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Her husband had stopped relations with her - so Rene dressed her small but stacked body in a dress that revealed her beauty. Meeting three former football linemen started her on a sexual track that took her around the world. Great and terrific sex abounds in the story, including her sister in law working in a brothel at the age 16 as a runaway. (Fb, bg, ped, 1st, inc, orgy) *** The third man was again pounding his thick stock of manhood into her petite body, and her sex was becoming sore. The other two men had been unmerciful in their taking her twice already. Now the brute of a man was pulling and twisting her body while his penis was striking places an erection had never touched inside her vagina. "For the love of god, please let my legs down, you're hurting me! Augh no, no more! You're too large for me like this," 41 year old René Maria Shannon, was pleading as tears ran from her eyes. Standing a perfect five-feet, and at 101 pounds, the enchanting and captivating middle-aged housewife was considered extremely charismatic. Her 32-C breasts and 20-inch waist line, gave her complete self control over her life that men wanted to control, for at least long enough for sex. Women on the other hand, wanted to slap her silly for looking so young, vibrant and extremely exotic in her appearance. René was seldom seen without an alluring smile on her face, and her deep dimples softened anyone's foul mood. However life had seemed to change in the past year or two, as her husband seemed to have become distant, and René believed he was impotent. ** Since Eric had ignored her needs, today was her first experience in sex for nearly two years. Knowing she couldn't continue without some sexual release, especially when her husband refused to give her an answer to why she must be treated cold and loveless. Leaving the house around five in the afternoon, René decided to check out one of the local bars and see if she could perhaps find a man who could appreciate her. René was uncertain how she would allow some man to approach her and once he had, could she continue with the final act of adultery? Enjoying a glass of wine, and wondering if Eric was truly enjoying his business trip to Denver, René had noticed the three huge men enter the lounge and walk to sit at the cocktail table next to her. ** René felt her small round hips being slammed by the thick legs of Jacob, the man who was now ramming his cock into and back out of her sex. The striking of the muscular legs of the former football lineman was like her buttocks were being hit with the size and strength of a man's fist. With her body bent double at the waist, the small body of the woman was turning Jacob on as he poured his lust out while driving his cock deeper and deeper into her sex. The first two men, also former football players, had taken her with the same pounding sex she was now receiving, except they weren't as large and thick as Jacob. Tim and Roger had each displayed nine inches of male meat as she'd watched them undress. René watched the faces of the two men immediately after they were nude, and she had removed her own clothing. Standing in only her heels, René firmly believed the men had grown an inch longer when viewing her nudity. René's sex was covered in a triangular shaped thatch of maiden hair. The curls of hair crowning her vulva was perhaps two inches wide above her pussy and tapered to disappear half way down each of her labia. René's maiden hair was the same as it had been since she first started growing her sex rug when she was nearly thirteen. The fine reddish gold of her muff had excited her husband the first time he observed it on their wedding night, and he ejaculated as he stood in front of her, René recalled. The new bride had watched the thick white cream shoot from her husband of only a few hours. At first it scared René, and then she knew a certain fact, "My darling husband got excited and came just seeing me nude." René understood her just married husband was viewing her maiden hair, and he told her, "Your hair only goes part way down your sex, do you trim it that way my love?" Now at forty-one, the housewife was listening as the man called Roger spoke out to his friends, "Damn, look at her hair, it shines and sparkles when the light hits it, and it only grows down her pussy a short ways." Jacob asked, "Do you trim it that way or it grows that way, lovely one?" "The way you see it is the way it grows, are you disappointed?" "No, and if you two don't mind, I will have my turn with the pretty lady," Tim spoke up. For a few minutes it was strictly foreplay, then her sensitive breasts were being sucked and when René felt a finger parting her labia and sliding up into her body, she shuddered. Perhaps a total of three minutes passed and then she was stretched out on her back, and René knew it was time to stop the man, or she would be having sex with only the third man in her life. "Ohhhh, easy... it has been so long... god your going in me, slow down, please let me feel you slide up in me slow and gentle... yes, like that... Tim... Tim, I'm coming... your so big!" In less than a minute of being penetrated, and Tim moving his large nine inches of manhood deep into her body and then withdrawing, and the pounding of his pubic bone against her clitoris, René was shouting out her climax. Her hips bumped up from the motel bed, and she cried out twice as her body gave the man his pleasures, and the married woman felt his semen squirting up into her sex, not once but five times she knew his liquid was shot into her body. Before she was fully recovered, Roger was between her legs and the man did not take her gently, but hurriedly and with a hard thrust. René did not climax this time, but she loved the hard and forceful strokes as the large man pounded into her and struck hard between her lovely legs. This time, when Roger pulled out of her sex, Jacob immediately was between her legs and on her. He jammed his large 14 inches of male meat up her small sex, and René thought only how thankful she was that the other two men had shot lots of cream up into her sex. Then they rested for a half hour or so, and poured drinks and enjoyed the expensive Johnny Walker Blue Label over ice. When Tim and Roger rode her the second time, she was beginning to feel just a tinge of soreness from the large penises the three men had shoved up her pussy. ** Passing through Eric's mind was the fact his wife looked just like his sister when she was twelve and thirteen. Eric had accidentally viewed his sister one afternoon when they were getting dressed to meet their parents for dinner. The look on his 17 year old face was one of surprise as he took in the small tiny breasts that were only puffy pink caps on what later would be her breasts. There was a small scattering of hair just beginning to grow at the top of her immature sex. "Sorry Pansy, I didn't mean to walk in on you; I didn't think anyone was in the bathroom." When Pansy did not move or tell him to leave the bathroom, Eric looked more closely at his young sibling. "You're getting really cute, Sis, you best watch out or some boy will be hitting on you." "Big brother, you’re funny, and look at your thing - it must like me as it is pointing at me... is that what a hard on is?" "Yeah, how do you know about such things, are you messing around with guys?" "No, but my friends and I talk. I'm still a virgin and will be until the day I get married?" Pansy, you have cute breasts and I like the hair just starting to grow on your pussy." When his sister started to walk past him to leave the bathroom, Eric about died as she reached out and grabbed his throbbing erection. Her small hand continued to hold his meat and suddenly shot his cum all over her body. "Oh, Pansy, you made me cum! You're the first girl to touch me or make me cum!" When he next saw his sister nude, Pansy was thirteen years old and her body had produced the first evidence of how she would grow into a sensual woman. In her first teen year, Pansy had nice 32-A breasts and her mons was covered at the very top with a small growth of brown straight hairs. Eric and Pansy had been left home alone for the weekend as their parents had flown to Boston for a weekend. They had left Friday morning and that evening a strong storm passed through their community and Pansy had ran into her brother's room and crawled into bed with him. The eighteen year old boy was sort of watching television, but mainly reading a book he was doing a book report on for school, while the storm's violent winds were driving wind and hail against the house. When he saw his sister run into his room, Pansy was wearing only her panties, and nothing else to cover her nudity. There were no sexual ideas passing through Pansy when the winds became so strong and the sounds of the thunder and the flash of lightning caused her to seek protection with her brother. Within moments, the siblings heard a horrendous crashing sound outside the house, and they both jumped from the bed and ran to look out the window. The large tree next to the sidewalk in the front of their home had blown over and had hit the neighbors van. They saw that people were looking out their windows but the wind and lightning was so fierce they weren't safe in going outside. "Let's get back in bed, I'm scarred Eric," Pansy said as she had hugged her brother tightly to get his protection. Once they were back in bed, Pansy pressed her adolescent form against him, and he could feel her quiver in her fear of the storm. Another crashing sound outside caused them to jump from bed and once more to see what had occurred this time. "Look, the tree across the street has blown over and hit the DeWeiss house," Eric excitedly told his sister. "I better call mom and dad so they know we're okay. When he tried to call on the phone, the line was dead, so he picked up his cell phone and called his parents from his own phone. "Hello, Eric, why are you calling us, is something wrong," his mother asked when she saw his number appear on her cell phone "Yeah mom, there is a real bad storm, we are okay, but the tree in front of the house blew over and hit the Drake's van, and just now the tree across the street just blew down and hit the DeWeiss house, and they are all outside, but it is a mess." Eric told his mother how the regular phone was not working, and just then the electric went out. He spoke for another ten minutes and then his mother asked how Pansy was. "Eric, get your sister, and you two sleep together and you make sure you sister is okay." Eric listened as his mother told him, "If you have any other problems you can us, okay?" They got back under the covers, and the darkness of the night made Pansy even more afraid, and then she was soon hugging her brother tighter as the wind blew around the house. The contact of her breasts and her panty covered sex was causing Eric to become excited, and he soon found his cock pushing against his sister's sex. Slowly Eric moved his arm around his sister and pulled her to him and he commenced to bump his erection against her pubic area. Moving his hand up, he cupped her naked breasts and instead of hearing her ask him to stop touching her, Pansy whispered, "I like your hand on me, ohhhh, Eric, would you like me to take my panties off?" When Eric moved his sister onto her back and moved on top of her now fully nude body, he pressed his erection to the small notch between her legs, and the end of his cock entered her young sex. "Eric, oh wait it hurts, we can't have sex... by then it was too late and his cock was pressing against her hymen and Eric shoved as hard up his sister's little twat as he could. "Noooo, oh stop, Eric, your hurting me... no, I don't want sex, stop it Eric..." By the time their parents could return due to the storm damage at the local airport, it was another four days, and by then, Pansy had grown fond of having her brother shove his cock back and forth in her small pussy. When Pansy was 16 years old, she had become an expert at providing sex, and it was on a professional level. One day Pansy got a fake identification card, birth certificate and driver's license and left for Nevada. Pansy found work in a brothel and lived the life of a working girl for five years, then left the sex industry with the accumulated wealth she'd earned, the majority of which was not noticeable on a tax return. For Pansy, she found it easy to fuck the brothels financially, as they fucked her out of the fifty percent of what she charged the John, she found out that she was required pay "rent" for the room, tip outs for the maids, taxi drivers, who in turn kicked money back to the madam, and even limo drivers who could sell a line for the girls who were locked in the house until her three weeks duty was up. The working girls usually took their week off during their period, but Pansy had found when she was on an outdate, she could do him in his hotel room. After giving the trick his required time, Pansy could hit the casinos, and do a trick and pocket a couple of hundred, before calling the house and having them pick her up. The girls knew a lot of the employees working the tables and bars in the casinos and when they were on an out date or during their week off, they would give the casino employee a "free piece" and she would be set up with Johns wanting a quick piece. The best ones happened when a John had hit it big and he was willing to share his wealth in knowing he could get the girl "cheaper" in the casino than at the ranches. The girls were pissed about the cost of their medical exams each month, as they were required to keep AIDS and other diseases from the customers, but hell, the tests were a week late. When Pansy had her customer in her wired for sound room, she would whisper how she would do the trick for an extra hundred and not make him use a condom. Even the security guards got a percentage of her fifty percent when she did a party in the private party rooms. Other costs that weren't noted when she was hired seemed to keep cropping up, and finally Pansy determined that she was lucky to get 15 to 20 percent of her supposedly fifty percent. Pansy found the life in the brothel mostly boring, as she worked from eleven at night until eleven the next morning and on Friday and Saturday, from nine until eleven the next morning. The hours dragged if the shit was slow, but when she hit the guys in the parlor or bar, she would tell them she would do them special if they went along on the amount they were paying. The sexy looking Pansy had determined if she could fool the John into showing his driver's license, she knew he wasn't a mark planted by the asshole brothel owner to see if the girls were skimming. During her first six months in the brothel she did not like some of the men as they were dirty or their dicks weren't clean, and especially those from the desert countries. Those she made wash their dicks before she would even do a pecker check. Then, to her amazement one afternoon, Pansy discovered her real reason for starting the life of a working girl, her brother had taught her to fuck, and she loved it each time, and then she found older guys on the sidewalk that would pay her money to fuck her. Five years after starting her sex career in the brothels, Pansy decided she had fucked enough and wanted a different life. So at 21 years of age, and she calculated 6,000 men later, plus most likely 50 women, she wanted something normal in life, and after a trip to New York City, returned home. ** Viewing the three men in the nude when they initially had undressed, and she had only met them a few hours before, it was obvious they could see that she had hair growing part way down her sex. The housewife and mother knew that the men were looking at her toned thighs that were hiding what assuredly was a small grotto they wanted to enter. Then her mind froze as the third man eased his underwear down over his legs and before her was a man's weapon that froze her in fear before it had even been shoved up her pussy. No way, René thought, no man alive can have that much cock hanging between his legs. Hell he must be at least 14 inches long, and shit; he is as big around as a drinking glass. "Guys, there is no way I can take that monster, so I'll try you two, but not a cock that damn large.” Now René was taking her sixth fucking of the evening and this time she was being fucked in a brutal fashion. The first time Jacob had shoved up her pussy, she could move her body as she wished, but now she was being subjected to a violent fuck, and with her legs up on the man's shoulders. René was sobbing for him to stop, let her legs down, and then she cried out, "Your cock is so fucking big, take it out or something for a little while, I can't take any more, god stop, let my legs down." "You like it don't you little one, you like having 14 inches of hard dick up your little cunt, tell me... you like being fucked by this cock,... fuck... fuck... fuck... you're the smallest female I have ever fucked, oh hell you are so fucking tight... I'm getting my nuts, I'm cumming in you... aughhhh, fuck, guys, who wants her next?" After going off the large cock simply shrunk until it eased from the small sex and the nearly non-existent of labia on René's body. Her legs ached, and the muscles had been stretched and twisted in a way she could never have imagined. Never before had her legs been pushed up on a man's shoulders during sex, and with the large size of the man they felt like they would be torn from her body. René knew only one thing, her body was beyond any sense of feeling, she was totally fucked out. Six times her pussy had been plowed by the large cocks, and the one that was overly large. The three men were sitting on the bed looking down at the woman and they watched as her body was still shaking in the throes of orgasm. The petite body was lying with her legs spread open and her youngish looking sex was slowly giving out the six loads of cum that had been planted deeper up her pussy than it had ever experienced. Tim looked closely at the small lips on the pussy, and speaking softly told his friends, "Look at her pussy, it is quivering, and her small ass is shaking... hell I think she is still climaxing." René heard the voices, but was so enthralled in enjoying the afterglow of sex, that she understood that the man was correct; her body was still sharing the strong and now weakening climaxes. The tapering off of cumming for the housewife was strange, and she had no idea that a female body could accept such hard pounding fucks and still survive. My god I feel like I'm split open from that monster of a man's thing was driven so deep in me, I feel like it hammered my stomach. "Would one of you hand me my drink... god you guys fucked me to death... it has been nearly two years since I last had a man, my husband ignores me now." "Little one, you are absolutely perfect and beautiful, hell I would marry you in a minute," Jacob spoke softly as his hands caressed the firmness of her breasts. ** The four of them were now hungry and called for a pizza to be delivered. When the pizza arrived, Jacob slipped on his slacks and answered the door. The four of them sat around the table in the room and enjoyed the extra- large five topping pizza. After eating the pizza, Jacob stood up and turned the chair around that René was seated in, and kneeled down and commenced eating her pussy. She scooted forward on the chair seat, and in a few minutes had her legs over the man's broad shoulders and was soon grabbing his head in her hands and pulling his face against her femininity. "Jacob, I'm cumming oh god that is so good... yes, I'm cumming... make me cum... aughhhh... now!" Her body was still shaking from the strong climax she had just received, and René felt her self being picked up and placed on her hands and knees on the bed. "No... Jacob, you too big... I can't take you like that... ohhhh, god, be easy... aughhhh.... Jacob be gentle... this is my first time like this... nooooo, nooooo... your killing me, your too big!" René was letting the large man know his 14 inches of cock was filling her and striking her in places a cock had never been before. "Jacob, god you're so deep, so deep... your fucking me in places a cock has never touched before... aughhhh, ohhhhh wait... you are so deep..." No sooner was Jacob done taking the petite woman doggie style that Tim took her the same way. René continued to sob out her passions and feelings of hurt and pleasure. "I don't know if it hurts or feels good any more... just fuck me... fuck me!" After feeling the first cock of the evening that had started the night of unabashed sex leaving her pussy, René felt Roger move behind her and bury his dick deep in her body. When he pulled completely back out of her pussy, she was disappointed and have shouted out, "No, put it back up in my... not in my ass... no, I've never done that... ohhhhh it burns... god your splitting my ass apart... help me... one of you make him stop... my ass, it hurts... no more... aughhhh!" René fell forward on the bed and her body continued to hump up and down after Roger had pulled his cock from her shrinking ass. The three men could not get over how she was moving as if she was still fucking. Never in their lives had they experienced sex as they had this night. Still they watched and listened as the small round buttocks, as if they belonged on a 13 or 14 year old girl, and not a woman of 41. Then a wailing sound came from the woman, as she asked, "Jacob, do my ass..." Moving to the woman, Jacob picked her up as if she was only a football. Carrying her over to the table, he placed a pillow on the table top, and then laid her on the furniture with her legs hanging toward the floor. Jacob's large hands pulled the small buttocks apart, and before his eyes he saw the still partly open sphincter of the smallish woman, and he aligned his thick cock at the round brownish muscle. "AUGHHHHH, OH HELL YOU'RE KILLING ME... AUGHHHH!!" and as he drove thick over sized erection up the woman's ass he felt her go limp. "Hell guys, I think she passed out. For five minutes, Jacob rode the woman's ass, and when she regained her consciousness, he made her know she was being butt-fucked the hardest and deepest she likely would ever know. Shooting his cum up her ass, Jacob could feel her gripping his manhood with her anal muscles and then dumped his load of cum up her ass. ** The guys left around four in the morning, after each had once more enjoyed her pussy. René woke from a deep and sound sleep to the sounds of someone knocking on the motel door. Then she made out what was being said, "Housekeeping, time to checkout." Glancing at the clock, René saw it was 11:30 and called out that she would be leaving in a half hour. Walking into the bathroom, she found it impossible to use the toilet except to urinate. "My god, my sex and butt are so sore, was it a dozen times, no I think it was fifteen times they rode me, and each took my butt... god I must have been crazy to have agreed to such a night of sex," René spoke out loud to her self. "Eric, you asshole, wherever you are at this moment, I hope you can hear me telling you that we are finished." ** Thinking back to when she was twenty-five, René recalled flying to San Francesco to meet up with Eric who had been working in Guam in the Mariana Islands for three months on some military project installing global radar tracking units. They were going to enjoy a week long second honeymoon, in the city, and René remembered how she had become so fidgety without sex after only one month. The three months of taking care of the children and sleeping alone had started to take its toll on the attractive mother, and she reasoned that she and her darling husband could make up for lost time. When she checked into the hotel, she was surprised to learn that Eric had not arrived, but decided that the long flight from Guam could account for his not greeting her. The desk clerk handed René an envelope with a message inside. Opening the envelope the message was brief, "At the last minute, I was offered the chance to spend another three months on Guam on the project, so will not be able to meet you, Eric." Under her breath René said, "You bastard, not even an, "I love you," and you decided this without consulting me." Once she was in her room, René was so mad, that she didn't cry, but thought how she might just as well enjoy the week in the city she had always wanted to visit. Undressing in her room, René lay down on the bed and was soon sleeping a troubled sleep, and when she awoke, it was nearly half past six in the afternoon. Taking a long hot and soaking bath with liquid gel she found in the room. René stood under the shower and rinsed off the gardenia scented suds, and even after drying off, her body gave off the fragrance and she made a mental note to purchase some of the gel if possible from the hotel. It was nearly eight by the time she dressed, and René remembered she had decided to wear the stockings and garter, and matching bra, and no panties, she had brought along to dress up to have dinner with her husband. Instead, she recalled, "I'll wear it out by myself, and find a nice restaurant to enjoy dinning out on my first night in San Francisco. Taking a taxi to the restaurant recommended by the bell captain, René knew she was attractive looking, and when she stepped into the taxi, she did not consider how her dress had shown her spread legs as she stepped into the cab. The look on the hotel doorman's face told her that the 18 or 19 year old boy must have seen all the way to her sex. When she arrived at the restaurant, she was careful to keep her legs together when she swung them out of the cab. Telling the maitre'd she wished a table near the front center of the restaurant, René listened as he informed her, "They are all tables for four or more, madam, but I have a nice table on the side near the back of the restaurant." "Sir, let me assure you that I don't run a whore house so don't call me madam, and secondly, I want a table like I asked for, and if you can't offer me such, let me speak with the owner, as I just might purchase the restaurant and you will be the first person out of a job." "I will see what I can do for you but it will be about a half hour, would you care to wait in the lounge?" René looked at the fiftyish year old man and replied, "Fine, and would you ask the owner, and if he isn't here, the manager to see me in the lounge?" Looking at the man, she told him, "You may tell him Mrs. Shannon is waiting to see him." "Before I forget to mention it, I always tip the host after I have eaten, in the event I find I have been seated poorly." Smiling, René carried her white lie a little more and told the pompous ass, "I was taught that by one of the Kennedy women while I was vacationing in Palm Beach once." When the owner arrived in the lounge, he greeted René in a warm voice, and she asked if he had a moment that he could join her. "I'm René Shannon, and I will be in town on executive business for the coming week, and I hope to enjoy my dinners here nightly." René soon was informing the owner about her experience with his host, and as she listened, was told that her drinks and dinner would be his treat this evening. The Steak Diane was perfect and fixed at her table, and the chive and garlic twice baked potato was superb and the wine was one of the finest reds she had ever tasted. Just before the desert tray arrived, Bernie Youghstine walked over and asked if everything was alright. René liked the elegance of the man, who she found out was 52 years old, and recently divorced. "Would you like to join me, as I hate traveling and having to dine alone?" After a terrific piece of double chocolate cheesecake, with a caramel sauce, they moved to the lounge and enjoyed two glasses of green cream de mint each. "You dress exceeding fashionable Ms Shannon, and your choice of a dress is perfect," Bernie said in a soft voice. After enjoying the second cocktail, they decided to have a cup of black coffee together. By the time it was midnight, René was becoming attracted to the man, and when she was asked if she needed to return to her hotel immediately, she understood where the question was leading. "No, but may I be excused for a moment, I need to find the little girls room." When René returned from the restroom, she had made up her mind, “If he should ask me to sleep with him, I will," she told her self. Instead of asking if she wanted to go to her hotel room, or to his home, Bernie asked if she would like to see his private quarters on the second floor of the restaurant. "I have a private dinning room, which will seat a hundred for dinner on the second floor, and my own apartment, which is where I live." Taking the escalator to the second floor, René was somewhat nervous, then she became at ease as Bernie showed her the dinning room, the complete kitchen and then from there down a long hallway to where his apartment was located at the front of the building. I have two bedrooms in here, and I had a false area build between the dinning room and my apartment, and it provides sound proofing. Viewing the living quarters, René noted the expensive leather furniture and the solid walnut and burl oak dinning table and chairs. Walking into the hallway from the living room into the kitchen, René saw it was complete and evidently could be used to prepare private dinners for Bernie's guests. Entering the hallway to the bedrooms, she saw there was a large bathroom, and then she was surprised to see each bedroom was very large and had its own bath. Leaving the master bedroom, which also looked out onto the street, she was shown a sauna and a large Jacuzzi in a separate room from the Swedish steam room. René asked, "Tell me, do you entertain in your own rooms, Mr. Bernie?" "Yes, in fact I have a private function tomorrow night for some VIPs from D.C. coming here. They will be using my personal area and I assume you can understand why I don't just let anyone know I live here. "Would you like to sample the sauna and Jacuzzi, or just one of them with me?" "Bernie, you might find this hard to believe, but I have only known one man, and that is my husband, so what does one say at a time like this?" Smiling, Bernie took her hand in his and told René, "You only need to say one word, "Yes" and that will answer it all. Looking back at the man, René wondered what it be like to undress in front of another man, but she knew this man was powerful and he likely could get any woman he wished. Smiling back at Bernie, René simply replied, "Yes." As if he was afraid she would change her mind, Bernie reached out and took René in his arms and as he kissed her passionately, eased the zipper down in the back of her dress. Letting the dress fall from to her hips, René eased it over her hips and as it fell to the floor, remembered she was not wearing panties. Unfastening the René's bra, Bernie pulled it down her arms and gazed at the perfect cones sticking out from her chest. "Damn, your breasts are perfect, and I love you maiden fleece." Kneeling down, Bernie unfastened her stockings and rolled each down her leg. Then he unhooked the garter in the back and before him was a woman who looked like a girl who just turned into a teenager. "Your perfect, hell, I feel as if I'm about to be with my 13 year old granddaughter." Before they moved to the sauna and then into the hot tub, Bernie took René on the floor and ate her pussy before fucking her. When his thick cock started up into her body, René sobbed out, "Bernie be gentle... your thick... ohhhhh, easy, god your driving me crazy, I've never been fucked like this... Bernie, you're making me come." They got up from the floor and proceeded to the sauna, and after sitting in the steam room for ten minutes, they rose and eased into the swirling water of the Jacuzzi. René spent the night with Bernie and when returned to her hotel the following morning after a wild night of sex. For the remainder of the week, René enjoyed sex with the powerful built man, and left San Francisco a woman who had experienced more sex in a week's time more than she did with her husband in two months time. René had the memories of that time in her mind during her total marriage, and now it came back to her as she showered after having three men take her in brutal sex. ** Walking into her home after leaving the motel she checked the answering machine and found a call from Regina Martin reminding her of the ladies country club meeting on Thursday. Entering her bedroom, René undressed and slipped on a pair of panties, shorts and a top, but did not put a bra on over her breasts. Her nipples were sore and felt as if they had been chewed off from the action the three men gave them. During the day, as she would bend or stretch to pick something up, René could feel the tenderness in her anus from it being taken three times by the large built men. Anal sex is something I will desire in the future but not once a month. By three in the afternoon, René got in her car and drove to the mall, and as she shopped, enjoyed the stares she received from men as she walked by them. One young boy, who she later found out was seventeen, spoke with her as she enjoyed a cappuccino at the coffee bar. For nearly an hour the two of them spoke together and when he wanted to call her, she replied, "I won't call you, Tike, or allow you to have my phone number, but I come to the mall at least once or twice a week, so if I see you here again, we'll see what happens. Do me a favor, wear slacks and a nice shirt so we can perhaps enjoy eating a meal together." Four more times René met Tike at the mall, but each time declined his offer of going to eat. René noted that he always had on slacks and a shirt. When they spoke about his name, she laughed as he explained it was because his friends like to watch him ride his dirt bike, and he'd crashed several times when he first started competing in riding. Someone had suggested putting training wheels on his bike and it would be a tricycle, so he ended up being called Tike. It was a Sunday afternoon and René was bored setting at home so she drove to the mall. Wearing a skirt and blouse, she looked attractive and she walked to the coffee bar. She had just started to sip her latté when Tike walked over and asked if he could join her. For the next twenty minutes, they enjoyed each other's company, and Tike asked, "Can we go somewhere and eat, it's my eighteenth birthday today." They ate at a TGIF and after the birthday meal they walked from the restaurant and having already discussed going to a motel, René pulled into the nearest one at the interchange at the interstate, and obtained a room. Once they were in the room, René simply undressed and looked at the surprise on Tike's face as she slipped off her panties and stood nude before him. "If you want your birthday present, you should undress and then we can celebrate together, Mr. Tike." When the young boy was undressed, René saw he was well buffed out and had previously told her he was on the wrestling team and also a starting playing for three years on his high school football team. After he they were both nude, René walked the few steps to where Tike was standing and she kneeled down and commenced giving him a blow job. Within a few minutes, René was swallowing the thick cream of the young boy, and after she had gotten him off, took his hand and led him to the bed. Moving onto her back, she took his still erect cock and placed it in the notch of her sex. "Ugh, your something else for a young guy... oh hell... fuck me like that, wait, don't come yet, stop for a minute... make it last... yeah, fuck me, fuck me like that... oh hell Tike I'm ready to cum, come with me... now Tike, cummmm, oh yeah," and as she cried out felt the full length of the young boy's cock push deep in her body and shoot his cum against her womb. Twice more that afternoon and evening Rene allowed her body to be taken and she realized it had been nearly five months since she had been with the former football giants of men. What would it be like to feel them up her openings once again? Dropping Tike off at the mall, she asked him not to tell anyone about their afternoon if he ever wanted to be with her again. ** Six months after being with the men, René was finally able to be alone with her husband when he wasn't on a trip or too busy to speak with her. "Eric, I want a divorce, and no fucking tears because I know you don't love me, and haven't for a long time, besides, who are these charming young boys I see in these photographs?" While speaking to her asshole of a husband, she flipped down the six photos of Eric and the boys, in which they were holding hands or kissing, and in one photo, both. "They aren't what they appear to be, how you got these... I will never divorce you René, never, you belong to me." "Wrong Eric, I have never belonged to you, and here are the divorce papers and you need to sign them, three copies, and wherever you see the arrows on the paper clips." "No way you bitch will I sign divorce papers... ever!" "Fine, I want you to know that copies of these photos will be delivered to the president of the firm where you are employed at nine in the morning, so either you sign, pack your shit and leave this house within the next hour, or my not calling someone will result in the photos being delivered, your choice you gay prick." ** René had dressed in a full skirt and peasant blouse, slipped on a pair of mules, and hadn't worn panties, bra or stockings. Today was her forty-third birthday and had flown to Luxembourg to start a three week driving trip through Europe. René had not set up a firm itinerary, as she wanted to travel at her own pace. The hotel was in the center of town and as she exited the hotel, was amazed at how clean the streets were, and there seemed to be flowers growing everywhere. After Rene` had strolled the sidewalks and looked in store windows, she stopped at a quaint tea house and enjoyed a hot tea and some of the local cookies. Within a few minutes she was speaking to a couple from Phoenix and after they left a couple from Paris. When they heard her name was René, they asked if she was French. For nearly an hour and two more pots of tea, René was in need a restroom. The lady went with René to the ladies room, and after they returned to their table, they said goodbye and perhaps they could meet in Paris. The trip gave the René all she wanted in the way of relaxing and she found that five nights of sex satisfied her during the three weeks. Her favorite place to visit was Louis XIV Versailles, and the thought that someone lived in such grandeur, was impossible to imagine. Even more impressive to René was the fact the place was built in the mid 17th century. Especially when the country was going broke, no wonder some lost their heads. ** Back home and once more involved in activities that did nothing for her, René decided to sell her home and perhaps she move to Belize. Purchasing a small efficiency apartment once she arrived in Belize, and after a month of enjoying the country, René decided to find something to occupy her time. Finally René took a part time job as a hostess in an upscale restaurant she had enjoyed eating in a few times. One evening as she was taking dinner reservations, she saw the large body of Jacob entering the restaurant with another man. When they were in front of each other, Jacob looked at René and said, "No way, my god I stopped by that bar where we met many times hoping to find you there... now I'm here on vacation and find you. After introducing her to his friend, Jacob told her he would wait for her to get off work. Two weeks later they were married, and they both decided to wait and enjoy sex together on their wedding night. END *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 43