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It was a week after my wife's birthday, and my wife and I were sitting in the Jacuzzi having a couple of drinks talking about what a wild time we had sexually the week before and how hard it was going to be to top. It seemed that we had performed every deed that two people could do and then some.

Just talking about it, plus the drinks was putting us in a very horny frame of mind. We were starting to rub and touch all the important places when my wife said she was going up stairs and shower off and get something she had bought that I had mentioned the week before, I couldn't remember what she was talking about and she wouldn't tell. I told her to go ahead and I'd fix us another drink.

Here's where thing started happing that would change the night from a very good one to a phenomenal one.

I'm fixing the drinks and about the same time I hear the shower water start the door bell rings. When I open the door it's Tim and John, two of my buddy's from work. I can see right off the bat that their about three sheets to the wind. Tim says they came by to see if I wanted to go with them to a card club to play some poker and have a few more drinks. We're standing in the kitchen and I'm just about to say that they picked a bad night, that I have other plans, when my wife comes around the corner and stops short and says "Oh, I thought you were talking on the phone when I heard your voice, I didn't know there was anyone here."

Now we're all standing there, Tim and John who have never met my wife, myself, and my wife who's standing in front of us wearing the sexiest French maid outfit I've ever seen. Thigh high stockings not held up by anything, a very skimpy black dress and top trimmed with white lace, just long enough to cover the bottom of her ass cheeks and the top is pushing her breasts up and you can see the little brown top of her areola if you look real hard. (Which it seems we're all doing.)

Now I remember talking about her wearing a French maid costume and putting on a show for me while I sat on the couch, sipped a drink, and played with myself.

We all stand there staring for what seems an eternity, when I finally introduce Tim and John, and tell my wife that they came by to see if I wanted to play some poker.

They both finally look up from my wife's tits long enough to say they can see we're busy and that they're going to take off. Then my wife says "What the heck, some cards sounds fun", why don't they stick around and the four of us can play. I'm thinking, "Dam, I was hoping to get a good blow job, and look what she's wearing".

John asked "Are you sure, it kind of looks like maybe you had other plans." I'm about to say we did when my wife says not at all, let's play. She tells me to fix everyone a drink and she'll be back in a minute. I figure she's going to go change cloths so I tell the guys to find a seat at the coffee table in the living room while I get the drinks.

When I come in with the drinks I see that my wife hasn't changed like I expected, but she's standing on her tippy toes trying to reach the cards and poker chips that are in the TV cabinet in the living room. With her stretched out reaching up like she is and wearing the high heels she has on, I can see that the little maid outfit is pulling up around her ass and we're seeing all there is to see. Since she isn't wearing any underwear, we have a perfect view of not only her ass, but her pussy lips are poking out just enough to where we can make a positive identification. That's when I figure she's thinking of more then just a game a poker. John and Tim are staring so intently that I think their going to cum in their pants right then and there.

She gets the stuff and sets it on the table and heads for the kitchen to get her drink. I follow her in and she turns to me and says that she can't believe how hot it made her knowing that those guys were looking at her ass like that She grabs my hand and sticks it between her legs and says check this out. Her pussy is soaking wet, she tell's me she almost came just standing there. Then she says that she really didn't think I'd bring a couple of guys over like this. I look at her for a second and then it dawns on me that she thinks I set this up on purpose. I tell her that it was just coincidence and that I was just telling the guys to leave when she walked in.

She says oh! What're we going to do then? As she says this I hear a little disappointment in her voice, so I say lets play some cards and see what happens. She brightens and says ok, just for a little while.

We go back to the living room and I sit on one side of the table and my wife on the other. It just happens that this puts her between Tim and John. We each buy in for 10 dollars and I know I can probably take all the money tonight if I want because I don't think Tim and John can hardly look at their cards with my wife sitting there dressed like she is. She's never looked better.

After awhile I've got most of the chips so we make the rule that when you lose from now on it's going to cost a piece of clothing or something if you don't have the chips.

Of course my wife loses the next hand, but she says that she doesn't want to take her outfit off but she'll give us a quick look.

I wonder how far she'll go with this when she stands up and pulls the top of her outfit away from her tits and kind of just pinches her nipples which are already hard as little diamonds. I hear John say kind of under his breath "Boy those are nice."

We go a couple more hands and John loses his shirt and pants. And when he stands to take his pants off you can see even with his underwear on that he's got a cock on him that will rival any porn star, and it's standing at full attention from looking at my wife. And speaking of my wife now it's her turn to stare, and she sits there with her mouth open staring at John's dick till he sits back down.

My wife loses once again and before anyone can even say anything she stand's, puts one high heeled foot on the table which puts her pussy right at eye level and starts rubbing her cunt with her left hand, she sticks first one, then two fingers in, pulls them out and asks who'd like a taste? Tim gets it out a little faster then the rest of us that he sure would, so she holds out her hand while Tim starts sucking on her fingers.

I don't think I've ever seen my wife in anything close to the fevered state she's in and I start getting the feeling she's about ready to try anything that we'd suggest. And at this moment there are a lot of things that I can come up with.

We've all had a number of drinks now and things are definitely starting to heat up. Tim wins the next hand and says he wants a feel of my wife's pussy. She gets up and stands next to him with her legs slightly spread while Tim slowly at first and then faster starts rubbing her cunt. She starts rotating her hips around his hand while making little moaning noises until she finely pushes his hand away. I swear, I think she came with just that short touch. She goes and sits back down and says to deal the next hand.

My wife wins what turns out to be the last hand we're going to play and says she wants to see how big that thing between John's legs really is. He stands up and pulls off his shorts to reveal a cock that has to be 11 or 12 inches long and as big around as a beer bottle. She looks at it for a minute and turns to me and asks if she can touch it. I tell her she can do whatever she would like with it. She reaches up and just barely touches it with a couple of fingers and when she does it twitches like it was hit with a shot of electricity. She wraps her hand around it and it's so thick that her fingers don't meet. She starts sliding her hand up and down and John looks like he's gone to heaven.

Tim stands up and says he needs some of that and stands on the other side of my wife and drops his pants. He look's to have a pretty normal size dick, but next to John's it looks puny. My wife reaches up and grubs Tim's cock too, and now she's stroking the both of them. After a little of this she turn's to me again and asks if she can have a little taste of the pre cum driblets that are on the ends of both of their cocks and I say only if I can eat her pussy while she does. Without saying another word she turns and kneels with her legs spread, I get on my back and crawl between her legs where I can lick her pussy and still be able to watch as she turns her head first to Tim's cock and licks the head and then does the same to John's monster.

I can't believe what I'm seeing; I've got the best seat in the house for this show as she finally wraps her lips around John's dick and can barely get her lips around the head. After a few minutes of sucking on John's she turns and starts to suck Tim. His is so much smaller that she starts sliding it in and out of her mouth. Her nose is hitting his belly on every down stroke, and from where I'm at I can see she's taking it so deep that her lower lip is touching his balls.

At last she push's up and away from the three of us and says she needs a cock in her. The whole time she's talking she can't take her eyes from John's member so I tell her maybe she should try that one on for size.

She has John lie on his back on the coffee table while she straddles his hips facing Tim and me. She reaches down and rubs the massive head up and down the slit of her pussy which is as wet as I've ever seen it. She spreads her lips and slowly lowers herself down to where just the head is in her pussy, I tell her that this is the biggest and best show I've ever seen, and I'll bet her she can't get all of it in her pussy. She says she she'll take that bet. She asks what the winner gets and I tell her that if I win that I get to cum in her ass and if she wins she gets to be fucked by all three of us till she's completely satisfied. She say's she'll take that bet. Now I figure either way I win.

Slowly she start's working up and down his monster tool, getting a little more in each time. She gets to a point where it's about three quarters of the way in and all of a sudden she start's going up and down faster and faster, moaning louder and louder until she suddenly stops and her whole body starts shaking while she cums.

When at last she stops shaking and can talk again, she asks how she did and I tell her she didn't even come close to making it disappear. She says "I guess you win".

She spins around while still straddling John, but now she's facing him with her ass turned toward me. She grabs John's cock and sticks it back in her pussy, tells me her ass is all mine and at the same time she reaches out and grabs Tim's dick and say's "I want all my holes filled."

Now she's rocking back and forth on John and sucking like crazy on Tim while I come at her from behind stroking my dick which is all ready as hard as it's ever been, I set the head of my dick against her little pucker opening and push just the head in, thinking I better take this slow, but my wife is starting to go like a whirlwind, she yanks Tim's dick out of her mouth and yells at me to stick it in and quit fooling around. She has to say no more and just like that I'm in to the hilt. I can feel the hugeness of John's cock in her pussy and we start to get a rhythm going, where when I go in he goes out and vice versa. She's moaning around Tim's cock to keep it going, and I think she must have cum ten times while we were triple fucking her like this.

John's the first one to say he's about to cum, and Tim say's he's right behind him. My wife says she wants to watch them shoot their loads, so we all pull our cocks out of her while she rolls over on her back and tells me to stick my cock back in her ass, she lays there on her back and spreads her legs so I can push her hips back and slide my dick back where it belongs, deep in her ass, at the same time I reach down and start rubbing her clit, then I stick two fingers in her pussy and rub my own cock through her pussy walls.

John and Tim are both standing by her head stroking their dicks like mad, Tim's the first one to start Cumming, and aims his load at my wife's tits, my wife starts rubbing every drop into her skin as more and more keeps spewing from Tim's dick. John start's spurting at the same time, and most of it is going straight into her open mouth, some hitting her on the chin. The amount of sperm coming from John's dick is equal to It's size, and it seems like he shoots a gallon into her mouth, on her chin and, and all over her neck.

This whole time I'm pumping into her ass as hard and fast as I can, and she looks up at me and open's her mouth to show me how much cum she's got in there, then she shuts her mouth and takes a big swallow and smiles at me. This is to much, my cock, sliding in and out of that warm tight place just can't take it any more, I feel like I'm about to blow up, I start Cumming and it feels like I'm never going to stop. I know I've never cum for so long or as hard as I did at that moment.

I've never seen any thing more beautiful or as sexy and exciting as my wife lying there with a big drop of cum on her chin, her breast's shinny from all the sperm rubbed on them and a naughty look on her face when she tells me "just wait till they leave, then I'll really show you something."

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There are women who enjoy playing the coquette with men without realising how dangerous their little teasing game can be. This is especially the case with women in their middle years that, growing doubtful of their feminine charms, and wondering if they can still attract males, dangle themselves like bait on a hook before a hungry fish.

It is especially hazardous if all that the woman expects is some simple recognition of her attractions by the male turning round to take a second look, or his endeavouring to extend a conversation so as to keep her company just a little longer. If she succeeds in this, then she feels she had triumphed.

This game becomes especially risky when she plays it with red blooded young males, and even more so when in fact her needs extend beyond a desire for simple recognition, and includes her own frustrated sexual desires. It is then she may well push the game beyond the safe zone and into the red for danger.

Another thing many women do not seem to understand is that almost any woman can get a male to copulate with her if she makes herself obviously available. If she thinks that getting a man to have sex with her means she is beautiful or particularly desirable, she might consider that a man is ready to copulate with even quite a plain woman if she lets it be known she is ready for him.

I point this out in order to let it be known that I am middle aged, do not consider myself beautiful and was extremely needy where sex was concerned. I was and am a single mother – had been for about four years - when the incident I shall relate took place. This led me to push the teasing game too far.

I had been involved in a couple of relationships with men who were married, both of which ended when I started to want more than a once a week meeting on the sly. The men had been about my own age, and I started to get a yen for something younger and more potent. The possibility of this “something” young was frequently right there in my own back garden in the shape of my son’s friends.

I was in the fortunate position – or unfortunate depending on how you interpret it – of having a large back yard that contained a swimming pool and room for games of badminton to be played. These amenities drew my son’s friends to our house, all young men at their most potent.

So it was that I frequently found myself looking out of the French windows at lithe and potent young men who in hot weather lounged around the pool or played badminton in the briefest of brief swim wear. I could see their beautiful spears outlined against the cloth, and often partially erect, and it was at such times that I wondered if I were still capable of gaining the interest of young males.

The thought was parent to the deed. I began to seriously consider how I could test what I thought of as my fading attractions with these young men. I told myself I wanted no more than their interest; an acknowledgement of my existence as a desirable female.

It had not been my habit to mingle with them, being no more than the supplier of food and drink for their ever raging appetites, but as I have said, the thought became action and I started to talk more freely with them; teasing a trifle pruriently; swimming in the pool with them, even playing badminton.

They seemed to take my presence surprisingly well considering I was after all the mother of their friend, and therefore an adult to be at best tolerated and at worst avoided.

Seeing that I was not completely left out of their company I went a stage further. My swim wear was a very respectable, one might almost say matronly, one piece. I had seen what the girls were wearing, so I bought myself a somewhat daring two piece. This was perhaps another dangerous mistake in the game and it had a more dramatic effect than I expected.

Stepping from the house into the garden in my new purchase I suddenly found my self the focus of attention. I have never been able to recall exactly how many boys were there that day, but around seven or eight. So seven or eight pairs of eyes seemed to be fastened on me in a manner complained of by many women; I felt as if those eyes were stripping me.

My first inclination was to flee back into the house, but having got that far I decided to brazen it out. I dived into the pool and quickly found that a number of the boys had dived in after me and they found every excuse to touch and tangle with me.

When I got out of the pool the situation became even more heated when I discovered that the material of which my two-piece was made tended to become translucent when wet. Thus my breasts, nipples and pubic hair might just as well have been totally exposed.

This unexpected quality in my garb made me quite nervous, especially as those eyes were fixed on me even more relentlessly, and I would have had to be blind not to see that erections were in evidence.

I had conducted my experiments and discovered that I could indeed interest young men, perhaps a little more ardently than I’d intended. I told myself that I was quivering because I was cold from the swim, but even as I told myself I knew it was otherwise. I was shaken by the effect I had achieved.

As calmly as I could I went back into the house and tried to recover; shortly after my son came bursting in.

“Mum, what the hell are you trying to do?”

All innocence and virtue I replied, “What do you mean, darling?”

“You know exactly what I mean. If you wanted to get the guys horny, then you’ve succeeded.”

“Don’t be so silly, David, how could a woman my age arouse young men half my age?”

“By wearing that two-piece thing you’ve got on, that’s how; it’s enough to make a monk renounce his vow of chastity.”

“I think you’re wrong, David,” I said, hoping that he wasn’t wrong, “but if they find your mother attractive, then you should be pleased.”

“My God, you wanted to turn them on, didn’t you mum?”

“No, of course not.”

So far David’s tone had been rather exasperated, but now it changed. He laughed and said, “Well, whether you intended to turn them on or not, you did, so what next?”

“Nothing is next, darling. I’m sure if I really did arouse them they’ll soon forget it, and next time they see me in my two piece it will be old news and of little interest.”

He gave me a strange look and said, “I wouldn’t bet on it,” and left.

That seemed to end the matter because nothing further was said for the next few days. As for me, once I got used to the idea that I could indeed get those young men “turned on,” I hugged it to myself like something precious. At night I preened myself naked in front of the mirror, telling my self I didn’t look so bad after all, and satisfied with the effect I’d had.

I think it was about five days after my first appearance as David’s teasing mother that I stepped out for a swim. Again the stares were there, but when I dived into the pool no one dived in after me. Disappointed that the prophesy my two-piece would be “old news and of little interest” when making a further appearance had been fulfilled, I got out of the pool and trying not to show my disappointment went back into the house.

Feeling frustrated by this lack of response I looked out of the French windows at my faithless admirers and noticed that David was not there and the boys seemed to be in a huddle and talking animatedly.

I lay back on the divan and closed my eyes, contemplating this lack of response to my second two-piece appearance. Everything was still and silent and I must have dozed off because I was suddenly aroused by the noise of the French windows being opened.

I looked up and saw the boys crowding into the room. One of them came close to me and said, “We have something you want, Lucy.”

They had moved to stand or sit around me. I felt the clip of my top being undone and removed to leave my breasts naked. Hands fondled them and pressed my nipples. The bottoms of my bathers were pulled off and my legs parted by strong hands. I could see that the boys had removed their bathers, and penises stood up long a firm, their crowns shining with pre-cum.

It all happened so quickly I hadn't had time to protest, and by the time I did protest one of the boys was kneeling in front of me, his tongue pushing into my vagina. My nipples were being sucked and hands seemed to be everywhere exploring my body.

My little protest died; what they were doing to me was beautiful. A mouth closed over mine and a tongue began to explore.

My legs were wide open and someone else now had their tongue in my vagina. I felt something warm touch my lips and knew what it was and what was expected. I took the head of the penis into my mouth. Both my nipples were being sucked and fingers were exploring my vagina and anus.

Warm young bodies were pressed against me; hands were stroking and pressing me everywhere and sperm erupted into my mouth. No sooner were the ejections finished and another penis was pressed up against my mouth. My own hands were engaged in masturbating penises and it was hard to tell who was doing what to me.

A boy lay beside me on the divan and I was lifted up on top of him and his penis was guided into me. As he entered I felt another penis thrusting into my anus and soon they were both working up and down in me. There was another explosion of sperm into my mouth, hands were still fondling my breasts, every sexually available part of me was being exploited and I felt the first of several orgasms sweep over me. I wanted to scream but the penis in my mouth prevented this, and I made a burbling sort of noise.

I don’t know how many of them there were, but as soon as one finished he was replaced by another. Sperm erupted into my back passage followed quickly by ejaculations into my vagina. I was over on my back again and one of them came astride me and folding my breasts over his shaft moved until he shot his load, much of it splashing on my face.

I was ecstatic; every part of me seemed to be a vibrant sex organ and I was crying out for more. I think most of them ejaculated into me more than once, but in the end I wore them out. They lay or sat exhausted as I cried out, “Do it to me again…do it again…”

Slowly they revived but this time I took them one at a time, most of them opting for vaginal penetration. I had orgasm after orgasm and was now able to give full vocal expression to the delicious agony.

When they had finally had enough and even I was sated, they left one by one. Sperm was oozing out of every orifice including a flood of lubricant mingled with the sperm in my vagina.

I lay there, dazed but more gratified than at any other time in my life. David walked in and stood looking at me.

“Did you get what you wanted, mother?”

I knew he had set me up for it, so I said, “Yes thank you, darling. In fact, I’m sorry it’s over.”

“He grinned and said, “Don’t worry they’ll be back.”

I woke with a start, my vagina and thighs were soaked with my juice, “Oh God, it had only been a dream.” I looked towards the French windows and saw the boys crowding into the room. One of them came close to me and said, “We have something you want, Lucy…”

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"Ah, finally home," I think to myself as I walk into the house and close the door. A long week at work and finally the weekend is here. I let out a deep sigh and wonder what to do for the afternoon and night. Supposed to meet my friends for dinner and drinks but need to call them and find out where and when.

"First things, first... change out of these work clothes and get comfy," talking to myself as I walk up the stairs.

When I had parked in my driveway, I had noticed a moving truck across the street so I figured someone had finally bought and moved into the house that had been empty for almost a year. When I got upstairs to my bedroom, I looked out the window and saw the moving guys taking things into the house.

At the front door, I see a tall dark man dressed in black jeans and blank tank top walk out. I can tell even from this distance the man was good looking and sexy. His arms, shoulders and chest were taut from many hours of working out at the gym. I noticed that his jeans were tight on his muscled legs when he walked towards the moving truck. The one thing that really caught my attention was the outline of a huge bulge in the front of his jeans that I could see, even this far away.

As if he knew he was being watched, he looked up directly to my window and saw me watching him. I saw him grin and then he turned to talk to one of the moving guys.

I moved away from the window, giggling. "Oops, busted," I say out loud to myself, still giggling.

I pull out a jean skirt and a red lacy tank top from my closet and throw them on my bed so I could take my work clothes off. After removing my pants, I throw it into my hamper in the corner of my room and wonder about changing my underwear. Thinking about that bulge I saw, my pussy stirs and I decide to put one of my silky, lace ones on. Taking off my shirt and throwing it on top of my pants, I take the while cotton panties and bra off and toss them in the hamper and walk over to close the lid.

Walking naked over to my dresser, I open the top drawer and look to see what to wear. Since I have a red tank, I figure I better wear my red lacy bra and high thigh panties. Before putting them on, I decide to freshen up with my favorite body spray and mist my body. I love how it smells on me and my pussy feels the slight tingle of arousal when I give it a little spray. I walk over to my bed pull my panties up and over my hips and feel the lacy touch against my pussy. I have to touch myself as it felt so good to have the lace against my pussy. Remembering the bulge I saw, I play with myself a little more and then stop as I still had to get dressed and get out the door soon. I pull on my bra giving my nipples a little pinch to make them hard and then slide the skirt over my hips and zip it close. I pull the lacy red tank over my head and look at the mirror in the bathroom to see how I look. Well, I guess everyone is right, red is definitely my color.

Picking up the phone, I call one of the friends to find out where and when we will be meeting for dinner; she says it will be in an hour at our regular place; a small hole-in-the-wall bar and grill, a couple blocks from my house. I decide to walk as it was nice out and because I will probably have a few drinks and don't want to drive.

I walk downstairs and open the windows of my house to get some fresh air through. At the front window, I look over to the house across the street and find a tall, blond, gorgeous man standing near the driveway talking to the dark hair man. They are both looking towards my house when I open the curtains and the window. Being curious as to who lives in the house across the street, I walk out the door and cross the street to where both men are standing.

"Hi, I'm Angie, your neighbor," I say while looking towards the dark hair man, my hand extended to shake his hand.

The blond looks me from head to toe, then back up, smiles with approval at what he see, while putting his hand out. "I'm Mark," he says. He turns to his friend and says. "This is my buddy, Rick. He just bought the house and I'm helping him move. Mark is about 6 feet, with long leg, also in jeans, with a wide chest and broad shoulder, just like Rick but he was wearing a blue t-shirt. He has light brown eyes with the longest lashes I have ever seen on a man. Mark takes my hand and shakes it, says, "Nice to meet you."

"So, are you the neighborhood welcome wagon?" asks Rick, smiling. I have my hand out to Rick but instead of shaking it, he lifts my fingers to his lips and kisses them, one finger at a time.

"Um, just wanted to stop by, introduce myself and let you know if you need anything, I live across the street," stammering my reply. Up close, Rick was even more, good looking than when I saw him from my bedroom window. His hair was coal black and his brown eyes were twinkling with amusement. I realized that Rick was just as tall as Mark I had to look up them both so it made me feel very short next to the men even with my heels on.

The guys look at each other, Mark raises an eyebrow and smiles while Rick nods his head and grins as he turns back to me. "Thanks, we will definitely need things while I get settled."

Mark asks me if there are any decent restaurants or bars in the area and I told him about a few places nearby, including the one I was going to later. He nods and thanks me for the info. "Since I will be here for a few days, and with the refrigerator being empty, we need to go out to eat."

I tell them both that I have to get going, as I was meeting some friends and again welcome Rick to the area. As I walk across the street, I feel their eyes on my ass, so I sway it a little more than normal to see if I can arouse a response. I hear a low whistle from one, which I assume is Mark as he seems to be the more outgoing one and a chuckle from Rick.

Smiling, I go back into the house and grab my purse, change my shoes to a flat pair since I am walking and go out the door again towards the restaurant. The guys were not outside as I walked down the street but knowing there was a gorgeous man living on my block makes me smile; eye candy is always good.

I get to the restaurant and find my friends already sitting at a table and join them. We order drinks and chatter starts right away. I always have a great time with my three friends and while we drink our first round, the waitress returns to take out dinner order. We catch up on what we have been up to and chat some more while we wait for our dinner. When our dinner arrives, we stop to eat and then order another round of drinks as my friends rarely get a chance to come out, relax and enjoy the night without kids. I realize it is going to be a party night and settle in. As we are on our fourth round, I notice my friends look toward the door and they all start to giggle like school girls.

Because my back is to the door, I can't see who they are looking at. With the three of them being married, whenever we go out, they are always checking out the men and the conversation always turns to sex and he things their husbands want to try. With a slight shrug and a giggle, I turn to look at the men they are checking out and see that it is my new neighbor and friend.

Mark notices me first and nudges Rick and he, too, looks over and waves. Naturally, my friends are wondering how I know them and they start to grill me until they realize that the men are at our table standing behind me.

Not sure if it was the fourth drink or their presence, but as I turn to introduce Mark and Rick to my friends, I slide a little in my chair and my cheek accidentally brushes against the bulge of Rick's jeans. Immediately, I feel a tingle in my crotch but also realize that he was semi hard against my cheek. I look up and see that Rick is looking straight down my tank top and at my breasts. He licks his lips and the tingle in my pussy is now in full arousal. I feel the dampness in my panties and know that one of my toys will be used tonight when I got home, drunk or not.

After I introduce the men, my friend, Mary, invites the guys to join us for their dinner and more drinks. The guys each take a seat on each side of me and being already flushed from my close encounter with Rick's cock, I am finding it hard to breathe.

I look over to my friend, Cindy, directly across from me and she arches her eye brow at me and mouths "nice" to me. I look at Mark and realize that even though he is talking to my third friend, Kim, he has left hand on my right thigh and is slowly raising the hem of my skirt until he felt skin and started to rub in small, gentle circles with this thumb. I am grateful that the table has a tablecloth over it and no one can see what is going on under the table. While they order their dinner, Mark continues to rub my thigh with the tips of his fingers. He leans over and says very low and deep, "I would love to feel your whole body with my fingers." I look at him as he moves away, smiling and my body reacts to that and I know I want to feel him inside of my pussy.

When their dinner arrives, Mark takes his hand away so he could eat and I breathe a little easier. His fingers were stoking the fire in my pussy and my body was hot all over but with his hand gone, I could compose myself and try to concentrate on the conversation going around the table.

I look over at Rick as he talks to my friend to his left; as she orders another round of drinks for everyone, he quickly glances towards me and winks, grabs my thigh under the table and squeezes, then turns back to talk Cindy. Taken aback, I wonder what that was all about. Hmmmmm, what kind of game are these two playing I wonder. If it is a game you want, a game you will get, my boy toys, I say to myself.

With that in mind I turn back to Mark, with my right hand, very, very slowly, I start to caress his leg, starting at his knee and making my way up to his thigh; I glide my fingers closer and closer to where his cock resides, but not quite touching time, just teasing his leg. I feel him tense and take in a quick breathe. Good, had the reaction I wanted, I think to myself, smiling. As my hand moves further up, I notice that he has stopped talking and is concentrating on his drink. Knowing that what I was doing to his leg and where my hand was going was making him hot by the flush that was coming over his face. I slow my hand down as I am getting closer to feeling his cock through his jeans and he looks at me with such fire, that I reach up and caress the bulge I feel. It was rock hard and I caress the length of it through his jeans. I look at him and give him the smile that my friends call the "come fuck me" smile. I let him go and turn to finish my fifth drink. Whew, am I feeling hot and horny as hell.

With a sly look, Mark turns back and orders another drink from the waitress but tells the table that he needs to get back to the house as it had been a long day and he was getting tired. The waitress looks at Rick and he, too, orders another. The girls decide that they want one more but I decline as I was feeling the affects of 5 drinks, in a short amount of time.

Once the guys are done with their drinks, they ask if I wanted to walk back with them as the saw that I had walked here and didn't feel right allowing me to walk back alone in the dark. I decide it is a good idea and stand to say good bye to my friends and tell them I will call them the next day. After everyone says their good byes, the three of us start to walk back towards our houses.

With Rick on my left, he grabs my hand and holds it while we walk. Mark is chatting along and doesn't seem to notice but as we get to an alleyway before we need to turn on our street, he ducks into it.

Rick stops, pulls my head towards him and plunges his tongue deep into my mouth and kissing me over my mouth, cheeks and neck. My body is arched against him as his left hand is sliding under my skirt to grab my ass and he is pulling me closer to him so I can feel his cock against my crotch. I moan out loud as I feel the hard bulge.

"I want to fuck you and make you cum on my cock, baby," he says roughly against my lips before plunging his tongue in for another wet kiss. "Oh, yes, pleeeeese," I say, moaning again. We hear Mark call to us and Rick pulls me with him as we follow Mark's voice.

With minimal light in the alley, I can make out that Mark sitting high on a pile of pallets. I realize that he has his jeans down to his knees and he has his cock in his hand, stroking it gently up and down while he watches me with Rick. My mouth starts to water, wanting to taste his cock. I take a step closer and realize that Rick is behind me and is pushing me towards Mark. He grabs my head and pushes my face towards Mark's cock, which I willingly take into my mouth. I start to suck on his cock and hear him moan.

From behind, I feel Rick pull my panties down from my hips and I help him remove them completely by standing out of them. He reaches around to the front and his right fingers pull my pussy lips apart while he inserts a finger, from his left hand, into my pussy from behind. "Oh, yeah, hot and dripping wet," he says very softly so only the three of us can hear. Slowly, he slides his finger, in and out of my pussy while his thumb and forefinger of his other hand rubs my clit. I am moaning deeply while I suck on Mark's cock, having Rick finger fuck me from behind.

I feel Rick's right hand move away and then I hear a zipper behind me. Rick pulls his other hand away to pull his jeans down. He bends me over more; which allows me to take more of Mark's cock into my mouth; while he spreads my legs further apart. He teases my pussy with his cock head as he doesn't immediately thrust his cock in but rubs it around the outside of my pussy and over my clit. The moan I was trying to hold in, escapes my lips.

Using my wetness as lube, he slowly pushes his cock in and out until he is half way in, then roughly shoves the rest of his cock hard and deep into my pussy and starts to pound me hard. With Mark delicious cock in my mouth and Rick's hard cock pounding my pussy, I am ready to explode with pleasure. I am moaning, the vibration of it hits Mark's cock as he starts to fuck my mouth faster and faster, his cock engorging with his cum, ready to shoot it deep in my throat. I hear Rick's grunts of pleasure as he is fucking me harder and faster, shoving his long, hard cock deep into my pussy.

Mark grabs my head and shoves his cock deeper into my mouth as he growls, "Ah, yeah, fuck, baby... I'm going to cum in your beautiful mouth. Suck me, you cock loving whore. Suck me hard. Ah, fuck, ah, fuck!!! Drink it, baby. Suck me dry!!!" With that, he cums into my mouth and I feel the heat of his liquid sliding down my throat. "Ah, yeah, baby. Yeah! Oh, fuck you suck my cock so good, baby." He pulls his cock out of my mouth and lets me lick his cock clean. Then he pulls his jeans up and drops to his knees and start to lick at my clit, while Rick is still fucking my pussy from behind.

The combination of Mark's licking and Rick's fucking is driving me crazy. "Oh, fuck, yes!!! Fuck me, fuck me! Fuck me hard, baby!" I yell as Rick continues to pound me from behind. As Mark continues to lick and nibble at my clit, I can feel Rick getting close to cumming as his breathing is more ragged and he is ramming his cock into me like a madman. My pussy is ready to explode when I feel Rick grab my ass cheeks hard and says, "Take my hot juice in your cunt. Aaahahh, yeah, baby! Oh, yeah. Your tight little cunt! Oh, fuck, I'm gonna cum, whore, I'm gonna cum." I feel his cock explode in my pussy the same time my orgasm rocks my body and we both are grunting and moaning out loud, all the while Mark continues to lick and suck at my clit, tasting my juices as I explode on his face.

Once we both come down from our fuck high, Rick turns me around, pushes me to my knees, making me lick his cock clean, which I do with relish. The taste of his cock and my pussy juice is making me hot again. Once he is satiated, he pulls me up and kisses me hard on the lips. He pulls his jeans up and buttons up then moves to pulls my skirt down but does not give my panties back. With a grin, he looks at me and says, "Souvenir," then looks at Mark and says, "I won. I got the panties."

Realizing their game was over, I invite the guys over for a soak in the hot tub in my back yard and more fucking into the night. I say out loud to them, "I'm gonna start my own game. The one that can fuck me the longest and hardest wins me as their sex slave for the weekend. If there is a tie, though, we will have to figure out what to do then." They both grin wide and almost pull me the short distance back to my place to start my game.

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March 1st fell on a Monday and my alarm went off at 6AM as usual. I stretched and got out of bed and stumbled to the shower to start my day. I was unusually horny this morning because Ron and I had an amazing sexual experience last week and agreed to fulfill each other's fantasies on a monthly basis. He got odd months and I got even months. We agreed that on the first of each month we would give each other a letter outlining the fantasy the other was to fulfill. Today was the first day of the first month of the game.

Part of me wondered if he would go through with it, but only a small part. I was anxious and found it difficult to concentrate on my daily routine of work not knowing when I might get his letter. We had only been dating a few months and I found the game a thrilling way to get to know him better. I knew about, and fulfilled one of his fantasies that he had never shared with anyone. And I got off on the intimacy and sense of power I felt from sharing a secret of his that only I knew. I hoped that today would allow me to feel that same high I felt then.

I dressed for work and left the house at 7:00 AM. The weather was clear and sunny although it was customarily chilly for a crisp Chicago morning. I walked quickly to my car and made the short commute to the train station where I would catch the 7:20 train downtown to my job at an advertising agency.

I parked and grabbed my purse from the passenger seat and noticed a blue envelope taped to the glove compartment door that I had not noticed before. I froze for a moment staring at the envelope wondering how Ron must have gotten it inside my locked car. I plucked the envelope off the dash and held it, feeling that at any moment it would evaporate and that I would realize that I had only fantasized its presence. I was vaguely aware of my excitement and despite the cold; I was sweating slightly and had familiar butterflies in my stomach.

I put the envelope in my purse and hurried to my train. The train was not crowded and I was able to secure a seat to myself on the second deck of the train. I sat all the way in the back and my mind wandered often to the letter. Did I dare open it now?

After a few minutes curiosity got the better of me and I found myself taking the letter in my hands. There were no markings on the outside to identify it as anything special. I laughed silently to myself thinking, "What if it's not from Ron? Wouldn't you feel ridiculous?"

Suddenly I felt an uncontrollable urge to open the letter. I tore the top off and slid out a single piece of paper with handwriting I immediately recognized as Ron's.

Inside was written on small paragraph. It said:

Dear Sara -- Thank you for thinking of this game. I love the idea of sharing my fantasies with you, but I am also afraid of how you may react to some of my sexual desires. I hope you find this as exciting as I do, but I understand if you don't wish to go through with this. Please remember these are just fantasies and I would not do anything to hurt you, but since you did ask I have decided to be completely honest with you. Anyway enough of the BS. One of my deepest fantasies is to fuck a stripper. I have had this fantasy since my first trip to a strip club when I was 18. I will let you decide if you really want to go through with this.

I read and reread his letter, vaguely aware that I was tingling with desire. I was not sure how to react to this fantasy and immediately pictured Ron fucking some sleazy whore that danced naked for money.

I found myself aroused rather than appalled at the idea, but I was not sure how to make this fantasy happen for him. It would take some thought. My train arrived at work in record time, or so it seemed. My mind kept wandering to strippers and Ron. I had no idea how to make this happen, but I knew who would. I had thirty days. This would be fun.

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I began my day with a phone call to my friend Michelle. Michelle is what I call my wild child friend. She has been around, and passed around and is definitely not afraid to admit it. If anyone would know how to make this happen, it would be her. I dialed her direct line and she answered on the third ring.

I told her that I needed to see her and would buy her lunch today. She said sure, but asked me if I was ok. I told her I was fine and needed her advice about something personal. She giggled and asked me if it was about my new boy toy. She must have been able to hear my blush, because she just cackled and told me to meet her downtown at her office at noon.

At 11:45 I was waiting for her in the lobby of her building. She emerged from the elevator with a handsome man in his mid 40's. Michelle is 27 years old and so gorgeous that she has been chased by men all of her life since puberty. She is 5' 10" tall, skinny with long blond hair and 36C tits. Her complexion is perfect and she has an outgoing, self effacing personality that makes her a great friend. She is very open minded and the most sexual person I have ever known.

She waved to me and pecked the man on the cheek dismissively and headed my way. We hugged cordially and I asked her who her friend was.

"Just the flavor of the month, hun," she said as she smiled coyly. "He's a trader downtown who deals in oil futures; and if how he drills me is any indication of his trading skills, he will be a millionaire in six months."

I laughed at her entendre and told her I knew I picked the right friend to talk to.

"Oh my now I am curious," she said and we went across the street to a Mexican restaurant that served authentic food and awesome frozen Margaritas. I never drank at lunch, but after Michelle ordered a Grande Margarita, I felt that one probably be appropriate for this discussion.

After our drinks were served and we both had a long pull on the short straws of our drinks, Michelle turned to me and said, "Okay spill it. How is Ron, and what has your panties in such a knot that you are drinking on a Monday?."

I laughed and blushed at the same time. Leave it to Michelle to be blunt. I turned to her after another sip of the Margarita and proceeded to tell her all about Ron and The Game we had invented. I told her all about the blowjob I had given him; the tapes I had found, and the cum bath he gave me; and the game it inspired.

When I was done, Michelle stared at me with her mouth hanging open for about ten seconds and said, "Damn girl that is fucking HOT. I can't believe I never thought of something like that. Ron must agree with you. You are getting sex crazy, and it's about time if I may say so."

We laughed again together, and if felt good to share some of these feelings I have been having with a friend that understood me. Of course Michelle being Michelle had to have all of the dirty details (i.e. the size of his cock, how much he came, if I liked it, etc).

When I was done, I explained to her that we had decided to make The Game a monthly event. Her eyes sparkled at this news and she seemed to drink in every detail as I explained to her that even months were mine and odd months were Ron's. She immediately checked the date on her watch and saw that it was March 1st.

"So did he tell you his fantasy yet?" she asked anxiously.

I smiled and slowly reached into my purse, torturing her, as I extracted the single piece of paper from my purse. She immediately snatched it out of my hand and I had another drink from my Margarita as her eyes raced over the words on the page.

When she was done she handed the paper back to me with a look of concern on her face. "Well he certainly has raised the bar with this one hasn't he? So what do you think about all this?"

I was confused by her reaction expecting her to be all for this adventure, but perhaps if I had offended Michelle I should rethink this whole game. "Er well I am kind of excited by the idea actually," I stammered wondering if maybe I had made a horrible mistake in telling her this. She could think I was crazy or a freak. I never expected her reaction to be negative.

Immediately her complexion changed and she beamed at me. "Really?" she asked. "Holy shit that's great. I thought you wanted me to help you get out of this game of yours."

"Well actually I was hoping you could give me some advice on how to make it come true for him." I replied feeling the relief flow into me.

Michelle squealed with delight. "Fuck yeah I'll help you. I think this is the hottest thing I have ever heard of a woman doing for a man." She immediately picked up her cell phone and pushed speed dial. After a few seconds someone answered and Michelle spoke quickly into her phone, "Hi Sally, this is Michelle. Listen I have a bit of a personal emergency and I am taking the today and tomorrow off. Please tell Rick. Thanks."

She hung up and handed me the phone and told me to call my office and tell them I'm sick or something. I stared at her stunned; not expecting this to happen so fast. I took the phone from her but hesitated dialing. "What are you doing?" I asked.

"Helping you to find a stripper to fuck your boyfriend of course," she said smiling at me, and motioning me to start dialing.

"Today?" I asked stunned again.

"Hell yeah babe. I could not work anymore today if I wanted to. And neither could you and you know it. Make the call and let's get this show on the road. And don't worry you will be back day after tomorrow."

I shook my head in disbelief, but found myself calling into work for the first time in two years. Michelle lay 25 dollars on the table for our drinks and lunch and was putting on her coat by the time I hung up.

I put my coat on and followed her out the door not knowing what the hell was going on, but feeling very excited at this turn of events. We crossed the street and went down a set of stairs into the parking garage. I got into her car and we pulled into light mid afternoon traffic. She headed south on Lake Shore and got on the Stevenson Expressway.

Finally I asked her, "Where the hell are we going Michelle?"

She looked at me grinning like the devil and said, "St. Louis."

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Six hours later we were crossing the Mississippi River into St. Louis. I ogled at the size of the arch framed against a partly cloudy sky that I had previously only seen in pictures. I had questioned Michelle at length about the nature of this unscheduled trip, but she had only told me that it would be more exciting for me to just go with the flow.

This frustrated me, but she was right. My imagination was running wild with possible scenarios.

She directed the car off of the expressway and into an upscale hotel's valet lane. We got out and she handed the keys to the bellman. We each grabbed our overnight bag that we had hastily packed and checked in.

Our room was very elegant with two queen sized beds. Michelle began unpacking and told me to do the same. She told me to relax it was going to be a few hours. I was dying of curiosity, but did not pursue questioning her anymore. I unpacked as she suggested as she ordered a bottle of wine from room service. She immediately stripped to a pair of panties and a t-shirt and lounged on the bed closest to the window channel surfing on TV.

I smiled at her lay on the bed adjacent to hers. The wine came and she answered the door in her underwear. After signing she returned to the room with two glasses giggling, "I think the room service guy approves of my ass."

I laughed with her and we enjoyed the wine and caught up on some events of our lives, not talking about the one thing I was dying to know. What was coming next? What had she planned? Had she planned anything? What was she up to?

After another bottle of wine and a club sandwich again from room service I was feeling a bit tipsy, and in an up for anything state of mind. I suspected this is exactly what Michelle was waiting for. She knew me pretty well and I suspected was plying me with alcohol to prepare for the nights festivities. Michelle was still in nothing but panties and a t-shirt and I found myself admiring her long sexy legs. I could see the outlines of her nipples through the t-shirt, and I wondered if she knew she was giving quite a show to the room service people. I also noticed the pronounced absence of any kind of outline of pubic hair. I found myself tingling as I looked at her.

"Jesus get a hold of yourself Sara," I thought to myself as I caught myself openly staring at her legs, pussy, and tits.

I shook off the moment, and she must have noticed because she looked at me grinning and said, "Would you like to see my ass too?" She immediately turned over and pulled her panties down mooning me briefly and erupted into a howl of laughter.

I was blushing and cringing inside at the thought of her knowing I was almost drooling over her body. I stammered out an apology feeling very self conscious.

She just laughed and said, "Don't worry about it Sara. I'm flattered. Besides you're just a bit drunk and horny as hell." I blushed harder as she finally told me, "Hit the showers babe. We leave in an hour. And no masturbating in there." I smiled still blushing and rushed to the bathroom.

I exited the shower wrapped in a towel and Michelle was laying clothes out on the bed. I noticed that on my bed were a set of clothes I had never seen before. There was a very tight fitting t-shirt, a blouse with a plunging neckline, a very very short skirt and a pair of thong panties.

She grinned at me and told me that she was dressing me tonight and not to argue. I could not believe that these clothes would fit me. Michelle darted into the bathroom leaving me to dress.

An hour later we departed our room dressed in the sexiest clothes I have ever worn. I was both aroused and self conscious, but another glass of wine tipped the scales more toward aroused. We looked like two sluts ready for a party, and perhaps that is exactly what we were. I still had no idea where we were going.

As we exited the hotel lobby a limo was waiting for us. I was shocked. I knew Michelle made lots of money, but this was crazy. I felt a little bad about her spending this kind of cash on me. When I told her this she waved me away dismissively telling me this is the most fun she has had in years.

I got in the back of the limo and Michelle immediately poured us two stiff drinks from the mini bar. The driver was smiling at us, definitely pleased to be chauffeuring us around rather than their usual dry middle aged business men.

The driver introduced himself as Rick. He was a 20 something black man with broad shoulders and a mischievous smile. He had short hair and was built like a Nubian god. He was in a word "SEXY," and I wondered if Michelle had also arranged for the driver to be so sexy.

Michelle handed the driver a slip of paper with an address on it. The driver looked at Michelle and then me and then again at the paper. He smiled knowingly and pulled out into traffic.

Two minutes later we were across the river again in the middle of nowhere. I was definitely confused as to why we were heading out of St. Louis. The car ride went on and on down a country road for about 20 minutes until we came into a small town that reminded me of Las Vegas only smaller.

Immediately there were strip clubs on both sides of the road, covered in bright neon. The stark and immediate contrast from dark farmland to neon signs of strip clubs was intense. I stared out the window taking it all in. I had no idea places like this existed.

"Where are we Michelle?" I asked.

She smiled back and said, "Oz baby. I found this place a couple of years ago when I traveled down here on business. The guys wanted to go out and we ended up here."

I continued to stare out the window with neon signs proclaiming things like, "Live Nude Girls" and "Massage Land." After a minute, we turned off of the main road and into a dark parking lot behind one of the smaller buildings.

My stomach was doing flip flops at the thought of going into one of these places. Michelle sensed my nervousness and squeezed my hand. The driver opened our door and let us out. He was grinning ear to ear as he saw our short skirts up close and his mind must have been reeling lecherously at the thought of us going inside.

"Be careful ladies," was all he said.

"Would you like to come in and protect us Rick?" Michelle asked him grinning.

"Are you serious?" he asked obviously torn between professionalism and the thought of going inside with the fun.

Michelle leaned into him closely letting her body almost touch his and whispered into his ear, "Very serious Rick." And then she did something I will never forget. She quickly licked his earlobe. I would have missed it if I had not been standing right there, but the message it sent was clear.

Rick immediately took off his driver's jacket and threw it in the passenger seat. "Lead on ladies," was all he said.

Entering the club was an assault on the senses in every way. The lights were dim and the room was smoky. A bar ran the length of one wall and 6 stages were set up in the center of the room. Disco lights blinked everywhere and the music throbbed through the room. The main stage was at the far end of the building and at the time we walked in a beautiful brunette was dancing in nothing but a g-string as a group of men fed her dollar bills.

The other stages were also filled with women dancing in various states of undress. Loud music blared as a DJ encouraged the guys to get one on one dances in the VIP room. I lit a cigarette (something I rarely do) and followed Michelle to a table off in one corner of the main room.

Rick followed us, but Michelle asked him to sit across from us so that we could talk without being overheard. He was more than happy to sit anywhere we liked. I sat down on a chair and immediately a waitress dressed in stockings and a tight corset asked us what we wanted. Michelle ordered us three vodka tonics.

She was smiling watching my reaction to the new environment. I leaned over and said, "Holy shit this place is crazy."

"Yep, but wait it gets crazier," she said.

I watched in amazement as the woman on the stage closest to us stripped off her clothes. She was probably no more than 20 and stunningly beautiful in a slutty way. As the music progressed she slowly revolved around the stage taking off the bikini top that barely contained her tits. She continued to dance, occasionally leaning down to pluck dollar bills from the men surrounding the stage with her boobs.

My mouth was dry and I was mesmerized by the shear sexuality of this woman. I watched her continue to increase the intensity of her dance by spreading her legs for her patrons and touching the tiny triangle of fabric that covered her sex. More money came out of the men as she continued her dance.

Michelle placed her hand on my forearm and squeezed gently. I glanced at her and she too was watching the stripper. She nodded for me to watch her closely. As the song wound down she slowly and teasingly pulled at the strings on her hips that held up her g-string. My mouth fell open as her g-string fell away and she stood completely nude on stage, much to the joy of her male patrons. Rick was drooling. I was mesmerized. And Michelle continued to gently squeeze my forearm.

The stripper lay on her back on the stage rubbing her tits and hard nipples as the music throbbed. Her legs parted and she completely exposed herself to everyone in the room. Her fingers moved lower across her stomach. Her pubic hair was shaved in a perfect heart, and her clit was clearly visible. Her fingers found her clit and worked in small circles. Her hips bucked as dollar bills showered her. As the song began to wind down her body convulsed and shuttered in orgasm.

Rick's cock was visible through his trousers and my own clit was on fire. My panties were drenched, and I wondered if Michelle was enjoying this as much as me. I glanced to her and saw her rocking on her chair sensuously.

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I had a 4 hour drive home after leaving my sister’s house, and as nice as my trip was, I was glad to be heading home. My head was pounding lightly from the Margaritas and hot tubbing the night before. Rachel did not mention our nude hot-tubbing adventure and neither did I. I figured she was a bit embarrassed so both her mother and I let it go.

I took a long drink of my diet coke as I drove across miles of nothing that epitomized central Illinois. The day was warm and I was wearing a pair of comfy white cotton shorts, still without underwear, a light blue t-shirt without bra, and listening to classic rock while a warm breeze filled my car.

It would be nice to get home and see Ron.

Now there was a thought. Now that I had sobered up and re-read his latest little fantasy, my heart raced every time I thought of it. I watched the movie on the internet again before I left my sister’s house, and part of me was wondering was this getting out of control? But yet another part of me imagined myself on my knees taking those men, letting them cover me in cum, use me for no other purpose than for an instant of sexual gratification. I felt sexual (powerful?) knowing that I was filling their minds with fodder for their fantasies as I kneeled, covered in their seed, as if worshiping their cocks. It turned me on to think that ten years from now a guy I had not thought of in years would be somewhere jerking off and thinking of my face.

Jesus I was wet at the thought. Am I really like this? My God what is happening to me? Deep down I knew that these feelings were…… what? Wrong? Five months ago I would have thought so. No I would have been certain, but now… I don’t know anymore. In the moment I am so turned on…so sexual. Maybe I am over thinking it. I would not call it wrong anymore, just non-traditional I guess. Yes “non traditional” has a nice innocuous sound to it.

Who was I kidding? I have done some freaky shit in the past few months. I fucked a bunch of guys (and girls) while my boyfriend watched and participated. Why? Who was I becoming? Was this about love or lust? Was I being used? Was I using Ron? Was I really this way? Was I normal (whatever that is)? Shit.

What probably scared me the most was the fact that I was really falling for this guy. We connected on a deeply sexual level, but also there was more to it. We trusted each other and I felt secure with him like never before. Was this sexual adventure giving me freedom to love on a whole new level? I never worried about him cheating on me. Hell how can you cheat when your lover finds strippers for you to fuck. I also knew that a fuck was a fuck, but we shared something deeper.

Or maybe I am the world’s biggest sucker to buy into that line of thinking. Maybe he was using me as a toy. Maybe I was not the first player of the game with Ron, although I knew that this was not true deep down. Fucking maybes.

And then there was the risk to the game. What if someone ever found out? Someone like Mary, Rachel, or the people I worked with. Jesus, I could only imagine the shit I would catch from any and all of those people. Yet that part of the game made it exciting to play. Without risk there can be no thrills in life. This was getting complicated.

What I was struggling with is the question, “Is what I am doing going to have negative consequences, or was this a healthy, albeit non-traditional, expression between two people in a relationship.” Answer: I don’t fucking know.

I was excited, turned on, and terrified of the metaphorical road we were racing down. I just hoped that the bridge wasn’t out.

The low gas light flickered on my dashboard indicating I was about 30 miles short of taking a long walk. I exited the highway at the next opportunity still lost in my troubled thoughts.

There was one lonely gas station at the exit I took surrounded by miles of flat fields that still stood brown and empty. I pulled into the station next to the one set of lonely gas pumps and got out of the car. The station was about ten years behind the times and there was no “pay at the pump” option. I sighed realizing I had to go into the small convenient store to pay, and probably would be ogled by a dirty, overweight attendant. I giggled to myself knowing I was “going commando” as Rachel so eloquently put it earlier that morning and thought, “What the hell. Give the guy a thrill.”

I pumped 15 dollars of gas into my car and grabbed my purse and went inside. The inside of the store was slightly smoky as a cigarette burned down in an ash try behind the counter. The store was crammed full of gondolas of preserved food and stale chips. The attendant much to my surprise was a young woman who looked to be about 19 years old. Somewhere through the back door was another person as I could hear shuffling around through an open doorway.

The woman was pretty but was clearly not the brightest bulb in the bunch. She wore tight “Daisy Duke” jean shorts and a tube top that was two sizes to small. She looked sexy as hell, as only a 19 year old can pull off and there was an instant where I thought of her as a slutty and ignorant version of Rachel.

I approached the counter and she smiled at me looking both embarrassed and flushed. She wore a nametag that read, “Amy” in the do it yourself sticker tape that I had often played with as a child.

I smiled back a bit confused by her reaction and said, “Hello”.

Immediately through the door a handsome young man about her age emerged from the stock room, and from the state of his clothes and open zipper, I realized I had just interrupted something. The boy was muscular, thin, and fit. He wore blue overalls with the name “Daryl” printed above the breast pocket.

“What can I do you for?”, the Midwestern yokel asked zipping up his fly.

I smiled at the absurdity of the question and said, “No need to do me today, just got some gas. I am sure you can do her instead though.” I nodded toward the girl. The boy obviously did not get the innuendo or the play on words but merely cocked his head to one side and scooped my Mastercard that I had put on the counter.

The girl blushed a deeper shade of red (clearly a few IQ points ahead of her boyfriend) and found the magazine rack clearly needed her attention and moved away from me. Meanwhile Mr. IQ noticed my tits and stared at them as if he were a starving dog in a hotdog factory.

“Sorry missy, but we ain’t got no machine for this here card. Cash only.”

“You’re kidding.” I said incredulously.

“Nope. Got a sign and everythin’”, he said pointing toward a 3X5 index card that looked coffee stained and was taped on the side of the cash register. In block letters that no one could read from farther than 3 feet away, the “sign” clearly said, “No Credit or Checks. Cash Only.”

“You must not be from ‘round here. Huh?”, Daryl said all the while continuing to admire my body.

I rummaged through my purse and came up with 3.43 in change and one crumpled dollar bill. Damn I hate the country.

“No Daryl I am not from around here, and it looks like I am in need of a bank or cash machine. Do you happen to have one of those ‘round here?” I asked getting irritated.

“Well there’s the dairy mart up the road. They got one of them ATM machines.”, Daryl replied. “But they ain’t open till tomorrow, it bein’ Sunday and all.”

I shook my head at the absurdity of him giving me directions to a place that was not even open. “Well Daryl, I think we have a problem. You see I don’t have any money, and you can’t take my credit card. So how about you take down my address and phone number and when I get home I will send you a money order for my gas.”

Daryl cocked his head considering for a moment and taking another opportunity to look at my tits.

“Daryl, as interesting as you find my tits, I don’t think they are going to help in this situation.”, I said trying to direct his line of sight a bit further north.

Daryl frowned obviously irritated at my comment. “Ladies down here don’t talk like that.”

“Well we have already established that I am not from here.” I replied growing more irritated.

Amy moved back behind the counter and toward Daryl obviously interested in our exchange, or perhaps just marking her territory. Apparently her curiosity about me was stronger than her embarrassment of me catching her in the middle of fucking Daryl.

Daryl glanced at the girl and then back to me. I could see the wheels turning behind his eyes, and I wondered what he was thinking. He did the double take again and I recognized the look in his eyes of smoldering lust.

For the first time since I walked into the place, I felt a shiver go through me as if sensing something amiss. I glanced around and I suddenly felt very alone in the store, and I was very aware of how nearly naked I was in nothing but a thin pair of shorts and t-shirt. My anger subsided and was replaced with a tingle of anxiety. What was going to happen here?

A shiver went through me again, not of fear but something close to it. My nipples tingled under my thin t-shirt. I was suddenly aware of every brush of fabric against my chest. My nipples became aroused against my will, and I had to cross my arms in front of my chest to avoid displaying the fact that I wore no bra.

The hairs on my legs although shaved two days ago stood on end as I watched Daryl and Amy whisper in conspiratorial tones. Amy shook her head twice as if to say, “No.”, but eventually Daryl seemed to convince her of his point of view.

Without being aware of it I had slowly backed away from the counter and my ass was against the frozen ice cream cooler. Something inside of me was screaming to get the hell out of there, and hours later I would be asking myself why I didn’t.

Conflicting emotions raced through me. I recognized the adrenaline rush I felt as my fight or flight reflex screamed at me. But there was something more. Something deep under the surface that kept me from running out of that dingy gas station. God help me I was aroused. I had caught those two fucking and now Daryl wanted me.

What was worse a small part of me loved the fact that he wanted me. I was nervous and afraid, but if I was completely honest with myself, I had to admit that in the animal part of my brain, I loved the fact that this young and handsome boy wanted nothing more than to fuck me right now. It made me feel wanted and sexual, depraved and wanton, and God help me I was getting off on those feelings. Tingles ran through my body. My nipples reacted and my pussy salivated.

Daryl then looked at me with lustful eyes as Amy stood beside him looking both amused and nervous. “How about we work out some sorta payment plan?”

My mouth went dry knowing what he was thinking.

“What did you have in mind?”, I heard myself reply in an unsteady voice that made me feel less in control of this situation than I had since I left my car.

Daryl could sense my weakness and it fed both his lust for me and his confidence. I looked at Amy gauging her position in this developing situation. Would she really stand there and watch while her boyfriend fucked me? I looked in her eyes and saw no hope of respite there. She would let Daryl do to me anything he wished and some part of her would enjoy it.

“How about I pay for yer gas right now outta my own pocket, but I think I deserve somethin’ in return.” Daryl said lecherously dropping a dirty ten dollar bill and five ones on the counter in front of him. “You know the sayin’ girl. Gas, Grass, or Ass.” he said smiling as if I would be impressed with his wit.

I stared at the money. Fifteen lousy bucks. He wanted to fuck me for fifteen bucks. Why the hell did I ever come in here? The depravity of his offer hit me like a punch in the gut. Butterflies filled my stomach and I realized I wasn’t breathing. Why was I even still here? What was I thinking?

I froze. That is the only way to describe it. I couldn’t speak, move, or even think. A war was being waged inside me. Deep down every reasonable and rational part of my being was screaming NO. But even deeper there was another voice that was both scary and powerful. A hedonistic voice that spoke of its own volition and existed only to feed the most decadent and insatiable desires of the human condition.

I was frozen. Two voices: one reasonable and safe; another that only wanted deeply. Sweat broke out across my upper lip as I envisioned Daryl naked. His muscular body pressed against me. I could almost feel him inside me with my mind. My heart was racing and my body reacting strongly to the pornographic images that flashed through my head.

Daryl misunderstood my confusion and frozen state to be acceptance of his offer. He turned to Amy, who now looked less sure of herself now that the offer was on the table. “Close the door girl. We gonna live out those things we sometimes talked about right now.”

Amy shuffled out from behind the counter and I heard and audible “Click” as the door was closed and locked. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her flip the “Open” sign to “Closed”.

Daryl was visibly excited. His cock expanded in his overalls and the outline of his manhood was pressed tightly against his jeans. His cock was big and thick, and I imagined being impaled upon it.

He moved to me slowly as Amy stood 5 feet away watching. “God Daryl are you really gonna fuck her?”, she asked.

“Yeah baby. You know you want me to don’t you? Didn’t ya say it would be hot? Didn’t you say you might like to do it with me and a girl like her?”, he replied to his girlfriend never taking his eyes off me.

“Gawd Daryl you’re so intense.” Amy replied.

Understanding flashed through my mind. They had been fucking and Daryl probably told her about a fantasy of fucking another girl. She had apparently agreed that it would be something she would like.

I looked at her fully for the first time and saw the heat in her eyes as well as his. She was on a “cherry” high much like the one I had experienced a few months before. There can only be one first time, and this was hers.

Her desire fed my own hedonistic voice in my mind and reality and rationality succumbed to desire.

Daryl was close now and I could feel his desire billowing off of him like heat from a forest fire. He was on a high of his own. Commingled with the male fantasy of ménage au trios, was the desire to do something so “wrong” as to take another woman with his girlfriend.

I was hot as hell and could not imagine letting this scenario stop prematurely. I would fuck them both. I knew it. Reason had left the building.

The thought of being their first time got me off. This was masturbation fodder for a lifetime. The thrill of being with strangers was intoxicating and overwhelming. Hell none of us would ever remember each other’s name’s a year from now. But right now, in the moment, we were connected by one common emotion: desire.

Daryl stood in front of me, but made no move to touch me. I could smell a hint of his cologne and met his eyes. He appeared unsure of what to do next. He had played his cards, bluffing well, up to this point, but he was not willing to rape me. I could leave right now, and he wouldn’t stop me. I could see it in his eyes. Feel it in his soul, if that is possible.

It was up to me. And I chose.

I leaned forward and grabbed his thick cock through his denim overalls and said, “Fifteen bucks; Fifteen Minutes. Make them count.”

His eyes bulged both at my grab and my words, but he wasted no time. His hands went to my shirt and he roughly pulled the t-shirt up over my head exposing my breasts. Amy inhaled sharply at the suddenness of the moment. Daryl pushed my back against the cooler and lowered his mouth to my hardened nipples. His tongue rolled roughly across my swollen nipples causing me to inhale sharply. I felt his hard dick against my crotch and I obscenely ground against him.

Amy moved forward toward us. I could see her watching us with curiosity and awe. The look on her face was indescribably beautiful. I watched her over Daryl’s head as he mauled my nipples roughly, his need increasing with each swirl of his tongue across my quivering flesh. I bit my bottom lip to avoid crying out my own excitement. My shorts were soaking in a flood of my own juices.

Amy was right behind him now. She watched my pleasure as Daryl’s fingers found my burning pussy through the fabric of my shorts. I reached out slowly and took her hand in mine.

“God Damn Daryl. She’s lovin’ it.”, Amy said in stunned syllables.

The sound of Amy’s voice seemed to interrupt Daryl. It was like he forgot she was there, and he probably had. He then turned to Amy; his cock still straining to be set free. I stood upright from the cooler and the three of us stood in an equilateral triangle. Amy was to my left and Daryl to my right. He leaned over and kissed her hard on the mouth and grunted hotly, “Tell me you like watchin’ me with this here slut. You like it don’t ya?”.

Amy looked at me to see if I was offended at being called a slut. I almost laughed at the absurdity of it. I was a slut. Instead of laughing I reached out and took Amy’s right breast in my hand and deftly tweeked her nipple in a way only another woman could truly appreciate.

“Yeah Amy, you want to see your boyfriend fuck this slut, don’t you?”, I asked her. It was her turn to bite her bottom lip, but she nodded. Then I leaned in and kissed her on the mouth much like Daryl had done. She kissed back immediately and I knew that this was not only Daryl’s fantasy, but hers as well (although Daryl was probably not bright enough to see Amy’s fantasy was to be with a woman; and not just watch her boyfriend fuck a slut.)

“Damn girl. You are crazy wild.”, Daryl said not knowing who he was talking to. I continued to kiss Amy deeply, our tongues intertwined. She explored my mouth eagerly and shivered at my every touch. I began unbuttoning her blouse and revealed a perfect body.

Her stomach was flat and tanned. She had full 36 c cup breasts that were hidden under her “work uniform”. I massaged her breasts as we kissed exciting her nipples further.

Daryl moved behind me and pulled my shorts down exposing me completely. Immediately Amy’s hand went to my sopping pussy. A convulsive orgasm swept through me as her fingers entered me. Amy was licking my mouth and fucking me with her fingers. Daryl was not much more than an audience, much to his chagrin.

As I recovered from the explosion in my pussy, Daryl decided to become a more active participant. He grabbed my shoulders from behind and urgently pushed me toward the counter. I moaned as he bent me over the counter forcefully holding my golden hair in his fist, my cheek pressed hard against the Formica countertop. He entered my sopping cunt a second later spreading my pussy open forcefully, using me for only his own urgent need for pleasure.

Amy stripped out of her shirt and shorts and came to the other side of the counter. She watched me taking Daryl’s cock hard. I slammed myself back against him, impaling myself on his thick cock, returning his violent entry into me with an equally violent need to feel him deep in the core of my hot pussy.

I was grunting with each of Daryl’s thrusts that filled me completely. The tip of his cock slammed into my cervix with every thrust and the mixture of pain and pleasure was delectably intense. I was pinned against the counter, face down, as Daryl held me by the back of my hair and slammed his thick cock into me. I willingly submitted to the violent fuck I was being dealt. He spanked my ass as he took me leaving stinging hand prints on my butt cheeks.

Amy was rubbing her own pussy through her underwear as she watched us like her own personal porno movie. “Take it off bitch.” I grunted at her as Daryl rammed me harder.

Amy immediately stripped off her panties and discarded them. It was as if I had given her permission to fulfill her own desires. Daryl watched her over my shoulders as he fucked me doggie style on the counter like an animal.

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The warmth of her body next to mine was sublime. I could not sleep. I softly stroked her silky skin as my mind constantly replayed the exquisite sexuality of what we had just shared.

I knew I would not forget this night. Never. I had never dreamed of such extraordinary things happening to me. Or of how abandoned and wanton I would become. Before I was… Well, I was young, unsure, and little scared. Then slowly, eventually, desire overcame my restraint, lust banished my inhibitions. I willingly, enthusiastically, became ensnared in this, to me at the time, deeply forbidden sensuality and lust. I was seduced.

The train hurtled into blackness again. Lighting flashed from the dark tunnel walls into the carriage as we passed them, visually creating that old-fashioned and romantic strobe effect, that is so reminiscent of old movies.

I sighed deeply for the thousandth time, as the light flashed over and over again across the sleeping face of Gilly lying next to me. The flickering light caught and illuminated her fine features and stylishly short-cut auburn hair. Her clear skin appeared translucently porcelain in the cold light as she nestled against my bare breast. The rocking motion of the train pressed her cheek against me rhythmically, the breath from her lips causing my still sensitive nipple, only millimetres away, to harden expectantly against her face once again.

I was seventeen at the time, my first trip away from home with all the excitement that brings. I was very pretty, no sense in being falsely modest now, although at the time I don't believe I realised just how pretty I was. Not too tall and not too short, with nicely shaped breasts that could be described by men as pert I suppose, and a figure that was, well, it was balanced.

I had long highlighted dark hair that rested upon my shoulders, framing a face that was kinda round and, I have been told, kinda cute. Brown eyes and a small nose completed the picture. No real WOW factor then, nothing dramatic, but overall, definitely attractive. And my best feature? Well, I did have, and still have for that matter, nicely shaped and smooth long legs. Which even now, I do love to show off, given just half a chance!

What was I doing on that train? Well, I was getting away from my boyfriend, that's what. He had taken me on holiday to the French Alps for a ski holiday. And, of course, to take my cherry. Just like an idiot, and just like countless women before me, I knew that, but thought that was not everything he was after. That maybe he wanted me for myself, and not just for my pussy. Not that I was unenthusiastic, I wanted my cherry taken badly, but it was just such a disappointment when it finally happened. I suppose he was young - and inexperienced just as I was - so perhaps in retrospect, I shouldn't be so hard on the guy. It took Gilly, and her husband, Andre, to show me and make me understand what it was I was missing.

They were both French; well, they would be this being France. I am English, did I forget to tell you that? And I had left my boyfriend to ski by himself, finally tired of his crude and selfish demands on my body. So I was fairly depressed, and I was alone. Figuratively and actually, sitting in this sleeping compartment, going home. And that's when they walked into my life and changed it forever.

Gilly walked in first, followed by her husband, and they both sat down next to each other and opposite me. They had discovered I was English the moment they entered when they asked me if the compartment was free and, and as soon as they discovered my fractured French, they switched effortlessly to English Which, I have to say, they spoke in that particularly sexy way the French do when speaking English. Andre's voice was a low growl which made my skin tingle, while Gill's was soft and almost husky. I found them both immediately attractive. The French accent is deliciously sexy, and now, for reasons I will shortly explain, it is forever an aphrodisiac to me.

As they sat down, they openly looked me over from head to toe, then turned to each other with what looked like a private smile, before turning back to me and asked me why I was alone, did I not have a boyfriend? I felt my face flush, as much from the openly appreciative looks I was receiving as from the direct question. I stammered out some form of explanation, which they seemed to accept. We chatted and after about an hour, Andre disappeared and returned with a bottle of wine and three glasses. I had relaxed more now and was enjoying our conversation. We had the whole night to pass before we reached Paris, so why not? And the French drink wine like we do water. So they are used to it, but I definitely was not.

By about midnight, we were all inebriated and laughing continuously. I felt as though I had known them for years. We had locked the compartment door and had settled down for the night. The beds were lowered and we sat upon them, continuing to drink our wine. Gilly was wearing a long dress, cut provocatively almost to her waist, and as she sat she would often cross and uncross her lovely legs. I found myself unable not to steal glances, watching her every movement. She moved in a fluid, sensual way, never hurried, always elegant. I felt clumsy by comparison.

She would often rest her hand on her husband's thigh as she talked, sometimes rather high I thought, as her fingers would gently caress his upper leg. Andre appeared not to notice. But, was it my imagination, or was that a growing bulge I detected inside his pants? I quickly moved my eyes away and glanced up to find Andre had spotted my stare. Embarrassed at been caught openly staring, I glanced quickly at Gill but she just smiled at me, and offered me some more wine. Nevertheless, I could feel my face flushing hotly once again. As she offered me the wine she leaned forward and placed her cool free hand upon my knee as if to balance, but the touch made me tingle in those hidden places like suppressed electricity.

She looked up at my face, then, putting the wine down, she pushed a stray hair from my forehead.

"You are feeling alright, Jane?" She asked me, looking concerned.

Being so close to me now, I breathed in her perfume, the scent from her, the effect of the wine and my heightened state, made me almost dizzy.

"No, no, really I am fine, just a little hot..." I managed to croak in reply, my mind spinning, from the wine or excitement I do not know.

"I think you have too much wine, no?" She told me with a smile as she sat back.

I swallowed, my throat dry, and nodded.

"Just sit back and relax Jane, close your eyes, it will pass..."

I did just that, my head against the vibrating wall, as I tried to steady myself. It was just the wine, and my hormones, I told myself. I will be all right in a few seconds. But the touch of her hand on my leg replayed itself in my mind. I could not explain the thrill of excitement it had given me. I felt hot, and not just on my face, that most secret part of me was burning and definitely moist. I did not consider myself at all gay, but had, like most women, wondered what it would be like to go with another woman.

They were, in fact, both terribly attractive to me. What was wrong with me? Was all this simply the wine? Andre was very good looking, sophisticated and intelligent. All were individually good points, but in this combination, simply devastating. I saw him more than once cast an approving eye over my body, especially towards my legs, encased as they were in a very short skirt. And I admit I teased him, briefly showing him glimpses of the top of my legs from time to time. I felt safe; he was with his wife after all. But then, I had also caught Gilly staring at my legs and at my breasts also. These were plainly visible; my top shirt buttons open revealing the smooth shape of the top of my cleavage. I wore no bra and my nipples had sprung to attention, brushing teasingly against the fabric, making them even more erect and prominent. She had seen me catch her glance, and had just smiled another devilish smile directly back at me. I had flushed in embarrassment yet again, to my annoyance. And more in a little excitement it has to be admitted.

I sighed to myself, opened my eyes and looked up to see them both engaged in a kiss. A really deep kiss, a very sensuous kiss. I watched them, my eyes widening as she leaned across him and kissed him. She was sitting on his left and, as she kissed him, she rested her hand on his shoulder. It seemed obvious to me that she had initiated the kiss. I looked away, not wanting to invade their privacy, but my eyes dragged themselves back despite my good intentions. I gave up and watched.

Her hand moved up to the side of his hidden face, caressing him. It was terribly intense and highly erotic to me. I felt again that I shouldn't be watching, but the erotic display before me, simply enslaved me. As I watched, she slid her hand down his arm to his thigh and then incredibly, brazenly, she massaged the bulge of his crotch, which even to my innocent eyes seemed packed with something very large. My mouth dropped open at this sexy display being performed in front of me. I looked up from her fondling hand only to see Gilly looking back at me with a dreamy half-smile. Andre was now kissing her neck. She licked her lips slowly at me and then closed her eyes. My embarrassment was now replaced by a hot wetness in my pants as I watched entranced.

Gilly's hand was now working Andre's zipper, working it down, trying to release the captured erection clearly outlined now. My heart was beating hard as I watched her release his cock from within its confines. Her hand snaked inside and slowly pulled out his penis. Once free, it almost seemed to spring out, unbending itself into a vertical vision of desire, a lovely shaped penis with a magnificent and purple mushroom of a head, crowning the thick corded shaft. I gulped, my mouth suddenly dry at the sight. My boyfriend had nothing on this monster. Gilly ran her fingers lightly along its full length as she returned to kiss his mouth. Then, slowly, she lowered her head to his lap and kissed the tip of his wonderful cock. I watched her pink tongue flick out, tasting around the tip as Andre let his head fall back against the seat, abandoning himself to her pleasure giving. I heard him moan in satisfaction at her kisses. His cock-head glistened with the wet saliva from her tongue as she lapped around the head, as it twitched and jerked with her every teasing touch.

My hand was inside my shirt now, twisting one very erect nipple; the other hand snaked down between my legs. I didn't care anymore, this was just too erotic to miss out on. I saw Gilly look at me and smile that smile of hers once again and then she lowered her lips over his cock and sucked in the head, watching me all the while as she did so. Down she went, the shaft of his cock disappearing deeper into her mouth, her eyes fixed on mine, but no further than half way, as she withdrew slowly, revealing now a very wet, deliciously twitching penis.

Then she snaked an arm towards me, offering me her hand. As I took it, she pulled me over to her, closer. Her hand went around my neck as she pulled my head down to her own and kissed me full on the lips. I resisted at first, never having kissed a woman before, a little scared, and my desire fighting my caution. Desire won, her lips touched mine again, softness unknown to me before. I closed my eyes as I melted. It was electric. Her tongue darted between my lips, fought, then captured and danced with my tongue. Soon I was sucking her writhing tongue with abandon, all caution thrown to the winds.

She broke the kiss, drew back slightly and brought Andre's cock to her lips, quickly sucking in the head once again, then withdrew and offered the throbbing dick held in her hands between us, to my face. I stared at the pulsing cock, then back at Gilly. She saw my hesitation, and again pulled my head down and brought my lips to his cock. It was her cock really, as it was under her control. I opened my lips slightly as she moved the cock with her hand, rubbing its hardness against my opening mouth. I flicked my tongue and tasted the heat, then wider as Gilly guided its head between my teeth. I needed no more encouragement than that. I hungrily took the throbbing tip into me and sucked it into my mouth.

It filled me, its heat electrifying, as I suckled on that soft but hard head of hot cock. I looked up to see Gill watching me with her half-closed eyes as I devoured her husband's penis. She leant forward and licked at its shaft, up to where I was swallowing the tip. I released the cock between us, as we both licked around the cock-head together. Over the top we went, meeting with our lips, kissing, sucking on each other's darting, searching tongues, then back to devour the thick cock between us in turns. Andre was moaning, his groans sending more shivers of excitement through me as I felt the tension increase in his cock, growing bigger, expanding more with his passion. Feverishly we both now sucked on his penis, two, three sucks each, as we passed the engorged penis back and forth between us. Gilly was now moving her hand and mine as we both gripped the thick shaft, rubbing feverishly and quickly up and down the long length. He was close, and then I felt it, and at the same instant, Andre moaned out noisily, as the thick shaft pulsed in my hand as he ejaculated in a thick stream up into the air. Semen flew everywhere as pulse after pulse flew out assisted by our pumping hands. Gilly hungrily watched the first few spurts before closing her mouth over the tip to catch and swallow her husband's spurting climax. She then withdrew and offered me the still pulsing dick, which I also sucked hungrily on, and was rewarded with the taste of two more gushes of hot cum on my lips, the slightly salty taste delicious. The head softened slightly, deflating with the release of passion, but still I sucked, draining him, until the softening cock slipped out.

As soon as it did, Gilly kissed me. Full and deeply, then all over my face, I did the same for her, and we fell back onto the opposite bed. My bed. She was on top of me. She moved down my neck, kissing me all the time, down to the valley of my breasts. I lay back panting, letting her have her way with me. I didn't care anymore and I cried out as she found first one nipple, sucking it fiercely, twirling its hardness with her tongue, and leaving it, moving to the next one, repeating her torture again.

My shirt was open fully now, my breasts free, as she took advantage of them now, swallowing them whole, the soft flesh enveloped inside her hot mouth. She left them, her lips trailing down my belly, down to that place that cried out for her touch. Her hands raised my skirt, hooked under my panties, pulled them down quickly over my legs. The cool air touched my hot pussy erotically, as I lay bare to her gaze. But only for a second as the coolness of the air upon my swollen pussy lips was quickly replaced by the heat of her hot breath. And the soft touch from her lips. Then her darting tongue dipped into me and I cried out at the new raw sensation. She expertly found my clit and tortured it remorselessly. Flicking the tender nub. Fire leaped up into my belly as she worked on me. I clamped my legs around her waist, drawing her into me, wanting her deeper, wanting her to fill me. I came explosively then, shuddering against her mouth, crushing her into me, again and again I came, how many times I don't recall, it seemed to last forever, such was the intensity of my release.

I had never before felt that much pleasure, for the first time I lost my senses in its release, as waves washed over me, I lay shuddering in her arms. I felt other arms caress me, and discovered Andre lay alongside, I had forgotten completely about him in my passion. He kissed and fondled my back and sides as he undressed me completely. Gilly undressed also and soon all three of us were naked together. I lay in between them, Andre behind me, stoking me gently. I kissed and caressed Gilly for the first time, exploring her smallish firm breasts with their large erect nipples. Teased them, as I teased my own, and was rewarded by her soft moans. I bent my head and took one of them into my mouth, as she offered them to me, the first time I had tasted a woman's soft breast. It was delicious and exciting, so unexpectedly warm and erotic, as I let my tongue play over the nub of her nipple.

As I suckled her breasts, her hand moved sensuously down to my soaking pussy, a finger dipped and trailed over the swollen slippery lips. I moaned at the light electric touch. I moved my own hand down to explore, and found her own pussy, smooth and clean shaven, her lips opened and slick with desire. I traced the outline, slipping one, then two fingers inside her hot cavern, looking for that hard nub of her pleasure. Finding it, she jumped at my touch, the erect nub sending her shivering. From behind, I felt Andre slide his erection between my legs along my pussy lips, fighting with Gilly's hand for the attention of my pussy. Suddenly Gilly shuddered and moaned, clamping her legs around my hand, humping my fingers inside her as she came. So quickly I felt the heat rush over my hand as she came. I was panting now, the excitement rising in me again.

Gilly moved away and turned around, searching for my clit with her lips. She raised her legs and presented her own pussy to my lips for attention. I hungrily accepted the offer. I felt my own legs being lifted as they were separated to allow free access to my soaking pussy. I dove my tongue into her clit, tasting her sweetness, her softness, teasing her, flicking her erect nub. Something hot and massive was pressing against my own pussy. Andre was pushing his huge cock at me, opening me up. Slowly, with each thrust he gained entry, filling me with his width and length as he entered me fully. He stopped, as I felt him pulse gently against the walls of my pussy. Then I felt Gilly trace her fingers around my stretched opening, delving in with her fingers and tongue between his cock and my pussy lips, searching for my clit, finding it, making me moan and writhe, as Andre stayed motionless deep within me.

Then he began to move, pulling almost fully out, before sliding his meat deeply into me again. At each thrust, Gilly tortured my clit with her fingers, rubbing me wildly. I clamped my mouth on her clit, forcing my tongue deep into her, to distract me from the overwhelming feelings flooding me. I started cumming, again and again as he fucked me with that huge cock and Gilly tortured me with her lips and fingers. The world receded into simple pleasure and torment and I must have passed out.

Because when I awoke, or came to, we were all asleep together. And that is how my story started, with Gilly asleep on my breast, Andre behind me. All peacefully rocked by the train. They had introduced me to a world of pleasure I could never have dreamed of.

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I sometimes wonder if he knows me as well as he believes he does. He has such a devious mind himself, and I am not use to sharing these kinds of thoughts with another. I am such an open book in so many ways; he may not realize just how deep, how dark my deviant side runs. As close as we are, it is still difficult for me be completely open in this area. It is a part of me that I am use to keeping very private. Much of it is still unexplored because of my uneasiness with this other side of my mind, these darker cravings.

Tonight, however, he will certainly get a glimpse into that part of my mind. We have a running joke between us "Turn about is fair play", both of us being switches in play, it is the tease we use to remind the other that their turn will eventually come. Tonight will be his turn, though he doesn't realize that yet. He has been smug all week on the phone regarding what he is planning to do to me, but his plans are about to be thwarted.

It's my birthday, and he has agreed to take me out of the city for the weekend. I have been so looking forward to it, needing the break from the stress of work and room-mates. All along he has been teasing me about what might happen to me when we get alone in the cabin, wanting me to get all worked up, and develop a case of nerves over it. I'm not at all nervous. I'm not at all wondering and fretting, because you see, this is MY birthday....and I decided that I should get what I want.

As we drove toward the mountains, he continued to tease me occasionally, and I played along, pretending to try and guess what his plans are, asking questions, and begging for clues. He is completely unaware that I am simply leading him where I want him to go. It's perfect.

Once we arrived at the cabin, chosen mainly for its privacy, we unloaded the car and began to think about dinner. He was talking about having me cook and serve him, or forcing me to eat only from his hand, laughing as I put the appropriate pouting expressions on my face. Finally I begged to be taken out to dinner, knowing he would agree. He didn't really want to waste our time together by having me in the kitchen cooking, and I knew it.

I excused myself to freshen up before leaving, and while in the bathroom, made a quick phone call. I was ready to go now, and I only had to keep him away long enough for the others to set it all up. My real birthday surprise!

We went to a local Bar-b-que place and took our time, talking and laughing. There was a lot of innuendo and sexual teasing, which is very normal for the two of us. After we finished eating and had relaxed a bit, he pronounced himself ready to celebrate my birthday. I agreed that I was ready as well, and he said "are you sure you're ready?" in that teasing tone of his. Oh yes, said I, I am past ready; I've been looking forward to this all week. We both laughed, but I laughed this time not out of a case of nerves for what he would do, but because I knew that this time, it would be his nerves on the line. I couldn't wait to show him what I was capable of.

As we pulled up to the darkened cabin, he muttered that he thought he had left the porch light on. I shrugged my shoulders, and stepped out of the car and into the dark. He said to wait there until he could get inside and put a light on, teasing me about wearing heels to the mountains and taking the risk of breaking my neck for the sake of fashion.

Just as his foot hit the bottom step, I screamed! He turned to see two figures holding me while I struggled, one clamping his hand over my mouth to prevent my screaming again. He came running toward me as they began to drag me away from the car, but before he could reach me, he was grabbed from behind.

He saw me being carried around the side of the building toward the old barn, just as the blindfold slid into place. A large hand covered his mouth and a deep voice told him to stop struggling, if he didn't want to see me hurt. The two large men tied his hands behind him and gagged him, then removed the blindfold. They marched him toward the old barn as well, and I could only imagine what must be going through his mind. I know how strong his protective feelings are where I'm concerned.

As he was lead in; he could see me at the far end of the barn. I was tied to a post and gagged. They marched him in and the four men circled him. They were all over six feet tall and well muscled, the leader had hair as black as night, with eyes to match, even his skin was darker than most sun worshipers. Of the other three, one was very blonde, while the other two were of more average coloring.

He was told that they wouldn't harm me, and that there was no need to worry about me, I would be released when it was over. It wasn't me they wanted. They laughed as he looked around at their leering faces.

One of the men shoved him to his knees saying "How bout you show your girlfriend here how it's done, give her a little lesson in cock sucking. You like your cock sucked right? I bet you shove your cock down her throat every chance you get, so lets see what you can do with one boy!" He unbuttoned his jeans and pulled his cock out, it wasn't too long but it was fairly thick. I watched as the man removed the gag and began to brush his cock back and forth against D's lips. D tried to turn his head away, but one of the men came over to me and ripped the front of my shirt open and began to twist my breasts painfully. "Don't force us to involve her in this, she isn't what we want, but we'll use her to get you to cooperate if we need to" said another of the men.

D opened his mouth to speak, and the dark headed man shoved his cock in. He held the back of D's head so that he couldn't pull back and began pumping in and out of his mouth. As the others watched, they became more excited and started stroking the front of their jeans. Eventually all four had unzipped and were openly stroking their cocks, jeering at D, and wanting their turn. He was spun from man to man, being forced to suck each in turn, He was off balance as they pushed and pulled him between them, unable to use his hands, he swung against their legs as they used him.

After a while, one of them made a comment about getting D out of his clothes and making him a bit more available for use. The large dark headed man reached under D's arms and lifted him up onto his feet. He said, we are going to untie you now, if you try to fight at all, I'll put your lights out...understand? D nodded and the big man pulled a knife from his pocket and cut the rope. D's hands and arms were so numb that he couldn't have done much damage. He glanced over at me and the dark man noticed. He laughed and said "worried about what your woman thinks? I bet she is turned on as hell. Why don't we go over and find out? "He brought D over to where I was bound, and two of the men held him there. The dark man unzipped my jeans and slid them down past my knees. "Reach between your girls legs and see if she's wet", he ordered D. As D did this, he looked into my eyes... and I winked and smiled back at him.

He drew in a shocked breath as it hit him that this whole thing was staged, and they dragged him away from me, laughing, while he sputtered unbelievingly. One if the men released me, while the others continued to hold D. Now, I said, my birthday celebration can really begin.

I had the men strip D while I watched. They pulled his shirt off and shoved him down on the floor. The blonde grabbed his shoes from his feet and one of the others unzipped him and pushed his jeans and underwear down to his knees. They grabbed his pants by the ankles and literally shook him out of them while I laughed. He rolled over onto his hands and knees, but before he could get up, the dark man knelt behind him and held him there. I handed him some lube and the dark one stoked it onto his cock while pushing down on D's back, shoving his face into the straw. You know your going to love this, he said.

The man pushed his cock against the opening of D's ass hole and teased him with the head of it. He gently pressed against the opening, just enough for the head to slip inside, then held still for a moment. He motioned another man around to hold D's wrists out in front of him. Now his ass was up and exposed, while his chest was almost flat on the floor of the barn. The dark one pushed in a bit deeper and a moan escaped D's lips, he could not help but rock back a bit...greedy slut that he is. When he did this, the dark one laughed and said ": I was going to start gentle, but seeing how badly you want it..." as he shoved his cock in to the hilt.

The man fucked him until on the edge of orgasm and stopped, and then the next man took his place. They all had a turn at his ass, pushing him and positioning how they preferred. He was sweating and moaning, straw was stuck to his arms, back and legs. He was, in fact a mess.

With all this going on he had not noticed that I had been joined by a couple of friends. The ladies stood by me and we enjoyed the show together. At my signal, the blonde man flipped him over on his back and began to fuck him in an almost missionary position. Now he could see that I had company, and that he was the main attraction for the evening.

I informed him that since none of the men had cum yet, this could go on for hours. The only thing that would stop it would be for him to make each person there cum....starting with the ladies. At that, S, a cute and curvy brunette walked over and positioned her pussy above his mouth. He began to lick and suck at her, while the man continued to use his ass. She was obviously turned on by the visual directly in front of her, and began to grind her pussy into his face, fucking it without regard for him at all. Before long I could see her thighs start to tremble and her pace picked up as she let out a scream and pushed into his mouth. Immediately, C, a deceptively innocent looking blonde replaced her. She straddled his face, holding herself just above his mouth, and held her pussy lips open for him. She laughed and told him he would have to work for it. C said "I will hold myself just like this, and you will have to rise up to tongue my pussy." She laughed as he struggled to reach her.

The man fucking him was on the edge of orgasm, and pulled out. D wrapped his arms around C's thighs and pulled her pussy down onto his tongue as another man slid into his ass. He groaned and shuddered, and as he did C lost control.

All of this had me worked up to a white hot edge. I walked over and put my hand on the shoulder of the man currently impaling my partner and said "The women are taken care of, now the men". The man resumed in earnest, pumping D's ass for all he was worth. I watched his face contort as he shot his load inside my loves ass. Quickly the next man shoved inside him, as another shoved his cock into D's mouth. As they rocked him back and forth between them I began to stoke D's cock with my hand. He was moaning around the cock in his mouth and I could tell he was almost at his limit. As one man shuddered and sent his load into D's ass, the other pulled his cock out to shoot his load all over D's face.

Before he could react, he was flipped over and the dark man shoved deeply into him. He began to make sounds like he was struggling to handle it all, but he didn't ask for it to stop. The man grabbed him by the hips and ground into him, fucking him hard and rough. As D began to get louder the man threw back his head and pushed in deep spewing his cum into D's already soaked ass hole.

As he pulled out, D fell to one side and lay there panting. "Good thing that was the last one, I couldn't have taken much more". Really, I said, that's too bad because you see...I haven't cum yet, and until I do your not through. He kind of laughed and said ": I'll take care of you later". No, I informed him, you will take care of me now. As he lay on his back, I slid over him in a 69 position. He began licking my pussy as the others stood in a circle around us, watching, cheering him on. The circle parted and a very tall, very well hung black man entered. He stepped behind me and slid his hard cock into my wet pussy. D stopped and I looked down at him. One more, I said, as the man slid his cock inside my dripping pussy. D was licking the both of us, taking the cock into his mouth if it slipped out. It did not take me long to come, and when I did, I moved aside to watch the huge black cock shoot its wad all over D's body.

My love was covered in cum; it was on his body, in his hair, on his face. He reeked of cum, even his breath. His ass was sore and dripping, straw and mud stuck to him, and he was the hottest thing I have ever seen.

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