glistening with sweat as he held my thighs and shoved his cock deep into my pussy. I could feel his thick shaft spasm over and over, filling my cunt with come. When he was finished he let his softening cock slide out, and I could feel his come leaking out of my cunt, running down over the cheeks of my ass.
Then suddenly there was another cock pushing into me, hard, erect, ready. I tried to lift my head to see who this new cock belonged to, but Rollins had suddenly started to come, filling my mouth with his creamy semen. I swallowed, then relaxed my muscles to let his come spurt into the back of my throat. Finally his spasms subsided and his cock slipped from my mouth. I raised my head and looked down. The man now fucking me was as black as Mitchell, but his hardhat was red, not yellow.
“Oh my God!” I whispered as I looked around. There were a dozen different men standing around the stack of drywall, all with their cocks out, waiting their turn. Some were still wearing boots and tank tops and hardhats, but all were naked below the waist, erect and ready.
Two of the men, one on each side of the stack of drywall, leaned down and began to suck my nipples. Two more men moved close and lifted my hands to their erections. As I wrapped my fingers around the thick shafts, I felt a tap on my head. I tilted my head and looked back. A young burr-cut blond from Garcia’s electrical crew was kneeling over my head, ready to feed me his long skinny dick. Consumed with lust, I closed my eyes and opened my mouth, eagerly sucking the blond man’s cock.
At some point the men flipped me over and had me straddle the cock of a dark-skinned, heavy-set man who was lying on his back. His cock was big, but I was so wet and juicy that I slid down on him easily. An older guy knelt in front of my face and I swallowed his cock, taking him deep in my throat as I fucked the man beneath me. Then I felt hands on my butt cheeks, and suddenly a finger was sliding into my anus. I moaned loudly, but the sound was muffled by the cock in my mouth. Then the finger pulled out of my ass and was replaced by a cock, thick and long, sliding slowly into me.
“Oh . . . my . . . God!” I moaned. “Oh God! Oh God!”
The cock pushed deep into me, so deep I could feel the man’s pubic hair against my butt. The sensation of having my pussy and anus full of cock at the same time was incredible! I could feel the two cocks fucking together, separated only by a thin wall of flesh, each thrust sending shudders of ecstatic pleasure through my body. I came, then came again, and again, my wild cries echoing off the glass walls, each orgasm more intense than the last.
The men in my ass and cunt kept fucking me even as my orgasms subsided, but I still wanted more. I looked up at the men standing around me and opened my mouth wide, extending my tongue, inviting them to fuck my face. A cock came close and I stretched my tongue out, begging to have my mouth filled with flesh again. Instead, the cock jerked and suddenly shot a thick, ropy spiral of come out onto my tongue and cheeks and chin. Another cock, black this time, approached my face, and I turned my come-covered tongue toward it. Again I was treated to copious spurts of creamy semen splattering on my face and into my mouth. As the man finished climaxing, he put his cock in my mouth, letting me suck out the last drops of his jism.
For almost two hours the construction crews fucked me, in my mouth and ass and pussy, coming in all those orifices, and on my face and breasts and tummy and ass. I climaxed over and over, coming so much I nearly passed out. But even as the gang bang ended and the guys slowly made their way back to work, I was still horny, still ready to take any hard and willing cock.
The last guys to leave were Mitchell and Rollins, the men who had started the whole thing. They stood next to my platform of drywall and grinned down at my naked, come-splattered body. I sat up and leaned back on my elbows, my breasts thrust out, my legs spread apart. A large puddle of semen was forming beneath my leaking cunt and ass.
Mitchell reached out and squeezed one nipple, sending a tingle into my cunt. I moaned. “Well, Maggie,” Rollins said. “I think you’ve convinced everyone to meet their deadlines. I believe you’ve covered every trade on the job site.”
I smiled and stretched lazily, then wiped a large blob of jism off my chin. I held my finger up, examining the pearly substance for a moment, then stuck my finger in my mouth and sucked it clean. “I’ve still got the trim carpenters to convince,” I told him. “And the painters. And carpet layers. We may have to do this all over again!”
We did do it all over again. Twice. Rollins and Mitchell had moved on to other projects by then, but managed to make it back for each gang bang. We brought the job in a week early, and I got my bonus. I also got a promotion, putting me in charge of all of the project facilitators. They now all happen to be attractive, sexy young women, who I’ve taken under my wing and trained in proven techniques in the art of construction facilitation. All my girls are ready and willing to do what it takes to get the job done. Whatever it takes.
“C’mon, baby, stop teasing me. I need some cock really bad.” I was standing naked in front of my husband, my legs apart and my shaved pussy just within his reach. Ray was seated on the end of the hotel bed, reaching out to slide his finger back and forth between the lips of my very wet slit. That finger rubbed my clit with each stroke, making my knees buckle, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before I climaxed.
Ray had stripped down to his boxers, and I could see the outline of his cock angling up from his groin. I reached out and took hold of his shoulders, pushing him backward onto the bed. Grabbing the waistband of the boxers, I stripped them off, leaving them tangled around one foot. Kneeling down, I leaned forward and took his cock in my hand, palming it as I licked it wetly from base to head.
“Ummm,” I murmured between licks. “What a nice hard-on you’ve got. Just what I need in my hungry little pussy.” I angled my husband’s cock toward me and took it in my mouth, sliding my lips down until my nose was pressed against his pubic bone. I held him deep in my mouth for several seconds, swirling my tongue around the cockhead, letting my saliva completely coat the shaft. Then I rose from my knees and climbed onto the end of the bed, straddling his waist. I slid my pussy up and down the length of his shaft for a moment, then reached down and held it so I could take his cock inside.
“Ohh yeah!” I said, smiling down at him. “I’ve been needing this nice big cock in my hot little cunt. You’ve got me so horny I can hardly stand it.”
I tucked my knees up beside Ray’s rib cage, settling my pussy down on his cock as I worked my hips back and forth. Ray reached up and caressed my breasts, pinching my sensitive nipples with his thumbs and forefingers. His touch sent a surge of electricity directly to my pussy and I fucked him faster, grinding my pussy down to feel as much of his cock inside me as possible. I felt myself getting closer and closer to orgasm, and suddenly I was right at the edge, a stroke away from reaching my climax.
I was already gritting my teeth and scrunching my eyes shut when Ray stopped me. Grabbing my hips, he held me still, keeping me from slipping over the edge into physical bliss. “Please baby,” I whimpered, trying to wiggle my hips enough to press my clit against his pubic bone. “Let go. I need to come bad.” I looked down at him, my lower lip in a pout. “You got me so hot in the restaurant I was ready to fuck our waiter. Now you won’t even let me come.”
My husband grinned up at me. “You can come in a minute. I promise. You can come as many times as you want to. And knowing you, that will be at least five or six times. But first we’re going to play a little game.”
I raised an eyebrow, and Ray’s grin grew wider.
I had known something like this was coming. Any time my husband booked a room at an expensive downtown hotel and treated me to a gourmet dinner, he had something more planned than a night of simple sexual pleasure. Even though our nights of simple sexual pleasure were usually extremely pleasurable and often far from simple.
For this unfolding sexcapade, Ray had even sprung for a new outfit, which he had insisted I wear to dinner. “Jesus, honey,” I had said holding up the little ivory silk slip dress. “This looks like I should wear it to bed, not out in public.”
However, with Ray’s encouragement I put the dress on, along with tiny thong panties and a matching pair of ankle strap fuck-me pumps. Fortunately my 34C breasts are firm enough that I didn’t need a bra, and my tanned legs look great without stockings. Also, fortunately for my husband, I enjoyed showing off my body and was pleased to indulge him in that way whenever he wanted me to. Maybe it even turned me on a little. Okay, maybe it turned me on a lot.
This particular dress was so sheer it was almost transparent, allowing anyone who cared to look to see my dark pink nipples through the silk. With no bra, those hard nipples poking out like thimbles drew quite a few stares, along with smiles from the men and scowls from the women. Fortunately the maitre d’, the wine steward and the wait staff were all male, and they buzzed around our table like drones catering to the queen bee.
The dress was also short enough to please the leg men in the crowd, hitting me at mid-thigh and showing the cheeks of my ass whenever I crossed my legs or slid in and out of our booth. When we hit the hotel bar for a nightcap after dinner, Ray encouraged me to “accidentally” spread my knees a little wider than necessary, giving several men a quick glimpse of the lace-trimmed thong he had selected to go with the dress.
There was one man in particular who couldn’t seem to take his eyes off me. When I mentioned how attentive he was to my nipple display, and how eagerly he seemed to want to look up my dress, Ray encouraged me to give him a show. So I did.
Never looking directly at him, I slid off my barstool for a moment, then hopped back on, my hem now four inches higher than before. The man, who looked ruggedly handsome and wore an obviously expensive suit, could now easily see the crotch of my tiny panties. I was fairly sure he could even see through the virtually transparent silk and get a peek at my clean-shaven pussy”"a pussy that was growing wetter and rosier by the minute.
As I casually spread my knees apart and turned in the man’s direction, Ray leaned close and whispered in my ear. “Go to the bathroom and take your panties off. Let’s make sure your audience gets a good look at the sweet pussy I’m going to be fucking in a few minutes.”
I grinned and slid off the stool, this time letting my dress ride up all the way over my ass. I also bent down to adjust my ankle strap, making sure the handsome voyeur got an eyeful of my cleavage.
I returned from the restroom with my panties in my purse, only to discover that the object of my teasing was gone.
“Too bad,” Ray said. “He missed the best part.”
“Doesn’t matter,” I replied, leaning close. “I’m already so hot I’m about to have a pussy meltdown. You better take me upstairs and fuck me, or I’ll have to ask that cute bartender if he would be interested.”
Ray quickly whisked me to the elevator and up to our room, and once there he had me naked in seconds. But now that we were fucking, he was refusing to let me reach my climax, until we played whatever game he had in mind.
“Okay,” I said, continuing to wiggle my hips as much as his grip would allow. “What’s the game? Let’s hurry up and play it so I can come. Otherwise I’m going to abandon your dick and give myself a good finger fuck.”
Ray smiled mischievously, then reached under the pillow and pulled out his iPod. I watched quizzically as he unrolled the wires and put one of the earbuds in my ear. He put the other in his ear, then pressed the dial and scrolled through the menu until he found what he wanted. As he turned the screen toward me, I realized he had downloaded an X-rated video.
The first scene started with a close-up of a blonde being fucked by a man with a very large dick. The woman looked familiar, and I remembered that Ray and I had watched the same video a couple of months earlier. It was a compilation of scenes from various other videos, each scene showing a woman with two or three men.
Ray laid the iPod on the pillow next to his shoulder. “Remember this?” he said grinning up at me.
“Yes.” I felt myself blushing. “I remember.” What I remembered was getting so hot watching one woman take on two men that I had ended up fucking and sucking Ray and myself nearly senseless. Although Ray and I had watched porn together several times, that had been the first time I’d actually seen a boy-girl-boy threesome. I’d admitted to Ray afterward that the idea of two men fucking one woman was intensely arousing.
“As if I couldn’t tell,” he’d said, grinning at me.
Now, as the scene on the iPod changed to another threesome, Ray said, “Okay. The game is called “‘Show and Tell.’ I’ll show you a sexy scene from a video, and you have to tell me what’s going on. I can’t see the screen, so you have to be as explicit as possible. I’ve downloaded a bunch of new scenes, so you won’t be bored watching the same video we saw before.”
I grinned down at my husband. “I think I might like this game. Do I get to come anytime I want to?”
“Anytime you want to,” Ray said. “And as many times as you want to.” He picked up the iPod for a moment and turned up the volume, then laid it back on the pillow. The audio through the earbud was a sexy jazz track behind the groans and moans of a woman having sex. This time it was a skinny brunette with long hair, getting fucked from behind by a black man with a huge cock.
I watched the video, amazed at the size of the man’s cock and even more amazed that the woman could so easily take it all in her pussy.
Ray slapped me on one ass cheek. “Hey!” he said. “This is Show and Tell. You have to tell me what’s going on.”
“Oh yeah. Well, there’s a skinny brunette with silicone boobs getting fucked from behind by a black man with a cock about as big as a baseball bat. Now there’s another man standing in front of her. He’s white. She’s got his cock in her mouth. They’re both fucking her. Now the black man has taken out his cock and is slapping her ass with it. Jesus! It’s huge! And it’s all wet and shiny. Now he’s sticking it back in”"all the way to his balls. The white guy looks ready to come. She’s not sucking anymore, just holding her mouth open, waiting for him to . . . oh, he’s coming! It’s squirting all over her tongue and chin and breasts. Oooh, that looks nasty. Now the black guy has pulled out and is squirting come all over her ass.”
“So is it sexy? Watching two men fuck her at the same time?” Ray was watching my expression as I watched the tiny screen.
“It’s sexy all right,” I said, watching the woman wipe come from her cheeks and chin. She was looking up at the white guy, grinning at him as she slowly licked her fingers clean.
“So do you think you’d like to try it sometime? Having two men at once. Would that be hot?”
“It could be pretty hot,” I said. “Depending on the circumstances and the man.” I could feel my pussy getting wetter thinking about it. “What about you?” I asked. “Do you think it would be erotic? Could you handle me getting fucked by another man right in front of you?”
“I could handle it,” Ray said. “Depending on the circumstances. And the man. And as long as I was fucking you too.” He slid one hand down to my ass and cupped my bottom, then slipped his fingers down into the valley between my ass cheeks. One of them grazed the taut rosebud of my asshole, swirling over the sensitive flesh. Then he pushed, probing my asshole with his fingertip.
My initial reaction was to tighten my sphincter, but then I forced myself to relax, letting him slip his finger inside me. As he did so, my level of arousal rose dramatically, and I pressed my pussy down hard over his erection.
“So tell me what’s happening,” Ray said as he played with my ass. “Who’s getting fucked now?”
“Another brunette, but with short hair. Sort of like mine. She’s on a couch with two men. They’re both white. They are playing with her breasts and pussy and she’s holding their cocks.”
“What is she wearing?” Ray slid his other hand down over my back to my ass, squeezing one of my cheeks as his finger slid deeper into me.
“Nothing”"except a couple of tattoos,” I said, “A dragon around her ankle and a butterfly on her boob. And she’s got surprisingly natural-looking titties.”
“Show me,” Ray said, turning his face toward the iPod.
I covered the screen with one hand. “No way,” I said. “You’re showing, I’m telling. You made the rules.”
“So tell already. What’s happening now?”
“She’s on her knees on the floor, sucking one man’s cock while she strokes the other guy. Now she’s switching, sucking off the second guy. Wow! She’s deep-throating him! Now the first guy is on his back on the floor and she’s straddling him, squatting down. Jeez, where do they find all these men with such big cocks? Now she’s sliding her pussy down really slow. She’s fucking him just like I’m fucking you.”
“What’s the other guy doing?” Ray asked.
“He’s standing there watching, playing with his cock. Sort of jacking off. Now he’s kneeling behind her. Between the first man’s legs.”
Ray’s hands caressing my ass cheeks with a finger up my backside felt wonderful, and the combined effects of the hot video and the sensation of that probing finger had me just a heartbeat away from orgasm.
“Oh Jesus,” I said, watching the tiny screen. “He’s putting his finger in her ass. She’s moaning, tilting her ass up. I think she likes it. You can see the first guy’s dick in her pussy. It’s all the way in to his balls. Oh shit! Now the guy behind her has got two fingers in her. He’s going to fuck her in the ass!”
Ray suddenly pulled his finger out of my ass and I whimpered in disappointment. Then I moaned in pleasure as he shoved it back in, even deeper than before. Now it felt like two fingers in my ass, and I rubbed my breasts against his chest, humping my hips as he caressed my bottom and finger-fucked my asshole.
On the screen the brunette was getting double-fucked by two big dicks, one in her pussy and one in her ass. Just the thought of it was an erotic turn-on, but watching it actually happen was ten times more arousing.
Suddenly something drew my attention away from the video, and I stopped moving, trying to sort out the sensations I was experiencing.
Because there was no way Ray could be cupping both cheeks of my ass at the same time and also be fingering my asshole. Especially not when another hand was stroking my back and shoulders!
“Ray! What’s going on?” I pushed up, trying to lift myself off his chest and turn around. His hands moved quickly to my shoulders, holding me still. But there were still hands caressing my bottom and fingering my asshole.
“Easy sweetheart, just relax,” Ray murmured. “This is the rest of my surprise. Something I know you want.”
“Ray! I don’t . . . Oh!” The two fingers in my ass were joined by a third, stretching me wider. “Ohhh fuck! Fuuuck!” I moaned as I felt the fingers go deeper, well past the knuckles. The sensation was one of pure pleasure, heightened by the X-rated scene on the iPod. For the first time in my life I was in bed with two men at the same time!
Ray relaxed his grip for a moment, and I managed to look back over my shoulder. I was not totally surprised to find the good-looking man I had flashed in the bar standing behind me, smiling slyly. I saw that he was still wearing his suit pants, with his dress shirt untucked and unbuttoned. He had a sprinkling of chest hair and very buff pecs and abs.
I could see that the door to the adjoining room was standing open. My attention had been so focused on fucking my husband and playing his game of Show and Tell that I hadn’t heard the man come into our room.
“Sweetheart,” Ray said. “I want you to meet Tony. Tony is the new VP in the Seattle office. He’ll be coming into town every month or so. He’s single and charming and a very nice guy. I think you’ll like him.”
I stared over my shoulder at the man for a moment, then smiled. “I hope so,” I said. “Since he’s already got his fingers in my ass.”
Ray chuckled. “So, Tony, I guess you’ve met my wife Suzanne.”
Tony grinned. “Sort of,” he said. “Hi Suzanne.” He removed his fingers from my ass and continued undressing.
I turned back to my husband. “You sneaky bastard,” I whispered. “You really set me up, didn’t you?”
“Only for something I knew would turn you on. I’m just helping you fulfill one of your fantasies.”
“And one of yours,” I countered.
“Guilty as charged,” Ray said with a grin. “So why don’t we just relax and enjoy it?”
I felt the bed shift as Tony moved up behind me. I spread my legs to give him room.
His groin brushed against my ass cheeks as he leaned forward to run his hands over my back and down my rib cage. I lifted myself off Ray slightly so Tony could reach in and squeeze my breasts. After a moment his hands slid back to my waist, then to my bottom. I felt a cool sensation as he applied some lubricant. Then his cock was at the entrance to my asshole and he was holding my hips, pushing himself into me.
“Ohhh God!” I moaned. “Go slowly. Yes . . . like that! Yes. Oh God yes! Yes!”
Tony had shoved so deeply into me that I could feel his balls against my bottom. With Ray’s dick still in my pussy I felt completely full of cock. Overwhelmingly full of cock.
As Tony began to slide in and out I arched my back and tilted my ass up to give him a better angle. The iPod earbud had come loose but at that moment I didn’t care about the Show and Tell game, or that Ray had set me up, or that a virtual stranger was fucking me in the ass. All I cared about was that he keep doing it, keep satisfying the urgent need surging through my body, setting every nerve ending alight.
Ray had begun to move in and out of me too, and within minutes both men had established a mutual rhythm. They fucked me in tandem, each stroke sending a rush of pleasure flooding through me.
Suddenly Tony gripped my bottom tightly, and I knew he was about to fill my ass with come. I felt Ray tense and push up into me, and I realized he was also ready to climax.
Then it was actually happening! Both men began to ejaculate, moaning and grunting as they squirted warm come into my ass and pussy. Their simultaneous orgasms ignited my own climax, and it swept over me like a rolling breaker, tossing and tumbling me helplessly in a sea of ecstasy. I screamed as my hips bucked uncontrollably, my ass and pussy squeezing tightly over the hard cocks inside me. In that moment my only desire was that they keep fucking me, keep jerking and squirting and filling me with their wonderful come.
Finally my cries of bliss began to fade and I collapsed on Ray’s chest, breathless and sweaty, trembling with tiny aftershocks of pleasure. Tony rolled off me to lie beside us, his own breath coming in deep sighs. Our mutual climax had been one of the most intensely erotic experiences of my life, and although I was totally sated at the moment, I knew it was something I wanted to happen again.
It took several minutes for the three of us to catch our breath, but finally I rolled onto my back between the two men. “Jesus Christ,” I said with a deep sigh. “That was fucking incredible!”
“So can we say you enjoyed your first m nage a trois?” Ray asked.
“Couldn’t you tell? I came so hard I almost passed out. I’m surprised hotel security hasn’t come to check on all the screaming.”
Tony chuckled. “Ray told me you could be pretty loud. I must say he was right.”
I felt myself blush, then reached down and took hold of the two cocks that had just double-fucked me. They were surprisingly erect, and grew more so as I held them in my hands. “Did Ray also tell you that I’m a little insatiable? That once is never enough?”
“He did,” Tony answered. “That’s why we booked this room for another night.”
“And why we each took a couple of little blue pills,” Ray said. “We wanted to make sure we didn’t disappoint you.”
I smiled and squeezed their cocks, which had already risen back to full erection.
“Sugar,” I told him, “with twenty-four more hours and this much cock to play with, there is no way I’m going to be disappointed.”
Both men turned to me at the same time, each fondling a breast. It seemed the cocks in my hands had grown even larger. Somewhere among the twisted sheets and scattered pillows I could hear the very faint sounds still coming from the iPod, the sounds of a woman and two men fucking. A m nage, I had decided, that made a perfect combination.
“Damn!” I hit the steering wheel with my fist, breaking a newly manicured nail. “Damn! Damn! Damn!” I pounded the wheel with both hands. How could a brand new car just suddenly up and die? And do it on a dirt road in the middle of fucking godforsaken nowhere? In a place where I couldn’t even get a fucking cell phone signal! I couldn’t have run out of gas. I was in a 40-fucking-miles-per-gallon Mini Cooper, for chrissake!
I got out of the Mini and looked in all directions. The rutted dirt road curved around a little hill off to the right, but otherwise the land was west Texas flat, broken only by random herds of cattle and the occasional windmill. And gas wells. Lots of gas wells. Which was the reason my best friend Elaine had left Austin to marry a rancher.
I reached in my purse and pulled out the invitation to the bachelorette party which Elaine was throwing for our mutual friend Amber. The little map on the invitation made no more sense now than it had when I first looked at it. It looked like I was going to miss one of the best blowouts of the year. The dozen girls in our group of 30-something friends were known to get pretty raunchy any time we got together, but for a bachelorette party it was girls gone way wild.
I had cowgirled up for the party by wearing the tightest Daisy Duke cutoffs I could squeeze my ass into, with a red bandanna halter top tied beneath my breasts to show off my ample cleavage and my flat tummy. I had even added a tiny diamond horseshoe to my belly button for the occasion. Red cowboy boots completed my outfit, which I knew looked pretty damn hot.
My gag gift for Amber was a prettily wrapped eight-inch pink vibrating dildo. A dildo itself wouldn’t be a gag gift. But this one had a recorded chip that kept repeating “Oh yeah, baby, shove me in! More! More! Deeper! Deeper!” The card that went with the present read, “Cowgirls Love to Ride Stallions,” and opened to a photo of a well-built hottie in nothing but leather chaps and a cowboy hat, sporting a 10-inch erection that made my mouth water and my pussy wet.
Knowing Amber, the talking vibrator would probably be put to use before the party was over. If I ever got to the damn party.
Six months earlier Amber had hosted Elaine’s bachelorette bash, hiring three well-hung male strippers to make sure Elaine had a memorable last night before becoming a rancher’s wife. After lots of giggling and lap dances and gallons of tequila, Elaine and several of the girls got their hands around the dancers’ dicks for some naughty touchy-feely. But the real action happened after the party was over.
I had taken a long pee break to eliminate about a dozen tequila shooters, and when I came out of the bathroom everyone was gone except Amber and two of the strippers. Amber was sitting on the couch wearing nothing but her ankle bracelet, getting kissed and fondled and finger fucked by the two guys, one on either side of her.
After a few minutes of standing in the doorway watching Amber alternate tongue sucks between the two guys, I had my miniskirt up around my waist and my hand down in my panties.
Amber finally rolled to one side and took one of the dancer’s cocks into her mouth. The other guy slid around behind her, lifting her ass to get her in position. Half a minute later he had buried himself in her cunt, causing her to momentarily stop sucking cock and moan “Oh . . . my . . . fucking . . . God!” Considering that the stripper’s cock was about the size of my forearm, I understood her response.
I was just about to get myself off with my fingers when I heard a noise behind me. Startled, I turned around to find the third stripper standing there. Before I could move he put his arms around me, his hand reaching to cover mine, which was still inside my panties. Leaning forward, he pressed his lips close to my ear. “Sexy, isn’t it?” he whispered. “Watching your friend get fucked.” Then he ran his tongue over my ear and I shuddered, half closing my eyes. His hand was squeezing my own, encouraging me to keep fingering my pussy. I complied, playing with myself, watching Amber, feeling the dancer’s hard cock pressing against the cheeks of my ass.
As I brought myself close to the edge of orgasm, I slid my free hand around behind me, reaching for the stripper’s cock. It felt huge, and I caught my breath in anticipation. The dancer leaned forward and whispered in my ear again. “Bend over,” he said. “And spread your legs.”
I leaned forward, reaching out with both hands to brace myself in the doorway, spreading my legs and tilting my ass up eagerly. The dancer pulled my panty crotch aside, and I felt the head of his cock sliding up and down my wet slit. As the smooth head touched my clit my knees momentarily buckled, and I glanced over my shoulder, my eyes pleading. “Please,” I whispered. “Do it. Put it “
Before I could finish he thrust his hips forward, shoving himself into me. By the time he had pulled out and pushed back in again I was coming, moaning so loudly that Amber stopped sucking cock long enough to look my way. She watched for a moment, then smiled and turned her attention back to the cock in front of her face.
Soon after that I came again on Amber’s bed, on my back, naked, with my legs over the shoulders of the hot-bodied big-dicked dancer. I came again about two in the morning, double-fucking the other two dancers who had double-fucked Amber.
And now my naughty friend was having one last fling before taking herself out of circulation. And I was going to miss it!
I reached into the car and tried the ignition key, but got nothing but a discouraging “Rrr, rrr.” I tried my cell phone again and got the same “no signal” message. It looked like my best bet would be to either walk down the road and see what was beyond the curve, or climb the hill and see if my cell phone would work at a higher elevation. Climbing the hill would mean jumping a ditch and climbing through a barbed wire fence, but I decided to try that first.
Jumping the ditch was simple enough, but getting through the chest-high fence wasn’t so easy. The strands were tight and close together, and I couldn’t hold them open enough to get through without snagging myself on the sharp barbs. After several futile attempts I decided to try climbing over. I had climbed two strands and just started to hike one boot over the top wire when a huge black and chrome pickup truck suddenly sped around the curve, roaring up in a cloud of dust, heading straight towards my little canary-yellow Mini Cooper. Both startled and elated, I tried to wave, but lost my footing and fell, snagging the seat of my cutoffs on the barbs. I suddenly found myself half upside down, with a sharp barb poking me in the butt while it held me pinned to the fence. It hurt like hell, and I had to hold on tightly to the fence post to keep from getting scratched even more.
The man driving the truck slammed on the brakes and slid to a stop just a few feet from my new car. He was wearing a sweat-stained cowboy hat and a faded western shirt with the sleeves ripped out. His window was open, and even from my awkward position on the fence I could see he was Marlboro-Man good looking. He stared down at my Mini Cooper as if he was seeing a UFO, and then turned to look at me.
“Well Jesus Christ, don’t just sit there!” I yelled. “Come help me! Can’t you see I’m stuck?”
The man studied me for a moment, his astonishment turning to amusement. Finally he opened the door and slid out. He stepped easily across the ditch, then wrapped one arm around my knees and lifted me enough to unsnag my cutoffs from the wire barb. As he let me down I muttered a lame “Thank you,” scrambling to get upright so I could look at my bottom. The barb had ripped a six-inch L-shaped tear in the seat of my shorts, and left a bright red scratch and a bleeding hole where it had poked my butt. I couldn’t see all of the scratch, which curved down under my ass cheek, but I knew it was deep. “Is it bad?” I asked, twisting around to try to see.
“Might want to put some antiseptic on it.”
I looked up at the cowboy, who was staring at my bottom with obvious delight. An inch or two of my red thong was visible above the low-rise waistband of the cutoffs, and a large triangular patch of scratched bare bottom showed through the flap of the tear. Cowboy glanced up and smiled. The man was not only handsome, but buff as well, and had on a pair of jeans so tight they looked molded to the curve of his butt.
“Yeah, well, I suppose there’s a drugstore just around the corner,” I said sarcastically.
“Sort of,” he replied, ignoring my tone. “I’ve got a first-aid kit in the barn. You can follow me.”
“I would if my car would start,” I said. “It died. God knows why. It’s brand new.” The cowboy looked at my little yellow car. He didn’t say anything, but I could tell what he was thinking. “It’s really more of a city car,” I said defensively.
He glanced at me, not quite able to suppress a grin, then reached out a hand to help me across the ditch. “Let’s get you doctored up,” he said. “Then I’ll take a look at it. I’m pretty good with tractors and lawn mowers and such.”
I grabbed my purse and locked the Mini. “It gets 40 miles to the gallon,” I said. “On the highway.”
Cowboy’s grin grew wider. “You might want to keep it on the highway. These back roads must be rough on a little thing like that. What are you doing out here anyway?” He opened the passenger door of the pickup and I climbed up. I winced in pain as I slid up onto the padded leather seat, then angled my butt to take the pressure off the scratch.
“Well, I’m supposed to be at a party,” I said. “At the Davis ranch. I guess I missed a turn somewhere.”
Cowboy had climbed up and started the truck. He backed up to a cattle guard over the ditch and turned the truck around. As he drove around the curve he said, “Jake Davis’s place is a mile further west. Butts up to mine at the section line. I heard he married a city girl a while back.”
“What’s wrong with city girls?” I asked, bristling. My ass hurt, and I didn’t need any more crap from a redneck cowboy who could make fun of a car just by looking at it.
Cowboy gave me a surprised look. His eyes went to my red boots, then up my bare legs to my tight cutoffs and bare waist. He studied my belly button jewelry, then looked admiringly at my cleavage. I could feel my nipples getting hard, but kept myself from looking down to see how visible they were. When he finally looked up at my face and smiled, I felt like I’d just been undressed.
“Nothing wrong with city girls at all, far as I can tell,” he said, his perfect teeth flashing white in his tanned face. “Unless you count skill at climbing barbed wire fences.”
“My boots slipped,” I said defensively, crossing my arms over my breasts.
Cowboy glanced over at me again, giving me a look that made my pussy wet.
Less than half a mile around the curve we came to a corral and barn. There were three horses in the corral, and another in the barn with his head out a window.
“The house is a half a mile on,” Cowboy said. “But there’s a first-aid kit in the tack room.” As I followed Cowboy into the barn, it was hard not to admire the way his jeans hugged his buns. Or to wonder how well he was hung.
The tack room had a small desk and swivel chair against one wall, alongside an upright metal file cabinet. The rest of the room was filled with saddles, bridles and a variety of leather harnesses. Cowboy opened the metal cabinet and found a first-aid kit. He took out a bottle of antiseptic, along with a roll of gauze and some cotton swabs and tape. He set everything on the desk then turned to look at me. He raised an eyebrow. “You want me to . . .”
“Well, I can’t do it myself,” I said. “You’ll have to do it.”
“You’re gonna have to take off those shorts,” he said. “I can’t . . .”
“I know, I know,” I muttered. “Just keep your hands focused on the scratch.” I saw the slightest smile on Cowboy’s lips just before I turned and unsnapped my cutoffs. I had to wiggle my hips and work at removing the shorts, but finally had them down around my thighs. I bent over and put my hands on my knees, tilting my ass up. Cowboy rolled the swivel chair up behind me and sat down, tilting his Stetson back a few inches.
“You got a name?” he asked, opening the bottle of antiseptic. “I guess I should know who I’m doctoring.”
“I’m Nicole,” I said, biting my lip as he blotted on the stinging cleanser.
“My name is Dale, Nicole. Now hold your ass still.”
The antiseptic stung like a bitch, but I tried to hold as still as possible. I didn’t know what Dale was thinking as he played doctor, swabbing the scratch while he looked at my bare buns and the tiny strings of my skimpy thong. But to me, in spite of the pain, the situation was definitely a turn-on.
Dale finally covered the cut with gauze and tape and backed the chair up. “All done,” he said. “That should do until you can see a doctor.” I started wiggling into the cutoffs again as I looked over my shoulder. “It’s going to leave a scar, isn’t it?”
Dale made a face. “Probably,” he said. “But it shouldn’t be too bad.”
Just as I snapped my pants back together a loud scream filled the air. “Holy shit!” I yelled, automatically moving toward Dale for protection. “What the fuck was that?”
Dale wrapped an arm around my shoulders to steady me. “It’s okay,” he said. “Jesse’s just introducing one of the mares to Sundown. They’ll settle down in a minute.”
I walked to the door of the tack room and looked out. Two stalls down another cowboy was coaxing a bridled stallion up onto the rump of a whinnying mare.
My eyes opened wide as I suddenly saw the stallion’s cock. It was a tube of mottled pink and grey flesh, at least two feet long and as thick as a baseball bat.
The stallion snorted and reared again, his forelegs straddling the mare’s back. The mare lifted her tail up and off to one side and the stallion’s cock slid into her. She let out another whinnying cry and the stallion’s back legs pushed forward, driving his cock deeper.
I suddenly realized that Dale was standing right behind me, so close I could feel his chest against my back. I could also feel the bulge in his jeans pressing against my bottom. As his cock brushed my bandaged scratch I winced. Dale shifted to one side, pressing his cock against my unscratched ass cheek. I stood there without moving, mesmerized by the sight of the stallion fucking the mare, and aroused by the feeling of Dale’s cock against my ass.
Dale leaned down and whispered in my ear. “There’s nothing quite like a stallion mounting a worked-up mare.”
Sundown held himself inside the mare for another minute, then slid off, his cock glistening as it swung beneath his belly. I reached one hand behind me, letting my palm cup the bulge in Dale’s jeans. His hands went around to hold my breasts, squeezing my nipples through my halter top. I had been in virtually this same situation with the stripper at Amber’s, and ended up getting royally fucked. I hoped the same thing was about to happen again.
I tilted my head back onto Dale’s shoulder and turned my face toward his. “Jesus,” I said, my voice like sandpaper. “That was amazing! I’ve never seen anything so . . . so . . .” I was still rubbing Dale’s cock through his jeans, enjoying the feel of his fingers pinching and fondling my nipples. Before I could find the words to describe what I’d seen, he turned me halfway around, leaning down to kiss me as he unsnapped my cutoffs.
He stuck his fingers in my waistband, but I stopped him, pushing him back into the tack room. “Let me,” I said, unzipping the cutoffs and wiggling out of them. This time I slipped them all the way off, easing them carefully over my bandaged bottom. Then I knelt down and unsnapped Dale’s jeans. I pulled them down to his thighs, then reached into his boxers and pulled out his cock. He wasn’t quite as large as the stripper I’d fucked, but he was big enough. I licked my lips and took him in my mouth, pleased to hear him moan in pleasure.
I sucked Dale’s cock for several minutes, then stood up and pushed him down onto the swivel chair. His cock, glistening wetly from my blowjob, stuck up at just the right angle for me to mount him. I hurriedly slipped out of my thong, tossing it aside as I straddled Dale’s lap.
As I positioned my pussy over Dale’s shaft I took off his Stetson and put it on my head. “Honey,” I said with a smile, “I’m gonna ride you like you’ve never been ridden before. Just be careful of my ass.”
Dale grinned and lifted his hands to my waist, then untied the knot of my halter top. As it fell open his hands cupped my breasts, lifting them to his lips. I rested my forearms over his shoulders, then slowly lowered my pussy down on his cock.
My ass stung like crazy every time I pressed against Dale’s thighs, but the pleasure of being filled with cock overcame the pain. I closed my eyes and fucked him like I was riding a pony, moving up and down and back and forth as I straddled his lap.
Suddenly Dale gripped my waist. I stopped fucking him and opened my eyes. He was looking toward the tack room door, a big smile on his face. I glanced over my shoulder, and I was not really surprised to find Jesse watching us, his eyes open wide. I smiled at him and said, “Come on in, cowboy. We might as well make this a threesome.”
Without saying a word, Jesse walked around behind the chair, unzipped his jeans and took out his cock. Dale glanced back over his shoulder and said, “Jesse, this is Nicole. Nicole, meet Jesse.”
I took off the Stetson and tossed it aside, smiling up at Jesse. “Nice to meet you Jesse,” I said, leaning forward to take his cock in my mouth.
It took a moment to get the coordination right, but then I was sucking Jesse and fucking Dale in a nice steady rhythm. The sensation of having a cock in my pussy and one in my mouth, coupled with the pleasure of Dale squeezing my breasts and sucking my nipples, was intensely arousing. Just as I reached the point of climax I felt Dale on the verge of coming too. Then we both slid over the edge into the bliss of an incredible simultaneous orgasm.
With my body jerking and spasming in ecstasy, I could no longer hold Jesse in my mouth. But as I closed my eyes and pulled away I felt warm splatters of his come landing on my cheeks and chin. The sheer salaciousness of having my face coated with come increased the intensity of my climax even more, and I surrendered to the unbridled rapture that swept over me.
Finally our orgasms began to subside, leaving the three of us gasping for breath. Jesse stepped back toward the desk and sat down with a sigh. I used one forefinger to wipe some of the come from my face, then slid the finger into my mouth to lick it off. Exhausted and sweaty, I let my forehead drop to Dale’s shoulder.
“Damn,” Dale said, his dry voice close to cracking. “You are one fuckin’ cowgirl!”
As we sat there relaxing in a post coital afterglow, my cell phone suddenly rang, startling all three of us. I reached for my purse, grabbing it without having to dismount Dale’s lap.
I flipped the phone open. “Hello?” I said. “This is Nicole.”
“Where the fuck are you, girl? You’re missing the party!” Elaine sounded as though she had already downed more than her share of shooters. In the background I could hear butt-grinding music and a dozen women laughing and talking all at once.
“I got lost,” I said. “And my car died. I think I’m about a mile away from your place.”
“Well hurry up and get your ass here! We’ve got strippers coming!”
“I’ll be there as soon as I can,” I said. “But it may take a while. Don’t worry about me, though. You may have strippers, but I’ve got cowboys! And I’m pretty sure they’ll be coming again too!” I tossed the phone aside and wiggled my bottom on Dale’s lap, happily surprised to feel him once again hard and erect inside my pussy, in spite of his recent climax. I glanced at Jesse. Damned if he wasn’t already getting hard again too.
“My goodness,” I said, looking at the two cowboys. “Looks like I’ve got a couple of stallions on my hands.” Both men grinned. Dale cupped my breasts and pinched my nipples, once again sending a tingle straight to my pussy. Jesse slid off the desk, his cock now fully erect.
“You ready for another go ’round, sugar?” Dale asked. “I think Jesse’s ready for a ride.”
I stood up and let the cowboys switch places, then positioned myself over Jesse’s erect dick. As I slid down over the hard shaft I looked at both men. “Boys,” I said with a sexy smile, “Let’s rodeo! Just watch out for my poor little injured ass!”
“Jeez, Kenny! Let me do it!” Taylor jerked the foil package from Ken’s fumbling fingers and ripped it open with her teeth. Leaning forward, she deftly rolled the unwrapped rubber onto his erection. Then she lay back on the couch, skirt up around her waist, panties off, legs spread.
Ken knelt between Taylor’s knees, his jeans on the floor and his black cotton briefs around his ankles. He leaned forward as Taylor grabbed his varsity sweatshirt, pulling him down, lifting her hips eagerly toward his cock.
“Ohhh, fuck!” Ken exclaimed as his dick slid into her tight wet slit. “You are so fuckin’ hot!”
“Hush!” Taylor whispered. “Just fuck me and be quiet. If Mom and Dad catch us they’ll go ballistic.” She raised one foot and rested it on the back of the couch, letting the other slide to the floor. Ken muffled his moans and began to fuck her with deep, steady strokes.
No question, Taylor Patterson was the hottest piece of ass he’d ever hooked up with. Angelic face. Incredible body. She also had the tightest pussy and loosest libido of any college girl he’d ever known. She might look like a sweet little angel, but when it came to doing the nasty the girl was a fucking wildcat. The only problem with Taylor was the rumored reputation of her father, who was a pro wrestler with the WWE, and who was said to have twisted more than one of her boyfriends into pretzels.
“Maybe we should go back out to my car,” Ken whispered. “I don’t like the idea of your dad being just upstairs. And you tend to scream when you come.”
“No. No more fucking in your back seat. Or in my dorm room. Besides, Daddy is a deep sleeper. He won’t hear us. You just keep fucking me till I come. I’ll try to be quiet.”
Taylor pulled her sweater and bra up, revealing her breasts. They were the size of large peaches, perfect handfuls of firm ripe flesh. Ken’s mouth watered just looking at them.
“Don’t just stare at them, you idiot. Suck my nipples.” Taylor pulled Ken’s head down to her chest, sighing in pleasure as he sucked each nipple into a hard little pebble. Kenny might not be the brightest bulb in the lamp, she thought, but he knew how to suck and fuck. She couldn’t keep from moaning as his cock slid in and out of her pussy. No question the boy was well endowed, with at least eight inches of thick, hard cock. More importantly, he could keep it up for hours. She had dated jocks before, guys who were ripped and toned, with six-pack abs that would get any girl’s pussy wet. But in the sack they turned into three-minute wonders, leaving her whimpering in frustration. Kenny, however, was a cross-country track star, and had proven over the course of the past couple of weeks that he had the stamina to fuck her all night. If anybody deserved a night in nookie nirvana, Kenny did. And she was going to make sure he got it.
Ken lifted Taylor’s legs, hooking her ankles over his shoulders so he could shove his cock into her as deep as possible. He had just slammed into her with his first stroke when the overhead light suddenly came on.
“Oh shit!” Taylor said as she pushed Ken up and off. “Shit shit shit!”
“May I ask what the fuck is going on here?” a female voice said.
As he scrambled to get up, Ken got tangled in his underwear and fell awkwardly off the sofa onto the floor. Taylor swung her upraised legs to the floor and sat up, tugging her sweater down over her breasts with one hand while she tried to push her skirt down with the other.
Ken, struggling to sit up, looked across the room to see an obviously angry woman standing in the doorway of the den. She was wearing a frown and a long sheer robe fastened at the waist with a satin sash. He hoped to hell she was alone. He quickly scrambled to find his jeans as the woman walked into the room. He had to assume that the woman was Taylor’s mother, although they did not look much like mother and daughter. This woman had dark, short-cropped hair, while Taylor’s was long and blonde. The woman also seemed much taller than Taylor’s petite five feet three.
As the woman walked into the room the gossamer robe became backlit, allowing Ken to see that she had a voluptuous body, with large breasts and a perfectly rounded ass. When she reached the middle of the room she stopped and put her hands on her hips, glaring first at Taylor, then at Ken. For a moment Ken felt as guilty as he had when he was 11 and his mother caught him jacking off in the closet.
“Taylor!” The woman finally said. “Pick up your panties and go to your room. Now!”
Taylor quickly straightened out her disheveled clothing and picked up her panties and sandals from the floor. As she reached the door she glanced over her shoulder at him. She shook her head and rolled her eyes, and then she was gone, leaving him alone with the woman.
Ken frantically tried to pull up his shorts, but only managed to get them up one leg. Finally, kneeling in front of the couch, he scooped up his jeans and sneakers.
“I’ll just grab these and take off,” he said, glancing furtively past Mrs. Patterson to make sure her husband wasn’t behind her. His condom-clad cock now hung down between his legs like a very large, very limp noodle.
“No,” the woman said, walking toward his kneeling figure. “You won’t go until you’ve answered some questions about your relationship with my stepdaughter.”
Ah, Ken thought. Stepdaughter. That explained a lot. Suddenly the woman bent down towards him and he jerked back, thinking he was going to be slapped. Instead, she grabbed his jeans, leaving him holding only his shoes. He was startled but said nothing when she tossed his jeans to the other side of the room, scattering his cell phone, wallet and car keys across the carpet. He stood up, not quite sure what he should do, but as she made another move toward him he backed up, hitting the edge of the couch. He dropped his shoes and sat down with a plop, trying only half successfully to cover his cock with his shorts.
The woman stood a few feet in front of him and crossed her arms under her breasts. This lifted the breasts up, creating several inches of deep cleavage. It also made her nipples more visible through the sheer material. Her dark pink areolae were as big as silver dollars, centered with erect pink tips the size of large gumdrops.
Ken couldn’t help staring at the woman’s breasts and nipples. When he finally pulled his eyes away to look up at her face, he could almost swear there was a hint of amusement in her eyes. He lowered his gaze to the floor, but on the way down his eyes caught sight of a large dark triangle under the robe, just at the juncture of the woman’s legs. It intrigued him. Every girl he had dated in the past few years, including Taylor, had had shaved pubes. And most of the porn stars and the models he’d seen in men’s magazines were shaved bald, or close to it. The sight of that lush thatch of pubic hair was startling, and arousing.
Ken looked back up at the woman’s face. This time there was no doubt that she was trying to suppress an amused smile. “Listen Mrs. Patterson,” he said. “I really should go . . . “
She moved another step toward him, her expression once again serious. “No,” she said. “Not until we’ve had a little talk.” Ken sighed and leaned back on the couch, his hands cupped to cover his cock.
“Do you know what Taylor’s dad does for a living?” the woman asked.
“She told me he was a wrestler. With the WWE, I think.”
“That’s right. And do you know what happened to Taylor’s last boyfriend?”
“I heard he had an accident. Ended up with a broken leg.”
“Two, in fact. Taylor’s dad has a very protective attitude about his only daughter. Taylor might be nineteen years old, but to her dad she’s still his little girl.”
“Honestly, Mrs. Patterson. We weren’t . . .”
“Weren’t what? Fucking? When I walked in it looked like that was exactly what you were doing. And if you’d been caught by Taylor’s dad instead of me, I have no doubt it would be a very long time before you would be able to fuck my stepdaughter again or any other young woman you might lust after. Do you understand what I’m saying?”
“Absolutely! Believe me, it won’t “
“Happen again?” The woman smiled. “I’m afraid I know my stepdaughter better than you. I just want you to answer some questions for me, then you can go. Taylor’s dad doesn’t need to know anything about this evening. All right?”
“Well, sure. I guess so. What do you want to know?”
The woman walked over to a game table and grabbed a chair, then slid it across the carpet, positioning it a few feet in front of Ken. As she sat down, the bottom of her robe slid off to one side, revealing an expanse of bare thigh almost up to her crotch. Between the bare leg and her quite visible nipples, Ken had a hard time concentrating on the woman’s face. When he did, he realized that she was very nice looking for someone in her mid-40s. She appeared to be wearing just the slightest touch of make-up, and her hair looked sexily tousled, but not unruly. She had a few slight wrinkles around her eyes and mouth that wouldn’t show up on Taylor for another 20 years, but with her full lips and high cheekbones her features were very attractive especially accompanied by those big breasts and her sexy rounded butt.
“First,” the woman said, “Tell me your name.”
“It’s Ken,” he said. “Kenneth. My friends call me Kenny.”
“Okay Kenneth. If you answer my questions, maybe I’ll call you Kenny, too. My name is Susan. I’m Taylor’s stepmother. And I love her as if she were my own daughter.”
“Yes, I “
“How old are you Kenneth?”
“Twenty. I just turned twenty.”
“And how long have you been fucking Taylor?
“What?” Ken looked at the woman in surprise.
“I said, how long have you been fucking my stepdaughter? A month? A week? A few days?”
“I I don’t know for sure. Maybe two weeks.”
“How often in this two weeks have you fucked?”
“Gee, I’m not sure. Maybe six or seven times.”
“Do you always wear a condom?”
“Yes! Absolutely! Taylor’s very “
“Were you wearing a condom tonight?”
“Yes.” Ken glanced down at his lap then back up at Susan. He saw the slight smile return to her face.
“Do you still have it on?”
“Yes.”
“Let me see.”
Ken stared at her again for a moment, then blushed slightly and slowly moved his hands from his lap. His cock was partially covered by his underwear, which he had pulled to the top of one leg.
“Take your underwear off. You look silly that way.” Susan looked at Ken, then back down toward his lap.
Ken hesitated just a moment, then slid his briefs down his leg and off.
Susan leaned forward, looking at Ken’s limp cock, still wearing the now wrinkled condom. He was surprised to find himself turned on by her scrutiny. Despite himself, he could feel his cock stirring.
“That’s better,” Susan said. “Do you have any STDs?”
“No, none. Nothing. I swear.”
“Good,” Susan said again. “That’s important.”
Ken noticed that her robe had come open even more, revealing several more inches of cleavage. Another half inch and her large nipples would be uncovered.
“Mrs. Patterson, I think I should go now. If you “
“Not quite yet, Kenneth. I have just a few more questions. And I want you to call me Susan. When you fuck Taylor, does she always come?”
“Really Mrs. Patterson, that’s . . .”
“Susan. Call me Susan.”
“Yes. Okay. Susan. I don’t think I should . . .”
“I’m only interested in the happiness of my stepdaughter. I’m sure her father would do anything to make sure his daughter was happy too, don’t you think? He becomes violent when his little girl is unhappy.”
Ken couldn’t figure out if Susan was telling him Taylor’s dad might break his leg for fucking his daughter, or might break his leg for not giving her an orgasm. Either way, she seemed to be making a veiled threat that involved some kind of bodily harm.
“So do you?” Susan repeated. “Do you make her come every time you fuck her?”
“Yes. She comes every time. Sometimes two or three times.”
Susan smiled. “Good. I’m glad to hear that. That’s important too.” She was staring at his cock again, and he felt it begin to grow, stretching the thin condom. Suddenly Susan stood up and stepped toward the couch. Standing in front of him, she said, “I want to know if Taylor gets wet when she gets horny.”
“What?” Ken stared up at her in astonishment.
“Does she get wet? Does her pussy get wet?”
“Jeez, Mrs. Patterson . . .”
“Susan. And it’s a simple question. Here, give me your hand.”
Susan reached down, grabbed Ken’s hand and lifted it, guiding it under the robe and up between her legs. “Feel how wet I am? Does Taylor get this wet when she’s aroused?” She pushed his hand upward until his fingers slid between her pussy lips. She was dripping with creamy juices. She held his hand in place for a moment, then let go. His fingers remained in her pussy, sliding along the wet slit. His palm now rested over the large triangle of her pubic hair, which excited him even more.
Susan smiled down at him. “Well, does she?”
“No. Not this wet. No.” He was breathing hard now. She was still smiling, and there was a brightness in her eyes.
“Tell me, Kenneth, do you know the term ‘MILF?’” Susan asked
He looked at her for a long moment, then smiled in his turn. “Yes. It means ‘Mother I’d Love to Fuck.’” With that he pushed two fingers deep into Susan’s pussy, then added a third.
Susan caught her breath. “Do you think I qualify as a MILF?” she asked, a little breathlessly.
“Totally. You more than qualify.” Now he slid a finger out to stroke Susan’s clit. As he caressed the engorged bud her knees buckled ever so slightly. Instead of resisting, she let herself drop to the floor, kneeling between Ken’s legs. Reaching out, she grabbed the end of the condom and slid it off his now growing erection.
“We won’t need this now, will we?” she said. She dropped the condom on the floor and then leaned forward, extending her tongue.
“What about your husband?” Ken asked, suddenly realizing that he might end up with a broken leg quicker for fucking a man’s wife than for fucking his daughter. “What if he wakes up?”
Susan looked up and smiled mischievously. “If my husband wakes up he will find himself in a hotel room in Minneapolis, where he’ll be all weekend. And the weekend after he’ll be in Cincinnati.”
“I see,” Ken said, relaxing as Susan ovaled her mouth and moved toward his cock. Suddenly his cell phone rang, and she stopped, looking up at him.
“That’s probably Jason, my roommate,” Ken said. “We’re supposed to meet later.”
“You want to answer it?” Susan asked. She extended her tongue and ran it in a wet circle around the head of his cock. She looked up to see him shake his head quickly. Once more she smiled, and then took the full length of his cock into her mouth.
Half a dozen times Ken felt sure he was about to come in Susan’s mouth, but each time she backed off, somehow knowing just how far she could go without letting him climax.
After giving him an exquisite deep-throat blowjob, Susan lay back on the couch and opened her robe, revealing her breasts and pussy with its dark triangle of hair. As she raised one foot to the back of the couch and let the other slide to the floor, Ken realized this was exactly the position she had caught him in with Taylor. Grinning at the irony, he slid his cock into her wet open cunt, then leaned forward to play with her breasts and nipples.
Susan’s breasts were almost twice the size of Taylor’s. They were also much softer and sagged a little, but were still in excellent shape for a woman her age. Alternating from left to right and back again, he sucked each of her large nipples in turn, drawing them up into pebble-hard tips.
After 10 minutes of fucking face to face, Susan moved the action off the couch and onto the floor, where she discarded her robe and knelt on her hands and knees while Ken fucked her from behind. As his cock slid deep, she reached back to play with her clit, moaning in pleasure with each thrust of his dick between her legs.
Finally she told him to lie down on his back so she could straddle him. As he lay back on the carpet, Susan swung herself over him and began to squat down, reaching back to balance herself with one hand on his thigh while she used the other to hold his cock erect. As she slowly lowered herself, Ken suddenly realized that his cock was not going into the wet channel of her cunt, but into the much tighter orifice an inch further back.
As the head of his cock rested against the puckered rosebud of her ass, Susan paused a moment, then took a deep breath and pushed down. She closed her eyes and gave a sharp cry as the bulbous head of his cock slipped into her anus.
Ken watched Susan’s face as she bit her lip in concentrated determination. Then her half-lidded eyes met his with a salacious gleam and she pushed again, sliding down until half of his thick cock was buried in her bottom. At this point her eyes closed again and her head fell back.
“Oh, god! Ohhh, fuuuck! Yes!” Fully impaled upon Ken’s dick, Susan began to flex her legs, playing with her clit as she slid her ass up and down on his erection. With each thrust she moaned with the pleasurably intense sensation of having her ass stretched by his thick hard shaft.
Susan’s tight grip on his cock was driving Ken toward his own climax when he was suddenly startled by an angry voice. “Could someone tell me just what the fuck is going on here?”
Ken blanched as he looked past Susan to see Taylor striding into the room, barefoot and wearing a terrycloth bathrobe. Susan turned to look over her shoulder, her ass still impaled on Ken’s cock. She smiled. “What’s going on is I’m fucking the young man you brought home. Or he’s fucking me. I’m not sure which.”
“I can see that,” Taylor said, “And in your ass, no less.”
With Susan’s weight on his pelvis and his dick up her ass, Ken was trapped, unable to move without throwing the woman to the floor. As Taylor walked toward him, he felt his face flush with embarrassment.
Taylor walked around the couple until she was behind Ken’s head, staring down at him. “And what have you got to say for yourself Kenny? Fucking my stepmother in the ass on the floor of our den. A woman more than twice your age!”
“Taylor, listen. I didn’t I mean “
“Shut up Kenny. I’m trying to think of a way for you to pay for this outrageous indiscretion. You should just be damn glad Daddy is in Minneapolis. What do you think, Mom? What should I do to this two-timing dickhead?”
Ken looked from Taylor’s face to Susan’s. The latter was leaning back now, her hands resting on his upper thighs, his entire dick still in her ass. “I don’t know, Taylor,” she said. “You could maybe make him fuck you in the ass. He’s doing a pretty good job with mine.”
Taylor grinned. “I don’t think ‘make him’ would be the operative term. More like ‘let him.’ Anyway, I don’t want to interrupt your fun. I told you he had a lot of stamina, didn’t I?”
“You did, and he does. I’ll bet if we give him one of your dad’s little pills, he could fuck us all weekend.”
Ken’s gaze went from mother to stepdaughter and back again, as he attempted to wrap his head around what was happening. Whatever it was, it didn’t seem to involve physical harm. It did seem, however, to involve two naked, horny women, since Taylor was now discarding her robe.
Dropping the garment to the floor, Taylor now turned around and straddled Ken’s face, her feet on each side of his head. Looking straight up, he could see the smoothly shaved lips of her pussy, which was slowly descending toward his face. As it drew nearer she reached down and used both hands to spread those lips apart. At the same time he felt Susan once again begin her rhythmic posting as she slid up and down on his cock.
As Taylor’s pink wet pussy neared his lips, he looked up and saw her mischievous smile. It finally dawned on him now that he had been royally “punked” by a horny cougar and her sex kitten stepdaughter. He thought about saying something to express the indignation he should be feeling, but the fact was that indignation was not truly uppermost in his thoughts. His brain seemed to be hard-wired to the head of his dick, which was currently eight inches deep in Mrs. Patterson’s ass. Then Taylor’s pussy was in his face, and the only thing he could do was to take a breath and begin to lick.
As wet flesh met wet flesh, Taylor squirmed and squealed. Ken grabbed her bottom and hung on, knowing it wouldn’t take much to make her climax. As he held her ass and ate her pussy, he felt Susan suddenly begin to spasm and jerk. His cock in her ass and her own fingers on her clit were finally bringing her to orgasm.
Taylor, grinding her pussy against his mouth, was also approaching climax, and within seconds Ken joined them, squirting spurt after spurt of thick semen into Susan’s ass as he tried to keep Taylor’s writhing crotch from smothering him.
After rising to a crescendo of ecstatic passion, the squeals and grunts and moans that filled the room began to fade. Susan, whose torso had been frozen in a backward arch, relaxed and fell forward, her large breasts mashed against Ken’s chest. Taylor slid off to one side, finally allowing him to take a deep breath. For several minutes the room was quiet, its stillness broken only by the soft post-orgasmic sighs of the three lovers.
Ken felt his shrinking cock slide slowly out of Susan’s ass, the stretched passage now lubricated with a copious amount of his come. “Jeez,” he muttered, his voice hoarse and breathless. “Jason will never believe this!”
Both women raised their heads to stare at him.
“I mean . . .” he blurted hastily. “I mean, not that he will ever know . . . I wouldn’t . . . I mean, I won’t tell . . .”
The two women looked quickly at each other, then looked back at him, and he was surprised to see that they were smiling.
“Maybe Jason should know,” Susan said, raising herself from Ken’s chest. “Maybe he would even like to join in. What do you think, Taylor?”
Taylor sat up and crawled across the carpet to Ken’s cell phone, which still lay where it had fallen. “I think Jason is hot,” she said, tossing the phone to Ken. “And I think Kenny should give him a call.”
Ken caught the phone and looked in astonishment at the two of them the hard-bodied, insatiable young sex kitten and the voluptuous cougar who fucked like a wildcat. Then he smiled and began to dial.
“Jesus Tony! Don’t squeeze so hard! My tits aren’t fucking Play Doh!”
Jessica pushed Anthony’s hands away, then relented, letting him reach around once more to feel her breasts through her bulky wool sweater. She was standing with her back to him, staring up at the house on the crest of the dunes, a hundred yards back from the beach. The house was a typical clapboard summerhouse, with a widow’s walk above the second floor balcony and a wide railed porch on three sides. It was early October and the house was closed and shuttered, abandoned for the season.
At least Jessica had assumed it was abandoned. Now she was almost certain she had seen a man on the oceanside porch. She studied the house carefully. There was no further movement, but it would be easy for someone to hide in the shadows behind the porch railing, watching her.
The thought of being watched was irritating but somehow wickedly exciting, and Jessica turned toward Anthony, lifting her arms to pull his head down for a kiss. Anthony kissed her hard, sucking her tongue into his mouth. Then he let go and she felt his hands on her shoulders, pushing down, urging her to her knees.
“Wait,” Jessica said. “Not yet. I want you to fuck me.”
Anthony frowned, keeping the pressure on her shoulders. “I haven’t got a rubber, Jess. Besides, I haven’t got time. My parents are here. I’ve got to get back. Just give me a quick lick.”
“Anthony, please. I wore this miniskirt just to make it easy for you. Look,” she said, stepping back and lifting her skirt up. “No panties! I’m literally freezing my ass off out here just so you can fuck me.”
Anthony pulled her close again, looking down into her eyes. “Wear it again tomorrow. I promise I’ll fuck you then.” His hands were heavy on her shoulders, pressing her to her knees. “Come on baby,” he said. “Suck it for me.”
“You’re a prick, you know,” Jessica said, lowering herself to the sand. “You wouldn’t even be here if I wasn’t such a good little cocksucker.”
By the time she was kneeling in front of him, he had tucked the waistband of his sweatpants under his balls, letting his dick swing out and up like a bowsprit.
Jessica looked up at the beach house again. In their secluded alcove, behind the dunes and the hull of a wrecked dinghy, they were well hidden from the beach. But if someone was watching from the porch of the beach house, everything they did would be clearly visible.
Jessica had never had sex in front of an audience, although two years earlier, during her freshman year at college, she had fucked her boyfriend one night in his dorm while his roommate had pretended to be asleep in another bed. It had been totally dark in the room, but the experience had been intensely erotic. Even now it made her pussy tingle to think about it. She reached out and wrapped her hand around Anthony’s cock, then looked back up at the beach house.
There was the faintest movement in the shadows of the porch, and Jessica felt the tingle between her legs expand, spreading through her groin and down the insides of her thighs.
As she turned back to Anthony’s cock, he reached forward, clasping her curls in both hands. “Don’t hold my head!” Jessica snapped, slapping his arms away. “Just let me do it.”
For the next ten minutes Jessica sucked Anthony like a porn star, alternating between taking him deep in her throat, then pulling back to tongue the sensitive underside of his cock head. Each time she felt him nearing a climax she paused, squeezing his cock at the base until he relaxed. Finally she felt Anthony’s muscles tense so tightly she knew she couldn’t hold him back again. Instead of taking him deep in her throat as she normally did, she pulled back and opened her mouth wide, aiming his dick at her extended tongue. His first spurt missed her mouth completely, spiraling out to splatter on her cheek and chin. She caught the next several spurts in her mouth, coating her tongue and lips with creamy ejaculate.
When his spasms finally subsided she stroked his cock, running her thumb along the underside to squeeze out the last drop. As the milky fluid appeared at the end of his dick she leaned forward, sucking his cockhead into her mouth. As she held him between her lips she glanced sideways at the beach house. Now the shape in the shadow was more distinct, and she could see it was a man, sitting in a chair.
She also saw the bright flash of the sun reflecting off metal or glass, and realized the man was looking at them through binoculars. Or perhaps a camera. She let Anthony’s cock slide from her lips and turned toward the beach house. Peeping Tom pervert, she thought, both pissed off and aroused at the idea that someone might actually be taking pictures of her mouth full of cock and her face splattered with come. She twisted her lips in a sarcastic smile, then lifted her middle finger in a ‘fuck you’ salute. The defiant gesture was satisfying, but did nothing to quell the heat in her pussy, or the tingling sensation which seemed to be spreading through her whole body. Maybe she was more of an exhibitionist than she imagined.
“Jesus, Jessica! That was incredible,” Anthony said breathlessly. “It was so . . . so . . .”
“So nasty? Isn’t that what you men like? Nasty girls who let you come on their face?” Jessica used a forefinger to wipe the come from her cheek and chin, then stuck the finger between her lips. As she sucked it clean she looked once more at the summerhouse above the dunes. I hope you enjoyed it too, you pervert. Because that’s the last blowjob Jessica is giving on this beach.
Rising from her knees, she turned her face up, offering her lips for a kiss, something she knew Anthony would refuse. He never, ever kissed her after a blowjob. She smiled as he hurriedly backed away, still tucking his now flaccid cock into his sweats. “That was . . . great! Super, Jessica,” he stammered. He stepped from behind the hull of the dinghy and started down the beach. As he broke into a jog he called over his shoulder, “You were incredible, Jessica! I’ll see you tomorrow. And I’ll bring a rubber!”
“Don’t do me any favors, you prick,” Jessica muttered, brushing the sand off her knees. “Because I won’t be here.”
Jessica had known from the beginning of their relationship that summer that it probably wouldn’t last. Even though she was pretty and had a great body, with firm breasts and a nice ass on top of long runway-model legs, she was still a year-round townie. Anthony was one of the rich summerhouse crowd, a group she would never be a part of. She was now convinced that the only reason he had stayed past the season was because she sucked cock so well. But enough was enough.
Jessica picked up her sandals and started down the beach in the opposite direction from Anthony. A glint of light on glass caught her eye, and she glanced back up at the house above the dunes. She had momentarily forgotten the pervert who had watched her give Anthony his good-bye blowjob. As she gazed at the house she was surprised to see that the man had moved from behind the railing and was now sitting in the open space above the front steps. As she watched, he suddenly turned the chair and rolled several feet across the porch.
“I’ll be damned,” Jessica said softly. “The guy is in a wheelchair!”
Instead of heading back along the shore to her parked Volkswagen, she started walking directly across the dunes toward the beach house and the man in the wheelchair. The man sat still, watching her approach. When she was 50 feet away from the house she discovered a boardwalk that led to the porch. She stepped on the boardwalk and stopped.
She could see that the man was in his 50s or 60s, with almost white hair. He seemed trim and fit for an older man, especially for someone in a wheelchair. He was wearing a dark T-shirt and khaki pants, and topsiders without socks. For someone old enough to be her grandfather, he was not unattractive.
The windows of the house were shuttered, and the porch was littered with several empty clay pots and hanging baskets for potted plants and ferns. A wicker armchair sat in one corner of the porch, and a high-backed potting table stood in the other. Near the railing overlooking the shoreline stood an ornate wooden tripod, mounted with an old-fashioned brass telescope.
Jessica put her hands on her hips. “I saw you watching us,” she said.
“I know you did,” the man said. “My name is Anderson. John Anderson.” He had an amused smile on his face. “I’m glad to meet you. I feel like I’ve gotten to know you already.”
“Are you some kind of voyeur? Do you get off on watching other people fuck?” She tried to sound angry, without much success. Anderson was still smiling.
“I suppose I can be voyeuristic when the opportunity arises. Are you an exhibitionist?”
Jessica hesitated. She had surprised herself by coming up to confront this peeping Tom, and she wasn’t sure how far she wanted the conversation to go. But if things got weird she could always run. There was no way he could catch her in a wheelchair. Besides, they had just shared an extremely intimate experience, even it had been at a hundred yards distance.
Jessica finally returned his smile. “I guess I can be an exhibitionist. When the opportunity arises. Did you enjoy the performance?”
“Very much. Did you?”
Jessica hesitated again, then answered. “Yes. I enjoyed it. It got me hot, thinking that someone might be watching us.”
She was still feeling the tingle that had spread through her pussy, and she knew she was wet with arousal. She looked at Anderson’s lap, wondering if his cock was crippled like his legs. Or maybe it worked, and he had jacked off while he watched her.
She looked up, blushing when she realized he had caught her staring at his crotch. She looked away, then said, “That’s a big telescope. I suppose you could pretty much see everything from here.”
Anderson’s smile broadened into a grin. “Would you like to see for yourself?” He backed the wheelchair away from the tripod, giving her room.
Jessica paused, then walked forward and climbed the steps to the porch. Anderson backed the chair up another few feet, and she stepped over to the telescope, leaning down to look into it. It was still trained on the derelict dinghy, and it was so powerful that Jessica could see the grain of the weathered wood, and tiny shells in the sand.
“Christ!” she said. “You could see the pimples on my ass with this!” She turned and looked at Anderson.
“You don’t have pimples on your ass,” he said. “At least not from what I could see the other day when your friend had your skirt up around your waist. But you do have a nice tattoo of a butterfly.”
Jessica felt herself flush. “So you’ve been watching us every day?”
“Only the last six days. I just arrived on Monday.”
Jessica bent down to look through the telescope again, strangely aroused as she imagined the closeups the man had seen, especially today, when she had taken porno-type come shots on her face and into her mouth. She looked up. “Well, I guess you’ve seen all there is to see. Of me at least.” She moved away from the tripod and turned toward the steps.
“There’s one thing I haven’t seen yet,” the man said.
Jessica paused, looking at him.
“I haven’t seen you have an orgasm.”
Jessica felt herself blush, the hot flush spreading up from her neck to her cheeks. It was true. In all the times she had been with Tony, servicing him with handjobs and blowjobs, he had yet to bring her to climax. Even the two times they had fucked, he had come and gone before she had reached her own orgasm.
“It just seems a little unfair,” Anderson continued. “Much too one-sided.”
Jessica felt her embarrassment turn to anger. She knew it was anger at Tony and his selfish attitude, but she directed it toward the stranger in the wheelchair. “That’s none of your fucking business!” she said, starting down the steps. Halfway down she turned, her eyes flashing. “Besides, I can take care of myself!”
Anderson was smiling, which pissed her off even more. “Maybe someday I’ll get to see that,” he said. “You taking care of yourself.”
Jessica turned away and descended another step, then turned back. “Maybe someday you will,” she said, “But don’t hold your breath.” As she turned back to the steps she suddenly realized she had seen the distinct outline of an erection in the man’s khakis. So the old fart wasn’t totally crippled from the waist down. At the bottom step she turned, her embarrassment and anger and arousal all focused on the stranger in the wheelchair.
“On the other hand, maybe I should show you just how well I can take care of myself.”
“Maybe you should,” Anderson said, his amused smile adding a silent ‘if you dare.’
Caught up in her brazen challenge, Jessica climbed back up to the porch and tossed her sandals on the top step. Then she walked over to the waist-high potting bench and hiked herself up on the edge, swiveling slightly to face Anderson. “Well,” she said, “Do you want to use your spyglass or do you want to see this up close and personal?”
Anderson rolled the chair past the tripod, then swiveled it to face the potting bench, just a few feet away. Jessica had already lifted her miniskirt, revealing her bare pussy. Reaching between her legs, she began to stroke her slit. She was very wet, and her finger slid easily inside.
Anderson stared at her pussy, which was just now at his eye level, three feet away. Jessica leaned back against the potting bench shelf, spreading her legs, holding her pussy lips apart with one hand while stroking herself with the other.
When Anderson cleared his throat and tried to swallow, Jessica smiled, knowing her impromptu erotic performance was having the effect she wanted. Maybe she could even get the insolent peeping Tom to come in his pants. She smiled again when she saw him shift in his wheelchair, adjusting the erection growing at his crotch.
“You can take that out and play with it if you want,” she said. “Just don’t point it at me when it goes off.”
Anderson looked at her eyes for a moment, seeing a glimmer of amusement as she began to gain control. “Thanks for your permission,” he said, unzipping his fly. As he pulled his cock out he was looking at Jessica’s pussy again, and didn’t see her eyes widen in surprise when she saw how large he was.
Jessica watched Anderson stroke himself for a moment, then leaned back and closed her eyes, intent on making herself come as quickly as possible. As she fingered her clit faster and faster, she brought herself to the edge of orgasm over and over, only to slide back. Her throbbing pussy was too sensitive to let go, the sensations too intense to let her slip over into the bliss of orgasm. Desperate, she fucked herself with one finger, then two, and then three, squeezing her clit, willing herself toward a climax that hovered just out of reach.
Suddenly she felt Anderson’s hands pushing her fingers away, spreading her thighs, spreading her pussy open. Before she could react or resist, her clitoris was under his tongue, between his lips, being sucked into a throbbing bud of arousal.
Jessica climaxed, her body slipping into mind-blowing oblivion as she screamed in ecstasy, her legs locked over Anderson’s shoulders, her fingers locked in his snow-white hair, pulling him deeper and deeper into the folds of flesh that had become the center of her existence. Anderson resisted only enough to give himself space to breathe, then let her hold him in desperation until the crescendo had begun to fade.
When her screams of passion had become whimpers of pleasure and her body-wracking spasms were only slight involuntary shudders, Anderson pulled away, rolling his wheelchair back from the potting bench.
Jessica lay silently against the back of the bench for several minutes, her eyes closed, her legs still wide open, her pussy glistening with Anderson’s saliva and the creamier juices of her own arousal. Finally she let her eyelids lift halfway. “Jesus,” she said hoarsely. “That was incredible. I didn’t know orgasms like that were possible.” Anderson smiled but remained silent. Jessica looked down and saw that he still had an erection.
She sighed contentedly, then smiled. “For an old fart, you give pretty good head,” she said.
Anderson returned the smile, taking no offense at being called an ‘old fart.’ “I’m glad you enjoyed it,” he replied. “Maybe someday you can return the favor.”
Jessica rose up on one elbow and looked into Anderson’s eyes. Behind the twinkle of amusement, she could see a definite edge of desire. She glanced at his lap. He was no longer holding his cock, which was still erect, and larger than any dick she had ever seen in the flesh. Curls of dark hair streaked with grey surrounded the thick base of the shaft, which rose up at least eight inches out of the opening of his khakis. The sheer size of the cock was arousing, and Jessica felt the tingling in her pussy switch from sated satisfaction to growing lust. With a smile she slid off the potting bench and stood in front of the wheelchair.
“I might be persuaded to return the favor,” she said, looking from Anderson’s cock to his eyes and back to his cock. “If I can convince you to fuck me first.” She turned toward the bench and spread her long legs, then reached back and pulled her miniskirt up to her waist.
The globes of Jessica’s ass were smooth and perfectly rounded, their symmetry defined by the crevasse that descended into the folds of her labia, which were still wet from the orgasm Anderson had given her. At the top of her ass crack a bright blue butterfly floated, accenting the creamy whiteness of her flesh.
“Well,” she said, glancing over her shoulder. “Are you going to fuck me or not?”
Anderson smiled, then lowered the adjustable arms of his wheelchair. As he rolled the chair between her legs Jessica leaned forward and grabbed the edge of the potting bench with one hand, then reached down to guide Anderson’s large cock into her pussy with the other. By the time he had set the brake on the chair, she had half of his cock in her cunt and was working her ass slowly up and down and back and forth, eager to take it all.
Jessica’s second orgasm, as intense as her first, was even more erotic because she felt Anderson coming at the same time. Even as her own spasms began to subside, she could feel his cock jerking in her cunt, squirting out the last of what seemed like a quart of come. As she lifted herself off his cock, globs of semen ran out of her pussy and down the insides of her legs, coating the her inner thighs with the creamy ejaculate.
“My God,” Jessica said, leaning forward to examine her dripping pussy and sticky, come-coated thighs. “I thought you’d never stop squirting. Do you always come in buckets like that?”
Anderson smiled and sighed. “I don’t know,” he said. “It’s been a while since I’ve been so . . . inspired.” The front of his khakis was coated with come, and his cock, now only half hard but still a good six inches long, glistened with a coating of semen mixed with Jessica’s juices.
Jessica grinned. She pulled her skirt back down over her hips, then walked to the front steps and picked up her sandals. “Maybe you shouldn’t wait so long to have sex,” she said. “Maybe I should stop by occasionally to see that you get . . . inspired.”
Anderson returned her grin. “That would be nice,” he said. “I’ll be here every day for the next two months.”
Jessica walked down to the steps to the boardwalk, then turned toward the porch. “Maybe I will be, too,” she said coyly. “Besides, I still owe you a favor.” She licked her lips in an exaggerated gesture, looking at Anderson’s now flaccid cock as the tip of her tongue made its erotic orbit.
“I’ll be looking forward to that,” Anderson said, watching her walk away.
At the end of the boardwalk Jessica turned. “It’s Jessica,” she called out.
“What?” Anderson called back.
“It’s Jessica. My name is Jessica. If we’re going to be fucking every day, you should at least know my name.”
“Right,” Anderson said softly, smiling as he watched her start off across the dunes, her elegant legs taking yard-long strides in the sand. “Right. I definitely should know your name.”
Becky slid the key in the lock and opened the stockroom door, surprised to find the overhead fluorescents already on. Must be part of the ad agency’s new security policy, she thought, making her way through a maze of shelving toward the back of the room. She found the letterhead paper she was looking for and tucked two reams under her arm. Just as she turned to leave, she heard a soft moan and a male voice whisper, “That’s good, baby. Suck it deep.”
Heart racing, Becky held her breath and cautiously peeked around the corner of a metal shelving unit. As the scene came into view her mouth dropped open in utter astonishment. Not 20 feet away was her all-work-no-play boss, Miss Isobella “Strictly Business” Baxter. The woman was squatting on the stockroom’s cement floor with her eyes closed, balancing on the balls of her high heels, sucking company accountant Perry Edwards’s cock. His very large cock, Becky noted, as she saw the full length of it slide out of Isobella Baxter’s mouth, then slide back in all the way up to his testicles.
For a woman whose professional world was extraordinarily neat and orderly, Isobella was giving Edwards a very sloppy blowjob. As his cock came out of her mouth and she slid her tongue up and down the underside of the shaft, glistening ropes of bubbly saliva hung in suspended arcs from Edwards’s hard flesh to her lips and chin.
After a moment Isobella opened her eyes and seemed to look directly at Becky. Becky ducked quickly back into the shadows behind the storage shelf, her heart racing again. Every fiber of her being told her to leave, to get the hell out of the stockroom, to lock it back up and run like the devil to her cubicle one floor up. But those same fibers were filled with nerve endings set alight by the scene she was witnessing. Despite her fears of being caught, of being embarrassed, of even possibly being fired, she had to have one more peek. Seeing her by-the-rules boss get face-fucked by the ad agency’s number one stud muffin was a sight she couldn’t pass up.
Becky started inching her way back to the corner of the shelf, then realized the metal unit was backless. All she had to do was shove a couple of boxes of fax paper to one side and she would have an opening large enough to peep through. From this vantage point, she could watch Isobella suck dick all day without being caught.
Becky quietly slid the fax paper aside and looked through the opening just in time to see her boss let Edwards’s prick slip out of her mouth. Isobella then stood and backed up a couple of feet, lifting the skirt of her navy blue business suit as she sat down on the edge of a pallet of brochures. Leaning back on her elbows, she pulled the skirt up to her waist, revealing a set of lingerie that made Becky gasp in surprise.
Under the conservative blue serge suit Isobella was wearing a very sexy lavender lace garter belt and matching lace panties. The panty crotch was spread apart, revealing her rosily engorged pussy lips, which extended through the opening a good two inches. Above those puffy and obscenely distended lips, Isobella’s cunt was shaved completely bald.
As Becky watched in amazement, Isobella leaned back and spread her legs wide, then beckoned to Edwards. “Come on, sugar,” she whispered. “Give momma what she wants.” Edwards smiled and stepped between her spread legs, positioning his cock just at the glistening wet entrance of her cunt. But instead of sliding it into her, he simply moved it up and down, barely touching her pussy lips with the smooth cockhead.
Isobella let her head fall back as she moaned in pleasure, then looked at Edwards through lust-glazed eyes. “Come on, sweetie, don’t tease me. I need some cock. I need to get fucked.”
As the erotic scene unfolded on the other side of the storage shelf, Becky discovered that her feelings of surprise and astonishment were quickly turning into feelings of arousal. She knew she should leave, but somehow she couldn’t. And the longer she stayed, the longer she watched, the more turned on she got. In all her 22 years she had never seen anyone actually fucking before, had never even seen a porn film. Now it was happening just a few yards away. And watching it happen was sending a tingling sensation spreading through her own pussy that felt like liquid fire.
It had been months since Becky had broken up with her boyfriend Craig, and even longer since she had enjoyed an orgasm that didn’t involve batteries which was a major reason she had split from Craig. Now, as she watched the erotic exhibition unfolding in the stockroom, she wondered if she could avoid having a completely spontaneous climax.
Becky stared, mesmerized, as Edwards slid his large cock slowly into the slick, wet channel of Isobella’s waiting pussy. By the time he had shoved it in up to the fuzzy curls covering his balls, Becky had her hand under her skirt and inside her panties, with three fingers in her cunt, which now felt as wet as Isobella’s looked.
Becky watched for 20 minutes as Edwards fucked Isobella in half a dozen positions, giving her at least that many orgasms. At one point Isobella took off her tailored jacket and tossed it aside. Once again Becky was surprised, this time to see that her boss was wearing only a bra under the jacket, and that the bra, which matched her garter belt and panties, had silver-dollar-sized openings for her nipples to poke through. For a slut she’s got class, Becky thought, mentally noting that the lingerie probably cost more than she made in a week.
She’s also got a damn good figure, Becky thought, now seeing her boss almost naked. Isobella was 15 years older than Becky, but still had a flat tummy and a firm ass, and a very nice set of tits encased in the open-tipped lace bra. Her breasts were not huge, at most a B-cup, but they looked full and firm, with cone-shaped areolae that poked completely through the openings in the bra. The center of each dark pink areola was crowned with an even darker thimble-sized nipple.
Isobella also had an attractive face, even without makeup, which she never wore. Her hair, which she kept in a tight bun during office hours at least, was ash blonde, a shade which Becky now knew was completely natural.
Isobella was not the most amiable boss Becky had ever worked for, but she was smart and professional, and as her assistant, Becky had learned a lot about the ad business in just a few short months. Watching her now, Becky realized that Isobella had many talents that had nothing to do with the ad business.
She could see that Perry Edwards also had attributes most of her coworkers were probably unaware of, one in particular being the eight or nine inches of cock he was shoving into Isobella’s cunt.
Edwards was in his 40s, handsome, with a body buff from five mornings a week spent at the gym. Becky had quickly learned that he was the office heartthrob, but now she wondered if it was because of his looks, or because of his length. Watching him, Becky realized that the man certainly made her throb in places other than her heart.
Isobella was now wearing nothing but her garter belt, stockings and heels, leaning forward over a pallet of boxes while Edwards shoved his dick into her from behind. The man had incredible staying power, but eventually he gripped Isobella’s hips tightly, thrusting harder and harder as he neared his climax. Just before he ejaculated he gave a grunt and pulled out. In an obviously practiced maneuver, Isobella spun around and knelt down, opening her mouth wide as Edwards came in thick ropey spurts. Most of the come shot straight into her throat, but the final weak spasm squirted out to land on her chin, then slid slowly down to splatter on the tops of her breasts.
The scene was intensely erotic, and as Becky watched, Isobella lifted first one breast and then the other to lick off the errant globs of come. Watching Isobella lick the semen off her breasts, then give Edwards a nasty come-coated smile, sent Becky over the edge. Frigging her clit faster and faster she brought herself to orgasm, coming so hard her knees buckled. Holding tightly to the storage shelf to keep from collapsing, Becky buried her head in her shoulder and bit her tongue to keep her moans of pleasure from being heard.
After several minutes Becky’s orgasm began to subside, finally allowing her to relax her grip on the shelf. Glancing back through the opening, she suddenly realized that she would have to hurry to get out of the stockroom before Isobella and Edwards finished dressing. Moving as quietly as she could, she picked up the reams of stationery she had come for and made her way back through the maze of shelves to the exit. Once outside she locked the door, then hurried up the stairwell to the next floor and the safety of her cubicle.
For the next hour Becky tried to work, but got nothing accomplished. What she had seen, and done, was all she could think about. Watching her boss get fucked by Edwards’s big cock had been more arousing than she could have imagined. The memory still aroused her, and she knew she had a date with her trusty jackrabbit vibrator as soon as she got back to her apartment.
At five minutes to five Becky was putting her desk in order when she got a phone call. The moment she picked up the phone she got a knot in her stomach. The call was from the very last person in the world she wanted to see or talk to, at least that day.
“Becky, please stop by my office before you leave.” Isobella’s voice was, as usual, no-nonsense serious.
Isobella had an enclosed office, not quite in a corner, but getting close. As one of six senior account executives, her dedication to her job and unrelenting businesslike attitude had earned her several fast-track promotions. It had also earned her the nickname “Strictly Business” Baxter, a sobriquet she was apparently aware of and didn’t mind.
She doesn’t mind because it’s not fucking true, Becky thought as she made her way to Isobella’s office. Unless you consider fucking the agency’s chief accountant in the stockroom a business meeting.
Becky tapped on Isobella’s office door, then opened it when her boss said, “Enter.” Even though she could almost swear she hadn’t been seen in the stockroom, her fingers were trembling and her legs felt weak. She sat down quickly when Isobella nodded toward one of the two chairs facing her desk. As she sat staring at her boss, Becky’s mouth felt suddenly dry and her palms moist. She licked her lips, then slid her hands over her thighs, wiping her palms on her skirt. She thought she saw the faint flicker of a smile on Isobella’s face, then the older woman stood up walked to one of the windows that overlooked the city.
“I’ll get right to the point,” Isobella said, her back toward Becky. “I want to discuss what you saw in the stockroom this afternoon.”
Becky’s heart almost stopped for an instant, then felt as if it would beat itself out of her body. Her stomach reacted next, twisting itself into another tight knot. Oh fuck, she thought, fuck fuck fuck. She really wanted this job, had worked hard to get it. Now it looked like it might be going up in smoke. She started to speak, but stopped when Isobella raised a hand.
Isobella turned away from the window and glanced at Becky, then walked to her desk and picked up the phone. She punched an interoffice number and waited, then said, “She’s here.”
Becky stared at her boss for a moment, then looked down at her hands in her lap. As she waited for Isobella to say something else, she began to rationalize what had happened. Hell, she wasn’t the one who’d been caught in flagrante delicto with a fellow employee. She was just an innocent bystander. She wasn’t the one on her knees with a dick in her mouth, the one who had been fucked in every nasty position imaginable.
The door opened behind her and she turned to see Perry Edwards walk in. When he closed the door there was a distinct click, startling Becky as she realized he had locked the door behind him. She glanced up, looking first to Edwards, then to Isobella. There was still the hint of a smile on her boss’s face, a faint crack in her normally rigid business fa ade.
Maybe she’s embarrassed that she got caught, Becky thought. She sat still, waiting for one of the other two to speak, ready to argue her case that she was not the one who was at fault.
Finally Isobella turned toward Becky and sat down on the edge of her desk. The movement lifted her businesslike skirt right to the tops of her stockings. “Perry and I were wondering,” Isobella said, “if you enjoyed watching us as much as you seemed to.”
The question was totally unexpected, and Becky’s mouth dropped open. She had been ready to defend herself, but this question was completely out of the blue. “I . . . I don’t . . . know . . . what you mean,” Becky stammered. “I didn’t . . .”
Edwards walked over to stand slightly behind Isobella, whose skirt had now inched up to reveal a broad expanse of bare flesh above her stocking tops.
“Ah, but we know you did, Becky,” Edwards said. “You see, ever since the pilfering a few months ago, we’ve kept the stockroom locked. You have one of the few keys. We also had security fit the stockroom with several video cameras.”
Oh fuck, Becky thought. I don’t fucking believe this.
Isobella was smiling openly now, “And we have a segment of video you might be particularly interested in.” She reached across her desk for the remote and pointed it toward a monitor installed in the wall. The movement lifted her skirt high enough so that Becky could see her pussy lips peeking out of her lacy panties. Amazingly, they still looked puffy and wet.
Becky turned sideways to look at the monitor. The color drained from her face, only to return in a fiery blush as her image appeared on the screen, peering past the boxes of fax paper, one hand squeezing her breasts through her sweater, the other moving steadily under her skirt.
“Let’s get to the good part,” Isobella said, fast-forwarding until the tape showed her, Becky, buckling at the knees, barely holding herself up as she brought herself to a strong climax.
“That looks like you are enjoying yourself, doesn’t it, Becky? What do you think, Perry?”
Edwards smiled. “Looks like it to me. I think she enjoyed the hell out of it.”
Becky’s blush deepened. “I . . . I’m sorry. I didn’t . . .”
“Hush, Becky,” Isobella said. “What you did is fine. It’s what we expected. What we hoped you would do.”
Becky looked up, wondering what the hell Isobella meant. Suddenly she remembered that it had been an e-mail request from her boss that had sent her to the stockroom for the stationery in the first place.
“You see, Becky,” Isobella continued, reaching back to remove the combs that held her hair in place, “all work and no play makes a job exceedingly tiresome.” She shook her head and thick blonde tresses fell to her shoulders. “And this,” she said, reaching out to slide Edwards’s zipper down, “is what I like to play with.” She lifted the accountant’s cock through his fly and turned to smile at her young assistant. “Isn’t it beautiful, Becky? It’s only half hard and it’s still bigger than most men’s.” Isobella nudged Edwards forward until he was a couple of feet from Becky’s chair. At this distance his cock looked as big as her forearm.
“I also like to play with this,” Isobella said, drawing Becky’s attention away from the massive erection suspended in front of her.
Isobella was now sitting on the front edge of her desk, her skirt up around her waist. She had spread her legs to reveal her pussy, which she was stroking with an extended index finger.
“This can be an intense, competitive business, Becky,” Isobella said. “You have to find ways to relieve the pressure with a bit of pleasure. That’s why Perry and I indulge in a little playtime every so often. We thought since you are single, and seem to currently be unencumbered by a steady boyfriend, you might want to join us.” Isobella continued to finger herself, smiling at Becky. “Perry and I both find you very attractive, Becky. You have a very sexy body and a lovely face. I’m sure if you decide to join us, you’ll find I know a great deal about giving a woman what she wants, what she needs, sexually. With Perry’s stamina and equipment and my special skills, we can guarantee you a great deal more pleasure than you got from just watching us.”
Edwards had moved back to join Isobella on the edge of her desk, facing Becky. Isobella was now stroking her pussy with one hand and the accountant’s cock with the other.
“What do you think, Becky? Would you like to join us in a little playtime? And whatever you decide, you don’t have to worry about your job. That’s secure as long as you keep up the good work. But it might be fun to do more than work, don’t you think?”
Edwards’s cock was now amazingly erect, sticking out of his fly like a miniature baseball bat. Becky had been surprised and pleased that Isobella found her attractive, even sexy, but that feeling just added another curve to the emotional roller coaster she had been riding. Her feelings had swung from embarrassment and fear of losing her job to resentment, indignation, even anger. If ever there was a case for sexual harassment, this was it. On the other hand, it would be her word against theirs. And they did have that damn videotape of her finger-fucking herself.
In spite of all her other emotions, Becky couldn’t deny the arousal she had felt all afternoon, an erotic excitement that was even now spreading from her pussy throughout her body. Watching Isobella finger-fuck herself while she jacked off a giant dick was definitely a turn-on.
As Becky watched Isobella’s shamelessly erotic performance she found it difficult to keep from touching herself, to keep from caressing her own breasts or sliding a hand up under her skirt to repeat what she had done in the stockroom. Almost unconsciously, she lifted one forearm from her lap, sliding it across her breasts to tease her nipples.
Isobella smiled at Becky, then leaned over and took the head of Edwards’s cock in her mouth. She also slid three fingers into her pussy, then pulled them out to rub her juices over her clit.
After sucking Edwards for several minutes, Isobella raised her head and looked at Becky. “So what do you say, Becky?” she asked. “You can join us for a little play time, or you can stand up and walk out of here no recriminations, no pressure, nothing more said about it.”
Becky stared at her boss for a moment, marveling at what a sexy, wanton woman had been hiding under her “strictly business” exterior. Then she looked at Edwards, his large cock still erect and ready. Finally she stood up. Without a word she turned around, facing her chair. Reaching down, she grabbed the hem of her skirt and lifted it, working it up over her hips until it was around her waist. Then she spread her legs and leaned forward, grabbing the arms of the chair.
Becky’s pussy was bare, her soaked panties tucked away in her purse. She was also very wet, so wet that the juices of her arousal ran in glistening rivulets down the insides of her thighs. For a long moment no one moved. Then Isobella stepped around to the back of Becky’s chair and gently lifted the younger woman’s chin, leaning forward for an open-mouth kiss. As their lips met, Becky closed her eyes and moaned softly, overcome with the sensation of Edwards’s large cock sliding deep into her wet, hungry cunt.
I leaned against Scott’s shoulder and tilted my face up, parting my lips for a kiss. Scott gave me one, his own lips soft, his tongue firm, wet, probing. A shuddering tingle went straight to my cunt. I squirmed on his lap, trying to turn toward him, but he held me in place, my back against his chest, my legs on top of his.
Scott and I were both seniors in the university’s School of Fine Arts, but hadn’t met until spring break. We hooked up the first weekend, but were more “friends with benefits” than boyfriend-girlfriend. In the course of the six or seven times we’d had sex, I’d discovered that benefits with Scott were about as good as they get. The man could get me wet just by pinching my nipple, and when he hauled out his pussy pleaser I knew I was in for a hell of a fuck.
Scott seemed to feel the same way about the benefits I provided him. But we were both graduating in two weeks, and heading for opposite coasts. I knew there was no way we should get serious, no matter how much we turned each other on. Which was pretty much what we were doing at the moment.
We were sitting in a club chair in a dimly lit corner of the Delta house, one of a half a dozen couples left over from the fraternity’s annual Tee Party. The Tee Party was one of the wildest blowouts on campus, open to all Deltas and any girl willing to show up in a T-shirt with a slogan on it. Each year the slogans got raunchier, ranging from “Porn Star” or “Bitch in Heat” to much more specific boasts, like the high-cropped shirt worn by a bare-bellied redhead that read “I Swallow Ten Inches.”
I had thought of wearing a shirt that promised “36C And All Me,” a fact I was proud of, but I changed my mind in favor of what I called my “hungry pussy” shirt, a white scoop-necked T with a picture of a kitten licking its lips, and the words “My Pussy Loves Cream” underneath. I’d cut the bottom off so that the shirt stopped a couple of inches below my breasts, revealing my flat abs and new silver belly button stud. It also revealed the bottoms of my titties if I happened to reach high enough.
To make sure Scott was turned on and ready to share benefits, I was also wearing my “schoolgirl” outfit, consisting of a green plaid skirt and white knee socks with penny loafers. The pleated skirt was cut low enough to reveal the strings of my thong in back, and short enough to show plenty of thigh above the tops of my knee socks. In addition, I had my blonde hair done up in ribbon-tied braids.
My pink cotton thong also had a slogan “Fuck Me” embroidered in black on the crotch. It was a request I was pretty sure Scott wouldn’t hesitate to grant. And if the tube steak I felt growing under my bottom was any indication, he was getting close to hauling my cute ass up to his room.
Scott leaned into the back of my neck and tongued the hollow that sloped down to my collarbone, sending a wave of shivers down my spine. I sighed and wiggled my bottom over his erection. His left hand drifted up to caress my breast, squeezing my nipple through the cotton fabric. His right hand was resting just under the hem of my skirt, which had been pushed up almost to my crotch. As he reached for the tiny triangle of my thong, I put my hands over his, stopping him.
“People can see!” I whispered, glancing around the room. In fact, people might have seen us if they’d cared to, but no one was looking our way. A couple of guys nursing longnecks sat on a pool table in the middle of the room, looking somewhat forlorn without dates. Two couples shared a couch across from our chair, but they were both engrossed in making out. I smiled at the T-shirt one of the girls was wearing, which read “I Fuck On First Dates.” From the aggressive way she was sucking face with the man she was with, I figured she probably fucked on every date.
There were a few other couples scattered around the large room, but all of them were making out, and not paying much attention to anything else.
“See?” Scott whispered as I looked around. “No one is watching. Who cares anyway? Let them watch. You know it turns you on.”
I wasn’t sure how Scott knew of my tendencies toward exhibitionism, but he was right. Being watched did turn me on. I relaxed my hands, letting him continue to caress my breasts and fondle my crotch. His left hand was now inside my shirt, massaging my bare breast and tweaking my nipple. His right hand had found the crotch of my thong and his fingers were reading the embroidered slogan as if it were Braille erotica. Both actions were making me very tingly and very wet.
Suddenly Scott grabbed the hem of my T-shirt with both hands and lifted it up over my breasts. I gasped and raised my hands to cover myself. Scott put his hands over mine and leaned down to whisper in my ear, “Move your hands, sugar. Play with your breasts. I want you to squeeze your titties and pinch your nipples. Give the boys a little show.”
I glanced up quickly. The two guys on the pool table had shifted around to turn their attention toward us. Toward me in particular.
“Scott, I can’t do that! Not with them watching!”
“Sure you can,” Scott whispered, nuzzling my neck and flicking his tongue across my ear. “Those guys are freshmen pledges. They’re probably so drunk they won’t remember anything anyway.” He pressed his hands down over mine, encouraging me to caress my breasts. Then he removed them. “Come on, sugar,” he whispered. “Don’t be shy. I can tell it makes you hot. Go with it.”
I looked at the two guys, who were staring at my hands as they covered my breasts. I hesitated just a moment more, then let my palms slide down to reveal my nipples. As they came into view they were rosy pink and very erect. I leaned back against Scott’s chest, my head on his shoulder. Still staring at the two young pledges, I cupped each breast, lifting and squeezing, then let my fingers slide up to run little circles over the dark areola surrounding each hard bud.
The two freshmen seemed to be barely breathing, and I smiled at the intensity of their concentration. With my thumbs and forefingers I pinched both nipples, pulling at them and stretching my breasts as far as I could. The guys stared, their eyes focused only on my breasts, never meeting mine.
As I watched them I felt a sudden sense of power, which only added to my arousal. My titillation literally! of the two men was making me very, very horny. I felt Scott’s hand inside my thong and realized my titty tease was making him horny too. As he slid a finger into me, I turned and whispered half-heartedly, “Maybe we should stop.”
Another finger joined the first and Scott smiled. “Your dripping pussy says you like this,” he murmured. “It says we should keep going.”
I glanced toward the pool table. The electricity generated by Scott’s fingers in my erotic socket was being amped up dramatically by my exposure to the two students. And Scott was right I did like it, and didn’t want to stop. I sighed and surrendered, leaning back to play with my breasts again as I stared through half-lidded eyes at the two guys watching me.
“Lift your ass,” Scott whispered. “And take your panties off.”
I hesitated just a moment, wondering if the erotic high from my exhibitionism was becoming too intense. Exposing my breasts to the two men was exciting, but I wasn’t sure how explicit I could let myself be. Still, I was incredibly aroused, and my date was urging me on. I kicked off my loafers and lifted my hips, reaching for my thong. As I slid it down my thighs, Scott pulled my skirt up around my waist. I got the thong off one leg but it stuck on the other, hanging limply around the ankle of my white knee sock.
“Spread your legs,” Scott whispered. “Show them how hot your pretty pussy is.”
I looked toward the pool table. If I’m going to do this, I thought, I might as well make it good. I opened my thighs for a moment then closed them quickly. The two men glanced up at my face then looked back at my legs. With the teasing technique of a pole dancer, I began to open my legs slowly, an inch at a time. I smiled as the pledges’ eyes opened wider, watching my pussy come into view. “Damn!” one of them muttered. “She is fuckin’ nasty hot!”
The rude compliment made me feel like I’d just had five hundred bucks stuffed into my G-string. Still smiling, I spread my legs even wider. The light in the room was dim, but I knew they could see that my pussy was completely shaved. Probably they could see how swollen my cunt lips were, even how wet with arousal I had become.
I expected Scott’s fingers to slide into my pussy once more, but instead he told me to play with myself. “Masturbate,” he said. “Make yourself come.”
I doubted that I could ever make myself orgasm in front of an audience, no matter how aroused I was. But I dropped one hand to my cunt and slid a finger inside, then pulled it out and made little circles over my clit.
As I played with myself I suddenly realized that the two couples on the couch across from us had stopped making out and were now also staring at me. They seemed a little stunned at what they were seeing, and for a brief moment I wondered if I should stop. But when I looked at the expressions on the men’s faces, the eroticism of what I was doing hit me even more strongly, and I was beyond caring what anyone thought. Exposing myself in such a salacious, wanton way was getting me hotter than I’d ever been. Having an audience was incredibly arousing, and now I had six people watching me. I sighed and closed my eyes, slowly fucking myself with my fingers while Scott squeezed and caressed my breasts.
I had doubted my ability to masturbate to orgasm, but the physical sensation of my fingers in my cunt was greatly enhanced my psychological arousal at performing for an audience, and I now thought it might be impossible to stop myself from climaxing. I rubbed my clit faster, occasionally slipping a finger inside my cunt to keep myself wet. I could feel Scott’s erection, hard against the small of my back, and I wondered if the men watching me also had hard-ons.
I opened my eyes and looked over at the pool table. The two freshmen not only had erections, they had them out, jacking themselves off as I fingered my clit. On the couch, one of the men had his girlfriend on his lap, his hand up her shirt. I couldn’t see his face, but the girl was looking back over her shoulder watching me intently. The other man also had his erection out of his pants and was being frantically jacked off by his girlfriend.
I continued fingering myself, now watching my audience as intently as they were watching me. My sex show was setting off a mini-orgy, and now that I found myself acting as both exhibitionist and voyeur, my level of arousal seemed to double.
As if at some silent signal, the guys on the pool table slid off and started toward me, their cocks in their hands. I kept masturbating, sliding two fingers into my cunt, then three. I wanted to look back at Scott, who was now using both hands to fondle my breasts, but I was mesmerized by the two cocks coming toward me.
Both men were jacking themselves off, both pointing their dicks right at me. For a moment I thought they planned to squirt their semen all over me. Then one of them stepped to the side of the chair and tilted his pelvis forward, positioning his cock just inches from my face.
I glanced up and saw the eager expression on his face, then felt Scott’s hand on the back of my head, gently pushing me toward the cock. Even without Scott’s encouragement I was too hot not to suck the man’s dick. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth, letting the cock slide between my lips.
As I sucked it deep into my throat I felt Scott opening his legs beneath mine. There was a movement between my thighs and suddenly something was nudging the entrance to my pussy. I glanced sideways without abandoning the cock in my mouth. The second pledge was kneeling between my legs, his cock poised just in front of my cunt. I stopped fingering my clit and reached out, taking the shaft in my hand. That cock seemed enormous, larger than Scott’s or anyone else’s I’d ever fucked.
I spread my legs wider and guided the huge dick into me, moaning in ecstasy as it filled me completely. I reached out and grabbed the guy’s hip, pulling him toward me, wanting every inch of cock he could give me. As he began to fuck me I continued moaning, my cries of pleasure barely stifled by the cock in my mouth.
I couldn’t see the couch and didn’t know what the other couples were doing. But from the grunts and high-pitched moans it sounded very much like there were at least two other women in the room getting fucked. Then I felt the cock in my mouth twitch, felt the guy’s pelvis tense up. I pulled back and opened my mouth wide, extending my tongue until it rested just under the head of his saliva-coated cock.
The first two spurts were bull’s-eyes, right into the back of my throat. The next two left thick blobs of come on my tongue, and I pulled back so that the final spurts coated my cheeks and chin.
Watching me get a face full of come was apparently just the erotic trigger that the guy fucking me needed. His thrusts came harder and faster, and as I looked at his face I knew he was just a minute away from orgasm. As I watched him his eyes met mine and he asked huskily, “Should I . . . pull out?”
By now I was also close to orgasm and I desperately wanted to come while that huge pole was still inside me. I smiled up at him, then reached up and pulled my T-shirt down over my breasts, pointing to the slogan: “My Pussy Loves Cream.”
The freshman smiled broadly. Then his eyes rolled back and he shoved into me as deep as he could, holding my hips tight as he began to ejaculate. My own orgasm started seconds after his, and I bucked against him, almost overcome with the ecstasy of the moment. As our mutual orgasms began to fade, I arched my head back, tilting my face upward for Scott’s kiss. For a moment I thought he wouldn’t oblige, since I had just swallowed a load of his frat brother’s spunk, but he didn’t hesitate, sliding his tongue deep into my come-coated mouth.
We were still kissing moments later, when the pledge’s limp but still impressive cock slid slowly out of my jism-filled cunt. I scooted up and turned sideways on Scott’s lap, snuggling my head on his shoulder. His erection was a thick lump under my bottom, and I knew I had another good fuck coming before the night was over.
I heard someone say, “That was fuckin’ fantastic!” but I didn’t know if it was the guy I’d sucked or the one I’d fucked or perhaps someone else in the room. I lifted my head and looked around. The couples were now all heading for the rooms upstairs, or for the parking lot, and the two freshmen who had just done me were high-fiving each other as they made their way out of the room.
I looked up at Scott. I was sated, at least momentarily, and now a little sheepish. “So,” I said, “I guess that cements my reputation as a nasty exhibitionistic come-sucking slut.”
Scott grinned. “Who cares? We graduate in two weeks, and you’ll never see those people again.”
I smiled and snuggled closer, letting my hand slide down to his erection. “What about you?” I asked. “I intended to fuck just you tonight, not half the fraternity. I even wore this outfit to get you horny.”
“You succeeded, sugar,” Scott said. “I’m as horny as I’ve ever been. I’m going to end up with blue balls if I don’t fuck you soon.”
I giggled. “Then we’d better hurry. But let’s go up to your room. I want a little privacy when I screw your brains out.”
“Fair enough,” Scott said, standing up and cradling me in his arms. “But it won’t be totally private. My roommate Brad is there, studying for a make-up test.”
I stuck my lower lip out in a pout, then smiled. “What the fuck,” I said. “I guess we can let him watch.”
Scott carried me up the stairs and down the hall to his room. At the door I reached down to turn the knob, and Scott carried me across the threshold like a bride. Brad was at his desk in a corner, working at his computer. He looked up, his eyes wide as Scott carried me toward his bed.
“Wait, I’ve got a plan,” I said, giggling as Scott tossed me on the bed.
“Okay slut, what’s your plan?” He stripped off his shirt and began unsnapping his jeans.
“Well, first,” I said, as I pulled my T-shirt up and off, “you can fuck me while Brad watches.”
Brad’s eyebrows went up and he swiveled his chair toward the bed.
“Then,” I continued, undoing my skirt and slipping out of it, “Brad can fuck me while you watch.”
Brad’s eyebrows rose a couple more notches and he looked at Scott. Scott grinned at him then looked back at me. I was naked now except for my white cotton knee socks, with my “Fuck Me” thong still caught around one ankle.
“Then after that,” I said with a sexy smile, “you can both fuck me at the same time!” I raised my legs and spread them apart in a V, showing Brad my shaved pussy. I could still feel come leaking out and dripping down the crack of my ass.
“I’m down with that,” Brad said, stripping out of his sweatshirt while Scott moved toward the bed. I wiggled my leg, waving my thong like a flag, then stuck a finger in my gooey cunt.
“So,” Scott said “We can fuck you in your mouth and pussy at the same time?”
“You can fuck me anywhere and any way you want to,” I answered.
Brad slid his pants off to reveal a sizeable erection. The tingle in my pussy spread like liquid heat as I watched the two cocks coming toward me.
“You mean we can even fuck you in your pussy and your ass?” Scott inquired, no doubt wondering if I really intended to let him fuck me in the one place I had so far refused him.
I grinned and turned over onto my knees and elbows. I arched my back, tilting my bottom up invitingly. “I mean,” I repeated, looking over my shoulder at the two men, “you can both fuck me anywhere and any way you want to!”
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