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 Peggy Goes Downtown

   Story Codes - MMMF/MF,exhib,cuckold,voy,nc,fist,anal

   I turned my signal light on and took my foot off the gas as my 1968
Firebird 400 convertible coasted down the off ramp.  I was almost there.

   I turned right, and followed the same route I'd followed many times
before, to Peggy's place.

   There she was, waiting for me as I pulled into the driveway.  She walked
down the sidewalk, with that beautiful sway to her body, that just exuded
confidence.  She looked absolutely stunning.  Her flowered, print, silk
dress slipped across her body with every step she took.  Her bare arms, her
beautiful breasts, her rounded hips, and her beautiful smile, that I fell
in love with when I first saw her, made her a gorgeous, young woman.  And,
she knew it.

   She flashed her radiant smile as she reached for the door handle.  She
slipped into her seat, the hem of her dress sliding up, revealed perfect
thighs.  She leaned over, a welcoming kiss, and we were off.

   Maybe I was just a country hick, or didn't get out much, but Peggy, to
me, was the most ravishing woman in the world.  I knew what lay beneath her
silk dress.  Hard nipples sitting on top of two perfect 34C breasts.  A
flat stomach on which I had showered a thousand kisses.  Then there were
her panties, that small piece of fabric that covered a woman's most prized
possession.  She looked so good, she tasted so good, she smelled so good
that I knew our day was off to a good start.

   I reversed out onto the street and 365 horses quickly took us on our
way. Although the air was a bit cool, the temperature was sure to warm up.
The top was down, and her brown hair blew in the wind.  She reached over
and placed her hand on my leg, and smiled.

   I slowed as I turned onto Route 20, which led into Montreal.

   As we sped down the highway, I glanced down at the gas gauge.  There was
just a bit less than a quarter of a tank remaining.  We needed to stop for
gas!

   As I pulled into the ESSO station, two attendants came rushing out.  We
often stopped there, so they knew us, they knew Peggy.  They jostled one
another to see which one would clean the windshield, as the other would
have to pump the gas.  The window washer knew the drill well.  He knew that
if he came around the car at just the right angle, that if he leaned over
just the right way, and that if he looked down at just the right time, he
would be well rewarded for all his efforts.  Peggy, it must be told, was no
innocent bystander in this game.  She was well aware of the games men
played.  She knew that their eyes were on her.  Looking for that bulge of
her top, that gap that would allow a glimpse of a nipple or two.  Her
sleeveless dress allowed ample space for an observant gas jockey to see her
perky mounds.  Her hard, rippled, brown nipples sitting on top of slightly
raised areolas, were reward enough in themselves.  To imagine sucking on
them, nibbling on them with one's teeth, twisting them hard with your
fingers would make both gas jockeys happy tonight.  She had even been known
to leave a button undone, to lean forward, to twist just so, that even a
blind man could see her womanly charms.  She was such a little slut.

   Once on the highway again, we settled in for the ride into Montreal. 
The rising sun began to warm the air.  Peggy looked at me, and I knew what
she was about to do.  Her hand went first to the top button on her dress,
and undid it.  A sly, sideways glance and her fingers drifted down to undo
a second button.  There were only three buttons on her dress so you can
imagine that at times, there would be little left to one's imagination.

   Then there was the wind!  It caught the fabric of her dress and blew it
every which way.  Puffed out, shoved here, pushed there, the constant touch
of the fabric made her nipples, hard!

   The traffic began to slow.  We'd stop, move a few car lengths, and stop
again.  The wind was now but a breeze.  It was starting to get hot.

   Then there was a rumbling mass to my right.  A big rig was pulling up
beside me.  It idled along with us.  I'd stop, he'd stop.  I looked over at
Peggy and realized that she was not paying attention to the road ahead, but
was looking in the direction of the big truck, and specifically at the
trucker within.

   She put her hand up to the edge of the windshield, he slowed.  A puff of
wind caused the fabric to puff outwards, he pulled up closer.  Peggy
reached up pretending to adjust the material, but instead, slipped her
fingers along the opening.  Soon, they moved over her exposed flesh.  She
glanced up at the trucker and then down at her chest.  She knew what she
was doing.  Her hand slid in further, up and over her protruding mound. 
She reached for her nipple and gently rolled it between her thumb and
forefinger.  She slid down a bit in her seat and continued to pinch, and
squeeze, and tease herself.  Her other hand moved slowly up her inner
thigh, as her legs spread.  She moaned softly.

   The trucker had by now allowed his rig to drift dangerously close to my
car.  He didn't care, and Peggy didn't care.  Her fingers of her left hand
were now hard at work beneath her dress, beneath her panties.  We pulled up
to the intersection and stopped, waiting for the light to change.  Peggy
moved her now wet hand up to move the hem of her dress out of the way. 
With a tug of her panties her glistening pussy was there for him to see. 
The wet, slick, brunette curls of her womanhood allowed the pinkness of her
lips to show through.

   I looked briefly at the driver and saw his hand pounding up and down on
his cock.  Without warning he exploded, streams of cum shot from his cock.
Peggy laughed.  Another fountain of thick cream shot upwards, intended, I'm
sure to have been deposited deep insider her, coating her, pooling deep
inside her vagina.  The light turned green, and we were gone.

   The rumbling of the engine echoed off the canyon of buildings.  We
turned once again and slowly went down the ramp into the underground
parking garage beneath Place Ville Marie.  We were finally there.

   I drove around and around, stopping at a parking spot far away from the
other vehicles.  There was a method to my madness.

   I had been, up until now, a passive observer of what had happened. 
First at the gas station, and then with the trucker.  I had pretended not
to notice, not to care, what she was doing.

   Once parked, and with the car turned off, I reached over and pulled her
closer.  Again, that smile and a shifting of her hips as my hand touched
hers.  I leaned over and kissed her.  First it was just lips on lips, but
not for long.  Soon our lips were pressed hard together and our tongues
began to explore.  My hand move up along her arm, and then across her
chest. I touched bare flesh.  I then moved further down and over and up
until her breast was in my hand.  I pulled on her nipple.  I twisted it.  I
scraped it roughly with my fingernail.  I squeezed her hard, again!

   "Mummmmm", was all she could say!

   I shoved my hand downward.  A button popped.  Peggy pulled in her belly
as my hand slid further, then dove beneath the waistband of her panties. 
Her legs spread, and I was there!

   What a wonderful place it was.  Her pubic hair was slicked to her body.
She was soaking wet.  My fingers slid up and down her crack.  Up to her
clit, and then down and in, to her hole.

   She wiggled and adjusted her body.  She leaned over and rubbed her hand
over the bulge in my pants.  She reached for the zipper and pulled.  My
throbbing cock pushed up as the zipper came down.  Her fingers reached for
me and squeezed me hard.  I tried not to be distracted from what I was
doing to her, but God, it felt so good!

   She found the opening to my shorts and reached in.  She hooked her
fingers around and pulled me out.

   She leaned over further and moved her face closer to my crotch.  No, not
this time!  I pulled her panties down and off her body.

   I had been sucked be her many times before.  I had blown my load in her
mouth, and often down her throat, but not this time.  I opened my door.  Up
until now, the day had all been about her.  Now it was my turn.

   I didn't look to see who was around.  I didn't care.  This wasn't going
to take long anyway.  I reached over and grabbed for her, pulling her
across the console.  I pulled her legs towards me.  I pushed her back so
that she was now lying on her back.  I undid my belt and shoved my slacks
down.  Next, my boxers were pushed below me knees.  I grabbed for her
ankles but I didn't need to give her any directions.  Her right foot was
already braced against the steering wheel, the other against the frame of
the car.  She was open for business.

   I moved towards her.  She wiggled her ass, to better position herself. I
touched her.  The head of my cock moved up and down between her lips, being
covered with her pussy lube.  I put my cock at the mouth of her dark
opening and shoved.  I glided, effortlessly into her, until I pressed up
against her cervix.  I pulled back, almost out, but then drove, full force,
back in.  She gasped.

   I wasn't trying to hurt her, but it was my turn and I intended to get
what I needed.  With each thrust, I kept pounding into her pussy.  He body
rocked.  The flesh of her hips rippled each time my body slapped against
hers.  Soon, we moved in unison.  I pushed as she shoved.  Her breasts
rolled ever so slightly as I fucked her.  Before much longer my thrusts
became faster as my strokes shortened.  I knew from the feeling deep in my
balls that I wasn't going to last much longer.  I leaned into her more.  My
cock sank deeper into her, as far as it could go.  Then I came!

   From deep inside me, wave after wave of my cum rushed up and inside her.
Squirting out, gushing into her, coating her time and time again.  I kept
pounding away until there was no need to pound any more.  I collapsed on
top of her, my cock still lodged deep inside her cunt.  Her chest heaving,
her breathing loudly in my ear.  Peggy had been bred, and I felt great!

   We were running late.  Our plans for the day included a lunch at one of
the best French Restaurants in all of Montreal, to be followed by a matinee
movie.  We needed to get a move on.  Peggy straightened her clothing, did
up her buttons, and put on her sandals.  We locked the car doors, and
taking her hand, we headed for the nearest subway access point.

   Before long we were boarding the subway and looking forward to a twenty
minute ride, a five minute walk, and finally lunch.

   Due to the fact that it was a beautiful day, the subway was
exceptionally busy.  As a result, Peggy and I were forced to stand, as
there were no seats available.  No problem, as I held on to her hand and we
steadied ourselves further by holding onto the upper handrail of the subway
car.

   At the next station, the doors opened and a large group of male
university students shoved their way into the car.  Now it was really
crowded.  It was so crowed that Peggy was totally surrounded by these
students, sometimes two or three deep.  I glanced over at her as the train
lurched forward.  We were all jostled about as the train sped on.

   Suddenly, Peggy squeezes my hand.  I squeeze hers back.  The crowd of
students laughed.  Peggy hand is jerked away from me, I reach and hold her
tight.  The crowd seems to be moving into a tighter circle around Peggy.  I
look to see what is going on.  A hand moves from somewhere and cups her
breast.  There's more laughter.  Peggy squeezes my hand but this time
harder.  I look again and see that it appears that hands are inside the
front of her dress.  I see her rise up as if on her tiptoes.  One of the
guys directly behind her seems to be working feverishly trying to do
something, something to Peggy.  Peggy seems now to be going into one of her
"states" when pleasure overtakes her.  She sways along with the train and
the movement of the hoard surrounding her.  The guy behind her slowly
disappears from view.  Again Peggy appears to rise up as if trying to get
away from what is being done to her.  A minute later a huge roar of
laughter comes from the university students.  Peggy has let go of the
handrail.

   Fun is fun, but we need to get out of here - fast.  At the next
opportunity we'll make a run for it.  Peggy was still holding my hands and
as the train slowed, I gave it a squeeze and tugged her towards me.  It was
my signal to get ready.

   As the doors slid open, I pulled with all my might.  Peggy emerged from
the swarm of men and I ran, pulling her behind me.  We were free, but is
was now obvious that Peggy's time on the train was more of an ordeal than I
ever imagined.  Her dress was unbuttoned to her navel.  Her tits were red
and sore looking.  Her nipples were hard and swollen.  Her pink panties
were hooked around one foot.  She'd been messed up pretty good.

   We stopped to allow her to pull up her panties and to do up her dress.
She was blushing.  Then came the smile, and I knew all would be well.

   Our lunch was absolutely wonderful.  We shared a bottle of wine and
chatted about Peggy's misadventure on the subway.  It seems that the guys
went at her pretty good, right from the start.  She said that she had hands
all over her almost before the doors had even closed.  The guy behind her
it seems was fucking her ass with his thumb.  She admitted that they were
pretty rough but that thankfully the trip had been relatively short.  She
also recounted that the largest laugh occurred when the guy, drilling her
from behind with his thumb wanted to get lubed up by shoving his thumb in
her pussy.  He slammed his thumb into her cunnie, and out I gushed,
covering his hand with a load of my cum.  We had to admit, it was pretty
funny!

   As it was a beautiful day out we decided to take a leisurely walk to the
theatre.  We were looking forward to the movie as it was one of those
European art films that showed some tits and ass, which in those days was
pretty exciting.

   The theatre was quite dark as we entered.  As our eyes adjusted to the
darkness, we could see that there weren't all that many people in the
theatre, so we made our way to the back row.

   Peggy moved into the centre of the row and I followed.  Soon the theatre
lights went down as the show was about to begin.  The movie was somewhat
interesting, about a woman and her girlfriend who were travelling across
Europe looking for her lost boyfriend.  Along the way they met several new
boyfriends which was pretty predictable and rather amusing.  The one
redeeming grace of the movie was that the women had huge, natural breasts
and they went down on their backs without much coaxing.

   The movie was ok, but soon I began to lose interest and began to focus
on Peggy.  She pretended to watch the movie, but I knew she really wasn't.
I placed my hand on her bare knee and gave a gentle squeeze.  With no
negative response from Peggy, I began to move my hand upward in a light
circular motion.  She glanced briefly at me and smiled.

   I continued my upward journey but then she reached down and moved my
hand away.  What was that all about?

   Ok, I`ll bide my time.

   Soon the opportunity arose.  On the screen, the two women had been
captured by a bunch of labourers who were about to rape the older of the
two women.  Now, Peggy seemed totally absorbed in the movie, so I tried
again.

   My hand slid once again under her dress.  As I moved higher I sensed a
slight dampness.  I began to massage her inner thigh, gently.  My hand was
moving still further higher, when it happened!  Peggy spread her legs
apart. There was no holding back now, I could slide in to home plate with
ease.

   Within a minute my fingers were tracing along the outline of her soaking
slit.  She was sopping wet again.  I tugged and her panties as my fingers
slipped underneath.  As my fingers brushed over her clit, a soft moan
escaped from her beautiful mouth.

   She slid down in her seat a bit, shoving her pussy towards me.  I took
full advantage of her new found position and began to work on her gorgeous
cunt with abandon.  Peggy moaned softly.

   Then I noticed that a figure in front of us, and a bit to Peggy's right,
appeared to be watching us.  I went back to working on Peggy but did not
realize that the hem of her dress was ridding higher and higher by the
minute.  The light reflecting off of the screen provided enough light so
that the stranger could see everything that was going on.

   I could smell her woman's scent, she was getting so hot.

   The stranger had moved.  Now longer was he two rows ahead of us.  He was
in the row just in front of us, and directly in front of Peggy.  Without
warning he reached out and touched Peggy.  She did not respond.  His hand
rubbed across her dress and went straight to her breast and cupped it, and
squeezed.  She moaned.  He then searched, and found, her hardening nipple
ans rolled it between his thumb and forefinger.  She moaned a bit louder.
He then pinched it hard as a gasp of air rushed from her body.

   Another hard squeeze and his hand slid slowly downward.  Peggy reached
over slowly grasping my hand and moved it away.  I was surprised, but if
that was what she wanted, I'd go along with it.

   Once he contacted her bare flesh he reversed direction.  He quickly
moved upward until he poked his fingers into the wet swamp of her
womanhood. Peggy's legs were spread wide now.  Her new friend had full
access to the most intimate parts of her body, and he was wasting no time.
With one violent pull her panties were down to her ankles.

   To get better access to her, he climbed over the seat and knelt in front
of her on the floor.  His hand moved up under her dress past his elbow. 
Whatever he was doing was causing Peggy some discomfort.  She tried to move
his hand away but with little success.  She wiggled her ass so as to be
more comfortable.  The guy kept going at her.

   Whatever it was that he was doing to her, he was having some difficulty.
But he kept at it.  He stopped, and removed his hand from beneath her
dress. He positioned her one foot on the row of seats in front of us, and
the other on the armrest of the seat next to her.  He then pulled her down
so that she was even closer to him.  Then the hand disappeared once again.

   From Peggy's facial expression I could tell that she was caught between
feelings of lust and pain.  More lust than pain, but there were times when
he was hurting her.

   I moved to ask him to stop.  Peggy reached over and grabbed my arm,
shaking her head asking me to not intervene.  I sat back down, and watched.

   The guy's arm seemed to strain as he pushed up against her.  He seemed
to be twisting into her.

   His hand appeared and a large gob of spit was smeared along the back of
it, up past his wrist.

   Again it disappeared and continued it journey to parts unknown.  Peggy
was holding onto the armrests with all her might.  As he shoved towards
her, she bore down in response.  He kept a constant pressure on her.  Peggy
wiggled her bottom.

   Then, without warning his arm moved forward.  A long, low moans came
from Peggy.  Both were still.  He continued to press into her.

   Next his face moved down to her crotch and his tongue began to work its
magic on her swollen clit.  His arm began to move rhythmically back and
forth.  With each inward thrust, Peggy's breathing seemed to quicken. 
Soon, his arm was pumping as fast as it could.

   As the fabric of her dress moved a bit I was able to see what was really
happening to Peg.  His hand was buried in her, well past his wrist.  Peggy
was being fisted, for the first time in her life.

   The action increased.  His tongue lapping across her clitoris was
driving her wild.  The plunging fist ramming in and out of her was only
magnifying her lust.  She was loving it!

   But, like all good things, they have to come to an end.  The end came
with a thunderous orgasm.  Peggy's pussy clamped so hard on the guy's hand
that it made a loud farting sound.  Her moans of pleasure were heard
throughout the theatre, but no one seemed to care.

   Both remained still for quite some time.  I could hear Peggy's heavy
panting.  The man rested his head on his embedded arm and breathed in her
scent.

   After several minutes, he began to stir.  With a persistent pulling of
his arm he was able to dislodge himself from Peggy's hot box.  He kissed
her on her knee.  As he rose, Peggy reached down and pulled up her panties.

   I thought he was about to leave, but instead, he reached out his hand to
Peggy.  What the fuck was this guy doing now?

   Peggy glanced at me with a questioning look.  I didn't know the answer,
so I just shrugged.  Peggy, possibly thinking I was somehow saying that she
could do as she pleased, grasped hold of his hand.  Without any hesitation,
she got up and followed him.

   What was I supposed to do now, that my girlfriend had left the theatre,
with another man?

   So, I decided to stay and watch the remainder of the movie.  If Peggy
had really wanted me to come along with her, she'd have asked me, but she
didn't.  She's a big girl, I'd catch up with her later.

   As the movie was ending I realized that forty-five minutes had passed,
yet Peggy had not returned.  How long does it take to purchase a bag of
popcorn and a drink?  Or worse still, how long would it take to exchange
phone numbers.  I'd better go see where she was, and what she was up to.

   I got down to the lobby, but no Peggy.  I looked down the halls leading
to other theatres, but she was nowhere to be seen.  Where was she?

   It didn't really matter, as I needed to go for a leak - like really bad.
As I open the door to the men's washroom I could not believe what was
before my eyes.  The room was packed with men.  Men not doing what men
sometimes do in public washrooms, or what they should be doing in the
washroom, but these men who were intent on watching something going on in
front of them.

   I barged my way up closer so I'd have a better view.

   A cubicle seemed to be the centre of their attention.  I could hear the
muffled moans of someone having sex.  The slapping of flesh as one was
pounding into the other.  But, just who were these lovers?

   From my vantage point my view was pretty much obstructed.  I would get
glimpses of flesh through the crack of the door.  I could see what appeared
to be a man's trousers crumpled in a heap at his feet.  A pair of delicate
hands clasp the top of the stall.  Somebody, was getting fucked, good!

   The pace began to quicken.  I could see the bare ass cheeks of someone
appear and then disappear.  By calculating the appearance and disappearance
of the person's ass he was wielding a very large member.  I chuckled to
myself.

   Then, my heart turned ice cold.  I noticed the ring on the person's
finger clutching the stall wall.  It was the engagement ring I had given
Peggy.  Peggy was in there.  Peggy was the one having this monster cock
slammed in and out of her.

   Then there was quiet.  They were finished, or so I thought. 
Unfortunately, no such luck,

   I could see Peggy's hands move farther apart, as if she were getting a
better hold, as if she were bracing herself.

   Laughter began to erupt from those crowed around the door.  It was quiet
then a loud moan came from Peggy as her arms seemed to rise up as if she
were trying to crawl out of her washroom prison.  Her moan became a shriek,
followed by an exhausted, "Oh God, no"!

   Then their lovemaking continued.

   I tried to focus on the crack by the stall door again.  I could see
flesh moving back and forth.  Once they seemed to get out of sync and I saw
her beautiful ass move.  I could see the huge head of his dark, glistening
cock pull almost out of her.  Then with one continuous thrust, accompanied
by Peggy's push back, he slid all the way up into her.  They were on the
same page now, every thrust was met by a corresponding shove backwards.

   As his thighs slapped against her ass I could see the flesh of her bum
ripple.  He was pounding her good.

   Peggy was white knuckling it now.  Her gasps were matched by the sounds
of him pounding into her.  The tempo began to increase.  I knew it wouldn't
be much longer now.  I could imagine he was holding her tightly.  Drilling
her asshole time and time again.  Faster and faster.  Harder and harder. 
Deeper and deeper.

   Then he let out a loud groan.  He kept pounding into her and I knew
streams of his hot cum were squirting deep inside her.  This is just the
way it is.

   Soon, the stall door opened and he emerged.  He grasped his huge cock
and looking at me, smiled and shoved it into his pants.  The crowd offered
him congratulations and slowly dispersed.  I went to help Peggy.

   What a sight she was.  She was just sitting on the toilet seat resting
against the stall wall.  She was exhausted.  Creamy goo, tinged with brown
and red oozed from her.

   "How are you doin"?, was all I could say.

   She looked at me with a blank stare.  "He was big, like really big", and
she smiled sheepishly.

   Come on, let's get you cleaned up and out of here", I replied.

   I could have felt sorry for her, but I knew what she was really like. 
She loved it all!

   Whether it was the gas attendants drooling over glimpses of her hard
nipples, or the trucker blowing his load, or me pumping her in the parking
garage, or the university kids abusing her on the subway, or getting
stretched in the theatre or pounded in her pussy and her ass in the men's
washroom, I knew she was mine.

   We walked arm in arm, the sun was still warm, her ass swayed, she smiled
her beautiful smile, it had been a wonderful day.