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Cisco pertinently
Why Cisco?
1 - MONEY
Compensation @ Cisco consists of:
I) Stock
II)Bonus Plans
III)      Salary
IV)      Relocation
I) Stock
New hire stock: CONSIDER YOURSELF A STOCK WINNER!! NOT ONLY IS EVERY NEW HIRE GRANTED STOCK, BUT YOU ARE ALSO GIVEN THE OPTION TO PURCHASE STOCK. HERE'S HOW IT WORKS...
In order to provide a competitive compensation package to new hire employees, the Compensation Department recommends to the Board of Directors that employees be granted stock options according to their salary grades.
The program grants each employee the right to purchase a specified number of shares of the company's common stock at a specified price for a period of time. In accordance with the plan, 25% of the shares offered vest at the completion of 12 full months of employment, and the balance vests at the rate of 1/48th per month over the next 36 months. There are other vesting schedules and this schedule may not apply to all new hire stock grants for employees who are part of an acquisition.
The price of the stock is the fair market value on the date that the Board of Directors approves the number of offered shares. This is normally done at the first board meeting following an employee's date of hire.
Employee Stock Purchase Plan
After 30 days as an active employee, you are eligible to participate in the Employee Stock Purchase Plan. Participants may enroll and elect to have up to 10% of their total compensation withheld for the purchase of shares at a discounted price.
Purchase periods begin at the start of each calendar quarter.
Ongoing Stock Options
Cisco's ongoing stock option program offers stock options to eligible employees on an annual basis.
Option amounts are determined based on several criteria including relative worth of the employee's position, value of existing options, past performance, and salary grade. Funding for the program is determined annually at the discretion of the Board of Directors.
The timing of the Ongoing Program is set by the Board of Directors and typically occurs around the months of July/August.
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II) Bonuses
Company Performance Award Plan
The purpose of the Company Performance Awards (Quarterly Bonuses) is to acknowledge employees for their contributions to Cisco's success. Awards are presented quarterly. Employees are eligible for Company Performance Awards based on the following criteria:
Typically employees in grades 51-60 and 1-7
On board the first working day of the fiscal quarter for which the bonus is paid
Not on a sales commission or incentive plan
Not on a written warning or Performance Improvement Plan at quarter-end
Performance rating not equal to "N"
Awards are granted as a percentage of an individual's base salary. The percentage is determined quarterly per the Plan based on corporate profit and revenue achievement. In fiscal year 1996 the average pay out was 11.5% of base salary.
-Cisco Achievement Program
The Cisco Achievement Program (CAP) awards are used to encourage and reward exceptional contribution to the achievement of business unit and company goals and objectives. The intent of the program is to maximize positive reinforcement through immediate recognition and promote employee and group effort by including individual and team awards.
Areas of exceptional contribution can include one or more of the following performance categories: customer service, innovation, quality and process improvement, cost reduction, and superior performance typically above and beyond the scope of the job.
Employees and teams can receive cash and non-cash awards valued from $50+; awards beyond $2,000 require executive staff approval. Non-cash awards include gift certificates for Time-Out and the Cisco store, and getaways on Cisco. The award amount should be commensurate with the level of contribution.
Each business unit or sector is given funding equal to 2% of participant payroll at the beginning of each quarter.
Taxes and Deductions:
Cash awards are "grossed up" for taxes so that employees receive the total value of the award. Taxes relating to the award are calculated by the Payroll Department and paid on the behalf of the employee by Cisco. Employee 401(k) and ESPP deductions (if applicable) are withheld from any check awards issued in the amount of $200 or more, and are not included in the "grossed up" amount. If award is distributed by cash or certificate, 401(k) and ESPP deductions will no be withheld from award.
Eligibility:
Regular full-time, part-time, and casual employees of Cisco that are eligible for the Company Performance Award Plan with performance ratings of X or E are eligible. Consulting and Systems Engineers and their managers are also included. Managers in grades 12 or above may receive an award on an exception basis with Vice President approval. Under no circumstances can the initiator by the recipient of the award.
III) Salary
Salary is determined by your GPA, school you went to, previous work experience, current knowledge, and how you interview.
Salary increases at Cisco can happen at anytime. The targeted salary increase is 7% of your current base salary.
IV) Relocation
-30 days temporary living
-Travel to San Jose (via plane or reimbursement for mileage)
-Miscellaneous Cash Allowance (depending on where you live)
Academy overview
In 1993, Cisco embarked on an initiative to design practical, cost-effective networks for schools. It quickly became apparent that designing and installing the networks was not enough - the schools also needed some way to maintain the networks after they were up and running. Cisco Senior Consulting Engineer George Ward developed training for teachers and staff for maintenance of school networks. He soon discovered that the personnel lacked the time required to learn the material, so he moved to the next population of learners in the school - the students themselves. The success of these student seminars led to requests from participating schools across the country for Cisco to develop a curriculum that could be integrated as elective courses taught in a semester format. The formalized curriculum and support activities evolved into the Cisco Networking Academy Program.
The concept proved to be a powerful draw for students, many of whom initially volunteered for classes outside normal school hours. Today, thousands of students coast to coast are pioneering a school-to-work program engineered for a new global economy.
The Solution
Through the Cisco Networking Academy program, high school and college students can learn the information needed prepare them for the Cisco Certified Networking Associate exam. This certification positions them for immediate openings in a talent-hungry job market or for engineering- and science-focused college studies. In a nutshell, the Cisco Networking Academy is a complete, four-semester program on the principles and practice of designing, building, and maintaining networks capable of supporting national and global organizations.
Cisco provides course work for a complete range of basic through advanced networking concepts - from pulling cable, through such complex concepts as subnet masking rules and strategies.
The program uses Regional Academies as hubs, each of which supports a minimum of ten Local Academies. These Regional Academies teach the teachers who oversee programs at the Local Academies under their jurisdiction. The Regional Academies funnel input to Cisco on topics such as individual school performance, curriculum quality and effectiveness, and student progress.
The format for the classes reflects the content: interactive lessons stored largely on the classroom's Cisco Web server. The Academy design also accommodates diverse learning styles. For those who learn by reading, text is available. More visual learners can focus on the course material's extensive graphics and QuickTime movies. To promote development of the personal skills that underpin successful careers, projects require students not only to resolve technical issues but also to successfully address network users' needs.
Local Academies receive mentoring and technical support from the Regional Academies and are backed by SMARTnet? services, a service and support program that provides round-the-clock access to assistance from Cisco's Technical Assistance Center (TAC) and the Cisco Connection Online (CCO) Web site, plus major software and maintenance releases, product documentation updates, and next-day delivery of replacement parts.
Benefits and Results
The Cisco Networking Academy Program is in its first full year at schools. But the pilot semester at one site, Thurgood Marshall Academic High School in San Francisco, provides an indication of the potential impact: more than 25 percent of the students involved in the school's program in Spring 1996 secured summer jobs as a direct result of their single-semester experience.
And for teachers who have seen the early impact on students and their futures, the Academy stands as a model for school-to-work programs.
Dennis Frezzo, technology instructor at Thurgood Marshall says, "In one leap, Cisco has helped us have the most effective school-to-work program I've seen locally, and we're proud of that."
"The energy level of these students is so high, it's hard to find the words to describe it," says Barry Williams, who oversees Regional activities for the Round Valley School District in Springerville, Arizona. "Once, about half of my students had permission to leave school about 20 minutes early. But not a single one left. I talked topologies and media for 90 minutes without a break."
FAQ about academy
What are some of the benefits that the Cisco Networking Academy program can provide to schools and institutions of higher education?
The Cisco Networking Academy Program Market Report [PDF 95K] highlights the application of the Cisco Networking Academy program to high schools, technical schools, community colleges, and universities. The Cisco Networking Academy program provides the opportunity to obtain two levels of certification, Cisco Certified Networking Associate (CCNA) and Cisco Certified Networking Professional (CCNP). Both certifications are designed to meet employment standards for the networking industry.
What are the requirements to be a Regional Academy?
Please download the Regional Academy Requirements Factsheet [PDF 19K].
What are the requirements to be a Local Academy?
Please download the Local Academy Requirements Factsheet [PDF 20K]
What is the difference between a Regional Academy and a Local Academy?
Regional Academies have administrative responsibilities for managing ten Local Academies; they designate a full-time employee to manage the Networking Academy Program; and they attend Cisco training and in turn train their Local Academy instructors. Regional Academies track the equipment inventory of their Local Academies and answer curriculum questions or refer them back to the Cisco Networking Academy team. They also deal directly with the Cisco Networking Academy team.
Local Academies are responsible for having trained instructors who teach the curriculum to students; these instructors supervise students as they design, build, and maintain their school's network.
Can a Local Academy exist without a Regional Academy to support it?
No. Regional Academies provide many services to Local Academies such that Locals cannot exist without a supporting Regional.
Why do Local Academies have to commit to four semesters of classes?
If they don't teach all four semesters, students won't learn all the skills needed to properly support a TCP/IP Ethernet routed and switched network. They also won't learn everything they need to be prepared to take the Cisco Certified Networking Associate exam. Cisco wants to avoid offering incomplete programs.
How are the Regional Academy instructors trained?
Regional Academy instructors are trained by Cisco. The first semester training is eight days, the second semester training session lasts five days, and the third and fourth semesters combined is six days.
Where is the training for the Regional Academy instructors held?
Current training sessions are held in Arizona, Minnesota, North Carolina, California, Florida, and Wisconsin.
How are the Local Academy instructors/teachers trained?
Local Academy instructors/teachers are trained by their Regional Academy trainers.
Who pays travel costs and expenses for the Regional Academy instruction?
The Regional Academy pays any travel costs and expenses for up to two instructors from their Regional Academy to attend training. These costs are passed on to the Local Academies.
May I see a sample of the curriculum?
A sample module of semester one as well as an outline of the four semesters of curriculum are available on the Web site (www.cisco.com/edu).
Do Cisco people install new hardware/software for the Academy, free of charge?
In the training that Cisco gives, Regional Academies are shown how to set up the equipment that is part of the next semester curriculum. The instructors are shown everything they need to install for that upcoming semester. Cisco also provides phone assistance in setting up the lab to Regional Academies who have attended training. Regionals in turn provide assistance to their Local Academies.
May we receive a list of the other pilot schools so we can contact them and see how they have made use of the materials and with what success?
Yes. Contact your local Cisco education account manager.
Are there any prerequisites for the Cisco Networking Academy curriculum, either for the students or for the Regional or Local Academy instructors?
The curriculum assumes no prior knowledge of computers or networks. An eighth grade reading and math proficiency is expected, as well as a desire to learn the curriculum.
What is the status of getting the Networking Academy curriculum approved by State Education Organizations?
Each state has different requirements for curriculum approval. Cisco is not currently engaged in any efforts on its own to gain statewide certification of the curriculum, but we are interested in working with a champion or champions in each state to help us achieve appropriate approval(s).
Are the four courses aimed at being three credits each, and are they sequential in nature; in other words, is the first course the prerequisite for the second, which in turn is the prerequisite for the third, and so on?
They are prerequisite based and are sequential. The courses are designed to be taught one hour a day, five days a week, but the setup can be changed to accommodate block class scheduling.
Are the courses designed to contain any particular number of students per section?
Cisco's only requirement is that there be no more than three students per computer. The optimum is 20 students, but it's possible to have 30, and some even have 35.
Are the students expected to print manuals from the Web, or do they purchase manuals separately?
You wouldn't want to print this curriculum from the Web, since so much of it is interactive with quicktime movies and animation. The materials that are on line are presently meeting teachers' and students' needs.
What kind of controls are there on course materials?
The Regional Academy has no way of controlling what a student does with the materials after they leave school property.
Are the materials copyrighted?
The curriculum is copyrighted. Course materials and handouts are treated like any other type of curriculum would be treated.
Is there any maximum on the number of sections of a Cisco course we can offer?
No. You can offer it as many times as you want, And if you decide that you need a second lab, you may purchase or lease one.
Can we use part of a Cisco course in some existing course that we already offer, such as a concepts course of some kind?
If it's to give an overview to solicit student interest, it's possible. Cisco doesn't want schools to say "We're going to take your curriculum and put it into already existing curriculum and call that the class." From an interest standpoint, it's fine to give some basic overview material, but it can't replace the need to teach the entire curriculum.
Can the Regional Academy use the materials for training its administrative or IS staff, or are the Cisco courses for academic use only?
It can't be the only use of the curriculum, but having IS staff that are trained using the same curriculum is ideal. Staff members familiar with the curriculum could act as mentors to the students.
Are there any restrictions on the use of Cisco courses as a standalone "certificate" vs. being part of the requirements for a two-year degree program (which would have additional requirements, of course)?
People who want to go into the training business are welcome to apply to be a Cisco Training Partner. Cisco's training group wants to add training partners. But Cisco doesn't want the academies to become competitors with local training partners by teaching accelerated courses. This curriculum has been specifically designed and task analyzed for delivery in an academic, semester environment; Cisco wouldn't want someone to try to re-engineer that setup into a five-day-per-week, eight-hour-per-day workshop. The courses in the training partner environment are specifically geared toward that.
What is the name of the Cisco certification that students who complete the four Cisco courses and pass the certification exam earn?
Cisco Certified Networking Associate.
How do we keep our grades and tests safe from students who are working on maintaining our network?
The Networking Academy tests are to be kept on a separate Zip cartridge and inserted in the Cisco Micro Webserver only on test day, and then removed. Also, it is assumed that any secure data within the school is kept on a computer that has security installed on it, such as user ID and password protection.
Do students do any wire pulling in this class?
Yes, students pull wire in the lab and within the school if union and insurance issues allow it. The students should get as much experience in this area as possible.
I am a high school student and I want this curriculum offered at my school; how can I get one started?
To get an academy started in your school, talk to your school's computer teacher, IS manager, principal, or vice-principal. Direct them to the Web site (www.cisco.com/edu) to get more information and to fill out the form to apply to become a Cisco Networking Academy.
I am a post-high school student and want to take these classes; how can I?
Call your local community colleges (computer science, career training, computer networking departments) to see if they are a Cisco Networking Academy. If not, tell them they should be one and direct them to the Web site (www.cisco.com/edu).
Thurgood Marshall Academic High School
Thurgood Marshall Academic High School (TMAHS) was established in 1994 in the economically underdeveloped southeast corner of San Francisco. Focusing on a math, science, and engineering curriculum, the magnet school gives students a rigorous course of academic study with an abundance of college-prep math, science, and English classes plus three semesters of computer and technology electives.
The Cisco Networking Academy curriculum has been integrated into one of three areas for concentrated study selected by all TMAHS students after they reach their junior year. Juniors take Cisco I and II, and seniors complete the program with Cisco III and IV, supplemented by projects and courses in related engineering disciplines. "This is above and beyond what we normally do, but we thought this was an incredible opportunity for the kids," says Frezzo.
According to Jai Gosine, another Academy teacher at TMAHS, "Certification is the biggest benefit" for the school's nearly 70 Cisco Networking Academy students, who are spread among three classes. "Potential employers of students who earn their Cisco Certified Networking Associate status will feel comfortable hiring them," he says, "because they'll know these students have acquired a set of practical, valuable skills."
The Academy is also project-based, with students addressing challenges drawn from the real world of networking - and finding solutions that work, not only in theory but in the model networks built and tested in the lab.
"A lot of people use these clichés, but they're really true," says Frezzo, "The old style of teaching was 'the sage on the stage.' Now we're trying to be the 'guide on the side,' helping in counseling and problem solving.
Senior Ricky Jackson notes, "The lessons aren't based on homework or tests so much. We do more hands-on work."
The project-based learning format helps truly instill skills that otherwise might be forgotten soon after the final exam, Jai Gosine explains. "A student's level of learning is determined by the form of assessment. In our case, it's not how much they can regurgitate, but how much they can do." Adds Frezzo: "Projects provide the ultimate in performance assessments. Was the job complete? Did the network work, with no excuses?"
For Jenica Lee, a TMAHS senior with tentative plans to pursue computer science in college, the interactive, project-based format of the Academy helps students develop into problem solvers. "I think you learn more, because you encounter problems and have to work through them to figure out the solution," Lee observes. "It's also more fun."
The pride is evident in Ricky Jackson's voice as he describes how during their first full semester in the Academy he and 23 fellow team members "wired the San Jose Convention Center for the California Community Colleges in Education Foundation Technology Conference. Die-hard students on the project began early on a Sunday, working eight hours with teachers and Cisco mentors to provide state-of-the-art high-speed Internet access to vendor booths and seminar rooms.
"Vendors, presenters, and the Foundation found it to be an invaluable service," remarked David Springett, the foundation's president. "Cisco's partnership with the high school students demonstrated how private industry's active involvement in education can advance students' skills and future prospects."
"In the advanced courses, the spirit of the curriculum is to make the network self sustaining and apprentice students to the school district," Gosine says. "There's no way school districts have enough money to hire the expertise they're going to need to maintain stable networks. This is a way to accomplish that goal. It's a win for everyone involved."
Academy students also will be applying their skills in local middle and elementary schools, which "makes the vision of 'Internet everywhere' more attainable," Frezzo says.
Cisco Academy Recent News
Cisco Kids: High School Networking Classes Pay off
Shanley Rhodes, InfoWorld Electric
Like many high school graduates about to embark on a four-year college education, 18-year-old Tameca Smith spent last summer earning money for the coming year's expenses. But unlike other recent graduates, Smith was not flipping burgers or watching over the pool. Instead, she was helping train high-school teachers from across southeastern North Carolina about the basic principles of networking. (1998)
Time Warner Announces First Corporate Sponsorship of Cisco Systems' Networking Academy Program
Company Press Release, Business Wire
Time Warner Inc. and Cisco Systems Inc. have signed a groundbreaking agreement to establish programs at 10 New York City public high schools that will teach students to design, build and maintain computer networks, leading to high-paying jobs in the private sector. (9/28/98)
More Computer Experts Needed
Jason Blevins, Denver Post
As hundreds of rural and urban schools across the state merge onto the information superhighway, school administrators and principals are scrambling to find skilled personnel who can manage the often daunting networking systems. (6/17/98)
Cisco Plans Networking Academies In Philippines
Erwin Lemuel G. Oliva and Henry L. Pagauitan, Metropolitan Computer Times
Cisco has been working closely with the Philippine government, particularly with education agencies, as the company introduces the Cisco Networking Academy program to high schools in the Philippines. (5/19/98)
Garner High Trains Young Networkers
Chris O'Brien, The News & Observer
While most high school students are satisfied with surfing the Internet, students at Garner High School in North Carolina are learning how to build it through the guidance of the Cisco Networking Academy program. (5/7/98)
Vocational Education Goes High Tech
Yvonne Simons, WRAL Online
In addition to traditional vocational education courses in automotive mechanics, cosmetology, and carpentry, high schools are now giving students hands-on training in the computer networking industry. (5/6/98)
Everybody Learn Cisco
Randolph Court, Wired News
"What began as one man's effort to train staff for school networks has blossomed into an ambitious international program to provide professional training for an entire generation of students." (5/1/98)
New Computer Networking Youth Apprenticeship to Start in Fall
Wisconsin Department of Workforce Development, News Release
Gov. Tommy Thompson today announced an agreement by the State with Cisco to bring high-tech education and training across the state. The youth apprenticeship program is one part of that effort. (4/30/98)
Still in School? Check Out the New Shop Class.
Washington Post
The Post highlights the Cisco Networking Academy program in their "Guide to Going High-tech Guide." (4/22/98)
Marshall University and Cisco Systems Launch Regional Networking Academy
Cisco Systems, Inc.
The "Schools to Work" movement in West Virginia received a major boost with the announcement that Marshall University has been selected as the state's first Cisco Regional Networking Academy. (4/17/98)
Computer Giants Look to Students
Mary Ann Zehr, EdWeek
Student and teacher excitement surrounds information-technology training programs such as the Cisco Networking Academy program, which teaches students how to design and build computer networks. (4/15/98)
Internet High School
Jennifer Jones, Civic.com
San Francisco's Thurgood Marshall Academic High School is one of Cisco's first Networking Academies, a program that aims to equip inner-city and rural high school students with employable skills while stocking the information technology work force. (4/1/98)
Cisco Establishes Networking Academies in Inner City Schools
Robert Bellinger, Electronic Engineering Times
Cisco Systems establishes Cisco Networking Academies in inner-city high schools to train and certify students to design, build, and maintain computer networks. (3/16/98)
Vice President Gore Praises Networking Academies
Cisco Systems, Inc.
Vice President Gore praises Cisco Systems' commitment to place Networking Academies in all Empowerment Zones by end of 1998. (2/26/98)
Virginia Community College System Announces Partnership with Cisco Systems to Provide High-Tech Training
Cisco Systems, Inc.
Lieutenant Governor John Hager officially signs a Letter of Commitment to establish Cisco Networking Academies at community colleges and high schools throughout Virginia. (2/25/98)
The Skills Gap
Kelly Barron, Forbes Magazine
Companies in manufacturing, financial services, and high-tech industries are experiencing shortages of skilled-labor. To address the challenge, Cisco Systems has developed an educational program that teaches students information-technology skills. (2/23/98)
Action On IT Skills Gap
Karen M. Carrillo, Information Week Online
In an effort to increase the supply of IT workers, Cisco Systems and Oracle both launch initiatives to improve high school- and college-level training. (11/24/97)
Video News Release
Cisco Systems, Inc.
This two-minute video describes the Cisco Networking Academy program as the "Shop of the 21st Century." (11/4/97)
Cisco's Kids Dive into Labor Pool
Andrew Zajac, San Francisco Examiner
Cisco is training students to become Internet technicians which not only provides convenient, on-site skilled labor for maintenance of Cisco-installed school computer networks but also increases the nation's supply of network technicians. (10/19/97)
Tech Labor Pool Shallow -- Cisco Systems tries to reverse the trend by training future candidates
Casey Wian, CNNfn
Students at Dorsey High School in Los Angeles are learning theory, hardware, and applications of computer networking. Cisco now has 57 academies in high schools and junior colleges in seven states, and expects to have more than 400 nationwide by next year. (10/9/97)
Job-Training Initiative Aims to Fill High-Tech Slots
Joetta L. Sack, Education Week
Cisco Systems launches an education initiative which prepares students for the increasing number of available information-technology jobs. (10/8/97)
S.F. Students Network on Capitol Hill - Senator Boxer Leads High-Tech Forum with San Jose Firm
Carolyn Lochhead, San Francisco Chronicle
Students from Thurgood Marshall High School in San Francisco joined with San Jose's Cisco Systems in Washington yesterday to push technology in public schools. (10/2/97)
Press Release
Cisco Systems, Inc.
Cisco Systems Chairman of the Board, John Morgridge, announces the nationwide launch of the Cisco Networking Academy program at a press conference in Washington, DC. (10/1/97)
Title: System Engineer 
Location: Beijing
Dept/Division: Worldwide Sales-Asia
Requisition:
Description:
Familiar with cable TV related technology such as HFC/SDH preferred TCP/IP or WAN or Access Server technology, with minimum 3 years engineering/installation/pre-sale experience.
You will work closely with the Cisco Account Managers, providing pre-sales technical and network design support to Cisco partners and customers alike. You will be called on to make technical presentations, answer technical questions regarding specific applications, as well as to support customer installations and configurations. As with all positions at Cisco, you will be a part of the company recently ranked (Fortune-Jan '97) as the 25th best company to work for in the U.S.
Contact: Sylvia P.S. Chong:
Posted to CCO: Dec 17
Title: North China Regional 2-tier Channel Manager
Location: Beijing
Dept/Division: Worldwide Sales-Asia
Requisition: 800131
Description:
To develop and sell through the 2nd-tier resellers in the North China area - 3 Provinces in Northeast China, Shangdong and Henan. Work with Territory AM in Enterprise to cover the above geographical area through 2-tier sales model.
2+ years sales experience in networking company, preferable in the 2-tier channel management; 2+ years experience in China IT distribution business; Sound sales record.
Contact: Sylvia P.S. Chong: schong@cisco.com
Posted to CCO: Dec 17
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Another problem is even more irritating to me: trying to dial-up my ISP just to get a repeated busy modem signal. Once I got a connection, I don want to be disconnected. Ok I selfish, but I抳e already paid my subscription fee!
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Shelly Zhu from Jiangsu
"The province I was born in is famous for its pretty girls. Ever since I can remember people have been raving about by [fish5] beauty. My parents saved up to buy me the right kind of clothes, and they entered me in every type of beauty contest they could find. I won lots of prizes and wore the crown many times."
"At first being recognized for my beauty made me happy and excited. I loved hearing compliments and getting applause. But in time the thrill wore off and I began to get tired of people always talking about my looks. They would treat me like an inanimate[fish6]  object, a thing. Even one of the titles I won, "The Jewel of Jiangsu" describes me as something hard and cold-a shiny precious stone."
"I was always supposed to look and act perfect. My parents were so strict about who I dated that men didn't dare try and seduce me. They treated me like a doodad or statuette which they liked to be seen with in public. "I am a flesh and blood woman.," I wanted to cry out, "strip my clothes off and make love to me!"
"Finally I know I had to get away. In spite of[fish7]  my parents' protests I took my prize money and moved to a place of my own. I enrolled in art school, and now like every other young girl I have a boyfriend and a sex life. I even shaved all the hair off my pussy as an act of independence. I posed for these photos to prove once and for all that I am a flesh and blood woman, not an object, and I hope you experience me as such."
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Kate Sing from Hong Kong
"I work very hard as an investment banker in Hong Kong. Not too many women are in this field. I was able to get into it because of my father’s and grandfather's influence. My work is very exciting, but it's nerve-wracking too. As a woman I have to constantly fight prejudices and stereotypes, and I have to constantly prove myself on the job front."
"By the time the weekend comes, I'm ready to jump out of my skin, my nerves are shot. I'm exhausted, but I'm too keyed up to sleep. The best way I've found to relax is to do sports. The second best way is to have sex. Since I don't have a boyfriend now, I have to do both all by myself."
"I go to my special weekend retreat in the country.[fish8]  My grandmother left me a small cottage out in the middle of nowhere. It's perfect, because there's no one to see me or bother me. I go skateboarding for hours, and on hot days I skateboard in the nude! It's a fun way to get exercise and work up a good sweat. I love it!"
"Exercising in the nude gets me sexually aroused. At times I lie back on the grass and masturbate myself to a deep, satisfying cum. Other times I lay my wet, naturally hairless cunt down on the skateboard and literally skate my way to a wild, slippery climax! It's a good thing it's deserted here, or I'd probably get arrested!"
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Some Amativeness stories
CLUBISLAND
Peeping Guide
Reproduced from V-Man's homepage for your enjoyment
All material within this webpage is copywritten 1996 by V-MAN !!
OK, here's the UK Peeping Guide in full - and there's a lot of it! If you want to use extracts for your web page feel free.... If anyone wishes to *contribute* to the Guide they can e.mail me via the anon server at an284654.
The following are extracts from A PEEPERS GUIDE - The Why, How, Where and When of Voyeurism. UK EDITION. 1.4 - SEPTEMBER '95
TOPICS INCLUDE:
- What is voyeurism?
- "Accidental" peeping. Places Props Techniques
- "Planned Peeping" Equipment Places Techniques
- The Legal Position
1. The attraction of voyeurism.
What is the appeal of voyeurism? Why is it an undeniable fact that a woman taking her clothes off at a strip-show is entertaining but unlikely to inspire many erections? Strange but true. Yet if the same woman crossed her legs on the way home and inadvertently gave a brief view of her panties most men catching that fleeting glimpse would feel a distinct stirring of the loins?
The answer is, of course, that the glimpse of panty as a woman crosses her legs, the fleeting, unintended exposure of a nipple, is "forbidden fruit", a prize to be treasured all the more for the fact that it was given without consent. The stripper and the female nudist give consent for men to look at their bodies the woman who displays her panties by accident does not.
So a simple definition of voyeurism is "looking without consent". The following is an attempt to make those "looks" more frequent and better quality.
It may be obvious but the more you look, the more you see and the more you put yourself in good "peeping positions" the better the chances of a result. Every time I go to the bank to cash a check (and I always go INTO the bank a cash dispenser may be quick and efficient but until machines grow breasts the real live teller has the advantage every time!) I always try and pick the till which has the female cashier with the lowest neckline. Turning around to get the notes from the till, leaning forward to pass the money over they all provide the chance that the top of her blouse may gape a little and if you are in the right place at the right time.......
Some clothes stores still have those changing cubicles which have only a thin curtain to serve as a door and they never quite stretch all the way across do they? A hint hold a couple of garments in your hand and look as if you are waiting for your companion to emerge from the changing room. I've seen bare breasts, bare buttocks and endless numbers of women dressed only in their bra and panties. Shoe shops are perhaps the panty-spotters idea of heaven! The combination of a woman sitting on a chair constantly lifting her feet to put on and take off shoes and a wealth (if you're lucky!) of low-placed, angled mirrors mean that it is a poor day if you don't get a view of at least one pair of panties every five minutes or so. OBSERVATIONS: Slim women with small breasts are likely to show more and are good for "breast sightings" either "down the front" neckline views or side-on" armhole views because their breasts are higher and, when a blouse or top falls forward, their tits stay where they are and you can look into the gap created. Brassieres will spoil the view especially from the side but check for the outline of straps and if she seems to be bra-less your chances of a good view are greatly enhanced. Small busted women are also more likely to go "unsupported" than their bigger breasted sisters. Larger women find it difficult to keep their legs together when they squat down and are best for "panty sightings" look for the plump supermarket assistant squatting down to clear up a spillage or load the bottom shelf. Plump thighs are harder to keep together and I've seen plenty of panties in this situation. One voyeur sees up the skirt of an assistant in his local "Waitrose" almost every other week and she wears stockings too!! The older they get, the more careless they get. Women of 50 are much more likely to sit with their legs apart. (NB .. since writing this I got lucky with a woman of just that age who was sitting on a low wall by a bus-stop. A great view, up a knee-length red dress, of stocking tops, thighs and pale blue panties all because she was sitting with her knees higher than her bottom and her feet apart. She had her dress pulled modestly down over her knees and was quite unaware that I could see up underneath it. The bus didn't arrive for about 10 minutes!!) Light summer dresses become see-through when the light is behind them - just ask Princess Diana! Almost as good as an up skirt view. Surprisingly, long skirts can sometimes give better views than short ones. A woman in a mini-skirt sitting on the grass in the classic "knees up and together, feet apart" position will probably be aware that she could show her panties and will often hold her skirt against her. A short, tight skirt will cling to the back of her thighs anyway, blocking the view. A woman in a "below the knee", loose skirt, on the other hand, will often assume that the length of her skirt means that she is safely covered. Of course, although the front* of her legs may be covered to below her knees, the back of her skirt will be on the grass and the *back* of her legs often right up to her panties will be on view.
None of the activities in Part 1 of this guide could be construed as illegal but now we enter the murkier waters of "planned peeping" where the voyeur sets up the situation. Here we may be taking a few risks with the law but intent would have to be proved.
(see Legal Notes at end)
Equipment. Anyone can buy "peeping equipment" quite legally. The fact that you don't intend to go bird watching with your new binoculars or study astronomy with your recently purchased telescope is no-one's business but your own. So a brief description of what's available.
Telescopes
These range from ordinary "spotter" scopes with a magnification of up to x30 to large astronomy 'scopes with magnifications in excess of x1000. The spotter type is ample for spying on, say, the bedroom window of the house across the street and a reasonable quality one with zoom feature and tripod (vital unless you have incredibly steady hands) should cost no more than 150 pounds. The larger, astronomy 'scopes enable you not only to watch a woman over a mile away remove her brassiere but also enable you to see what size she takes by reading the label! Many of them will also enable you to capture the moment on film as they have the facility to attach a camera without interfering with your view. Unfortunately they often display the image upside-down and, in many cases, cost a lot of money. They are useless for peeping at anyone less than 400 yards away you'll get a great close-up view of her nipple but you'll never get a whole breast in view at one time because the magnification is just too great. Binoculars are available to suit all budgets the more you pay the better the quality. Go for a reasonable magnification x10 or x12 is ideal and look for ones that can be mounted on a tripod. A tripod is a must it keeps the binoculars steady (leaving your hands free for other things!!) and it means you can leave the binoculars aimed at your target for hours on end. A "zoom" facility is very useful cover the whole house with the smaller magnification and then zoom in to concentrate on the interesting window close in on the woman as she undresses close right in on her breasts as she removes her brassiere etc. A pair which will "zoom" from 7x to 25x can cost as little as 90 pounds. Binoculars also give a 3D image, unlike the flat image of a telescope. Night vision binoculars are now available. They are *very* expensive and only for the dedicated (and rich!) peeper. You don't have to spend a lot of money to get results. I once lived in a house that overlooked the back of a hotel which was some 100 yards away. It is a strange fact that women seem to think that once they are above the second floor they no longer need to draw the curtains before undressing they seem to be unaware of the existence of telescopes or binoculars. Anyway, most of the rooms at the back of the hotel were given over to staff quarters for chambermaids etc. During one summer season I saw countless women, mainly in their late teens and early twenties, stripping off without a care and, on one memorable occasion, I watched as one young lady bent naked over a chair while her boyfriend gave her an energetic screwing from behind. All this through a secondhand telescope bought for twenty pounds from a local second-hand shop.
Mirrors
A small hand-mirror. Can be used to look up skirts, especially on elevators. Superdrug sell a credit card sized mirror for 99p. A voyeur describes the technique he employs with it: "I put the mirror in one of the credit card pockets in my wallet. It is held snugly so that when the wallet is closed the mirror is hidden but when it is opened there is the mirror. I then slide a credit card over the mirror. I am now ready to go panty spotting. In the town where I live there are several stores that have escalators and I have now got my peeping down to a fine art. First I find an "up," escalator that is not overlooked by the corresponding "down" escalator. Three stores have these and my local branch of Boots has an escalator that is just perfect steep (so I'm at just the right distance below the woman whose skirt I want to look up), slow (so I've got plenty of "peeping time") and boxed in (so it is unlikely that anyone will see what I'm doing).
 
I wait near the bottom of the escalator (but not *too* near)until a suitable subject appears. I have found that the best results are either with very short skirts (rare midweek when I do most of my peeping) or any skirt that is wide at the bottom. A tight skirt is useless but, as long as the skirt is hanging clear of the back of her legs by a few inches or if her feet are at least 12" apart I am likely to get a good view."
 
"As soon as a promising subject appears I get on the elevator behind her after making sure that there is not going to be anyone getting on too soon behind me. I find that it is best to stand *not* on the step immediately below her but the one two down. After making sure that she is not looking back or down (most women are gazing upwards towards the top of the escalator) I check that the elevator is empty behind me. Then I open my wallet and slip the credit card out, uncovering the mirror. Then I put the card on the step between us (the one immediately below the one she is standing on). Now, if she looks round, I can pretend to be picking up my dropped card. With a short skirt it is usually only necessary to hold the wallet slightly forward to see right up to her panties because of the difference in levels between us."
 
"I divide the journey up into quarters. The first quarter is spent checking that no-one is too close behind me (my body masks what I'm doing to anyone more than a few yards away) and that my subject is not looking back at me. The next two quarters (usually about 15 seconds) are spent looking up the woman's skirt and the last few seconds as we approach the top are when I retrieve the card and put it back in the wallet."
 
"The first woman I tried this on was about 50 and wearing a skirt which came down to about 6" above her ankles. I pretended to be picking up my credit card. Her feet were about 18" apart and I managed to get the wallet (and the mirror) right between her feet and by angling the mirror I had a view up between her open legs almost at once. I was amazed that it was so easy! I could see her panties (they were cream) and see that they had ridden up slightly between her cheeks. She was bare-legged. Since then I've seen scores of panties but I live in hope of finding a woman without any on it hasn't happened yet! I've seen quite a lot of pubes though. A long black skirt is usually a waste of time because it is too dark up there to get a good view. Luckily the current fashion is for lighter materials so there is usually more than enough illumination especially as the mirror often reflects light from the store's overhead lighting up between the woman's legs."
 
"BTW, middle aged women sometimes wear *very* interesting undies I've seen tiny g-strings on a couple of *very* respectable looking ladies in their 40's and most of my sightings of stocking-tops have been with older ladies although I saw a nice pair of hold-ups on a teenage girl"
 
"I never spend too long in one store. I pretend to be waiting for someone and then, when a likely woman appears, I follow her up one floor and then repeat the "waiting for my wife" routine near the next elevator until another woman presents herself. In this way I can get up to 5 pantie shows each time (there are 6 floors in the store) although I sometimes follow a particularly attractive woman up 2 or 3 floors, getting long looks up her skirt between each one. I have got pretty good at spotting the women who will give me the best chance of a good view and I reckon on about a 50% success rate. I then descend using the lift before repeating the exercise. Then I go to another store and do it all over again. Using this method once a week for an hour I see up about 15-20 skirts every week"
 
Just a few ideas for the enthusiastic peeper. I have not even mentioned the hundreds of other opportunities for "up skirt" views I have a shopping center near my home which is built on 3 levels and I never have to stand near the open-plan staircase for more than 5 minutes before I am treated to a view of some woman's panties (Good to see hold-up stockings getting more common!), and, of course, escalators are another classic place to peep up skirts - even without the aid of a mirror!. The return of the mini-skirt has made staircases and escalators exciting places to visit for the keen "up skirt enthusiast."
 
LEGAL NOTES It is mainly a matter of proof and intent if you are caught. For example, someone catching sight of a peephole in a changing room and looking through it would be very unlikely to be prosecuted. If, however, he was found to be in possession of a drill at the time then prosecution under the Public Order Act (UK) would be likely.
 
Likewise, if a woman's skirt blows up around her neck it may be impolite (and extremely arousing) to have a good look at her panties but it isn't illegal - she might be annoyed but she can't prosecute. Walk up to her and lift her skirt up and you'll be meeting the boys in blue in very short order!
 
Cameras, both video and 35mm, have one major disadvantage - the photo or tape you have gone to so much trouble to get will also provide exhibit A if you get caught. I don't need a camera - I can still see in perfect detail the pattern of blue and pink flowers on the panties of the woman in the Volvo, the way her stomach swelled over the elastic at the top. It's all locked away in my memory and it's a memory which never fails to turn me on.
Pointing a camera up a woman's skirt would be an offence under the Public Order Act (UK) and would probably result in a fine and/or conditional discharge. It would have to be proved to be a deliberate act - simply panning across a crowd and "accidentally" getting a shot of a woman with her legs apart would not be an offence but being observed standing under a stairwell and pointing the camera up women's skirts would almost certainly result in a prosecution.
As soon as you make contact (lifting a woman's skirt for example) it could be seen as indecent assault for which the punishment is much more severe. But, as a voyeur, your pleasure comes from the sighting - you don't need to even let her know that you've seen her panties - and with practice you can see something exciting every day without anyone else being aware of your "hobby" so this section will, hopefully, be irrelevant.
It is intended that the Peepers Guide will be constantly improved and expanded to cover all aspects of peeping in the UK - although many of the sections are relevant to most countries.
Author: Anonymous
 
Open fly story in Massachusetts:  (Added 9/08/98)
Hello!I must confess to being a voyeur for about 20 years or so (I'm 34 now), with my particular fetish being visible panties down the back of the pants and VPL, though I also indulge in upskirt as well. It started back in middle school with a particularly attractive brunette haired classmate who frequently and obliviously showed the waistband of her nylon panties above her corduroy pants or jeans. Over the years my quest for good looks has evolved to where now my preferred subjects are Asian, and it is the vivid memory of one particular Asian that I wish to share as my inaugural submission.
One late winter afternoon, a mild day around 40F/4C, I made my way into the Harvard Square subway station in Cambridge heading towards Boston. My attention was drawn towards a young woman, either Vietnamese or Cambodian I'm not sure, who wasn't a knockout but looked OK enough. She was wearing a long, brown overcoat over a white sweater and short white button-down shirt and slightly loose fitting dark blue denim jeans. She wore her overcoat open since again it wasn't too cold out, but she was pacing the platform until the train arrived with her hands jammed into her front pants pockets and not the pockets on her overcoat, which seemed a bit odd to me.
When we boarded the train finally I sat down next to her. Imagine my surprise, then, to find the front zipper on her jeans gaping wide open to reveal the front of her light blue cotton bikini panties from just above her crotch to the lacy detailing on her front waistband and the part of her midriff just above it to the front tail of her button-down shirt. I sat transfixed for about five minutes or so as I beheld this incredible sight. I'm sure the other passengers around us were also aware of this but if they were they didn't let on.
Finally I felt compelled to motion wordlessly to her about her carelessness and with me holding a leather binder I'd been carrying in front of her lap she silently re-zipped her fly. I kept tabs on her discreetly as the train made its way through Boston before she finally got off in Quincy, with me close on her heels. As I followed her away from the station into a residential neighborhood where I presumed she lived I fully learned how her zipper came open in the first place. She once again jammed her hands into her front jeans pockets to try to keep them warm as we walked along the slushy sidewalks, unaware of the fact that the force created by that action had popped her fly wide open again!
I kept up, walking ahead of her now and again to catch another glimpse of her panties through her open zipper, until I was so thoroughly stimulated that it was affecting my pace and causing me to walk wobbly, to say nothing about the ejaculation I experienced. Afraid that that sensation would be noticeable I reluctantly dropped off the pursuit just shy of her street and made my way back to the train, pausing in a public restroom along the way to take care of my "spill".
To this day that remains one of my most exciting voyeuristic memory. I hope to share more with you in the future.
Respectfully,
Kevin
Mountain Trip:  (Added 9/14/98)
When I was 14 my parents, my sister and a girlfriend of my sister went for a weekend in a cabin in the Norwegian mountains. The cabin was small and really had only one bedroom. There was a sleeping ”compartment” above the kitchen which was open down to the living room.
 
After a long walk in the mountain during Saturday we arrived back at the cabin and after an hour or so we had a good dinner. After that we played cards and really had a relaxing good time. My sisters friend, Jenny, was a very nice girl. Not so pretty looking, but very kind and generous. She had a very nice body, and me being only 15 kept looking at her when she didn’t see it. Sometimes she would catch my eyes, and when she smiled I would blush.
 
It had been a long day, and we went quite early to bed. My parents occupied the sleeping room and my sister, Jenny and myself would share the little room above the kitchen. They probably considered me harmless and in reality I was. I went up the ladder first, placing myself by the wall. Then came my sister and then Jenny. We all slept in sleeping bags.
 
After maybe 15-20 minutes of talking, I fell asleep.
 
I woke very early and in the dim light coming from the living room I now saw Jenny lying next to me. My sister had probably been to the bathroom during the night, and Jenny had moved in one place when she returned.
 
Jenny's sleeping bag was open almost down to her hips. She was on her back and her right arm lied on the floor beside me with the palm facing up. I had an instant erection and very slowly I pulled my underpants down inside my sleeping bag. I turned around and now I lied on the side,
facing Jenny. Without too much noise I managed to open my sleeping bag and move my body so that my cock was right over her hand. Don’t ask where I got the nerve, I honestly don’t know! Thoughts of what might happen if she woke up and screamed flashed through my mind, but I decided that I was doing this in my sleep.
 
My heart was pounding away like crazy when I lowered my hips so that my cock touched her hand. All the time I looked at her face to see if she still was sleeping. My sister was surely sleeping. She snored! I almost came when my cock touched Jenny's hand. It was so exciting! After a while I managed to get my cock between her thumb and index finger and slowly I started to move back and forth. I couldn’t move much, but the excitement was almost unbearable. Then suddenly she closed her hand around my cock! I froze instantly.Was she awake? Would she scream? But no. She kept a firm grip of my stone-hard cock, and with only a few more movements I came. A huge load of young semen spurted out of me and hit her arm and her sleeping bag. Then she opened her eyes! She had been awake all the time! She withdrew her arm and put one finger over her lips, telling me to be silent. Then she slowly opened her sleeping bag so that I could see her panties. She pulled them down, revealing her bush and then she started rubbing herself. I was hard as a rock in seconds again. She noticed this and grabbed it with her right hand and started stroking me.
 
I couldn’t believe what was happening. She was very quite and made almost no movements, except stroking my cock and rubbing herself. Within less then a couple of minutes I came again, this time maybe even better. The load was not so  big, but the feeling was very intense. Then she came too. She let go of my cock and hold the hand over her mouth, in order not to make any noises I guess. After a long while she laid still, trying not to breath to heavy. I offered her my t-shirt to clean up with and after she had used it I put down in my sleeping bag. Not a word was said, but she got up, climbed over my sister and went to the bathroom. I was almost asleep when she got back and now my sister was besides me again.
 
Nothing more happened, really. It was kind of awkward in the morning, but she never mentioned what had happened and to me it’s one of my best memories. It might be this experience that really made me interested in  female masturbation.
Goodguy
Stories of a Dressing Room Peeper!:  (Added 9/18/98)
    I was already a dedicated voyeur by my early teens. I was always thinking of ways to peep into women's dressing rooms without getting caught. I finally found the perfect method! While shopping for school clothes, I was trying them on in the men's fitting rooms and, began to examine the stall. I noted that there was a space of about 1\4".
So, a couple of weeks later, I had my mother drive me to the mall. I went into the same clothing store, and went to the men's section and took a couple pairs of pants. I then went to the women's fitting rooms(which were not marked) and went into a stall that was unoccupied. I then closed the door and laid down on the ground. If anyone saw me in the wrong dressing room (the customers usually didn't care) I would pretend I didn't know which one I was supposed to be in.
 
Anyways, I slid this small phone card slightly under the wall. Laying on the floor, I could look into the reflection of the phone card (which I always used since it was less suspicious than a mirror), I could see entirely into the next dressing room that this lady had just entered. She took her shirt off and I was staring at black bra. She then tried on a few shirts and then took her pants off so I could see her pink panties. After she left I did too and put the clothes I was pretending to try on back. I had to leave and went to find my mother. I would go back to the mall every week or so and do the same thing. The next week I watched this hot girl about 18 try on prom dresses for about 30 minutes. Being new to this, I had trouble angling the phone card, and I only got to see her white lace bra once. However, I got to see her panties plenty of times. She didn't even know I was in the fitting rooms, and would only be able to see my phone card if she was laying on the floor like me.
 
    I continued this technique, and in about 8 visits I saw probably 100 women in their underwear in different stores. I saw two ladies trying on bras, and one girl about my age trying on a swimsuit. When I was staring at her lovely bare tits, I had my cock in my hand. A couple of times the store attendants in one store told me that I had to be in the men's fitting rooms, but they weren't suspicious or anything. I could even go back the next week, they wouldn't remember me and I could repeat the whole process over again.
 
    When I would go to a local YMCA, I decided to use the same trick in the locker rooms. It worked pretty well. The first time I tried this technique, I was scheduled to play in a basketball game so I couldn't wait too long. I put my card under the door and looked in. About a dozen or so girls about my age were in there. I saw some were still in their swimsuits while others had their underwear on already. I saw one girl putting her panties on, tried to angle the card at her bush, but I just missed seeing it. DARN! The next week I went back some mothers were changing in there.  I couldn't see the locker portion of the room, but after about ten minutes I saw this lady walking away from me and I could see her bare ass. Then she turned and I saw her lovely pussy and bare tits. I also saw one other lady's tits by the shower area before I had to go to my game.
Sister-in-law and her Period:  (Added 9/21/98)
Last summer i walked over to my sister-in-law's house. Going over there is not unusual; we go all the time. They live less than five minutes from us. I went through the back yard and noticed that the bathroom light was on. I knew that my brother-in-law was not home so I thought why not.
 
I went up to the bathroom window and sure enough I could see Glenda through the curtain. all she had on was a T-shirt. All of a sudden she pulled the T-shirt off and was totally nude. I thought the show was about over when she headed for the shower. She turned and faced the mirror above the vanity and then I got an eyeful. She squatted down a little bit and put both hands between her legs. I could see was trying to pull out a tampon.
 
As she stood there she turned her head and I was looking straight at her face. He still did not see me. I saw her squat a little lower. It looked like she was having a lot of trouble getting the tampon out. She had a look like it was hurting her when she pulled on the string. She quit pulling on the string and turned around. She then sat down on the toilet and spread her legs wide apart. I could see directly between her legs. She held her stomach with her left hand and put her right hand between her legs and began pulling on the string again. She was looking down at her own pussy. I was shocked when my brother-in-law walked in.
 
The window was open about three inches so I could hear what was going on. She told him to get out of here that she would be out in a minute. She was still sitting there with her legs spread apart. he asked her if she was alright. She told him to leave her alone, she was having a problem. He said what is it are you sick. Glenda said I can't get my tampon out it hurts. My brother-in-law just stood there looking at her just like I was. She then reached between her legs again and I heard her moan "oooh". she got the tampon out and looked at it. It was soaked with blood. She wrapped it up in toilet paper and threw it away. She then wiped herself and stood up. She then walked over and got another tampon out of the drawer.
 
She asked my brother-in-law if he was going to leave and give her some privacy or what. He said in a joking way "you might need some help". But he did leave. I was so horny at this point I could not leave the window. She took the tampon out of the wrapper and squatted down again. She spread her pussy with one hand and inserted the tampon with some difficulty. I thought the show was over so left the window and knocked on the back door
 
We had a cook out that night and every time I looked at my sis-in-law I would get another erection. I can't wait to look at her again.
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Next Door Neighbor
This is an actual story that happened to me a few years ago. My next door neighbor was a nice looking blond, about 27 or 28. She still lived at home, with her parents bedroom being on the second floor and hers on the first. My friends and I would catch subtle glances at her while she suntanned in her bikini in the back yard. There came a point when this wasn't enough for me. My neighbor worked at a local nightclub, so she would get home around 1 or so every night. I got accustomed to her routine after work by the different lights that would come on after she came home. Every night after work, she would take a shower before going to bed.
 
So one night, I finally got the guts to go over and take a look in her bathroom window while the light was on. Shit! She had actually drawn the blinds tight enough so that I couldn't see in. So I went back into my yard and decided I would wait until she turned on her bedroom light, and then maybe I would catch a glimpse of her getting into her nightgown or whatever. The bedroom light flipped on, so I crept up to the window.
 
This window was perfect! She had a double hung window with mini blinds that were attached to the bottom sash. To go along with this, she had a sheer pair of drapes pulled across the window. It was a warm night, so she had decided to open the window about an inch to let some air in. Now when she opened the window up, the blinds didn't reach all the way to the window sill, and the sheer drapes were see through, so I could see right in and with the lights on inside, she couldn't see me. But damn it, she was already sitting on the bed in a sweatshirt! She had on a black lace teddy underneath it, but she must have had her clothes with her in the bathroom for some reason.
 
About a minute later, I found out what that reason was, her boyfriend was there and she didn't want him to see her naked yet. He came into the room, closed the door and sat down on the bed. They started to make out. Kissing and fondling each other. I couldn't believe how lucky I had gotten. Now her bed was right up next to the window, so they were like right next to me. He pulled off her sweatshirt, and slid her straps off of her shoulders. Her tits were about a hand full not much more. She laid on her back and moaned while he licked her nipples. Then he worked down to her pussy and unsnapped her crotch. This really got her going. She had to stop him, so she could turn on the radio to drown out her moaning so her parents upstairs wouldn't hear. He ate her out until she came.
 
So I figured they would just fuck now and that would be it. Nope. She sat up and pushed him onto his back. Pulled his pants and underwear off. Then she sat on his face while she sucked him off. I couldn't believe this, all I wanted was to see the chick naked, and here I get to see them 69. They did this for about 5 or 10 minutes. I think he got her off again. Then she laid on her back and he mounted her. She moaned really loud, and wrapped her legs around his waist as he fucked her. The poor guy must have been more worked up by then, because he only lasted about 2 minutes at most. When they were done, they just laid there in the same position, and she tried about 5 minutes later to get him to do it again, but he wasn't man enough I guess. I went back a few times after this hoping for some more, but all I ever saw again was her reading a book or watching television.
 
Author: Anonymous
 
 
Humiliation
Margo swung her racquet at the ball, driving it sharply to the front wall
just above ankle height. The ball hit with a sharp splat and caromed off
at an angle toward the left side wall. Larry raced forward and just
managed to get his racquet on the ball and return it. Margo waited for
the high shot to come down and smashed another wicked shot, this time
driving it toward the back right corner. Larry tried desperately to reach
the ball before it bounced a second time, but his dive was just short and
the ball dribbled onto the floor.
"Game!" called Margo. "I win fifteen to four." She walked over and
helped Larry to his feet. "Good game."
"Thanks," gasped Larry, looking up at her. "Got time for another?"
"Nope, time for me to get to work," Margo answered.
"Come on Margo, let me try to win one."
"Sorry, guy, you're just going to have to wait a while," said Margo.
"Besides, I've beaten you every time we've played. Aren't you getting
tired of losing?"
"Well, now that you mention it, yeah," answered Larry. "Let's see, so
far you've beaten me in the only marathon we ran together, killed me at
tennis, squash, handball, golf, and racquetball, and even mated me the
only time we played chess." He shook his head slowly. "I'm running
out of things to try."
"Face it babe, you're just not in my league. I'm quicker, smarter, faster,
and stronger than you are." Margo smirked and added, "Maybe you
should hit the weight room a little more and the dining room a little
less."
"Hey, now, let's not get nasty," snapped Larry. "I'm in pretty good shape
for a guy who works at a desk forty hours a week. Besides, who says
you're stronger than I am? I'm willing to concede that you're faster,
maybe even smarter, but there's no way you're stronger than me."
Margo's face froze. "Watch it buddy. You're mouth's writing checks
your body can't cash," she growled.
"What the hell does that mean?" Larry demanded.
"It means, how do you know I'm not stronger than you are?"
"Because men are stronger than women," replied Larry.
Margo threw her head back and roared with laughter. "Why, you
chauvinistic, conceited, stupid idiot," Margo said, wiping sweat off her
face. "I'll admit that some men are stronger than some women. That
doesn't mean you are stronger than me! It just doesn't work that way.
Have you ever seen any evidence that I'm not stronger than you are?"
"Well, no. I've never seen your arms or legs, you always wear long
sleeves and pants, and you always work out in an oversized sweatsuit."
"And you've never seen me lift weights, either. On the other hand, I've
seen your arms and legs, Skinny. I've got a pretty good idea of your
strength." A smile touched Margo's lips briefly. "So let's go on the
evidence you've got."
"Well, you're a couple of inches taller than I am," Larry mused. "You've
got a pretty athletic build, from what I can see. But I still can't believe
you're stronger than me."
"What would it take to convince you? Do you want to see who can lift
more weight?"
"Weightlifting's no good, technique means as much as strength." Larry
thought a second. "I used to be a pretty good wrestler in college. Why
don't we wrestle to see who's stronger?"
Margo laughed again. "You think the stronger wrestler always wins?
You've admitted you know something about the sport, what if I don't?
I'd say that would give you something of an advantage, wouldn't you?"
She shook her head, sending drops of perspiration to the floor. "Boy,
talk about trying to stack the deck in your favor." Margo stepped closer
to Larry, forcing him back a step. "However, it does give me an idea. A
contest with five parts." Margo poked a finger into Larry's chest as she
ticked off the different tests. "Arm wrestling, leg wrestling, a tug of
war, simultaneous bear hugs, and simultaneous head scissors. The
winner of three of the 'tests of strength' is declared the stronger, and the
loser has to be the winner's servant for a month."
"Well, I'm not sure..."
"What's the matter, big talker, losing your nerve?"
"You're on, Margo," said Larry angrily. "Where are we going to do this,
and who can we get to referee?"
"I know a private gym, and the owner will be glad to act as referee.
When?"
"How about tomorrow night?"
"Eight o'clock?"
"You're on! See you then." Larry headed off to the showers.
Margo smiled. "Yeah, Larry, see you then," she said softly. She bent
down and picked up the racquetball in her left hand. With a slow, steady
increase in pressure she squeezed the ball until it split. Margo laughed,
then dropped the mutilated ball to the floor and headed to the locker
room.
Larry's telephone rang the next morning. "Hello," he said.
"Hi, Sweetie, guess who?" Margo's voice purred.
"Yeah, Margo, what's up?"
"Here's the address of the gym for tonight's little contest. Ready?"
"Margo, are you sure you want to do this?"
"What's the matter, getting cold feet?" the voice taunted. "Chicken..."
"Just give me the damn address," he snarled. Larry grabbed a pen and
paper and wrote the address down. "Eight o'clock, right?" he said.
"Right you are, Babe. Don't be late," Margo warned. "By the way, I've
invited some friends along to watch. Is that okay with you, or will you
be too embarrassed to get beat in front of a crowd?"
"Bring along whoever you want, big talker. I just hope they won't be too
disappointed when you lose," Larry retorted.
"My, aren't we confident!" teased Margo. "See you later." Larry slammed
the phone down. "Bitch!" he muttered.
Larry arrived at the designated address at a quarter to eight that
evening. He parked his car in front of a square, run down two story building.
A sign above the door read "Dominique's Amazon Gym - Members Only".
A tall young black woman dressed in a sweat suit and smoking a cigar
leaned against the wall next to the door with her arms crossed. "You
Larry?" she asked.
"Yeah."
"Come on in. Everyone's here." She tossed away the cigar, then opened
the door and motioned Larry through into a hallway that smelled of
leather, liniment, and sweat. "Sorry there's no men's locker room, never
needed one," the woman continued. "We cleaned out a utility closet for
you." She indicated a door on the right. "Hope it's big enough."
"It'll do. Thanks, uh..."
"Name's Dominique." As the woman stuck out a large paw and shook
Larry's hand, he noticed that her shoulders were exceptionally wide and
she towered above him by a good seven inches. "When you're dressed,
just walk up those stairs at the end of the hall. Good luck, Larry."
Dominique turned on her heel, and he thought he heard her mutter,
"You'll need it." She walked off with long, confident strides.
Larry changed to shorts and a tee shirt. He tied his sneakers tightly and
did a couple of knee bends in the cramped space of the small closet. He
was beginning to regret that he had ever gotten into this, but was too
stubborn to back down now.
Larry walked down the hall and climbed the stairs. He didn't know
exactly what he had expected, but it was nothing like what met his eyes
as he reached the upper floor. There was a large room, probably the
entire upper floor of the building. Inside Larry could make out several
punching bags, both speed bags and heavy body bags. Along one wall
was a large collection of barbells and weights. Across the room from the
stairs was what looked like a regulation boxing ring, complete with
ropes and bell. Bleachers were pulled out from the wall to provide
seating for about fifty people.
As he crossed the floor, he noticed that all the other people in the room
were women. He saw Margo, dressed in her usual floppy sweats, her
pale hair tied into a pony tail, standing next to the ring talking to
Dominique. Slowly he realized that the buzz of conversations had died
down and all the women were staring at him. Margo glanced over at
him and smiled grimly.
"Well, nice to see you're punctual," she called. "Come on over and let's
get started."
Larry crossed the floor to where Dominique and Margo waited.
Dominique looked down at him and snickered slightly. Larry reddened.
"OK, there'll be five tests of strength," said Dominique, "starting with
arm wrestling. That'll be followed by leg wrestling, tug of war, bear
hugs and head scissors. It takes three wins to be declared the champion.
All five tests will be completed, even if one person loses the first three."
She looked at Larry and snickered again.
"First thing I'm going to do is weigh you both in," Dominique continued.
"I'll get your heights, too." She led the way to the scale. "Margo
first.".....
Margo stepped on the scale. "Weight, two fourteen," called Dominique.
She adjusted the ruler to the top of Margo's head. "Height, six feet three
inches." Larry was stunned by Margo's size. He hadn't realized that
Margo was that tall, and he thought their weights were nearly the same,
but she weighed at least forty pounds more than he did. Dominique
turned to Larry. "Your turn." Margo stepped down right into Larry's
path. For a second his brown eyes stared into her Arctic gray ones, then
Margo stepped aside with a mocking smile. "Weight, one seventy-one,"
Dominique said. "Height, five feet eleven."
Dominique led the way to the ring. Larry saw that it contained an
unusual table, about three feet square. The table had a peg on two sides
and what looked like leather cups on the alternate sides. The table was
mounted on a piece of wood about ten feet by four feet. Margo stalked
to one side of the table, behind one of the cups. Larry moved
uncertainly to the side opposite her.
"This is a regulation arm wrestling table," explained Dominique. "You
put your elbow in the cup and you grab the peg with your other hand.
You each get a good grip with interlocked thumbs and then I set you up
in the right position. Then I'll say 'go' and you try to pin your opponent's
arm down." She looked at both contestants. "You have five minutes to
beat your opponent, after that I call it a draw. Any questions?"
Neither Margo nor Larry said anything. "Either one of you left
handed?" asked Dominique. Both contestants shook their heads. "OK,
then, this'll be just the one fall, right hands only. If your grip slips, I'll
strap you together." She held up a canvas strap. "Now, get in position."
Larry uneasily placed his right elbow into the padded receptacle and
grabbed the peg on the left side of the table. Margo deliberately rolled
up the right sleeve of her sweatshirt and placed her elbow in it's place.
Larry was dumbfounded to see the thick sinews running through Margo's
forearm. He looked up at her face and saw that she was watching him
intently. Larry stared into Margo's gray eyes like a bird hypnotized by a
snake. He couldn't seem to take his eyes off hers.
Dominique took both their right hands and ordered them to grip each
other's thumbs, with the wrists crossing. Larry finally looked away from
Margo's stare and concentrated on getting a good grip on Margo's hand.
He couldn't help noticing that her forearm made his look small, and her
hand was much larger than his was. When they were both satisfied with
the grip, Dominique took their clasped hands in both her huge ones and
twisted them until she had them perfectly straight. Larry tensed his
muscles and readied himself to slam Margo's arm down. Dominique
looked at each of them and said, "Ready?"
Larry and Margo both nodded. Dominique released their hands, calling,
"GO!"
Larry put all his power into his right arm, trying for a quick pin, but
Margo's arm didn't budge. Sweat broke out on Larry's forehead as he
tried to force her arm to the table, while Margo stood as still as a statue,
showing no strain at all from holding his arm vertical. For what seemed
like an eternity Larry kept up the pressure until his arm trembled from
the exertion and he began to pant. Margo waited until he looked into her
eyes again, and then, with a slight smile on her lovely face, she slowly
began to force his right arm down.
Sweat was running down Larry's face, and his hand was sweating as
well, but Margo retained her grip and was forcing his arm down a
millimeter at a time. Larry tried to hold her back, but it was like trying
to hold back an avalanche with a toothpick. Slowly, inexorably, Larry's
arm approached the table until it was pinned firmly down against
Margo's left arm. She held it there for several seconds while she
mockingly smiled at Larry's embarrassment.
"THE WINNER!" called Dominique, "in forty-three seconds." Margo
released Larry's sore arm and allowed hers to be raised in victory.
"Margo leads, one to zero!"
There was a large chalkboard on the wall behind the ring with both
Larry's and Margo's names printed on it. Margo walked over and put a
mark under her name.
"There'll be a five minute break while we clear the table out of the ring,"
announced Dominique. She waved her arm and two burly women got up into the
ring and lifted the table over the ropes, handing it to Dominique on the
outside. She steadied it with little effort while her assistants clambered
out of the ring to take the table from her and store it in a corner.
In the meantime, Larry was trying to work the pain and stiffness out of
his right arm. He was stunned by Margo's easy victory, especially
because he had been counting on beating her in the arm wrestling.
Nervously he looked over at her while she sipped some water and
chatted with a few of the onlookers. Margo looked fresh and cool, while
he was dripping sweat. Before he was ready, Dominique called, "Yo,
Margo! Larry! In the ring! Now!"
Margo jumped from the floor to the ring apron, about three feet above
the floor. She then vaulted over the top rope into the ring.
"Show-off," muttered Larry very quietly as he climbed the steps and
ducked between the second and third ropes to enter the ring.
"The second test of strength is leg wrestling," said Dominique. "Each of
you lays down on the mat, right side to right side. You'll link your right
arms at the elbow. I'll count 'one, two, three, go'. At each number, you
lift your right leg in the air and lower it down again. On 'go', you hook
legs at the knees and try to pull your opponent over." She looked at
Margo and Larry. "You got that?"
The man and woman both nodded. While Larry sat down on the mat,
Margo removed her floppy sweat pants, revealing her legs to Larry for
the first time.
Larry stared in disbelief at Margo's lower body. She wore only bikini
briefs, and her legs seemed (to Larry) about five feet long. Her thighs
and calves bulged with power. Larry stared at Margo's heavily muscled
legs and tried not to think that in the last contest he'd have to put his
head between her thighs and let her squeeze with all her strength.
Margo moved directly in front of Larry's face until her thighs completely
filled his field of vision. "I've got thirty-two inch thighs, Larry, and
nineteen inch calves," Margo purred softly. "What are your measurements,
about twenty and ten?" Margo and Dominique both laughed at Larry's
discomfort. Margo finally moved away and lay down on the mat at Larry's
right side.
"Lock arms," ordered Dominique. Larry linked his arm with Margo's. It
felt as hard as granite. "Jesus," he thought, "what did I get myself into?"
"Ready?" asked Dominique.
"Let's do it," growled Margo. Larry gulped and squeaked, "Ready."
"One." The two right legs rose and fell. "Two." Again Margo's
muscular leg and Larry's smaller one lifted and dropped. "Three. GO!"
Larry and Margo's legs locked, and Larry devoted all his strength into
trying to force Margo to flip over, to no avail. Again he pulled with all
his power, but Margo didn't budge. She seemed to be humming a tune
to herself. Larry tried a third time to pull Margo's leg down, but couldn't
budge it.
At that point Margo tired of the game and utilized the strength in her
enormous leg to effortlessly flip Larry over onto his head. As his feet
touched the floor, he heard Dominique once again call, "THE WINNER!"
Embarrassed, he rolled over and watched Margo stand over him with her arms
raised in victory.
"Time, twenty-one seconds," said Dominique, punching her stop watch.
"Margo now leads two to zero."
Larry started to sit up, but Margo put her foot on his chest and forced
him back down to the mat. "Hey, cut it out!" he sputtered.
Margo removed her foot from his chest and leaned down. "What are you
going to do about it, Shrimp?" she asked. When Larry didn't answer, she
laughed and walked over to the chalkboard, where she placed another
mark under her name.
Dominique stood over Larry. "Would you get up please? We have to
get ready for the tug of war." She extended her huge right hand. Larry
reached up and she grabbed him, her hand nearly encircling his forearm.
Dominique pulled and Larry found himself heaved to his feet. Dominique
laughed at the expression on his face, then released his arm and waved her
assistants into the ring.
Larry stumbled out of the ring. The last contest hadn't taken that much
out of him, but he was disconcerted by the ease of Margo's victory, and
frightened by the obvious power she possessed. He decided to give up
and admit her superior strength, hoping to prevent pain and further
humiliation.
Margo was sipping some water and toweling off her face. Larry
approached her, realizing for the first time just how wide her shoulders
were. "Margo," he began, "uh, I'm sorry I doubted you were stronger
than me. I concede, you win."
Margo turned and scowled menacingly. "Oh, no you don't, you wimpy
little shit. You agreed to all this, and you're not getting off that easy.
I'm going to beat you in all the other contests, too." She smiled
tauntingly. "Besides, it's only two to nothing, you've still got a chance to
win if you beat me three in a row." The women sitting nearby laughed
at this. Margo glanced at them and grinned. "Well, it's not very much of
a chance, I'll grant you," she added, causing even more laughter.
"Come on, Margo, I give," said Larry. "You're stronger than I am, I
admit it. Isn't that what this is about?"
Margo moved closer, her face only inches from his. Larry saw no pity
in her cool gray eyes. "You might have thought so, skinny," she replied
in a low voice. "For me, it's a chance to humiliate another weak male
who thought he was better than me. I really get off on making my
victims beg for mercy." Margo licked her lips. "You wouldn't want to
deprive me of my little pleasures, would you?" she went on. "I might
get upset and decide to really hurt you."
"Come on, you two," called Dominique from the ring, "we're ready for
you."
Margo slapped Larry's face lightly. "Now be a good boy and get in the
ring so I don't lose my temper," she purred sexily. "You wouldn't last
more than a minute if I decided to really get rough, and it wouldn't be
any fun, at least not for you." She smiled wickedly at his discomfort.
"And you'd better really try to win the tug of war, or I'll really make you
suffer in the last two events."
Margo took Larry by the shoulder and turned him toward the ring, then
gave him a push, which amused the spectators. Larry tried to resist as
Margo propelled him toward the ring, but Margo's strength prevailed.
He found himself stumbling against the edge of the ring as she gave him
a final push. Once again he climbed the steps to the arena and
clambered between the ropes, while Margo effortlessly jumped onto the
apron and vaulted into the ring.
Dominique awaited them in the center of the ring. There were three
lines of tape on the ring floor. One was set up so that it stretched
between two opposite corners. The other two were set about five feet on
either side of the first. A rope with a rag tied around the middle crossed
the three tape lines.
"The rules for the tug of war are simple," Dominique explained. "You
start behind the tape nearest the corners and you each grab an end of the
rope. You can't tie it around you, but you can wrap it around your arm if
you want to. I'll position the flag over the middle line and when I say
'go', you pull like hell." She smiled and continued, "The object is to pull
the flag past the line on your side of the ring."
Margo nodded and busied herself in wrapping her end of the rope around
her right arm. Larry picked the rope up in his hands and set himself.
"By the way," Dominique added, "if the rope slips out of your hands,
we'll start again."
Larry quickly wrapped the rope around his bare arm, wishing he'd worn
long sleeves. Dominique grabbed the rope where the flag was fastened
and positioned it to her satisfaction over the center line. "Take up the
slack," she ordered. Margo and Larry obeyed, pulling the rope in until it
was taut. "Get ready," Dominique called. With a quick glance at Margo
and Larry, she released the rope and called, "GO!"
Larry put his entire body into the effort, using all the strength of his
arms, back, and legs in an attempt to pull the flag across the line on his
side of the ring, but the flag didn't move a millimeter. Sweat broke out
on his forehead and dripped into his eyes as he strained to pull Margo
across the ring. He looked up and saw Margo just standing there, a
mocking smile on her pretty face, totally at ease, as she withstood his
best pull without strain. Now the rough rope began to cut into his arm
and hands, burning and bruising the flesh. He redoubled his efforts,
grunting as he tugged and pulled, but the only effect on Margo was a
broader smile. To anyone watching only him, it might have looked as if
Larry was pulling on a rope tied to a large tree.
Margo called, "Are you having fun yet?" The crowd of women laughed
at that. Margo turned to the bleachers and asked, "Has he started to
pull?" Once again the crowd responded with amusement. "Well, I
might as well finish this," said Margo.
Even through her sweatshirt, Larry could see the muscles in Margo's
arms bulge as she started to pull for the first time. Hand over hand she
hauled in the rope, with Larry desperately trying to resist her pull. "Just
like reeling in a little fish," crowed Margo as Larry was dragged across
the ring. Margo pulled Larry toward her with only the power in her
arms. Those huge, sinewy legs never moved, and she never seemed to
need to put her back into the effort. First the flag, then Larry himself,
were pulled across the tape on Margo's side of the ring.
"Margo wins again," called Dominique, sounding somewhat bored.
Larry slumped to the canvas covering the ring as Margo shook loose the
coils of rope and again raised her arms over her head in a victory pose.
Disdainfully, Margo looked down at Larry groveling at her feet. "That's
where you belong, you know," she said as she stepped across his body to
chalk up another mark under her name.
"The score is Margo three, Larry nothing," called Dominique. "By the
rules, Margo wins the test of strength, but Larry still has to compete in
the last two events."
Margo walked over to Dominique and whispered to her. "Well, now,
that's mighty generous of you," said Dominique. "Margo says if Larry
can win even one of the remaining events, he'll win the whole thing."
She looked at Larry, then turned back to Margo. "I still like your
chances, Margo," she said. The spectators erupted in laughter. "We'll
get the ring ready for the last two events."
Margo vaulted out of the ring and picked up her towel, drying a thin
sheen of perspiration from her upper lip. Larry slowly pulled himself up
to his feet using the ropes. Dominique's two assistants were busy
removing the tape and rope from the ring.
Dominique walked over to Larry, an amused look on her pretty face.
"You look like you've just about had it, buddy," she said. "There's a
water cooler just outside the door over there," she continued. "Why
don't you get yourself a drink and relax for a minute?"
As Larry crawled out of the ring and staggered toward the door,
Dominique followed him with her eyes. "You're out of your league,
skinny," she muttered.
Larry drank deeply from the water cooler, then rinsed his sore arms,
trying to take the sting out of the rope burns. He thought about running
down the stairs and out the door, but a quick glance back into the gym
showed that Margo was watching him closely. He took a deep breath
and went back in.
"I thought you might try to escape, Larry," said Margo. It's a good thing
for you that you didn't. If I had to catch yo,u and bring you back here, it
might have made me mad." She leaned closer and whispered, "And
you'd better not quit on me, Babycakes. If I think you're not trying, I'll
make you wish you'd never been born."
Margo turned away and pulled her sweatshirt over her head. Larry was
astounded by the big woman's muscular development. Bulging muscles
covered her back, and her arms were massive. Her wide shoulders
tapered to her narrow waist. As she turned to face him, he saw that her
chest was thick and powerful. Even the breasts under her bikini top
looked firm.
"Now do you understand?" asked Margo. "I've been holding back
whenever we competed so you'd feel that you might be able to beat me.
Now you can see what you're really up against." She flexed her arms
and chest in a "most muscular" pose. The sinews danced under her
glistening skin. "Eighteen inch biceps, Larry," went on Margo, "and a
forty-six inch chest. Thighs that are bigger than your waist. All of it,
hard as granite." Now she flexed her biceps so they bulged like
cannonballs. "And you really thought you had a chance?" Margo shook
her head in mock pity. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. You were dead meat from the
minute you and I met. Now get in the ring and take your punishment."
Larry clambered slowly into the ring. He knew that Margo was deadly
serious about this contest, and he also knew that he was overmatched.
He also knew that there was no escape. He turned slowly to face his
massive female opponent as Dominique explained the rules of the fourth
contest.
"You get each other in a bear hug, with your right arm over the other
person's left arm. Lock your hands together and squeeze. To give up
you must say the words 'I quit' so I can hear them." Dominique looked
at them both. "That is, if you've got the breath to speak. If you can't
speak, let go of your hold. Are you ready?" she asked.
Larry gulped and nodded. "Let's do it," growled Margo.
They stood chest to chest and secured the bear hugs. Larry had to tilt
his head back to look into Margo's eyes, which showed no pity. He could
feel the awesome power in Margo's arms first hand now, and it
frightened him. Larry could barely stretch his arms out far enough to
clasp his own hands behind Margo's broad back.
"GO!" called Dominique. Even though he knew it was useless, Larry
put all his strength into his arms, trying to squeeze the breath out of
Margo's body. He tried desperately to force the big woman to concede,
but made no impression on her. Margo deliberately increased the
pressure of her brawny arms, until she could feel Larry beginning to
have trouble breathing. She held there, waiting, secure in the knowledge
that she could crush Larry at any time she wished.
Larry was unable to cause Margo any discomfort at all, while she had
nearly cut off his breath. He began to gasp for air, bringing a smile to
Margo's lips. Margo slowly lifted Larry's hundred and seventy-one
pounds off the floor until his feet were dangling helplessly. She kept
intensifying the power of her arms, tightening the circle surrounding
Larry's torso, until he gasped in pain.
"Aaarrgghhh!" Larry moaned. He tried to say "I quit", but didn't have
the air in his lungs. Margo's brawny arms continued the crushing
pressure on Larry's trapped body until he was sure his ribs were
breaking. He started to black out, his brain starved for oxygen.
"You'd better give up, Larry," murmured Margo, "or I'll have to really
squeeze. I'm barely using half my strength at the moment." She gave
him a quick jolt of even greater force, forcing another groan from his
mouth. "I could hold you up here and keep squeezing forever. If you
can't speak, let go of your hold, dummy."
Larry dimly remembered that his arms were still wrapped loosely around
Margo's body. He released his grasp just as he completely lost
consciousness.
"Margo wins!" called Dominique as Larry's right arm flopped limply to
his side. His left arm was still trapped under Margo's right arm. "Let
him go."
Margo reluctantly released her prey, and Larry crumpled to the mat. She
placed one foot on his head and flexed her biceps as Dominique announced,
"Margo now leads four to nothing." She looked down at Larry's supine form.
"Somebody wake him up, please."
Margo chalked up a fourth mark under her name and looked back to where one
of Dominique's assistants was trying to revive Larry with smelling salts.
Larry sniffed the pungent aroma and shook his head, then suddenly his eyes
opened and he sat up. The pain in his head and ribs reminded him of where
he was and he sank back down again.
"Time now for the final contest. So far, you haven't done too well,
Larry," said Dominique while the onlookers laughed. "But you can win
it all if you can make Margo give up in this one last test of strength."
She snickered loudly.
Margo knelt beside Larry and murmured, "This is the only way I'd ever
let you between my legs, you know." Then she lay down and turned on
her side so her head was opposite his legs.
"Now, this contest won't be over until one of you either gives up or is
knocked out," said Dominique. "If you want to give up, wave one arm.
Otherwise, you'll just have to wait until I decide you're unconscious.
Oh, and you can't try to break the other person's hold. Okay, Larry, lay
facing Margo and let her put her head between your legs," Dominique
ordered. Larry complied, then put his head between Margo's thickly
muscled thighs. "Now, lock your ankles loosely and don't start
squeezing until I say go," Dominique continued. Larry crossed his
ankles, then felt Margo do the same. He was facing her crotch, and
could smell her musky odor mixed with the tangy smell of sweat.
"Ready, GO!" called Dominique.
Even though Larry knew it was hopeless, he tried to squeeze Margo's
head. He remembered her threat and knew she meant what she said.
Moreover, he was scared shitless of what she might do to him if he didn't
try to win.
Margo knew that Larry was squeezing with all his might, but it didn't
bother her at all. She slowly increased the pressure of her brawny legs,
so it wouldn't be over too quickly. Margo's rock hard thighs swelled as
she intensified the strain on Larry's skull. The pain in Larry's head was
agonizing, and he knew he couldn't hold out very long. It felt like his
head was being crushed flat between the steel jaws of a giant vise.
Larry's hold was loosening as he concentrated on remaining conscious.
Margo continued the unrelenting pressure, using now nearly half the
power in those mighty legs. She thought of all the others she had
humiliated, and smiled. There was nothing like the feeling of crushing a
man unconscious, knowing he was helpless to prevent it.
By now Larry was in dreamland. His arms lay limp, and his legs exerted
no pressure on Margo's head. Dominique leaned close to make sure,
then ordered Margo to release her hold. Margo did so reluctantly, then
stood up and once again put a foot on the head of the helpless male.
Dominique raised Margo's arm in victory, then hugged her and kissed
her passionately on the mouth. Margo returned the embrace, then
stepped back and murmured, "Later." She looked down at Larry's inert
body and knelt down beside him. She quickly stripped his shorts off,
then ripped off his jock strap and raised it over her head in triumph.
This one would be hung up next to her locker with all the others.
 
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Therapy
The reasons that my wife and I were going to see a
therapist are not important; except to say that I was not
expecting the issue to be brought up that my wife brought up.
And I certainly was not expecting the "therapy" I was to
receive for this issue. The issue was my obsession with
physically strong women and my fantasies surrounding these
thoughts. I always want my wife to wrestle me and scissor my
head between her thighs making me beg her to stop; and I have
been trying to get her to knock me out using this hold. She
would scissor me from time to time; but the knock out was too
much for her.
 
The therapist was a beautiful woman named Dr. Shelia
Simon. She was about 5'11" tall and had a great body and long
as hell legs. My wife began to describe my obsession to the
Dr. and she listened intently. After my wife had told her
side of the story Dr. Simon asked me to describe things in my
own words. I told her that I had always been interested in
women who were physically strong and that I would love for my
wife to dominate me by using her legs to "convince" me to
behave in the manner she wanted me to behave. After we had
both told our story Dr. Simon walked over to my wife and
whispered something into her ear; after she was through my
wife nodded in agreement. Then Dr. Simon said she thought she
had a book that would help us in our discussion. She walked
over to the book shelf and began to look at the books. She
suddenly raised up on her toes and her calf muscles leaped
out into a perfect diamond shape. My eyes almost bugged out
of my head and my breath caught. She raised up and down
several times flexing those muscles.
 
She said something about not finding the book and sat back
down. Then she asked my wife to describe what she had just
seen. My wife described my reaction to her standing on her
toes. Then Dr. Simon asked me to describe what I had seen. I
told her that I had seen her looking for a book. " Now, Tom
that's true; but what else did you see and what were your
thoughts ?" I admitted that I had seen her calf muscles flex
into what looked like hard as steel muscle. After a little
more prompting I admitted that I had wondered what it would
feel like to have my neck scissored between them. Dr. Simon
said that she felt we would make better progress if she saw
us both twice a week separately; then after a few weeks we
could begin couples therapy again. We both agreed to this.
 
I showed up at 5:30 PM for my scheduled appointment. As I
signed in the receptionist looked at me with a grin and
without a word she SNAPPED her pencil in half and then began
to laugh. I got the message loud and clear. Dr. Simon called
me into her office and once again I saw the flex of those
long, beautiful legs as she led the way to her office.
 
 
She gestured to the couch and told me to have a seat. She
sat down in a chair across from me. " Now Tom, let's go back
to last week when I stood on my toes to look for the book. Do
you remember that? I can see by the look in your face that
you do. While I'm thinking about it I told Mary that I don't
want you two to wrestle or have sex until I tell you you can.
It will not be a problem on the days you and I meet because
when I get through with you you'll have enough trouble
walking out of here. I expect you to obey my directives; and
I am confident that you will." As she said this she flexed
her legs and her arms. Even though she had on a jacket and I
could not see the muscles of her arms openly; I saw the
fabric tighten as she flexed. "Come here and feel how hard
these are then we'll get the tape measure out and measure
your little muscles and I'll let you measure my big, hard,
strong female muscles." My hand would not fit around her huge
arm and it was like stone; her thighs were solid and as I
squeezed with my hand on the top of it there was no give at
all; I was awed and totally outclassed by this beautiful
woman. The results of the battle of the tape were
humiliating: my arms were 12", thighs a soft 25", calves an
uncut 13", chest 40". Hers were a steel hard 17" arm, rock
hard 28" thigh, diamond shaped 13" calf, and 40D chest.
 
"Last week you said you wondered what it would feel like
to have your neck crushed by my legs. You are about to feel
my thighs knock you out. I'll bet you'll be out cold in less
than 5 seconds. You can lay down and place you neck in
between my legs or I'll do it for you." I hesitated and
stared in disbelief as she slowly removed her jacket and
dress. She had on a bikini that was straining to hold in her
massive boobs. She walked over to me and snapped my head into
a headlock. She squeezed for only a second and I was
submitting to her. Her response was to laugh and then throw
me to the floor. Before I could move she was on top of me and
in a flash I felt those man-killer thighs around my neck.
"Wow, you are a weak little boy aren't you. I think Mary
could easily kick your ass. My legs are going to eat you
alive. I want you to count to three and then I'll squeeze a
little."
 
I counted to three and WHAM she was going to snap my neck
like a twig; at least that was my thought as I fell into
unconsciousness. When I came to her legs were still around my
neck. " Feel my thighs, little boy. They put you out in three
seconds. And that was only about 1/3 my power. Had I really
clamped down your scrawany little neck would have snapped in
two. How do these long, strong legs feel ? Is Mary as strong
as I am ? I know you're not in my league. Now, I'm going to
do the same thing to you with my arms and then we'll just
play it by ear from there."
Training with Muscle - The Woman's Way
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Hi ! My name is Nancy and I'm going to tell you a story
that will show you how I use my tremendous strength to train
men - the weaker sex. My interest in this started with my
brother, but I discovered that no man I have ever competed
with could cope with my strength; and I enjoy watching them
thrash around and watch their faces turn different colors
before I add more power and knock them unconscious. As I
stand over their pathetic, wasted bodies and watch them
"sleep" I can feel the power of my own sensational body. I am
5'9" tall with 25" thighs and 16" calves. My powerful arms
measure 16" flexed and my measurements are 38E-24-36; and I
have the face, I'm told, of a dark haired goddess.
 
As I said I have totally reduced my brother to a total
wimp. It's not even any contest any more. I met a guy who
said he wanted to experience the things I had done to Don;
but I could sense that he felt like no woman could do those
things to him. He was a perfect victim. I decided that I was
going to tell him exactly what I was going to do to him and
then do it. " Bob, I think I'll knock you out with my arms to
start with. I'm going to wrap my arms around that neck of
yours and slowly increase the pressure as you struggle to
keep from going out. Now you try as hard as you can to keep
me from doing what I say I'm going to do to you. " We
circled around a little and then I grabbed a handful of hair
and slammed his neck into my arms. I had him right where I
wanted him and I slowly increased the pressure. He was
dancing around, pushing at my arms and moaning that I was
breaking his neck. I began to verbally humiliate him about
being too weak to resist my great strength, even when I had
told him what I was going to do. I tired of his pathetic
pleadings so I said, " Ok, little man, I think it's time you
took a nap. Put your hands on my arms and feel how hard my
muscles get as I crush you into oblivion. " I put more power
into the hold and I felt his body go limp. I dropped him in a
heap at my feet and I knew he was mine. He wasn't out long,
but I let him rest for a few minutes.
 
" I told you you were no match for me. Now you get to feel
the power of my long, strong legs. I'm going to wrap them
around your head in a variety of scissor holds and I'm going
to put you out several times. When I'm finished you will be
on your knees begging me to let you serve me in any way I
want. You'll do what I say and you will say anything I want
to hear or I'll continue to physically destroy you until you
obey me. I'll bet I will even be able to make you stick that
scrawny neck between my beautiful thighs and beg me to crush
you with them. " This guy was scared at this point so I
didn't have to work to hard to get him in a forward neck
scissors. I could have put him out then, but I wanted to
demoralize him some first.
 
I would crush his neck until he was almost out then relax
some and let him regain some of his senses. I made him feel
my thighs as I flexed the rock hard muscles that were making
mince meat of him.
After several minutes of this, which he later told me
seemed like hours, I decided to end the slaughter. So, I
poured on the power and after a few convulsive jerks of his
body he went limp between my strong thighs. He was out for
about 5 minutes. When I noticed him coming to I walked over
and bent over, giving him a good look at my cleavage, and
said, " Now, Wimp, are you getting the picture ? I'm just too
much woman for you to handle. I think you've just about had
it so I'll finish you off this time with my famous reverse
head scissors. " And with that I laid down and placed his
face in between my thighs in a reverse head scissors and
slowly increased the pressure until he began to thrash around
like a fish out of water. I was laughing so hard at his
futile attempts to get loose that I almost had to release the
hold. However, I got control of my self and closed my thighs
over his face and snuffed him out cold again.
 
It took him a good five minutes to revive again and this
time I just stood over him with my hands on my hips and
looked down at him. After a few minutes he finally figured it
out and with all the speed and energy he could muster, which
wasn't much, he got on his knees before me and begged me to
stop beating him up. Then he pleaded with me to let him put
his head in between my strong thighs and for me to finish him
off with another knock out. I simply spread my legs and he
crawled over and placed his neck between my calves. This guy
was so addle brained he didn't know the difference between
calves and thighs; or, did he think my calves couldn't hurt
him ? Well, he found out just how strong they are when I
stood on my toes and squeezed his neck flat. His tongue was
hanging out and his face turned red as he gasped for air.
Just before he went out I released this hold and slammed his
face into my crotch then I really poured on the power and
held him there until his limp, weak male body had been
reduced to nothing.
 
The first thing he saw when he came to was me standing
over him flexing my powerful muscles. I made him get on his
knees again and feel my calves, thighs and pumped up arms.
Then I made him kiss my muscles and various other parts of my
superior female anatomy. And I made him admit that my
muscular legs and arms were just too much for a male. And
once again I had demonstrated how to train with muscle - the
woman's way.
 
I see that look. I can make a believer out of you too.
Maybe I won't finish you off so fast. Anytime you want to try
me on for size just let me know.
Another Hot Wife Tale
Damn this Beltway! God damn this stupid Beltway!
I had just finished a double shift at the hospital. My
relief was a Dear, showing up a little early, and letting me get
out of there sooner than I expected. I was exhausted but still
keyed up, and I wanted to get home and shower. But first, I had
to pick up the girls at my mother's and stop and get something
for dinner. Of course, the air-conditioner in the car still
didn't work, but it was only about 98 degrees in the shade,
anyway!
I debated which way to go and had the bad luck to get on the
Beltway and get caught in a dead-stop traffic jam.
Usually, at four in the afternoon, the Beltway traffic was
slow, just starting the after-work rush hour, but it moved.
Today, the traffic was at a complete stop. My guess was there
was a very large accident somewhere ahead.
With my foot taking root in the brake pedal, my mind began
to drift. Still a little buzzed on all the coffee and a couple
of the little red pills I took to help me through the double
shift, my mind began zinging around, thinking about getting the
girls, debating McDonalds or Chinese for dinner, wondering why
Frank couldn't ever pick up dinner on HIS way home, relaxing in
the shower...
...all of a sudden, I broke out of my deep reverie to
realize that I was staring at the most beautiful naked chest I
had ever seen in my life. And it was only two feet from my eyes!
It was gorgeous! Tan and glistening in the bright sunlight,
the skin was taut over rippled muscles. I watched in pure and
complete fascination and delight as a drop of sweat rolled off
the left shoulder, slicing through the patina of dust and pollen,
down past the beautiful, dark rose nipple, over the rib section,
down past the navel, and into the band at the top of the shorts.
I was breathing fast through my clenched teeth and had trouble
swallowing.
"Like to take a picture, pretty lady?"
My concentration broken, I shifted my gaze up to the chest's
face. He was young, late high school, early college at the
oldest, sitting on a cooler in the back of a pick-up truck with
several other snickering boys -- the truck had some landscaper's
name on the door.
The face on top of that chest was beautiful.
His hair was thick, sun-lightened and matted to his forehead
with sweat. His large blue eyes shined like they were back-lit.
Full lips. Deeply-tanned, prominent cheekbones. Strong chin,
2-day beard. This boy-man was any female's erotic daydream.
Traffic started to move!
I panicked! I didn't want to loose this kid! I wasn't
ready to stop looking at him, yet!
What was happening to me? I had never felt like this,
before! I was excited and desperate for this feeling not to end.
I had never done anything like this in my life! I had never
cheated on Frank in our entire married life, and I really wasn't
thinking it through that far; I just wanted more of that chest
and that face. I wanted to feel him!
My car jerked to a stop beside the truck, again.
"I want more than a picture," I said, "can I give you a
ride?"
Over the "woofs" and "ooo's" of the other boys, the face
smiled and blushed, "Thanks, I have a ride. I don't need one."
"Well, how about a fuck, then? Do you need one of those?"
At the same time I was saying it, I couldn't believe I was SAYING
it!
Traffic started to move again, and the truck lurched ahead.
"Hurry!" I shouted through the open window.
To the high-fives of his friends, the face and chest jumped
out of the moving truck, grabbed his lunch cooler, ran back
between the lanes, opened the passenger door, and flopped into
the passenger seat, smiling.
He looked at me, in my whites, "A nurse, huh? My name is
Doug."
I smiled back and immediately moved the car over to the
right, cutting off cars in two lanes, and pulling off the Beltway
at the next exit.
It was that easy? Are all men that easy?
Just off the ramp were several motels, two national chains
and a small, sleazy looking independent. I didn't have to think
twice about my choice. I filled out the registration, broke the
hundred-dollar bill I keep for emergencies, and grabbed the key
the old man threw on the counter.
The room was three doors down from the office, and I was
turning the air-conditioner up to "HIGH" by the time Doug walked
into the room.
"I better shower," he said.
"No."
"But I'm dirty and sweaty. I've been working outside all
day."
I was unzipping my uniform, "No, I want you just like you
are, right now. Sweat and dirt and everything!"
He got the hint and started untying his boots. I dropped my
uniform to the floor and peeled off my pantyhose. My slip, bra
and panties piled up at the foot of the bed. I ripped the spread
off the bed and sat watching Doug.
He saw me watching and made a little production out of
dropping his khaki shorts and boxers. The band of clean, white
skin shone in the dark room. His cock was hard and bobbed up and
down.
"Great tits. You sure are sexy," he started, "what's..."
"Don't talk, Doug. I didn't bring you here to talk."
He climbed on the bed, positioning himself between my spread
legs.
"Do it, Doug! God dammit! Do it!"
And he did. His body fell on top of me and his cock banged
around between my legs, searching for my slit. One quick
maneuver with my hand and Doug lunged his hardness home.
He was fucking me!
I wrapped my hands around his shoulders and my legs around
his thighs. I could smell his sweat and feel the gritty dirt on
his skin. He slammed into me, causing me to gasp from the force.
I shifted weight and rolled us both over. Now, he was on
his back and I was riding his hips. His hands moved up to my
tits, roughly cupping them, pinching the nipples, and I settled
my hands back on his thighs, pumping him in and out of my pussy.
He grunted once. Then again. He was cumming! So fast!
I pumped my cunt up and down until his breathing slowed and
he opened his eyes. "Oh, wow, Lady! That was great! How about
you?"
"Not yet. Don't move."
I slid my cunt off his softening cock and then moved my face
over his crotch. He dick was a mess, covered with cum. His
sweat smell was strong.
Then I did something I had never done, before -- I leaned
forward and sucked a wet cock into my mouth. His cum taste was
strong and the texture was gooey, but I didn't care. I licked
the soft underside and sucked on the bulb of pink flesh at the
end. I licked his damp and musky balls. My finger searched for
his anus (another first!) and I felt his cock begin to harden in
my mouth as I pushed a finger up his ass. In a moment, he was
hard enough.
I knelt on the bed and put my head down to the mattress,
wiggling my ass at his face, "Here! Fuck me!"
He knelt behind me and shoved it up my cunt. No talent, no
finesse, no style, attacking me with a blunt instrument -- he was
perfect for what I needed. In a few strokes, I was lit up and
cumming like a three-dollar whore.
Doug was young and it now showed. He slammed his meat into
me for nearly twenty more minutes before he came. I was on one
steady come, hitting heights ever few minutes. When he come, he
collapsed on top of me, pinning me to the bed, scratching my
shoulder with his beard. We were both breathing hard.
"God! You are one hot woman! You really wanted to get
fucked, didn't you?"
I managed a nod.
He finally got up and went into the bathroom. I was dressed
and tying my shoes when he came out.
"Are we done? Where are you going? I don't even know your
name!"
"I have a life, Doug, and I have to get back to it. You
were great, and just what I needed. Thanks."
"Well, wait up. I need a ride home!"
I put three twenties on the bureau. "You can have the room
till tomorrow morning, if you want. Here's some cash. Watch a
dirty movie, have a pizza delivered, and take a cab home. On me.
I have to get going."
As I closed the door I heard him mumble, "You crazy bitch!"
 
I pulled up in front of my mother's house and beeped the
horn. My daughters, 12 and 10, came running out and I waved at
their Granny as I pulled away.
Melissa, the 12 year old, looked over at me, "Wow, Mom, what
have you been doing? You look a mess"
Krissy concurred from the back seat, "Yeah, your hair looks
terrible."
I asked them about their day and we went through McDonald's
Drive-Thru without incident. At home, Frank was just getting out
of his car as we pulled up. He waited and then kissed us all on
the cheeks.
"Hi, Honey. You look like you had a tough day."
"Yeah, it was long and hard. The girls already told me my
hair was a mess. They just don't appreciate the effort I went
to, to get it looking this way!"
He tousled it with his hand, "I noticed, but I thought it
looked sexy. How was the traffic on your end?"
I smiled at him, "Well, Dear, the Beltway was a real mess.
I won't soon forget today's traffic jam. This one guy was really
zipping in and out, then he got behind me, and he just wouldn't
get off my ass."
Frank patted my shoulder, "I know, Julie, there are some
real fucking assholes out there."
"You can say that again, Honey."
Maybe the guilt would come later.
Then, again, maybe it won't!
Open Door Policy, The
My wife, Andrea, is still a knock-out at 35. Dark, flaming red hair,
green eyes, great skin and a fantastic body (36C-24-35). She is as close
to a nudist as I've ever met. After we were married, I realized how much
she loved wearing nothing or as little as possible around the house and I
loved it.
One day, I came home from work and arrived at the front door at the
same time as the paperboy. He's a nice, good-looking kid around 15 or 16
and we said our hellos and he gave me the paper. At the same time, Andrea opened the door and stood there, stark naked! The paperboy got a huge grin on his face as his eyes took in my wife's great body. Andrea slammed the
door and the paperboy left with a big smile on his face.
When I entered the house, Andrea was still blushing and said she just
wanted to give me a big hello and hadn't realized Tommy was standing out
there. I was a little excited about the whole scene and as I kissed
Andrea, I let my hand find its way to her pussy. To my surprise, she was
dripping wet! Her sudden exposure had turned her on, too.
Andrea pulled her lips away from mine and said, "David, I'm so hot! I
want you to fuck me, right here!" And I did. Right there on the
livingroom floor.
A couple of weeks later, the computer system at work went down, and we
all left early. As I walked home from the bus stop, I could see two
bicycles on my front porch. I opened the front door and immediately heard
moaning noises from the bedroom. Trying to be as quiet as possible, I
snuck out and crept around the side of the house to look in the bedroom
window. When I looked inside, I saw Andrea lying on her back with her legs
spread open. Tommy, the paperboy, was sliding his large and hard cock in
and out of my wife's cunt, and Tommy's even bigger friend was sliding his
cock in and out of her mouth!
After they left, I walked back around front and let myself in. Andrea
was taking a shower. I walked into the bathroom and told her what I had
just seen. She immediately begged me not to get angry and promised that it
would never happen again. I told her to my surprise, as well as hers, that
I was a little angry, a little jealous and a lot turned-on. After we
fucked out brains out for the next hour, Andrea told me all about it.
The day after Tommy had seen Andrea naked at the front door was
collection day for the paper. Andrea had very little on -- only one of my
dress shirts, with few buttons buttoned -- but invited Tommy and his big
friend in, anyway, while she got the money. She said she was really
enjoying the hard, hot looks her body was getting from the two young guys.
When she couldn't find anything under a twenty dollar bill, Tommy said he
couldn't make change, but maybe Andrea would like to pay "another way."
Andrea said, "Thanks for the offer, boys. But stop by later, and I'll
have the cash."
With that, Tommy's friend grabbed Andrea from behind and pulled her
down on the sofa. She was naked under the shirt and was wet from her
little teasing and Tommy pulled out his prick and started to fuck her all
in seconds. She said it happened so fast, she didn't even scream and that
after a few strokes of his meat, her anger and indignation turned to
passion, and she began begging Tommy to fuck her as hard and as deep as he
could. When Tommy came, his friend started to undress and Andrea said,
"Let's move this into the bedroom, where we'll be more comfortable."
She said they were both good and eager and she fucked both of them
twice that afternoon. And they had been coming back, everyday, since.
I told Andrea that I was sure I would not be mad if I could stay home
the next day and hide in the closet when Tommy and his friend came by for
their daily fuck. She happily agreed.
The next day, I was hiding in the closet when the doorbell rang.
Andrea answered the door in the same shirt she had been wearing on that
first day. She had it unbuttoned to the navel and the tail was barely long
enough to cover her red pussy hair. I could hear some talking and laughing
and then, finally, Andrea invited the boys into the bedroom.
Andrea stripped off her shirt and lay down on the bed with her legs
spread wide open. She gave me a perfect view of her already-wet pussy.
Tommy got on the bed and in one motion, slid the entire length of his cock
into her pussy. While Tommy was fucking my wife, his friend was at the
side of the bed jerking on his hard cock with one hand and grabbing
Andrea's big tits with the other. After a couple of strokes, Andrea pulled
him over and slid his cock into her mouth.
The only break in the fucking and sucking was when Andrea had Tommy
pull out of her and she got on her hands and knees. She then got the
perfect rhythm going, so that when one cock was filling her cunt, the other
was filling her mouth. The two boys fucked her several times in admirable
fashion. On the last time, Tommy was fucking her doggie style and reached
under to finger her clit. Andrea had such a massive orgasm, I thought she
was going to pass out.
When they finally left, I came out of the closet and asked Andrea if
she was alright. She said yes, and begged me to fuck her because she waned
to see what it felt like to have her cunt fucked by three different cocks
in one day. Needless to say, I gladly obliged her slutty request! When we
were done, I asked her if every afternoon was that wild.
She smiled and said, "Wilder. I felt a little inhibited because you
were watching!"
 
 
4 Granted
Part I
Since graduating from college, Simon and Melisa lived with her
parent's at their large estate in Rhode Island. Melisa, more than Simon,
wanted to move out, away from her rich father's influence. Even though
he had the best intentions in the world, Melisa didn't want her husband
conforming to her father's conservative way of life, which she felt
Simon would if they remained living there. As it was, her husband could
be a real stick in the mud at times, and Melisa didn't want him getting
any worse.
Her prayers were answered one day when Simon received an unexpected
job offer from one of his old friends. The sexy, but spoiled, redhead
used all of her charms and every trick she knew to coax Simon into
accepting the offer, which was no small accomplishment since her father
had a counter offer for a large pay increase and a better position
within his corporation for Simon. In the end though, Melisa won out, and
they moved away to Simon's home town in northern Wisconsin.
Tonight, a week after their move, her husband's old high school
friends were having a welcome home party at The Landing, a small lodge
hidden deep in the woods. Away from their wives for the evening, Simon's
buddies proceeded to get drunk out of their minds while telling Melisa,
the only woman present, about the wild times they use to have together.
After a couple hours of drinking and listening to their tall tales,
Melisa began feeling the effects of the alcohol she had consumed. In yet
another toast made by someone, she gulped down her fifth shot of
whiskey. Melisa, feeling no pain and more than a little horny, then
started giving her husband some not-so-subtle suggestions about how
amorous she was. With a drink in her hand and sporting a devilish grin,
the petite redhead un-characteristically walked up to him and asked
Simon to go outside, suggestively squeezing his buns and winking at him.
Simon grumbled, "Maybe, later."
 
Finally slipping away from the boisterous crowd an hour later, Melisa
walked over to the far end of the patio behind The Landing. The view was
incredible. It was a clear and cloudless night with a huge, bright full
moon hanging in the sky. Like the largest light bulb ever created, the
moonbeams sparkled off the water of the lake below, bathing the
surrounding forest and patio in a soft white glow. When she reached the
railing, Melisa noticed the shadow of someone off to the side, but she
was too horny to concern herself with one of her husband's drunk
friends.
Slowly turning around, she tilted her head back, and parted her lips
for a kiss. His hands immediately went to her breasts as he bent down to
kiss her. Melisa felt him groping around at the top of her expensive
dress, almost ripping it, as he tried to get his hands inside. He
finally pushed her dress from her shoulders and pulled it down. His
touch felt like fire when his fingertips finally dipped inside the lace
cups of her bra. Melisa could feel his urgency, his desire, and she was
happy that it matched hers. She heard a slight tear, then a loud rip. In
his lustful state he had torn her bra apart. The round curves and
softness of her large breasts were now totally exposed to the night air.
Melisa didn't care that he had ripped her bra. She had waited three long
hours for this, and a torn piece of clothing wasn't going to dampen her
excitement.
He pinched her already hardened nipples while his lips continued to
crush and smother hers in a sloppy kiss. Melisa moaned her hunger into
his open mouth. He dropped his hands and seized the undulating cheeks of
her firm ass. Because he was 6' 4" and she was only 5' 5", even with 3"
heels on, their embrace didn't last long. Already Melisa's neck was
getting sore from leaning back at such an awkward angle. Breaking their
kiss, she pressed her hands against his chest, and stepped back a bit.
Simon's heart almost stopped beating when his wife reached out to open
his jeans. With lust in her eyes, Melisa quickly undid his pants, and
pushed them and his underwear down to his ankles. Dropping to her knees
in front of him, Simon held his breath as Melisa teasingly licked and
kissed her way slowly up his thighs. He gritted his teeth when her lips
parted, and she encircled the crown of his dick with them. Simon though
his head would explode when his wife's mouth began to suck and swallow
his now completely hard shaft. Her saliva was making his dick glisten
like the lake below them. In the two years they had known each other,
Melisa had never sucked him off before. Simon was too stunned by the
sight of her luscious, red lips sliding up and down his thick rod to say
anything to her now. While she gently fondled his testicles with her
right hand, his wife reached around and massaged his ass with her other
one. Melisa then began moaning in delight as her mouth proceeded to
steadily increase its loving action. Almost ready to climax, he reached
for the back of her head, but Melisa removed her mouth from his cock and
raised herself up.
"I can't wait any longer. I want you to fuck me. Right here, right
now!" his wife panted as she lifted her dress up to her waist and spread
her feet apart.
Simon had tried telling her that The Landing wasn't as fancy as the
places back east, only a local hang out for the loggers and a few
sportsmen who knew of it, but Melisa insisted on dressing up for the
party anyway. In the bright moonlight, the sight of her shapely legs
encased in tan nylons and perched atop a pair of high heels was the most
erotic vision Simon had ever seen. When Melisa's trimmed, red pussy
hairs came into view, Simon was shocked. He didn't know she had left the
house without wearing any panties.
With the top of her dress down and the bottom of it raised, Melisa
hoped she looked like a woman begging to be fucked. That's what she was,
and that's what she wanted to look like. It had been over a month since
Simon had fucked her last, and Melisa thought she'd die if she didn't
get fucked now.
With ease, he lifted her 105 pound frame up and kissed her hard on the
mouth. Melisa wrapped her arms and legs around him, kissing him back
with a passion Simon didn't know she had. When her silky legs surrounded
his mid-section and she locked her ankles together, he cupped the cheeks
of her small ass in the palms of his hands. With one swift and powerful
thrust, his entire cock pierced and buried itself inside her pussy.
Melisa suddenly broke their kiss and cried out. Savoring the way his
cock had enlarged and filled her pussy so completely, his wife held
herself steady for a moment. Every nerve in her body tingling with
excitement, and a barrage of fireworks was going off behind her tightly
closed eyelids. After the initial wave of pleasure passed, Melisa looked
into his eyes and in a throaty whisper said, "It's been so long!" His
wife then crushed her mouth over his in another wet and passionate kiss.
Simon was shocked that his prim and proper wife from the east coast
could ever act this way.
"Come on, baby, really give it to me. Fuck my brains out! Faster!
Faster!" Melisa hissed as she began to wildly bounced up and down,
impaling herself upon his cock with every once of energy she had.
Simon was starting to feel dizzy, and wasn't able to stand on his own
two feet any longer. While Melisa continued to fuck him like some sex-
starved nymphomaniac, Simon weakly dropped down to sit on the wooden
bench by the railing.
Melisa cried out again, "Come on, honey, fuck me faster! Please, baby,
faster! I'm almost there. Fuck me, baby! Fuck me!"
Suddenly, Simon became sick to his stomach. Just in time, he leaned
over the patio and heaved his guts out.
After Melisa straightened out her clothes, she kissed him one more
time then went back to rejoin the party. Simon threw up again when the
man who just fucked his wife followed her inside.
 
"Good morning, sleepy head." he heard a soft and far away voice say.
The throbbing pain started as soon as Simon opened his eyes. Melisa
leaned forward and gently kissed her husband on the forehead, while her
hand ducked under the covers.
"How could you?" was all Simon said, not even flinching when Melisa's
cold fingertips touched his crotch.
"Hey, I did everything I could last night to get you to... you know...
make love to me. I'm still horny, Simon."
The pain in his temples was replaced by a dizziness as blurred images
of the scene he witnessed on the patio at The Landing came back to him.
Melisa's silky legs were wrapped around another man. Another man's huge
hands were squeezing her tiny ass cheeks as she furiously leaped up and
down on him. Another man's tongue was probing her open mouth in an eager
kiss. Simon closed his eyes in torment. Was it all just a bad dream? Did
he only imagine that Melisa had sex with someone else last night? His
wife mistook his confused look as a sign of a hangover.
"Do you want something for your headache, or how about some
breakfast?" Melisa asked as she slipped out of bed and threw her robe
on. "Maybe after you're feeling better, we could... mess around."
"Mess around?" Simon said, then mumbled under his breath as she walked
out of their bedroom, "That's not what I'd call it!"
Melisa was right about one thing though, Simon was experiencing the
worst headache of his life. It had been a long time since he went out
drinking with the guys, and now it was time to pay the piper. His
stomach did a sudden flip-flop, and he made a mad, stumbling dash for
their bathroom.
On his knees in homage, Simon had no offering for the porcelain god.
His belly was empty. All he could do was listen to his gut wrenching
prayers as they echoed around in the rotund bowl, making his head pound
that much more. His stomach began hurting from the violent convulsions
it was going through trying to present anything in praise to the short,
white deity he was kneeling in front of, but it had nothing to give.
Like a rejected beggar, Simon bowed his head and implored the powers to
be for mercy. The icy-cold, ceramic altar was soothing his forehead when
his silent petition was answered. The toilet seat came crashing down on
the back of his neck.
"Oh, honey, are you okay?"
Simon turned toward the compassionate voice he heard, and looked up
through the hallow-like hole above his head.
"My, oh, my! Don't we look green." Melisa said and then started
laughing.
"It's not funny!" Simon groaned, half in anger, half in self pity.
"From where I'm standing, you look funny. Here," Melisa said as she
grabbed her husband's arm and helped him to his feet, "get back to bed.
You'll need to sleep this one off."
After making him take some asprin with a full glass of orange juice,
Melisa tucked her husband into bed like a little boy.
 
"JESUS H. CHRIST! GET YOUR ASS OUT OF BED!" came the shout that woke
him up.
"Leave me alone!" Simon grumbled, not bothering to open his eyes to
see who was there.
"Hey, Mel, you got any coffee made?" Simon's best friend Bob, yelled
out.
"It should be ready in a few minutes."
"Come on, those muskies are practically dying to jump in the boat,
LETS GO!"
All Bob got was another tortured grunt.
"Did Simple Simon have too much to drink last night? Does his little
head hurt?" Bob teased.
"ASSHOLE!"
"PUSSY!"
"Double asshole!"
"Weekend Weed Whacker!"
Simon opened his eyes at his friend's last jab. He remembered it was a
derogatory nickname the locals called all the city people.
"What the hell are you doing here? It's not even..." then Simon
remembered they were suppose to go fishing this morning.
"Damn, what did those people on the east coast do to you?" Bob said,
then quickly yanked the covers off of Simon.
"Hey, Melisa, Simon's got one of them retractable fishing rods and the
line's all tangled up! You better get in here and help this poor boy,
cause I sure as hell ain't!"
"OKAY, I'm up already! Now get the hell out of here while I get
dressed!"
"Never mind. False alarm." Bob shouted.
In the kitchen, Melisa sarcastically stated, "Another one!"
 
"I need to ask you something, Bob."
"No, we're not going in! I don't care how many times you throw up, or
how green you get. I'm always out here until I get my quota, so don't
ask again."
"It has nothing to do with that." Simon said.
"What is it then?"
When his friend didn't answer, Bob turned his head around. Simon
seemed to be looking at something in the distance, so Bob followed his
line of sight, and tried to figure out what it was. Seeing nothing out
of the ordinary, he asked again, "Well, you going to tell me what's on
your mind?"
Confused, hurt, angry and still hung over, Simon said, "Never mind."
 
Melisa was so startled to hear the knocking at the front door that she
almost dropped the box of crystal she was carrying into the dinning
room. Setting it on the table, she yelled out, "I'll be right there!" A
man wearing only a T-shirt and jeans, his back turned to the door, was
standing on their porch. Boy!, she thought, They sure grow them big up
here! Melisa suddenly realized she was still only dressed in her short
robe. She jumped when the man began knocking again. Opening the door up
enough to stick her head out, the half-naked housewife asked, "What can
I do for you?"
"Hi there! My name's Jack. Sorry to bother you, but can I use your
phone? My truck got a flat and I need to call somebody out here. It's
just down the road a bit." he said with a smile.
"Don't you have a spare?" Melisa asked,, afraid to let a stranger in
the house, especially the way she was dressed.
"Don't I wish! Listen, I haul logs for the mill, so it's not my rig,
but if I'm not back by a certain time, I'll be in deep shit. Look, I
just need to let them know I got a flat, then I'll go back out there and
wait for them to send somebody to fix it."
"Where are my manners? I'm sorry. Come in, the phone is in the living
room." Melisa said as she opened the door all the way.
Jack stepped in and followed her as she walked past him after closing
the door. Tom was right. Not only was the redhead beautiful, but she had
a fantastic body! She was a little small for his taste, but if
everything else Tom said was true, he could overlook that. When Melisa
turned around to face him and point at the phone on a table by the wall,
Jack had to swallow his heart. The red haired beauty before him had the
biggest pair of tits he'd ever seen on a woman her size.
While Jack was on the phone, Melisa knew she should have gotten
dressed. Every time she turned around the man's eyes were on her. It was
like he didn't care if anyone was on the other end of the line. Her
cheeks turned red and her pulse quickened when she saw his gaze fix upon
her breasts. Pulling her robe together to hide herself from his stare
only seemed to make Jack's eyes grow larger. Looking down, she noticed
the thin material of her short, white satin robe was stretched tightly
across chest, making her erect nipples even more visible. Completely
embarrassed for getting excited just from having a man look at her,
Melisa ran into the kitchen.
"I've got to hand it to you, Tom, you were right." Jack said when the
woman disappeared. "She sure is something else! How long have I got?"
"Well, it's only nine and she's probably sober by now, so be here when
everybody gets back from lunch." his boss said.
"Thanks! See you at one." Jack replied as he hung up the phone.
Now all he had to do was figure out a way of getting the redhead to
let him stay in the house while a fictitious emergency truck repaired
his fictitious flat tire.
"Say, lady!" he called out, "Can I use your bathroom?"
"It's the first door on the left, down the hallway."
When she heard the man close the bathroom door, Melisa raced from the
kitchen and into her bedroom. She hurriedly straightened up the bed,
threw the clothes she wore last night into the closet and took her robe
off. After wiggling into a tight pair of pink bikini panties, she
searched for a matching bra in her dresser drawer. From the corner of
her eye, Melisa saw something move, and bolted upright in surprise.
Less than two feet away, Jack was standing in the open doorway to the
adjoining bathroom. He didn't say anything, didn't even apologize for
sneaking up on her, but then he didn't have to. The way he was looking
at Melisa said it all. Before, when he was on the phone, his looks were
appreciative, even complimentary. Now, there was something else in his
eyes, and Melisa started to tremble. Jack was awed by the near flawless
set of tits the young redhead had. And her nipples! My God, they were
the most perfectly shaped little nubs he had ever laid eyes on!
The two of them just stood there, both with their mouth open and both
wanting something different. Neither knew what the other's next move was
going to be, so they both were afraid to move. Wearing only a flimsy
pair of panties, Melisa felt vulnerable and helpless. On the other hand,
Jack couldn't remember the last time he was this sexually aroused. It
was certain they couldn't just let the tension keep building up between
them, one of them had to do something, but which one was going to make
the first move?
Last night, Melisa had too much to drink, and just got carried away.
That's all it was. Yet, like last night, she could feel her pussy
beginning to moisten, and she became embarrassed again. The young wife
looked down, to keep the man from seeing the way she was blushing. Her
heart skipped several beats, and she stopped breathing. The man's cock
was sticking out of his open jeans, coming to life, bouncing slightly as
it grew larger and stiffer. Her nipples hardened all the more at the
sight, and Melisa became ashamed from the way she was reacting.
Tentatively, Jack raised his right hand. Melisa flinched at his sudden
movement, but stood her ground. Slowly he reached out to her. The sigh
the redhead made after his hand covered and gently squeezed her left
breast told Jack all he needed to know. He reached out with his other
hand and began slowly squeezing both her tits. Melisa legs wobbled, and
another sigh escaped from her still open and suddenly dry mouth. Jack
released her breasts, and his hands slid to her rib cage. Melisa clamped
her eyes shut and bit her lower lip as she raised her head. Her mouth
opened with a soft and pleading moan as his hands surrounded her slim
waist. She felt his fingers at her hips, hooking themselves inside the
only piece of clothing she had on. Like a hot knife through butter, Jack
ripped her panties on both sides.
Melisa's only response was to look up, not in surprise, but in
anticipation of his next move. Jack noticed the change in her and
reached down. Melisa's legs parted, and he lazily pulled the torn and
useless panties from between her quivering thighs. At that moment, they
both knew she was his. Melisa, almost in a trance, walked over to the
bed. She couldn't believe that she was again going to fuck a man she
didn't even know!
 
"That makes twelve, six each, right?"
"Yeah, yeah, I know. Jesus, Simon, you really look like shit! How
about we get you a little hair of the dog that bit you?"
"I just want to go back to bed." Simon said as he put his fishing gear
away.
"By the way, don't forget you and Mel are suppose to come over tonight
for dinner. Sue's been dying to meet your wife." Bob said.
"I meant to ask you about that. How come nobody else brought their
wife or girlfriend last night?"
"I'm not suppose to tell you this, but all the girls are planning a
big surprise dinner for you two day after tomorrow. Tell Mel to be
prepared, too. Some of them are pissed at her for catching you. I'm
pretty sure she'll even hear some catty remarks from Sue tonight."
"Look, Bob, I only dated Sue once, then stepped aside when you told me
how you felt about her."
"Shit, I'm not accusing you of anything. I wouldn't mind being in your
shoes, though. A lot of the other guys feel the same way. We're just
jealous. Hell, you were the star jock at school, had your pick of any
girl you wanted, got a nice scholarship, married a gal who's not only
the sexiest creature on earth, but comes from a rich family to boot! You
guys are the envy of the whole town, so you better get use to it. The
same goes for the rest of us. Yeah, I'm a little jealous, too, but I am
what I am. Just do me a favor, will you?"
"What's that?" Simon asked his friend.
"Don't let it go to your head. As far as I can tell, all your success
hasn't changed you. Try to keep that way."
 
Simon waved from the dock as Bob pulled his boat away. The fresh air
had done him some good. At least he wasn't sick anymore, and maybe only
a short nap would get rid of his headache.
As he walked up the hill to the lake front cottage they recently
bought, Simon thought of asking Melisa about last night. He then decided
it was best to get rid of his headache first. Besides, he still wasn't
sure if he had really seen Melisa with another man, or if he had dreamed
it all. Thankful that his wife wasn't around when he opened the door, he
tossed his fish into the kitchen sink, and headed off to bed.
Simon might as well have been shot with a gun when he opened his
bedroom door. In a way, he was. This was no dream. This was real! His
wife WAS with another man!
Melisa was kneeling over his prone body. Her hands were clutching at
his dick and balls, while her lips were sliding up and down his cock.
Simon could see the obscene lump in her cheeks expand and move as a
stranger's dick poked around inside his wife's sucking mouth. Simon
could see Melisa's tiny hands stroking the thick shaft of the huge cock
protruding from her lips. Simon couldn't see who the man was though. His
head was trapped between Melisa's thighs, hiding him from view, as she
lewdly smeared her pussy back and forth in a fucking rhythm on his face.
The wet slurping sounds of their tongues and mouths on each others
genitals made Simon sick to his stomach again. Their grunting, groaning
and moaning made his head pound more painfully. The brokenhearted Simon
wanted to die on the spot!
Melisa shamelessly made love to the man's cock with her mouth and
tongue as her fingers played with his hairy scrotum below her chin. Her
dainty hands then firmly grasped the base of his cock, and with ever
increasing speed, she began stroking his dick with both hands while her
head bobbed up and down. Melisa twisted her face in a corkscrew motion
and her hands continued to fly rapidly over the man's shaft until he
finally ejaculated. She suddenly gagged when his cock briefly forced its
way into her throat. She then moaned loudly in orgasm as vast amounts of
thick gooey cum poured from her lips and began running down the dick she
was still wantonly sucking.
Simon didn't see or hear any of this. He had rushed outside, racing
aimlessly up their driveway and then down the road. With tear stained
eyes, he looked up when he heard a car coming from behind.
"Well, hello there stranger! Long time no see. Hop in, I'll give you a
ride." a cheerful woman's voice said.
Like a zombie, Simon walked around to the other side of the car and
got in.
 
Letting the hot water of the shower pelt her still tingling body,
Melisa shook her head. She felt guilty for cheating on her husband a
second time, but she also felt marvelously satisfied and very relaxed,
something she hadn't felt in a long time. Melisa really did love Simon,
and knew that what she did was wrong, but she just couldn't help
herself.
Two years ago, before she ever met her husband, Melisa's sex life was
phenomenal. She was one of the most sought after girls on campus, and
with good reason. Melisa thought college was nothing but a four year
orgy and very seldom turned down a chance to have sex. She had no qualms
about letting any of her dates get into her panties. The guy had to be a
real geek if he couldn't get between her legs, and even then, Melisa
would at least give him head. As far as she was concerned, the only
thing in life that could come close to having a stiff cock was shopping.
Melisa knew everybody thought she was a slut, but it didn't matter
because no one would dare say it to her face. Her family's status in the
community prevented that. It was also the reason for her wild behavior.
The strict rules and conduct she had to abide by at home didn't apply
when she wasn't there. Her father's dated codes of what a lady should
act like always collided her unbridled spirit. And after high school,
she became even more rebellious toward him.
All of this seemed to change when she started seeing Simon. It was as
though her popularity had dropped to zero. All the guys stopped asking
her out, and wouldn't even flirt with her anymore. At 6' 5" and the
middle linebacker for the football team all four years he was there,
Simon was an imposing figure that nobody wanted to mess with, but Melisa
didn't take this into account. She thought men didn't find her
attractive anymore. In a way, this was all right, because she fell in
love with Simon, and didn't want her past indiscretions to ruin their
relationship.
But, within six months after they got married, Melisa began to feel
unwanted and repressed again. Even though she always wore the sexiest
clothes she could lay her hands on, Simon didn't seem to want her.
Before they moved, her confidence plummeted to an all time low because
he hadn't fucked her in over a month. She couldn't understand why Simon
didn't want to fuck as much as she did. Melisa just couldn't go that
long without sex, and didn't know how her husband could.
Sure, she enjoyed fucking the guy last night and the one this morning,
it helped take the edge off her sexual appetite. But she really didn't
want to fuck them, she wanted Simon to fuck her. "Well, if my own
husband won't screw me, at least I know other men still want to." she
said aloud when she stepped out of the shower. As degrading a thought as
this was, Melisa decided it wasn't her fault. She also made up her mind
that she'd fuck someone else again if Simon didn't start paying more
attention to her.
 
It was only eleven o'clock in the morning and already Simon was well
on his way to getting bombed. He picked up the tenth shot glass from the
neatly lined row of twelve, and gulped the fiery liquid down in a single
swallow. Janice was still sitting across from him, talking up a storm
about something or other. He didn't know what she was saying, or did he
really care. She had been yakking away ever since she picked him up on
the side of the road. He looked at her through the empty thick shot
glass. All he could see were two distorted red lines, opening and
closing.
"You still suck cock?" he blurted out.
Totally stunned, Janice sat there with her mouth hanging open as Simon
continued his one sided conversation.
"I didn't think my wife did, but she does. She's a pretty good at it
too, opens her mouth up real wide and plays with your balls. You play
with the balls when you suck a guy's cock?"
When the bartender looked their way because Simon wasn't being so
quiet anymore, Janice leaned forward and said, "Why don't I take you
home now, Sy. I think you've had enough."
"Is she with him?" he mumbled.
"What?"
"Is she still with him?"
"Simon, you're not making any sense. What are you talking about?"
Janice asked, not really understanding him.
Leaning over the table the way Janice was, Simon got to within inches
of her face and said, "My wife and some other guy are playing hide the
salami in our own fucking house!"
"I don't believe it! You're just imagining things. Why, from what I've
heard, your wife sounds like a real nice girl."
"I saw it with my own eyes! Melisa was sucking this guy's cock and
rubbing her pussy all over his face, right there in the middle of our
own fucking bed!"
"Listen, Simon, why would any girl in her right mind want to run
around on you? Besides, name one guy in this neck of the woods who would
even dare think of doing something like that with your wife. Hell, you
only moved back a couple of weeks ago. Nobody's even met her yet!"
Janice truly believed what she was telling her former boyfriend,
because that was how she felt. Six years ago, they were the hottest item
in town. Janice had dreams of marrying Simon one day and living happily
ever after, but then things changed. When he received a full scholarship
to a university on the east coast, she was happy for him, but also sad
because her plans for getting him to ask for her hand in marriage were
put on hold. The day Simon left for college, Janice thought her life
ended. She would have waited until Hell froze over, if he asked her to,
but never Simon did. Janice was completely shattered, and blamed herself
for letting him get away. Even though she had married someone else since
then, she still loved, and often dreamed of Simon. Janice doubted that
Melisa was cheating on him, but maybe, just maybe, this was the second
chance she'd been hoping and praying for.
Simon, for the first time since she picked him up, really looked at
Janice. Her soft chestnut hair was longer than it use to be, and her
face was thinner, but Janice was still very attractive. She still has
that look, Simon thought. Janice's deep brown eyes were what attracted
him to her in the first place. When they were alone in the past, which
was often, she would give him a look that was adoring, while at the same
time very sultry. She was giving him that look now, and the old feelings
for her were starting to come back. Simon reached out to hold Janice's
hand, but she jerked it back quickly.
"Let me get you home." she said as she gathered up her things.
"I told you, I don't want to go home."
"Well, I can't stay here all day, Sy. I've got shopping to do and a
house to clean. I really have to go."
Feeling sorry for himself again, Simon leaned back in his chair and
said, "I'll be fine, why don't you take off."
Driving away and leaving Simon at Don's tavern, Janice began thinking.
If his wife was really cheating on him, she could get Simon back. She
had heard the rumors about her own husband's infidelities and figured
that all she had to do was wait around and catch him in the act, then
file for a divorce. Janice suddenly pounded on the steering wheel when
she realized exactly what she was thinking about. "Damn it, Simon!", she
yelled, "Why did you have to come back?" and then she started crying.
Part II
"Where's dinner?" her husband called out to Janice when he got home
from work.
"If you don't mind, I thought we'd go out to eat." she yelled from
upstairs in their bedroom.
Normally, her husband preferred a home cooked meal, and Janice
expected him to object to her suggestion, but he surprised her.
"Let me give the Carsons a call. We were suppose to meet them later
for drinks anyway, so they might as well join us. How's The Landing
sound?"
"I thought we might go over to Don's place. We haven't been there in a
while." Janice replied quickly.
She was hoping to run into Simon again since he lived so close to the
small tavern. This was the reason she was getting dressed up.
"Okay, I'll tell them to meet us there for supper, then we'll all go
to the Landing for drinks when we're done." Tom yelled back.
Janice wasn't the only one with a motive for wanting to go out. After
hearing from Jack about how the hot redhead drained his balls this
morning, he wanted to see her again. In a perverse sense, this was Tom's
way of getting even with Simon. Several nights over the past six years
he heard Janice talk in her sleep and mention his name, but when he
asked her about it in the morning, she denied having any feelings for
him anymore. Tom didn't believe this, and suspected his wife was still
in love with her former boyfriend. He didn't plan last night's jaunt on
the patio with Simon's wife, but when it was over Tom looked at it as a
macho victory over the man his wife still cared for.
Janice finally came downstairs and announced she was ready to go. The
way she was dressed removed any doubts Tom had on how Janice felt about
Simon. Instead of the blouse, jeans, and sneakers that she usually wore,
Janice was decked out in a short pale-blue skirt, a tight fitting white
sweater, and heels. Right then, Tom made up his mind he was going to
fuck Simon's wife again, even if he had to go over to their house like
Jack did.
 
"Bob, will you tell him I need those shot glasses back. I only got
about five clean ones left!" the owner of the small tavern pleaded.
"Hear that, Simon? Don's cutting you off. Time to go."
"I'm not getting in that fucking boat again!" Simon shouted without
even looking up.
"What's your position on cars?"
Back and forth they went, Bob trying to get Simon to leave, and Simon
trying to get Bob to stay and drink with him. In the end, Simon won, but
only after Bob made him promise to eat something. Bob had seen his best
friend like this before, and knew all to well how belligerent he could
get. Don came over to the table then and asked, "Can I take these away
now?"
"Shit, it's about time!" Simon said.
Playfully, and not too hard, Don hit Simon over the head with a tray
he was carrying.
"What are you doing here anyway?" Simon finally asked Bob.
"Remember, you and Mel were suppose to come over for dinner tonight.
Well, if Mohammed won't go to the mountain, then the mountain will come
to Mohammed." Bob said as Melisa and Bob's wife Sue walked in.
Simon became very quiet when the two women sat down to join them.
While Sue and Melisa discussed the differences between life in the woods
and big city, Bob studied his friend. Something was troubling him, and
had been all day. He then noticed that every time Simon looked at
Melisa, he did so with a scowl. They must be fighting, he thought, and
sensed that things could get ugly, especially considering how much Simon
had to drink already. When Don came over to their table again, Bob
promptly ordered steak dinners for everyone. From past experience, he
knew this wouldn't change Simon's mood, but it would sober him up and
make him more reasonable. Melisa and Sue continued to talk up a storm
during dinner and, thankfully, Simon didn't argue when Melisa suggested
he quit drinking, at least until they finished eating.
The food did help. This, plus making him drink several cups of coffee
after dinner and splashing his face with ice-cold water in the small
bathroom, had Simon coherent now. He could focus his eyes, and knew
where he was and who was with him. When he talked, his speech wasn't
slurred and he could be understood.
"You okay, pal?" Bob asked before they went to rejoin their wives.
"Yeah, I'm doing better, thanks. Almost like old times, huh? Me
getting fucked up, and you coming to the rescue." Simon said as he dried
his face.
"Don't you think it's about time you stopped doing this kind of shit?"
"I guess so."
"Are you and Melisa getting along okay?"
"Boy, you sure are subtle." Simon answered.
"Come on, don't play any of your horse shit games, Simon! I've seen
the dirty looks you've been giving her. Fuck, you think I'm blind!"
"Hey, I can handle it."
"Look, we've been friends a long time. If you need someone to talk to,
I'll listen. But, if you and Melisa are having problems, keep it to
yourselves. Quit making other people around you feel uncomfortable!"
"I'm feeling better and I'll behave. Now, why don't we go back out
there and have a good time."
While Bob and Simon were in the bathroom, two other couples had come
in. They were still talking with Melisa and Sue when the men returned,
so Bob invited them to sit down. Within five minutes, he regretted this
and was ready to pull his hair out. After just straightening out Simon
in the bathroom, Melisa started acting up, and she was a lot more vocal
about it than Simon had been.
Sitting at their large table were eight people, Simon and Melisa, Bob
and his wife Sue, Simon's former girlfriend Janice and her husband Tom
(the stranger Melisa fucked last night), and Jack (the man Melisa fucked
this morning) and his wife Mary.
The verbal assaults began when Simon went over and sat down next to
Janice, leaving Melisa to sit between Tom and Jack. She was very quiet
for awhile, but it didn't last long.
"So, Janice, I hear you two were quite the couple... some time ago."
Melisa said in the cattiest voice she had.
"I believe we still look good... together." Janice replied, making the
same pause for effect that Melisa had.
Everyone now knew that Melisa and Janice didn't like each other. Simon
could tell Melisa was jealous of the tall brunette, and loved it. Janice
knew she was making Simon's wife jealous, and she loved it too. This set
the stage for an evening none of them would forget. After the two women
tired of making snide remarks about each other, with Melisa coming out
on the short end of most of them, they began a more open and direct
battle.
Melisa started it by asking Tom to play some music on the jukebox so
they could dance. While giving both Janice and Simon a watch-what-I-do-
next look, she grabbed Tom's arm and got up from the table. If looks
could kill, Janice would have been strapped into an electric chair and
executed on the spot. Melisa only smiled at the fuming woman. As she and
Tom walked over to the jukebox, Melisa's left hand dropped to Tom's
butt.
While the two of them were selecting songs, Bob picked up the
conversation at the silent table, talking about a local fishing contest
coming up. His wife took this as her cue, and started talking to Mary
about how pretty she looked.
Jack's wife, only 20 years old, was the youngest of the group. Mary
was also the giddiest girl any of them knew, always laughing and
generally avoiding any serious conversations. Her assumed deficiency of
brain cells was overlooked though, because Mary, before Melisa showed
up, was the most flirtatious woman in town. With a wild mane of blonde
hair and a body that could grace any centerfold, she looked like she
just finished having sex all the time. This, plus the revealing clothes
she always wore, had every man's dick hard for miles around. What people
didn't know was that Jack encouraged Mary to look and act this way. He
was proud of the way men made a fuss over his wife. Nobody in town knew
that Jack and Mary were swingers, but a few of them were about to find
out.
Sitting on Mary's right, Sue was shocked to see Jack's hand slide
under the short dress his wife was wearing. She tried not to look, but
couldn't take her eyes away as he pushed the hem of Mary's dress up,
exposing her young and slender thighs. Sue quickly glanced up, ready to
tell Jack he shouldn't be doing that in public, but he was grinning at
her and continued to move his wife's dress up higher. Bob was still
talking about the fishing tournament, and Simon and Janice were too busy
looking at their spouses to notice what was going on. Sue looked down
again as Jack began to rub the inside of Mary's thighs, her dress now up
to her waist. Mary was wearing a pair of crotchless pantyhose and
nothing else. Little wisps of blonde pubic hair poked through the lace
opening when Mary parted her legs to let Jack's fingers get closer to
her pussy. Sue thought that what the two of them were doing was vulgar,
and she knew she was wrong in watching them, but something had come over
her and she couldn't tear her eyes away.
While this was going on, Melisa and Tom began dancing. At first, they
kept a respectable distance from one another while traipsing around the
small area. Melisa then looked over at her husband and Janice. Moving
closer to Tom, she lowered her hand from his waist and placed in on his
rear end again. Janice was boiling inside. Not only did this east coast
bitch steal her first true love, she was now putting moves on her
husband as well.
Simon thought there was something strangely familiar about the way
Melisa and Tom looked together. Then it hit him. Tom must have been the
man Melisa fucked last night! Though not absolutely positive about it,
he felt certain that Tom was the one who made his wife act so
passionate.
While talking with Jack, Bob could see that his wife was nervous about
something. Sue was wiggling around in her seat and her face was becoming
flush. She also kept glancing up at everyone, like she was doing
something she wasn't suppose to be doing. Sue had more wine than she
normally did and was on her fifth glass now, so he thought she was
feeling guilty about that, and didn't pay any more attention to her.
What Bob couldn't see was that Sue's left hand was on Mary's right
leg. While she watched Jack slide his index finger into his wife's
pussy, Mary surprisingly grabbed Sue's hand and placed it on her knee.
Sue's eyes bulged out and she thought of jerking it away, but then
everyone would know what was going on, so she kept her hand still. Mary
then leaned forward, putting her elbows on the table, and asked Simon
something. When the others looked at him and waited for his reply, Mary
moved her leg up against Sue's and slowly began to rub it. When Simon
started talking, Mary casually reached down and placed her hand on top
of Sue's. When she didn't try to pull it away, Mary gently slid Sue's
hand up her thighs.
Sue thought she was crazy for allowing something like this to happen,
but she also found it too stimulating to quit. Though she knew how
pleasing nylon felt on her own legs, there was something forbidden and
very exciting about feeling it on another woman's legs. As the blonde
continued to use her hand to massage herself, Sue's heart began to beat
wildly. She could feel the firmness of the girl's thighs and got more
turned on. Sue nearly jumped out of her skin when Jack's hand suddenly
replaced Mary's. She had a hard time breathing as he squeezed her hand
and brought it up to the open crotch of his wife's pantyhose. Sue could
feel the heat rising from Mary's pussy as Jack moved her hand closer and
closer. Sue's fingertips felt the soft hairs between the blonde's legs,
and she quickly swallowed another sip of wine, choking on it.
Turning away from Simon for a moment, Bob asked, "Are you okay,
honey?"
"Just went down the wrong pipe." Sue said after clearing her throat,
but she didn't remove her hand from Mary's pussy even though Jack had
removed his.
Janice was silently sitting next to Simon, doing a slow burn as she
watched Melisa and her husband dance. Melisa was now blatantly rubbing
his butt in a suggestive manner, while shoving her breasts against him.
She couldn't blame Tom for pulling the sleazy tramp closer, and she
could even understand it when he put one of his legs between hers.
Melisa then started to grinding her pussy up and down on Tom's thigh.
Janice didn't like this one bit and decided it was time to show the east
coast slut that she could play the same game. Grabbing Simon's hand, she
angrily pulled him up from his chair and said, "Follow me."
 
"You should see those people out there! You'd think I was running was
a whore house or something." Don said to his wife as he brought a tray
of dirty dishes into the kitchen.
"What's going on?" Kathy asked.
"You know that girl who's always showing off to the guys?"
"She at it again?"
"No, it's worse!"
"What's she doing this time?"
"You won't believe me, so you better take a look for yourself."
"Let me finish cleaning this pot first." Kathy told her husband. "You
know, sometimes I think you're just a horny old goat who'd like to get
into her pants. The poor girl just likes to have fun, and since her
husband doesn't mind, I don't understand why you always have to make a
big deal out everything she does."
"Oh, yeah! Well, wait till you see what that poor girl of yours is
doing this time!"
Unknown to Don, Kathy was envious of Mary's looks, body, youth, and
the steady fucking she knew the blonde was getting. Kathy, on the other
hand, had to masturbate for her sexual relief because Don was always too
busy with their tavern. Even at fifty years old, Kathy was still in
pretty good shape and had received many offers from the men who came in.
Since she felt it would be wrong to cheat on her husband, she turned
them all down and masturbated instead. In fact, it was the blonde's
husband who really got her hooked on masturbating.
Jack had been trying to talk her into going to bed with him for some
time, but Kathy just considered his advances nothing more than friendly
flirting, albeit a little crude at times. About a year ago, when the
place was empty, he came in and started making a play for her again. As
usual, Kathy politely turned him down. Jack finished his beer and just
before leaving, he handed her a box, saying that until she changed her
mind it was something to remember him by.
After he was gone, Kathy opened the package, expecting to find a long
stem rose or type of flower. What she found was anything but flowers,
and she started to laugh. Jack had given her a dildo! She heard of
these, but never actually saw one before. It was two feet long, and each
end of the flexible rubber shaft was molded to look like the head of a
man's prick. Kathy wondered about its unusual size and shape. The naive
woman was confused. There was no way she could possibly get both ends of
the thing in her at once, so why did it have two dick heads?
Kathy put the dildo to good use though. She quickly became experienced
at using it, and after only a few days was addicted to masturbating with
it. For the first time in her life she could have a hard dick in pussy
for as long and as many times as she wanted it. She even stopped
bothering Don about having sex altogether. He didn't seem to mind,
because their constant bickering with one another had ceased, and Kathy
was in a better mood.
 
Jack kept talking to Bob, knowing that if he didn't and things got
quiet, Sue would move her hand away from Mary's pussy. While pretending
to be interested in what Bob was saying, Jack put his hand back under
the table and searched for Sue's. Both women stiffened when they felt
his fingers. Bob rambled on about his favorite subject while, right
across from him, his wife and Jack were rubbing Mary's pussy.
"Oh!" Mary sighed loudly when Jack's finger plunged into her wet slit
and he wiggled it around. "That's right, and if you don't get the hook
set just..." Bob continued, as if Mary was suddenly interested in
fishing.
Sue had to stifle a giggle at her husband's ignorance. With all the
wine, plus the outrageous things the three of them were doing, a crazy
idea popped into Sue's head. Moving her fingers above Jack's, Sue parted
the slippery lips of Mary's pussy and began stroking her clit with the
tip of her fingernail. Another sigh came from Mary, but Bob kept right
on talking. Sue then squeezed her hand around Mary's entire vulva,
leaving only a small puffy opening so Jack could continue to finger-fuck
his wife.
Mary bit her lower lip to keep from screaming out as Jack and Sue
played with her cunt under the table. The blonde had done some pretty
bizarre things since marrying Jack, but they had never anything in
public. Mary knew that most of the people in town thought she was a
flake and a tease. This was okay though, because she thought most of
them were boring. She wondered what people would say if they ever found
out that their recently elected Mayor's wife liked playing with another
woman's pussy.
Mary slowly began clenching and unclenching her ass cheeks, causing
her pussy to move up and down slightly. Jack shoved another finger
inside her and spread her pussy open. Sue released her grip from around
Jack's fingers, and then slid her middle one between his. At the same
time, they both pushed the digits into his wife's dripping hole. Mary
lost control, doubling over as though she had severe cramp in her
stomach.
"Are you all right, Mary?" Bob asked.
"I'm... okay." the trembling girl barely managed to say.
"Why don't we go to the ladies room, honey." Sue said as she stood up.
Jack looked past his wife and said, "You'll make sure she's feeling
better before she comes... back, right Sue?"
"Don't worry, she'll feel a lot better by the time we come... back."
As the two women went to the ladies bathroom, Bob noticed a big wet
spot in the seat of Mary's pink dress and made a comment to Jack about
it.
"She's got female problems... can't control her water very well." Jack
said convincingly, but knowing full well the stain was there because
Mary's pussy flowed juice easier than any woman he know of.
 
Out on the dance floor, it looked like Janice and Melisa had started a
dirty dancing contest. Each of them was lewdly sliding, rubbing, and
grinding their bodies against their dance partner's. Both Simon and Tom
had big grins on their faces while Melisa and Janice tried to out
perform each other. When Melisa slowly rotated her groin against the
crotch of Tom's pants, Janice did the same thing to Simon. Melisa then
stepped away a little, and seductively opened her blouse all the way.
Checking to make sure that Janice and Simon were still watching, she
placed Tom's left hand on her breasts and started sucking on the fingers
of his other hand.
Janice was fed up with the redhead's antics. Not thinking about what
she was doing and having a terrible temper to begin with, Janice was
going to show Melisa that she was sexier. Grabbing a chair from a near
by table, she dragged it over. After she made Simon sit down on it,
Janice spread his legs open and stood between them. Simon started to get
up, but she stopped him. "Sit down, Sy!" she shouted angrily, "She
started this, but I'm going to finish it!"
Kicking her heels off and lifting her skirt up to her waist, Janice
hooked her thumbs in the top of her pantyhose and panties and quickly
yanked them off. Simon got up again, but instead of pushing him back in
the chair, Janice deftly and suddenly had his pants open and down around
his ankles. When she was done, she shoved him back onto the chair.
Janice then quickly turned around and plopped down on Simon's lap, her
long and shapely legs on the outside of Simon's, and her hands gripped
tightly under the seat of the chair to prevent him from getting up
again. "Watch this!" Janice said to Melisa, and began rotating her ass
in circles over Simon's crotch, watching his dick grow hard as her pussy
rubbed its head.
 
Kathy finished up at the sink. Something wasn't right. Her head
snapped up, ears alert for any sound. All she heard was the music
playing in the other room, no talking or laughing. Turning her head
toward the swinging doors, Kathy spotted her husband sneaking over to
the pass-through window by the pool table and dance floor. Don was being
too quiet, so she dried off her hands on a towel and snuck up behind
him. A flash of light hit her eyes and she turned. It was only the
woman's bathroom light. One of the girls must have forgotten to turn it
off, she thought. Forever mindful of money, she'd turn the light off
first, then see what her husband was up to. Kathy couldn't believe her
eyes when she got to the bathroom.
The blonde haired Mary was straddling the toilet, her dress bunched up
around her waist and her legs spread apart. There was another woman
kneeling on the floor in front of her and she had her face between the
young girl's thighs. Kathy raced over to tell Don what was going on when
she was stopped dead in her tracks by another equally shocking sight.
Big Tom Jackson was in the middle of the dance floor, his pants around
his ankles, and a redhead was on her knees in front of him, sucking his
cock!
"Don, quick, come look at this!" Kathy whispered as loud as she dared.
Her husband turned around and said, "Never mind that, get over here and
see what these guys are doing!"
"I know, but you should see what's going on in the woman's bathroom!"
When Don turned around, his wife put her hands over her mouth and let
out a little shriek. He quickly stopped and spun his head around,
thinking he was missing something on the dance floor. Kathy walked up to
her husband, reached out for his hard dick, which was sticking out of
his pants, and began stroking it. Don then went to see what was going on
in the bathroom, Kathy right behind him, still holding onto his cock.
When he saw that the young blonde was getting her cunt eaten out by the
Mayor's wife, Don's jaw almost hit the floor. It didn't, but Kathy did,
with her knees. Bringing the tip of the biggest hard-on her husband ever
had up to her mouth, Kathy opened her lips and stuck her tongue out.
 
For reason, Mary looked at the bathroom door and noticed it was open a
little. She was about to reach out and close it when she saw that the
old coot who ran the place was spying on her. Deciding to let him get
his jollies, Mary opened the door a little more so he could get a better
look. She then pushed Sue away from her and turned around. Bending over
and raising her dress up, she looked at the kneeling woman behind her
through her legs and said, "Do me this way. After I come, I'll do you."
Sue couldn't believe the young blonde was being so bold, but she
placed her hands on Mary's ass anyway and then slid her tongue down
through the crack of her butt until she reached Mary's pussy again.
 
Cursing at him under her breath, Kathy still enjoyed sucking her
husband's already exploding cock. She had just gotten it into her mouth
when Don began spraying his cum all over the place. When he finished,
she let it pop out, and was more than surprised to see he was still
hard. Quickly unsnapping her jeans, she pushed them and her panties down
to her knees and laid on the floor in front of him. "Come on, honey,"
Kathy said while reaching up for him, "you can watch them and fuck me
before your dick gets soft. Hurry! Please, Don, fuck me!"
"I'll be right back." Don said, leaving his frustrated wife on the
floor.
She knew it was too good to be true. Don never wanted to make love to
her when she wanted it. Use to his neglect, but still on fire, Kathy
started masturbating right there on the kitchen floor.
Opening her pussy with the fingers of her left hand and shoving a
couple of them inside, she used the fingers of her right hand to
furiously rub against the base of her clit. Never touching the tip of
the super sensitive and elongated organ with her fingers, Kathy rolled
around on the floor as, once again, she had to fuck herself to reach an
orgasm.
 
After Janice started getting Simon's dick hard, Bob knew he had to
leave. This was no place for someone in his position to be. But his wife
and Mary were still in the bathroom. Bob suddenly went looking for Sue
when Melisa dropped to her knees and began sucking Tom's dick. As the
new Mayor, there was no way he could ever be associated with this new
turn of events. He had to get him and his wife out of there fast.
Hearing moans coming from the bathroom, Bob rushed to see if his wife
was okay.
There moaning all right, but it wasn't because Sue was sick, neither
was Mary for that matter. Both women were feeling just great. Bob was
startled to feel a hand at his crotch. Looking down, he saw Kathy, her
jeans around her ankles, trying to open up his fly.
"Are you crazy! Get your clothes back on! What's with you people?"
"Please, just let me suck you dick for a little while." Kathy pleaded.
"Get away from me!" Bob repeated as he turned around, backing up and
tripping over his wife's feet.
Burning with desire, Kathy crawled on her hands and knees and followed
Bob into the now very crowded woman's bathroom.
Mary jumped up and turned around when she heard the commotion. Seeing
Sue's husband frightened her at first, but then she saw he was too busy
trying to keep the owner's wife from opening his pants. Before Sue could
turn and see what was going on behind her, Mary grabbed the back of her
head and shoved her pussy at Sue's face. Sue moaned in protest, but
began eating and licking her again. The twenty year old blonde thought
it was so comical to see the Mayor try to keep his pants on while at the
same time his wife was eating her pussy. Kathy finally got his pants
open and was now trying to get them down, but Bob kept bringing them up.
"What's wrong with everybody? Have you all gone mad?" Bob said as he
pulled his pants up once again.
"What's the matter, Bob?" Mary asked, still holding onto Sue's head as
Bob's wife continued to lick her pussy.
"I know how to get her to stop." she told him.
"How?" he asked almost pleading.
Reaching down, Mary lifted up the back of Sue's dress, then spoke to
her.
"Come on, honey, pull your panties down."
Sue raised herself up from the floor and did what Mary told her to do,
never letting her tongue slip away from the sweet tasting hole she was
munching on. Pulling the hem of Sue's dress all the way up to her waist,
Mary placed a hand on each cheek of her ass and looked at Bob.
"Well, what are you waiting for? She can't suck your cock if you're
fucking your wife."
Things were so confusing and surprising to Bob that he never thought
of just grabbing Sue and running out of the place. His whole thought
process was turned upside down and he couldn't think. Sue, his ever
faithful wife, the community leader for most of the town's charity
functions had her head under Mary's dress, licking, sucking, and eating
her pussy. And as if this wasn't bad enough, he had watched her
willingly drop her panties and stick her bare ass up in the air so he
could fuck her. The fact that Kathy was still trying to get his pants
down and suck his cock was of no concern to him anymore. If his decent
and loving wife was willing to participate in this crazy orgy, then why
should he object?
With all the sexual activity going on, Bob was suddenly torn between
letting Don's wife suck him off while he watched Sue eat out Mary, or
fucking Sue while she ate out Mary. Either way, Sue wasn't going to stop
eating Mary's pussy. All he really had to decide was what he wanted.
When Kathy pulled his pants down the next time, Bob didn't stop her, but
quickly hopped over to his wife and slammed his crotch up against her
exposed back side. Before he could do anything else, Mary wrapped her
arms around Bob's neck, giving him a deep and wet kiss as Sue reached
between her legs and searched for her husband's cock.
Kathy wildly kicked her jeans all the way off, got up from the floor,
and glared at everyone.
"Who needs you guys!" she spat at them as she left the bathroom.
 
"Where the hell you going?" Don asked Kathy as she hurried past him,
naked from the waist down.
"Fuck off, pencil dick!"
After his wife walked through the back door, leaving it open, he
rushed over to it and shout out, "Be careful, dear, it's the rutting
season. That lilly white ass of yours makes a pretty good target!"
The northern half of Wisconsin heard Kathy's reply.
"That's right, dear! Even the dumb animals use their cock at least
once a year, which is more than I can say for some people I know!
 
Jack was beginning to change his mind about this group. They weren't
so bad after all. From where he was sitting, he could see everything
that was going on, unlike poor old Don, who was still running back and
forth in the kitchen. Relieved to see that Bob was even in the spirit of
things, Jack decided to join the fun. He walked out to the dance floor
and stopped when he was standing behind the kneeling and sucking Melisa.
The flaming redhead was truly a sexual marvel. For her size and
appearance, it was amazing that she could do some of the things she did.
Her pussy had squeezed his cock so hard this morning that he thought she
was going to snap right it off, and she had to be the proverbial woman
who could suck a golf ball through a garden hose. Everything about her
spelled sex. There was only one thing he didn't try with her, and he was
sure she wouldn't object to doing it now. As Jack reached down to open
his pants, Janice yelled at him.
"Why don't you come over here. I'll suck your cock better than she
ever thought of doing it."
Janice was still teasing Simon, her pussy and hands rubbing the
enormous shaft of his cock, but not yet letting him penetrate between
the puffy lips of her gyrating hole. Jack looked up at Tom for his
approval. After all, it was only common courtesy with the people he and
Mary had been swinging with to get the consent of both spouses if they
were in the same room. Besides, Tom could and just might beat the shit
out of him if he didn't.
Tom looked over at his wife and asked, "No bullshit, you really wanna
suck his cock?"
"Why can't I? You're letting that fucking whore suck yours!" ,
"Calm down, baby! Go ahead and suck his cock if you want to."
Janice was really pissed at Melisa, and thought she was the most
spoiled brat she had ever run across. After years of baby sitting, she
knew how to deal with someone like this. All she had to do was take away
anything they wanted, until they learned how to behave. And Janice was
going to teach Melisa that lesson. If Simon's wife wanted sex, Janice
was willing to fuck and suck everybody there just so she couldn't, even
if it meant doing all of them at the same time. If Melisa wanted dick,
Janice was going to make sure that the only kind she got was a limp and
drained one.
Tom watched as Jack got undressed and then stepped up in front of his
wife. Simon's cock had been hard for what seemed like hours already, but
she hadn't put it in her pussy yet. Even though his dick was larger than
anyone's there, Janice couldn't be afraid of it since they went together
in high school, so what was Janice waiting for?
Melisa suddenly let Tom's cock pop out of her mouth and sprang up from
the floor. She then slipped the spaghetti straps of her dress off her
shoulders, and let the whole thing slide down her body. Once it was
around her ankles, she kicked it out of the way, piled her hair on top
of her head, and did a slow sensual turn. This caught everyone's eye,
even Janice's. To the steady beat of the music, Melisa then leisurely
took her lace panties off and kicked them in the air, somehow aiming for
and making them land on Tom's extended prick. Next, she turned her back
to Janice's husband and bent over from the waist. Slowly running both
her hands up the back of her nylons until they reached her small rear
end, she spread her cheeks open. Rotating her hips, Melisa looked up
from between her legs at Tom and asked, "You want to fuck me in the
ass?"
As if hypnotized, Tom staggered toward the tiny redhead with the small
bottom she was inviting him to fuck. It didn't look like one of his
fingers could fit inside her tight hole, let alone his cock, but he sure
as hell was going to give it a try. Slowly stumbling forward with his
pants down, he watched Melisa spread her ass cheeks open wider for him.
Placing his hands on her hips, Tom brought her back to him. His dick was
way too far above her back side, and with his pants at his feet there
was no possibility of getting his cock at the right angle in this
position. He called Jack over to give him a hand with her while he took
his pants off. The two of them lifted the petite redhead up and placed
her on the nearest table on her hands and knees.
 
Officer Richard Todd was on patrol, driving through the dark woods and
occasionally stopping to check on the cabins not occupied by their city
owners. Things were pretty quiet, but then they always were.
"Rich, this is base, come in." the radio speaker blared.
"What is it, Joan?" he said into the mike.
"Are you anywhere near Don's Tavern?"
"Why? Does another drunk need a ride home? This ain't no taxi you
know. It's a patrol car and I'm a police officer."
"Don't worry big shot, nobody's going to puke in your car. I just got
a call about someone running around in the woods near Don's, that's
all."
"So?"
"So they're naked as they day they were born. Hustle on over there
before I put you on report."
"I was only kidding." Rich said.
"By the way, the caller said the lunatic is female! Base out."
Rich put the mike back and punched the accelerator. Since it was some
lady running around naked and not a guy, he didn't put his emergency
lights on, hoping he'd be able to catch whoever she was, instead of
scaring her off when he got there.
 
Kathy had retrieved the dildo Jack gave her from its secret hiding
place. After taking the rest of her clothes off, she walked back
outside, the double-headed fake cock swinging at her side like a billy-
club. Standing butt naked in the shadows, she poked her head around the
front corner of the tavern she and her husband owned and peeked in the
window.
Big Tom Jackson's wife was on her knees on the dance floor now, not
the tiny redhead. The lovely looking brunette was sucking a cock, but it
wasn't her husband's. The man was as tall as Tom, but it wasn't Tom.
Kathy then noticed that people were behind Janice. It was Bob and the
young blonde she was so jealous of. They were fucking each other silly.
Kathy then looked around and finally spotted Jack. He and Tom were
really giving it to the redhead. She was kneeling on one of the table-
top video games, getting fucked from behind by Tom and sucking on Jack's
cock.
The sight of all those people fucking and sucking each other got her
juices flowing again. Leaning against the wall outside, Kathy spread her
legs apart and placed one end of her dildo up to her pussy. With both
hands, she slowly pushed the head inside her aching and very lubricated
hole. When she had about nine inches of it inside her, she remained
still. Thoughts of all those hard and ready to fuck cocks made her
tremble with a deeper desire. She wanted to just walk inside and grab
the first one within reach. Jack, Tom, Bob, or the other guy, she didn't
care which one it was. Sure the dildo did its job and allowed her to
enjoy orgasm after orgasm, but it wasn't the same as having a throbbing
live prick spray its hot liquid inside her clenching and willing box.
Nothing could replace that. Even though it was pure torture for her, she
had to have another look at what was going on.
Tom's wife was now straddling the guy she was sucking only moments
ago. She heard the loud sigh as Janice lowered herself down and took his
cock into her pussy. Kathy, not caring if any of them saw her now, stood
in front of the window and began fucking the dildo. She hoped one of
them might see her and invite her in to join their party.
 
"I'm gonna come!" Jack grunted, thrusting his hips and driving his
entire cock down Melisa's throat.
"Me too!" Tom shouted as he pounded her from behind.
Melisa was about to have her own orgasm and didn't want the men to
stop. Suddenly, she felt the cock in her mouth jerk and explode, firing
its cum. She somehow managed to swallow the first blast and the second
and the third one, but didn't swallow after that. She let the man fill
her mouth with his gooey sperm until she couldn't hold any more. Melisa
then parted her lips and let his cum run out, spilling down his still
hard dick. When the creamy fluid was dripping and hanging from his
balls, she swallowed what was in her mouth and then began to lick at the
rest of the cum on his groin.
She then felt the cock in her pussy expand just before it came. Melisa
clenched her cunt muscles around the thick and bursting cock, and pushed
herself back at the man behind her. The guy was coming in buckets, and
she could feel his load beginning to ooze out of her and slide down the
inside of her thighs. Even though they had both finished coming, their
stiff dicks kept banging away at her mouth and pussy.
Melisa had long since forgotten how this all got started, and didn't
even care. The only thing she was concerned about was reaching her own
climax and enjoying both of them. As their dicks continued to plunge in
and out of her mouth and pussy, Melisa thought of the last time she had
two cocks at once. It was the day before she met Simon.
 
Janice forgot how massive Simon's dick was, until the head of his cock
bumped up against her cervix. She then remembered that there was still
four inches to go. The pain of getting the rest of him inside her would
only last a few moments, then the wonderful feeling of having her pussy
so stretched and filled would overpower her. Tom's dick was large, but
it couldn't ever compare to Simon's. While she slowly raised herself up,
Janice could feel every pulsing vein in his dick as it withdrew. She was
lubricating up a storm, but his cock was so big that it still made her
feel like she was as dry as a bone. When she dropped back down to get
more of his prick inside her pussy, Janice couldn't help herself and
started coming like crazy. One stroke! That's all it took was one stroke
from Simon's prick before she was reduced to a writhing, babbling woman.
Stars burst in front of her tightly closed eyelids as she convulsed
wildly above her former lover. Shaking and trembling all over, Janice
could do nothing but let the sensation of the orgasm she was having
pass. It totally dominated her body and mind, and seemed as though it
would never stop. Every muscle in her body felt like they were tied up
in knots, every nerve ending seemed to be exploding, and every part of
her flesh was sensitive to the touched.
 
It was Tom's turn to be jealous now. Janice was having one of the most
intense climaxes he had ever seen her have, and it was with Simon. He
pulled his dick out of Melisa's pussy and was about to walk over to her
when Jack reached out to stop him.
"What's fair is fair. You fucked his wife, so now he's fucking yours.
Besides, it's not like they never did it before."
"Yeah, I know. But she doesn't have to enjoy it so much!"
"You don't think his wife enjoyed what we did?"
Looking down at the still sucking Melisa, Tom said, "She's a hot piece
of ass, isn't she?"
"You better believe it! Mary's pretty good at giving head, but she
doesn't hold a candle to this one." Jack replied as he shoved his dick
into Melisa's throat once again.
"Well, since you've had all three and I haven't, I wouldn't know."
"If you want to give Mary a try, go ahead and ask her."
"I got a better idea." Tom said, an evil grin spreading across his
face.
He picked Melisa up, and dragged the protesting woman over to where
Janice and Simon were.
"I wasn't done! I didn't come yet!" Melisa cried as she was carried
away from the dick she was sucking.
Tom paid no attention to her as he carefully placed Melisa in position
until she was standing directly over her husband's head, and then called
out to his friend.
"Come on over, Jack, she still wants some more cock."
When Jack was in front of her, Melisa dropped to her knees, unaware
that her pussy was now right above Simon's face. Satisfied that his plan
was working, Tom got behind Melisa so that he was facing his wife.
Janice was grinding her pussy on Simon's crotch, his dick now fully
buried deep inside her. She was going threw her third orgasm, constantly
moaning and pinching both of her nipples real hard. Tom laced his
fingers together behind his wife's head then shoved his dick into her
mouth. Janice groaned at first, but then immediately began sucking him.
The musky odor of sex saturated his nostrils when Simon inhaled. He
finally opened his eyes when Janice's movements slowed down while she
concentrated on sucking her husband. The sight of the swollen and red
lips of a pussy only inches above his nose was surprising. Simon didn't
know who's it was, but he could tell it had been fucked. The sloppy
remains of somebody's cum was inside and starting to drip out. The
thought of another man's sperm hitting him in the face was revolting,
but the idea that it was dripping from a freshly fucked cunt didn't make
it seem so bad. Was it Bob's wife Susan kneeling above him? Was it the
cute blonde? After finally recognizing the red pubic hairs, it suddenly
dawned on Simon that it was Melisa, his own wife! He reached up to push
her away in disgust, but when his hands touched her ass, Melisa lowered
herself down and began smearing her pussy all over his face.
The harder Simon tried to shake his head loose from her gripping
thighs, the harder Melisa would bump and grind her pussy against his
mouth. She had no idea it was Simon under her, only that there was a
pair of lips and a tongue on her still very aroused slit. The loud moans
and groans coming from between her legs made her clit tingle all the
more as the sound waves vibrated through her pussy. Whoever was down
there was eating her out better than she had been eaten out in a long
time.
Simon finally gave up fighting his wife when Janice started to fuck
him again. He didn't know why she had stopped, but it didn't matter now.
The warm and silky feeling of her pussy sliding up and down his pole
wiped out all other thoughts.
Janice always did tease him before getting down to business, and this
time was no exception. She still remembered to tighten up as his dick
slipped in, and to loosen her clench when he withdrew. Unlike Melisa,
Janice loved being fucked real slow, with steady long strokes instead of
hard and fast jabs. Simon had to admit though that Melisa had more
stamina and wanted to fuck more often. His wife would fuck all night
long if he'd keep it up, where as his former girlfriend couldn't fuck
after an hour or so.
Simon suddenly thought about what he was mulling over in his brain.
Melisa could fuck forever, Janice couldn't. Melisa liked being fucked
fast and hard, Janice liked it slow and easy. Janice could go days,
sometimes a week, before ever wanting to get laid, but Melisa always
seemed to want his cock. This revelation put a new light on what he saw
Melisa doing this morning and last night, but his thoughts were
interrupted when Janice pulled her pussy completely off of his cock. His
wife also raised her pussy from his face. Simon now found himself alone
on the floor, his dick standing straight up like a lonely lighthouse by
the sea.
On his right and near his feet, Simon saw Bob's wife was on her hands
and knees over the stretched out blonde nobody bothered to introduce him
to. Sue was eating the young girl's pussy while Bob was busy fucking it.
Behind Sue was Don, his dick plunging in and out of Sue at a furious
pace while the blonde stuck her tongue out and raised her head, licking
at both of their genitals. Over on his left side, Janice was getting
down on her hands and knees, as was her husband. She crawled over to
Simon and just as her lips parted to suck on the head of his dick, Tom
shoved his cock into her from behind.
Melisa suddenly reappeared out of nowhere, her face contorted with a
look of agony. Biting her lower lip, Simon heard her groan a couple of
times, then shriek as she was pushed forward. Her mouth opened up wide
and a soft, hesitating sigh came from her throat. They both looked at
each other at the same time. Just as their lips met for a kiss, the
front door crashed open.
"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?" came the booming voice of young
officer Richard Todd, his hand tightly wrapped around the arm of a
naked, and dildo filled Kathy. Rich was shocked to recognize all of the
people when they turned their heads to look up at him.
The hot looking redhead he just met the other day was being fucked in
the ass by one of the drivers from the mill. So, that meant that the
blonde, who's face he couldn't see, had to be his show off wife Mary. He
wasn't too surprised to see Janice sucking Simon's cock, since he knew
remembered them from school, but he was amazed that her usually hot
tempered husband was fucking her while she did it. Patrolman Todd was
about to ask the new Mayor a question when Kathy freed herself from his
grip.
Rich didn't bother trying to get a hold of her again, so she quickly
knelt down in front of him and started undoing his pants. When Kathy did
this, the rest of the group went back to what they were doing before he
burst in on them. Janice parted her lips and slid her mouth down Simon's
cock as Tom resumed fucking her from behind. Bob and Don picked up their
pace and continued fucking Sue and Mary as they ate each other out. The
redhead and her husband were kissing again while the man behind her
pounded his dick into her small ass.
Finally, Kathy got what she was looking for, a hard REAL dick. Quickly
pulling the dildo out of her pussy, she got the still stunned new
arrival to lay down on the floor. Just as the head of his cock slipped
in between the wet lips of her quivering cunt, he grabbed her by the
hips and swiftly drove his dick up and into her. Kathy screamed at the
top of her lungs how good it felt to fuck a real cock, and several of
the others moaned or groaned out their own satisfaction and agreement.
 
The events that took place at Don's Tavern were repeated again, but
never talked about. Former Patrolman Todd, now Desk Sergeant Todd, filed
a report that only stated there was a call about a prowler at the
tavern, and that after investigating, he found nothing. The newly
elected Mayor, Bob, and the newly appointed Chief of Police, Simon, saw
no reason to change the details he had written down since the caller
never came forward and nobody ever asked about the incident.
Melisa and Simon had a serious talk about their marriage and past
experiences during a break in the orgy. Melisa told him she needed sex
more often than he
did. Simon admitted he had been neglecting her, but reassured Melisa
that it wasn't because he didn't love her. They both agreed that she
could have sex with other guys, but it had to be limited to Bob, Tom,
Jack, Don, or Rich. For now, Melisa saw no problem with this. Everyone
else also agreed to get together once in a while for a party at one of
their homes.
Janice was the only person who didn't go along with them. She not only
didn't agree to their orgies, she divorced Tom within a month. He didn't
really love her, and she knew it. Simon didn't love her either, and she
finally realized it. This wasn't the dark ages and there was no reason
for her to stay and suffer in a private little Hell. Janice decided that
her former husband and her former boyfriend weren't ever going to take
her for granted or use her again, so she simply moved away after the
divorce. The rest of the group made a mental note of this, especially
Jack and Melisa. They realized what Janice did. Life didn't always work
out they way you want it to and love doesn't conquer all.
Joan, Rich's new bride, took Janice's place within the group of secret
swingers when they got married. Simon suspected she would. After
officially taking his post, he checked the logs and discovered that Joan
was suppose to have the night off when she dispatched Rich to Don's
Tavern. Ge also learned that the phone company had no record of a call
being made to the station at the time she said it came through. What was
Joan up to? Did she only enjoy sex as much as his wife Melisa did, or
was she after something else?
Candy and the Gunner
A true story that really happend to me. I had this really good friend named Dave who also had a friend named Rusty. Well, Rusty had this really knockout girlfriend named Candy. Dave is a real bullshitter and I didn't believe half of the wild stories he told, so I just ignored his comments about how wild Candy got when she got drunk. He told me how Rusty was the type of guy that only wanted it about once or twice a week and Candy wanted it once or twice an hour. Since she was a "good little girl" she couldn't really cheat on Rusty, but if you got her drunk, she would do anything and not feel guilty about it. One day Dave told me he was going to prove to me how wild Candy really was. He had arranged for us to meet her at the local Pizza Hut for pizza and beer. When she met us I noticed that the dress she was wearing was really unusual in that it was made almost exactly like a raincoat, buttons down the front with a belt around the middle. I also noticed a lot of cleavage and her shapely claves encased in fishnet stockings. We sat down and ordered our pizza and two pitchers of beer. When the beer arrived, Candy said that she didn't want to drink any because she didn't like the taste. Well, after our pizza arrived Candy gave in and poured herself a glass of beer. When we were done with the pizza, we were also done with the beer and Candy had only had one. We soon ordered two more pitchers and convinced Candy that the only way for her to drink with us was to "chug" each glass so she wouldn't taste it so much. After "chugging" about six or seven glasses of beer, Candy was being as sweet as her name. She had unbuttoned two of the lower buttons on her dress so that she could mover her legs enough to play footsie under the table with me. As we were leaving, Dave was getting in the driver's side of the car and I was waiting for him to unlock the passenger door when Candy called out to me. She was standing in the center of the parking lot and when I turned she opened up her dress and showed me a braless cutout corsett with garters and stockings. Her nipples were about the size of a quarter and looked like Hershey's Kisses in the cool evening air. Her bush was a light strawberry blonde that looked like the hair was very thin or recently trimmed. About then I realized that we were in the middle of a city with about 100,000 people in it and it was still daylight at 8 P.M.
Dave unlocked the door and we got into the car. Nothing else happened that night, but Candy and I became drinking buddies for several months. One evening about 4 months later Candy called me and invited me and my bottle of rum over to her apartment for margaritas. I quickly showered, dressed, hit the liquor store and was at her apartment in about 20 minutes. When I got there I thought something was up because Rusty was working night shift and Candy's roommate was out for the rest of the night with her new beau. Candy made the mistake of letting me make the margaritas and I loaded about a cup of rum into each one of the drinks. After our third round Candy was feeling real loose. Our casual conversation suddenly turned sexy when candy asked if I had liked her lingerie that night at Pizza Hut. I said that I loved lingere but had trouble finding women who were into it as much as I was. When Candy heard that I loved lingere she offered to give me a fashion show of her lingere collection. I quickly agreed and she disappeared into the bedroom to change. The first outfit she came out in really knocked my socks off. It was a basic white bra with frilly lace accross the top edge of the cups. The lace was cut just low enough to expose the top half of each perky brown nipple. She was wearing white garters that rode perfectly across her slender, full hips with four long, lacy straps leading down to her white stockings. The stockings were the sheer white kind that sparkle in the light and she was moving around alot to produce the best possible effect with the little light available. She was wearing white lace panties that were no more that two triangles of cloth held together by lace straps. The front panel was transparent enough that I could see her light bush and a hint of pussy lips. She really knew what she was doing because she had put her panites on over the garters so she could take off her panties without removing the garters. The fashion show didn't get any further then because Candy sat down next to me and started necking. Being fully clothed and in the arms of this green-eyed, red-haired beauty while she was only clad in her underwear was more than I could stand. I got up and started to undress when Candy said "Let me do that for you." Candy undresses me but made it a point not to touch me. She laid back on the couch and handed me a vibrator that had magically appeared in her hand. "Do me with this," she said. I took the vibrator from her and turned it on, adjusting the speed to a very slow, humming speed. I started out on her nipples and when they got good and hard I pushed the cups of her bra down to expose them to my tongue. With one nipple in my mouth and my left hand on the other, my right hand moved the vibrator around her crotch and upper legs. After about five minutes of playing this way I started to move the vibrator into her cunt. I slowly tickled the outer lips of her pussy with the tip of the vibrator and watched as her pussy unfolded like a lovely flower. The vibrator was already slick with her pussy juices that were leaking out of her like a lake draining so I pushed it slowly up into her pussy. I kept pushing until all eight vibrating inches were burried in her cunt. We moved into a sixty-nine position so she could suck my cock and I could lick on her clit while I diddled her with the vibrator. I finally removed the vibrator from her pussy and decided to get down to some serious cunt lapping. I shoved two fingers of my left hand up into her pussy and started to dig around until I found the magic spot. Once I had done this I sucked her clit into my mouth and pushed up on the spot. Candy started squealing and bucking like she was being electricuted and pussy juice coated my face and my arm down to the elbow. Suddenly Candy stopped thrashing about and just lay there breathing rapidly and deeply. Without any warning at all Candy pissed all over the couch but didn't seem to notice or to wake up. After about five minutes Candy woke up and was really embarassed about peeing on the couch. Apparently she was totally knocked out by the series of multiple orgasms. When she got her composure back she said, "You can do anything you like." When I heard this I was ecstatic. I first shoved my hard dick, I still hadn't come yet, up her juicy cunt and then shoved a finger up her asshole. After ten minutes of slow fucking and several orgasms by Candy I lifted her legs over my shoulders. From this position I withdrew my cock in a long slow stroke that made a popping sound when it finally came out. Candy whimpered for me to put it back in her when I pulled out but I had other ideas. I put my cunt juice slickened dick right up to her anus and began to push. Candy wasobviously no stranger to anal sex because she relaxed and shoved right back until my balls hit her ass. Then she started bucking and I started pushing. This time the strokes were long, hard, and fast. Candy grabbed the vibrator off the floor and pushed it into her cunt with such savage force that I thought that she might hurt herself. The vibrations were too much for Candy and she came twice real close together then I was ready to come. Candy stopped me and told me to come in her mouth so I withdrew my dick and, with her legs around my thighs, shoved it into her mouth. With Candy sucking on the head of my dick, one hand playing with my balls, and one finger of her other hand up my asshole I came what seemed like gallons. Candy drank it all down like a pro and then complimented me on my lovemaking. I saw Candy regularly and more kinkily for several more months and then she finally made a commitment to be true to Rusty and as far as I know she hasn't broken it. She always knows that if she wants anything in the way of sex she can call me.
Big Boss Lady
The "You're hired, " was the words I'd been hoping for. I spent weeks after weeks, trying to find a job as a sale manager. I've got a degree in sales, but because of no experience, almost all of the companies wouldn't hire me. Except for one firm owned by Ms. Suzan Sager. From what I understand, she sells any kind of sex equipment she can get her hands on. From condoms to the torture racks, even the computer generated mind sex that just barely came out. I couldn't tell much about Ms. Sager, because she was sitting behind a large desk. She's a beautiful honey brown hair woman, who's in her early forties. Her black leather business jacket that she was wearing, jutted almost straight out and then tightly straight down to her narrow waist. It hinted that she's a very large busted lady. Through out during the interview, she was very serious about her business. She likes to smile a lot as she talks. Her huge office was luxuriously decorated with expensive items. At one wall, she had a large painted portrait of herself in a ivory frame. Below the picture, was a long glass showcase. Inside the glass was various antique unaccustomed torture devices she had imported from different countries. Next to it was a full wet bar. On the opposite wall, was a TV set embedded into the wall with a complete stereo equipment. About two feet away was a full bathroom with a walk-in closet. The closet has a full set of clothes for different occasion. At the same wall, there was another room off set to the side. In the room, there was a large spa sunken into the floor, surrounded by live tropical plants. I could also see a hologram projector, which only the filthy rich people could afford. Further back into the room, behind the glass doors was a sun room. It was filled with all kinds of exercise provisions. It had everything from dumbbell to a treadmill. Most of the weight were free-weights, almost no machines. At one side of the suite, there was also a double metallic sliding doors, which I had no idea what's it for. There was a window, which overlooks her warehouse and the city, behind her desk. She also has close circuit TV under the window which probably covered every room in this building. There is a double wooden doors that opens electronically behind me, which leads out of her office. Ms. Sager's office is upon the seventh floor. The honey brown hair lady asked a series of question about my personal life. I answered her that I was single and had no dependents. I have no girlfriend and lead a pretty quite life. She told me if I wanted the job, I would have to move onto her property for security reason. She assured me, that there would be no rent to paid, but she has some very strict rules that I would have to go by. She handed me a sheet of paper for me to read her rules. And handed me another stack of paper which contained the regulation of her business.
@The rules were pretty much the same as a hotel. I wasn't surprise when I came across a rule that contained 'No Intercourse Allowed Within the Building', but it pissed me off. There were other rules I never heard of before. I wasn't allowed to leave the grounds for anything. If there was something I wanted, I would have to apply for the item. Most of the rules rubbed me in the wrong way, but I wanted the job very badly. So, I accepted the job and the ground rules. Ms. Sager beamed at me as I signed the papers in agreement that I will followed the regulation to the letter. "Don't worry about your clothes and things. My secretary will arrange them to be brought here, " my boss said as she handed me a electronic pass card. She also told me that her secretary will give me the tour of the building and my room. The card was my only key that I will have, so I was not to lose it. As if it were a cue, I heard the door behind me opened and closed. I turned around and my jaw dropped. There stood the most sexist female I ever seen in my life. She was a brunette who stood about 5'5" tall. Her long legs were encase in black fishnet stockings with black thigh boots. She also wore a black leather swimsuit that had long sleeves with zipper from the wrist to the elbow. And there was one long zipper up the center of her suit. The leather stretched tight across her hips and tummy, but it stretched even tighter at her huge bust. The zipper almost gouged into her skin as it was half way up the suit. I could see her pink halo peeking over the edge of her suit. In short her suit left nothing to the imagination. Her face was just as beautiful as the rest of her figure. Her long brunette fell over her shoulders in waves. Her green eyes were in despaired as I looked into them. "Melissa, what is the meaning of this ?", demanded Ms. Sager. "I'm sorry Ms. Sager, I didn't know you had company. The art department was behind schedule, so they asked me to be their model. They gave me the only suit they had, which is one size too small. I thought you could help me closing this thing around my chest", said the busty brunette. The honey brown hair lady turned to me and asked, "Tony, can you help her out please?" I got up without a word to help a damsel in distress. After struggling with it, I finally close the zipper. The color left Melissa's cheeks as she thanked me. I could- n't help eyeballing her huge breast that was being crushed by her leather suit. The top of her suit was jammed with tit flesh. I had to refrain myself from touching her. Before she left, Ms. Sager asked her to return as soon as possible when the art department was done with her. Suzan handed me a stack of papers for me to fill out. It was the W-2 forms and I.D. paperwork. About an hour later, Melissa had returned just as I finished the papers. The secretary was instructed to give me a tour of the company and shown to my room. To my surprise, the secretary had changed her clothes to a plain looking dress which showed no sex appeal, but she still wore her high heel boots. I followed the busty woman out the door. We talked while she showed me the layout of the company. She showed me how to use the electronic card in order to access something that might be otherwise off limit to the other personnel. The building was larger than I thought it was. It had a gym and a swimming pool at one section of the building. There was also a complete library of books, video, and music tape, but any kind of pornography and sex stuff was to be bought with your own money and kept to yourself. The mind sex computer was available, but you needed Ms. Suzan Sager's permission. The tour ended at my room. I was sorry to see Melissa go. I had a raging hard on despite the plain dress she wore. I was not only turned on by her physical appearance, but also by her personality. Unfortunately, I wasn't allow to invite her in for a night cap. I could have sworn, even Melissa wanted me too. After that, days few by like a wind. I rarely see her. Even if I do see her, we could only wave at each other at a distance. Until one day, I received an angry call from Ms. Sager, ordering me to her office. I quickly strode over to her floor. Her secretary was sitting at her desk. "Hi Melissa, what's going on?", I asked her while eying the deep cleavage at her blouse. "Nope, all I know is, that I transfer one of her client's call to her. Then I heard her yell your name, Tony. She must be really mad at you if she call you in personally," she said with a worry look on her face. "Well then, I better get in if she's mad, " I said heading for the double set of wooden doors to her office. The doors were locked when I tried the door knob. I turn my head towards the brunette and asked, "Is she in?" She nodded her head 'yes' and pointed her finger towards the metal sliding doors off to the sides. I moved toward the doors. There was no buttons or knob to let me inside. I took a step forward, all of the sudden the door splinted in half with a swoosh and I was sucked inside the dark-room. The light behind me was cut off as it sucked me in. My body was hurling through the air, even though it felt more like I was falling down in a hole. There was a strange strobe light flashing intensive heat on my body as I flew through the air. I screamed as a wall came rushing at me at full speed. But suddenly, I stopped about a foot from the wall, instead of being splattered against it, the air current pushed into a new direction. The tunnel spitted me out into another room as fast as it sucked me in. I rolled onto the floor in a tumble heap. My head spinning as I tried to focus my vision on my immediate surroundings. The light was blinding my eyes as I squinted. There was a massive moving blurred object that was twice my height. Slowly after each blink, my vision began to sharpen in details. I rubbed my eyes to clear any foreign object that might be hampering my perception view. To my shock, the massive blurred object was my lady boss. She was bigger than life itself. I barely came up to her crotch. She wore a pair of bicycle pants which shows off her shapely buttocks and her massive pythons thighs and a half shirt that displayed her muscular abdomens and a little bit of the underside of her huge breast. Her well develop biceps were also exposed with veins crisscrossing like road maps down to her wrist. Perspiration ran down the side of her face and chest from a heavy workout. Exercise equipment laid on the floor in a line behind the honey brown hair giantess. I stood up shaking my head and rubbing my eyes to make sure that I wasn't hallucinating. I looked up again and things were still the same. I stared in disbelief. The giant woman was doing arm curls with dumbbells marked 75 pounds each. Her arms exploded with veins popping out as she alternating raised and lowered the weights. Her breath rasping for air, she growled while slowing down to her last repetition and then dropped the weights which made a loud clang. Ms. Sager glanced at me for the first time since I enter the room. She glared at me like she wanted to kill me on the spot. I wanted to hide from this giant woman. "Today, we lost a very valuable client, because of you, " her voice thundered loudly as if they came out of a 1500 watt speakers. I wanted to cover my ears, but I was afraid I would get beaten for ignoring her. She went to one of the exercise bench and picked up a folder from it. She tossed it to the floor in front of me. The file was as large as a newspaper as I opened it. The giantess started doing warm up stretches while I read through the reports. The client had an outstanding record which dated back when Ms. Sager first open her business. She sold every type of product that she had in stock to the client. It made me realize, without the client, there would be no steady cash flow to the company. I probably cost Ms. Sager a lot of money on the equipment she had in stock for the client. "Well, what do you have to say for yourself, Little Man?" she roared at me. I started to launch my side of the story, but she cut me of saying that she had a tape of our conversation with the client. She understood what had happen, but it was no excuse to mess up the transaction. While she continued to stretch her muscular body out, she ordered me to move the weights that she was exercising with earlier to the far side of the wall. Without thinking, I jumped to the task. The bar was so thick that it took both of my hands to circle it. As I tried to pick it up, the dumbbell refused to move. I put more force into it, again it didn't move. Suddenly, I felt something lifting me by the belt. My feet were dangling in the air and I heard her say, "Pathetic little wimp, can't even pick up lousy 75 pounds without help." The giant honey brown hair woman lifted me higher and higher off the ground and then she lowered me towards it. She was lifting me as if I were the dumbbell she was exercising with earlier. I squirmed trying to make her put me down while she did a few more repetition before dropping me to the floor. I landed face down into the carpet. "I want to do a little test before I start my next exercise," she said as she picked me up by my waist. The woman placed me on a workout bench. Curiosity perked in my mind while she lifted the 75 pound dumbbell. She stood in front of me and said, "I want you to stop me from lifting this heavy weight. I don't care if you use your weight to stop me from lifting this bar." Sounds easy enough I thought to myself, as I placed both of my hands against her enormous wrist. I nodded to her that I was ready. Her long forearm and biceps swelled out into massive portion. I set my back into it as I painfully tried to walk into her. I closed my eyes to concentrate on stopping her. Her arm started to lift inch by inch which pushed me back a little. Again, I doubled my efforts. I opened my eyes to look at her face, to see if she was straining. To my astonishment, she was smiling down at me. Without a warning, her arm exploded with veins popping out all over her arms like road maps. At the same time, her hand shot up into my stomach, and lifted me and the weights up. I let out a yelp. I tried to maintain my balance, but I tumble over her hand on to the floor again. I crashed on to floor on my back. I looked up to see the giantess shaking her head at me, "I can't believe you can't even stop me. Not only you are weak, you're fuckin' light weight little ass." She moved both of the dumbbell to the rack. She continue to taunt me, "I could probably crush you between my boobs without much pressure." The busty woman thrust her chest out proudly. When she did that one of her nipples popped out from under her quarter shirt. Even with just one of her boobs was bigger than my chest. I shuddered at the thought of being caught in her embrace. She could crush me into a pulp with those muscles of hers. Ms. Sager pulled out a flat rectangular object, what appear to be a remote control for the television set. She punched a series of buttons until I heard a electronic whir over my head. I looked up in time to see a door open with a quiet hiss. A red bag attached to chains came down through the ceiling. The bag was a cylinder shape with words 'Everlastic' printed across it. It was a body punching bag. "Hold the bag, while I go a few rounds with it," she commanded me. The bottom of the bag reached my waist, but it was twice my height. Gripping the bag the best I could, I set my weight against it. I found out it was a mistake. Every time she jabbed it, I thought my teeth were going to be knocked out by her light punches. The giantess talked while she sparred with the bag. She assured me that she would give me a chance to make up for the lost customer and restore me to normal size when I completed the task in limited time. She gave me three weeks to sell all of the products that were allocated for the customer, otherwise I would remain as I am until I found another way to please her. Her punches became stronger after each blow and she even started to kick it as well. I was losing my footing each time she violently punched or kicked the bag. I slowly peeked around the edge, hoping I could brace myself for her next blow. The punches stopped as I looked around. Ms. Sager was totally drenched in sweat. Her quarter shirt and her bicycle pants were soaked as if somebody dumped a bucket of water on to it. Her shirt became transparent I could see both of her nipples. I could also see the sweat dripping off her massive mammeries. I failed to notice her eyes. There was a look of determination as she gather all of her ki or strength of force into one blow. Suddenly everything went into slow motion as my heartbeat thumped in my ears. I knew the honey brown hair giantess moved quickly as she took two side steps and put all of her weight into her kick. Instead of kicking the side of the bag, she kicked straight into it. The red punching bag exploded in half. The stuffing flew everywhere as I flew backwards still holding the bottom half. It must have been at least five feet from where I was standing to where I laid on the concrete. Another two more feet, I would have been in the spa. The landing knocked the air form my lungs. It was a good thing I was on the side instead of behind it, otherwise the bottom bag would have crushed me. I heard the giantess grumbled, "Damn, there goes another one." With that she left the room, leaving me laying under the heavy bag. I managed to pull my arm from under the damaged bag. My shoulder stung like hell, but other than I wasn't hurt all that much, just a lot of bruises. Ms. Sager looked down at me and said, "You better get back to work and don't forget to pick up a copy of the inventory from Melissa." Without another word, she left to take her shower. I brushed the stuffing from my clothes as I stalked angrily out of the office. The day had already turned sour on me. Out of sheer politeness, I closed the door quietly rather than slamming it. "Are you all right, Tony," asked a ladylike voice behind
me. Melissa's big brown eyes were leveled with mine, when I turned around. She was on her knees, brushing the stuffing out of my hair. I stared at Melissa's huge tits bulging out of her low cut blouse. I wanted to sink my face into them and cry, but that would appeared to unmanly of me. So, instead, I told her what happened. The busty lady listened to every word I said, then she gently checked my arm and chest. To my surprised, there were black and blue bruises on my chest and arms already. I flinched when she touched the bruises. She said, "You poor little man." and pulled my head down into her cleavage. Her musky fragrance wafted into my nose. I tried to breathe, but she was cutting my supply of oxygen off. I really didn't want to leave her soft downy breast. She clamped my head tightly to her bosoms. The secretary ignored my squirming and my muffled pleading. It seemed like hours went by, until Melissa released me. The room was spinning as I tried to regain my composure, but I fell backwards onto my ass. The giant brunette giggled as she stood up. "Goodness, I'd better get back to work," she said. I waited on the floor while my head began to clear. I stared at Melissa's shapely ass and thighs that were encased in blue jeans. She also wore a pair of black leather high heels boots that made her looked sexy. I wanted to run my hands up and down her legs to see how they feel. I stood back up as soon as my head felt cleared enough to do so. Her large posterior loomed just above my head as she moved away. "Ms. Sager said that I was suppose to get a copy of the inventory from you, so that I could find out what I need to sell," I asked as I walked towards her. She answered that she was looking for it. I stood in the center of her working area. She moved from one file cabinet to another and then to the counter where another computer was at. Then suddenly, she turned and walked right into me. I quickly, had this impression of a truck bearing down on me as her massive thighs knocked me down. I fell tumbling away from her. She broke out laughing at my misfortune. With one hand, she grabbed by my arm and pulled me up as if I were a doll. "Looks like I better give you something to do to keep you out of my way before you get kicked out of my office," she said smiling. Melissa gave me the task of getting her some paper clips for the papers I need. I stood on my toes to see if I could reach her tray full of paper clips. I couldn't even see over the top of her desk much less than reaching her tray. I looked at her chair next to me. The chair was high enough to assist me on what I need to do. I struggled to climb onto the swivel chair as quickly as I could. The chair spun around as I tried to climb into her seat. I was getting dizzy from spinning around in circles. Soon as it stop spinning as I grabbed the desk and reached for the single item that he could've gotten it without any efforts. I pushed the swivel chair around so I could face the giant brunette. I sat down into the plush of the seat and leaned into the back support. Melissa was already looking at me as I spun the chair around to her. She had her hand covering her mouth as if to refrain from laughing out loud. She said," I didn't want to disturb you from your conquest, but some of the papers you need already had paper clips." "Damn!" I exclaimed, tossing the object over my shoulder hoping it would land on the table. "Hey! Don't do that!," the busty giantess said, taking three steps towards me. Her shapely legs straddled the chair and practically plummeted her ponderous weight onto my legs. Her weight was crushing the life out of my legs as I screamed. She felt like she weigh at least five thousand pounds of flesh and bones. Her stomach smothered me as she reached to replaced the paper clips back into their proper place. Try as I might, I couldn't budge her. She squealed with delight when I punched her tits. The secretary leaned back to look down at me and scolded, "You, naughty little man, you should never touch me there. I'll have to punish you." She stood up slightly and grabbed my head with one giant hand and smashed my face into her heavy milkers. Both of her arms encircled my head against her monstrous mammeries. My air was immediately cut off. No amount of my strength will ever get me free. Blackness was slowly settling over me within a matter of seconds. The brunette released me from her crushing hug. My eyes were fluttering as I tried to open them. Suddenly, my face was being pummel by two large breasts. I felt something trickled from my nose as she continues to slammed her boobs into my face. Almost a full minute later, she released me from her beating. I found blood on my fingers when I checked my nose. The giant Melissa took no notice of it. "C'mon we have to go to the file room to get the rest of your file," she said. I nodded my head that I would go with her. I pinched my nose, hopefully to stop the bleeding. Without another word, she got up and headed towards down the hall where the file room was. Her click-banging of her high heel boots faded as I got down from the giant chair. I crashed to the floor, trying to get the life back into my dead legs. I quickly hobbled after her the best I could. The giant and giantess all stare a,t me as I ran down the aisle. I could hear whispering as I passed by them. I turned around as I walked to find enormous people staring at me in wide eye amazement and astonishment. I wanted to avoid the crowds' stares, but there was no chance of that now. Just as I turned around, without a warning, something dark and huge came out of a doorway and broadside me. As I wasflying through the air, I tried to go into a roll. No such luck, I crashed into a heap. My body was in pain and it wasn't meant to take so much beating already today. A female voice speaking Spanish asked me if I was OK. I only understood some of the Spanish, but I understood enough of it. A huge finger prodded me in the ribs as she rolled me on to my back. I groaned as I looked up. I recognized the huge female face. Her name was Ruby. I spoke half in Spanish and the other half in English knowing that she only spoke Spanish. She gasped when she saw my face. My nose was bleeding again. I pinched it. The giant Spanish woman asked what happen to me. I told her that I would explain later. With one hand, Ruby pulled me by my shoulder and started to dust me off. I wanted to take off and catch up with Melissa, but she held me firmly. Boldly, she asked me if I would like to go out with her after work. She shorter than most of the women who worked here, but even then she was still taller than me. I only came up to Ruby's large breast. I told her I wasn't allowed to leave the company premises. The giant woman put on the puppy dog look on her face, and said that she was sorry. She made some comments about how she could have some fun with me. The tall woman always wanted to go out with someone who is shorter than she is. I shudder at the thought. There was a rumor that this woman likes to 'rough up' her lovers before going to bed with them. Ruby wasn't ugly, in fact she was kind of pretty in a way. The Spanish woman always dresses to her advantage. She wore low cut dresses and always tight fitting clothes. There wasn't a day that went by she didn't wear high heel shoes. Unlike most woman, Ruby's shirt were cut lower than most woman would could care to go. In fact, they were on the border of being scandalous. She continued to brush me down from the backside, while she was there, she took to opportunity to feel my ass. Her huge body was press up close to me, giving me the same chance. Her huge breast rubbed along the side of my arms. Then, she switched to my front, also taking the opportunity to rub her long finger along my shaft. I couldn't help getting excited as she perpetuated brushing me down. Ruby made a comment about me being too small for her that she might have to toss me back into the water. I told her that I might be small, but I just might be too much for her to handle. The Spanish woman chuckled and patted my ass before letting me go. "I see you finally caught up with me. Did you get lost?" demanded the giant secretary with her foot tapping the carpet. I responded, "I ot knocked down by Ruby." Without a word, she grabbed me by the ear and pulled me inside the storage room. "Let's get to work," she said hungrily. I didn't know what she meant by that comment. The storage room was little bit better than a closet. There was one rows of file cabinets on each side of the doorway. There is a table at the end of the aisle. The light lit up the room brightly as she pulled me to the table. Almost without any effort on her part she lifted me on to the high table. Even with me sitting on the table, she was still a head taller than I. I felt helpless. By my hair, her enormous hand yanked it back and as her large lips covered mine. Melissa kissed me passionately as her other free hand roamed over my smaller body. I couldn't resists her, specially when she is twice my height and three times stronger than I am. She forcefully pressed my small body against her larger form. The brunette's massive hooters were crushing my chest painfully. I tried to push her away, but only succeeding burying my hands between her breast. Melissa thought I was massaging her breast. She released me as she began to unbutton her blouse. I tried to persuade her to hold off. "But, Melissa, we'll both get fired if Ms. Sager ever catch us at this," I pleaded her. "Screw her. I want you now, Little man. I'm so horny right now. I don't think you'll object to me having a good time with you?" she sneered as herbraless boobs came into view. They were full and firm, and didn't sagged at all. Her teats were at least an inch long, from my point of view. The secretary shoved my face into her right tits and said, "Suck my titties, you dirty little man!" Given no other choice, i did as she bided me to do. I kissed and sucked the huge nipple, while I fondled her left breast. Her breathing became heavier and hoarse. She moaned with pleasure as Melissa squashed my face against her fleshy mountain. With one hand, she released my dick from the confinement of my pants. She stroked and fondled my turgid shaft, even though her fingerswas aching to fuck her, no matter how big she is. Her body heat rose steadily, soon, she was burning like a bitch in heat. My hand moved down to her flat stomach and lower. She moaned, "That's it, lover. Unbutton my pants." I tried to unsnapped her pants, but it took almost all of my strength to pried it apart. Suddenly, without a warning, the door was kicked in, with a loud crack. It remained hanging on one of the hinges as my towering boss stormed in the file room. The look on her face told me that she wasn't please to find my hands in her secretary's pants or with my face buried between Melissa's breast. "I'd thought I'd find you here, you miserable little runt," raged Ms. Suzan Sager. I started to say something, but the brunette interjected, "He made me do it. He threatened to expose me if I didn't do as he told me to do." She cowered away from her boss and me. "Shut up, slut," The honey brown hair giantess snarled and she snapped her attention to me. If looks could kill, I'd be incinerated on the spot. She stared at me for a long time. I thought she would hit me, but none came. Ms. Sager growled at her secretary, "Melissa, I want you in my office in 10 minutes." Without wasting a moment, the brunette ran from the file room. "You, in my office, now!" her huge finger was leveled at me. Before I could move, her hand jerked me off the high table. I landed face down on the carpeting floor with a bone jarring impact. The giant woman stormed out of the room without another word as I looked up. I knew I wouldn't be able to keep up with her giant long strides. Not wanting to keep her waiting, I ran after her. She was nowhere in sight as I went to her office. I stared straight ahead to avoid the questioning stares from around me. Ms. Sager's door was open when I arrived. I slowly walked in and looked around for my boss. She was at her display case, pulling out a long black riding crop. She wouldn't dare be planing to use that on me, I thought to myself, but in my present condition how was I to stop her if she choose to use it. "About time you got here, you little prick," she said with- out looking at me. With a wave of her hand, she motion for me to go to her desk. I closed the doors as I went to her desk. "Take off your clothes," she ordered me, acidly. "In front of you? I don't think so," I responded. I regretted ever for saying it. Before I could move, the leather crop struck me on my left shoulder. The blow drove me to my knees as the pain lance through my shoulder. "You don't think unless I tell you so. Now take off your clothes or else," she threatened me. In less than a moment, my clothes where on the floor. I stood stark naked in front of her. Ms. Sager snorted at my exposed genital as she examine my body. She used her long crop to spin me around while inspecting me. "You been here less than a month and you cost me a long time standing customer. Not only that, in the same day you tried
to make out with my secretary in a closet. It seems I have to show you some manners," said the giantess. I started to say something, but my head snapped to the side after she struck me with her long stick. "Don't speak unless I tell you so," said Ms. Sager. "I'm going to change into something more appropriate for the task I have in mind for you," she said, "When I get back I want to see you on your knees." She strode to another part of the room which was completely sealed off after she closed the doors. With some careful efforts, I lowered myself to my knees while my head continue to spin from her last strike. I tried to think where I went wrong. All I could think about was Melissa's massive hooters. How they felt, smelled, and shaped. I know I should be pissed off at her for lying to Ms. Sager. After all she was the one who seduced me in the first place. I didn't look up when a dark figure silently enter the office. I almost didn't hear the door clicking shut. I gasped as I looked up to see Ms. Sager's secretary walking towards me. The giant brunette had changed clothes. She wore a 2 piece black swimsuit. Her brassier was studded with sliver spikes that any contact would pierce the skin. Her bottom part was plain swimsuit with bow ties on both side of her swinging hips. She walked in a pair of black leather high heel shoes. She smiled down at me as she came closer to me. "Aww... Did she hurt you again? " she cooed. Melissa's long finger traced the newly welt on my face. With all of my strength, I savagely shoved her hand away, "Don't touch me, bitch." The hand came back, in a fist, with an astonishing speed, punched me in the face. Her punch lifted me off the floor and on to my back. Blackness settled over my eyes, like a blanket. I felt a pair of giant female hands dragged me in a short distance. I opened my eyes to see a knee being lowered on to my chest. The giant secretary made herself comfortable as she sat down on her hunches. Her leather high heel shoe felt cold against my naked cock and balls.
Her huge knee was painfully compressing the air from my lungs. I tried to shove the leg aside, but it was planted firmly. No matter what I did, I was trapped underneath the weight of her shapely leg. I glared up at her immense form. Her breast dominated most of the view as she smiled down at me. "What's the matter? Can't get comfy," she taunted me while I squirmed. "Maybe, I can help," she said. Before I could ask, she immediately stood up straight on her knees. The weight of her knee intensified which the pain became excruciating painful. I felt a couple of my ribs cracked as I screamed. Melissa laughed at my agony. I felt that if she stay on her knees my chest would eventu-
ally cave in. I struggled to shift her immense weight, but that brought even more pain to my chest. "What's the matter with you? Everything I tried to make you happy, you bitch about it," the giant brunette said. She looked down at me between her massive mammeries. Slowly a smile began to form on her beautiful face as if she had an idea. Her eyes twinkled with delightfulness as she licked her lips in a sultry fashion. With one huge hand, she grabbed both of my hands, and firmly placed them above my head. I sucked a lungful of air when she released me from her painful pressure. Before I could relax, she dropped her gigantic tits on to my ribs. Her studded bra piercing my already swollen chest caused me to scream once more. With just one of her boobs, it very easily covered my entire upper body. She began to grind me with her superior weight and her massiveness. The spikes felt like it was tearing my skin in to shreds. The giant secretary moaned, "Ooooh, this feels soo good!" and proceeded to move even faster and wider circles. Tears streamed out of my eyes as I bit my lips to keep from crying out. As much as I tried to squirm but her mammoth body kept me immobile. It literally constricted my breathing, as I was taking in small amount of air at a time. Her body heat continued to rise steadily as she rubbed her tits across my chest. The pain was even more agonizing than ever. "Aww...You're crying," I heard her say. My tears were streaming out rapidly. Then she dragged her heavy breast down lower to my stomach with the metal stud leaving a trail of red welts in it's wake. of my face. Her hot breath steamed over my face as she moaned with pleasure over each lick. With her free hand, she grabbed my hair and pulled it back as she rammed her large tongue down the back of my mouth. I couldn't help gagging for several moments as I was forced to breathe through my nose instead of my mouth. For several long minutes, I was to endure her torturous torments. Suddenly her tongue slid out of my mouth and her mountainous hooters were lifted. I opened my eyes to find the giant Melissa still squatting on her knees, towering above me. She was rubbing her crotch with her right hand as she smiled down at me and commented, "That felt good, Little man." Without getting up, she undid the strings that held her shorts up on her hips. The garments fell to the floor in a heap. "Now, let's see if you can get me off," she purred with ecstasy. With a single hand, she pulled my legs between her tree trunk size thighs until my head was under her crotch. Her dark pubic hair loomed high above my head as I stared up at it. Terror was beginning to over take me as she lowered her- self towards me. My hands were still pin above my head, rendering it useless. I shook my head from side to side, screaming and begging for her not to do this to me. Her huge hand pinned my head down so that I could no longer shake my head as she settled her muff down on my face. She released my head as she gyrated her hips in a slow seductive manner. All I could was breathe and smell her crotch. "C'mon, give me some tongue action, " Melissa growled huskily. I shook my head negatively the best I could. "Oh? You don't want to? Seems that you didn't learn anything from the last time," Her voice had an edge of steel that I didn't like. I didn't get much of a view since her crotch and ass were on my face, but I could feel her other hand stroking my right thigh as it went towards my half hard shaft. Suddenly, intensive pain shot racked through my body as the giant hand squeezed my dick. Melissa smiled as she listened to my muffled scream. The pain stopped when she asked me once more, "Are you going to do as I ask?" What was left of my strength, I nodded my head weakly. I slowly stuck out my tongue as she continued her shifting her hips across my face. The giantess purred as she released both of my hands to massage both of her enormous tits. "Now I don't taste all that bad, do I?" she cooed. I was fighting the urge to put my tongue back in my mouth after tasting the bitterness of her vagina. Both of her huge hands grabbed my head and tried to shoved it deeper into her cavernous cunt. Her giant oscillating hip gyrated at a faster rate. I was close to the point of passing out until Melissa rolled off of me, pulling me with her. I laid on top of her gasping for oxygen, until I heard her say, "Fuck me, you little I looked down at my half hard shaft, trying to will it to rock hard, but I was to exhausted to do so. I had a feeling that I would get a beating if I don't fuck the secretary soon. This time, I willed an exotic image of a woman at my height that any man would want to have for the night. Slowly, my genial started to become erected. I crawled forward slowly, as I stretched my legs and back. Suddenly, something large and big swatted on my back. The blow sent me sprawling forward, face first into the giantess's tits. A voice, I know all to well, said, "You should know better than that, Melissa. You'll screw up the incantation if you let him touch you that way." I rolled over to see my boss, Ms. Suzan Sager, towering above me. She changed her clothes to something that looked more dominating. She wore a pair of jet black high heel boots, which showed off her massively powerful thighs. I could see her pubic hair protruding from the sides of her panties. The cups of her black lacy corst was being threatened to be overrun by her giant hooters. Over her broad shoulders, she wore a black cape, which hung all the way down to the floor. The word, incantation, ran through my mind. "What could she be talking about?" I thought to myself. "I couldn't help myself, Ms. Sager. I haven't been fucked in a long time," said her secretary. I started to get up off of Melissa, but the honey brown hair giantess kicked me back down on to my back. "I think we're going to have to debase Tony a little bit more," snickered my boss. The giant woman threw her cape back and withdrew what looked like a strap on dildo. The thing looked pitifully small in her hand as she snapped the straps around her waist. If she was going to use that thing on me, I didn't want any part of it. I tried to get up, but Melissa's shapely long legs imprisoned me. No matter how hard I tried to get out, I was no match against her superior strength. I banged with my fist on her legs as the giant Suzan stooped down and grabbed me by my shoulders with both of her hands and hauled me to my feet. The giantess laughed at my efforts to escape her hands as she stood up to her full height and then readjusted herself so that the rubber dong was face level with mine. She pulled me up close to her strap on dildo. The rubber dick was longer than mine by a good 5 inches and thicker, too. I shook my head every time my giant boss tried to insert the shaft into my mouth. I had to brace my hands against her wide hips. "Kiss my dick, dammit!" she growled at me and I still refused to do so. Her huge hand nearly took off my head when she slapped me. My nose was bleeding again and the pain stung the left side of my face. "Now, kiss it, dammit!" she ordered me again. I puckered my lips to kiss the distasteful thing. I heard Melissa laughing behind me. "Now, lick the side of the shaft to show what a good little slut you are," said Suzan. I turned my head to lick the entire length of the entity. The taste was bitter as I licked the shaft. She guided my head with one hand, around the rubber dildo, to make sure that I've licked every inch. The giant lady purred, "That's very good, little slut. Now," her two giant hands grabbed the back of my head, "suck it." All resistant was futile, as she arched her hips towards me, her powerful hands pulled my head directly into her strap-on rubber dildo. The thing forced its way into my mouth as I tried to accommodate it's size. I half gag and half chocked on the thing, but I wasn't given any choice. The giantesses laughed at me as I struggled with it. Suzan continued to stroke the rubber dong in and out of my mouth while tears were streaming out of my eyes. Each time she pumped the projectile, she drove it deeper and deeper into the back of my mouth. My throat expanded until she drove the whole thing all the way in. "So, how does it feel to be the weaker sex for a change?" my boss asked me. I couldn't say anything because the dong was still impaled into my mouth. She slowly backed the shaft out of my mouth, forcing me to endure it for a while longer. It came out with a silent pop. I wiped my eyes dry as I looked up to see Ms. Sager grinning at me evilly. I didn't like that look she gave me. Her rubber shaft was pointing at my stomach when she dropped down on her knees. "Guess what we're going to do next," she said with her eyes laughing at me. "Oh no, she not going to fuck me with that thing," I thought to myself. With her superior strength, she easily turned me around by my waist while I screamed and try to pull myself from her powerful grasp. Suzan smacked the hard rubber dong on my ass painfully as she laughed gleefully. Pulling with all my might, the giantess effortlessly lifts me off the floor. I screamed as she penetrated my ass with the dildo. "That's it, cry, little man, cry," she said. Cry, I did as she rammed the rod into me deeper each time. I could feel my rectum being forcefully spread wider each time she drives it into me. The thing burned my asshole as it entered and exited me while she held me aloft a few inches in the air where my toes could barely touch the ground. It felt like eternity, before she drove it to the hilt. It felt like a log was inside of me. I was still screaming my head off and trying to push the dildo out of my ass. Ms. Sager continued to laugh and tease me, "I can see why men enjoy rapping women. I never felt so much power from fear, especially from a tiny little man like you, Tony." The giantess swatted my ass to inflict more pain upon me. I watched the giant Melissa ,through my tear-streaked eyes, smiling to herself as she fingered herself in the crotch. The brunette rolled on to her hands and knees, with cat-like grace, she crawled towards me. She lowered her face down mine and licentiously drove her big tongue in to the back of my mouth. Her large hand caressed the right side of my face while her other hand, with her fingers lightly played with my left nipple. I tried to scream when the giantess roughly pulled the long dildo out of my ass, but Melissa mouth covered mine. I fell to my knees when Suzan released me. The brunette still held on to me. "C'mon, Melissa. If you want the spell to work, now is the time to do it when he feels he has been degraded so low," I heard Ms. Suzan Sager say. The secretary released my mouth with a loud smack. My body crashed to the floor as both of the giantesses quickly drew a circle around me with chalk and started to light candles that were surrounding me. Then I heard something heavy dropped to the floor, near my feet, but outside of the chalk drawn circle. I turned my head towards the object. It was a statue of a woman that somehow was radiating fear into me. Don't know why, but I was definitely scare of that thing. The lights were turned off and I watched Melissa put her clothes back on, in the candlelight, knelt down on her knees near my head and somehow I felt and knew the other giantess was behind me. Strange words erupted from the Suzan Sager's mouth, I couldn't tell if they were Greek or Latin. Her voice rose and pitched with feverish frenzy. suddenly her dialogue switched to English as I listened to her, "Hear me my goddesses! I bring thee an offering of a gift. I beseech thee to come forth. Let thine present beknown among us. Honor us with thine present." "Hello, my ever so bright daughter. What do you have to offer me this time?" a voice that somehow was emulating through the angry stone, but it sounded so cheerful. It wasn't right. All my life, that when I went to church, there was never a present or a voice that was heard when I was around. Ms. Sager replied, "I bring thine an offering of this woman to be one of your followers. From her she brings you this worthless man as her gift to the most holy thine." "Suzan, drop the thee's and thine's. Those days are long gone by and you're giving me a heartache thinking about my other daughters who died when Rome decided to invade the jungle. And for once say my name." "I'm sorry my goddess, but you know if anyone says your name in your present, the other gods will hear it and take actions against you and us. Just like what happen with Amazon." "Very well. Let's take a look at our new follower." There was a brief pause. Somehow I could feel the goddess floating over Melissa and then it moved back to the cold statue. "You have done well,even though she still has the lust for this carcass, but she will change, Suzan. I will take her offering even though there is nothing to take from the man-ape. I will have to take his strength." "No need to take his strength. I already extracted fluid from him. I was going to ask you a favor that you transfer his strength to Melissa. She gonna need it in the near future." I heard something popped and set on the floor next to me. "Because you have done so well, I will grant you your wish." Before I knew what happened, I felt something powerful seized control of my mind and body. I closed my eyes and screamed as my body convulsed uncontrollably as I felt something being wrenched away from me. I felt the statue's anger and power as it tore something from me. After what felt like eternity, the pain subsided, but I don't think it will ever go away. Melissa moaned with such an intensity, that I had to look at her. Slowly, I opened my eyes just a crack and then opened them all the way. I wished that I hadn't. Despite the pain I was feeling, I stood up on my feet and looked up to the colossal form of the secretary. She was even bigger than before. I stare in astonishment as the brunette grew more and more muscular in each passing seconds. The black studded bra she wore, burst from her oversize chest. Her shoulder broaden as she spread her arms out like an eagle as her biceps exploded with power on her arms. Her abdomen shrank and formed into a hard packed washboard. She rose up higher upon her knees as I watched her thighs swelled into mighty pythons. "It's an incredible sight, isn't it," I heard a voice behind me. I turned around and nearly staggered back from the view. Suzan also towered like a colossal giantess. I turned around to look at the other woman and then back to my boss. They were both at the same height, it seems that I had been shrunk again. "Well, it seems that my Goddess has gotten greedy again. You should be lucky. The last man she had, she didn't stop shrinking him until he was 2 inches tall and we lost him in my pussy," giggled the giantess. She reached down and grabbed me by my waist with one giant hand. Her fingers were thick as a telephone pole as I tried in vain to pry them apart. I was brought up close to her billboard size face. "We're gonna have some fun," her loud voice rumbled. I was already frighten, I couldn't get any more scared than I was. Suzan hastily dropped me to the ground as she leaned back. I looked up to see that she was removing the rubber dildo which was twice the height as I was. Next, she removed the panties she was wearing and motioned me to come closer to her huge vagina. Her crotch looked like a set of forbidden doors to dangerous sexual passion as I came closer to her. With two large fingers, she peeled back the labia, to reveal a large wet gaping hole with a nipple hanging down from the ceiling. With her free hand, I was shoved towards her cavernous cunt. I dropped down onto my knees and crawled the rest of the way to her. My giant boss roared with laughter. I sucked her large clit while I inserted one arm into the hole. The hole quickly closed around my arm before I could pull it back. No matter how hard I tried to, I couldn't pull my arm out. I started to panic. I stopped sucking her clit and changed position. I planted both of my knees into the floor and tried to pull. No avail. I kept on trying. I looked up at the honey hair giantess. She had her hand covering her mouth. Suddenly, she burst out laughing and my arm came free. I fell back from the force of my arm coming free. Before I could get up, her gigantic hand scooped my legs and hauled me upright. "At this rate you're never gonna make me cum," she said. With one leg on her knee and the other on it's feet. She centered me underneath her crotch and inserted my head and chest into her cunt. My scream turned into a gargling sound as she pumped me in and out. My arms were pinned to the sides, were useless. After what felt like eternity, her body started to shuddered and her vagina muscles expanded and contracted. With the help of her juice, I slid out of her dark hole and fell 10 feet to the ground. I crumbled into a heap, covered with white sticky ooze. I was ready to fall asleep after what I was put through, until a giant hand snatch me from the floor and my sleep. Panicking, I held on to the fingers. My eyes opened to find Melissa's large face looking down on me. "Yummy," was all she said. The giant face zoomed down on me with her mouth opened wide enough to swallow me whole. I screamed as it came closer upon me. Her tongue came out of her mouth and started to lick the cum off of my body. The giantess licked me thoroughly as if she were a kid who would take great joy in licking all of the batter off the spoon. In mere minutes, she had me licked clean, although I reeked of her breath. She dropped me back onto the floor, like some forgotten toy. I crashed onto the floor with every part of my body in pain. I rolled over to see Melissa's new body. The change was astounding. She still had her large firm breast, but for some reason it look bigger, even though I'm smaller than I was before. The rest of her body had a lot of mass muscles on it. Her stomach was a flat washboard with her abdominal finely detailed. Her arms and legs was nothing but a mass of powerful coils wrapped around it with blue veins crisscrossing all over it. She was trying to put on her high heel shoes, but her feet was too big. And she tried to put on her swimsuit. The secretary's bottom part splayed when she pulled them up. The top part, no matter how she tried, couldn't reach all the way around her broad back. I couldn't take my eyes off of her new body, it was incredibly exciting to look at it and at the same time it was also dangerous. "Ms. Sager, do you have anything that I could put on that will fit me, until I could get some new clothes?" asked Melissa. Suzan only pointed at her walk-in closet. The giant secretary disappear into it. "Upon your hands and knees, Boy Toy!" Ms. Sager voice cracked like a whip. It hurt too much to do as she said, so I just laid there. "If you don't do as I say, I'm gonna step on you!" she threaten and still I didn't move. Her high heel boot was suddenly on top of me, but there was no pressure. Her foot was so large that it easily covered my whole body. "I warned you what would happen if you didn't obey," she said. Her immense foot had gotten incredibly heavy. My breathing became more and more difficult. The pain came next as I screamed in agony. For the next few moments, she kept up the pressure until she was satisfied that she had punished me. Her foot was suddenly gone and again she commanded,"Get on your hands and knees, Dog!" With each movement was a stab of pain, I slowly rolled over and got onto my hands and knees. "Good boy! You deserve a treat. Lick my boots clean, Boy Toy," the giant honey hair lady ordered me. I looked up to find her foot several yards away from me. I made my way over to the black shiny boot. I started at the point of her toe and worked my way back to the high heel. "Melissa, do you still want this miserable little wimp?" yelled my giantess boss. "No, not really. Why? Do you want him?" asked the other woman. "Yes, I think he would make a nice little paper weight for me and among other things," Ms. Sager responded. "So, what are you going to do with your fabulous new body?" continued the boss. "I think I'm going to get even with those artist who tried to stuff me into a suit that was too small for me," said the secretary. "That's fine, but hurt them too much. I need them for a new project," said she. A hand reached down and grabbed me by my waist. I was hoisted high into the air, until I was level with Suzan Sager's face. "Hear that? You're my property from now on. Anything I say or do, you will not disobey me at all or you'll suffer the consequences. You got that?" she shook me in the palm of her hand. I dare not to say anything, least she decides to drop me as my punishment. There was a knock at the door. "Who is it?" asked Suzan. The door opened and a familiar face walked in. Ruby asked in a stumbling English, "I wanted to ask you,..." She stopped in the middle of a sentence when she saw me in Ms. Sager's hand. Her eyes glinted with pure sexual joy. I shuddered with the thought if she ever got her hands on me. My tormentress did not even miss the look from Ruby's eyes. She took it in stride. "I see. Well, for twenty dollars, you can have him for the night and in the morning you can drop him off with my secretary," she offered. Without a moment to think, Ruby bobbed her head in agreement. The giant boss continued, "And if you want one of your own, we'll talk about it tomorrow. For this you can pay me later." Suzan walked towards Ruby and deposited me between Ruby's deep cleavage. "NOOOOO! Don't leave me with her!" I screamed as I tried to scrambled out of her soft downy boobs. A hand came down on top of me and pushed me in even deeper into her cleavage. The last thing I remember was Ms. Sager saying, "Tony, remember who's the boss now." The End
Air Fling
This is my first posting ... I have more to share in the future if you like this, but must post anonymously, since I am a senior manager at a Fortune 100 company and knowledge about my extra-curricular activities would cause the end of my career. It was hot and steamy as we arrived at the airport in Brisbane for the long journey home to Boston. This was the end of a month-long campervan vacation in Australia, and I, for one, was overjoyed to be heading back to some normalcy. For an entire month my wife Anne (I call her "the queen") had avoided sex in the campervan, or anywhere else for that matter, since "the children are nearby." - The irony of her way of thinking will be evident shortly. Actually, she is not very interested in sex anytime, since she was taught by her mother that sex was "dirty." The only time she ever saw her parents making love, they were fully clothed (hike up the skirt, dear - I'll just quickly unzip.) Sometimes I wonder how we ever ended up with three children; one is grown and on her own, the two boys (Ralph, 17 and Trevor, 14) were with us on holiday. Because I travel regularly, I have opportunity for other sexual outlets during the year, but four plus weeks within close quarters with a demanding uptight woman does not give you much opportunity to develop alternatives. I had some first class upgrade coupons, but at check-in time was told there was only one seat available. Anne immediately volunteered because of her "potential for a bad back," and was seated in 3A. The boys and I were given 21K/L and 22L. This was aisle and window seating in the 2-5-2 configuration, and the last two rows in the second section. I took the single seat, and let Ralph and Trevor sit together for the first ten-hour segment of the flight. An attractive woman dressed in a loose sweater and very tight blue jeans took the seat next to me. I could see that Ralph was uncomfortable and maybe even a little jealous, since he kept turning around to talk to me, but she was too old (29) to be interested in him. She introduced herself as Christine, "You can call me Chrissy." She was about five foot eight, light brown (almost blond) long hair, a nice ass - firm and high, breasts with an impact even through her shapeless sweater, and obviously in good physical condition. Chrissy was headed for Miami to pick up her belongings from a recent divorce; she and her husband had been working together on private yachts for eight years, and he had developed a cocaine habit. When he would not seek help to end his drug addiction, and more immediately after a close call with customs in Australia last year, she decided then and there to split from him, filed for divorce, stayed in Brisbane, and had just been notified the divorce was final. In the meantime, she had met another guy she wanted to stay with, and was going to Miami to settle up the property and return to her new lover. This I discovered during dinner conversation and over a few shared glasses of wine. Looking into my eyes, she confided she was "now free and ready for some excitement." The movie started, the flight attendants went around the cabin to lower all the shades, and Chrissy said, "I'd rather talk, if it's OK with you; this movie is terrible." I had also seen the movie and agreed. We spent the next two hours getting to know each other better. Chrissy at one point said, "You have terrific eyes, I get really turned on by eyes." We talked about the kids, and when she asked if I was married and learned about Anne in the front cabin, she thought it displayed selfish behavior and then never mentioned my marital status again. By now, the boys had fallen asleep, and just before the end of the movie, Chrissy excused herself for a few minutes, reached into the overhead bin for her carry-on (stretched long enough to get my mind focused on her hips and legs in those wonderful tight jeans,) and headed to the lavatory in the back. When she returned, she was wearing loose-fitting sweatpants, and when she asked if I minded if she lifted the arm dividing the seats, I replied "Of course not!" By now I had an idea of what she had in mind, because she had confided during the movie that one of her greatest turn-ons was the risk if discovery while having sex. "My husband was not a great lover, but in the close confines of the boat it was always exciting to fuck without anyone nearby knowing about it; I had more orgasms from fucking near other people than from the sex act itself." As she shared this with me, she was already visibly breathing more quickly. Chrissy and I arranged the blankets over both of us, now no longer separated, and curled up like spoons in the otherwise crowded seats. I started to give her a back rub, slowly working over her muscles by now cramped from the first five hours of the flight. She purred quietly, and after a while squirmed her shapely ass on the seat, pushing it back into my growing erection. With both hands I reached around under her loose sweater, and fondled her globes, her nipples growing firmer under my gentle stroking. Chrissy reached back and with one hand released my belt, then unbuckled and unbuttoned my pants. I whispered in her ear, "How do you do that? I can't even do that with one hand, and they're my pants." She laughed, and said, "Years of practice; don't worry, it gets better." My hard-on sprang out of my tight bikini briefs as she pulled the waistband forward, and she whispered, "I'm glad you're not wearing boxer shorts, I can't stand them." Chrissy began to stroke my cock, now slightly oozing with its own lubrication. She used the pre-come to help rotate her fingers gently around the head, stroking it with ever firmer pressure. I withdrew my hands from under her sweater to push my pants down further, allowing me to slip the briefs down below my swollen balls, which she now explored with her questing hand. Lubricating her fingers even more with her saliva, she alternately rubbed my balls and massaged the head of my dick. My hands were now free, and I hungrily reached forward for her erect nipples, shortly afterward sliding my right hand down her belly and slipping it under the waistband of her sweatpants. She was wearing no panties underneath, and the inside of the cotton sweats was already wet with her juices. As I stroked her mound, her lubrication welcomed my fingers into her warm wet cunt. Rubbing the juices on my fingers, I began to circle her clitoris and then used my fingers to stroke in and out of her pussy while my thumb pushed against her swollen clit. She was breathing harder now, and could not stop moving her ass around on the seat, first bucking her soaking cunt against my right hand, then pushing her ass back against my cock through the sweatpants. Just then, the stewardess came down the aisle, paused noticeably as she came up to our row, glared at me (me? why me? there are two of us here, you know!), almost said something, then apparently decided that since we were bothering nobody else, she would keep moving. Thank God! While we were both close to fully clothed at that time, there was little chance she could do anything legally disastrous, but who needs the embarrassment, or the hassle from the kids for that matter. As the stewardess left, Chrissy whispered. "She knows exactly what we are doing, and she's jealous! Now I want to have your prick inside me. I'll keep quiet, but I need you to fuck me now." With this, she lifted her ass off the seat and slid her sweats down below her knees, then separated her legs slightly and moved back so I could slide into her dripping pussy from behind. I moved slowly in and out as she purred and pushed back onto my cock quietly so we would not wake our neighbors. At the same time, I reached back around to stroke her clitoris easily but steadily. The appearance of the stewardess had startled me, and most of the urgency for release that had
built up from her stroking my hard-on had subsided, so it was a
nice, long, easy fuck, punctuated by her spasming in orgasm
three times before my cock pressure built up to the point of no
return. I came with the most excruciating pleasure I had felt
in my life (actually for the last month, but you know how easy
it is to lose perspective at the moment.) I felt like I
unleashed at least a pint of come into her already dripping
cunt. I sighed, and whispered' "Chrissy, it must have been
heaven that sent you to this seat. You don't know how much I
needed that."
She then turned around in the seat to sit normally, and
kissed me for the first time. "I needed it just as much as you
did; you're a terrific fuck, but on top of that it's the danger
that makes me come so much. Thanks for being here, I dreamed
that I'd be fucked silly on this trip. As we kissed, I told
her about my favorite turn-on. "What I like best is eating
pussy, but there is no room here for that. Would you like to
go to the back of the plane with me?"
"What do you mean? In the lavatory?" she asked.
"Yes. If we are reasonably cautious we can get in there
without causing an uproar," I replied.
"I've never done that before," Chrissy explained.
"There's a first time for everything," I said, and moved to
pull up my pants and buckle my belt. She thought about it for
a minute, and then said, "why not, let's try it!" She drew up
the sweatpants and tied the drawstring (I hadn't noticed there
was one before - must not have been tied.) Then she got up and
headed for the back of the plane, with me following directly
behind.
She entered the first lavatory, which was vacant (good
thing the flight was long, and everybody was still asleep.) I
slipped right in behind her before the flight attendants
noticed we were even there. As I closed the door, she turned
and we started to kiss passionately. She broke for a quick
query, "how do you do anything in this little space?" As I
untied the drawstring on her sweatpants, I said, "Just lift up
and sit on the sink, and let me taste your cunt."
Chrissy lifted, spread her legs, and I could see her cunt
lips were still swollen from her last orgasm. I gently tongued
her outer lips, occasionally swiveling my head to nip the
insides of her thighs, but always returning to circle her clit,
and as it swelled up, suck on it gently. There was no end to
the wetness; her own lubrication, supplemented by the enormous
load of come I had left in her pussy, dripped down both sides
of my chin onto the stainless steel sink surface and trailed
down her thighs.
After tonguing her into a few more orgasms, I realized how
hard I was getting again, and finally stood up, sliding her ass
slightly off the surface, and drove my cock into her again
while we exchanged extremely wet but tasty kisses, flavored by
both of our juices. Such a short time after the last fuck, and
she was sooo wet; this time it lasted at least twenty minutes,
both of us sighing and savoring the overwhelming sensations
coursing through our bodies. Finally, after a slow buildup
that I never wanted to end, I came again, not as much this
time, but she sensed it and started bucking hard just at the
same moment. The pleasure was so intense it was almost
painful.
The light came on to return to the cabin, and after a few
minutes we were able to adjust ourselves to some degree of
presentability to return to our seats. Just as we opened the
door, the same stewardess was looking right into my eyes. She
said angrily, "Please return to your seats and stay there. We
have some turbulence and the captain has turned on the seat
belt sign." I couldn't help but think that maybe we were the
cause of the turbulence, but then that's just my imagination
running away with me again.
As we settled in to the seats, Chrissy pushed the seat
divider down, saying, "I think everyone is waking up, let's not
embarrass your boys." The breakfast service was beginning, the
cabin lights were turned on, and we were again two strangers
who happened to be sitting next to each other on the plane.
The secret of our mile-high lovemaking was secure.
We exchanged addresses, but with her in Brisbane and me in
Boston it's not likely we'll ever meet again. Both of us
promised to use caution in contacting each other should the
opportunity arise, so our current SO would not be disturbed,
but also promised to get together if possible again.
I said goodbye to Chrissy at the seat, and went forward
with the unsuspecting boys to deplane.
As we got to the end of the ramp in the terminal, I asked
Anne, "How was your flight?"
"Great," she replied, "one of the most relaxing ever."
"Me too!"
Just as an aside from your humble editor, if you manage to join
the Mile High Club, you can get a little Mile High Club pin from
"Sporty's Pilot Shop." Call 1-800-LIFTOFF.
Ice Cream, You Scream
My name is Maureen, and I'm taking the time to write this to help out
other women who might have the same problem as myself. My dilemma was simple.I married a wonderful, secure, attractive man, whom I adore. I also adore having my pussy eaten, and unfortunately, my husband, who not normally a
picky eater, stops one step short of hair pie. No matter how I cleansed myself or how much I would suck his cock, he would simply and without further discussion refuse to slide his tongue into my love nest. I have a very good girlfriend who loves to give me excellent head, although I do not consider myself a lesbian and have never gone down on her. One day, while she was munching away between my thighs, I let it slip that Ken, my husband, had never experimented with oral sex on me. Debbie was aghast, and she told me she would help me formulate a plan to remedy the situation. Debbie is a foxy, horny 24-year-old with an incredible chest measurement of 42C. She told me that she would see if she could seduce my husband into eating her out, and if she could, then we would know that it is not oral sex itself that Ken objects to, but me. we set it up so that Debbie would come over one day after I had left for an evening class that I attend. She tried to get me to peek through a window at the action, but I felt that I might get, jealous and try to break it up if it got too steamy. Actually, I was pretty sure that Debbie would not get her pussy eaten that night. We came to an understanding that if she did get my husband and herself too horny, they could fuck, but I didn't want to hear about it from anyone except Ken. The following is Debbie's version of what transpired. I left for my class at 6:45 P.M. after kissing Ken good-night. Debbie rand the bell at about 8:30, innocently looking for me. Ken explained that I was out for the evening, but invited her in to watch a football game. Debbie, naturally, agreed to stay, and they both settled on the sofa to watch. About halfway through the first quarter, Debbie let out an anguished moan and started to rub her left tit through her blouse and bra. Apologizing, she started to leave the room. Ken asked what was wrong and she relayed a made-up story about a breast aneurysm that could occasionally be painful. She told him that she would have to massage it for about half an hour before the pain would subside. Ken told her to relax, that he was super-happily married, and that she could probably stay in the same room and massage it without fear of being attacked by him. She asked if he was really under control, because she would like to remove her bra and blouse if it was safe. He told her to go ahead. His dick started to get hard as he watched her, out of the corner of his eye, strip off her top and massage herself. Debbie's nipple became erect, and she occasionally stopped to tug at it in a casual, relaxed manner. At the end of the first quarter, their conversation had resumed and Debbie decided to make a move. She told Ken that her hand was getting tired, but there was still a little pain, and asked if he could rub her breast without getting too horny. Without hesitation, ken moved over, reached around her, and began rubbing. She protested at first, saying that he wasn't doing it correctly. Debbie explained that she could demonstrate the proper technique on his dick, and had it out of his pants in under ten seconds. Ken did protest at first, but one of her gentle penis pulls silenced him immediately. Before too long Debbie was sucking all eight inches of Ken's dick, and he was lying back, moaning. She casually removed her skirt and slip, leaving her vital opening still covered by panty hose and panties. Ken, who is no great master of control, was about to come and told her so, so she stopped immediately, leaving him one second short of an orgasm. She directed him to lie on the couch faceup as she lay down on top of him. First she slid her nylon-covered thighs on each side of Ken's penis, contracting her legs around it. Ken moaned that the nylon felt incredible around his dick. She wriggled down his body until her breasts were on both sidesof his fully erect member, and finally moved further down for more oral activity. By this, time, Ken was facing a panty-hosed, panty-covered cunt directly in his face. Probably out of instinct more than anything else, Ken's tongue darted out and began licking the cotton crotch between Debbie's legs. In his ecstasy, Ken told her that he was very inexperienced at oral sex, but had eaten out his secretary a few times. I had to force this information out of Debbie, but it didn't bother me as much as I thought it would. Debbie asked him to go down on her, but he hesitated and got up from the couch. As he walked down the hall, Debbie figured that that was the end of their session. To her surprise, Ken returned minutes later with a towel, ice cream, chocolate syrup, and bananas. He spread the towel out on the couch as he explained to her that the best way to eat cunt is in a "pussy sundae." He proceeded to make an ice cream confection in her vigina and ate it all, throughly licking the "dish" clean. Debbie refused to tell me much more after that, leaving me to believe that they probably ended up fucking. But even that didn't make me jealous, probably because I was coming when she relayed the information to me. Debbie told me the entire story while she was making and eating her own pussy sundae, with me as the dish. The next step was to somehow convince Ken to use me for a pussy sundae without letting on that I had set him up with Debbie. I let a week pass, and then put my new plan into action. When Ken came home from work, I told him that I didn't feel quite right and my pussy had been itching terribly all day. I told him that I had called a girlfriend who had recommended rubbing butter on it, and I asked him if he would like to be the one doing the rubbing. He readily agreed, and in no time I was down on the bed, his hard fingers spreading the butter all over me. After a few minutes, I told him that I was feeling a little bit better but thought that peanut better would help more, due to its thicker consistency. He not only brought back a jar of peanut butter, he also brought a jar of strawberry jam. Ken turned me into a delicious peanut butter, jelly, and vagina sandwich. I was in total ecstasy, and since then I have experenced the joy of acting as a dish for a sundae, spaghetti, salad, and corn-on-the-cob.
The Beach
As I lay day dreaming on the beach, I suddenly and casually glanced to my left, only to see the most gorgeous girl I had ever seen. She looked up while I was surveying her, and gave me a smile and a wink...I pulled my towel over near hers, and then introduced myself. She told me her name was Debbie, and we began talking... After about 30 minutes of small-talk, she suddenly asked me if I would rub some suntan lotion on her back. Trying to hide my excitement, I agreed. She turned on her stomach, and unstrapped her top. I began rubbing the lotion up around her neck, and slowly worked my way down, . Her skin was soft and sexy, and her tan was very dark. I found my hands wandering off of her back, around towards her breasts, but she gently guided them back to where they started, whispering "LATER"..I continued down her sensuous back, until I reached her ass. I leaned closer, staring at it in awe. It was a piece of art. I longed to guide my cock in between her buns, but I managed to resist. I jumped past her gorgeous ass, down to her long, sexy legs. I took my time there. Finally, I reached her feet. She wore purple nail polish on her toes, and I was so horny that even this began to turn me on. When I was completely done, she asked me if I would go back to her beach house for some lunch. I agreed, but lunch was not what I was hoping for! When we got there, she asked if I would like to take a shower first..I thought that she meant with her, but we ended up taking separate showers...She made hamburgers for lunch, and as we were eating, she began to run her toes up and down my leg under the table. Then she lifted her foot as high as my crotch, and started to gently rub my shaft with her toe The two of us quickly swallowed what was left of lunch, and she led me to her bedroom.. We both quickly stripped, and she sank to her knees and began sucking my swelled rod. She deep throated me, and I came. She swallowed with a smile and lay down on the bed, motioning for me to eat her pussy. I assure you that it was a very sweet and juicy desert. Then we got into the 69 position, and enjoyed one another at the same time. Finally, she pulled me on top of her, and guided my rod into her hot, steaming cunt. The rest of the day was spent making mattress magic.
Fixin' Vixen
Sunset on the Atlantic... What a beautiful sight! The rays from behind me as I gazed out over the water glimmered off the water, shimmering on the waves. I was sitting on the deck of my beach condo, sipping (ironically) a Tequila Sunrise and listening to a CD of my favorite music from the sixties. I probably had the music playing too loud, but no one was complaining, so I left it on high. I heard something on the beach below me and looked over the railing of the deck. A beautiful lady in her early 30's was dancing by herself to the sounds coming from above. She was quite a good dancer and obviously enjoying her solitary dancing, unaware that anyone was watching. She moved and swayed to the sounds of "When A Man Loves a Woman" by Percy Sledge, lost in her memories. As the final strains of the classic faded, I said, "You dance divinely, my dear." She spun her head around, looking for the speaker; startled. Then as she spun around, she looked up at me and lost her balance, falling to the ground with a sharp cry of pain as she twisted her ankle on the unsteady sand. I ran down the steps to her side. "I am so sorry, I didn't mean to startle you," I told her. "Are you alright?" "NO, I twisted my damn ankle again," she replied with a grimace. "It's not really your fault. I twisted it a few days ago and should have known better than to dance on it so soon." "Can you walk on it?" "I don't think so... I need to put some ice on it." "Let me help you up to my apartment; I've got an ice pack you can put on it. It's the least I can do." She stood on her one good leg and put her arm around my shoulder and tried to hop up the stairs. She was obviously hurting, so I reached down and picked her up and carried her up the stairs. She felt good in my arms and I enjoyed the feel of her breast against my chest. I carried her inside and put her down on the couch; placed her injured ankle on a pillow and went to get the ice pack. When I came back, she put her good foot on the floor to give me room to sit down and tend to her ankle. I gently placed the ice pack on her foot and let my eyes rum up her bare legs to her cutoff blue jean-covered crotch. Her legs were spread, and I could see a few silky hairs peeking from the vee of her sex. I tried not to stare,
but I couldn't help my self. My eyes traveled on up and I could see she was not wearing a bra under her tight T-shirt. She was either horny or cold, because her nipples were as hard as rocks, tenting the fabric of her shirt. I looked on up into the most beautiful eyes I had seen in a long, long time. She was smiling slightly.
"Did you enjoy the view?"
"Ah, uh, well, uh... would you like something to drink?" Istammered, embarrassed at being caught being so obvious. "Sure," she replied with a mischievous grin. "Some white wine would be nice if you have it." I stood to go to the kitchen and turned quickly to hide my growing erection. In the kitchen I reached down and readjusted my cock. "It ain't gonna do you any good to get up, boy," I told it tersely. "This lady's hurting and you ain't got a chance to get any tonight, so just calm down." But, as always, he didn't listen to me. He had a mind of his own and it was one-track... but at least it wasn't so obvious after the adjustment. I came back into the living room with our drinks and as I walked toward her she was staring at my crotch. She turned on her side a bit and patted the couch beside her for me to sit. "You didn't answer my question," she said after she had taken a sip. She looked at me prettily over the rim of her wineglass. "Did you enjoy the view? I sure did."
"I can't help looking when I am that close to someone as
beautiful as you are," I replied.
She reached up and pulled my head down to hers. "You're very sweet," she said and kissed me. "Thanks for taking care of me."
"It's my pleasure."
"Not yet it isn't," she said and kissed me again, running her tongue deep into my mouth, moaning softly. We kissed passionately for a few minutes, then I broke the kiss.
"If you don't watch out, this is going to get out of hand and I
don't want to hurt your foot."
"Let me worry about the damn foot," she replied. "I'll let you know if it hurts, you can be sure of that!" And with that, she reached down, grabbed the hem of her T-shirt and pulled it over her head. She shook her brown curly hair as the shirt came off and dropped the shirt on the floor. She grabbed my head and drew it to her breasts. I wallowed my face in those glorious mounds of flesh, licking and kissing them all over. I ran my tongue around and around her nipples, first one then the other; making them even harder, if that is possible. They seemed to swell and grow before my eyes as I sucked each one again and again. As I sucked and lapped at her breasts, she reached down and unbuttoned my shirt, running her fingers through my chest hair and sliding the shirt off my shoulders. I went back up and kissed her deeply, my chest resting against her warm, wet nipples. She pushed me back and grappled with my belt buckle. I stood up to give her better access. She undid my belt, unsnapped my pants and jerked them and my underwear down, revealing my throbbing manhood. I stepped out
of my clothes as she grasped my cock and pulled it to her. She darted her tongue out and touched the head, licking off the drop of pre-cum there and running it over her lips. "Mmmmmmmmm," she moaned. "I want more!" and pushed my dick between her lips. I could feel her running her tongue around the glans, then down the sensitive underside. Then she drew me into her
mouth deeply, my pubic hair brushing her chin as she ran my cock deep
into her throat, giving it exquisite tongue action as she did. My legs started to give way in pleasure, so I rested my knees against the couch, being careful not to jar her foot. As she sucked and licked my flaming cock, I reached down and
ran my hand into her jeans, sliding the middle finger into her slit. Her pussy was already very wet and I let the tip of my finger enter her sopping cunt. I drew it back out and let it slide slickly over her clit. She moaned loudly around the cock in her mouth and the vibrations nearly made me shoot my wad down her throat right then! Talk about a hum job! I unbuckled her jeans and unzipped them, pushing them as far down her luscious legs as I could with my cock still in her throat. She spread her good leg as wide as possible, but the jeans were binding her. I pulled my dick from her mouth and slid her pants and panties down, taking extra care sliding them off over her injured ankle. She spread again and I could see the lips of her pussy winking at me wetly. I dropped to my knees beside her and buried my face in her pussy. The sweet smell of her hot, horny pussy was like perfume. I spread the lips to reveal her hard clit, extending redly out at me. I nibbled at it gently, causing her to squeal in pleasure. I reached up and ran my fingernails softly across her nipples as I lapped at her pussy. Then I took them between my fingers and lightly pinched as I ran my tongue deep into her hot snatch, lapping her juices up hungrily. I laid my tongue flat against her clit and gave it long, slow licks as I reached down with my right hand and slid my thumb into her cunt, with the rest of my fingers running down into the crack of her cute little ass. My thumbnail was quite long, but I kept it dull and well-rounded. It pressed up against that special bundle of nerves in her pussy as I continued to lap at her clit with long, slow strokes. She began to buck against my hand and tongue, her passion building to a peak. As she started to cum, I withdrew my thumb and inserted three fingers deeply into her as her orgasm grew. I continued to lap and jab her clit with my tongue as I thrust my fingers in and out of her dripping pussy, faster and faster. She grabbed a throw pillow and pressed it to her mouth and screamed in pleasure as her cum reached it's peak. Even with the pillow to muffle her cries, I was afraid the neighbors would think there was a murder going on. She writhed against my tongue and fingers as I backed off on the speed with which I was stimulating her as she cam down from the heights of ecstasy. As her cum ended, after 15 or 20 seconds, I let my fingers gently slide out of her, covered in her spendings. I sat back on my haunches and massaged her mound softly as I licked my other hand, drinking down her juice and marveling at the sweet, yet tangy flavor. Then I leaned down and put my arms around her and held her tenderly as she basked in the afterglow. I couldn't believe it when I looked up. Throughout the encounter, she had not moved her injured ankle and the ice pack was right where I had left it! After a sort while, her eyes fluttered open and she smiled at me with a beautiful smile. "That was fantastic!" she said. "And it didn't hurt my foot at all! Now I want you to fuck me, fuck me hard and deep and fill my pussy with your cum, mix your cum with mine, baby." She pulled her good leg to her chest and spread as wide as possible. With one foot on the floor and the other knee on the couch between her legs, I positioned my cock at the entrance to her pussy and slid it in slowly. Her pussy was very hot and slick with her cum; and very tight in spite of the serious fingerfucking I had given it. Her cunt grasped my cock and squeezed as I fucked her. She put her good foot in the small of my back and pulled me into her steaming pussy harder. Her pussy was clenching on my cock as I went faster and faster; harder and harder. I palmed her nipples and mauled her breasts as I pounded my cock into her. She had her eyes clenched tightly shut and grabbed for the pillow again, so I knew she was going to cum again. I felt the juice boiling up from my balls, but I held off until she started to come; then I thrust and pounded my cock into her furiously as the cum blasted from the head of my dick, filling her pussy with jism as she flooded with her hot pussy juice again. Our love fluids flowed together and ran from her pussy down the crack of her ass, puddling on the couch between her legs. I collapsed on her, panting heavily from the exertion. As we recovered, we nuzzled and cuddled, kissing each other gently and whispering nonsense words. She reached down between us and said, "I'm afraid we've stained up your nice couch." "Not to worry, my dear," I replied. "That's what ScotchGard was invented for!" "Oh, goody, then can I come over tomorrow and sprain my ankle again?" Well, my little Vixen, How'd you like your fixin'? Hope you enjoyed it. Any other ladies out there who would like a custom fantasy created for them have but to ask by leaving a message for Dastardly Dave on any of the boards where I am a member. Give enough information so I can personalize it, give me a name to use for your character, and list any turn-offs to avoid and I will be happy to weave a tale for you.
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I don't understand some relationships.
The weekend after graduation is a particularly dull time for a bottle shop. Everyone that wants booze has either left town, is still nursing the worst hangover of their academic life, or is still plowing through leftover alcohol. Or has to work. Which I was. The late afternoon sun pounded through the dirty glass of the front, what little was not covered with signs loudly proclaiming a message of, in essence, "Get Drunk! Cheap! Here." The weather in Cambridge had been particularly lousy, especially for June, our most promising month until October. But the thunderstorms and rain showers had given way to a passably nice day. The weather was guaranteed by the owner of the shore having scheduled me for an all-day shift. The job sucked, but the alternative was home to Lancaster, PA with my parents, a fate I would have gladly licked Mass Ave clean with my tongue to avoid. I didn't notice her at first, as all my attention was taken up by counting out change for a $100 for a young guy who was buying a newspaper. He had a smile that I'm certain was intended to be apologetic, and if I had been in a better mood it might have worked, but I was inconsolable. A line had formed, and she joined the end of it, not stopping to pick anything up. With each sale, I noticed a little more of her. Bottle of wine, $12.95. Short blonde hair. Two six-packs of Coke, $4.49. About 5' 8", blue halter top. Nice figure. Bottle of gin, $6.80. Cute, button nose.
She reached the front of the line, and gave me a smile that broke
through my lousy mood. Blue eyes. A little necklace that looked
vaguely Southwestern, all turquoise and silver.
"I'm looking for Cedar Street? Any idea where that is?"
We're at the corner of Mass Ave. and Cedar. This was going to be a
short encounter. I told her.
"No, no, not that Cedar! Cedar in Somerville. I love Boston, but I
hate driving in Boston."
We're in Boston the way New Jersey is in Manhattan, but I wasn't going
to start that line of conversation.
"Where are you from?"
"California. How about yourself?"
"Lancaster, Pennsylvania. I'm going to Harvard ..." I started in, but
I seemed to have said the magic word.
"Lancaster! I have friends in Lancaster." Reminded me a bit too much
of the Pennsylvania license plates, but she's gone on. "They're
members of my sorority, and I just saw them at our June Weekend
reunion. I'm in town for that ..."
As she went on, a one-person conversation, I took in her voice (quite
husky, considering her bubbly demeanor) and glanced (with appropriate
discretion, I hoped) up and down her body. She was, well,
well-stacked. Unfortunately, my discretion was insufficient for the
task, and I looked back up to her face to see her smiling at my
regard. As I blushed, she leaned down over the counter.
"Some people get all the fun jobs," she said, in a low, conspiratorial
voice.
"Uh, yeah." Witty reply. Clever. That's right, I thought, wow her
with your intellect.
"Place seems quiet, today" She said, glancing around, stretching
herself. Her elbows sunk slowly onto the countertop. I looked up from
the view thus created by the lowering of the halter-top fabric to see
her looking at me with a smile that had switched from conspiratorial to
something else.
"Think of anything we could do to make the job more fun?" she said.
 
"Well, it's cooler in the back." Shit, I thought, did I say that?
 
"We could fix that," she said, turning around and surveying the back of
the store for the door.
 
"This way," I managed to gasp out with lungs that didn't seem
completely under my command. In one fluid motion, I had closed the
register, grabbed a package of condoms from behind the counter, and
locked the front door. No customers in the parking lot, good, just one
car, must be her's. It looks like there's someone in it, but nah,
couldn't be, anyway, who cares?
 
I led her into the back room. It's even worse than the typical back
room of a liquor store, whatever that looks like. There are boxes
piled everywhere, both empty and full, the usual collection of posters
proclaiming that all you have to do is drink some terrible brand of bad
American liquor and amazingly women who would scrape you off their shoe
now will fall into bed with you. Not in so many words, of course, but
the message is clear.
 
She surveyed the scene, with what I assumed was less than complete
enthusiasm. Well, it is a bottle shop, not the Marriott. But when she
turned around, she still has that infectious lovely smile on her face ...
 
"I can cope with this." She pulled the tank top over her head,
revealing her lovely breasts still in a white bra. The bra came off a
moment later, and she was in my arms, pulling me down to a kiss. And a
very nice kiss it was, very deep and soft. Even with lots of tongue,
there are kisses that are very sharp and angular-feeling, but this was
a lover's kiss. I still can't completely explain the difference, but
there you are.
 
With a plop, the package of condoms dropped to the floor. She somehow
managed to slither out of her shorts while kissing me, and did a
lovely, slow, descent to her knees, running her hands down my chest.
Kissing me through my jeans, she unbuttons them, and applies her mouth
to my already-hard cock with tremendous skill.
 
"Now ..." Lick. "I don't ..." Slurp. "have ..." Gulp. "much time
for this," she finally managed to get out, between licks with her
tongue along my balls, "so let's be quick!"
 
Nothing like a little performance anxiety to make an evening special,
but I wasn't going to turn this down for anything.
 
She retrieved the packaged of condoms, and (with cardboard and wrappers
flying everywhere) managed to extract one. As she stood up, naked
except for jewelry and shoes, she rolled one onto me with one hand, the
other steadying herself on my shoulder.
 
"OK, I'll just bend over like this," she said, as businesslike as if
she was staging a play. She turned her back to me, and bent over,
steadying herself on a pile of Guinness boxes. She spread her legs,
and one hand spread her lips apart. Amazingly, she was very wet
already, wet enough to...
 
"Well? C'mon!" she said, always impatient. OK, OK, I was just
enjoying the view. I stepped forward, rubber-clad penis in hand, and
slid it. There was almost no resistance, I was amazed.
 
I started slowly, with long strokes, but she was having none of it.
She started setting the rhythm, pushing back, in, out, in out. Her
free hand was playing with her clit, and she was starting a lovely
pattern of moans in time with her thrusts. In, out, in out ... she
came once, twice as I finally lost control and pounded into her,
grabbing her hips.
 
She started screaming, loud enough that I was afraid the next door
dry-cleaners would hear. "Yes, yes, YES!" she yelled out as I came,
much faster than I thought I ever would, shaking as my cum poured out
of me.
 
I staggered back, a bit unsure of my balance, and came out of her with
a pop. She gave a small whimper of displeasure, but was back into her
shorts and tank top (bra in the pocket of the shorts) before I even had
the condom all the way off.
 
"That was very nice, thanks. I better go, my boyfriend's waiting."
 
"BOYFRIEND!"
 
"Yeah, he's in the car. He'll wonder what's taking so long."
 
"Boyfriend?" OK, I had already said it, but I still wasn't quite
getting the answer I was looking for.
 
"Relax, he's reading a newspaper, and nothing distracts him from that.
Anyway, gotta go! Thank you kindly," she said, with just a touch of an
affected southern accent. And with a small peck on the cheek, out she
went through the store, unlocking the front door and tearing out of
it.
 
I staggered into my clothes, cleaned up the condom package debris in
the storage room, and put one condom-package worth of change in the
register (the owner would notice, he's that kind of guy).
 
I watched the car pull away, and head down Mass Ave. Even through the
grimy windows, I can see that it was the guy with the $100 driving.
 
I still don't understand some relationships.
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-- Christophe
My Meter's Running
You drive a cab long enough in Baltimore, you see everything.
I'm not kidding. Baltimore is just full of characters, and it seems like
I've had 'em all in my hack at one time or another in the years I've been
doing this to keep a fucking ro of over my head and pay my non-fucking
ex-wife's alimony bills.
 
Like I said, I've seen all kinds of fares, but the topper had to
be this rich society bitch last Christmas. I pick her up at BWI load her
bags into the trunk and take off. She's wearing a dead fox around her
shoulders and gave some fancy up town address. She's about 40 years old,
but still sexy in a stuck-up kind of way. Stinking rich. I'm not
kidding you. But here's the thing: When I pull in front of her castle,
she goes into her purse to pay the tab, and whaddya know? She can't find
her wallet! "I'm terribly sorry," she says in this hoity-toity voice.
"I don't seem to be able to pay you".
 
"That's too fuckin' bad, lady," I say. "I guess you ain't goin'
home yet then." And I pull away from the curb and head for the nearest
expressway.
 
That got her panties all bunched up. "What can I pay you with?"
she says all nervous and agitated. She's in my environment now.
 
"Well for starters you can suck my dick," I say. I figure that
she'll get insulted and report me but what the heck, right? I admit it,
I've got a crude mouth at times -- I guess that's why my wife left
me.....for another woman. But get this: The bitch actually says, "Well,
okay."
 
With that I pull off the expressway, but leave the motor running
because it's a fucking cold day, and I want the heater on. Then I climb
into the back seat with her, unzip my fly and haul out my pride and joy.
 
"Here, lady, here's a nice cold treat for ya, See if you can warm
it up for me." Before she could react, I shove my schlong between those
society lips quicker than you can say Jack Frost.
 
I thought the old bat was gonna' choke on it at first -- judging
from the gurgling noises comin' from the back of her throat -- but before
long she got into the spirit of giving head as I pushed my stiff , spit-
slick pole in and out of her warm, delicate mouth. Once or twice she
accidentally bit me, and I had to cuff her, but all in all, she sucked
like the pros I usually frequent, and when I spermed like a madman into
her mouth, she swallowed the whole mess without blinking an eye.
 
"What's the matter? Old man not giving it to ya?" I say. She's
pretty hot by this time, so I reach down and yank open her skirt and pull
her lacy black panties down. She does not object!
 
She's gasping like a pig in heat, going, "Fuck me, fuck me. My
husband never touches me anymore. Oh, stick it in me. Ram my pussy,"
and some other trashy bullshit I forget.
 
"Easy, you old cow," I snarl, and thrust three stick fingers into
her heaving snatch. It's surprisingly tight for such an old hole, and
she was wetter than piss as I performed a digital exploratory. After
about two minutes of this threeplay I figure she's ready for my beefy
cock, so I push her down on the seat, yank her legs wide open, lean down
for a quick whiff of her smelly slit -- ah, heaven -- then aim my pecker
at her hungry box and ram it home.
 
I split her cunt apart with my piledriver, filling it up with my
stiff eight-incher. She grabs onto me, digging her sharp fingernails
into my hairy ass as I belt her cunt with my boy-stick, reaming it in and
out as hard and fast as I could, ripping her dainty little, rich-bitch
cunt with my angry beast.
 
To her credit, she gave me as good as she got, thrusting her
lily-white hips up to meet each savage stroke I laid into her. For an
over-the-hill broad, her cunt felt pretty good as it clamped down on my
busy bone, almost as good as the hooke rs I fuck for their fares too.
 
Right in the middle of it she starts begging me to talk dirty to
her, like my big fat dick stuffing her cunt isn't enough for her upper-
class snatch.
 
"Ahh, shaddup!" I growl, and to show I'm not kidding, I let her
have a playful slap in the kisser.
 
Instead of annoying her, it turns her on more, and we screw that
in the back of my cab for about 45 minutes, traffic whizzing by outside
the whole time. I kept up the bone pressure as I manhandled her big,
creamy knockers and stuck my tongue down her throat. I pinched her big
nipples till they were hard as pebbles and she had tears in her eyes.
 
From the way her body is shaking, I figure she must have cum
half-a-dozen times since I jumped on top of her. I feel like cuming too;
so when I my time came, I didn't hold back. At the last minute I pulled
my dick out of her soppy snatch and, careful not to hit the seat, let her
have a hot, milky one right in the face. She starts lapping it up like a
starving puppy,and smearing it into her cheeks, all the while babbling
about what a great cocksman -- I swear that's the word she used -- I am,
and how she never wants to stop fucking me. Same old story. Even the
whores give it to me for free.
 
I finally took her home and let her pay me with a check. It
didn't bounce either. Too bad, I wanted an excuse to look that cunt up
again.
 
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With a BBW
The following is a mostly true story, written by me, posted by me through the
wonderful anon server.
 
I'd been calling this BBS for quite some time. It's an adult BBS which
caters mainly to the gay population. There are, however, a number
of bisexual men and women who subscribe to the board as well.
I had just gotten done browsing the profiles to see if I could find someone
compatible to at least chat with. I went through the list and sent off a nice
mail message to everyone who looked promising.
The next morning, there were several replies. One in particular caught my
eye, it was from someone who's handle was BBW.
"Mark, I read your message and just had to respond. Thank you so
much for your interest. Since you read my profile, you know a little
about me. Let me tell you more, since you may not remember right away.
I am 22, 5'10", 225lbs, long blonde hair, blue eyes, large breasted, and bi.
I hope you are not turned off by big women. I understand how you could
be. Let me assure you that I keep myself squeaky clean and expect the
same from whomever I'm with. Write back to me soon, Sharon."
 
We exchanged mail for quite some time, getting progressively hotter. I'd
never been with so large a woman before and found the thought exciting.
I'm 6'4" and about 250lbs, not skinny, but not fat. All physical things aside,
I found Sharon's letters to be quite exciting. We took it to the next logical
step, we started phoning each other.
 
My God, her voice. Within seconds, my cock was straining to get out!
I was amazed! I'd never been turned on that much before just by someone's
voice. Sharon and I talked on the phone quite a bit, usually bringing
each other to climax at least once during the call.
I found out that she was married to a bi-sexual man. That didn't bother me, so
long as he knew about us before it went any further. She gave me his
handle on the board and we chatted one afternoon. He suggested we
get together for a threesome after Sharon and I had time to play together.
I told him that I would consider it.
 
Speaking of meeting, Sharon and I had been planning to meet for weeks
but something would always come up. She lived almost 70 miles from me
but worked almost halfway between us. Finally, she suggested a hotel
not far from where she worked. She would go in that morning and leave
early, pretending to be sick. We agreed to meet at a Denny's, of all places,
so that either of us could decide we didn't want to go through with it.
 
I left well before I had to be there, anxious to finally meet my lover. I waited
and drank cup after cup of coffee. Finally, she arrived, just a little late.
I could tell it was her both by what she was wearing and her size.
I got up to greet her.
"Sharon? I'm Mark. It's so nice to finally meet you in person."
We kissed gently and I knew I needed to sit down before everyone in
the place saw my erection.
We sat there and talked as we ate lunch. Our eyes boring into each other's.
Several times during the meal, I reached over the stroke her hand. She told
me that she had been so nervous about this that she almost didn't come in.
She had sat in the car for almost half and hour. THAT explained her lateness!
I asked her if she had any doubts now. She replied by calling for the check.
She followed me over to the motel in her car and waited there as I checked us
in. Once in the room, we put the DO NOT DISTURB sign out and locked the door.
 
In many cases where passion has built up over a long period of time, I've
found sex to be a hurried thing; grasping, grunting, groaning. With Sharon and
I it was lovemaking.
We kissed for what seemed like hours. Her lips were so sweet, her tongue so
agile. I felt certain I would come without her touching me there.
Somehow, her blouse was off and I was caressing her large breasts through
this silky slip she was wearing. Her nipples were hard buttons under my
fingers. As I gently pinched each one, she sighed into my open mouth.
I was enthralled by her breasts, I continued to kneed them and play with
her nipples as we passionately kissed. I then broke our kiss to take one
nipple in my mouth through the silk as my hands began to kneed her large
ass cheeks through her skirt. After a very short time at this, she began to
whimper and shake. As I nibbled on her nipple, she cried out and came!
Since her legs would no longer support her, we laid down on the bed.
She rested there for a bit as we kissed slowly, then sat up to remove her
clothing. Yes, she was large. An unkind man might say fat. But to me,
with the passion and love in her eyes, she was beautiful.
She then started to undress me, kissing me everywhere she removed
clothing from. When she got to my cock I warned her that I couldn't last
long. She gave it one loving lick with her tongue and continued down.
She lifted my butt off the bed and began tonguing my crack! I couldn't
believe how strong and agile her tongue was! She had me squirming in
no time! Then in one move, she lowered my butt back down (keeping a
hand there for later) and took my cock into her mouth. It was like a hot
wet vacuum there. I was brought right to the edge almost instantly. When
she probed my ass with one finger, finding my prostrate, I came gallons!
She drank it all down. Not one drop escaped her lips, at least until we
kissed. Then she shared my seed with me.
Kissing her and feeling her hot, soft body next to mine brought me back
to hardness quickly. However, I had to taste her pussy before anything
else. I dove for her and attacked her dripping cunt with a frenzy.
I'd worried a bit about odor and taste. I needn't have. She was as fresh
and clean as she had promised she would be, plus she was nearly
hairless! She had told me that she likes to keep her hair closely
trimmed there. It was a new experience for me, eating a woman with
almost no pubic hair to get in the way.
She had the largest clit I'd ever seen. It was like a little penis sticking out
hard and hot. I wrapped my lips around it and flicked my tongue over it
and she almost screamed. In seconds I had her in orgasm after orgasm.
Breathlessly, she said,
"Mark, please! I want your cock in me, please."
I've always believed it's impolite to make someone beg, so I moved up to
prepare to enter her. She turned over and got on her knees saying that
it is often easier that way. I didn't mind.
She was still coming as I entered her and having my cock in her didn't
make her let up any.
As I pushed deeper, I was rewarded by her continuing moans of pleasure.
Her large ass was in the air before me, so I began to explore that as we
made love. I got my hand wet from the copious fluids she was leaking and
began to insert fingers into her asshole. With 3 in, I knew I could possibly
do more, but she seemed to be enjoying herself enough as it.
After a very strong shudder, Sharon asked me to put my cock up her ass.
Since I was already well lubricated, I did so quickly. Once inside, I knew I
would not be able to last long, she had far better control of her muscles there
than she did in her pussy. I felt like I was being milked dry!
With a low roar, I started to come. I felt it rushing out and my hot sperm
splattering inside her.
Afterwards , we lay side by side, panting. After some time, we got up and
showered together, the soapy water and gentle hands providing us with
another excuse to make love yet again.
 
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Everything but Anchovies[fish9]
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It was a rainy and cool autumn night, a nice change from the long, hot
summer. It had been a busy day and so I decided to call for a pizza to be
delivered. In the meantime I took a long, hot shower to relax.
 
 
My husband was working very late. One child was sleeping and the other
was gone to a friend's house overnight. Just as I was rubbing soapsuds all
over my body, I heard the doorbell ring. Wouldn't you know it? I suddenly
remembered that I had ordered a pizza. I knew that the delivery person would
be standing in the rain, so I quickly put on a very short red silk robe. I was
still wet so it was sticking to my body all over. I ran to the door and opened
it to find the pizza kid who was also quite wet. I told him to come in out of
the rain. When he stepped into the light of the hall, I was very happily
surprised. He was about 6 feet tall, dark hair, brown eyes, very good looking,
young but "old enough".
 
 
I was immediately excited. My nipples got hard under the wet silk and I
think he noticed. My robe was coming open a little bit when I took the pizza
and went to get the money so he could see more of my breasts. I was shaking
when I was coming back from the kitchen with the money and I dropped some of
it. He helped me pick it up and I could tell he was breathing heavily.
 
 
When we stood up I noticed how hard he was. His cock looked so big even
under his clothes that I knew I couldn't resist trying to seduce him. I made
some silly small talk to keep him there. He seemed in no hurry to leave
although he was nervous and so was I. I just kept moving closer and closer to
him as we talked until we were touching, leg to leg. To touch him was like
electric pleasure running straight through me. I reached over and began to
gently run my hands up and down his thighs. Before he could speak I kissed his
lips, gently at first, then more deeply and urgently until our mouths were open
with passion. I felt his nice little ass and then his cock through his pants. I
had to have it. Shaking like a leaf I began to unzip his pants. His hands were
all over me. I could hardly catch my breath, I was so excited. He took my robe
off and felt my breasts and nipples. I asked him if it was his first time. He
said "Yes". I was going crazy. I whispered "I'll make it so good for you,
baby". When I got his pants off, his cock was so big and beautiful I knew I
would come as soon as it was inside me. My pussy was wet and swollen and
aching to have it. But it would have to wait.
 
 
Without his clothes he had a nice slender body and it was very warm and
good to touch. I asked him to sit on the stairs, that I wanted to suck him. I
sat on the floor in front of him between his legs. I was in a perfect position
to do it there. I started by licking his cock all the way up to the head lots
of times, and especially around the head where it flares out. I love that part
because it feels so good pulling inside on the outstroke. I wanted to get
fucked by him so badly. I licked the head of his cock and kissed it and sucked
it gently at first, then harder and deeper into my mouth He was really enjoying
this and began to fuck my mouth a little. When he came in my mouth I sucked all
of it. I loved it.
 
 
We traded places on the stairs so he could do it to me. I had to sit
higher up being shorter of course. I spread my legs open for him so eagerly.
My clitoris was so big and hard I think he was happily surprized. The wetness
was just oozing out of me. He was hard again and I showed him how to lick my
clit, not too fast and then how to suck it gently and rhytmically until I came
and came from it.
 
 
We couldn't put it off any longer and together tumbled on to the floor.He
was lying on his back so I squatted down over that big cock. I had to ease it
in slowly. It was so big and I was swollen tight with desire. The feeling was
incredible. By the time he was all the way in me I had a blinding orgasm. I
know I cried out but could not help it. Then I was immediately building up to
the next orgasm. He came pretty soon after some really good deep strokes. It
felt so good when his warm come filled me up inside.
 
 
Soon he was hard again and we fucked longer. I could feel him getting
bigger and bigger inside of me as we fucked. It was excrusiatingly fantastic.
I was coming the whole time he was fucking me it seemed. He got on top of me
and fucked me. Over and over I felt myself tighten up and come and I could tell
he felt that too. I got on my hands and knees so he could fuck me from behind.
 
Finally we were exhausted. I helped him get dressed while I kissed him all
over and he did the same to me. I wondered how many pizzas never got delivered
that night as he left. Maybe I should order another one soon.
 
 
The End.
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@$95,093.35 Adventure
$95,093.35 Adventure, Part I  Depositing the Junk Mail Check
 
On May 19, 1995, I was one of thousands of people around the country who received a 'junk mail' letter touting a get-rich-quick method for making $95,093.35 in just three weeks. That letter also came with a sample check for the same amount--$95,093.35. Everything about the check looked real except for the words "non-negotiable for cash" printed in the top right-hand corner. I look at the check and think, My God, it looks so real. The letter reads, "Patrick Combs, I expected to hear from you by now. Take a close look at the check above. It's just a sample of the money you could be receiving my now." I think, sample? Like a cookie sample at Mrs. Fields - it's a real cookie, but it's just a sample. The letter went on:
 
"We took in that amount in just three weeks. Other mail boxes have also made hundreds of thousands of dollars. In fact, your mail box, at 326 Howard Street, could be soon be stuffed full of checks in varying amounts and free merchandise. Now I've written to you several times before about an exciting new money making opportunity. The one that said, 95,093.35 in just three weeks. The same one that was featured on TV! And frankly I'm surprised I haven't heard from you yet. Patrick, I know what you must be thinking, "Is this for real?" Let me assure you, it is very real."
 
That's all I needed to know to take this check and deposit it into my ATM.
 
Now, I didn't believe it was a real check, but it was fun, like putting Monopoly money into the bank. And I knew my bank would never cash the check, especially since I didn't even sign on the back. I walked home picturing a bank teller opening my deposit envelope and chuckling at the sight of the ridiculously large, and obviously bogus check. I fully expected that on Monday morning someone from my bank would call and say, "Mr. Combs, the check you deposited on Friday wasn't real."
 
On Monday when they didn't call, I figured they were mailing the check back to me and I forgot about the whole thing.
 
Then two days later, while I was withdrawing $40, my ATM produced a receipt that told me my balance was over one hundred thousand dollars. Suddenly I remembered the $95,093.35 deposit.
 
My heart lept out of my chest. I ran all the way home (the most exercise I'd gotten in months!). As soon as I got in, I called a friend and told her what had happened. She made a quick phone call to his own bank and called me back. "It's standard policy to credit your account for any amount you deposit, but it's only a credit. You can't touch the money unless the check clears."
 
Of course. It was just a matter of days before the bank would erase the credit and return my account to a mere $5,000. I figured it would be the week of my life when I had a one hundred thousand dollar bank balance. And I took full advantage of it by printing out lots of bank balance statements, and sharing them with my friends. i.e, "Need my phone number? I'll just write it here on the back of my ATM receipt." Without fail, it would always prompt a great conversation.
 
It was also very entertaining to call my twenty four hour banking line, and listen to my bank balance. I did twice, three times, four times a day. To my surprise, it remained at over a hundred grand, all week long. I was thinking, that check should have been bounced by now.
 
Friday morning, I went to my bank, a branch of First Interstate, approached a teller, and posed this question: "If I need a cashier's check for $70,000 later this afternoon, do I have the funds available?"
 
The teller typed my account number into her computer. "Yes," she said, "the money is available." I said, "Are you sure there is not a warning sign, a flashing light, an asterisk or something?" She assured me there wasn't.
 
I got out of the bank fast. I felt supercharged with possibility and shock.
 
From that moment until the next Wednesday, when I boarded a plane for a four-day career-counseling conference in Orlando (I make my living as an author and speaker addressing career success), $95,093.35 was available for withdrawal from my account. My close friends and I contemplated, for fun, all the possibilities a hundred grand afforded. "To leave the country or not to leave: that is the question."
 
I knew that the money was going to be taken out of my account, and each day I figured it would happen tomorrow. I boarded my flight to Orlando confident--and glad, really--that in all likelihood the money would be gone upon my return. It had already possessed my thoughts for a week.
 
On Monday, the day after my return, I called for my account balance. Five thousand and something dollars was what I expected to hear. What I did hear was over $100,000.
 
What was happening? Two weeks and that money was still sitting in my account.
 
"It will be gone tomorrow," I kept telling myself for the next five days. Then on Friday, exactly three weeks since I had deposited the sample check, I again returned to the bank. I approached a bank teller at the special Customer Service window, and I sternly stated, "I recently deposited $95,000 and I don't want to spend any of the money if there is the possibility of the check being returned. How long should I wait?"
 
The teller keyed in my account number. Then she said, "$95,093.35 was deposited on May 21. You're safe to spend that money now because that check can no longer be returned. Depositors are protected by a law that says checks cannot be returned after ten business days."
 
I couldn't believe my ears. I couldn't believe my luck. I couldn't believe what was happening.
 
On my way out of the bank, I grabbed every brochure and pamphlet that vaguely implied it might contain the law she had just referenced, and I went home and read voraciously.
 
My reading didn't reveal the law I was looking for. Quickly, I learned that bank brochures don't tell you your rights; they tell you all the bank's rights. And banks have a lot of rights. At the end of one of the brochures, however, I found a reference that said, "For more information, contact the Office of Thrift Supervision (O.T.S)."
 
I called the O.T.S. and a man answered the phone. I gave my first name only and gave him a quick synopsis. He treated my story with a cool intrigue. He told me that the ten-day law the teller had mentioned was known as the "Midnight Deadline." But he suggested that the more important legal question had to do with "negotiability." He wondered if the check I deposited was a true negotiable instrument. He said, "The banking law book, Brady's, has specific criteria that a check has to match in order to qualify as ,a legal negotiable instrument. I'm not sure what they are, but if the check you deposited was actually a negotiable instrument, that would explain why your bank passed it."
 
Within three hours I was on my way to the Hastings Law Library and to the book Brady on Bank Checks: The Law of Bank Checks by Henry Bailey and Richard Hagedorn.
 
Soon I knew why law students always looked so beat and tired. I didn't know how I was going to find anything in the monstrous tome in front of me.
 
Then my eyes caught sight of a small, pocket-sized book titled Negotiable Instruments and Check Collection, a guide for laymen. And plain as day, it listed the nine criteria for a negotiable instrument. Read for yourself what I read, and I believe you'll yell out loud just as I did when I came to the very last word:
 
 
"1. Must be in writing.
2. Signed by maker or drawer.
3. Promise or order....A check usually meets the requirement because the drawee's name is printed and encoded on the face of the instrument.
4. Unconditional....
5. Order to pay money.
6. Must be a fixed amount.
7. Payable on demand or at a definite time....
8. Payable to order or to bearer....
9. No other undertaking or instruction. The final requirement of negotiability is that beyond the maker's order...the instrument must not contain 'any other undertaking or instruction'....The opposite issue is whether or not the parties can use a form that is a negotiable instrument and avoid negotiability by declaring, on the instrument, that it is not negotiable. The answer is yes, except for a check."
 
 
This was one book I wanted to steal from the library (but didn't). The get-rich-quick company had accidentally designed a real check, and I had deposited it!
 
 
End of Part I
Part II: Getting A Cashier's Check
 
 
Patrick Combs is available as keynote speaker for your next event. Let him inspire your audience with the story and discussion of his $95,000 Adventure. He is also the author of MAJOR IN SUCCESS: Make College Easier, Beat The System & Get A Very Cool Job (Ten Speed Press). All contents on this page ? 1995, By Patrick Combs. All rights reserved. http://www.goodthink.com
 
 
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$95,093.35 Adventure, Part II  Getting a Cashier's Check
 
I didn't touch the money for a month. Then, I called my brother and asked him what to do. We both agreed that, law or no law, someone would be coming for the money, and they'd probably be wearing black suits and packing heat. Then, my brother suggested that I get the entire amount in cash and put it in a safe-deposit box at my bank.
 
"Why?" I asked.
 
"Picture walking into the vault, going behind the curtain, and opening a box filled with $95,000 cash. It'll be fun to look at. How many times in your life are you going to have $95,000 cash in a safe-deposit box?"
 
I liked the idea. It seemed as though it couldn't hurt, since the money would never leave my bank.
 
I asked a teller if the bank could get me a hundred thousand dollars in cash if I needed it. The teller broke out in a chuckle and said, "Nobody's ever done that in the fifteen years I've been working."
 
"But if I wanted to, can you get me that much cash?"
 
The teller chuckled again, this time with a touch of nervousness, and she replied, "We'd have to tell the IRS and order it four days in advance. But nobody's ever done that."
 
"You'd have to order it four days in advance and notify the IRS?"
 
"Yes, because we don't keep that much cash on hand. The largest bill in circulation now is the $100 bill; there are no more $500 bills. And we have to report any cash withdrawals in excess of $10,000."
 
Five First Interstate branches later, I'd learned that no safe-deposit boxes were available that were big enough to hold that much cash in $100 bills.
 
Later that day I began contemplating just how much money $95,000 was, and I arrived at this: one thousand dollars a month for eight years.
 
The next day, June 13, I woke up and decided that if I couldn't look at cash, it would be almost as fun to look at a cashier's check. I got in my car and drove to the California Street office of First Interstate, because it is the bank's showcase branch--cathedral ceilings, marble floors, towering columns, and gold trim--located in the heart of San Francisco's skyscraper district.
 
First I approached the Customer Service window and filled out the form for a small, fifty-dollar-per-year safe-deposit box. Then I went to a teller's window. The teller asked how she could help me.
 
Suddenly, my mouth got all dry. I didn't want to say $95,093.35 out loud;. So I asked the teller for a piece of paper. I wrote $95,093.35 on it, passed it to her, and said, "I'd like to get this amount in a cashier's check."
 
Without saying a word, she began moving quickly to grab papers and forms. Then she rushed out these words: "You need to write me a check for the same amount." She seemed bothered.
 
I understood and began to write out the check. Suddenly I was daunted by having to write out $95,093.35. I had never written it out in words before and I wasn't sure I'd be able to get it to fit on the line: ninety-five thousand ninety-three dollars and thirty-five cents. That was the biggest number I'd ever written into the suddenly small space on a check.
 
It took her only two minutes to prepare the cashier's check. It seemed like twenty. Her manager approved it, and she slid it across the counter to me.
 
 
 
I walked straight back to Customer Service and was escorted into the vault. The bank teller slid my box out and pointed me to the curtain I could go behind for privacy. "No need," I said, and I slipped the folded check out of my jeans pocket and into the metal container.
 
The minute I stepped out of my bank and onto the street just below the TransAmerica Pyramid Tower, my blood raced with the strangest feeling: like I was ten feet taller, twice as fast, and suddenly capable of super powers. As I headed to my car, I slipped the ninety-five thousand ninety-three dollar and thirty-five cent safe-deposit box key onto my key ring.
 
 
End Part II
Part III: The Day They Noticed $95,093.35 Missing
 
 
Patrick Combs is available as keynote speaker for your next event. Let him inspire your audience with the story and discussion of his $95,000 Adventure. He is also the author of MAJOR IN SUCCESS: Make College Easier, Beat The System & Get A Very Cool Job (Ten Speed Press). All contents on this page ? 1995, By Patrick Combs. All rights reserved. http://www.goodthink.com
 
 
 
$95,093.35 Adventure, Part III The Day They Noticed $95,093.35 Missing
One week after I put the cashier's check into the safe-deposit box--and thirty-three days after I had deposited the junk mail check--three people from my bank called. They flooded my voice mail with messages that said it was "very important" and "very urgent" that I return their calls "as soon as possible." One of the calls was from my branch office, one from the bank's Los Angeles headquarters, and one from an officer in the security department.
 
That evening I put my bank card into an ATM to get some cash for dinner. The ATM ate my card, and on the screen green words glowed: "Card Confiscated. Contact Your Branch Office."
 
The next morning I was up at 5:30 a.m. to catch a flight to New York, to begin a three-week vacation I had scheduled over a month ago, before The Check. My flight had a short stopover in Seattle at about 10:00 a.m., and I used the time to return the bank's calls. The hardest call was the third call with the Robert Gage, First Interstate's Senior Security Officer. He took my call right away. (It's funny how you don't have to wend your way through your bank's time-wasting voice-mail systems when you've got a major chunk of their change.) Robert was an older man with a very gruff cop's voice. He was not a happy camper. Immediately he informed me that he was "on the case" and he wanted the cashier's check NOW.
 
When I asked him how he thought this could have happened, he let me know loudly that he didn't care a bit WHY First Interstate Bank would have cashed a junk-mail check, because this was a matter of fraud.
 
He'd heard I was out of town, so he proceeded to drill me with possible ways to get the check back immediately.
 
He said, "Can you fly back to return the check right now?"
"No, sir."
"Then could someone else open the box?"
"No, sir. I'm the only one on the signature card."
"Will you give me permission to drill the box?"
"No, sir."
"So you won't cooperate!"
I replied, "Yes, I will. As soon as I get back on July 6."
"Why won't you give me permission to drill the box?"
 
"Because it would be irresponsible of me. You say you're from First Interstate Bank and that the check was returned, but I haven't received anything in writing. I feel responsible for the money now, and I feel I should receive an official letter from my bank."
 
Now things really got heated. He shouted, "You're not getting any letter! This phone call is all you're getting, and it's all I have to give you! You committed check fraud when you got a cashier's check for money you knew wasn't yours. And this isn't about $100 or $10,000. We're talking about $100,000 dollars! Almost $100,000. If you don't return that money, what you're going to get is policemen at your door! Now will you give me permission to drill the box?"
 
"No, sir."
 
But he lightened up a lot when I told him, "I have not spent, nor do I intend to spend, a cent of that money. And I have no intention of keeping money that doesn't belong to me." As a matter of fact, it warmed him up so much that he said if I would agree to call him on July 6, the minute I got home, no matter what the hour (he gave me his home number and his pager number), then he wouldn't take further action. He also said he'd comply with my request to unfreeze my bank account so that checks I had written wouldn't bounce.
 
That conversation left my mind racing for days.
 
End of Part III
Part IV: Learning My Rights
 
 
Patrick Combs is available as keynote speaker for your next event. Let him inspire your audience with the story and discussion of his $95,000 Adventure. He is also the author of MAJOR IN SUCCESS: Make College Easier, Beat The System & Get A Very Cool Job (Ten Speed Press). All contents on this page ? 1995, By Patrick Combs. All rights reserved. http://www.goodthink.com
 
 
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$95,093.35 Adventure, Part IV Learning My Rights
I arrived in New York still quite shaken from the telephone call with the security officer. The words "fraud," "policemen" and "not willing to cooperate" kept echoing in my head.
 
I decided it was time to learn my rights.
 
After a few quick phone calls to law schools, I had a list of Bay Area lawyers who specialized in banking and checks. I decided to call Manuel Fields first because of his specialty, check fraud.
 
I told Manuel my first name and asked him if I could tell him my situation to determine whether or not I needed a lawyer. "Sure," he said. I told him the entire story, without mentioning the amount of the junk-mail check. He laughed a bit and asked, "Exactly how much was this check for?"
 
I was hesitant to tell a lawyer the amount, but I knew I couldn't lie. I said, "$95,093.35."
 
For what seemed like a full minute, all I heard on the other end of the line was a man laughing very, very hard.
 
"I'm sorry," he said after he finished. "I've just never heard of anything like this."
 
Manuel informed me of the following:
 
* According to Commercial Paper Law, the money was now legally mine, because all checks are first assumed to be valid, and the way a bank invalidates a check is by serving the depositor with a timely notice of dishonor. Considering that it had taken my bank 33 days to tell me my check had been returned, he did not think they had dishonored the check in time.
 
* Fraudulent checks are a different matter--but he said, "Since you deposited the check thinking there was no chance it would cash, and without even endorsing it, you did not commit fraud."
 
* Getting the cashier's check was also not an act of fraud, since the bank had previously assured me the check could no longer be returned.
 
So I called Robert Gage, and asked him to please fax me the customer service letter and a photocopy of the junk mail check from my bank. (I had forgotten what it had looked like and wanted to be very clear about what was on it and what wasn't.)
 
They faxed me documents.
 
What arrived by fax was a surprise. It was incredible to see the front and back of the check. I had forgotten just how real the bogus check looked. This was the first time that I could confirm that the check in fact matched all nine criteria for a negotiable instrument.
 
But what surprised me more was the "official letter" from my bank. What came out of the fax machine wasn't a letter from my bank at all, but a memo from First Chicago Bank dated June 5. It was my first piece of the puzzle of how this whole thing could have happened.
 
The memo, which had the amount of my check on one line and the word "non-negotiable" circled on another, had a name and phone number for an Account Adjuster on it. I decided to call him. (As my brother says, "More information is always good.")
 
I reached Edwin Mickley, the man who had written the memo. I told him who I was and why I was calling. He explained that the memo I now possessed was the notice of dishonor that he had sent to my bank about the $95,093.35 check. On the same day that he sent the memo, his bank also reclaimed $95,093.35 from my bank.
 
"So MY bank is out the money?" I asked.
"Yes," he said. "All the other banks involved have recovered their money."
 
Suddenly it dawned on me: this memo was dated June 5. That's the day my bank learned that the check had been dishonored. Why had First Interstate waited until June 21 to notify me of the problem--especially since, by law, they were supposed to notify me by midnight of June 6!
 
No doubt about it now, my bank had made a big mistake. And they had faxed me a memo to prove it.
 
At the end of the conversation, Edwin did me another big favor. He obliged my request for the names of the other banks involved. He didn't even mind telling me whom I should talk with and what item number I should reference.
 
I called the other banks involved, and soon learned the details of the entire fiasco. I had deposited the check on Friday, May 19. On Monday, May 21, it was overlooked by my bank and sent onto the bank in Chicago that was acting as a clearinghouse. It was again overlooked there. The next day, on May 22, it was sent to the Federal Reserve Bank in Cleveland, and this bank rejected the check, calling it a "non-cash" item. (Take note that the Federal Reserve Bank rejected the check within 48 hours after it left my bank.) The check was then routed to the get-rich-quick company's bank in Cleveland. The Cleveland bank says it sent a notice of dishonor immediately to the bank in Chicago. I cannot confirm when the Cleveland bank actually sent its notice of dishonor, but I do know that the bank in Chicago sent my bank a notice of dishonor on June 5.
 
I made this entry in my journal:
 
"The bank knows they made a big mistake. But instead of calling me and explaining their mistake, they called and bullied me with scare tactics, 'banking' on my being ignorant and fearful. Apparently, they feel they're powerful enough to avoid admitting to their mistakes and powerful enough to deny me even the right to fair treatment, refusing even to send me a letter about this. I don't think they're that powerful."
 
July 6 arrived. I had an obligation to call Robert Gage at First Interstate Bank Security. But I had not returned to San Francisco as I'd originally planned--and I was not planning on giving the money back when I did return.
 
It was the hardest phone call I've ever made in my life. I put it off all day, until 10:30 at night. Then it took me a full hour to psyche myself up enough to be ready. My godson, a twenty-two-year-old college senior, and my mother sat across the dining room table in silent support. I called Gage and informed him that I knew the laws that entitled me to the money. I told him I resented being treated like a criminal, when I hadn't even spent any of the money. And I demanded a letter from the bank, officially requesting the return of the money.
 
Gage did not threaten me this time - he said he'd get me the letter, and try to unfreeze my bank account.
 
 
 
END of Part IV
Part V: Beating Fear!
 
 
Patrick Combs is available as keynote speaker for your next event. Let him inspire your audience with the story and discussion of his $95,000 Adventure. He is also the author of MAJOR IN SUCCESS: Make College Easier, Beat The System & Get A Very Cool Job (Ten Speed Press). All contents on this page ? 1995, By Patrick Combs. All rights reserved. http://www.goodthink.com
 
 
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$95,093.35 Adventure, Part V Henry Bailey
After I returned to San Francisco, I didn't hear from First Interstate Bank. No phone calls and no letters. Each day I expected to receive an official letter from the bank, but nothing arrived.
 
My curiosity drove me back to the law library. This time I was determined to read and understand the big book, Brady on Bank Checks: The Law of Bank Checks by Henry Bailey and Richard Hagedorn. And this time, determination (or coffee) made the difference, because I knew what I was reading. I was reading a lot of laws, in black and white, that gave me a legal right to the money.
 
I photocopied like a madman. I copied the Midnight Law, Finality of Payment and court case rulings that held it illegal for a bank to cancel a cashier's check. Then, just before my brain went to mush and my photocopying change ran out, I read a footnote by the author regarding the law that makes the words "non-negotiable" meaningless on a check. The author wrote:
 
"The only problem with this approach is the use of blank sample check forms that bear language such as 'void' or 'non-negotiable' or 'sample form' that is clearly intended to show that the particular sample or form is not intended as a valid check. Would potential liability exist if such a sample form is filled in without authority and passed to one who could take as a holder in due course? The 1990 provision might well be drafted to avoid such a possible problem."
 
The author of Brady on Bank Checks had seen my situation coming! I had to tell him.
 
I noted from the back of the book that both authors were once professors at Willamette University in Oregon. I called the university as soon as I got home. (I didn't even have to call Information for the number, because I had just recently given a speech there.) Only one of the authors, Richard Hagedorn, was still working there; the other had retired. I asked if I could speak with Mr. Hagedorn and was informed that he was on vacation for the week. My heart sunk.
 
Then I got an idea. I said, "Is Henry enjoying his retirement?"
"Yes he is," came the reply. "As a matter of fact, he still keeps in touch with us on occasion."
I said, "I bet he stayed in the beautiful state of Oregon when he retired. I'm from Oregon myself." (This was true; I was born and raised there.)
And the golden reply came back, "No, actually he retired to a small town just outside of Providence, Rhode Island."
 
In no time at all, Directory Assistance was giving me a phone number for one Henry Bailey in Providence, Rhode Island.
 
The phone rang 25 times before an elderly woman answered. I asked for Henry Bailey. She said, "Just a minute"--and then the connection was broken.
 
I tried calling back right away, but there was no answer no matter how many times I let it ring.
 
So I called again the next day--and after twenty or so rings, an elderly man answered--and was he gruff! I tried to explain the reason for my call, but he just kept firing angry questions at me. "Who is this? What are you calling about? Who are you? Are you a lawyer? Are you a banker? Are you with the press? Then why are you calling me?
 
Finally, I was able to express that I was a 29-year-old consumer calling because I was in the middle of the very problem he had foreseen. Eventually my explanation began to sink in; when I mentioned the UCC code about the words "non-negotiable," he brightened up like a light. "Yes, I wrote about that problem in Brady and I published an article about it in Banking Law Journal. It was never like that in the 1962 code!"
 
Our conversation progressed. I said, "I deposited an advertising check and..."
He responded, "Well, it sounds like you weren't being very honorable."
I tried again. "I deposited it because I thought my bank would never accept it, but they did."
"Well, that doesn't necessarily make you a holder in due course. Did it have a name on it?"
"Yes, sir, it had my name on it."
"Your name!" he exclaimed. "Hmm....Well, did it have a signature on it?"
"Yes, sir, an authorized signature and an account number."
"It did! Well, these dummies deserve it! Was this check an advertisement?"
I replied, "Yes! That's exactly what it was."
With a pleased note in his voice, he said, "Oh, this sounds good. How much was it for?"
"Ninety-five thousand."
"Oh, this sounds really good! Well, when did the company call you?"
I answered, "The company didn't call me, my bank did. They said the check was returned as a 'non-cash item.'"
"When did you deposit the check, and when did your bank notify you?"
"I deposited it on May 19 and my bank returned it on June 21."
"Well, if your bank delayed that long, you have a legal claim to that money. Your bank has to meet a Midnight Deadline! You need to get a lawyer because that money is legally yours." And he began citing many court cases and reiterating that I needed to get a lawyer.
 
At the end of our conversation, he said he was glad that I had called to tell him.
 
It was an honor to speak with Henry Bailey.
 
 
 
END Part V
Part VI: The Wall Street Journal
 
 
Patrick Combs is available as keynote speaker for your next event. Let him inspire your audience with the story and discussion of his $95,000 Adventure. He is also the author of MAJOR IN SUCCESS: Make College Easier, Beat The System & Get A Very Cool Job (Ten Speed Press). All contents on this page ? 1995, By Patrick Combs. All rights reserved. http://www.goodthink.com
 
 
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$95,093.35 Adventure, Part VI The Wall Street Journal
Too make quite a long story somewhat shorter, another month passed and the bank never sent me a letter, never contacted me, didn't so much as make a peep in my direction.
 
I finally decided to call a newspaper. As for why, I can only tell you this: Deep down inside I felt like I hadn't done anything wrong. If people judged me differently, it would be because they're different people with different values. And perhaps I should add something else. Of the many lessons I learned from this adventure, one of the greatest was this: never let fear win.
 
I decided to call the most prestigious newspaper in the country, The Wall Street Journal.
 
It was July 13. I called Information and found that The Wall Street Journal had a San Francisco bureau. A woman answered the phone. I asked her if I could speak to a reporter who writes features, and explained I might have a great story for the paper. "What's your story?" she asked. Figuring that if I could sell her, she'd put me through to one of the reporters, I launched right into a brisk and upbeat telling of the story. Within 15 seconds I could tell that I had her interested.
 
When I finished she said, "That's a great story! I'd love to write it."
 
At the same time, I made this website and people from all over the world started started reading along.
 
Throughout the two harrowing months that followed, I kept the those interested informed of developments through regular updates on my web page. At the same time, I was facing the beginning of the school year--the time of year when I am always busiest as a speaker. So in the midst of everything else, I had to be flying around the country, giving speeches and workshops at dozens of colleges. Sometimes I woke up in a different city each day.
 
Many of these were posted very late at night, from nondescript hotel rooms in strange cities, after long and exhausting days of lecturing, endless interviews, and innumerable phone calls. Endless interviews, and innumerabel phone calls because on Wednesday, August 16, I went out to The Wall Street Journal box and I plopped my three quarters in, grabbed for the paper. Flipped to the second section, and saw the words "Trash Into Quick Cash." It was a short story about my adventure. PAY DIRT!!
 
That day, my voice mail was deluged with calls from radio, newspaper, and television. Calls included messages from both The Late Show with David Letterman and The Tonight Show with Jay Leno! I did an interview with a reporter from the Associated Press wire that afternoon. The reporter said that she'd write it up, and it would definitely be released to all California papers, and maybe to all national newspapers.
 
The next day, over 200 newspapers carried headlines similar to this one from The San Jose Mercury News, "Man 1, Bank 0."
 
It created an enourmous media storm in my life. Over the next three weeks I did interviews on NBC Nightly News with Tom Brokaw, Hard Copy, ABC World News Tonight with Peter Jennings, the Montel Williams show, CNBC's The Money Club, Good Morning America, and all of the top San Francisco news stations.
 
Reporters were also trying to interview my bank, which would only reply -"No comment."
 
During each interview, I was always asked, "Patrick, you have the money locked in a safe deposit box. What are you going to do next?" I would reply, "I'd like the CEO of first interstate bank to take me to lunch, where I'd give him back the check. He'd give me an official letter from the bank, documenting that I'd returned money I had a legal claim to, and that I had not attempted to fraud the bank. Then together we'd donate the money to charity (since it was legally mine, but ethically the banks).
 
During her news broadcast, Dianne Sawyer commented, "Patrick, I wouldn't count on that lunch." And she was right.
 
Instead, I was served with legal papers that were calling me into court to decide who the money legally belonged to.
 
At this point, knowing that I wasn't out to keep the money, I called up the bank's senior legal counsel and told him I wanted to give the money back. "I'm the world's easy guy to get the money back from - all you have to do is write me an official letter from the bank that addresses this fiasco from a fair point of view. I invited him to meet with me, to draft such a letter and come to a resolve, and we did.
 
To again attempt to shorten a long story, the bank continued for another month to make very funny errors. Funny things continued to happen as a result of ongoing media interviews. Even had a First Interstate employee begin to offer me "inside information" via anonymous email tips. After a month of negotiations, I got my letter and was ready to return the money.
 
END Part VI
Part VII: Updates
 
 
Patrick Combs is available as keynote speaker for your next event. Let him inspire your audience with the story and discussion of his $95,000 Adventure. He is also the author of MAJOR IN SUCCESS: Make College Easier, Beat The System & Get A Very Cool Job (Ten Speed Press). All contents on this page ? 1995, By Patrick Combs. All rights reserved. http://www.goodthink.com
 
 
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$95,093.35 Adventure, Part VII Ending the FICAL Matter
 
It was a wild scene retrieving the cashiers check from my safe deposit box. The press again returned to cover the return of the money. This caused a snafu getting into my final meeting with the legal eagle. But finally, on the same day the OJ Simpson verdict came back, Not Guilty, I sat down at a conference room table to settle this matter.
 
The lawyer and I had a short checklist to work through: sign the agreement, provide each other with originals, confirm that I had returned the check--and, last: "Have you brought the two checks for the interest and the closing of your account?" I had.
 
I took the checks out of my bag. Although the words "non-negotiable" didn't take up more than an inch in the top right-hand corner of each one, they stood out like sore thumbs.
 
I truly wish a photographer had been there to capture the look on Charles Ward's face. It was classic.
 
He tilted his head to confirm that the words he was seeing were real. And then his head started shaking no, and his mouth said, "Patrick, Patrick, Patrick....This is a problem. This is a problem. What are we going to do here?" His head kept shaking back and forth.
 
I held back my smile and said, "Don't worry about those words, Charles. The words 'non-negotiable' on the face of a check don't invalidate it. It's still a perfectly legal instrument. That's my point."
 
I left the bank and walked toward my car. As I passed someone sitting at a restaurant table in the sun, reading a newspaper, my gaze leapt to the huge headline across the top: "$95,000 of Fun Coming To An End." Unbelievable! And it was on the second page of the edition that I later learned had sold in record numbers--the paper with the front-page headline, "O.J. Not Guilty."
 
I felt like I'd won the lottery.
 
I have only this left to express. If you come to a place where you need to stand up for yourself, I suggest employing five tools: education, courage, kindness, prayer, and a sense of humor.
 
**My $95,000 adventure led me to being hired by a television show
 
The segments I did for Hard Copy led me to being offered a job as on-air-talent/producer for RealTV, a new show premiering this fall . For instance, I went with a hidden camera and busted rip-off carwashes.
 
 
**I tell my $95,000 adventure in a 60 keynote presentation
 
I make my living as a keynote speaker and I tell my $95,000 adventure in a 60 minute talk. If you'd like me to see me present this story or any of my other motivational topics to your organization, company or college, email me for the details.
 
**More adventures you can read
 
I've written 22 more of my adventures since I've completed this story. Read about the baby I delivered on the sidewalk, the ass I tried to kick, the hidden camera stories I've done for television, the train I jumped, and many more. If you don't read them now, bookmark my adventures page and read them next.
 
 
** Check it out!
 
I hope you'll check out more of my website. It is a site for motivation, inspiration, careers & personal development, nutrition, health, internships, adventure and money. Great for students, entrepreneurs, job seekers, adventurers, speakers, authors and those who wish to excel.
 
 
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The Adventure Continues
 
 
November 15, 1995
 
I gave back the money about six weeks ago, but the incident is still making waves in my life. Actually, I'm a bit taken aback by the effects that senseless deposit is having on my life.
 
I have been alerted by many Interneters that the second round of headlines appeared in many newspapers with a photo of myself and the keys. These stories prompted more radio interviews, and requests continue to come in.
 
Recently the Donahue show called to invite me on as a guest. I agreed, and in the midst of my five-week speaking tour, they flew me out to New York for a taping. I was quite exciting to meet Phil Donahue, the man who'd started the talk show and who'd been doing it longer than anyone else.
 
 
The strangest thing to result from all of this is a guest reporter role on Hard Copy. Hard Copy liked the two segments I did for them about the check so much that they offered me the opportunity to do more stories for them. They asked me to go on other adventures, or expose other absurdities--and I could do so knowing they would run on Hard Copy. They had in mind three to six of these segments, and they wanted to tape them as soon as possible.
 
 
 
Patrick Combs is an entertaining/motivational keynote speaker, and also the author of MAJOR IN SUCCESS: Make College Easier, Beat The System & Get A Very Cool Job (Ten Speed Press). All contents on this page ? 1995, By Patrick Combs. All rights reserved. http://www.goodthink.com
 
 
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Hillary Diane Rodham was born in Chicago, Illinois, on October 26, 1947. The daughter of Dorothy Rodham and the late Hugh Rodham, she and her two younger brothers, Hugh and Tony, grew up in Park Ridge, Illinois, as part of a close-knit family. Here, she is pictured with her father Hugh, her mother Dorothy, and brother Hugh, Jr. Throughout her childhood, the foundations of her lasting commitment to family, work, and service were established. It is this commitment and the belief that we "all have an obligation to give something of ourselves to our community," that has helped to shape her role and actions as our nation's First Lady.
As a young student, Hillary organized food drives, served in student government, and was a member of the National Honor Society. She was a member of the local Methodist youth group, and was also a Girl Scout. As First Lady, she currently serves as honorary President of the Girls Scouts of America. Here, the First Lady is joined by girls from a local Girl Scout chapter as she tapes a public service announcement for the Girl Scouts. 
       After graduating from Wellesley College in 1969, Hillary enrolled in Yale Law School, where she developed her strong concern for protecting the interests of children and families, and met Bill Clinton, a fellow law student. Hillary married Bill Clinton in 1975. Their daughter, Chelsea, was born in 1980. During the twelve years that she served as First Lady of Arkansas, Hillary founded Arkansas Advocates for Children and Families, introduced Arkansas' Home Instruction Program for Preschool Youth, and worked tirelessly on behalf of children and families, while practicing law in Little Rock. In recognition of her professional and personal accomplishments, she was named Arkansas Woman of the Year in 1984.Upon taking office in 1993, President Clinton made health care reform one of the highest priorities of his Administration. He asked the First Lady to chair the Task Force on National Health Care Reform, and she continues to be a leading advocate for improving health care quality and providing health insurance for the uninsured and the underinsured. Her deep commitment to children has led the First Lady to champion an ambitious effort to increase immunizations for preschool-age children, push for an expansion of children's health insurance coverage, advocate for innovative prenatal care, and raise awareness of the impact of tobacco on children. 
When the Clintons arrived in Washington, D.C., Mrs. Clinton felt that she had not only public responsibilities as First Lady, but also the important private responsibility to make the historic, and formal, White House a true home for her husband and daughter Chelsea. For example, because the private living quarters did not have an informal place to gather for meals, she decided to have the serving kitchen on the second floor converted into a family kitchen. There, the three of them could gather around the table just as they had in Arkansas. 
In 1996, the First Lady authored "It Takes a Village and Other Lessons Children Teach Us", a national call for all sectors of society to take responsibility for our children. In her book, the First Lady emphasizes that while parents are the most important influence in their children's lives, and have the primary responsibility in raising them, society also plays an important role in rearing our nation's children. She stresses that ultimately children will thrive only if all of society provides for them. In addition, since 1995, the First Lady has penned a weekly syndicated newspaper column, "Talking It Over". In this column, she draws upon her experiences as First Lady and on her observations of women, children, and families she has met across the country and around the world. Here, the First Lady reads to children in Maryland to celebrate Read Across American Day. 
In 1997, the First Lady, along with the President, hosted two important conferences on children's issues. The First Lady played a strong role at the White House Conference on Early Childhood Development and Learning, where experts emphasized that the success a child has in reaching their full potential is influenced by what they experience during their critical early years. The White House Conference on Child Care drew attention to the struggle our nation's working parents face in finding child care they can afford, trust and rely on. This conference played an important role in developing the President's historic child care initiative - - the largest investment in child care in our nation's history - - to make child care better, safer, and more affordable for America's working families. Here, children at a child care facility at Trinity College in Hartford, Connecticut show the First Lady their latest project.
The First Lady has also worked tirelessly to reform our nation's foster care system and promote adoption. Through meetings with adoptive families and children in foster care, writings and speeches, the First Lady has focused on making it easier for children to move from foster care to permanent homes, and on increasing the number of adoptions. The First Lady played an important role in legislative reform, and was central to the passage of the Adoption and Safe Family Act of 1997.
In addition to her work at home, the First Lady serves as a goodwill ambassador for the United States during her visits abroad. From Europe to Asia, Africa to Latin America, the First Lady takes her message of human rights, health care, and economic empowerment for women across the globe. During her trips, the First Lady has advocated for human rights, promoted microcredit as a means to economic self-sufficiency, pushed for equality in education for girls and boys, and spoken of the importance of health care with an emphasis on meeting the critical needs of women and children, including family planning and safe motherhood. She has also been a leading voice for democracy building, for women's rights, and for the developing of a voluntary sector in emerging democracies. Here, the First Lady visits a synagogue in Bukhara, Uzbekistan during her November 1997 trip. 
One of Mrs. Clinton's responsibilities as First Lady is to oversee the White House special events. Here, a child at the 1998 Easter Egg Roll pushes his egg along the South Lawn. 
The holiday season is another popular time at the White House. Every year, the Christmas tree in the Blue Room is a favorite attraction for the tour goers. For Christmas 1997, the President and First Lady chose Santa's Workshop as the holiday theme, and invited artists from around the country to design ornaments for the tree, including creative versions of "Santa's suit", designed by fashion designers, along with glass and needlepoint ornaments depicting characters, scenes, and imagery from Santa's Workshop. Here, the First Lady shows visitors a few of her favorite ornaments on the White House Christmas Tree.
The First Lady loves art, and she has said that sculpture is one of her favorite art forms. In fact, her first date with President Clinton was in the sculpture garden at Yale University. As First Lady, Mrs. Clinton worked with the Committee for the Preservation of the White House, and the White House Historical Society to bring an exhibit of contemporary American sculpture to the White House.
The current installation in the series, "Twentieth Century American Sculpture at the White House," is subtitled "Honoring Native America". This is the first showing ever in the nation's capitol of a large and representative collection of contemporary Native American sculpture. Previous installations have focused on the different geographical regions of the country. In establishing this exhibit, the First Lady wanted to showcase the best of American sculpture, in America's home, making it accessible to the thousands of people who visit the White House everyday.
Like her predecessors, First Lady Hillary Rodham Clinton brings to the role of First Lady of the United States her own special talents, experience, and interests.
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Section two
Humor! Humor! Humor!
A little boy came home from school one day and told his mother "Mom, today I heard some older kids using some words I dont know the meaning of. Can you tell me what they mean?" "Sure" his mother said "Just tell me what they are." The little boy replied "Pussy and bitch."His mother said "No problem. A pussy is a cat, like the neighbor's Tabby, and a bitch is afemale dog, like our Sandy." The boy thanked his mother, and then went out to the garage, where his father was working. "Dad" he began "Today I heard some kids using some wordsthat I dont know the meaning of. I asked Mom, but I dont think that she gave me the right answer. Can you help me?" "Sure" his father replied "What are the words?" "Pussy and bitch" the boy replied. His father said "I thought I told you any time you have a question like that, you were supposed to ask me, and not your mother, because she cant handle it." With that,he reached up on a shelf and pulled down an edition of Playboy magazine, and a Magic Marker. He then took the marker, and drew a circle around the woman's genital area. "Son" he began "everything inside this circle is a pussy." "Okay, his son said, "but what is a bitch." His father said "Everything outside this circle".
Section three
The ambassador of a small African nation chanced to visit Russia, and was entertained by his opposite number,the Russian ambassador. For three days, the
African ambassador was wined, dined, and generally treated to the best hospitality that Russia had to offer.On the final day of his visit, the Russian ambassador said "As your stay is coming to an end, it is time for you to play our traditional game, Russian Roulette. One of the six chambers of this gun is loaded - you spin the cylinder, point the gun at your head and pull the trigger." This phased the African slightly, but he was a proud man of a warrior people, and to show fear would be unthinkable. Both men took their guns, spun, and pulled the triggers. Both chambers were empty, and both ambassadors breathed a sigh of relief.The African ambassador was much impressed with the courageous game, and thought hard about the subject before the Russian ambassador was due to visit his  country next year. When the visit came, the African ambassador treated the Russian with all hospitality, and he had been treated, until the final day of his stay.
Leading him to a private room in the palace, the African said "Now it is time for you to sample our game, African roulette." So saying, he led the Russian into the room, the only occupants of which were six beautiful naked women.The African ambassador said " These women are the most beautiful members of one of our tribes. Any one of them will give you a blow job... You make the choice." The Russian was not entirely adverse to this idea, but he couldn't see the connection with Russian roulette. He said "Well, that is fine, but where's the roulette part?" With a big grin on his face, the African ambassador answered, "One of them is a cannibal."
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Top-quality health and beauty supplies - Streamline is your source for health and beauty care products for the whole family, from shampoo and bath bubbles to cold remedies and cough drops.
Specialty pet foods - Stop lugging those bags around! We carry the top brand name pet products including Iams, Science Diet, Eukanuba and Nutro products.
Blockbuster? videos and video games - The latest releases and recent hits are yours for the week. Our video game selection features the latest titles for Nintendo 64 and Sony PlayStation systems. And thanks to Streamline, you save on late fees.
Expert dry cleaning - Enjoy the convenience of top quality dry cleaning and shirt laundering service at competitive prices, delivered right to your door every week.
Seasonal items - Firewood, charcoal and specialty holiday items are just a few examples of products we have available in our seasonal items offering.
Kodak Premium Film and Processing - We offer a full range of processing services including Advanced Photo System and digital processing.
Postage Stamps and UPS package pick-up - No more waiting in line. Just leave your holiday shipping and catalog returns to us - we'll pick up your outgoing packages.
Bottle and can redemption - Stop hoarding them in your garage. We automatically credit your account for all of your 5 cent redeemables that we pick up at your home.
Frequently Asked Questions
Q: W,hat does your service cost?
A: There is a flat fee of $30 a month. There's no tipping or delivery charge added to your bill. There is no minimum order and no contract to sign.
Q: Can I get all my favorite brands and products from Streamline?
A: Absolutely. Streamline carries all of the most popular items, including the same high quality brands found at major supermarkets, and we're always adding to our selection.
Q: What's the catch?
A: There's no catch. There are no hidden costs. By simplifying the distribution process, we can efficiently buy and deliver top quality products to your door for one low monthly fee.
Q: Do I have to pay for the refrigerator? The shelving? The keypad?
A: No. They're yours to use --- free --- as long as you're a Streamline customer.
Q: Do you have sales and special promotions?
A: Of course. While Streamline's everyday prices are competitive with local supermarkets, we also offer weekly specials and sale items on many of your favorite products --- discounts you won't have to hunt for in the aisles of your market.
Q: Can I order online?
A: Online is the easiest and most efficient way for you to order from Streamline, but we can also take your orders over the telephone or by fax.
Q: Where do your products come from?
A: For some items, such as dry goods, we use the same suppliers as your supermarket. For others, such as meat, produce, baked goods and seafood, we hand-select the best products from our local sources to ensure freshness and quality.
Q: How fresh are your produce and meats?
A: Fresher than most grocery stores. Our top quality meat and produce providers deliver to our facility daily. We control our perishables and store them under optimal conditions. They're delivered to your home in refrigerated trucks, with minimal handling.
Q: Do you guarantee your products?
A: All our products come with a 100% guarantee. If you're not satisfied for any reason, we'll provide you with a full credit, no questions asked.
Q: Is the ordering process easy?
A: Yes, it is. The entire ordering process takes about 15 to 20 minutes a week. We work with you to make ordering easy, and we have friendly, attentive representatives ready to answer .
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