All but one, that is. There was one particular waitress who didn't like or appreciate us at all. She was an older lady who just wasn’t up to the noise and bustle of serving so many people at once. She was also a bit on the crabby side. We refered to her as Granny Grump. While most of the waitresses laughed and joked with us, and returned our smart remarks with comments of their own, Granny hated our racket. She especially didn’t like our self-help with the coffee. As Granny worked our group, she quickly became nervous, and her hands trembled.

Granny was indirectly responsible for my meeting Carol and her family.

The fateful night I met Carol, she and her family had, for the first time, joined our CB group at Sambo’s. Carol was a large woman. She stood about 5'8", and she weighed well over 350 pounds. She was married to Bill, also a large person. They had four children, two boys 6 and 15, and two girls 11 and 13. Carrie, the 13-year-old girl, was seated directly across from me at our large table.

As Granny served soft drinks and water to the children, a glass of iced water fell off her tray. Carrie, with a shriek, caught most of the cold water on her head and chest. Most of our group began loudly laughing after we realized no one was hurt. Nobody was upset over what was obviously an accident, except maybe Carrie.

Granny, instead of getting a towel to clean up the water, just stood there. She repeatedly said, "I didn't do that!"

Being a natural born smart-ass, I asked Granny, "You have ghosts in here, or what?" "Oh, I know, the glass just jumped off your tray and onto Carrie's head, all by it self." I said, with just a touch of sarcasm.

Wagging my finger at the offending glass, I said, "Bad glass! Bad glass!" The glass was thus duly admonished.

I then teased Carrie by asking, "Carrie, why did you pour that water over your head? Is it that hot in here?"

Carrie began laughing about her wet head with the rest of us.

When Granny didn't seem to be making any effort to get a towel, I took the initiative, got a towel, and gave it to Carrie. Carrie dried herself, and our evening continued.

With his apologies, the manager quickly replaced Granny with another waitress.

Over the next, few months, I became friends with Carol, and her family. They soon joined me as I raced my car at the local dirt track.

As it turned out, Bill was a workaholic. He put in sixty to eighty hours a week, every week, at his job as a machinist. Though he made good money, he was never available to his family. He was either working or sleeping. Only the racing seemed to give them an opportunity to be together as a family.

After a while, I had begun attending the kids' sporting events and school activities in Bill's place. One night, Bill told me he appreciated my help with his family activities. Little did he know, Carol had been giving hints she wanted me to assist Bill in other family duties, as well.

For several weeks Carol had been making comments and doing things that indicated she could be easily had. Comments such as, "I haven't had a sex life for such a long time," and "I wish I had a lover like you." She frequently asked intimate questions about my activities with my dates. Whenever she passed by me, she always let a hand brush my back or my ass.

One Friday night, after a tough evening at the race track, we went back to Bill and Carol’s home, and I had a few drinks. Neither Bill nor Carol drank that night. Bill was getting ready to return to work. He said they had a rush order to get out. Carol convinced me I had been drinking too much to drive home, and suggested I stay there. She said I could sleep on their couch. Before leaving for work, Bill also told me I should stay.

They were probably right. I had consumed a good deal of alcohol. Very soon after that, I removed my clothes under the blanket Carol had provided, I had dozed off. I was fast asleep even before Bill left for work.

The next thing I knew, Carol was on her knees in front of the couch, kissing all over my face, and rubbing my flat, hard belly. My job helped keep me in excellent condition. As I slowly awoke, I quickly noticed Carol had changed into a white, see-through, nightgown. I could easily see her huge tits.

With a smile, I asked, "Carol, what are you trying to do?"

Just above a whisper, she answered, "I've wanted you for a long time. Will you make love to me?"

Without saying a word, I reached out and cupped one of Carol’s tremendous tits in my hand. One hand was not enough for a boob that big. When I firmly squeezed her tit, Carol groaned, thrust her tongue into my mouth, and let her hand slide down to cup my balls through my underwear.

When we broke our kiss, Carol suggested we get on the carpeted living room floor. There was no way we could both fit on her couch. Carol lay on her back, and I simply rolled off the couch, and gently landed on top of her fat-bloated body.

In short order, Carol’s nightgown had been pulled off her shoulders and arms exposing her massive tits. Her nipples were already hard as stones and centered in silver dollar sized aureoles.

I had come to enjoy big girls and their big tits. With the alcohol I had consumed earlier still affecting me, I massaged, sucked, pinched, and nipped those tits with a great deal of enthusiasm.

"Work my tits hard, Baby," Carol instructed. "I like it when they’re played with real rough. Just don't leave any marks."

I didn’t leave any marks, but my enthusiastic attack of Carol’s tits continued for quite some time. The rougher I treated her tits, the more Carol moaned her approval. It became a challenge for me to see if I could get her to admit that her tits were hurting. After about twenty minutes of rough attention to her tits, I took each nipple between my thumb and forefingers, pinched very hard, and pulled straight up.

With Carol’s nipples pinched and pulled nearly a foot away from her chest, her tits looked like huge, inverted, funnels. Carol groaned, closed her eyes, and asked, "Will you please fuck me now?"

Carol had already raised and spread her knees. Her nightgown was bunched around her waist. She wasn’t wearing any panties. I pushed my underwear down to my ankles and sat on my heels between her legs. Her bush and swollen pussy lips glistened with her lubricating moisture.

As I placed my cock’s head at the opening to Carol’s pussy, she said, "I am very fertile. If you cum in me, I will probably get pregnant."

What the hell did I care? She was the one that was married, not me.

With one quick thrust, I buried my cock in Carol’s cunt. With a gasp, she lifted her ass off the floor to meet my thrust. Her pussy was a little on the sloppy side. I guess four kids can do that to a pussy.

Even though Carol’s pussy wasn’t as tight as it could have been, she sure used it enthusiastically. After my initial entry, she seemed to take over. She pulled me down to her chest and bucked like a rodeo horse. Her level of athletic activity surprised me. All I had to do was keep a firm grip on her tits as handles, hang on, and enjoy the ride. As her orgasm approached, she pulled the blanket off the couch, held it tightly to her mouth, and muffled her voice as she yelled, "I cuming!"

With one final thrust, Carol held her ass, and me, off the floor as her orgasm engulfed her. With a broad smile on her face, she slowly lowered her ass back to the floor.

Only then, did I begin to stroke in and out of Carol’s cunt. When I told her I was getting close to cuming, Carol held me tightly. In a serious voice, she again said, "You can cum in me if you want, but I will probably get pregnant."

A few more deep thrusts, and I pulled out of Carol’s pussy. I dumped my load on her bush and belly.

As I rolled off Carol, she brought a hand down to the puddle of warm cum on her abdomen. She spread my cum all over her belly, then put her fingers to her lips, and licked them clean.

As she pulled her fingers from her mouth, she said, "Mmmmmm! Get back on the couch, Baby."

I did, and Carol proceeded to carefully and thoroughly lick my cock and balls clean. When she finished, she kissed me and headed off to her bedroom for the night.

Saturday morning, nothing was said about our late night adventure. However, even her kids noticed Carol was in a very good mood. When Bill came in from work, she greeted him with a kiss and served him his breakfast.

Over the next several months, Carol, her family, and I continued spend time together. Whenever I wasn’t working, or didn’t have a date, I would frequently hang out at their place.

When a big late-model dirt track race was scheduled in Tucson, Arizona, I asked Carol and her family if they wanted to go with me. I would not be driving but watching from the stands.

It was a day race, and as usual, Bill had to be at work that evening. He had to be at work before we would be able to get back to town. He did, however, encourage Carol and the kids to go with me.

The drive down was uneventful. During the race, Carol would sneak pats to my ass whenever the kids weren’t looking. I was thinking I would probably get some pussy from her when we got home later that night.

After the races, we stopped for a bite to eat, then headed toward home. Dusk was rapidly approaching as we traveled north on the interstate. It had been a long day, and, with their bellies full, all four kids were soon fast asleep in the back seat of my car. Carol reached back and lightly touched each one.

When she was satisfied they were all soundly sleeping, Carol slid over next to me and kissed my cheek. She got no response. She placed her hand on my crotch and kissed my lips. My eyes never left the road. She asked, "Does anything disturb you while you’re driving?"

"No! I answered. "I consider myself a better driver than most people on the road, and I consider paying attention critical to what I’m doing. Knowing what's going on all around me keeps me alive on the race track and the freeway."

She said, "I'll bet I know something that will distract you a little. Let me show you."

With that, Carol unzipped my pants, reached in, and took my semi-erect cock out. With a final glance at her kids, she twisted in the seat and lay in my lap, facing my cock. No easy task for a gal her size.

I ran the power seat back so her head wouldn’t interfere with the steering wheel.

Carol began by slowly licking up and down the under side of my cock. In the mean time, she unhooked my belt and loosened my pants. That gave her unobstructed access to my cock and balls. By then, I had a full erection.

After several minutes of licking, a drop of pre-cum had appeared on the head of my cock. Carol very slowly ran her tongue over and around the top of my cock’s head and lapped up the pre-cum. She then took just the head of my cock into her mouth.

I gently stroked the short brown hair on the back of her head. I still hadn’t let my eyes leave the road.

Carol swirled her tongue around my cock’s head several times. She then proceeded to slowly take my shaft into her mouth. Her tongue continued swabbing the shaft as she took my cock's head to the back of her mouth then pulled up. When she again had just my the head in her mouth, she immediately started back down. She repeated the process over and over without hesitation. All the while, her mouth maintained a nice firm suction, and her tongue never stopped swabbing me.

After several minutes of Carol’s treatment, I whispered to her. "I'm about to cum." I tensed, lifted my hips, and began pumping my load deep into her mouth.

Carol took me to the back of her mouth and started swallowing as fast as she could. She swallowed every bit of my cum. She didn’t let a single drop escape her mouth. When I had finished cuming, Carol licked me clean, gave my cock’s head a lip-smacking kiss, and sat up. In the last fading light of the day, I could see a big grin on Carol’s face.

Looking at her grin caused me, for the first time that day, to take my eyes off the freeway.

"You really don’t let anything break your concentration when you're driving, do you?" She asked.

"Nothing!" I replied, as I reached over and firmly pinched her left nipple.

                             

    Heading into my late twenties, my wife of some four years was only twenty-two and with still the body, aura and in many ways naivety, of a young girl. We had one daughter who at the time was almost four. She has no part in this recollection, I hasten to add

    The previous year, Melissa had miscarried late and had taken it badly. Blaming as some girls do, especially in the absence of any other cause - herself, the marriage had since been negotiating some rocky highways and byways. Back then we lived in the beautiful Blue Mountains in Sydney's west - some four thousand feet above sea-level in an enormous though some might say risky old home built on a steep cliff face that looked across at the sprawling Jamieson Valley - a Grand Canyonesque lookout. Supported on huge thirty foot concrete staunchions sunk into the ground below the house, anything above 5.0 on the Richter Scale would have closed down any and all options for a continuance of life.

    We loved the place though and holed up there mid-winter with snow outside, a roaring fire in the grate and a glass or three of whatever champagne was on special that week. We were doing alright, well up until the miscarriage anyway. I was working as a teacher in the city then and with the slow-haul two hour train-trip home a couple of nights a week I wasn't back until near-midnight having to pull down a late shift Tuesdays and Thursdays.

    The previous few years we had changed houses a couple of times and were on a first name basis with every Real Estate agent in the upper mountains. A couple of them we used to see on a regular social basis, including Rob Carter who had actually sold us the cliff-top edifice. Rob didn't especially appeal to me - all glitz with little depth but hey, his wife Adrienne more than made up for it. Unfortunately, she wasn't to be part of this little tale either.

    The previous couple of weeks Melissa had been particularly morose and short on humor. Whenever I would try to negotiate some emotional inroads, asking if she would like to talk about things, all she would say is "You know what the problem is honey, just have to let me handle it." Then she would give me a quick kiss and smile that pretty smile she had totally perfected. It was all I could do to go to work some mornings!

    The day in question, I had decided to drive to the city being my late-shift and consequently faced a two-way journey free of peak-hour traffic. The afternoon offered-up nothing remarkable and with a slower than average evening, I figured I would close-up the training room (I worked for a major city newspaper, teaching cadet journalists) and head off to my mountain retreat.

    Back almost an hour and a half early, not only was I surprised to see Rob's new Landcruiser out the front of our place, I could have sworn that was his business-partner Craig Letchworth's Beamer parked right behind him. "Hmmm, the plot thickens?" I was deliberating, as I approached the front door. "Surely she's not planning on us selling the house?" I began to wonder abstractedly. On opening it, I was further astounded to find no-one in either the lounge or dining room. The least incisive of minds could filter out the only remaining possibility - I think I already knew subconsciously, the instant I had seen Rob's car.

    An unlikely calm descended upon me and I was in no rush even to make evident the shameful betrayal - perhaps some part of me "understood?" As it was, I quietly opened my daughter's bedroom door - the master bedroom was closed I noted and sounds from within were now audible. Female ecstasy is hard to suppress!.

    Little Danielle was sleeping like an angel, I kissed her and stayed for a few moments looking down at the bed. The vulnerability of children, little girls especially, is sometimes quite overwhelming.

    Leaving her sound asleep, I walked up the hall to our room. "Funny" I was thinking, in all the years we had been together I couldn't recall ever closing our bedroom door. Not figuring to make this easy on anyone, I simply opened it and walked in.

    Hard to remain calm and objective when one is confronted by what amounts to the supranormal. Every person there was affected differently. I think I was by far the calmest - being in shock.

    Rob, frozen in time mid thrust, simply paled into a sickly grey, his eyes instinctively dropping to my hands, expecting one supposes to see there - some sort of automatic weapon.

    Craig, performing an exemplary job of holding Melissa's right leg so far clear of the bed she looked like Nadia Comaneci in training, just stared blankly. His left hand I could see was still atop my young wife's pussy, just centimetres from Rob's penetrative drill-bit. Stationary now, I assume he had been fingering her in whatever ingress was available, given the indignities being perpetrated upon her.

    A third man, whose first name I recalled was Gary - another wannabe real estate magnate, was kneeling with his back to the door, kissing Melissa with a decided passion, as he permitted his hands the luxury of traversing her quite small but undeniably sexy breasts. Her nipples I noted were willing participants, to judge by their wholly erect status. Being the last to become aware of my presence inside the doorway, Gary was still fondling her breasts with breathless enthusiasm, even as the remainder of the tableau ground to a sudden halt.

    And then there was Melissa herself.. To say she blushed would be to critically understate the situation. Withdrawing her right hand instantly from what I can now only suppose was Gary's underpants, she just covered her face with her hands - no one spoke!

   "I can explain...." Rob began. I cut him off.

   "No Rob, you can't 'explain,' I said, "There's no words to adequately cover this situation. Tell me, "I added, staring at him, "How would you feel if you got home and found Adrienne being fucked senseless by the fridge mechanic?" He didn't answer, choosing instead to stare at the carpet.. What now in hindsight is almost laughable, he hadn't even withdrawn from the depths of Melissa's pussy.

    "Whatever went out the window that night in terms of marital trust, I have to freely admit to you all, that seeing Melissa naked with those three men on our bed and in so submissive a position, was arousing me to the point of total forgiveness. I turned to leave the room.

    "Where are you going?" Craig muttered nervously, suspecting perhaps that I kept a loaded rifle in the broom cupboard.

    "I'm going to pour myself a drink actually," I told him, "Can I get you guys anything?" Craig and Gary looked at each other like I was just this side of committable. They made like they were about to withdraw from the action.

    "Hey guys," I said, "No point you stopping now - may as well keep going - I'm sure Melissa can hold up her end? What about you Gary? Have you fucked her yet?" " Perhaps in partial shock - but he shook his head.

    "Well there you go," I replied, "Nothing ventured, nothing gained. After Rob finishes there," I inclined my head towards her still gaping legs, " Take up some of the slack Gary and plough a few wild oats why don't you?'

     Melissa then began sobbing.

    "It wasn't their fault," she whimpered, "They didn't force me into it - I said they could come over."

    "Well hey, that's great 'Lissa," I answered, "We're all friends here, no harm done. Tell you what....let me fuck you now and then we can just see what the rest of the night brings by way of excitement." This at least had the effect of causing Rob to withdraw his semi-deflated prick which even in that condition was, I could see, a tool to be reckoned with.

    I couldn't tell you why but right then, the thought of fucking my wife senseless - basically humiliating her in front of that gathered assembly was the turn-on of all turn-ons. At that moment, she leaned across to pick up her bra and panties that someone had thoughtfully left at the side of the bed.

    "No...leave them off Melissa," I said. Something in my tone made her look up at me. "I'm serious sweetheart," I continued, "I'm going to fuck you right here, right now - so you may as well lay back and enjoy it." Giving her no time to ponder this, I walked directly to the foot of the bed, lifted her legs and spread her fully indecently right there at the edge of the quilt.. Somehow that sexy little slit had never looked more appealing. Perhaps it was just the vulnerable situation of my young wife naked and spreadeagled before three other men? Perhaps I was just so fully unhinged at that point, my gyroscope was off-center and I had a subconscious need to assert my manhood before my peers.

    The fact she was crying both with embarrassment and I suppose shame at her discovered betrayal, was just icing on the cake. I couldn't spread her enough now and given the disproportionately engorged state of my erection, I needed every degree available.

    Penetrating her, as one might a slut on heat, I was but barely cognizant of any marital bond. I simply had to punish Melissa for her transgressions and forcing myself ever deeper, I noticed with almost dispassionate acceptance...the other men's cum leaking now from her denigrated pussy as little white strings trickled down the inside of her thighs. In my highly aroused state I motioned to Rob and Gary to hold her legs for me.

    It was not what you might adjudge the average consummated act. I was raping her as surely as I breathe - and I wasn't handling that aspect all that well right then either.

   For her part - perhaps out of guilt, maybe in a state of uncontrolled lust - I neither knew or cared which, Melissa's tear-stained face began to respond to my wicked incursions. Her hips too, free of any emotional reticence, began to buck with pleasure, thrusting her pussy up to meet the penetrative invader.

   "I'm sorry Noel," Rob muttered, caressing Melissa along the length of her pussy even as I was fucking her, "But this is so damned hot - I just don't know what to say. Your wife is just so sexy.'

    "Ain't that the truth?" I was thinking as the light turned green and I expelled at Mach 4 at least, every last chromosome I had on board. Melissa simply lay there gasping as I emptied the store-room. Her lovely breasts I noted were jiggling as I continued pumping her, Craig's eyes I could see peering lustfully at that very area of her chest.

    "It's OK Craig," I grinned "Do what you like with her tits, it's on the house!"

    Melissa looked across pleadingly at me as I returned her glance with what probably appeared to be total disdain. Whatever she had been about to say - she withheld, and offered no resistance to Craig's hands as they began fondling her breasts and tugging on her nipples lewdly. If anything I detected some pleasured wriggling at the indecent contact.

    "You're up Gary," I said, turning to my left, indicating he should replace me on the Bridge.

    "Y-You mean I can er, actually do it...with her?" he muttered.

    "Yeah," I replied simply. "Fuck her as hard and as long as you want."

     He didn't need any further prompting and extricating what was understandably a healthy boner, he had her moaning in ecstasy in seconds.

     I gotta say - making eye contact with Melissa as this guy's cock rammed its socially forbidden way up her still tight little slit was quite some emotional wrench - I suspect for both of us. From her viewpoint, shamefully arousing - being taken like a slut in front of her husband while other mens' hands groped her non-stop. From my viewpoint - equally shameful pride at my wife's slim and fully exposed body being treated like a Cro-magnon fuck-fest.

    Either way, Gary was certainly not pondering the semantics of the situation, nor I think dwelling on his own marital obligations. He was simply porking unromantically but most effectively let it be said, a young girl that I had noticed previously he had eyed-off quite unashamedly, in the realtor office when we had winged in there several months earlier.

    "Fuck she is so hot," he muttered, approaching the final square. He only needed a six to win. Melissa, her eyes closed now, was thrusting her hips up to meet her partner's incoming impregnator and gasping in full sexual arousal. What Craig was doing to her tits is no-one's business, while Rob was continuing to play with her pussy lips and seemingly content to massage leaking cum into her thighs and lower abdomen.

    "I'm going to fill her cunt," Gary announced to no-one in particular as he proceeded to do just that. Melissa I knew, was not used to vulgarisms like this, yet she showed no untoward reaction to his words - if anything I detected the onset of a sexy smile. Personally, hearing reference to my young wife's "cunt" was a massive turn-on, I hoped there might be more.

    Figuring that this was a good place for a Commercial break, I told them I would be back after checking on my daughter and that they could make up their own rules as they went along so far as Melissa was concerned. The look she gave me as I exited the room was priceless.

    "You heard the man," was the last thing I heard as I closed the door behind me.

     Little Danielle had barely moved, still lying on her side, no doubt dreaming of that which little girls do and blissfully unaware of her mom's (for the most part - willing) sexual degradation just two doors down the hallway. I intended it should stay that way!

     Pulling the door to, I decided now was as good a time as any to pour myself that double shot of Black Label. The others could wait till they get home I rationalised. Letting them suck and fuck my twenty-two year old wife was right neighborly enough surely? no need to go overboard and bequeath them my best Scotch too!

     On my return they were neither sucking or fucking her however! Either of her own volition or at someone's kinky behest, Melissa had pulled her skimpy black lace panties back on and was rather indelicately draped across Rob's knee right there on the edge of the bed. Her legs kicking like an embarrassed schoolgirl and with Craig and Gary enjoying a handful of jiggling breast each, 'Lissa's shapely bottom was receiving some seriously hard spanking.

    "That hurts," she whimpered as Rob's hand set her right hand ass-cheek quivering beneath the almost see-thru material. Visually, I have to say I could have gotten to like watching this on a regular basis. To be honest, I had never spanked her - even playfully. That she deserved such treatment was beyond question though - I just hoped the sound of male hand descending on sexy female backside, did not awaken my daughter. That might have been hard to explain!...."Mommy's just playing sweetheart!"

    As I entered, Rob looked up. "Don't mind us doing this to your wife do you Noel?" Right then I was actually visualising Adrienne in her own tight little panties, across my knee - and how sexy her rear-end would look, as I so indecently heated it up. I wondered what Rob might think of that little scenario. A loud cry from Melissa as one of Rob's spanks connected with her upper thigh brought me back to Earth.

    "Hey guys," I said, "Tone it down a bit would you? Don't want our small daughter waking up and asking questions thanks.

    "Let me have a turn," Gary chipped in, stepping up to the podium as it were. Rob stayed his hand and proffering Melissa's far-from sated little rear, looked on as Gary delivered the first of several quite hard spanks across both ass-cheeks. If I didn't know better, I would swear she was arching her back with pleasure whilst at the same time pressing down with her pussy on the side of his knee.

     Either way, there could be no doubting the arousal-value of her sexy little breasts, as they jiggled there in full view of an entranced audience, in response to each contacted spank. Rob and Craig in fact were availing themselves of her bra-less state, groping and fondling her nipples with reckless abandon. It wasn't a scene her father could ever have envisaged let's say, not to mention the Catholic Priest who married us.

     One could only make the comment that the evening degenerated into even grayer areas after that. Once you have defined the sexual playing-field, established the willingness and almost limitless complicity of the sole female team-member (especially at just twenty-two) the rules of the game are no longer governed by the Marquess of Queensbury.

     After the spanking session ran its course and predictably Craig insisted on delivering his six on her bare bottom, the other two delighting in the opportunity to pull her panties down once more, as her token resistance ran its course......we tied her up and acted rather badly.

     All four of us raped her - there being no other way to describe what we perpetrated upon that helpless and restrained set of curves. Melissa is only a small girl - not even five-three in bare feet and weighing-in at no more than 120 pounds, hardly in a position to repel the sexual advances of four adult males.

     Passing out with sensory overload more than once, we had her conventionally on her back, standing - while held up by two men in rotation, face-down on the quilt and of course, on all fours - that delightfully rosy little backside almost detracting from the inner dripping cavern it so zealously guarded.

     My own participation of course, I viewed as just punishment. I wanted her humiliated, used and abused - 'till death do us part' pretty much. I think she sensed this - even as Gary fucked her mercilessly in the position favored by any self-respecting Husky, 'Lissa just looked across at me with an expression clearly implying, "Is this degrading enough for you?"

     When finally the three of them left - unable to walk except in extreme discomfort one imagines, I just looked down at her cum-splattered body - red-raw sore, bruised and hand-marked as it was...and you know, inside I just felt...nothing.

    Crawling beneath the covers, I was asleep long before she returned from the shower.

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I had a petite body and worse I had a figure like a boy, a young boy at that.  I was 32-28-32.  My breasts are more flat than raised and only my nipples stood out to prove they were there at all.  Since I had been alone most of my life, I had learned to take pleasure in playing with them.  I would allow my vacuum cleaner hose to be my lover and a pair of clothes pins to be their fingers.  I would use them to tease myself and make me hotter as I fantasized about having someone else to please me.  I made a wheel that I could peddle and placed soft pliable rubber nipples from bottles on it, and then I would pretend it was the mouth that devoured me as I spun it between my legs.  Sometimes when I was really hot I used my broom handle or plunger handle to tease my insides. 

 

So was my existence in this lonely existence.  It was meager and poor and desolate as well.  Then one day I began to explore around my countryside.

 

I knew the nearest neighbor I had was two miles south of me back towards the small town.  The other directions I knew of an old abandoned house and nothing more within four miles.  So I pranced out a trail through the dense woods until I came to a barb wire fence.  That told me someone had at least been here before.

 

It was early that Tuesday morning, I was wearing a pair of cut off jeans so short that had my ass been more than flat it would have bulged out the back sides.  I had a cut off t-shirt that was white and plain and fell below my flat breast.  Under those I had nothing but desire.  I strolled up to the fence and gazed into a thicket and as I spied around I saw it was the back of an old graveyard. 

 

I skidded inside the loose runs of jagged wire and as I did my shirt caught at the back and snagged a large piece of it.  I stood up and looked at the two inch piece of cloth dangling on the rusted wire and sort of wished it had yanked it off me instead.  Then I walked around the stones that were very old, most had dates before the turn of the last century well over a hundred years ago.  As I slunk up the small ridge I was looking for the entrance when I came upon an old stone building, a tomb.  It was in the center and stood nearly nine feet tall and was twice as long and wide as high.  The iron bars over the front of it had fallen to one side and the interior was easily accessible.  I peered in and saw what looked like a stone pedestal and two old coffins on it.  Another pedestal barren was beside it and I could see torches mounted on the walls but the back of it was black and dark.

 

So I scurried further into the graveyard to explore there first and when I topped the small hill in front of me, I was greeted by the dense woods again.  The gate at the entrance had been overgrown by vines and weeds and I could see nothing except trees and brush.

 

The barb wire fence around it had gaps missing and rolled up and I knew that this place had been abandoned like me.  So I slowly waltzed around and as I did the morning sun grew warm overhead and I became hot outside and in.

 

I was making my way all around the three acres that were taken up by it, maybe more, and as I did I found myself dreaming that one of these in this place were alive maybe even a ghost, and I found my hands slowly caress my lower breast and nipples a few times.  I had made my way to a stone that was nearly as tall as I was, and as I rested and looked up to the nearly cloudless blue sky, I pulled up my top and dropped it onto the stone I leaned on, and the felt the air on my bare breasts.  It made me want to do more, so I unsnapped my shorts and placed them on top of my shirt and stood upright slightly parting my legs so my hand could dabble inside my thighs.

 

I was dabbling with throwing myself on the ground when a brisk cooling wind flew over me.  It was so refreshing and strong that I lost my balance and fell face first down.  I raised myself to my knees and let its cool winds flow over in and around my bottom.

 

I stayed in that position for a long time, and I rested on my face as I allowed my fingers to tease and twist my nipples harshly while the wind caressed my ass.  Then as I felt my inner desires building my fingers slid downward and I began to taunt myself into frenzy.  The next thing I knew I had a finger inside my pussy and one in my asshole probing at the same time until I came loudly.  I howled like a pup in heat and I was just that, a Bitch in search of sex.

 

When I came I reared myself upright and walked back to the stone, but just as I was about to take my clothes and leave I saw the tomb again.  This time it called to me.  I mean I felt a desire like nothing I ever knew to walk right in naked and I had no ideal why.

 

I bravely walked up the ridge to it and dashed inside the opening and as I did I was drawn to empty pedestal and once there my hot flesh was tossed onto the cold dusty stone of it.  The chill made me shiver and cry out until my hands found a nipple and my clit.  I fingered my pussy like mad.  I tweaked my nipples until I yelled from it and as I did I had the hottest deepest orgasm ever.  The wave of pleasure flowed from through and all over me for many, many long moments.  I was jittering as I started to climax and I shuttered and yelped madly as I came again and again.  Then as my wave subsided I sat up on my elbows and began to gaze around.  My eyes which I had closed during my lusting had now become accustomed to the dimness.  The walls of gray were block and rough and adorned with only three torches held by metal grips.  They looked usable and still able to work as I examined them and the two drab brown coffins beside me less than two feet away.  They rested side by side both faded bronze and maybe iron rusted by time.  I looked at them and began to wonder what the skeletons of those who had died would look like.  I was still hot but not nearly as hot as when I came in there as I stood up and moved close enough to place my hand on the outside one.

 

I was just about to run when I heard a sort of growling that made me shiver and freeze.  My heart raced as I was sure it was coming from an angry guest inside the coffin, and as I moved away quickly I fell back on the empty pedestal spilling my body and throwing my legs wide apart.  In fear I trembled as I heard the sound grow closer.  Then as I felt tears fall from my eyes the head of a big black dog appeared and right between my legs.  It was big, some sort of short haired large dog.  It was black with a small brown stripe on its head and while it seemed friendly I was still so scared by the thought of the ghost that I just froze and spoke not a word.  It reared up on the pedestal using its front paws to support itself as I trembled on and on.  I couldn’t speak nor move and as I stayed froze it began to sniff at my body.  First it sniffed my feet and legs and then upward until its snout rested between my legs.

 

I looked at it intently and as I slowly came to realize there was no ghost it seemed to enjoy spouting hot blast from its nostrils onto my very wet hot box.  I was about to rise to pet it as a rough wet slobbering tongue lapped my right outer fold and then left outer lip.  That feeling threw me for a loop and made me squeal with desire and howl with pleasure.  The beast was eager to explore me as my salty extract was leaking and as it did again, I felt myself begin to cream heavy.  The more I drained and seeped the deeper and more the dog licked in my pussy.  I reclined fully and widened my legs for it and then as it lapped my pussy I twisted my nipples and soon as I had before, I was nearing an endless wave of pleasure.  The dog seemed not to mind me howling but rather he would sniff and lick harder and faster as I did it, until I came for the first time ever in a squirting gush of fluid.  It felt like hot piss that made me tingle forever and the dog lapped it like water from a bowl.  I was now in a tangled web within myself as I knew it wasn’t right to be here and do this and as I pondered its merit, the beast rose up as I moved my box closer to the edge by sliding my hips forward.  I felt it lift and the pedestal was at the perfect height for it as the two foot lift placed my wet hole in perfect sink for his cock that had grown upright red and stiff to insert it inside me.  The beast slammed itself in me so quickly that I had no time to deny it.  Once in me I wanted it to stay.

 

The dog knew that I wanted to be fucked, and it did everything it could to accommodate me.  When the beast thrust harder and harder I felt its first wave escape and my endless wave grew larger and flushed hotter fluids from me and on it.  The dog continued until I felt a second wave then it rested long enough to lick lap and lustfully eat away the drained parts of me. 

 

I did not think it was over but when it finished it raced away out the opening as if called by its master.  I was so hot that I tried to right myself but was worn from my fist sexual experience and was only able to get to the door as the beast disappeared over the ridge.

 

I wobbled up the small rise to the crest but could only hear faint rustling sounds from the dense woods in front of me.  Standing beside the stone where I left my clothes I gathered them and walked back down and past the tomb before I paused and reflected on what I had done, felt and experienced that day.  I could see the sun was now far into the west and nearing sundown as I reluctantly started home.  I walked so slowly that the sun setting behind the trees had fully set before I reached home.  I dropped my shorts and shirt on the back porch before I realized I had walked naked the entire way.  So keeping in the spirit I bathed and then had a small meal before I snuggled into bed.

 

My clock showed eleven as I placed my head on the pillow, and as the minutes slowly passed, I felt drawn almost summoned to return then and there to where my animal lover had taken me. 

 

I got up and slid on a pair of flip flops and gathered a pack of matches and nothing else.  I walked back in the darkness drawn by the desires inside me and somehow after a few flawed attempts I found the rear of the cemetery and entered it.

 

It was a moonless night, and overcast and yet still warm.  In the far western sky I began to hear rumbles of thunder as I walked towards the now dark structure.  The cool grass was littered with hard stones and one of them extracted my right shoe so I left the other with it.  Now bare and horny I entered the tomb.

 

 I held the matchbook in my hands and slowly struck one and inched towards the torch after I lit it I then repeated the process until all three were flickering brightly.  The room was still eerie and spooky looking and as I spied around the dark front opening flickered with light of its own.  I stood there playing with myself for a few seconds when I felt the strong urge to step out into the night and enjoy the storm now approaching naked.

 

I made my way to the tall stone on the ridge and watched as lightening flashed closer and thunder echoed loudly.  When the rains began to fall I lifted up my head and let it wash over me and then as the cool air replaced the hot humid air my nipples came erect.  My hands bathed my body in the rain and as the storm grew stronger small hail stones began to strike me.

 

I allowed them to hit me and I even leaned my body backwards over the head stone and opened my legs for it to strike my inner folds, which it did.  Each whack and touch was shockingly erotic and made me tingle and quiver in pain and pleasure until I was shuttering into an orgasm.  The icy shower lasted a few minuets only yet it was enough to send me to a blissful state of mind.  Then as the heavy down pour washed over me, I found myself wallowing on the drenched ground rolling over and sliding along it.  I stood and allowed it to wash away the muddy parts of my body before I returned to the shelter of the tomb.

 

Inside it the winds had extinguished all but one torch and instead of relighting them, I moved to settle on the pedestal and use the one light to pleasure myself.  I was teasing and taunting my nipples as I felt a stronger desire than before to gaze inside the coffin beside me.  I stood up and slid my hands along the outer edges until I found the clasp to open it with.  I was full of fear at first but as I unlocked one and then the other I suddenly began to grow braver.  I had to apply a lot of pressure on the final clasp to open and when I did the lid sprang up and open and there to my fearful eyes were the remains of woman.  She was rotted to her bones almost and her dress a dingy cold gray had a pale yellow collar.  She looked to be very old but as I looked inside I felt a presence with me.  I slammed the lid and when I did I heard the faint huff of a beast.  It was an exhale from a snout and a sound I was hoping to hear, and when I saw his dark head enter inside the tomb, I moved to the pedestal and parted my legs and called him sweetly.

 

He snorted and gently moved forwards toward me until I could feel his warmth graze my ankle and as he sniffed his ways closer, I eased myself back and wider open.  His hot breath found my inner folds wet from water and cream and slowly he sniffed and licked me until I began to feel as I had before.  His large rough tongue was flowing up inside me with ease and with great appreciation as I began to whimper and coo and sort of howl for him.

 

I felt his mouth slobber in me and a wave of hot cream from me covered his wagging tongue fully sending him into a heightened state of want as well.  It seemed to make him more desirable of my cream as well, and when I flowed freely like a fountain, his lapping increased to a fever pitch.  I was shrieking with appreciation and desire as his body suddenly rose upward and as I pushed myself to the edge fully he pushed his cock inside me.  He worked me over again and again and again until I felt so many waves and bursting gushes from both of us that I lost count.  I would gush fully followed by his hot cream blasting inside me.  Then after so long a time that the storm had faded and the first light of day struck, he retreated and raced once more from the room.

 

I was ready this time and as he fled I gave chase, and followed him from a distance.  He led me back down the pathway from the entrance to a small creek.  Then across the water we raced and it led up a long trail to open meadow and into the back of a small farm house.  I waited and watched by the edge of the woods as the dog danced around the back door.  A woman in her mid to late fifties was carrying a small pan of food and as she sat it down the dog lapped it up.  She stroked his back and head a few times before she moved away and examined her small flower garden.

 

She was about 5’5” 145 pounds, salt and pepper gray hair with black streaks, dressed normal for her age she wore an old faded blue dress that did little to show her true nature.  She seemed happy and friendly and had I been dressed I would have walked up and introduced myself then.  She walked around the yard watering her flowers with a small metal can and as she leaned over once I saw her hands caress under her dress.  She slipped up towards the rear right cheek of her bottom and then extracted it out and as I watched her, I dreamed.

 

I stayed there for nearly a full hour hidden behind the safety of trees.  She watered her entire yard then I saw her move inside and when she came out she was carrying a basket of clothes and wearing only a smile.  Her semi pale naked body exposed two very saggy but well formed breast.  I could see her crotch was shaven neatly and her ass though big and dimpled seemed well formed as well.  She seemed to move around for me, as if she knew I was there.  She hung her dress on the line and then her other things and slowly she carried the empty basket back into the house.  I watched her naked flesh move away and I found myself wondering what it would be like to be with a woman.  I never dreamed about it until this day but now I wanted to know.  The woman didn’t stay inside long but returned naked again with a blanket that she placed under a tree.  She reclined on it and suddenly I watched her play with her ample tits and caress her inner folds as I did the same from the woods.  She was fondling herself like mad just as the dog moved to her and as she placed her legs wide apart, I witnessed the beast do to her body what he had done to me.  That settled it, as far as I was concerned, I knew then and there that I had to approach her.  I slowly moved towards them as the dog sank his mouth fully inside her parted legs and when she began to howl and coo I had made my way to within five feet of her.  I was naked and hot and in lust forever and as I stood there I tried to form the right words in my mind.

 

Suddenly she spoke out with, “Child come here and feast upon me.”

 

I dropped to my knees and crawled up beside her and after a long starring pause, I sank my mouth to hers and we kissed as our hands found each others nipples.  Her were longer and more erect and as I twisted them she returned the favor.  I had never kissed anyone before this and as I was a fast learner she easily showed me how.  Her mouth danced with mine until I felt my breast drawn to it and as she sank on one her fingers made a way between my wet hot crotch and entered me fully.

 

The dog had begun lapping her wet pussy even faster as mine was drawn to her very oral mouth.  She licked me into a hot wave of lusting cream and as I drained in her mouth she tormented my nipples with her fingers and my pussy with her tongue.  My virgin wet hole was now a plaything for her amusement and I knew it, as I rested it on her mouth and to her credit she accepted it and kept me in that position for three unforgettable explosions of my pussy.  Then she flipped me on my back and lifting my legs upward and wide she sat her doggy wet crotch on my lips and ground it on my face as she allowed her dog to eat then fuck me.  This went on until he retreated to rest and then she devoured me again and again.  We ate each other through six climaxes for her and three more for me before we also collapsed on the very wet blanket.

 

As she snuggled up beside me, her soft warm voice said, “Now little doll, my name is Amanda, what is yours sugar?”

 

“Tina,” I said meekly as my eyes twinkled while I looked up at her, and added, “I am so happy to meet you.”

 

That was eight years ago.  We are still together and instead of living in one house, we meet nightly at the tomb and there we have sex with Butch her dog for endless hours of lust and love.

 

 

I was 6' tall, weighed 161 lbs, had blue green eyes, short brown hair, fair skin with the remnants of childhood freckles on my face. I must admit I wasnt bad looking, but in the presence of this goddess of a girl i felt like nerd with a crush. I didnt have a crush on her though. She was a student and i was a teacher, and nothing more. Sure i got the occasional boner when i saw her, but i would surpress it.

"Umm, Mr. Thompson?"

"Yes?" I replied

"My mom was supposed to pick me up today but she called and said she couldnt and to get a ride. Nobody was available so could you give me a ride home, it is quite a ways off, but you are the only person around who i know, because all the people who could give me a lift have gone already."

"Sure, it would be a pleasure."

She gracefully walked around the car and got in the passenger side. Immediately i felt an erection coming on and tried to concentrate on the car company logo on the steering wheel.

"Thank you so much Mr. Thompson. This isint a suck up but you are my favorite teacher, you are like so cool and rebel like. Hahaha" she chuckled.

"Wow"i said "what a compliment!"

the car pulled out of the parking lot and i got onto the road. Iren had removed her jacket and was sitting in the seat next to me in naught but a cheerleading outfit that showed just enough clevage to spur my erection to being just visible as a lump in my pants. I quickly laid my free hand across my lap holding it down. Unfortunately, this only made my erection bigger and I subsided. Now there was a large, noticeable bulge that i tried to ignore and hope it would go away.

Several minutes passed in silence before Iren began to rearrange her skirt on her beautiful muscular thighs.

"How was the game today?" I asked.

"We won." she replied "it was great."

The bulge in my pants was so big now i couldnt believe she didnt notice.

"how many games undefeated for us now?"

"three. We are unbeatable!" Iren giggled.

In the middle of her giggle she sort of trailed off and i looked at her. her eyes were looking out of their corners at my bulge. After a few seconds I said;

"Excuse me for that Iren."

"I dont care Mr. Thompson. Let it stand natural, its because of this uniform isint it?"

"Yes i replied. You are a very good looking young lady." I mumbled.

Iren kept staring at it. Her hand was in a fist on her right knee and the other was on the arm rest between us, kind of ceaselessly moving, her eyes on mine, which were looking at the road ahead.

"Mr. Thompson, if you really find me that attractive, can I.......umm......see it?'"

"What?" I stammered

Before i could say anything else her hands were undoing my belt.

"I always noticed how you got a hard on around me. Its only natural."

My pants were open and as she fumbled with my boxers i felt some precum drift out of my dick. Her hands reached inside and pulled my dick upright and her mouth inched closer to it.

Wonderful sensations of sexual pleasure exploded in my brain as her wonderful lips closed over my penis. Iren's tongue corkscrewed around my shaft and taunted my tip. She began to pump her head up and down up and down on my dick. As this went on such spasms of pleasure were coarsing through me that i nearly went off the road.

The feeling of having to urinate, but a warmer and stickier seemed to be inside my cock as a pressure seemed to build at the base of my cock as i pulled the car off to the side of the small road we were on. I reclined the seat and removed my seat belt as Irens head pumped faster and faster so fast that her hair was tangled and twisted from the constant motion. Without stopping, her right hand came up and swept the curtain of brown over her right shoulder. From what i could see her eyes were closed.

The pressure in my manhood was suddenly released as i felt the wonderful feeling of ejaculation. I could feel my sticky cum dripping off my 7 incher and coating her mouth and throat. A few drops leaked out of her lips, swiftly persued my her tongue. I had my eyes closed as her mouth parted company with my still-rock-hard cock.

"how was that?"

"wonderful! was that your first time?"

"yeah, i was worried that i wasnt doing anything right, but wow.....i loved that too!"

I reached over and kissed her, feeling my cum on her lips and tasting the salty taste. My hand scurried over her shoulder to her zipper in the back like a large pale spider. She didnt break the kiss as i unzipped her skirt. She lifted her sweet ass up off hte seat so the skirt could slip off her butt and legs. She pushed off her sneakers with the toes of the other foot. she came across the center console and straddled me, her hands came to the waist seam of her uniform top and lifted it over her shoulders.

My hands unbuttoned my shirt and i removed it. Irens mouth came towards mine as my hands arched around her back and slowly removed her purple bra. She slid her panties off and slid my cock out from under her and lined it up with her pussy. She then said,

"Mr. Thompson, remember that i am a virgin, so go easy."

"Of course!" i replied.

My cock entered her tight pussy. It felt like jamming your cock into an extremely tight synthetic sock dripping with moisture. The ridges of her vaginal walls caressed my dick as my manhood stretched them open. Iren was moaning as my dick penetrated deeper until it reached her hymen. The tissue was stretched open and my path was clear. My tip reached her cervix, my testicles were drawn up to my body, the skin of my scrotum contracted and wrinkled up at the base of my shaft. Slowly Iren began to bounce up and down on my shaft, slick with her saliva. As she moved faster the walls of her pussy softened and became moister. I began to push my dick up as she came down from a bounce and that seemed to drive her over the edge.

'Yessssss! Oh Yeah.....oh oh oh umm........umm.....yeah umm......oh."

Like a garden hose, her juices came flooding out, lubricating my cock and washing over my pelvic area onto the seat, but i didnt care. She bounced harder and harder and my dick slammed into her cervix like a piledriver on an I beam. She was moaning and moaning and alternately screaming as one hand was massaging her clitoris and the other up feeling her breasts. I rolled a nipple between my thumb and forefinger then finally i cummed again and she screamed as my cum ran up into her uterus. She dismounted my semi erected cock and got dressed. I massaged her left breast all the way back to her house, and before she left the car Iren gave me a swift kiss and her soaking wet panties.

 

I slid my hand under her already wet thong, I could feel her warm pussy, it was so soggy and wet, as I moved my fingers around her clit I could hear her cum making a ‘squishing’ sound. I looked up to see her holding a pillow over her mouth to stop her from groaning too loud. I started to gently kiss her belly getting lower and lower down her body, she placed her hand on my head, gently forcing my head down towards her dripping wet pussy, no words were needed to be said. I stuffed my face into her pussy, her cum was all over my face and lips. I started to lick her faster and faster, she was forcing my face so much onto her pussy I could hardly breathe.

 

My hands came down from her breasts, and onto her hips, she opened her legs wider she sounded like she couldn’t breathe and I could feel her whole body getting hotter and hotter by the second. Minutes later, she grabbed my shoulders, wanting me to come closer to her, as I approached her kneeled down over her belly grabbed my dick firmly and started sucking on it, she sucked it so violently and it felt great. My dick went deep into her throat, I could see my cum dribbling down her mouth, she then stopped.

 

She stared at me while opening her legs wide, without saying a word moved down towards the foot of the bed, I went to reach into my draw and pulled out a condom. As I was about to open the wrapper she whispered to me “we don’t need one” I dropped it on the floor and hurried over to her, I grabbed my dick, it was so big and hard. I pulled her down towards me by her hips. I slid my stiff dick into her hot, wet pussy.

It was so tight it felt great, she was already groaning under her breath, I started slowly, going deeper and deeper.. It was finally all the way in. It was still so tight, I started to push it in and out, in and out slowly, gradually getting faster and deeper her cum had dripped onto my balls, the though of this turned me on ever more and I kept going faster and faster.

 

She was groaning out of control, not knowing where to place her hands, they was all over the place, she was biting her lips hard. All of a sudden I felt something happening, I was about to cum. The urge came so strongly I couldn’t control myself, I found myself clenching my fists with my face facing the ceiling. It was the biggest orgasm I had ever experienced. I felt the cum just spraying out of my dick and deep into her pussy, it wouldn’t stop coming. Seconds later I pulled my dick out. There was a tense moment with both of us as we stared at each other, both out of breath and she smiled and pulled me down towards her. We didn’t even get dressed, we got under the covers holding each other tightly and ended up falling asleep.

 

 [END]

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     Conceptually brilliant, 'Five' really is the ultimate in cool night spots. The creation of a New Zealand businessman who opened the first venue in Christchurch in 2004, it offers the thrill-seeker, thirty minutes (at a time) in a literal ice-cavern. The refrigerated premises contain a well stocked bar - made of ice, as are the walls, floors, ceiling, seats, bar-stools, lounges, decorations, even the glasses you sip your cocktails from. If you are so inclined (and most do)...you can eat the 'glass' as you drink. The place is adorned with wonderful ice sculptures and if you think you have been there and done it all up until now, let me assure you, you haven't! How many of you have ever seen a rock-band performing in Everest wear, trying to stave off frostbite?

    Sessions ($30 per person) are limited to thirty minutes, ostensibly on account of the temperature. Up until 6.30.p.m. children even are admitted in the company of adults obviously. Whilst "Minus Five" is the tag-line as it were, it is frequently colder. The night Jenna and I were there, it hit minus fourteen according to the wall sensors. Patrons are required to wear protective gear including zip-up yak-hide coats, two sets of gloves/mittens, scarves and thick shoes - all of which management provides whilst you queue-up. Available cocktails ($10) inside are at the cutting edge of alcoholic mayhem. The "Husky" as it is affectionately known, being a tossed conglomeration of just about everything behind the bar. With a 'kick' like battery-acid on the rocks, I had three!

    Let us then return to the night in question.
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    Suffice to say "Minus Five" is probably the most patronised locale in the city at the moment (and even as you read this, management is opening three new venues in Florida, New York and Barcelona concurrently)Â

    Kind of an "L" shaped affair, with any more than twenty people at a time, it tends to get quite crowded. The Saturday night Jenna and I went there, they had perhaps a dozen other visitors, mainly tourists.

    We were perched on one of the ice-lounges chatting, me with my second 'Husky' and Jenna striving to keep up with her Mango creation, when our conversation was interrupted by a heavily accented,

   "Say, could you guys take a picture of us please?"

    The question was delivered by a remarkably pretty blonde, proffering me her digital camera, the other arm around the shoulders of her equally attractive brunette companion. Standing alongside a highly detailed ice sculpture of the Sydney Opera House, they quite understandably wanted one of themselves together.

   "Sure," I said, handing my "Husky" to Jenna and you have to be real careful holding drinks in there - they are that slippery. Took a couple for them and handed the camera back. "Thanks a lot," came the bubbly Californian accent once more. I wished momentarily I had been taking pictures of other things but managed to quell the indecent images.

   Still chatting to Jenna, I noticed our American friends posing beside various ice sculptures further along the lounge, each taking photos of the other. Both in their very early twenties I would adjudge, I took pity on them as they held the camera at arm's length trying obviously to squeeze themselves both into the frame.

  "Hold this Jen would you?" I said, passing across my 'Husky,' "I think they need more help."

   Grateful for the assistance, they re-positioned themselves once more for the family back home. The smiles they were generating more than penetrated the cold.

   "Is she your daughter?" asked the blonde girl whose name I discovered was Sandy, glancing across at Jenna as she sipped her Mango juice with a three-way kick. "She's very pretty."

  Something in her words caused me to glance up at her.

 "That she is Sandy, thanks." I replied.

   I was about to hand the camera back when her friend, who introduced herself as Erin, smiled sweetly and asked if I could take "just one more picture" of them, over with the 'naked guy.'

  A full sized sculpture, but a couple of metres from where Jenna was sitting, the 'guy' was indeed naked. Not only well muscled, this icy tribute to all the Schwarzeneggers of the world, held center stage between the bar and the far wall. His sculpturer having spared no detail, caused doubtless many an embarrassed "Oh wow," from the female patrons to visit.

    Handing me the camera (whilst Erin gave Jenna hers) both girls then knelt at the foot of the statue smiling wantonly. Not sure what Jenna was thinking - if anything, but after we took a couple of pictures, Sandy asked if we could engage video mode.

    With seemingly practised confidence, both girls then wrapped an arm around each leg, leant inwards and began a simulated lick-fest of the hero's iced appendage.

    Jenna began giggling uncontrollably, whilst I was waiting for security to come and drag us all away. A couple more girls on their iced bar-stools pointed to our group whilst quite obviously blushing at the unfolding drama in their midst.

    Erin then pleaded with Jenna to take a few seconds' video of herself mid 'blow-job,' which must have had my daughter just about wetting herself. I had then of course to return the favor, filming Sandy's undoubted prowess with her tongue. I would have paid good money to know what Jenna was thinking during that brief interlude.

    I figured we all needed an extended break after that, there still being a quarter of an hour almost of our "session" left. I asked the girls if they would like a drink. They weren't shy let's say!

    Whilst huddled up on the lounge we traded information, discovering that both girls were from the Sausalito area of San Fran and that they were due to fly out of Sydney back home to the States the following evening. Sandy, not surprisingly was a model and Erin working for some legal firm in Oakland. In the 'looks' department, there was nothing between them.

   You know when personalities 'click.' Problem is, you know when they more than click too!

    To cut a long story short, they asked us if we would like to come back to their hotel for a nightcap. I looked at Jenna, who never having been one to shun social convention, just smiled up at me.

  "Can we dad?" she asked.

    I thought I caught a momentary glance between the other two but could not be sure.

    As it happened, they were staying at The Grace - a rather beautifully refurbished edifice in the heart of the city - barely sixteen minutes walk from "Minus Five" itself.

     The girls' suite was spacious and comfortable. Returning the courtesy of their invitation, I contacted room service and within fifteen minutes trays of sandwiches and liquid pleasantries made their appearance. Jack Daniels for me of course, and a pack of Bacardi Breezers for the girls. Well OK, two packs!

    I had not been mistaken earlier. A couple of times I caught both girls off guard, looking at Jenna mid conversation and exchanging glances that confirmed their ...well, "mutual admiration," is the best way of putting it I suppose. I wasn't short of a certain "admiration" myself however, given the compelling proximity of Sandy's short tight skirt and Erin's plunging neckline.Â

   "Anyone want to see a movie?" Sandy drawled attractively right that moment. I definitely wanted to see something - just wasn't sure quite what!
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    None of us having seen the "Underworld" sequel - "Evolution," we fired that up and being unable to efficiently and comfortably arrange one sofa and two chairs around the wall-mounted TV, we opted for the King Size, which accommodated four people with consummate ease. Jenna between the girls and me alongside Sandy.

    You would think I might have learned from this dangerously up close and personal scenario in the past. Maybe I was just hoping!

    The more werewolves bloodily despatched, the more alcohol we consumed. "Yukky" became the girl's catch-cry as the screen filled with digitised corpses. Still, if one watches a film of this nature one cannot expect to see a documentary on the lifetime achievements of Mother Teresa.

    Having ordered yet more beverages, it would be fair to say everyone was pleasantly disposed towards life at this juncture. Jenna and Erin especially had upped the giggling factor considerably, with Erin more than once making contact with Jenna's leg I noticed, when commenting on some scene or other. Nothing suggestive really, just girlish familiarity which in itself can be such a tease to the onlooker. I can't speak for the participants.

    I should point out also that all three girls' skirts were riding temptingly high above the knee as they snuggled further into the coverlet. Sandy's especially was taking up more and more of my sidelong glances.

    We would have been more than half-way through the movie when either the alcohol kicked-in big time or some ill-gotten need-to-breed manifested itself into the collective conscience on site. I had just turned to glance at Sandy at much the same second she turned her head my way.

    There was no reason to ask permission. Sexy lips are what they are, all you can ever do is kiss them and hope for the best. I knew at once I had struck a rich vein and it sure wasn't shale oil.

    I heard a "Gosh dad," from the far side of the bed but was then far too taken up with proceedings to care about appearances. Sandy was as warm and tasty as they come and it was the work of but a moment, to lay her full length on the bed covers, that long blonde hair splayed all over the pillow rather attractively. No Playboy photographer could have done better.

    Her breasts so prominently displayed at that angle, I simply nuzzled them softly through her top which had her wriggling pleasurably as the whimpers and sighs gained volume. Placing my hand along the inside of her thigh betrayed her needful compliance as she moaned gently and spread her legs noticeably. More than familiar with this road-map I edged on to the motorway north.

    Glancing across at the other two girls, perhaps wondering why no further exclamations of dismay at my blatantly sexual conduct were forthcoming, I all but slipped off the bed.

    Erin had Jenna in much the same position as Sandy and was kissing her passionately, whilst beginning to squeeze her breasts as might any besotted schoolboy, given the opportunity. It was definitely stealing my thunder.

    Sandy, noticing no doubt, my momentary distraction from the path of righteousness, glanced her friend's way also. Smiling up at me, she whispered "Erin has a thing for young girls...we both do actually. Does that offend you?" I merely shook my head - this was really a moment frozen in time!

    I didn't even feel a sense of immediate loss as Sandy wriggled her way over to Jenna, whence she began fondling my daughter's other breast which, beneath the somewhat tight top she had chosen to wear, was most prominent, despite the fact that she is barely a 34 B cup. Jenna opened her eyes to observe her new assailant for a moment but obviously decided to go with the flow, allowing both older girls to kiss her in rotation now.

    "Are you Ok with this Noel?" Sandy muttered a few moments later, looking back at me. "You don't mind us kissing Jenna?" My non-verbal acquiescence took the form of an impartial nod. It was definitely up to Jenna to "mind" and from what I could see, that wasn't even a consideration.

    Having observed Jenna at the mercy of various oversexed males and females at Harper Valley, you might think I had seen it all. Let me tell you then, watching my daughter being kissed and gratuitously felt-up by two girls at once - neither but a few years older than her, set a new benchmark in erotic viewing.

    As Erin began to slip her hand down inside Jenna's bra, Sandy began pushing her skirt up, well beyond any acceptable level of decency. I have to admit to being riveted by the sight, most especially as her panties were forthwith on show to anyone thus interested.

    Sandy was obviously keenly interested, as with one hand on active duty, still fondling her right breast almost lewdly, she slipped her right hand well up between Jenna's legs and began rubbing the front of her panties sufficiently that Jenna gasped audibly between Erin's kisses, at the same time making a half-hearted attempt to pull her skirt down.

    Up until this moment I had managed to remain a passive, though highly interested, let it be said, observer. At the point however that Sandy seized Jenna's wrist and then after wriggling her own skirt up high enough, guided my daughter's hand up between her own legs, facilitating contact I imagine with her own undoubtedly hot little panties, I found it necessary to apply some localised therapy of my own.

    "She is soo sexy isn't she?" I heard Erin mutter to her friend, breaking off from kissing Jenna momentarily. "And she has the hottest little boobs," she smiled lasciviously quite forgetting my presence obviously, as she groped once more the contents of my daughter's bra.

   Sandy must have flashed her a glance in my direction as Erin immediately let out a cry of embarrassed regret. "Ohhh, I'm so sorry," before seeing what it was I was doing, then she half giggled. "Oh wow, doesn't look like you mind seeing your daughter in this position either."

   I was in no position to participate in any in-depth conversation right that moment, so I simply shook my head and continued addressing my own needs.

    Jenna I noticed, was not in need of a girl's instruction manual either and was now actively causing friction on some majorly interesting part of Sandy's lower anatomy that had her wriggling her hips in pleasure. I noted her own reciprocated fingering of Jenna's still concealed pussy, causing my daughter's hips to thrust up with unabashed pleasure. Both girls were beginning to moan like alley-cats on heat.

    What did that make me I was wondering?

    Despite her "involvement" let's say, Sandy was actively interested in my own ministrations and parted her legs further I am sure, to enable me to see with total clarity what Jenna was doing to her. I could of course already see what indecencies she was wreaking on Jenna's teenage body.

    With the coming of my own personal little moment of truth, having inveigled my way up close and personal to Sandy's up-skirt attributes, I am in no way ashamed to admit that I spurted a somewhat warm confection across her thighs, the lower extremities of her lilac pink knickers as well as my daughter's hand and lower wrist.

    Despite her own impending "Waterloo," Jenna flashed me a "That's so naughty dad," glance, just up front of her own whimpers of release as Sandy's fingers I could see, were forcing the silky material of her panties well up inside her attractively displayed cleft.

    Sandy too was skylarking up there with the Gods as Jenna's fingers, having slipped beneath the leg of her panties, were now manipulating it would seem, her entire clitoral area. Her tight little blonde pubic curls clearly visible now, only added to the highly arousing scene being played out.

    Erin meanwhile had her own program of self-help well underway. Still fondling Jenna's breasts with rare enthusiasm, her left hand had wormed its way beneath the waistband of her own skimpy panties and she was clearly masturbating herself quite as hard as the situation demanded. Her own cries of orgasmic solace trailed on the wind.

   For a good few moments, no-one spoke. Not a lot one could say really!

   Jenna half sat upright, propped up by a couple of pillows. "I'm sorry dad," she murmured, making decent her hemline, as well as a few adjustments further north.

   "For what sweetheart?" I replied. "I didn't see anything just now that warranted an apology - from anyone." I glanced at the other two - Erin blushed noticeably. "If anything, it was me got a little 'out of hand' you might say." That cracked Sandy up.

   "You girls just chat between yourselves," I suggested, "I'll go fix us all a coffee." So saying, I eased myself off the bed and headed for the mini-kitchen where I could see a small fridge and some tea-making equipment. I couldn't hear what was being said but I did notice from the occasional glance, a lot of smiles and tellingly, no inclination from any of the girls to space themselves apart any further.

    By the time I got back there with a tray, both Erin and Sandy were huddled up around Jenna seemingly prepped for some further girlish involvement. I say 'seemingly'....what else could you call it with both girls taking turns kissing Jenna softly on the lips as she lay submissively between them. In terms of sheer erotic moments, this be assured, ranked up there with the best of them.

    As I sat down on the coverlet, Jenna sat up and smoothed down her skirt, flashing me the prettiest of smiles as she did so. Everyone finished their coffee in near silence although an air of indefinable "expectation" hung over proceedings. The two girls I noticed continued to exchange glances with one another, whilst Erin's arm remained locked around Jenna's almost lovingly.

   "Are you still at school Jenna?" Sandy asked quietly. One sensed my daughter's almost shy affirmation of the fact was much to the other two's liking. "Maybe schoolgirls appeal to other girls as much as they do men?" I was thinking.  Â

    Either oblivious to my presence or uncaring thereof, Erin re-commenced kissing Jenna softly on the lips and it is no distortion of the truth when I say that my daughter's reaction was one of total capitulation. Allowing herself to be manouevered back on to the pillows, she offered not the slightest resistance, even as Sandy began to divest her of that lacy little top, while Erin was wasting no time unzipping her skirt. Just moments later, Jenna lay there in simply her matching green bra and panties - a sight it would be worth living through six lifetimes to see. Trust me on this!

   "God Erin," I heard Sandy mutter, "Do we have to go home in the morning?" Erin giggled and gently pulling Jenna's hair away from her eyes, sighed as she looked down at her. "I wish, she is soooo hot!'

   I reckon she got that right.

   "Can we undress her?" Erin looked up at me hopefully as she spoke.

   "Hell kids, you needn't be asking me," I replied, "It's Jenna's call - I don't even want to be refereeing this one!"

    Finally...a gasp from Jenna as the prospect of being stripped naked suddenly reared up as an imminent proposition. There was time for just one cheeky "Not my panties, nooo" before Erin had them down below her knees, that wonderful little triangle of furred privacy displayed to us all.

    Not to be outdone in the field of sexy innovation, Sandy had Jenna's bra unhooked and on its way to the edge of the bed covers before Erin had even worked her panties free of both feet. This was sheer visual torture on a rogue scale.

    In hindsight, I don't think I have ever seen two girls consumed with lust such as were both these Californian girls that night. Talk about a bull in a china shop - Erin had Jenna's legs wide apart and was licking her like a dehydrated child attacking an iced lollipop mid summer. As for Sandy, she was rubbing Jenna's left breast, as might an inexperienced partner on Prom night, while with her lips she was suckling her right nipple rather in the manner one might expect of a starving infant desperate for its morning starter-pack.

    Jenna was moaning freely, her arms way over her head as the two girls took their pleasures of her young and utterly sensual body. At one stage she opened her eyes and looking directly at me, willed me almost to share her own pleasure. I could do nothing...this was not about me. I could be no part of that tableaux and strangely was quite comfortable in that knowledge. I was to be fucking no-one this night and knew that with absolute conviction.

   I'm not even sure if I masturbated again - I think I probably did. All I recall now is that after I moved across to the high-back chair near the foot of the bed, both girls began feeling Jenna up as they took turns kissing her even more passionately. One of them would push two fingers well up inside her pussy while the other fondled her breasts and nipples shamelessly. That Jenna experienced multiple rolling orgasms is beyond question. At one stage she was literally whimpering for their attentions.

    Having perhaps some desire to level the playing-field as it were, I could only look-on with awed reverence, as Sandy leaned across and began actively masturbating her friend also to the edge of sanity as she worked the numbers with Jenna's slim and visibly trembling body. Both my daughter and Erin reached the high plateau together. I just hoped the walls were of a decent thickness.

    There was but one combination to satisfy.

    Even as they tugged Sandy between them, Jenna completely unaware I think that she was naked, I watched mesmerised as they stripped her completely, Erin more than happy to shed her clothes too at this juncture. All those hot young breasts being communally groped and fondled while their owners kissed, holding each others hands occasionally in a rather touching if not arousing display of entrenched feminine affection. Jenna I have noticed has a particular liking for hot young breasts (little wonder one might say, given her own intensely desirable twin mounds) Sandy's muted cries of satiated need, evidence if such be needed, that their combined ministrations had pressed all the right buttons.

    The alcohol had run its course with me and even as the three of them slid under the covers for a night of unhinged sexual excess one assumes, I just pulled the coverlet up over my knees and fell asleep. I didn't find it necessary to count bra-straps let's say!
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    We have never discussed that night since.

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     (c) 2006 Peter_Pan

This extract, courtesy of "Harper Valley: A Postscript"

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 I slowly finished and stood up to step out of the tub onto the bear skin rug. I reached for the white long sleeve button up that was folded neatly to the side. It was a man’s size. Beneath it was a long black wife beater that resembled a small tight black dress once it was on. I then slipped the white shirt over my head and began to undo some of the buttons.

 Next, the man with an opinion came up to me and started talking business. Upon negotiation he walked me over to the bed and proceeded to tie a leather rope around my wrists and to the headboard. Then he quickly blind folded me and told me to stay calm. I laid there listening to the soft jazz in the background buzzing from the joint I had smoked walking through the parking lot. It had been a dreary day but business was business and I had agreed to these terms.

Finally a piece of duck tape was placed on my mouth and my arm was tapped to let me know it had indeed begun. At first it was gentle. His cock sliding slowly into my pussy that tightened upon introduction. It was warm and big and I began to get wet as he nibbled on my breasts. He took me over and over again until he was satisfied that he’d done everything imaginable with the exception of anal sex, which had been the deal. My long hair was sticky with cum and my blue eyes stung from the cloth hiding them. He hadn’t even known what he’d fucked. Probably the best fuck of his life and he didn’t even get to look me in the eyes…but that was his choice not mine. I had not deterred him from his fantasy in anyway and complied with all the details. As he lifted himself off of me a rush of cool air hit my body and my nipples became hard. It was over and I heard the door click and the camera guy leave.

 The guy with the opinion stayed to untie and unmask me. We chuckled at what had just happened and cracked open the remaining beers. It was cool on my tainted tongue. All I could taste was salt. Should have had a margarita, I thought. But it was over and I was paid as the guy with the opinion ranted and raved at what a good job I had done. Little did he know I practiced for free to become just that good. He gently placed one bill down after another until I was clutching a wad of cash. Hawaii, I thought. I’ll take her to Hawaii. And the lights went out. I woke up in my own bed the next morning with a headache. The phone rang and a shrill went through my ears. I picked up the receiver, “hello”. My friend from Montana responded with urgency, “It’s me. What in the hell have you been up to? I haven’t heard from you in forever. I replied, “Nothing. This is Vegas. Nothing ever happens here”, and then smiled as I looked in the mirror at my shirt that read…What Happens Here Stays Here.