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jttobias — Thu, 20 Dec 2018 00:56:33 UTC

Sanitation refers to public health conditions related to clean drinking water and treatment and disposal of human excreta and sewage.[1] Preventing human contact with feces is part of sanitation, as is hand washing with soap. Sanitation systems aim to protect human health by providing a clean environment that will stop the transmission of disease, especially through the fecal–oral route.[2] For example, diarrhea, a main cause of malnutrition and stunted growth in children, can be reduced through adequate sanitation.[3] There are many other diseases which are easily transmitted in communities that have low levels of sanitation, such as ascariasis (a type of intestinal worm infection or helminthiasis), cholera, hepatitis, polio, schistosomiasis, and trachoma, to name just a few.

The sanitation system: collection, transport, treatment, disposal or reuse.
A range of sanitation technologies and approaches exists. Some examples are community-led total sanitation, container-based sanitation, ecological sanitation, emergency sanitation, environmental sanitation, onsite sanitation and sustainable sanitation. A sanitation system includes the capture, storage, transport, treatment and disposal or reuse of human excreta and wastewater.[4] Reuse activities within the sanitation system may focus on the nutrients, water, energy or organic matter contained in excreta and wastewater. This is referred to as the "sanitation value chain" or "sanitation economy".[5][6] The people responsible for cleaning, maintaining, operating, or emptying a sanitation technology at any step of the sanitation chain are called "sanitation workers".[7]: 2

Several sanitation "levels" are being used to compare sanitation service levels within countries or across countries.[8] The sanitation ladder defined by the Joint Monitoring Programme in 2016 starts at open defecation and moves upwards using the terms "unimproved", "limited", "basic", with the highest level being "safely managed".[8] This is particularly applicable to developing countries.

The Human Right to Water and Sanitation was recognized by the United Nations (UN) General Assembly in 2010. Sanitation is a global development priority and the subject of Sustainable Development Goal 6.[9] The estimate in 2017 by JMP states that 4.5 billion people currently do not have safely managed sanitation.[9] Lack of access to sanitation has an impact not only on public health but also on human dignity and personal safety.

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jttobias — Thu, 02 Nov 2017 22:13:57 UTC

Summer Jaunt

anonymous — Thu, 23 Aug 2012 21:22:58 UTC

I LEARNT ABOUT S/H AFTER SPENDING AN EVENING BORED WHILE MY WIFE WAS OUT WITH HER MOTHER AND THE KIDS WERE ASLEEP, IT MADE ME REALISE WHAT A SEXUAL PLACE THE WORLD WAS AND THAT THE THINGS THAT HAPPEN TO ME ARE MORE NORMAL THAN I AT FIRST THOUGHT.

I WORK WITH A LOVELY LADY CALLED S AND SHE SEEMS TO DRESS IN SUCH A PROFESSIONAL WAY THAT ON THE ODD OCCASIONS THAT SHE WEARS A DRESS ITS CUT JUST ABOVE HER KNEES SENDS ME WILD AND I HAVE TO THINK ABOUT MY MOTHER IN LAW TO CALM MY SELF DOWN.

THIS WAS HOW IT HAD CARRIED ON FOR OVER 2 YEARS UNTIL THIS SUMMER WHEN WE HAD TO GO OUT AT LUNCH TIME ONE DAY TO GO TO THE BANK AND GET A FEW OTHER ITEMS FOR WORK AND SOME LUNCH FOR OURSELVES SO WE WENT IN ONE CAR AS THERE IS NO PARKING TO WORRY ABOUT AS S COULD JUST JUMP OUT AT THE APPROPRIATE SHOPS/BANKS ETC.

WELL BEING IN A PORSCHE BOXSTER WITH THE ROOF DOWN ON A SUMMERS DAY IS ALL GOOD AND DANDY (THE BOSES CAR) UNTIL YOU HAVE TO GET OUT IN A LADYLIKE MANNER AND IT WAS UPON GETTING BACK INTO THE CAR THAT I TOOK THE BANKING BOOK BACK OFF S AND LOOKED ACROSS THE CAR AND STRAIGHT UP HER SKIRT AND NEARLY STALLED THE CAR AT THE SIGHT OF A LOVELY SHAVED MINGE.
I KEPT MY COOL AND AS WE CARRIED ON OUR JOURNEY I KEPT ONE EYE OPEN FOR ANY FURTHER PUSSY SIGHTINGS BUT TO NO AVAIL.

BACK AT WORK I PARKED THE CAR AND AS S HAD SEVERAL ITEMS ON HER LAP I WENT ROUND TO HER SIDE OF THE CAR AND OPENED HER DOOR AND TOOK SOME OF THE BAGS OFF HER HANDS AND HELD THE DOOR OPEN FOR HER. AS SHE STEPPED OUT I WAS REWARDED FOR MY MANNERS WITH A PROLONGED VIEW OF THAT SHAVED CUNT AGAIN AND THOUGHT THAT S HAD TAKEN A BIT TOO LONG STANDING UP AND WISHED WE HAD SOMEWHERE ELSE TO GO THAT DAY IN THE CAR.

FATE SOMETIMES LOOKS AFTER ME AND WHEN ANOTHER COMPANY CAR NEEDED COLLECTING LATER THAT DAY FROM A GARAGE THAT IT HAD BEEN SERVICED AT I VOLUNTEERED TO GO AND PICK IT UP AND S SAID SHE WOULDN'T MIND GOING AS WELL AS HER WORK LOAD HAD EASED AND SHE WAS WAITING FOR SOME FIGURES BACK FROM A SUPPLIER AND HAD NOTHING THAT COULDN'T WAIT TILL LATER.

I ASKED S IF SHE WANTED TO DRIVE AND SHE SAID SHE HAD NEVER DRIVEN A PORSCHE BEFORE AND WOULD LOVE TO BUT UPON GETTING IN TO THE CAR SHE COULDN'T GET HER FEET TO WORK THE PEDALS BECAUSE HER HEELS WERE CATCHING ON THE CARPET SO WOULD I HOLD THEM FOR HER. I COULDN'T REFUSE AS I NEEDED SOMETHING TO COVER THE BULGE IN MY TROUSERS AND WITH A HITCH UP OF HER SKIRT WE SET OFF.

WE CHATTED AS SHE DROVE AND I ASKED HER WHAT SHE THOUGHT OF THE POWERFUL CAR AND SHE REPLIED THAT IT WAS LIKE RIDING A HORSE ALL THAT POWER UNDER YOUR CONTROL. I ASKED HOW WELL IT HANDLED AND SHE SAID IT FELT TIGHT AND FLUID THRU THE CURVES OF THE ROAD. SHE ASKED ME HOW TO LOWER HER SEAT AS IT WAS A BIT UNCOMFORTABLE THOUGH AND CAUSING HER SKIRT TO BUNCH UP AND I SAID THERE WAS A BUTTON ON THE SIDE OF THE SEAT UPON WHICH SHE TOOK HER EYES OFF THE ROAD AND LOOKED FOR THE BUTTON. AFTER RECOVERING FROM THE SWERVE ACROSS THE ROAD SHE ASKED ME TO LOWER HER SEAT SO WE DIDNT CRASH AND BEING A SMALL CAR I LEARNT ACROSS HER AND PRESSED THE BUTTON TO MAKE THE SEAT GO DOWN BUT IT DIDN'T WORK AND TO AVOID AN ACCIDENT I SUGGESTED SHE SHOULD PULL OVER UP AHEAD IN A SMALL CARPARK AND I WOULD SORT THE SEAT OUT.

AFTER STOPPING I HOPPED OUT OF MY SEAT AND WENT ROUND TO HER DOOR AND OPENED IT AND PRESSED THE BUTTON ON THE SEAT TO NO AVAIL AND SAID IT PROB THE FUSE SO CHECKED THE FUSEBOX IN THE DRIVERS FOOTWELL AND COULD SEE THAT A FUSE WAS BLOWN SO GOT THE LITTLE TOOL OUT TO REMOVE THE SMALL FUSE AND AFTER TAKING THE FUSE OUT WENT TO PUT THE SPARE FUSE IN BUT IT PINGED UNDERNEATH S'S SEAT AND AS THIS WAS THE ONLY SPARE FUSE I REACHED UNDER HER SEAT TO GET IT BACK. I COULD SMELL HER MUSKY ODOUR AND WITH MY HEAD ALMOST ON HER LAP BUT TURNED AWAY THE THOUGHT RAN THRU MY HEAD OF HOW GOOD IT WOULD BE TO BE LICKING HER OUT RIGHT NOW.

I COULDN'T REACH THE FUSE SO SAID THAT S WOULD HAVE TO GET OUT OF THE SEAT AND WITH NO WARNING SHE JUST MOVED HER RIGHT LEG ROUND AND THERE WAS NO DOUBT THAT THE VIEW I GOT WAS DEFINITELY FOR MY ATTENTION, I STOPPED LOOKING FOR THE FUSE AND ASKED IF EVERYTHING WAS OK AND S SAID WHY EVER NOT AND STOOD UP AND OUT OF MY WAY. I LOOKED DOWN AT THE SEAT AND COULD SEE A DAMP PATCH WHERE SHE HAD BEEN SITTING AND AS I REACHED UNDER THE SEAT FELT HOW WARM IT WAS. FUSE RETRIEVED AND BACK INTO THE FUSE BOX THE SEAT LOWERED AND S LEVERED HERSELF BACK INTO THE CAR AND I RAN ROUND TO MY SIDE AND OFF WE WENT.

THE STOP IN THE CARPARK ALONG WITH THE GETTING IN AND OUT OF THE SEAT HAD CULMINATED WITH S'S SKIRT NOW RIDING UP WELL ABOVE HER KNEES AND I COULD SEE HER INSIDE LEGS GLISTENING WITH WHAT COULD ONLY BE HER JUICES SO I ASKED HER HOW HER HUBBY WAS AND SHE ANSWERED WITH A SNORT THAT HE HAD TURNED INTO A MISERABLE BASTARD RECENTLY AND THAT SHE HAD TAKEN TO PLAYING WITH HERSELF RATHER THAN WAITING FOR HIM TO FUCK HER!! I WAS SHOCKED SHE HAD NEVER BEEN THAT UP FRONT BEFORE AND SHE THEN ADDED THAT HADN'T I WONDERED WHY SHE HAD NO KNICKERS ON AND KEPT FLASHING HER PUSSY AT ME. I REPLIED BY SAYING I THOUGHT THE WEATHER WAS JUST SO NICE RECENTLY THAT SHE WAS FEELING SUMMERY AND SHE SAID NO. SHE WANTED MY COCK UP HER. I SAT BACK SHOCKED AND SAID I WAS FLATTERED AND AS WE HAD NO TIME RIGHT NOW WOULD ME PLAYING WITH HER PUSSY DO WHILE WE DROVE TO COLLECT THE CAR. 2 SECONDS LATER AND SHE HAD HER SKIRT UP AROUND HER WAIST AND MY HAND WAS BETWEEN HER SPREAD LEGS AND GOD DID IT FEEL GOOD, SOFT BUT PLUMP AND WARM, I PULLED MY FINGERS OUT SLOWLY AND LICKED THEM FIRST BEFORE OFFERING THEM TO S UPON WHICH SHE SUCKED AND LICKED THEM CLEAN BEFORE TELLING ME THAT I HADNT FINISHED AND TO GET THEM BACK UP HER SLIT AND BACK TO GOOD USE.

5 MIUTES LATER AND SEVERAL NEAR MISSES S HAD TO PULL OVER AND AS I CARRIED ON FINGERING HER SHE LEANED OVER AND STUCK HER TOUNGE IN MY MOUTH AND SLIPPED HER HAND DOWN MY TROUSERS AND ROUND MY THROBBING COCK, BEFORE SHE HAD A CHANCE TO WANK ME OFF I FELT HER PUSSY LIPS CONTRACT ON MY FINGERS AND WITH AN ALMIGHTY SHUDDER AN ORGASM ROCKED HER BODY AND I THOUGHT SHE WAS GOING TO RIP MY COCK OFF AS SHE CONVULSED SO HARD AND SO FAST WITH ONE ORGASM AFTER ANOTHER.

I POINTED OUT THAT WE WERE NOW RUNNING LATE AND WE DIDNT WANT TOUNGES TO WAG BACK AT THE OFFICE AND SHE SAID THAT THERE WAS NO WAY SHE COULD DRIVE NOW SO WE SWAPPED SEATS QUICKLY BUT SHE KEPT HER SKIRT HITCHED UP AND PLAYED SLOWLEY WITH HERSELF AS I DROVE US TO OUR DESTINATION. WE ARRIVED AND I GOT OUT TO GET THE KEYS FOR THE OTHER CAR FROM THE GARAGE AND UPON GETTING BACK INTO THE BOXSTER RANG MY BOSS TO SAY THAT WE WERE HERE BUT THE OTHER CAR WASNT READY FOR ANOTHER 10 MINS BUT WE WOULD BE BACK ASAP. S LOOKED AT ME AND I TOLD HER TO GET THE OTHER CAR AND MEET ME BACK AT THE CARPARK WHERE WE HAD STOPPED EARLIER.

WITHIN 10 MINS I WAS HAVING MY COCK SUCKED AND JUST AS I WAS ABOUT TO COME S STRADDLED ME AND I FINALLY FELT HER WET PUSSY LIPS ON MY NOW BLUE MEMBER, IT WAS TOO MUCH AND I EMPTIED MY LOAD UP HER PUSSY AND FINNALY RELAXED FOR THE FIRST TIME IN OVER 2 HOURS, WE CARRIED ON KISSING FOR A FEW MINUTES AND THEN TIDIED OUR SELVES UP AND DROVE BACK TO THE WORK CAR PARK WHERE ONE LAST QUICK FONDLE AND WE RETURNED TO WORK WITH NOBODY THE WISER.

I CANT WAIT TILL WE GO ON THAT COURSE NEXT MONTH TOGETHER AND I NOW LOOK TO SEE IF SHE HAS A VPL EVERYDAY, AND YES IF ITS NOT THERE THEN I ALWAYS FIND AN EXCUSE TO FIX HER PC UNDER HER DESK, BUT ILL LET YOU KNOW HOW THE COURSE WENT,
TILL THEN.
SIMPLE42

Meeting

anonymous — Thu, 23 Aug 2012 19:27:23 UTC

After the summer jaunt last month i can now tell you how my training course went last week.
S and i had gone to warrington for a 3 day course on managment training and after a very boring first day had gone back to our respective rooms for to get changed before going out for a meal and a few drinks together, i dont know wether we were just a bit nervouse but after a nice evening in the hotel bar we went back to our rooms and apart from a brief kiss good night nothing happened.
I awoke the following morning with a the thought of how dull the next 2 days were going to be and how unlucky i was not to be going over that body with a fine tooth combe again.
After a long winded morning we broke for lunch and i talked to S for the first time of the day and asked her how she was and how she was finding the course, she replied that she was also bored and that she needed perking up a bit. I was thinking about this when we were called back into the meeting room for the afternoons tuition and all thru the afternoon was thinking about those legs and how lovely they would looked wraped around my head. S was sitting next to me and i was looking over at her when i noticed that she was also not paying any attention to our tutor and had her hands on her skirt rubbing slowly between her legs.
I could feel my cock standing to attention inside my trousers and leaned over to her and whispered to her to stop it as i can t concentrate. She answered me by crossing her legs so that she had easier access to her pussy and carried on rubbing away. I waited until our coffee break and got up straight away and went back to my room and sat down on my bed and dropped my trousers and started wanking away while thinking again of those shaven lips again. I was moments away from coming when a hand grabbed my cock and slowed me down and someone kissed me deeply on the lips. i opened my eyes and S was there, i had left my room door open in the rush and she had followed me to my room to help me concentrate on the task in hand.
She pushed me down onto the bed and wrapped her lips round my cock and started to suck me off, slowly at first but buildind speed as she went she then used my precome to lube her finger up and started to finger my arse while still sucking me off, seconds later and i was holding her head while i exploded into her mouth, she sucked long past me finishing and only once i was completly spent did she pull her finger out of my arse and let my cock flop back on to my groin. She then motioned that we needed to get back down to the course but while i was making my self presentable she crouched down and removed her knickers and gave them to me to keep for the last 2 hours of the course. we rushed back downstairs and made sure that we sat where nobody else could see her apart from me and i was treated to 2 hours of waching her mastribating while in a meeting room full of men and women in suits. it was the biggest turn on imaginable and we couldnt wait for the end of the session to come.
we were asked at the end of the second days course to meet up afterwards in the bar for drinks and we went there hand in hand looking to all intentions like a couple. we got chating with various people including a couple of young trainee managers from MOD EDIT who were staying in the same hotel as us and we asked the girls if they wanted to come back to my room at the end of the night for a few drinks.
T and C were both 21 and said they had been on so many boring courses that to say that they were surprised when they saw S playing with herself in the main room was an understatment. S and I looked at each other in shock as we thought she had been so carefull but T said that that was why they had come over to chat to us as they were despratly in need of something to spice the day up and if S was thinking about me then i must be worth a look at and would i like to be involved in a 4some. I tried to sound all nonchelant but just blurted out of course and with that T pulled her skirt down and revealed the pertest bum i have everseen along with a full set of pussy lips like i had never seen before, with just a small bush she was indeed something worth exploring with my tounge which i proceeded to do straight away, laying her on her back and getting straight down between her legs and liking slowly at those lovely lips.
S was standing next to C and out of the corner of my eye i could see them kissing and feeling each others bodies thru thier clothes, then they were pulling them off each ither and getting on the bed next to us, completely naked and tounges locked together i reached across and slipped my hand between ther crothes and felt the combined heat of 2 horny women.
I stoppped licking T and she told me to turn over and lie on my back she then lowered her allready wet pussy over my cock and slowley pushed her lips over my cock and down its shaft till i was all the way inside her she then told C to sit on my face and let me lick her out. T then took charge of us all and told S to stand inbetween her and C so that they could take it in turns to tounge her clit and arse while fingering her. i was oblivious of this till S told me later as i was being fucked at both ends by her 2 human dildos.
We spent 4 hours being fucked so royaly that by the time T and C left i could do no more than turn to S kiss her goodnight and hope that i would wake up in the moring in time for the last day of the course.
Ill tell you about that another time though
simple42

Did my exwife tell my new wife about my past cross dressing?

lovepink — Wed, 11 Jul 2012 00:50:39 UTC

I have cross dressed on and off for many years and I have enjoyed it very much. When I confessed to my first wife some years ago, she only lasted three years and we divorced. She did not really mind my cross dressing but she found a more manly man. Our divorce was not a good one and we do not talk hardly at all. I have had a few girl friends that helped me dress as a sissy over these thirty some years but they never lasted.

Now I have been married for six years to wife number two. She knows nothing about my past however due to some complicated things going on in my family, my now wife has been in contact regularly with my (ex-wife). They have even come so close that not only do they talk almost daily to each other they even go out for drinks on weekends. I am wondering if my ex-wife has told my wife of six years anything about my past cross dressing.

My wife has made a few comments to me that I have noticed were kind of out of the ordinary when we have conversations about different things, one was " Should I buy you a bra? Would that make you happy "? One other was " Do you want to wear my clothes"? Another one yesterday was " I wish your hair was long so you could keep it in a pony tail". Now maybe I am just being paranoid over it all but don't know for sure. Do any of you think my ex-wife may have told my now wife about my past?

Curious Cross Dresser.

Hot mom and girlfriend.

Ahh_Yahh — Wed, 20 Jun 2012 05:06:59 UTC

My football practice had just ended and my girlfriend’s mom picked me up and my girlfriend was also in the car. My parents were not home and I had forgotten my key so I had no way to get in. My parents were at a wedding and they said they would be gone for a while. I told my girlfriend’s mom the situation and her mom said I could stay at their house until my parents got home. We got to her house and she asked if I wanted to take a shower, since I was all sweaty and sticky. So I said sure why not. So I took a shower and I locked the bathroom but my girlfriend must have had a key to the bathroom. I got out of the shower and she was standing right there completely naked. She immediately started making out with me. It was so hot and sexy. Her sexy body with her nice curves and her decently sized tits rubbed against my body. She got down on her knees and started sucking on my dick. It was already huge at this point. She was sucking on it really hard. Her mom must of heard us and my girlfriend forgot to lock the bathroom and her mom walked in. Oh and I forgot to mention her mom was sexy. She was in her 30’s and she was wearing yoga pants and a really tight white tank top with her huge boobs popping out of the shirt. She at first was stunned and then she actually joined in. I don’t have any idea what was going through her head. She ripped off all her clothes and everyone was naked. Next thing I know there are two amazingly hot girls completely naked next to me. We walked out of the bathroom and went inside my girlfriend’s room. They both pushed me on top of her bed. My huge dick pointing straight up. My girlfriend immediately jumped on my dick and started riding it like a sexy cowgirl. With her sexy curves and all. And her mom was hanging over me with her huge boobs dangling over my head. I grabbed them and started sucking on them. Then we got up and I sat on the edge of her bed and my girlfriend leaned on my lap and told me to spank her like she did something bad. She had a really sexy ass. All curved and smooth and round. Then I lied back down and her mom got on my dick and she knew how to ride it like a cowgirl riding a bull. My girlfriend put her sexy pussy over my face and I started licking and sucking it meanwhile my hands fidgeting with her tits. Then she had forgotten her youngest daughter had gotten dropped off from daycare. She came upstairs because she heard all the noise. She was only 13 and I was 16 and my girlfriend was 16. Her mom decided she needed to learn about sex and how to suck a cock and ride one. Her daughter was wearing Yoga shorts that squeezed against her ass. And she was wearing a tight white t-shirt. Her mom taught her how to give a lap dance to a man and while doing so stripping. So her mom put her clothes back on and showed her an example and did it on me. Then her daughter tried it. Her daughter was a natural! It had to have been in the genes. It was a sexy lap dance shoving her tits in my face and spanking her ass and everything! Then we got a call from my parents and they were on their way to pick me up. And that was the end of it.

Flight Diary

roofroof — Wed, 11 Apr 2012 13:56:30 UTC

On the flight from London to New York, Mark finds time to update his diary with all the events of past few days. Emma, the blond bombshell sitting in the isle next to him steals his attention, he can't quite decided if it is her slender legs, or her voluptuous breasts which is having this affect on him. She has fallen asleep and has gotten herself into a position where a bit more of her cleavage is showing than what she would of liked... Mark decides to stop perving and rather focus on updating his diary.

Although Mark is only in his late twenties, he prefers to do things old school. His diary for instance is a leather bound notebook, which he weekly updates using only an HB pencil. These updates he also only allows himself to do on a weekly basis.

As he starts writing the caption for the week, the blond bombshell next to him starts stirring a little. Mark focused on his diary does not notice this and continues to scribble down the past few days events in detail. What he is not an aware of is that the combination of the pencil, paper and air pressure is having a very, VERY desirable reaction on the blond. As he slowly moves the HB pencil tip over the page, the friction causes a bizarre effect. An effect that can only be described as a slight vibration in her nether regions, a vibration which gets more and more intense as he continues to scribble.

Emma, of course, has no idea what is causing this nor would this be what her mind would ever translate it to be. She slowly looks about to see what could be causing this arousing effect on her. The guy seated next to her is fast asleep, and as she has an aisle seat it could not possibly be the guy on the other side of the aisle, anyhow he is busy updating his dairy. At this time she pulls her blanket over herself and decides to continue enjoying the feeling.

Her shaved pussy lips are getting moist, as the vibrations continue to run through her now erect clit. Her right hand grips the seat handle, her left hand however has moved to her voluptuous right breast. Teasing her nipple through her top while the vibrations continues. She bits her lip as she feels her heart rate suddenly elevating.

Mark continues to update diary, when he realizes that he just wrote down something the wrong order. As he is pedantic about his experiences and dates, he scratches out the last sentence. When suddenly hears a funny moan coming from the blond. He has a quick glance over to her, and guesses she must of just woken from a funny dream probably caused by the turbulence.

Emma on the other hand was busy biting her lip, and trying not blush too much. She has just has her first ever orgasm on board a plane, but not quite sure who to thank for it. After a while Mark gathered his thoughts again, and continues to
update his diary. Rambling on about the museums and parks, he visited whilst in London.

Thinking that this mysterious vibration was a once-off thing Emma was quite happy that it started up again. Her shaven pussy lips are now getting slightly swollen and even wetter than before. With her best attempts to not look suspicious, she shyly looks around to see what he flying neighbors are doing. She was very glad to see that same as before, the one was sleeping and the other was updating his diary. Once again she was biting her lip, this time however it was because she decided it was time to help things along a bit.

Slowly she undoes the button on her shorts, she pulls down the zipper. It made a bit of a noise, which made her freeze for a second. She makes sure no one noticed, happy that this is not the case she slips her hand down her shorts, feeling her now damp lacy g-string. She slowly starts to rub her swollen pussy lips through the material. The combination of this and the mysterious vibrations make her bit her lip even harder. It was not long before she feels her heart rate elevating again. She takes a deep breath as her whole body seemed to explode in ecstasy from her second mile high orgasm.

The vibrations continue, making her wet swollen pussy even more sensitive. Stroking herself through the material was not, enough anymore. She pulls her g-string away and parts her wet lips and starts to rub her mysteriously vibrating clit. Slowly she rubs small circles over her clit. As has pussy gets wetter, she slips her middle finger deeper into her tight pussy. Fingering her g-spot with soft come here movements, she unknowingly starts moaning softly.

Luckily for her, everyone around close by here is either as sleep or busy watching the in-flight movie. It does not take long for the next orgasm wave to arrive. This time she gives a bit of a louder moan. This time it is not only one orgasm, and Emma really has to concentrate hard not to arouse suspicion.

Mark hearing this moan is now getting curious. Look over to Emma, he notices her blushing and could swear her breast are slightly bigger than before. Being a gentleman he, gets back to updating his diary. Making a mental note to add a note about the funny moans her was hearing on this trip. The vibrations started again, this time however Emma did not like them anymore. She could feel womanhood now was oversensitive and the vibrations where making her uncomfortable. She decides it is time to zip up and go ladies.

While doing the normal shuffling ticket to get out of her chair Emma notices she was not the only one aiming to go to the ladies. She promptly exchanged a shy smile with at least three other girls, who seem to have the same blushed complexion...

As Emma walks past Mark, he decides enough is enough and has packed away his diary and switched on the in-flight entertainment.

The Store; A Prologue.

anonymous — Mon, 09 Apr 2012 02:30:20 UTC

I'll never forget the first time Kasey Hartigan walked into McMillian's Grocery.

Because that's when everything that was the norm changed.

Sitting at the computer screen when this fresh,brown-eyed,sultry-sounding brunette walked in and asked for an application,I only could stare at first. She was,quite simply,stunning. But it wasn't that she was overdone; like someone who seemed unreal. She seemed....normal. And that's what made her absoultely beautiful.

An ass that you could fall in love with by itself didn't hurt,either.

But I'll never forget how she,a spunky 16-year-old,would ruin a community staple in rural Mississippi that had been around for over 50 years almost single handedly. Well,we did plenty of the back work on that ourseleves,but she was the trigger. The perfect trigger.

McMillian's grocery was a harmless place on the outside. A friendly,knowledgeable staff. A seeming easy going owner. A job couldn't have been better. But underneath all that shine,we were scum. At least,the front end of the store was scum. Basically,we were all sex addicts. The front managers,3 males and a female,would all sleep with the all-female cashier staff,giving the bagboys the scraps after we had already taken the young girl's innocence. In my 3 years working here,I had all kinds of pussy; the best part was they wouldn't tell. they couldn't tell. No one would believe them.

In fact,cashiers had to go through a "employment process" to be accepted up front. Basically whatever creative embrassing sexual activity we could create for them. I remember fondly,the first girl we had put to the test while I was there. Allison. Cute little skinny blonde girl. I remember we made her masturbate in the back of the store (during store hours,mind you) with one of the cucumbers from the produce department,and then she had to buy it and eat it for lunch. Another girl,Brittany,we had dress up like a catholic school girl,skirt and everything. She wore no panties and had to flash every man in the parking lot her twat,then she had to fuck Austin the meat manager. His wife never found out. We could be sick,twisted fucks.

And life was beautiful. I could fuck any of those girls I wanted to. And nobody had to know. And I did take that oppertunity up,on occasion, not to the extent of my fellow managers, but between girlfriends, I did indulge.

But Kasey Hartigan. Everything changed with Kasey Hartigan.

School of sex Series Ep.1

LikeABoss — Sat, 25 Feb 2012 13:17:48 UTC

School of Sex Series Ep.1

I was walking down the hall and all of a sudden I was pulled into the single room bathroom. It was my friend Jenna. Today was pajama day at school and she was wearing really short pajama bottoms and a shirt with tons of cleavage. She started squeezing her huge breasts together! My boner popped out of my pajamas and she bent down and started sucking on it. All of a sudden her friend Amanda walked in! She was wearing short pajama bottoms with her amazing ass, and a white tank top. Amanda then took her pajama bottoms off and her and Jenna had planned this out and I could tell. She showed her amazing ass! Then they both told me to sit down on the toilet. So I did and Jenna started giving me a lap dance and Amanda was at the sink getting her white tank top wet and you could see her fairly large breasts! Then Jenna ripped her shirt off revealing her upper body! She has a bra on and really short pajamas and was looking sexy! Then Amanda took her tank top off revealing her sexy curves on her body! Jenna had removed her bra and her huge breasts flopped out as if they were suffocating! They were so big for the 8th grade! Then they both had on only there panties and that was all! They both had amazing curves! Then I laid down on the ground as they took their panties off revealing their sexy tight round ass! While I was on the floor Jenna got on top of me and started riding my dick hard and fast and she yelled out, â€œOhhhh Yahhhhhâ€! And Amanda got over my mouth and I started biting and licking and sucking on her pussy! After that I sat back down on the toilet and then bent over on my lap as I spanked them and told them they were naughty girls! The sound of me smacking there sexy round ass was so hot! As they orgasms too! Then they stood up, while I was still on the toilet. And they put there breasts in my face and I sucked on them! Jenna huge boobs were so big they almost suffocated me! Then I took my phone out and they posed for some pictures! Her and Amanda started making out! I took the sexiest picture! Then they got dressed still acting very sexy and we went home.

Stay tuned for Ep.2!

A visit to the Doctor

Budde — Sat, 25 Feb 2012 10:10:11 UTC

A while back my wife and I attended a cocktail party function given by a business associate. After mingling and having a few well deserved cocktails we happen to meet this very engaging woman and the three of us were engaged in some really great conversation, mainly on how boring these things are etc. She was hysterical with her off the cuff observation f different people and had us both in stitches. So I said what do you do for a living stand up comedy? She replied no I am a doctor. We both said oh how interest. My wife asked what type of medicine does you practiced. And she replied I am a sex therapist. Well the look on both our faces must have been priceless because she bust out laughing. I thought it was one of those gotcha moments and she said no I really am licensed sex therapist and she handed both of us her card. I didn’t know weather to shit or wind my watch and neither did my wife. She went to hand her the card back but Dr. Keli said no keep it please you never know everyone could use a little help some time. I’ll give you two a special discount because you’re so much fun. We both laughed and said ok sure thanks we’ll be in to see you soon. I am thinking to myself I wonder if she can help thaw out the ice queen aka my wife. Who after ten years of marriage has surpassed boring. So a few weeks later I came across her card and decided what the fuck do I have to loose and gave her a call. She agrees with me that I have a problem and she can help me with it and we make an appointment I go to Dr. Keli the sex therapist and she agrees to help me with my boring sex life at home by performing some experiments on me She has me strip naked straps me to the bed with Velcro straps which just so happen to be hanging from one of the bed post in our bedroom ha ha Nurse Mandy who was actually her sister is dressed in one of those slutty nurse customs and Dr. Keli is wearing a white lab coat with black heels and stockings Both are BBW so after being strapped down nurse Mandy starts manipulating my cock giving me a handjob getting me heard for dr. Keli she snaps on the rubber gloves After getting me hard enough for Dr. Keli she calls her into the room and she climbs on the bed and opens her lab coat she first puts my cock in her mouth and sucks me for a while getting me even ore hard Then she mounts me and starts fucking me till I cum after she gets off she has nurse Mandy clean my cock and prepare me they now slip on the penis pump and then blind fold me and put a ball gag in my mouth After about a half-hour to 45 min I can feel my cock straining against the sides and top of the 10" tube ready to burst They stop the pump and remove the cylinder and my cock is throbbing like a base drum it has never felt this hard in my life! I can feel someone get on the bed and Dr. Keli is giving direction so I think it's nurse Mandy I feel a warm wet pussy slide down on my cock and feel it tense up as she swallows my manhood I and feel her start to pump up and down I have earbuds in but think I can hear her moan and say Oh my fucking god it's so big I feel lips pressing on my mouth slipping tongue in my mouth and playing with my nipples so I figure it's Dr. Keli I feel someone playing with my balls and slipping a gloved finger into my asshole messaging my prostate so now I am wondering what the hell? all the while I am getting fucked and loving how my super rock hard cock is feeling inside this wet pussy next thing I know is my earbuds come out and my blindfold is lifter but the ball gag is still firmly in place I open my eyes to see my normally vanilla missionary sex wife dressed in a red corset and black nylons wearing a blindfold furiously riding my cock she is wearing a pair of leg straps with wrist cuffs on so she can't remove her blindfold I hear her moaning and groaning saying oh God I love this cock I have never fucked like this before Oh so I start thrusting my pelvis up into her pussy making her moan and yell oh yes fuck me fuck me with your big hard cock I can see nurse Mandy standing next to her and she leans over and fold down the top of her corset to reveal her massive 38DD tits which now are bouncing wildly with her thrusts. I want so bad to squeeze them and have her big nipples in my mouth but I am helpless and at the mercy of Dr. Keli and nurse Mandy she is now fucking me harder and faster and I can feel her pussy tighten up and she is screaming oh my god I am gonna cum I am gonna cum I have never been fucked like this before oh god yes I have been doing my best to keep from cumming but she has me so fucking hot now I can hold back and explode filling her cunt full of hit giz she gasps and loudly says oh my that feels fucking good so fucking good yes fill my pussy with your cum we are both obviously exhausted now and she slumps forward but nurse Mandy has her hand on her chest and keeps her from collapsing on top of me. I am sweating bullets and am totally spent. The whole session lasted over an hour. I they both help her off my cock and over it a chase lounge in the corner of the room. Dr. Keli eleviated my bed so I can see what going to happen next. Dr. Keli asks her so how was it. She responds fantastic Dr. fucking fantastic. I am both excited and perplexed as we have NEVER had sex like this all the time we have been married and for her to come fuck a stranger and say it's fantastic has me strangely excited. Dr. Keli say so was it everything I promised you it would be? she says most definitely and more Dr. Keli say well ok then now it's time for payment she says ok definitely worth it. The next thing I know is nurse Mandy has just finished up cleaning my cum form her pussy with baby wipes and a soft towel and now Dr. Keli is going down on my wife. I can see the back of her head between her thighs and she is squirming like a virgin getting fingered for the firs time. My wife with a woman! this is absurd this isn't happening it can't be happening! even when joking around about us having a threesome and her being with another woman she shuts the idea right down and says there isn't enough alcohol in the world bla bla bla but her she is getting her pussy licked by this bbw who has swallowed my cock and fucked me silly more then once or twice. next thing I know is nurse Mandy is messaging her tits and my wife is moaning and saying how good it feels Nurse Mandy starts sucking on her nipples and pinching them between her finger my wife is in heaven and starts moaning and before long she is breathing heavy and says oh oh oh my god I am going to cum She now screams like she never has before I'm cumming I'm cumming! after her orgasm subsides she almost goes limp Dr. Keli is rubbing her tits and speaking to her softly saying there you see I know you had it in you, but thats only half payment. She laughs and says yes I know and I pay my debts. The tow of them help her up with her blindfold still in place but her writs removed from the restraints and Dr. Keli takes her place on the chaise lounge and I can't believe what I am seeing with nurse Mandy's help she is positioned in between Dr. Keli's thighs and she is going down on her pussy! My cock is now throbbing like a base drum and I have no way of doing anything about it. O moaned loud enough that my wife hear me and Dr. Keli said pay no mind to him he is finished and can't see you he is just experiencing some after shocks from that fucking you gave him/ She laughed and said well if he wants more I'll be glad to fuck that cock no problem. She has her hands messaging Dr. Keli's massive melons and Dr, Keli is moaning say oh you’re very good I knew you had it in you Nurse Mandy held her wrist when she moved toward her blindfold and said you know the rules My wife said of course and kept going down on Dr. Keli until she finally had a tremendous orgasm before I knew what was going on nurse Mandy brought over a double dong and had my wife stand up and slipped it into her pussy and guided her back to the chase lounge and was taking the head and slipping it into Dr. Keli's wet gaping pussy. Nurse Mandy came over to me and grabbed my rock hard cock and said shows over for you and proceeded to wheel me out of the room. I protested as best I could but it didn't stop her she wheeled me out of the room but I could still hear the tow of them fucking in the next room and both my wife and Dr. Keli moaning and groaning like a couple of bitches about to cum when nurse Mandy got me to the other room she said well at least you deserve this compliments form Dr. Keli on your wife. and she gave me a handjob and made me shoot my load like a volcano. When she finished she undid my restraints and left the room. When I got up off the bed my cloths were there and I tried the door form where we came but it was locked. I tried the other door which lead to a parking lot and it was open so I got dressed and figured oh what the fuck not knowing what else to do I drove home and as son as I started thinking about what had happened I started to get a hard on. I got home and sat down in the living room and poured myself a cocktail. A couple of hours later my wife pulled in the driveway and came into the house. I was about to say something but remembered nurse Mandy's word she had whispered in my ear just before I came speak nothing of this to no one or you'll be very sorry remember Dr. Patient confidentiality So I just said to her how was your day, she said oh fine what did you do oh I went shopping and met a friend for lunch. I was like yeah you had some lunch baby.... Hey be a dear and make me a drink will you. I said a drink you? she said yes a drink I want to try new things is that ok with you? I said to trying new things and poured her a drink.

Studying and getting horney

anonymous — Sat, 28 Jan 2012 14:01:57 UTC

Me and my boyfriend hadnt done anything sexual since i just got off my period the day before. He was over for a "study date" which carried on for almost a week. We were laying down on the couch when i started geting horney. My dad was in the dinning room and my brother was about 10 inches away, so i pulled him into my room for a little private fun! I locked my door quietly then shoved him on my bed, I noticed he already had a boner. I laied next to him while he stuck his hand down my pants and asked if it was alright if he did it. I nodded as i reached behind and unhooked my bra. I pulled my shirt up as he shoved his finger in my pussy. He starts to suck on my nipple and it felt so amazing that he made me moan. He starts to kiss down my stomach and then pulled off my pants. He licked it once as if he didnt know what to do or as if he was scared. Then he licked it twice then a third time then he just went at it as if he was eating a piece of pie. Trying not to moan in pleasure for my dad to hear. The next day I went over to his house to help him with his homework, again it got really hot and horney. As always, I unhooked my bra and lifted my shirt. This time he just went down on me and ate me out without me even telling him to, it shocked me at first. He came up and laied next to me staring into my eyes. I swung myself on top of him, he tried to push me down but i refused. I got nervous quickly, I didnt know what to do. Should i blow him or wait a little longer. Well waiting a little longer wasnt somehting he was okay with. So i laied next to him once more and gave him a handjob. He then took his pants off for me to continue on. I laied back on top of him. This time i kissed down his stomach. I first looked at it as if i didnt know what to do. I licked the shaft and made a circular motion with my tounge on the tip of his dick. He wanted to watch me blow him but i refused. I licked the tip again, I still had gum in my mouth as i blew him. I could tast something salty, I then realized it was sperm.I then deep throated all 6 1/2 inches of his dick, trying not to taste his cum. Thinking at first that it was going to be difficult,but it was actully quiet easy. Now since then i bought a couple of condoms just in case we fuck!

I'm In Control Birthday Boy!

Victoria_Candy — Sun, 22 Jan 2012 13:03:14 UTC

We walk in the door, and as soon as you close it, I through you against the wall, and kiss you, your hands go from my face, to my hair, down my back, to my very nice ass that you love so much! You pull me against you more, you grab my ass with both hands and pull me up, and I wrap my legs around your waist, all while not breaking the kiss. My hands are in your hair, as your lips go from my lips, to my neck, I moan you name, and ask you, “Take us to the bed, but I want to be on top of you this time, I want to be in control this time.” You didn’t stop what you were doing, just backed up from the wall, and started to walk backwards.

When you found the bed, you just sat down, I pushed you down into the bed, and while looking onto your lovely eyes, I slowly started to take my shirt off, you tried to do the same, but when you did, I stopped, and pushed you back onto the bed, and said to you, “Not yet, I want you to just watch me for now.” You nodded your head. I started to take my shirt off again, when I get it off, your hands go straight for my breast, I grab your hands and put them on the bed, I tell you, “Don’t make me have to tie you up. This night is about you, not me. It is your birthday after all.” You say, “Fine, for right now at least.” I get up off of you, turn around and take my mini skirt off; I slowly drop it to the floor. I tell you to, “Close your eyes, I’ll be right back.”

I go into the bathroom to put something on. I then come back and tell you to “open your eyes.” Your eyes go from top to bottom. You couldn’t believe your eyes. I was wearing a red lacey bra with the panties to match and some red thigh highs and red high heels. I ask you, “Do you like your birthday present.” You say nothing just grab me and pull me on top of you. I laugh and say to you, “I’ll take that as a yes.” “Hell yes.” You corrected me.

I pulled myself off of you and said, “Wait, I’m not done yet.” I go to the I-home and turn on a song, your eyes widen as you know what I’m about to do. I go over to you and sit on your lap; I bounce up and down swinging my hair from side to side while your face is in-between my breast. I get off of you and turn around and move my hips from side to side and move back to where I’m almost sitting on your lap, but I’m still able to move my hips, I move my face sideways so I can look in your eyes, I go to kiss you, but inside I bring my hand up to my face and put a finger in my mouth, just to tease you. I turn back around and face you, I lip my lips, as I tell you, “I’m not going to play nice, and I’m going to make you beg.” You just laughed and kissed me.

I started to pull at your shirt. You broke the kiss to pull your top off. I just smiled and sat back some, I love seeing your body, it always makes me so wet seeing you without a shirt on. I go to your nipples and start to suck. I look up into your eyes as I do this because I know it drives you crazy. I go to the other nipple and do the same thing. After I get both of them nice and hard, I kiss down your stomach until I get to your pants, I unbutton them and pull your pants off.

I get on my knees while still on the bed so you can have a clear view of me. I take your cock in my hand and start to stroke it, I lick the tip of your cock so softly, and I then start to suck, making my mouth very tight, as I do that, I move my hand to your balls and squeeze gently. I look at you; letting you see the JOY in my eyes as I’m moaning. I then spit on your cock, and slap my face with it. I stroke it, changing the pressure and speed of my strokes. I put my mouth on your cock again, I move my tongue from side to side as I go up and down slowly going faster and faster, all while looking in your eyes, trying to feel you on a deeper level and read your body’s reactions to what I am doing to you. I take your cock out, and smile. I look at your cock in FASCINATION. I to myself, I don’t really care whether or not he cum’s or not, I just want him to feel great while him cock is in my mouth. I start to stroke it again, and go down to your balls and start to suck, I take one ball in my mouth and then take the other one. Moving my tongue in swirls, and sucking lightly, driving you crazy. I go back your cock, sucking it oh so tightly, moving up and down so fast, but what almost drove you over the edge is that when I looked in your eyes. You said, “Oh my God baby, if you don’t stop you’re going to make me cum…” I don’t stop, so you take it upon yourself to pull me off of you and move me so I’m laying on top of you now.

I look into your eyes and ask you, “Did I do something wrong? Did you not like it or something?” You tell me, “You did nothing wrong, and the problem was that I like it too much.” I kiss you, then I say, “Oh really now, well then, I have a surprise for you.” I don’t give you a chance to ask me ‘what’, I just get up and turned around, and slowly took off my panties. I then get back on top of you and rub the head of your cock against my little pink clit.

I ask you, “Are you ready for your surprise?” You say, “No, what about me going down on you?” I lean down to kiss you, I say to you, “It’s your day baby, it’s about you, not me, and besides, I’m already soaking wet, and if I don’t get you inside me right now, I’m going to die.” You shook your head up and down, and I asked you again, “Are you ready?” This time you said, “Yes.” I say to you, “Beg for it baby.” You smiled, “Please, I need you; I need to be inside you so badly, please. I’m begging you.”

I slowly start to move down on your cock. I stop half way, giving my pussy time to adjust, you then say to me, “Damn baby, what have you been doing, your pussy is tight as fuck baby, it feels just like the first time we had sex.” I smile at you, “That’s the surprise baby, do you like it?” You laugh. “Do I really have to answer that? (I nodded yes) Yes okay, I fucking love your tight little pink pussy.” I moan and smile as I go all the way down. I start to back up, as I move back down I lean down and kiss you, I look into your eyes, and ask, “Do you like it when I ride you like a good little girl?”

I lean back up and start to ride you faster. You scream out, “Oh fuck baby, don’t you dare stop.” I reach be hide my back and unsnap my bra. My breast come free and as I ride you, they bounce up and down, as I ride you faster, I make my pussy tighter, and your eyes start to roll. You try to grab my hips, but I grab your hands and pin them above your head, I say to you, “Not so fast, I’m In Control Birthday Boy.” You seemed to like that because you moaned. I ride you slow, slowly going fast.

I sit up straight and I let your hands free and put my hands on your chest, your hands find their way to my breast and you squeeze lightly. Once I get you so very deep inside me, I gently swivel my hips from side to side. I tell you, “Your cock feels as if it’s against every inch inside of me.” I go back up, but this time I scream on the top of my lungs when I swivel down. “Oh my god baby, your hitting my G-spot, oh fuck, I’m going to cum baby, ohhhh.” I cum so hard, but I don’t stop. You bite your bottom lip as my pussy clinches your cock so tightly.

I swing my legs over your body crosswise and keep them close together so my legs are positioned perpendicular to yours. Sitting on top of your thighs I lean back on my arms for support. As you thrust into me, I open my legs slightly and begin making slow, swiveling motions for a while.

I then move my legs so that my feet are under your shoulders, all with you still so very deep inside me. With your hands over your head and your legs flat on the bed, I grab your knees for leverage as I start to swivel my hips as I go back and forth. It feels so good. I do this a few more times.

Then I spin around on your cock, as you lay on your back still and your legs straight out in front of you, I tell you, “Get a pillow under your head so you can watch.” You do. I then straddle you with your head facing your feet and my hands on the bed for support; I back up onto your cock as you hold my upper thigh with one hand and my butt tightly with the other while I bounce. I look back to see the look of your face, your just staring at my ass as it goes back and forth. I moan again, feeling so very good.

Then I extend my legs back toward your shoulders, relaxing my torso onto the bed between your feet. You move your hands to my ass, and I move my hands under your legs and hold on tight. With both mine and your legs forming an X-shape, I start to bounce up and down. Slow, then faster.

I then sit up straight with each of my feet on one side of your legs, with my hands on your hips; I grind into you slowly for a few minutes, building up the intense sensation.

Next, I lean back, steadying myself with my hands (placed next to your sides) until my back presses against your chest. I ride you hard like this. You sit up some and then lean back slightly, using your arms to support your weight. With my back to you and my legs straddling your thighs, I move up and down. When we grind together, I squeeze my PC muscles while you make small circular rotations with your cock. You lean up so I feel you against my back, and you move my hair to one side, and start to kiss my neck, I can feel that I’m close again, and I start to moan louder and louder, going harder and fast till I couldn’t take it anymore and finally came again.

I then tell you to lie back and prop up your head and shoulders up with a pillow, and I ask you to spread your legs slightly. All while we’re facing the same direction — my back is to your face. I put my feet between your legs on the bed. I take my right hand and place it on your right hip bone and my left hand on the bed next to your left hip bone. I then use my hands and feet to move my body up and down on your cock. Going slow for awhile, then going faster, and faster, till I bring you to the edge.

I then spin back around so I could face you. I lower myself in a kneeling position. Keeping my knees on the bed and curl my feet around the inside of your legs. I lean forward and grab the bed sheets on both sides of your head. While holding the sheets — and my feet wrapped around your calves — you squeeze my ass, and I move back and forth in small, tight motions.

Kissing you and looking in your eyes, I ask you to sit up with your legs crossed. I get off you so you can do this, then still facing you; I straddle your legs and lower myself into your lap — without you penetrating me. I wrap my legs around you tightly. Then, as we hold each other’s arms you enter me. We start to slowly rock back and forth together, increasing our speed. I feel so close to you, looking into your eyes, every part of my body is touching yours.

I grab your elbows and I tell you to do the same. I then lean back and you do the same. I pull one arm, you pull on the other gently, and we do this for awhile.

You pull my arms and sit up, I sit up too. I unlock my feet and get in a kneeling position and hold on to your shoulders as I go all the way down on your cock. I lean toward you and keep our bodies close together as I take control of the timing and speed of the thrusting. I ride you good and hard, bouncing up and down.

You start to straighten your legs back out and we roll onto our sides, face-to-face (keeping you inside me the entire time), we then put the passion on a low simmer with our legs intertwined and our chests pressed against one another. I kiss you, and then go to your neck, sucking and kissing, you are the one thrusting into this time.

You then get on your knees, sitting back on your heels. With my back to you, I lower myself onto your cock, with my feet planted on both sides of your legs. Placing my hands on my thighs for balance and you place your hands on my ass for support. I take you in only about a third of the way. Teasing you for a few minutes, and then I gradually go deeper until I’m nesting in your lap. You grab my neck and pull me into you more; I scream your name as you bite my neck, I start to go up and down, and your hands move to my boobs as they bounce up and down with me. I go faster and faster.

You ask me, “Can I get on top?” I smile and nod yes. I lie down on my stomach and, keeping my legs straight, I spread them slightly. I stretch my arms out in front of me. I tell you to stretch your body over mine, and to rest your elbows on the bed so you don’t place all your weight on me. You then position your legs outside mine.

As you enter me, I surprise you and close my legs and cross them at the ankles. I can feel you all the way inside me. I grip your cock tight as you thrust deep. You brush your lips against my neck and nibble on my earlobe. I squeeze my legs together more. As you start to moan, I say your name, over and over and over again, I grab your head with my hand while you were kissing my neck, and I scream.

You say to me, “Keep making your pussy that tight and you’re going to make me cum.” I smile and say, “That’s why I do it. Please cum for me baby, I need your warm cum inside me. Please. I need it so, so, so very badly. Please cum for me.” You moan again, “Not until you cum one more time for me.” I nod my head yes. You go faster, and faster, harder, and harder. Going in and out of my so fast.

You stop and say, “I want to be looking into your eyes when I cum inside you.” So you spin me around so I’m lying on my back and I bring my knees as close to my chin as I can. You lie on top of me, and while I rest my calves on your shoulders, you begin thrusting inside of me. For extra leverage, I grab a hold of your upper arms. As you have your palms flat down for support.

I ask you, “Can you please look into my eyes and cum for me, please. I need you to cum for me. Cum so hard inside my tight little pussy, don’t pull out, cum so very deep inside me. Pleaseeee….. I scream your name, and that did it. You let out a loud moan, and said to me, “Oh fuck baby, ohhhhhhhh, I’m cumming so deep inside that tight little pussy of yours baby.” I moaned as you say that.

You thrust into me one last time, still cumming, and then you pull me on top of you. I ask you, “Did you enjoy your gift?” You didn’t say anything, just kissed me. I kissed you back, using my tongue in slow circles; I sit up some, pulling you out of me, and cuddle up next to you. And I fall asleep with my head on your chest.

The End!

Till next time.

The rougher side of me!

Victoria_Candy — Sun, 22 Jan 2012 12:37:13 UTC

I’m sleeping with you beside me, with your arm wrapped around me. I wake up, and start to sit up in the bed. You wake up from the movement. I start yelling at you. Going CRAZY on you! I try to get off the bed, that’s when you grab me, throw me down, pinning me on the bed, with your hands at my wrist, and with you sitting on my stomach. I realize I can’t get you off me. I yell at you at the top of my lungs as I try to break loose of your grip, but you’re too strong.

I spit in your face. And you get really mad. You let my hands free to whip the spit off your face and I slap you. You just look at me, in a way that I have never seen before. I scream at you, “GET OFF OF ME!” When you finally do, I run towards the bed room door, as I do; you ask me, “Where do you think you’re going?” “I’m leaving you!” You jump up out of the bed and yell, “No you ain’t!” You run after me as I continue to go to the door, you say to me, “COME BACK.”

You grab my arm really tight and slam me up against the wall. You let go of my arm to cup my face with your hands. You look into my eyes and you tell me, “I love you. You just make me crazy sometimes.” “I don’t care. Let me go, now!” You lose it, you move your left arm up so your forearm is pressing tightly against my throat, and you make a fist with your other hand and punch the wall. I look in your eyes, breathing heavily. I know you can feel my heart racing in my chest.

You finally look at me, seeing how scared I am, but yet so aroused at the same time. Knowing that I can stir up those kinds of emotions in you really turns me on. You kiss me, I try to slap you but you grab the hand I was about to do it with before I had the chance to.

This makes me mad, so somehow I manage to break loose of your grip, push you off of me and throw you against the wall. You smile at this, biting your bottom lip. This drives me crazy, I get this look in my eyes, a look that you have never seen from me before, a look of pure lust, nothing more, at that moment, I wanted you, and I didn’t care who knew it. I wanted you more than air.

I thought I was thinking this but it turns out I was saying in without knowing that I was really saying it, “I need you. I need to know every inch of your body. I need to know that I am yours to do with as you please. I just need you!” You say to me, “Let me go. NOW! Or I’m going to fuck the shit out of you!” I look at you with a confused look on my face. Wondering what has made you want me so badly. I guess you knew what I was thinking because you said to me, “You just told me you needed me……..”

All I could think, wait, no, I couldn't think, I did need you, I wanted you so badly. I kiss you without thinking, as you’re still pinned against the wall. You break loose of my little grip and pick me up; I wrap my legs around you. It now feels like every part of my body is touching yours. I deepen the kiss by opening my mouth a little, you take full advantage of that and thrust your tongue deep into my mouth. You walk over to the bed and throw me down on it, breaking our kiss so you can say to me, “I warned you, now it’s too late. I’m going to fuck the living shit out of you. And I’m not going to take it easy with you like I was before; I’m going to be rough with you. You have driven me to the point of no return. I’ll start out with some foreplay, but then, well let’s just say I hope you’re ready, because nothing you say or do is going to stop me now!” I smile and just answer with a kiss. You seem to get that my answer is yes, or at least you do when I try to take off your shirt!

You break loose of our kiss and just look in to my begging eye, you then grab my wrist with your hand and you pin them to the bed, you say, “Stay. Leave your hands right there or I’m going to have to tie you up to the bed! Do you understand me?” I say, “Yes, I understand you!” In a really sexy voice that drives you wild! You then look at me, I wanted to take my clothes off, but you told me not to move, so I wasn’t going to test you, at least not right now with that look in your eye. You grab the bottom of my shirt, and pull it up, fully exposing my breast. You grab one very tightly with one hand, and squeeze hard. You look into my eyes as you do this; you kiss my lips only for a second you move to my neck, sucking and biting hard, I let out a little moan as your mouth reaches my nipple. You bite it. Softly at first, then harder! My eyes start to roll. You do the same thing with my other nipple, I reach my hand up to the back of your hand and dig my nails in your hair, and just when you were about to make me cum from doing that you say, “I’ll be right back. But keep your eyes closed!”

You’re gone less than a minute, when I hear you say, “Give me your hands.” I do as you ask. You put my hands up over my head and cross them so they make an X, I then realize what you had to go get, you tie my hands together and then tie the other end to the bed post. You left some space in-between, you then tell me to turn over. I do as you ask. You get back on the bed but you see I still have my thong on, this makes you crazy and you slap my ass really hard, and ripped them off of me. This time I let out a loud moan, you tell me, “Good Girl!” Now this seems to drive me wild, and I let out an even louder moan.

You tell me to put my ass up some, I do, you come up and kiss me, then you kiss my neck, all the way down my back, and you’re doing this your also grabbing one of my boobs, I moan again, you continue to kiss down my back and then you get to my ass you slap it, then spread my legs apart, you start to lick and suck on my pussy, you move your hands from ass, to my back, your nails slightly scratch my back, and I moan, you move your hands back to my ass and grab it, hard. I start to feel your tongue inside me, I didn’t know that could feel so good, my eyes start to roll, and I’m moaning loudly. Then you stop and take your hand and you slap my pussy with it, I take that as I was being too loud, and so I bite my bottom lip. You then start to go back at it again, you go faster and faster, I was trying so hard not to make any noise.

Then all of a sudden you stop and kiss up my back, you grab a fist full of hair and look into my eyes as you tell me, “Good girl.” I moan a soft moan to that, you kiss me. You move your hand underneath me, and reach down to my pussy, you just started to rub my little clit when you tell me, “Your pussy’s so wet. That’s a good little whore!” I giggle and say, “Your little whore?” You agree with me and grab a fist of my hair again with your free hand, you whisper in my ear, “My little whore! That’s my pussy!” You start going faster, and you’re now sucking on my earlobe, I moan and agree with you, “Your little pussy.” When I say this it drives you crazy, and you go faster, while still sucking on my earlobe, I moan once, twice, and then the third time, I cum.

You turn me over on my back now. Kissing me while you do! You untie me, one arm free and I start kissing at your pants, I so wanted your cock in my mouth, you let my other arm free, and I go to unbutton your pants, that’s when you say, “Oh look at you, you can’t have it yet.” You grab my head with your hands, and kiss me. And in-between kisses you tell me, “You can’t have it yet. You have to earn it! But you can take them off.” I start with your shoes and then your socks, doing what you told me to! Although you make me stop at the socks, you say, “Just let me see you.”

You move your hand up my stomach to my breast and squeeze my nipples, you move one hand up to my mouth and I suck on your fingers, while moaning. I look into your eyes as I suck on your middle finger, this drives you wild. Your other hand is under my pussy and your middle finger is rubbing my clit really fast, you move your hand away from my mouth and grab the back of my head, you don’t kiss me, you just make it so you’re looking straight into my eyes, letting me know that you’re in control, that’s when you say, “That’s my dirty little slut.” I couldn’t hold back anymore, and I cam all over your fingers. You finally kiss me, so deeply. Your hands move to my throat and you start choking me. But I like it, you then tell me, “Taste your pussy.” I grab your hand and start to suck on you fingers. You grab all my hair and hold it so you can see my face, I start to suck on it like I would your cock, and this makes you want me to suck your cock!

You say to me, “Oh... now you can have it.” You unbutton your pants and you reach in to your boxers and take your big hard cock out. As soon as I see it I put it in my mouth. I start sucking on it, going up and down, using my hands too. I go all the way down, or try too, but your pants are in the way, so I just start to stroke it, that’s when you take the opportunity to push me up some so you can pull your pants down some more, you tell me, “Stroke it baby, stroke it, stroke it, stroke it.” You then move my head back down so I’m sucking it again, you tell me, “Give me everything you got!” That’s when I do. I’m sucking really tightly, using both my hands, looking in your eyes and moaning. You keep on tell me “MORE.” So I do, I go down more, and start to play with your balls, you tell me, “Don’t stop baby, don’t stop, don’t stop.” I don’t.

Once I get your cock wet enough so I can stroke it with my hand, I stop sucking on your cock and start to suck on your balls, then I go back to sucking your cock, and using both of my hands! You then say to me, “Show me how much you want my cock. Show me how badly you want my dick inside you!” I go all the way down, making my mouth really tight for you! You still have your hand in my hair, when you pull me up to kiss you.

You say to me, “That’s my good girl. Are you happy?” I say, “Yes.” You’re on your knees now, and I am too. You say, “come here,” meaning sit up some more, and I do, but I’m still stroking your cock with my hands, you wet your fingers and then put them on my clit, you tell me, “That’s it baby, that’s my little slut.” That’s when my eyes start to role, I’m moaning so loud. You just couldn’t take it anymore, you throw me on my back, and put my legs together on one side, you then stick your big cock in me as you’re leaning over my legs, with your hands on my throat and you kiss me. You start to go faster, looking in my eyes, you scream out, “Oh fuck baby.”

You then get up and move my legs to the other side, you give me a spanking and then put your dick back in me, my back is now facing you, I put the leg that I can move up some, you then wrap your arms around me and fuck me hard, in and out so fast, so deep, I scream, you let one arm loose so you can rub my clit with it, that’s when I really start screaming, you’re going so fast, you pull your dick out, just to slap my pussy with your hand, then you put it back in! I moan your name! I tell you, “It’s your pussy, it’s your pussy! Do you like stuffing your pussy?” You say, “God damit! Yes, yes, yes!”

You now get on your knees so you can go faster, your put my legs up little, but they are still to the side, you slap my ass 3 times really hard, as I’m screaming and moaning your name! You then pull me on top of you, just so you could hold my legs up and fuck me like that! Every time you go in and out of my little pussy your big balls slap my clit, you then wrap one arm around my stomach and grab my boob, and with your other hand you go down and start to rub my little clit again! I scram! You stop so I start riding you! Then you start back up again.

You sit me straight up so I can feel you deeper, my eyes start to roll! I’ve never felt this good before! You then move me back so my back is lying on top of you again so you can see me, you tell me, “You’re such a nasty girl,” I giggle. Then you slap my face, as I moan, you ask me, “You like that?” I say, “Yes.” You do it again, and again, and again! While you’re still fucking my pussy so hard! You finally ask me to cum for you. You say, “Take it all, cum all over my dick!” I scream out your name, as I cum so hard for you! Your eyes start to roll as my pussy clinch’s tightly around your cock.

You put me on my hands and knees and ask me to, “Make you cum.” I put my face done to the bed, but put my head sideways so I can look back into your eyes, you then pull my hair, grab my neck and make it so you can see my face backwards. You’re going in and out of me so fast. You put my legs together and make it so where my feet are almost touching my ass, you put your cock back inside me, lock your arms around me, and kiss me!

I tell you, “I want you to cum for me, please, please, please!” You ask me, “Where?” I tell you, “All over my pretty little face!” That’s when you lose it and tell me to get on my knees, I do and I look into your eyes with my tongue out, and beg for you to cum for me, and that’s when you cum all over my face and my mouth! I get a towel to whip your cum off my face, after I do that you kiss me, and we snuggle on the bed like we were when all this happened!

THE END

Well for right now at least!

My trip to Ohio

anonymous — Sun, 23 Oct 2011 01:27:09 UTC

It was my first time vacationing, and I was visiting my paren'ts friends in Ohio. I was a little nervous, being 16 and not travelling before. But once I reached Ohio, everything seemed so much better - the state was beautiful, and even just in the first few minutes landing, I realized this would probably be the time of my life. Little did I know, I would be right about that.

I reached my family's friends house, and it was huge! It looked like a mansion you saw on a movie, so surreal. We went on inside, trying to find our way to where the family actually was. We walked into the living room, to see a teenage girl lying on the couch, talking on the phone. She looked about my age, and was she ever hot! She had long, straight, brown hair and was wearing a tank top and daisy dukes. I didn't mean to be staring, but she looked at me and smiled.

"Anyways, I have to go. Company's here, kisses!" She said, and hung up the phone. "Hello.. you must be the Johnsons?" She said smiling, looking directly at me. "I'm Andrea. My parents are gone up the road, but they said that you could pop up whenever you are ready."

"Oh, okay sweetie," my Mom said happily, clearly happy. "We just want to get our bags settled in and everything, then maybe we'll go. Do you know how long they will be?"

"Probably until later this evening... but I can show you around if you'd like?" Andrea said.

"Absolutely!" Dad said. "Just show us to our rooms, then you can direct Austin to his room, if you could."

"Sure thing. Your room is just right there," she said pointing to the door up the stairs, to the left. "Austin, is it? I'll show you yours now."

Andrea held my hand, hauling me up the stairs. My parents didn't seem to notice, they just went to their own rooms. We reached a big room, with a double bed. Convenient... I thought, immediately wondering what I was thinking.

"This is yours," Andrea said, raising her eyebrows. "I might come visit you a few times, if you don't mind."

"Umm.. I don't?" I said, stuttering slightly.

She laughed, "What? You expect me not to visit a hot guy like yourself?"

"Umm.. thanks, I guess." What was I doing?? A hot girl, with an amazing body was complimenting me, and I'm being stupid? This was my chance.

"Honey, we're going up the road to see Mr. and Mrs. Lively, you get settled and get Andrea to show you the way up when your ready, okay?" Mom said, tapping on the door.

"Alright! I won't be long." I said, quickly stepping away from Andrea, who was slightly giggling.

As soon as Andrea heard the front door shut, she ran to the window to see that my parents were gone. "Or maybe I don't have to wait... what do you say?"

"I uhh.. I don't know. I don't really know you."

"That's never stopped me!" She said, sitting on the bed. "We got two weeks to get to know each other, I think some hot sex will get us started. After all, I need to know how good you are in bed if we're ever going to really be serious."

"I'm a.. uh. I'm a virgin," I sputtered out, feeling stupid.

"Aw! How cute. But that's fine, I'll take you easy." She said, winking and patting the bed.

I went over there, feeling anxious. I sat on the bed, and she started kissng my neck. "Andrea..." I said, feeling like this was wrong, but she simply shushed me and rubbed my back as she kissed my neck. She moved closer and closer to my lips, before she pushed on my chest, forcing me to lay down, and started kissing me. She kissed me softly first, then harder and harder until we were making out intensely.

She bit my lip, and leaned up to remove her shirt. Her tits were perfect - atleast a D cup. She didn't waste any time, and as soon as she removed hers, off came my shirt. She kissed my abs, licking her way down to the edge of my pants. She unhooked the button, and slid off my jeans. My dick popped up in my boxers, growing larger as she touched it.

"Oo, I like." She commented, as she took off my boxers. She started giving me a handjob, slowly massaging my dick. It felt amazing, and I could tell she was super experienced. Then she slowly put her mouth around my dick, slowly going in and out. She started going harder, and I could feel my dick getting bigger and could tell she was going to make me cum. She went harder and faster, until I couldn't hold it anymore. "Andrea, I'm gonna cum!!" I panted, and she stopped and took it in the face - licking up the remainder of the mess.

I sat up, feeling a little more ready now. I started kissing her chest and her cleavage. She leaned her head back in pleasure, which is when I unhooked her bra. I licked her nipples, feeling them get harder as my tongue made circles around them. Once they were hard and perky, I kissed my way down to her belly button and took off her daisy dukes.

She had a black thong on, which was really easy to remove. I licked her tits, while I fingered her clit. She started panting slowly, and I could tell I was doing it right. I slowly traced my finger down to finger her, and started licking her clit. Harder and faster, I licked and shoved my finger in. She started thrusting her hips. "Ohhh Austin," she put her hand on my head and shoved my face in her clit. I ate her pussy so hard, and she started moaning pretty loud. "Awww yeah," she repeated, "just like that. Ohhhh, oh. I'm gonna goo," and as she said that she squirted directly in my mouth. I licked her juices up, and asked her if she was ready.

"Aw yess," she purred. I brought my dick to her pussy, and started thrusting slowly. She hauled her head back and started moaning, and I went harder. "Ooooohh" she started "AWWW AWWW YEAHHH, faster Austin. Fuck me harder," and she closed her eyes. I pulled in and out as fast and hard as I could, and she started squirming and moaning so loud I swear they could hear it up the road "OHHHHHHHHHHHH YEAHH,YEAH, YEAH. KEEP GOING. OHHHHHH. IM GONNA CUM, OHHHH" and I felt it on my dick. The juices turned me on, and as I went harder I knew I was going to cum and pulled out. I came all over her stomach, and she giggled.

Away From Home

dreamgirl — Sun, 07 Aug 2011 10:59:15 UTC

I had always been fascinated hearing stories about girls who live far away from their families for some reason or other. I always hoped that some day I could also be one of those girls. I got my chance when I had to go away to study. Though excited at first, it also meant that I would have to leave behind my friends and my boyfriend. Despite that, I was excited to be going.

After a few weeks at the hostel, the girls I was staying with became good friends. Each of us had a boyfriend and they had all left their boyfriends behind for this opportunity. In other words, we connected. After about a few weeks we were having a long weekend and my friends decided to go home for the weekend. I, on the other hand, decided to stay back. I also asked the girls permission to allow my boyfriend to stay over with me in their absence. They agreed and after our classes, they left. I went back to the apartment to wait for my boyfriend. We had arranged everything before. Once the girls told me they were going away for the weekend, I had immediately told my boyfriend and he had decided to take a few days off work to come be with me. I had told my parents that I intended to study for the weekend and so could not come home.

He finally arrived in a taxi. We had dinner and he started a porn video. I was sharing a bunk bed with one of the other girls. I had chosen the bottom bed as I have a problem of moving a lot when sleeping and was worried I might fall down…lol. I had no idea when I fell asleep. We had a practical class and I was tired. I had a dream that my boyfriend was licking my pussy and tongue fucking me. I had a wonderful orgasm and opening my eyes, I realized that it was not a dream at all. He was watching porn even after I fell asleep and after about an hour when he thought I had rested enough he had managed to take my panties off and had started to lick my pussy.

Seeing that I was awake, he came up to me and gave me a wet kiss. I could taste myself on him and without wasting another moment; I started to stroke his already hard dick. He got on his back and let me go down on him. His 8-inch cock was welcoming and it felt wonderful to finally have a cock in my mouth after weeks of masturbating. His cock filled my mouth and I started the up and down movements. Once I reached the tip I encircled the tip of his cock with my tongue before taking him all the way back in. I continued doing that for 5 – 10 minutes. Eventually stopping to lick his dick with my tongue from bottom to top before taking him back in. I could hear him moaning softly and that added fuel to my fire.

Not being able to take it any longer, I got up and mounted him. Once his cock was at the entrance of my pussy hole, I slowly started to press down. Taking him in inch-by-inch. Savoring the feeling of being filled by a cock again. Once he was fully inside I waited a little while to feel him inside me before starting to rock my hips. He also started an upward thrust and soon we had both settled on a rhythm. Fucking slowly, his hands were on my hips, encouraging me to slowly increase the pace. My tits were bouncing in rhythm to our fucking movements. I leaned forward and he took my tits in his mouth. I loved my breasts to be suckled while fucking and I had my second orgasm.

After I had calmed down, he indicated that he wanted missionary style position. That position was his favorite while mine was doggy style. He mounted me and came between my legs. After two orgasms, I was much lubricated and my pussy swallowed up his cock hungrily. I braced both my legs on the top bunk and he started his powerful thrusts. My tits again started to jiggle and taking them in my hands, I pressed them together and massaged them. Moaning slowly. He fucked me with strong powerful thrusts. Increasing his pace after every few minutes. After about 15 – 20 minutes, he finally came inside me. Triggering yet another orgasm in me. Satisfied for now he took his shrinking cock out of my well-fucked pussy and we cuddled.

This was just the start of the long holiday. Do not hesitate to let me know what you think of this story and hopefully if I get a good feedback, I will definitely post more.

This is a true story and I will be happy to share more experiences.

The Sexiest Kiss

Luv2K155 — Sun, 05 Jun 2011 02:23:58 UTC

The Sexiest Kiss

Version 1.10

By Maximillian Excaliber

Introduction

While I try to make the sex as steamy as possible, I don't write stories that just throw to people in bed by the second page. And no, I'm not criticizing those who do. Hell, I read them once in a while myself.

Except for my earlier stories, most of my work has a plot to sex ratio of somewhere between 75/25 and 85/15. So, unless you like your adult stories with a lot of much plot, you probably won't consider them 'jerk' stories (unless you just skip to the juicy parts that is).

It is very important you understand that I am not, nor do I claim to be, a professional writer. I make mistakes and, despite my best effort to ensure otherwise, you will probably find some in every story I have written. I just seem to have bad luck keeping an editor. Good ones are too busy and bad ones just want to read something before everyone else does.

I encourage you to please take the time to leave some form of feedback, if for no other reason than to point out the errors you find.

Lastly, try to remember that this is a free site and the works here are, for the most part, done by amateur authors of various skill levels and experience.

If you find a flaw, please try to politely bring it to their attention via email, if possible, rather than flaming them publicly and, if you just plain don't like a story, consider simply not reading the author's work again.

Thanks in advance for taking the time to read this story. Hope to hear from you soon.

Chapter One – “The Invitation”

My name is Celeste Johnson and I guess you could say my story beings in the present but actually, it really doesn’t. If that’s confusing, then I’m not surprised because it probably is. I’ll try to clear that up later but for now, I’ll start the most recent events.

First, let me tell you what I look like. I’m 5’10” tall and weigh about 165 pounds. I have short, curly auburn hair and brown eyes. My figure is 38-26-36 and my body is covered, except where I have bikini lines, with a deep rich tan. A friend of mine once said I looked very much like the famous actress Lucy Lawless; but, in her words, “With better tits!” Personally, I’m not so sure about that.

Anyway, I had been flirting with Jeremy Bennett for months trying to get him to respond, but he just never did. Probably because at the time he was just too scared to. It took me a while before I figured out that besides just a plain lack of confidence, he was simply too inexperienced with women to take the bait. But, I always liked a challenge and I’m not one to give up. I was driving us both back to work after lunch when I hit him with it.

“Come on Jeremy, it’ll be fun!” I told him.

“You’ve been saying for months how you wished you had a few friends. Well, now’s your chance! Go with me to the party.” I added, batting my eyelashes as I did.

He fidgeted and said uncomfortably, “But I won’t know anybody there.”

“That’s the whole point. Now’s your chance to meet some new people. And as far as not knowing anyone there goes, I’ll be there. Who knows? You might even meet the girl of your dreams there.” I told him.

I could see the pained look of hesitation on his face and could tell he was struggling with it, “I don’t know Celeste, I don’t do well around other people.”

I found out later that I was right too! The idea of having to ‘pretend’ to be the boyfriend of the one woman in his life he had ever met that was the very embodiment of the girl of his dreams seemed like cruel torture to him.

My woman’s intuition told me that he would do it anyway.

“If you won’t do it for yourself, then do it for me.” I pleaded. “One of the girls I used to go to high school with will be there. She was so mean to me back then. If I showed up without a date she’d never let me live it down and it would be like high school all over again. I’m really stuck; I can’t back out now. You’d be doing me a really big favor. You’re the only male friend I have that I can trust enough to play along with me on this. All you have to do is pretend to be my date for the night. You can do that can’t you?” I said reassuringly.

I new he would enjoy hearing me tell him that he was my friend and I could tell from the look on his face that it must have warmed his heart to hear it. Even so, I think at the time Jeremy was trying not to allow himself to get his hopes up. I suspect that he thought that a beautiful woman like me would never want anything to do with a man like him… a NERD, FREAK, GEEK!

He didn’t disappoint me, “Okay. What time do you want me to pick you up?”

“No, you’re doing me a favor; the least I could do is drive. I’ll play chauffeur tonight. You tell me where you live and I'll be there at 7:00 P.M.” I insisted, smiling.

Even though the party didn’t start until 8:00, something told me that I might need to arrive early incase I had to give him some last minute wardrobe advice. But there was another reason I wanted to be early.

Despite the fact that he talked to me more than anyone else, Jeremy didn’t talk about much and he almost never started a conversation himself. So you can imagine my surprise when he started talking to me about how things were going with his house. Apparently, he was almost finished whatever it was he had been working on and the closer he got to completing, the more excited he became.

Seeing him animated so was quite a new, and to tell you the truth, enjoyable experience for me. So naturally, this provided me with the perfect opportunity to see what was so special about that house of his. It would also give me a chance to see how the man I had lunch with every day but knew very little about really lived!

Chapter Two – “Pocket Protectors”

Remember my saying that part of my story began in the present but actually it did not. Well, some of it that did not began about one year earlier. And it goes something like this…

“Mind if I sit here Jeremy?” I asked, pretty sure he wouldn’t object, especially because at the time, all eyes in the break room were upon me. It wasn’t because I was the most beautiful woman employed at Massive Mortgage, though I was! No, the reason everyone present in the room was looking at me was because I was about to sit at the one table in the break room considered by all to be no man’s land; and for that matter also no woman’s land. Now you might be wandering to yourself ‘What could possibly have earned this space such a dubious distinction?’ Well, I’ll tell you…

Jeremy is considered to be by all, beyond a doubt, the strangest, almost unsociable, albeit most intelligent, person anyone they had ever met.

He was the quiet, non-aggressive, unassuming type who, by his own accounts, was a loner. If there were a stereotypical nerd, Jeremy would probably have to be its poster boy. He was shy, stuttered a lot, and a terribly bad dresser. He even wore a pocket protector! In this day and age none the less!

Back to my story though.

Surprised, he looked up from the book he was reading and replied, “No.”

“No I can’t sit here or no you don’t mind?” I decided to play dumb. ‘Maybe it will get him talking.’ I thought to myself.

Embarrassed, he said, “Sorry, of course you can sit there.”

“Jeremy, do you mind if I ask you a question?” I said nervously, not quite sure how he would respond. I was looking around the room to see if everyone was still watching us. They were.

He looked quickly back down at the table suddenly and replied, “Sure Celeste, what is it? Are you having trouble with your computer again?”

There was an almost hopeful tone in his voice.

“No. Nothing like that. I was just wondering; where do you get your pocket protectors?” Okay, silly as it sounds, try as I may, at the time, I couldn’t come up with any other excuse to start up a conversation with him that day. I was going to ask him what he was eating, but he had already finished his lunch and I guess he must have disposed whatever containers it had come in before I arrived. Of course, on any other day, Jeremy would have had his nose buried in a book or magazine after he finished his lunch. But, for some strange reason, that day, he did not. So, the best I could come up with was pocket protectors!

And, to tell you the truth, it had been driving me crazy anyway. Where the hell had he found one anyway? Nobody makes pocket protectors anymore! Nobody! As I said it, it occurred to me that he didn’t have just one; he had several, all different!

He looked up at me and for a second, I could swear he was studying me. I think he was trying to figure out if I was serious or being funny. Then he said to me, “The Internet.”

“Oh! I never thought of that. Makes sense.” I said. Why hadn’t I thought of that? Then I said to him very seriously, “Aren’t they a bit dated?” I hoped he wouldn’t be offended by my candor.

He was still looking at me; studying me. “Best I could come up with.”

“Excuse me?” I asked. I had no idea what he was talking about.

Jeremy spent the next twenty minutes telling me how he hated pencils and loved pens, especially those pens with the rolling balls in the tips. His hearing was very sensitive and he said the sound of a pencil was to him just like someone grinding chalk on a blackboard but that pens didn’t bother him.

The problem was, he had a bad habit of putting his pens in his front pocket without capping them first. The ink would bleed right into the pocket and the stain would never come out. It had cost him several hundred dollars in shirts before he finally found a place on the Internet that sold pocket protectors. And they weren’t cheap either! Those little pieces of plastic they used to give away he was paying $3.95 each for. Social stigma or not, it made sense. It was cheaper than buying new shirts.

It was kind of funny now; that I think about it. No, not what Jeremy had said about the pocket protectors, though I have to admit that was too. Actually, what I found humorous at the time was the way that everyone in the room was listening to every word he said. I can’t say I blamed them though. After all, it was the first time anyone at work had heard him say more than two words in a row that was not computer related.

Well, to make a long story short. Once the ice had been broken, it wasn’t long before we were sitting at the table every day, to the astonishment of all, together eating lunch and talking occasionally about this thing or that thing. Mostly I did the talking while Jeremy just sat there and listened.

It took almost an entire year before I felt confident enough to bring up the subject of women with him. I guess he must have been comfortable with me, because that’s when, in a low whisper, he finally told me what had happened.

It seems that Jeremy had lost his virginity to some cheerleader back in high school on the first date.

When he tried to talk to her the next day in the hall at school, she laughed at him; called him freak and pretended that nothing had ever happened between them. Jeremy later found out that the only reason the girl had dated him was so that she could take his virginity. Once she had what she wanted, the teen aged vixen wanted nothing to do with him. Jeremy was devastated when he found out that to her he was just a trophy fuck.

It had been their only date, and more importantly, the only date he had ever had… ever! He never dated again.

I asked him why?

Jeremy told me that his father died when he was twelve and he was too embarrassed to talk with his mother about such a private matter. It was all made worse by the fact that Jeremy, being an only child, had no siblings to talk about it.

I realized then that’s why he had crawled into a protective shell and, except for work, lived almost reclusive life.

Chapter Three – “The Dream House”

That brings us back to present day.

I fed in the address Jeremy had given me into my GPS and began following its instructions to his house. When I got there, I had to drive around the block to see if I had made a mistake; I couldn’t believe my eyes I was that surprised! It was absolutely beautiful.

Since he had no kids, ex-wives or girlfriends to tie up his financial resources Jeremy invested all his time and money in his house and, from the way he described it, he must have put every spare dollar he had into the place. After twenty years and uncounted thousands of dollars, it was finally finished.

I had heard so much about it the past couple of weeks that it got my curiosity going so when I had any chance to come by and see it, I took it.

I parked in the driveway directly in front of the two-car garage and got out of my car. When I got to the door, I rang the doorbell and almost instantly Jeremy opened the door to greet me.

“Wow; that was quick! Are you psychic or what?” I said surprised.

He laughed, “No; not psychic. The motion sensor over the garage lets me know when someone pulls up.”

He stood there for several seconds as if he didn’t know what to do next.

“Well, aren’t you going to offer me in? We still got a few minutes before we have to be there.” I asked. After seeing the outside of his house, I was just dying to see what it looked like inside.

A look of embarrassment suddenly came on his face, “Sorry, I’m not used to having visitors. Would you like to come in? I don’t have much to drink but I can offer you some orange juice.”

“Sure.” I really wasn’t thirsty; but hey, it gave me a needed excuse to see the rest of the house.

Then, with a sparkle in his eyes, Jeremy asked, “Hey, you want me to give me you the fifty-cent tour of the place? I just finished it and you’d be the first to see it.”

The entire house was powered by solar panels on the roof. The electrical system was backed up by not one but two generators. On the inside, the whole place was decorated in an ultra-modern style. It seemed to be almost totally automated and just about everything was voice activated could be turned on my motion sensor.

Ten minutes later, we were just about through with the tour.

“We’ve got time, maybe while you can show me your wardrobe.” I said after glancing at my watch.

Astonished, Jeremy looked at me and asked, “Why? Is there something wrong with what I have on?”

“Well, to tell you the truth, it’s fine if you were going to work. But this is a social occasion. You might want to change into something a bit more casual.” I told him candidly.

He got a strange look on his face that I couldn’t quite make out.

“God Jeremy! I didn’t offend you did I? I never intended to hurt your feelings.” I said apologetically.

Red-faced now, Jeremy lowered his head and confessed, “Oh no. I appreciate the candor. It’s just that I don’t get out very often.”

“Want some help picking something more suitable out to wear?” I offered.

I swear I do believe I saw a twinkle in his eyes when he asked, “Would you please?”

There really wasn’t a lot to work with. From the looks of it, most of his clothing budget went into work clothes and most of those were plain white short-sleeve shirts. I was just about to give up when Jeremy starting digging though his closet for something. He emerged holding a bag containing five shirts along with an equal number of pairs of slacks.

He handed the bag to me and said, “Will they do?”

I looked at them.

“They’re perfect Jeremy, why didn’t put these on in the first place?” I inquired curiously.

He stuttered, “I…I had completely forgotten I bought them until you arrived. I never had a use for them until now.”

“Here, try these.” I said and handed him a pair of white slacks and nice looking purple shirt. “I’ll step out in the hallway. If it’s okay with you, I’ll leave the door cracked and spend the time while your dressing telling me what you intend to do with this beautify house you built?”

As I stood waiting on the other side of the door, Jeremy told me how he hoped one day to share his dream house with a woman some day. Unusually frank, he even told me he hoped to find one who could appreciate him for who he was inside and not the nerd he looked like on the outside.

I asked him how he expected to find her if he never went out anywhere to which he responded, “Find her? Oh no. She’ll find me. All I have to do is wait. Fate will bring us together.”

“But don’t you get lonely waiting for her? What if she’s waiting for you to come to her?” I asked.

There was a long silence, then he said softly, “I never thought of that. What if you’re right? What if I missed my chance?”

There was concern in his voice.

“It was just a thought. Still it’s probably a good idea for you to go to the party anyway. It’ll do you good to be around other people for a while.”

He opened the door to the bedroom and emerged. The new clothes were a big improvement.

“That’s much better! You look very nice… just how they expect my boyfriend to look. Now hurry up, it’s time we get on the road.” He smiled and actually blushed.

As we pulled out of his driveway, I was quite pleased with myself. It had all gone perfectly according to plan and I knew then that he suspected nothing. I was pretty sure that he had no idea at all what lay ahead waiting for him later that night.

Chapter Four – “The Party”

We walked up the pathway to the front door. A few seconds after ringing the doorbell the door opened and we were greeted by our hostess, ‘Barbie’. No, I’m not kidding; Barbie is really her name. Apparently, her mother had a ‘thing’ for Barbie dolls that she never grew out of. So, when she turned up pregnant with twins, Barbie's mother decided it would be really cool to name the girl ‘Barbie’. Want to guess what Barbie’s brother is named? If you guessed ‘Ken’ move to the front of the line and collect your prize.

Unfortunately, the name is where any similarity to the plastic Barbie doll ends. Our Barbie is neither tall nor shapely; she’s about 5’4” tall and skinny but not anorexic. However, she does have a beautiful Hellenistic face and the most charming personality I have ever met.

Barbie was wearing a pink and white polka-dot bikini with matching pink high heals which must have taken Jeremy by surprise for his jaw immediately dropped open.

She smiled, gave me a big hug and said, “Hi Celeste, glad you could make it. And who is this handsome man you have with you?

“This is my boyfriend Jeremy. I thought it was about time everyone met him.” I said to her.

Barbie let go of me, turned to Jeremy who was standing there in shock and wrapped her arms around him. Then, preceded to hug him tightly as she said, “Welcome to our little group Jeremy.

He just stood there speechless for several seconds before saying, “Thanks.”

She let go of him, took him by the right hand and let Jeremy inside with me trailing not far behind. Once we were inside she said to him, “You’re just in time, Jeremy; the party’s just getting started. Before I forget, you’re going to need a suit, what size are you?”

“Suit?” He replied with obvious confusion.

Barbie replied, “A swimsuit honey, what size are you?”

“I, I don’t know. I’ve never needed one before.” He stuttered.

Grinning, Barbie asked enthusiastically, “Why Jeremy, you sly dog you. Are you a nudist?”

“No. I just never had a need for a swimsuit before.” He answered.

I later found out that the reason Jeremy had never needed a swimsuit before was because he hadn’t been swimming since he was a boy. Kind of funny when you think about the fact that he had a really nice pool laying in his back yard, isn’t it?

Barbie looked puzzled for a second, then said, “Well, no matter. I’m sure we can find one that will fit you. Celeste, you know where to change. Go ahead while I get Jeremy settled; then we’ll meet you poolside.

I went to the pool house to change while Barbie led Jeremy off to find suit to wear. When I got there, I reached into my purse, removed the bathing suit I had brought with me from the plastic bag I had packed it into.

It was a white bikini bathing suit. The top tied on in the front and the bottom at each side. I had also brought a pair of white touch-ups to wear with it. I quickly changed, and put my belongings in one of the empty lockers and, after freshen up my hair, went outside to join Jeremy at poolside.

As I walked out the door I could see that all the other guest had arrived. There were ten of us total, comprised of an equal number of men and women.

Jeremy, sporting a brand new black pair of bathing trunks and flip-flops was standing next to Barbie. As part of our plan, we had made sure to remove the draw string earlier and I could tell from the way he kept tugging on them, that the pair we had picked out was just large enough to be loose on him.

As long as he stood still, it was unlikely that they would fall off, but if he didn’t hold them up with at least one hand when he walked, they were sure to go straight to the ground and he would find himself standing there naked. And so, he stood there, with one hand every so often pulling up his bathing suit and the other holding a small glass of what looked appeared to all to be green punch. I smiled when I looked at it and saw that it was already half empty.

In her right hand, Barbie likewise held another glass of what appeared to be the same punch. She handed it to me and said, “The festivities will be starting in about an hour. There are finger sandwiches, chips and assorted snacks at the table next to the punchbowl; help yourself. Sorry to rush off but I am playing host. I'll check back on you two later. Have fun. Nice meeting you Jeremy.” And with that she was off to do her hostess bit.

When she was out of earshot, Jeremy leaned over to me and whispered, “Celeste, what kind of party is this?”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I forgot to tell you. My bad! Well, it’s kind of a charity thing. Once a month, Barbie throws one of these little parties to raise money for whatever charity happens to be her favorite at the time. This time it’s a pool party, but as the night goes on and it gets cooler, we'll all go inside. Usually, she have something to sell; and, after expenses, the proceeds will go to the charity.” I told him nonchalantly.

The entire time I was speaking he had been sipping from his punch. The glass was about empty. I held out my hand and asked said, “Whew, you drank that pretty fast. You must really like it! Want another?”

“I didn’t realize I had. I’ve never tasted anything like it before. It’s really good. I could swear I taste alcohol in it but I really can’t tell. Maybe it’s just the unique taste. Can you ask Barbie what it is that gives it that peppermint flavor?” He replied.

He finished his punch after which I took his glass and said, “Sure, but she just tells me the same thing she always does, “It’s a secret”. Maybe if you’re nice to her, she’ll tell you where she won’t tell me.” Then I added, “Here, let me get you refill.”

I walked over to the punchbowl and while I was there Barbie came over, leaned her head next to mine and said, “So how’s it going. Everything okay?”

“So far, so good. My compliments on the punch; you’ve really outdone yourself this time. I can hardly even taste the peppermint schnapps. The only problem is, now I’m going to have to watch him or he’ll be too wasted later on for our plan to succeed. I’m pretty sure he has never drunk before. See if you can’t get everybody to help distract him if he heads towards the punch bowl; that way we can make sure he doesn’t get any more than necessary.” I asked.

As I walked back to Jeremy, Barbie began slowly working her through the other guest passing the word.

Chapter Five – “The Challenge”

We were all standing in the rather spacious den where we had assembled.

“First, I want to thank everyone for showing up tonight and supporting my favorite charity… The Foundation For The Preservation Of Eximius Cornu Vir.”

Barbie paused dramatically, then continued. “As most of you know, the Eximius Cornu Vir is an extremely rare species of Primate that is facing worldwide extinction. And, unless we act now, if the current trend continues, the Eximius Cornu Vir may be all but be wiped out by the predatory Terror Mulier in our lifetime. Your support and participation in tonight’s events is key in our ongoing fight to make sure that this most important, little known creature of nature.”

“Now before I go any further I want to introduce you to Celeste’s boyfriend, Jeremy. Everybody say hi to Jeremy!”

The words “Hi Jeremy!” came in unison from all attending as they waved in his direction. He blushed, I guess he was not used to being the center of attention and Barbie continued.

“I think you guys will get a special kick out of tonight’s fund raising festivities. First, were going to start with a lingerie modeling show that the ladies have so graciously consented to put on for us. Remember that all the items they will be wearing tonight will be available for sale and that the proceeds will be used to further fund our fight to save the Eximius Cornu Vir.

Since this month is ladies’ choice, the girls have decided that we are going to have a ‘Sexiest Kiss Contest’. Once it's over, the girls have planned a very special competition that I think you all will enjoy.”

One of the women in the audience yelled, “What do the winners of the ‘Sexiest Kiss Contest’ get?”

“I’m glad you asked. The woman who wins will receive $100.00 credit that she may use to order her choice of lingerie items in the catalog and the man gets the honor of judging the next event.

Now before you guys think you are getting the short end of the stick, let me assure you that event will only have female contestants in it and I guarantee the lucky man who wins the ‘Sexiest Kiss Contest’ will not be disappointed.”

“There is a $25.00 per couple entry fee for the Sexiest Kiss Contest. Also, every girl participating in it will automatically be entered in our very special competition. I'm happy to say that we’ve already had two couples enter our first contest... Celeste and Jeremy, and Allyson and Herman.”

At that very moment, Jeremy looked straight at me and just stood there speechless. Barbie however, had not stopped talking.

“As you all know, Celeste and Allyson go way back and I have a feeling that this is going to be one hotly contested event. But, that’s no reason for the rest of you not to enter. So how about it? Any takers?”

Two more couples walked up and handed Barbie their entry fees. When they were finished, she turned to the small crowd and said, “Last call, any more takers?” No one else stepped forward. “Well, now that that’s out of the way, we’ll be starting our Lingerie Modeling Show in about fifteen minutes. I like to see all you ladies in the pool house in five and we’ll get this show on the road.”

As she walked away, Jeremy said to me, “You entered us in the Kissing Contest? Why did you do that?”

“I had to. Allyson challenged me.” I told him. I could tell from the look on his face that he still didn’t understand. “Remember when I told you that someone I used to go to high school would be here?”

He thought about it for a second, then said, “Yeah, what about it?”

“Its Allyson. That’s what Barbie meant by we go way back. Apparently, Barbie told Allyson about the kissing contest a couple of days ago. Allyson made it a special point just to show up for it. I knew she would be here tonight, but I had no idea she would challenge me. I didn’t know what else to do. You aren’t mad at me are you?” I asked him.

He started fidgeting nervously, “Well, no. But I wish you had told me first.”

“You are going to be my partner; aren’t you? If I dropped out now, I don’t believe she’d ever let me live it down.” I knew if I told Jeremy that he would never back out.

Sure enough, he went for it. “If it will make you happy. Then I’ll help you.”

“Promise me you’ll make it look good. It doesn’t matter whether we win or not, as long as we make it look good.”

He nodded.

Then I added. “Don’t look so worried. Everything will be fine. It’s all in fun anyway. Here, sit here on the couch and enjoy the show. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

I took him by the hand and led him to the couch.

About five feet in front of the couch, Barbie had a really large, heavy, wooden coffee table made of solid oak. The table was a good six feet square, twenty four inches high and had rounded corners. The entire surface of table was covered with about a milk chocolate colored leather beneath an inch of padding.

He shook his head yes and then I left to join the other women at the pool house, happy that everything was proceeding as planned.

Chapter Six – “The Festivities Begin”

I had previously picked out a black lacy bra that opened in the front, with matching garter belt, black silk stockings, a pair of sheer black lacy panties and lastly, a pair of black five inch high heels that laced up around the ankles.

Once we were all dressed, we walked from the pool house to the double doors that led from the back patio into the den. Barbie had set her satellite radio to one of those commercial free club music stations, which helped to create a more realistic runway like atmosphere for everyone.

I peeked through the doorway so I could see the expression on Jeremy’s face as, one-by-one, the other women paraded seductively before him. Even though he was not cheering loudly and making catcalls, as were the other men present, I could still tell he was enjoying every moment of it for there was a look of mixed dismay and erotic fascination on his face. Finally, it was my turn to enter the room. By design, I was to be last.

Almost as if we had choreographed it so, a new song started playing on the radio just as I strutted into the room. All eyes were on me as I began by showing off my best supermodel poses. I made sure to stop, turn slowly and then wink over my shoulder at Jeremy before exiting the room.

I could feel his eyes upon me the whole time taking in every inch of my body.

The Lingerie Show over, Barbie called us women back inside for the line up and while we stood there posing, she began taking orders. Once the last order had been taken she began to explain the rules for the great Sexiest Kissers Contest.

“Okay ladies and gentleman, here’s how it works…

You and your partner will be judged based on your ability to kiss. I want you all to remember that we are expecting to see more than just lip-lock; in other words, you aren’t limited to kissing just the mouth. Also, you will have to demonstrate your oral skills both standing and laying down. Therefore, the contest has been broken up into two events:

The first will take place standing. Each couple will be limited to a total of five minutes in the standing position. The couple may be awarded between 1 to 5 points based on how well they kiss in that position. Then we will move on to the second event which will take place laying down and will be in two parts.

And before anyone asks, yes the carpet is clean. In fact, it just finished drying this morning that’s why you may have noticed the pleasant strawberry scent in the air.

But enough of that.

The last event, and most important one, is worth a total of 20 points. Each part is worth a maximum of 10 points and will last a minimum of 8 minutes. In part one, the woman will be on top and then you'll switch and so us how good you do with your man on top. The judges, who are comprised of all spectators present, will tally their scores and I will announce the winner.

In the event of a tie, each female from the tying teams will draw straw and the short straw wins. Does everyone understand the rules? Good, then lets get started. Bob, you’re the official time keeper.”

While those of us models that had entered the Kissing Contest paired off with our partners, the spectators stood with their backs against one of the walls so they would be out of the way of the contestants.

“Couples take your positions; we’ll start in two minutes before competition starts. If you need to take off your shoes, or anything else for that matter, now’s the time to do it!” Came Bob’s voice in the distance.

It seemed to me a good idea to loose the shoes before they got in the way. I walked over to where Jeremy was sitting and said to him, “Can you be a gentleman and unlace these for me before we start? These damn heels may look nice but not very comfortable.”

With shaky hands, Jeremy reached forward and began gently untying them. About thirty seconds later, I stepped out of them and he picked them up off the floor and handed them to me.

“Ready?” I said after throwing my shoes onto the couch beside him.

Reluctantly, Jeremy nodded and rose to his feet. Instantly, he put one hand on his trunks in an attempt to keep them from falling down around his ankles.

I led Jeremy by the hand in the direction of the coffee table and turned him around so that his back was to the table. Facing the way he was would prevent him from seeing everyone else in the room and I knew if he couldn't see them, he wouldn’t worry so much about them.

“Just put your arms around my waist and pretend I’m your girlfriend.” I said reassuringly.

Concerned, he said to me, “But my trunks are awfully loose. I’m afraid they might fall off and…”

“Don’t worry, I won’t let them fall. You just relax and make it look good.” I told him and pulled his hands free and pulled up his shorts for him.

Next, I took his wrists in my hands and began moving his arms around me as I whispered to him, “Go ahead; put your arms around me; I won’t brake.”

Cautiously, Jeremy wrapped his arms around me and held me so loosely that I could barely feel him touching my skin.

“Here, let me show you how it’s done.” And before he could say anything, I reached around his back with both arms and pulled him to me until his chest began to flatten my breasts. For just a moment I could swear I felt something hard poke me right at the mouth of my pussy through my panties. Then, just as quickly, it was gone and I realized he must have developed an erection sometime during the lingerie show. “See, I told you I won’t brake. You can hold me tighter. It’s okay, really.”

I lowered my hands to Jeremy’s waist and pulled him even tighter than before. This time I locked my arms around him and held him there. Just as I had expected, the head of his cock was pushed once again into my pussy. His trunks started to slip a bit and just as Jeremy was opening his mouth to say something Bob’s announced loudly, “Begin!”

Before Jeremy had a chance to say anything, I put my mouth upon his, thrust my tongue into his mouth and began kissing him passionately. At the same time I grabbed his waist band with my left hand and placed my right hand right onto his ass so that I could hold him against me.

At first he was very nervous and it seemed like every muscle in his body was tense and hard as stone. But after a few seconds, I felt him begin to relax and he started kissing me back. Soon our tongues were intertwining freely. It seemed to go on forever but then out of nowhere we heard Bob’s voice, “Time! Alright, move into the laying position and remember ladies are on top!”

Without breaking our kiss, I began moving us closer to the coffee table. When his legs were up against the side of the table, I pushed him gently in its direction forcing him to bend his knees. He fell upon it taking me with him and I found myself laying on top of him.

I rose up on hands and my knees breaking our kiss.

“See if you can side up a little; I feel like I’m going to fall off.” I told him.

He scooted on his back until his head was almost to the end of the table, then said to me, “How’s that?”

During that time, Jeremy's trunks had ridden down just enough so that the had of his erect penis was just barely protruding above the waistband.

“Much better!” I told him; and, before he had a chance to reach down and pull up his trunks, I crawled over him until I was straddling his pelvis with my pussy and then lowered myself down upon him once more.

Face to face again, I used my elbows to support my upper body while I moved my hands under his arms forcing him to lift his arms. It effectively prevented him from pulling up his trunks.

He was struggling to reach his the waistband of his swim trunks, Bob called out, “Everybody ready?”

“Yup!” I yelled and put my mouth upon Jeremy’s and began kissing my deeply once more.

“Ummph!” He said in surprise but did not try to stop me. While we lay there, our tongues once more mingling, we heard the voice of Bob say once more, “Begin!”

I started undulating my hips slightly and every once in a while I would feel the head of Jeremy’s cock poking at the entrance of my pussy through my through my panties. I rolled my hips forward and pushed backwards against him causing the head of his cock to be pushed up and backwards forcing the waistband down even more . There was no doubt in my mind that most of his cock was now free of the confines of his trunks.

Jeremy broke the kiss suddenly and whispered in my ear excitedly, “Celeste, my trunks are coming down!”

As soon as he had taken his mouth from mine I had begun French kissing him on the neck.

“See if you can pull them up.” I said and began kissing him on the mouth once more.

While trying to kiss me, Jeremy tried vainly to get his trunks a bit higher. However, each time he came got them back up, I squirmed my hips and used my pelvis to push them back down.

He broke our kiss once more and whispered in my right ear, “The keep coming down.”

“Don’t worry about it. Their not even looking at us. It’ll be fine. Quick! They’re looking this way! You better kiss me or we don’t stand a chance at winning.” I said excitedly.

And so, as we lay there kissing each other passionately for what seemed like an eternity as I slowly ground my pussy up and down the length of his cock. By the time we heard Bob tell us to change positions, my pussy was soaking wet and there was a burning desire in my loins screaming to be quenched.

He looked up at me and asked, “How we going to do this?”

“I going to put my legs together, then we’ll both roll over together.” I replied.

Concerned, he asked, “But what about my trunks?”

“Once you’re on top of me, all they’ll see are my legs after I raise them.

“Look at what they’re doing!” I said as I nodded in the direction of Allyson and Herman. The had rolled over and she was cupping Herman’s ass with the palms of her hands while he was fondling her left breast.

I felt his cock throb against me when he did.

”We can do better than that. Come on, let’s make this look really sexy, kiss me and hold on tightly while we roll!” I put my mouth to his, and rolled us over. Jeremy, holding on for dear life, went with me.

Now I was on the bottom with my legs held tightly together. Jeremy was laying completely on top of me and in our new position, I could feel the bottom of his shaft laying halfway between my legs and halfway onto my mound.

Just then, Allyson started moaning erotically.

“Damn it! She's wining!” I exclaimed.

Jeremy looked over at Allyson, Herman had pulled her panties down and was now cupping her ass with both his hands while they kissed.

After watching them for several seconds, Jeremy asked, “We can't compete with that!”

“Yes we can if we make every one think we are really doing it! All I have to do is part my legs. Then, if you start moving up and down like were doing it, no one will be any the wiser.” I whispered as I kissed his neck once more.

He said hesitantly, “I don’t think that’s a good idea, my trunks came down even more when we rolled over!”

“Go ahead. It’ll be okay. I’m wearing panties remember?” I urged.

With nervousness in his voice, Jeremy asked, “Are you sure?”

“Yes! Now hurry up. As soon as I raise my knees, you start thrusting like crazy.” I replied as I pulled him to me so our lips could join once more.

Before he could object, I placed my mouth on his once more and began kissing him passionately.

As soon as I felt his body begin to relax again, in one quick movement I spread my legs wide and bent my knees until my feet were flat on the table.

The lower half of Jeremy’s body fell slowly knees first to the table. At the same time, his cock slide right through the furrow of my pussy leaving the head of his prick was resting right on my clit.

“NOW!” I said as I suddenly pulled both knees towards my breasts while at the same time I rotated my pelvis upwards slightly.

Right on queue, Jeremy thrust his hips forward.

“AHHH!” We moaned in unison as the full length of his stiff cock to slide suddenly into the depths of my pussy for upon opening my legs, I had allowed Jeremy’s cock to have unimpeded access to the entrance of my pussy.

Jeremy looked at me in a mixture of shock and horror while his mind struggled with the realization that he had just buried his cock deep inside my pussy.

After he recovered his senses, he said, “Oh my god I'm sorry! I didn't mean to. It must have gone right through your panties. I'll take it out!”

“DON”T YOU DARE!” I told excitedly.

That was probably the last think he expected to hear me say. I'm sure at the time he was thinking that it shouldn't have happened and, under any other circumstance he would have been right.

Confused, he asked, “What?”

“You didn't rip though them!” I explained.

Still not comprehending, he started to ask, “But how did I...”

“Because they're crotch-less!” I told him, cutting him off in mid-sentence.

And that they were, deceptively so. You see to the casual observer, as long as I didn’t bend over or do something like a split, they appeared to be just a very sexy pair of panties.

But, as Jeremy had just discovered, if I spread my legs, they bottom opened up and fully exposing everything I had from two inches below the waistline in the front to two inches below the waistline in the back.

I not sure which had surprised him more, finding himself buried deep inside my warm wet pussy or the fact that as he had entered me, I wrapped my legs around him locking him inside!

Even after I explained it to him he still hadn't caught on, “But why didn't you tell me?”

“Because I wanted you to find out for yourself! Got it!”

He tensed up and looked around the room to see what reaction the others might have only to find that they were quietly leaving the room. Confused, Jeremy just looked down at me expectedly for an answer.

“They’re all leaving now so we can have some privacy.” I told him.

I put my hands to the side of his face and turned his head until he was looked down at me once more. Still trying to understand he asked, “But why?”

“Because even though you didn't realize it, I’ve known for months how you feel about me. After what happened to you, I didn’t think you’d believe me if I told you I felt the same way about you. I’m sorry but didn’t know any other way to make you believe me. That’s why my friends and I planned this.” I waited to for him to say something but no words came out of his mouth. He just stared in disbelief.

But he also did not pull away. I decided to I begin moving my pussy slowly up and down onto his rigid cock to see how he would respond. After a few seconds, he closed his eyes and a look of blissful began to come appear over his face.

I lay there for a minute like that taking fucking his cock into me. At first, I moved in slow short thrusts upward. Deliberately, I began to gradually lengthen each thrust until after about two minutes; I was taking all of him inside me.

It was then that I began to notice that heightening my pleasure was a slight movement coming from his hips each time I took him deep inside me. I increased my pace a bit. His reaction was to do the same. I started moaning when I felt his cock began to make thrusting deeply into which each push of my body towards him.

In the heat of the moment, he placed his mouth upon mine and allowed his tongue inside as he began quickening the pace of our fucking.

“FUCKKK!” I exclaimed as I tried to lower my hips and pull some of him out of me, but to my delight, every time I had half of him out of me, Jeremy thrust his cock back in pinning me to the table. Then, he would pull himself out just far enough that so that I would want to push myself up so that I could take him back inside me. However, rather than waiting for me to come to him, Jeremy would drive his manhood home again at just the right angle to allow the head of his cock to ride my g-spot with such force that his pelvis stuck my clit with a tiny jolt of electricity.

Gasping, I held him tightly as I began to writhe from each joining we made. Each thrust of his cock into me sent me nearer and nearer I came to what I was sure was to be a powerful orgasm as the jolts got stronger and stronger.

My breathing was so hard and fast that the snap in the front of my bra came undone exposing my firm breasts with their hard nipples to him.

“YESSS!” I cried for when Jeremy realized what had happened; he reached under with his left hand and placed it below the small of my back and then, he moved his mouth to my right breast and began to devour it like a man starved for nourishment.

His tongue rolled around my nipple as he sucked first one breast, then the other as he continued to fuck his cock into me.

We stayed that way for what seemed like an eternity until suddenly, he raised up to support himself with both hands and began driving himself rapidly into me making sure that each time the entire top of his shaft rode my clit like a sexual highway.

“AHHH GODD!” I screamed when I felt the first wave of orgasm come crashing down upon me suddenly causing my whole body to suddenly tense up.

When the second wave hit me I opened my mouth to scream but found I could not for it was even stronger than the first and any thought I may have had about being in control of my own body disappeared. I began fucking him like a woman filled with an unquenchable desire. I was a prisoner of my own lust and I couldn’t have stopped now even if I had wanted to!

With all for of my limbs wrapped around him holding him in my loins, Jeremy too was as much captive of my lust as was I.

When his cock reentering me caused the third wave to hit me my pussy began to involuntarily contract around it making the sensation even more intense than before.

It wasn’t long before the waves became so strong; the pleasure so intense, that I found all I could do was lay writhing under him as again and again my body convulsed in ecstasy. Together we rode the crashing waves of my orgasm higher and higher until the calm began to come over me as they began diminishing ever so slowly but just when I thought I was about to they were gone, Jeremy quickened his pace once more.

Like a man possessed he began fucking with the frenzy of a demon and it wasn’t long before I felt the wave of orgasm crashing over me with the force of a tsunami.

“OHHH FUCKKK!” I cried loudly and pulled his mouth onto to mine.

I don’t know if it was the renewed spasming of my pussy messaging his cock or the glorious feeling of our tongues in union that caused it but at that very moment he went over the edge and exploded inside me filling me with his seed.

We lay there in each other’s arms holding each other while our mutual orgasms faded.

Twenty minutes later, after a rather erotic shower together, Jeremy asked, “Just out of curiosity, what kind of contest was it that the winner of the competing was supposed to judge? Or was that just a put on too?”

“Oh no! There really is going to be a contest but all the girls are going to be competing in it.” I replied. “And by the way, Barbie said we won. Nobody else even came close. Although from what I hear, a few came later.”

Hey before I forget, what was all that stuff Barbie was spouting about the Foundation being a charity for the preservation of some such thing and whatever it was being wiped out by some predator? It sounded Latin to me.

I laughed.

“It was. That was my idea; I majored in it in my first two years in college.” And then proceeded to explain, “To quote: ‘Eximius Cornu Vir, the Very Horny Man’ and ‘Terror Mulier, the Frigid Woman’

He laughed as continued watching me intently while I finished drying my hair, “So what am I supposed to be judging again?”

“Ever heard the word Latin word fellatus?” I asked.

He shook his head, “No but it sound similar to one of the few Latin words I do know.”

“Well, if that word is fellatio then you’re on the right track. Fellatus is from new Latin and is the past participle of fellāre meaning ‘to suck’. So the next competing was to see who gives the best blowjob.” I told him casually.

“By the way, I forgot to tell you… all my friends you met here tonight are swingers. Barbie said to tell you can join the club if you want to.” I added.

He looked thoughtful for several seconds; then asked, “Are you a member?”

“Not really; I just visit every once in a while when I get really horny. I’m not into the whole group thing. What about you, feeling adventurous?”

Jeremy came over, took me in his arms and said, “If that’s what you want. Otherwise, I’d like to spend some time alone with you for a while so I can find out what makes you happy.”

“Good answer! Still, does that mean you won’t be judging the completion tonight?”

As Jeremy’s hand was roaming gently up and down my nude back; his soft touch tingled everywhere it went and began making my nipples hard, he replied, “Are you going to be a contestant?”

“Yes, I get to go last, assuming you make it that far!” I answered.

Smiling, Jeremy said insistently, “Then I wouldn’t miss it for the world!”

“Why do I have the feeling you wouldn’t have missed it anyway?” I asked.

Grinning from ear to ear as he began rubbing my pussy lips he said, “Probably because you’re right!”

Later that night just before Jeremy and Barbie were getting ready to leave, Barbie and Allyson were in the kitchen talking while Barbie filled the dishwasher with the last of the punch glasses.

“Thanks for the help girls; I owe you one!” I said to them both.

Barbie closed the door on the machine, pushed a button, then turned to hug me as she said, “Forget about it; that’s what friends are for.”

Allyson added, “I just wish I could have done more. Hey, if you want, I’ll teach him how to give good head for you?”

“Thanks! But I think I’ll handle that personally. If you ever get a hold of him, he’ll never want to come back!” I replied.

Allyson frowned, “Well, I tried. If you change your mind, let me know.”

“I’ll keep it in mind. But just in case, I wouldn’t hold my breath on it if I were you.”

Two minutes later, Jeremy and I were headed back to his house where we spent the rest of the night making love in his bed. And, as promised, I introduced him to the delights of cunniliungus. When I was satisfied with his abilities, I taught him the joys of 69.

Chapter Seven – “High School Days”

By now you are probably wondering what would make a beautiful woman even consider a somewhat reclusive, socially withdrawn man like Jeremy and to really understand that we have to go back to the spring of 1980.

My senior year of high school began in September of that year and, like most girls my age, I had changed a lot over the summer. Unfortunately, most of the changes were for the worse.

My acne was so bad that I looked like a victim of the pox and the dentist had decided that I need to have braces. Compounding the situation was that fact that, while my father and mother tried, we still barely made ends meet. So, when I had started to sprout out in all the right places quite suddenly to the extent that I needed a new wardrobe, things just got worse. I found myself having to decide choose between three options: trying to wear my old clothes, most of which I couldn’t even fit into; wear some of my mother’s clothes, most of which were a size too large for me, or go naked.

I tried the first until I ripped out two pairs of pants and the buttons popped on of my blouses leaving me sitting at the breakfast table one morning with my tits hanging out. When I saw what I looked like in my mother’s old clothes, I suggested the third option and was politely told by my father that I could do anything I wanted when I turned 18 and had enough bail money saved up.

Needless to say, when I had just walked into the cafeteria that first day of school wearing baggy blue jeans and a blouse that almost didn’t fit me, I found myself, much to my humiliation, instantly the center of attention.

The first thing I heard was Allyson Baker laughing in that high pitched squeal of hers. That was followed by her saying in a voice loud enough for everyone in the high school cafeteria to hear, “God look at her! I didn’t think it was possible but she actually got more hideous over the summer.”

I remember thinking at the time how I wanted to kill her; well, maybe not kill her, just wound her a little!

“Come on Allyson, that’s not fair. She can’t help it. I don’t think you’re giving her enough credit. Why I’ll bet by the time school’s out she’s going to be giving you some serious competing for the boys.” Barbra Rollins said to Allyson.

Barbra’s friend looked at her in astonishment and exclaimed, “You’re kidding me right Barbie? You’re just saying that because she’s your friend.”

“No, actually, I’m not. Those braces are going to come off some day, and eventually that acne is going to clear up. Once that happens, all it’ll take is a little makeover and she’ll be fighting them off with a stick!” Barbie told her.

Disbelieving, Allyson asked, “How the do you figure that?”

“Hell, look at the way she’s starting to fill out, she’s already got more chest than you do and she told me she changed her diet. You didn’t see her last month, her acne was much worse. The diet is really working.” Replied Barbie.

“Bullshit!”

“Like to bet?” Barbie said challengingly.

There was a pause while Allyson thought about it for a second. Then she asked, “Okay, what you got in mind?

“Simple. If I’m wrong and by the end of school she doesn’t look ten times better, I’ll give you my new stereo.”

Curiously, Allyson asked, “And if you’re right?”

“Then you will help me give Celeste a complete makeover! Nails, hair, makeup and wardrobe.”

Allyson thought about it a second, before saying, “I don’t know; that could be pretty expensive.”

“Come on Allyson, your old man’s rich. Why, I’ll bet you could take it out of the money he gives you for lunch every week and still not starve. Or are you afraid I’m right?” I’ve got to give it to Barbie. She always did know exactly what to say to get people to do what she wanted.

Allyson’s face turned red with embarrassment. Barbie was right and she knew it. Seeing now way out, Allyson replied, “Fine, you’re on!”

For most of the next several months, I was the punch line of about every bad joke told at the school. Then almost overnight, everything changed. As Barbie had predicted, about the same time my braces came off, my acne cleared up. Not only that, but my figure was the envy of every girl at school. Except of course the ones that were busy swallowing their fingers every night.

I was shocked when one afternoon, Barbie showed up at my front door with Allyson in tow. It turned out that, true to her world, Allyson swallowed her pride and actually helped Barbie give me that much needed makeover. It all worked out for the best and eventually Allyson and I became good friends and we both pretended that it hadn’t been her who, until I blossomed, had given made my life miserable. She really wasn’t a bad girl back then and to tell you the truth, I think the changes I went through at the time had as much impact on her as they did me.

High School did end and, just as Barbie predicted, by the time I started college I practically was beating the boys off with a stick. And that became a whole another problem.

You see when all the boys think you’re a beautiful woman, you find yourself attracting one of two types of men: the arrogantly over confident and pretty boys stuck on their looks most of which want to treat you like a hood ornament. You suddenly find yourself becoming more of an inanimate object than a human being just there to be looked at and make them look good but not much more.

It really taught me a lesson and if I didn’t learn anything else back then I did learn one thing: you really can’t judge someone just on appearance.

After years of dating the male model wannabes and assorted obnoxious assholes, I finally remembered what kind of person I was on the inside while everyone was making fun of me because of what I looked like on the outside.

And so, by the time I met Jeremy, after a lot of bad relationships, I was wise enough to look past the shell and see the man waiting for someone to love.

We’ve been together for about five years now and I love him with all my heart. His wardrobe has changed and he most certainly has become a lot more confident, but for the most part, he’s still the quiet nerd he was when I first met him. But you know what, he’s my nerd and I wouldn’t change him if I could because I know he loves me more than life itself. What more can a woman asks?

The End

The Paralegals

Luv2K155 — Sun, 05 Jun 2011 02:16:45 UTC

The Paralegals

By Maximillian Excaliber

Introduction

Everyone has a secret. Some are big and some are small. Sometimes that secret is a private thing about themselves they don’t want anyone to know and, sometimes it involves others. Those are shared secrets.

This is the story of about people, their shared secrets and the lengths they will go to protect them. Try to keep that in mind while you’re reading it. See if you can figure out who is has what secret to hide?

Enjoy.

Maximillian Excaliber

Chapter One – In Court

It was about 3:30, late in the afternoon on the last Thursday in November. The weather outside was unseasonably cold.

I was sitting at our table in the courtroom waiting to see what Willard Sanders, the attorney for the plaintiff, Lilly Rossi, was going to do next.

My name is Marty Gordon. I’m forty-eight years old; weigh in at two-hundred pounds even, I am five feet nine inches tall. I have a ‘stocky’ build that is, except for my legs, not very muscular. Both my hair and goatee are brown, which I keep cut short and neatly trimmed at all times. Most of the time, I have brown eyes. I say most of the time because when I put in long hours at work, they are usually bloodshot. In my opinion, I’m not very handsome, but to be honest, I’m also not ugly either. What I’m trying to say is that I think I’m just plain average.

That particular day I was dressed in a navy blue classic, two-button business suit and a white shirt. My tie was dark blue with white stripes. On my feet I wore black socks and black, monk strap shoes.

There were four of us at our table. To my immediate right sat my partner, Rachael Wolf.

Rachel is the other paralegal on the team. She’s forty-two and, since I’ve never been good at guessing women’s weight, I won’t even try. However, considering she has a figure that would make a playboy bunny envious, it really doesn’t matter anyway. Her hair, which is black and wavy, flows down past her shoulders. She has pale, almost alabaster white skin, and brown eyes. If I had to compare her to anyone, I’d have to say that she reminds me of a full figured version of Monica Bellucci. She also is one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen.

Next to Rachael was our boss, Samantha Roberts, the firm’s head and only attorney. I’m not quite sure of our boss’s age but I think she’s about thirty-six. She’s a little skinny for my taste. Hell, I’ll bet she doesn’t weight an ounce over a hundred pounds.

Finally, at the far end of the table sat Vincent Rossi. “Vince”, as he liked to be called, was the defendant in the case and our client. Suffice it to say that he was obviously male and with a name like Rossi, you can bet he looked Italian.

Moving along, at the table to our left was Lilly Rossi and her legal team. Her team was comprised of Lilly Rossi, her lawyer and a paralegal.

Lilly, by the way, is herself, a successful (if not ethical) divorce attorney. Next to her at their table was her mouthpiece, Willard Sanders. And, next to Sanders was his paralegal, a quiet little man whose name I can’t remember.

Sequestered in the Witness room was Gloria Lemons, the self confessed adulteress of the affair and potentially the most damning witness they had.

Before this mess started, Samantha, Lilly, Rachael, Gloria, Vince and I used to be good friends. Now, as sometimes happens, we’ve divided into two camps. On one side was Samantha, Rachael, Vince and myself. On the other, the unlikely team of Lilly and Gloria.

It was the first day of trial and Lilly was about to take the stand.

Her attorney said to the judge, “I call to the stand the plaintiff, Mrs. Lilly Rossi, your honor.” I was somewhat surprised, I had just assumed that he’d present the video, it would be shown, and we’d all go home. Then I could start enjoying my long holiday weekend, Rachael could do whatever it is she does when not working herself to death, Samantha could sulk, and poor Mr. Rossi could cry himself to sleep while he tried to figure out how to pay our bill. Although something told me he wasn’t going to be able to pay it. Lilly had been smart enough to get him to sign a prenuptial agreement giving her everything in the event he committed adultery.

I expected this to be the first and last day of what had promised to be one of the shortest divorce trials in history. The evidence in the case was so strong it was sure to be a slam dunk win… for Lilly and her attorney!

But then she did have what, in my mind, was indisputable video evidence of the husband’s infidelity with his mistress, Gloria Lemons.

You might be interested to know that Gloria also just happened to be Lilly’s best friend… that is until Lilly caught them in bed together!

Unsurprisingly, things started exactly as I expected they would. Sanders went straight for the jugular!

“Mrs. Rossi”, he began, “In your complaint you said, and I quote, ‘I was sure that Vince was having an affair’; is that correct?”

There was an appearance of anger on Lilly Rossi’s face when she replied, “Yes.”

“Were your suspicions correct?” Sanders continued. His voice had changed from professional to soft and conciliatory.

Meekly, she replied, “Yes.”

“How do you know they were correct?”

With an almost triumph look expression on her face, Lilly Rossi answered, “I have proof!”

“What kind of proof do you have?” Sanders asked. His tone showed no change of emotion.

She answered, “I recorded them together.”

“What do you mean you recorded them together? Was it an audio recording? Were you there when the alleged act of infidelity occurred?” Judge Judith Hastings asked, interrupting.

Sanders frowned. For, while it wasn’t common knowledge to the public, it was well known to those of us working in the court system that the judge had recently developed a dislike for his client.

I looked over at Samantha and then at Rachael, both were smiling. We all knew that Judge Hastings was hoping Lilly would admit to being present during the act. If that happened, then Samantha could claim that Lilly had, at the very least, given consent to the act and possibly even been a willing participant. Either way, the allegation of adultery would be effectively nullified. Unless, of course, Lilly said she was hiding at the time.

There was a faint smile on her face that couldn’t conceal the scorn hidden behind it as Lilly replied, “No; I mean, before I left the house I hid two cameras in our bedroom. They recorded the whole thing.”

Still looking at the judge, Lilly said, “I brought the cameras here with me today.”

“Why did you use two cameras?” inquired the judge curiously.

To which Lilly responded, “For a couple of reasons. First, one might fail. And second, I didn’t know exactly where in the room they might be. If I had used one camera, it might not have captured the bitch’s face”

“You know better than that Mrs. Rossi.” The judge interrupted. “You will restrict your testimony to the facts and not embellish it in any way.” The judge warned sternly.

Sanders approached the bench. In his hand he held four evidence bags. Two about a foot in diameter and two were just large enough to hold a single compact disk each.

“At this time, your honor, I’d like to enter into evidence the videos and cameras Mrs. Rossi is talking about. I also request they be marked ‘Plaintiff’s Exhibits 26, 27, 28 and 29.’”

Vince Rossi turned to Samantha and asked angrily, “Why don’t you object or something? You said she only had one video, not two.”

“The truth is Vince that I just found out this morning. I knew about the first one, but not about the second one.

Sanders pulled a fast one on me. He sent the two videos over all right. But one video he labeled “Original” and the other he labeled “Backup Copy”.

I just assumed that the second video was a duplicate of the one labeled “Original’ so we never looked at it.

I tried to keep it out; but, the judge said that, while she was sympathetic, it was my responsibly to examine “ALL” the evidence. She’s right, it’s my fault. I let him get one over on me.” Samantha replied.

Vince looked at her, anger in his face. I guess he realized she’d been tricked because he calmed down and then asked, “How bad is it?”

“As bad as it gets!” She told him somberly.

In a voice too loud, he exclaimed, “FUCK!”

“WHO SAID THAT?” The judge yelled sternly and looked right at Vince. And then before he could answer, she looked around the room as if looking for somebody to blame. “Nobody did it? Well, the next time it happens ‘Somebody’ is going to be in contempt.” Then the judge turned to Lilly and said, “You may continue Mrs. Rossi.”

I looked over at Vince. He was red faced, teeth clinched and tight lipped. The judge had given him a break. I could tell he knew it wouldn’t happen again.

Smiling again, Lilly said, “I hid one camera on the television stand under the TV and the other I placed atop the large dresser on Vince’s side of the bed. ”

“Mrs. Rossi, I’m confused. If you placed the second camera on top of the dresser as you say you did, how did it go undetected by Mr. Rossi and Ms. Lemons?” asked the judge.

To which Mrs. Rossi responded, “I guess they were too busy screwing each other to notice it!”

Laughter ensued throughout the entire courtroom; and, a few bangs of the gavel later, the Judge Hastings ordered that cameras be produced.

The evidence bag containing the camera was opened. The camera was removed from the bag and held up for all to see.

For several seconds, silence filled the courtroom as all eyes stared at it. The camera, it turned out, was designed to look exactly like a vibrator. There were a few snickers from the audience.

“That’s a camera?” the judge asked. I could hear the disbelief in her voice.

Unashamed, Lilly replied, “Among other things.”

There was an outburst of hysterical laughter after which the judge, who had turned red faced, probably from embarrassment, was forced to order a recess.

As soon as we left the courtroom, the bailiff walked up to Samantha and handed her a note.

She read it and then said, “Don’t go anywhere. I’ll be back in a second.”

Samantha led Vince outside, presumably to calm his nerves.

Meanwhile, I said to Rachael, “Have you seen the second video?”

I hadn’t.

Down the hall, someone opened the door to the courthouse letting in a rush cold of wind. It must have blow right up her black dress because she shivered suddenly and I saw her teeth start chattering.

“No. Have you?” Rachael replied.

I took off my suit jacket and put it around her, then answered, “Nope. But I heard Samantha tell Vince that it’s worse than the other one.”

“Thanks.” Rachael said, and then she added, “Jesus, Marty! How much worse can it be?”

Before I could answer, Samantha walked up. Vince wasn’t with her.

“Where’s our client?” Rachael asked.

A worried look upon her face, Samantha replied, “In the bar across the street getting a drink, he’ll be back in a few minutes.”

“What was that note about?” Rachael inquired.

Then she sprung it on us, “That was from Judge Hastings. She let me know that when court resumes, she intends to let Sanders show the second video. Then recess for the holiday weekend. If you had any plans this weekend, cancel them. We’re all working!”

“But we’ve already checked out of the hotel and what with the holidays, we’ll never get another reservation!” I told her as I thought to myself, ‘There goes my weekend!’

Going into ‘boss mode’, she instructed, “Don’t worry about that, it’s all taken care of. You’ll both be staying at Vince’s residence.

He’s going out of town for the weekend and has given us full run of the place. He told me the place has four bedrooms. One bedroom is being used for storage and he is sleeping in another one.

After what happened to him, he doesn’t want to go near the master bedroom and doesn’t mind if you use it.

You two can figure out who gets it when you get there.” Samantha paused as if waiting for us to say something. I think we were both in shock. When we said nothing, she continued. “Your first priority is to watch both of those videos. Since we haven’t had a chance to analyze that second video, look at every frame of it and see if you can find anything to help us. Then I want you to examine the bedroom as if it were a crime scene. If that doesn’t pan out, go over the entire file again. ”

“Are you going to be joining us?” Rachael asked.

“I can’t. Jimmy’s still sick and I’m not going to leave him with the babysitter that long.” Jimmy was the name of her three-year-old son.

“I’m going to drive home when court ends today, but I’ll keep in touch with you by phone. I’ll call you when later and see what, if anything, you’ve come up with.

While you’re working at it from this end, I’ll be going over both videos and the affidavits again.”

It was my turn to ask questions. “What if we can’t find anything? Then what will we do?”

“I know you two. You’ll find something. You always do.” At that point the bailiff opened the courtroom door and called everyone back in. Before she turned to walk to the door, Samantha handed me something and said, “Here’s the keys. Go on! Get moving you two and don’t let me down!”

Two hours later, after we realized that the GPS in Rachael’s car had gotten us lost for the third time, we found someone to give us directions and located the place. Five minutes after that, we were walking in the front door of Rossi’s house.

Chapter Two – Change Of Venue

The first thing that struck me when I walked in the door was that the place was filled from wall-to-wall with sports trophies.

The second that grabbed my attention was the 65” plasma TV to the left as soon as you walked in the front door.

No sooner had I sat first batch of our bags down than Rachael hurried past me. From the way she seemed to be moving about the room, I could tell she was searching for something.

Jokingly, I said, “Didn’t you go before we left?”

“I’m looking for a phone book, smart-ass. Do you want Italian or Chinese?”

I responded with, “Hookers or food?”

“Food,” She replied. “I wouldn’t know how to expense the hookers.”

I countered, “How about ‘Expert Witness?”

“And what am I to tell the auditors when they ask what area of expertise they had?” She asked playfully.

I answered, “Forensic Knot Expert.”

“You’re kidding right?”

I told her truthfully, “You could always try it. I read about this guy in Great Britain last year. He’s a member of the International Guild of Knot Tyers & Forensic Science Society.”

“Okay, I’ll bite, how does that make a hooker an expert witness?”

While taking off my jacket, I said, “Well, a couple years ago, before you joined the firm, I was on this case involving a man whose wife found out he had been seeing a prostitute. When I interviewed him, he told me the hooker he saw specialized in Bondage and Domination and that she knew more knots than a sailor did. I figured he knew what he was talking about because he was a retired rear-admiral in the navy.”

“Hookers as expert witnesses, huh? For both our sakes, I hope it doesn’t come to that; but if it does, you’ll be the first one I let know.”

I decided to change the subject, “I’ll finish unloading the car; and then, I think I’ll take a look around. It might be a good idea to know where everything is… particularly the bathroom!”

When Rachael didn’t respond, I looked at her to see why. She had found the phone book and was busy searching through it.

There was a phone in the living room. After she’d located what she’d been looking for, Rachael picked up the phone and started dialing.

I could hear it ringing on the other end. A second later, she was talking to someone. While she was busy on the phone, I went out to the car and retrieved the rest of our bags.

After I brought them inside, I started setting up our laptops on the coffee table. About five minutes later, Rachael hung up the phone.

During that time, she’d made two calls.

“Samantha’s said to tell you that things went about how we expected they would in court. Luckily, there were no more surprises. She’s about half way home. She said she’d call about midnight for an update; that is, if we don’t call her first.

Also, the food should be here in an hour. I hope you like Philly steak and cheese sandwiches, French fries and coleslaw.”

I smiled. Steak and cheese sandwiches are one of my favorites. “Great!”

Seemingly satisfied, she stood there deep in thought for a minute. Then said to me…

“I was just thinking. She said we could have free run of the place. Why don’t we figure out how to use that overpriced entertainment system of Vince’s and watch the videos on it? That way we won’t have to spend any more time staring at these tiny laptop screens than I have to.”

I’d gotten so caught up in what I was doing that I had completely forgotten about touring the place.

It was just about the time I deciphered the workings of the entertainment center that our dinner showed up. As you can imagine, all we talked about was the case.

We finished eating, cleaned up the trash; and then, began analyzing the videos.

I had intended to start with the video neither of us had seen. Within seconds, I knew that I must have put in the wrong one by mistake because the image on the screen showed a clear, unobstructed, wide angle view of the bed.

The video we were supposed to be watching had been taken from the television stand at the end of the bed.

“Sorry,” I said to Rachael embarrassingly when I discovered my mistake.

I was in the process of getting up so I could swap it out with the other one when I heard her say, “Let it play. Maybe we’ll see something we missed the first time.”

“Okay.” I said and sat back down.

As I resumed watching, it occurred to me that the images on the screen reminded me a great deal of the late night soft-core porn I occasionally watch on the satellite back home.

There was Vince, lying on his back atop the bed. He appeared to be nude.

Gloria walked in the room, bent down and placed her hands on either side of his head. Then she kissed Vince passionately on the mouth. The kiss lasted for over a minute.

After breaking the kiss, she stood upright and then began slowly undressing until she too was totally nude.

I guess she wasn’t in the mood for foreplay because Gloria wasted no time in climbing on the bed and into a kneeling position over him.

Once there, Gloria, who was facing him, lowered her weight until it looked as if she were sitting, on top of him.

The way I saw it, her legs were straddling his waist and their pelvises were touching.

Were the video from the camera on the dresser the only evidence, as unlikely as it seemed, there might have been a slim chance Samantha could have argued that the couple on the screen had not actually be having sex.

The placement of Gloria’s legs was such that there was really no way to tell if actual penetration was occurring. The logic being, if there was no penetration, then there was no infidelity.

To be quite candid, Samantha would have had a better shot of convincing a motorcycle cop that she just threw up beer vomit on that she hadn’t been drinking!

A half hour later, the video was over.

I looked over at Rachael. For some reason, she had a flushed look on her face.

“Learn anything?” I asked kiddingly.

Rachael giggled and replied, “Besides that fact that Gloria is a screamer? No, not really. You?”

“Yeah, he went to bed with his watch off.” I told her.

Puzzled, she inquired, “How is that relevant?”

“It tells me Rossi planned on sleeping when he got into bed that night. A lot of guys who are getting into bed for just a booty call don’t bother taking off their watches. A man will usually take his watch off just before he goes to sleep or prior to getting into the shower.”

She smiled.

I knew what she was thinking. “Don’t go getting your hopes up. That doesn’t really prove anything.”

And the truth was it didn’t. But it did seem to indicate that Rossi might have been telling the truth about why he got into bed in the first place.

I put in the second video and started the player again.

The screen filled with the image of a naked woman, straddling, what appeared to be a naked man.

Because she was leaning forward slightly, I could clearly see in vivid detail every inch of the woman’s wet pussy as she bounced her ample ass up and down on the engorged penis beneath her. Therefore, there was no mistaking which was a man and which was a woman.

Two things dawned on me then. The first was that the way the camera was positioned, the only thing I could see was the back of her head. The second was that her upper body, even though moving, was blocking the face of the man she was erotically coupling.

“This is useless!” I said to her. “I don’t see what Samantha is so worried about.”

It took her a few seconds to respond. When I looked over at her, I realized that her eyes were transfixed, almost hypnotically, on the screen.

Agreeing with me, Rachael said, “Neither do I; she’s blocking the man’s face entirely. In fact, how do we know who she is? This could be a video of anyone.” But then she stopped and exclaimed, “Oh fuck!”

I looked back at the screen and understood immediately why.

Almost as if on cue, the woman on the screen leaned far backwards towards the camera and placed the palms of her hands on the man’s legs just above his knees. In the same motion, she arched her back upwards slightly. Then she tilted her chin high into the air.

In that moment, everything lined up perfectly… his face, her face, the camera. That’s when Rachael and I knew, beyond any doubt, who the two people on the bed were.

The couple on the screen was fucking was indeed Vince Rossi and Gloria Lemons.

I looked at it and exclaimed to Rachael, “Well, there goes the case! The camera doesn’t lie!”

Chapter Three – Ab Inito (From the Beginning)

For the next several hours we sat there watching the videos over and over again.

When that didn’t get us anywhere, I took another DVD player from one of the bedrooms and hooked it up to the television so we could watch the videos side by side in split screen mode.

None of which helped us at all.

For example, one thing we learned was that both videos were definitely two recording of the same event but from two different angles. Another thing was that they were also of such good quality that they equaled any professionally made porn movies I’ve seen. I’d like to say that I am speaking strictly from a photograph point of view, but I can’t. The simple fact is I stayed with a massive hard-on the entire time I was watching them.

By twelve o’clock in the morning, I was tired of sitting there with an erection so I tried to convince Rachael that we were getting nowhere watching the videos.

For some unexplained reason, she seemed hesitant to stop. However, she relented so I wrote off as stubbornness. That’s when we began going over affidavits in the case file and butted heads like a couple of goats.

“I’m telling you, Vince is lying! There’s no way it could have happened the way he said it did.” I told her.

She looked shocked. “What makes you say that?”

Rachael opened her briefcase, took out a notebook and started writing in it.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

She looked at me expectantly, “I’m starting a list of your objections.”

That’s my Rachael, organized to a fault.

“We’ve been friends long enough for me to know what Vince is and is not capable of.” I told her candidly.

Rachael conceded, “Alright, I believe you. But, my intuition is telling me that was set up!”

“Even in the face of all that evidence?” I pointed to the coffee table containing the case files. “Sanders, has not one, but two videos. To top it off, he’s also got corroborating testimony from Gloria, who I might add, hasn’t changed her story a bit from day one.” Then a thought occurred to me and I asked, “Hey, you didn’t ask her about it did you”

She laughed, “No, she came to me.”

“Well, what did she say?”

Grimly, Rachael answered, “She denied it. Her whole story seemed rehearsed. I got the feeling that Gloria was trying too hard to convince me she’d slept with Vince. ”

“I thought you two are friends? Don’t you think she’d tell you the truth?” I pointed out.

Sourly, Rachael responded, “We were Marty. But, apparently, even friendship has its limits.”

“Huh?

Rachael explained, “Think about it, Marty. Gloria knows that Lilly is an attorney and as such, an officer of the court. If it ever came out that the two of them were in cahoots to defraud Vince out of half the marital estate, the best thing she could hope for is a stiff fine and disbarment. They’d both be facing a hefty prison term for perjury.”

Rachael was right, that was reason enough to keep anybody’s mouth shut.

“So what makes you think Vince is telling the truth?” I asked once more.

With a genuine tone of perplexity in her voice, Rachael replied, “I can’t put my finger on it but there’s something just not right with those videos. The whole thing looks setup, contrived even.”

“I didn’t see anybody holding Vince down. His hands didn’t look tied to me. Remember, the camera doesn’t lie, does it?” I reminded her.

Rachael suggested, “Just because we couldn’t see his hands doesn’t mean they weren’t tied.”

“Do you really think that Vince, a man, was overpowered by Lilly, a woman, and tied to a bed?” I asked.

Then the obvious occurred to me.

“That would mean Lilly is an expert with ropes and knots.

Rachael added, “That plus be a lot stronger than she looks!”

“Hum, is she a dominatrix?”

Laughing, Rachael replied, “Not that I know of; but, it is possible.”

“Possible is not good enough. Tell me how she did it. Explain to me exactly how a woman her size overcame a man and tied him to a bed. After you do that, then you can tell me how Gloria, another woman, molested him.”

Rachael, hesitated a few seconds then said, “I can’t tell you how Lilly tied him up; I don’t know yet. As to how Gloria screwed him, that was the easy part!”

It was the most outrageous thing I’d ever heard. “Easy part? Are you serious?”

“Sure. The hard part was tying him to the bed; the rest was a piece of cake.”

Rachael was silent. I could tell she was thinking.

“The reason you don’t know is because it can’t be done.” I told her. But since I was supposed to be considering all possibilities I said, “But, just for the sake of argument, let’s assume that Lilly did manage to tie Vince up. You still have to explain the erection he had?”

She smiled, “Every heard of messaging the prostate?”

“Isn’t that a myth?”

Rachael laughed, “Nope, it’s a scientific fact.”

‘Where did you learn about that?’ I thought to myself; but, I decided not to ask.

“If Lilly or Gloria had done that to him, why didn’t Vince say anything about it in his affidavit? Better still, why didn’t we see one of them doing it on the video?”

Making eye contact with me, Rachael queried, “How many men do you know would want it to become public knowledge that a woman stuck her finger, or possibly even a foreign object, up their ass? Would you? And, as to why we didn’t see it on the video, it could have occurred before the video started.”

“I see your point. The problem is, in either case, he didn’t say it; we didn’t see it; and, therefore, we can’t prove it. So what’s left?”

Rachael responded, “I don’t know, maybe one of them slipped him a Viagra or something?”

“I didn’t see him swallow anything; did you?” But I knew she hadn’t so I continued, “Even if one of them did, once again, Vince didn’t mention anything about it in his affidavit. So we have no reason to assume otherwise.”

Rachael suggested, “There is another possibility. It might have been a purely a response to physical stimulation. Anyway, there are other ways for a man to get an erection, you know!”

“Like what?” I asked.

Almost seductively, Rachael suggested, “Maybe Vince just simply became aroused when Gloria got on top of him? Tell me; if an attractive, desirable, naked woman started rubbing herself on all over you wouldn’t you get aroused too?”

“No!” I lied.

She looked at me disbelievingly.

So what did I do? Did I confess and tell her the truth. Hell no! I told another lie.

“Take it from me; the only time a man will get aroused is if he wants a woman.”

Without hesitation, Rachael asked, “Is that a fact?”

“That’s right!”

She laughed and said, “Why don’t I believe you?”

Maybe it was because I was lying through my teeth!

But, I had to say something.

“Let’s assume, again for the sake of argument that you are right and, by some as yet undetermined means, either Lilly or Gloria did manage to “get it up” for him.”

She interrupted, “Or both!”

“Okay. That’s possible, kinky, but possible. I won’t quibble over that one. How do you explain the fact that Vince didn’t just buck her off of Gloria as soon as she climbed on top of him?”

It didn’t surprise me in the least when she said, “Because once she was up there she locked her ankles under his legs.”

“So? I’ve known women who’ve done the same thing. That doesn’t prove anything.” I replied. Then I thought about it and it occurred to me she might be right… at least on that point. Pride, however, kept me from telling her.

Inside, I really didn’t want to admit that Rachael could be right. It just offended my masculinity to think that a woman, any woman, could overpower a man and get that much control over him.

Hoping it would put an end to the debate, I summed it all up for her.

“Just admit it. Vince screwed Gloria; Lilly screwed Vince after she caught them on video. And, Samantha got screwed when she took the case!”

But Rachael wasn’t throwing in the towel, “You’re wrong Marty. There’s more to that video than either of us are seeing. The only explanation I can think of is that Vince is telling the truth!”

“Prove it then. If you can convince me, you can convince a jury.”

Rachael looked at me long and hard before speaking again. Something was going through her mind. Then she said to me, “You really mean that?”

There was an excited, almost devious, tone in her voice.

“Absolutely!”

Then she asked, “I thought men liked to feel in control. If I prove I’m right, wouldn’t you feel as if I was threatening your masculinity? The last thing I want is something to affect our relationship.”

‘What?” I thought to myself, ‘is it me or is she taking this whole thing way too seriously?’ Then I came up with what I thought was a safe response…

“Rachael, don’t worry about it. I trust you. Do whatever it takes.”

Since she seemed happy, I wrote the whole thing off to the fact that she was probably just as tired as I was. ‘After all’, I thought to myself, ‘women can be so emotional at times.’

“Why don’t we figure out whose sleeping where?” I suggested.

She agreed and we began touring the bedrooms.

When we got to the master bedroom, I recognized it immediately from videos we had watched.

No sooner had I opened the door than Rachael said to me, “I’ll take the guest bedroom.”

We hadn’t even stepped into the room yet.

One look at the dresser on the far wall told me why. The entire dresser, including all the little cubbyhole slots built into the mirror, was covered in sex toys of various shapes and sizes. The toys weren’t on the videos because the camera wasn’t aimed in their direction. As you can imagine, it became clear to Rachael and I how Lilly could have hidden the camera in plain sight without it being noticed.

“They are kind of intimidating aren’t they?” I said, kidding her.

Undaunted, Rachael replied, “No, I just thought if you slept here you might develop a new perspective on things.”

I agreed. Then I told Rachael that I was going to take a shower and go to bed.

I brought my bags into the room and set them in the bottom of the closet out of the way. Then I closed the bedroom door and locked it, more out of habit than security. Fifteen minutes later, clean and dry I lay down on the bed. After I turned off the lamp on the nightstand, I tried to go to sleep.

According to the clock on the nightstand, it was 2:15 in the morning and even though I was tired, I couldn’t sleep.

Lying there in the dark, I had time to reflect on the day’s events and began wishing that I hadn’t been so stubbornly argumentative with Rachael. She was the last person in the world I wanted to hurt.

I knew that lately I had been becoming increasingly frustrated with myself for not having the courage to tell her how I felt about her. The reason was that I was afraid she might not feel the same way about me.

But now that it was beginning to affect our working relationship, I had to do something.

“Time to man up!” I said to myself and made my decision.

In the morning, I would apologize to her; and, no matter what the consequences were, tell her how I really felt.

It was like a weight being lifted from my mind and immediately I began to relax. Soon after that, I started drifting off to sleep; and, a hazy image began unfolding before me.

When it became clearer, I could see Gloria repeatedly taking Vince’s love muscle deep inside her moist womanhood. She was moaning wantonly like a banshee in heat. Vince, who was bound both hand and foot to the bed, was an unresisting prisoner of her desires.

As she continued ridding him, I drifted further and further into the realm of unconsciousness and my erotic dream.

Then, as if by magic, I was teleported onto the bed underneath her. When I gazed up at her, Gloria looked me straight in the eyes as if nothing had happened and proceeded feverishly riding my erect member. ‘My God’, I thought to myself, ‘this stranger is fucking me!’ and rather than succumb to my desires I tried to throw her off me. But I could not, my wrist were tied to the headboard.

Confused, in my mind, part of me wanted to resist and part of me didn’t.

Half halfheartedly, I attempted to roll over, hoping to tumble her off the bed but soon discovered I could not. My ankles were, as I said, were likewise bound to the foot-board.

It wasn’t so much the desire to escape, as the frustration of my failed attempt, that caused me to try to buck Gloria off of me again. Desperately, I pushed my hips as hard I could high into the air. That too failed when as soon as I raised my hips, Gloria simply moved her ankles beneath my legs and locked herself into position atop me.

When I realized that all my efforts to escape did was aid her in fucking me by driving my rigid member deeper inside her, I stopped moving completely.

The longer it went on, the more pleasurable it became. As the pleasure increased, so too did my confusion. Was I being assaulted, tormented, or ravished?

As I was trying to make up my mind, again as if by magic, Gloria disappeared to be replaced by another. It was Rachael!

When that happened, all doubt disappeared. I wanted this. I wanted her. Even if Rachael tied me to a bed and mercilessly fucked me like a mad woman; I wanted her!

This, however, was not to be. Just when I was about to begin thrusting myself into her, like an unwelcome interloper, the dark void of dreamless sleep came to me.

What I had, at first, thought to be a nightmare had turned into the most erotic, if not disappointing, dream of my life!

And so I slept.

Sometime later, I was awakened out of a sound sleep when I felt my wrists being pulled to the bedposts at the head of the bed. Since I had been lying on my right side, I was forced to roll over onto my back as my right arm went towards the headboard.

‘Was this a dream or was it real?’ I asked myself.

Immediately I opened my eyes. The first thing I saw just before being pulled completely onto my back was the dim red glow of the digital clock on the nightstand. It was 6:30 in the morning and still pitched black outside.

What light there was in the room came from the LED from the alarm clock and the now cracked open doorway. There was a nightlight in the hallway just outside my room.

“WHAT THE FUCK?” I exclaimed and began thrashing about on the bed only to find that there was something wrapped around each of my ankles.

Again I asked myself, ‘Is this a dream?’

Then, for a split second, I caught sight of a figure moving in the darkness towards the foot of the bed. I felt something tugging at my ankles, pulling them in the direction of the foot-board and they too were bound unmovable. The whole process of tying me up couldn’t have taken more than five seconds. What’s more, the speed at which I had been tied up was fast that all I could do was I lay there in shock. Once the initial shock wore off, I began spouting obscene threats of violence at whoever was in the room with me.

When the light came on revealing my attacker, I could not have been more surprised. Half thinking it was all a dream, I was actually expecting to see Lilly Rossi or Gloria Lemons or both standing over me. The last person in the world I expected to see was Rachael!

And then something told me that it was all very real!

Chapter Four – Disjunctive Allegations

Have you ever heard the old adage that a picture is worth a thousand words? Well, if that’s true, then a demonstration has to be worth a million.

Marty had been a little too argumentative the night before and I decided it would take more than just argument to convince him who was right. So I thought to myself, ‘What better way than a live demonstration?’

If he wanted proof, I was going to give it to him.

Once his eyes now adjusted to the light, Marty could see me. You should have seen the look on his face. I don’t know what surprised him more, the fact that I was standing there, or the way I was dressed.

You see, while he had been sleeping, I had changed into a pair of red boy-shorts and matching sports bra. I keep them in my workout bag for those times when I’m on the road and want to exercise in my hotel room. I learned the hard way not to wear them in public.

They’re a wee bit risqué for that. Not that I care, but it’s kind of difficult to maintain a professional reputation when people you know professionally make ‘Beaver Run’ jokes after seeing you jogging on the treadmill at the gym.

Perhaps I better explain. That particular little ensemble of sportswear shows every, and I do mean every, curve of my body in almost pornographic detail. Unfortunately, they were the only things I had that were tight fitting enough to allow me to move around without making a sound.

All of which explains why when Marty saw me dressed that way, he lay there silently for several seconds with drool practically running out of his mouth.

He turned red in the face when he realized I could see what he was doing and tried to cover up by asking, “Rachael, are you out of your ever loving mind? How did you get in here? I had the door locked.”

“I picked it with the filler from a ballpoint pen.” I answered, ignoring his question about my mental state. I wasn’t so sure about that myself!

Perplexed, he asked, “But how?”

“There’s a safety feature built into the locks installed in most houses. It’s a hole about a sixteenth of in inch located on the doorknob.”

I went to the door.

“See, on this side is the lock,” I opened the door, “On this side is the hole. It’s there in case you lock yourself out of an interior room. All you have to do is stick something rigid in there and push until you hear a click.” I demonstrated by pressing the button on the doorknob locking the door. Then I shoved the pen filler in the hole on the other side until I heard a clicking sound. Immediately the button popped out indicating that the door was unlocked. “See?”

Astonished, Marty exclaimed, “Well I’ll be damned! I never knew that.”

Anticipating what his next question would be. I explained…

“My little brother locked himself in his bedroom when I was babysitting him once. I had to call the fire department to get him out. A fireman showed me. So are you convinced yet?”

Either Marty didn’t understand the question of he was playing dumb because he asked, “Convinced of what?”

“That it is possible for a woman can overpower a man!” I replied triumphantly.

As Marty struggled with his bonds, he asked, “Couldn’t you have made your point some other way?”

“You’re the one who said prove it to you, remember? And no, I couldn’t. Anyway, you still haven’t answered my question.”

Marty said nothing. Instead, he began struggling with his bonds trying to free himself. But I had done a really good job of tying him up. Amused, I stood there and watched him. After about half a minute or so, he appeared to gave up.

“Finished yet?”

Frustrated he said to me, “Alright, you’ve made your point. It is possible for a woman to overpower a man. You can untie me now.

But that still doesn’t prove that Lilly had the knowledge or skills to do the same thing to Vince. Does it? While you’re untying me, you can tell me where did you learned to tie these damn knots anyway?”

“Don’t go anywhere.” I said, then laughed and headed out the door.

As I left the room, he called to me, “Hey, wait a minute; aren’t you going to untie me.”

“Not just yet. I’m not through with my demonstration.”

The sound of the bed shaking half way down the hall told me he was trying to get loose again. He stopped long enough to yell to me, “At least tell me where you are going?”

“Don’t worry; I’ll be back in a minute and answer all your questions!” I said reassuringly. The bed began squeaking again telling me he was trying again to get loose. “You might not want to struggle against those ropes too much. Those are slipknots. The more you pull on them, the tighter they become!”

I went to the bedroom, picked up, and emptied my suitcase on the bed. Then I took the suitcase into the living room and filled it with items I knew I’d need in order to continued the demonstration.

The spring in my step indicated that I was really was enjoying what I was doing.

When I reentered the room carrying my suitcase, Marty ceased his attempts to free himself and said, “What do you have there?”

I didn’t respond but rather sat it down on the bed and opened the suitcase.

“The list, remember? And I’ve got a few pieces of evidence.” I removed the list of his objections I had made from the suitcase and held it up for him to see.

He didn’t say anything.

“Let me start from the beginning,” I said and began showing Marty some of the certificates I’d discovered in the living room, “After you went to bed, I went over the file again and then watched both videos a few more times. Well, just like before, I didn’t find anything useful. But then I got tired and decided to take a break. So I put on a pot of coffee; and, while I was waiting for the pot to finish, I decided to look at that shrine to outdoor life they call a living room.

That’s when I figured out who the great outdoors-man in the family really is.

I’ll bet when you walked in the door and saw all that junk on the walls you thought the same thing I did and that Vince, being the man, was the great white hunter. Am I right?”

He nodded.

“That’s what I thought too. Well, brace yourself. We were both wrong. Vince isn’t the one who loves the outdoors; Lilly is. Vince is just what he looks like, a city boy.”

His jaw dropped open. One by one, I began showing him the certificates I’d placed in my suitcase.

“It gets better. Not only is she an expert fisherman, hunter, marksman and mountaineer, but she’s also been a scoutmaster for the last twenty years. That means that is she skilled enough with knots to be qualified to teach them. Ergo, even if she’s not an expert, which the evidence indicates she is, Lilly most definitely has the skills and experience needed to tie somebody up quickly.”

After I finished showing them to him, I placed the certificates carefully back in my suitcase. Next, I retrieved three books I removed from the bookshelf in the living room and held them up for him to see.

“Now to answer you second question as to where I learned to tie those knots holding you. I found the knots in these books.” I waved them back and forth dramatically. “I found the books on the bookshelf in the living room.” One was a book entitled ‘Outdoor Survival’; the second was the ‘The Scoutmaster’s Handbook’, and the last was a book dedicated entirely to the use of ropes and knots entitled ‘Knots and Ropes and Their Uses’. “And in case you’re wondering who they belong to, they’re Lilly’s. I know that because her name is stamped in the flyleaf of every one of them.”

“There are plenty of knots in these books that could have used. Once I found one that would do what I needed, it took me less than fifteen minutes to figure out how to tie it. I used the shoe laces from my running shoes for that. The next thing I had to do was determine exactly where to place the ropes and how to secure them. That’s when I decided to make a late night trip to Wal-mart to buy some rope and a few other things. We’ll expense that later. Anyway, after I got back from Wal-mart, I used the bed in my room to figure that out exactly where to tie the ropes. Since both beds are similar, it only took thirty minutes more practice for me to feel confident enough to try it out on you.” I paused, and then said boastfully, “By the way, tying you up was a lot easier than I expected it would be.”

Marty’s reaction was simply to stare at me in disbelief.

“Need more convincing?” I asked.

He didn’t answer.

“I take it that is a yes then?” Again there was no answer. So, I looked at the list, then put the books back into my suitcase and began taking out items and laying them on the bed.

Curiously, Marty asked, “What are you going to do with those?”

He was referring to the two home video cameras I had just placed on the bed next to him. I had picked them up also during my late night shopping spree at Wal-mart.

“You said the camera doesn’t lie. Maybe it doesn’t; but I can prove that sometimes it doesn’t tell the whole truth. Want to find out if I’m right?”

If he had said no, I would have stopped there. Since I was having fun, I was thrilled when he replied, “You’ve got yourself a captive audience. Proceed.”

I laughed.

I laid my notepad and pen over on the dresser; and, then I closed my suitcase and placed it out of sight in the hall.

Returning to the bedroom, I picked up the cameras and checked the batteries in each to make sure they were fully charged.

Next, I turned the LCD viewfinders on each camera around so that images being recorded could be seen from the front of the camera. Then, I made my best guess as to where Lilly had placed her cameras and put mine in the same positions on the dresser and television.

I was lucky to find that the store had in stock not a long a video output cable for the camera I put in the closet. I connected the camera’s output to the plasma television. Then I switched on the television and selected the input for the camera under the television.

It took a few adjustments but I finally got the field of view of each camera looking almost exactly the same as they were in Lilly’s videos. That accomplished, I carefully turned both camera’s viewfinders around so they were facing the bed.

Meanwhile, Marty, who seemed intrigued by my activity, waited quietly. I guess he wanted to see what I was going to do next.

As I headed towards my notepad, he broke his silence, “Now what?”

“Now we go down the list.” I replied.

“You said, ‘I didn’t see anybody holding Vince down. His hands didn’t look tied to me’.”

“Let’s see if you’re right.” I said as I approached the head of the bed.

Once there, I reached behind him with my left hand and pulled the pillow from behind his head.

“It would be easier for both of us if you raised your head. Vince might not have been given that choice; or, they could have just pulled him up by his hair. How do you want to do this, the easy way or the hard way?”

Deciding to take the easy way, Marty raised his head. When he did, I gently placed the pillow under his head and then stepped back so he could see the camera on the dresser. He looked at it and then at the television.

“Do you see any ropes?” I asked.

Stubbornly, her replied, “No, but that still doesn’t prove anything. They couldn’t be seen if they weren’t there either.”

“But I’ve made my point. While the camera might not lie, it also doesn’t necessarily tell the truth either. Does it?”

Begrudgingly, he conceded the point and I moved on.

“Now what was it you said next?” I looked at the notepad again. “Oh yes, here it is…

‘How, then, do you explain the erection Vince had?’ and I then said, ‘Have you ever heard of messaging the prostate?’ Look over at the dresser. I’ll bet I can find something over there that could get a rise out of you!” Then to prove my point, I walked over to it and picked up the biggest vibrator I could find. It was at least eighteen inches long and two and a half inches wide. “Do you feel adventurous enough to find out?”

Marty tensed up suddenly. “You wouldn’t dare!”

“No! I wouldn’t,” I confessed, “and I seriously doubt they did either.” I confessed, and then put the oversized phallic back on the dresser.

“But, no pun intended, that brings to the next item on the list.”

“When I suggested that one of them gave him something you said, ‘I didn’t see him swallow anything.’” I reached into my pocket and produced small plastic bottle half full of red syrupy liquid.

“Do you know what this is?” I held it up him to see it.

He examined it, laughed and then said mockingly, “Spanish Fly! You’re joking; right? That stuff doesn’t work.”

“One thing I can tell you is that somebody living in this house thinks that it does. I found this bottle in the kitchen cabinet. There were eight others just like it there. They were on the same shelf with the coffee, tea, and soda. Unless I miss my guess, somebody’s been mixing it with the soda to hide the taste.”

As I saw the pillow move, indicating to me that Marty was trying his ropes again; he said to me, “What makes you say that?”

“This particular brand of Spanish Fly just happens to come in three flavors: cola, cherry and, my personal favorite, strawberry. Want to take a guess what flavors of soda were in the cabinet next to it?”

Marty looked up as if in thought, then answered, “They wouldn’t they be cola, cherry and strawberry by any chance would they?”

“Good answer!” I said excitedly.

Being argumentative again, Marty insisted, “That still doesn’t prove anything. Maybe they just bought it and haven’t had a chance to use it yet?”

“Nope, somebody’s used it. Or, do you have a better explanation as to why this bottle was a quarter empty when I found it?”

Avoiding my question, Marty said, “Alright, I’ll concede that point. But let’s assume for a moment that you are right. If Gloria gave it to him, how did she do it without the camera seeing? For that matter, you also haven’t proved to me that it works.”

“I’m not sure it does. But, but there is a way we can find out. You can try some while I show you how she got him to drink it?” Of course, he could always say no! But something told me Marty wouldn’t.

Looking skeptical, he replied, “Go ahead. But don’t be surprised when it doesn’t have any effect on me.”

The instructions were printed in tiny find print on the bottle and it only took me a second or so to read them. I unscrewed the cap on the bottle and then said…

“You sure you want to do this? I don’t know what this stuff could do to you!”

Marty grinned and challenged me, “If it were dangerous, it wouldn’t be on the market. Besides, my guess is nothing at all. Just in case though, promise me you won’t start laughing if it does.”

“I think I can handle it.”

He laughed, “Very funny!”

“Okay, here we go!” I told him and then began lifting the bottle to my mouth.

Seeing what I was doing, Marty cried out, “Hey, I thought I was supposed to drink that. What gives?”

I paused.

“Just watch and learn!”

Then, I poured a quarter of the small bottle’s content into my mouth. I hadn’t intended to drink any myself; but, most of it went straight down my throat. It was bitter. Since there was still some left in my mouth, I bent down over Marty in the same manner that Gloria had over Vince in the video. Then, I placed my hands on each side of his face. Using my thumbs, I gently pressed on his nostrils until he was forced to open his mouth for air. When he did, I placed my mouth firmly upon his and opened my lips. The remaining liquid in my mouth went straight into his. I released my thumbs and instinctively, Marty swallowed and then took in several deep breaths through his nostrils.

When our mouths parted, there were a few drops running from the right side of Marty’s mouth. He must have felt them because he said to me, “Better not leave any on my lips; it’ll show up on camera.”

There was a sly grin on his face.

“You’re right. I hadn’t thought about that.”

I was about to reach up and wipe them off when he added, “I didn’t see her do that in the video.”

“Then how did she…” I started to say but the answer came to be before I finished. Meanwhile, I thought to myself, ‘Oh, so you want to play. Is that it Marty? Okay, I’ll play with you!’

“I’ll bet this is what she did.” I said and began using my tongue to lick the liquid from his lips.

Yummy!

Needless to say, it was definitely a turn on. I was about to stop, when out of nowhere, a wave of what I can only describe as burning desire swept over me. In less than two seconds I went from Luke warm to burning hot. My head was spinning; and, to top it off, I had suddenly developed an itch between my legs that was demanded to be scratched.

The first thing that I thought was, ‘Wow! Is it hot in here or is it me?’ because it seemed to be getting very hot in the room.

The second thing was, ‘Where did that itching come from?’

Yes, I knew where it was. But didn’t know at the time what had started it.

I was so surprised that I stopped immediately and to regain my composure so I could get back to my demonstration. I might have been successful had Marty not said as soon as I broke contact, “Sure you got it all? You wouldn’t want to leave any behind for the camera.”

‘Like that, did you?’ I asked mentally.

“Maybe I better try again?” I said and then kissed him squarely on the mouth.

‘I know what you’re doing Marty!’ I thought to myself as we kissed. ‘But do you know what a can of worms you are opening up by doing it?’

Yes, I knew what he was doing. Of that you can be sure. The big question is did I know what I was doing? The answer is yes. I did. I had some self-control left; though not much. I could have stopped. I didn’t want to. But I could have and almost did. Although for the life of me, I don’t know why.

But when his lips parted and our tongues began to intertwine as we kissed passionately, the thought fled from me and I became even more aroused. And, as my arousal increased, so did the itching between my legs.

My heart, which had been racing wildly, slowed a bit as I broke the kiss. When it did, again reality crept its ugly head back in. I took a few deep breaths and instantly, my head started to clear long enough for me to hear Marty’s voice saying, “Like I said, what are you going to do if the stuff doesn’t work?”

Desperately I tried to concentrate. ‘Think damn it! What were you going to do next? Oh yes, the list! Go down the list!’

And then an argument broke out in my head between what I can best describe as ‘Horny Me’ and ‘Professional Me’.

‘Fuck the list! I want to fuck Marty!’ Horny Me said.

Then Professional Me said, ‘You’re not supposed to be fucking Marty, dumb-ass. You’re supposed to going down the list!’

‘Hey, maybe we can do both?’ Horny Me suggested.

But then Professional Me took charge and ordered, ‘Stop acting like a cougar. You know you can’t do both! Show a little self-control and just go down the damn list like you’re supposed to!’

‘But I don’t want to! Aren’t you even tempted just a little?’ Horny Me said defiantly.

Finally, Professional Me ended the argument when she said, ‘Of course I am. But I know how to control myself. Now stop arguing with me and do as you’re told!’

And so, for the time being, it looked as if Professional Me had won.

“Before I answer that, I have a few questions for you. Tell me, do you still think that having a desirable naked female rubbing on your pelvis wouldn’t arouse you?”

And somewhere in my brain I heard the words, ‘Say yes. Marty, say yes!’ It was Horny Me talking.

Marty grinned, “Never happen!”

‘That’s the same thing! Isn’t it?’ Horny Me asked to which Professional Me replied, ‘Yes! Now shut up I’m trying to think!’

“And do you still contend that the only way a man will get aroused is if he wants a woman?” I asked.

He smiled and said, “That’s right!”

Without saying a word, I peeled off my sports bar and stood there nude from the waist up. As I did, thought to myself, “Tell me Marty, do you think I’m desirable?” I baited him.

After which Professional Me demanded, ‘Hey, what are you doing?’

‘Just trying to find out how much; that’s all.’ said Horny Me slyly.

Marty stared in disbelief and Professional Me said to Horny Me, ‘You shouldn’t have done that. Look at him. What are you going to do if he doesn’t like what he sees?’

‘There’s only one way to find out.’ Horny Me informed.

Confused, Professional Me asked, ‘How’s that?’

‘We’ll just have to show him the whole package.’ Answered Horny Me.

And then, before Profession Me could protest, I took off my boy-shorts and I stood there now totally naked before him revealing that I had nothing on under them.

Indignantly, Professional Me chastised, ‘Now you’ve done it! Look at him! He thinks we’re so ugly that he’s gone speechless!’

‘Bet you’re wrong!’ insisted Horny Me.

To which Professional Me retorted, ‘Bet I’m right!’

‘All right, let’s ask him.’ They said together

“Well, tell me Marty, do you think I’m desirable?”

Finding his voice, he replied, “Yes. Very desirable.”

Professional Me said doubtingly, ‘Maybe he’s just saying that because he doesn’t want to hurt our feelings?’

“How do I know you’re not just flattering me?” I asked.

Nervously, he replied, “Trust me, you are.”

Professional Me wasn’t satisfied.

“I don’t believe you. What proof do you have?” I said teasingly.

Embarrassed, he answered, “You know I can’t prove that!”

‘But I can. All I have to do is pull the sheet off of him so we can both see.’ Suggested Horny Me. But Professional Me was frightened, ‘Wait! Don’t do that! I don’t want to know.’

‘Trust me. I know what I’m doing.’ Horny Me responded.

“I don’t believe you. Maybe I better see for myself?” And then, before he could say anything, in one motion I pulled the sheet off him exposing his now semi-rigid member.

‘Do you believe me now? I told you he likes us!’ Asked Horny Me.

Unconvinced, Professional Me said, ‘That doesn’t prove anything. He’s not even completely hard.’ Even so, she couldn’t take her eyes off the thing.

If that wasn’t bad enough, to make matters worse, the itching between my legs had become so powerful that I really had to fight to take my eyes off of his penis.

Grinning, Marty demanded, “Satisfied?”

“Not even!” I blurted out without thinking and then tried to cover-up my blunder by looking back at the list. Then added, “But, for the sake of argument, I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt.”

In the mean time, the voices in my head were still talking.

‘Stop drooling! You act as if you never seen one before.’ It was Horny Me.

Like a kid with her hands in the cookie jar, Professional Me replied, ‘I’m not drooling! Am I?’

‘No but you might as well be. Now stop distracting me. I’m trying to think here.’ Horny Me insisted.

“Where was I? Oh yes! I remember now. I’ll ask you again…” I said as I threw the clipboard onto the floor and climbed onto the bed next to him. But, I didn’t stop there; instead, I continued climbing until I was on top of him and my hips were straddling his. Then, I lowered my weight slowly downward until our sexes meet each other.

The contact was electric.

“Do you really think that having a naked woman rubbing herself on you isn’t enough to get you aroused?” I asked.

Stubbornly, he replied, “That’s right.”

‘Does he really think we’re that stupid?’ The two voices chorused.

“Really? Then I guess you won’t mind proving it to me. Would you?” I didn’t give him a chance to answer. Instead, I began moving my hips to and fro. And each time my sex rubbed the full length of his hardening penis my clit tingled.

Within seconds, as if coming to life, his manhood began growing harder beneath me.

‘Now are you convinced that he likes us? Do you still want to go down the list?’ demanded Horny Me.

‘What list? Who cares about the list? I want to play a little.’

I pushed myself up into a kneeling position and the itching became stronger.

“So, this isn’t doing anything for you huh?” I said as I continued massaging his manhood with my sex. And thought to myself, ‘Then why are you resisting so much?’

There was a look of utter disbelief on his face.

When he didn’t respond, I quickened the pace of my movements. I’m sure he didn’t know it at the time, but I probably would have no matter how he had responded.

My conscious mind I knew I was enjoying the friction his cock was creating way too much; but, my loins were on fire and I couldn’t seem to stop myself. With each movement I made, his love muscle became harder and harder. It wasn’t long before it was fully erect.

Confused, Professional me said, ‘I don’t know what to do now. I really didn’t think it would get this far. Do you have any ideas?’

‘Why don’t you just keep going down the list and see what happens?’ Horny Me suggested.

So that’s what I did.

“You said, ‘how do you explain the fact that he didn’t just buck her off of him as soon as she climbed on top of him?” I asked through quickening breaths. “We’ll I’m on top of you; go ahead, get me off!”

I looked down at him for his reaction. He just stared back up at me.

All the while I was rubbing myself against him I was getting closer and closer to orgasm.

‘You know we’re getting close to the point of no return, don’t you?’ Horny Me asked.

But Professional Me was silent. She was having too much fun.

“Well, what are you waiting for? What’s stopping you? Try to get me off!” I insisted and then added tauntingly, “Or can’t you do it?”

Grinning, Marty said proudly, “Oh, I can get you off alright! But be careful what you ask for; you might just get it!”

“Then do it! Get me off!”

Without saying another word, he started bucking his hips up and down forcefully. He had a lot of strength in his legs and several times I was thrown upwards so hard that I almost did get tossed off of both him and the bed. Several times during his attempts, I actually felt the head of his cock go past my inner labia and almost into the opening of my vagina.

‘Hey, that was close. If you want to stop, you better do it now while you can.’ Horny Me cautioned.

Marty paused giving me time to think as he asked, “Rachael, how much of that stuff did you drink. I’ve never seen you this way. Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”

‘We do; don’t we? Damn that stuff we swallowed is good! Just that little bit of rubbing on him has got us so worked up if the wind blew we’d have an orgasm. Yeah, that was really close too. He almost ended up inside of us. I wonder if he’s trying to tell us he wants to stop now? What if we end up doing something we both regret later? Still, we can’t take much more of this. Maybe we better slow down and think this over. Sure, we’ll play it safe.’ The voices in my head were now speaking as one.

So, in my sex drunk mind, I decided to lock my ankles under his legs for leverage before I totally lost control of the situation. The idea was to trap Marty’s manhood safely between us and ‘out of harm’s way.

He was still waiting for my answer.

“What?” I exclaimed. “Of course I know what I’m doing!”

I didn’t plan on what happened next!

At the very moment that I slid my ankles under his knees, Marty must have used all his strength to try and shove me off of him. The force of his action sent me quickly up and forward in the direction of the headboard. In desperation, I tighten my leg muscles as hard I could so I wouldn’t be thrown off of him. When I felt Marty’s pelvis retreat to the bed, pushing hard against the headboard with my arms, I threw my weight back onto him.

“Ahhh!” I screamed out when, in one swift motion, I impaled myself onto the fullness of his manhood. Well, I think I screamed. Maybe I just roared! I can’t remember. But that’s probably because as soon as my kitty sat on his snake, I was sent right into the clutches of a powerful orgasm.

It was so strong that all I could do was sit there, gasp and writhe euphorically for several seconds while my vaginal walls contracted uncontrollably around his hard, hot, pulsating, pleasure pole.

‘You did that on purpose!” The voices inside my head said to each other accusingly.

Marty laughed, and then said, “Still want me to get you off?”

Wait a minute, that wasn’t the voices inside my head! I said that out loud!

I was still cumming.

Meanwhile, I was thinking, ‘My God, is his cock actually twitching inside of me? It is! And, it’s hitting my g-spot! How the hell is he doing that? Fuck that feels so good! As long as he keeps that up, my orgasm will never end.’ When it didn’t stop, I realized that it really was. Marty was making his cock twitch inside of me!

After what seemed like an eternity, but was probably more like thirty seconds, of his cock bobbing inside me I thought I was going to pass out.

Finally, when my body couldn’t take any more of it, I fell forward on top of him causing half of his man-meat to slip out of me. Luckily for me I caught myself with my arms.

The twitching stopped.

It was just the break I needed. My head cleared a little and I remembered then that he’d said something to me.

“What did you say?” I asked sheepishly.

Still grinning, he replied, “I said,” Marty began speaking and started twitching his cock again. “Do you still want me to get you off?”

Only this time, because of my new position, every time the head of his cock moved gravity caused it to land directly on my g-spot. I still couldn’t think straight.

What thoughts I did have went like this… ‘I can’t move! I’m stuck again and I can’t move. Wait, yes I can. I don’t want to, but I can! Did he just ask me a question?’

I didn’t know what to say or, for that matter, to do. One thing I did know, time was against me. The longer I allowed his manhood to throb inside me, the less likely I was to let it go. It felt so good when the head of his manhood had driven past my inner labia, entered my well lubricated womanhood and sent me instantly into an orgasm. And, I did want so badly to be fucked. But, I just didn’t know if the Spanish-fly was making me feel that way or whether it was what I really wanted. Was my body in control or my mind? No matter what it was that was driving me, it was finally time for me to make a decision.

As before, he was looking up at me expectantly and I knew that I had to say something.

When after a few moments I didn’t saying anything, his cock stopped pulsing. That’s when I decided.

Chapter Five – Interrogatories

Didn’t I tell you that Rachael is smarter than I am? She set up that ambush and executed it with military precision. And the way she mastered those knots in such a short time is nothing but genius.

Let me tell you, when the lights came on and I saw it was Rachael, I was impressed.

Okay, call me stupid; but, when she brought in the cameras I had no idea what she was doing. In my own defense, after the ease at which she’d managed to tie me to the bed I was still in shock.

After Rachael told me what she was up to, I began to wonder just how far she was willing to go. However, when she broke out the clipboard and started going through the checklist, I decided she was going to stop before things got intimate.

Since I was tied to the bed unable to go anywhere, there wasn’t much else I could do but play along with her. But I would have any way. And yes, I was pretending to be stubborn. Rachael had me convinced she was right about what happened to Vince from the moment I woke up tied to the bed. I just didn’t tell her that.

That Spanish-fly trick was a good one. However, Rachael was wrong about it. The stuff doesn’t really do much to a man… or at least to me. In fact, all it did was to make my heart race a little. On the other hand, from what I saw, it definitely did affect her. I’ve never seen a woman go from cold to burning hot so fast in my life!

She told me later that once the stuff kicked in, she just about couldn’t stop herself.

When Rachael went for my “better not leave any on my lips; it’ll show up on camera” line and ended up kissing me, I knew she was having as good a time as I was. So, while she played her little game, I played mine.

And another thing, it took every ounce of willpower I had to keep from getting a raging hard-on when I saw how she was dressed.

Boy shorts and a sports bra? Can you get any sexier? Hell, I could see everything delicious on her from camel toe to pert, pointy, nipples.

I thought of everything from names in the phone book, to, holidays on the calendar, trying to keep from growing wood. I might even have been successful had she not stripped naked and climbed on top of me. But it was over the second she started sliding the wet entrance of her pleasure portal along the length of my awakening shaft.

Score: Me Zero, Cock One and Rachael One. Game over! Rachael wins by a boner!

You know, when Rachael told me to ‘get her off’, as she so appropriately put it, and I almost succeeded throwing her off me. I began to think that she might have been wrong about Vince’s ability to keep Gloria from fucking him.

I changed my mind when Rachael locked her ankles under me and it resulted in her impaling herself on my dick.

I wish you could have seen the expression on her face when she started cumming. It was a mixture of both astonishment and ecstasy at the same time and one I will never forget.

When I saw her like that, any thoughts I had about what we were doing being case related completely disappeared.

So, there we were. One minute Rachael was sitting on top of me with my manhood completely inside her; and, the next she was leaning forward writhing as my cock did the ‘love thump’ on her g-spot.

Up until that moment, it could all have been written off as a very unconventional demonstration. At best what we were doing was questionably professional, at worst pornographic!

But, she’d made her point. Now what was she going to do?

So I asked her, for the second time, “Do you still want me to get you off?”

I wanted to make sure that this time there would be no doubt about what I meant.

As I looked up at her expectantly, I still wasn’t absolutely sure what her answer would be. It could have been an accident her impaling herself on me. Like I believed that!

But, when she pushed herself backwards and sat up taking me all the way inside her again, I had my answer.

Now before I tell you what happened next, I want to make a few things clear.

Most people would think that once a person has been tied to a bed (or anything else for that matter) and their partner is on top of them. The person on the bottom is pretty much just a prop and all they can do is lie there and get fucked. Nothing, however, is further from the truth. In fact, if the person on the bottom knows what they are doing, they can pretty much control the whole situation, sexually that is. And yes, I know that logic dictates that they just can’t get up and walk away. But, before you make up your mind that what I am saying is outrageous, consider this… it’s all about using what you have to push the right physical and psychological buttons.

The reason I’m telling you this is so you will understand me when I say that, bound though I was, I was the one controlling what happened. And here is how I did it…

Every time Rachael started to lower her hips, the moment she was half way down my shaft, I raised my hips and pushed myself back up inside her. When I did, I made sure that the top of my joystick rubbed her g-spot. Every time I did that, it made her jerk erotically and gasp for air.

This went on for several minutes. All the while, I kept constantly massaging her g-spot with the head of my cock. At the same time, I never allowed more than half of me to leave her.

Don’t think it wasn’t having any effect on me. The friction her velvety insides were generating around my cock had it tingling from base to tip.

But the effect on her was much stronger and it wasn’t long before she was begging me to stop moving my hips. She said, “Please! It’s too intense, I need a break!”

So I pulled out all the way and drove the head of my cock right onto her clit.

Rachael jumped suddenly, leaning backwards as she did.

It wasn’t much of a break because, before she had a chance to recover, I plunged myself hilt deep inside her.

The difference was that this time when I entered her, the entire length of my manhood rode her g-spot like a rocket on a sled.

“OH FUCKKK!” Rachael cried out and closed her eyes in ecstasy.

Seeing her reaction turned me on even more; and, I quickened my pace of our love making even more.

A few stokes later her breathing became very rapid and I could tell Rachael was on the verge of orgasm. I started fucking her as fast as I could. Seconds later, she held her breath and froze completely. In response, I went even faster.

“EEEIAHHH!” Rachael screamed suddenly and started gyrating uncontrollably around my cock in another orgasm.

Wanting it to last as long as possible for her, I continued the pace of my fucking until she collapsed on top of me again. She was still quivering so I started giving her the ‘love thump’ again in hopes of prolonging her ecstasy.

“Stop jerking your cock like that for a second. I need to catch my breath.” She begged.

So I did as she’d asked and I stopped ‘thumping’ her g-spot.

She smiled when I did. But then I started moving inside her with slow, short and deliberate strokes and the smile was replaced with surprised.

“Want me to stop?” I said.

Rachael’s response was to begin rocking herself onto me.

I took it as a no.

When she tried to lift herself back up into a sitting position, I pulled out all the way and ‘tapped’ her clit again. It caught her by surprise; and, she jerked upwards and fell forward again.

I was back inside her and fucking before Rachael knew what had happened.

“Please.” She begged weakly.

Toying with her, I said, “Please what? Don’t do this?”

And then I pulled out just long enough to ‘tap’ her clit again. “Or this?”

I pushed my head towards her right breast and took her nipple into my mouth. When I did, her knees gave sending her hips went backward as they did. My cock was waiting there for her and I drove it back inside her before she could move.

“AHHH! It was like music to my ears.

I wanted to hear it again so I continued sucking and fucking her like that for several minutes more until I decided that her left nipple looked as delectable as the right one.

I moved my mouth to her left breast and took it into my mouth. Only this time, as I sucked her breast, I doubled the speed of my cock.

And with every stroke I made into her, got closer and closer to my own orgasm.

“FUCKKK!” Rachael said erotically when I withdrew again and drove every inch of my cock over her clit and then reentered her.

With a wanton look in her eyes, Rachael pulled her breast from me and kissed me passionately on the mouth. Her tongue danced with mine as our sexes devoured each other. It was getting closer now, my orgasm, for each new touch of our bodies became more sensual than the last.

I looked at her and could tell that, Rachael was as close to nirvana as I was. Hoping to feast my eyes on her rapture before I came, I fucked her wildly.

“UMMPH!” We screamed erotically into each other mouths as the first thunderous wave of mutual orgasmic bliss struck us. Rachael began thrusting herself onto me savagely as the volcano inside me erupted sending my seed inside her.

Slowly, ever so slowly, the tide receded from us leaving us to lie there in naked, fulfilled union together. And, as all good things must, so too did our love making come to an end.

But what a glorious ending it was, for when the climax was upon us, our bodies move in unison as we savored each fleeting but beautiful moment of our lovemaking.

When the last of it was gone, exhausted, Rachael collapsed on top of me and fell instantly asleep.

She still had my sex inside of her.

I had worn her out; but then, she had done as much for because I followed her into the peaceful land of Nod not long afterwards.

Chapter Six – Oral Arguments

About two hours later, I wakened when I felt something cool and wet rubbing around my manhood. It was Rachael. She was sitting on the edge of the bed next to my chest. In her left hand Rachael held a washcloth. She was using it to clean my manhood. Her other hand she was running gently through the hairs on my chest.

She hadn’t untied me yet and I wondered why.

“Good morning.” Rachael said seductively.

I responded, “Good morning to you. So what’s next?”

“More case work.” Replied Rachael as she threw the washcloth in her hand on top of a laundry hamper in the corner of the room.

Confused, I asked, “You’ve already convinced me, what’s left?”

She reached behind her and produced a large squeeze tube of some green looking jelly like substance. I looked at it. The label read: ‘Green Apple Lover’s Jelly.’ She opened the bottle and squeezed a generous portion all over my manhood as she said to me…

I asked her, “Where did you get that?”

“It was in bath room there.” She said pointing to the adjoining master bath. Then she added, “Now that we finished ‘Interrogatories’, it’s time we move onto ‘Oral Arguments’.”

Confused, I said, “Huh?”

“You’ll see!” Rachael replied as she rolled over on top of me. She ended up lying on her stomach facing away from me. Carefully, she moved backwards until she felt her pussy touch my chin. Then she said to me…

“Let’s see who the better orator is.”

We were in the classic sixty-nine position.

The only reason she won that one was because my hand were tied at the time. If they hadn’t been, she’d never have been able to pull herself from me every time I had her close to orgasm.

When she untied me, I made up for it by tying her ankles to the headboard and her wrists to the bed rails. Oh, Rachael was still on top of me just like she had been the first time. The difference was that bound as she was and with my hands around her waist, she wasn’t getting away from me.

I kept her screaming in orgasms for almost an hour before I let her go. Payback can be so much fun!

That afternoon, fucked out and me with a new perspective on the case, we went back to work.

Chapter Seven - Discovery

“There it is! See it?” I said to Marty as I pointed at the bottle on the nightstand in the video.

We’d already put the camera’s back in their boxes and cleaned up the bedroom. Then, while the sheets were in the wash, I’d burned the video we made onto a DVD so we could use it for comparison. When the DVD was finished, Marty and I returned to the living room so we could watch the two videos side-by-side on the wide screen television. Only this time, one of the videos we watched was Lilly’s, the other was the one Marty and I had made.

He got up from his position on the couch and walked over to the screen so he could get a better look. “I think so. Can you zoom in on it?”

I did.

Astonished, Marty exclaimed, “Damn! You’re right; it is a bottle of Spanish-fly. And, it’s in the exact same place on the nightstand that you set the one you used! How the hell did we miss it?”

“Because neither of us was looking for it then; we were both too busy watching Vince and Gloria doing the nasty.” I told him.

He sat back down and said thoughtfully, “I wonder what else we missed?”

“Let’s watch it again and find out.”

Inspiration must have struck him because he said, “Hey, can you slow it down any more?”

“Sure, I could… if we hooked up the laptop to the television. But I can’t do that.” I told him.

Marty responded, “Why’s that?”

“I don’t have the cable for it.” Then it occurred to me that we’d worked through lunch and I was hungry. If I was hungry, then I was sure that Marty was too. What better excuse could I find to get out of the house? “Let’s go get something to eat. While we’re at it, we might as well go shopping for the cable I need.”

So we did.

Two hours later, our stomachs were filled and the cable in place, we started watching video at one thirty-second speed.

That’s we found the first editing error in the video.

Marty saw it first. “Did you see that?”

“No. I didn’t.”

Excitedly, he said, “Run it back a few frames and play it again. This time, watch the digital clock on the other nightstand.”

I did, restarted the video and then saw it.

The time on the clock jumped suddenly from 5:33 to 5:35.

“I see it!”

So we ran the video back until the clock on the nightstand said 5:32 and began watching it frame by frame. We were looking for any anomalies we could find.

Six frames into to it, we found the first one. There were three frames of video in which the pillow behind Vince’s head had somehow moved to the right just enough to reveal his left wrist to the camera.

“There it is!” I pointed out. The ‘it’ was referring to was the rope tied around Vince’s wrists.

Marty conceded, “I’ll be damned! You were right.”

“Do you think it’s enough?”

He turned to me and said, “Probably. Our burden of proof is ‘by a preponderance of the evidence’ not ‘reasonable doubt’. Still, I think we should see just how many of these little editing errors Lilly left behind.”

“Hey, let’s put the other video back in and play them side by side again.”

Perplexed, Marty asked, “Why? We already did that once.”

“Because I’m willing to bet that we’re going to find, because of the editing done, the two videos will become out of sync every where they were edited.”

And that’s exactly what we did.

It didn’t take long after that to find the rest of the anomalies.

After the first one, I started keeping a log of them. In it, I recorded the video name, frame number it started, and time stamp as it appeared on the video.

There were at least thirty-seven of them. In total, they represented a time gap of eighteen minutes and twenty seconds. Funny, that’s the same amount of time missing from the Nixon White House tapes!

Anyway, the longest single deletion was five minutes and two seconds in length. It was also at the end. That’s odd isn’t it? The action was already over. Why did they delete something from the end of a video? Odder still was the fact that they left one frame left behind as evidence. Marty and I studied that frame for two hours trying to figure out what was missing. But we couldn’t see anything. In fact, the only thing we did see was a cell-phone on the nightstand that wasn’t in the rest of the video.

But, since we had more than enough evidence to prove our case, we gave up and decided it would remain one of those mysteries we’d never know the answer to.

When our work was done, I called Samantha and told her what we had found.

She told me that we’d done a good job and for us to take the rest of the weekend off.

We were to meet her at the courthouse an hour before court Monday morning.

When I hung up the phone, Marty told me he’d put the sheets in the dryer and asked me what Samantha had said.

I told him.

He looked thoughtful for a moment and then said, “Why don’t we run through the video a few more times and see if we find anything else?”

“Why? We’ve got more than enough evidence as it is. Besides, she told us we could take the weekend off?” I asked.

Casually, he replied, “Oh, no particular reason. I just thought, after the sheets were dried, that we could put it on in the bedroom and see what else we missed.”

“And what do you suggest we do in the meantime?”

Slyly, Marty grinned, “Oh, I don’t know. Hey, why don’t you teach me that little rope trick you used on me this morning?”

“And why do you want to know that?” As if I didn’t already know the answer!

With a straight face, he replied, “Well, I used granny knots to tie you up earlier. Besides, I can try real knots during cross examination later!”

An hour later, the sheets were dried. Marty had me tied to the bed and he started ‘cross examining’ me. He had me cinched up so well I could hardly move. Each of my wrists was bound to a post on the headboard; and, after he had me bend my knees, he tied each ankle to the center of the bed-rail closest to it.

When he was done, he had unrestricted access to whatever part of me he wanted. Then, after teasing me for several minutes by sucking and licking my nipples, Marty climbed between my legs. Once there, he rubbed his manhood against my sex while his tongue teased my nipples some more.

Every so often, just to taunt me, he’d let his cock prod at the entrance of my womanhood.

“THAT’S EVIL!” I said in frustration.

He laughed and said, “That’s not evil. This is evil!”

And then he slid the head of his love muscle an inch inside.

Of course, I struggled to get more of it in me; but, every time I did, he’d simply pull away so it wouldn’t go deeper.

After doing that a few times, he said to me, “If you think that was evil. Wait until you see what I do next!”

Then he thrust half way in me and before I could respond, pulled himself completely out of me.

“FUCK!” I cried out in frustration. Two seconds later his head was between my legs.

Expertly, Marty licked my clit as he used the index finger of his right hand to massage my g-spot. He was so good at it that he soon had my toes curling. He continued his oral attentions and a few minutes later my whole body began to quiver as I felt my first orgasm starting.

Just when I was about to cum he stopped abruptly.

“SHIT!” I yelled and then begged, “DON’T STOP!”

Instead, Marty ignored my pleas and waited for my body to stop quivering.

When it did, he began rolling his tongue over my clit in a one second rhythm. Every time it touched my love button a tiny jolt of electricity ran through my entire body.

Slowly he began increasing the speed of his tongue until once again I felt the quivering of an impending orgasm upon me.

“PLEASE!” I begged. Taking pity on me, Marty slithered his finger inside me and began stroking my g-spot while, at the same time, sucking on my clit.

I screamed! My body tensed up suddenly; and then, I began writhing out of control as wave after orgasmic wave ran through me like lightening in a thunderstorm.

Endlessly his mouth pleasured my hypersensitive clit as he massaged my g-spot.

Finally, when Marty didn’t think I could take any more, beginning with my thighs, he began kissing my lower body.

I was still shuttering a little when he raised his head and crawled back up onto me. And, without saying a word, he rammed the head of his manhood directly onto my sensitive clit. I involuntarily arched my pelvis upwards in response. Then, like a thief, he snuck his entire rod inside of me and immediately began thrusting as fast as he could. Every thrust of his manhood into me ground against my g-spot causing me to wail like a banshee. And then he slowed down and he reached over in the direction of the nightstand with his left hand.

He picked up the bottle of Spanish-fly; and, with one hand, he unscrewed the top. After letting it fall to the floor, Marty took a generous portion of the red liquid into his mouth and then proceeded to kiss me passionately.

Our tongues mingled as the sour liquid began running down my throat. The whole time this was going on, he was moving slowly inside me.

We continued kissing passionately and a minute later, I felt the aphrodisiac beginning to take effect on me. When it did, I moaned and kissed him harder. In response, Marty began quickening his pace; and, the more he fucked me, the faster he went.

“EEEIAHHH!” I screamed when Marty and I both exploded in synchronous orgasms. But no sound ever came out for we were both cumming so hard, so completely enraptured and consumed in the moment that neither of us could make a sound.

When it was over, he rolled over and untied me.

He didn’t get much rest though. It was my turn; and, with the Spanish-fly was still working its magic on me, I wanted to play.

We fucked like rabbits until one of us said they couldn’t take it anymore. Then we fucked them again just to prove they were wrong. And that, friends, is pretty much how the rest of our weekend went.

Monday morning, we meet Samantha in a conference room at the courthouse and the case would come to an end.

Chapter Eight – Abet

“Would you like to tell us what really happened now Lilly?”

All parties concerned were present. There was Samantha, Vince, Lilly, Sanders, Marty and myself. Samantha had requested a settlement meeting to get everyone together.

We had just shown Lilly and her attorney the video evidence and given them a list of the anomalies.

Sanders said quickly, “Lilly, don’t answer that!”

“Damn it Sanders! You told me it was airtight!” Lilly said disgustedly.

Sternly, he ordered, “Shut up Lilly and let me do the talking!”

“But he’s getting away with it!” Lilly insisted.

Sanders ignored his client, turned to Samantha and said, “What are your terms?”

“TERMS?” Lilly yelled.

More loudly this time Sanders ordered, “Either shut up Lilly or find yourself a new attorney!”

“Needless to say, the prenuptial is out.” Samantha replied, ignoring the intrusion.

Sanders nodded and said, “What else?”

“Vince is willing to let her have half of the marital estate. Although, after this little stunt, why is beyond me.” She replied.

Without hesitation, in a formal voice, Sanders said to Lilly, “Mrs. Rossi, as your attorney, I’m advising you to accept their offer and settle this case now!”

“WHAT? ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MIND?” She yelled at the top of her lungs.

A bailiff opened the door and asked, “Is everything alright in here?”

“Sorry, we’ll try to keep it down.” Sanders replied.

When the door was closed, he continued, “The only thing you had to prove your allegation of adultery was the video evidence. It’s tainted now; without it you have nothing. We both know it contradicts Gloria’s testimony.”

“BUT…” Lilly began.

Sanders cut her off, “No buts. If you don’t settle now and we go back into court, you’re looking at both perjury and evidence tampering charges. Before you try to argue with me, think about this: the judge, whom you’ve seemed to have pissed off somehow, will probably go out of her way to give you as little as possible. Hell, you make more money than Vince does, she might even award him alimony. How would you like to end up having to pay him for the rest of his life?”

I couldn’t help but smile. That was Lilly, making friends everywhere! It seems she’d even managed to turn her own attorney against her.

“I’ll rot in jail first!” Lilly said defiantly.

Fighting back a smile, Sanders replied, “That’s your choice. But you and I both know it won’t come to that, don’t we? So, like I said, stop dragging this out and take the deal!”

Lilly squirmed like a woman on a hot seat and then said meekly…

“Alright damn it! Make it happen.”

Well, Samantha produced the papers, having prepared them ahead of time. They were signed, notarized and just like that it was all over. Except for the part where Lilly called Vince a ‘lying cheating bastard’ and stomped out of the room, everything went smoothly and we all went home.

But one thing nagged at me. What happened in those last few missing minutes and why did someone go out of the way to try and delete the cell-phone from the nightstand?

We’d have to wait a little over a month for everything to be made clear to us. It was the day Vince came by the office to pick up his copy of the finalized divorce decree.

Marty and I happened to be in the lobby saying goodbye to a client when Vince arrived. It was the end of the day. The receptionist had already gone home and other than Samantha, we were the only once in the building.

“Hey buddy, can I ask you something?” Vince said to Marty.

Marty replied, “Sure Vince, what do can I do for you?”

When Vince looked over at me nervously, Marty said reassuringly, “Don’t worry about Rachael, I trust her with my life.”

“Alright then, I was just wondering if I can get a copy of those videos Lilly made of Gloria and I together?”

It was so quiet you would have sworn somebody farted.

I think Marty and I were both in shock. After a second he asked, “What the devil do you want them for Vince? I thought that night was too traumatic for you to relive?”

“Traumatic? Are you kidding me? You didn’t really fall for all that stuff did you?” Vince paused, waiting for an answer. I guess the expression on our faces said it all. He went on. “Come on buddy, you’ve seen them. Admit it; they’re the hottest things you’ve ever seen. Gloria and I want to add them to our collection!”

Marty and I both yelled it at the same time, “YOUR WHAT?”

Then Marty asked, “Are you telling us you and Gloria were actually having an affair?”

“Of course we were, Samantha knew all about it. Didn’t she tell you?”

We both stood there jaws open.

“Oh, I though you knew. Then I guess she didn’t tell you that it was her idea to edit the videos either?” He paused again. “I guess I better explain. You see, Lilly knew about Gloria and me for years. But then, I knew about her little side flings too.”

Flabbergasted, Marty asked, “Wait a minute, you knew she was sleeping around on you? How long’s that been going on?”

“I’ve always known, just like Lilly has always known about mine.”

I thought I was beginning to understand. From the look on Marty’s face, I could tell he was clueless. Then Vince explained it to him…

“Don’t you get it? We’re swingers, all three of us, Lilly, Gloria and myself.”

When he said that, the first thing that came to my mind was the prenuptial agreement, “When did that start?”

“Oh, about two years after we were married. We got invited to a party by a few friends of ours and decided to try it out. We’ve been doing it ever since.”

Well, just when I thought things couldn’t get any stranger!

Then a question occurred to me, “What went wrong?”

“Lilly met someone else and got greedy and decided she wanted everything. That’s when she decided to set up the cameras in my bedroom so she could ‘catch us in the act’. She knew Gloria was coming over that night. What you didn’t see was the three-way we all had before Lilly left that afternoon for her weekend camping trip.

You know, Lilly might even have gotten away with it too if I hadn’t gotten a call warning me about them.”

I finally spoke, “That explains the cell-phone on the nightstand. So, who called you?”

“Maybe you better talk to Samantha about this.” Vince replied mysteriously.

It was obvious he wasn’t going to say anything more on the subject so I went into my office, quickly found his file and pulled the packet containing the videos out of them. We had already made copies so I knew we could spare them.

As soon as he left, Marty and I went straight to Samantha’s office.

“It’s all true, every word of it!” Samantha said insistently when Marty and I confronted her.

Outraged, Marty demanded, “You knew about it and didn’t tell us? Why did you take the case? Hell, for that matter, why did you tell him to tamper with the videos.”

“Let me clear a few things up for you. First, I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you two implicated if anything went wrong. Secondly, I took the case as a personal favor. And lastly, I didn’t tell him to tamper with the videos, I tampered with the videos!”

He asked, “What about that scene in the courtroom over the videos?”

“Oh that? That was theater to convince everyone that we’d been blindsided.”

Then Marty asked a good question, “Wait a minute! Gloria had already admitted to the affair. How were you going to handle that?”

“She was going to recant on cross examination. Gloria was prepared to say that Lilly knew of her feelings for Vince and told her it was the only way he would be free. In short, Gloria was going to say on the stand that Lilly put her up to it.”

I said out loud, “That’s risky. She must really love him to risk going to jail for perjury like that.”

“She does; but, it would never have gotten that far.”

One question had been nagging me so I asked her, “Samantha, who called Vince and tipped him off?”

“If I tell you, you have to swear to me that you’ll never tell anyone else. If word got out, it would, not could, destroy a lot of people. Can you do that?” She asked seriously.

Marty replied, “Don’t you know you can trust us by now?”

“Yes, I suppose I do. All right, it was Judge Hastings.”

I wasn’t as surprised as Marty was. I could tell because he said, “Judge Hastings? How did the Judge know that Lilly was trying to set up Vince?” Then, as if a light bulb went off in his head he asked, “You’re not telling me the Judge and Lilly are lovers. I thought they hated each other.”

I commented, “I guess Lilly wasn’t going camping that weekend after all, was she?”

“That right Rachael. And to answer your question Marty, it wasn’t always that way. That was the night the Judge and Lilly broke up.” She paused, “Didn’t you ever wonder what caused the rift between them? I’m one of the few that actually know what it was. You see, that night, Lilly told the Judge what she was planning to do. It infuriated the Judge to no end. It offended the Judge’s sense of integrity. So much so, in fact, that she called Vince and told him what Lilly was planning. She even told him to come see me for representation. As to why I did what I did? What else could I do? Vince was about to be screwed and there was nothing I could legally do about it without ruining a several people’s lives in the process. I went over there, copied the videos to my laptop, edited them and copied them back. Luckily, I had plenty of time to so. I knew you’d find the anomalies and realized they’d been tampered with. Good job by the way.”

I asked, “What if we hadn’t?”

“Then the three of us would have gone over them together and one by one I’d start pointing them out to you. Either way, our side would have discovered them and the evidence would be discredited.” She replied.

A question occurred to me, “Why did the Judge give Vince your name? What’s your relationship with her?”

“I have the same kind of relationship with her that Vince, Lilly, and Gloria have.”

I figured as much. It was news to Marty who said, “Oh! I see.”

“By the way, you did take that video of you two together out of the package before you gave it to him didn’t you?”

Marty and I looked at each other. We both had one of those ‘Oh Shit!’ looks on our faces.

I said to Samantha, “You’re not mad?”

“Hell no! Why would I be mad? If anything, I’m glad to see you two finally get together. I was getting tired of watching the two of you walking around her making goo-goo eyes at each other as you both waited for the other to make the first move. But that still doesn’t answer my question about the video.”

The silence told her everything.

“Don’t you think you better call Vince and tell him you made a mistake?” She prompted.

But before she had finished, Marty had Vince on the speakerphone.

“Hey Buddy, what can I do for you?” Vince answered.

Marty said casually, “Rachael accidentally put the videos from another case file in with yours by mistake. Any chance you can bring them back today? We’ll keep the office open until you get here.”

“Tell Rachael if she wants it back she can come by my apartment and pick them up. While you’re at it, tell her to wear that sports bra and boy shorts she had on when she does.” Vince replied.

Marty muttered under his breath, “Damn car DVD players!” And then he said more loudly, “Hey asshole, don’t you know that it’s not safe to drive while distracted.”

“At least I have both hands on the wheel. Although I’m tempted to…” Vince said and laughed.

I interrupted, “Fuck you Vince!”

“Anytime honey, anytime at all.” And then he added, “That Spanish-fly is some powerful shit; isn’t it?”

I said flatly, “No comment.”

“That’s alright, I understand. You’re not the only one it leaves speechless. It has the same effect on Lilly and Gloria too.”

After my experience, I knew that what Vince had said was more truth than taunt.

“Is Samantha still there?” Vince asked.

I answered, “She’s standing right here. We’re on the speaker phone.”

“Great! I’m having a party this weekend. Why don’t you all show up? We’ll have some fun together.”

There was a long pause during which nothing was said.

Samantha was the first to speak, “I’ll call you later and get the details.”

“That’ll be fine.’ said Vince and then added, “Rachael, you and Marty don’t have to decide now. Just let me know by this Friday.”

Then the phone went dead.

It was good thing I made a copy. We never did get back the video Marty and I made.’

Epilogue

Since the case, Marty and I have become lovers have moved in together.

On the professional side, we’re both about to pass the bar. When we do, Samantha says we can become full partners in the firm.

The last I heard from Lilly she had met a new girlfriend. I found out later from Marty, who found out from Vince, that swinging was Lilly’s idea in the first place. So I guess it was no surprise when Rachael told me that Lilly had also found another man. Nor was it a surprise when she told me that the three of them, Lilly, her girlfriend and new boyfriend were all living together.

Marty and I are thinking he might just be our first client. Let’s hope the poor fool isn’t stupid enough to sign a prenuptial agreement! On the other hand, if he does, Marty and I might get a chance to learn a few new tricks. I hear their doing wonderful things with Velcro these days!

The End

The MatchMaker Bandits - The Great Museum Robbery

Luv2K155 — Sun, 05 Jun 2011 02:12:36 UTC

The Great Museum Robbery

By Maximillian Excaliber

Introduction

This was the first Matchmaker Bandits story written. By the time you finish reading this, you may be asking yourself where I came up with the idea for it. The simple plain truth is that I get a lot of my ideas while I’m laying awake at night trying to go to sleep. Believe it or not, this particular one happens to be a result of quite a few sleepless hours of contemplation.

When I first started writing it, I had no intention whatsoever of beginning a series. The responses I received from readers to the Bandits arrival took me somewhat by surprise, so, I decided to see if I give the readers another Matchmaker Bandits adventure without being repetative. It was easier than I thought and thus was born a series.

Those of you who have never read this series will find this story short on plot. But then, maybe that’s why its called a short story?

Whether you’re reading this for the first time or rereading it, I hope you it as much as I did writing it.

Chapter One - “A Night At The Museum”

It was about 2:30 in the morning on a Friday of the second week of September and unseasonably warm outside.

The fact that it was 78 degrees outside made me glad that my job did not require me to work outdoors.

The company I worked for had received the contract to upgrade the network of the Museum of Arts and Sciences. As the following morning the museum was to open for a new exhibit of rare Egyptian artifacts, we had been given one night to complete the job .

I had worked with Joni for about three months and we had already developed the comfortableness with each other that new friends start to have.

As the client was not going to be present while we were working, we had both decided to be comfortable and dress casually.

Besides being both very competent and a hard worker, Joni was quite attractive. She has short curly red hair, nice firm breasts and the sexiest pouting lips.

I had always made it a point as a professional not to allow myself to be distracted by such things while on the job but this time was to be the exception.

I found It was becoming increasingly more difficult to concentrate as Joni had showed up to work that night wearing a cute white blouse, with frills on both collar and sleeves, and a neckline cut just low enough to show enough of her ample bosom to keep me distracted. To make things worse, she was also wearing a somewhat provocative pair of tight red shorts that perfectly accented her curly red hair.

She was busy wiping each workstation and installing the new Operating System on them while I was working on the last stages of the upgrade of the second of three servers.

She turned to me and said, "Jim, I'm going out to the van and get my utility disk. This damn thing has a boot sector virus on it! I'll be back in a second."

As she headed toward the exit I called to her, "Hey, while you're out there, can you see if there is any change still lying around? I'm dying for some caffeine and sugar."

"Sure, need anything else?" She asked.

"Nope, just the caffeine fix; thanks". Unfortunately, a caffeine fix was not the first answer that came to my mind when she asked that last question.

She had been gone a little longer than I expected and I was busy banging away at the keyboard when I heard her voice calling me, "Jim."

"Just a second; I am almost done." I said without looking up from the computer screen.

"JIM!" she said louder with urgency in her voice.

When I looked over at her I instantly realized why she was so insistent about getting my attention. Standing behind her were a man and a woman dressed in what appeared to be security guard's uniforms; both were wearing one of those cheap plastic Lone Ranger masks you buy for Halloween. The man was holding Joni's arm behind her back and an old style .38 police special to her head. The woman was pointing a similar weapon directly at me. "They're robbing the museum, Jim!" Joni said with fear in her voice.

"Keep your mouths shut. Do as you are told and don't give us any trouble and you wont get hurt." The female robber said to us. "Don't" she continued, "and the cops will be creating their own artwork on the floor with chalk! Get the picture?"

Chapter Two - “Boxed And Ready To Go”

While the woman held her weapon on Joni, her companion took me to a storage room located near the museum's loading dock. I was forced to help him uncreate, then cover with padding several large paintings that the museum's personnel had apparently prepared for shipping and subsequent pickup.

The man handed me a 1 and a half-inch drill bit the likes of which you might use to install a doorknob. He then pointed to one of the cordless drills which, I can only assume was used by the museum staff to seal crates, and told me to drill several holes in one that was unused and its accompanying lid. Both crate and top were insulated with thick plastic covered padding; and the crate, except for some packing blankets, was empty.

I started to worry when it occurred to me that the crate was just large enough for two people. I considered trying to jump him but realized that Joni was surely dead if I failed, and possibly even if I did not. I was pretty sure that if I had a firearm this guy would have been toast; I had learned a few things playing first person shooters. Unarmed, well I didn't like the odds. After all, I'm a computer geek not Walker, Texas Ranger! I decided not to risk it.

We then used a small forklift to load a crate and lid onto the truck. After that, we went back into the area in which I had been working and I was happy to see that Joni was still safe.

We all headed to the truck where they told us to get into the back.

When we got there, the male robber told us to get into the crate.

It was then that his companion said, "Wait, I have a better idea. Strip!" and got a wicked smile on her face.

I looked at Joni; she looked at me; and while we both just stood there in shock, the woman said while pointing her weapon at Joni, "Now! We haven't got all night!" We started to strip and both stopped when we were down to our underwear. The woman looked at us and said, "I said strip; all of it!"

I closed my eyes as I pulled my tee-shirt over my head and I opened them just in time to see Joni's firm breast spring free of her bra.

We both looked at each other in embarrassment for a second but it didn't last long because the female robber did not give us time to think about it.

Impatiently she said, "Hurry up, now the rest of it, or do you want us to do it for you?"

At that we each let the last stitch of clothing protecting our modesty fall away.

Her male companion whistled when he saw the now fully nude Joni. Even as she tried to look away from me, I couldn't help but notice that Joni was a true red head.

The female robber said to me, "Not bad for a computer nerd."

She then pointed to the empty crate and said, "Take out those blankets and get in."

I removed the blankets from the crate and started to get in face first so that I could lay on my stomach but she stopped me and said, "No! Not that way; lay on your back."

Having no choice, I turned over and lay back into the crate.

She turned to Joni and said, "Now it’s your turn Sweety, get in; and just so there's no confusion, face first!"

Joni walked toward the case looking even more embarrassed than before and climbed on top of me with her legs straddling me on both sides. She tried to keep her pelvis from touching mine by keeping her weight on her knees.

Then the female robber took the bundle of blankets I had removed from the crate and shoved them behind Joni's ass as though she were packing us for shipping. She took the flash light from her belt and turned it on. Then, she pointed her weapon at Joni's breast and pushed her into a sitting position.

She then bent down very close to me and said, "It seems an awful shame for you not to be able to enjoy the view." and then she looked at Joni.

Turning back to me she placed the flash light under my neck and said, "Here's a little light for you."

"Bitch! I'll bet your getting a kick out of this!" Joni said to her in anger.

Obviously vexed, the female felon simply put her head down and French kissed me for several seconds.

I really wish she hadn't done that because the combination of her warm tongue in my mouth and Joni sitting on me started the flow of blood to my till then dormant penis.

After she pulled her mouth from mine she said to me, "Enjoy the ride honey."

She then turned to Joni and said, "Looks like your lucky night Sweety."

Her male companion snickered and said to her, "You're such a romantic Baby".

"Yeah, I just love playing matchmaker", she said and then pushed Joni down onto me and placed the lid on the crate.

When the lid was in place Joni said to me, "Jim, they are going to kill us! I don't want to die this way."

I started to reassure her when we heard one of them say, "Don't worry; both of you did as you were told and we keep our word. We wont kill you. We just need time to get away once we get to the rendezvous point. Once we are safely away, we will call the police and tell them where you are. If we wanted to kill you, you would be dead already."

After that they secured the lid to the crate with four screws.

The doors to the truck closed; the engine started and the truck started moving.

Chapter Three - “Bumpy Roads Ahead”

It was warm but not stifling in the crate but we both started to sweat.

"I don't think the are going to kill us." I said to Joni.

She looked me in the eyes as if trying to decide whether I was lying and then said with the sound of relief in her voice, "Yeah, I think you are right."

"Are you terribly uncomfortable; do your knees hurt?" I asked her.

"No, not at all" she replied, "the padding in the crate is actually quite soft."

Joni was still trying to use her knees to hold her pelvis away from mine but whenever the truck would hit a bump she would be thrown momentarily forward, causing her breast to rub against my chest, and then she would be thrown backward just enough for her pelvis to rub against the head of my recently awakened penis.

As the ride became suddenly bumpy, I thought to myself, "Just our luck the truck these robbers chose to use is in dire need of new shocks."

The contact of her pelvis rubbing on the head of my already agitated penis was begining to have its effect on me.

I closed my eyes and tried not to think about what was happening while hoping my dick would go back to sleep. Unfortunately, someone forgot to tell my prick and the truck to cooperate with me.

A few more bumps later and it was fully awake.

"Is that?" Joni said to me.

"Yes." I answered embarrassed.

"Well, can't you do something about it?" she asked.

"I am trying; but its pretty hard", I stopped, instantly realizing my poor choice of words.

"I know that!" she said in retort.

It was then that I realized it was now rubbing into the furrow of her warm pussy lips and they were definitely very wet.

"That's not what I meant." I said desperately.

"Well", she continued, "Try to think about something else Jim."

"I am; but it's just not working." I told her truthfully. "Every time you move...it...it, well you know." I tried to explain.

"Its not my fault!" She said defensively.

"I didn't mean it was; its just that when the truck bounces it makes you move and rub my... you know."

Then a few seconds later I asked her, "Can you move at all?"

"Not much with those damn blankets behind my ass! She's got us packed in here tighter than a couple of sardines." she said.

Then it seemed that the truck turned onto a gravel road and things got worse because it was really bumpy. I noticed now that her breathing had become slightly labored and she seemed to jump a little with each bump. I guessed that her clit must have been rubbing on my fully erect shaft.

In desperation she said to me, "Maybe if I can raise my ass a bit you might be able to put you thing under my belly, then I can drop my weight and the movement might stop."

"O.K." I agreed, "Say when."

"On three," she said, "One, Two, Three." And with that, she tried to pull her pelvis up using her knees and I tried to pull back enough so that the head of my prick fall between us.

It did not work out quite as we planned because at that very moment three unexpected things happened. Firstly, the truck started down a steep incline throwing her forward more than either of us expected. Secondly, her knees slipped from the sweat that had been accumulating on the padding from our bodies and her knees slid outward causing her to drop suddenly on to my pelvis. And lastly, as I was trying to angle my prick upward between us, the truck started climbing again causing her to slide down my sweaty body burring my oncoming penis almost to the hilt into her pussy.

"OHHH NO", she said as I felt the firm grip of her now spasming pussy around my penis.

Chapter Four - “The Joy Ride”

We both lay there for a second neither of us knowing what to say.

Then I started to say, "I didn't mean for that to happen, really I..."

She cut me off saying, "Don't say anything! Don't move! And don't say anything!" And we just lay there in silence with my prick still buried in her.

Then after what seemed like an eternity, she said, "Don't you move a bit, I am going to try and get this thing out of me." and started to lift herself up onto her knees and attempted to slide forward.

But to our surprise, when all but the last inch of me was out of her the truck made a sudden sharp turn and her knees slipped and she fell flat upon me. Then there was a large bump and she was thrown hard backwards this time burring me in her to the hilt. As the ride got very bumpy, I realized that we were driving down railroad tracks and she was being rocked on my prick.

"OH MY GOD!" she cried suddenly and I knew that she was riding a wave of pleasure quickly towards of a glorious orgasm as the movements of her vibrating pussy on my enraged rod was doing the same to me.

"OHHH NO! I can't help it; it starting again!" she said; her eyes closed and a look of pure ecstasy on her face. "Please", she begged, "Make it stop."

But I could do nothing; for as out of control of her body as she was, so was I becoming. And it would not stop until the ride to the sweetest of pleasures had driven us both to the brink and beyond the point of no return.

As her body reached the peak of ultimate pleasure, she opened her eyes suddenly and with total surrender to her passion, placed her mouth on mine and kissed me as only a woman in rapture can kiss a man.

As I felt her body spasming uncontrollably on me she open her mouth wider to screamed a silent scream of ecstasy. No longer able to control myself, I reached up to hold her tightly and as I thrust as deeply into her as I could, our tongues joined in a dance of passion while I filled her with the seed of our joining.

We both rode the wave of orgasm until it began ever so slowly to subside. My organ, however, did not go flaccid as her warm cum filled pussy was still vibrating and undulating on my penis for the truck was still rolling on the railroad tracks.

Our mouths parted and we looked deeply into each other's eyes as once again the waves began to slowly carry our coupled bodies to the highest state of physical ecstasy two people can share.

"ITS SO GOOD." Joni said to me, and without hesitation she openly embraced the oncoming tide and leaned forward onto me. I kissed and devoured her neck passionately and begged her not to hate me.

She pulled away to look at me and told me she would never hate me for giving her such pleasure and kissed me again.

From the passion of her kiss and the trembling of her body I could tell that she was as close as I was to cumming again. The truck pulled off the tracks the exact moment the wave it us further intensifying our orgasms.

We lay there, both of us, still coming down from the crest as the truck came to a halt.

Chapter Five - “Thirty Minutes To Kill”

We heard the engine stop followed by the sounds of both doors opening. There were the sounds and feelings of things being moved out of the truck. Then came a female voice saying, "The police should find you in about thirty minutes. Hope you enjoyed the ride."

When the woman said that, Joni giggled as she was showering my neck with kisses.

Then we heard the sound of another vehicle being started followed by its pulling away.

Joni looked at me and said, "What are we going to do for the next thirty minutes?"

With my semi-flaccid penis still encased in her pussy, I looked her in the eyes and said, "I think we can come up with something."

She giggled once more and began rocking ever so slowly atop me.

Epilogue

The next day, the newspapers would report two unidentified gunmen had robbed the museum: one man and one woman. That several rare paintings valued at and undisclosed amount had been stolen by the thieves and that a man and a woman had been taken captive and later released without harm. What the newspaper reports did not mention was that the police report filed by the officer at the scene stated that he had discovered the captive couple totally nude and for some unexplained reason tired, calm and quite happy.

End Of The World

Luv2K155 — Sun, 05 Jun 2011 01:28:14 UTC

End Of The World

By Maximillian Excaliber

Introduction

Have you ever wondered how you would spend your last hours on Earth? Now imagine that the world is going to be destroyed it's everyone's last hours on Earth. Where would you be when it happened? Who would you be with? What would you do? This is the story of one man and what he did when he found out that the 'End Of The World' was coming. I hope you enjoy it.

Chapter One - "Restaurants"

"Bruce, can you see that couple sitting in the corner booth from where you are?" Teresa, my date, asked. She took a sip from her wine glass and then carefully set it back onto the white linen table cloth.

Teresa, because she was sitting between the couple and me, was blocking my line of sight. I couldn't see and told her so. "No, you're obstructing my view."

We were in a small, family operated, Italian restaurant having dinner. Candles providing the only light, it was dark inside. There were two rows of booths which ran down a single long isle from the front to the rear of the restaurant. Our booth was near the back. Except for one other couple sitting in the very back of the restaurant, other than the employees, the place was empty.

It was our third date. The first one had been a movie and the second a concert.

I asked, "Are they celebrities?" I don't know why I asked.

"I'm not sure." Almost hypnotically, her eyes were transfixed on them. She started to say something, "They're... he's... oh my! You've got to see this."

She had me curious, "Why? What are they doing?"

Teresa moved to her left slightly.

"There, can you see them now?"

The couple's reflection appeared in the mirror. While I couldn't quite make out their faces, I could tell it was a man and a woman. He was Caucasian and she Hispanic. From what I could tell in the near darkness, they were kissing. It looked as if her tongue was in his mouth. "Yes, that's better."

"Is that his left hand on her breast?" Teresa inquired. She seemed fascinated

It was. "It looks like it to me."

I watched them for a few seconds. The show they were putting on was very arousing.

"What's that he's doing now?" Teresa asked.

It felt as if I were spying on them. "He appears to be lowering his left hand."

"Why?"

I wasn't sure. "I think so he can..."

"... pull up her dress?" Teresa finished for me. Forgetting about our meal, like voyeurs we both continued watching the show. "Look! She's not wearing any panties!"

I could see but, did not respond. The man was moving his right hand between his date's legs.

"Now what's he going to do?"

I decided to be diplomatic and suggested, "Do you want to leave?"

"Not unless you do. We're all adults here. As far as I'm concerned, what they do is their own business." She paused. I assumed it was to give me time to consider what she'd said. "How do you feel about it? Do you want to leave?"

Grinning, I told her, "I think we got twice our money's worth."

"I don't follow you?"

I explained, "Not only are we having dinner but, we're got a couple of real swingers giving us a live action performance of 'Sex And The City' at the same time!"

Teresa looked at me strangely. It was a look that told me I'd said something that surprised her.

"Do you really think they're swingers?" She said almost expressionlessly.

I admitted, "I don't know. It's possible. If they were, they certainly wouldn't broadcast it though."

"Would you?"

When she asked it, I had been paying more attention to the couple in the corner than I was to our conversation and didn't understand the question. I asked, "Would I what?"

"Would you broadcast it? I mean, if you were a swinger, would you tell anyone."

There are critical times in a person's life when if they say the wrong thing, it can change their life forever. Something told me this was one of them. "Not in this day and age."

"Why's that?"

Trying to focus on our conversation, I explained, "Because this is the 'Land of the Free and Home of the Brave'. What it really means is that you're 'Free' to go along with the majority unless you're 'Brave' enough to do otherwise."

She said nothing. Just when I thought I'd offended her she began speaking again.

"Bruce, do you like to 'Party'?" Her eyes were upon me.

I looked at her and replied, "Sure... but only with the right people."

"Do you think you would enjoy partying with me?"

I was ready for a night out on the town. "I'd love to." Then I asked, "Do you know any good clubs?"

"There is a 'European Style' club I go to for a little 'Fun and Games' every other weekend. It's not a commercial establishment or 'Party House'. It's a private club. This couple I know likes to 'Entertain' in their home. They have lots of amenities which they make sure are kept 'Safe' for everyone."

I grinned, "Better safe than sorry."

"Especially when sorry means dead or worse." She agreed.

About that time, the man in the corner opened his date's blouse enough to fully expose his date's left breast and began sucking it with complete abandon. Her head was tilted backwards and was resting against the back of the booth. With a look of pure ecstasy on her face she opened her eyes, looked directly at me and smiled. Feeling like a kid who'd been caught looking in his neighbor's window, I smiled and quickly turned my attention to what Teresa was saying.

"All the club's members are nice, 'Clean', friendly people. We're very selective and, we won't invite someone back if we find out that the drink too much or do drugs. If what you're looking for is a place to dance, play a few games and enjoy the 'Indoor Sports', then our club is the place to do it." There was a brief pause during which I thought I heard a woman moan several times. "Do you have any plans next weekend?"

To me, the way Teresa had described it, the place sounded like a nice place where friends gathered for conversation and relaxation. "I'm completely free. Who is driving whom up or, are we going separately?"

"Great! I was hoping you'd say that. It's way out in Harris County, I'll pick you up and show you how to get there."

I stole a peek at the couple in the corner. It appeared as if the woman was unzipping her date's fly.

"By the way, just so you won't be too surprised when you get there, a few of our members are into the 'Arts'. One of them, her name is Annette, likes 'Greek' and Cheryl..." Teresa raised her eyebrows suddenly. It looked to me like the man was getting a hand-job.

Not as distracted as Teresa was, I asked, "Cheryl from work?"

"The very same. She really loves showing off her 'French'."

'So Cheryl is bilingual!' I thought to myself and expressed my surprise to Teresa. "I didn't know that about her."

"Only a few people at work do."

It struck me strange at the time. The company paid good money to people who could speak more than one language. But, I didn't bother to ask Teresa about it.

I glanced back over at the impassioned couple once more. From what I could see, the man had moved and was sitting with his back in the corner of the booth. His female companion was bending down with her head between his legs.

Trying to keep up my end of the conversation, I said to Teresa, "I learned a little Latin when I was in high school. I haven't had much opportunity to practice it lately though. Clara, my ex-girlfriend, knew one language and that was English."

"That was her loss. I can promise you that you'll have plenty of opportunities to expand your Latin 'vocabulary' at the party."

Teresa went on to tell me that the club's owners were planning something really special this weekend and that she'd send me an email with all the details.

When we left the restaurant that night, the man in the corner booth was under the table with his face between his date's legs. I don't think I need to tell you what he was doing there.

My date with Teresa was Thursday night. That Friday I was to start my annual two week vacation. Teresa new this and she was very understanding when I explained to her that, in order to keep from having to come in on my day off, I had to be at work early the next morning.

I dropped her off at her apartment.

Thus ended our third date. Like our previous dates, it ended with nothing more romantic happening than an extremely enjoyable goodnight kiss, not counting the two love-birds in the corner that is.

It seemed like a good start. There had been a lot of communication and I thought I was beginning to know her. I was wrong.

Chapter Two - "Ralph"

Before I go any further with this little tale, let me tell you more about myself. My name is Bruce Farrell.

In appearance, I'm what you could describe as being 'nondescript. In other words I'm so average the only way I'd stand out in a crowd is if everyone else were lying down. I'm 5'9" tall, have brown hair, brown eyes, weigh about 200 pounds, have a goatee, and wear bifocals. I'm also fifty years young.

One last thing about me before I continue on, like a lot of men, I'm not hung like a porn star. No revelation there right? Clara told me that my dick isn't as small as breakfast link nor as big as a polish sausage. I guess that was her way of saying that I was average down there too. For those of you who are interested, she also said my family jewels are bigger than toy marbles but smaller than tennis balls. Clara once compared my 'package' to a 6 inch bratwurst and a couple of furry golf ball sized flesh covered meat balls. She had a flair for culinary references.

That's enough about me. Now, I'll tell you some more about Teresa.

Teresa, to be more specific Teresa Angelica Gentry, is in my humble opinion one of the two most attractive women I know. She's forty-five years old, 5'8" tall, has auburn hair, green eyes, and a wonderfully curvy figure. The only other woman I know who even comes close to holding a candle to her is Cheryl Sloan. Yes, that's the same Cheryl she was talking about earlier.

Since anything else I could say about either of them wouldn't be relevant, I'll get back to my story now...

As I said, that Saturday I started my vacation and was really looking forward to the rest and relaxation that comes with it.

Hoping to see Teresa before the party, I tried to call her. Her phone service had been disconnected. It was the only number she'd given me so, given the circumstances; all I could do was wait for her to contact me. When two days later I still hadn't heard from her, I decided that despite what she'd said that night; Teresa didn't want to see me.

For the life of me though, I couldn't figure out why?

To my delight, two days later I received an email from her. It was short. All it said was when the party was and what time she'd be by to pick me up.

The rest of the week seemed to pass by with the speed of molasses after that. I guess it was because I had something to look forward to. Eventually though, the day of the party finally did arrive.

The forecast for Columbus Georgia, which is where I live, was for clear skies and high heat. It was not to be the best day for yard-work, but wasn't going to be the worst either. Having overslept, I didn't get started until almost 11:00. As the weatherman had predicted, there wasn't a cloud in the sky above me and the heat was raising fast. Two hours later, I was sweating like an Eskimo in a desert. An hour after that my tee-shirt was soaked; my underpants were drenched; and my socks were so wet that they made a 'squishing' sound every time I took a step. What I didn't know at the time was that my shorts had dark sweat stains in some of the most embarrassing places you can imagine.

Hoping to be finished by 5:00, I skipped lunch and kept working.

As I had planned, by 4:00 pm the lawn was cut, the sidewalk had been edged, and the hedges were trimmed. I was almost finished, which was a good thing because I was tired as hell. I had one thing left to do... take care of 'Ralph', the bush, immediately outside my office window. I'd saved the worst for last.

The house I own is a three bedroom ranch-style home located in one of the city's better middle income sub-divisions. It was a spoil of war left over from my divorce and one of the few things I had to show for four years of marriage. I had been lucky in that, at the time of my divorce eight years earlier, there wasn't much equity in the place and the payments were too high for my ex-wife to afford. She let me have it and along with it custody of 'Ralph'

What was supposed to be the front bedroom, and is now my office has a fantastic bay window facing the front of the house. The window usually provides me a relatively unobstructed view of both the walkway to my front door, and most of the driveway leading to my double-wide garage. I say relatively because 'Ralph', who is actually an unusually healthy wintergreen boxwood bush, lives right outside the window and was once again blocking my view. If it's any interest to you, I named him after the asshole contractor who built my sub-division.

'Ralph', the asshole contractor, left for me a host of architectural defects resulting from the cheap labor and shoddy materials used during construction of my house. Not content with simply taking his money and running, 'Ralph' the contractor left 'Ralph' the bush for me to deal with. I took it as a parting 'FUCK YOU' gift for me... so began the game.

Every year 'Ralph', the bush, and I had this little game the two of us would play. It's called who can piss the other off the most and it goes like this...

While I was busy working my ass off making sure 'Ralph the Bush' would have a place to stay, he would work just as hard growing so I'd be forced to use part of my precious free time, (in this case my vacation) knocking him back down to size. Unfortunately, after twelve years, the score was 'Ralph the Bush' 12, me 0.

That day, I had wasted yet another half hour of my life trying to take him down a peg (or rather to a peg) when I looked down at him and was overcome by a horrible feeling of déjà vu. Something in me must have snapped because I turned suddenly herbicidal and out came the weed and grass killer. I keep it for those times when I'm too busy working weekends and can't find anyone to cut the grass.

Hoping to drown him in a puddle of poisonous pesticide, I systematically saturated him with an entire gallon of the lethal liquid.

With a look of sadistic glee on my face, I looked down at 'Ralph' as if expecting to hear him cry out in agony. He didn't! Instead, of begging for mercy or screaming from pain he just sat there in mocking silence. To say I became angry would have been the understatement of the century.

I had murder in my eyes. I went into my garage and began looking for something... anything... with which to send 'Ralph' to whatever afterlife it is that dead plants go so he could meet the proverbial 'Burning Bush' personally.

Five minutes later, I came back carrying a trash-bag containing everything that was even remotely toxic in my garage; and then, one at a time, I maliciously emptied the contents of every container in the bag onto 'Ralph'. The last thing I remember pouring on him was a bottle of white shoe polish. Don't ask me how it had ended up in my garage, I have no idea! Anyway, by the time the last bottle was emptied, 'Ralph' was covered with enough rat-poison, snake killer, motor oil, transmission fluid, bug spray, window cleaner, hand cleaner, tire cleaner, bleach and yes, shoe polish, to kill a small city.

"Scream you bastard!" I said yelled furiously.

Nothing! Defiant to the end, he didn't even groan!

I fetched my garden-hose, turned on the water, and from five feet away, threw a match on 'Ralph'. First there was a loud puffing sound. That was followed by a kind of crackling snapping noise. Next, flames, accompanied by thick black smoke, suddenly rose six feet up into the air.

"Now what do you have to say?" His response wasn't what I expected.

"Oh shit!" I yelled as I watched him expand suddenly upwards into a topiary towering inferno of flames that was twice my height. I turned the hose on him and attempted to put out the fire. When after several seconds, it didn't go out; I remembered that water doesn't work on an oil fire.

After I realized my mistake, I made a mad dash back into my garage and grabbed the bucket of sand I kept there in the event I ever had a grease fire in the kitchen. I then ran back to the pyrotechnic pile of pulp that used to be 'Ralph' and, bending as low as I could without getting roasted myself, threw the entire contents of the bucket directly onto the base of the fire. It worked and the fire was smothered instantly.

I picked up my useless hose and stood vigil for several minutes as I wondered to myself what I was going to do if 'Ralph' burst back into flames. I was all out of sand.

Looking back on the event, I can honestly say that I was lucky I didn't kill myself with toxic fumes from all the chemicals I'd mixed. Anyway, ten minutes later I hosed off my victim and assessed the damage.

"NO FUCKING WAY!" I yelled.

Other than being devoid of leaves and slightly charred on the outside, my botanical foe looked no worse for the wear!

Enraged beyond words and disappointed beyond disbelief, I began trying to figure out whether or not the bumper on my Mini Cooper would take the strain of having a chain hooked to it. The other end of which I intended to attach to 'Ralph' so I could pull his antagonizing ass out of the ground. I suddenly got this all too vivid mental image of me driving down the street in a bumper-less Mini. In my rear-view mirror I could see 'Ralph' right where I'd left him. He was using one limb to give me the finger while another twirled the chain with my bumper attached to it through the air like a piece of 'bling' he'd just taken off a fallen foe in a street fight.

"Drink this!" I was startled by a voice behind me. It belonged to Mrs. Watkins, one of my next door neighbors. She was a retired nurse.

I had been so busy trying to exterminate 'Ralph' that I hadn't heard her come up behind me.

In her left hand she held a large glass of what appeared to be cold water and no ice.

I looked at her. "Huh?"

"Drink this." She said and handed me the glass.

Not wanting to argue with her, and being absolutely parched, I did as she asked. When I finished she asked me, "Can I see your hose for a minute?"

Not thinking, I handed it to her. Without saying a word she aimed the hose at me and turned it on. The sudden assault of water caught me off guard.

I started coming out of it instantly. "Hey, what gives?"

"You're over heated and talking to yourself. You need to cool off right now!" Mrs. Watkins explained as she continued hosing me down.

After the initial shock of the cool water hitting me wore off, I realized she was right and the fog I was in began to lift.

"I want you to promise me that you'll go inside, take a cool shower and drink three more glasses of water. Will you do that for me?"

I told her I would.

"Good. I'll be over in fifteen minutes to check on you."

As I headed for the house, my pocket started ringing. That's where I keep my cell phone. Trying not to get it any wetter than it already was, I extracted my phone from my pocket and flipped it open.

"Hi, Bruce!" I didn't recognize the number but the voice sounded like Teresa. I was still a bit out of it and not too sure.

I asked, "Teresa?"

"Yes." She replied exuberantly. "I haven't heard from you about the party. It's tonight and I was wondering how you felt about it. Do you still want to go?"

My senses returned and I remembered the email.

Confused, I told her, "I was hoping you'd call. By the way, do you know your cell phone is disconnected?" I guess I was still a little fuzzy.

"Damn! I'm so sorry. My plan expired and the cell provider I had went up on the rates. I decided to change phone companies. For some bullshit reason, the new company wouldn't let me keep my old number and, I got stuck with a new one. I thought I told you. I guess I've been so busy that I forgot." She paused briefly.

That lead to my next question, "That's okay. By the way, did you receive the reply email I sent you Wednesday?"

"No. I didn't. My Internet has been down all week. I was going to see if it was back up when I got home. I just got off work five minutes ago. Why? What was in it?" She asked hesitantly. Then added, "You're not offended are you?"

The fact that Teresa hadn't gotten my email was no big surprise to me. Her email address told me that we both had the same Internet Service Provider. I knew from experience that they sucked worse than a bucktoothed epileptic hooker with a bad case of lockjaw.

During that week, I had plenty of time to think about our date. One of the things that occurred to me was that she might be playing it cautious. In which case, I couldn't say I blamed her. The week before I'd gone on vacation everyone at work had been forced to sit through another one of those boring 'sexual harassment' seminars specifically designed to put the Fear of God, litigation and financial ruin into us.

I thought Teresa was talking about being a party girl. I said to her, "Offended? Why would I be offended? Like I told you at dinner, I agree with you. What happens between consenting adults is no one else's business."

"Well, people have differing views of what is and isn't acceptable. Most of society thinks the kind of 'partying' my friends and I do is immoral."

I asked, "Do you and your friends respect each other's limits?" I was thinking about a buddy of mine I went clubbing with one time. He tried to get me drunk and wouldn't listen when I told him I didn't want to get trashed.

"We all do. In fact, if someone doesn't, we won't 'party' with them anymore." Teresa answered.

It was the right answer, "Then I don't see a problem with it."

"So what do you think? Do you feel like 'partying' like there's no tomorrow?" I could tell she wanted me to say yes.

I'd already made up my mind. "I'd love to party with you. Are you still going to pick me up?"

"Yes. Do you still live at...?" She read my dress to me from the phone book.

I told her I did.

"Then I'll be there at 8:00 sharp." There was a short pause after which she added, "Let me give you my phone number in case you need to reach me."

I said sure and she did.

Ten minutes later, showered and dressed in a fresh pair of shorts, the haze was totally gone and I felt much better. I was working on my third glass of water when I heard the doorbell ringing. It was Mrs. Watkins. As if she'd never stopped being a professional nurse, she began taking my pulse and feeling my forehead to see how hot I was. She asked me when the last time I had eaten was. When I told her I hadn't, she explained to me that it would probably be a good idea if I ate something light. I said I'd make myself a sandwich. She seemed satisfied and left.

Ten minutes later, having devoured my food with all the enthusiasm of a starving man, I went to my bedroom and fell promptly asleep.

Chapter Three - "Runs"

After I woke up from my nap, I showered, got dressed and then went to my living-room. The email had said to dress for a party. I was wearing a pair of white dress slacks, a red satin short-sleeve shirt, red socks and black dress shoes.

While I had been looking through my sock drawer, I found an old bottle of highly overpriced cologne I had bought when I was with Clara. After months of her nagging me, I gave in and spent the money. It was my bad luck to pick the day we broke up to get it.

I was so mad at the time that I threw the unopened bottle in the back of my sock drawer where it would be out of sight and forgot all about it.

Deciding it was time to both put the past behind me and get a return from my investment, I opened the bottle intending to put some on. Unlike most cologne for men, this one was in a spray bottle. Wanting to know what it smelled like, I sprayed some on my wrist. Whew, it was really strong. Not that it smelled bad; it was just highly concentrated. Playing it safe, I sprayed a couple of squirts on a paper towel and rubbed it around my neck. Even that little bit seemed a lot to me and, I remember wondering to myself whether I had overdone it.

I then went into my living-room, sat down in my favorite chair, picked up my laptop, and tried to kill what time I had to wait by looking at my email.

The Internet was running slower than a snail trying to pull a concrete block up a slippery slope and I had to wait for my messages to download. I cruised a few porn sites looking for something to read. Just when the story I was reading was getting really good, Teresa called to tell me that she was running late. While I was on the phone with her, my connection dropped just as another message from Teresa started coming in. I could tell from the time stamp that it predated the one I had. It finished downloading about the same time the doorbell rang so I didn't have time to do anything other than send it to my printer. My intention was to read it on the way to the party.

The time was seven forty-five P.M.

As I headed to my front door, I grabbed the email off my printer and I stuffed the two page long printout into my pocket.

I opened the door and, as I'd hoped, Teresa was waiting there for me. To my pleasant surprise, she was not alone. Standing next to her was Cheryl.

Now, before I continue, let me tell you a little about, Cheryl. She's 5'4" tall, but what she lacks in height she makes up for by being perfect everywhere else. Her face is so cute as to be absolutely sexy. She has short curly blond hair, deep blue eyes, and luscious lips that will just make your mouth water wanting to kiss them. Below all that is a set of full round bosoms, a firm bouncy ass and pair of muscular but feminine legs. All this makes up one very sexy thirty-eight year old woman. Before I forget, there is one other thing I should mention, she's also been making goo-goo eyes at me for the last three months. Had it not been for the pervasive atmosphere of impending doom created by those damn sexual harassment seminars, I would have asked her out already.

Being a health hetero-sexual male, you know having a heart that beats and a penis that gets hard whenever it sees something it likes, I've awakened from more than one wet dream in which Teresa, Cheryl, and sometimes both Teresa and Cheryl, had climbed 'Mount Bruce' so they could slide down it's slippery slopes, re-climb it, and then do it again... and again... and again! Get the picture?

I gave them the standard greeting, "Hi!"

"Hello", they said almost at the same time. After which, first Teresa then Cheryl took turns hugging me.

"You smell absolutely wonderful!" Teresa exclaimed.

Innocently, I said, "I'm trying out a new cologne. Do you like it?"

Cheryl replied, "Oh yes! You smell great!"

As she began looking me up and down, I noticed that Cheryl's breathing seemed to be quickening.

I looked over at Teresa. It seemed to be having the same effect on her.

We all just stood there for a few moments looking at each other.

Teresa was wearing a short, sexy bronze three-string shimmer club wear dress. It had a deep plunging neckline, was bear in the back and had a him that started eight inches below her waistline. It looked to me then that she had on either pantyhose or full length stockings and a high garter-belt. On her feet she wore a pair of matching bronze three-inch high heels. It was a bra-less affair and she looked stunning in it!

Just as stunning was Cheryl. She was wearing a black microfiber wrap-around dress. It had a slight 'V' shaped hem at the top that curved around and down in the back half the distance between her shoulders and waist.

The bottom hem, which in the front was also in the shape of an upside 'V' and was so high I was pretty sure anyone at a distance or close to eye level would have seen the bottom of her panties. Visible just below the hem were two inches of her garter. Attached to that was a pair of black full length stockings. On her feet, she had a pair of three-inch black high heels. They made her look taller than she actually was.

"Sorry it took so long. Cheryl here couldn't find her favorite pair of earrings....again! Somehow they ended up rolled up in her stockings." Teresa said apologetically.

I was about to tell Teresa about the email when Cheryl yelled, "Oh crap!" distracting me.

"What's wrong?" Teresa asked.

With a concerned look, Cheryl exclaimed, "I was in such a hurry I didn't even bother to check them for runs before I put them on. Do you see any?"

I looked down at her lovely legs and I heard myself say, "Do I see any what?"

"Runs silly!" She said and giggled.

After looking again, only this time for runs, I told her, "Not on this side."

Smiling happily, she turned around and then bent over slightly. That's when I learned three things. First, there were no runs in Cheryl's stockings; that was good for her. Second, there was a three inch curved split hem in the bottom of her dress that was good for anyone who was looking. And lastly, but most importantly, I could see the crack of her ass which meant she wasn't wearing any panties, and that was very good for me!

Maybe she was in such a hurry she forgot to put them on? Yeah, and maybe I'm Howard Hughes long lost heir too!

But that's not what I was thinking at the time. What really went through my mind was... "OH MY GOD WHAT A GREAT LOOKING ASS!"

Wondering whether or not I was drooling, I said to her, "Nope, everything looks great to me!"

Teresa laughed.

"Cheryl, do you remember what I told you on the way over here?" I could hear a touch of annoyance in Teresa's voice.

Standing upright, Cheryl said to me, "Was my ass showing again?"

Thinking to myself, 'Again?' I told her truthfully, "Just a little."

Still etched in my mind the picturesque view of her beautiful bottom. I could see that Teresa was becoming impatient.

"Come on you two. We're already late for the party." Teresa said anxiously.

We headed to her car and I was going to sit in the back but before I could get there Cheryl ran ahead of me and opened the front passenger door. "Hop in."

Thinking she wanted the backseat to herself, I climbed in and waited for her to close the door. Instead, she began moving my way saying, "Scoot over Bruce. I don't want to sit back there all by myself."

I did and found myself sitting there sandwiched between the two of them. I was in heaven!

After Teresa backed out of my driveway, trying to make conversation, I asked, "If you don't mind telling me, what was it you said to her on the way over?"

Teresa smiled.

"I told her if she didn't behave herself you'd think we were a couple of perverts."

I looked down at her stocking covered legs. "I don't see anything perverted."

Cheryl giggled, "See, I told you he was okay. Didn't I?"

Changing the subject, I asked, "So tell me, where is this party we're going to?"

"It's at a friend's house out in Harris County." Teresa replied. Harris County is a separate rural municipality outside the city limits of Columbus.

Despite the fact that the car's air-conditioner had been running from the moment Teresa had started the engine, my cologne permeated the car. One look at the air-conditioner's settings told me why. It was on recycle meaning very little, if any outside air was getting in. Wondering what effect my cologne was having on the ladies, I looked at them one at a time. Even in the dark, I could tell that both Cheryl's and Teresa's eyes were glazed over. 'Interesting!' I thought to myself. 'I'd love to know what's going through their minds right now.'

Teresa turned the radio on and, after an uneventful ride; twenty minutes later we arrived at are destination.

It was a Colonial style house isolated deep in the woods about half a mile off the main road. There was a large two car garage on the front left side. Next to that was what appeared to be, from the outside, another equal sized garage but with one door instead of two.

On a slab to the left of the work-area was parked a 30' motor home. It looked to be perhaps twenty years old but was in excellent condition.

Teresa got out of the car first, followed by Cheryl and then me. The two women headed to the door. I stayed back purposely enjoying the view.

Teresa pushed the doorbell and about twenty seconds later, the door opened. The person who answered it was a woman.

Cheryl introduced her as our hostess, Kayla Burch.

Kayla had long brown hair, brown eyes and figure that she must have worked out regularly to maintain. Being 5'10" in height she was taller than the average woman. I guessed her to be about forty years of age.

That night she was dressed in three-inch tall black high-heels, sheer black thigh high stockings and a matching garter belt. On her hips was a black satin skirt that was so thin it was almost transparent. Above that, was a see-through black sleeveless blouse with a teardrop opening in the front. Beneath the blouse appeared to be a lacy black bra. On her neck was a short, silver chain necklace. Hanging down from the chain and resting just above the top of her blouse was a one-inch, oval black onyx stone resting in a silver setting. Around each wrist were matching thin silver chain bracelets.

After a brief introduction, Kayla said, "Come on in, the party's already started. Bruce, I'll get Alex to give you a quick tour of the place so you'll know where everything is. Don't hesitate asking for anything, my house is your house.."

I saw a man of perhaps forty-five walk up behind her. He had black hair, brown eyes, and was also about 5'10" inches tall. He was wearing matching blue shirt and pants. The man didn't look very muscular and, the paleness of his skin told me that either he didn't tan easily or worked indoors. There appeared to be no calluses on his hands which, in my mind, confirmed the later.

Kayla introduced them, "Bruce, this is my husband Alex. Alex this is Bruce. He works with Teresa and Cheryl."

After a few more pleasantries, I was taken inside and introduced to the other guests at the party, two women and two men.

There was Esmeralda Silva, a stunning beautiful dark complected thirty-eight year old Spanish woman. She had shinny long, wavy, black hair that went down almost to the crack of her ass. Esmeralda was wearing an emerald short-sleeve green dress. The dress had a one inch choker color and rectangular neckline in the front. I kept thinking to myself that I'd seen her somewhere before but couldn't place it. She told me that she was at the party alone.

Next there was couple, Annette Hurst and her date Gary Hull; they'd arrived at the party together.

The first thing that I noted about Annette was she liked to giggle a lot. She couldn't have weight more than 90 pounds fully clothed and soaking. She was 5'9" and about thirty-six years old. Her hips were as small as a twelve year old boy's and her waist even smaller. Annette had a beautiful face and had it not been for the obviously counterfeit tits she was sporting I have no doubt she could have been a supermodel. Her hair was sandy-blond and short. Her eyes were blue and she had perfect teeth. Covering her was a satin and lace sleeveless white dress with a modest neckline in the front. On her feet was a pair of white three inch leather high-heels. As she walked away from me after her introduction, I noticed the neckline in the back was not even close to modest. It went all the way down to the top of her ass and then an inch more beyond.

Gary, in stark contrast to Annette, was absolutely homely. He too was about 5'9" but I think he was a couple years older than she was. My guess is he was about forty-one or so. Gary was bald and, because he wore tented glasses, I couldn't tell what color his eyes were. Except for the black slacks and matching black short-sleeve shirt he had on, if you imagine an accountant out of one of those old 1950's movies, you'll have a pretty good picture of him.

Craig, who I was told came to the party by himself, was one of the least handsome men I've seen in my life. He had curly red hair, horrible freckles, high protruding cheek bones and a slight pot belly. His slacks were navy blue and his shirt white. Had it not been for his voice, which was so deep that I'm sure the women who'd heard it but had never met him found sexy, I'd say that he reminded me a pudgy version of Howdy Dowdy.

The tour followed. Alex told me that what I'd thought was a second garage was really his workshop but conspicuously didn't show it to me.

When the tour was over, I was led back to the living-room to the other guests.

The television was on. Alex must have noticed me looking at it. He explained, "Annette is in a commercial for one of the local car dealerships. It premiers tonight and I thought everybody would get a kick out of seeing it."

The picture on the screen faded leading into a commercial break. "Here it comes, he announced!"

Annette appeared on the screen wearing a tight fitting bikini that made her massive mammaries look even bigger. She was standing in the back of a pickup truck doing jumping jacks. As the camera panned in close and focused on her bouncing boobs, the announcer began speaking. "Looking for REALLY BIG DEALS? If you're looking for HUGE SAVINGS, then Bi-City Worldwide Used Cars is the place for you. We'll do anything to get your business. Isn't that right Cherry?" "That's right Annette answered in a labored breath. A small window, about a third of the screen appeared in the upper left right corner of the television. It began cycling through photos of cars and the prices. The announcer continued, "And if you think they look great now, wait until you see what's under the hood."

The room erupted with laughter. Suddenly, the screen changed. One of that television station's newscasters, a man named 'Chip' something, began speaking...

"Are we live?" A woman's voice answered, "Yes."

The man began speaking, "We interrupt our regularly scheduled broadcast to read the following bulletin from the National Aeronautics and Space Administration...

'Two clusters of asteroids will impact the earth between the hours of 7:27 and 11:58 pm eastern standard time.

The first cluster contains a group of an estimated 125 asteroids of which all but one is smaller than 40 meters in diameter. The smaller ones are expected to be destroyed when they enter the earth's atmosphere. The remaining asteroid is estimated to be 45 meters in diameter and will impact the earth somewhere in mainland China, however, the exact location of that impact cannot be estimated at this time.

The second cluster of asteroids, while smaller in number, contains one 2 kilometer wide asteroid. At 11:58 pm eastern standard time, the larger asteroid will impact somewhere in the south-east United States. The resulting collision will create an extinction level event.'"

Chapter Four - "Ratfuck!"

We had just been told that the world as we knew it was coming to an end.

After he finished reading the press release, the announcer put down the paper he was holding and asked, "Tom, do we have anything else from NASA?" There was a short pause during which his eyes appeared to be searching in front of him. "Hey, where did he go?" An unseen female voice called out, "The same place we all are, home to be with our families!"

"That's just great! I can't believe you're all going to leave me here alone. You know I don't have anyone to go home to!" It was a well known fact that the man was considered one of the city's most eligible bachelors.

Coldly, a man's voice yelled. "Ask Mei if she'll stay with you. She's been trying to get your attention ever since she started working here."

A frumpy, but not unattractive, thirty year old young Asian woman walked into camera view and sat down in the empty chair next to him. She was wearing blue jeans and a tight fitting orange blouse that made her breasts look larger than they probably were. She said to him, "I'll stay here with you if you want; I don't have anyone waiting for me at home either."

Static filled the television screen for a second. From what I could see, it looked as if 'Chip' and Mei were embracing. The static cleared a bit, 'Chip' and Mei were kissing. More static, this time worse than before. When it cleared again, she was nude from the waist up and 'Chip' was sucking her right breast. She was saying something but the static was so bad I couldn't tell what it was.

I thought to myself, 'It took the end of the world but we've finally got something worth watching on broadcast television!'

Cheryl called out, "See if the reception is any better on another channel."

Kayla pressed a button on the remote control she was holding in her right hand. A woman I recognized as another local television news anchor, I think her name was 'Mindy', appeared on the screen. The static on that station was heavy but at least I could make out what she was saying. "I repeat, the first asteroid impacted the earth in China one minute and ten seconds ago totally destroying city of Hong Kong. The loss of life is estimated to be in excess of 7 million. According to the bulletin just released by the National Aeronautics and Space Administration, as the second asteroid moves closer to the earth, we can expect the electronic interference we are having to continue to grow."

"Hey, anybody got a dial tone on their cell phone? Mine's dead!" It was Annette.

Alex picked up the phone, listened for a second. "The land lines are dead too. Hey, where are you going?" It was directed at Gary. At the same time, Alex picked up his laptop. From where I was sitting, it looked like he was trying to get on the Internet.

"To see if my car will start." He replied and then disappeared out the front door.

Meanwhile, on the television, the anchor woman continued. "What do you mean 'Try to remain calm'?" She appeared to be talking to someone off screen. "Are you out of your mind? Where have you been for the last fifteen minutes? The world's coming to a fucking end!" The voice from off screen said something to her in reply but I couldn't make it out. Static or not, her response was as clear as a bell. "Fuck me! Why you ignorant son-of-a-bitch! If you hadn't been so timidly shy I'd have fucked you a long time ago. What do you think of that Jack?" I couldn't hear the response. I could hear what she said back though, "You're not shy? Then prove it!"

A tall very dark skinned man stepped in front of the camera and moved in her direction. He walked around the announcer's table, spun her around in the chair. Then, in one swift motion, picked Mindy up and set her on the table. After stepping forward between her legs, he pulled up her dress. Mindy unfastened his pants and pulled down his zipper. The man then pushed Mindy onto her back, raised her legs by the ankles and placed them on his shoulders. Next, he yanked her panties up and off her completely causing her to be naked below the waist. Filled with lust, Mindy frantically pulled down Jack's pants and underwear at the same time revealing his massive erection.

Seeing it, Mindy cried out, "WAIT!"

Jack ignored her. Instead, he pushed Mindy's ankles straight up into the air, pulling them wide apart as he did.

"NOT YET..!" She screamed. It was a sentence she failed to finish because, like a man busting through a door, Jack rammed his cock inside her as far as he could.

The camera panned in; there was a look of astonishment on her face.

Before she could say anything else, he started fucking her wildly.

The camera moved again for a close-up shot between her legs. It showed Jack's cock sliding in and out of her already wet her pussy.

Mindy moaned in response.

"Wow!" Someone at the party exclaimed. It sounded like Teresa.

The Civil Defense logo filled the screen and was immediately followed by static. Kayla pressed a button on the remote again. I assumed she was changing the station. The static didn't go away.

After about two minutes, Alex said to her, "Honey, I think that’s all we're going to get. Why don't you turn it off?"

She did. He came over and hugged her.

About that time, Gary came walking back in the front door.

"My car's toast. I guess we can forget about going anywhere."

Alex informed Gary, "The Internet is down too."

"Ratfuck!" Gary said, in apparent disgust. He sat back down on the couch next to Esmeralda, "That really blows!"

Putting an arm around him comfortingly, Esmeralda asked, "Why, did you have someone special to you wanted say goodbye to?" Her full name was Esmeralda Silva. She was already there when I arrived.

"No just my boss." Gary replied flatly.

Curious, Alex inquired, "What could be important enough to make you want to spend your last moments alive talking to him?"

"I just wanted to tell him how cheated I feel now that I won't have the pleasure of going postal on his ass Monday!" There was a dead silence while everybody looked at him. We were all trying to make up our minds whether or not he was serious. Then, spontaneously, the room erupted in laughter.

Craig asked somberly, "Anyone want to pray?"

Kayla said scenically, "Sure. Just tell me what deity is going to stop the asteroid and I'll pray, dance or go down on him if I have to."

"Or her!" Alex interjected.

She continued, "Alright, or her right now if it would help!"

Then Teresa said to no one in particular, "Does anyone here have any regrets?"

"Besides not being able to go postal on my boss?" Gary asked sarcastically.

Frowning, "Yes, Gary, besides going postal on your boss."

While he was thinking, Teresa said to me, "What about you Bruce, do you have any regrets?"

"I never got to eat at a Howard Johnson's." I replied.

Laughing, Gary said, "There are a lot more interesting things I can think of to do than eat there."

"I'm talking about the restaurant, not the hotel." I said seriously.

Attentively, Teresa insisted, "Are you seriously going to regret that?"

"Believe it or not, yes."

She prompted, "Tell us about it."

"When I was a boy, my father was in the army. As a result, I spent most of the first six years of my life living in Germany. Then he got orders to go to Vietnam and, the rest of my family had to go live in Maryland. Because my mother didn't drive, other than the occasional holiday with my aunts and uncles, we didn't get to go out and eat like a normal family does.

In those days, Howard Johnson's used to advertise heavily on television and, the food looked so good that one of the things I told myself I'd do before I died was eat at a Howard Johnson's restaurant."

When I finished, Esmeralda interjected, "That sounds more like a desire than a regret."

Teresa was willing to compromise, "I guess you could say it's both."

Esmeralda answered, "Rather than focusing on the negative, why don't we talk about something positive like our desires, fantasies and the like?"

"What for? We can't do anything about them now. What good would it do?" Inquired Cheryl.

Alex countered, "That's not necessarily true. Anything is possible. How will you know until you share them?"

"I guess you're right." Cheryl replied.

Impulsively, Esmeralda asked me, "Do you have any other fantasies?"

"There is one but it's kind of personal." I told her honestly.

Teresa replied, "What is it?"

I hesitated for a moment.

"I don't know, some of you might find it offensive."

Taking the lead, Kayla asked, "By personal, do you mean it's something sexual?"

I nodded.

Kayla spoke up. "Don't worry about that. We're all very open minded here. Aren't we?"

Alex said, "You'd be surprised if I told you what it takes to offend me." After which Gary stated, "As long as it doesn't involve animals or fish, I'm cool." That seemed to be the general consensus.

Teresa asked, "Does it involve a male or a female?"

"Do you promise you won't be offended if I tell you?"

To my elation, she replied, "It takes a lot to offend me and, since we're all going to be dead tomorrow, I don't see why I should change that now."

I decided she was right and told them.

"Not one female... two!"

As if a chorus, all four women asked, "Two?"

Alex said, "Not too ambitious is he?" I didn't quite know how to take it.

Teresa gave him an evil look, "Do I know either of them?"

"You know them both. In fact, you work with one of them."

Esmeralda must have been becoming impatient because she looked at the clock on the wall and then said to me, "Oh come on Bruce. Time's running out. Just go ahead and say it. You've been fantasying about having a three-way with Teresa and Cheryl. Am I right or wrong?"

Okay, so I'll ask you. Given the same circumstances, what would you say?

Chapter Five - "Revelations"

Esmeralda a had just said to me, "Just go ahead and say it. You've been fantasying about having a three-way with Teresa and Cheryl, right?"

Before I could answer, Teresa said to Kayla, "It's not fair for you to ask Bruce to share his private fantasies with us unless were all willing to do the same thing."

"I'll do it if you will!" Esmeralda retorted.

Alex looked at her and said, "Why don't you start things off then?"

"Fine, I've always wondered what it would be like to fuck you Gary." She replied.

He said back to her, "Funny, I was wondering the same thing."

"You've been wondering what it would be like to fuck yourself?" That was Cheryl.

Esmeralda laughed, "No dumb-ass, he was talking about fucking me."

"I was kidding!"

I remember thinking, 'I hope she really isn't that dumb!'

"And you Kayla? What dark fantasy have you been hiding away in that dirty mind of yours?" It was Alex.

"I'd like to know if that bulge in Craig's pants is a big as it looks."

Humbly Craig announced, "It is. Would you like to take it for a ride?"

"Yes, I think I would." Our hostess confessed.

Teresa turned to Alex and asked, "How do you feel about that Alex?"

"If that's what she wants I have no problem with it." Then he looked at his wife and said, "You're not the only one who's been secretly lusting after someone else."

"Really? Is it anybody I know?" She inquired.

Before he could answer, Esmeralda interrupted, "I'll bet I can tell you who it is!"

"Do tell. Who do you think it is?" Alex said coyly.

Esmeralda pointed, "Annette. Am I right?"

"What makes you think that?" Kayla asked.

As if it were something everyone had seen, Esmeralda answered, "Because he's had his eyes on her tits from the moment she walked in the door."

Annette seemed flattered, "Is she telling the truth Alex? Have you been undressing me with your eyes all night long?"

"If I said yes, would you be offended?"

To which she responded, "Would you if I told you I like having an audience?"

"Does the size of the audience matter?" It answered her question.

She shook her head no.

Teresa looked at me and said, "Well, it's your turn now. Go ahead, answer the question. Is Esmeralda right?"

It was then that Cheryl asked, "Hey, has anyone here ever actually been in a three-way? I'd been dying to try one."

It wasn't the best choice of words.

Kayla and Craig didn't answer. They had gotten up and were heading to what I think was the master bedroom. Neither did Esmeralda and Cary, they were headed in the direction of one of the guest bedrooms. I didn't see where Alex and Annette disappeared to.

"I think they've all left us!" I pointed out.

Teresa looked at Cheryl, "You never told me you wanted to have a three-way! Who have you been thinking about?"

"A couple of people at work." She replied nonchalantly.

Seemingly astonished, Teresa asked, "Why didn't you tell me?"

When Cheryl didn't answer, Teresa repeated her question, "Cheryl, why didn't you tell me?"

"BECAUSE YOU'RE ONE OF THEM! ALRIGHT? THERE, I SAID IT. ARE YOU HAPPY NOW?" Cheryl yelled at her.

Teresa smiled and said, "Yes because now I can tell you that's also been a fantasy of mine. Now tell me who the other one is."

Cheryl leaned over and whispered something Teresa's ear. "That's what I thought, me too." Teresa said in response.

The sound of female voices moaning began to fill the air. As the mental images of couples fucking began appearing in my mind, I started getting an erection.

Teresa got up and walked around the couch until she was standing behind me.

Placing her hands to the side of my face, she gently pulled my head back until I was looking up at her. Then, leaning very closely she whispered, "Do you want to tell us now whether Esmeralda was right?"

"Yes." I replied.

She kissed me on the forehead and asked , "Yes what?"

I head Cheryl get up from the couch but couldn't tell where she was going.

"Yes to both." I replied.

Hearing my words, Teresa placed her lips upon my mouth and began kissing me erotically. As our tongues intertwined, I felt fingers working to unfasten my belt. Not more than two seconds later, the same unseen hands were unsnapping my pants and pulling down my zipper.

I tensed up. "Relax! It's just me." I heard Cheryl's voice say from between my legs.

When I raised my buttocks off the couch, she pulled down my pants and underpants with them.

Released from the confines of my clothing, my manhood pushed its way upward in her direction.

Meanwhile, Teresa who had been unbuttoning my shirt opened began running her hands softly over my chest.

As her right palm held my manhood stationary, Cheryl's tongue began rolling up and down the underside of my cock.

Teresa's hands left my chest. Out of the corners of my eyes I could see that she was using them to slip the straps of her dress over her shoulders.

I reached up and pulled Teresa further forward so I could take her right breast into my mouth.

"OEW!" Moaned Teresa when I began sucking on her nipple causing it to become fully erect.

Something soft, wet and warm surrounded the tip of my cock. It was Cheryl's lips. She was sucking me into her mouth.

"Let's all move to the floor where we'll have more room." Suggested Teresa.

While Teresa was retracing her steps around the couch, Cheryl stood up and took four steps backward. Then she removed her dress and threw it in my direction.

Posing for me, she asked, "Do you like?"

I stood up, stepping out of my pants as I did and moved towards her. When I was close enough to touch her, I pulled her to me and slid my hard-on between her legs.

"What do you think?" I asked, holding her ass firmly in the palms of my hands. In response, she opened her legs and surrounded my shaft with the furrow of her womanhood. Her hips began moving to and from and, it wasn't long until the lust from her loins had lubricated the top of my shaft.

There was a sound reminiscent of bags of clothing landing on the floor behind me. Hearing them, Cheryl put both arms around me and stepped forward. I moved my left foot in an attempt to keep my balance but it got caught on some unseen obstacle. The next thing I know I was laying flat on my back with Cheryl landing on top of me. The couch cushions were beneath me.

I couldn't see where Teresa was at the time.

My cock was still between Cheryl's legs but instead of mounting me as I expected, she just lay there breathing in my cologne as if intoxicated by it. Her eyes closed and I could tell from the way her nipples were hardening against my chest that she was overcome becoming filled with lust.

Burning with desire, she placed her lips on mine. Our mouths opened and our tongues met in the first primal joining of our bodies. To my surprise, though I didn't think it possible, my erection began throbbing and I knew it had gotten even harder.

No woman had ever had that kind of effect on me and it was a totally new experience for me.

Something soft grabbed my manhood, pulling it gently upright.

"UMMPH!" I grunted. The additional contact was unexpected.

"It's me. I couldn't resist it anymore!" Explained Teresa and then went back to licking the top of my cock like a lollypop. After a few seconds, she paused long enough to say, "See if you can think of something else."

Attempting to do just that, I focused on Cheryl's warm tongue and began rubbing her cushy ass cheeks with the palms of my hands.

At first, Teresa's tongue was a little more than a minor, albeit enjoyable, distraction. But a few seconds later I felt her place one hand at the base of my cock and grip it firmly heightening my pleasure. I didn't have long to think about it because she Immediately engulfed my fleshy knob in her warm inviting mouth. While I felt what I assumed was her other hand begin stroking my shaft, Teresa tightened her lips and she began moving them up and down the full length of my throbbing hard-on causing me to grunt unexpectedly. I began having trouble concentrating.

I decided to focus my attention elsewhere. I broke my kiss with Cheryl and quickly lowered my head until my mouth was so close to her left breast I could almost touch it with my tongue. She bent forward pushing her breast into my open mouth. As I took it inside and began sucking, Cheryl quivered slightly atop me. Wondering what her reaction would be, I carefully took her nipple between my teeth and gently pulled on it, then let go. She moaned in response.

I'd had forgotten how arousing it was to enjoy a woman's nipple while something silky smooth like a mouth or pussy was sliding up and down on my dick. Instead of taking my mind off of what Teresa was doing, it only made it worse. Changing breasts and hearing Cheryl moan once more as a result didn't help any either.

"No! Don't stop!" Cheryl protested when I decided to change tactics and lifted her by the waist and until she was practically sitting on my face.

Before she could say anything else, I probed her honey pot with my tongue for her love button.

When I found it, Cheryl exclaimed, "Ahhh!"

Holding her firmly about the hips, I licked my way back down the bottom of her love portal and back again. She was already wet and I could taste her juices.

"Hey, that's cheating Cheryl! You're getting ahead of me!" Teresa called to us enviously. She was still stroking my manhood when she'd said it.

Tauntingly, Cheryl boasted, "I'll bet I get there before you do!"

"Ummph!" I called out suddenly through clenched teeth causing Cheryl to ask, "What was that?"

"That was just me." Teresa confessed.

Curiosity getting the best of her, Cheryl looked over her shoulder to see what was going on. From my vantage point, all I could see was a close of view of her short curly pubic hairs, which by the way, were tickling my nose!

Had she asked, I could have told her what was happening. Teresa had stopped licking my man-meat like a penis-pop and then, about three seconds later, I felt her stockings rubbing against my upper thighs. The lustful grunt I made had been in response to her impaling herself on me. From the angle her body was descending, I was pretty sure Teresa was facing away from me.

"Hey, don't wear him out before I get a chance to..." Cheryl stopped suddenly in mid-sentence. Her concentration was broken when I fluttered my tongue lightly over her clit. "Stop that!" She insisted.

I asked, "What? You mean this?"

I did it again for several seconds more and then asked, "Or this?" and then I ran my tongue up and down the furrow of her love canal. She responded with, "Ahhh! Shit!"

"Ahhh? Shit?" I asked playfully. "What kind of answer is that?"

Teresa, who was still bouncing her way to erotic ecstasy, laughed causing her inside to clinch me tightly when she did. "What's wrong Cheryl? Why don't you answer him? Cat got your tongue?"

I explained, "No, my tongue has got her cat!" Then I pressed my mouth directly onto Cheryl's pussy and said into it, "Here Kitty, Kitty, Kitty!"

She must have liked it because Cheryl call out...

"OEW! Do that again!"

So I did.

She purred like a kitten.

While that was going on, surprisingly aroused and lubricated, Teresa was taking her time sliding down my pleasure pole.

"Ahhh!" She cried out incoherently when I unexpectedly raised my hips sending the rest of my shaft up inside her.

There are few things in life that will put more sexual pressure on a man to perform than attempting to please multiple women at one time. I had one woman on my face and another one on my crotch. Trust me when I say, no matter who you are, if you ever find yourself in that position, you soon discover how important it is to stay focused and maintain control of the situation. If you don't, you'll end up with a couple of extremely horny, very pissed off wildcats on your hands... or as in my case mouth and dick! Having said that, believe me when I tell you I knew I had to do something fast to break Teresa's concentration or she'd have me cumming sooner than either her or Cheryl would have been satisfied with.

So, I waited for her to raise her body again, and when all that was left of me inside her was an inch, just as she started to lower herself again, I trust quickly shoving my rigid member deep inside her as far as I could. Even though I wasn't rough, her whole body shook from the impact.

Next, I lowered my midsection until our two pelvis's no longer made contact. About a third of me was still inside her. While I waited to see if Teresa would take the bait, I let my tongue flutter on Cheryl's clit like the wings of a bumble bee buzzing against a window. She gasped in response.

Unaware of the trap I'd laid for her, Teresa dropped her weight in an attempt to re-impale herself on my love-stick.

Before she'd even taken an inch of me, I thrust my lubricated pleasure pole as far inside her as I could and held it there!

With my face buried in Cheryl's snatch, I was unable to see any part of Teresa's body. Quickly, I reached out with both hands and blindly probed hoping to find Teresa's arms.

The first thing I touched I was sure was ankle; then came calve. I reached up from there and found naked thigh and from there waist. To keep her distracted, I pulled out and then let her have my manhood again. Resting on her thighs I found what I'd been hunting for, her wrists. I grasped them both suddenly and quickly pulled both of them towards me. She was forced to lean backwards.

As I held her in that position, I lowered my hips allowing my rod to slip half way out of her. This new angle made my cock rub directly against her g-spot. Teresa jerked suddenly.

I ordered my hips to begin automatically moving slowly up and down. Teresa's entire body quivered each time I they did.

Experimentally, I decided to see if I could synchronize the movements of my hips with the movements of my tongue on Cheryl's clit.

Sooner than I expected, Cheryl began a song of moans that was so erotically arousing that it my heart beat racing faster than I thought possible. Then again, perhaps it was that about the same time, Teresa began riding my cock with all the savagery of a wild woman in heat?

Faster and faster she went. Just when I was almost to the verge of orgasm, she stopped and froze. It couldn't have been more than two seconds and then...

"AHHHEEE!" She screamed! It was a high pitched almost blood curtly scream and, I knew she was cumming.

Once it was over she rolled off of me and onto the floor beside us. 'Thank God!' I thought to myself. 'It couldn't have happened at a better time. I was just about to cum.'

My respite didn't last long though. No sooner had Teresa dismounted me than did Cheryl turn stand up, turned around, and then remounted me in a sixty-nine position.

The way she was using her tongue told me that she was trying to lick me clean and keep me aroused at the same time.

The problem was, it was working all too well!

I needed another distraction so I wrapped my arms around her waist, put my mouth right on her pussy and resumed giving her click tongue lashes as fast as I could.

It backfired! Instead of getting her attention, she attacked me like a starving succubus would male prey. Her mouth hungrily devoured my erection as she fed on me as if trying to suck every ounce of sexual energy from by body.

My mind struggled to figure out some way to get her attention off my dick. Then it hit me. 'It worked before, why not try it again?'

I hurriedly pressed my mouth directly onto Cheryl's pussy and said into it once more, "Here Kitty, Kitty, Kitty!" I made sure that her clit vibrated when I did.

"Cheater!" She protested.

I thought to myself, 'Yeah, but it worked. Wait to you see what I do next!'

I sucked her inflamed clit into my own mouth and began humming the 'Star Spangled Banner'.

Teresa, who'd recovered by then, started laughing hysterically.

Cheryl wasn't. She was too busy between panting and moaning to do anything else.

Right about the tenth bar into my erotic symphony, the tingling in my pleasure prong disappeared and I decided it was time to finish her off.

I suggested, "Come up here. I want to tell you something."

She took the hint and flipped around into a cowgirl position.

Before Cheryl could mount me properly, I said something to her in such a low whisper I was sure she couldn't possibly have heard.

She bent forward a little.

"What did you say?"

In the same low tone, I said it again.

Cheryl bent forward even more leaving her almost in a reverse missionary position. I raised my hips placing the head of my cock at the entrance of her vagina, grabbed her by the hips. I quickly drove myself into her and said in a phony Spanish accent, "Say hello to my little friend!"

I didn't even give her a chance to respond. Instead, I started fucking her like a rooster in a hen-house... fast and furiously. At the same time, I bent forward and took her left breast in my mouth and began sucking it.

The bug-eyed look on her face told me I'd caught her off guard.

Cheryl looked over at Teresa, who was laughing so hard now she was almost in tears.

"Are you just going to sit there and watch?" Cheryl inquired of her friend.

Between laughter, Teresa asked...

"Want me to go get one of Kayla's strap-ons and fill both holes for you?"

"UMMM!" Cheryl grunted lustfully, then replied, "HELL NO!"

The tingle-ling in the head of my cock had grown into a buzzing and I could feel my penis swelling inside her. Sensing that I was close to cumming, I held her hips tightly and began fucking frantically.

"FUCK MEEE!" She pleaded.

My response was to shove her upwards. Holding her there by placing my left hand on her abdomen, I reached between her legs with my right hand, found her clit with my thumb, and began rubbing it as fast as I could.

She gasped and then went into one long, breathless silent orgasm. I soon followed her by shooting jet after jet of my seed inside her.

I kept massaging her clit and didn't stop until she reached down and pulled my hand away. Sexually sated and physically exhausted, Cheryl collapsed her nude body on top of me.

About ten minutes later, Cheryl suggested we check and see if the shower was free. It was and, since showering with two beautiful women had always been one of my other fantasies, I didn't have to be asked twice when they asked me to scrub their backs.

It didn't take long before I had another hard-on. Round two took place right there in the shower.

When it was over and I realized that our time was running out, my first thought was, 'What a way to go!'

Chapter Six - "Reality"

We were all gathered sitting semi-circle on in the living-room floor. Nobody was dressed, but nobody seemed to mind either. I know I didn't.

According to the clock on the right side of the television, it was 11:50 pm. I had been there almost three hours. Every tick it made told me that my time was running out.

Teresa and Cheryl had me sandwiched in between them. Teresa was on my left side, Cheryl on my right. Their heads were leaning on my shoulder for support. I had one arm wrapped around each of them touching a breast. Each hand was gently rubbing tiny circles around the nipple closest to it.

Just a few minutes earlier I had been busily fucking, sucking and licking the both of them with a feeling of freedom and abandonment the likes of which I never previously had known. I was physically tired, sexually sated and more content than at any time before in my life. If I had to die, I was going to die happy.

Anxiously, all eyes were glued anxiously to the clock to the right of the television.

When the clocked changed to 11:52, Teresa said to me, "That was some great role-playing you did tonight! Did you study acting?"

Cheryl added, "Yeah! You even had me convinced."

That's when I realized that no one else seemed, nervous, apprehensive or concerned in the slightest. Which, considering that the world was about to come to an end, seemed damned strange. It was at that point I became suspicious and began to wonder what was going on.

The clock rolled over to 11:53.

Confused, I turned to Teresa.

"What the devil are you talking about?"

Annette chimed in, "She's right. That was some performance you put on. I've seen some good actors in my day but you deserve an academy award for the performance you gave tonight. It was really good!"

"Acting? What acting?" Then I finally realized what Teresa had said to me a minute before. "Did you say role-playing?" I asked.

That's when I heard Cheryl say, "Uh Oh!"

Suddenly, it was as if someone on my side of the room had just farted. Not a sound could be heard. When I looked around, I could see that everyone else was staring in our direction. Our being Teresa, Cheryl's and mine. They all, including Teresa and Cheryl had a look of shock on their faces.

"Bruce, didn't Teresa tell you what kind of party this is?" Kayla asked pointedly.

Defensively, Teresa insisted, "Of course I did! I sent him two emails. The first said when the party was, the second one explained everything in great detail. Also, Esmeralda, Gary and I vetted him in the usual way."

"Vetted? Emails? I only got one email from you, not two!" Then I thought about it and I remembered the printed hard-copy I'd shoved in my pants pocket on the way out the door. "Wait a minute, did you say one email explained everything?" I reached into my pocket, removed the printout and handed it to her. "Is this it?"

After unfolding and examining it, Teresa said to me, "Yes. You didn't read it; did you?"

"No." I confessed. "It came in five minutes before you and Cheryl showed up. I barely had time to print it out. I intended to read it on the way over here but I got..." I stammered... "distracted!"

Somebody laughed. It was one of the men.

Esmeralda asked Teresa, "You mean he doesn't know what's going on?" Teresa replied, "Apparently not!" and then, like a teenage girl, Cheryl exclaimed, "Awkward!"

Craig laughed. Kayla gave him a 'dirty look'.

I thought to myself, 'Considering the world is coming to an end, what's the big deal?' Then I said aloud what I had been thinking.

Ignoring me, Kayla looked at the clock and then said in a most serious tone of voice, "Ladies, you've got about nine minutes to explain it to him." I think Kayla was talking to Teresa and Cheryl but I wasn't sure. What I could tell was that she was more than little annoyed at the time. For the life of me, I didn't know why. Did the fact that we were all about to die just hit her? Come to think of it, given the circumstances everyone else seemed astonishingly calm.

Obviously embarrassed, although for the life of me I didn't know why at the time, Teresa said to me, "Bruce there's been a terrible mix up."

Craig interjected, "That's an understatement!" It earned him another 'dirty look' from Kayla.

I was confused.

"Huh?", I asked.

Teresa continued, "You don't know what kind of party this is, do you?"

"A pretty damn good one, I'd say. I don't know about you but I've had a great time. Hell, I can't think of a better way to spend my last moments on earth. Didn't you all enjoy it?" I replied.

Both Teresa and Cheryl answered together, "Fantastic!"

"Me too!" Echoed various voices both male and female from throughout the room.

I glanced at the clock. Another minute had gone by.

Cheryl stated boldly, "It's a swinger's party, Bruce!"

I was surprised. Considering what was about to happen to us, I didn't understand why they all thought it mattered and was just as confused as before.

"So?" I said.

Cheryl tried to explain, "It's a themed swingers' party."

I still wasn't following her. The second hand on the clock continued ticking. My heart began racing.

Someone yelled impatiently, "Oh, just tell him damn it!"

Teresa exclaimed, "It's an End of the World party."

I thought to myself, 'Of course it's an End of the World party! Every party going on is an End of the World party. The world is about to come to an end. '

Then I realized what she was saying.

"Wait a minute! Are you trying to tell me that we're..." I began.

Teresa finished my sentence for me, "Not going to die? That's right Bruce and neither is the world going coming to an end."

I looked over at Kayla for an explanation...

"But the news broadcasts? I saw you change the channel on the television. Two different stations said the same thing!"

Kayla replied, "Actually, what you saw me do was change chapters on a DVD. We had it made up especially for the party tonight. As for what you saw, it was all fake."

"Are you trying to tell me those sets were fake?"

Alex picked up from there. "Oh no. They were real alright. I got them both in my workshop. Want to see them?"

"Hell yes I want to see them!" I said disbelievingly.

Less than thirty seconds later, I along with all the other men were standing in his workshop. Sure enough, just as he'd said there would be were two television news sets. I noticed that the ladies were conspicuously absent.

"But how?" I asked. "And what about the broadcasters I saw? I recognized both of them!"

At that very moment, the ladies filed in behind us.

Annette's concerto voice responded, "Everyone you saw is a member of our club. As for the sets, every other year the stations change out their news sets. Usually, they throw the old ones away. This year, there were donated to the club. You know, at first we didn't know quite what to do with them. We all knew they had to be good for something, we just didn't know what. Then, after you took Teresa to see 2012 and she saw the newscasts in the movie, she came up with the idea to have an 'End of the World' party."

I looked at Teresa, she was smiling.

Kayla said insistently, "Let's all go back into the living room and finish sorting this out."

I started by reading the email printout. No sooner had I finished reading than Teresa said to me, "Bruce, I'm terribly sorry about the mix up. I swear I honestly thought you knew what kind of party we were taking you to."

"Well, that's a relief. At least we're not going to die." When I looked at Teresa, I could see Cheryl was whispering something to her. Whatever it was, Teresa shook her head no in response.

Impatiently, Cheryl proclaimed, "Oh hell! If you won't ask him than I will. Tell me Bruce, did you have a good time or not?"

I reflected on the night's events for a moment. The only bad thing that happened was my thinking everyone was going to die when we weren't. Other than that, I'd had the best time of my life and, even though I would have ever thought it possible, a long time fantasy of mine had become a reality. So, there really wasn't anything for me to complain about.

"I had a great time, how about you two?" I said.

"Fantastic!" said Cheryl. "Wonderful!" exclaimed Teresa, and then she asked, "Would you like to do it again sometime?"

The idea of swinging had never occurred to me before. Oh, to be sure, I had had my fantasies about two women. That goes without saying. I supposed if someone had asked that same question before the that night, I probably wouldn't have known how to answer them. However, being reminded how short life can be had changed my view of a few things... particularly social taboos.

"I'd love to!" I answered. There was still one thing I wanted to know though. "What did you mean you vetted me?"

Teresa answered, "Do you remember the other couple at the restaurant during our last date?"

"Yes. I'll never forget the way that couple was making out that night."

She asked, "Did anyone here look familiar when you arrived?"

"Now that you mention it, I did have a feeling when I got here that I'd seen Esmeralda before."

Esmeralda got walked over in front of Gary, got down on her knees, turned away from me, and as she began moving her head up and down, asked, "Does this look familiar?"

A light bulb went off over my head!

"You were the couple in the restaurant that night!"

Esmeralda explained, "We were trying to determine how open minded you were."

With a perplexed look on her face, Teresa asked, "Just out of curiosity, what did you think I meant when I said this was a 'European Style' club I went to for a little 'Fun and Games'?"

"I thought it was a private club where you all liked Euro Beat music and socialized together."

Craig laughed, "You're half right, we do a lot of socializing here."

Teresa ignored him, "So you didn't know that a European Style club is a swinger's club where everyone is required to be clothing free by a certain time and that 'Fun and Games' is a euphemism for sexual activity?"

"Nope."

I could tell she was thinking. "So when I said 'Party House', you were thinking a house where people have parties and not non-membership swinger's club, right?"

"That's right. So what did you mean by 'Arts'?"

She explained, "Arts' is another word for fetishes."

The light over my head went off again.

"So when you said that Annette, likes 'Greek' you were really talking about..." I hesitated.

Annette insisted. "You can say it, anal sex."

"Cheryl's showing off her 'French' was a reference to her oral skills?" I asked.

Teresa answered, "Yes, and for future reference, 'Indoor Sports' are swinging activities. 'Clean' meant that we are all free of sexually transmitted diseases; and when, I said the amenities were 'Safe' I meant that Kayla and Alex keep them sterile. The word 'Party' has many meanings depending on what context it's being used. Then there's what you normally think of... a social gathering. If used by a prostitute, it means sex for sale; and lastly, there's what I was referring to, swinging."

She had another question, "Remember asking me if we respected each other's limits? I thought you were talking about us taking 'NO' for an answer when it comes to sex. What were you talking about?"

"Oh that! I had a buddy of mine that thought just because he liked to get drunk so did anyone with him." I explained.

Thinking about our phone conversation, I had a revelation and laughed.

"I just got it!"

Teresa asked, "Got what?"

"What you meant when you asked me if I felt like 'partying like there's no tomorrow.' It was a reference to the 'End of the World' party you were taking me to."

Not only had Teresa and I not been on the same page, we weren't even reading the same book!

"If I had read that email when it came in, some of this confusion could have been avoided." I pointed out.

Kayla asked, "If you had, would you still have come?"

Teresa and Cheryl were looking at me waiting for my response.

"Yes, I think I would." I said looking at them.

Alex proclaimed, "In that case I say 'No Harm, No Foul' and 'Welcome To The Club'."

"Don't you want to take a vote on it or something?" I asked, surprised at the speed of his decision.

I didn't expect him to say, "The ladies did that while we were in the workshop. The vote was unanimous!"

I really didn't know what to say.

For about an hour, we all sat and talked. By 1:00 the party was over and Teresa, Cheryl and I left. They both started getting really fidgety on the ride to my house. I asked them why.

"Don't you know?" Teresa asked as if was a stupid question.

I replied, "No. I don't."

"It's your cologne."

I asked, "Didn't it all come off in the shower?"

Like an animal in heat, Cheryl leaned over, put her face next to my neck and began smelling me.

She cooed. "No. It's still on your clothes."

To which Teresa added...

"Not to mention the car is full of it!"

Confused, I said, "I don't get it."

Teresa asked me what the name of the cologne was. I told her. She asked me where I got it. I told her that too. She laughed and explained. According to her, the magic elixir Clara had hounded me into buying contained enough pheromones to make a herd of female elephants horny.

I apologized, "I'm sorry. I didn't know."

"Oh, that's alright. But you're not going to get off that easy. I hope you're up for another round because, as soon as we get back to your place, that's exactly what you're going to get!" Teresa informed me.

Cheryl, who'd opened my zipper and was rubbing my manhood, said as she kissed my neck passionately, "He is!"

The erection in her hand was proof she knew what she was talking about.

After another round, we'd all showered together and then fell asleep on my bed. That must have been about three o'clock in the morning. On my left side lay Cheryl and on my right Teresa. Both had gone into the Land of Nod before me.

When I woke up the next morning, I noticed two things. One was the smell of bacon cooking, and the other was the feeling of a nice warm mouth sucking my already engorged manhood.

"Good morning!" It was Cheryl. "Teresa's cooking breakfast. She's got the bacon going and left me here to take care of the sausage. You don't mind do you?"

What was I going to say? No, stop that! How dare you take advantage of me that way? I don't think so! What I said was, "You know, you're not the only one who's hungry."

It took her a few seconds but, she got my meaning.

With my face between her legs, Cheryl was at a disadvantage. While she was being considerate of Teresa and trying not to make me cum, I having no such concerns, did my best to see how long I keep her writhing in orgasm before breakfast showed up. I lost count after three.

When Teresa walked in with our breakfast on a tray and saw what was happening, she decided to have her sausage a different way.

That was three years ago. Teresa, Cheryl and I all live together now. We don't swing any more. Instead, we changed our lifestyle to something less controversial and a little safer... polyamory!

The End

"Accidents Will Happen - Sweet Revenge"

Luv2K155 — Sun, 05 Jun 2011 01:21:10 UTC

"Accidents Will Happen - Sweet Revenge"

By Maximillian Excaliber

Teaser

"Please, Baby, fuck me now!"

I couldn't believe she had just said that to me. Hell, I still have trouble believing that Kelly, the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, and my childhood friend, was lying naked on my bed when she said it.

But wait, I am getting ahead of myself.

Chapter One "Coming Home"

You see, it all started last Friday when our bosses had thrown us one of those few bones that the Corporate Demi-Gods, in their infinite charity, bestow once in a while upon their lowly minions. They had decided to be magnanimous and let us off two hours early for the upcoming Christmas Holidays.

Kelly gave me the "Good News" while she drove us home, home being a house I had inherited from my grandmother and was sharing with Kelly, her low-life boyfriend Billy and my now ex-girlfriend Sherry.

"Oh, I almost forgot to tell you Jim," (that's me by the way) "Billy proposed to me last night and I have decided to accept. I am going to tell him when we get home and make it my own special Christmas present to him."

Great, this was going to be some vacation! Last week Sherry informed me, quite un-expectantly, that things were not working out between us. And now, not only was I going to be helping her move her stuff into the spare bedroom, but Billy was also going to be gloating over his conquest of Kelly until they are married.

I had decided not to kick Sherry out but instead took pity on her, as she was a college student with just a part-time fast-food job.

Oh, did I mention that I really dislike Billy? I had always had a feeling that he was sleeping around on her and I think he suspected it. But that's okay, because the feeling is mutual and neither of us make any attempt to hide it.

Thinking of the joy I was looking forward to over the Christmas vacation, I considered whether it was less painful to jump out of the car and into the path of the oncoming bus in the other lane, or just call in a bomb threat to the local Post Office so I could spend some quality time at Guantanamo Bay. Guantanamo Bay was, after all, away from home and all the "Holiday Joy.” I decided that the way my luck was going, all I would probably be likely to do is break my leg, send up my insurance rates and incur a lot of co-pays.

It occurred to me that perhaps I should have used that pirated copy of Rosetta Stone I downloaded from the torrent networks to learn Farsi instead of Japanese if I were going to try and pass myself off as a terrorist, so I could use Guantanamo Bay as my vacation spot. Eventually, I decided to stay in the car.

When we pulled into the garage, I wondered if we still had any rat poison in the house. While pondering whether I should use it on Billy or myself, I immediately noticed that Billy's Harley was already parked there. Now this seemed a bit odd, but I just disregarded it. After all, Kelly and I had gotten off early from work ourselves hadn't we?

When Kelly saw Billy’s bike, she went all giggly and bubbly. "Cool, He must have gotten off early too. This is going to be a great vacation!" she said.

‘Hmm… maybe I could learn enough Farsi to...’ I thought and began to reconsider my options once again.

Kelly unlocked the door to the kitchen and walked into the house, with me trailing not far behind her.

The first thing we both noticed were the unmistakably loud sounds coming from the living room… sounds of a man and a woman having very vocal, if not passionate, sex.

As Kelly and I walked into the living room, I braced myself for what I was sure was going to be a most ugly scene, only to find that the erotic symphony was emanating from the stereo attached to my large-screen TV. It was obvious now that someone was playing a DVD that surely was in violation of every prudish state's pornography law. I knew this for sure since I had seen it many times before.

Kelly looked at me with a somewhat embarrassed expression on her face as she picked up my multimedia system remote and said, "Billy must have been watching one of his porn DVD's." Then she pressed the power button turning everything off.

We both stood there in shock. We were expecting all the sounds of carnal delights to cease, but they did not! Emanating from the direction of Kelly and Billy's bedroom, over what sounded like Dueling Banjos from the soundtrack of the movie Deliverance, was the sound of bedsprings, bodies slapping together and the unmistakable voice of Billy saying "Baby, make the pig noise for me again. It really turns me on!"

It was followed by a somewhat familiar female voice saying, "Weeee, Snort, Snort, Snort, pound my ass farmer boy!"

I didn't know whether to laugh aloud or grab Kelly and my laptop and drive as fast as I could to the nearest Starbucks, just so I could use their wireless hot-spot to search eBay for a Buy-It-Now price for a couple of chastity belts. Instead, I just stood there and turned to look over at Kelly, only to find her already headed down the hall to their bedroom.

I followed her, all the while wishing I had not helped her buy the 9mm Beretta I knew she was caring for protection. She threw open the door just as I caught up to her and there was a scene that I can only describe as coming right from one of those 70's porn novels. The ones that had such titles as "The Farmers Daughter" and "Cousin's Barnyard Fun."

Up on the bed, on all fours, complete with pigtails, cut-off denim shorts around one ankle and wearing a pink and white Polka dot halter-top, was my not so loving ex-girlfriend, Sherry. Behind her, wearing a pair of denim overalls with a flap down the front, a dirty white T-shirt and a straw hat, was Kelly's soon to be ex-boyfriend Billy, with his dick buried hilt-deep in Sherry's ass. Yee-haw!

Well, to make a long story short, for the next several minutes there was a lot of screaming and yelling from Kelly with words like "Bitch, Whore and Slut" being tossed in about every sentence.

I decided that to avoid a catfight, and potentially Billy's homicide, both Sherry and Billy would have to stay at a hotel and pick up their things from the lawn the next day.

Kelly, once they had left, tossed both Sherry and Billy's things on the lawn. Then, still pissed and crying, she decided to sleep in the spare bedroom. She told me it was too painful to sleep in her old room that night.

I, on the other hand, chose to dwell on the more pleasant thoughts provided by the knowledge that the weather report indicated there was a 99% chance of rain both that night and all the next day. While not happy that Kelly had been hurt, things were looking up for her now that "Farm Boy Billy" was finally proven to be the jerk that he really was. I was sure Kelly would be better off without him. Though I had no illusions that I could ever hook up with Kelly, I did hope that perhaps I could find a way to save the holidays for her.

Chapter Two "Shopping"

The next two days, Kelly moped around the house, crying every time she saw something that reminded her of Billy and what he had done to her.

I, for the most part, was numb and really didn't want to talk about it with Kelly, for fear of setting her into another crying spell. I actually welcomed the call I got from my aunt, asking me if I could come over that afternoon and help her with her computer. As I headed off to my aunt's house, I knocked on Kelly's door and told her where I would be and to call me if she needed anything but to not worry about supper, as I would be bringing it home with me.

During the drive, I couldn't get the picture of Sherry with her hot ass on Billy's prick. Her voice kept echoing in my mind reminding me, "Things were just not working out between us."

As I tried to suppress the feelings of betrayal and anger that finally started to surface, I laughed aloud when I realized that Billy was indeed a literal pain in the ass. Ouch!

My mind turned to more pleasant thoughts of Sherry and Billy stranded in the middle of the ocean, on a cargo ship with nothing to eat but rump roast, corn-on-the-cob, potatoes deep fried in KY jelly with chocolate pudding for desert. Yeah, I know, everybody else says it too... I need help.

It turned out that my aunt had not quite figured out the need for anti-spyware and her Internet connection was running like a pregnant turtle with one leg, going nowhere fast. I fixed her problem in no time, using some really nice freeware utilities I knew about.

Seeing the coffee cup on top of her computer and "rack" on her monitor, I tried to explain to her that perhaps the top of her desktop computer was not the best place to set her coffee cup no matter how convenient it was, and that even though they may sell those neat plastic trays that turn the top of your monitor into a nick-knack shelf, she might not want to put her favorite house-plant on top of it as it might leak and short out the monitor. She frowned at me, seeming somewhat unconvinced and as I got a mental picture of her, both watering her plant and monitor, I asked her how good her home owner's insurance policy was.

On the way home, I stopped at one of those fast food sandwich shops and picked up a veggie combo for Kelly and roast beef for myself.

I walked in just in time to see Kelly standing over the answering machine. She was listening to a message. The voice on the recording belonged to Farm Boy Billy. He was trying, very badly, to tell Kelly how sorry he was and that it was just a one-time thing between Sherry and him. That he had been lucky enough to get a fully furnished apartment with Internet access and would she please call him at his new number.

Kelly did not look convinced as she hit the delete button on the phone. Then she picked up the phone.

"What are you going to do?" I asked.

"I am going to tell him he can take his apartment and his apology and shove them up Sherry's ass," she said as she started dialing.

After about thirty seconds she put the phone down having not said a word and just stood there. "What's wrong?" I asked.

"It was Sherry!" she said and burst once again into tears.

I told her that everything would be all right and held her in my arms as she cried.

After she stopped crying, I got her to eat something and asked her if she wanted to watch TV to take her mind off of things.

She agreed. But, when I saw what she picked out to watch, I thought it might have been a bad idea after all.

The movie was entitled "The Art of Revenge" and was a slick little "B-movie” about a woman who's husband lets her work while he finishes his college education and starts a potentially lucrative business. He dumps her when she says she wants to stay home and have a baby, as they had agreed, while he works for a change. While not a bloody revenge movie, it was messy for her victims and well worth watching. It really just doesn't pay to have a resourceful and determined woman mad at you!

At first Kelly cried as she watched the woman in the movie being screwed over by her husband but then, as the woman began to take revenge, Kelly became engrossed in the movie.

After the movie was over, she told me she really didn't want to watch TV any more but was going to hit the Internet for a while. She asked me if I didn't mind watching TV by myself? I didn't and I told her so.

I was glad to see that she seemed to be trying to take her mind of the unpleasantness of last night.

At about 8:00, she came into the living room and said to me, "Let's get the hell out of here for a while."

"Okay. Where do you want to go?" I asked.

"With everything that's been going on lately, I completely forgot to finish my Christmas shopping. Want to hit the mall?" she asked. So off we went to the mall.

On the way, she said to me, "I have been so selfish lately and completely ignored the fact that you must also be hurting after Sherry dumped you," paused a bit and then continued, "I know I never asked and if you don't want to talk about it I will understand, but why did she dump you anyway. If you don't mind my asking?"

"No, I don't mind. It will probably do me some good to talk about it," I said. "All she did was ask me why I couldn't be more like Billy and tell me how you were such a lucky girl. Now that I think about it, she was really jealous of you."

"Last week, she asked me to kick you out and got really pissed when I refused to. The next day, she told me things were not working out between us."

"You know, Billy used to piss me off all the time by telling me how hot Sherry was and what a cute little ass she had," Kelly said while changing lanes. "Every time I would call him on it, he would accuse you of putting ideas into my head. Do you even have any idea how much he really hated you?" she asked.

"Yeah, I kind of figured that out," I responded.

"Then why in the hell did you let him stay?" she said almost angrily.

"Because I didn't want to hurt you. I thought if I kicked him out, I would end up losing you as a friend," I answered.

After that, we both sat quietly for a while.

Finally, she broke the silence and changed the subject by saying, "Who is on your Christmas list this year?"

"No one but you now," I replied. Then I added, "But I've already gotten your gift."

We were sitting at a stoplight and she just looked at me for a few seconds deep in thought.

Finally she asked, "What do you want for Christmas?"

I thought of telling her the truth, that what I really wanted was her. I decided it was not the best time to confess my true feelings for her. So instead, I said, "Just once, I would like to stop being a doormat and get a little payback. But I would settle for dinner with you."

I think that actually surprised her a little, because she waited a few seconds to respond, "Well, think you can help me pick out the last few items on my Christmas list? I have decided on something special this year."

"Anything you want Kelly," I told her as we arrived at the mall.

When she showed me the list, I was surprised to see what she was buying. It turned out the list included a digital video camera that could auto-zoom, had automatic motion-tracking, and USB-PC link capabilities. The last items on the list were from Victoria Secrets and turned out to be a really sexy red and black teddy, matching stockings, bra and panties.

Having finished our shopping, we stopped at one of those wannabe Japanese fast food places at the mall and went home to wrap our presents.

A short time later, I found myself at home wrapping the Planet Hollywood jacket I had gotten off eBay for Kelly, when she knocked lightly at my door and asked if she could talk to me.

"Of course," I answered then added, "I'll be right out in a second."

I finished rapping her present and decided that, even though it was a bit early, it might help cheer her up a bit if I gave her the jacket now.

I knew she had been eyeing that particular jacket on eBay but would not have spent the money on herself to get it.

With box in hand, I went into the living room, where she was waiting for me on the couch. I handed her the box and said, "Merry Christmas Kelly! Go ahead and open it now if you want."

Thanking me, she took the package me and began unwrapping it.

"How did you ever find one? It must have cost quite a small fortune," she said when she saw what it was.

"eBay," I told her, and then added, "Don't worry about the price. You're worth every penny."

I instantly felt awkward from my overly honest choice of words.

She started to tell me how I shouldn't have spent so much money on her, that I was too good to her, and that she would always cherish it. Then she gave me a big hug.

When she stopped hugging me, I sat down and asked her, "What do you want to talk to me about Kelly?"

She began, "Do you remember what you said you wanted for Christmas?"

"Yeah," I replied, "but we already had supper."

"No," she smiled, "what you said you REALLY wanted for Christmas!"

She saw the confusion on my face and said, "A little payback!"

"Well, I have an idea how we can both get a little payback," she said.

My brain was not working really well because all I could say was, "Huh? How?"

"Well, I guess you are just going to have to fuck me," Kelly said with a wicked smile on her face.

Chapter Three "Stop Feeling Like A Doormat"

"What?" I was shocked. Not that the idea didn't appeal to me, but this was somewhat out of the blue.

Seeing the perplexed look on my face, Kelly began to explain her plan.

"Look, Billy hates you and, despite being an asshole, is really jealous when it comes to me. And from what you told me, Sherry felt pretty much the same way about me. I can think of nothing that would piss them both off more than if they thought that you and I had hooked up together. So, why don't we broadcast a live video of ourselves making passionate love and send them a link to the feed by email?"

Shattering my illusion of finally being with her, she said, "Oh, we wont be doing it for real. But we will be the only ones who know that. This way we can both get some revenge and you can stop feeling like a doormat."

"So that's what the video camera and sex gear were for?" I asked after my brain had finally connected the dots.

"You got it!" she said.

Kelly had apparently given this quite some thought and had come up with a script. We had decided that to really sell it, we would both have to be completely naked. There was no need for a condom, as we weren't actually going to have sex and Billy knew she was on the pill anyway. The script included lots of foreplay and when the time came to simulate the dirty deed, I was supposed to lay on top of her with my penis actually on her belly and there was to be no real penetration. We would not record it, but would instead send a live feed, just to be sure that nobody ever got a copy of it.

And so, after about thirty minutes, I found myself standing in my bedroom and wearing just my under shorts. The video camera was set up and rolling the live feed to my computer.

Kelly had already sent Billy and Sherry the link to the live feed. When she was sure that they had started the feed and were in session, we began our little show.

Looking even more beautiful than I had imagined she would, Kelly stood before me dressed in a bra, panties, stockings and a negligee. Slowly, she slipped off the negligee letting it fall to the floor at the edge of the bed.

I came over to her and took her into my arms and, as I began kissing her neck I asked her, "Are you sure you really want to do this?"

"Yes," she replied and kissed me passionately on the lips.

For some reason, I was embarrassed as the blood began collecting in my penis and I was beginning to grow a raging hard-on.

She lowered her hands to cup my ass and kissed me. I decided I might as well demonstrate the same commitment and while kissing her on the neck, lowered my hands gently and cupped her soft round bottom with both hands, which elicited a moan from her.

Damn, I thought, she is really trying to sell this. She kissed me again deeply and then pushed me back gently and said, "Let me give you a little show, baby." With that, she unclasped her bra and one at a time slowly lowered each strap until her beautiful breasts were fully exposed before me.

Then she looked up at me and said, "Do you like them, honey? They are all yours now. Now, I am going to unwrap your Christmas present for you, darling." Then, she slowly slid down her panties, revealing her beautiful trimmed pussy.

By this time, my hard-on was straining against my under-shorts, trying to burst free.

"Let me see what my man has for me," she said as she reached out and gently pulled down the sides of my underwear, until it fell to the floor at my feet.

My now raging erection sprang straight towards her. For a second, I could swear I saw lust in her eyes.

She wrapped her arms around me, pulling me toward the bed. Then she pulled me tightly into her and kissed me passionately on the mouth once again. I decided that she was a natural actress. I landed partially on top of her and she kissed me even more passionately. At no time had she kissed me with her open mouth.

She wrapped one leg around me. She released the kiss then gently pushed my head towards one breast putting her nipple into my mouth while whispering into my ear, "Make it look good for the camera."

What else could I do? I took it into my mouth and ran my tongue around it only to discover that it was already quite hard.

She moaned once again and her mouth remained open as she grasped the back of my head, firmly pulling it to her breast. I heard the zoom of the camera and could see out of the corner of my eye that it was aimed straight at her head. I had to use one hand to hold her breast centered in my mouth.

As she took her hand and moved my head to her other breast all, I could think of was how she was really getting into our little play-acting.

After a few minutes, she kissed my neck and said to me "Please, Baby, fuck me now!"

So that's how we got where we are now. I climbed between her legs, as we had planned, and pulled the sheet partly over us. She reached down between us, as though she were helping me enter her, but instead placed my penis on top of her belly. With the sheet covering us from the waists down, the camera would not see that I was not actually in her. She looked me in the eye and we began our simulated dance of love.

Everything was going as planned, until I noticed that it was becoming difficult to keep my penis on her belly, partially because of her simulated erotic movements and also because it seemed to be getting wet on the bottom. I also noticed that every time I pulled back, she seemed to jump just a little, and her breathing was becoming more excited.

Then it hit me. I had been rubbing on her clit with the top of my penis and each time I did, she was arching her back just enough to cause me to slide across the furrow of her now wet pussy. She must have realized what was happening, because she pulled me to her as though she were going to kiss me on my neck and whispered, "I'll fix it."

The camera was fully focused on our faces at the time she kissed me on the mouth. With that, she raised both knees and planted her feet on the bed and attempted to arch her belly towards the bed.

That's the point where the script got changed.

First, when she raised her knees, the sheet fell completely off of us leaving us fully exposed to the camera. Secondly, her timing couldn't have been worse, because at the moment she tried to arch her pelvis downwards, my penis had just rubbed the tip of her clit, causing her to jerk up just a bit before arching her pussy downwards.

"Oomph," I said into her now open mouth, as I slid hilt-deep into her wet and warm pussy.

Chapter Four "One Hell of A Show"

She seemed to spasm for a several seconds and held me tightly in her arms. To make matters worse, I heard the wheeling sound of the camera's motor and realized that it was now focused directly on our fully joined and totally exposed pelvises.

I pulled my mouth from hers and started to say, "I didn't mean to..."

She cut me short, pulling my head to her neck as though offering it to me for a kiss and whispered in my ear, "It's alright. It's not your fault."

I turned my head to the side of her neck that was away from the camera and said, "But the camera! It's focused down there."

Lifting my head, she looked me straight in the eyes and said, "Well its done now. We might as well give them one hell of a show!"

And with that, she wrapped both legs around me and pulled me tightly into her embrace, as she kissed me passionately with her open mouth. Letting her tongue explore mine, she began massaging my penis in and out of her pussy.

I needed no more urging, I reached up and cupped her right breast with my left hand and began gently fondling the nipple, causing her to writhe even more, as I began a slow and steady pace of strokes to my own orgasm.

I angled each stroke upward, hitting her G-spot each time I entered her. Each time I did, she would spasm and moan, "Ahhh... Ohhh... Ahhh…" into my mouth and tighten her grip on me, then loosened it again slightly as I pulled almost all but the crown out of her.

"That's it, fuck me like that, baby," she said as she turned her head to the side and began kissing gently on my neck.

I began quickening my pace as I took one of her nipples into my mouth. This caused her to arch her chest upward, feeding me more of her breast.

"Oh, My God!" she said. "Yes, that's it! Just a little more... Almost there. Uhhhh."

I quickened my pace knowing that the dam was about to burst for both of us.

Just when I thought I could not hold out any more, she screamed in ecstasy as wave after wave of orgasm struck her, causing her to push herself hard onto my penis. Feeling her caught up in the sweet spasm of orgasm was too much for me, and as I plunged deeply once again into her, the flood gates holding me back opened and my seed flowed into her voluptuous body. Riding the wave, I continued stoking into her, each stroke causing her to writhe and spasm until finally it was past for both of us.

I looked down at her and she kissed me tenderly and said, "I have been such a fool! Why did you put up with me all these years?"

"I think you know, don't you?" I answered.

"Yes, I do," she said to me while stroking my back gently with her fingertips.

"What are we going to do about it? You know this kind of thing really messes up friendships," I said.

She thought about it for a second and then said, "Yes, it does complicate things between friends, but not between lovers," and kissed me passionately.

After we broke our kiss, it occurred to us both that we had forgotten about the camera and in unison we both looked over at it. The battery had run down and it was off. I then realized that we had forgotten to fully charge the battery before using the camera. I told her so and we both laughed.

She looked thoughtful for a second and then said to me, "Hey, how about we call our next session Oral Delights?"

"But with a full battery next time?" I asked with a big grin.

"Who cares?" was her response, and with that I kissed her again and led her by the hand to the shower.