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The Parking Lot (MF Fmm voy mast nc reluc inc? teen)
by Ovid (ovid@anon.nymserver.com)
I have discovered that a lot of sexual activity goes on
in the parking lot just outside my office. I never thought I
could see so much happening, but it is a voyeur's paradise
out there.
First, let me give you a little background: I am the
MIS supervisor for a medium-sized, employee benefits
company. I am in charge of the LAN and some 100-odd
workstations. I usually spend my days surfing the web and
waiting for some user to call about a lost file. Some days I
can be very busy, other days I am bored out of my gourd.
My office building is located in a retail and office
complex in suburban Washington, DC There is a regular flat
parking lot for the length of the building that houses the
retail shops. At our end of the building (say the last third
of the lot) there is a four story parking garage. During the
day the lot and garage are full of cars and parking can be
difficult to find after 10AM. In the evening, as the workers
leave, movie-theatre-goers and diners show up and can fill
the lot just as full in the daytime.
I usually park on the third floor of the garage. I have
a conversion van that I drive to work most of the time. I
have a cordless phone attached to the office system that I
have rigged to an external antenna so I can take a nap in my
van during lunch and still be available if there is a real
emergency. It is nice to be able to get out of the office
for a while each day. Usually, I will try to take a walk in
the park that is next to our office building and then go to
my van for a catnap before heading back inside for the
afternoon. Some days I will spend the afternoon reading a
book in my van and no one will miss me.
My company occupies three floors of the building, 3,5
and 7. My office is on the third floor, just inside the door
to the garage. Our staff is thirty- percent male and seventy-
percent female. I have gone on a few dates with office
mates, but nothing has panned out. Some would call my
existence lonely, but I enjoy being able to do what I want
to do whenever I want to do it. I'll settle down with
someone some day, but right now I'm enjoying living the
bachelor lifestyle.
As a bachelor, though, I have to admit I don't get laid
as often as I'd like. I often spend evenings alone with my
hand. After surfing the web, reading sex stories, or
watching a fuck film, I get these "urges" and end up
satisfying myself. I have discovered, in this time, that I
am an insatiable voyeur. I love watching people (mostly
women). They don't even have to be having sex. I just love
watching people who don't know they are being watched. I am
fascinated by the every day things people do, and by the
things they will do when they think no one is watching. I do
however get extremely aroused by watching women naked.
Whether they are in the shower, getting ready for bed or
just changing I can't get enough. So I was extremely aroused
by the following incident, which exposed me to the amount of
sexual activity going on in the parking lot.
I was kicking back in my van one spring day. I had
skipped out of the office to get back to the novel I had
started reading the previous night. It was about 11:30AM, I
had just settled in to my chair and begun to read when I
heard the garage door slam shut. I looked up and there was a
woman walking towards my car. I didn't think much of her
until she walked right up to the car next to me.
She opened the driver's door. I have very dark tinted
and mirrored windows on the sides of the van; there was no
way she could see in. I put my book down and started to
watch her. She had no idea anyone was watching her. She was
very pretty. I recognized her from the marketing department.
Brown hair, a little over five feet tall, medium sized
breasts, and very wide hips. After opening the driver's side
door, she threw her purse in and then went back to the
trunk. She pulled out a gym bag and then a pair of running
shoes. I remembered her name was Ren‚.
She still hadn't seen me. She looked around the lot; it
was as if she was checking to see if anyone was around. My
car was parked on the passenger side of her car. My heart
started to beat a little faster. Ren‚ was going to change
into her running outfit right in front of me and she had no
clue I was watching her. She slid into the driver's seat. I
could clearly see her body from the knees up. She rummaged
through the bag and pulled out a plastic bag. Out of the
plastic bag she pulled a new pair of running shorts. I
watched her then pull out a pair of scissors. Very
carefully, she cut out the lining to her running shorts. She
held up the "liner-less" shorts and grinned. Then she looked
around her again; making sure nobody was coming. When she
felt it was safe, she started undoing the buttons on her
blouse. With her blouse open, she removed her bra. I caught
two clear glimpses of her naked breasts as she wriggled out
of her sleeves and then into a sports bra. She had dark
nipples that clearly stood erect as she adjusted the Lycra
bra. Ren‚ then pushed her seat back down and wriggled out of
her panty hose. She then slipped the running shorts on
underneath her skirt. She then put on her socks and running
shoes. She got out of the car and pulled her skirt off. She
threw it back into the car then she pulled out a water
bottle and her keys. She stashed them in her rear wheel
well. She was ready to go running. She went to back of her
car and did some stretches. She did look quite delicious in
her almost-too-small shorts and a jogging bra.
At one point she put her leg up on the bumper and
leaned my way, I swore I could see right up her new running
shorts. I definitely saw a dark patch of pubic hair. Just
before she left to go jogging, she turned to my van, she was
using one of my dark windows as a mirror (There are two on
that side and I was at the other one). She checked her
outfit and smiled at herself. I switched to that window and
peeked out. Just as I did she gave a quick look around to
check for people and then briefly pushed her running shorts
slightly to the side. In plain view I saw her pussy. She
smiled when she saw herself in the mirrored window. She let
her shorts drop back into place and took off for the stairs.
I was stunned. I had just witnessed a co-worker get
nearly naked and then unknowingly flash herself to me. My
dick was raging hard. I couldn't help my self; I had to
whack off right then. I pulled out my member and after 20
quick strokes I blew my wad all over the floor. Afterwards,
I tried to go back to my book. I couldn't concentrate
though. I kept having these visions of Ren‚, jogging in
those shorts. With every step her shorts must flip up,
exposing her pussy to anyone who looked. In less than twenty
minutes I was hard again. I gave up on my book and waited
for her to return. I took off all of my clothes and waited.
As I sat there naked, two other co-workers walked past my
van. The two women went over to a car on the other side of
the lot. Five minutes later they jogged back past my van.
They, too had changed in their car(s) and were going out for
a lunch time jog.
After another five minutes, Ren‚ returned to her car.
She was sweating and panting very hard. She got her keys and
water out of the wheel-well. She walked around in a few
small circles as she drank the water and cooled down. She
squirted water on her chest and the back of her neck. My
naked cock was twitching, reminding me not to forget about
it as I watched her. She walked up to the back of her car
and did some more stretching exercises; again I got a clear
shot up her leg at her dark thatch. She looked at her watch,
I looked at mine, she'd been out a half-hour, which meant
she still had a half-hour to go. She looked around the lot
again. She stopped and listened for a moment and then pulled
her top off. She stood in the middle of the driveway between
the cars topless. She spun around a few times, then she
stopped. She listened again and then she ran over to her car
and jumped in quickly and laid down covering her breasts.
Two men appeared at the top of the stairs, they walked over
to a car, got in and left. Ren‚ laid low until they drove
off the level, she then popped her head up and looked around
a bit.
She had stopped covering her tits; they were exposed to
the world. She then opened her door and got out of her car.
She listened for a moment again and then peeled her shorts
off. She was completely naked standing next to her car. She
walked out into the driveway and stood there for a moment.
She took her water bottle and dumped the water all over her
nakedness. My dick was aching, but I wouldn't touch it just
yet. I had to see what this woman was going to do next. She
started rubbing the water into her skin. It was quite erotic
to see this stranger, naked in a public place, and rubbing
water all over herself. She stopped suddenly and ran between
my car and hers. I heard the garage door slam shut and
looked up to see another woman coming our way. It was Lori
Snell, director of marketing and Rene's boss. Ren‚ was
trapped between my car and hers, she was naked and someone
was coming this way. Ren‚ couldn't have seen who it was.
Lori was heading for her car that was parked on the other
side of mine. I watched on one side as Ren‚ crouched down,
naked behind one of my tires and Lori got into her car on
the other side of me. Ren‚ shook her head and leaned up
against my tire. Lori sat in her car for a moment before she
started it up. I couldn't see her, because she had dark
tinted windows as well and was hidden behind the glass.
Ren‚ just squatted between our cars. She must have been
kicking herself for pushing her exhibition too far. Lori
just sat there with her car running. I could not see what
she was doing. Ren‚ carefully stood up. She looked around
for a moment. Lori cracked her window open. Lori flicked a
cigarette out the window. Ren‚ was standing beside my van,
covering her tits with her forearm and covering her bush
with the other hand. Lori started backing up. Ren‚ peeked
around the hood of my van as Lori backed out of the space.
She crouched down as Lori pulled all the way out and drove
off. After she was certain Lori had left, Ren‚ stood up and
ran to her driver's side door. She jumped in the car and lay
back in the seat. She started laughing at her predicament.
She lay there for a little while giggling and lightly
stroking her naked breasts. Slowly, she began to work her
hands over her belly and down between her legs. She would
roll her nipples in her fingers and I could see her hand
caress her pussy. After a few moments of stroking and
touching, she rolled her hips forward a little and spread
her legs. She was really fingering herself now. I could see
her hand pumping back and forth, in and out of her cunt. She
was masturbating right in front of me and no clue that I was
watching. As I watched her do herself, my dick started
twitching on its own. After a short while of just watching
this pretty woman finger-fuck herself, my dick began to
spasm. Without even touching it, my dick erupted in orgasm.
I looked to Rene's car. She was getting close to coming
herself. She had her eyes closed and was tossing her head
back and forth. Her hips were bucking against her plunging
fingers. I could see her mouthing the, "Oh Yeah," and "Fuck
me," as she fingered herself to orgasm. All at once her body
shuddered and she spasmed into her climax. Her body trembled
as the wave of pleasure passed through her body. She sunk
down into the seat as she wallowed in her post-orgasmic
bliss. My dick never went soft after my un-provoked orgasm.
It still stood hard as a rock. I smeared my own cum juices
all over my manhood. It made slick, liquid noises as I made
myself squirm by squeezing my ultra-sensitive cock.
Ren‚ brought her hands to her mouth. She licked her own
juices off her fingers and then proceeded to bring to more
fingerfuls to her lips. As she smeared her own wetness on
her lips, I could see her lips became shiny with the
wetness. She left them wet with her "pussy lipgloss". She
pulled a towel out of her gym bag and toweled off the sweat
and rubbed the towel between her legs. I then watched as she
put on her blouse and pulled on her skirt. She got out of
the car and finished buttoning her blouse. I could plainly
see her dark nipples through the material of her blouse. She
pulled off her running shoes and socks and slipped her
sandals back on. She hadn't put on a bra or her pantyhose. I
wondered if she forgot or if she meant to do that.
I heard a shout from across the parking lot. Ren‚
looked up and waved to the two women who had earlier come
by. They were returning from their run and Ren‚ closed her
door and went over to them. I noticed that she forgot to
hold the handle as she shut her door, the locks popped back
open as soon as she shut the door, but she didn't hear them.
She just walked away leaving her car unlocked. I slowly put
my clothes back on and watched across the lot as the three
women chatted. I could see them as the stood across the lot;
one of the other women reached up and put a finger on Ren‚'s
lips. I was stunned as she pulled her hand away and sucked
her finger into her mouth. Ren‚ turned away from the women,
laughing and they all laughed. Ren‚ left the women and went
back inside the building. I watched the women. They fell
into each other's arms as soon as Ren‚ let the door close. I
thought they were going to start peeling out of their
clothes as well. Finally one of them pushed away and shook
her head no. They went to opposite sides of the same car and
hopped in. I could see their shilouette's as they dressed.
Occasionally they would come together and embrace. Finally
they hopped out of the car and headed for the building. They
played with each other like to high school sweethearts. It
looked like they were in love and trying to get as much
contact in before they had to return to their "normal"
lives.
After they left the floor, I opened the side door of my
van. It was lined up with Rene's passenger door. I opened
her door and grabbed the towel. She had left it on top of
her bag. I unfolded it and immediately saw the smear her
juices had left on the fabric. I inhaled the woman's odor.
She smelled really good. Sweat and cunt juices are like an
aphrodisiac to me. I couldn't get enough of her odor. I put
the towel back into her car. I was going to have to try
picking her up sometime soon. Maybe she would let me watch
her masturbate again - this time I would be in the car with
her.
Just before I shut her door, I caught a glimpse of a
magazine cover on the floor. As a guy, I had been trained
all my life to spot these sorts of magazines and even though
I could only see the top inch of the cover, I knew what it
was. It was a "Gallery" magazine. I reached down and lifted
the bag. It was heavy. I peeked into it and it was full of
"Gallery"'s, maybe 10 or 15 issues. I flipped through the
bag and noticed they were all the same issue. Just then I
heard a car approaching, so I quickly put the bag of
"Gallery"'s back in Rene's car (keeping one for myself) and
closed her door. I was kind enough to lock her doors for
her. Then I turned to my open door. As I was sliding it
shut, I saw that it was Lori who was pulling back into the
same space. I had met her a few times. I knew she was going
through a tough divorce and there was talk around the office
that she had been caught in bed with her son's two best
friends. I slid my door shut just as she turned off her car.
I hesitated for a second - I was holding that "Gallery" in
my hand - it wouldn't be good for a management type to see
me with that kind of literature. I heard car doors open and
I overheard the end of a conversation.
"Mom, can't I be there next time, I just want to
watch," I heard a teenage boy's voice.
"No, James, you can't," that was Lori's voice," it wierds me
out now. At first I didn't mind, but after they made me do
the same stuff to you, I can't handle it anymore. " She
sounded very motherly.
"OK," the boy gave in," how many more times do you have
to do it?"
"Three.... why am I telling you that," Lori corrected
herself," I've got to do this so they don't tell the police
and so I can keep you from your father. Please you've got to
understand. I know this is very confusing, but I had to pay
off Timmy and Mark or I'd be in big, big trouble and I would
lose you to your pig of a father."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. The rumor was
true. I had only half-listened when I first heard the office
gossip, but I remembered it being something to the effect
that Lori had been screwing her son's friends and that she
enjoyed it. Now here she was saying that she was going to
put an end to it. I had to know more.
They headed into the office. I couldn't hear the rest
of the conversation. I waited a moment or two and then came
out from behind my van. I saw them entering the door. Lori
looked back into the lot. When she saw me she stopped, just
long enough for our eyes to meet, then she looked down and
then turned around and entered the building.
I went back to my office and sat down at my desk. I
began flipping through the magazine I took out of Rene's
car. "Gallery" has a special feature: "The Girl Next Door".
As I flipped through the magazine, I tried to figure out why
Ren‚ would have a bag of just this one issue. Then it dawned
on me. I flipped to the table of contents. I scanned the
entries quickly. I found it in the middle of the list. "This
Month's Girl Next Door Winner - Ren‚ Teller page 34". I
opened the magazine to page 34. There was Ren‚ in all her
glory. She looked great. Her tits, her hair, her pussy,
everything looked great. In her bio she wrote that she loved
showing off her naked body to any one who would look. She
said she had just dumped her most recent boyfriend because
he got jealous of other men seeing her naked. There were a
few picture taken at a strip club (just a mile from the
office!) of Ren‚ shaking' her moneymaker. She talked about
how horny flashing people made her and about how she was
masturbating while they photographed her for this layout.
The magazine had an editor's note saying that they couldn't
publish eighty percent of the pictures they took because
they would break the law. They did show the last picture of
her. The caption under it read "Ren‚ fingers herself to
orgasm for our camera." There was an inset picture of her
pussy real close up; it was slick with fluid. She aroused me
completely. I hoped she would be interested in showing
herself to me.
I spent the afternoon formulating a plan to get her in
a position to flash me. With my network admin status, I
snooped around on her local hard drive of her office
computer. She would have no idea I was doing it. I set up a
filter to copy all of her e-mail, incoming and outgoing to
my computer as well. I was abusing my power, but I didn't
care. I told myself I wasn't going to force her - I would
just make the opportunity irresistible for her.
I had to see her once more. I decided to see her in
person. I had a new computer to install on her floor. Maybe
I could go past her desk and see what she was up to. Then it
hit me. I could sabotage her computer so it would fail and
she would have to call me. Maybe she'd be so happy I rescued
her important data and fixed her computer she'd do something
for me.
I set up a timed event. It would back-up all the data
on her computer and then delete a small .dll file that would
cause her computer to crash and she would have to call me. I
set it to run about half-an-hour before quitting time. I
then went on rounds to see about a few things. At 4:45PM I
was on Rene's floor chatting with a friend who works two
cubicles over from her.
Lori walked past us as we talked. She and I locked eyes
as she walked by. She gave me a look and then dropped her
eyes. My friend saw it and raised his eyebrows. We both
smiled until she was out of sight then continued with our
conversation.
"OH MY GOD," Ren‚ shouted," What is this shit?!?" She
was pissed. My program had killed her computer. "No, no, no,
no," she was desperate. I tried to continue talking to my
friend but I was trying so hard to hear what she was saying
that I'm sure friend could tell I was distracted.
I heard her dialing her phone. My voice mail answered.
"Rob, you've got to help me immediately! My computer
died and I need to get something off of it for tomorrow
morning." She slammed the phone down. Then she picked it up
again.
"Yeah, this is Ren‚ in marketing. Can you please find
Rob Dyer? I have a computer emergency and he needs to get up
here immediately." She had called main reception.
"Rob Dyer, please call 2470 for a computer emergency.
Rob Dyer, call 2470, please." The receptionist intoned over
the intercom system.
I put my finger over my lips and told my friend to be
quiet. I bent down to pick up his phone and dialed 2470.
Ren‚ answered.
"Rob?"
"Yes, what's the problem?"
"My computer just crashed...where are you?"
"Stand up," I told her.
She stood up and looked right at me.
"Help," she pleaded as she hung up her phone, "I've got
to this report off and to the Copy Center before 5:30 or
they won't get it done for tomorrow morning." I thought she
was going to cry. I went over to her cubicle. She still
wasn't wearing a bra. She was in bare feet and hadn't put
her hose back on either. I couldn't believe how pretty she
was, standing there in her cubicle wearing so few clothes.
Knowing what she really looked like under those clothes
didn't help much either.
"What happened," I asked.
"At about five o'clock the hard drive just started
chattering and I couldn't do anything," she said," then
after about 10 minutes it locked up and gave me this error."
She pointed to the screen. Funny, it was missing the exact
file I'd programmed it to lose.
"Hmmm," I acted concerned, " let's see what we can do."
"Hurry," she begged.
I don't think I could have moved any faster. I re-
booted her computer to DOS, tapped out the commands to copy
the missing file back onto her drive and re-booted her
computer. It was 5:25.
"We aren't gonna make it," she clenched the back of the
chair I was sitting in.
"Sure we will, watch this." I picked up the phone and
dialed the copy center. I had a friend there. Sheila
answered the phone.
"Shelia, this is Rob. Do me a huge favor and I'll love
you forever."
"You got it sweetie," Sheila laughed, "what's her
name."
"You know me all too well, my dear. I gotta get a copy
job run overnight but our computer crashed. I just fixed the
computer, but I still have to print it out."
"We can make it all happen and you won't have to print
it out."
"Explain."
"We have this new service. You e-mail me the document
and I can zap it out to our laser printer really fast."
"Extra charge?"
"Not for you, dearest."
She gave me the address and we hung up. I told Ren‚ not
to worry I'd explain in a second. I called up her e-mail and
created a new message, attached the file and sent to Sheila
at the copy center. I then explained what Sheila and I did.
She threw her arms around me and gave me a big hug.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you," she said. I could
feel her naked breasts through the clothes we had on.
"You're welcome," I returned. My dick went to half-
mast. She had to stop hugging me or there'd be big trouble.
She held me in an embrace a little longer. I still swear to
this day that she pushed her pelvis into my growing manhood.
"I'm so glad. You saved my job," she stepped back.
"It's partially my fault, I went jogging at lunch and took a
little extra time. I shouldn't have done that. I would have
gotten it done earlier."
"Not a problem," I almost said I was glad she took the
extra time at lunch but I caught myself. She had no idea I
knew all about her lunch.
"You saved my ass," she said," I owe you one." She
stopped for a moment. She reached down into her purse and
pulled out a magazine. It was the same issue of "Gallery."
"Here I'm adding this as a bonus to the favor I owe
you," she grinned as she handed it to me.
"Thanks," I hesitated," I already have one."
"You do," she was surprised.
"Yeah, I picked it up on a lark and...," I didn't know
what else to say," aren't you worried people around here
will see it?"
"A little. That's why I used a different last name."
"Ren‚, they didn't print a fake name," I informed her,"
they used your real name."
Her eyes grew wide. She was stunned.
"I'm sure it'll be all right," I reassured her.
"I hope so. I'm more worried about the text beside the
pictures than the pictures themselves."
"Look, you wanna go get something to eat," I asked her.
"I can't tonight," she seemed like she would like to,
"I have another modeling session and they want to shoot at
night."
"Can I see the new pictures," I was sure I was
drooling.
"Maybe," she grinned and then grabbed her bag and
walked off down the hall. I wanted her so bad at that
moment.
I headed back to my office. It was 6PM. I was hungry. I
thought I'd head down for a bite at one of the restaurants
in the Village. I went out and got a sandwich. I stopped in
at the Crown Books and checked on the magazine rack. A
stocker was putting magazines on the shelf. She unwrapped a
fresh stack and set them up on the stand. It was the latest
"Gallery." I grabbed one and flipped it open to the table of
contents. They had printed Rene's real name. I grabbed the
entire stack and headed up to the counter.
"Can I help you sir," the girl behind the counter
asked.
"I need to speak with the manager."
"Beverly, there's a gentleman up front to speak with
you," she said into the intercom.
"How may I help you sir," Beverly snuck up behind me.
"Yes," I started, "can I speak with you in private."
I'm sure she thought I was some loony bent on reading her
the riot act on decency and what have you.
"Let's talk over here," She said as she pointed to a
quiet part of the store. I followed her. I was holding the
stack of magazines.
"I'm sorry this looks so weird," I said," I have a
friend and she posed for this issue. They were supposed to
use a fake name, but somehow they printed her real name and
she would die if anybody saw these pictures."
"What do you want me to do," she asked. She was
nervous. She must have thought me some kind of freak.
"If I buy all of these magazines can you assure me you
won't order anymore of this issue," I proposed.
"I think we can arrange that," Beverly said, "I do
think there is another bundle of the same issue in that
shipment."
"I'll buy them all and I'll buy any other bundles that
come in. I just don't want her co-workers to get a hold of
this issue," I pleaded. Beverly nodded and went over to the
girl stacking magazines. They exchanged words then the girl
pulled out the other bundle. Beverly came over to the
counter and quietly told the cashier to ring up 50 issues of
this magazine. They loaded my purchase in a box and I went
on my way. The stocker stopped me on my way out.
"You are some friend," she said as she smiled at me,
"If you want, the Copy Center has a bulk shredder. They'll
do it no questions asked."
"Thanks," I replied, " I think I'll do that."
I got the magazines shredded. Sheila made me tell her
why. I caved, but I didn't tell her which girl in the
magazine Ren‚ was. She guessed on the second try though. She
kept one copy for herself and shredded the rest for me. I
had her bag up the shreddings and took them back to my
office. It was 8PM and I was tired. I grabbed my bag and
Rene's magazine and shut the door.
I was surprised to see Lori's car still parked next to
mine. As I stuck my key in the door to my van, Lori popped
out of her car.
"I thought you were never gonna leave," she said.
"Aren't you here a little late," I asked.
"I need to talk to you," she shut her door, "can we go
back inside?"
"We can sit in my van, it's very private."
"Well, OK," she hesitated.
I climbed in through the driver's side and she went to
the passenger side. We both then climbed into the back and I
shut the curtain behind the driver's seat. It was dim. Just
light enough to see each other.
"What's so important," I queried.
I looked at Lori. She didn't look like a woman who
would have a 16-year-old son. She was in her early thirties,
36 at tops. She was a little plump, but in all the right
places. Big heavy breasts, very round hips, but you wouldn't
say she was fat. She dressed very well. She looked like a
woman I might date. It was a thought. But then I remembered
Ren‚. Naked Ren‚. Ren‚ as I watched her finger-fuck herself
to orgasm.
"Did you overhear a conversation I had this afternoon
in the parking lot," she blurted out after a moment.
"I heard part of conversation you were having with
James," I figured she was between the rock and hard place.
"Who are Timmy and Mark? And why would you have to pay them
off," I was blunt
"Oh shit!, No one is supposed to know about any of
that. It's bad enough that James knows, but I can't let it
get around work, too. Rob, please don't tell anyone.
Please."
She was looking me straight in the face.
"I don't know any more than I just told you, but I can
keep a secret if you'll do some things for me," I neglected
to tell her about the rumors that were being whispered
around the office.
"What kinds of things," her eyes flicked down to my
crotch and back up again.
"Not that," I said," tell me everything and then I'll
tell you what it'll take to keep me quiet."
"OK," she was shaking," I thought I was going to have
to..."
"Have sex with me," I asked.
"Yes. I'll do that if that's what you want," she
responded. I could see tears welling up in her eyes.
"No, I don't think I need to have sex with you to keep
quiet," I said. "Tell me the whole story."
"OK," she wiped her eye of a falling tear, "Here goes.
"It all started last fall. I was at home with James, he
was 16. It was late and my husband was out with his
secretary, fucking her brains out, I later found out. I knew
he was up to no good, so I started drinking and then I
started crying. James heard me crying in my room and came in
to see if I was all right. He knew his dad and I were
fighting, we had even separated for a month that summer.
"I said I was fine and just needed a good cry from time
to time. He said he wished there something he could do to
make it all better. I told him he could by getting me a man
who could treat me right. We hugged and he went off to bed.
I didn't think anything of it.
"That weekend was when I threw Donald out of the house
for good. I caught him in a lie about his secretary and the
bastard couldn't wriggle out of it. I told him to get out
and never come back. Then I turned to the bottle. I drank
two fifths of Jack Daniel's between Thursday Night and
Saturday Morning. James had tried to see me Friday morning,
but I screamed at him to go away. Oh it was awful
"I don't remember much of Friday or Saturday morning.
At about noon that Saturday I stumbled downstairs to get
another bottle of booze. James had his best friend, Timmy,
over and they were playing video games. When I came into the
room James freaked out. He asked me if I would go put some
clothes on. Apparently I was totally nude. I told him I was
gonna do whatever the fuck I wanted to do. I was really bad
off. I went into the kitchen. The next thing I remember is
Timmy asking me if I was OK. I had passed out and Timmy came
in to get a soda and found me lying on the floor. He helped
me get up and sit me in a chair.
"I don't remember doing any of this, but I apparently
grabbed his crotch and told how much I wanted to have is
hard cock in my mouth. Supposedly, I put his hand on my tit
and begged him to pinch my nipples. Then I told him he could
come over whenever he wanted to get a little taste of my
pussy. He told me all this later. James never heard any of
it; he was in the bathroom the whole time. I wound up passed
out on the couch in the living room the rest of the day. I
never did put any clothes on.
"Timmy left around 3 and James went out with some other
friends. He said he'd be out late. Timmy was supposed to go
with him, but he claimed he had to do chores and spend the
evening with his grandmother. I can't believe I'm telling
you all this, Rob."
"Keep talking and I'll do something for you," I
grinned. Lori looked down at my crotch. She looked back at
my face. She couldn't read what I had in mind, but I could
tell she was curious.
"At about 6:30 the doorbell rang. I was still pretty
blitzed even though I had stopped drinking around 2. I
answered the door, still naked. I didn't even have the sense
to hide behind the door and peek around it. I didn't even
try to cover up. I stood there naked to the world. It was
Timmy at the door. I told him James wasn't home. He said he
wasn't there to see James, he came to see me.
"I asked him what he wanted. He told me what I had said
and that he ditched going out with James and the other guys
to come get some action from me. I was stunned, but I was
still in this drunken haze. I had no inhibitions. There I
was standing naked at the front door, drunk out of my mind,
and this young boy was offering to come in and have sex with
me. It had been almost a year since I last had sex. I hadn't
even masturbated in the last 2 months. I wasn't even sure I
would remember what to do. Numbly, I took him inside and
closed the door. We stood there in awkward silence for about
2 minutes.
"OK, I finally blurted out. It was like I was outside
myself and this sexual creature took over. I jumped on him.
I threw him on the floor and literally ripped his shirt off.
He was naked in 2 more seconds. His dick was long and
skinny, but I pounced on it. I began sucking on him with all
my might. He grabbed my hair and made me stop. He said it
would go off if I kept doing that. I just laughed and sucked
him off even harder. He blew his load deep in my throat. I
swallowed it all and wanted more, much more.
"We spent the rest of the evening fucking and sucking
all over the living room. I think he came four times that
night. He told me later that we rubbed his cock so raw that
he couldn't touch it for a week. He left minutes before
James and Mark got home. I had forgotten that earlier in the
week, I told James that Mark could sleep over.
"They came in as I laid naked on the couch. I was still
kinda drunk, but sober enough that I tried to cover myself.
I didn't do a very good job. The room smelled like sex. I
was a mess. I had semen on my face and my pussy hair was
matted and slick from all the sex.
"Oh mom, James said as he blushed. Mark just stared at
me. I didn't even try covering up. I stood up and announced
that I got fucked 4 times that night. I then stumbled out
of the room. I told James I was going to a take a shower. I
was very light headed and my knees were very wobbly. I made
it to the shower and took a long, hot one. The last thing I
remembered was passing out on my bed.
"At some point in the night, James and Mark had snuck
in to my room. Mark had convinced James they could get
another look at me naked while I slept. They snuck in and
discovered me sleeping naked on top of the covers with the
lights on. They said they heard me having a dream. I was
talking in my sleep. I was telling Timmy to fuck me. Fuck me
harder. Then I flipped over on my stomach and raised my ass
up in the air. `Touch my cunt, lick it,' they heard me say.
Mark and James were stunned. They didn't know what to do."
At this point in her story, Lori looked away from me. I
unzipped my fly and released my rock hard cock. My dick
stood out straight and hard.
"What are you doing," Lori stopped.
"Giving you a little show," I grinned as I proceeded to
stroke my rock hard cock in front of her. "You can watch me
jerk off as you tell me the rest of the story, but you can't
touch me.... yet."
She sat down on the floor next to my chair. She spread
my legs and sat between them.
"I'd like to touch, but I'll tell you the rest if
you'll come for me."
"Keep talking," I responded as my cock twitched in my
hand.
"So there I was asleep and dreaming of Timmy licking my
pussy. James and Mark were stunned to say the least. In my
sleep I grabbed my ass cheeks and spread them wide. `Fuck my
cunt with your tongue,' they heard me shout out in my sleep.
Mark reached out his hand and touched my pussy. He told me
later that I was soaking wet. Juices were oozing out of my
pussy and sliming down my inner thigh. `Fuck me,' I pleaded.
James told me later that Mark just stood up pulled out his
dick and rammed it into me. I started to wake up, but I
wasn't sure what was going on. I was still half-dreaming. I
thought I was still fucking Timmy. `Oh yeah, Timmy fuck me
good,' I said.
"Mark's dick is bigger than Timmy's. Fatter and
thicker. As a matter of fact it was bigger than my ex-
husband's dick. I had never had that much cock shoved up my
pussy. His balls were smacking my clit. I heard a moan and
whimper and looked over to James with his dick out standing
next to my bed. He was coming as he jerked himself off.
What's James doing home I thought. Then I remembered that he
and Mark had come home and that Timmy had left. Who was
fucking me? My mind was clearing but not very fast. I was
struggling to stop this cock to stop pounding into me.
"Just as I felt like I'd cleared my head enough, I felt
this tingling in my pussy. I was gonna come without even
knowing who was fucking me. It was great. I started
trembling, then bucking. I was completely out of control. I
started shouting, I'm coming! I'm coming. It was the best
orgasm I had had in my life up to that point. I was
thrashing around, pounding my ass up into this boy's pelvis
as he fucked me with all his might. I was screaming and
moaning. I loved not having a clue who was fucking me. I
heard, through my own noises, Mark's voice. `I'm gonna come
James,' he said. `Pull out! Pull out," James yelled. All of
the sudden my pussy emptied and I felt this hotness splatter
on my back. I realized Mark was the one fucking me as he
shot his load all over my ass and back.
"I slumped forward and laid flat. Mark lay down at the
foot of the bed and James sat down on the chair across the
room. `Mark, did you just fuck me,' I asked. `Yes, that was
me,' he answered. `James, did you do that with me,' I asked
my son. `No, mom, I was only watching,' he said meekly. I
told them that was a good thing, all things considered then
I asked them to go to bed and that we'd talk in the
morning".
I was stroking my cock very slowly. I didn't want to
come just yet, but Lori looked at my dick and licked her
lips. She held her fingers up and made the "just-a-little"
sign. I shook my head. She frowned and then continued.
"It was 3AM before I fell asleep. I awoke at 9am; I had
an incredible hangover. My remedy for hangovers is to go out
and lie in the sun. I don't know why, it's just how I cure
myself. I don't normally drink that much and when I do I get
really hungover. I don't think I even bothered putting on a
suit. I just headed out to the backyard. Mark and James were
still sleeping. I lay down and fell into a deep sleep.
Sometime in the afternoon I heard the kids next door playing
in their yard. I felt much better. I got up and went inside.
Mark and James were awake and watching TV.
"`Morning,' I said. They were silent. I went into the TV
room to see what they were up to. They didn't even look up.
`Watch this,' Mark said as he pushed play on the VCR remote.
I saw something I never thought I would see. It was my
bedroom and Mark was fucking me from behind. James was
standing beside the bed on the edge of the screen and
jerking himself off. They had taped our escapade last night.
I was stunned. I just stood there as the tape played out.
They had set the camera on my dresser and got a shot of
the room. I heard my screams and shouts as I came and then
Mark shot his load. The tape went on for a little bit after
we finished and then it flipped to a shot of James' room.
Mark was in the shot. James could be heard off camera, 'Come
on man, I'll do it for you if you do it for me.' The camera
tilted down to reveal James' lower body and his erect penis.
Mark's face came in to the frame. He proceeded to give James
a blowjob. James didn't last very long. Mark hid his face as
James came. The camera then shook around for a moment and
they repositioned themselves. James got between Mark's legs
as Mark's dick loomed into frame. `I can smell her pussy,'
James smiled as he began stroking Mark's cock. James then
began to lick his cock. "I can still taste her pussy juices
on you," James smiled. Mark is so big that James could
barely get his mouth around the boy's cock. Soon he was
swallowing about half of the whole thing. Mark lasted longer
than James did, but James was really working hard. He
concentrated on the head, swirling his tongue around the
glans. The camera started jerking with James motions.
`James...I'm gonna,' Mark whimpered. James pulled off his
cock just in time to get a face full of come. There was my
son giving his friend a blowjob. He was blowing the same
cock that had just been inside my pussy.
"Mark stopped the tape. I was stunned. I couldn't
speak. `What do you think," Mark asked me. His dick was
pointing out of his boxer's. I muttered something. I had to
repeat it. `What do you want from me,' I asked him. He told
me he wouldn't tell anyone about this and that I could keep
the tape. James said Mark wanted to fuck me again. `Shut up,
James,' Mark said, `I will explain the rules.' `What rules,'
I asked. `The rules that you have to obey or I tell the
world about you and me and Timmy. We're minors and what you
did with us is very wrong. You could be in big trouble. ''We
don't want to have to do that,' I heard Timmy's voice behind
me. I turned around to see him standing in the doorway.
"I was in the hard place. They had me and I couldn't
get away. We made a deal. They would get to come over and
fool around with me whenever they wanted and I would be
their sex slave. I told them James wasn't allowed to have
sex with me. They agreed that was fair, but I had to let him
have freedom to do whatever he wanted to in the house. He
could have sleepovers whenever he wanted and girls could
stay over if he wanted them to and I would let him. I also
wasn't allowed to stop them if I caught them with someone.
I agreed, but I made them agree that this only applied to
sex. I wasn't going to be humiliated and forced to do things
that weren't sexual. No waiting on them hand and foot. No
cleaning up after them. Nor was I going to let them do drugs
in the house. Timmy and Mark were like little gangsters, but
they let me have that concession.
"Basically they could have me whenever they wanted but
it had to be kept a secret and I was only to submit to them
sexually. They also got me to agree that we would videotape
our sexual activities. I wasn't too sure about it, but what
could I have done.
"They spent the rest of the school year at my house all
the time. I got so much sex from them I really started to
enjoy it. We would spend entire evenings fucking and sucking
each other. James would have girls over to spend the night.
Sometimes, James would get a girl in his room and start
having sex with her. And then Timmy and Mark would start
doing me and James would stop so the girl could listen to
us. The girl had no idea who I was having sex with, just
that I was loud and there were always two guys with me.
"That summer, I was forced to be naked whenever I was
at home. Timmy and Mark would spend entire weeks over at my
house. James had a few orgies at our house that summer too.
It would usually be Timmy, Mark, and James and four or five
girls from the neighborhood. James would tell the girls that
I was cool with it. I was cool with it, I had to be. I would
hang around while every one arrived. I would make them
snacks and pass out condoms. I would present porn films for
them to watch, to get them in the mood. I even got beer for
them once or twice. I never participated in the orgies, we
figured it would be too dangerous to the clandestine nature
of our relationship.
"Everything was staying secretive. It was a summer of
sex for all of us. I got fucked so many times in that summer
I lost count after 200. We went through 300 VHS videotapes.
It was really fun once I got over the dread of breaking the
law. By the end of summer, I had forgotten our deal. I
wanted these boys and wanted to fuck them. I was very
careful to keep it all secretive and quiet.
"I hadn't let James watch us very often. I caught him
masturbating to the videotapes a few times, but I didn't
want him to be there in person. I was addicted to these boys
and they had a lot of energy. Timmy told me that he didn't
even masturbate any more. He was fucking me so often."
I was very hot and bothered by this point in her story.
My dick had oozed so much pre-cum that it was like I had cum
already. My hand stroked my dick as it made liquid sounds.
Lori looked down at my cock. She was 10 inches from it. She
pulled off her shirt and pulled her tits out of her bra.
"Shoot on my tits, please," she pleaded. She hefted
them up and I started stroking harder. It took me five or
six strokes. I shouted out and then shot my load all over
her tits. She rubbed it in and then stood up and took off
her skirt and panties. She straddled my cock and sat down on
it. She was so wet it speared right into her cunt. She
started riding my cock. She was fucking it like she hadn't
been fucked in years.
"You're the first man I've fucked who's over 21 in
about a year," she said as she bounced herself on my prick.
We fucked for a really long time. At one point she took one
of her own tits into her mouth and bit the nipple. We
switched places and I knelt on the floor as she hung her ass
over the edge of the chair. I plunged into her pussy with
abandon.
"Fuck my tits," she pleaded, "I'd love to have you come in
my mouth."
I pulled out and she slid down on the floor. She
drooled on her cleavage and grabbed the sides of her tits as
I mounted her. My cock slid between her tits like melted
butter. In the dim light I could see the glistening wetness
between her breasts. I reached a hand back and began
fingering her clit. She started squirming under my hand. She
squeezed her legs together. I would not stop. As she neared
orgasm she became very wet. My hand was soaked. I could feel
her whole body trembling under my thighs. She was coming and
really hard, too. My balls tingled.
"I'm gonna shoot," I grunted.
She opened her mouth and released the grip on her tits.
She moaned and thrust her hips up under my ass. It bounced
me up and landed my cock right at her mouth. She swallowed
my dick and started swirling her tongue around my prick. I
screamed out as I shot my wad deep into her mouth. The cum
filled her mouth and dribbled out the side and down her
cheek. She sucked my cock dry and kept me there until I went
soft.
"I can't believe I just told you all that," she smiled
as she lay under my thighs.
"I can't believe you let me come in your mouth," I said
to her. I got off of her and she sat up. She put on her
blouse and skirt.
"Now you know more about me than anybody should," she
said, "I hadn't planned on telling anybody, but you left me
no choice. I'll do anything you want if you never tell
anybody."
"I don't know what I'd have you do," I shrugged,
"something tells me you don't want to be in
another...uh...situation."
"I wouldn't mind having some fun with you," she took me
in her arms," but it would have to be just sex. I don't want
a relationship."
"I would love to have sex with you, but, I'd it be
better if I could watch you have sex with other
people...maybe the boys?"
"I don't know...I'm almost done with them and would
like to forget about it for a while. Let me think about
that, OK?"
I agreed. We kissed and then she gathered herself and
left the van. I sat there as she drove off. It was 11:30PM.
I drove home and thought about what Lori could do for me.
That night, I dreamt about Ren‚ and watching her dance naked
while Lori sucked my cock. When I awoke in the morning, my
dick was hard and there was a wet spot in the sheets. I
hadn't had a wet dream since I was 14.
The next day, I was greeted a voice-mail from Ren‚:
"Rob, I need to talk to you about the magazine,
please call me as soon as possible."
I was elated to call her. I dialed her extension.
"Hi Ren‚, your friend Rob here."
"Rob! I hoped you'd call."
"What can I do for you?"
"I'm curious. Did you go buy all the Gallery magazines
from Crown books downstairs last night?"
"Maybe..."
"Don't screw around, this is serious. Did you?"
"Yes ma'am. I bought them all and had them shredded."
"You did?!? That is so sweet. I would kiss you if I
were standing there."
"Uh....Thanks."
"You have saved me from mega-embarassment."
"You're welcome, Ren‚. Glad I could be of service."
"I owe you big time. I know just the thing you need as
repayment."
"What's that?"
"I want you to take a walk in the park in twenty
minutes, alone."
"OK, aren't you going to be with me?"
"I'll meet you there. You just be walking away from the
building in the park in exactly twenty minutes, OK?"
"I'll be there."
"Thanks again, Rob, you're a real hero."
"No problem."
We hung up. She was going to flash me, I just knew it.
I checked my other messages and checked for any emergency e-
mails. Ten minutes had passed. I left my office and headed
out the door. Lori was walking down the hall towards me. I
stopped and said "Hi" to her. She stopped and we chatted for
about five minutes. It wasn't uncomfortable. She asked me to
stop by her office later that day. I said I would and then I
headed out to the park.
Exactly twenty minutes after I left my office; I was
walking in the park. I couldn't see Ren‚ anywhere.
"HI, Rob," she startled me as she came jogging up
behind me. I sucked in my breath when I got a good look at
what she was wearing. She had on a white Lycra body suit. At
first glance, it looked plain enough, but after taking a
second look, I realized that it was very sheer. Up close I
could plainly see her nipples and her bush. She walked with
me as we talked.
"Do you like the outfit," she asked me as she thrust
her tits out.
"I like," I must have been drooling. Even though she
was nearly naked in front of me, I kept picturing her finger
fucking herself to orgasm in her car the day before.
"I love coming out here and showing off my body," she
grinned as she spread her arms out wide. "Wanna see more?"
"How much more can I see," I glanced down at her
crotch, "I can see quite a bit."
Rene smiled and peeled the top of her suit down. Her
tits out in the open. I could not believe my eyes. They must
have been bugging out of my head. Another woman jogged by
us.
"Nice tits," she remarked.
Rene thanked her and we continued walking along, she
with no top on and me with lump in the front of my pants.
Rene's nipples perked up. She then pulled her suit down to
her knees. She stood there naked to the world and me for a
moment, and then she quickly pulled her suit back on.
"I can't help but think that you like looking at my
naked body," Rene said as she sidled up to me.
"Is this any indication," I pulled her hand to the
bulge in my pants.
"Fresh," she pulled her hand back after gently
squeezing my manhood. She stood there for a moment, smiling,
then said, "I'm going to go jogging now, when I get back I'd
be happy to help you with that problem of yours."
"What problem," I played dumb.
"You know, " she was grinning, " the problem that will
involve me coming down to your office and spending 20 or 30
minutes working underneath you." before I could respond she
was off jogging and I was stunned. I watched her jog off
down the trail for a while and then turned around and headed
back for the parking lot.
I had to stop by my van to pick up something, so I
headed for the rear entrance to the parking lot, it was
seldom used, but it was the most direct route from the
trail. As I approached the open stairwell I heard a woman's
voice softly moaning. I quietly walked up along side the
wall and peeked around the corner. It was all I could do to
keep from gasping out in astonishment. There, sitting on the
steps was Robin McGee getting eaten out by a man I couldn't
identify. Robin was one of the women I had tried dating from
the office. She was in accounting and was a prude - or so I
thought. She wouldn't even kiss me goodnight after 2 months
of dating. Now, I find her here, in the company parking lot,
with her dress around her waist, getting her pussy licked
clean by a dark-haired man. I didn't even know she was
dating anyone.
I watched carefully and quietly as she let herself get
taken on a tongue ride. She would let out these sighing
sorts of moans every now and then. Every so often she would
suck in her breath or whisper things out loud - "oh yeah!"
or "lick my pussy!". After ten minutes of this, he took her
to the edge of orgasm. She cried out as quietly as she could
as her body was racked with orgasm. She lay back on the
landing as he brought her down from her high. He stood and
climbed a few steps so he was standing over her - his crotch
was even with her knees and he was about 18 inches above
them. I heard his zipper come down. He still had his back to
me so I couldn't see who he was. He began jerking his cock
himself.
My cock was straining to get out of my pants as well. I
quietly dropped my zipper and pulled it out. I pumped it
maybe six or seven times and it erupted into a bone-shaking
orgasm. I was able to keep quiet as I directed my attention
back to the couple on the stairs. As I continued to watch, I
slipped it back into my pants. I hadn't gone soft at all.
"Make yourself come for me," Robin cooed from her prone
position. The mystery man jacked his cock hard and fast for
about 3 minutes, all the while Robin just laid there cooing
and begging for him to come for her. Finally he grunted and
thrust his hips forward as semen shot from his prick. It
landed on the wall behind where she was laying and then a
drop or two dripped down onto her naked pussy and thighs.
She rubbed it into her skin and sat up as he zipped himself
up and turned to come to the bottom of the stairs. I
recognized him from the coffee shop. He stood at the bottom
of the stairs as she turned to her purse and pulled out a
twenty.
"Can we do this again tomorrow," she asked as she
handed him the twenty. He nodded.
"Bring a condom, I want you to come inside me
tomorrow," she grinned as she pulled a pair of panties out
of her purse. He just stood there as she put them on.
"Here you can keep these, " she said as she handed him
another pair of panties, "I've been wearing them for two
days, plus I made myself come in them last night." He held
them up to his nose and took a long sniff of them. Robin
turned and started up the stairs. He put them in his pocket
and then turned to walk towards the opening where I was
standing. I took two big steps backwards and then pretended
to walk up to the doorway as he rounded the corner. Mr.
Coffee didn't even meet my eye as we passed. I continued
into the parking garage and climbed the stairs to my level.
My dick was still rock-hard from the scene I had just
witnessed. I could not believe that Robin, of all people,
was paying the counter-clerk from the coffee shop to eat her
out, she must not be the prude I thought she was. I made a
mental note to try and get here a little early tomorrow.
I got what I needed out of my van and headed back to my
office. I was there for all of five minutes when the phone
rang. It was Rene. She was panting.
"Rob, I'm in my car," she managed between breaths.
"I'm in my office, obviously," I said.
"I'm naked, Rob," she laughed.
"Do you do that everytime you come back from jogging,"
I asked.
"What do you mean," she asked back.
"I watched you yesterday."
"What," she was suddenly very interested in what I was
saying.
"I liked the new running shorts," I said, "oh, and you
should be more careful about walking around naked in the
parking lot."
"I can't believe you saw me and didn't say anything,"
she was moving around a bit in the car, "I would have given
you a better view if you'd just asked."
"I wasn't sure if you'd be upset," I returned.
"Stay right where you are and you'll get another show,
better than yesterday." She hung up.
Moments later, there was a knock at my door. I opened
it. It was Rene, standing there in her see-through outfit
with a gym bag in her hand. She walked in. I closed and
locked the door behind her.
"You must think I'm a slut," she was embarrassed.
"No, not really, you're just a girl who likes to show
off what you have," I said. I thought she was a little
slutty, but that's the kind of girl that really turns me on.
I wanted a girl who I couldn't be sure wouldn't fuck every
man she got a chance to, provided she told me all the juicy
details.
"How much did you see, yesterday?"
"I saw everything."
"Where were you?"
"In my van.the blue one w/ the tinted windows.that you
parked next to.that you hid naked behind when Lori Stiles
came out to her car.and then the fun you had with your
hand.I watched you the whole time."
"Rob, I'm impressed.no one has ever admitted to seeing
me before. I'm going to you give an award."
"What would that be?"
"Sit here, and watch." She dropped her bag and
proceeded to peel herself out of the white body suit. I
could see the sweat still glistening on her body. She was
completely naked, standing before me as I sat in my chair.
She pulled out a towel from the bag and proceeded to towel
herself off. She took extra time around her breasts and
between her legs. She looked up and met my eyes.
"Like what you see?"
"Very much," my palms were sweating
"Want me to help you with that problem we were talking
about earlier?"
I lost the ability to form a coherent sentence. She
came over to me and sat on my lap. Our eyes locked as she
proceeded to unbutton my shirt. We locked lips as our
tongues wrestled between them. After she got my shirt
undone, she started on my pants. She had my tool out in no
time and pushed her hips forward to wrap her wet pussy lips
around my shaft. She slowly raised and lowered her hips. She
slid along the length of my shaft and just when I thought
she would impale herself on it, she would slide back down
its length. I took her breasts in my hands and brought them
to my lips. She sucked in a little as I sucked a nipple into
my mouth.
"Condom," she breathlessly whispered into my ear.
"Desk drawer," I managed to say between her breasts
Without even breaking contact, we wheeled the chair
over to my desk. I grabbed a condom out of the drawer. I
fumbled with the wrapper as I tried to tear it. She took it
from me and expertly rolled it onto my rigid cock.
"Are you ready to get fucked, Rob," she smiled
devilishly as she slowly positioned her pussy over the tip
of my prick. Before I could answer, I felt the warmth of her
pussy closing down on the head of my dick. She dropped all
of weight onto me and lifted her feet off the floor. My rock-
hard manhood sank all the way to the hilt into her sopping
hole. She paused with me deep inside her.
"Well," she asked.
"Yeah.I'm ready.," I managed.
"For what?"
I looked her in the eye. She was a slut. And I was
going to let her fuck my brains out.
".for you to fuck me like an animal," I replied.
I don't know if it was what I said or the fact that she
just loved to fuck, but she was a wild woman. She started by
grinding her cunt onto my cock. She would lift herself up,
bringing my cock completely out and then lowering herself
back down onto my rod. She would grind her clit into my
pelvis and then repeat. She kept this up for a good five
minutes. After that first five minutes, she stopped and
pulled off of me.
"I was sure you'd have blown you spunk by now," Rene
was stunned that had lasted as long as I had.
"I got another ten or fifteen minutes in me," I grinned
as I stood and took her in my arms. I didn't want to tell
her that the condom I was wearing made it difficult for me
to feel anything, it was like a "heavy-duty" latex or
something, it was going to be a while before I could get
enough friction to get off. Plus, I had jacked-off about 20
minutes before, it always took me at least an half-an-hour
of pumping to get myself to come again if I tried that
quickly after the first time. She pulled away from me and
smiled. She pulled me from the chair. As we embraced we
pressed our naked bodies together. We kissed passionately.
She ran her hands all over my body, giving my cock a few
strokes in the process. She boosted her ass up on to the
edge of my desk and I stooped down a little. She guided my
cock into her pussy and we started fucking with abandon. I
watched her as I pounded into her. She was really into this.
She was gently tossing her head from side to side and
lightly biting her lip. She would run hands up and down her
torso, stopping at her tits to tweak and pinch her nipples.
After a while, she dropped her hand down between her legs
and started playing with her clit. As she did this, she
began to breathe more deeply and moan a little louder and
harder. I hoped we could make this a regular habit. We
hadn't been going for another ten minutes, when she really
began moaning. She was gonna cum on my cock and I was
nowhere near losing my load.
"Ohmigod, ohmigod, ohmigod, " she said really fast as I
pounded into her hole, "fuck me Rob, fuck me Rob, fuck me
Rob," she was gasping for breath as she called out to me.
Finally she just began screaming out with each thrust. I was
starting to get into this now; it was as if I found the
groove. I pounded harder into her cunt. She was bucking her
hips up to meet my thrusts. My thighs were starting to burn,
but I didn't feel I was gonna get off anytime soon. I pushed
her back onto the desk and raised her legs straight up in
the air. I found it much easier to fuck her this way and she
increased the intensity of her moaning in response. I was
plunging deeper into her twat then before.
"Rob.I'm.gonna.come.again," she managed between my deep
thrusts. And she did, her body began trembling at first and
then shaking, and finally she ended up a quivering mass of
flesh. She moaned out a long, loud moan. She leaned her head
back over the edge of the desk as her orgasm ebbed a little.
She half-moaned, half-talked to me, something about never
having an orgasm like this and that she still coming. She
was still trembling and every so often, her body would be
wracked with a larger body shake.
"Again," was the last thing I heard her say. Then she
passed out. She went limp on the desk. Her body was still
trembling a little, almost buzzing. I continued fucking her
hard and fast. She convulsed once more for about ten seconds
and then went limp again. I wasn't sure that she was okay. I
paused for a minute and checked her pulse. I hadn't ever
fucked a girl till she passed out. I pulled out of her and
picked her up off the desk. I had a couch on the other side
of my office and I thought she would be better off there.
After I got her situated, I noticed that my cock hadn't even
begun to soften.
"Mmmmmm," she stirred as I lay her down on the couch,
"what happened?"
"You came so hard you passed out," I grinned as I slid
myself back between her legs. She moaned as I sunk my cock
into her again.
"How long was I out," she managed to ask me as we began
screwing again.
"About 3 minutes," I responded as we fell into a
steady, pounding fuck.
We continued fucking that way for 20 minutes. She came
three more times. I still could barely feel a thing through
the thick condom. Finally after her third orgasm on the
couch (that made 5 total) she put her hands on my hips and
prevented me from thrusting into her anymore.
"Why haven't you come yet," she looked me in the face," I
can usually make a guy shoot his load in three minutes, but
you are still going strong."
I told her about the thickness of these condoms making
it hard for me to feel anything. I also told her about the
scene I saw in the parking lot earlier, with Robin McGee and
the coffee shop stud.
"Maybe your little guy needs a little air," she
grinned.
"I don't wanna do that without something on," I tried
to thrust into her but she held my hips.
"What about the oral sex," she pushed me out of her, "I
give great head."
"If you wanna try that, we can," I said. I wasn't sure
about unprotected oral sex but my desire to shoot my load
got the better of me. She slid out from under me and guided
me to lie on the couch. She carefully pulled the rubber off
my raging boner.
"Feel how wet I am," she grabbed my hand and put it to
her crotch. She was dripping. I could see her inner thighs
glistening with her pussy juice.
"Can I eat you out while you do me," I asked not sure
that she would want to subject her pussy to even more
stimulation. She didn't even answer. She just spun her ass
up into the air over my head and positioned her pussy right
over my waiting mouth. Before I could get my hands on her, I
felt her warm mouth envelop my cock. It was incredible. I
could feel how hot her mouth was as she took the length of
me into her throat. I got my hands to pussy and spread her
swollen lips apart, trying to find her clit. I didn't have
to look very long. Her clit was engorged and sticking out of
its hood about a ¬" inch. I brought my tongue up to it and
began lavishing it with saliva. She jerked her head off my
cock and shrieked as I touched it with my tongue for the
first time. After a moment's pause, she went back to work on
my member. She lick up and down its length and then suck its
length into her mouth. We settled into a rhythm. I was
licking her clit steadily, and firmly. She was mouth-fucking
my cock. After a few moments of mouth only she wrapped her
hand around my shaft and began stroking me with her mouth
followed by her hand. I lasted only two or three minutes.
"Rene," was all I could manage before my cock erupted
in orgasm. I think the force and volume of semen caught her
off guard. She coughed a little and pulled me out of her
mouth for a couple strokes, but quickly got me back in her
mouth. She kept going until I begged her to stop. I stayed
hard, but I couldn't stand the sensations of having her work
on my cock anymore. I felt her pull off and then I felt a
warm fluid dripping down over my cock. She hadn't swallowed
most of my cum and was now dribbling it back onto my dick.
I kept going on her pussy and finally she sat bolt
upright and ground her cunt down on my mouth as she came for
the final time. I felt a small gush of fluid come out of her
pussy as she came. After a while, she wound down and was
able to climb off of me and onto the floor. She turned to
face me. She had a huge streak of cum from her chin, up
across her cheek, onto her forehead, and into her hair.
"Oh my god, you're covered in my juices," she smiled. I
touched my face and she was correct. I was covered in pussy
juices. It felt great. I sunk back into the couch. I was a
very satisfied man.
"Got a little on your face, too," I weakly smiled and
pointed to her cheek. She took my hand and proceeded to kiss
it gently. She brushed my hand against her cheek and began
rubbing the semen around on her cheek. I pulled away
slightly and she held my hand in place.
"Rub it in," she said as she reached up and began
rubbing the semen into her forehead, "I hear its good for
your skin." I felt my cock twitch a little as I watched this
beautiful girl rub my cum into the skin of her face. She let
my hand drop and reached out to get some more semen from
what she had drooled back onto my still raging hard-on.
"Still pretty hard," she said as she gave me a squishy
squeeze. She then rubbed the cum into her other cheek and
came up to my face. Her skin was slick and shiny with my
juice. The smell of semen was unmistakable as she came in
closer. She kissed me. I could taste myself at the edges of
her mouth. We kissed for a long, long time. We were both
startled when her watch beeped an alarm.
"Dammit," she said as she broke contact," I have to meet my
mom and sisters downstairs in ten minutes for dinner." She
looked me over. "Looks like I fucked you silly," she grinned
and then pecked me on the cheek.
"I could get used to your kind of facial," she shot me
a look over her shoulder as she dressed. "What do you
think?"
"Would you like it everyday?"
"Let's not get carried away. Let's just leave it at,
whenever I need it, ok?"
"Sounds cool with me," I responded. I had to force
myself to remain calm. I really wanted to be jumping up and
down and shouting for joy.
She dressed and we kissed some more. And then she said
goodnight. I was still on the couch. I hadn't moved since we
finished. She hadn't wiped my cum off her face. It had dried
and she said it felt tight, but good, like a mask. She said
she'd leave it there and not wash it off. As I watched her
leave I wondered if her mom and sisters would be able to
tell what she had been doing an hour before. I'm sure she
smelled like sex and cum. They must have been able to tell.
Rene left me asleep on the couch, my face covered in
her juices and my cock slick with cum she drooled back over
it. I was naked. I didn't wake up until the lights came on
and I heard Lori Snell's voice.
"Oh my god," she closed the door quickly behind her.
She just stood there dumbstruck. I must have been quite a
sight. My face slick with the pussy juice of someone else,
my cock glistening with spit and semen.
"What are you doing in here," I was groggy, "I locked
the door."
"I used my master key," she said after a moment," what
are you doing.or should I ask who were you doing?"
"That's for me to know and you to find out. Why were
you breaking and entering into my office?"
"I was trying to find some dirt on you.Could you clean
yourself up? You're a mess."
"I think you could do a much better job than I could,"
I grinned and stretched.
She practically leapt onto me. She devoured my cock,
licking it clean of every last bit of semen, spit, and
Rene's pussy juice. I was hard in an instant. She went to
town blowing me. She would swallow the entire length and
then slowly pull off with her tongue broad and flat against
the bottom. Then she would noisily slurp it back into her
mouth. She then added her hand to the mix. With her hand
covered in slime, I only lasted about 5 minutes and my semen
was clear and hardly any came out.
"Somebody's running dry," she said as she licked the
little bit of come from tip of my cock.
"That makes four times today," I proudly, but tiredly
responded.
She stood up and hovered over me. I was surprised, in a
way, she was still clothed.
"If you take that skirt off, you can sit on my face," I
smiled up at her as I tugged on her skirt with my toes.
"No I can't," her shoulders sank," look what those
bastards put me in." She pulled up her skirt. I saw a
metallic flash where she should have had underwear. She was
firmly locked in a chastity belt. It was a black leather
belt and had a shiny metal piece covering her hole. There
was a slit in it so she could pee and it looked really sexy
on her.
"Why," I sat up to inspect it closer.
"They figured out that we fucked the other day and they
said they couldn't have me getting my pleasure from someone
else. Mark and Timmy are the only ones with the keys."
"Can't you pick the lock or have it cut off," I was
amazed at the cohjones these little bastards had.
"I went to a locksmith the other day. He took a look at
it and told me that he couldn't help me. I told him I'd let
him be the first cock in my pussy if he could get me out. He
balked and told me I was trapped. He also warned me not to
try cutting myself out it. He said the way it was built, I'd
be more likely to cut a gash in my skin than cut the belt.
I'm pretty well stuck in here," she sighed and folded her
arms.
"Well that makes things a bit more interesting now
doesn't it," I stood up and pulled on my pants and shirt. My
dick was sore and I smelled like sex. "Now what was it you
were coming in here for, again?"
She blushed. "I was trying to dig up some dirt on you,"
she repeated," I try and dig up dirt on anybody and
everybody here in the office. I know I sound pathetic, but
it helps me keep up with the rumors being spread about me
and the boys."
"You've heard them," I was dressed and seated at my
desk. She took the chair opposite and sat there, absent-
mindedly fondling her breast through her shirt as we talked.
"Yeah, most of them," she said," I don't have any idea
who started them or how they found out, but I'm pretty sure
it was that dickhead of VP, Frank Morton."
"What makes you think that?"
"I found a printout in his briefcase of a journal entry
I'd made on my computer. It was really dumb of me to bring
that into the office, but I wanted to write it all down
because I couldn't believe I had let things go so far."
"That was dumb," I said, "but you think I had something
to do with it because it was a computer related thing.just
what were you doing it Frank's briefcase anyway?"
"I wasn't snooping," she snapped quickly," he had left
it in my office after a meeting and called me, while at
lunch with a client, and he asked me to open it and read him
some numbers from a file. The printout was right on top and
I recognized it right away. I nearly lost my shit on the
phone, but I was able to keep cool and gave him the info he
needed."
"Did he make like he wanted you to see it?"
"I don't think so. This happened a month ago and we've
had several meetings since, just him and me, and he hasn't
let on or made another attempt to show me anything else."
"I assume you kept the printout after you saw it?"
"I did. I think that's why he started the rumors,
because he realized that it meant something to me or else I
wouldn't have stolen it back from him. I don't think he has
another copy. At least I hope not."
"I can find out for you."
"How?"
"The magic of Computer Administration," I turned to my
computer and called up his computer's hard drive.
"I didn't realize you could do that," she rose and came
to stand behind me.
"I just need the file name," I asked her over my
shoulder.
"Journal 3.12.doc, oh, use an underscore instead of a
space," she had brightened considerably.
I entered the info in the search and it set to work on
his computer. While it was searching I switched over to an e-
mail logging program and executed a search for any file
attachment sent by him or with that same file name. I then
switched back to Frank's computer. The search was complete;
I found two copies on the hard drive. I zapped one and
grabbed the other and put it in my hard drive's window. Then
I copied a corrupt file I had in a directory twice and
renamed them and put them back in the proper places on
Frank's computer. My e-mail search was over and I found only
one entry for the file being sent out as an attachment and
it was by Lori herself.
"Why did you send that file as an attachment," I
swiveled my chair to face her.
"I sent it to my AOL account."
"Lori, that is very dangerous! For instance, I can call
up the content of not only your e-mail message, but I also
have a back-up tape that contains the text of the
attachment. You really could get yourself in deep trouble."
"Oh shit, Rob, you gotta help me," she dropped to her
knees," I'll pay you, I'll blow you, I'll fuck
you.anything," she was on the verge of tears.
"Calm down," I stroked her hair," let's do a little
research and I'll eradicate the file from everywhere it
exists."
She had started to cry as I finished. She sobbed for a
bit in my lap and then rose to her feet and excused herself
to go get some tissues. She also said she was going to go
search Frank's office for any trace of the file. I set to
work on erasing all traces of the file from the back-up
tapes. I also did a search on the whole network for a file
that contained with "journal" in its name. It was going to
take about an hour to complete that search. In the meantime,
I found only three copies on the back-up tapes I had for the
last four weeks. I had to kill it from four different tapes,
as I usually back up the file servers and the VP's computers
every week.
I figured Lori was going to be a while so I clicked
over to my hard drive's window and called up the file. Here
is what I read:
That whole summer I also spent booze free. After the
weekend of the two fifths, I couldn't bring myself to drink
any more. I liked being sober and besides I had to set some
kind of an example for James, as fucked up as it was.
The last weekend of the summer was to be our last fling
for a while. Timmy and Mark's parents were getting a little
concerned that their boys were spending too much time at our
house. That they were imposing. They couldn't have been
further from the truth. I had fallen in love with those boys
and loved the sex I was getting from them.
Timmy wanted to have an orgy and Mark agreed. They knew
I couldn't be there, but that didn't stop them. They got 10
other friends to come over for it. 7 girls and three other
boys. What I didn't know was that James, Timmy, and Mark had
gotten a hold of some Rohypnol, a lot actually. Everybody at
the party was going to take the drug, have the party, and
then they would watch what they did on a video tape later.
It was an "Outcome Unknown" party. They had six video
cameras and plenty of beer. I was a little worried at first,
but I gave up trying to stop them.
The party started out pretty tame. I came out and gave
my speech and passed out four boxes of condoms. I said that
my room was off limits and if anybody needed a safe place to
chill out, my room was available to use. The girls giggled
and laughed, the guys shifted and looked nervous. Mark then
took the floor and explained the rules of the evening.
Everyone listened as he talked. At 9 o'clock they would all
take a shot of vodka, each shot would be laced with a dose
of Rohypnol. No other drugs were allowed, except beer. The
party would then continue. Everybody was asked to stay
inside and keep the noise down cops would be very bad. Video
cameras were placed around the house for use and James had
installed three security cameras that were recording
everything from this point on. One was in the family room,
one in the living room and one in the hall outside the
bedrooms. I hung around for the beginning of the party. I
checked everyone out; I just wanted to see what kind of kids
these were. After everyone had had a beer or two, James came
out of the kitchen with a tray covered with a napkin. Timmy
gathered everyone around and pulled the napkin off the tray.
There were fourteen shot glasses.
I thought this was odd. There were only thirteen people
at the party. One shot glass was bigger than the others
were. Timmy picked it up and handed it to me. "For being so
cool and letting us have this party, this is for you," he
smiled. "There's no Ruffies in that one mom," James told me.
Everybody reached in and grabbed a drink. They toasted me
and then gulped down their drinks. Nobody knew what to
expect. Everybody seemed fine. James pulled out the bottle
of vodka and gave everyone another shot. I was still
standing there holding my drink when he came up to me. "You
haven't even had your first," he punched me in the arm. I
was nervous that they lied to me. I didn't want to forget
myself this evening. "I'm not drinking anymore James" I told
him. I handed him my drink and went up to my room. He smiled
at me and then returned to the party. As I got to the top of
the stairs, Gabe, one of the other boys, had taken Julie, a
very petite blond, up with him. They already kissing and
groping each other. He had her shirt pushed up and she was
pulling his pants down. I looked at her as I walked past
them. She met my gaze and stared at me as she played with
his semi-hard cock. I went into my room just as she dropped
to her knees and started sucking him off."
The party stayed pretty quiet. I was watching the 11
o'clock news when I heard some giggling outside my door. I
heard a girl's voice say, "Oh yeah, lick me there." Then I
guy's voice asked, "May I fuck her while she does that." I
then heard two girls and a guy make all sorts of sex noises.
I was aroused, but I didn't want to do anything about it. In
case somebody came to my room.
After a little bit longer, I shut off my TV and picked
up a book. I could hear a chant coming from downstairs.
"Circle Jerk! Circle Jerk!" they were all chanting. I opened
my door. I could just make out what was being said. "I'm
gonna lay here and you guys jerk off on me, OK?" The five
guys all agreed. I could hear some of the girls cheering the
guys on. Then I heard a moan from James' bathroom in the
hall. It was a girl's voice. I stepped out of my room and
listened at the door. I could hear a vibrator going in and
out of someone and a low moaning that would rise every so
often. "Come on me you guys!" I heard the girl downstairs
shout. "Ohhhhh!" I heard from inside the bathroom. "Yes,
James shoot your wad all over, oh yeah, oh yeah!" James blew
his load. I could hear him grunt.
I turned from the bathroom door just as two other guys
came on the girl downstairs. As I turned from the bathroom
the door opened and a red haired girl came out. I jumped.
"Oh, sorry Mrs. Snell. I ... just..." She hadn't closed
the door and I could see two other girls in the bathroom.
The two girls still inside were kissing and fondling. I
could see the vibrator disappearing inside one of the girl's
cunts. The redhead looked back over her shoulder and closed
the door. She was a very pretty girl. Her entire body was
covered in freckles. I recognized her as a cheerleader from
James' school. I looked down at her tits. They were about
the size of tennis balls, but they had these really puffy
nipples. She really looked sexy, made me jealous I couldn't
get involved with the party. The first person I ever tried
anything sexual with was a red-haired girl who lived next
door to my parent's house. This girl kind of reminded me of
her. About the same age. We both stood there in awkward
silence for a while.
"Can I come chill out with you for a while," She was
kinda drunk and her pussy hair was slicked down. The sex
smell was just wafting off of her.
"Yeah" I said. She stepped past me and led they way
into my room. She flopped on her back onto my bed and closed
her eyes.
"My names Melinda," she said as she lay naked on my
bed, "I'm Mark's twin sister." I instantly saw the
resemblance. "I let him fuck me tonight, He has the biggest
cock ever," she let a hand drop to her pussy. "I also know
about what he has been doing with you," she said.
"You let your brother fuck you," I heard myself saying
without really thinking.
"It was the least he could do for me," there was a
slick, liquid noise as her finger found its way into her
pussy, "I found out about the three of you and I told him he
was going to have to fuck to keep me quiet."
"You will keep it a secret won't you," I asked as my
heart pounded. This might be the beginning of the end.
"Oh, sure," she lifted her legs and spread them. She
was really masturbating now and I was getting more aroused
myself. "I love fucking. Ever since I entered high school I
have been fucking as many guys as I could get. I laid 9
guysin freshman year, 10 my sophomore year, and 11 in my
junior year. And that doesn't even include the two teachers
that got me in bed."
"You've made it with two teachers," I was stunned. She
seemed like such an innocent girl when I'd seen her at the
basketball games. Melinda was still fingering herself.
"Yeah, Mr. Stiles and Mr. Hall. I got Mr. Stiles in his
car one night after cheerleading practice and I did Mr. Hall
in his classroom during lunch."
"How did you manage not to get caught," I couldn't
believe what I was hearing.
"Well, us cheerleaders don't always wear our dance
trunks under our skirts," she giggled and then sucked in her
breath sharply as she increased the speed of her hand, "I
had him for the period just before lunch, so I sat up front
and gave him a flash or two.ok maybe twenty.then after class
I left the room. I snuck back there during lunch and just
walked in as he was grading papers and told him I was there
to do him whether he wanted me or not. He wasn't actually
grading papers, he had been whacking off and I caught him. I
walked up to his chair and straddled his big cock and rode
it till we both came."
"You're a brave girl," I was barely able to keep myself
from diving tongue-first into that red-haired muff.
"Very," she trailed off as she locked eyes with me. Her
hand was working her pussy over. I had never watched another
woman masturbate before and I was enthralled. She would
plunge her finger in her hole two times then bring it all
the way out and rub up to her clit then back down to stick
it back in her hole. I watched her as she lay there finger-
fucking herself, her breathing getting harder. The pale skin
between all her freckles was getting flush. This teenage
girl was going to bring herself to orgasm right in front of
my eyes and I don't think I could have stopped her if I
wanted too. She started thrusting her hips off the bed to
meet her plunging hand. Right at the point when I though she
was going to blow, she stopped. She stood up and walked out
of the room. I was confused. Had I done something wrong? I
hadn't even tried to touch her though I longed to. A few
moments later she came back with a large red dildo. It
looked like a penis, but as she came closer I saw it had
little bumps up and down its length.
"You do me.with this," she thrust the dildo in my face.
Then she laid back down, this time in front of me, and did
something I'd never seen before. She got on her back and
brought her legs up, so her knees were near her ears, then
she hooked her ankles and slipped them behind her head.
"Kinky, huh," she asked me. I didn't know what to make
of this girl, nearly bent in half, with pussy lewdly splayed
in front of me. I just nodded and proceeded working the
dildo into her opening. It glided into her wet slit with
ease. She let out a big sigh as her pussy consumed the
length of the red dildo. It made lewd slurping sounds as I
pulled it slowly back out - it was as if her cunt was trying
to keep it buried inside her. I could actually feel her cunt
trying to hold on to the dildo as I pulled it out. I then
thrust it back into her hard and fast and removed it as
slowly as I could. I did this for about five minutes -
spearing the red, bumpy, pseudo-cock into her young, juicy
hole, then pulling it out as slowly as I possibly could. The
feeling for her was almost overwhelming (she told me later)
she thought she was going to pass out the whole time. It was
incredible to watch this 9" long dildo disappear almost
completely inside her time after time. I was getting more
worked up about fucking this girl with a fake cock than I
had about anything in a long time. I had to taste this juicy
pussy. Looking back now, it's as if time everything went in
slow motion. I can see myself slowly pulling the dildo out
of her cunt, and instead of slamming it back into her pussy
this time I dropped my face into her twat. My tongue speared
into her hole and dove as deep as it could. I stuck my face
so far into between her legs that her juice filled my mouth
and flowed into my nostrils. I loved every minute of it. I
stayed there as long as I could hold my breath, nuzzling my
nose between her lips and fucking into her hole with my
pussy.
Finally I came up for air; I licked along the length of
her lips and landed on her clit. She lasted all of three
seconds. By this time she was so worked up and so aroused
that was all it took. As soon as my tongue came in contact
with her engorged clitoris, she went off like an atomic
explosion. She began convulsing and trembling. I closed my
lips around her clit and sucked with all my might as she
writhed and spasmed in what she later called the best orgasm
she had ever had. She screamed out in ecstasy. She begged me
to stop and then begged me for more. I managed to get the
dildo back inside her, but realized that I had accidentally
slipped into her asshole and not her pussy. She didn't seem
to mind and actually bucked a little harder to get the thing
inside her ass, deeper. Her orgasm lasted ten minutes or
more. She was moaning and whimpering as I gently licked the
outer lips of her pussy. She finally unhooked her legs and
stretched out. I looked her over as she lay there. She was
gorgeous. We laid together, quietly for ten minutes or so.
"That was far better than anything else I've had
tonight," she said dreamily as I slowly worked the dildo in
and out of her asshole.
"Have you ever shaved you cunt," I surprised myself by
asking her this.
"Not completely bald," she said as she raised herself
up on her elbows.
"Would you let me shave it for you," I asked as I laid
my hand over her still quite juicy pussy.
"That'd be fun," she smiled, "can I go get Sharon.
She'd do it too and after you do us, well eat you out like
you've never had before," I wasn't sure of that but I
agreed. I knew who Sharon was. She and James had dated
briefly in tenth grade. She was a pretty blonde, but I never
talked to her much. Melinda rolled on top of me and french
kissed me for a bit. Melinda got up and stumbled to the
door. She closed it behind her. She had been gone for about
five minutes when I got really nervous. I couldn't believe I
had just had sex with a seventeen year-old girl and now she
was off to get another seventeen year-old girlfriend of hers
to come have me shave their cunts and then eat me out. A
rather loud pounding at my door interrupted my anxiety
attack.
I got up, still naked and answered the door. It was
Mark. He was naked as well and his cock was erect. It seemed
bigger than usual. He just walked in, passed me and flopped
on his back on the bed.
"Hop on," he ordered me," I've only come once tonight
and I've been saving it up for you." I was flattered.
"Mark, are you sure you want me now," I asked. I was
afraid Melinda and Sharon would walk in on us in the act.
The file just ended there. She obviously had worked
hard at this and I hoped I could get her to tell me the rest
of the story sometime. I checked on my file search. It had
turned up about 200 hits for the word "journal" on various
computers in the network. I started another search for the
exact same name as her file. Another hour to go.
Lori came back after a long time. She said she had
searched his office and found a floppy disk labeled Lori's
story. She tucked it away in her purse and came over to my
desk to see what I was up to.
"Well, I've found all that I could," I said as she
leaned in close, "My search of the whole network still
hasn't finished, but I don't see anything in the list that
strikes me as a likely copy."
"You erased the others," she asked.
"I'm pretty sure I got all the copies, so far, but we
don't know if Frank has another copy in his personal
possession."
"Let's hope not," she sighed, "What do I owe you for
all this help?" I pondered this one for a minute or so.
"Well, do you think you could get me a date with
Melinda," I leaned back in my chair.
"I knew you were going to read it," she folded her
arms.
"Well?"
"She'd break you in half," Lori smiled and then thought
for a moment, "Although, you could help us."
"How so?"
"I want to make a video with her and Sharon and we need
a discreet person to work the camera. You up for it? I bet
they'd be all to happy to let you screw them as payment."
"When? and Where? are my only questions."
"Let me get back to you on that one," she picked up her
purse, "I'm going now. You'll let know what you find on the
network?"
"I will," I answered quickly, "Did you ever shave her
and Sharon?"
"That's for me to know and you to find out," she shot
back at me. And with that she turned and left my office.
I was spent. It was about 12:30am. Good thing it was a
Thursday night. I could usually call in out sick on Fridays
and no one would miss me. I got dressed. My prick was sore,
but not painfully so, just pleasantly sore. I headed out to
my van. As I approached I heard the low moan of a girl being
pleasured. I slowed my pace and began scanning the lot for a
car with its windows' down. I found the car on the other
side of my van.
"What are the chances of this happening again," I
thought to myself, "Well stop standing here thinking and try
and get a looksee at what they're doing." I carefully and
quietly opened the driver's side door. I climbed in and
crawled into the back where I could get a better view into
their car. Even in the dim light of the halogen lamps of the
parking lot, I could see plenty.
She was about 16 or so. She was on top of him, bouncing
up and down. She was wearing a blouse. It was unbuttoned and
pushed back off her shoulders. Her bra was one of those kind
that open in the front and just as I started watching, she
unhooked it and let her shirt and bra fall down her arms to
her elbows. She was younger than I thought maybe 15 or even
14. She was really enjoying herself on this guy's prick,
though.
My prick rose to about half-mast in my pants, but I
didn't think I had it in me to do anything about it. I just
sat there and watched this young girl get her rocks off on
some unseen stud's penis.
He lasted about ten minutes. I guessed he had blown his
wad when she slowed her humping to a slow rocking of her
hips and then came a complete stop after a while longer. She
was very pretty, in that 15-year-old untouchable sort of
way. The kind of girl you just know is going to grow up into
a very pretty woman, the kind hot teenager you used to
fantasize about when you were her age. I wished I could be
the one with my slowly deflating cock stuck inside her
pussy. Ahhh, the smell of post-coital teenage girls, the
silky sheen of the skin of her breasts, the softness of that
recently discovered nakedness where previously you had only
gotten pet her through her panties. I imagined the feel of
her nipples under my fingers as I lightly drew circles
around her areola, the soft, but uneven surface. Man, oh
man.
For a moment I thought I'd pull out my now fully erect
member and jerk off, but I kinda enjoyed the feeling of not
ejaculating a little more. The girl and her boyfriend only
hung out long enough to get themselves dressed and then they
took off rather quickly. I drove home and slept the sleep of
the dead.
THE END
(c) 1999, Ovid (ovid@anon.nymserver.com)
As of May, 1999 there are only 2 parts to this story. If you wish to read
more, please send an email to ovid@anon.nymserver.com. I am planning on at
least two more parts (maybe more if there is a big response).
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