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Saturday, May 17, 2008

Amy and the Stranger

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Amy and Bonita

From the erotic story archives of Wet-Wonder.com


It was a warm Saturday night, but then they all were in southern Florida, where I was living way back in the mid 1980's. I was sitting around in my bra and panties, and my friend Petey was at my apartment, dressed only in a pair of loose jogging shorts.

It wasn't unusual for us to be dressed so casually, Petey and I were masturbation buddies. We'd had no interest in each other in terms of a relationship, indeed with both of us just coming out of bad relationships we had no desire to start new ones. Still, we were good friends, and recognized the need for physical relief. I'll tell you more about Petey some other time, but just understand that it wasn't unusual for us to be naked or nearly naked around each other.

That night though we were merely chatting, and I was complaining of a stiff neck. I said something about wishing I could get a massage. "I know a place." Petey offered. "If you don't mind a place that, well, isn't on the best side of town." He jotted down the address, I recognized the area as being near a strip of adult bookstores that, yes I'll admit I sometimes visited myself.

"As long as they are open tomorrow and can fix my neck, I don't care where they are." I told him.

"OK then, oh and make sure to ask for 'the works'. Costs a bit more but well worth it."

"Just what is the works?" I asked, intrigued, but he refused to answer saying I'd see for myself.

I got Petey to unhook my bra, then with my tits free bid him a good night. I tried to get some sleep, even got out my trusty vibe but to no avail as I was just too distracted by the nagging pain in my neck.

The next morning I got up early and drove to the address. Now, I will admit in retrospect there were some clear warning signs that this place wasn't entirely on the 'up and up'. But although I did enjoy a nice sex life back then I was still very naive and trusting, so it just didn't occur to me this might be anything other than a place to get some physical therapy.

I guess my first alarm should have been the location, right across the street from an adult bookstore. I entered though, and was greeted by a middle aged lady wearing a leopard print skirt and black tank top. Not exactly receptionist wear, but she was very sweet and friendly.

She took my name, and found out why I was there. I filled out some paperwork, including my insurance info. I was a bit nervous about the cost, but she told me "Oh darling, don't worry with your insurance there's only a 15 dollar deductible. We can file this as a physical therapy visit, and your coverage is good for..." she flipped through some papers on her desk... "two visits a month." I was surprised my insurance would cover it, but was so in need of relief I didn't stop to question my good fortune.

"Um, I was hoping to get... the works?"

"Really, well that's no problem, no problem at all!" she said with a smile that at the time I thought was friendly, but in retrospect may have been a little lewd.

The paperwork done, she told me it would be about 20 minutes while her therapist, Bonita wrapped up with a client. "You look a little nervous." she observed.

"Well," I told her, "this is my first time at a... well massage place."

She laughed good naturedly. "Don't worry about it. Hey, we have a nice juice drink, it's designed to calm you down, get you in the mood, would you like one?"

Now, that should have been my next alarm, I mean who ever heard of fruit juice 'calming you down', but in my youthful ignorance all I said was "sure I love juice!" I slugged it down, and today am pretty sure it had something mixed in with it. By the time my appointment came, I was very mellow and agreeable. Not drunk or anything, I can't really explain it, I was just very... well uninhibited might be a good word.

Soon I was shown into a room where a big table sat in the middle, thickly padded it could easily hold two people. The room was softly lit, not dim exactly but the light was gentle and relaxing, not at all harsh. Soft jazz played on overhead speakers.

Before the receptionist left, I was instructed to remove all of my clothes, every stitch, including jewelry. I did, placing them on a chair and laid face down on the table as instructed. I looked around for something to cover up with, but saw nothing so felt a little self conscious lying there with my naked ass exposed. I guess I figured though if they didn't care, neither did I.

A few moments later Bonita walked in. Like a lot of folks in southern Florida, Bonita was clearly of Latin / Spanish ancestry. I was quite surprised to see her wearing a white bikini as her work outfit. Or should have been, had my brain been firing on all cylinders. Bonita was short, with smallish breasts, a slightly plump belly and wide hips and ass.

She said hello, and we exchanged a few lines of idle chit chat while she glanced at my chart. Although English wasn't her first language, we managed to communicate pretty well as she worked on my back and shoulders. Bonita was good, she had the pain gone from my neck in minutes. She then began working my entire back, which I should add is one of my erogenous zones.

"Hey," Bonita asked softly, "since it just us girls, you not mind if I pull off my top. So hard to get clean with all the oil."

I was mellow and feeling no pain, and would have agreed to about anything. "Sure." I mumbled. "Go for it. Get as comfy as you want. I am." I saw Bonita step over to a side table out of the corner of my eye, and saw her remove her top. Even though she'd only asked about her top, she also removed her bottom, exposing her shaved pussy to me.

She returned and began really working my lower back, then poured the thick oil over my ass. Normally I'm not much for ass play, but I was really relaxed and didn't even flinch when I felt one of her fingers slide down my ass crack and massage lightly around my anus.

Bonita didn't linger long, she continued down working over my legs and feet. Finally she stopped and moved her hands back up stopping at my ass. After giving it a quick feel she suggested I roll over. I did, feeling very good and looking forward to the front side.

She began at my face, gently touching my cheeks, then down to my neck. She'd already done my arms when I was face down, so began working on my D-cup breasts. My 'therapist' was really good, she knew just how much pressure to put, how hard to tweak my nipples. I was really beginning to get a sexual buzz, I could feel my crotch getting moist.

Eventually Bonita left my tits and worked down my plush belly, then finally arriving at my crotch. I was beginning to get a little nervous, but didn't stop her as she poured a thick gob of oil right onto my hairy mound. She massaged either side of my labia, by now my clit had to be peeking out. Suddenly I felt her hand engulf my entire crotch, I could feel my clit as it rubbed against her hand.

I let out a gasp, although I wasn't sure if it was from pleasure or surprise. Nonetheless I moaned with delight, and as if by instinct spread my legs even more. Obviously Bonita took that as the go ahead sign, and slipped one or two fingers inside me. I half noticed she was now up on the table beside me, with her other hand she was tweaking my tits.

Somewhere deep in my brain I was protesting, but I guess the juice or my state of arousal was overriding it, yelling at myself to shut up. I gave in, and was treated to a monster orgasm.

I half passed out, I guess, when I opened my eyes Bonita was lying on the table beside me, gently fondling my tits, rubbing my nipple against one of hers. When she realized I was awake though, she stopped. "Oh good you awake. You like massage?"

Rather groggily I told her I had. "You want more?" I told her no, I was quite happy. "Let clean you up." She hopped up and guided me to a rather small shower stall. It was warm and clean, but not a lot of space for two people.

Bonita turned on the water and got me lathered up with some sort of soap that did a good job of washing off all the oils that had been used during the massage.

She saved my crotch for last, and as she soaped it up I leaned back against the wall and spread my legs. It was feeling quite good, and I guess I wasn't quite as satisfied as I thought, since I began to moan. Bonita slipped a finger inside me, searching out my g-spot.

While fingering me she began kissing my neck. I think I could have resisted if it wasn't for that, my neck is very erogenous, and she really got me going. I think I may have felt her plump ass, I do recall grabbing a handful of tit at one point. Pretty quick she licked her way down and began sucking my tits while continuing to finger me.

That pretty much did me in, I love having my titties sucked and that combined with her hitting my g-spot sent me over the edge. My whole body shook with pleasure as my pussy came all over Bonita's talented fingers.

The rest of it was something of a fog. I vaguely recall her drying us off and dressing me, then the receptionist guiding me to my car. "Remember, we're open 24x7 if you ever need us!" she said as she got me into my vehicle.

Luckily it was still early in the morning so traffic was very light, and I managed to get back to my apartment without incident. I recall collapsing on my bed, not even removing my clothes.

When I woke up the sun had already set, and I was still lying in bed, but now I was naked. I guess I had gotten up at some point but don't remember it at all. I was more than a little disturbed by what had happened as it was all very out of character for me, but I had to admit my neck didn't hurt anymore.

-the end-







 

A Most Embarrassing Spanking

From the erotic story archives of Wet-Wonder.com

St: A Most Embarrassing Spanking (M/t, spank, shave, humiliation) Summary: A youth finds that his spanking is far too public.
The following story is fiction and contains a scene of a humiliating spanking.

A Most Embarrassing Spanking
by Y Lee Coyote

It was Friday afternoon and Jim Brockwell was feeling good as he got home for he had lots of great things planed for the weekend. He was feeling good, that is, until he heard his father call him. Just the tone of his father's voice told him that he was in trouble; deep trouble.

"Good afternoon, Father." said the fourteen-year-old boy. "You're home early today."

"It's not such a good afternoon, Jimmy. I got a call from your school a little while ago. "

"I can explain, Father." the boy started but his father cut him short.

"No more excuses. We've been through this before. You've made promises. I've made promises about what would happen if you did not keep yours and I'm certainly going to keep mine." Jimmy was most unhappy as his father led him into the hall. As Mr. Brockwell opened the boy's belt, Jimmy started to whine about being spanked. He had no idea that today was going to be worse than ever before. It only took Mr. Brockwell a few more seconds to open the boy's jeans and pull them down to his ankles. Less than five seconds later, the boy's briefs joined them below his knees. The man saw that his son was starting to mature and wished that he would act more grown up.

Mr. Brockwell sat on the chair. It was a simple, although a very heavy and sturdy, chair that was perfect for the task at hand. He pulled Jimmy over his lap and got a firm grip on his waist. He started slowly, with moderate spanks but quickly progressed to harder and more rapid spanks. He could see Jimmy's bottom turning pink and then red and then fiery crimson. Jimmy's pleas and promises quickly changed to exclamations of pain and then sobbing, crying and bawling like a baby. Mr. Brockwell stood his son up just as Linda, his younger sister, and her friend came in. Jimmy was mortified that they saw him naked and crying. He tried to cover his crotch but his father was holding his arms. After the girls greeted Mr. Brockwell, Linda said to her friend: "Jimmy is such an _immature little baby_." As the girls continued upstairs quite uninterested in the naked, crying boy, Mr. Brockwell frog marched him into the corner. Without being told he placed his hands on his head. He knew the drill and that failure would mean more spanks.

His father returned to his den and Jimmy contemplated his faults although foremost in his mind was his hot, fiery butt. His ear was also cocked for the timer bell that would indicate his corner time was up.

A few minutes later the door bell rang and his father responded. Jimmy was concerned that more people would see him with his red butt hanging out.

"Good afternoon, Sir. I hope all is well. May Jimmy come and play a while?" asked the perfect, not quite thirteen-year-old boy. The one with consistently high grades and lots of sport trophies; the sort that every father in the neighborhood dreamt of.

"Yes, JJ. Jimmy is a bit occupied but he may go out soon. You're more than welcome to wait inside."

"Thank you, Sir." As JJ entered, he saw his friend standing in the corner, pants about his knees and his butt afire. JJ immediately had his hand on his phone ready to snap a picture at the first opportunity. There were aspects about him that were not so well known to the adults in the community. As JJ sat down, Jimmy's father returned to his den. JJ took his first picture and then approached his friend. "Still getting spanked, Jimmy? You told us that was over. That was very naughty of you to lie." Jimmy did not answer nor did he move although he jumped a bit when JJ slapped his hot, glowing tail. He was absolutely mortified that his friend was seeing him doing corner time while displaying a freshly spanked butt and there was not any way to deny it. He would have to be careful dressing so that his friend would not see his undeveloped package. It was only recently that he started to grow a bush and he knew that he did not have nearly as much hair nor anything like the man-meat that filled JJ's pants.

The phone rang and Mr. Brockwell talked a bit. Then he came out and spoke to JJ but made sure that Jimmy also heard. "I have to rush out now. Please make sure that Jimmy finishes his corner time." He pointed to the timer on the table. "And then please use this." He handed him a small hair clipper. "Then Jimmy may go out and play until dinnertime. Or should I ask Linda to take charge?"

JJ took the clipper. It was too small to use on Jimmy's head. There was only one other place it could be used. He smiled. "Yes, Sir. I will do as you prescribe. I'm honored that you trust me in this, Sir."

"Jimmy, I'm leaving JJ in charge. I expect that you will cooperate with him following my instructions." Jimmy's father then left. JJ sat in the chair and contemplated the task ahead of him. He rubbed the growing hardness in his jeans as he thought about it.

The timer went off and Jimmy stepped back to pull up his pants. JJ had his camera ready and snapped another picture of his butt sticking out. "Don't bother with your pants, Jimmy. Your dad told me to do something first. Please come over here." Jimmy hesitated. "Don't waste time, Jimmy. You were told to cooperate and if you don't you'll surely get sorry tail roasted again when your dad gets home."

Jimmy realized that JJ was telling it the way things were. He turned and hobbled his way to JJ, blushing. JJ took two more pictures. One would be the before the clippers were used image and the other, he hoped, would capture the tear streaks on Jimmy's face. JJ waited until Jimmy was right in front of him before showing him the clipper. "He said to use this." Jimmy was most horrified and objected loudly. "There isn't any avoiding it, Jimmy. He will surely check when he gets home and know that you did not cooperate. He'll do it -- or worse -- have Linda do it and spank you again." JJ turned on the clipper and then told Jimmy to put his hands behind his head. Jimmy complied and JJ began his barbering career. The clipper made short work of the small bush Jimmy had. There was not anything below to deal with. JJ noticed that Jimmy was looking at the ceiling to avoid watching so he took another close up.

"Get dressed and let's go out, Jimmy."

That evening, Jimmy got an e-mail from JJ. "I think that you should confess to the guys that you still get spanked." The pictures were attached. He did not sleep well that night.

The End.






 

Saturday, May 10, 2008

Hot For Neighbor

From the erotic story archives of Wet-Wonder.com


Josh & Jolie were both 24 year-old newlyweds who had moved in next to my house this last summer. They were a welcome change from the previous owners (assholes!) and I went out of my way to make them feel welcomed to the neighborhood. I helped Josh work on his car and Josh rewarded me with tales of his times with his scandalously beautiful, red-haired wife. Josh was even my size and benefited from helping himself to my old wardrobe to save money on clothes.

It wasn't long before I fell in love with Jolie and spent many long hours lusting after her lovely body. I went out of my to be helpful to the two of them and they thought that I was just the greatest neighbor that ever lived!

Well, one Thursday Josh and I were working on the old Chevy Malibu and he tells me about how he'd come home from trips and find Jolie in the shower and he'd shut off the bathroom lights, slip into the shower, and then make love to her without saying a word. It was their own little fetish. And then he tells me how he's looking forward to Monday when he gets back from his next trip.

Hmmm.

I just about went nuts watching their house to see when he'd leave and then he left on Friday and my heart about pounded out of my chest as I anticipated what I had in mind.

Could I?

Should I?

All day Saturday I helped Jolie clean up their backyard and she made a nice dinner for me around five and, after a little conversation, I excused myself just after six and went home out the backdoor - leaving it unlocked. After all the heavy, sweaty yard work I knew that a shower would be in mind and I waited by the bathroom window until I heard the shower go on just after eight.

(Yeah, I WAS desperate enough to stand there for two hours!)

I slipped in the back door, horny as hell, and made my way to the bathroom. I stripped naked in the hallway and was lightheaded from both my arousal and my fear of being caught. I could hear my heart beating in my ears as I opened the door and let my finger hover over the light switch.

This was my moment of truth. Could I really do this?

The bathroom was drenched in a stealthy darkness as I felt my way to the shower curtain. Until the lights had gone off I'd heard Jolie humming in the shower, all I could hear now was the water running. I closed the shower curtain behind me as I stepped into the stall and blindly and timidly reached out my hand ahead of me.

I felt her spine shudder as I made contact and realized that she had her back to me. I guess this was part of the game that they played, so I went along with it.

Jolie seemed to melt as I let my hands massage her supple shoulders and her long, elegant neck. Her hair was up in a bun and I had to take advantage of that little fact with a long, leisurely kiss of her wettened neck. I tasted her salt and knew that a good soaping down would help set the mood. Feeling around, I found the soapdish and was soon happily enjoying my perfect excuse to feel every inch of Jolie's perfect body. After I had her lathered up I luxuriated in holding her close to me while my eager hands explored her neck, her perfect tits, her taut belly, and her surprisingly thick bush.

My every nerve was wide open and overloading my fried brain with pleasure...I'd never imagined that Jolie could be so damned great!

I took amazing pleasure in turning her around under the shower head to thoroughly rinse all of the lather off of her, and then I stepped into the stream to rinse my own soapy body. I heard her open a bottle and felt a cool liquid sprayed on my chest and then I heard her spray the liquid on her own body before closing the bottle and putting it away. I recognized the familiar smell to be baby oil and was immediately blown away by the feeling of two of the most exquisite hands caressing the oil into my skin. She didn't miss an inch, she even made me lift my feet up so she could do the soles - I felt like I had violated her even more than I had planned when I knew that this was an intimate thing that she must do for her husband.

My guilt was promptly forgotten when I felt her oiled fingers rake over my balls just before she took hold of my cock with both hands. I caught my breath wanting to say something, but knowing better. I let her stroke me just a couple of times before the need for her body overtook me.

I took her by the shoulders and turned her around and then guided her hands to the tiled wall of the shower. She understood what I wanted to do and I felt her butt push back at my cock.

I reached an eager hand between her legs and heard a little gasp from her as I ran a finger right into her heavily oiled pussy lips.

This was just too much.

I took her by the waist and then eased my well-oiled cock up to her pussy and let it slip all the way into her delicious body in one slow and deliberate stroke. She instantly answered my thrust with her own and the two of us started to fuck each other with a silent, passionate fury. I loved the way she drew in a sharp breath every time I bottomed out in her pussy, it had to be a little uncomfortable, but she humped me harder every time I did it to her as if asking for more. I finally managed to calm down enough to get into a slow and steady rhythm of pumping all the way in and then almost al the way out. She was everything I knew she would be and I was just in heaven.

Her pussy tightened like a vise when I reached around to finger her clit and she bucked her hips at me as if demanding more of my cock into her heaving body. Jolie's breath came more and more quickly and I soon heard a faint moaning as her orgasm broke over her amazing body. I was entralled just listening to the pleasure I had managed to wring out of her tight, young pussy.

I was just beginning to compliment myself for not having lost my touch when I felt that old familiar boiling in my balls. I drove my cock in nice and deep as I let loose with the most intense orgasm since I was a twenty year old stud. Jolie's pussy clenched my cock with each pulse of my sperm into her depths, she knew exactly how to milk every last drop of cum out of my cock and I had to resist telling her just how great she was.

I just stood there for what seemed to be an eternity with my cock buried up to the hilt in Jolie's sperm soaked pussy. I didn't have the sense about me to do much of anything else.

It was Jolie who finally moved off my cock and I heard an audible 'plop' as it fell out of her pussy and slapped my thigh. She very gently turned around and then carefully washed off my cock and startled me when she said,

"Okay, get out. I've got to do my hair."

Not like I was in any position to argue with her, so I took my leave and dried off with a handy towel and then turned the light back on as I left.

I was making my way out the back door when I heard the familiar rumblings of a certain Chevy Malibu! Josh was home???!!!

I'm not sure if it was a death wish or just a voyeuristic curiosity, but I lingered by the bathroom window listening to the sound of car doors, the shower, house doors, and then a bathroom door. Then the light went off.

It was maybe five minutes later when I heard Jolie's passion being released for the second time that evening.

Amazingly, neither Josh nor Jolie ever compared notes about that night so I managed to get away with my little stunt. I decided not to push my luck by trying that again and was soon content just to be the good neighbor again.

I guess it was early fall when I heard Josh and Jolie having a rather intense conversation in their backyard...

"Josh, what happened to the vasectomy? How could this have happened?"

"Honey, I guess one of the little buggers got through somehow and did the trick, that's all I can think of. It doesn't matter, sweetie, we have plenty of room for the baby and maybe, if we get lucky, we just might have another baby someday."

Yeah, Josh, you just might.


-end-






 

A Short Red Hair

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Thursday, May 1, 2008

Whore Night

My wife is petite, blonde, 45 years old and looks mid-thirties. She and I have been married six years and have lived out our fantasies for the last three years. We are constantly making bets and Cherie uses her body as her wager. When she loses five times in a row I win the jackpot, and we play a little game we call "Whore Night". Cherie likes this game because I "make" her do things she wouldn't do otherwise. She can be a real slut without having any guilt.

Last month I won big, and told my darling she would be dressed to thrill by 7:30 because I had big plans for her. I have a particular fascination with watching my little whore display her body and suck off several men. I had a friend with a nice house and several friends very ready to meet Cherie. At 8:20 we pulled into his driveway.

Lee met us at the door and led Cherie and I back to the den. Three men in their late 40's or early 50's were waiting for us. Lee made introductions and I told the men that Cherie was there to entertain them. I had Lee put on some music and told Cherie to do a striptease for us to start the evening. Cherie had on high heels and a long dress that buttoned up the front. After one song she was out of the dress and dancing in her black "merry widow" corset and stockings. After the second song I stopped her and had her pick a number between 1 and 20, then had the men guess the number. She picked 4, and two men guessed 3 and 5. I told them 4 was the number so they could both help her out of her panties.

Lee grabbed one side of her panties and Jay grabbed the other, then both slid the panties off her hips and down her legs. All the men leaned forward to look at her shaved lips and the little tuft of hair above her clit. I had Cherie walk around the room and show her pussy to each man. I stopped her after the first man and told her she was to put one foot up on the couch or chair next to each man so they all had a good look at her pussy. I also encouraged the men to stick a finger in her pussy to see how hot dancing naked made her.

Cherie never made it around the whole room. The third man (Bill) put his finger in her pussy and asked when she was going to suck him. Cherie said "Right now, Honey", and knelt in front of him. She unzipped his pants and pulled his prick out, then started licking his shaft and head. After a few licks Bill said "I'm going to cum". Cherie pulled him out of her mouth and told him to cum on her boobs. A few more times she bobbed her head on his shaft and then let his cum splash onto her chin and boobs. Jay was next to Bill and in a few minutes his first load of cum sprayed her chest.

Jerry stood up as Cherie moved over in front of him. He dropped his pants and Cherie was surprised to see a prick that was easily 9 inches long. She had him sit back down, then raised up on hands and knees to make it easier to swallow his shaft. Jerry put his hands behind her head and urged her to suck as much of it in her mouth as possible. Cherie worked and worked at that big prick and finally managed to take all of it in her mouth. She rocked back and forth on that monster and Jerry's first spurt went down her throat. Fortunately, she was able to pull his prick out and the rest of his cum splattered her face and chin.

Lee was next and, because of her talented mouth, soon sprayed his first load on her chin and tits. Finally it was my turn. I let Cherie suck my prick into her mouth and swirl her tongue around it. She withdrew it from her mouth and stroked it a few times. "Where do you want to cum, Mister? In my mouth? On my face? How about all over my tits? I like hot cum on my tits. It makes me feel hot and horny. It makes my pussy drip". I told her she was to suck me, take the first spray down her throat and the rest on her face. She stroked me a few more times and then sucked me directly into her mouth. In several strokes she was bumping my groin with her nose and my prick was going down her throat. As I started to cum she took the first jet in her mouth and the next four jets on her face and chin. She rubbed my prick on her face and finally opened her mouth to show me my cum. She smiled and swallowed.

I let my darling rest a minute and brought out a 10 inch dildo that I told her would be part of the next round of entertainment. This dildo is Cheries' favorite pussy toy, and she had named it "Johnny". Johnny had given her hours of pleasure. I told her she would be having Johnny in her pussy soon. Lee brought out a large comforter and placed it on top of a table. I had Cherie climb up on the table and I put Johnny in her hand. Cherie licked Johnny a few times and guided him to her pussy. I brought three pillows and raised Cheries' head and chest so she could watch Johnny going in and out of her pussy. Cherie started moving her hips and lifting her butt off the table. In a few minutes she rolled her legs back and up and started climaxing. This was too much for the men gathered around the table, and they started grabbing her nipples and fondling her body. Cherie had several major orgasms, then almost fainted.

I let her rest a few minutes, then helped her off the table and to the bathroom so she could clean up. The cum on her face and boobs had dried and her pussy had made a big wet spot on the comforter.

When she returned from the bathroom I had Cherie come back to the table and bend over it. I tied her hands together and tied the rope to the other end of the table. I tied each of her legs to one of the table legs, and had her totally spread and available.

"Cherie, up to now it has been a game. Now it is serious. Each man has paid me $100 for a night of fun with you. They will only wear condoms if I decide to allow anal sex. Each man is married, does not fool around and does not have any diseases. They are all going to fuck you and cum in your tight little pussy. After they are all finished, you are going to suck them clean, and thank them for a good time. This is what whores do. Do you understand?"

We started around the room again and Jay had Cherie first. He held his prick out to her and she turned her head away. I stepped back behind her and spanked her butt 10 times. Jay again held his prick out to her and she slowly reached out her tongued and licked his prick. He moved behind her and started pushing his stiff cock into her pussy. In a few minutes Jay shot a load of cum into her. Cherie had reached the point of her climax, then Jay had cum and she was left waiting. Lee had seconds and he too had Cherie lick him before trying to push into her pussy. Cherie had no problem licking Lee and begged him to fuck her. He too brought Cherie up to a climax, but she still did not have her orgasm.

"Jerry, I have to have your monster cock in my pussy, please. Please." Cherie was actually begging to be fucked.

Jerry slipped his cock from his pants and Cherie asked him "Please let me suck it just a minute, then fuck me with that monster"

Jerry shoved his prick into Cherie and she started crying and humping back at him. He worked his prick in and out and Cherie started moaning. "Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me."

Cherie had two big orgasms before Jerry sprayed her pussy with cum. She looked over at Bill and said "Fuck me, please. Please fuck me."

Bill lasted a long time and Cherie had another climax and a big "thriller" orgasm. Finally it was my turn. Cherie looked at me with bright eyes and said "If you pay me another $100 you can fuck my ass."

I told her "I'm going to fuck your ass tomorrow because your pussy will be too sore from all the fucking tonight."

As I slipped it in her hot little pussy I could hear the other loads squish back and forth. I lasted longer than Bill and drove my little whore to two big thrillers before I dumped my load in with the other loads of cum.

It was 1 a.m. when we untied Cherie from the table. She collapsed to the floor and rubbed her feet and legs. I pulled the comforter off the table, and folded it as a cushion. "Cherie, get on your knees. You are to suck each man clean, then thank him for fucking you."

She licked each man and said "Thank you for the good fucking."

On the way home Cherie said "Thank you for the good fucking. Can we do this again, please?"

-the end-

Chicken

I was completely spent from the Saturday morning 'waker upper' but it was no effort to lift my chin and extend my tongue to capture the dew drop of perspiration that nestled in Dorit's cleavage.

No longer self-supporting as a smooth nectarine, the right breast rested languorously against the left as she lay facing me. The ripe maturity of the two soft mound expressed even more grace than they had when first I ever tasted their beauty. They shivered slightly as my tongue slid between them. Humming softly, Dorit placed a hand behind my head and pressed me even closer.

"Darling," She broke the silence as she worked her left leg out from under me.

"Yes?"

"Last night I heard that John Pierce and Helen Finch are having an affair."

"That's nice." I said drowsily but I was suddenly awake.

Dorit wasn't fooled for an instant. "That got your attention, didn't it?"

I looked up sheepishly. "Yes it did. It explains a lot."

"Like why Sarah was coming on to you so openly last night which is why you came home with such a hard-on."

"Oh, you noticed that?" I mumbled.

Dorit laughed. "Me and about half the members of the club."

"Well, if what you say about John and Helen is true, I'd guess that Sarah's heard about it and is out to even things up." I grinned at the memory. "If she'd rubbed that thing against me one more time while we were dancing, I wouldn't have come home with a hard-on."

Dorit punched me on the shoulder. "Well, if you'd like a little bit of that, our old agreement is still in effect."

I recalled some of the long serious discussions we had held about the inevitable seven year itch. We'd usually concluded that it would be better to scratch it and enjoy rather than build resentment but we'd never encountered a situation to test the philosophy..

Dorit looked at me pensively. "If Sarah is intent on getting herself little bit to even things up, it would be better it be with a friend than with some pick-up. You should give it some serious thought."

"That is something to consider." I mused. "But how about poor Frank. He deserves some consideration."

Dorit sat up in the bed and glanced sideways at me. "Yeah, mustn't neglect poor Frank. He's a handsome stud and shouldn't be left out. I might have some spare time to attend to that while you're back in the haystack with Sarah." She turned to a kneeling position beside me, looking down with a serious look on her face. "We've joked about this sort of situation often enough to know we're both not altogether joking."

I placed a hand on the inside of her thigh. "Yeah, it's a great turn-on but this could be a touchy situation to get involved in."

Dorit sighed. "You are such a chicken. - But you're probably right. However I do worry about Sarah. Maybe we should just turn her on to Frank before she gets herself into some disaster."

"That makes sense." I agreed. "Frank deserves a little bit too and if Sarah is determined to screw somebody, it might as well be the husband of her husband's mistress."

"Well, you line up Frank and I'll round up Sarah - - say Tuesday afternoon. We'll get them into a situation of opportunity" Dorit gave my wandering hand a playful slap. "But don't forget you were offered first go at it."

"Me and my big mouth." I grumbled and slid my hand farther up the soft warm flesh.

Yeah, me and my big mouth. Here Dorit had offered me a free run on the cutest little doll you can imagine - a doll who gives me an erection with a smile - and I'd talked myself out of it. And I wonder if Dorit knows what I've caused her to miss. It's not that I'm underendowed but I've seen Frank in the showers at the club and he has a magnificent tool: - my darling deserves such an experience. I could visualize these firm thighs clamped around Frank's hips as she thrust upward to take every last inch of that firm salami. The thought had my own erection threatening to split its skin so I rolled on top of my beloved and she laughed at me as I drove into her.

"Chicken."

Anyway, Tuesday afternoon I arranged an appointment with Frank to go over a minor contractual matter concerning a client and by three-thirty had it all cleared up so I suggested we break early rather than start on something new so late in the day. Frank was amenable to the idea so we repaired to the Ruddy Duck for a happy-hour special and I acted properly surprised to find Dorit and Sarah having an apres-shop glass of wine.

Dorit feigned a moment's confusion as she explained she and Sarah had been shopping and held up a 'Bon' bag to prove it.

I laughed, made some wise-ass remark about this being a great pick-up saloon and ordered martinis for me and Frank. They didn't last long and before signaling for refills, Frank asked the ladies if they would like something with a touch more authority than wine.

Dorit spoke up. "Great idea but glasses here are awfully small for the price. Why don't we stop by our place and I'll shake you up a real martini."

We arrived at the house in cavalcade and as we trooped in, Dorit headed for the kitchen where we keep the booze while I attempted to herd Sarah and Frank into the front room to get them settled together on the sofa. Frank upset that plan by announcing that he's better see that Dorit went easy on the vermouth and followed her toward the kitchen. Sarah took me by the hand and led me to the sofa where she pulled me down beside her as she settled down with her legs drawn up beneath her and her short skirt hiked up to where there was no doubt as to her gender.

"I've been thinking of you continuously since last Friday." She nonchalantly dropped my hand onto the soft flesh of her inner thigh and began to rub my tummy.

"I guess I had a little much to drink." I flustered.

"Oh don't apologize." She breathed. "I enjoyed every minute."

There were sounds of merriment from the kitchen and Dorit and Frank came in laughing, each carrying two double size martinis. Frank had a smudge of lipstick at one end of his mouth and as they deposited two drinks on the coffee table, Dorit looked down and grinned. I followed her gaze and was shocked to discover that Sarah had unbuckled my belt.

"These two seem to be getting along OK without us." Dorit smirked and turned Frank around. She marched him not back to the kitchen but down the hallway in the direction of the bedroom.

Sarah smiled as she deftly undid the top button on my trousers and slid down the zipper before beginning to ease her panties over her hips. I couldn't resist; I got up to help remove the panties from her legs as I dropped my trousers to the floor.

I'd often wondered if a petite little thing like Sarah would be as accommodating as a larger woman like Dorit and was amazed to discover that I slipped in every bit as easily. I could hardly believe I was really doing this - and enjoying it so immensely. Sarah made small noises of satisfaction and raised her knees to clamp me between her firm thighs. I thought of Dorit just down the hall - in our own bed - with Frank and his big dong - but Sarah quickly regained my attention with an adroit muscular contraction which brought a preliminary squirt from my eager tool. I tried to regain control and make it last but all to soon the urge for completion seized me.

Sarah accepted my contribution with a happy sigh. "That was a delightful introduction; later we'll strip and really go crazy."

I tried not to show my surprise. "This is all planned?"

"Of course, dear boy. I never settle for a quickie or even a one night stand. You and I have a lot of 'getting-to-know-you' in our future." She laughed. "Oh I forgot, you thought I was just out to settle a score."

"Dorit said something about John and Helen."

Sarah gave me a warm kiss on the lips. "I guess it's confession time. John and I and Helen and Frank have been a cozy quartet for over a year now. Then last week, when Dorit complained to me how you turn her on with talk of sexual socializing and then chicken out when a good possibility comes up, I mentioned it to the others and they agreed that you two are an ideal couple to make our quartet into a sextet. 'Sex for six' has a nice ring to it hasn't it? - Much nicer than 'fun for four'."

"Sung to the tune of 'tea for two'." I chuckled. "And I can see Dorit's hand in the script for this afternoon."

"- And this evening and the rest of the night." Sarah agreed. "Then Thursday you have a date with Helen and John at our place and Saturday the six of us have a reservation in Vegas - one room, two king beds. Think of the possibilities."


-the end-

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