"Class dismissed," Abby Proctor said. "Sean, please stay for a moment. I want to talk to you." He stayed where he was, slouched in his seat, as the classroom rapidly emptied. When the last student had left, she closed the door, and then locked it. He didn't move. She turned to look at him. Their eyes met for a long moment. "You know, don't you?" she said finally. He only smiled slightly. "Listen," she said. "I'm your teacher. You are seventeen. I am twenty-eight. If anything happened I could get into a lot of trouble. I could lose my job. I could be arrested." Sean said nothing. He just looked at her. She closed her eyes, then opened them again. "What do you want me to do?" she said. "Get naked," he said. A small whimper came from her mouth. "All right," she said. She stripped down to the skin. She was shaking slightly, but she didn't hesitate, and she didn't rush. She took everything off. Everything, including her wristwatch and her bracelet and the rings on her fingers. She knew he didn't care about that, he only wanted to see her naked body, her unrestrained breasts and her thighs and her brown-haired crotch. But something made her strip herself utterly, divest herself of everything that belonged to her, since her body for now was to belong to him. Her body and her will. And her soul, if he wanted it. But he didn't. "What now?" she said. His smile was no wider than before, though his eyes were slithering over her like snakes. "Now crawl, Miss Proctor," he said. "Crawl to me, Miss Proctor." Oh, he knew. He was seventeen and she was twenty-eight, and this was crazy, she didn't have to do this, she could stop it right here. No she couldn't. It was too late, he had seen her naked, the damage was done, he would never keep this to himself. Even if he did, even if it was not too late, she couldn't. Stop. She couldn't. She knew. He knew. She lowered herself to her knees, then got on all fours. He was in the last row, all the way in the back of the room. She began to crawl. On hands and knees, slowly. To the aisle, up the aisle, slowly, crawling. Naked. Her breasts swaying. Her ass flexing. The floor was dirty. He watched. She crawled all the way to the back of the room and stopped on hands and knees in front of him. "Christ, what a bitch," he said. "Yes," she said. Panting. "You suck cock, teacher?" he said. She raised her head, looking up at him. His half-smile was the same, but his eyes were different. Again she whimpered. "If that's what you want," she said. "You're a sick bitch," he said. "Aren't you, teacher?" "Yes," she said. "I'm a sick bitch. Yes." "You ought to be punished," he said. She closed her eyes. She knew she was breathing harder. She felt his eyes on her. "You want to be punished," he said. She couldn't speak. She heard a sound and opened her eyes. He was opening the zipper of his pants. In a moment his cock was out. Hard, and large. A small sound came from her. "That's for you, Miss Proctor," he said. "You want it, don't you, bitch?" She swallowed. "Yes," she said. Now he was unbuckling his belt. Then pulling it out of his pants. He took it off, coiled it, holding it in his hands. "You want this too," he said. "Don't you, Miss Proctor?" She closed her eyes again. "I--I'm--" "Look at me, teacher," he said. She opened her eyes. "Don't you?" he said. "Yes," she said. "Tell me." "Damn you," she said. "Damn you, damn you. Yes, You know. You know it all. Yes, I want it. I want your cock, I want your belt. Yes, I'm a sick bitch, yes, I'm twisted and sick, and I can't help it, I'm putting my whole life at risk for this, and I don't know why, you're a stupid callow teen-aged boy and I'm a professional educator and I want it, yes, all right, yes, what do you want me to say?" "Nothing, teacher. Not now. I want you to suck my dick, and if you do it good I'll give you the rest of what you want, okay? Do it." She gave a small moan, and then her mouth was on his cock and around it and it was filling her mouth and she was sucking it, sucking it slowly, doing it for him, using her tongue, taking him deep, sucking him, and then he was uncoiling the belt and raising it, and she made a muffled sound of fear and need and anticipation around his cock, and then the belt came down on her body with a cracking noise, and she screamed around his cock, and went on sucking it, and she didn't stop sucking it as he brought the belt down again. And again. And again... # "This was one time only," she said. "The only time. It stops now." "Bullshit," Sean said. "Yes," she said. "I suppose it's bullshit. But I'm going to try." "What if I tell?" Sean said. "You won't tell, Sean. Because if you do, you know it will stop. If you don't, you'll always think it could happen again." "But you're not gonna let it, right?" Sean said. "I'm going to try not to." He put his hand on her breast and pinched her nipple. "But you won't succeed." She closed her eyes. "No," she said softly. "Probably not." "Because you're a sick bitch." "Yes," she said. "I think we've established that fact." He squeezed her nipple hard, and she cried out with pain. "Don't get hoity-toity on me, Miss Proctor," he said. "I'm sorry," she said. "I'm sorry." "Next time I want to fuck your ass," he said. "If there is a next time." He squeezed her nipple again. "You know what else we could do?" he said as she gasped and twisted. "We could bring another guy in. Or a couple of them. Every guy in this class would love to have a crack at you, Miss Proctor." "No," she said sharply. "No, Sean, you can't do that." "Can't I?" "No. No, Sean, please. Don't even think about it. Please." "Tell me there will be a next time," Sean said. "All right," Abby Proctor said. "There will be a next time." # The next time, which was the following day after class, he had her lock the door, then he came down to the front of the room and put his hands on her breasts. When she instinctively raised her hands to his, he told her to put them down and leave them down, and she did. She stood with her hands at her sides and let him feel and knead and twist her breasts through her blouse and bra until he was satisfied with that, and then he told her to pull up her skirt and pull down her panties and bend over her desk so he could give her a good whipping before he fucked her ass. She was panting as she did what he said, standing at one side of the desk and leaning over it, the wooden edge cutting into her hips. He told her to bend further, all the way down, until her upper body lay on the desk, her breasts crushed against the surface, her arms stretched out to clutch at the other side, her ass jutting out sharply. He took off his belt again and whipped her ass with slow, hard, measured strokes, her ass and her upper thighs, harder than he had whipped her the first time, and much longer. When her screams got too loud for comfort, even though it had been the last class of the day and most people in the school had left, he picked up her panties and stuffed them into her mouth. Then he went on whipping her. When his arm was tired he dropped his pants and moved behind her and spread her buttocks and jammed his cock into her asshole. While her half-muffled screams went on. Then he fucked her mercilessly. When he finished he pulled the panties from her sobbing, moaning mouth and allowed her to collapse onto the floor. Then he sat down in her desk chair and told her to clean him off with her mouth. He put his hands in her hair and held her to him until he came again, this time down her throat. He didn't have to tell her to swallow it. "You liked that, didn't you, teacher?" he said finally. She was lying on the floor, moaning. "Didn't you, Miss Proctor?" he repeated. "Yes," she said, almost inaudibly. "You know I did." "Yeah. How about next time I whip your tits?" he said. "Oh god!" Abby Proctor said. There was real fear in her voice. But not fear alone. When she reached for her panties he grabbed them from her. "I'm gonna keep these," he said. "Anyway, you don't need panties, Miss Proctor. Whores don't need panties, they want to keep their cunts right there and ready all the time, you know? And you're a whore. Aren't you, Miss Proctor?" "Damn you," Abby said. "Come on, teacher. You are, aren't you?" "Yes," Abby Proctor said. "I suppose I am." "So you don't need panties. So don't wear them to school any more, okay, teacher?" She looked at him, startled. "But--" "No buts. That's an order." "You think you can--" "Yeah, I do. And so do you. Don't you, whore?" She closed her eyes. "You bastard." "You gotta stop that, too. Tell you what, just for that I want you to stop wearing bras too." Her eyes opened. Wide. "I--I can't...please...I can't...." "You can. You will. Cunt whore teacher bitch." Abby Proctor moaned. "Get the fuck out of here now," Sean said. "I'll see you tomorrow." # She wore a full, loosely cut blouse the next day, hoping that it would make her unbound breasts less obvious, and she tried not to move in a way that would make them sway or bounce too conspicuously. Still she was self-conscious all day, and she thought she saw some of the students looking at her strangely, but she couldn't be sure. During her last class she avoided Sean's eyes. But she knew he was looking, and there was moisture in her loins. Her naked loins. He stayed on after class, of course. Vaguely she thought that they would have to be careful, his staying after class every day was going to look suspicious, if it didn't already. But it was a half-thought, overwhelmed by the pounding turmoil of her fear and desire as he came down to the front of the room. "You naked under there, teacher?" he said. She nodded. "Yes." "Show me." She took off her blouse. Then the skirt. "Good little whore," he said. "Couldn't hardly tell with that big loose shirt there. Tomorrow wear something tighter, okay?" "Sean. . . " "And a shorter skirt, too. Show those sexy whore legs." "Sean, listen. . . " "What?" He reached for her breasts. She tried to speak calmly. "Listen to me, Sean, all right? If--if people find out--if they see--if this gets around, you understand? I'll be fired. Or worse. And we won't be able to do this any more. You have to understand this, Sean. Please." "Suck my dick," he said. She wasn't sure whether this was a command, or simply his way of responding to what she was saying. It didn't matter. Her knees went weak, and she sank down to kneel in front of him. He let her unzip his fly and pull out his stiffening cock. Her mouth opened to take it in, but he stopped her. "Rub it over your face," he said. With a small gasp she leaned forward to put her lips against his hard manhood. Then, holding it with one hand, she slid it over her face, over her cheeks, her forehead, her chin, over her eyes. His pre-come left a thin trail of slime on her skin. She rubbed her neck with him, then her face again, rubbing it all over and panting slightly, until he told her to stop. "Suck it, Miss Proctor," he said. "Suck me off, teacher bitch, and when I come I want you to take it all over your face. You got that, whore?" She made a small moaning sound and swiftly took him into her wide-open mouth. He grabbed a handful of her hair and forced her away from him, pulling her head back sharply and making her cry out with pain. Holding her that way, he spoke above her anguished whimpers. "I asked you a question, Miss Proctor. You answer me when I ask you a question, you stupid slut bitch. Now answer!" And he jerked her head back even further, making her scream. "Yes, Sean!" she gasped, tears of pain running down her face. "Yes, I've got it, yes!" "Good." He released her hair then, and immediately she put her moaning mouth on him again, taking him as deep as she could. As she sucked him, sobbing and whimpering, he told her she was a stupid fucking cocksucking bitch slut, a schoolteaching whore and a sick, shit-eating cunt. Over and over he told her that, and more, and his words only made her devour him more eagerly, to pleasure him with more avidity and skill. And when he was ready to come she slid her mouth off his cock and held it close to her face as it spurted out great ribbons of come, which splashed onto her skin, onto her cheeks and her eyes and her mouth and up her nose and into her hair. And when finally the spurts dribbled off, she rubbed the tip of it over her lips, milking out the last drops with her hand, taking it all on her face. "You look good that way, teach," Sean said, grinning at her. "Too bad the whole class can't see you that way." "Sean. . . " "Tomorrow, bitch," he said. "Something tight on top. And a short skirt. And still no underwear. You got that?" "Yes, Sean," she said. # "I've done it again," Abby Proctor said. "I've ruined myself all over again. I'm going to get fired, Michael. I might even get arrested. Even if I'm not arrested, I will have to move again. I knew it would happen, Michael. I knew it going in. But I couldn't help it. I couldn't stop myself. Just like always." "Who is it this time?" Michael asked. "Oh Christ. A student. A boy. In one of my classes. Seventeen fucking years old, Michael. Seventeen fucking years old, and a cretin, for god's sake, a goddam dumb kid, and I don't know what it is, Michael, I swear, I look in his eyes and I'm lost. Because he's got that thing in him, damn it, that thing, I don't know why, I don't know how, but he's got it, and he knows, and I can't stop myself. Jesus, damn it, Michael, why?" "I don't know," Michael said. "Why don't I have it? Whatever the hell it is." She smiled at him, in spite of everything. "Because you're a nice guy, Michael. You're a good guy. You're sweet and gentle and kind and everything that a good guy should be. And any normal fucking woman would be lucky as hell to have you. So why for god's sake don't you go out and find one?" "Because I only want you," Michael said. "Then you're as crazy as I am." "Only not in the right way," Michael said. "No," Abby said. "Not in the right way. God, I wish you were." "Yeah," Michael said flatly. Then he said, "So what are you going to do?" "What am I going to do? I'm going to go on being his fucking slave, and I'm going to go on giving him everything he wants, and I'm going to do everything he tells me to do, until he ruins me. That's what I'm going to do, Michael. And not even God can help me." # The next day she wore a pullover top that clung to her breasts and clearly outlined her nipples. She had tried on several shirts and blouses, but without a bra, those that were tight enough looked even more lascivious than the pullover. She also wore her shortest skirt, which came to the middle of her thighs. She had not worn it for years, and would never have worn it to school. If not for Sean. This time there was no doubt about how the students were looking at her. Most of the boys stared openly, and a couple of them even made remarks about how good she looked. The girls looked too, and whispered gigglingly to each other. She taught her classes in an agony of self-conscious embarrassment. Again she did her best to avoid making her breasts jiggle, and she had to be very careful when she sat down. But it wasn't only the students. Her fellow teachers quite obviously took notice. There were raised eyebrows and a few shocked faces among the female faculty, and as for the men--well, their reactions weren't much different from the male students. Men are men. During her last class she avoided Sean's eyes. But the knowledge that he was watching her shame herself at his bidding made her nipples hard, as was made quite evident by her tightly clinging top, and the boys stared harder than ever. When that class was over and Sean, as usual stayed behind, he didn't move from his seat. He simply unzipped his pants and took out his large stiff cock. "Come and get it, teach," he said, grinning. She knew he wanted her to crawl again, so she did. In her skimpy outfit, again soiling her bare knees and her hands on the dirty floor. She reached him and opened her mouth, but he grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back forcefully, so that she was looking up at him. She cried out with the pain in her scalp. He only pulled harder, still grinning. "You like that, don't you, teacher. You like what I'm doing to you." He yanked her head further back. She gave another cry. "Don't you, cunt?" he demanded. "You...you know I do," she gasped. "You know I can't help it. You...you rotten...AAAHHH!" He had reached down with his free hand and pinched a nipple hard through her top. "Don't be nasty, Miss Proctor," he grated. "That makes me feel bad. Besides, you like it that I'm rotten. Don't you, you cock-sucking, pain-loving, crawling little whore?" She moaned thinly, partly from the pain and partly in reaction to his words. "Yes," she gasped helplessly. "Yes..." "Damn right. Now listen, teacher cunt. My parents are gonna be away this weekend. I want you to come to my place. We'll have a couple of days together. Come over Saturday morning around ten. Okay, teach?" "Sean...I don't think...listen...that's not a good..." Again he pinched her nipple, pulling harder on her hair. She shrieked loudly, her body twisting. Then he bent down, his hand suddenly leaving her nipple and diving under her skirt, probing roughly between her legs. "You're wet, teacher." He brought his hand out and rubbed his fingers over her face, smearing some of her vaginal juices across her lips. "God, you really do love this, you twisted bitch. Yeah, Saturday at ten. And wear this outfit, I like it. Only wear some nice high heels with it, okay? You got that, Miss Proctor?" She closed her eyes. "Yes," she breathed. "Yes, Sean." "Okay." He released her hair. "Now suck me off and let me get out of here." Which she did. # He lived in an apartment building a couple of miles from the school. She was there at five minutes to ten. As he had stipulated, she wore the same outfit, plus high-heeled shoes, which made her legs seem more exposed than ever. She drove there, praying that she wouldn't see anyone she knew. She took the elevator to his floor, found the apartment door and rang the bell. She was breathing a little faster than usual, and she felt shaky. Sean opened the door and looked her up and down, grinning. "Right on time, Miss Proctor. Looking good there. Real sexy. I like those heels, teach." "Thank you," she said absurdly. She waited for him to move aside and let her in. But he didn't. "What do you want, teacher?" he said. "What? What do I--Sean, you--you told me to come here." "Yeah, I know. And you came. So what do you want?" "I--I don't know what you mean." "Sure you do. You want my dick. Right, teacher slut?" "Sean..." She looked around fearfully. There was no one in the hall, but there were several other apartments on that floor. "You want to suck my dick, right, Miss Proctor?" "Sean...let me in...someone might..." "Tell me that, teacher. Tell me you want to suck my dick." "Sean, please..." "Tell me!" he said in a louder voice. "All right!" she said hastily. She glanced around again, then said, nearly whispering, "I want to suck your dick." "I can't hear you, teach." She gave a low whimper. "I want to suck your dick," she said in a normal tone, though her voice was shaking. "Please let me in, Seah, before someone--" "Not yet," Sean said. "Take your clothes off first." She stared at him, stricken. He just looked back at her. "Here?" she choked out. Her knees felt weak. Again she looked around wildly. "Sean, I can't. Not like this. What if somebody comes out, or--" Sean closed the door in her face. She stood there. The door stayed closed. Go home, she told herself. Turn around, go home, get away from this. Get your life back. She rang the bell. When Sean opened the door, she took off her pullover. There were tears in her eyes. He held out his hand for the garment and she gave it to him. Then she took off her skirt. He took that too. "You can leave the shoes on," he said. "Okay, teacher. Now you can suck my cock." He pulled down his zipper and took it out. Her head swam. She was shaking from head to foot. With an effort she kept herself from looking around again. What was the use? There in the hallway, in front of Sean's door, naked but for her shoes, she sank to her knees and took his cock in her mouth. "Good teacher bitch," Sean said. She sucked him with tears running down her face, until he pulled away. "That's enough for now," he said. He stood back, swinging the door open. "Okay, teacher slut. Crawl in." She did so. Once inside, at his direction, she crawled down a short hall, then turned right, into his living room. There she stopped short and screamed in shock and horror. There was another boy sitting there. Immediately, instinctively, she rolled onto her side and curled herself into a ball, hiding herself with her hands as best she could. She had recognized him at once. Jules Barnett, a student in the same class as Sean. She felt herself unable to breathe. "What's wrong, teach?" Sean said mockingly. She hated him at that moment more than she had ever hated anybody. "You know Jules. He's in our class. I thought I'd invite him over, just to liven things up a little. you know? Besides, he doesn't get much, so I figure it's like a good deed, you know?" "Holy shit!" Jules said. He was a skinny, pimply youth with unkempt hair. "Jesus, you weren't kidding! Miss Proctor herself! Oh Christ! Look at that!" "Sean--" She couldn't look at either of them. She kept herself in a tight ball, though she knew she was still partially exposed. More than that, she knew, despairingly, that she could not hide herself for long. That if this was what Sean wanted, this was how it would be. "Sean, you bastard!" she choked. "How could you do this? Don't you see how stupid you are? Oh dear god..." The tears came again, but she bit her lip to keep herself from sobbing. "Don't be like that, teacher cunt," Sean said. He was standing over her now, and he crouched down and took a handful of her hair in his fist, tugging slightly. His cock, still poking stiffly out of his fly, was above her face. He pulled her to him. "Show Jules what a good little cock-sucker you are, Miss Proctor," he said, twisting her hair. "Show him how a little teacher whore eats dick." He shoved his cock in her mouth and she took it in, whimpering. The sobs came now, but still she sucked him, egged on by his hand in her hair, and by his words, and by the utter shame and degradation that made her want to die, and yet at the same time made her feel more alive than anything else in the world. She hated Sean, and she hated herself, and she hated the wide-eyed boy who was panting and squirming as he watched her doing this, and she did it until Sean shot down her throat and she swallowed it all and Sean let her go and she fell back, crying. "See?" she heard Sean say. "The crazy bitch will do whatever I want. She can't get enough of it." "Oh my Christ!" Jules said. "Oh, goddam, this is fantastic! I can have her too, right? You said I could have some, right?" "Yeah," Sean said. "Miss Proctor is gonna be real nice to both of us today. Aren't you, Miss Proctor?" "Sean..." she gasped. "Hey, teacher, don't stay all curled up like that," Sean said. "Jules wants to get a good look at you. Come on, stand up and let him see." "Sean--" "Get the hell up!" Sean said, his voice harder now. "Fucking sick twat. Get on your fucking feet. Now!" It was no use. He was drunk with the power he had over her, which she could do nothing about, and he would use it to the limit, even if it meant destroying the source of that power. Slowly, achingly, she straightened her body, and she heard Jules take in his breath with a hiss as more of her nakedness was exposed. With some awkwardness, she rolled onto her knees and then got to her feet, standing nude before him. "She's something, isn't she?" Sean said as Jules stared at her open-mouthed. "Okay, Abby. Tell Jules you're going to suck his cock for him." She closed her eyes, then opened them again. Her throat was tight. She forced herself to take a breath, blinking away the last of her tears. "I'm--I'm going to suck your cock for you," she quavered. "And fuck him too, teacher," Sean said. "Tell him you're going to fuck him too." She swallowed. "And fuck you too," she breathed. "Yeah. In fact, he can do anything he wants with you, right, teach? Just like me. Tell him that. Go on." Again she took a breath. Her breasts lifted, and she saw Jules' eyes devouring them. "You...can do anything you want with me," she whispered. "Damn right," Sean said. "Now show him, you sick little whore. Show him good." Abby's eyes were glazed, and she was unaware of the little whining sound she made as she moved closer to where Jules was sitting, and as she got down on her knees and opened his trousers and took his stiffly straining cock into her mouth. # They fucked her all day long, and into the next day. They were young and resilient, and Abby's sensuous body, her obedience and docility, and her passion when aroused by the pain and degradation to which they subjected her, kept them stimulated and inspired. They fucked her singly and together. Many times she fucked one of them while pleasuring the other with her mouth. Jules, while not a virgin, had had limited experience, and this was his introduction into the joys of ass-fucking. It was also his first experience with physically punishing a woman, and he soon discovered that he enjoyed it greatly. Beating his teacher with a strap after having sex with her was an activity that made him ready again, time after time. It revived Abby too, although Sean had to muffle her screams, which he did by stuffing her pullover into her mouth, or else by filling it with his cock. When they got hungry they had her cook for them, and while they ate at the table they kept her on her hands and knees, throwing scraps onto the floor for her to scarf up. To wash them down, they gave her their urine, which they had collected in a large glass. She cried as she drank it down, but she drank it all as they watched. They did this several times during the day and night, and finally, when they were all completely exhausted and it was time for Jules and Abby to leave, they put her in the bathtub and pissed on her as a parting gesture, both of them emptying their bladders all over her face and body. She begged Sean to let her take a shower after that, but he refused. She put on her pullover and skirt and went home, dripping and stinking of piss. As she left, Sean told her that he was thinking of bringing in some of the other guys in the class next time. Maybe even all of them. "What the hell," Sean said. "The more the merrier, right, teacher slut?" # On Monday morning she went to school earlier than usual, and before her first class she went down to the principal's office and asked to see him. She had, of course, again dressed in accordance with Sean's orders, and Dr. Croft, the principal, obviously took note. His eyebrows rose as he offered her a seat. "Yes, what can I do for you, Miss Proctor?" Abby took a breath. "You are going to find this out sooner or later, Dr. Croft, and probably sooner, so I wanted to tell you myself. I am having an affair with a student." Dr. Croft's eyes widened. "An...an affair?" "Yes. A sexual affair. With a student in one of my classes. I wanted to tell you this, as I say, before you learned it from other sources. And I wanted to tell you that I would like very much to keep my job, and that I will do anything I can to make that happen. I want to make that very clear." She took a breath. "I will do anything at all to keep my job, Dr. Croft. Anything." Dr. Croft frowned. "I'm not sure I--" He cleared his throat. "Uh, this is a very--ah, serious matter, Miss Proctor. Um. Uh, who--who is the student, Miss Proctor?" "I'd rather not say, Dr. Croft. I don't want to get him in trouble if it's not necessary. I take full responsibility for the situation, and I am hopeful that between the two of us, we--you and I--can work it out." "I, uh--I'm not quite sure what you're getting at, Miss Proctor." "Would you like me to spell it out for you, Dr. Croft?" "Um, yes. I think that might be a good idea, Miss Proctor." "All right. I have put myself in a very dangerous position, Dr. Croft. Due to my own stupidity and weakness, I am in imminent danger of losing my job, and possibly more than that, if this situation is not kept quiet. It may prove impossible to do that, but at least as far as my job is concerned, you, as principal of this school, have the power to fire me for my actions. I wish to avoid that, and in order to do so I, as I say, will do anything at all. I would give you anything you want. Now I have very little money, Dr. Croft, or anything else of material value, so the only inducement I can think of to offer you is--myself." "You--" Dr. Croft cleared his throat. "You are--ah--offering me, uh--sexual favors, Miss Proctor?" "I am." Croft stared at her. His mouth opened as if to speak, but he said nothing. His face got red and he seemed to be breathing more rapidly, and for a moment she wondered if he was going to have a heart attack. His eyes went up and down her body as she sat there, and she saw him swallow hard. When he finally spoke his voice was even thinner than usual. "You--you are, ah, a very attractive woman, Miss Proctor," he said. "Thank you." "Yes. Um. Very attractive indeed. I, um, I have no doubt that...that most people, most men, would be, would be, uh...eager to, to take advantage of such an, such a generous, that is, such an opportunity. Indeed. But I, uh, I am...I am an old man, Miss Proctor. You, your...your charms would be wasted on me, I'm afraid. Uh. I am no longer...that is, I require rather special, ah, types of...well, stimulation, I suppose. Uh...that is...so you see...I don't think..." "Dr. Croft." She sat forward in her chair, deliberately careless of how her skirt rode up over her thighs. "Listen to me, please. When I said I would do anything, anything at all, I meant exactly that. Whatever you need, Dr. Croft, whatever it takes, I'll do it for you. Please, I know I can give you what you want. Just tell me. I swear I'll do it. Please, I can't lose this job, Dr. Croft. Please. I'm begging you. Anything you want. Anything." "But..." Dr. Croft hesitated. "But you see...Miss Proctor...if that were true, ah...it would mean...uh, it would entail identifying the young man, you see. Um. Necessarily. And, um...and securing his, ah, his agreement. You see." "His agreement? To what? Why?" "Because you see, I...ah...would like to...to be in a position to, um...to observe...as it were...to be able to, ah...yes, observe...the, um, the two of you. In...in your...ah..." She caught her breath. "You want to--to watch, you mean? To watch him and me...in action?" "Ah. Well. That is...yes...ah, yes. That would be...my desire, Miss Proctor. That would...that if anything would...ah, induce me to...well...to keep silence in this matter. And...and would allow me perhaps...that is, would, ah...would possibly give me the...the strength, shall we say, to...to um, take advantage of your ah, of your generous, um, offer..." "Oh god," Abby said. "You want to watch the two of us, and then do it with me afterwards?" "Or..." Dr. Croft shifted in his chair. "Or perhaps... um... simultaneously." "I see." She paused. "Well, you know, he just might go for that." She looked at him until his shifting eyes met hers. "And you'll guarantee that I'll keep my job? No matter what happens?" "As far as it is, um, in my power, yes," Dr. Croft said. "All right," Abby said. "I'll ask him." # "You fucking bitch!" Sean said. "You told the fucking principal?!" "I had no choice, Sean," she said, as calmly as she could. "Don't you see? It was the only way I could protect my job. Because of you, this is going to come out any minute now. This is in your interest as well as mine." "Because of me? Fucking bullshit. Jules isn't gonna fucking tell anybody." "How do you know that? You really think he can keep this to himself? And what about all those other boys you threatened to bring in? What about the way you're making me dress? You can't seriously think this is going to stay secret. And once it comes out it will be all over. That's why I don't understand why you're doing those things. But I had to try to get some insurance. It probably won't do any good. It'll probably be a lot bigger than Dr. Croft can handle. But at least I had to try." "Twisted cunt," Sean said. "I ought to fucking beat you up, only except you'd like it too much. So now you want me to fuck you in front of old Crazy Croft? Let him get his rocks on by watching you suck my dick, and then you can suck his? That's what you want to do?" "If that's what it takes," Abby said. "And evidently it is." "Yeah, only you just said you don't think that's gonna do any good anyway, right?" "Probably not. It might postpone things a bit. Or maybe not. But it's all we have at this point." "Christ, you're a cold fucking cunt." There was a long pause. When Abby spoke it was in a very low tone, and with some difficulty. "How can you say that?" she whispered. "How the hell can you say that to me, you stupid brainless boy? If I was cold, would I be in this situation right now? If I was a cold cunt, would I have let you take over my life like this? My life! Would I have this rotten twisted weakness that made me submit myself to you, to some immature moron kid, give you my body and my whole goddam being, just because you have this--oh god! And I knew what would happen. I knew! I fucking knew! But I did it anyway. And I'm still doing it. And you say I'm cold?" Her voice had gradually risen, and she was almost shouting now, and sobbing. "God, I hate you!" she said. "Oh god, I hate you so much!" "Yeah," Sean said. "And you need a good whipping, too. Pull up your skirt and bend over." And she did. # After he had whipped her and fucked her ass and had her clean him with her mouth, he slouched back in her chair, zipping himself up. "Okay," he said. "If this whole thing is gonna blow up, then we might as well make the most of it while it lasts, right, Miss Proctor?" Abby was sitting on the floor, cradling her head in her hands. "What--what do you mean?" she whispered. "I mean we're gonna go all out. Tomorrow. In class. We're gonna let it all hang out, and show everybody what a sick crazy cunt you are. That's what I mean, teacher." She looked up at him. "No," she said. She was going to say more, but tears were suddenly flowing from her eyes. It didn't matter. Nothing she could say would do any good. "This is gonna be a blast," Sean said. # Abby functioned in a daze throughout the next day. She could think of nothing but what was going to happen that afternoon, during her last class of the day. Sean's class. At times the thought of it made her physically ill, so that she thought she would throw up. At one point she actually did throw up, though luckily she made it to the teachers' lavatory in time. At other times the thought of what was coming caused her heart to pound and her crotch to get wet in spite of herself, and at these times her fear and self-loathing became almost overwhelming. She could still get out of this, she knew. But she also knew she wouldn't. She would do whatever Sean wanted her to do. She was complicit in her own ruin. But it didn't happen. As the students filed into her classroom for the last period, Sean came up to her desk. "I changed my mind," he told her. "Too many girls in this damn class. I gotta do something about that. I'll talk to you after." She almost fainted with the feeling of relief that flooded over her. Even though she had to acknowledge to herself that part of her also felt a twinge of disappointment. And even though she knew the reprieve would be only temporary. Sean stayed after class, of course. "We got an appointment, teach," he smirked at her. "With old Croft. I set it up with him. He's waiting for us now. Let's go." Abby swallowed. "Are you--you mean we're going to--" "Yeah, you made the deal with him, right? Well, now's the time to follow through. I told him we'd give him a show, all right, but I wanted him to do something for me too. And he's gonna." "What--what do you mean?" "He's gonna set it up so the girls won't be in class tomorrow. He'll arrange something else for them to do. I don't know what, that's his problem. But tomorrow this class is gonna be all guys, teacher slut. And every one of them has been dreaming about getting a taste of you all term long. It's gonna be something to see!" Abby thought she might be sick again. "Let's go, teach," Sean said again. "We don't want to keep the principal waiting, do we? Poor guy probably hasn't had a hard-on for ten years, but you're gonna give him one today, all right. Come on." Her legs felt wobbly as they left the classroom and walked down the hall to Dr. Croft's office. When they got there Sean looked around at the deserted hallway and told Abby to get down on all fours. When she hesitated he drew back his fist and, without warning, punched her in the pit of her stomach. Shocked and stunned, she crumpled to the floor, struggling to take air into her lungs. The short skirt rode up to her hips as she writhed and flailed, hands clutching her stomach, mouth wide and gasping. "Hands and knees," Sean said, kicking her in the side. She rolled over and, finally managing to get a breath, somehow got herself up on all fours. She was moaning and panting heavily. "That's how he wants to see you," Sean said. "Like a dog. Like the bitch you are." He opened the office door. "Okay, crawl in, bitch." Slowly, painfully, she crawled. Through the door. Into the office. Where Dr. Croft was sitting behind his desk, staring at her. "Well, here she is," Sean said to him. "On all fours like the bitch she is. Okay, Doc. What do you want to see first?" The principal's voice was a strangled croak. "I want--um--As--as I told you, Mr. Myrus--I want to see you...you and she...ah..." "Fucking," Sean said. "Yeah, I know. But which way, Doc? Straight on? From the rear? In the ass? You want her to suck me off? Or you want to see me whip her first? Anything you say, Doc. She'll do it all, and she'll love it. So what do you say? You want her to strip for you?" After her first glance at his wide-eyed, staring face, Abby could not look at the principal. She kept her eyes on the floor. But she could hear him breathing now--panting, really. The vulgar, familiar tone Sean was taking with the head of the school enraged her. It was because of her he could do that. Because of his mastery over her, and Croft's pitiful, weak little lust. She felt tears come to her eyes, but she did her best to blink them away. As she crouched there on her hands and knees, waiting to be used. "I--yes," Dr. Croft said chokingly. "I would--ah--like her to...to take off..." "The doc wants you to strip for him, teach," Sean said. "He wants to see you naked, just to start off with. So let's go. Get up and get those clothes off." When she didn't move quickly enough, Sean reached down, tangled his fingers in her hair, and pulled sharply. She came up, moaning, and finally stood in front of the principal's desk, swaying slightly and still looking at the floor. "Take it off, teacher slut." It didn't take long, though to her it seemed to stretch out endlessly, as in a nightmare. With trembling hands she grasped the bottom of the snug top and pulled it off over her head. Then she unclasped and unzipped the skirt and let it fall. And that was it. She heard Dr. Croft's gasp. And then his panting, louder than before, and quicker. "There you go," came Sean's voice. "That oughta give you a hard-on, Doc, right?" "I-I want--" Croft croaked. "I want to see--I want you to--" "Yeah, okay," Sean said. He reached down to his fly and unzipped himself. "Bend over the desk, teach. Spread your legs." And she did. Just as she had done for him again and again in her own classroom. Bending over the desk so that the edge of it cut into her waist. Bending all the way down, her breasts flattening against the hard surface, her face resting on Croft's blotter. Her hands grasping the sides of the desk. Her rear end sticking out. And with her legs spread as far apart as she could manage. She heard Sean laugh softly. She heard Croft's loud breathing. And she heard herself moan. In fear? In shame? In anticipation? Probably all those things. Then she felt Sean's hands on her. And then his cock. Taking her. Pushing into her ruthlessly, like a tank. Of course she was already wet. But still she had to gasp at the brutal invasion. And then he was battering her, plunging in and out like the cold heedless bastard he was, and she was moaning continually now, her body juddering with each hard thrust. And she was crying. She heard the sound of a zipper in front of her. She knew what it meant. Croft was taking out his penis. Sean's treatment must be working. Now Sean withdrew from her and she felt his hands spreading her ass cheeks. Oh god. He was going to-- She screamed as, with no preparatioin, he plunged up her ass. Her head came up from the desk and she yelled, and through her tears she caught a glimpse of Croft, his face twisted with lust, his hand moving at his crotch. Her head sank down again, but through her pain--and her other emotions--she heard Croft's voice. "No," Croft choked out. "I--Look at me, Miss Proctor. I-I want to--I want to see your face..." "You heard the man," Sean said, and then his hand was in her hair and he was pulling her head back, bringing a squall of pain from her and forcing her to look up at the small man in front of her, who was stroking himself frenziedly. His face was red, his mouth open, his chest heaving with his labored breathing. Sean held her that way until he came inside her. Then he released her hair and her head fell onto the blotter with a thud. Her legs felt weak, and she clutched at the sides to keep herself from sliding off, moans and whimpers coming from her mouth. She knew he wasn't finished. "You want to see me whip her now?" Sean asked. "I--" Croft's voice was a strangled gasp. "I do...yes...but I...I want her to...I want--" "I got it." Sean's hands now grasped her just below the hips, and with one strong motion he lifted her lower body and pushed her forward, until she was lying across the desk with her legs sticking out on one side and her head hanging off the other. "There," Sean said. "Now she can suck you good, Doc. Just grab her hair and twist it if she gives you any trouble. But she won't. Right, teacher slut?" She made a sound. It was a wordless, throaty sound, and again it meant many things. But one of the things it meant was no. She wouldn't give him any trouble. Croft moved up close to her, and his small but now very stiff cock was in front of her face. She opened her mouth for him and he put it in, giving a little cry as her lips closed around him. She heard Sean's evil chuckle as she began to suck. Croft's hands did grasp her hair, but he didn't pull or twist, just held onto it as if to steady himself as she sucked and licked at his cock. She didn't think he could last very long. Of course Sean would expect her to swallow it. And she would. Of course. Or would he... Then she froze for an instant as she heard the sound of Sean's belt being removed. A sound she knew well. Oh god. He was going to whip her while she... "Don't bite him, teach," Sean said, raising the belt. "You be careful now, 'cause if you bite him I'm gonna whip your tits off you, you got that, teacher bitch?" She made a sound around Croft's cock, and then another, louder, shriller, more agonized sound as the belt came down across her backside. "Keep sucking, baby," Sean said. She kept sucking. Croft was making hoarse noises with each breath now, and she sucked him harder, trying to bring him off as quickly as possible. But Sean brought the belt down again and again, across her ass and her back and her thighs, and at each blow she cried out around the cock in her mouth, desperately fighting the urge to clamp her teeth around it in her agony. And finally Croft came, shooting strongly but meagerly into her twisting mouth. Sean told her to swallow it, but she already had. Croft staggered back and collapsed into his chair, breathing like a bellows. Sean pulled her off the desk to her knees. "Now me," he said. He was hard again from whipping her, and after she had sucked him off and swallowed his jism and cleaned him off with her tongue, he asked Croft if he wanted her again, but Croft, still breathing hard, shook his head. "I can't," he panted. "But I...but that was...it was..." "Yeah," Sean said. "But that's nothing to what you'll see tomorrow in class. You're gonna be there, right, Doc?" "Yes," Dr. Croft said. "Yes, I...I am looking forward to it." "Yeah, so am I," Sean said. "And so is she. Aren't you, you sick little whore?" Abby was still on her knees, her head bowed, naked, aching and exhausted. "Yes, Sean," she whispered. # She couldn't sleep that night. If she went into that classroom tomorrow, her life was over. It was as stark and as simple as that. There were sixteen boys in that class. There was no way they could all keep it to themselves. It would be all over the school by the next day. It would be public knowledge soon after. She would be ruined. She couldn't just run away this time, it would be too big, it would follow her. She would probably go to prison. Surely she would never be able to teach again. She might as well kill herself. She would be killing herself. She couldn't do it. She must not do it. Sixteen boys. Taking her. Sixteen sex-mad, lusting boys. Making free with her body. Doing whatever they wanted with her, egged on my Sean's ruthless example. Fucking her. Hurting her. Making her crawl for them, making her suck them, degrading her, using her mercilessly, on and on and... Oh god. She was wet. Her nipples were throbbing. Her hands went between her legs and she heard herself moaning as she played with herself, thinking about it. No. No, she couldn't go through with it. She wouldn't. She had to. It's crazy, she told herself. It's stupid. It's suicide. I can't. I have to. No. I can't help myself. I can. I must. Sixteen boys. Sean urging them on. Dr. Croft watching. Her naked body spread out on the filthy floor, the boys... No! Yes. # In the morning she was still arguing with herself. And still losing. Don't go in, she told herself as she put on her tight top. Call in sick, stay home today. Pulling on her short skirt. You don't have to do this. What's the use? she thought. If not today, it will be another day. If I go away, it will happen someplace else. I can't help it. I have to do it. Try. For god's sake, try. It's your life! If I could stop myself... You can. I can't. Try! How? Then she thought of the handcuffs. She had almost forgotten them. Left behind by an old boyfriend, one who had liked to play games with her. Her kind of games. Bondage, domination. Until she found that games weren't enough. Games weren't real. This was real. No. Try. Please try. She found them at the bottom of a drawer. The key was still in one of the tiny keyholes. She looked around. The bed. She could cuff herself to the bed, to one of the vertical rails in the headboard. So she couldn't get loose. Couldn't go in to school. But... Do it. But she had to think rationally. How would she... Michael. Oh, this was stupid. Who was she kidding? She was going to school, she was going to that last class, she had to. No. Call Michael. Do something smart for once. Hopefully he hadn't left for work yet. She picked up the phone, started to dial. Then she hung up. She sat there holding the phone. Then she took a long breath and punched in his number. "Hello?" "Michael. Listen. I-I need you to do me a favor." "Sure. What's up?" "I-I want you to come to my house later today. After work, okay?" That would be safely past school hours. "It's important, Michael, I'll--I'll explain when you get here, okay?" "Well okay, but what's going on, Abby?" "I--I'm going to--I have to--" But she couldn't explain now. "I'll tell you later, Michael. Listen, I'll put the front door key under the flowerpot outside, so you can just come on in, okay?" "That sounds very mysterious," Michael said. "Aren't you going to be there?" "Yes, but--Oh Christ, Michael, don't ask me now, I can't--Just please be sure to come around, okay?" "I will. But Abby, are you all right? You sound--" "I'm fine," she said. "Thank you, Michael." And she hung up. Okay. She could do it now. Michael would be around to release her in the evening, and until then she could just lie there. She would be okay. And she would be saving her life. But what about tomorrow? Never mind that. If she could just get through today. Stay away from that class. It might give her strength to break out of this--this thing. Maybe. Just get through today. She tried not to think about the class as she methodically did what she had to do. First placing the door key under the flowerpot, so Michael could get in. Then taking the key to the handcuffs and, after making sure both cuffs were open, laying it carefully on a table in the bedroom. Then picking up the handcuffs and taking them to the bed. Not thinking about the class. About the sixteen boys who would be waiting for her. About the things they would make her do. Lying down on the bed. Stretching her hands over her head, through the bars of the headboard. One hand holding the cuffs. Do you really want to do this? It's the only way. But Sean. The class. The boys waiting. The only thing that saved her was the feel of the hard metal cuff as she placed it around her left wrist. There was something about it that gave her a tingle somewhere in her mind. Quickly then, she closed it around her wrist, hearing the finality of the click-click as it embraced her flesh. She closed it as tightly as she could. It felt good. Cold. Hard. Unforgiving. But the class. Sean. She could still-- No. Decisively, she put the free cuff around her other wrist, clicked it closed. Tightly. Now she couldn't get away. She could only lie there with her arms stretched over her head. The position was not uncomfortable, but the cuffs were a little tight. Well, she had seen to that. And there was something good about that tightness, something compelling in the grip of the hard cold steel against her flesh. Experimentally she tried tugging on them, but the headboard rail was thick and solid, and the cuffs were far too snug to let her slip out. Well, that was the plan. No matter how much she might want to, she wouldn't be able to get to that class. But what about tomorrow? One day at a time, she told herself. Isn't that what they tell people trying to break their addictions? One day at a time. If she could keep herself away today, maybe she could be strong enough to stop-- Bullshit, she thought. As Sean would say. And Sean...oh god, what would he do? He would be so angry...He would... Suddenly, thinking of what he might do, her nipples were hard and she was moist between her legs. Oh, Jesus, she thought. It's hopeless. I'm hopeless. What am I going to do? Again she tugged reflexively at the tight handcuffs, and their unrelenting grasp only made her hotter. She squeezed her legs together, rubbing them against each other. She could almost come, just thinking about Sean...and the class...and the sixteen boys... Stop it! she told herself. Oh god, why? Why? Lying there, she began to cry. When she stopped crying she just lay there with her eyes closed, trying not to think. Trying not to feel what she felt. And after a while she fell asleep. She was awakened by the sound of the doorbell. Startled, she tried to sit up, and was jerked back by the handcuffs. Oh god, she thought. Who could that be? Someone from school maybe, sent out to see why she hadn't shown up? No, they would have called first. Probably just a salesman or something. They'll go away when there's no answer. Then there was the sound of a key in the lock. Michael! It had to be. But-- She glanced at the clock on the bedside table. It was only one-thirty. Oh Christ, why was he-- She heard the front door open, and then his voice. "Abby?" Damn him. But there was nothing she could do about it now. "I'm in here, Michael," she called. His footsteps approaching the bedroom, his voice coming closer. "You sounded so damn strange on the phone I figured I'd come over on my lunch hour and see what--" He stopped, and his eyes went wide as he appeared in the doorway. "Jesus Christ! What the hell--" "It's all right, Michael," she said as he rushed over to her. "I was just--" "My god, Abby, who did this to you?" He was fumbling with the handcuffs now, pulling at them ineffectually. "Did they--are you--" "I'm fine, Michael, listen to me," she said firmly. He straightened up and stared down at her, and she suddenly became conscious of how she looked. She was still wearing the skimpy outfit she had put on that morning. The tiny skirt was almost around her hips, showing all of her legs and more, and the tight pullover was stretched over her braless breasts by the position of her arms. She was somewhat embarrassed by her exposure, but that was the least of her worries. "Damn it, Michael, you were supposed to come after work," she muttered. "I couldn't wait, I wanted to see if you were all right. What the hell is going on, Abby? Who did this?" "I did it," she told him. "I was trying--I wanted to--Oh Christ." And she told him the story. He already knew about Sean, of course, but since their first conversation about him she had kept most of the details to herself. Now she told him about the class, and what Sean had in mind for her, and how she had decided to keep herself from going in. "But Christ, what's the use, Michael?" she said then. "I still want to go. I can't help it, I can't control it. If I don't today, I will tomorrow. It's no use, it's hopeless. You might as well let me go right now. Just take these things off me and let me go. The key is on the table over there." "No, Abby," Michael said. "For god's sake, you can't give up like that. Look, this is good, what you did, you're trying to fight it, to save yourself, and you can. I'll help you. I'll stay with you, all right? We'll do it together." "Come on, Michael, that's crap," she said impatiently. "This thing isn't going to go away. And I can't stay here forever. I have a job to go to, and so do you for that matter. This was a bad idea. Just please get the key and let me go." "I'm not going to let you do this to yourself, Abby," Michael said firmly. "And that's all there is to it. I'll call my office and tell them I won't be back today. And we'll worry about tomorrow later. Now look, if I take those handcuffs off will you promise not to try to leave?" "No!" she said defiantly, and instantly regretted it. If he took the cuffs off she might be able to get out, even with him here. But if she said yes now, he would see through her. He was too damn smart. Michael sighed. "All right, then we'll have to keep you this way. I can't fight you physically." He looked down at her body and kind of blushed. "Here, let's cover you up." He drew a blanket over her up to her chin. "Are you comfortable?" he asked then. "Can I--do you want something to eat, or--" A plan was forming in her mind. The longer she lay there like that, the stronger was her desire--her need, her compulsion--to keep her appointment with Sean, to get to that class and whatever awaited her there. She had to. If she could get out of these cuffs...if she could get Michael to... "What's the matter, Michael?" she said in a softer tone. "You don't want to look at my body? I always thought you liked it." "What?" Michael said. "You do, don't you?" Abby said. "You've always said you wanted me. You weren't just saying that, were you, Michael?" "I--What--Of course not," Michael said. "But what does that--" "Then why cover me up?" Abby said. "It's not cold in here. Take the blanket off." When he made no move, she kicked at the blanket, pulling it down with her toes, thrashing her legs until she had kicked it off onto the floor. The effort pulled her wrists harder against the cuffs, abrading them slightly. She was panting a little, her nipples moving up and down under the tight top, and the skirt had risen even higher, exposing a bit of pubic hair. Michael reached for the blanket to put it back on her, but she said, "No!" so sharply that he stopped. "Look at me, Michael," she panted. "Take a good look. Or are you afraid it will excite you too much?" "What is this, Abby?" he demanded. "What are you doing?" "What do you think? I'm excited too, Michael. If I'm not going to go to Sean I--I need something. I need somebody. You always wanted me, Michael. Well, now's your chance." Michael was deliberately not looking at her. "Come on, Abby," he said, a little hoarsely. "This is not the time or the place. You--you're just feeling...frustrated or something. I'm not going to--I can't take advantage of your--" "Look at me, damn it!" Abby moaned, and when he did she arched her straining body from the bed, turning it toward him as best she could. "Please, Michael," she said imploringly. "I want you. I need you. Please." Michael licked his lips. "It-it's not me you want, Abby," he husked. But his eyes did not leave her now. "We have to be strong, both of us. If we can--" Deliberately she raised her knees and parted them, spreading her legs apart, letting him see what was between them. He gave a little gasp. "Come here, Michael," she whispered. "Come over here. Please." "No," Michael said. But he moved toward her anyway, as if propelled by an invisible force. "Abby, god, we can't--" "Yes we can," she breathed. "You said you wanted to help me, Michael. Well, you can. I'm so hot, Michael. Help me out. Take me." "Not like this," Michael said. "For god's sake, Abby. This is--" "Kiss me, Michael," Abby pleaded. "Just kiss me. Please. I know you love me, Michael, and I could love you too, I know I could. It's just this sickness of mine, and you can help me with it, Michael, just like you said. Help me by loving me now. Please. Please, I'm begging you, Michael. Please love me." "Abby..." He sank down to sit on the side of the bed, as though his legs could no longer hold him. "I do love you, Abby," he said hoarsely. "You know I do. But I--" "Kiss me, Michael." She shifted her body again, rubbing his thigh with hers. "Please kiss me." He made a sound in his throat as he bent to her. She raised her face to him, and their lips met. She put everything she had into that kiss. She made it sweet and sexy at once. She pressed her lips to his with loving fervor, and she moaned against his mouth, and then her mouth opened and their breath mingled, and then her tongue poked out, tentatively at first, meeting his, and then more boldly. She ran her tongue slowly over his lips and then slid it into his mouth, probing it, and then she withdrew it and took his tongue into her own mouth. Their tongues slid against each other, their lips nibbling, demanding, devouring, and when their mouths parted they were both breathing hard. "Abby, Christ--" Michael panted. His hands had not touched her during the kiss, but that had taken an effort, she knew. She saw that they were trembling now. "Touch me, Michael," she said breathelssly. "Take me. Come on. You want it, I want it. Take me. Fuck me, Michael. Yes. Fuck me, damn it. Fuck me now!" "Oh god!" he groaned. "Not this way. Christ knows I want you, Abby, but not like this. Not...not helpless like this, and...and your hands..." "Then let me loose," she whispered. "Unlock the cuffs and I won't be helpless any more. And I'll be yours, Michael. All yours." He was lost. Her heart gave a great leap as he rose and went to the table to get the little key. He was going to let her loose! But he wouldn't just let her go, she knew that. He was stronger than she was, she would have to trick him. She would have to give him what she promised first. But that was all right. She really was aroused, very aroused, from the restraint of the handcuffs, from thinking about Sean and the class...there would still be time to get to that class, if she could only... Michael was bending over her now, fitting the key in the hole at the base of one of the cuffs. He turned it, the cuff snapped open and one wrist was free. She didn't wait for him to do the other one, but brought her arms down immediately, reaching for him and pulling him down on top of her. Her mouth found his again, and with one hand she reached between them and hastily pulled down his zipper. "Abby...Abby, god..." His hands were on her now, pushing up her top, finding her breasts. She shifted beneath him as she pulled his cock free, getting into position, arching to him, guiding him to her. "Wait, wait," he gasped. "Let me..." But she didn't wait. She was very moist, and once she had him there he slid quickly inside her with a great groan. Immediately she wrapped her arms and legs around him, pulling him to her, and began to move strongly and rhythmically, her hips pumping up and down. "Yes, Michael," she panted in his ear. "Yes, do it, Michael, oh yes..." Squirming against his fully clothed body, tonguing his ear, kissing his face, his mouth, moving harder, clutching at him. He was gasping and moaning and she knew he wouldn't last long. Sean, she thought. Sean... And then she was coming, crying out as her body spasmed. It took Michael over the brink, and she held onto him as he spurted inside her, moaning loudly. Breathing hard, he collapsed on top of her. "God, Abby, I...I'm sorry," he panted. "I didn't...I wanted it to be..." "It's all right, Michael," she murmured. "It was good. It was fine. Really." "Next time will be better," he promised. "When we can...get our clothes off and...and do it right..." "Yes, darling," she murmured. "We have plenty of time." She kissed him softly. Then she said, "Oh god, Michael, I'm--I'm really thirsty. Could you--would you get me some water or something?" "Of course," Michael said. He got up then, hastily adjusting himself, and with a tentative smile left the room. As soon as she heard him moving around in the kitchen, Abby leaped from the bed, swiftly pulling her top down over her breasts and smoothing out the tiny skirt as well as she could as she moved to the bedroom door. There was no time even to put on her shoes, and they would make too much noise anyway. Quickly and quietly she made her way to the front door, frantically grabbing her car keys from her purse as she passed the hall table. Then she was out the door and headed for her car at the curb. One cuff was still locked around her left wrist, the other one, which Michael had unlocked, hanging from the little chain, gaping open. The key was back there, she couldn't do anything about that now. As she got behind the wheel and started the engine, she saw Michael come out of her house. He was shouting and running for the car, but she pulled out with a squeal of rubber and drove away, going too fast for safety but leaving him behind. She could still make it, she thought, glancing at the clock on the dashboard. If she hurried. There was just time. The last class. Would they have gotten another teacher, a substitute, when she didn't show up that morning? God please no. But Dr. Croft had planned to attend this class, he would probably take it over. She was driving fast, and there were tears in her eyes, blurring her vision. Don't let me have an accident, she prayed. I have to get there. Tears, why? But she knew. The handcuffs dangled from her wrist like a piece of obscene jewelry. Poor Michael. Poor me. She got to the school and parked haphazardly in a no-parking zone right in front. She didn't bother to take her car keys, she had no place to put them anyway. Rushing into the building, the ground rough again on her bare feet. Oh god, it was time, it was after time. Rushing through the halls to her classroom, she was aware of people staring at her in astonishment and shock. Gaping at her scanty, wrinkled outfit, her bare feet, the hanging cuffs, the tears running down her face. The classroom door was closed. She stopped outside it, panting with exertion. And with fright. And excitement. But she didn't open the door. She could still save herself. She could hear the students inside the room. Loud voices, talking, shouting, arguing. Masculine voices. Then she heard Sean's voice above the others. "She'll be here, I'm telling you!" he was saying. "She'll be here any minute, I know she will! She can't stay away. The fucking bitch does everything I tell her! She'll be crawling for all of us. So just settle down, you guys, this is gonna be a ball!" Abby heard herself whimpering. No, she thought. I can still go. I don't have to do this. Just turn around and leave. Go someplace else. Start over. Please. But she couldn't move. Bowing her head as if in defeat, she caught sight of the handcuffs again, one clutching her wrist, one hanging open. Slowly then, she moved both her hands behind her. Holding the open cuff with her left hand, she put her right wrist into it, then pushed it closed. All the way, as tightly as she could. So that her arms were fastened behind her back. She had to turn halfway around before she could get hold of the doorknob and turn it with one cuffed hand. Then she opened the door and went in. Throughout our marriage of 30 years, I have often tried to spice up our sex life. Don't get me wrong; the first 10 to 15 years were great! Those years certainly didn't need any spicing up. However, the past 15 have been tough. My wife, with a few exceptions, has considered having sex with me one of three options: as a reward, a prepayment, or premenstrual pseudo-libido. THE REWARD OPTION: The sweetest sex we had was when we got out of town for a few days. We would travel 300 miles, get a motel room and basically act like a couple of hot teenagers for the weekend. She would always surprise me with some new lingerie. I'd get her a little drunk, and we'd have a high 'ole time. THE PREPAYMENT OPTION: Other times she would attack me before one of her family gatherings. She knew I hated being around her large family and their soap-opera lives. Therefore, to make it easy for her to get a "yes" answer from me, she would bribe me with a great blowjob the night before. (To be honest, it usually worked.) THE PREMENSTRUAL PSEUDO-LIBIDO OPTION: Traditionally, the night before she starts her period, she got pretty frisky. This sex was not always that great, but hey, ANY sex is better than none at all. By this time, you might be thinking, "So what's wrong with that? Is this guy terminally oversexed, or what?" Why heaven's no, I say! Why else would I spend so much time reading and writing stories here at Literotica? Problem: 1) We can no longer afford to go out of town for getaways. Beside, the last few times we went, the magic was gone, and I couldn't even get her drunk. 2) Kids are all grown, so we don't get to visit her family on a regular basis -a mixed blessing. 3) She's now on some hormone therapy and doesn't get frisky before her period (or after, for that matter). We were living in sexual limbo, and needless to say, our relationship was rather strained. Sex has always been a difficult subject for us to discuss, without both of us becoming defensive. This prompted me to take another stab at spontaneity and infuse the relationship with a little sexuality. At this point I figured what could it hurt? Since my sexual advances were having little or no effect on her, I opted to bring in a third party. I knew she still loved me on several levels, so I didn't feel adding another person would put our marriage in jeopardy. The only difficulty with pursuing this final option was finding the perfect third party. Since she finds alternate life styles, i.e., lesbianism totally offense, it had to be a man. It had to be a younger man -some free and easy type, who would light up her ego and get her juices flowing. The man would have to be single, good looking, sexy, and well hung. I knew from observation she was secretly attracted to the tall, dark and handsome type. It also had to be someone we both knew, since (hopefully) she would reject having an affair with a stranger. Narrowing down the prospects, I made a short list of available men. The next trick was confronting my final choice with the opportunity. I worked with a 40-year-old divorcee named Dave, and he seemed to fit most of my prerequisites. He stood 6 ft. tall with black hair and bedroom eyes that made him quite the lady's man. Being a lady's man is why he was divorced, but Barb didn't know that. He was more than a casual acquaintance of mine, and I knew Barb had met him in my company a few times. I invited him to play some Saturday golf. He agreed and even set up the tee time for us. I wanted to check him out further, before springing such an idea on him. The golf outing was a success. We each shot within strokes of each other and I found him very relaxing to be around. We discussed all the typical guy stuff: sports, work, weather and women. Speaking of woman, I was pleasantly surprised to discover we shared a mutual taste in buxom blondes. I also learned that his former mistress was 8 years his senior. Everything seemed to be falling in place, when we hit the showers. As we toweled off, I sneaked a peek at his jewels. I speculated the length of his thick, flaccid cock at 5 inches, which was more than enough to fill my requirements. "How 'bout going for a cold one, Dave?" I smiled. "Sounds good to me," he answered. I made some lame excuse about having to drop off something by the house, and he followed me home. I wanted Barb and Dave to have a good look at each other, before I made my determination. "Honey, I'm home!" I yelled, from the front door. There was no response, so I yelled louder, and ushered Dave into the front room. Soon we heard footsteps on the kitchen floor. Apparently Barb had been sunbathing in the backyard. She entered the front room, tying the bra straps of her bikini. "Shit, Donny! I didn't know you had company!" She said, half-smiling up at Dave. Looking into his piercing eyes, she felt naked. She crossed her arms to cover her huge tits and tried to find a relaxed pose. "Sorry Dear, you remember Dave, don't you?" "Hi Barb, its been a while. How ya doing?" He extended his hand and smiled. She let go of her arms, shook his hand and returned his smile. His smile must have relaxed her, since she let her hands fall down to her sides. I could see her nipples start to harden as they engaged in light conversation. They seemed to hit it off right away, so I excused myself to the kitchen for some beers. I returned with 3 cold ones, offered the beers, and they both reached for one, without breaking their conversation. I invited him to take a seat, and the two of us sat on the couch across from Barb. The conversation shifted from remarks about the weather, work, and hobbies. As she talked, she brushed back her hair, in a flirting manner. This caused her bra strap to fall from her shoulder. Caught up in his good looks, she ignored it. I was amazed how relaxed she was around him. This was only the first time she spoke to the man, and she had done nothing to cover herself. The conversation switched to her hobbies. She giggled and crossed her bare legs, as David complimented her choice of colors, arrangement, whatever. I was more into observing their body language, rather than what was actually said. "You know Hon, we were planning on going to the bar..." I started. "Well, why don't you guys just hang out here? We've got plenty of beer, chips and stuff. I could even whip up some dip." She said, smiling. "What do ya think, Dave?" I asked. "If it doesn't matter to you Don, we can stay put. Besides, I doubt if the waitresses at the bar are wearing bikinis," he laughed. Barb turned red at his remark, and realized that she had been sitting in front of us practically naked. Dave winked at me and we both laughed. "Oh God, look at me! I'm so embarrassed. Donny, why did you let me sit here half naked? I'll be right back." She got up promptly and headed out of the room. "Hey Babe, don't be upset. We we're just enjoying the show!" I yelled, watching her full ass jiggle as she walked away. Turning back to us at the doorway, she seductively pulled her other bra strap down, and stared directly at Dave. "I'm sure you DID!" She said, and made her exit. "Wow, Don! You never said you had such a hot wife!" "Yeah, she can be pretty hot, when she feels like flirting. I think she enjoys your company." I heard her footsteps in the hallway, and knew she had to have heard our remarks. I invited him to see our recroom in the basement. He admired my pool table and suggested we play a game. After downing another beer, he opened up and told me about his ex-wife. According to Dave, she had become rather frigid in bed. That's when he resorted to having the affair with an older woman. "Mature women are more relaxed lovers, and so much more sexy than younger women. At least to ME they are," he said, as a matter-of-fact. I agreed with him and thought this might be an excellent time to propose a hypothesis. "So what do you think of Barb? I mean, if she wasn't attached. Is she the kind of woman that would appeal to you?" "Oh HELL YES! No offense, Don, but even if she WERE attached to anyone but you, I'd definitely make a pass at her!" Whatever jealous feelings I might have had changed to feelings of excitement and pride. Just the idea of this younger lady's man being attracted to my wife was arousing. That's when I asked him a very leading question. "Suppose you were given the opportunity, how would you go about making a play for her?" I asked, laughingly. He looked at me dead in the eyes and put his big hand on my shoulder. "You can't be serious, Don! You surely don't want me to make a play for Barb, do you?" I laughed nervously and shrugged it off. This process was going a lot faster than I ever anticipated. If this was THE GUY I wanted to service my wife, I needed to be more tactful than that. As I tried to conjure up a response to take us off the subject, I heard Barb's voice. "So are you two ready for some dip?" She yelled. Our eyes drifted up from the pool table, in answer to her offer. I was stopped cold at the incredible sight of her. She had taken a shower and fixed her shoulder-length ash blond hair. Her makeup was on heavy, like she was going out on the town. She wore a short, lightweight, one-piece sundress that barely reached her tanned thighs. It had buttons all the way down the front, but she had four buttons opened, exposing her delicious cleavage. As she jiggled across the floor, the swaying of her 36dd's made it clear she was braless. She hadn't dressed like this, since we were dating, some 30 years ago. I was speechless. "Barb, you make one hot waitress with or without the bikini!" Said Dave, taking the snack tray from her. She blushed and shook her blonde hair away from her face. "Can I get you another beer, or something?" She asked Dave directly. Even a blind man could see she was openly flirting with him. She watched his eyes follow her, as she went over to the bar. I knew he was also caught up in her advances, and wondered just how far he would go, considering my suggestive questions. I didn't have to wait long to find out. He put down his pool cue and sauntered over to the bar. "Yes Miss, I'll have another, but can I fix YOU something, instead of a beer?" He prodded. She pondered and stared up at the ceiling and answered. "Well, we do have makings for Martinis?" "Martini it is! Your wish is my command, Ma'am," he smiled. SIDEBAR: Barb loves Martinis and will have one on rare occasions. Only one, mind you. Two Martinis and she has been known to lose control. Dave mixed and flirted. I watched and pretended to eye up a pool shot. He poured her the Martini and she downed half of it in no time. I finished my pool shot and reminded him of his turn. That seemed to shake him from her spell temporarily and he came back to the pool table. Barb, Martini in hand. approached me. She stood face-to-face with me and asked sweetly if she could play. I smelled her perfume, as she seductively moved against me, like a cat in heat. She positioned her huge tits on either side of my upper arm and reached down in front of my pants to grab my cock. I reminded her that pool wasn't her "game". "Oh PLEASE? How else will I learn, if I don't get to play? Maybe someone should teach me?" "I could show you how, that is, if you don't mind, Don?" With her hand on my cock, she squeezed. "Dave wants to show me how?" She whimpered. "Sure, maybe he can teach you something," I said, with my erection growing from her touch. She let go, patted my cock, and slinked over to Dave. The double-meaning comments between the two continued, as she brushed up against his fit body. "Oh look, Barb, you need a refill," he said, not realizing her limit. She glanced at me and smiled questionly. "Should I have another Martini, Honey?" She asked me, knowing it would most likely put her over the edge. I immediately weighed the options, and decided that if this threesome would ever happen, now was the best chance. "Sure Barb. Go for it. Its party time!" I determined. He poured her another and she quickly downed half of that one. Picking up the pool cue, she stood facing the table, and me with Dave right behind her. She leaned over the table and shoved her ass back against his crotch. Resting her boobs on the table, she wiggled her ass and smiled at me. "So, you gonna show me how to use your stick, or what?" He moved his obvious hardon next to her ass and leaned over to fix her grip on the cue. The more he tried to arrange her fingers on the cue, the more she shoved her ass up against him. "Ooh, I don't know if I can handle such a big stick. Donny, you don't suppose his stick bigger than yours?" "I think it just might be, Dear," I said, smiling at how wasted she was getting. Dave repeatedly gave me questioning looks, as if to ask whether his behavior was OK. I just smiled at him and nodded my head in approval. He excused himself to the bathroom, and I went over to steady Barb. Walking toward her, I noticed another button had come undone. Now her dress was open to the waist and there wasn't much left to the imagination. "Getting pretty tanked, aren't you, Honey? Perhaps you should fix your dress?" I asked, staring at her chest. "What's wrong Donny? Don't you like me showing off these big tits?" She defiantly undid another button, which was gave her enough room to pull open the dress. She pulled her arms out and let it drop to the floor. My jaw must have also dropped to the floor, when I saw she was completely naked. Reaching to my pants, she pulled down the fly. Taking my hard cock out, she went to her knees. "I think THIS is what needs fixing," she said, gripping my cock. I stood in total amazement, as she consumed my dick. She jacked me and sucked away at my 8 inches like a crazed woman. She was in the process of deep throating me, when it occurred to me that Dave would soon be back. "Honey, the last thing in the world I want you to do right now is stop, but Dave will be back soon," I stated. Her response was non-verbal. She looked up into my eyes, and pulled my cock out, except for the head. With her teeth, she rimmed the edge of the glans. This almost brought me to an orgasm. She felt it building and gripped the base super tight, so I couldn't cum. Just then Dave returned from the bathroom. Quickly observing Barb's blowjob, he apologized and started for the door. Keeping her firm grip on me, Barb turned her head toward the door. "What's wrong -never seen a wife give her husband a blowjob? Just sit there and watch this." She used my erection and pointed to a nearby chair. He slowly obeyed and took a seat, as she resumed her sucking. Moaning like a cheap whore, she whipped my cock out of her mouth and jacked it hard and fast. "Give it to me. Fuck my face. Cum on your slut wife -now!" With that, my cock exploded and I shot a few long streams of white cum all over her face. She continued pumping me, until I let go another small load into her mouth. She licked my cock clean, stood up and French-kissed me with a mouthful of my own cum. She reached down, wadded up her dress and wiped her face with it. She looked over at Dave, who was massaging the outline of his huge cock. "I'm sorry if that offended you, Dave, but Donny's stick needed some attention," she said, stepping back into her stained dress. "Think nothing of it Barb. Every man needs his stick fixed, from time to time," he smirked. "Well Donny, if you don't mind, I think Dave wants to finish his lesson?" She pointed her question at Dave. They both looked at me for approval. I knew that what came next would forever change our marriage and whatever relationship I had with Dave. I was going to witness my wife getting fucked by a younger stud, and I had been responsible for setting it up. Moral questions of trust and fidelity filled my head. Did I really need to share my wife with another man? Had our marriage dissolved to the point, that I could no longer totally please her? Would she find his dick totally irresistible and dump me? Do I know enough about this guy to trust him to be discreet? I stood transfixed, staring at the two of them, until Barb's words broke the silence. "I think I REALLY DO NEED this lesson, Honey," she said, in a soft voice. It suddenly became clear that this was ultimately her decision, and I've never denied her in the past. "You two don't mind if I watch? I just might pick up some valuable pointers," I said, resolutely. They both smiled at me and then at each other. Once again she assumed her position at the head of the pool table, with Dave lined up behind her. She took hold over the pool cue again and leaned over the felt surface. Stepping back, she again shoved her ass against his crotch. He leaned over her once again and whispered in her ear. She smiled politely, as his whispers continued. He ground his pelvis into her ass, while his hands started to caress her boobs. Her breathing became much heavier. She turned her head slightly to his and whispered something. He stood up, stepped back and loosened his pants. He pealed his shorts off with them, and they dropped in a heap at his feet. His erection was something to behold. His 10-inch long cock stood at full attention, as he slowly raised her short dress. She still hadn't actually seen his huge cock, but she was about to feel it. He pushed his meat down to rub her bare ass crack. Feeling the length of him, she looked sweetly at me and burst out with a comment I'd never heard from her. "Time to stop talkin' and start chalkin'," she demanded. Her sopping wet pussy lips parted, as his tool entered. He wasted no time with preliminaries and shoved it in all the way in one, long stroke. "Oh Godddd!" She yelled. She dropped the pool cue and dug her nails into the felt. Her eyes opened wide and rolled back, as her teeth bit into her lower lip. "Time to fix MY stick, Baby!" Exclaimed Dave. He started pumping his cock back and forth, faster and harder, until he finally settled on a steady, fucking rhythm. "God, its so BIG!" She cried, staring straight at me. Her pussy expanded and adjusted to his length and girth. Whatever pain she might have felt soon turned into pure pleasure. Watching the resulting change in her expression assured me that I had made the right decision. "Don, your wife has such a tight pussy -VERY nice and tight," Dave commented, like he was savoring a fine wine. "I think I could fuck her for hours. Would you mind?" Seeing her in perfect ecstasy, I responded, "I think it's just what the doctor ordered." For the first time, I watched, in awe, as she had one orgasm after another. Following her third climax, my own dick was at full mast again. I noticed her legs wobbling, and asked if she was OK. In between his long thrusts, she admitted to being a little weak. I suggested to Dave that she might be more comfortable on the couch. He slowed down and pulled out his wet dick. She stood up, let out a long sigh and pulled off her dress. She took hold of our cocks and walked us to the couch. "I might be worthless in billiards, but I DO know how to shake a good stick, or two," she said, seductively. She had me lay on the couch, so she could straddle me. Lowering herself onto my hardon, she began to ride me with a vengeance. Dave stood near her, stroking his big sloppy dick, as he watched her huge tits flying and smashing into one another. She was definitely into fucking me hard, and hadn't noticed the proximity of his cock. She reached to hold her massive tits still, when she felt it on her cheek. Her eyes gently closed and she turned her opened mouth to accept his cock. She slowed down her attack on my dick. Her hands loosened and then fondled her tits, as she slowly sucked in more of his cock. "Take him all, Baby. Show him what a good cocksucking momma you are. That's it. Take it ALL!" I prodded her. Barb leaned her head back, relaxed her throat muscles and proceeded to gobble up his entire meat. "God Dam Man! I've never, and I mean NEVER, had a woman take it ALL! What a woman. I think I'm in love!" Barb's eyes smiled up at him. She brought my hands to feel her chest, wrapped both of her hands around the base of Dave's cock and gave him one of her patented, sloppy blowjobs. Grinding her pussy into me, she tightened her cunt and I shot my load. She came, as she felt my hot cum shoot into her. As she climaxed, her mouth opened wide, and her teeth clamped down on Dave's throbbing cock. It took him over the edge and his warm semen shot to the back of her throat. After gagging on his first big load, she jacked and pumped him, until he unloaded again all over her tits. As she had done to me before, she sucked him dry and kissed him. This must have been the first time he tasted his own cum, and it turned him on. As she Frenched him, remarkably his cock got hard again. "Whoa, down boy!" Barb admonished him. Again she wiped his cum off her boobs with her dress, and then put it back on. I wondered how she could be comfortable wearing the cum-soaked frock. She said she was going to save it, as a memento of such a wonderful day. Whatever her reason, the odor reminded me of an x-rated movie theatre, and I said so (big mistake). "Oooh, now THAT would be FUN! Let's go to a movie, guys!" She squealed, like a kid. I tried to change the subject, but she wouldn't let it die. She was acting like some 9-year-old desperate to see a Disney movie, and there was no changing her mind. We had been to an x-rated movie once, many, many years ago and the experience was less than rewarding. Her reaction then was one of utter disgust and paranoia. We didn't last more than 15 minutes, and had to leave. Now I wondered if I had created a slut-monster? I finally gave in and said we could go, on one condition -that she wear her full-length overcoat. She agreed, and went to change. Dave made some excuse about having a prior commitment, and said he might meet up with us at the theatre later. I thanked him for stopping by and for servicing my wife. "Hey Don, the pleasure was all mine. I owe you one, big-time!" He winked and shook my hand. "Donny, mix me another Martini, please?" Barb yelled, from the bedroom. THREE, I thought to myself. This is uncharted territory. To error on the safe side, I mixed it half-strength and brought it to her. She had fixed her hair and reapplied her makeup, but she was still wearing the same smelly sundress. She noticed my expression, took a healthy swig and said the dress made her feel like a slut. "You're not taking your prim and proper wife to the fuck flicks, Honey. You're taking a slut. For the first time in our marriage, I've been unfaithful. I fucked a stranger in front of my husband, and... and I loved it! I sucked and fucked you both, like some porno queen, and I loved it! Tonight, I will be a slut. I've got plenty of tomorrows to be your faithful, proper wife. For one night, I'm going to live out some fantasies -yours AND mine!" In all our years of marriage, I don't think I was ever more exhilarated than at that moment. I mentioned that Dave had to leave. She was disappointed at first, until I told her he might see us later. She downed her drink, threw on a trench coat, and we headed out to the cinema. We got in the car and had just pulled out of the driveway, when she spoke, "Remember back when I used to give you highway hummers, Honey?" She asked, uncrossing her legs. Spreading her legs wide, she reached down and hiked up her dress. Dipping two fingers into her bare pussy, she held them to my lips. I licked her juices and recalled that was the good-ole-days. She leaned over on all fours, unzipped my pants, and took my semi-flaccid cock in her mouth. I pulled her dress up over her ass and finger-fucked her, just like the old days. It was a dark night and the traffic was minimal, so I didn't stop her from sucking my cock to a full erection. By the time we arrived at the theatre, I was ready to shoot my load, but I restrained myself. She wanted me to cum, until I convinced her, it might be better to save it for later. I bought two tickets and we entered the seedy theatre. "You're right Donny. It does smell like my dress in here." We stood and waited for our eyes to adjust to the dark, stinking pit. The place could probably seat 200. Tonight there were maybe 20 people. I was sure they were mostly men. I mentioned it might be safer for us to sit in the back seats, so nobody could sneak up behind us. "Hey, we're not here to play it safe tonight. Let's sit over there, so we can catch all the action," she said, pointing to the middle of the theatre. I followed her down the dark isle. Once the patrons caught a glimpse of her blonde hair, even with the trench coat, they knew it was a woman. Some of them called for her to sit next to them, as we passed by. She turned to a group of them, smiled, spread open her coat and curtsied. The men applauded. "Geez, Barb! Those horny old dogs will be after you, like flys on shit now," I said, taking my seat. "Oh, some of them aren't that old. This will be fun!" she laughed. As predicted, we hadn't been there a few minutes, when we were surrounded on all sides. Barb couldn't help but notice all the attention. "Now boys, we're all here to watch the show, right?" She said, motherly. "Yes Ma'am, we are definitely here for a show!" Said one guy, smirking. Just then the screen lit up with previews of 'Cuming Attractions'. We sat back in our seats and soon the guys were actually watching the screen, instead of Barb. One of the feature movies started. It was your normal wham-bam-thank-you-maam saga that everyone expects. The non-plot story featured some beautiful young starlets and a few, well-hung co-stars. It was long before the theatre was filled with the typical sounds of overdubbed moans and slurping sounds. Barb started to giggle at the actor's make believe antics. "God, this is so unreal," she whispered. "I know, but THAT'S not," I added, motioning for her to look at the men around us. Nearly all the men were in different stages of masturbation, some of them with their dicks out. Their eyes were glued to the screen, and we could faintly hear a chorus of heavy breathing all sides of us. "Wow, that IS amazing!" She noted. She slyly peered at all the guys, trying to sneak a peak at their equipment. Many of them were happy to oblige, when they caught her staring. She turned back to the screen, crossed her legs and opened her coat. "God, it's sure getting warm in here. Did they turn the heat up?" She asked. "Honey, I think you're the one who's hot." "Oh, that's so nice of you to say. How come you don't have your cock out?" She whispered. "I was just waiting for you, Dear," I answered. She slowly peeled off the trench coat, unbuttoned a few of her top buttons and flapped her skirt up and down. "Jesus, it's hot it here!" She said, out loud. She hiked her dress up to her thighs and swung her legs back and forth, to fan her pussy. The men glanced at her, when she lowered her hands under the hem of her dress. She took two pussy-soaked fingers and ran them across my lips. "See how hot I am? Are you this hot? Let's see..." she said, and unzipped my pants. She took my cock out and stroked it a few times. Suddenly three or four guys moaned in unison. "I think we're being watched," she whispered. "I think they're watching you, Honey," I answered. "Do you think so? We'll see about that." She let go of my cock and sat back in her seat. On the screen was a gang-bang scene with five or six guys nailing one girl. She pretended to watch the movie and started feeling up her tits. As she pinched her nipples, we heard the shuffling of shoes behind us. Sitting up straight, she slowly unbuttoned her entire dress and pulled it wide open. Her naked body was on full display. The "oohs and aahs" assured her that she had their complete attention. She massaged her melons for several minutes, then put both hands on her thighs. I started jacking my erection at the sight of her. Her eyes closed, she leaned her head back. With her legs spread wide, she shoved her fingers into her wet pussy. This caused her forearms to squeeze her huge tits together and thrust them forward. Parting her pussy lips wide with one hand, she fingered her clitoris with the other. She scooted down further in her seat, continuing her heated masturbation. Without opening her eyes, she spoke. "Touch me. Touch me." I reached over and caressed one of her tits. Soon, another hand joined mine on her other tit. It was the hand of some guy sitting two seats on her right. He watched my actions and mimicked my every caress. He looked at me, then down at the seat next to her. He had a nice smile and a gentle touch, so I nodded my head. Taking that as an invitation, he quickly moved to the seat next to my wife. As we continued to massage her heaving tits, a pair of hands came from over her shoulders. I looked back to see a young man, who also nodded at me. His smooth hands caressed both sides of her face and jaw. She felt his light touch and turned her head slightly to run her lips over his fingers. His hands worked their way down to her chest. Once I felt his hands touch mine, I nodded to the other guy to follow me. The stranger from behind took over our job, and I worked my hand down to her legs. The guy next to her did the same. Her breathing accelerated, when she felt our touch on her upper thighs. With closed eyes, she licked her lips and took hold of our hands. She pulled our hands to her wet pussy. Our fingers learned quickly to work together. I spread her lips, as he lightly teased her clit. He did such an expert job, she soon climaxed. While he brought her to an orgasm, I inserted two fingers into her cunt. Her hands flew over to our crotches and she started pumping both of our hard cocks. The guy next to her came quickly all over her hand and himself. She wiped his cum on her dress and pulled his hand off her pussy. Gently, she moved the hands from behind her from her tits. She sat up, opened her eyes and smiled at her suitors. Then, in one turn, she bent down and took my cock in her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down on my tool, as she slurped, sucked and moaned loudly. My hips bucked against her face, while she swallowed my cock. She stopped sucking, took my throbbing cock out and pumped me to climax. My sperm flew all over her face. She made sure of that. That's when I felt a hand grip my shoulder. "Did you guys get tired of waiting? Barb, nice facial!" It was Dave. I was never more relieved. "Man, you guys are loud. We could hear her blowing you from the back seats!" "WE?" I asked. He stepped aside, and there stood a beautiful brunette. Dressed in a tube top and short leather skirt, she was stunning. "Linda, this is Don, and the lady with cum on her face is Barb." Linda smiled and said hello. Blushing Barb pulled her dress up to wipe her face and shyly returned the hello. "Hey, down in front!" Some guy yelled. Dave noticed the men glaring at Linda, and suggested we join them in the back. Barb pulled her coat over her shoulders and we followed them to a less populated area in the back. Linda and Barb went to the restroom. I quizzed Dave about Linda. He said she was an occasional girlfriend, who liked going to porno flicks. "Remember, I said I owed you one? Well, she's the one!" "Are you crazy? She's half my age. Beside that, Barb could NEVER deal with that!" I said, thanking him for the gesture. He just smiled and said, "We'll just see how it goes, and play it by ear. OK?" The ladies returned and took their seats between us. They sat next to each other, with me on Barb's side and Linda next to Dave. The two giggled at the lame talent on screen and made off-color remarks. After about 10 minutes, they were getting along like old buddies. They stopped watching the movie and started into a quiet conversation. They tried to keep it down to a whisper, but often their voices erupted in laughter. I warned Barb to keep it quiet, observing the patron's backward sneers. "Do you know what Linda does for a living?" She whispered to me. "She's a prostitute -a whore! Isn't that exciting?" I was stunned and asked her how she knew that. "I just asked where she worked, and she told me. I told her I was your slut for the evening. She got a kick out of that. Then I asked if Dave was her "trick". She said he was her boyfriend and she was taking the night off." "I would have never guessed from her appearance she was a hooker," I said. "I know. She's so pretty, and such a nice person," said Barb. We went back to viewing the movie. We sat quietly and watched a Lesbian scene unfold. The scene with two women was hot. Even Barb (the devout anti-lesbian) seemed to be aroused. With her eyes glued to the screen, I heard her whisper to Linda. "So Linda, do you ever do women for money?" There was a long pause. "No," she said. Another long pause. "I mean, well, I've made out with plenty of women, but usually not for money," she whispered. "What about older women... you would probably have to charge them, huh?" Asked Barb, as she watched a young, buxom blonde starlet go down on the brunette. After another long pause, I saw Linda rest her hand on Barb's thigh. "There is no charge for a sweet, sexy woman that I'm attracted to," said Linda, lightly squeezing Barb's thigh. Barb looked down at Linda's hand, and then turned to face her. "I'm afraid my dress must smell terrible," Barb said, staring into her dark eyes. "It smells like fresh cum," whispered Linda, inching her face closer to Barb. "Some of it is fresh." "Yes, I feel something wet," said Linda, running her fingers over a wet spot on the fabric. Barb's legs spread apart. She raised her hand and softly ran her index finger on Linda's lower lip. Linda licked her lips and teased Barb's finger with her tongue. "I bet you have a wet spot that's even fresher, hum? Let's see." Linda slowly pulled up Barb's dress, until her pussy was in full view. She put her hand directly on Barb's bush and ran a finger into her wet pussy lips. Barb's whole body shuddered at her touch. "Ummmm, see how wet you are?" She brought her dripping finger to her mouth, merely inches from Barb's face. "...and juicy too! Want a taste?" Barb's hand fell from Linda's face and landed on Linda's ample cleavage. She started to move her hand, when her fingers caught on the tube top. One of her long fingernails got tangled in the fabric, so when Barb jerked her hand away, down came the top. Barb frantically tugged to release her finger and looked down at Linda's naked bosom. She gave up the battle, not wanting to tear the fabric. Embarrassed, she kept her head down and continued to ogle Linda's young tits. Linda lifted Barb's face up to hers again. "Why I think you're trying to rape me, Barb. That's not fair. I think a little turn-about is in order," laughed Linda. Barb's eyes fixed on Linda's, as Linda's expert fingers unbuttoned Barb's dress and pulled it down to reveal her jugs. "Oh, what do we have here? 36D -no, double D's, right?" Barb nodded. Linda massaged them and teased her hard nipples, like only a woman could. She stopped briefly and freed Barb's fingernail from her top. Resuming her massage, she broke the silence. "Such a nice big set of tits. Do you let men cum on them?" "I did today," Barb answered, in a daze. "Wish I could been there. I would have gladly licked it off those big melons." Barb broke a smile. "You could put my top back on now, or not. I kinda like showing them off, you know. They're D-cups too, just 34 though. Do you think they sag too much?" Barb hardly noticed when Linda put her hand on hers placed it on her chest. Barb's hand, as if on autopilot, cupped and fondled the pert, young tits. "They are perfect, simply perfect," remarked Barb. My wife continued feeling up the lovely Linda. Linda reached down and teased Barb's clit. She rubbed and stroked it, faster and faster, until Barb was ready to climax. Then, she stopped. "Wouldn't you like to find MY wet spot?" "NO!" Cried Barb. She stopped her breast fondling, pulled Linda's hand away from her cunt, and turned her head back to the screen. The two starlets were wrapped in a lurid '69 and moaning like two dogs in heat. She watched subconsciously, and debated her next move. She looked down at my full erection, as I stroked it and watched the movie. "Donny, she tried to put the make on me." "And...?" I asked. "And, part of me liked it. I'm just afraid to take it any further." "Well, just go as far as any other slut would go," I suggested. Somewhat reluctantly, she turned back to Linda. By then, Linda was in a heated embrace with Dave. She watched Dave's hands roughly tugging on Linda's tits. Their tongues danced together, as Linda undid her skirt. She lifted her ass and slid the skirt down her long legs to the floor. Dave's hand pulled away Linda's thong and he shoved his fingers up her pussy. Barb couldn't stop watching, as Linda pushed Dave back in his seat. He held his enormous hardon, as Linda stood up and turned around. Looking right at Barb, she spread her pussy lips and sat down on his huge cock. She rode his 10" cock up and down its entire length, over and over. Holding her tits to keep them from flapping, she bit down on her lip to stifle a scream. Barb was beginning to feel jealous, but she wasn't quite sure of whom. The hard fucking duo had been at it for about 10 minutes, when Linda mouthed something to Barb. Unable to make out what she was trying to say, Barb stood and moved next to her. Only between Dave's deep thrusts, Linda was able to speak. "I want.......to do.........that...........to.... you," she said, and pointed to the screen. Barb turned to see the two lesbians eating out each other, and looked back at Linda. "I know YOU do! I just don't know if I ...." She was interrupted when Linda's hands gripped her tits and pulled her face to hers. "NOW," Linda said, sternly. Reaching behind Barb's head, Linda jerked her lips to hers. Once again, Barb froze. Standing there with her open, cum-soaked dress draped over her nakedness, her legs almost gave way. She felt a chill run up her spine when the pretty, young hooker tenderly kissed her lips. The chill soon was replaced by the warmth of the stranger's gentle fingers and hands moving up and down her torso. The overwhelming sensations were no longer obscene or wrong. Linda's touch was comforting and soothing, but also wildly erotic. With Linda's fingers buried in her wet pussy, and her mouth full of Barb's big tit, she couldn't hold back. She ran her hand up Linda's thighs and on up to her shaven pussy. Linda's stretched pussy still rode Dave's huge cock, but much slower now. As Linda's juices coated her fingers, Barb could feel the tip of her proud pussy lips, and then her clit. "Oh God Yes! That's it! Don't stop!" Linda yelled. The female cry got the immediate attention of the patrons, and they turned to look. Seeing they were now the "show", Barb quickened her strokes and bent over to suck one of Linda's tits. Linda's head flew back, as she ground her cunt into Dave's mammoth cock and Barb's fingers. Her grunts and moans filled the theatre. Many of the patrons were now standing, to get a better view. With cocks flying, many of them ejaculated. Linda let out one, final, long scream, and soon Barb's hand was full of hot cum. She pulled her hand from Linda's dripping pussy and started to wipe it on her dress, when Linda stopped her. "This one's for ME, Baby," said Linda, as she brought Barb's soaked hand to her face. She licked the cum from Barb's hand, until it was clean. It was then that the patrons got unruly, and we decided it was a good time to leave. The ladies quickly dressed and we were out of there in a flash. Dave asked if we felt like a drink, and that his van was parked nearby. We agreed and piled into his conversion van. The oversized van was a sight to behold. Plush, crushed velvet lined the entire interior. The sexy little sin pit was well appointed with indirect lighting, wet bar, DVD video and a huge mattress. Barb and I both commented on what a beautiful layout he had. He explained that since his divorce, he often lived out of his van. Barb was totally enchanted with the van, and spread herself on the mattress. "Your van is so cute, Dave! Can't we stay here and have drinks?" "Sure, we can Barb. What can I fix you -another Martini?" He asked, now fully aware of its effects. "Oooh, that would be sweet. A Martini is just what I need!" As he started mixing, I whispered to him to make hers half-strength. He complied, switched on some music, and we relaxed with our drinks. "Oh Dam, I completely forgot about this stinky dress! Dave, you wouldn't have anything I could throw on? I don't want to ruin your bed spread." "I don't think that bed spread is unfamiliar with cum stains, but if you would feel more comfortable, I think I might have something," laughed Dave. He opened a dresser drawer filled with all kinds of frilly lingerie and told her to take her pick. Barb was amazed at his collection and motioned for Linda to come see the goodies. "Geez Dave, are you a cross dresser, or what?" Asked Linda. "Hell No! That's just leftovers that have accumulated over the past few years. You girls are welcome to whatever you want." Soon they had dumped out the entire drawer. They shed their clothes and started trying different outfits on. They kept asking our opinion on what looked good. The fabrics were all so shear and sexy, it really didn't really matter which ones they picked. We liked them all. The women were more critical. "Here Barb, try this on," said Linda, handing her a pink camisole. Barb pulled it on, but it was rather tight around her big boobs. "I think this is too small for my big old tits, Linda. I think it would look much better on your sweet, young body." "Nonsense! The color is perfect and your tits are scrumptious! Don't you think, Donny?" Said Linda, stroking Barb's nipples. "I think you BOTH have outstanding tits, and you will both look great in any of this stuff!" I said, appreciating their huge racks. "Barb, your husband is such a sweetheart. I could just eat him up! Mind if I try?" Linda winked at me, and then turned to Barb with a questioning look. Barb realized Linda was seductively serious and looked at me for an answer. I smiled and shook my head "no". Barb turned back to Linda. "Sure. I suppose he deserves a little extra action, after all I've had today. Just don't be too good a lover. I couldn't stand to lose him." The young, slinky brunette, wearing nothing but a thong and thigh-high nylons crept toward me like a panther. I tried to laugh off her advances, but when I looked up at Dave, he was all smiles. "Paybacks are hell, buddy," he said. I watched silently, as she stripped off my clothes. She French-kissed me and I suddenly felt a pang of guilt, knowing my wife was watching all of this. The beautiful whore was much too attractive for me not to be aroused. My cock hardened at her touch, as I glanced to see Barb's expression. Barb was speechless, like she was observing a root canal. "I promise not to be too good, Donny," said Linda. She could see how nervous I was. She needed to break the ice and somehow put us both at ease. She motioned for Barb. "I need your help, Honey. Come here and show me your technique." Like the pro, she knew all the tricks. Involving Barb in my seduction was genius! Barb crawled over and took hold of my growing erection. "I don't do much special, really. I'm sure its nothing, compared to what you can do, Linda." "That's bullshit Barb! Most wives know exactly what it takes to please their man. They just forget from time to time, how much it means to them. Dave had nothing but praise for your talents, earlier today. He said you deep-throated him like a real pro. Now show us your stuff, girl!" Barb's blowjobs were a thing of beauty, especially when she put her heart and soul into it. Bound and determined to impress her new friend, she took my cock in her mouth. Right away she swallowed my 8 inches to the hilt. I let out a deep moan and Linda gripped the base of my cock, while Barb bobbed up and down on my boner. "That's a girl. Take him all the way in. He loves it. Don't you Donny?" Asked Linda, teasing my balls with her tongue. "God Yes! Hell Yes! I LOVE IT!" I yelled repeatedly. "Let's try this..." Barb took my cock out and Linda showed her how both of them could suck it together. They both licked the sides of my dick at once, and then took turns sucking in just the head. I was in whore heaven. Every time I felt my climax coming, Linda gripped the base hard and stopped my ejaculation. They had my cock so hard, I thought it would implode. Instead, it exploded with thick, white cum. It felt like lightning was shooting from my balls, through the rigid shaft and into their waiting mouths. Like the slut whores they were, they licked up every drop, kissed each other and swapped my load, until they had swallowed it all. "Hey Linda, don't teach me too much! Donny will get spoiled, and besides, I've got to go back to being a respectable, faithful, proper wife tomorrow!" "So, you're kinda like Cinderella? Slut-for-a-night? You really think it ends tonight? That's pretty optimistic of you. Just don't be too surprised if the clock strikes 12, and you still have a craving for big cocks and pretty pussy." "That thought DID cross my mind, but I've got too much invested in my marriage and family. I have to consider tonight as one final way to blow off some pent up sexual energy." "Well, we'd better get busy then. There's only two hours left to make all those latent fantasies of yours come true." Laughed Linda. "Why don't you boys go to that bar across the street. We need to have some 'girl talk'. We'll join you later, OK?" Said Linda. Dave and I did as we were told and went to the little tavern. Barb was excited at the prospect, but admitted she wasn't sure she still had any unfulfilled fantasies. She recounted, that in one day, she had had sex with another man, and, in front of her husband. She had a threesome with them. She'd been an exhibitionist and a voyeur in the theatre, and let several men fondle her at once. She had a lesbian encounter, and then watched her husband make out with another woman. "I can't imagine anything I might have missed," she said. "What if I suggest some other FUN things, and you tell me if it appeals to you?" Asked Linda, smiling. Barb agreed and Linda started naming every conceivable, nasty, lurid, erotic scenario she could think of. Several of them were even new to me! It was entertaining, just to watch Barb's changing expressions. From giggling and smirking to utter disgust, she showed a whole range of emotions -most of them negative. Linda wasn't getting any positive responses, so she asked her if watching people in the porno movies turned her on. "Not the ones on screen," she said. "You mean the horny guys in the audience?" Asked Linda. "Yeah, that was fun showing off, but..." "But what? Watching me and Dave go at it?" "Yes, that really made me hot," admitted Barb. "What else Barb? There's something else, isn't there?" Barb reluctantly nodded and smiled. "Is it me?" Asked Linda. Barb nodded. "Did it make you hot, when I touched you?" She nodded again. "And when you touched me?" Another nod. "You're having a hard time, dealing with these feelings for another woman, aren't you, Barb?" "Yes. Exactly! You're very lucky, to be able to express your feelings so openly. I could never admit to even having such feelings," said Barb. "There's no LUCK to it at all! I KNOW my body. I know what feels good -what arouses me. When a sexy woman comes along, that I'm attracted to, I just want to...to...well, you know?" "You think I'm sexy?" Asked Barb. "YES, very! I would like to think you find me a little sexy too?" Linda asked. "God Yes, Linda! That's my problem! I think you're the first woman I ever wanted to... to...." "To make love to?" Whispered Linda. After a long pause, Barb looked away and slowly nodded. "Don't be afraid to show your feelings to me, Barb. You liked it when I touched your pussy, didn't you? You liked touching mine too. I could tell. Why don't you touch it now, without that big cock in me." Barb watched, in silence, as Linda's hand took her own and placed it on her thong-covered mound. She felt Linda's wetness through the fabric, as she moved her fingers. Linda moaned and reached over between Barb's legs. Barb spread her legs at Linda's soft touch. Linda's fingers wasted no time finding Barb's wet pussy lips. She lightly teased her clit. "You like a big, hard cock in your wet pussy, don't you?" She whispered, and ran her tongue in Barb's ear. "I like them too. I also like the sweet softness of a woman -a sexy woman like you. Lay down and I'll show you how good it can feel." Linda pulled off Barb's camisole, stripped out of her thong and laid her back on the mattress. Barb's eyes closed and Linda kissed her lips. Her body tingled with anticipation, as Linda's lips worked their way from her lips to her neck, then to her tits. The lips licked her hardened nipples, until they were soaked with Linda's saliva. Her whole body tensed up, when the lips kissed her torso and abdomen. Linda felt Barb's trepidation. Her hands stroked and soothed Barb's thighs, until her legs relaxed and opened. Barb felt Linda's familiar fingers on her pussy lips. The fingers pulled her lips open; she felt Linda's long hair on her pelvis and then a soft warmth on her clitoris. The soft, warm hardness of Linda's tongue was unlike anything she'd ever felt. As her lips spread wider, the tongue licked and darted into her pussy. Her orgasm came in waves. The lust for Linda grew, with each new sensation. "Linda, OH GOD. Linda, I need to taste you. NOW!" Barb yelled. Linda sucked in Barb's clit and held it in her mouth, as she spun her body around. She raised her leg and swung it over Barb to straddle her head. Barb's hands caressed Linda's ass and hips and then pulled her shaven pussy to her mouth. She slid her tongue into Linda's wet lips and returned the favor, by sucking her clit. Their bodies became one, beautiful mass of hair, tits and ass. After alternating two or three orgasms, both women knew where each other's climax buttons were. They were taking turns pushing those buttons, when Dave and I returned to the van. Dave slammed open the van door, and there they were, together in a naked embrace. They glanced at us, smiled and went back to getting each other off. "God, leave you two together for a few minutes, and this happens!" Dave laughed, as we climbed into the van. We watched them go at it for about five minutes, before whipping out our cocks. "Come on in, guys! The water's fine," said Linda, taking one last, long lick at Barb's cunt. The women broke their embrace and got to their knees. They undid our pants and sucked our cocks, as we tore off the rest of our clothes. "One hour left, Barb. Are you ready for some heavy-duty fucking, or what?" Asked Linda. "FUCK YES! Let's do it. I want to fuck all of you! Just fuck me like the slut I am!" She yelled. "OK, then. We can all fuck you at the same time, Baby," said Linda. She reached in her purse and pulled out a dildo and strapped it on. As she lubed it down with jelly, she issued instructions. She had Dave lay down on his back. Next, she told Barb to mount him. Eagerly, Barb straddled his huge cock, spread her pussy lips and inserted it. As she started riding him, Linda had me stand, so Barb could suck my cock. Before Barb could object, Linda knelt behind her and slowly inserted the dildo into her asshole. Barb relaxed and adjusted to the dildo. She took my cock back into her mouth and slowly started to ride Dave's hard cock. Linda inched the fat dildo into her ass until she had taken it all. Pain and pleasure mixed together, until her feelings became an erotic blur. With a multitude of hands and fingers caressing, pinching and gripping her body; with three cocks filling every hole, her orgasm peaked. My cock fell from her open mouth, and she screamed. "Oh FUCK, OH FUCK, OHH FUUUUUCK!" With one final thrust of Dave's cock, he filled her womb with his hot seed. Her asshole clenched so tightly, it spewed out the dildo. When she sat up straight and ground her cunt into Dave's cock, my own erection burst forth a stream of white cum on her tits. Her hands spread my jizz all over her tits, while her body kept riding Dave's spent cock. She took hold of my flaccid dick and sucked it in her mouth again. Linda came over to me and held on to the base of my cock, while Barb sucked. "She's wants you to cum again," Linda said, in a whisper. She saw my expression of frustration. "I don't know if I can?" I said. "Sure you can. Here, I can help," she said, and knelt down at my feet. Still holding on to my limp dick, she licked up some of the cum from Barb's tits. Once she had a mouthful, she opened Barb's mouth and let my cum drip onto her tongue. My dick flinched and she tightened her grip. The cum-swapping turned into a full-mouth, messy kiss, with the women squeezing each other's big tits. Dave's cock must have come back to life, because Barb started riding him again. Linda's grip turned into tight strokes and I felt my cock start to harden. She broke the kiss and directly went to sucking my cock. Barb looked up at me, like a wanton whore. "That's it Bitch! Suck him off. Make him cum in my slutty mouth." Then she looked down at Dave, who had his fingers in Linda's pussy. "Come on stud. You going to fill me up again, or what? That's it. Get that bitch wet again, so I can eat her out. God, I love the taste of that pussy. Come on. Fuck me, you stud!" The combination of Barb's language and the whole erotic scene had my cock rigid again. Linda certainly knew all the tricks of the trade, and then some. She pumped my cock harder and harder into her sweet mouth, until she knew I was ready. "OK Honey, he's ready." "Give it to me, Donny. Fuck my slut mouth." Barb's mouth opened wide and Linda let up on her tight grip and pumped my load into her waiting mouth. Just then, Dave's back arched, elevating Barb. My cum poured into her mouth, as Dave's cock burst inside her. The dual ejaculation gave her an immediate orgasm. With my juice hanging from her lips, she smiled. "You OK, Barb?" I asked. "Ummmm Yes. I'M FULL!" "It's been quite a day for you," I surmised. "Yes indeed. One, I won't soon forget!" She said, licking her lips. "So you honestly don't think this could ever happen again?" Asked Linda. "Hell, I would have never thought THIS could happen, in the first place!" I interrupted. "Yes, I'm afraid our marriage has become rather predictable. The future? I don't know if anything will radically change, but who knows? Maybe, just maybe... when you least expect it... who knows?" She winked. I've never been much of an outdoorsman. In fact, my idea of "roughing it" is checking into a hotel without reservations. That's why I was not very excited about the idea of my wife and I heading out into the sticks for a whole weekend-especially with my in-laws. Don't get me wrong, my wife's sister and her husband are good people; it's just that they are about as opposite from Natalie and me as you can get. My wife and I are probably the typical definition of what you'd call "yuppies". I make a pretty comfortable living as an account executive in a mid-size advertising agency. We live in a nice home in the suburbs, have the typical two-kid, one dog, two-car family. I spend my weekends playing golf at the country club-while my conservative little wife Natalie tends to her garden, chauffeurs the kids around, and actively participates in the PTA and her many civic functions. It might be boring, but it's a good life. Natalie's younger sister and her husband, Steve, always seemed more like people you'd meet at a biker bar. Brash, loud, and sometimes vulgar, they were always looking for a good time. Steve is a firefighter for a small, rural department. In his early-30s, he's a huge, barrel-chested guy with a big fu-manchu mustache; and he obviously spends a great deal of time working out with weights. Steve was riding bulls on the rodeo circuit when he and Kellie hooked up. He still has that rough cowboy persona: very self-confident and almost cocky, but likeable. I always thought his idea of the perfect evening must be a twelve-pack on ice and Wrestlemania on pay-per-view. Natalie's 27-year-old sister, Kellie, is a good match for Steve and very different from my wife. While Natalie is short and petite with long, honey-colored hair-Kellie is more buxom with short-cropped dark hair. She has fiery eyes and a quick, hearty laugh. Always teasing and flirting, frequently telling off-color jokes, she has a robust, fun-loving personality. But there's something else a raw sensuality that is almost impossible to ignore. While bigger than my wife, Kellie keeps herself in good shape that is easy to see from the revealing outfits she often wears. She says Steve likes her to "show off" what she has. I certainly didn't mind occasionally sneaking glances at her big, firm breasts. That's how this whole mess started, I was absentmindedly staring at Kellie's chest, not paying attention, when my bluff was called. But a bet is a bet . . .and I always pay-up when I lose. Let me explain how I got railroaded into this camping adventure: We were over at my wife's parent's house for one of those obligatory, but usually boring weekend family get-togethers. We had gone through the normal routine of stuffing ourselves with a huge meal, then most of the men in the family fell into the comfortable couches downstairs to watch sports on TV. That day it was college basketball. Kellie was there too; not surprisingly, she's one of the only females in her family who really likes sports. She had on a tight tank top with no bra-standard attire for her, as she rested between Steve's legs with her back to his chest. I kept shifting my focus from the game to the obvious twin points her nipples were making in her shirt. That's when I got caught. "What about it, Mike. Or, are you chicken?" I heard Kellie giggling at me, and I looked up to see Steve staring back at me with a wicked grin. "Huh?" I stammered. "What are you talking about?" "The game," she laughed. "I said I'll bet you that Arizona comes back to win." I glanced over at the screen and checked the score. Arizona was behind by 12 points with less than four minutes left in the game. Suddenly my male pride kicked in and I blurted out, "No way, it's over!" "OK, big shot, put your money where your mouth is!" Kellie said smugly. "No problem," I fired back. "What are the stakes?" Without hesitation she said, "The camping trip!" I groaned aloud. The stupid camping trip! She and Steve had been trying to talk Natalie and me into going with them up to some "amazing" spot in the mountains they had discovered. They wanted to prove to us how relaxing and fun it could be to get out of the city, but neither of us really wanted to go. We had been begging off on the trip for almost two years. I checked the score again and said, "OK, what do I get if I win?" She leaned back and whispered something to Steve. After some discussion, he nodded and she turned back to me. "If you win, we'll watch your kids for a week while you and Nat do whatever you want." That sounded like a pretty good deal. My wife and I had been talking about a second honeymoon. Maybe this would be the chance to make some plans. After all, Arizona simply had no chance. "You're on! I'll spare you the ugly details ... except to say I hope that Arizona guard's 3-point school record holds up for a long time. So now my wife and I are packing for a trip to the wilderness that neither of us really wanted to make. "I still don't understand how they talked you into this," Natalie sighed. "And why aren't we taking the kids?" I felt like a chump as I looked over at my pretty wife who doesn't like camping any more than I do. "I told you, they made me an offer I couldn't refuse," I tried to sound sincere. "They said we'd enjoy ourselves a lot more the first time if we didn't have to worry about the kids getting into trouble. Your mom said she'd be happy to watch them." "Well, this is sure going to be interesting, "Nat rolled her eyes. "I can't remember the last time I slept in a tent. What will we eat, where will we shower? Oh, I hate to be all dirty and scummy feeling!" She was voicing many of the same concerns floating around in my head. But before I could say anything, she surprised me by saying almost to herself, "Of course, Steve is really at home in the mountains. I'm sure he'll make it fun." I looked over at my wife, as she seemed lost in thought. This wasn't the first time she had spoke of Steve like that-almost like she was impressed with him. Several times over the years she had suggested that I ask my brother-in-law to help me learn some weight training. Of course, at 40, I don't consider myself in bad shape at all. I don't have masses of muscle like Steve, but I do jog occasionally and stay active. I'm 6' and not huge, but I'm pretty lean and mean. Still, I often wondered if Natalie didn't secretly wish I were a little more buff like her brother-in-law. My wife stays in great shape. She was a cheerleader in college, and she has worked hard to keep her trim figure. Nat is 5'2" with perfect breasts for her fame and a tight little ass (my favorite feature). She has dazzling blue eyes and full, pouting lips. Like I said before, she and Kellie almost look like they came from different families. Even the way they act is different. While Kellie is outgoing and sometimes bawdy, Natalie is more reserved and feminine. The "fun couple" picked us up in their beat-up old camper and we were off. We didn't own any camping gear, so we were traveling pretty light with only a couple of small bags. Hell, we didn't even know what to wear out there, but Steve had said not to worry, he'd make sure we had everything we needed. We bounced along for almost three hours in the back of the camper. While Steve drove, the rest of us played cards, drank a few beers, and visited. I noticed a bed above the driver compartment and crawled up to take a nap. I don't sleep well in moving vehicles, so I mainly tossed and turned while Nat and Kellie kept pounding down the brews. Pretty soon they were laughing and teasing each other. My wife doesn't drink very much; so, after only a couple of beers, I could tell she had a good buzz going. After a while I heard the two sisters start to whisper and giggle. I couldn't tell what they were talking about, but it sure sounded like they were discussing something wicked. Finally we jerked to a stop and we all piled out to survey our surroundings. I had to admit the scenery was indeed breathtaking. We were in a secluded mountain valley with a tranquil-looking lake. It was late afternoon and the fading sunlight cast an almost surreal soft glow to the entire area. "Is there anybody else around here?" I wondered aloud. "Nope, just us and the wildlife," Steve chuckled. "Most of this is private land. I know the people who own it and they let us come up here once in a while. In all the times we've been here, though, I've never come across anybody I didn't expect to see." "It's beautiful," Natalie said. "I can see why you guys like it up here . . .it's so peaceful." "Yep, and private ..." Kellie piped up. "Perfect place to go skinny dipping!" For some reason she looked straight at me to check my reaction. "Sometimes Steve and I run around here stark naked for days." Her husband laughed loudly and I started to say something, then decided against it. I looked over at Natalie and she seemed to be blushing. "We better get camp set up before it gets dark," Steve finally said after a awkward silence. "Mike...wanna give me a hand with the gear?" I asked why we weren't going to stay in the camper. "It's too cramped for all of us, " Steve said. "Besides, it's a helluva lot nicer over by the lake and it's too steep for the truck to get there. We spent the next hour or so setting up tents and making a fire in a clearing by the lake several hundred yards away from the truck. While Natalie and I tried to situate the air mattresses and sleeping bags in our tent, Kellie and Steve made dinner on the fire. When it was ready we feasted on a really tasty meal. I might have been hungrier than I had realized, but the food was very flavorful and satisfying. OK, so maybe this wasn't going to be as bad as I thought. After dinner we sat around the fire and cracked open a few more beers. As we all started to get a little drunk, Steve and Kellie loudly told some corny ghost stories, then some fairly dirty jokes. I was surprised to hear Natalie laughing and giggling at the obscene humor, but after a while I couldn't help getting into the spirit as well. Steve was sitting on a log with Kellie seated cross- legged on the ground between his legs. As they talked and laughed, Steve reached his arms around her shoulders and locked her in a bear hug. Pretty soon he started to massage her neck and shoulders. Then his hands began to move lower under her arms grazing the sides of her incredible breasts. All the while he was talking and laughing, but I was staring at his fingers as they inched toward Kellie's big, braless mounds rising and falling gently under her T-shirt. Suddenly I realized that Kellie had stopped chatting. I gazed up to see her looking directly at me with a strange smile on her face. Her eyes gleamed in the firelight. I glanced over to see if Natalie was observing what was happening, but she seemed to be either too drunk or too absorbed in what Steve was saying. Her eyes danced and she smiled dreamily as she watched the big fireman chat away. Looking back at the couple, I saw that Steve's big hands were now actually rubbing and massaging Kellie's tits. Her erect nipples were poking through her flimsy white shirt and in the firelight I could clearly see the dark shadows of her areolas. My cock started to stir in my pants as his hands kept teasing and kneading her. She had her eyes closed and a contented smile played across her lips. Finally Steve broke the spell by raising his arms above his head and letting out a big yawn. "Well, I don't know about you folks, but I'm ready to turn in," he said as he stood and pulled Kellie to her feet. She rose gracefully and wrapped her arms around his neck. Then looking back over her shoulder at us she winked and said, "Sleep as late as you want tomorrow. Something about this mountain air just makes you want to stay in bed all day!" Then she giggled and pulled her husband toward their tent. I helped Natalie up and we walked a little unsteadily over to our tent, which was about 20-feet away from theirs. Both tents had battery-powered fluorescent lanterns, and I switched ours on so we could get settled for bed. Before I could zip the door closed, my wife complained that she had to use the bathroom. I asked if she needed any help, and she giggled and slapped me on the shoulder. "I think I can handle things myself" she said, then headed out to find the temporary latrine Steve had constructed earlier. When she got back I decided I better take advantage of the facilities myself, so I groped my way out into the darkness. I was just shaking off and zipping up when I heard a female voice almost right next to me. "Did you enjoy the little show?" Startled, I turned around to see Kellie standing there. "What do you mean?" I stammered. "Oh, come on, Mikey! You're eyes we're about to pop out of your head when Steve was giving me that little front-end alignment by the fire," she laughed softly. "And by the looks of the tent pole in your pants, I think you were enjoying it too." In my groggy state, I couldn't think of a good come back, so I just muttered, "Yeah, Whatever." She laughed again and said, "Well, who knows. If you're a really good boy, maybe I'll let you check out the equipment for yourself." Then she leaned forward and quickly ran her hand across the lump in my pants. Spinning around, she headed toward camp. Skipping away, she looked back at me and said, "Hope we don't keep you awake tonight ... we might be a little noisy." I was fully aroused and ready to fool around with my wife, but when I got back to the tent she was already curled up in her sleeping bag. I think all the beer had gone to her head and she was pretty much gone. Oh well, guess I won't get lucky tonight, I thought to myself, as I started to pull my clothes off. As I was getting settled in, I happened to look through the mesh window and I froze. I had a perfect view of the tent next door and it was glowing. The lantern in Steve and Kellie's tent illuminated the dome shape and revealed a sharp silhouette of the two figures inside. I watched as Kellie obviously got undressed. She was laying back and raised her shapely hips as she first pulled off her shorts, then sat back up and started to pull her shirt over her head. My mouth was suddenly dry as I saw the shadow of her breasts jiggle slightly as they were released from the confines of the fabric. I could clearly see the shape of her nipples sticking our proudly when she reached her arms back to brush through her hair. Fearing they might see my shadow staring back at them, I quickly turned off our lantern. I looked back just in time to see the two figures move together for a passionate embrace and kiss. Steve's hands moved over her body-exploring and fondling. Their mouths worked together and I distinctly heard a soft moan float across the space between our tents. Steve moved his head and mouth to her neck and then lower-using his lips and tongue to pleasure her. I heard Kellie murmur, "mmmm...that feels so good..." But just as he was about to reach her beautiful breasts, her arm reached out and turned off the lantern. Thinking the show was over, I lay back on my sleeping bag. I was too warm and worked up to get inside, so I just rested there wishing Natalie was awake so I could attack her. I thought about waking her up, but then I heard sounds from next door again. At first it was whispers and moans mixed with bodies rustling around; but as the action heated up, so did the volume. "Oh, God! Steve... I love it when you do that! Mmmm, baby, you're getting me so wet!" Steve made a growling sound and said, "Yeah, right. You were already wet. I think you were really enjoying teasing our guests over there, huh?" Kellie gave an evil little giggle and said, "Well, maybe a little. But somebody needs to loosen those two up." Then she gasped loudly again as Steve found another sensitive spot. "Well, I'd be happy to loosen your sister up," he finally said. "She's a fine piece of ass. I'll bet she's hornier than a bunny when she gets heated up. And I know you can't wait to get in Mike's pants." I was shocked to hear this guy talk about my wife like that. At first I was pissed off, but the more I lay there listening to them rut around, the more I had to admit to myself that there was something exciting about the idea. After all, Kellie had indeed been teasing me by the fire-then all but propositioned me out in the darkness by the latrine. As my cock started to grow even larger and harder in my boxers, some wild images began to go through my head. Natalie and I had never really done anything even remotely kinky in our sex lives. We made love regularly, and I was certain we kept each other happy and satisfied. I was also sure we had always been faithful to each other without any need to look around. But here I was in this remote place -- miles away from anywhere-with two attractive people noisily having sex right next to me. My imagination got the best of me and soon I had visions of a wild orgy unfolding in the woods. And perhaps the thing that got me worked up the most was the idea of Steve seducing and taking my wife. I couldn't help reaching down and stroking my rock-hard pole. In the other tent, things were really starting to heat up. I could hear soft slurping and smacking sounds, mixed with groans from Steve. "Oh, yeah, that's it, babe. Suck it!" he gasped. I pumped my fist faster as I imagined Kellie's head bobbing up and down on his shaft. After a few minutes I heard them moving around again and this time Kellie cried out, "Yessss...that's it, put it in...now, baby! Oh, I need you so bad!" Soon they both began to grunt and pant and I could hear their bodies slapping together in a steady rythm. I couldn't believe how vocal they were as they moaned and urged each other on. Suddenly I felt a small, warm hand grasp my throbbing cock. "Sounds like somebody's having some fun!" my wife whispered next to me. I glanced over to see her eyes sparkling at me in the moonlight. "Maybe we should join them." she grinned seductively. At first I thought she had heard everything and meant we should go actually "join" them. But then I realized she just wanted to play too. Not needing a second invitation, I unzipped her bag and crawled in with her. Nat had worn just a T-shirt and panties to bed. I wasted little time in discarding her flimsy clothing, and soon we were grinding our mouths, tongues, and hips together. I was too worked up for much foreplay, and she seemed ready and anxious, so I reached down and guided my swollen rod to her warm, wet opening. "Oh, ahhhhh! God, that feels so good!" she moaned, as I slid all the way inside her with one stroke. I pulled almost all the way back out, then threw my hips forward and plowed back into her, making her gasp again in pleasure. As I started to move in and out with long strokes, Nat wrapped her legs around my back and grabbed my ass with her tiny hands to help urge me on. My wife was whimpering and pleading beneath me as I picked up the pace, and I couldn't help wonder if our neighbors could hear us now. I really didn't care at this point, so I got a little vocal myself as I pounded away with increasing speed. "Yeah, that's it...you like it, don't you?" I hissed at Nat. "Oh yesss....I love it! Please, harder!!!" she moaned in return. I decided if we did have an audience, I wanted to give them a show, so I raised up on my knees for leverage and really started to pound into Natalie. I don't know, perhaps I secretly hoped Kellie was listening carefully to how well I was satisfying her sister; but, for some reason, the demon came out in me as I savagely jackhammered my wife. She was clawing at my back and shoulders now and almost continuously groaning. I could feel the familiar tingle down my spine and in my balls signaling my impending erruption. Reaching down, I grasped my wife's soft, churning ass cheeks and pushed my cock into her as far as it would go. Then I yelled out, "Damn...I'm Gonna CUMMM!" and held rigid as the white hot liquid raced through me and exploded deep inside her with spurt after spurt. She continued to rock her hips and milk me dry with her convulsing pussy-her body tembled and shuddered as one long last sigh escaped her pretty lips. I fell back and we both lay there fighting to catch our breath. The smell of sex was thick in the tent. When the cobwebs in my head began to clear, I heard soft chuckles and giggles from next door. Then Kellie whipered loudly, "Good night you two, sounds like a good one already. Sleep tight!" I looked over at Natalie, still breathing heavy with a dreamy smile on her face and her eyes closed. "Maybe we should move our tent farther away," I suggested. Nat listened to them still laughing and whispering for a moment, then she said, "Nah, it's all right. We're all grownups. Besides, maybe we'll learn a few things!" She giggled too and leaned over to give me a kiss before snuggling up against me to sleep. As I lay there trying to figure out what my wife meant by that comment, I thought to myself, "This is certainly going to be an interesting weekend." -=CHAPTER 2=- I woke up the next morning to the smell of bacon and coffee cooking on the fire. I'd slept better than I thought I would on the air mattress, but I'm sure the naked wrestling match with my wife during the night had something to do with that. Stretching, I rolled over to reach for Natalie again, but she wasn't there. Then I heard her voice and her musical laugh outside the tent. I peered outside the mesh window to see my wife standing by the fire drinking a cup of coffee and chatting with my Brother-In-Law, Steve. Kellie, his wife, was nowhere to be seen. Nat and Steve talked and teased each other for a while as I observed them. At one point Steve made a sarcastic comment then grabbed my wife and started to tickle her. She squealed and tried to get away, but the big man was too strong and he easily kept her pinned in his grasp. She seemed to enjoy the attention. I felt strange watching another man obviously flirt and tease with my wife-especially after the comments I had overheard the night before. Steve had blatantly said that he wanted to have sex with Nat. Furthermore, his wife-my wife's sister-had been teasing me with her voluptuous body most of the evening, then had actually run her hand along the length of my cock in my pants just before we retired to our separate tents. I vividly remembered her cries of excitement as she made love to her husband right next to where we slept. There were butterflies in the pit of my stomach as I tried to imagine where all of this might lead. I'd never really thought about being unfaithful to my wife- or about her being unfaithful to me. But the more I imagined the possibility of bedding and ravishing my sister-in-law, with her incredible, soft curves and wicked smile, the more my libido (and my cock) stirred. On the other hand, I had to admit that the thought of Natalie getting hot and nasty with someone else- especially this big, rough fireman, who happened to be my brother-in-law-excited me just as much, if not more. Thinking I must be some kind of a pervert, I pulled my clothes on and went to join the others for breakfast. Natalie blushed a little when she saw me emerge from the tent, but she quickly recovered and moved to give me a hug and a kiss. "You're up early," I said, as I hugged her and nuzzled her soft neck. "Where's Kellie?" "Oh, she likes to sleep in up here," Steve chuckled. "Plus she might be a little tuckered out after all the fireworks last night!" He grinned and winked at my wife. "I dunno..." he laughed, "Somthin about this mountain air just gets the 'ol juices boilin! From what I heard last night, sounds like you two found that out for yourselves, though. Or maybe that was just the coyotes howling!" Natalie blushed bright red again as she looked sheepishly towards me. "Yes, it's awfully quiet up here, isn't it? " she finally whispered. Just then Kellie emerged from her tent. She yawned and stretched as she came toward us. I couldn't help notice her morning camping attire-a short T-shirt cropped just above her navel under an open flannel shirt, high-cut bikini panties, and a pair of hiking boots. I could clearly see the dark, triangle shadow of her soft bush in the crotch of her panties. I tried not to stare-especially when Natalie punched me on the shoulder. "Morning!" Kellie yawned and stretched again, causing her large breasts to strain against the shirt as she moved to where we were standing. Steve offered her a steaming cup of coffee and he threw his big arm around her while she huddled next to him and took a sip. "Everybody sleep all right?" she grinned mischievously as she peered toward us. "Oh yes," Natalie answered, almost giggling. "We were very comfortable in our tent." She seemed to not even notice her sister's revealing outfit. "Yeah, I noticed... I mean, that's good!" Kellie stifled a laugh as she looked up at Steve knowingly. I decided to change the subject. "So what's the plan for today?" Steve knelt down and began dishing up bacon and eggs from the skillet. "Well, it's pretty much up to you," he said. "There's some good fishing in the lake, or you can go for a hike. Course, you don't have to do anything if ya don't want. Just take it easy and relax. There's a wooden dock just over yonder that's good for layin out and catchin some rays. Whatever ya wanna do." Without a TV or even a telephone, it all sounded pretty boring to me. But Natalie piped right up. "Let's go for a hike, Honey! I'd love to take my camera and get some nature shots." My wife has been into photography as a hobby for a while. I indulged her interest financially, but had never actively participated. I felt the same way today. I wasn't really in the mood to go trudging around the forest hunting for butterflies. "I dunno, Nat. I think I'd just like to stay here at camp and read my book. Maybe I can finally finish the stupid thing." It was a lame excuse, but I hoped she'd buy it. She seemed a little disappointed until Steve chimed in, "Hey, I'll show ya around, Nat. I know this place like the back of my hand!" My wife brightened up immediately. "Oh, would you, Steve? That would be so great!" She smiled broadly at him and I thought I felt her shiver next to me. "You wanna come with us, Kellie? Nat looked over at her sister expectantly. "Nah....I think I'll pass, this time," Kellie answered. Then looking directly at me over her coffee cup, she said with a sly smile, "Maybe I'll just hang out here and keep Mikey company." I swallowed hard, thinking of the possibilities of being alone with my sexy little Sister-In-Law, but everybody else seemed to be happy with the plans as we finished up the meal and cleaned up. Natalie went back to our tent and got dressed for her hike. When she came back out I couldn't help notice what she was wearing. My wife looked pretty dolled up for a walk in the woods. She had on a little sundress that came to about mid-thigh. The dress framed her luscious curves perfectly; and when she stood with the sunlight behind her, you could see her shape clearly silhouetted. Her hair was done up in a ponytail, and as she walked around gathering some items in a backpack, I noticed something else different-her breasts swayed and jiggled when she moved around. My wife wasn't wearing a bra! Suddenly, slightly jealous, I stared having second thoughts about Natalie going off into the woods alone with my cocky brother-in-law. When they were ready, Natalie kissed me goodbye and told me to rest and enjoy myself. Kellie was nowhere to be seen, so Steve grabbed a small bag and slung it over his big shoulder. "We'll probably be gone for a couple of hours," he said casually. "There's beer and snacks in the cooler. Help yourself." Then as he strode off with my wife tagging closely behind, he looked back and chuckled, "Don't do anything we wouldn't do!" Natalie looked back at me with a questioning glance, but I just waved as I wondered where her sister had disappeared to. Again I was starting to get mixed feelings about all this, but the obvious stirring in my pants outweighed any reservations I was having. I threw on some cargo shorts, grabbed my paperback from the tent and a couple of beers from the cooler, and I headed over to the lake to check out the dock Steve had mentioned. The wooden plank boat dock was only about 50-yards away from our camp. It was about 12' by 20' and it rocked back and forth gently with the lazy wake on the water. The sun was shining warmly and I took in the picturesque scenery before I settled down to read my book-dangling my feet in the cool water. After only a few minutes, I heard a familiar voice behind me. "Mind if I join you?" Somewhat startled, I turned to see Kellie standing there wearing only a sly smile a skimpy black bikini. The scant garment left very little to the imagination-her fabulous breasts strained to stay inside the tiny triangle pieces of cloth that served as the top, and the thong-style bottom barely covered her pubic mound. "I love to lay out on this dock. Awesome place to get a great tan," she chirped, as she moved over next to me and laid out a large towel. "What do you think of my tan, Mike?" I squinted up at her and drank in the full curves and tantalizing honey-brown flesh so openly on display. "Uh, it looks great." I gulped, and tried to sound casual. "You must lay out quite a bit." I watched her closely as she gracefully stretched out on the towel- laying on her stomach with her head resting on her folded arms. She glanced over, giving me another dazzling grin and said, "Yeah, I like to work on it whenever I can. But you can't be too careful with all the damage the sun does to your skin and all. I make sure I'm pretty well oiled before I lay out. I have a hard time reaching my back with the lotion though, would you be a dear and help me put some on?" After everything that had happened so far, I had a pretty good idea I was being set up...or at least teased, big time; but I decided to see how far this would go. "No problem, " I said, and I moved over and kneeled by her side. She handed me the lotion as I stared at the magnificent twin globes of her ass, almost completely exposed by the thong. "Where do you want it. . .?" I asked with a slightly strained voice. Then we both kind of chuckled at the possible implications of my question. "Well, how about just my back, for starters," she giggled. I smoothed some lotion onto my palms and started to rub it into her soft skin with a firm, circular motion. "Mmmm... that feels good," she sighed immediately. "You have strong hands, Mike." I moved lower until the heel of my hand brushed up against the string of her top. She noticed the contact and said, "Mmmff...I hate that stupid string. It always gets in the way and makes ugly lines on my back." Then she reached back and quickly untied it-not only revealing her naked back, but also the sides of her breasts to my view. "That's better..." she said, matter-of-factly. "You may continue, sir." Aware of the growing lump in my shorts, I started to stroke her naked flesh again with my hands. I rubbed and kneaded all the way down to the small of her back- stopping just short of her buttocks. "You're pretty good at this," she murmured. "Keep going, please. I've always wanted my own masseur!" Taking a deep breath, I moved my hands lower. Now I was caressing the soft skin of her heart-shaped ass. Little shocks of electricity jolted through my groin. It was the first time I had touched another woman intimately for many years, and my mind was thinking all kinds of things-some erotic, some lustful, and some guilty. After a few moments of massaging her, however, lust took over and I began to really enjoy the experience. Kellie was starting to moan softly and rotate her hips in small circles as I continued moving my hands on her cheeks. The lotion had long been rubbed into her skin and now I was just massaging her sweet bottom for the pleasure of it. As I moved lower, my thumbs began to creep into the soft juncture between her slightly spread thighs. One finger brushed lightly against the thin strip of fabric between her legs; it was warm and moist and an electric shock seemed to go through her body when I touched her there. She arched her hips up and groaned softly. "I'll give you an hour to stop that..." she whispered. Finally I decided I better at least pretend to do what I had been asked, so I reluctantly squeezed some more lotion in my palms and began working on the backs of her long, lovely legs. Working my way down to her feet, she continued to coo and sigh while my fingers worked their magic. "There ya go. . .all finished!" I announced at last. "That's what you think, buster," she exclaimed. Then, without warning, she rolled over onto her back. The flimsy top stayed under her on the towel, and suddenly I was staring at her magnificent naked tits while they jiggled slightly and settled-her hard, erect nipples stood up proudly. She placed her hands and arms behind her head and smiled at me through half-closed eyes. "Maybe you could help me with my front, too...Mike." Almost like I was in a trance, I reached out and began to fondle her beautiful breasts. There was no more pretense of suntan lotion, only a man touching and caressing a sexy, desirable woman. A woman who just happened to be my wife's sister. But that thought and any guilt associated with it was fading rapidly away. Kellie groaned and bit her lower lip as I continued to massage and tease her sensitive flesh. My thumbs grazed her nipples and rubbed the hard nubs in small circles-teasing them til they were even harder. I shifted closer to her and reached my head down to take one of her rosebuds in my mouth-sucking and swirling my tongue around the turgid pink skin. She gasped loudly beneath me and one of her hands reached down to grasp me through my pants. Urgently she milked my cock through the cloth as I continued to suck and play with her breasts. She tried to open the button fly of my pants with one hand, but I moved away and snaked my tongue down her smooth stomach, leaving a wet trail to her belly- button. I teased her there with soft jabs and kisses, making her jerk and raise her hips up to meet my mouth. Moving lower still, I reached the elastic of the bikini bottom. Kellie tangled her fingers in my hair and moaned in appreciation as my teeth grasped the fabric and pulled it down, revealing the fine little raven- colored hairs covering her mound. I scooted around until I was kneeling between her legs. Hooking my fingers in the strings at her hips, I pulled the bikini part way down her thighs, then leaned down and inhaled her wonderful musky scent. Her bush was trimmed neatly and I could easily make out the dark line between her lips. My wife's sister panted and moaned as she humped herself up. . .eagerly trying to make contact with my waiting mouth and tongue. Finally I had to taste her. I kissed softly around her inner thighs, then when I thought she would scream in frustration, I swiped my tongue across the entire length of her vagina. She tensed and cried out with a jolt of pure pleasure as I began to lap and swirl at her moist opening. Kellie tasted different than my wife, but very sweet and pleasant. I was surprised at how wet she was already, but I lapped up her juices like it was honey. "Oh, god...that feels so damn good!" she wailed. "Please, don't stop...don't ever stop!!!!" I pressed her thighs as far apart as they would go, then I began to spear my tongue inside her, pushing it as deep as possible into her throbbing pussy. She continued to gasp and grunt, as I licked my way up to her swollen clitoris peeking out from its fleshy hood. I began to swirl my tongue around the hard little bud relentlessly. Kellie trembled and shuddered beneath me, clenching her hands and fingers in my hair, and pressing my mouth harder against her sex. "Oh, Mike..." she moaned. "Oh, shit...I think you're gonna make me come...oh, ahhhhh!" I held on for dear life while she bucked and whimpered. When I could feel her body start to spasm, I reached up and tweaked her nipples with my fingers while I continued to lap at her like a thirsty dog. Suddenly she threw her hips way up off the deck and held them there rigid against my mouth. Every sleek muscle in her body tensed and strained as she went over the edge with wave after wave of pleasure. "Yeeesssss...that's it!" she hissed. "Right there! Oh, god... I'm cummmmiiiiiinnnnnngggggggggg!" She stayed frozen in that position for a moment while she rode out the first intense shock wave of her orgasm. Her eyes were shut tightly and her mouth was wide open as she gave a silent scream of ecstacy. After observing her intense pleasure for a moment, I bent down and continued to kiss and nibble her until she started to come down and relax. She was trembling from head to toe and her hips and buttocks still rocked up and down slightly. Feeling my own need building, I started to pull her bikini bottom the rest of the way off so I could mount her. Before I could disrobe her completely, though, she grabbed my wrists and said, "No, wait!" Startled, I thought maybe she was having second thoughts. "Did I do something wrong. I thought you liked, I mean, I thought you wanted to..." Now I was confused. She opened her eyes and smiled at me wickedly. "Mike, if you don't fuck me soon, I'm gonna bust. But not here... I don't wanna get splinters in my ass! Let's go back to camp!" We gathered the clothes and the towel and sprinted back to the tents. Kellie shoved me in her tent and I fell back on the sleeping bags and mattresses while she pulled off her thong. "Let me see that thing," she almost growled. Grabbing the top of my shorts, she ripped the fly open and reached inside to grasp my rock-hard cock. Jacking it furiously with one hand, she urged me to lift my hips so she could pull my shorts and boxers off with the other. When she had me naked from the waist down, she licked her lips and smiled at me. "Yummy!" she said, as she bent down and kissed the purple head. Then she opened her pretty mouth wide and engulfed the top half of my shaft in the soft wetness. My Sister-In-Law swirled her tongue around the sensitive tip a few times, then she began to bob her head up and down on my swollen cock. As she licked and sucked, her hand stroked me gently. I grunted and moaned, humping my hips up to meet her sweet mouth. I saw her reach down and finger herself as she deep-throated me-her nose now grazing my pubic hair, while her hands and fingers caressed and tickled my swelling balls. Not knowing how much more of this sweet torture I could take, I reached out and gently tried to lift her off my tool. I didn't want to come in her mouth. She took the hint and reluctantly pulled off, her lips smacking with satisfaction as she looked up and smiled at me. "You taste good enough to eat!" she giggled. Then she kissed me deep and hard-our tongues immediately searching and probing each other's mouth with intense passion. She pulled away suddenly, and looking deep into my eyes, placed her hands on my shoulders to brace herself. She swung a leg over and straddled me while I leaned back on my elbows. Reaching down, she grasped my erection and guided it to her slick, steaming opening. Then, with her hands on my shoulders again, she sank down slowly and my cock slid deep inside her. Closing her eyes, she paused for a moment to enjoy the sensation. My cock felt like it was in an oven-so warm and wet. I could feel her moisture dripping out and coating us as we sat joined together, her breasts rising and falling against my chest. Finally she started to move-first raising up slightly, then grinding her hips back down. Again...this time a little farther up the shaft. I could feel her juicy inner-muscles clinging to my shaft as she rose and fell. Now faster, her breath hot on my neck as she began to pick up the pace. I fought the temptation to push back against her. I wanted to enjoy the feeling of her humping against me for a moment, so I just relaxed and let her have her way. Soon Kellie started to rock up and down with more urgency. Her labored breathing was coming in short pants and gasps. "Uhhh...uhhh...uhhh!" she chanted each time she sank back down. Her hard nipples scraped and slid against my corse chest hair with each stroke, and her hands started to clench and claw at my shoulders. Unable to stay still any longer, I took hold of Kellie's hips and started to thrust up to meet her. This caused a great moan to escape her throat and she began to move her hips even faster. The slap, slap, slap of our sweating bodies punctuated our increasing gasps and groans as we hurtled toward mutual release. Soon I felt the familiar stirring of my impending climax. Embracing Kellie tightly, I held her to me; then, with a sudden move, I spun us both around so that she was now laying on her back with me poised over her. Before she could react, I pulled my hips back so that my cock came almost completely out of her. Reaching down, I hooked my arms under her legs and spread her wide, then I slammed back into her and began to piston my swollen tool in and out like a machine. Kellie's eyes glazed over she began to pant and beg- clawing and writhing beneath me as I furiously tried to push both of us over the edge. "Oh...uhhhnngg...uhhhhh...uhhh! she wailed. "Fuck me, please fuck me, harder!" Now I had only one thought-to plant my seed deep inside this beautiful woman. As I felt the hot liquid start to boil up to the point of spilling out, my hips pounded into her and she raised her ass to meet each of my thrusts as she rotated her hips and ground her pussy against my crotch. A bright light went off in my head and I felt my cock swell up then explode. "Ahhhh...god, here it comes!" I bellowed as I held myself rigid deep inside my wife's sister. It felt like the top of my head was about to come off as my molten lava spurted out into her. Somewhere in the distance I could hear Kellie shouting too and could feel her clawing at my back as she rocketed toward her own climax. Finally, both spent, we collapsed together in a sweaty tangle of arms and legs. Later, as we lay gently holding each other and trying to get our pulse rate back to normal, I began to have serious feelings of guilt again. Facing Kellie, I looked into her eyes and said, "Ya know, this could complicate things. What should we do about your husband and my wife?" Kellie didn't even hesitate. "They should join the party. Why should we have all the fun?" she laughed. "How the hell are we going to talk them into it?" I shot back. "I don't think Natalie will go for this at all. She's your sister, remember. It's just not going to be that easy!!" "Relax, baby..." Kellie said as she stroked my hair. "If I know Steve, he's already way ahead of us." -=CHAPTER 3=- Kellie and I were lounging around the campsite when Natalie and Steve returned from their hike. We tried hard not to look like we had just screwed each other's brains out. My Brother-In-Law was in good spirits as he greeted us and chatted away about this and that. The burly fireman loudly picked up his wife and spun her around. "So, did ya stay outta trouble while we were gone... or did ya make 'ol Mike there crazy?" he laughed. She squealed as he tickled her sides, then she looked over at me and winked. "We had a good l-o-n-g visit, didn't we Mike?" Trying not to look guilty, I glanced over at my wife, Natalie. She was peering back at me looking a little confused... her face seemed flushed. "So, how was the hike, Nat. Did you get some good pictures?" I finally asked. She lowered her eyes quickly and blushed again as she quietly answered, "Yes, it was very nice. Thanks for going with me, Steve." Then she excused herself and went over to crawl inside our tent. I looked at Steve and Kellie and they just shrugged. "I better go see what's up," I said. When I got to the tent, Natalie was sitting with her head on her knees and her arms wrapped around her legs. She rocked back and forth and I could hear her sniffling and trying to hold back tears. "What's the matter, honey?" I asked with concern. "Something happen while you were hiking?" I was still feeling guilty and was praying that she hadn't somehow seen Kellie and me naked and writhing around together. "Oh, Mike. . ." she began to sob, "I think I've done something terrible. I'm so sorry." My guilt turned instantly to real concern. "What's the matter, Nat. . .what happened?" A sinking feeling was starting to grow in the pit of my stomach. "I'm afraid to tell you...I don't want you to be upset with me. Oh, Mike...I didn't realize what I was doing. It's all my fault!" She sat there rocking and crying softly while I tried to process what was going on. I was starting to have a pretty good idea that something had happened between Steve and my wife, but I needed details. "Natalie. . ." I began, "please tell me what's wrong. It's OK. I promise I won't be upset with you. Just tell me." She struggled with her emotions for a moment longer, then she looked up at me with red, wet eyes. "I'm afraid your wife has been very naughty." she whispered. "Tell me," I said firmly. Natalie wiped her eyes and hesitantly began to tell her story: When Steve and I left camp he lead me along some trails until we came to a beautiful meadow filled with wildflowers. It was so pretty I just had to take some pictures. I started clicking away, getting more excited with each new discovery. Steve followed after me and seemed very interested in how my camera worked and how to find which shots to take, so I told him all about the equipment and some basic rules of photography. I don't know, Honey, I guess I was just happy to tell somebody else about my hobby. I know you don't like it very much, so I kind of ate up his attention and got a little carried away. Anyway, pretty soon Steve asked if he could take some pictures. I gave him the camera and he sort of made a game of running around finding things to shoot. Then he said he wanted to take some pictures of me. I said no way! You know how shy I am about that. But he kept daring and coaxing me. He said I was the prettiest thing in the meadow, and I deserved to have a picture to remember I was here. Somehow that just made sense, so I told him he could go ahead. He started getting silly and wanted to pose me in all these funny ways; it was fun. We were laughing and teasing each other... but I didn't think it was anything bad. We were just having a good time in the sunshine. Steve kept telling me to hold my arms up this way, or sit this way-with my bare feet kicking in the air. He came up with all kinds of crazy ideas. While my wife told the story, I couldn't help have mental images of them romping around the mountains with the thin, nearly transparent sun dress floating around her, and her braless breasts softly jiggling and swaying with each move she made. I envied the sight Steve must have enjoyed as she kicked up her lovely bare legs and laughed. I remembered how the sun shone through her dress- perfectly outlining her sexy shape underneath. Breathtaking. As Natalie continued, I came out of my daydream. After a while Steve asked me to play with my dress a little; you know, kind of swishing it around like a little girl or something. He said he was getting some great shots and kept urging me on. He would say things like-I should be a model and, I could sell these pictures to a magazine, stuff like that. Honey, like I said, I just sort of got carried away with what he was saying. It went to my head and soon I was lifting up my dress pretty high, and doing things that I normally wouldn't ever do. Then Steve said I should let my hair down. He told me the sunlight would make a pretty picture shining behind me. I took the clip off and shook my head. He liked that and told me to look at the camera and act really sexy. I asked what he meant, and he said we should play a game like I was pretending to be a model for one of those nasty men's magazines. He laughed and joked with me and said it would be great to take some pictures like that and show them to you later. Oh, Mike, I don't know what came over me. The more he talked about it, the more it sounded like a good idea. He had me lay down in the flowers while he stood over me taking pictures-all the time pretending I was this sexy model and he was the photographer. It was getting hot and he took off his shirt. I tried to act like I thought one of those models would act-really seductive and steamy. I knew that my dress was probably showing off too much as I moved around and posed for him, but I really didn't think about it seriously until he made a comment about how pretty my panties were. At first I was startled and began to think we had gone too far, but he kept smooth-talking like he was this professional and it was nothing he hadn't seen a million times. Then he said why don't you pull up your dress a little higher so we can take some shots of those pretty little panties-just like those Victoria's Secret models. Somehow that made it all right in my little brain. After all, I had seen hundreds of pictures of pretty women in those catalogs showing off their underwear. What was the big deal? So, before I realized what I was doing, I hiked my dress all the way up past my waist. I could feel the cool air on my skin and somehow I started to feel a little wicked while Steve hovered over me clicking away. Then Steve said I should take the dress off and really take some pictures like in those magazines. It was almost like I was drunk. For some reason the game and the play-acting had just gone to my head. I realized I was enjoying myself and I wasn't even thinking about being half naked with this strange man out in the woods. Somewhere deep inside I knew it was wrong, but he kept complimenting me and telling me how sexy I looked and suddenly I just did it. I pulled the dress all the way off and lay back down in the flowers. At this point Natalie stopped telling the story. Burying her face in her hands, she cried, "I don't want to tell you anymore. I can't imagine what you must think of me!" My heart was pounding in my chest; and, to my surprise, my cock was throbbing in my pants. "Please, Nat... you have to tell me everything," I whispered. Shaking her head, and with her eyes still closed, she struggled to continue. Well, Steve kept telling me what to do. He kneeled down beside me and told me to touch myself. I didn't know what he meant, so I just kind of hugged myself and rubbed my shoulders. No, touch yourself here, he said, and pointed to my breasts while he aimed the camera again. Slowly I let my hands fall down and I touched them. It felt good. No, it felt wonderful! I closed my eyes and I started to feel myself all over-imagining that it was you or someone else touching me. I think I even forgot about Steve and the camera for a minute. All I could think about was being naked and making love. Then I heard Steve say "lower..." Almost like I was hypnotized, my hands moved down farther on my tummy. I was starting to feel so warm and tingly all over. It was like a dream. I don't know how long I stayed like that-rubbing and touching my warm skin all over. Then Steve said that my panties were getting wet and that I should touch myself there. Without thinking, I reached down to feel between my legs. There was a big wet spot on the crotch, and when I rubbed a little, my head started to spin. It felt so good I had to keep rubbing myself. Steve kept taking pictures and told me to put my hand inside my panties. That's pretty much what I needed to do anyway, so I reached my hand inside and touched myself there. I couldn't help it...I had to masturbate. I was beginning to feel like I wanted to come so bad! That's when I felt Steve on me. Before I knew what had happened, he was next to me kissing and licking me all over. I opened my eyes and saw that he was naked. He'd taken off his shorts and his big thing was hanging right in front of me as he leaned over. I couldn't take my eyes off it. It looked so long and hard, and his skin was so smooth and tan. He saw me staring and said to go ahead and touch it. I'm so sorry, Honey...I couldn't help it. I wanted to touch it so bad. I was scared at first, but then he put his hand in my panties too and started to put his fingers inside me. I thought I was going to faint. Without even realizing what I was doing, I grabbed him and started to jack him off. He tried to pull my panties off, but I wouldn't let him. I was afraid of what might happen, so we just kept rubbing each other faster and faster. I decided to make him come, and I knew I was getting close too. He said he wanted me to suck him and he moved over so he was close to my mouth. I closed my eyes and did it. It felt so strange in my mouth, Honey; so different from you. He's big and thick, and I had trouble keeping it in. He held my head up and started to kind of push in and out. I tried to keep up, but he was getting anxious and I could feel him swell up even bigger. I almost gagged when he pushed in. He was still using his fingers on me and he started to rub my special spot. . .you know, my clit. My hips started to buck and shake and I could tell I was going to come soon. That's when I just sucked on the tip of his cock and started to pump him faster with my hand. Pretty soon he yelled out and squirted all over me. That set me off, and well, you know what I'm like when that happens. "Oh, Sweetheart...Michael, will you ever forgive me? I am so ashamed. I swear I have never done anything like this before," she finally said. "Did he fuck you?" I asked. "No...no, I swear! That was all, " she cried. "We held each other for a while after, then we cleaned up and came back to camp." I didn't know what to say. There were so many emotions flying around in my head. On one hand I was shocked that this had happened. I couldn't help feeling jealous about this guy taking advantage of my sweet, but apparently willing, wife. On the other hand, I had just fucked his wife silly at about the same time this was all going on. In fact, how was I ever going to tell my wife that I had enjoyed wild sex with her sister? On top of everything else, I had to admit that this whole mess was keeping me incredibly arroused. Even now, my wife's story of her fling with my Brother-In- Law had me rock hard and ready to explode. "Listen, Honey..." I finally said. "This certainly is quite a shock. But I appreciate your honesty. Let's just work through this and move on. It may take some time, but I think we can deal with it. We still have a couple of days up here, let's see what happens." She looked up and gave me a small, grateful smile. "Really? You're not going to leave me? Oh, Mike, I have been so worried. I love you so much for being so understanding!" She pulled me close to give me a hug, but then she seemed to freeze. "But what about Kellie?" she whispered. I smiled a strange little smile she could not see and answered, "You let me take care of your sister..." -=CHAPTER 4=- My wife and I were pretty quiet that evening-both lost in our private thoughts about the strange and exciting events of the last 24 hours. This camping trip had turned out to be an unexpected opportunity to not only test the boundaries of our marriage, but perhaps to also explore and indulge some of our personal secret fantasies. If Kellie and Steve-my wife's sister and her husband- noticed how reserved we were, nothing was said. We enjoyed another delicious Dutch-oven dinner, then we all settled around the fire to drink some beer and visit. Steve was his normal, "life-of-the-party" self, continually cracking jokes and generally acting larger than life. It was hard not to like the guy. He was so self-assured and comfortable with his surroundings. Even with the knowledge that he had seduced and taken advantage of my wife earlier that afternoon, I had to admit that I found it difficult to hold any grudge or ill feelings about him. Somehow I knew he had no intention of offending me by his actions. Of course, his wife and I had done the same if not worse. After a while, Steve said, "How about some smoke?" Grinning slyly, he reached into a small fanny-pack and pulled out a custom-made pipe and a plastic bag filled with green, leafy buds. "I think it's high time we all get a little high!" he chuckled. Natalie and I had both smoked pot in college while we were dating. It wasn't a major thing, just something we did at parties and on weekends for fun. But since we had been married and started to raise a family, we had put it aside to be more "responsible". With the mood we were both in right now, however, it sounded like the perfect idea. "Absolutely..." I blurted, then I glanced over at my wife to check her reaction. She kind of shrugged and said, "Sure, why not?" Steve fired up the pipe and began passing it around. It had been a long time since we inhaled the thick, pungent smoke in our lungs, so Natalie and I kind of choked and gagged through the first few hits. But soon that familiar relaxed sensation started to wash over my body. It didn't take long for us all to get fairly giddy. My wife is especially entertaining when she's stoned. She usually just sits and giggles for no apparent reason; the drug takes away most of her inhibitions, and sometimes she can get pretty loose and even aroused. My Sister-In-Law, Kellie, seemed to be loose naturally, but the pot made her almost out of control. She started telling dirty jokes and was making suggestive comments while she draped herself all over her husband- continuously rubbing her hands over him. I watched, floating in a light fog, as she trailed one hand up Steve's thigh and came dangerously close to grasping the clearly outlined bulge on display in the crotch of his shorts. I looked over to see my wife staring in the same direction almost like she was in a trance. Suddenly Kellie shouted, "Let go skinny dipping!" We all looked at each other for a moment like we didn't comprehend what she had suggested. "Come on...it will be fun!" she insisted. In my dazed condition, my mind started to consider the interesting possibilities of us all stripping down and getting in the water together. After everything that had happened already, this almost seemed like a natural next step. Thinking about it for a minute, I said, "All right, I'm up for it." Then I turned to Natalie. She sat there unsteadily with an amused look on her pretty face. "Come on, Hon...let's go for it!" I urged. She busted up. "You've got to be kidding! There's no way I'm stripping naked and getting in that freezing water!" she laughed. "Forget it." "We don't have to go in the lake," Steve piped up. "There's a natural hot springs not too far away that's just like a hot tub. It's awesome, I've been meaning to take you guys over to check it out anyway." I looked back at my wife. "That sounds good," I offered. I don't know why, but now this little outing was important to me. "You like hot tubs!" I said lamely. "Yeah, Nat, you like hot tubs!" her little sister drunkenly laughed from across the fire. Natalie was still giggling with a dreamy, far-away look, but I could see she was struggling to consider the idea. "I don't know," she finally said. "I don't think I could go in naked, with everybody looking...I'd be embarrassed." "Oh jeez, Nat!" Kellie almost shouted, "Don't be a spaz...it's just us, we're all family! Wear yer damn swim suit if ya want, I don't care, let's just go!" "Oh, all right." Natalie finally conceded. "What the hell, I'll go. But I think I will put something on." We split up for the time it took to change clothes and gather a few things. Then Steve lead us off into the night with a flashlight to help find our way along the trail. After about 15 minutes of hiking, we came around a bend and there was the hot springs in a small clearing framed by a natural cove formed by rocky cliffs that reached up the mountain. The spring itself was like a moderate-sized pool with grassy banks all around. The bright moonlight gleamed on the water, and we could see steam rising up in the cool summer air. It was an ideal setting. Steve switched off the flashlight and said, "Let's get naked!" He wasted little time in stripping off his shoes, shirt and shorts; then, without hesitation, he hooked his thumbs in his boxer shorts and skinned them down his legs. I couldn't help staring at the impressive tool dangling between his thighs; it seemed to hang halfway down to his knees, and it was thick and angry-looking-even when flaccid. Glancing over, I caught my wife obviously staring at his manhood too. Kellie broke the spell by shouting, "What's the matter, waiting for an invitation?" I looked over to see her pull the T-shirt over her head revealing her large, perfectly formed breasts that I had become intimately familiar with. They looked just as inviting in the moonlight. She had on her black bikini bottom again, but before she could strip that off too my wife spoke up. "Wow, Kell, you're sure not shy, are you? Why don't you at least leave something on so I don't feel like the only one...please?" "Oh, all right...Goody-two-shoes," Kellie sighed. "But it's way more fun if you go all the way. You should try it." "Maybe later...I'm just not ready yet," Nat said, as she kicked off her shoes. She was wearing a T-shirt and some shorts. She'd forgotten to pack a swimsuit. "At least take off your shorts!" Kellie chided her. "You have underwear on, don't ya?" Natalie looked over at me questioningly. "Go ahead. . ." I said. "I'm going for it." Then I began to pull my clothes off. I could sense both women's eyes on me as I finally reached for my boxers. Feeling playful, I turned my back to them and slowly peeled the garment down my legs-pausing to give them a good look at "my" full moon. I heard Kellie giggling and encouraging me with raunchy comments about my "cute" ass. Finally I stripped completely and turned around to expose the "Full Monty", aware that I was half erect. "My, my. . ." Kellie said, grinning. Steve was already relaxing in the water, lighting up another bowl of pot. "Come on in. . .the water's fine!" he yelled. Natalie realized she was holding up the party, so she reluctantly unzipped her shorts and slid them down her shapely legs. Underneath, my wife had on skimpy white panties. Deciding to leave those and her T-shirt on, she said, "OK, let's go," and we all joined Steve in the soothing, steamy water. The temperature was close to perfect. The hot spring was fairly shallow-the surface was just above my waist when I stood up. The bottom was sandy, but there were large, smooth rocks here and there that proved to be good stools and chairs to perch on; so we sat there lounging, gently splashing ourselves, and chatting while we passed the pipe and refueled a raging buzz. We kind of naturally paired up with our spouses at first. Natalie sat next to me and I noticed that her shirt had become almost transparent when it got wet. I could easily see her dark nipples showing through the fabric. "Why don't you just take that thing off," I told her at last. "It's not hiding anything anyway." She looked down and could see I was right. Between the peer pressure and the fresh high she was enjoying, she finally gave in. Crossing her arms, she pulled the wet shirt over her head and tossed it aside, exposing her glistening breasts to us all. Kellie and Steve both clapped and whistled with approval. By now we were all pretty stoned. There was a lot of horsing-around-splashing back and forth and laughing; we were having a great time. Then Kellie said, "Let's play a game!" "What game?" I asked. "I dunno, let's play Truth or Dare." "God, I haven't played Truth or Dare since we were teenagers," Natalie laughed. "I don't think I've ever played it. . .or at least I don't remember how it goes." I said. "How do you play?" Kellie explained, "Well, the way we used to play it, you pick somebody and ask them 'Truth or Dare?' Then they have to pick one. If they pick 'Truth' you can ask them any question and they have to answer it; but, if they pick 'Dare', you can tell them to do anything and they have to do it...they have to do whatever you say." This game sounded like it could create some interesting possibilities-especially in our current state of feeling no pain. "So then what happens?" I asked. "After the person does the Truth or Dare, then they can pick the next person...and it keeps going like that." For some reason Kellie kept looking at me while she laid out the rules. "What if you don't want to tell about something... or if you don't want to do what they say," Natalie said nervously. "I mean, I know you guys, Kell, you can be sick and twisted sometimes!" "Get over it, Sis, you remember the game," Kellie shot back with a mischievous grin. "Them's the rules. That's what makes it fun... anything goes! Tell all or pay the penalty!" "I'm in." Steve said. "Me too," I heard myself say. "Oh, what the hell." Natalie giggled. "I'm so stoned, I probably won't remember anything anyway! Who goes first?" Steve had an idea to take an empty beer can and spin it in the water between us. Whomever the top of the can pointed to when it came close to stopping could choose the first victim. The can eventually pointed to me. Steve looked up and said, "Go for it, Mike. Who's it gonna be?" "Kellie..." I said without hesitation. "Truth or Dare?" My wife's sister had a twinkle in her eyes as she folded her arms and stared back at me. "Truth!" she said, almost challenging me. Realizing the pressure was now on me to set the tone for this wild activity, I thought for a moment; I had to make it good. "Ok," I said finally, "What is the most outrageous sexual fantasy you have that you have never told anybody about?" I immediately felt proud of myself for such a bold question-especially when my wife slapped my shoulder. But Kellie didn't even pause to think about it. "That easy," she said. "I've always wanted to be in like a group sex thing where there are people all over me- touching and sucking me and everything. I think it would be so cool to like, just overdose on sex, ya know?" She and Steve looked at each other and burst out laughing. Steve said, "I thought it was supposed to be something I didn't know about. Guess again! That sure sounds like something Kellie would like. Who's next?" Kellie looked around for a moment. "Natalie! ... Truth or Dare?" I could see my wife struggling with the choice. I knew she didn't want to reveal anything like Kellie had just told us, but she was also afraid her sister would make her do something really embarrassing or perverted. "Truth..." she finally whispered. I could see the wheels spinning in Kellie's devious brain. "All right, Big Sister how often do you masturbate, and what do you think about when you do?" Natalie gasped, "That's two questions! You are so wicked, Kellie!" Kellie snickered, "Answer everything. . .or I'll just ask again later." I was really interested to hear what my wife would say, too. Nat cleared her throat tentatively. "Well, uh. . .I guess maybe two or three times. . .a week," she started. "What do I think about? I dunno. . .making love, I guess. . ." We all groaned in disappointment (although I was surprised to learn how often my wife admitted to diddling herself). "Everybody thinks about fucking. . ." Kellie said. Come on, give us details about what you think about!" "Jeez, I dunno. . ." Nat said, "I probably think about romantic things like being captured by a handsome pirate or something and then seduced and taken almost against my will. . . You know, stuff like that." Her fantasy seemed to satisfy the group. It certainly got me thinking. "My turn," Natalie said, as she looked around. . . "Steve. . .Truth or Dare?" The big fireman didn't even look surprised or concerned. "Dare!" he said defiantly. Natalie seemed to struggle with her thoughts again. Then she lowered her eyes, and in a small voice that sounded almost like a little girl she said, "Show us how big your. . .cock is. . ." Steve got a big grin on his face and chuckled, "Hard or soft?" "Hard. . ." she meekly replied. "Well, to do that I'm gonna need some help. Any volunteers?" he said as he looked strait at my wife. Natalie still was looking down at her chest. I think she had surprised even herself with her request and was afraid to go any further. Kellie waited for a minute then said, "Shit. . .I'll do it! Come here, ya big stud!" We all watched as Steve hoisted himself up and sat back on the grassy bank. His large wet cock was laying passively against his thigh. Again I was amazed at its size and mass, as Kellie moved over between his legs and grasped him. Slowly she pumped her small fist up and down-her exposed breasts swayed back and forth with her arm movements. I looked over to see Natalie watching intently. She inched forward in the water to get a better view as his huge organ began to rise and inflate. It didn't take Kellie long to massage him almost fully erect, and his large testicles bounced and swayed under her pumping hand. Steve had his eyes closed now and his usual smile was even bigger. "That's about as big as it gets," Kellie finally said. She held it there proudly for inspection, as my wife and I stared in amazement. He was at least nine-inches long and thick. Slick and hard in the moonlight, with the big smooth helmet head it reminded me of some kind of missile or rocket ready to launch. Kellie looked over at her sister. "Wanna touch it?" "No, that's OK." Natalie said softly. "Not right now." We all heard her declining the invitation; but we were equally aware that she had left the possibility open for the future. "Who's turn is it?" I said to break the akward silence. "Steve?" "Damn...I can't believe y'all are gonna leave me this way," Steve grinned. "All right...uh, Mike! Truth or Dare?" I followed Steve's example and did the macho thing. "Dare..." Steve looked at Kellie who was still softly stroking his manhood. "Ok, I dare ya to let Kell here do the same thing to you that she did to me. Let's see how you measure up, cowboy!" Natalie gasped beside me. "Kell...you wouldn't!" she said. But I could tell by the tone in her voice that she didn't really seem that upset or shocked. Maybe it was the pot. "Oh yeah? Watch this. Come here, Mikey! Kellie laughed, as she glided over to me and repeated the process of helping me up onto the bank. Looking into my eyes, she whispered, "Nice," then she started to softly caress and stroke my cock that didn't need much encouragement to become fully erect. I'm certainly not as big as Steve, but I can hold my own with most guys. I closed my eyes and drifted off as my Sister-In-Law's expert touch made my head spin even more than it already was. "I think he likes it." I heard Kellie say, and the others laughed softly. "OK...that's enough." Natalie said, putting an unwelcome stop to my pleasure. "Let's keep going. . ." Coming out of my daze, I spoke up. "Let's change things a bit. Since Kellie's had to do all the work on the last two turns...let's let her pick next." There were no objections, so Kellie reluctantly stopped stroking me and looked around at her sister who was watching closely. "Natalie! ... Truth or Dare?" "You picked me last time!" my wife complained. "So? I can pick anybody I want. What's the matter, are ya chicken?" "No," Nat frowned. "OK...Dare, damn it." My heart started to beat a little faster as I realized Kellie would likely make my wife do something wild. I was glad Natalie was starting to get into the spirit of all this. "All right," Kellie said. "I dare you to let Steve take your panties off... with his teeth!" I was right. This would be intense. "I don't know..." Natalie began. But before she could object any further, Kellie jumped all over her. "Hey, we all did it!" she griped. "You have to do it too! That's the rules. We all agreed." Resigned to her fate, Nat moved over by Steve-still sitting on the grassy bank with his big tool lazily waving in the air. We watched as he helped her climb out of the water and sit next to him. "How are we gonna do this?" she asked. "Why don't you just lay back and relax," he replied. "This won't hurt a bit!" My pretty blonde-haired wife leaned back and spread her legs slightly. The wet panties she wore did nothing to hide her feminine secrets. In the bright moonlight we could easily see the dark patch of her trimmed bush; and below, the fleshy lips of her pussy were clearly visible too. Steve decided to take advantage of the situation and play around a little. Instead of going right for the panties, he lowered his head and began to nibble and tickle her around the edges. Natalie tensed and giggled from the sensations, but she didn't object. Finally Steve placed his hands on either side of her and reached down with his mouth and teeth to take hold of the top edge of the drenched silk. Slowly he pulled down and revealed her naked belly, then her soft, wet honey-colored hairs. I noticed that Natalie was no longer giggling and her breathing seemed to be getting deeper. She raised her hips slightly to help him with his effort. Soon his nose was brushing against her bush. Just slightly lower and his mouth would be right on her sex. Suddenly Natalie moaned... loud. I think it surprised all of us. Her hips raised up even higher and began to gently rotate and rock as Steve kept moving his teeth lower. Watching with fascination, I became aware that Kellie was stroking my cock again. She was still standing in the water between my legs, looking over at her husband and my wife. Reaching down, I grasped a handful of one of her amazing breasts. I heard her purr in appreciation as my thumb found a hard nipple and began to rake back and forth across the turgid flesh. In response, she gripped my rod more firmly and started to pump faster. Looking back at Steve and Natalie, I saw that he had her panties down past her crotch now, but he was no longer working at pulling them any further. My wife had her hands tangled in his hair as he obviously kissed, licked, and lapped at her sopped opening. I remember thinking the game was over, as Steve reached up with one hand and ripped her panties from her body, then spread her legs wide to give him better access. The scene excited me intensely, and I lowered my head to kiss Kellie deeply-our tongues intertwined with hot passion. My Sister-In-Law broke the kiss and lowered her head down to take me in her mouth. I groaned loudly as her sweet, wet softness engulfed me. Holding her head gently in my hands, I helped her bob up and down on my shaft. Each time she would raise up, she would pause and swirl her tongue all around the sensitive head of my throbbing prick while she jacked me gently with her hand. Leaning back on my elbows, I looked over to see what Steve and Natalie were doing. Steve was now on his back with my petite wife draped over him in a sixty-nine position. Her tight little ass was arched up in front of his face as he continued to lap and suck between her legs. He appeared to have a finger moving in and out of her as he licked her without mercy. Natalie was doing her best to take his monster cock in her mouth. Her lips were stretched wide and her cheeks hollowed in and out while she moved her head up and down. I could hear her moaning and panting around his huge shaft as she tried desperately to return the pleasure he was obviously giving her. Kellie's blowjob was getting me close to the edge, so I pulled her off and slid down into the warm water with her. We embraced and kissed each other while she ground her covered pussy against my hard cock. "I thought we were all supposed to be naked," I teased as I reached down and stripped the bikini bottom down her legs and tossed it onto the bank. "Bout time," she giggled. "Ever fuck in a hot spring?" "Not that I can remember." I said truthfully. "Where the hell ya been all yer life?" she teased. "Guess I'm gonna have to teach you everything. Come on, big boy!" She grabbed me by the cock and a led me over to the side. Then she turned around and leaned against the edge of the pond. Reaching back, she spread her feet slightly and guided my rock-hard pole up between her legs to her opening. I pressed forward and pushed into her part way. Even with the warm water around us, I could feel the heat of her steaming pussy around the tip of my rigid meat. Kellie leaned forward and rested her elbows and hands on the bank. I grasped her hips and pushed forward, sliding my cock almost all the way inside her with one stroke. Kellie moaned and ground her ass back against me-pushing me the rest of the way in. I began thrusting in and out with long, smooth strokes. My hands reached around to cup and massage her breasts and nipples. Water splashed and sloshed noisily around us, and we couldn't help but laugh at the commotion we were making. I heard a familiar female squeal nearby and looked over to see my naked wife on her hands and knees. She had her eyes closed tightly and her mouth was wide open. "Oh god..." she wailed again. "It's so big... I don't know if I can take it!" Steve was kneeling behind her with his massive cock partially buried inside her. He was rocking back and forth gently, trying to inch the throbbing giant farther into her tight tunnel. To his credit, he was patient and began to make slow progress as she moaned and clawed at the ground beneath her. "That's it, baby. . .you're all wet and slick for me," he said soothingly. " It's gonna feel so good when I'm inside. I'm gonna stretch that pretty pussy and fuck you all night long." She groaned again in reply and tried to rock her hips back against him slightly. I'd never really considered how I would react to watching my wife being fucked by someone else- especially my Brother-In-Law. Somewhat surprisingly, I realized that, more than anything, it was a huge turn- on. Something about seeing my beautiful bride right in front of me with a well-hung stud giving her obviously pleasure was wildly erotic. Of course, it didn't hurt to know that I was pounding into his wife at the same time! I turned my attention back to Kellie and, grasping her soft hips, started to thrust into her with more urgency. She pushed back at me with each stroke, then she surprised me by reaching between her legs to cup and squeeze my balls in her hand. The sensation was incredible; I don't think I'd ever experienced it before. Picking up the pace, I let her know through my actions that I liked what she was doing. The night air was filled with the sounds of sex. We almost sounded like a pack of wild wolves as we moaned, groaned, and grunted-urging our partners on and climbing toward mutual climax. With all the physical exertion, the water was starting to get a little too warm. I suggested to Kellie that we join Steve and Nat out in the cool air on the grass. She agreed and we both climbed out and settled down near them. Changing positions, Kellie laid on her back- raising her knees and spreading her legs invitingly. I wasted no time in climbing aboard again- pushing my cock deep inside and immediately pistoning in and out furiously. I looked up and noticed Natalie had now taken Steve inside her completely. She cried out with a steady chant as he held onto her hips with a tight grip and pounded back and forth-causing the taut flesh of her soft buttocks to shake and tremble with each impact. Her breasts hung beneath her-swaying and jiggling violently. Almost on cue, he reached forward and held the quivering tit flesh in his big hands, tweaking and teasing her nipples with his fingers. My balls were churning as I plowed in and out of Kellie, and I could feel the first signs of my much needed explosion starting to rack my body. Reaching down, I took hold of Kellie's legs and raised her ankles up on my shoulders. With a better angle of penetration, I pushed up on my hands and planted my toes in the soft turf, then I proceeded to slam into my wife's sister like a crazed animal. "Oh fuck!" she wailed. "Uhh...uhnnngh ... uhh! Yeah, that's it, fuck me hard... that feels so good!" Natalie and Steve appeared close to exploding too. My wife was still on her hands and knees and every muscle strained and shuddered against the relentless pounding from the big man behind her. Kellie had scooted forward to the point that she was almost laying between Nat's hands-grasping and clenching at the ground. Then something totally unexpected happened. As Natalie panted and whimpered above her, Kellie reached up and pulled her sister's mouth down to her waiting lips for a passionate kiss. I think Nat was too close to her orgasm to even realize what was happening, or maybe she simply didn't care, but she returned the kiss with amazing intensity. They both moaned and ground their mouths together with pink tongues battling. I couldn't help wonder if this had happened before. The erotic scene was too much for me. I yelled out and thrust my cock into Kellie as far as it would go; holding it there, my hot load raced through me and exploded deep inside her. The beautiful woman beneath me writhed and shuddered-her hands clawed at my back as she milked out the last of my thick seed with her strong inner muscles. My wife and Kellie's husband were not far behind us. As we collapsed in each other's arms, I could hear Nat wailing and begging Steve to come inside her. I opened my eyes to watch their finale. Steve was hovering over Natalie like a giant bear. She had dropped down on her elbows and her head was almost on the ground while her bouncing ass was raised high in the air to meet his brutal thrusts. He was almost laying on top of her back with his arms wrapped around her waist. The amazing sight was his hips: they slammed back and forth at almost inhuman speed; the slapping of their flesh together was incredibly loud and I could also hear the sucking and slurping sounds from the joining between their legs. Finally Steve jerked up erect on his knees and let out what I can only describe as a roar that echoed throughout the mountains. He slammed his hips forward into my wife one last time-spraying his huge load deep within her. Natalie almost passed out. Her eyes were rolled back in her head and her mouth was open wide, but no sound came out. At last Steve finished emptying himself and he fell back away from her. Natalie collapsed too and she fought to catch her breath, breasts heaving and sweat covering her small body as it glistened in the moonlight. I knew she was all right when she finally looked toward me and smiled wearily. "Truth or Dare," she whispered. Later we made our way back to camp. Without any discussion, Kellie and I went to one tent while Steve and Natalie went to the other. After Kellie and I recovered somewhat, we spent the night exploring each other's bodies. From the sounds next door, we could tell Steve and Nat were doing much the same. The next day was our last up in the mountains, so we spent much of the time with our new partners. I think we all realized that what had happened would be taboo in the real world; and, once we went back to our normal lives, this relationship would be too complicated or dangerous to continue. So we made the most of the remaining time together. It was one of the most satisfying experiences of my life, largely because there was no jealously or regret associated with what we had done. At dusk we packed up the camp and went home to reality. One thing was sure-I had a new and deep appreciation for camping. Post Script: Natalie and I continued to socialize regularly with Steve and Kellie without any sexual relations. 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