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.