TED'S HORNY GIRLS (M/F,M+/F,M/f,M+/f,inc,preg) Part 2 (Chaps 3 & 4) of 3 by Art West Chapter 3: Samantha in trouble When I returned home from the office on monday evening, the girls were not yet back from the school trip. A few minutes later, the phone rang, and a rather serious sounding voice asked if he was speaking to Mr Grant. When I acknowledged that he was, the voice went on: "This is Andrew Campbell; I am senior guidance counsellor and advisor at your daughters' school. I shall be bringing Samantha and Selina back to your house right now. I wanted to be sure you were there." "You don't need to do that", I replied. "We can fetch them at the school". But the voice continued: "I am sorry, no. There is a very serious matter which I need to discuss urgently with you and your wife, and it is best that I come in there. I'll see you in 5-10 minutes". That sounded pretty ominous, but he would give no more details. When the car pulled into our drive, I peeped out of the window to see if I could get a clue to the problem. Mr Campbell led the way to the door, with Samantha a few steps behind him, tightlipped, sullen and rather dragging her feet as she stared at the ground a few paces in front of her. Selina, on the other hand, brought up the rear full of bounce, looking like the cat that had swallowed the cream. I met them at the door to let them in, and ushered Mr Campbell into the living room. He immediately asked Selina to leave us alone, and we gestured to her to go up to her room with her bags. Once Selina was out of the room, the teacher turned to Sharon and myself and said: "Mr and Mrs Grant: I am very sorry that I have a rather unpleasant duty to perform. I have to inform you that last night, during the school outing, Samantha slipped out of the girl's dormitory to meet a boy. She and the boy were discovered near the lake. They were totally naked and were in the process of having sex." "My god, Samantha .... wha ...." I gasped out. But as my voice disappeared, Sharon, obviously less concerned, asked quite casually: "Who was the boy?" "Tom Edwards" replied Mr Campbell. "He is 17 and in the senior class". "Was he using a condom?" was Sharon's next question. That was not the question that the teacher expected, and he seemed lost for words. Samantha answered: "Of course, mother; we were careless to get caught but not THAT stupid!" Mr Campbell returned to the theme on his mind. "There are two serious issues we need to discuss. Firstly, both Samantha and Tom have committed a very serious breach of the school code of conduct, and we will have to take appropriate and immediate disciplinary action. Secondly, since Samantha is below the age of consent, Tom is also guilty of a criminal offence, in fact statutory rape. The school will back you if you wish to lay a charge against him, but the onus is on you to decide whether you wish to take such action" Sharon remained unperturbed: "Samantha may be 15, but, by god, she is quite capable of deciding for herself if she wants to make love to a boy ... unless you are suggesting that she had not consented? But then surely she should not be disciplined at all. So tell me, Sam, were you consenting or were you raped?" "No, mom, I wanted to make love to Tom", said Samantha defiantly.. "Well that clears that up. But I don't think we should discuss 'disciplinary action' in Sam's presence. I'm going to take her to her room, and hear her side of the story before I discuss it further with you". An awkward silence followed the departure of Sharon and Samantha. I offered Andrew Campbell a drink which he refused. He looked embarrassed, while my own feelings were in turmoil. On the one hand, as a father I should be protecting my daughter's virginity. But on the other hand, the image of her fucking a young boy in the open air, and being observed doing so, was decidedly erotic and I wished that I could have seen it all. My cock twitched and unwillingly I had incestuous thoughts of sinking my organ into those young pussy lips. The silence, and my fantasies, were interrupted by the sudden ringing of the phone. I went to answer, and was surprised to hear Sharon's voice, obviously calling from the separate phone we had installed in the girl's room. She immediately hissed at me: "Don't give any clue that I'm on the phone ... just mutter a few 'yes's'". "Yes" I dutifully responded. "I think I must deal with young Mr Campbell on my own", she continued. "We don't want Sam to have to go to another school. You pretend that this is a call from your office. The burglar alarm has just gone off, and you are the only one contactable to go back, to meet the police and to re-set it." I played along: "Are you sure I'm the only one available?" "That's the spirit! Now you need to go and give me about 45mins with Mr Campbell. I'm hanging up now ... but you keep talking so that you're just hanging up as I come into the room". My cock started twitching at the thought of how Sharon proposed to 'deal' with the unsuspecting Mr Campbell. But I went on talking into the phone: "This is extremely inconvenient as I have an important meeting at home ..... Well, if that's the situation ..... OK, expect me in about 20 minutes". Sharon came down the stairs from the bedrooms, and ostentatiously locked the interleading door with the comment that the girls would not be able to disturb us now. I noticed that a couple of buttons on both her blouse and her button-down skirt had come undone, and I was pretty sure she had lost her bra. "Who was that on the phone" she asked innocently, and I told my story, ending with the statement that if there was no problem or serious traffic snarls, I'd be back in 45 minutes. "I'm terribly sorry, Mr Campbell, but I have no choice", I said to the teacher. "My wife and I generally agree on matters of discipline for the girls, however, so I sure I will be prepared to back up any conclusion you come to". With that I left. Just over 45 minutes later I returned, making sure I banged the car door loudly. When I re-entered the living room, Andrew Campbell was seated rather stiffly on one of the upright chairs, while Sharon looked more relaxed on the sofa. He was looking very tense and strained, and ready to make a bolt for it. Sharon later filled me in on what had happened. After I had left, she had sat down next to him on the sofa, turning towards him with her knees folded up to reveal a considerable amount of leg. They started speaking about the seriousness of Samantha's indiscretions, and Sharon leaned towards him (making sure she flashed a lot of cleavage) and expressed sympathy with the difficult position he was in as a counsellor, having to talk to parents about matters such as this. She assured him that while other parents might get defensive and aggressive, we would be open-minded in discussing what was best for Samantha and the school. She moved closer, and placed her hand first on his arm and then on his leg as she expressed this sympathy. It was clear that he was becoming increasingly disconcerted by her nearness. She twisted further on the seat, bringing her knees up so far that they rested against his thigh, while revealing ever more of her upper leg. It took only about 10 minutes for Sharon to achieve the desired result. Suddenly, in the middle of the sentence, Mr Campbell threw his arms around her, and started kissing her fiercely. His tongue sought hers, and she obligingly opened her mouth. He soon had her down on the sofa, with his hand inside her blouse, fondling her braless tits. She let her hand get caught between them, rubbing against his crotch, where she could feel his raging hard-on. ("Frankly", Sharon told me later, "I was getting so hot that I nearly raped him there and then, but of course that was not the point") Just as she felt him starting to unzip his trousers, she suddenly sat up, pushed him away, and said in shocked tones: "Mr Campbell ... What are you trying to do?". Andrew Campbell immediately broke away, and in total confusion buried his head in his hands, muttering: "Oh god, I don't know what came over me! I am so, so embarrassed and sorry. Mrs Grant, please forgive me .... I'll leave immediately and get someone else from the school to come and complete the discussion." Sharon told him that that would probably cause more confusion. She was in any case just as much at fault in letting him kiss her. But the lesson to be learnt, she went on, was that if they as two adults could so easily let passions overwhelm them, how much more so would it be for young teenagers. Is it really right to impose harsh punishments, when in all likelihood their only premeditated offence was in slipping out for a quick goodnight kiss and cuddle. Mr Campbell forlornly and guiltily agreed. Thus when I returned, Sharon told me that they had reached an agreement that "justice should be tempered by mercy". Since Samantha and Tom Edwards had been kept separately from the other pupils ever since they were discovered, the precise nature of their actions would be unknown. The school headmaster would simply announce that two pupils had been caught trying to slip out of the dormitories, and that as punishment they would have to stand outside the staff room during every break period for the next week. Samantha and Tom would be told that they should not discuss the matter with anyone. Sharon unlocked the door leading to the stairs, and called to Samantha to come down. I noticed that Selina also came down, and stood in the hall outside the living room, obviously straining to hear everything that was said. Samantha was told of the decision, and looked suitably contrite and humble. "Very well, then", said Andrew Campbell, "that's it then. May I call the Edwards household, where one of my colleagues is waiting, to convey our decision?". This he did, and when he was through, told us that Tom's mother wished to speak with us. Sharon went to the phone, and returned with the news that Mrs Edwards wanted to bring Tom around to our house. She wanted to thank us for our 'generous' attitude, and to get Tom to apologize in person. Andrew Campbell left as quickly as he could. As soon as he was gone, Sharon called to Selina, and said: "I guess you heard what was agreed?". Selina admitted that she had. "Well", Sharon went on, "nobody has told you what you may or may not say! So tomorrow at school, you make sure that you tell exactly what your sister was up to, in as much lurid detail as you can muster, to the best gossips in the school". "Oo .. that'll be fun" responded Selina in obvious excitement. But I was aghast: "Sharon .. what are you saying. You are ensuring that every one in the school knows that our daughter sleeps around. What's that going to do to her reputation in the school". "If my daughter wants to be the school slut", laughed Sharon, "then we might as well see that she advertises it ... I guess she'll have no shortages of boyfriends after this". I was speechless, but couldn't help noting that Selina was giggling and that Samantha had a look of erotic excitement on her face. We weren't able to talk further, as Tom and his mother arrived at that point. It turned out that she was a single parent, bringing up Tom on her own after her husband left her about 10 years earlier. She had a rather prim look. She thanked us for not pressing for more serious action against Tom. She told us that she had warned him that he had better not even hint to his friends that he had been 'intimate' with Samantha. All the time, Tom was looking very sheepish, and did not look anyone in the eye. His mother asked him whether he didn't have something to say. In a very soft and embarrassed voice he apologized to us for taking advantage of Samantha, and risking her reputation. He apologized to her for forcing himself on her. Clearly he had been coached by his mother. Apologies were accepted, and we sat and talked for a while. I noticed that Tom sneaked looks at Samantha. He clearly had a serious teenage crush on her, and probably thought he had blown any chances of any further relationships with her. I also noticed that when Samantha saw him looking at her, and when no one else seemed to be looking, she mischievously blew kisses at him. This added to his discomfit; my daughter was evidently a serious cock-teaser, and she enjoyed it. There's no doubt that Samantha's reputation spread quickly, and she quite soon had a number of boys, typically 2 to 5 years older than herself, regularly taking her out. We were quite sure that she was fucking all of them regularly, and Sharon seemed to encourage it by putting her on the pill and providing her with some very sexy outfits. In contrast to her mother and sister, Samantha is petite and blonde, and I think Sharon enjoyed dressing her in the sorts of skimpy outfits which she could not wear herself. I became obsessed with the idea of being able to watch Sam fucking with one of her boyfriends, and even fantasized about getting my cock into her pussy. Eventually, about 6 weeks later, I managed to conceal myself in the garage behind the ventilation panel again when Samantha was supposedly on her own at home. Sure enough, not much later one of her boyfriends arrived ... a college student aged about 20. She brought him into the living room to my delight (as I thought she might go to her bedroom), and it was not long before there were clothes everywhere, and her friend was sucking on her small tits and then later licking her pussy lips. They moved into a 69 position, with Samantha on top, and energetically and noisily ate each other out. It was for me incredibly erotic, seeing my own daughter engaged in such lewd acts. It was to get better! Samantha lifted herself up, and pulled her boyfriend into a sitting position on the sofa. She turned her back to him, impaling herself on his rod as she faced me directly. As she bounced up and down, I had a perfect view of her beautiful face scrunching up as the first of many climaxes overtook her, of her titties bouncing while her boyfriend's hand massaged them and played with nipples, and (most erotic of all) of her cunt lips being stretched by the invading cock. Her screams carried clearly up to me: "Ahhhhhhh ....Owwwww.. Fuck me .. Fuck me ...". I had my own trousers down and was beating my own meat in time with them. I wished that I could rush down the stairs and join them, and that I could fuck my own daughter rather than this young college student. Almost too soon it was over! They came together in one last passionate cry, and then slowly relaxed as the passion subsided. I could see the boy's cock slowly wilting and starting to slip out from Samantha's cunt lips, eventually popping out to leave her pussy hole gaping rather obscenely. I was disappointed to see that there would be no encore. The boy seemed to need to go quite soon, and began collecting his clothing together, while Sam remained lying on the sofa with her legs wide open. Still naked, she walked with him to the door, and then returned to the living room but walking straight through to the kitchen, presumably to get a juice or something. I collapsed back on to the old easy chair in the garage, still rubbing my dick as I replayed what I had just witnessed. Somehow, I had to do this again! My private thoughts were shattered, however, as I heard Samantha's voice saying: "So you were spying on me, you perverted old daddy!". My eyes jerked open, to see Samantha standing at the head of the steps up from the kichen. I was acutely embarrassed, but there was nothing I could do to hide my rapidly wilting cock, and what I had been doing with it. My mouth opened and closed wordlessly a few times, as I tried to think of something to say. "Ever since the time I was caught on the school outing, I thought you were getting off on thinking about your little girl's sexual activities". Samantha, still totally nude, and with drips of semen clearly visible down her inside thigh, strolled across to my chair and sat on the arm. She leaned over, put her arms round my neck, and kissed me hard on the lips, slightly open-mouthed. "NO", my mind screamed, but my prick refused to obey and jumped to full attention. Samantha took her lips away, looked down, and said with a giggle: "Surely my daddy is not having incestuous thoughts!". But she put out a hand and started stroking my cock as she resumed kissing me. Tentatively I put a hand on to her titties and massaged them with my palm. Samantha moaned a little, and then brought my head down to her breast and nursed me. After I had sucked for a few minutes, she dropped off the arm of the chair to straddle me, still holding my head to her breast. From far off, my mind tried to tell me I shouldn't be doing this, but my cock wasn't listening! It took Sam only a few wriggles of her hips before my straining prick found that delightfully warm and juicy hole, and it was soon buried to the hilt. I was no longer in control of myself .... I didn't care of this was forbidden territory ... my own daughter ... I just had to fuck this beautiful young woman so obviously giving herself to me. My mouth alternated between french kissing that hot little mouth and sucking those engorged pink nipples. Sam started to come in a series of climaxes, bucking her crotch hard into mine. Her cunt muscles gripped mine in exquisite agaony. "Ohhhh .... Daddy!!!! ..... I love you ...... fuck me, fuck me as hard as you can ....... f-u-u-u-u-ck". I couldn't last for long. My balls pulled tight and cock started to jerk uncontrollably as my sperm erupted into my little girl's womb. I couldn't remember when I'd last had a fuck as satisfying as this. As the spurting stopped, and my prick started to wilt, however, feelings of guilt took over. "Oh Jesus, Sam, what have I done????". But Sam seemed unperturbed! "You've just throroughly fucked your daughter, you dirty old man" she said with a giggle, and bent to kiss my forehead. "And it's no good pretending! You've wanted to get into my pants ever since you knew I was sexually active, and I wanted you to. But you'll have to be very nice to me from now on, though! You won't want me to let slip that my daddy has been fucking me, now do you?". With that she gave me one last long kiss, jumped off my lap (letting some of my semen spill back over my prick and balls), and trotted off to have a shower, leaving me VERY confused. I also went to have a shower, and by the time I saw Sam again, she was dressed and on her way out, apparently to meet Sharon at the shopping mall. When they returned two hours later, Sam winked and blew a kiss at me behind her mother's back, but apart from that acted as if absolutely nothing had happened. I was left wondering exactly what she was thinking, whether she had regrets, and whether she would allow me to get my cock up that tight pussy of hers again. 4: Sharon's big gamble Over the next two months, I did not get another opportunity to spy on either Sharon or Sam. Both, however, were not slow to tell me in graphic detail of their sexual exploits, taking delight in tantalizing me, knowing how much it turned me on. In Sharon's case, Bob soon dropped out of the scene, but there seemed to be an endless stream of other clients or potential clients whom she was happy to seduce. She and Paul continued to have a wild sexual relationship. Paul was also married (to a rather mousy little woman, who always seemed harassed looking after two small children), but neither he nor Sharon seemed to have any desire to leave their partners (much to my relief). Rather, they seemed to use each other to stimulate increasingly bizarre means of sexual gratification. Every now and then they would go off on short business trips (or at least that's what they told Paul's wife, who once called me to ask whether I was worried about their being away so often together .... but I assured her that they were very professional!). Sharon, of course, filled me in on the juicy details: they actually went regularly to a swingers club, where Sharon was a very popular attendee! Every now and then, when we were alone in the room, Samantha would sit on my lap and confide to me in whispers about her most recent sexual adventures. This would give me an instant hard-on, which in most cases I could do nothing to relieve, as we were not alone for long enough for me to risk trying to fuck her. Sam obviously enjoyed teasing me in this way, knowing how much I longed to get into her panties. Her stories showed clearly that she got a kick out of having sex in situations where she might get caught. For example, one of her most exciting (for me!) stories was of the time when she and a boy of 18, in response to a dare at a party, stripped naked, went out to the boy's car and drove across town to well-known local make-out point (where police were known to carry out raids occasionally). There they climbed into the backseat and made love for about 15 minutes before driving back to the party. In spite of Sharon's VERY active sex life outside of the home, she and I were probably more sexually active than at any time in our married life! The constant titillation of hearing Sharon and Samantha telling me of their escapades made me constantly horny, while the more sex Sharon had, the more she seemed to want. On rare occasions, I did also get to fuck Samantha again. My feelings towards Samantha were becoming increasingly mixed up. On the one hand, whenever I looked at her, my desire to get my cock into her young pussy was so intense that my balls ached. But at other times, especially after fucking her, I had equally intense feelings of guilt at the terrible crime of incest I was committing with my still under- age daughter. I was scared that I was causing my little girl (whom I loved equally well in two different ways as father and lover) irretrievable harm and that I would lose her. Samantha seemed to have no worries, however! Most of the time she was as affectionate in a father-daughter sense as ever, but on the (unfortunately rare) occasions when we were on our own she was quite ready to open her young legs to me, and we made intensely satisfying love. Perhaps the most memorable time was a Friday night, about two months after the first time I had fucked Samantha; Sharon was away 'on a business trip', and Selina was at a slumber party with friends. Samantha cancelled the date she had, and spent all night with me in my bed, where we fucked as often as I could get it up, and slept in each others' arms in between. The real turn on for me was to wake up the next morning to find a naked Sam in my arms and to make long slow love to her, and it was this that perhaps first helped me to start coming to terms with our incestuous relationship. A few days later, however, a whole new train of events was set into motion. Sharon was lazily stroking my chest after an passionate love-making session, when she smiled with a far-off look in her eye and said: "I think I've got a suggestion that will really turn you on, you dirty old voyeuristic pervert!". She reminded me that she had to be at a convention in a neighbouring town over a weekend about two weeks later. It turned out that she had recently met (at one of her swinging parties, I suspected) an assistant manager at the hotel at which the convention was to take place. This friend had told her of an interesting feature in the hotel. Some rooms were paired in the sense of having an interleading door, so that the rooms could be turned into a family suite. As is usual in many hotels, there were two doors fitted into the doorway, so that the two rooms can only interconnect if unlocked from both sides. At this hotel, the doors were fitted with full-length mirrors -- again not unusual. The unusual feature, however, was that in some pairs of rooms, if the doors were opened, it was possible (if one knew how and where to find the catches) to remove an inside panel to reveal that the mirror was one-way glass. Sharon's friend could organize that, if Sharon and I registered separately under different names (easy, since she used her maiden name professionally), we could be placed in a pair of adjoining rooms having this feature, and she would have the panels removed, so that I could observe whatever happened in the other room. Sharon made it clear that she intended to have a hot weekend, whether I watched or not, so of course I agreed to go along with the plan. Somehow, for the week before the convention, Sharon and I had no penetrative sex, although she sucked me off a few times. So by the time the friday came, I was as horny as hell. We packed the girls off to their grandparents for the weekend, and set off in separate cars. We arrived at the convention hotel within a few minutes of each other, just after 6.30pm. Sure enough, when I reached my room, I unlocked the door on my side of the interleading doorway, and could see clearly into Sharon's room. The rooms were large: a two seater sofa and two other chairs were placed around a coffee table slightly to my left as I looked through the one-way glass (with the sofa placed against the far wall). To my right, were the two queen-sized beds. Beyond the beds, I could just see the door to the room. As I looked, Sharon emerged from the bathroom wearing a filmy black lace camisole and G-string black panties. I tapped lightly on the door, and she came across and opened it. She looked so enticing, that I almost raped her on the spot, but she held me at bay. She came through to my side to see how it looked, and suggested that I keep my room lights as low as possible while she left all her lights on. She reminded me of the convention programme: Opening presentations from 8-9pm that evening, followed by drinks and a buffet, from which she expected to return at about 11. On the saturday, they were busy from 8.30am to 3.00pm, after which they had a 2-hour break. Sharon was not sure whether she would return to her room or socialize at the swimming pool in her new bikini. The delegates were then being bussed to a banquet and presentations, but would be back at around 11pm. As Sharon prepared to return to her room, she said that she would lock the door on her side, and place the key in a safe place, to prevent embarrassment if any of her guests were to try the door. Standing in her room, with her hand on the door, Sharon continued: "One last thing ... In order to add a bit of spice and excitement to the weekend, I thought I would add the thrill of a little gamble." "What's that?", I asked. Sharon explained: "I have not been taking my pills this month. I am told that for a woman of my age, it is 'unlikely' that I would ovulate during the first month. However, it is just two weeks since my last period, so that if I do ovulate I should be doing so this weekend. I intend to have as many men as possible, and I do not intend to take any precautions. I have made sure that you have not planted any seed in me over the last week, so we have the possibility that somewhere over the next two days I could become pregnant ... and the father will be totally unknown." Before I could even properly absorb what I had been told, Sharon closed and locked the door, and placed the key in a pocket of her luggage. She flashed her tits and me, and blew a kiss, before continuing to get dressed for her function. As what she told me really sunk in, a shivery thrill ran through me, and I nearly came there and then in my pants. I went to a snack bar for a meal, and returned to the hotel bar to see if I could observe what Sharon was doing. It turned out that from a table in the bar, I could see into the function room where they were having their reception. Every now and then, I could see Sharon flirting with male delegates. Shortly before 11, she emerged in the company of three men, one about my age carrying a bottle of whisky, and the other two in their early to mid-thirties, and moved towards the elevators. I left the bar, and reached the elevator at the same time as they did. Sharon did not look at me. She wore a relatively (for her) modest outfit, but gave the impression of being rather tipsy (although I suspected that this was an act). She hung on to the arms of the two younger men in such a way that her boobs pressed firmly against them. As the elevator lurched she swayed forward towards the older man and kissed him. At our floor, I got out ahead of them, but stooped to tie a shoe lace so that they could move on ahead to Sharon's room. As soon as they were in the door, I hurried to my room. Leaving only one bedside lamp burning, I quickly opened my side of the interleading door. Sharon was already slumped on the sofa opposite me, sitting in between the two younger men. One had his arm round her fondling a breast and fiddling with the buttons on her blouse; the other had his hand just above her knee. The older guy was opening the whisky, which he was pouring into plastic tumblers. I realized that if I listened carefully I could hear a lot of their conversation. Sharon was saying that she had already drunk too much, and shouldn't have any more, but the others urged her on. She started to drink the whisky, but then coughed and spilt it all down the front of her blouse. She giggled drunkenly, and told the men not to look, as she stripped off the blouse to reveal the lacy camisole which hid very little of her breasts. The guy who had been fondling a breast slipped a hand underneath the flimsy garment, and lifted it up to reveal much of the one tit. She tried rather ineffectually to slap his hand away which caused some laughter. The guy on the other side then slipped his hand in on the other side. For the next few minutes, she wrestled with the two of them, giving flashes of first one tit and then the other, until suddenly one of them managed to pull the whole thing off. Sharon made as if to get away from them, covering her boobs with her hands, but had not noticed that someone had unfastened her skirt, so that as she got up from the chair, her skirt dropped to the ground, leaving her in G-string panties and high-heeled sandals. "It's no good fighting it, darling", I heard one of the guys saying as they pulled her back down on to the sofa with her legs wide open. The two younger guys knelt on either side of her, each massaging a tit, and took turns in kissing her. I could hear her starting to moan, so I don't think three men had any further doubts about her willingness to fuck them. The older man knelt on the ground in front of her, removed her panties, and pushed her legs wide open as he buried his head deep in her snatch. Sharon's moans rose in volume and it was not long before she was orgasming, and thrusting her crotch hard against the mouth between her legs. Suddenly, she pushed off the seat, turned round, and knelt on the floor leaning on the chair on which she had been sitting, with her butt in the air and her cunt gaping obscenely open. I heard her clearly tell the older man now behind her: "Don't waste any more time ... I need a cock up my pussy NOW!". He didn't waste time in getting stripped for action. He seemed also to find a condom in his pocket, but Sharon almost screamed: "Fuck that, just get that cock in me fast!". Up to that point, I had forgotten about her possibly fertile state, but as the guy behind her rammed his swollen member into her eager cunt, I realized that Sharon was definitely intending to gamble to the maximum. These guys were all going to cream into her unprotected womb, and at the angle she was offering herself to them, they would be getting maximum penetration. As this realization dawned on me, my cock and balls seemed to swell further and were aching for relief. By this time I was jacking off in time with the action on the other side of the one-way glass. The other two men were not slow in stripping naked, and sat back on either side of Sharon's kneeling form, as their friend started pumping with an ever-increasing tempo. She started playing with both stiff cocks, alternately licking the underside of first one and then the other. By now, the groans and moans of all four were so loud that I'm sure people in the corridor would be able to hear them. It was not long before the first guy started crying out: "Jesus, I can't last much longer, I'm going to c-u-u-u-m", and I saw his buttocks tighten as he evidently pumped a full load of his seed deep into Sharon's womb. As his softening prick eventually slipped out of Sharon's juicy hole, one of the younger two men took his place, and rammed his engorged prick into her cunt, and started thrusting energetically against her. By the way Sharon was thrashing about, it was clear that she was enjoying climax after climax. She later told me that the thought of having sperm from different men competing to fertilize her egg contributed to the heights of passion she achieved. The second guy had enormous control, taking 8 or 10 minutes before he shot his load into Sharon. By this time, the third man was evidently getting very impatient, and as soon as the second was through, he took his place so quickly that I'm not sure that Sharon even noticed the change in cock filling her cunt. When the third guy eventually also climaxed into her now saturated womb, Sharon got up and moved to the bed, where she flopped down on her back, with legs wide open, showing strands of semen leaking out down her legs. She wiped some off the worst off on her hands, which she casually raised to her mouth to lick clean. The older guy then looked at his watch and seemed suddenly agitated. He said something to the others, hastily dressed, and left the room (needing, I later found out from Sharon, to phone his wife). The other two lay down on the bed on either side of Sharon, lazily running their hands up and down her body. It was not long before two cocks were again showing signs of life. Sharon swung her legs over the one guy, and sat astride him, using her hand to guide his cock into her cunt. Soon she was riding him with enthusiasm, bouncing up and down with load shrieks. The other man moved behind her, and began rubbing his cock between her buttocks. As she opened her legs wider, he pressed against her anal opening, and amazingly managed to get the head into her anus with little effort. He then gradually penetrated ever deeper, until both cocks were buried to the hilt. Sharon went wild, thrashing around and screaming now, as all three climaxed together. They fell apart as the passion subsided, and all three stretched out on the bed. Soon afterwards, they turned out the light. I thus closed the door on my side, jacked my self off, and also went to bed. I fell fast asleep and woke at 9.00am. I checked on Sharon's room, but it was now empty (although she told me later that both guys had fucked her twice more before returning to their rooms). I spent a lazy morning and early afternoon, having a few drinks and snacks around the pool. Around 3.00pm, many of the convention delegates drifted into the pool area. At first I didn't see Sharon, but just as I was thinking I should go up to the room to check, she appeared ... in a minuscule red bikini which I had not seen before. For the next hour or more, I watched a number of men buzzing round her, like bees round the honeypot. They fed her drinks. The more adventurous offered to rub sun-lotion on (especially when she lay with her top undone), and copped feels of her breasts and pussy lips. When, eventually, she went to dress for their banquet, I returned to my room, and watched through the one-way glass. She was on her own, but made no attempt to open the door on her side. Her outfit was stunning: the top of the gown was in halterneck style, with a split down the front all the way to her navel; the dress was long, but with a split up the one side reaching to upper thigh. After she left, I had a nap for a couple of hours, before going to get a light meal. I was back in the room by shortly after 10pm. I left only the bedside lamp on, pulled an easy chair close to the open interleading door, stripped, and sat waiting for the party to begin. And party it was! At around 11.15, a group of 8 men and 4 women entered Sharon's room. The women were all ravishingly attractive. Besides Sharon, there was another woman in her middle to later thirties, dark-skinned in a Latin-American way, wearing an off-the- shoulder outfit which hardly seemed able to contain what must have been 40D tits. The other two women were somewhat younger (25-28, or thereabouts); both had a slightly virginal air, but were stunningly beautiful, one a blonde while the other had a spectacular mop of the reddest hair I had ever seen. The group had brought in a considerable amount of booze, and the party was soon in full swing. I could not make out details of the conversation, but there seemed to be a lot of sexual innuendo, in which Sharon and the Latin-American woman (who seemed to be addressed as Julia) participated. I noticed that the two younger women were looking a little embarrassed, and were constantly blushing. I then clearly heard a suggestion that the men would participate in a competition to see who could best guess the women's bra-sizes. It seemed that each would write down a bra and cup size for each woman, and that there would be penalties for how far they were out on each. There were some comments which I missed, followed by raucous laughing. Two of the men started feeling Sharon's and Julia's tits, massaging and pinching them. Two other guys moved towards the younger women, who looked quite scared and frozen. When one of them started feeling up the blonde, however, she shrieked out "NO-O-O", rushed to the door of the room and let herself out, to gales of laughter from the men, and from Sharon and Julia. The redhead looked almost as if she would follow suit, but nervously allowed one of the men to put his hands on her tits, while blushing furiously. I kept my eye on her, as each of the eight men eventually had their feel, and it was clear that while she remained a little scared of what she was letting herself into, she was also becoming turned on by constant stimulation of her breasts, and her nipples started to show prominently through her thin top. The three women checked the guesses of the men, after which Sharon said clearly: "We have a loser! Mike, you have a forfeit to pay". The women whispered together a few more moments, and then with grins on their faces, indicated to Mike that he should strip totally naked. Once he was fully stripped, Sharon handed him an ice-bucket, and he clearly was being told that he'd have to go the ice machine close to the elevators, and to bring back a full bucket of ice. He carefully opened the room door, and looked carefully up and down the corridor before setting out. The others locked the door behind him, and when he returned a knocked, they took their time in admitting him again. (I subsequently heard that two people had come past while he was trying to get in.) Once the loser was back, one of the other guys asked: "But what's the prize for the winner?". "How about this?", responded Sharon, as she undid the clasp holding her halterneck, exposing her tits. She quickly unzipped the back, and stepped out of her dress, leaving her in only her G-string panties and high-heels. The panties soon followed, and she dropped on to the nearest bed, still wearing her heels, and spread her legs enticingly wide open. "Can you see anything you'd like?", she asked the winner. He did! He was stripped in nothing flat, and without any foreplay joined her on the bed and stuffed his rampant cock straight into her waiting pussy (still unprotected, I realized again). They rutted against each other like two animals in heat, totally unconcerned about the audience, and were soon screaming in ecstacy. I heard Julia say: "Bloody hell, why should she have all the fun", and it was not long before she was stripped and on her back on the other bed, with a cock up her cunt, and with her huge tits wobbling erotically. The rest of the men were not slow in getting rid of their clothes, and lined up to take their turn in whichever hole, Julia's or Sharon's, became available. It was not long before both women had four loads of sperm each into their willing wombs. While this orgiastic rutting was going on, and while I was jacking myself off, I kept half an eye on the red-head. She was obviously having conflicting emotions. She kept herself well out of the way, near to the door for easy escape. She was at once horrified and fascinated by the scene before her. Her mind was telling her to get out, like the blonde; but she was also getting turned on by it all, and I could see her hand rubbing her crotch through the thin material of the pant-suit which she was wearing. As the last pair of guys rolled off of Sharon and Julia, who still lay on the beds catching their breaths, they seemed to catch sight of the redhead in the corner. Sharon and Julia reacted almost simultaneously: "Marion!!!" [so that was her name!] said Julia, followed by Sharon's: "You can't just stand there, we're going to need help with these guys!". If Marion was to get out, this was her last chance, but she didn't take it. Two of the guys grabbed her, and brought her back to the middle of the room, struggling futilely and not very convincingly. "I've got a great idea", I heard Sharon say. "Just hold her there until I get back". With that, she dashed out of the room, entirely unconcerned about her nude state and the trickles of cum running down her leg. She was soon back, carrying one of the coveralls which are worn by the chamber maids. "I thought I saw these in the store room near the stairs", she added. Sharon stood right at the interleading door, making sure I now heard every word. "OK, Marion ... let's see how game you are. Let's get all your clothes off, and get you into the coveralls". Willing hands helped, and she was soon totally stripped, although with everyone around her, I couldn't quite see as much as I wished. The coveralls were a little tight and short for her. A few buttons on top were left undone to show the swells of her bosoms quite clearly. A couple more loose buttons at the bottom left a lot of inner thigh exposed. "Your dare is now this", continued Sharon. "The guy in the next room to me is a lonely traveling salesman. He's tried to pick me up a few times. Go to his room now and knock. When he answers, tell him you've come to turn down the covers on the bed. When you're finished doing that, ask if he needs any other services tonight". So Sharon was setting me up with a little prize of my own! I could see that Marion was both scared and excited. As they pushed her towards the door, I quickly closed the interleading door, pulled on a bathrobe, and threw myself on to the bed. Seconds later, there was a gentle knocking on my door. I padded across to the door, and asked "Who is it?". "Room service, sir" came the reply. I opened the door a crack, and asked "Isn't this late? ... I was in bed". "Sorry, sir", she said apologetically, "but I still need to turn back the covers". I let her in. From close up, she was even more alluring than through the mirror. The swells of her breasts and her upper legs peeping through the opened buttons were fascinatingly freckled, and I could feel my cock swelling to new heights. As bent over the bed, I could see most of her thighs, and when I moved round in front of her, I could see right down her cleavage. I also noticed at this point that she was wearing a wedding ring, which increased my excitement level. When she stood up, another button seemed to have popped. "Is there anything else, sir?" she asked hoarsely. "What do you have in mind? ... You could hang up my bathrobe, if that's part of the service", I ventured. She came to me rather nervously, and undid the sash at my waist. The robe fell open to reveal my raging erection. She slid the robe off of my shoulders, and placed it on the hanger in the open cupboard, leaving me totally naked. I grabbed her arm, and pulled her towards me, kissing her fiercely on the lips. She responded just as enthusiastically. I slipped my had inside the open buttons of the coveralls, and fondled her breast. She moaned against my mouth, especially when I tweaked a nipple. I then grasped the garment firmly just above the first fastened button, and yanked downwards. The remaining buttons gave way, and I was able to push the coveralls off of her shoulders, so that she was also totally naked. "Help, I'm being raped", whispered Marion hoarsely, "Please don't hurt me". With that, she fell backwards on to the bed with her legs wide open, revealing a large thick bush of bright red hair. I dropped down on to her, and started sucking at the pale pink nipples pointing up sharply from her very white breasts with the faint freckling on their upper swells. I let my tongue move slowly down her body, pausing to lick around her navel before continuing down into that forest of red hair between her legs. Using my fingers to prise her pussy lips open, I found her engorged clit and began sucking on it. She used her hands to push my head harder into her crotch, while at the same time pushing her hips forward. After a few minutes, I raised myself and crawled across her, rubbing my cock along her body.. As I moved past her tits, she moaned breathlessly: "Please don't push your cock into my mouth, I couldn't stand it, you vile rapist". So I took the hint, put my knees on her upper arms, and thrust my hips forward to push the head of my prick between her lips. As they opened, I started fucking her face. I felt her throat muscles working to swallow the tip of my penis, while her lips worked on the base of my shaft. I could feel my self building to a climax, but I was not planning to waste my seed in there. So I pulled out, and moved back down her body, to position my organ against her cunt lips. "No-o-o-o", she moaned, "please don't rape me in my pussy ... I don't want a stranger to make me pregnant". Now, I don't know whether she was really unprotected, or whether this was just a fantasy, but it drove me wild. I buried my shaft deep into her in a single thrust. Almost immediately we were rutting against each other as if the world was going to end. Before long, I could sense the orgasms racking her, as she cried out: "Yes ... take me you filthy rapist ... fuck me hard .... keep fu-u-u-u-cking .... O-o-o-o-o ... A-a-a--a-a-h ... God yes plant your seed deep in my womb, I'm helpless .....". I held back as long as I could, and fortunately, I had jacked off about 30 minutes earlier (or I would have shot my load in seconds), but it still didn't take too long before my balls started pumping loads of semen into the redhead, who was by now bucking like a wild thing beneath me. We lay for a short while exhausted. Then, without a word, she slipped out from under me, picked up the coveralls from the floor, and making no attempt to put it on, walked out of my room into the corridor. I dashed across to the interleading door, and got it open just in time to see one of the guys in Sharon's room opening the door to admit a still totally naked Marion. My eyes quickly took in the scene in Sharon's room. Julia was astride one of the men sitting on the sofa, while playing with the cocks of two more guys sitting on either side. Sharon was on her knees the one bed, being taken doggy style from behind as she sucked on another cock. Apart from the guy who had gone to let Marion back in, the other men were rubbing their cocks, obviously waiting their turns. As Marion entered, they all looked towards her. She threw her arms out wide in a dramatic gesture, and I heard her say quite clearly: "I've done it! I've joined the convention sluts society! I've fucked a total stranger ... the only man apart from my husband that I've ever screwed ... but now I'm hooked guys, you're going to have to satisfy me as well as these other two sluts". They all cheered as she pulled the guy who had opened the door for her down on to the nearest bed, and began sucking his penis until it quickly became hard enough for her to sit astride him and get his shaft up into her pussy, and began energetically riding him. From that point on, it became a total orgy in the other room. The three women serviced one man after another, taking them up all their available orifices. Eventually, however, the booze and sexual exertions began to tell, and one by one they collapsed. Marion and Julia took five of the men with them, obviously to sleep in other rooms. Sharon fell asleep between two of the remaining men, while the third lay down on the other bed and turned out the lights. I closed the door, and dropped into bed myself, jacking myself off one last time. I was awoken the next morning by sounds of muffled voices coming from the next room. I opened the interleading door again, to look through the one-way glass. Sharon was on her back on the nearer bed, still totally naked. Her wrists were tied together above her head, and fastened to the top of the brass bedstead by some sort of cord. A pair of pantyhose was hooked under each of her knees, and were attached by similar cords to the posts at either end of the bedstead, drawing her legs wide apart and upwards. (She subsequently told me that she had woken up to find herself being tied into this position by the three guys, but too late to do anything about it.) As I took in the scene, one of the three guys was positioning himself between her outstretched legs, and started fucking her in her helpless position, as his two naked friends looked on while stroking their erections. He thrust deeply into Sharon's widely stretched pussy, and started humping furiously into her, to the vocal encouragement of his friends . "You fucking bastards", Sharon cried out, "let me loose". But it wasn't long before she (in spite of, or perhaps even because of, her degraded position) had a first orgasm. "Oh, God, no ... I'm cumming", she shrieked, "Ye-e-e-s, keep fucking, o-o-o-ow ee- ee-ee-ee-ee". She came twice more, before the guy fucking her climaxed, filling her (still possibly fertile) womb with his seed. As soon as he was through and pulled out, the next guy took his place and continued the thrusting into Sharon's pussy. She orgasmed a couple more time before he came, and yet again as the third man took his place. Once all three had had their way with Sharon, they calmly started collecting their clothing together, and made preparations to go, leaving Sharon spreadeagled with her gaping cunt leaking semen. "Hey, you can't leave me like this", shouted Sharon. One of the three guys, whom I recognized as the one who had been the "loser" on the previous evening, grinned at her, and picked up the phone. I strained my ears to hear him saying: "Hello maintenance .... there's a problem with a blocked drain in room 421 ... can you send someone up immediately ... thanks, bye". With that all three left, leaving Sharon struggling with her bonds. About 5 minutes later, I heard knocking at her door .... and when Sharon made no immediate answer, the door was opened and two maintenance men came in, stopping short with their mouths open when they saw Sharon. "Don't just stand there gaping, get me out of this!" Sharon yelled at them angrily. One of the men pulled out a knife and quickly cut her loose. But both of them had a good look at her charms in the process. Sharon sat up, rubbing her wrists and legs, but making no effort to cover herself. In spite of the angry pose she presented, I think she was turned on by being exposed to these men. But she growled at them: "OK, now get out", which they did, but without too much enthusiasm. As the door closed, though, she fell back giggling. She quickly bounced up, fetched the key to the interleading door, and opened it. "You perverted bastard", she said, "you enjoyed watching me tied up and being raped, didn't you? You owe me something for that." But she took me into her arms, and we kissed passionately. "Come on", she went on, "we might as well give your wrigglies some chance in competition with the other loads in my womb", and pulled me down on to the bed. As I entered her, I realized what they mean by 'sloppy seconds'. She was so juicy that I had to work hard to even feel enough friction on my shaft, but it was nevertheless a highly satisfying fuck. I returned to my room, and we closed the doors. As agreed, we checked out separately, and returned home in our own cars. We still had a few hours before the girls returned from their grandparents. During this time we lay on our bed and reminisced over the events of the weekend. As I thought again of Sharon fucking one man after the other in her unprotected state, I became aroused all over again, with the result that we made love three or four more times before the girls got back. Well, no ... Sharon did not get pregnant, so she obviously had not properly ovulated. She went back on the pill the next month, but the thrills of her gamble that weekend continued to arouse us for many months.