It is the morning after. And although I am now in my office, I continue to do as you bid. I would never defy you. My reward for obedience is too great.
Despite its softness, the lace of my finely ribbed basque, the deceptively delicate corset you instruct me to wear while in the office, rubs my nipples until they burn, which is as you intended. The chocolate brown silk of my blouse hides the exquisitely constricting garment that cinches my waist and spills my breasts daringly over the top. The scalloped edges of the garment stop just at the crest of my nipples, torturing me throughout the day, as agreed. The modesty of the blouse saves me from discovery. Only I am aware of the delicious sting. Acutely so, as each inhalation causes my aching nipples—still tender from the clamps—to throb.
Throughout the day my body remembers your touch: warm, masterful hands connecting icy clamps to my pink nipples, you pulling the chain through them, then the tugging and the insistence.
“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.
I lie stock still so as not to wake up my sleeping beauty. I stare tenderly at my live-in girlfriend of over three years, Lana, who is every man’s dream. She has it all—a set of natural full tits, a firm ass, a big heart and a tight warm pussy that my dick fits snugly inside. But unfortunately our sex life is a sluggish lame-ass act.
I know I’m a bastard for thinking of straying. However, I can’t deny there is something missing. I need a crazy sex feline that will ride my cock until I come inside of her. My girl refuses to accept a shot of my load inside her mouth or love hole. Instead she makes me double-bag my meat, along with pulling out when I desire to shower her insides with my oozing hot juice.
Lana plays it safe in life. Even though she’s only 25, she invests in her 401(k) as though retirement is knocking on her door; she never misses her six-month dental cleaning; and she pays all her bills always on time. Sex to her is meant to be the sacred union of two souls, meaning absolutely no nipple biting, no sucking on her pussy or receiving blowjobs (“a mouth should not go anywhere near where you pee from”) and no dirty talk, only vows of love.
But sometimes a man just needs to shout to his woman, “Suck my dick!”
As I watch Lana shift onto her side in blissful slumber, I wrestle with the evil temptation of two-timing her. My cock wins the battle and elevates my tired ass out of bed. I tiptoe out of the room as though I’m once again an ungrateful shit-faced teenager sneaking back into my parents’ house.
“Wait,” Tracy whispered, grabbing Sloan’s hand just as it slipped in her panties. “Not here. Not now.” She tried to keep him from touching her pussy, but it was too late. His index finger slid down over the sensitive bud of her clit and curled into wet flesh.
Sloan chuckled. “Why, Tracy Sanders, you little blonde Barbie Doll slut! Your big blue eyes look so innocent, but your pussy is dripping like melted butter. Watching porn must have turned you on.”
They were sitting in a club chair in the entertainment room of the Tri-X fraternity house, where half a dozen other couples were making out, occupying similar chairs or sharing space on a pair of leather couches. The furniture was arranged around a large carpet-covered table, six feet in diameter and a couple of feet high.
Tracy was cuddling next to Sloan, her cheek on his shoulder. He had one hand under her T-shirt, which was imprinted with the message “yes, they’re real and they’re spectacular!” His other hand was inside her panties, exploring her wet pussy.
“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.
“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.
Sophie was the one who had suggested Les Delices. She had never been there before, but it was supposed to be one of the top French restaurants in New York, especially renowned for its seafood and its dreamy celebrity chef Andr . Plus, Bella had worked as a waitress there when she first got to New York, so Sophie thought of it as friendly territory.
When she walked through the revolving door, it was like entering another time and place. Inside, everything was plush and wonderful. She could have stood and stared at the vast, sculptural flower arrangement alone for hours on end, especially since she was already a little toasted from the Shrunken Head.
Sophie couldn’t resist reaching out and tracing a finger along the edge of one of the huge, magenta orchids, just to see if it was real. It was. Through the flowers, she spotted Avishai sitting in one of the banquettes in the lounge, leaning back into the satin cushions and twirling a brandy snifter between his fingers.
He looked spectacular in his finely tailored suit, and Sophie saw a woman at the bar eye him longingly over her date’s shoulder. Sophie’s heart started beating faster and she felt pinpricks of sweat break out on her palms. She did not know why Avishai had such an effect on her. She had never felt this way when she was going to meet Josh.
She stood apart from him for some time, prolonging the moment before she approached. All around her, she enjoyed the little chimes of silver and crystal, the murmured French phrases, and all the other delicate sounds of the grand old restaurant. Later on she would remember how she had waited before approaching the table. It was as if she knew that her innocence was about to end.
He stood up when she came to him. Sophie avoided his eyes, because she was worried that if she looked directly into them she might trip while the waiter pushed in the chair for her. Only once she was settled did she look up. His dark, almond-shaped eyes bore into her.
“So glad you decided to join me,” he said.
Suddenly the posh lounge felt small and cramped. Again she had that sensation that she was some kind of scared little deer trapped in a cage with a lion. She laughed nervously and looked down at her napkin. Avishai spoke some French and someone brought Sophie a martini on a silver tray. The cocktail had a huge ball of ice with a rose frozen inside it. Sophie reached out and touched the ice ball, setting it spinning inside the cocktail.
“Sophie,” Avishai said. “Look at me.”
She picked up the cocktail and took a sip first. It tasted just like roses. She lifted her eyes to his. “I find it hard to look in your eyes,” she blurted out. She was surprised to find that her voice was trembling.
He smiled. “Why is that, Sophie?”
“And the way you keep saying my name,” she said, looking away from him again. She felt suddenly angry. “Everything you do, it’s just so. . .” She shook her head. “So suggestive.” She was going to say no to this man. She was going to stand up for herself and set some boundaries. “You’re my boss, Avishai. It’s not right.”
“So that’s why you came out here to have a cocktail with me,” he said, his voice amused. “So you could tell me no?”
She nodded, still staring at her lap. “That’s right, Avishai. I came to tell you no.”
But as she said the word “no,” she felt a terrible wave of disappointment spread through her. It was almost enough to bring tears to her eyes, and she didn’t know why. She didn’t know why she had come she didn’t know why she was saying no she didn’t know what she was doing at all. She felt like a little kid, and in that moment she wished desperately that Bella had answered her cell phone.
“Let me give you a piece of advice, Sophie. As one mathematician to another. Never give an answer until you understand the proposition.”
A waitress appeared with a tiered tray of appetizers. “With our compliments, Monsieur Cohen,” she said with a lilting accent.
Sophie looked up at her. The woman looked like she had stepped out of a French erotic film. She gestured to the tray. “On the lower tier we have Jonah crabmeat canap s with avocado and micro cilantro, and freshwater eel in aspic with sweet pea here we have a crudo of hamachi with watermelon, and asparagus flans and on the top, parmesan tuile with chive mousse and a mushroom quiche. Et ca fait enormement plaisir de vous revoir, Monsieur.” Sophie saw a knowing look pass between her and Avishai.
“Merci bien, Cecile,” he said.
The waitress withdrew, leaving them to their food. Sophie wondered how many women Avishai had slept with.
“Try the eel,” he said. “It’s delicious.”
Sophie brought the silver spoon to her lips. The jelly around the eel dissolved on her tongue, sending pleasure thrumming throughout her. Sophie hadn’t ever been to a restaurant this good, but it was hard to focus on the food because her whole body was responding so strongly to the physical presence of Avishai. She dared to look in his eyes again.
He was studying her. “As I said earlier, Regina Chase is not my type. But you’re my type, Sophie. Our little waitress over there was my type, a few years ago.” He gestured with the brandy snifter to Cecile, who was standing by the orchids, gazing at Avishai with a piquant expression. “Because I have a specialty, Sophie, and it’s not making money.”
He set down the cognac and leaned in towards her. “I deflower virtual virgins.”
Sophie gasped. “What did you say?”
“Virtual virgins. It’s a term I’ve coined for women who have never had an orgasm.” He shrugged. “It’s my specialty.”
Sophie squirmed under his unblinking gaze. She couldn’t believe they were having this conversation. “What makes you think I’ve never had a. . .I mean, I’ve had lots of. . .”
“When was the last time you came, Sophie?” His voice was quiet and almost clinical, but his eyes were laughing.
She could feel herself blushing furiously. “I don’t know. I mean. . .it’s none of your business.”
“Exactly,” he said. “Do you know what they say about getting off, Sophie? They say that if you’re not sure if you came or not, you didn’t.” He swirled the cognac and sniffed it. “Believe you me, you’ll fucking know it when it happens, baby.”
“I have had orgasms,” Sophie whispered fiercely. “And don’t call me baby.”
She twisted the thick napkin between her fingers. How dare he suggest she hadn’t come? She had been having sex for years. There had been that one time with Josh in the back of the car when they had sex for three hours straight. There had definitely been an orgasm, somewhere in there. To her surprise, Avishai rose from the table. She looked up at him. She had forgotten how tall he was.
“I’m going home now,” he said. “You’re welcome to come over to my apartment right now and be deflowered. But I think maybe you should have another round here, get yourself warmed up, imagine all the things I’m going to do to you.” He slid a thick, cream-colored business card across the table to her.
Avishai Cohen, Ph.D.
210 East 59th Street, Apt 2
She sat as if paralyzed as he bent over and grazed her left cheek with his lips. He moved his face to her hair and inhaled. She could feel the warmth of his face against her ear and neck, almost touching her but not quite. He whispered in her ear, “I can always tell a virtual virgin when I meet her. There’s a fragrance they give off.” He stood back up and tossed off the rest of the cognac, then smelled the empty glass.
Cecile rushed to his elbow. “Mais vous allez d j ?” she asked him, looking disappointed.
Sophie’s French was bad. She had taken a few years, but all she could remember was Je m’apelle Sophie. J’ai quatorze ans.
Avishai touched Cecile lightly on the forearm, “Oui, mais Mademoiselle va rester un peu.”
“Bien sur,” Cecile said. She turned her doe eyes on Sophie and smiled graciously. “Please stay with us as long as you like, Mademoiselle. May I bring you another cocktail? If I may suggest, perhaps, what is in the jar?” She gestured behind her to an illuminated tank on the front bar filled with figs and vodka.
God, how many cocktails had Sophie had already? She should have saved the straws.
Avishai said, “Yes, why don’t you bring her that, Cecile, and while she enjoys it, why don’t you tell her a little about how you and I know each other.” He withdrew a silver billfold from his suit and slid two hundreds on the table. “Tell her what a catch I am. Mademoiselle Steele is the kind of girl that checks references.”
Cecile giggled. “Bien sur, Monsieur.”
“I’ll see you later this evening, Sophie,” he told her. “Just come by. It doesn’t matter how late.”
She sat there in shock and watched as Avishai kissed the waitress on both cheeks, then left the restaurant.”
“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!” ”
Graham and Chelsea often went for walks together. They had been married for eight or nine years, and now they found that going out for walks on the weekend was the only way they could really become sexually stimulated. They would screw each other outdoors wherever they went. Chelsea had been the instigator of it all Graham was quite happy to sit in front of the TV and watch other people do it instead.
On this particular day they had decided on a walk and a shag in the local woods, something they done many times before. They parked their car in the woodland picnic area and put on their walking boots. They walked for what must have been a mile into the adjacent woods, following the red signs that marked the longest trail. In their experience not many people chose the red path these days they were part of an unfit generation.
“Here,” Chelsea said excitedly, as they reached a likely spot. “It’s nice and soft in those ferns at the edge of the path.”
The weather had warmed up and the ground had lost its dew. They moved to the side of the path. Chelsea pushed Graham onto the ground. He fell with a slightly uncomfortable bump into a patch of long grass, crushing what appeared to be the last of the flowering bluebells.
“Lift it up,” he said, indicating Chelsea’s long, wavy skirt. She always wore such skirts so she could pull them up quickly, or spread them out to cover them when she got on top. Graham looked up at her, appreciating her beauty. Her face looked fresh, straight from a skin care advertisement. Her cheeks were ruddy, and her eyes and smile shone with absolute happiness. Chelsea didn’t have huge breasts at all, but the top she wore on this particular day made it look as though she had. It was of generally loose design, but tight across her abdomen and chest, pushing her breasts upwards. It reminded him of the kind of thing serving wenches wore in period dramas on the TV. When she wore it, all he wanted to do was squeeze her tits, pop them out of the top and give them a good licking.
Chelsea lifted her skirt high, raising it so that it covered her face. Graham gazed in awe at what he was presented with. She wore his favorite panties, and some black knee-length socks to match. The sight made his cock strain to get free. The black panties were high-waisted, and the words “Glamour Girl” were spelled out on them in glittery letters just over her moist little snatch. They hugged the curves of her prominent hips and were just tight enough around her pussy to outline her luscious-looking labia.
“Move closer,” said Graham. “Walk forward with your legs apart.”
She moved closer, staggering in the long grass with her legs open. “What are you doing?” she giggled, unable to see with her skirt still over her face. Graham sat up straight and slid his hands up the back of her legs, cupping the lovely fleshy mounds of her ass cheeks. He shook them gently, savoring their fantastic softness. He gripped a cheek in each hand and pulled her quickly toward his face. She let go of her skirt in surprise, and it fell over his head. Underneath the skirt Graham went to work. He rubbed his nose and mouth around the front of her panties and took in a deep breath.
“You smell fantastic,” he said in a muffled voice.
“You feel fantastic,” she replied. He stroked the back of her legs, tickling her behind the knee, and slid his hands back to her ass. Then he hooked his fingers around the sides of her panties and gently pulled at them as he went on licking at her pussy through the cloth. The panties were soaked, and his tongue was aching. Finally he pulled the crotch of the panties to one side, allowing him direct access to her juicy pussy. Chelsea gave a sharp gasp as Graham slid his tongue between her pussy lips and moved it up, discovering her clitoris. He flicked it very gently with his tongue, salivating as he did it and making her even wetter. Chelsea clamped her soft thighs around his head and squeezed.
Graham moved his whole head up and down now, licking her a little faster than before. His face rubbed roughly against her clit, giving her sensations he could only imagine. First his nose and then his bearded chin kept flicking into her pussy, making her shudder and moan, and all the time he was lapping at her like a dog at a water bowl.
Finally Chelsea moved away from him, her legs still trembling. Her skirt slid off his head, revealing his very wet face. “Oh, that’s so sweet,” he panted. “Come and get my cock out, baby.”
“I want to sit on it, baby,” she replied. “I need to come.” Graham fell onto his back and signaled for her to approach. She squatted over him and tussled with his zipper for a moment before finally releasing his cock. It sprang out like a dog with the scent of fox in its nose, twitching impatiently. Chelsea lowered herself onto it under the cover of her long skirt. Her panties were still pulled to one side, and Graham could feel the bunched-up material against his cock as she guided him inside her. She was soaking wet and very warm.
“Oh yeah! That’s good,” exclaimed Graham with a huge smile. “Make me come, baby.” Chelsea slid right down on his cock and just sat there for a little while, twitching her cunt muscles while feeling him inside her. She leaned forward and lay on top of him, forcing his cock to press hard against her clit. She put her arms around his back and tensed all the muscles in the lower half of her body, so that she was virtually rigid. With a moan, Graham gripped her ass cheeks and thrust himself up into her, piercing her deeply again and again with rapid movements, despite being partially restricted. Chelsea’s hands clawed at the long grass and weeds beneath him as she approached her orgasm. When she came she gripped him so hard that she almost lifted him from the ground.
“Jesus!” said Graham, out of breath. “You needed that!”
Chelsea gave a long sigh of contentment, and then giggled.
Graham suddenly looked startled. “Hey, I think there’s someone coming this way!” he told her.
Chelsea sat up quickly, with Graham still stiff inside her. Sure enough, there was a figure approaching through the trees a little further back along the trail they had been following.
“Don’t jump up now, they’ll suspect something,” Graham said.
“So what if they do?” replied Chelsea nonchalantly.
“Well you might not care, but I do! It would be very embarrassing, and you don’t know who it might be.”
“It better be the bloody Queen, interrupting us like this,” Chelsea said, and they both laughed, continuing to watch the figure as it drew closer to them.
Chelsea was still sitting on top of Graham, his hard cock twitching inside her. The two of them grinned at each other with every twitch. Chelsea picked one of the nearby bluebells and played with it, turning again to look at the approaching figure. It was hard to see the stranger’s face, as he or she was wearing a wide-brimmed hat, a little like Zorro’s”"at least that was the first thing that jumped into Graham’s mind. The figure was also wearing walking boots, jeans and a white jumper, in addition to the Zorro hat.
“Morning!” said a female voice as the figure approached them. “It’s a beautiful day, isn’t it?” She stopped on the path, and Graham began to panic. His dick went limp, almost falling out of Chelsea.
“Yeah, it’s great!” he replied nervously. All too aware that they could now be seen clearly, he went on talking. “We’re absolutely knackered,” he got out. “I don’t know why we come on these long walks.”
The female stranger came a little closer and eyed them both”"Graham lying on the ground, and Chelsea sitting on top of him with her skirt spread all over like a picnic blanket.
“You don’t know why? That’s odd. I do,” the stranger laughed. She raised her head, liberating her face from the shade of her hat like Clint Eastwood in one of his spaghetti westerns. She was quite beautiful, in a Streisandesque kind of way. Her large nose was offset by a pair of beautiful blue eyes and a wide, inviting mouth. She grinned at them both as she continued to take in their interesting position. “If I asked you both to get up, would you do it?” she asked teasingly.
Graham smiled nervously, without answering. “Well,” he said, “don’t let us keep you from your walk. We’ll just rest up a little more, I think.”
“Well, I’m sorry to have disturbed you,” said the stranger, seeming slightly offended now.
“No, I’m sorry,” Chelsea piped up, shooting Graham an evil glance. “My husband didn’t mean to sound so rude, I’m sure.”
“I really don’t want to . . .” the stranger began, but Chelsea interrupted her.
“We’ve never seen you here before,” she said in a friendly voice. “And we come here quite a lot.” Graham rolled his eyes and lowered his head onto the grass.
“Well, I come almost every morning, and I’ve seen you two many times,” said the stranger, winking at Graham. “In fact, I’ve often thought about joining you, to be honest. What do you think?”
“I . . . um . . . what?” stuttered Graham. Looking bemusedly at Chelsea, he noticed a little glimmer in her eye. She grinned at him, then looked at the stranger in a way she usually reserved for him alone. He could hardly believe his eyes.
As his startled gaze moved between the stranger and his wife, he felt himself twitch back to attention inside Chelsea. She looked at him in a knowing way, and squirmed a little.
“Are we actually doing this?” she asked him.
Without allowing himself to think, he replied, “Yeah, I guess we are.”
They looked deeply into each other’s eyes as they began to screw again, Chelsea rocking and rubbing herself against Graham’s groin.
“Oh, I see that I really have interrupted something,” the stranger laughed. “Should I go?” But she didn’t. Instead she took off her hat, allowing her hair to fall free like a cascade of shining golden water. Graham grunted as he gazed at her while thrusting hard into his wife. Chelsea’s pussy was soaking wet, so much so that it made audible squelching sounds as she moved up and down. As the stranger came closer, he reached out his hand to stroke her leg.
Standing over them, the stranger unbuttoned her tight jeans. She then kicked off her walking boots and slid her jeans down easily past her knees, stepping out of them with only a little hassle. She smiled at Chelsea, who was now staring in awe at this magnificent specimen of a woman standing partially naked in front of her. She stopped rocking on Graham’s cock and, as her husband had, reached out to touch their new friend. The stranger stepped back a little. “Just wait a moment,” she said teasingly.
“Oh man, this is too good!” Graham panted. The stranger lifted the loose woolen jumper that came down to just below her ass, revealing a shiny golden thong. She turned around and bent over a little, glancing over her shoulder at her new audience.
Graham began to move inside Chelsea again. It was as though he had his very own private strip show while he screwed his wife. The stranger turned around again and pulled the jumper off, uncovering a fantastic body with large, beautiful tits. She was naked now except for a pair of black knee-high socks, like Chelsea’s. Graham’s cock hardened even more, straining inside his wife’s wet pussy like a jimmy bar trying to force a door frame.
The stranger now moved closer again and stood with spread legs, inviting him, more with her body language than with words, to run his hands up her legs and feel in between them. He did just that, feeling the wetness of her pussy on his fingers. The stranger then bent forward over them, cupping her lovely tits in her hands, shaking them for the couple’s entertainment. Chelsea reached out and stroked them as though she were petting an overweight puppy, and the stranger gave a little moan and brought one of those magnificent tits to Chelsea’s mouth. Chelsea sucked and licked the nipple eagerly and hard. Graham slid three fingers into the stranger’s wet pussy, making her moan more loudly. He thrust them in and out of her, pulling out after every few strokes to circle her swollen clitoris as her body quivered with pleasure.
“I want you to lick her,” said Graham to Chelsea, looking deeply into his wife’s eyes. “Lay her down here and lick her sweet pussy.”
“Yes, please,” panted the stranger, eagerly dropping to the ground and spreading herself out, while Chelsea disengaged herself from him, swung herself off his body and crawled between the other woman’s legs. He laughed under his breath as he watched the two of them arrange themselves, thinking that if he had stopped this stranger in the street and asked for something as simple as the time, he would probably have received an abrupt and quite possibly unfriendly reply, whereas in this circumstance he could easily ask this same person to lie down and let his wife lick her pussy, while he did all manner of obscene things to her. It was amazing.
The stranger was lying on her back now, with Chelsea lapping away at her pussy like a cat with a bowl of cream. She closed her eyes and moved her hips gently in time with her new lover’s ministrations. Graham stroked his cock, watching his wife’s head dip and rise as she licked at this strange woman’s pussy. He loved the way the stranger folded her arms underneath her big tits, making a pillow of trembling flesh out of them as they wobbled around.
Graham now straddled the top half of the stranger’s body, allowing his twitching cock to hover over her face. She had her eyes closed, but opened them in surprise when she felt him nudging at her wide, inviting mouth with the head of his dick. But she only smiled and opened up for him.
Graham moved slowly in and out of her wet open mouth. She clamped her lips tight around his shaft, making him gasp, and as he continued to push in and out, she circled his cockhead with her tongue. Just as he was nearly ready to shoot, he felt the stranger beginning to shudder with climax. He leaned forward and thrust his cock, hard into her mouth, nearly making her gag. He turned quickly to look at Chelsea. She had the strangers ass cheeks clamped firmly in her hands as she chomped at the woman’s pussy like a dog with a toy bear. For a moment Graham worried that they might be treating her too roughly, until he heard the moans of climactic pleasure coming from beneath him. The stranger’s body stiffened as she gave a muffled cry around his cock, and then went limp.
Graham pulled his cock from her mouth and rested it between her huge wobbling tits. He shook them gently with one hand as he considered where he wanted to shoot his load. At that point Chelsea came up for air and stroked his back.
“Did you come, baby?” she asked.
“I want to come on you both. Get on your knees,” he ordered her, and Chelsea obeyed without question.
“Oh, I see that you people have done this before,” said the stranger, smiling. She pulled herself up and got onto her knees also, kneeling next to Chelsea. “Let me have it, big boy!”
Chelsea smiled back at the stranger. Graham looked in awe at the two of them wriggling on their knees in front of him, completely naked except for those tight black knee-length socks. The stranger’s tits heaved back and forth with her heavy breathing, while Chelsea’s small breasts trembled with the anticipation of what was to come she had indeed done this before. Graham moaned loudly as he jerked at his cock, while the two women stroked his legs and balls and tickled the space between his cock and his asshole.
Suddenly the stranger flicked the end of his prick with her forefinger, which made Graham spasm forward, almost losing his balance. She then grabbed the back of Chelsea’s head and pushed her face toward Graham’s cock, bringing a muffled cry from her as her mouth took him in. The stranger then reached around Graham to find his asshole, gently working her finger in as deeply as she could, searching for his prostate. When she hit the spot Graham thrust forward again, impaling Chelsea’s throat on his cock. She pulled back quickly, leaving a film of saliva all over it. The stranger quickly pulled her finger from his ass and grabbed the twitching pole. He gasped as she stroked it a couple of times, then pointed it down toward her tits.
Both women looked up at him with smiles on their faces as he exploded, squirting first the stranger’s tits and then Chelsea’s with his sticky load. One shot landed on the stranger’s chin, and Chelsea grinned up at Graham before leaning over to lick it off, after which the women shared a long open-mouthed kiss. Then all three of them fell in a heap, enjoying the feel of the warm sunshine on their naked skin.”
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.
“She’s 18, and you’re telling me she wants to hook up with you?”
“You’re twice her age! It’s gotta be too good to be true, man.”
“Gee, thanks for the big vote of confidence.”
“You know what I mean. And if you do actually manage to fuck this girl, imagine the shitstorm that’ll come down when your wife finds out.”
“Why would she find out?”
Nate rolled his eyes. “What, you think you’ll be able to keep the smile off your face? There’s no way that any guy our age could disguise the fact that he’s getting teenage pussy!”
I pretended to listen to more of my best friend’s advice, but my mind was made up. An opportunity like Jessica may have sounded too good to be true, but she also was too good to pass up.
Jessica entered my life thanks to what should have been a perfectly innocent phone call.
“Hi, I’m Jessica, Carol’s daughter? Mom said you used to work together here in Boston, and that you might be able to give me some career advice? Because I’m starting college in September?”
She said it all in a breathless rush, making every sentence a question.
More than 12 years had passed since her mother and I worked at the same ad agency. We kept in touch off and on after my move to Seattle. I was surprised that Carol thought I would be good at guidance counseling, considering that I never even met her daughter while she was growing up.
“Jessica? I can’t believe you’re old enough to go to college already.”
“Yep, I turned legal last month.”
I thought that was a strange way to put it. I also thought I detected a sexy lilt to her voice. Hmmm.
I told her how I set up my one-man operation when I went free-lance. She told me about creating ads for her high school newspaper. Then she added, “I had lots of time, because I wasn’t part of the popular crowd. I probably was the only virgin in my graduating class.”
“Really? You’re not hideous or anything, are you?”
“I most certainly am not!” she said, giggling. “Do you want me to send you a picture to prove it? I’ve got my laptop handy.”
“Yeah, I think I’ll be needing some official documentation.”
“You’re bad! Okay, give me your e-mail address. I’ll show you, mister!”
I hoped she wasn’t pulling my leg. I also hoped she looked as sexy as she sounded. I was getting hard just listening to her voice. I hadn’t cheated on Maggie in four years of marriage, but that didn’t mean I never had thought about it.
And a virgin! Without even knowing what she looked like, I began fantasizing about being the first guy whose cock Jessica sucked, the first guy to eat her immaculate pussy, the first guy to ride her hard.
I heard her typing. “Okay, I sent a JPEG. Tell me if my appearance meets with your approval, sir.” She said it so confidently that I rubbed my stiffening prick through my pants.
I was at the desk of my home office. I called up her e-mail.
She wasn’t hideous. Not by a long shot.
Jessica had sandy blonde hair and intensely blue eyes. She was in a raspberry bikini. It wasn’t slutty, but it definitely showed off her attributes.
I couldn’t figure out why boys wouldn’t have fallen all over themselves to get near her in school. She had firm, nicely shaped little boobs that rode high on her chest, almost level with her armpits. Long legs. Slender thighs. The mound of her pussy made a softly rounded bulge in her bikini bottom that I wanted to cup in my hand.
“Were your classmates all gay, blind or just plain stupid?” I asked.
She giggled again. “I guess that’s a compliment.”
“When I was your age, I would have been thrilled if a girl like you even talked to me. Hell, I can’t believe you’re talking to me now!”
She giggled again. Both of us knew that I was veering close to crossing the line between “Mom’s nice friend” and “horny bastard putting the moves on,” but she didn’t seem to mind.
“You have a great voice,” she said. “I thought you might turn out to be some boring old fart, but you’re actually pretty cool. I’m not keeping you from anything, am I?”
Actually, I was uncomfortably close to missing a deadline. I had my priorities straight, though.
“I could talk to you all day,” I said, quietly unzipping my fly. I was damned glad Maggie was at work.
By the time Jessica finished giving me her life story, I had jerked off into a wad of tissues. I don’t think she heard me come. Part of me almost wished that she had.
I couldn’t take my eyes off her picture. The thought of pulling down her skimpy bikini bottom and tongue-fucking her pussy”"which was completely shaved in my filthy fantasy”"kept me hard even after I shot my load.
“Thanks a lot for the talk, but Mom’s calling me to dinner now,” she said after another 20 minutes flew by. “I’ll tell her you were really great.”
“Say hi to her for me. And call anytime. Seriously.”
I thought that call would turn out to be nothing more than a wonderful one-time thing. Jessica surprised me by calling again the next day.
“I’m so bored, sitting around this stupid house all alone,” she began. I liked the fact that she didn’t bother introducing herself.
“It’s summer,” I said. “You should be running around outside or something.” For some reason, I pictured her jogging through a park’s lawn sprinklers in her raspberry swimsuit. Her hair was plastered against her head, her stiff nipples jutted out against the wet material of her top, and the cleft of her cunt was visible through her soaked bikini bottom.
“I’d rather stay in and talk to you. You don’t mind, do you?”
“Gee, I don’t know. Your mom might get the wrong idea, if I keep talking to her sexy daughter on the phone every day.” I hoped that comment wouldn’t blow up in my face.
“You really think I’m sexy?”
“Is that a trick question? Go look in a mirror!”
“Aw, you’re just saying that.”
I took another gamble. “Maybe you should send me another picture, so I can be absolutely positive.”
“Maybe. Or maybe not.” She sounded skeptical but amused. Even at her age, and allegedly with no sexual experience, she obviously knew how to be coy.
“Is that a yes or a no?”
“Want me to take a new one for you? I have a camera on my cell.”
“That sounds perfect.”
“Okay, hang on.” I waited a few endless moments until she said, “I’ll send it to your e-mail again. It would be kind of tiny on the screen of your phone.”
“Silly boy!” I loved the way she said that. It definitely wasn’t the way an 18-year-old addresses a guy she thinks is too old to tease. “Okay, sent.”
I was stunned when I saw the pic. Jessica was sitting on the white comforter of her metal four-poster bed. She wore a very loose, oversized tank top and extremely brief khaki shorts.
She had held her phone at arm’s length to take the shot. At that angle, the lens was aimed directly at the huge gap of her tank top’s gaping left armhole. She wasn’t wearing a bra. The entire curve of her left tit and half of its big, spread-out nipple were plainly visible. There was no way Jessica could not have known how deliciously exposed she was.
“Well, that’s just about the sexiest picture I’ve ever seen in my life,” I finally said.
Jessica giggled. “You don’t think it’s inappropriate, do you? I mean, I wouldn’t want you telling my mom that I’m bad or anything.”
It was getting harder and harder to believe that this girl wasn’t acquainted with cock. An experienced phone-sex operator couldn’t have sounded sexier than Jessica did at that moment. I decided that her virgin act must be her way of role-playing. And that was fine with me. I was more than happy to play along.
“Oh, I promise I won’t tell,” I said. “You might stop calling if I did.”
“So you like it when I call?”
“I love it.”
“I wish another certain couple of guys felt that way.” She began telling me how desperately she had wanted two former classmates to notice her in school. It was as if she had completely forgotten about the tit shot of herself she just sent me.
As she got more comfortable talking, she became increasingly uninhibited. “I would have given it up to either of them in a snap. Their girlfriends were sluts, but I’m sure I would have been a fast learner. God, I was so . . . so sexually frustrated!”
I smiled, then braved yet another risky question. “Didn’t you take care of yourself when you were alone?”
“What do you mean?” I could tell from her tone that she knew exactly what I meant. She just wanted to hear how I would say it.
“You know,” I said. “Did you ever “‘work out at the Y’ at night?”
A giggle. “I’ve never heard it called that before.”
“I notice that’s not an answer.”
Another giggle. “Well, you know. A girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do!”
The idea that this teenage dream had to play with herself to get off because she didn’t have anybody to fuck was a goddamned crime. I felt like speeding to the airport and taking the first cross-country flight so I could give the poor girl what she so obviously needed.
“Have you even had, um, oral sex?” I put it that way because I still would have felt funny using terms like “sucked cock.”
“Have you talked to girls who have?”
“A couple. They didn’t go into specifics. I always hoped they would give more details.”
“Because you like the idea?”
She paused. “Yeah. I think it would be incredibly hot to, you know”"”
I didn’t say a word, hoping that she would finish her thought without any prompting from me. After several seconds, she said, “I’d love to see one that’s all big and hard, and take it in my mouth, and suck it until the guy couldn’t hold back.”
Her voice had gone very low. I could hear her breathing heavily, almost panting. I had a feeling I knew what she was doing.
“How about when a guy uses his mouth on a girl? What have your friends said about that?”
“They say that’s really incredible,” she whispered. “They say there’s no feeling like it. Do guys really enjoy doing that?”
“You better believe it.”
“Really? Tell me why.”
I knew she didn’t want some clever, jokey answer. So I told her how I honestly felt, without censoring myself. “Getting between a girl’s open thighs and licking her pussy is the greatest thing in the world. Knowing she wants you to put your mouth on her most private place is half of what makes it so hot. Plus the smell and taste are enough to set off every erotic trigger in a guy’s head. It’s almost like a drug. Eating pussy becomes the only thing in the world that matters.”
She whispered, “So do all guys feel that way?”
“If you meet one who doesn’t, run in the opposite direction. Or come over to my house.”
Well, there it was. Even though I made that last part sound like a punch line, I obviously wasn’t kidding. And I was sure Jessica knew it.
Her mother would kill me if she found out. And Maggie would leave me if she knew that I was hitting on another girl, especially one fresh out of high school.
I couldn’t have cared less.
I had my hard cock in my hand. I stroked it while Jessica whispered, “You really would do that to me?” she whispered. “You would . . . you would really eat my pussy?”
I didn’t hold anything back. “I’d keep on licking and nibbling and sucking your pretty pussy until you came,” I said, jerking my dick. “Then I would stick my big cock in your cunt and fuck you hard, until you came all over again.”
I heard her making high-pitched little cries on the other end of the line as she climaxed. I could hear her bed squeaking! That set off my own orgasm. I barely had time to grab a tissue before I came.
She hung up without another word. I was so sweaty, I had to take a shower. That’s where I asked myself what the hell I was thinking.
Jessica would be going to college in September. She would meet guys there who would make her forget all about some long-distance guilty pleasure who was the same age as her deadbeat dad. Whether or not she had been telling the truth about being a virgin, she was sure to get plenty of experience this fall.
If I was trying to make myself jealous enough to stop fantasizing about meeting Jessica face-to-face and getting her in bed, it wasn’t working. The image of her as a freshman nympho, sucking and riding every cock on campus, was making me so hard, I had to jerk off again in the shower.
The next day was Friday. Jessica called to say she had sent me a JPEG of her pussy.
It was as smooth and hairless and mouth-wateringly beautiful as I had imagined. I could tell from the slight redness of her puffy pubic mound that she had shaved just before taking the picture. The inner lips of her cunt were like pink butterfly wings. Her clit peeked out from the top of her slit like a glistening little fingertip.
She told me on the phone that she was naked and rubbing herself. I told her to dip a finger inside her pussy. “It’s really tight,” she whispered. I told her to push two more fingers inside. She groaned as she obeyed.
I said I had my cock in my hand. “Is it big?” she asked. “Is it big and hard?”
“Definitely. Lick one of the fingers that’s been in your pussy. Tell me how you taste.”
She let out a low moan. “It’s sweet,” she whispered. “Creamy and sweet.” Soon thereafter she was gasping through another orgasm.
I said I wouldn’t be able to talk to her again until Monday, because my wife would be home all day during the weekend. That made her mad. She ended up texting me five times Saturday and six times on Sunday.
On Monday, I asked for a photo of her ass.
“You’re pretty demanding for a guy who wouldn’t talk to me for two days.”
“Sorry, I didn’t think my wife would understand if I said I had to help a horny teenager get herself off.”
“You’re still a meanie.”
“I’ll be a lot friendlier if you send that picture. And don’t be modest, either. I want to see everything you’ve got.”
“You mean my asshole?”
I was pleasantly surprised to hear her use that word so casually. “Absolutely. Spread your beautiful cheeks wide, so I can see your shaved pussy and your little asshole.”
“You’re nasty. And bossy. Hold on.”
The picture was a dream come true. Her anus was like an “innie” belly button between her vanilla butt cheeks. It was pale pink, without the dark halo a lot of girls have back there.
From the way her pussy was gaping open, I had the feeling Jessica had been fingering herself before she took the picture.
“Very nice,” I said. “I now can safely say that every single inch of you is perfect.”
“You’ve never sent me any pictures,” she replied.
“If you saw how incredibly good-looking I am, no one else would ever measure up. You’d be ruined for life.”
She laughed. “Yeah, right!”
“The only way you’re going to see me is if you fly out for a visit.”
Two days later, I was sitting with Nate and listening to him tell me all the reasons why meeting Jessica would be a terrible idea. I didn’t bother informing him that my next stop that afternoon would be the airport arrivals lounge.
I had paid for Jessica’s plane ticket. It cost a fucking fortune on such short notice. I didn’t care.
I decided to use my best argument to make Nate see things my way. I pulled a printout of Jessica’s swimsuit photo from my shirt pocket. I silently laid it on the table.
“Jesus,” he said, staring in disbelief. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”
“Nope. That’s really her.”
Nate looked at the photo with something approaching awe. “Listen, forget everything I said. If you really have a shot at nailing this girl, take it. Who the fuck cares if it’s a scam, or if it doesn’t last, or if you end up divorced and sleeping in an alley? I don’t know what the hell I was thinking.”
Jessica was easy to recognize at the airport, even with her clothes on. She didn’t seem disappointed when she got her first look at me, thank God.
“You’re not so bad,” she said, giving me a playful hip bump. Then she leaned close to my ear and whispered, “Now take me somewhere and pop my cherry, you dirty old man.”
I took her to a hotel nicer than any place where Maggie and I ever had stayed. Jessica got undressed quickly. Her bra and panties were a matching set, snowy white with little blue flowers. After she shrugged off the bra, she tweaked the tips of her nipples.
She must have noticed my appreciative expression. “You like that, huh?” She rolled her nipples between her fingertips, making them even stiffer, as I shucked my pants and boxers. She smiled like a cat when she saw my already stiff cock. No way this girl was a virgin, I thought. No fucking way.
I threw off my shirt and put my mouth on one of her nipples. I tugged down her panties and kissed my way down to her perfectly smooth pussy. She lay back on the bed with her knees pulled up, giving me easier access to her crotch. I held her cunt open with my fingers. I probed deep inside her pinkness with my tongue.
She shifted around so her face was at my dick. I felt her gulp half my cock inside her mouth while I kept licking and sucking her pussy lips. As she bobbed up and down on my shaft, one of her hands went to my balls. She was a little rough with them, but not too rough.
“Come on and do me now,” she said, rubbing the head of my dick around her face. “I’m totally ready. As you can probably tell.”
Oh yes, I sure could. The bottom half of my face was glistening with Jessica’s sweet juices.
I hastily slipped on a rubber”"a process she watched with amused fascination”"and then I pushed my rigid cock inside her slippery pussy, meeting absolutely zero resistance. She was so beautiful and silky-tight inside that I would have exploded instantly if I had been her age. That was one good thing about being more sexually experienced than an 18-year-old. I knew how to pace myself, instead of going off like a hair trigger.
Whenever I was close to coming, I slipped my cock out of Jessica’s pussy and used my mouth on her cunt some more. She couldn’t get enough of that. She pushed her crotch against my face and moved it in little circles, simultaneously rubbing her shaved mound.
I pushed two fingers inside her while I sucked her clit. A trickle of girl juice spurted from her pussy when she climaxed. I licked it up, all the way from her mound down to her pink asshole. Then I pushed my dick inside her once again.
“Let me watch when you come,” she said. “I want to see it.”
Good luck holding off after you hear a girl say that. I hastily slipped out of her fuckhole, snatched the rubber off my prick and shot my load all across her belly and tits. She kept rubbing herself as she watched, making herself climax again.
Jessica never changed her story about being a virgin during her entire three-day visit. By the time she left, I know my wife suspected something was up, if only because I was so exhausted every night. She never found out for sure, though. Neither did Jessica’s mom, who thought Jessica had been staying with a female friend.
Now that Jessica is at college, she’s definitely too good to be true”"as in “too good at fucking to be faithful to me.” She calls at least twice a week to update me on all the guys she’s sucking and fucking.
I don’t mind. I always love hearing from her. And that’s the truth.”